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joonberriess · 6 months

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animal farm. ☆ j.jk + k.th

⋆ TAGS — dark!tae + jk, morals are zero bc it’s the apocalypse, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, TW: non-con to dub-con as oc adapts to survive, captivity, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampies, pregnant sex, fingering, creepy sleazy!tae, yandere elements, open-ending beware it’s not a good one, angst, death (just the zombies lol), jk’s a hunky daddy, possessive tae and jk, obsession, somnophilia, mentioned abortion, “fuck them kids” - oc, debatable happy ending, misogyny and objectification, outdoor sex(?), thigh fucking, mentioned/hints of body dysmorphia bc oc DOES NOT want to be pregnant

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⋆ now playing: animal farm - bibi ⋆

You’re not sure how much time has passed since the outbreak—days, months, years—time was a relatively foreign concept, all that was left was to survive. Didn’t matter what day of the week it was or whether it was night or day, the days were all the same in the end.

The day it happened started like any other day: you woke to a flurry of messages wishing you happy birthday, and you were greeted by the sight of your pup running around in excitement as you prepared for the day. You were going to work a short shift that day (courtesy of your boss) all your co-workers had pitched in to buy you a nice cake from the bakery down the street. Your mom even promised to call you later on given the distance between you and her.

Everything was just as you remembered—a blue sky, people commuting, the sounds of traffic—it was just another regular day. After work you stopped to buy a bottle of wine, too busy chatting with the cashier to notice the storm of police cars, ambulances, and firetrucks passing by. The rest of the way home you listened to music, blissfully unaware of the nearby fires and rising smoky black skies.

Night came, prepared a delicious pasta and served a rather large serving of wine. Your dog sat by the front door the entire time, posture stiff and tail straight as he stared at seemingly nothing. That should have been the first sign.. After setting the pasta aside to cool your phone rang and you smiled. “Mom-”

“Listen to me,” she sounded desperate, “do NOT go outside, no matter what you hear or see y/n, STAY INSIDE.” She bites out in a fearful tone, “Your father and I are going to try and head over there, for the love of God please stay inside.”

“Mom, what's happening? Is everything okay? Are you and dad oka-” Suddenly the sound of a nearby building blowing up makes you jump. Your apartment rattles and you lose your balance, falling over as the phone slides away from you, “Mom?!” You scramble to your feet and run to the windows, yanking them all the way back to reveal the chaos unfolding..

The world around you is in flames, people are running and cars are being crashed or abandoned. You see helicopters storming the sky all around, endless police cars are scattered below your apartment and you hear the sounds of gunshots from every direction. Your eyes widen in horror as a plane comes crashing down somewhere downtown, and then more screams erupt alongside a few rather..inhuman sounds.

“y/n?! y/n?!” You snap your attention back to the fallen phone.

“M-Mom?” You crouch down and pick up the phone, “What’s happening?” You tearfully whisper. You hear the same chaos unfolding on the other side of the line, your dad is yelling something in the background while your mom tries to tell you a bunch of things all at once.

“Oh my sweet girl,” she softly whispers in a wobbly tone, “we love you so much, never forget that.” You hear a gunshot and your dad yelling some more, “Get to your uncle,” she cuts off by a loud screeching noise, “we’ll meet you there—!” She gasps as the screeching turns into animalistic noises, “Never forget—we love you.” The line cuts dead. You stand there in complete silence with an endless flow of tears streaming down your face.

The wine and pasta sat cold all night, then the night after that, and after that. If you were to go back there you’d probably see what was left of your apartment, most likely scavenged and destroyed by either survivors or whatever the hell those things were.

And to think that it had been just another random day..

You never did get to see your parents. You wondered if they died on their way to the farm or if they never stood a chance leaving in the first place. You like to believe they’re out there somewhere safe, that they found refuge with other groups far away from chaos. Like your father had once said: you keep finding something to fight for.

And that’s what you intended.

“Dammit.” You whispered under your breath while pushing through the endless shrubs and tree branches in your way.

By now every city was covered from head to toe in vines and other plant life. Apart from the obvious decay everything would have looked normal if it weren’t for the fact that there was a darkness lingering in the shadows. Cars, bikes, and trucks were scattered around, sitting as a reminder of the way things were once. It played like a bittersweet memory in the back of your mind as you pushed forward.

You brushed your hands over the front of your shorts and looked around the area. It was quiet all around with the only sounds being the wind blowing the overgrown grass all around. You had finally made it to Daegu after walking for two months straight. Your body ached and you were sure your feet had blisters from all the walking (occasional running) you did.

A few times (more than you would like to admit) you reached a breaking point where you wanted nothing more than to give up and go back to your uncle’s farm. Yet somehow some-way you would regain your strength and keep pushing—for family. It’s how you ended up all the way down in Daegu, just another month or two (maybe three) away from Busan.

You were far too deep to stop now.

You uncapped your water jug and took greedy sips as the water ran down your chin and throat. “That’s better.” You murmur softly as your parched throat absorbs every last drop of the water. You take a second to sit down on a nearby rock to bring your map out.

“Okay.. If I’m here,” you trail off while running your finger over the lines of the map, “then that means I go this way..and turn here to—” You immerse yourself in your own thoughts, ignoring the sound of your stomach growling. You shift from side to side, ignoring the heavy weight of your shotgun tucked away in your backpack, sticking out like a sore thumb.

So far you didn’t need to use the gun (yet), your encounters with those unruly beasts were minimal since they had taken to hiding in buildings. Crazed survivors were unlikely, most were hidden away too and if they were out you simply snuck past them until you felt like you could breathe again. You’d say you were doing a pretty damn good job at conserving your ammo etc.

“Alright,” you sigh heavily and put your map away, “up I go.” You mumble and start heading down the grassy street, just looking all over the area. You always did want to visit Daegu, guess it was your lucky day.

The street comes to a dead end as you stop in front of two tilted buildings crashed into each other with endless rubble surrounding the area. “Just my luck,” you groan out, seeing as there isn’t another option as you hop up the rubble, making your way into the dark desolate building.

With every step you take your heart begins beating faster, chances that those things are swarming the building are high. Your heart drops even more when you realize that the only way out that was straight ahead of you is blocked off by debris. You stop in the middle of the room, looking up as you inhale deeply.

“Only way out is going up then..” You mutter and grab your flashlight.

Everything is silent around you save for the drops of water hitting the ground and echoing off the empty halls. You work your way around the decaying bodies and thrown furniture surrounding the halls. Finding another way out of the building was something you had not planned on doing, but it seemed like you were going to have to get to higher ground to scope the surroundings out for an exit.

“Ah-ha,” you light up when you realize this building has balconies. A triumphant smile forms on your lips as you head up a small flight of stairs to reach the next floor where the balconies were located. You kept a close eye and ear out for any strange movements, you weren’t alone after all.

As you move to step over a piece of debris, suddenly a large part of the ground rumbles before breaking off and falling through the second floor. Your entire body goes still. You begin breathing heavily as you shakily reach for the shotgun in your backpack. Seconds of silence pass, you stand there with the shotgun in your hands and your face twisted in fear.

Nothing happens until you hear it..

A low faint croaking sound—click, click, click—there’s soft thuds as the creature moves around, getting closer and closer. You’re too scared to turn around or even make a sound. The floor behind you creaks and the creature gets closer, idly squeaking and croaking. Your only mistake is letting out a fearful breath, because suddenly the creature stops and screeches loudly, lunging at you at full speed.

You take off down the hall, pushing past the stone and rubble with the damned thing hot on your heels. Right as you think it’s about to snatch you right up with its bubbly deteriorating arms, an arm lunges out and yanks you into a room pressing you right up against the wall. You flinch violently and stare at the mysterious person in front of you, you can’t help but tremble as you open your mouth.

The stranger gives you a pointed look, slamming his hand over your mouth as he presses himself tight against you, “If you don’t wanna end up dead just sit the fuck still and be quiet,” he harshly whispers while looking out the corner of his eye to see if the creature is still after you.

Your grip on your shotgun loosens, you both stare at each other in silence as the creature stops outside of the room, croaking as it looks for you. When the thing comes close by the open doorway you squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath. It doesn’t go away for another few minutes, when it does it ventures into another room across the hall, its noises slowly fading away until it’s fully gone.

The guy lifts a finger over his mouth and softly makes a “shh” sound. You nod slowly and he slowly lifts his hand off, “Follow me,” he quietly mutters and grabs your hand. You don’t even struggle as he leads you far away from the room, and out some doors that lead to a fire escape. “Careful, the metals all worn out. Don’t need you fallin’ on me.” He says as he begins climbing down.

You stand there quietly trying to think if it’s a good idea to follow this guy. Probably not but you were the one with the gun here, not him. “You coming or what?” He says in annoyance, already halfway down the ladders.

You snap out of it and quickly follow, “Yeah, yeah.” You softly whisper.

When you reach the last set of ladders the stranger is already waiting for you down on the ground, he watches you silently with no expression on his face. “C’mere,” he holds his arms out, “I’ll catch you.” You shouldn’t be so trusting but for some reason you just let yourself fall into his arms. A quiet yelp escapes your lips as you curl into yourself out of fear, “Relax, scary part’s over.” He lets out a deep chuckle.

“T-Thank you,” you mutter, still shaken up over the incident, “I really appreciate what you did back there, I haven’t seen those things since this entire thing started. I guess I wasn’t so prepared to go against one up close like that,” you mutter while kicking a rock around.

He shrugs, “I don’t think anyone can ever be prepared to face off against one of those things.” He sighs while looking around, “You got somewhere you gotta be or you just like wandering into abandoned buildings in your free time?” He shoves his hands into his pockets, a small grin grazing his lips.

It’s not the best idea to ever tell a stranger where you’re going especially given the situation the entire world is in. “I was just trying to scavenge,” you finally say after a few seconds, “I was running out of a few things so I decided to get some air while I was out.” You can’t keep eye contact with him for the love of your own life. His gaze is pretty intense and he seemed like the type of person who kept eye contact throughout an entire conversation.

“Ah,” he nods, “I was too, but then I heard the commotion and decided to see what was up, and you were there.” He chuckles, “Kim Taehyung.” He holds his hand out.

“y/n.” You reply softly and take his much bigger hand into yours, “Well, I think I’ll be going now. Can’t keep my group waiting.” You trail off nervously when his grip tightens instead of letting you go, “Um, Taehyung..? My hand?” You whisper out.

Taehyung hums, “It’s getting pretty late isn’t it? Sun down is around the corner and well, it doesn’t seem pretty ideal to walk around all by yourself in the dark now is it?” He tilts his head.

He’s right, you can see the sun start to set slowly and the world around you is painted in a dark orange-yellow hue. Your little lie wasn’t going to keep up much longer if he decides to walk you to your “group”. You nod slowly, “Yeah.. I guess so.” You rub the side of your arm as a chilly breeze sweeps over the both of you.

“Wanna come back with me to my place? Not far, just a ten minute walk from here, even got working water and electricity.” You perk up at the last two things which ends up making him laugh, “Yeah I know, you’ll see what I mean.” He begins pulling you along with him, hand wrapped tightly around your wrist.

“I wouldn’t wanna intrude or anything,” you quickly say, “I can just go back to my group, ‘s not a problem really.” You wince a little when his grip begins to become painful.

Taehyung shakes his head, “ ‘s not safe out here at night, just stop being stubborn will you? You looked ready to give up back there with just one of those things, now imagine dozens?” He chuckles humorlessly with his head still turned away, you sigh quietly and go limp finding it no use to fight back because he clearly wasn’t going to let you go which in itself looked like an entire red flag.

He leads you to another building, you notice the slight change in temperature when you walk into the darkened lobby, it’s slightly warmer.. “How did you get the electricity to work?” You wonder out loud while looking around.

“Turns out the power generator wasn’t completely ruined, wasn’t very hard to get it going again and well, now we have working water and electricity.” He shrugs while guiding you down the hall and stopping in front of a door.

You frown in confusion, “We?” You tilt your head, “There’s someone else?” Oh this wasn’t what you were expecting, now you had to stay alert for not only Taehyung but his fucking friend too.

“Yeah, Jungkook.” He says like nothing while punching in the keycode, “He’s one of the guys I met when this all happened, we stayed together—no not like that,” he chuckles, “he’s a good friend of mine.” He gives you a bright smile before pushing the door open.

You’re hit with warmth and light, the entire room is lit up and you can smell something cooking in the kitchen. This makes you reminisce about the past when you would be coming home after a long day at work, cooking something up and unwinding with your pup on the couch. Your heart twists bitterly as you clutch your backpack closer, you hear noises come from the kitchen and you turn your head in alarm.

“Relax, that’s Jungkook.” Taehyung chuckles as he guides you into the living room with his hands over your shoulders, “Jungkook, this is y/n and y/n, Jungkook.” He cheerfully introduces you two like you’re longtime friends or something, “I saved her from a clicker just now.” He briefly says to Jungkook.

Jungkook gives you one good look, dark eyes trailing over you before he turns his back, “You guys hungry?” He breaks the tension in the room, it has you sagging in relief that he wasn’t rude or didn’t see you as a threat. “She looks like she’s seen better days, don’t be fucking rude Tae let her shower n shit the food is almost ready anyways.” He comments while shaking some spices into the food he was making.

“Oh shit, forgot about that. C’mere, bathroom’s this way.” Taehyung pushes you down another hall, “Hot water n everything so go crazy. Clean towel’s there, and you’re welcome to help yourself to anything in there. I have some extra razors, don’t know if you’d need them or anything I don’t know but yeah.” He smiles, “See you when you’re done.” He leaves after that.

You stand in the bathroom quietly for a few seconds, you don’t like the ugly little feeling you get in your tummy from being around these guys. You’re grateful and all but you can’t help the distrusting feeling you get. With a heavy sigh you set your things down and begin undressing out of your clothes. The water feels so amazing against your sore muscles, you stand under the shower just basking in the luxury of hot water with your eyes closed.

Cleanup goes fairly quickly, you helped yourself to one of the razors Taehyung mentioned to you and took your time in scrubbing the dirt and grime off of your body. Now that you think about it, it made sense earlier as to why Taehyung didn’t look dirty or anything. This explains a whooolleeee lot now.

“Hey y/n,” Taehyung calls out as the door opens, “Came to give you something.” He says like it’s no big deal at all while he enters the bathroom.

“T-Taehyung..!” You gasp in shock, throwing yourself into the corner of the shower while staring at the curtains in terror, “Whatever it is, can you just please drop it somewhere! Kinda not in the best situation right now,” you clutch the loofah close.

Taehyung laughs, “Calm down, I just came to give you an extra pair of clothes. Yours are kinda worn down no offense, it wouldn’t make sense to re-dress in nasty clothes after cleaning yourself now would it?” He says as he moves around the bathroom.

“Thanks..but um..can you…?” You trail off.

“I’m going, I’m going,” he breathily chuckles, “Jungkook says the food’s ready, see you out there.” He heads out. You wait for him to close the door but when you hear no sound you peek your head out of the corner of the curtain, “My bad,” Taehyung holds up your tattered clothes, “kinda cute that they got little bears all over them.” He motions to your underwear.

Your face heats up in embarrassment, “Stop looking!”

“I will!” Taehyung lets the door slip shut, his laughter fading as he disappears down the hall. You sigh in relief and let your back hit the wall, what the hell was even that? You were definitely going to be leaving ASAP with the way Taehyung seemed to lack boundaries with literally ANYTHING. First he was touchy and now he’s looking at your underwear shamelessly? That was a no-go.

“I swear I locked it..” You mutter while washing your hair.

After your hot shower you slip out and dry yourself with the towel, you were curious to see what clothes he brought you. You notice it’s a large black shirt and a pair of boxers sitting neatly folded on the counter. Better than nothing you guessed while dropping the towel and dressing yourself. The boxers fit like oversized shorts on you which you’re pretty glad for.

Your heart drops when you see that your backpack isn’t there anymore. A lot of things seem to be running through your mind all at once, was this the end? Were you going to die now? All because of a hot shower?

“Oh there you are,” Jungkook comments when you walk into the same room from before, he notices your panicked state and chuckles, “relax, Tae put your things over there by the door. He put your clothes to wash too.” He nods his head in the direction of the laundry room, “You hungry?” He holds up a bowl of hot food.

“Thank you..” You softly whisper while going over to sit at the table, your mouth waters at the sight of hot food, another luxury you couldn’t afford in this world after leaving your uncle’s home to go to Busan.

Jungkook eyes you appreciatively in his clothes as he sets the food down in front of you, “Glad to see they fit.” He comments, “You can start eating by the way, Tae’s gonna shower so it’ll be just us two til he gets back.” He lazily shrugs while sitting across from you.

He set out an array of side dishes like rice, kimchi, wood ear mushrooms and other stuff that looks really tasty. The two of you eat in silence with Jungkook humming occasionally at the taste or something like that. You don’t really want to talk much either so you’re grateful for the quietness between the two of you. The food is really amazing too, it fills your ravenous hunger you’ve had for the past week since running out of granola bars.

“So,” Jungkook leans back in his chair, “Tae says you’re a part of a group huh?” He tilts his head, “Kinda explains the shot gun n shit. Loads of ammo too.” He picks up a piece of meat and shoves it into his mouth.

“Yeah..” You mumble, “I was just scavenging, had to cross through the building n yeah that’s how me and Tae ran into each other—or more like him saving me.”

Jungkook nods, “Okay… so why don’t you tell me the real truth? No bullshitting either sweetheart, we’ve been here for how many years and never have we ever seen or heard of a group past that building or on our side.” He smirks, “C’mon, tell me. I don’t bite.”

You stare at him in awe and realization that you’ve been caught, “Fuck okay,” you sigh heavily, “Originally I was staying with my uncle in the outskirts of Suwon after the whole apocalypse happened, for years now I’ve been believing my parents are still alive and out there, problem is out there is literally all the way down in Busan,” you see him perk up at the mention of Busan, “so I’ve been walking ever since trying to get there to find them, they’re farmers, if they’re out there they’re probably still in the old farmhouse I grew up in.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he nods, “I’m fuckin’ impressed you made it this far, shit not even me who was stranded Ulsan when this all happened.” He shakes his head, “Guess we all got something that keeps up goin’ huh.” He leans back in his chair with a hum.

You stare down at your food, “Yeah..” You whisper softly.

The silence is broken when Taehyung comes out of the hall, towel in his hair and a pair of low hanging sweats clinging over his hips as he whistles, “Looks good,” he says to Jungkook while taking a seat next to him, it’s only then you fully see that he’s not wearing a shirt at all. You turn your head slightly in embarrassment as Taehyung laughs, “What? Something on my face?”

“No you idiot, obviously someone you fucking just met wouldn’t wanna see you half naked ‘n shit you pervert.” Jungkook elbows his friend.

“I’m not though,” Taehyung snorts, “I’m sure she’s seen worse than this,” he shoots you a wink to which you hunch your shoulders together sheepishly.

Jungkook rolls his eyes, “So did basic etiquette also fly out the window when the apocalypse happened or what?” Taehyung doesn’t reply anything because he’s too busy stuffing his face, Jungkook’s eyes land back on you and he sits up, “You look sleepy, you can take my room if you want I’ll sleep here,” he nods, “and before you panic I’ll take your backpack to you too.” He smirks.

You slump in your seat with a sigh, “Thanks..”

“No need.” Jungkook curtly replies and gets up as he brings your backpack over, “Follow me.” He treads down the hall with your things flung over his broad shoulder.

“G’Night pretty,” Taehyung grins with a wicked glint in his eyes as he looks at you up and down, “very fuckin’ pretty..” He chuckles quietly and goes back to eating.

You shiver, and not in the good way either. You follow Jungkook into another room, he’s already setting your things down and bringing out pillows, “I usually sleep without one but here’s some I had in my closet,” he sets them down, “not that there’s much to steal but please don’t take my shit. I trust you.” He gives you a firm pat, squeezing your waist as he slips by you.

“Thank..you..?” You turn to watch him.

“Yeah, yeah no funny business. Night sweetheart.” He lets the door slip shut quietly.

The first thing you do is lock it, making sure the door is jammed before you take one of his chairs he had and press it right up against the knob. When you feel like no one can enter you finally slip into the comfy bed, groaning in relief as your sore body slumps into the sheets. It’s been so long since you’ve had a proper bed to lay in. You roll around before curling over a pillow and hugging it tight to your chest.

Your tired eyes slip shut and you fall asleep comfortably for the first time in ages.

You pry your eyes open when a beam of sunlight hits you across your face. At first you’re confused and disoriented but then everything that happened to you yesterday comes down as you recap quickly. You slowly sit up with a loud yawn, looking around the room in daze. Everything is as you left it, and the chair is still propped up against the door.

“Time is it..” You mutter and look around. You find a clock on the wall and squint your eyes to read the time. “Oh,” it’s noon. You shuffle out of bed despite your limbs protesting as you look around for your things, you had an extra change of clothes in your backpack anyways so getting your old clothes was not a issue.

The weather as of lately has been pretty bipolar, hot or breezy so you never knew what to expect. You figured it was springtime anyways. You dressed in a loose white flower printed camisole, another pair of brown shorts over black tights and managed to slip your boots back on.

“Alright,” you bring out your map and check the streets etc, “took me here..so now we go this way,” you mutter quietly while reading the map. You had made sure to catch the name of the building before entering last night. That way it would be easier when leaving. “Okay.” You smile and fold the map back up.

You step out of the room with your belongings on your back, treading down the hall quietly as you come across Taehyung and Jungkook setting the table, “Oh you’re awake.” Jungkook says as his eyes drop to your hands where you’re clutching the straps of your backpack.

Taehyung pauses and turns to look too, “Oh…” He trails off, visibly upset that you’re already going. “ ‘s pretty dangerous out there.” He comments with a blank look.

“I’ll find a way.” You reply curtly, “I appreciate you guys letting me stay the night but I really have to go now. Thank you.” You bow in appreciation, Jungkook doesn’t say anything and instead Taehyung makes his way over to stand in front of you.

“At least stay for breakfast yeah? C’mon there’s no harm in that.” Taehyung pleads while setting a bowl down on the table, “Plus, why would you even wanna go? Those things are still out there, they’ll tear you apart the first chance they get. Just stay, yeah?” It’s no longer, stay for breakfast, rather Taehyung is now openly begging you to stay.

Your breath hitches when you see his hand come up to touch your shoulder, you jerk away and take a step back, “I’m leaving Taehyung, thank you from the bottom of my heart but I’ll be fine.” You say firmly while stepping past him.

Jungkook calmly stands there with his arms over his chest, he looks down at you and hums, “You’re not leaving sweetheart,” he calmly says, “why don’t you get that backpack off and sit down so we can all eat together.”

When it becomes apparent they have no intention of letting you leave you snap, “Get away from me!” You shove Jungkook as hard as you possibly can, watching him stumble out of shock as you duck past him and slam the front door open.

“y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells out.

You don’t waste another second and run down to the exit, kicking the door open and heading down the street towards the way you were supposed to go. Adrenaline kicks in like never before as you whip your head back occasionally to see if they’re following. You’re pretty far when you notice Jungkook and Taehyung exiting out the building looking both ways before they see you and start running.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” You whisper while jumping over fallen things and rocks.

They’re yelling a bunch of shit that you don’t care about, your main focus is to get the hell away from them. You duck into a building, taking note that it’s a mall as you manage to run up the escalator. “She went in here!” Taehyung says not far behind.

You hear their heavy footsteps as they run up the steps too. You see a rack sitting there so you throw it down and keep pushing forward. Jungkook curses loudly while he and Tae push through the mess on the ground. You see a clothing shop with a half-closed metal overhead door as you fall to the ground and slip under it to the other side.

The crawlspace was small enough for you, you’re confident Taehyung and Jungkook were going to have to pry it open (if they even could) to follow you. “Shit,” you hear Taehyung, “she went through here.”

“Move.” Jungkook reaches to yank at the door.

Your eyes widen in horror when you hear the door creak, showing signs that it would in fact be opening up more. You run to the back of the store, barreling in as you look around for a exit only to find that you’re in a simple storage room. There was no other exit, the mall in fact must not even have those backroom exits.

Your eyes tear up as you shakily back up into the wall with no other choice but to bring out your shotgun and aim it at the door. You hear nothing but your fast breathing and pounding heart in your ears. Any moment now… Your finger curled over the trigger as you bounced your knee in anticipation.

A beat passes before the door suddenly slams open, hitting the wall full force as Jungkook comes barreling in. You jump in absolute fear, aiming blindly as you pull the trigger. “Oh shit!” Taehyung yells, he doesn’t bother entering the room at first as he ducks to the side of the doorway after the bullet grazes the wall next to the doorway.

Jungkook yells something you can’t really make out through the ringing in your ears from the deafening noise. He wrestles the shotgun out of your hands, tossing it to the corner far away from you both. “Hey, hey,” he loudly curses, “calm down will you?!” He grunts.

Taehyung slips into the room and comes over to pin you down, “Shh, shh, we’re here now y/n,” he says as he leans down to nose along your shoulder and neck, “ ‘s safe with us.” He whispers in his deep baritone voice.

The fear combined with the stress (and adrenaline) of the situation sends you into a full blown panic attack. Your vision begins getting spotty and you feel like you’re on the verge of passing out. Probably from how malnourished you were given that the past few weeks you’ve been surviving on one granola bar every week.

You yell and twist around, loud sobs pouring from your lips as you thrash endlessly. “N-No! Please! Let me go,” you hiccup through your tears, “stop it,” the fight begins slowly draining out of you. They coo and murmur deceivingly sweet things in your ear, their hands roam all over your body while you lay there limp. “P..lease..” You quietly plead one last time before the world around you begins to fade.

“I’ve got you baby, don’t you worry. Never gonna let you outta my sight,” Taehyung whispers, “....s.afe..with us.” You manage to hear right before losing consciousness.

5 months later..

Everyday waking up felt more like a chore and the only time you ever found yourself looking forward to something was going to sleep. Sleeping was like some sort of escape from reality where you would find yourself dreaming of the day you reunite with your parents. Another dream you frequently had was you being back at your uncle’s farm living day by day in utter peace surrounded by the people you loved.

It was a pretty memory that would be ruined the moment you woke up to find either Taehyung or Jungkook over you.

They were like animals, they had no self control and acted like a bunch of hormonal teens around you. Taehyung especially, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off nor his pants on. You lost track of the days inbetween sleeping or them fucking you like no tommorrow. Waking up sore between your legs or with cum dripping from your gaping pussy was a familiar feeling.

Taehyung was the more shameless one between the two. He’d fuck you almost every chance he got with his hands never straying from your body for more than two minutes whenever he was around you. He kept you chained in his room by the ankle on his bed wearing nothing but his shirt and those bear printed panties you came to hate. They were ruined the minute he’d lay with you, hand stuffed deep inside and his long slender fingers buried knuckle deep in your soaked pussy.

You hated that your body responded very well to his touches, hell you’d even slick up to the sound of him entering the room with the amount of times he fucked you or had his hands on you. Taehyung’s mouth was even filthier with the amount of shit he said in that husky tone whenever he had you pinned under him—knees pressed to your shoulders as he folded you in half and punched his cock deep inside your bruised cunt.

“Just needed a cock in you pretty, didn’t you,” he’d whisper while grinding his hips in slow circles with his cock rubbing up against every crevice of your pussy, his balls pressed tight against your ass as low squelching noises filled the quiet bedroom.

Jungkook was used to the sounds of the headboard banging or bed creaking against the wooden floor. He’d lay awake in his own room with a hand wrapped tight against his cock while he listened to you cry and mewl in pleasure. Other times he’d walk into the room just to see Taehyung balls deep in you with your legs spread wide and a string of white creaminess sticking to Taehyung’s pelvis and cock whenever he pulled out of your messy pussy.

At the moment you were curled into your side, balling up under the warm sheets as you tried to find more sleep. After a few more minutes of tossing and turning you begrudgingly accepted that you weren’t going to be getting any more sleep. Your puffy eyes cracked open as you stared over at the window. The curtains were closed but from the tiny corner you could see that it was night time already.

Taehyung and Jungkook had yet to come back, they said something about getting some things they needed from the mall. A tiny part of you wished they wouldn’t come back though. Maybe they’d be ambushed by those things and eaten alive (your biggest fantasy was them getting their cocks ripped off for what they’ve done to you). You could only dream, you sigh wistfully.

You sit up in bed and look around the dark room, there’s nothing much to do so you end up doodling in your sketchbook for a bit before laying back down just dreading the arrival of your captors. They get back around midnight, a little over an hour after you had woken up. Your eyes are slipped shut as you try to fall back asleep, and right when your body and mind both shut down the door is opened.

Taehyung comes in silently, humming under his breath as he sets some bags down on the ground. You don’t pay much attention, just curling into yourself with closed eyes while he goes about with whatever the hell he’s doing. The sound of Taehyung unbuckling his belt is enough to have your pussy throbbing, already slicking up for what’s about to come. He shuffles around and slips his shirt off, and then his pants.

The bed dips low and creaks under his weight when he climbs in next to you. You squeeze your eyes tight and try to breathe normally. Taehyung’s hand falls on your thigh and rubs over the soft skin slowly, each time going higher and higher until he’s playing with the waistband of your underwear. Your skin prickles all over with goosebumps as he quietly laughs under his breath.

“Look so pretty like this,” he mumbles while leaning in to hide his face in your neck, “bet your little pussy’s all wet for me too..” He dips his fingers in and slides them through your chubby folds, “Fuckin’ soaked—got you waiting for this cock huh?” He circles his fingers over your wet clit, “C’mon pretty, open up for me. Know you’re awake,” he rasps out and rubs faster.

You breathily sigh and fall into the bed pliantly while he plays with your clit between his long slender fingers. Taehyung slips his fingers between your dewy sticky folds, going right over your greedy hole. It clenches around nothing and you wait with a bated breath for him to slip them inside.

“Hear that baby?” Taehyung whispers as his lips slide over your neck and suck on a particular spot, “Messy little thing you are,” he comments while pressing his crotch over your ass and letting you feel the hard print of his swelling cock from inside his boxers, “don’t worry though—not gonna be empty for long, gonna fill you up and give it to you real good pretty.” He rasps out.

He rolls his hips in the tiniest of circles, letting out deep sighs and grunts while he plays with your pussy with one hand and the other grips your ass cheek. He squeezes the doughy cheek and pulls it apart to expose your puckered hole, “Gonna fuck you here too one day,” he rolls his hips more insistently, “gonna make all your pretty holes mine.”

You bite back a mewl when his thumb flicks over your clit in rapid sweeping motions, it has you grinding into his hand and simultaneously pushing back on his hard cock. You feel it slot between your cheeks—hot and throbbing—as it slides over the rim of your asshole. You weakly clench down on nothing, pussy pathetically spewing more slick and dribbling between your silky folds.

“One day,” he mutters, “not now.” Taehyung reaches up to steady you by the hip. You hear shuffling in the back as Taehyung kicks his boxers off, letting the dampened material fall to the ground. His hands are on you in a heartbeat, he racks the oversized shirt you’re wearing up around your waist and tugs at your panties with two fingers. “Open a little wider for me pretty—there you go, that’s it.” He purrs.

Taehyung wraps a hand around the back of your knee and holds it up as he lifts your leg into the air. You bite your lip and turn your face into the pillow to hide in, “Keep it up here for me,” he murmurs while letting go.

You can hear him fist his cock from behind you as he takes his cock and slaps it over your folds repeatedly. “Fuck,” he sighs almost dreamily while positioning the mushroomy tip at your clenched hole, “relax n let me in baby, good girl.” He murmurs while kicking his hips forward and pushing his cock into you.

Your lips part in a small ‘o’, no noise escaping as he fills you inch for inch with his heavy fat cock. This spooning position does nothing but make you aware just how big his cock is, you feel fucking stuffed and full of him with the rim of your pussy stretching a bit painfully to accommodate him. Taehyung releases a low growl and shoves himself into you impatiently. His hips smack against your ass with a loud squelch.

“Shit…” He sighs out like he’s relieved to be buried deep inside you, he shifts around and presses himself closer to you. You feel him drape himself over your back with his face buried in the junction of your neck and shoulder. He breathes your scent in and moans quietly while circling his hips slowly, cock shifting from side to side inside of you.

“God you feel so good,” he whispers as his hand grips your hip tight, “don’t think I’ll ever get used to fuckin’ this pussy.” He moans once more and presses in.

You double over and fist the pillow you’re laying on tightly, you can feel his hot thick balls press snug against your ass with each grind and thrust. Taehyung’s busy sucking marks into the back of your neck, he rolls his hips smoothly and occasionally bottoms out and presses into you deeply. His cock reemerges drenched in copious amounts of slick, the noise it makes is filthy as he pushes in deep.

“Shit, like that.” He moves faster, humping into you in quick little rolls as your cheeks smack against his pelvis repeatedly.

Your mouth opens and you quietly pant into the hot pillow, ears burning when you hear the squelching and the sound of his balls connecting to your ass from where they swing. Taehyung moans into your ear and slips his hand down your front to spread your pussy apart in a ‘V’ shape, “C’mon baby, play with yourself.” He huffs.

Most likely if you don’t do it he will so you slip your hand down and circle your clit with your fingers. You rub in circular motions, matching the speed of his thrusts. You can’t help the strangled moan that you let out because he pairs this with perfectly aimed thrusts, cockhead brushing over your g-spot repeatedly. The noises you held in begin spilling from your lips, you whimper and whine quietly while laying three fingers over your clit and rubbing side to side quickly.

“You gonna cum baby?” Taehyung gasps, “Can feel you getting tighter,” he grunts while smacking his hips into yours harder.

You throw your head back on his shoulder and gasp loudly when his cock bumps into your cervix. It hurts but the pain blends easily with the pleasure. Taehyung digs his fingernails into your side and tightly holds on to you while fucking into your pussy harshly. The slapping noises fill the entire room, the sheets shift and the bed rocks into the wall from the force of his thrusts.

“W-Wait,” you gasp breathlessly while your pussy squeezes tight, “fuck—Tae-hyung..!” A garbled cry escapes your lips as your pussy floods wetly, you cum with a high pitched cry while burying your face into his pillow—body shaking like a newborn lamb.

Taehyung hisses and quickly rolls his hips, driving his swollen cock into you over and over again like it’s the last time. He lands a tiny slap over your pussy causing you to cry out in oversensitivity. “Oh shit,” he gasps and slams into you three times before coming to a stop and riding the rest of his orgasm out with tiny grinds. He milks his cock out with a long sigh, pressing in to make sure none of it slips out.

You’re left laying there panting harshly while he warms his cock with your cunt. Only when his cock softens does he let it slip out with a nasty squelch. You can feel a sticky trail of slick and cum bubble between your folds, a small string still connected to his flaccid cock. “So messy,” he mutters while rolling out of bed to bring back a towel.

You stare at the wall with disoriented eyes and a wet ass/pussy.

The very next morning over breakfast Taehyung tells you about a surprise he has for you. You’re suspicious as hell but go along with it and wait patiently for him to give you his “gift”. Nothing good ever comes from him so you’re pretty sure this gift is something more for them than it is for you. When he pulls it out you mentally sigh, proven right.

“Aren’t these pretty?” Taehyung grins while showing off the pretty dresses, “I found ‘em in that store from last time and thought they’d look good on you.” He licks his lips, “Try ‘em on.” He’s not asking, he’s telling you.

You begrudgingly change into one, noting how short it is given that it ends right under your ass. You stand there and let out a deep sigh, “This is the worst..” You mutter while fixing the straps.

“You comin’ out yet pretty?” Taehyung calls out.

“Fucking hell, can’t you wait.” You angrily tug the dress down and unlock the door, “I’m going.” You roll your eyes and walk out of the hallway and to them.

Their eyes naturally shift lower, staring shamelessly as they lick their lips hungrily. “Fits like a glove.” Jungkook nods, “Do a little spin for me sweetheart,” he sits back and man spreads on the couch, “slowly.” His eyes drop down to your exposed thighs.

You slowly turn in a circle stopping when they ask you to. Taehyung whistles lowly while Jungkook hums in appreciation, “Maybe these pretty little dresses are the only thing you should wear around the house, makes you look like a pretty little housewife.” He chuckles.

“She does, doesn't she? If it were up to me she’d be my little housewife walking around with nothin’ underneath leaking with cum and a pussy stuffed full.” Taehyung’s eyes stay glued to your tits where they push against the dress, smushed together from how tight that area was.

“Pretty little thing was made for it.” Jungkook nods with a low hum. You’ve never felt less human.

That night, Jungkook brings you to his room and has you slip on another one of the dresses Taehyung got you. Except this one literally leaves your entire ass hanging out no matter how much you tug on it. It’s a silky dress embroidered with lace and frills, you know you’re not going to stand a chance. He’s already looking at you like he wants to eat you, he lays there with an arm behind his head on the bed, just ogling you in appreciation as you change.

It’s over the moment you turn around. Jungkook quite literally throws you on the bed and pins you down under his hard, heavy body. He wastes no time in pushing the dress up and pinning you with your knees touching your shoulders. His pace is frantic and hard, thighs smacking and balls smacking into you as he fucks like a madman.

The bed violently hits the wall and creaks loudly under the weight of you two. He really has you crying and screaming in pleasure from how rough he was with you. His own grunts and moans rising in volume to match yours. He fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you, each time hurting a little more from how sensitive you were. Your cunt’s rubbed raw, glistening with precum mixed with your slick as a ring of white forms around the base of Jungkook’s cock. Some of his creamy cum drips down between your ass cheeks and on to the rim of your puckered hole. It splatters a little when his balls collide with your ass, staining both him and the bed sheets.

The room’s hot, it stinks with sex as Jungkook fucks you over and over again on the bed. You mewl shakily and kick your dangling feet in the air when he rolls you two over the edge of the bed, your head hangs as he buries himself deep in your pussy and grinds in quick motions. Jungkook has either arm beside your head, caging you in as he watches your expressions with hooded eyes.

“Fuck.” Jungkook bites his lip and moves faster, “Look so goddamn perfect, gonna have this little cunt bred by the end of the night. You’d like that wouldn’t you baby—to be stuffed with my cum dripping?” He breathlessly asks, brow pinched in concentration as he rolls his hips.

When you don’t answer he lands a smack across your ass, tightly squeezing it in his hand afterwards. You mewl quietly and nod, “Answer me baby, wanna hear it from your sweet little lips.” He growls and lands another smack.

You hiccup and sob softly, “Y-Yes..! W-Wanna you to fill me up.” Your toes curl as you shudder when his cock hits your g-spot. All this movement and your head hanging quickly has you recoiling in dizziness as he jostles you.

Jungkook moves his hands and falls into you with your chest pressed to his. He wraps his hands around both of your ass cheeks and grips them tightly while pumping his cock in and out of you. Your thighs tremble in anticipation, cunt greedily swallowing him as low wet smacking noises begin to grow louder.

“Gonna cum sweetheart,” he rasps out with sweat dripping from his brow, “shit—so fuckin’ tight.” He shudders while leaning into you.

Your arms shakily wrap around his shoulders as you hug him tightly, sobbing when his pelvis glides over your clit and traps the sensitive bud between you and him. He fucks in quick thrusts, cock punching in and out of your creamy pussy. You lay there whining quietly as he uses you to get off. His moans turn breathier and quiet until he stops and goes silent.

His cock throbs and twitches, hot cum painting your pussy white as he empties himself in you. Jungkook lets out a ragged groan as he finally stops coming, he tiredly lays himself over you and pants, swallowing quietly as he tries to catch his breath. You didn’t cum again but you’re fine, it would have hurt anyway.

“Shit.” He mumbles as he rolls off of you lays side by side, staring up at the ceiling with his wet cock hanging out all bare without a single care in the world. You shakily roll to your side and curl up.

You knew these damn dresses were gonna be trouble..

Something’s off…very off.

For almost a week now you’ve been getting sick and throwing up meal after meal, maybe they were poisoning and finally putting you out of your misery. You wished.. You were sleeping way more than usual and everything just hurt more, even sex—not that it didn’t hurt before but suddenly your clit was too rubbed raw to touch and penetration was starting to hurt and ache? Something was very wrong and they knew it too.

“You think it’s the food?” Taehyung asks while sitting at the table with you and Jungkook, they often talk like you aren’t even there at times. “Or like maybe it’s the flu or something, been finding the window left open at night, could be that she got some air.”

Jungkook eyes you in worry, “I don’t think so Tae, she barely even has anything in her stomach to begin with and she keeps puking her guts out.” He sighs deeply, “y/n baby, how long has this been going on for hm? Weeks?”

You shrug and stare down at the hot food on your plate, “I dunno, not really hungry though.. Just wanna sleep.”

Taehyung frowns, “You need to eat something, wait—maybe she’s on her period or something and it’s probably hitting her really hard. Are you?” He turns to look at you as he waits patiently for your answer.

You open your mouth to say no but then sit there in shock, period.. When was the last time you even had one? Your heart begins pounding as you try to think back to your last cycle, sure you didn’t think about it too often but still it was something you kept track of so things didn’t get super messy in the middle of your travels. They call your name three times before you finally look up at them.

“I haven’t gotten a period.” You whispered, “Last I remember was I think a month ago, wait no I think two..” You begin shaking in your seat, this means one thing for sure.. You look up at them, they’re both sporting surprised looks but Taehyung’s face quickly morphs into one of excitement and happiness.

“So that means..” Taehyung grins, “ ‘s my baby,” he proudly claims, “must’ve knocked her up real good.” He chuckles quietly, dodging Jungkook’s hit, “What?? She’s the one who sleeps in my bed more than you! You’re just jealous it’s not your baby.” He smirks.

Jungkook sighs, “Tae, maybe instead of being so happy about knocking her up worry about her fuckin health.” He glares before turning to you with a soft look, “C’mere sweetheart, let’s get you something for your stomach yeah?” He stands and goes over to guide you into the kitchen, “Tae, run out and bring some pregnancy tests!”

“On it!”

You’re numb the entire time Jungkook talks to you about different meal options, his hand never leaves your waist and he occasionally strokes his thumb over your tummy. How could they be so happy knowing the circumstances behind the baby—or rather this parasite inside of you. Just thinking about the thing made you sicker, and quite frankly more angrier.

“Baby?” Jungkook looks at you in confusion, “I asked if you wanted to have some broth with crackers, it’ll be light on your stomach and will do good for the baby.” Baby… You looked down at your stomach and stared at it, so that’s where the little shit was. “Baby?” He cups your face in his hands.

“Anything is fine,” you mutter, “doesn’t matter now anyways, ‘m basically an incubator.” You glare.

Jungkook ignores your little aggressive comment, “Don’t be like that, ‘s not good for you or the baby. Gotta make sure you’re well fed mama,” he mumbles as he brings you closer, “gotta be a good mama for the baby alright?” He cups your tummy.

You feel frustration bubble up, “I don’t want this fucking parasite in me,” you seethe, “I didn’t ask to be pregnant, I didn’t ask for any of this! I would have been perfectly fine in Busan with my parents if you or Taehyung hadn’t bothered me!” You yell angrily, “Baby this, baby that—what about me?! I’m a human being! This is my life we’re talking about!” You shove his hands off of you.

Jungkook’s jaw clenches, “You’re just cranky and moody, understandable sweetheart,” he reaches over to grip you by the throat, “but let’s not get too over your head yeah? Is this all because of Busan? Throwin’ a fit like a goddamn child?” He glares.

“Yes! Exactly that Jungkook, I was doing so fucking fine before YOU or Taehyung.” Your eyes well with tears, “A-And now-now, I can’t even see my parents anymore because I’m stuck here everyday inside of a small ass apartment chained like a goddamn circus animal waiting to be used!” You sob hysterically, everything you’ve held in at this point just erupting.

You hate that he gives you a sympathetic look, he brings you into his arms and you’re too weak to fight against him, “Oh baby,” he rocks you side to side, “when will you understand that your place is with us, we keep you SAFE. We feed you don’t we? We protect you? What more are you asking for?” He says softly like he’s talking to a child or something.

“I-I want to see my mom and dad,” you hiccup, “wanna g-go to Busan ‘n make sure they’re alive ‘n healthy. Please!” You paw at his arms and cling to him like a child, “Please ‘s the only thing I’ll ever ask for!”

Jungkook stares down at you while you cry and beg, he gently rubs his hand over your back and hums, “I’ll talk to Tae about it,” he pulls back to look down at you, “but you have to take care of yourself for the baby’s sake.” He calmly says, “No ifs or buts, if you don’t we’re not going anywhere.”

You bite back the protest sitting on the tip of your tongue, “...Okay..” You mutter.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grins and ruffles your hair, “now go sit down, I’ll call you when the soup is ready.” He ushers you out.

Taehyung and Jungkook spend the entire night talking about it, you can hear them from the bedroom where you sit in pure excitement and hope. Jungkook argues that maybe it’s time to find a new settlement out there, he says something along the lines that raising the baby in the countryside is far better as the infected are less likely to populate rural areas. Taehyung argues that they’re fine altogether given the endless supplies nearby and the running water and electricity they have.

“Jungkook you’re not understanding, I’m gonna be a dad now and I can’t be having y/n walk for almost two months straight in this state. She won’t make it,” Taehyung sighs, “she’s fine here, safe and sound where she has water and heat to keep her warm at night.”

Jungkook releases a heavier sigh, “Tae, there’s a high risk of raiders and you know it. What if we’re out getting supplies one day and someone finds her and the baby? Then what? Or how about when the baby gets here you wanna keep them inside these four small ass walls for the rest of their lives? Is that what you think is best for the baby?”

You sit with a bated breath, waiting for Taehyung’s reply. You’re fucked if he says no, because Jungkook will NOT go anywhere unless Taehyung comes with. You feel your heart twist bitterly as you stare down at your hands, if Taehyung says no you really think you’ll resort to murder just to escape..

“Fine. We’ll go but if it’s far worse we’re heading straight back got it?” Taehyung grunts, “Can’t believe I’m agreeing to this shit.” He mutters while heading out to the patio.

You smile widely and lay back with your head turned to the window, admiring the bright moon, “Soon..” You quietly whisper to yourself.

Please wait for me..

The three of you set out one crisp Autumn morning, you almost forgot what the outside looked like given that you were only given the luxury of the windows in the apartment. Jungkook and Taehyung keep you close with a hand around your waist or wrapped around your own in a tight hold.

“Gotta cross that bridge to catch the highway that leads us into the countryside roads to Busan,” Jungkook says while reading the map, “from there I think we should be good and just keep walking straight.” He sighs as he folds the map back up.

Taehyung hums in acknowledgment as he reaches over to slip his arm around your waist and tug you close, “You good baby?” He asks softly, “Don’t want you overworking yourself.” He leans down to press a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You nod while looking around the area, “I’m fine, wanna go now.” You tug at his hand and follow after Jungkook. They try to make conversation with you but you’re fully locked in on one thing: Busan.

It takes up almost a day to make it to the bridge and get on the highway, luckily those things aren’t out in the open so the walk is much easier and stress free. You pass the time by admiring the plant life around you and remembering what once was when you come across clothing shops and closed restaurants.

The wind blows the flowy dress you’re wearing, you would have preferred something like jeans or whatever but they swapped out almost all of your clothes for dresses. You liked them and they were cute and all but this was something you would have liked to wear for yourself back at home and not for them.

“Look,” Taehyung stops in his tracks to bring you over to the bridge railing, “kinda looks nice yeah?” He smiles as the wind blows through his hair.

The three of you stand together watching the water below calmly moving in one direction, birds fly high over your heads and into the pink-ish sunset. You smile to yourself and nod, “I like it. Super nice.”

Jungkook leans his head over your shoulder and hums, “Pretty like you.” He comments to which you ignore. The three of you stay a little longer before Jungkook pats you gently on the back, “Alright, time to go. Gotta find somewhere before sundown.” He warns and takes your hand in his, leading you away from the peaceful sight.

You insist to them you’re more than fine walking through the dark with them but Taehyung’s absolutely not having it. He gives you one glare and you’re left to sulk in the dark quietly, begrudgingly following the two into a spot for the night somewhere off the road in the overgrown grass. Jungkook makes sure the area is clear before he lays out your sleeping bags on the ground.

“Calm down, Busan ain’t going nowhere sweetheart,” Jungkook comments when he sees how uneasy you are, “here lay down.” He pulls you in and tucks you into the warm sleeping bag, “All this walking won’t be any good on you,” he leaves the ‘or the baby’ out given your feelings about the pregnancy, “gotta have you well rested.” He mumbles and leans down to press a gentle kiss over your lips.

You stare at him with an incredulous look, you rather keep walking day and night if meant getting away from them two and reaching your parents quicker. Any more of this and you’re going to lose it, you grumble quietly and snuggle into the sleeping bag turned away from them. “Night.” You curtly reply.

“G’night pretty.”

Sleep comes fairly easy but you’re still a bit uncomfortable from laying on the cold hard ground. You spent at least a good hour tossing and turning before sleep took over and sent you into a state of peace. Though by now you knew that peace was never an option, not with these two on your ass half the time.

Your eyes flutter open in confusion, you take in your surroundings for a few seconds before realizing you’re flat on your back. You note the familiar weight sitting on top of you and the slick noises down below. “Hn?” You try to make out who it is but it’s difficult with their face buried in your neck.

“Awake pretty?” Taehyung whispers into your ear, “Was wondering when you were gonna wake up.” He runs his tongue over the shell of your ear with a low moan, “Sorry baby, couldn’t resist seeing you so pretty in the dresses we got you.” He slurs out, you notice he has a hand stuffed between the two of you with his heavy cock in his hand, “Had to have you,” he breathes out while laying his pelvis flat against yours, “feel that? You did that.”

His cock’s all slicked up and hot as it presses against your inner thigh. There’s no use in fighting back as you let your thighs fall open to accommodate him. Taehyung makes a pleased noise as he grinds his cock over your clothed pussy. It bumps and nudges against you which in turn makes your clit throb with excitement. You huff quietly and angle your hips low to see if his cock will bump into your clit again.

Taehyung’s cock slips and slides over your cunt, you begin to grow annoyed and reach down to shove your panties down. He eagerly helps you slide them off with the material getting stuck around your ankle. When he goes to spread you open with his fingers, you let out a pained cry and shove at his hand weakly. Your clit and hole were more sore than you thought.

“What is it baby?” He asks with worry etched onto his face.

You shake your head, “Hurts,” you reply softly and move his hand away, “don’t like it, it hurts.”

Taehyung moves his hand away from your cunt, “Won’t touch you there then baby,” he murmurs while kissing your lips as an apology.

You huff quietly and wiggle around with a pissy glare, “And now my back hurts too.” You shove at his chest and grumble, “Off, off.” Taehyung doesn’t budge, instead he lets you roll over on to your side to alleviate the pressure. Your eyes snap over to him when you feel his cock slip between your thighs.

“Shh..gonna use your pretty little thighs sweetheart.” Taehyung whispers as he rolls his hips slowly. You let your head drop back to the pillow with an annoyed huff, his cock occasionally brushes over your clit from where it sits snug against your pussy. Doesn’t hurt but it bothers you.

He quietly moans and pants under his breath while using your thighs to get off. His leaky cock leaves trails of pearly white cum smeared over your thighs and cunt. Some of it even gets your cheeks wet, making the heat you’re feeling more unbearable. “Can’t wait till you’re bigger pretty,” he whispers, “gonna look so good full of our baby.”

His hips snap upwards when he says that, “ ‘s like you were made to be bred,” he growls and reaches down to slip a hand into your dress, fondling and squeezing your tit in his hand, “got such pretty tits, look at ‘em,” he grunts while slapping one, “can’t wait till they’re leaking with milk.”

You shudder in disgust at the thought, you already felt like you weren’t in your own body, him talking about its upcoming changes has you gagging. You choose to ignore anything related to the pregnancy, closing your eyes and trying to block out his words.

“Oh fuck,” he shudders, “gonna always keep you full and swollen—gonna breed you over and over again pretty.” Taehyung rolls his hips faster and faster until he stops with a shaky sigh, cum shooting out in white ropes over you and the sleeping bag. He stays still for a few seconds before pulling his spent cock from between your thighs.

Great, he ruined your sleeping bag.

The air around you is hot despite the season being autumn. You trudge along behind Jungkook while toying with the sleeves of your hoodie which has long been discarded and tied around your waist. Jungkook says it’s only a matter of days before you’re all in Busan. You’re just relieved the gruesome trip is finally coming to an end and you probably won’t have to see them ever again.

Dealing with both Taehyung and Jungkook was slowly starting to work a nerve inside of you. As your pregnancy progressed so did the symptoms that came with it. Your back hurt like a bitch, your tits were sensitive, and your mood swings were very random. Everyday was a challenge with these two they just wouldn’t leave you alone and in peace. Not to mention the thing inside of you, it was the main source of all your headaches and morning sickness.

“There’s a gas station up ahead,” Taehyung points, “let’s head there to take a break, yeah? My fuckin’ feet are killing me.” He groans while adjusting his hold on the rifle in his hands. “And don’t start with me y/n, we all need a fucking break,” he shoots you a warning glance.

You kick a nearby rock and glare back, “I wasn’t going to say anything.” It comes out more snappier than usual, something about today just had every nerve in your body sending you into overdrive.

Taehyung shoots you a look, “You don’t have to, I can already feel you complaining about why we have to stop.” He mutters, “All you’ve done since we left Daegu. Not all of us wanna walk till the fucking sun starts to set.”

You whip around to give him a piece of your mind when Jungkook tugs you over to his side, “Tae,” Jungkook gives him a silent look before he turns his attention to you, “I just wanna rest in peace, so please let’s just keep our thoughts to ourselves and keep it moving. Fighting isn’t gonna get us there faster either.”

“Well maybe picking fights with a pregnant person isn’t so bright either.” You spit out angrily while walking faster.

Taehyung scoffs, “Oh so now you’re pulling the pregnant card? After all this time acting like the baby doesn’t even exist to you, I see you.”

You whip around and stop walking, “Because it doesn’t! This fucking parasite inside of me doesn’t exist to me and it never will. I never wanted it in the first place and now I’m stuck with it in MY body, so maybe that explains why I fuckin’ hate it and don’t talk about it!” You hiss.

The silence is deafening. Jungkook doesn’t seem so shocked you lashed out but Taehyung absolutely looks livid with the way you talked about the baby. You don’t care, if anything you’re smug because at least he knows you hate the thing. “If it were up to me,” you speak lowly, “I would have gotten rid of it the moment I found out.”

And with that you stomp off towards the gas station. “y/n! y/n get back here!” Taehyung yells but Jungkook says something along the lines of ‘let her be’. You huff angrily and throw the door open to the station, it’s dark and dusty as hell in there but you’re too angry to really care. “Who the fuck does he think he is?” You mutter while looking around for something edible, preferably chocolate.

As you’re looking up and down the aisles you hear a quiet thud. You briefly look up with a pinched look, “Probably one of those idiots.” You mutter quietly while going back to looking for candy. The noise gets louder and once again interrupts your search, “What the fuck.” You sigh in annoyance and look over at the backroom.

The door suddenly slams open and a mangled body comes barreling out, screeching loudly while flailing around and knocking things over. Your eyes widen and you drop the candy bar you had in your hands, “Oh shit.” You make a run for the door, head whipping back to see the zombie launch itself from the other side to you, its hands outstretched and swinging wildly.

“Jungkook! Taehyung!” You fall through the door and crawl away desperately as the thing wraps its hand around your ankle to yank you back, “Help me!” You sob and desperately kick at the thing.

Taehyung aims the rifle and shoots without hesitation, it takes at least two shots to keep the thing down. “Fuck are you okay?” Taehyung runs over to pull you up into his arms, “Did it bite you? Are you hurt?” He paws all over and inspects your body for any bites or wounds.

“I-I’m okay.” You quietly whisper and look back at the store, “I-I don’t know if t-there’s more in there.” A tiny sob bubbles up as you hide your face in his chest and grip his shirt tightly.

Taehyung looks over at Jungkook and silently nods, “Hey you’re okay, look at me,” he cups your face, “you’re fine, ‘s nothing we already got rid of it.” He whispers while brushing your hair out of your face. You weakly nod and stay close by while Jungkook checks for any more infected inside of the station.

Taehyung’s practically glued to you after that, and not that you want him close by but in a way he helps calm you down. Jungkook had quickly gathered food and water before the three of you set back out. The walk was silent save for the sounds of birds chirping and crickets hiding in the tall grass. Everything just feels so unreal right now as you still process your near death experience.

“I think we have to go that way,” Jungkook quietly says, “leads to the countryside—you said your parents lived away from the city right?” He says and stops in his tracks to look at you.

“Yeah.” You look at the map in his hands. “If I’m right we only have a good hour to go, farm’s not that far from here. I recognized the road cause my dad used to take me through here whenever we were going into the city.” You say while reading one of the familiar road signs.

Jungkook nods, “Lead the way then.”

The three of you walk through the dirt, passing by big farms and bus stations that definitely make you reminisce. You haven’t been here in so long it feels weird, you would have loved to come when things didn’t hit the fan and everything went into chaos. You can’t hide the anticipation on your face, it was practically eating at you.

Taehyung notices this because he reaches for your hand and holds it tight, “Any closer?”

“Yeah.” Your heart pounds in your chest, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for. You’re not so sure you’re prepared for what’s about to come. If your parents aren’t there—no, they are, you’re so sure of it. Something tells you they’re fine. You’re so excited you nearly barf.

You come to a stop when the three of you reach the wooden gate entrance, Jungkook is quick to open the latch and push the gate open. “y/n,” Jungkook calls out in surprise because you immediately start heading to the house. You ignore them and their calls, stumbling over your feet as you make your way to your home. Your eyes get watery from the swirl of emotions you’re feeling.

‘I did it.’ You run on to the porch and push the door open, “Mom! Dad! It’s me!” You call out loudly while heading into the living room, “Mom?” You look around frantically. Everything in the house looks untouched, the windows are open as the white curtains flutter with the wind. You feel your heart drop a few times here and there but you’re more excited than anything.

“Mom! Dad!” You head into another room and look around frantically. Nothing is out of place and the house looks well taken care of, so where were your parents? You take a seat on a chair, ignoring the sounds of Jungkook and Taehyung entering the house. Where were they..? You begin to tear up.

You catch a small white envelope sitting in the corner of the table. You reach over and your eyes widen when you see that it was addressed to you. With frantic hands you tear it open and begin reading, eager to find out where your parents could be. As you’re reading Taehyung comes into the room and leans over your shoulder with a curious look. You don’t even reprimand him for reading something that doesn’t concern him.

“..I knew you would come looking for us, it’s in your nature to be stubborn as hell like your mama,” Taehyung reads out loud as Jungkook pauses whatever the hell he was looking at, “we didn’t think you would be content with staying put, and if for whatever reason you find yourself here we’re gone. We’re safe if you must know, we’ve left to a settlement with others where we hopefully can rebuild the life we once had. When you’re ready come to us, you’ve made it this far kiddo I don’t think you’ll have trouble getting to us. For now rest, I assume you’re tired, we left the animals in the barn with food that is most likely gone by now, there’s preserved foods in the bunker below that we’ve been harvesting. Hope to see you soon,” Taehyung finishes.

Your hands shake as you read the date below—you were a week late.

“I guess that’s that.” Jungkook sighs.

“Farm doesn’t look so bad, I think we can run it, don't you think Kook?” Taehyung grins, “We can raise the baby out here without a worry, can even take some horses down to the nearby town when we need to.” He leans down to kiss your neck, “What do you say pretty?..”

Everything hurts—your spine, your back, your feet—you can’t stand it. The baby is bigger and it weighs down on your hips horribly. Some days you pretend it isn’t there but other days are harder given the sheer size of your belly and that thing kicking you.

With an annoyed huff you rip the blankets off of your body and get up with a low pained moan. You support your back with one hand while carefully walking across the wooden floor towards the front door. The cold metal bites into your ankle unforgivingly but you’re used to it already. You thought things would be different here but you guess you were wrong.

“Fuck,” you hiss when the baby kicks you in the rib, “just you fuckin’ wait you little shit,” you mutter while standing on the front porch watching Taehyung and Jungkook tend to the farm around.

Jungkook wipes the sweat off his brow and turns to smile at you, “Something wrong sweetheart?” He calls out.

Taehyung shoots you a grin, “Baby already bothering you pretty?” You want to reply ‘been bothering me’ so bad but you hold your tongue. Taehyung’s eyes drop down to the dress you’re wearing as he whistles lowly, “Well don’t you look pretty?” He smirks as he runs his tongue over his lip.

You find yourself staring at them—one day, you’ll find a way to leave even if you have to fight tooth and nail. You suppose the parasite inside of you can come if it’s not already out yet, or hell maybe you’ll leave it with them who knows.

But one thing is for sure: you were leaving one way or another.

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Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles warm up round: bakery au rated: t | wc: 840 | cw: none | tags: pre-steddie Eddie never got involved in the upside down, he and Steve meet again a few years later in a bakery in Chicago

The bakery was Steve's pride and joy. It was something that he had accomplished and built up by himself, without the input from his parents. No financial assistance from them, no help in learning how to manage a business. It had been a lot of trial and error, and incredible support from his friends, but he had succeeded. He'd brought the small unit in Chicago using most of the hush money payment over the Upside Down. It needed a lot of work doing to it before he was ready to open it, but once it was open it just took off. Constantly selling out of most of the bakes by lunchtime each day, having to take on extra staff to keep up with demand.

After nearly two years, he had a number of very loyal regulars, the ones who would come in at the same times and same days each week, always ordering the same things. The local workers that would always come in before work or on a morning break for a sweet treat everyday. The older couples that would come in twice a week, once for a dessert for their weekly date nights, and once for treats for their grandchildren. The college students that were adamant that Steve's pastries were infinitely better than the ones they could get on campus.

But the newest regular, one his staff had nicknamed 'Mr Metal,' Steve had yet to meet. From the name, Steve assumed that he worked in the new record store that had opened across the street, but the man always managed to be in and out while Steve was still working in the kitchen, setting up the next batch for the oven or decorating what had just finished cooling.

One Friday morning, he was carrying out the boxes ready to restock the counter, when he heard the voice of Zara, one of the cashiers.

"Uh, I'm not sure. Give me a minute, I'll just have to ask the boss."

"Ask me what?" Steve asked as he rounded the counter, the stack of boxes obscuring most of his vision.

"Please tell me that those boxes have lemon cream cheese pastries and apple pie cookies in them." She replied, sounding a little stressed.

"Yeah, lemon are in the top box, apple in the bottom." Steve replied as he put the boxes down on the side, and started unstacking them. He glanced up at the customer, a vaguely familiar, handsome man, and from the long hair, piercings, and the Black Sabbath t-shirt, this had to be the Mr Metal that all the staff kept mentioning. "How many of each did you want?"

"Two of each." The man replied, staring hard at Steve.

"Uh huh." Steve worked quickly to box them up. "Are you aware of our Friday five for four offer? Five bakes for the price of four, so you could get another of your choice at no extra cost."

"I get them for me and my coworkers, theres four of us so I don't think we can split a fifth four ways without fighting over who gets what."

"I can always bag it separately, so you can slip it in your pocket. They don't have to know a thing about it." Steve offered with a wink.

"You drive a hard bargain, Harrington. I'll take another apple pie cookie."

"I-" Steve looked at the man, confused. Unsure how he knew his name. "Did you go to Hawkins, then? I'm sorry, I don't think I remember you."

"You got a table round here? I could climb up and start talking about jocks and conformity." He looked Steve up and down. "Though, you don't seem to conform to the jock image any more, big boy."

It took another moment, but the name hit Steve as he was bagging the extra cookie. "Munson. Used to buy weed off you."

"I don't know if I should be honored that the king remembers me, or wounded that it took so long."

Steve rolled his eyes at the dramatics, it reminding him even more of high school. "I don't remember most people now, too many concussions."

"Shit. But now you're boss of a bakery. How life changes."

"Yeah. It only took three serious concussions, two major disasters in Hawkins, and one disownment after getting caught behind The Hideout with Matty P. But then I realized that this is what I want to be doing."

"What were you doing behind The Hideout with Matty P? Smoking weed or something? I know you never hid about that."

"We had been smoking, but at that point my mouth was, uh, otherwise occupied." Steve admitted.

"Oh, shit." Eddie choked back a laugh, then looked at his watch. "I'd love to hear more about that, but I've got to get back to work."

Steve quickly wrote his number on the bag with the extra cookie, before handing it over. "Call me sometime, maybe we could spend some time together outside of work."

"You're on, Harrington." Eddie winked at Steve, before leaving the bakery.

im not the happiest with the end of this bc it was rushed after my brain turned to mush from migraines

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cannedpickledpeaches · 2 months

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Insert Your Name (1)

Mafia!Jade Leech x Mafia!Reader

Link to part two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve!

Notes and TW: I wanted to write something that simultaneously includes some fun Jade moments as well as my own thoughts on some tropes. This series will have mentions of blood, violence, crime (kidnapping, attempted assassination, extortion), and harassment, as one might expect from a mafia AU. Please enjoy!

You’ve known the truth for a while—that this world exists inside a story. This is a world that revolves around a nameless, faceless, flawless main character. This entire world around you exists to serve one purpose: to present trials to the main character until she eventually finds a happy ending with her one and only. This world is created for “(Y/N).”

You are Friend A. Friend A is a foolish girl who puts (Y/N) into a dangerous situation, involving her with the mafia. (Y/N) is saved by a tall, dark, and brooding man who turns out to be a mafia boss. They will face dangers in the underworld until all threats are eliminated, and then they will live out the rest of their lives in blissful peace as though they are good people. Friend A is never mentioned again after page two.

You are Friend A. You are aware of that.

So why don’t you break out of your role in this story? Why should you play your part instead of using this knowledge to change the flow of the plot?

Simply because the plot is beneficial to you.

You are Friend A. You are a core member of the Leech Mafia. When (Y/N) enters the mafia, her actions flick the first domino of a long chain of events, eventually leading to the prosperity of the Leech family and expanding their influence. Because no matter what, this story caters to (Y/N)’s livelihood.

And why should you interfere with something that will eventually pay out big for you?

There she is now, coming down the street with a smile. Her indistinct hair is in a messy bun that she always throws together in seconds. Her pants emphasize her incredibly tiny waist, and her eyes sparkle with the light of constellations when she sees you. A light blush dusts her cheeks even though she doesn’t wear makeup, and she passes all the people captivated by her on the sidewalk, oblivious to their stares, because she doesn’t believe in her innate beauty and charisma—the beauty and charisma that the story says she has.

“Oh, there you are!” Her voice, clear and sweet, rings out to you. You wave back, just as you are supposed to. “You said you wanted to get sweets from the bakery that just opened, right? I’m so excited. I love sweets! I saved up some money just for this.”

A dialogue line full of exposition. You nod and lead the way.

“Have you seen their Magicam posts? The cakes are so pretty.”

Her giggles chime like bells. “I think the strawberry one is the cutest!”

Your small talk has little to no substance. It exists only to pass the time. To be honest, you don’t mind. If this were any normal day, you would have enjoyed this. You would have visited that bakery with (Y/N), gone home with a strawberry tart, checked up on the ledgers for the mafia, and slept while fed and content. But today is the inciting incident of the story, and you have your part to play.

A dark alleyway is where these things always take place in stories. Four men smoking and muttering ominously to themselves lean against a brick wall, hidden in shadow. Their eyes follow your every step. You make sure to walk on the outside of the sidewalk so that (Y/N) passes by the alley. As expected, their hands shoot out and grab her arm.

“Hey, you there.” One of the thugs licks his chops. “Got a minute to spare, pretty thing?”

Generic “bad guy” dialogue. Of course, he’s talking to (Y/N). You don’t need to do anything yet except make sure the pieces are in place. A flutter of black fabric in the corner of your vision assures you that the main lead is ready and waiting.

“Get your hands off me!” (Y/N) struggles against his much stronger grip to no avail. The men pull us into the alleyway and corner us against a dumpster. Tasteful.

“Don’t be so harsh.” Another thug whose voice scrapes like glass shards to the ears grabs your shoulder. You don’t shrug him off. Right now, your role is to lay low and let the main character shine. “We just wanna show you a good time.”

“You can fuck right off! And don’t touch my friend.” (Y/N) shows off her generically headstrong personality now. She probably thinks that she should protect you. You are Friend A, without any special characteristics, a piece of cannon fodder that cannot do anything on your own. Even though (Y/N) doesn’t consciously think that way, this is how she perceives the world. She is not wrong for doing so—she’s being sweet, in the way that she is designed to be.

You don’t have anything to do while she shoots off her scathing remarks, so you take your time to observe the thugs. Just as the story you read describes, these men come from an easily identifiable rival mafia. All four have a tattoo of a handsaw on their bodies—the symbol of the Carpenter Mafia, the current major group in the Queendom of Roses. Common soldiers, no doubt. Not anyone of importance . . . yet.

Thug Number One brings your attention back to the conversation by yanking on your hair. It hurts a little. Irritating, but you can bear with it. (Y/N) looks outraged.

“How about this? Since you’re so determined to save your friend, I’ll let her go if you give yourself to us.” He continues with his harassment by grabbing your cheeks with his grimy fingers. You inhale deeply and immediately regret it due to the smell of his breath. Your mind urges you to refrain from giving him a nice fist to the face. Not just from his treatment of you, but also from his gross proposition to (Y/N). Despite your respective roles in this story, she is still your friend. Hearing him throw those slimy words at her leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

(Y/N) puts up a struggle. “I won’t give you anything!”

“Do you think you’re in a position to make demands?”

She hesitates, looking at you with conflicting emotions warring on her features. Takes a deep breath, just as the story says she would. Then, with a wavering voice and a tough façade, she agrees.

You take your cue to run from the alleyway, abandoning her the way Friend A is meant to do. You don’t have to worry. After all, the thugs won’t be able to do anything before the male lead steps in and saves her.

There isn’t much time to waste until you get an update on the story. You hail a taxi to a neighbourhood by the sea. You tip the driver handsomely, bid him a good day, then walk another block before arriving at a mansion. There’s nobody here to greet you except the security guards at the front gates.

You scan the trees. Looks like he’s in a good mood. When he’s upset, he doesn’t usually climb. He hasn’t noticed you yet—his back is turned, his head buried in a particularly thick patch of leaves, and you’re downwind.

“Floyd!”

He turns so suddenly that you’re worried he’ll get whiplash. A grin lights up his face, and without a single reservation, he jumps right off the tree and lands smoothly on your side of the fence surrounding one of the Leeches' many properties. The sun shines across his handsome, sharp features. Of course, the twin brother of the male lead must be gorgeous in accordance with the axioms that govern this world.

“Handfish, how was it? Did Jade meet her?” Even though you are Friend A in this story, to Floyd, you are just his friend. He hasn’t given you a generic nickname like the “minnows” that he calls the family’s soldiers and staff. To him, you are an individual who is interesting enough to grant a personal nickname. Even if that nickname is “Red Handfish.”

“Yeah, he did. I saw his blazer.” You think back to the black fabric you saw before entering the alley. “I bet he’s doing the whole ‘I can’t let you live’ conversation with her.”

In the story, one of the thugs reveals Jade’s identity as a mafia boss in front of (Y/N) before he passes out. How a common foot soldier of the Carpenter mafia can recognize Jade, whose face is kept classified from lower-ranked members of the underworld, is worrying enough to warrant investigation. This could simply be a result of poor writing from the original plot, but you are also an example of the original story’s loose ends. If someone like you, who was meant to disappear after page two, can still have any significance and will instead of vaporizing immediately after you left that alley, then you can’t be too careful.

“Bet he’s being real smooth with it.” Floyd cackles, his raspy laugh reminding you of a chain smoker after five consecutive packs. “She’s gonna fall for it hook, line, and sinker.”

“Of course. We’re talking about Jade.” Even under regular circumstances, he’s charming enough to lure any poor, unsuspecting fool to their demise. “They’re going to come here any minute now. Let’s go inside.”

You pass the security guards and enter the Leech property. A perfectly paved ground with colourful stones and not a weed in sight. A marble fountain surrounded by neat, rectangular hedges. And of course, the enormous white mansion with huge double doors, which in turn have proportionally huge fancy glass windows. For (Y/N) to have a “perfect” ending, the world must allow her to escape her current life of scrimping and saving by marrying her into a wealthy family.

“I wonder what the little minnow looks like.” Floyd hums, sauntering into the living room. “I bet she’d break easily if I squeezed real hard, huh?”

“Don’t do that.” The two of you sit on a velvet couch. Floyd’s long limbs sprawl out and take up the majority of the space. You settle on the far end. “And are you going to keep calling her a minnow?”

“Dunno, haven’t met her yet.”

“She’s very pretty. When you meet her, I’m sure you’ll get the feeling that there’s something special about her.”

The story emphasizes how much Floyd adores (Y/N). She is supposed to become a sort of mood stabilizer for him, keeping him consistently happy in her presence. You wonder if that will actually happen. Floyd can and will throw tantrums around people he holds dear. His mood that flips at the drop of the hat seems difficult to stabilize on just affection alone.

He shrugs non-committedly. Just as you’re about to suggest a nickname he could use, your phone buzzes.

Five minutes away. Jade’s text is short and to the point. You stand and stretch, getting ready to play Peeping Tom.

“Remember, don’t say anything about the original plot, okay?” Floyd’s unpredictable nature worries you. You know that your reminder won’t do much if Floyd decides it would be fun to spill the beans anyway, but you can’t help yourself.

“I know, I know.” He frowns and waves you off. Laughing, you move to the room across the hall. He hates being told what to do, but he’s in a good mood right now. It won’t be a problem.

The front door creaks open. Through a crack in the door, you watch Jade carry (Y/N) in his arms like a princess and set her down on the couch. Smooth, easy, efficient, the way he likes to do everything. Even though you know he is acting, his movements, the soft look in his eyes, are almost believable to you. And you’ve known him for fifteen years. There’s an odd stirring in your chest. Guilt? Envy? You tamp it down.

For a fraction of a second, you swear you make eye contact with him. If he notices you, he doesn’t show it. He seems to redouble his efforts on acting sweet to (Y/N). It might just be your imagination.

Floyd pokes around at the two of them the way he always does when he’s curious about something new. His grating laugh fills the air while Jade bandages a scrape on her knee. Good, the scene is going exactly as described in the story. (Y/N)’s first colourful and memorable experience with her future family. Her new family must be fun, rich, kind to her, and love her unconditionally no matter the circumstances. Her new family has to be better in every way compared to her current one—a mother who passed away at childbirth and a scummy father who neglects her. For an author, these are simply lazy ways to give her a tragic backstory and simultaneously pretend her parents don’t exist for the rest of the story because they don’t add to the romance.

How horrible. How could a late mother and neglectful father not affect a person? How could they simply be written off as another thing the male lead “saves” her from? And for that matter, how can the author casually write in a scene where she is cornered by adult men who are physically far stronger than her, who harass her and make disgusting comments, just so she can meet the male lead? How can they just pretend that won’t lead to any trauma?

You know firsthand how (Y/N) lives her life, because despite the story labeling you as the disposable Friend A, you genuinely have been her friend for the past year. You’ve seen her live on plain rice porridge for days to cut grocery costs. You’ve seen her wear clothes until they are threads because she can’t afford to buy new ones. Oh, but isn’t it wonderful that she’s skinny and looks good in everything?

What a load of bullshit.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month

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Whisked Away 1

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You get a job at a bakery but your new boss only adds to your work

Character: chubby!baker!Thor

Please comment and reblog if it's not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.

The tea shop hasn’t called back. Or the grocery store. Not even the cafe around the corner.

You’re tired. You’ve been sending out resumes for months. Reviewing and editing and sending again. You don’t get it. You have the proper credential and you have a decent amount of experience. It’s just been a while.

You want to assume that people just aren’t hiring but that wouldn’t explain the postings and re-postings. They are still looking but somehow you’re just not good enough on paper. Disappointment knots in your throat as your inbox reveals no new emails. You need something. Even a job at the burger joint will do.

You grab your phone and sigh. You stand and shut the laptop lid as you tuck your cell into your back pocket. You go down the short hall and knock on the bedroom door.

“Delaney? You up?” You call through.

You get a groan in return. Sometimes that’s all you get.

“Alright, I’m gonna open the door,” you warn as you twist the knob slowly.

You push inside and reach to flip on the light switch. Your sister grumbles against and covers her face with her arm. The windows are covered with dark curtains that give a blue hue even when the space is lit. She hids behind her forearm as you near the bottom of her bed.

“Are you hungry?” You ask.

“I’d love some coffee,” the croaks.

“How ya feeling?” You grab her walker and move it parallel with the side of the bed.

“It’s a rough one,” she warns and drags her arm away from her face. “I don’t wanna get up.”

You nod and trail your fingers along the top of the walker, “if you don’t wanna...”

“No, I should,” she insists.

She braces herself visibly, closing her eyes as her cheeks strain and she sits up with a grunt. He arms shake and she kicks the blankets of her legs. Her movement is awkward and stiff. You hate seeing her struggle like this. You know she’s just as unhappy about you seeing it. That’s why she’s so stubborn.

“Should be enough left for another cup but I can make a new pot?” You offer as you hold the walker steady and she grips it, pulling herself to her feet. She hunches slightly and tries to stretch out her legs.

“My feet are numb,” she stomps one foot then the other. “Annoying.” She scowls and shakes her head as you let go of the walker and step back. She turns it sharply and lumbers forward with the aid of the wheels, “I can have the leftovers.”

Patiently, you follow her to the door and into the hall. She wheels her way to the table and angles herself into the chair with her special cushion on it. She’s out of breath.

You go into the kitchen to give her some time to recover. You try your best to give her space, even in the one-bedroom. You sleep on the couch while she gets the bedroom. It makes sense, especially since lately her stipend has been covering most of your expenses.

You fill a mug for her and grab her pill box. You bring both to her and set them on the table. She takes the coffee first and swigs. She sighs as she sets it down heavily then snatches the box. She pops open the lid for that day of the week and scoops out the tablets. She sneers before she gulps them down with another mouthful of coffee.

“So, you were up early?” She prompts.

“You know I’m a morning bird.”

“Eh, yeah, wish I had that problem,” she mutters. Some days, she sleeps more than she’s awake. You tell her it’s part of her diagnosis but she won’t accept that. You can understand that but you know you can’t really understand. You’re not her.

“Yeah, well, the birds wake me up,” you shrug.

A sudden buzzing ripple in your pocket. You pull your phone out of the loose sweatpants and look at the screen. It’s a number you don’t know. You doubt it’s important but you can’t risk missing any calls.

“Gimme a sec,” you hold up a finger and turn away. “Probably the building or something.” You tap the screen and put the phone to your ear, “hello?”

“Hello,” a deep voice rumbles over a calamity of noises, some metallic, others humming, “oh, apologies, give me a moment.” You wait as you hear movement on the other end and the cacophony finally subsides, “ah, much better. Is this...”

You blink and confirm that he has the right number.

“Wonderful, I apologise for the early call but I tend to get started with the sun,” he explains, “anyhow, I was only just reviewing CVs and you are on my list of candidates. When would be a good day for an interview?”

You turn back and glance at Delaney. She sips her coffee as she pulls the laptop close. She opens it and squints at it before she clicks. She scrolls as you watch her.

“Um, well, I could um, any day,” you answer, trying not to seem to desperate.

“Today?” He asks, “it’s a bit ridiculous but I wouldn’t mind getting it over with.”

“S-sure,” you answer, surprised by the suddenness. It's as if the universe had sensed you were about to give up. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I... got your name.”

“Oh, yes, I did dive in head first. Thor Odinson, at Golden Crust bakery. You applied as a decorator?”

“Y-yeah, I remember,” you assure him, “just wanna make sure I get to the right place. Uh, thanks, um, what time should I be there?”

“Is noon doable?” He asks.

“Noon it is,” you say, barely containing your excitement. You try not to let it overflow, you don’t want to get all worked up for another rejection.

“Excellent, I will see you then,” he confirms, “now, excuse me, I think my sourdough has burnt.”

The line clicks and you lower the phone, staring at it. The tapping of Delaney’s fingers on the keyboard are the only noise amidst the the stunned silence. It’s great you got an interview but what do you wear?

“Hm, job hunt not going so well?” Delaney suggests as she leans into the screen.

“Actually, just got a call for one,” you go to the table and put your phone down. “I have an interview.”

“You do?” Her eyes flash as she looks up, a rare glimmer of happiness. “That’s awesome!”

“Uh, yeah, but it’s at noon so... I’ll have to leave for a bit.”

“Sounds good to me,” she scoffs, “perfect time to party.”

You roll your eyes, “you’re silly.”

“Well, you know, if you get the job, I’ll have to figure out how to entertain myself,” she says, “and I’ll get to binge all the TV shows you hate.”

“You’re such an optimist,” you chide playfully.

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #drabble #series #au #whisked away #sweet and spicy #mcu #marvel #avengers

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DEANCAS AU FIC REC MASTERPOST

Although I loved all of these fics, the ones with stars next to them are my absolute favourites! Happy reading! ♡

One million fires burning ☆

Dean Winchester teaches three classes a day, tutors after school, and chairs the English Department for Lawrence High School. He does enough.

Unfortunately, his boss doesn't feel the same and informs him that he has a new job: co-coaching the school's trivia team. His co-coach? None other than the school's golden boy, Castiel Milton. Who Dean can't stand, for various reasons, all of which are valid, thank you very much. And the fact that Dean can't stop talking about the stick up Cas's, sorry, Milton's ass?

Completely irrelevant.

Should have just asked ☆

Despite their age gap and differing social circles, Castiel has struck up a warm friendship with Mary Winchester, a wealthy widowed socialite. When Castiel needs a place to stay, Mary invites him into her house, where there’s loads of spare room. Castiel’s aware that they make an odd pair, but he doesn’t fully realize how things look to outsiders, especially to Mary’s eldest son. All Dean Winchester sees is that his mom has apparently hooked up with a hot young guy (who is totally Dean’s type) and that makes things… weird.

Living in agony ☆

Dean Winchester's life is... well, it's not great. He's a gym teacher, he's in his thirties, and he can't seem to keep any part of his life straight. When the aftermath of a one-night stand goes awry, Dean is dragged kicking and screaming out of his cozy little closet and into the harsh light of reality.

Enter: Castiel Novak, the new history teacher, who knows full well that life gets crappy when you don't allow yourself to live it in the way it needs to be lived.

The last great race

There is a race that takes place every year in Alaska called the Iditarod, a thousand mile journey across the Alaskan wilderness by dog sled team that has come to be known as "The Last Great Race on Earth”. It is a test of endurance, of the relationship between dogs and their people, traversing mountain ranges, frozen rivers, forest and tundra.

When writer Castiel Milton is forced to spend two and a half months in Alaska at Winchester Kennels to cover the race preparations and the Iditarod itself, the only person more dismayed than he is Dean Winchester, one of his hosts. Castiel views his assignment as a punishment and is less than impressed by his surly host, and Dean distrusts the sheltered city-born writer who has invaded their home and their lives. But soon, as the Winchesters prepare for their race and Castiel learns about sled dogs and what a musher’s lifestyle is all about, they forget to hate each other and their relationship evolves into something neither of them expected.

Starstruck ☆

From the outside Castiel Novak looks like a regular guy: a good job, two teenage kids, a nice house and a crappy car he’s way too attached to.

But there’s one thing no one knows about him: that, over twenty years ago, he used to live next to none other than Dean Winchester – back then a brash and loud-mouthed boy and nowadays a huge movie star and Hollywood’s sweetheart.

Castiel never bothered to tell anyone about his childhood friend because frankly, who would believe him? Probably even Dean himself already forgot about his former awkward and weird neighbor, so Castiel seriously doesn’t see any point in mentioning the whole thing ever.

But then an interview on national TV happens where Dean reveals way more about his past than ever before … and Castiel - as well as the rest of the world - suddenly realizes that he left a much bigger impact on Dean’s life than he originally thought.

Russian to the altar ☆

“I need you to marry Castiel.”

They weren’t the words Dean expected to hear from his business partner’s mouth before their bakery-slash-chocolate shop opened for the day. He’d been quite happy being single—and who the fuck was Castiel, anyway?

It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.

I wanna get outside (of me) ☆

Dean is a novice in the dom/sub world asked by his employer as a desperate last resort to be a sub for his recluse of a brother, Castiel. Castiel is a diagnosed OCD suffering from PTSD and agoraphobia, mysophobia, and dystychiphobia. Needless to say—he’s a mess who hasn’t stepped out of his home in literally seven years. The only times Gabriel can see traces of the way his brother used to be is when he feels in control—specifically when he has control over a sub. However, due to his idiosyncrasies and paranoia, keeping a sub around has been impossible. Enter Dean, who’s not a very traditional submissive, to try his hand at subbing for the hermit.

Painted angels ☆

Author Castiel Novak has finally hit the big time, with a book based on his failed college relationship with a brilliant painter. He's put all his pain behind him, but at a book signing, he comes face to face with Dean Winchester for the first time in twelve years, and the reunion doesn't go like Cas hoped. Dean's a broken man, with a lot of scars and secrets, shoulders weighed down by his demons and self loathing.

Cas sees a second chance with the man he's never stopped loving, but Dean's moved on, and is about to get married. Sam launches a "brilliant" plan to reunite his brother and his best friend, but Cas is worried it will all blow up in their faces, and he'll go through the agony of losing Dean a second time.

Texas state of mind

Dean Winchester was once an award winning country music star, but fame came too early. Now, he’s fifteen years sober and owns a ranch in western Texas. He’s happy with his life. He has horses, a nice herd of cattle and so what, if he’s alone. He tells his friends that he’s happily single. Back when he was touring, men and women threw themselves at him – but he knew they only wanted him for his fame.

Cas Novak just won his fifth CMA award. He loves singing, but the touring was getting old. Living in a bus nine months out of the year was slowly destroying his creativity. He hasn’t written anything new in over a year. Then he hears an old song on the radio. He vaguely remembers the handsome singer and wondered whatever happened to him. Before he knew it, he'd written a new song. The only problem was…it was a duet. A duet that could only be sung with a voice like Winchester’s.

After locating the man’s ranch, Cas makes a surprise visit. Will he be able to talk Dean into joining him on stage after all these years? Will the two men find what they’ve been looking for all their lives – someone to share a future with?

If angels were men

Castiel Novak was raised by a hunting father, but he left that life behind for college and a flower shop. When his father is killed by a demon, Cas jumps back in the game and finds himself constantly running in the presence of the Winchester brothers, who are searching for their own father. They seem to be everywhere he turns, and at some point they become friends, then a team, then, maybe, in the case of Dean Winchester, something more.

Vagabonds ☆

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy.

But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

Four letter word for intercourse ☆

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

(It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

Any little heartbreak ☆

Dean Winchester knows everything there is to know about the human heart.

Well.

Anatomically speaking.

Get some

Very slowly, Dean turns. 'How'd you know I was here about a room?'

'Power of deduction,' says Castiel, leaning against the doorway. 'I mean, you're not after pot, and I'm pretty sure we haven't slept together.' He grins wolfishly, gaze sliding over Dean's body. 'You, I'd remember.'

Dean's been hit on by guys before, but never so blatantly, let alone by a semi-naked dude in a kimono. A hot blush warms his cheeks, and he covers his shock with cockiness, tilting his head and grinning. 'Sorry to disappoint you, Cas, but I don't swing that way.'

Castiel throws back his head and laughs. 'And you want to live here? What, did your friends put you up to this?'

'Actually, yeah.' Dean raises an eyebrow. 'Is that a problem for you?'

What i need

A joking phrase commonly heard between a surgeon and his tech is "Give me what I need, not what I ask for." Dr. Novak and his tech Dean will soon learn the impact this phrase has on life outside the operating room.

Mad at your dad? ☆

Dean wasn’t sure why he was even scrolling through Craigslist. Especially not the casual encounters section. It was four days before Thanksgiving. Not like he was gonna try and hook up with someone before that shitstorm. After, sure, but not before.

He kept scrolling, though, not clicking anything until a title caught his eye.

Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? I am a 28 year old male felon who has no degree, but has studied enough theologies of the world, behavioral psychology, and philosophy to set your whole family’s teeth on edge—no matter which way they lean, politically, religiously or in terms of neuroses. I drive a van the same age as me that’s got a mural on the side of an angel holding an orgy. I can play between the ages of 20-30 depending on whether I shave. I live off an inheritance, and sell weed on the side. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship (monogamous or polyamorous, whichever sounds most like it would freak out su familia) with you (and/or others), to torment your family, I’m game...

(dis)affection ☆

When Dean and Castiel are tricked to go on a date, neither is happy about this. To get back at their deceitful friends, they hatch the perfect plan: pretend to be dating, and gross out their friends with their over-the-top, disgustingly cute romantic relationship – and then break up in the most despicable manner imaginable. As it turns out, you can learn a lot from someone just by pretending affection.

Ninety one whiskey ☆

In the spring of 1944, the 104th Medical Battalion of the United States Army is disbanded, and its men reassigned to various infantry companies in preparation for their invasion of occupied France. For First Lieutenant Novak, this is less than helpful, as he has so far met his platoon’s designated medic a grand total of twice, and has both times found Sergeant Winchester to be the optimum combination of reckless, arrogant, and downright insufferable so as to make cohesive platoon function near impossible. When the time comes to move out, however, Castiel has to reconcile himself to the fact that men are going to go down and trust that Dean Winchester may well be the only person who can put them back together again. WW2 ETO infantry AU.

The breath of all things

Dean Winchester was twenty-six years old when a car accident killed his father and left him paralysed from the waist down. A year and a half later, Dean is in a wheelchair and lives in a care home in Kansas, where he spends his days waiting to die. It's only when Castiel Novak starts volunteering at the care home that Dean starts to wonder if a changed life always equals a ruined one.

If you'd have been the one

A boy sits on the front steps, his dark hair a wild mess. A gingerbread boy, Dean thinks. Dressed in pressed slacks and a sweater-vest to match his father’s. He looks about Dean’s age; maybe they’ll be in the same class. That wouldn’t be too bad, unless he’s mean. He could be mean; a lot of kids are mean to him, so he has to be mean back.

He hopes this one is nice.

...

In the year 1986, at seven years old, Dean Winchester meets Castiel Novak.

Eleven years go by, then eight, then three.

Somewhere along the way, things start to change.

Spirit of the west ☆

Dean grew up on a horse farm and can't imagine any other life. There are drawbacks to working for his father, but they're worth it if it means remaining with his beloved horses. Besides, between his broken arm and his lack of prospects, he hasn't got much else.

Something of an outsider, Dean always feels like there's something he's missing. But this tense summer brings back a figure from his past: years ago, a teenaged Cas worked for a season at the Winchester ranch. His return could change everything.

If you ever wanted a 90s horse girl book, but starring a young Dean Winchester, this is your fic.

Guns and wings

Dean Winchester is the sheriff in the small town of Sioux Falls, along with his deputy (and brother) Sam. Life there is calm and normal, easy to manage with the occasional problems. That is until the Garrison gang sends an assassin to kill one of their beloved citizens. Dean is ready to hang the man for his crimes, when the outlaw gives him a deal he can't pass up. The whole Garrison gang. Dean and the criminal, Castiel, set off to find the gang; enemies working towards a common goal. Dean is determined to hate Castiel, but the longer they journey together and the more he finds out about the outlaw the harder it becomes to deny the feelings he begins to have for the man. But he's the sheriff and he has a job to do, he can't fall in love with a criminal... Right?

Life was a willow

When Dean’s favorite author becomes a regular at his bar, Dean knows he’s done for. He never could have anticipated the intense feelings that blossomed for the talented Castiel. There’s just one thing standing in his way of being with Castiel the way he truly wants: Castiel is waiting for his soulmate.

Dean has spent his entire life hating the concept of soulmates. He just wants to live his life without the universe intervening. If the only way he can keep Castiel in his life is by swallowing his feelings, then that’s what he’ll do.

300cc ☆

300 Complementary Characters: a forum on Kansas City University’s student website. You can write whatever you want, but it has to be 300 characters or less.

Dean is crushing hard on Sam’s TA, but it feels different than it has before; it feels like he needs to do it properly, to have a grand declaration and to prove that romance isn’t dead. What better way to profess his feelings than posting a poem on 300cc?

Castiel is torn. There’s no mistaking the poem is for him, but who could be posting them? Despite being very tempted by the very attractive new light and sound engineer that will be working on the play he has written, Castiel can’t ignore the feeling that he and the anonymous Poet are meant to be together.

A comedy of errors, mutual pining, and erotic poetry.

Satin and sawdust ☆

When Castiel moves out of Jimmy's house and into his own place for the first time, he saves money on buying a home by investing in a Fixer-Upper. He knows nothing about how to fix the many problems the house has, but he figures he's smart enough to figure it out. Unfortunately it's not too long before he learns that he's way in over his head.

Thankfully his new neighbor Dean is a handyman, and agrees to help him out. He knows Dean has a bit of a crush on him, but he's not taking advantage of it, really. Dean's a great guy, and quickly becomes a good friend.

But a flash of satin under Dean's toolbelt changes everything.

Stay with me, sweetheart ☆

“Alright Cas, here comes the hard part. We’re gonna get you out of here, but we’ve gotta take the roof off and while we do that, we’re gonna have to cover you with a sheet to protect you from the glass. I’ll be right here though. I’m not going anywhere.”

As he starts to drift away, he suddenly feels the press of Dean’s forehead against his own through the rough fabric and hears that warm, sunlit voice murmer quietly in his ear, too low to be overheard by the firefighters currently working to remove the SUV’s roof, “Stay with me, Sweetheart.”

A single moment's distraction ends with a serious car accident that leaves Castiel trapped in his vehicle. Fortunately for him, fire fighter Dean Winchester is there, never leaving Castiel's side as the rest of his company work to free him from the mangled remains of his SUV.

When the two meet again in the ICU, Castiel finds himself just as drawn to and comforted by the handsome fireman as he was during his accident. Dean is certainly attractive, but single father Castiel doesn't have time or space in his life for a romantic relationship.

Then again, there's no harm in making a new friend, is there?

And this, your living kiss

Only a very few people in the world know that the celebrated and reclusive poet Jack Allen is just Kansas mechanic Dean Winchester, a high school dropout with a few bucks to his name. Not that it matters anymore; life has left him so wrung out he never wants to pick up another pen.

Until, that is, a string of coincidences leads Dean to auditing a poetry course with one Dr. Castiel Novak. The professor is wildly intelligent, devastatingly handsome...and just so happens to be academia's foremost expert on the poetry of Jack Allen.

Sometimes you'll find that i'm out of my mind ☆

Castiel returns from the Empty, and Dean worries obsessively. Dean also sleeps on the floor in Cas' room, which he admits is weird, but at least he's sleeping.

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𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇: spencer reid x bimbo!blk! femreader

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: once a month, spencer goes down to this bakery to get his normal coffee and a small donut but he unknowingly sees his future coworker stuffing her face with sweets from the bakery.

warnings: food mentioned, reader is based on elle woods sorta, the fic is in 3rd person , and i can’t think of anything else

(first time doing this so enjoy!!)

Spencer goes to this bakery called maples bakery once a month when he wants to spoil himself. But the bakery is far away the bau, so he wakes up early once a month just to get his simple order.

Spencer opens his car door as he gets out of it and brushes his clothes off just to make sure he looks presentable. after that, he walks to the bakery and looks up and sees the sign “Maple’s bakery” that’s run by a sweet old lady.

Spencer opens the door and the smell of coffee and sweet treats hit his nose. he makes his way to the front as then he looks up at the menu wondering if he’s going get something new.. but he just chooses what he always gets.

“Can i get a small coffee with 3 sugar packs on the side and a apple fritter, please and thank you.” Spencer says as he gives the cashier a small smile as he then pays the amount needed. He then sits down on a bench and opens a book he’s been reading.

Spencer sat there reading until he hears heels clack around the tile floor’s as she walks with some type of excitement. As she walks past him he gets a whiff of her sugary perfume that causes him to look up for a moment. He sees her wearing pink high heels with a pink pencil skirt and a matching blazer with her kinky curls down with a small bow clip in it.

“Hii!! can i get like a espresso and 3 pack of the donuts, thank youu loveee!!” She says bubbly as she looks at the cashier as she gives the cashier a smile with her pearly whites.

She catches him looking at her as she the waves happily at him with a big cheesy grin on her face.

Spencer awkwardly chuckles a bit and gives her a small wave before going back to his book.

She goes to sit down at a table as she then opens her compact mirror and fixes her lip combo while waiting. afterwards she brushes her skirt down as she waits patiently.

Spencer’s order gets called as he puts his book back into his bag and gets his order and sits down at a table across from hers. he begans to fix his coffee to his liking.

Her order gets called as she quickly gets up and walks to the front grabbing her stuff and sitting back down not even waiting for a second to dig in. She begins to drink her expressso even though it’s hot causing her to gasp softly and say

“Ah! it burned me.” but she still drinks it happily she dips her donut in the coffee and begins to eat them.

Spencer looked up from the book he was reading from her gasp as his eyebrow raised softly as he sees her stuffing her face.

“You’Know you can get a sugar rush?” Spencer asks to her as he looks at her with small smile.

“Oh..I haven’t actually thought of that..but i need the energy it’s my first day at this new job.” She says with a slight frown as she looks at him.

“Oh? a new job well i don’t think your boss would like you to be all jittery on the first day, would they?” Spencer asks her as he chuckles a bit

“Yeah..you might be right..” She says as she then gets up and sits at the chair next to him at his table. “I’m Y/n! how about you mr.know it all” She says with a big smile on her face as she gives him his hand to shake.

“Im Spencer..that’s a new name for sure.” He says laughs as he shakes her hands as her hands are so soft like if he touched a pillow.

“Nice to meet you Spencer! you know we should hang out more.. you seem like a good influence.” She says as she has her face in her palms as she looks up at him with admiration.

“Hang out more? yeah that’ll be nice, i’ll have to find some time with my job and all.” Spencer says as he has a rosy tint on his cheeks as he smiles.

“What’s your job?” She asks as he then says “I’m with the fbi more correctly the bau unit.”

“The bau??!!! i just got hired there!! omg! omg! omg!” she says as she stands up quickly and grabs his hands which puts him shock for a bit before just letting her do whatever.

“We are going to be best agents out there!” She says with excitement in her voice.

#spencer reid #black reader #bimbo reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x blkfemreader #fluff

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Chapter Five -No witnesses

Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

18+ - see Masterlist for full list of warnings

Chapter 6

Series Masterlist

You were having trouble sleeping that night. No particular reason, you weren't worrying about anything as far as you knew. Well, apart from potentially being stalked of course. You had laid in bed for hours tossing and turning, occasionally dropping off for a few minutes before your eyes creaked open again.

After a sigh of frustration you got up and poured yourself a drink from your kitchen before padding back to your bedroom. Your apartment was your fortress. Cosy, comforting. It was small, and the landlord hadn't fixed the draught so it was often freezing – but it was yours. Here and the bakery were the two places in the world you felt the safest.

It was nearly 3am. You groaned heavily, already knowing tomorrow you'd be dead on your feet. You wondered if you should just stay awake now and cut your losses, maybe bake something to keep your mind occupied.

You decided to wander to your bedroom window for a distraction. You had a good view of the street from there, and sometimes you'd look out and watch partygoers stumble home from bars in the early hours, giggling and dancing and having the time of their lives as the night faded into morning. You liked watching the world move around you, occasionally fantasising about what your life might look like if you were one of the people you saw.

Sometimes if you looked up you could see the stars, but it could be tricky with all the city's light pollution, so you always had better luck when your lamp was off. You flicked the switch and plunged yourself into darkness as you made your way to the window. The stars always made you feel calmer.

As you glanced out tonight, your mission to see soothing stars was instantly forgotten when your eyes spotted a familiar car across the street from your building.

The SUV.

It was parked up directly opposite your apartment, no other cars around. You felt that same pang of dread again as you reached for your phone and checked the note you'd made on the last three license plate numbers.

It was a match.

It was the same car.

Maybe it was just a coincidence. You had already assumed the owner worked locally...maybe they lived nearby too. Maybe that's where they always parked for the night and you just never noticed because you were always asleep at that time. Maybe it was a frequency illusion where you hear about something for the first time and suddenly see it everywhere – like learning a new word.

Besides, what was the other explanation? That it was following you?

At 3am?

And why would it be? You didn't have any enemies. Your exes were mostly assholes, but not creepy stalker assholes – and none of them had the attention span for stalking. You didn't owe anyone money or anything like that. You weren't in possession of any government secrets as far as you knew.

You moved in the dark and slipped on some shoes and a sweater over your pyjamas. You decided to leave your lamp off just in case it drew attention to your movements. You scoffed out loud at your paranoia. How ridiculous! Nobody was looking into your apartment. Get it together.

But it was hard to ignore you gut.

You decided you'd just go down and have a quick look. If it was empty - you'd go back to sleep. Then you'd know you were right, that it belonged to someone who lived nearby who must drive into work every day.

But if it had a person or people in it?

Well, at least you'd find out who they were.

You grabbed your keys and locked your door before dragging yourself down the building's stairs. You felt queasy. Scared. But you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep until you'd done this.

You decided to sneak out through the back exit of the building. If anyone was watching then they'd easily spot you if you came out via the front door. You went out of the back, finally reaching the quiet street after you curled the long way around your apartment block.

If there was someone in there you weren't sure if you could get to the car before they spotted you, and spotting you would mean they most likely drove away. As much as you wanted the car to go and leave you be, you were now desperate to understand the truth.

You crept closer to the car. So far so good. No movement. No lights on. No engine on. All this pointed to the conclusion that you were hoping for - just an empty car parked up for the night. The street was eerily quiet for Brooklyn with no other cars around. You had no audience.

No witnesses.

As you edged closer you felt the nausea swell within you, vibrating with anxiety. Finally you got to the driver's door.

Nothing.

The windows were tinted and despite your squinting you couldn't see anything. No movement. No shadowy figures. Nothing. This was good, right?

One final test. You reached for the door handle, your hand pressing underneath the mechanism as your body tightened. You reassured yourself that it wasn't going to open because it was just an empty car. It was probably locked. And even if it wasn't, you'd open it to find nothing but empty seats and you'd just look like you were breaking in. You didn't need to do any of this at all, really.

But maybe just to be sure...

Before you could talk yourself out of it your hand squeezed the handle and flung the door open. Your eyes widened with horror to find two men slumped in the front seats...sleeping.

And sitting in the passenger seat was Sam.

Sam.

Both men awoke at the sound of the door opening and began to scream when they saw you. You screamed too. If it wasn't so horrifying it would've been funny.

"Sam, what the-"

And then it hit you. Everything hit you.

Bucky.

Bucky sent them.

Bucky was watching you. Of course he was. He was a mob boss. This is what he does. That's how he always knows your shifts. That's how he always seems to come in when there are no other customers around or Wanda is out.

This realisation hit you in a matter of seconds and before you could react fully Sam slammed the door closed. His colleague smashed the gas pedal and the car peeled out into the night, wheels screeching on the asphalt as they went.

You were left bewildered in the middle of the street standing where the car once was, mouth wide open in shock as you tried to take it all in.

Bucky was seething at Sam's incompetence. Falling asleep on the job was one thing, but getting caught? That was quite another.

Sam had sheepishly called him the moment they'd left you. He'd panicked when he saw you standing by the car and they'd fled instinctively. He knows he should've tried to talk to you, to reassure you, but really – what could he possibly have said? And he didn't want anyone else to witness the scene and call the cops.

He didn't particularly want to incite Bucky's wrath by waking him at this hour, especially with what he had to tell him. But he weighed it up and decided it was the lesser of two evils, better get the jump on it rather than have him hear it from you.

Sam had been apologetic. They'd been putting in extra hours trying to track down HYDRA, Bucky's former employer and permanent thorn in his side, and the men were run ragged. Now they were also surveilling his sort-of-but-not-really girlfriend and it was too much. Sam admitted he had let his guard down and dropped off, it was the middle of the night – you were asleep (or so they thought).

Bucky could see their viewpoint in spite of his anger. He wasn't even sure why he still had them following you. He knew your shift pattern now, had a good sense of your routine, knew you weren't currently dating anyone. He just felt better knowing you were okay, that someone was keeping an eye on you. He knew it was ridiculous, you hadn't even slept together. Hadn't even kissed! But he still felt drawn to you. Being with you in the bakery had become one of the highlights of his week. He liked that you challenged him and gave him a hard time, feeling himself softening in your presence. And he'd be lying if he said he hadn't thought about what you'd be like in the bedroom...

He just liked knowing where you were. That you were safe.

That he was the only man in your life.

He had given Sam a thorough ear lashing over the phone, but went easier on him than he would the others due to his standing in the organisation. Still, he couldn't let him off the hook completely and appear soft. He took Sam off a couple of lucrative 'projects' for the next few weeks and hit him where his wallet was, making it clear to the men that incompetence will impact your payday – no matter who you are. He also allowed Sam to decide what to do with Banner, his teammate on the stakeout who also let himself fall asleep. Banner was under Sam's command at that time, so Sam could dish out the punishment he thought was best.

He decided to end the surveillance – the men should be concentrating on their day jobs, not distracted by his relationship with you (whatever that might be). He also needed to focus on the Stark deal. And HYDRA's absence unsettled him. He didn't like not knowing where they were or what they were up to. It was a matter of urgency that they were found soon.

It's just a shame you found out before he could call it off.

You were the only loose end to tie up. He sighed, getting back into bed and bracing himself for tomorrow.

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tonyboneysblog · 1 month

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Do you really? part one

paring: you x hawks

word count: 2.2k

warnings: drugs mentioned , slight language, violence

notes: hawks x crazy mafia drug selling y/n anyone?? (Thank you Ricky Montgomery for getting me through this…)

summary: hawks gets a tip about you, a villain who is putting the popularity of the league at risk, from Dabi. hawks investigates, loves ensues (cause your so cute)

“so…what was the point of dragging me all the way out here again?” Hawks asks with annoyance.

“listen, you wanna be trusted by the league right? then stop them.” Dabi proceeds to throw a Polaroid towards hawks.

Hawks catches it, looks it over, the quality isn’t terrible…maybe a tad bit blurry but it’s not horrendous. Looks like it’s woman around her early 20’s.

“what they do? I mean why do you want them gone..” hawks interrogates.

“Shigaraki doesn’t want them around, getting more popular than the league in his opinion due to all their drug sales…you wanna be a hero? Kill them and you’ll help us and the ‘public’s view’ of you too.” Dabi says with some type of annoyance.

Hawks crosses his arms with a slight sigh.

“where am I even supposed to find them?”

“usually at the bakery down the road from here, they do most of their dealings there.”

location and a face, that’s all hawks needed to find you.

Contrary to what hawks thought, it was actually harder to find you then he originally thought.

he’s walked into this bakery multiple times and hasn’t seen you not even once, aside from the pictures on the wall.

not even his feathers can pick you up but…it’s not like he knows what your voice sounds like but no one has even mentioned you??

he can’t even pick up the secret code where you get hardcore drugs instead of a nice croissant, these people who come in don’t even look like they’ve been on anything.

until a worker comes up to him…a pretty one at that.

“Evening! I’ll be your waiter for today, could I get your order sir?” Says a nice blonde girl.

it’s not you but maybe he could make her talk.

“yknow what I’d love? a croissant.”

“we can get that for you sir! is that all?”

“actually…” he grabs he hand softly “could you help me with finding out who this is? Heard from a little birdie that they worked here.”

The worker flushes “o-of course sir..do you h-have a picture?”

light work no reaction.

Hawks hands her the Polaroid.

She looks over it carefully…”this…this is my boss, she only works on Sundays!”

“Ah, thank you so much…see she’s friends with a cousin of mine who recently got a terrible surgery! Have to update…” hawks stops, he doesn’t even know your name.

“update…? update y/n?”

light work, slight reaction.

y/n…fits your face atleast. I mean you don’t look like a hardcore drug dealer, you look like a nice girl so…

“That’s right! Her name slipped my mind only for a moment.”

“I’ll be right back with that croissant sir!” the waiter walks away.

well at least he knows when you work and your name…now he just needs that code, you must be smart…I mean you look like a smart girl- no don’t say that about a drug dealer hawks…

he has your face, location, your works days, and your name. Rest should be as easy a cake.

It was in fact not easy as cake. Did you even work Sundays?? you weren’t even around at the moment, hawks was getting sick of smelling baked goods all the time.

people were staring at him, obviously because he’s hawks but the workers stared at him with worry…mostly because he’s been in the store for 5 hours.

He wasnt too focused on that anyways, to much attention going towards the feathers in the store, still trying to find the code for the drugs he’s looking so hard for.

it must be something simple…something in plain sight, but there’s not even a pattern.

“excuse me could I get the wedding cake 86?”

today in the bakery was packed…too many voices, hawks could barely pick them out.

There were at least two registers open, I suppose it would help with the crowd and-

pain shot through hawks wings

“s-shit!” He exclaimed loudly

of course, the customers who were sitting looked at him like he was crazy but…

someone destroyed his feather.

one specifically near the back of the store, nowhere he could see with his own eyes.

what destroyed it? Was it fire..? or maybe something el-

there it was again. Another feather destroyed

blood. Was that it? a blood manipulation quirk…that heated itself up to boil his feather? who even wastes the time…

*ding!*

another customer..not suspicious but something’s off.

“Could I get a…Creme puff 86?”

another 86..?

“of course that will be 120…”

a little expensive for a Creme puff…

not expensive for drugs though….

…

well that was easy. Hawks found out the code because someone wasn’t asking for some extravagant cake.

hawks looks towards the person ordering…yep their definitely on something, only took one person to mess up the whole operation…

hawks rises from his seat, preparing to follow the culprit but then-

he’s forced down to his seat?

“What the-?!”

“are you alright sir?”

asks a woman with her hand slightly pointed towards hawks.

“customers complained that a little birdie was in pain? now I’d like my customers to be happy and content-“

Hawks was barely even listening to what you were saying.

your location, your face, your work times, your name, and now your voice…

“would you like to come to the back?”

hawks tried to move his head no but…something was compelling him not to, instead it was nodding?!

“come now then…”

Hawks suddenly stood up, following you to the back room. What were you doing to him?

you open a door to what looks like your office, it’s quiet nice actually.

“Now sit.”

Hawks sits immediately, not by his own accord.

“W-what’re you doing t-to me”

He could barely even move his own jaw.

“how about you explain why a pros feathers are all over my place of work?”

blood control, kinky but mildly discomforting…

“M-maybe I was interested in the big boss?”

“mhm…sure.”

“all i speak is truth.”

“Well you’re a hero, so I have no reason to believe what you say.”

wow really showing you hatred for hero’s immediately?

“w-well trust me, will ya?”

you look at him, weighing your options.

“if you run, I’ll break your legs.”

the control on hawks body was suddenly released, feeling the blood pour back into its rightful spots.

“blood control right? pretty icky”

“don’t insult my quirk.”

“yes ma’am.”

“who sent you? Some other evil bakery?”

“Told you I was just interested in the owner?”

“Clearly I don’t be believe that.”

clearly you do not, hawks mission was just to kill you..maybe he should just do it now- no your too on edge…you’d take control of his body almost immediately if you even feel threatened.

“I heard about this bakery’s pretty little owner..but your not little”

“are you calling me fat?”

“W-what? N-no I meant it as a compliment!”

you giggle slightly, it’s nice.

“sure it was.”

“I swear it on my honor as pro hero number 2!”

“not a lot of honor being in that position.”

what was that supposed to mean…

“one date is all i want?”

“…”

maybe a date could do some good, find out more about the drug operation..and you.

“please?”

“beg a little harder and then maybe I’ll think a about it.”

oh wow.

“I-i uhm…will you please, the prettiest lady in the whole universe, go on a date with me?”

“In the whole universe?”

“mhm, means your prettier than space and then plants, dove.”

you falter slightly, but recover quickly.

“I don’t like dove, reminds me of the soap bar.”

“sweet cheeks”

“My cheeks aren’t sweet.”

“Honey…?”

“no.”

“My princess?”

“mph..“

“you like, princesss?”

you look away.

“just one date?”

“just one, princess”

“…fine.”

winner. winner. chicken dinner

It was Friday, the agreed day for your date, hawks didn’t really understand why he was so nervous…it was just another mission, just another…villain.

you both agreed to met at some nice restaurant, hawks is paying of course-said it was the gentleman way.

You walk into the restaurant, asking for your table and there he was. Now you don’t really understand why he put feathers all over your restaurant just to go on a date with you but he’s hot so he gets a pass.

there he his, he stands and pulls out your chair, bowing slightly.

“Madam~”

you sit down, nodding your head as a response as he walks and sits back to his own seat.

awkward. That’s the only way you could describe it, you both aren’t even looking at eachother. Small talk isn’t exactly your strong suit.

“so…”

“…so”

“how was your day?”

“Just fine…”

this is making your blood burn with embarrassment.

“what happened during it?”

“nothing really.”

“very interesting…”

“…”

Actually a lot happened in your day, it was supposed to be one simple dealing but no, the building exploded. what a pain in your ass…

“how was…how was yours?”

hawks perks up.

“terrible!”

“tell me about it.”

he starts explaining his whole day, some villain throwing him into a building, making his back ache all day, then a building exploded (it was yours) then he got yelled at by his supervisors.

“sounds terrible”

“How do you handle Bads day like that?”

“I run a nice hot bath and listen to music…”

“Without me?”

ick…super senior core…

hawks bursts into laughter at your face of cringe.

“I was just joshing~!” He giggles out.

you smile slightly, “very funny, hero”

“I can be even funnier if you just give me the chance princess.”

“real funny, hawks”

“I’m serious.”

he was in fact not serious, he didn’t care too much about you…going on a date would only get you closer to being sent to jail and his trust towards the league to increase.

it’s quiet..like your surprised he’d say such a thing..you cut that short though.

“I like your beauty marks..the ones near your eyes.”

“These old things?…well thank you, I like your scar..the one on your palm?”

you scratch at it slightly, and old wound on your palm, it was formed so long ago…you barely remember why it’s there.

“I used to cover it up with gloves…”

“shouldn’t do such a thing.”

He suddenly but softly touch’s your palm near the scar.

“it’s apart of you, y’know.”

You don’t speak, you look hurt but maybe you feel complete with that statement, no one’s ever said such a thing to you about it.

“hm…”

“hmmm?”

“nothing just thinking…”

“I’ll lend you my ear, birdie.”

“Why call me birdie…? your the bird.”

hawks stops, your correct.

“correct..but…”

“I like princess better…”

hawks lights up.

“I knew it!”

The waiter comes, takes your order, and then comes back. The two of your continue your conversations late into the night.

“yknow I’ve had fun but it’s my time time leave-“

“Let me fly you home.”

“It’s fine, really-“

“I’m faster than any taxi, princess.”

and probably cheaper too…I mean your pretty amazing on cash, drug money does wonders to your bank account…but flying would be so much cooler?

“don’t want you stalking me, birdie”

“everyone wants a cute stalker.”

“…”

“I won’t stalk you…”

you stand up from your chair, “let’s go then.”

Hawks flaps his wings excitedly, walking outside the restaurant with you.

“Now you need to hold on tight, princess.”

You wrap your arms around him snuggly.

“jump.”

you jump into his arms, quite a comfy spot.

“Comfy?”

“mhm”

hawks bends his knees slightly and flies into the air, you squeeze tighter.

“don’t be scared.”

“n-not scared..”

he laughs loudly, “whatever you say, princess.”

The rest of the flight was quiet, a nice view- not of hawks, just the city.

“Here we are.” He lands on your balcony, decorated with far too many dead plants.

“Thank you..”

“No need to thank me, just wanted you to get home safe.”

it’s quiet again. You pick a your skin nervously.

“why are you interested in me?”

“because I like you?”

“do you really?”

quiet again, you can’t stand the silence.

he doesn’t stay anything, just grabs your hand and traces your scar…maybe that’s his answer.

it’s quiet.

“Next Friday?”

You nod. he leaves, did that even answer your question?

it’s so quiet.

he was so loud.

it’s lonely in your house.

quiet.

why didn’t he answer you?

will he even answer it if you ask him again?

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daaydreamy · 1 year

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made with love

summary: harry’s just a baker at “made with love” and y/n’s late for work when she stumbles into the shop.

warnings: coarse language

pairing: harry styles x fem!reader

•••

“God, fuck.”

Y/N glanced at the watch on her wrist, groaning softly because she had woken up late, having forgotten to set her alarm the night before. The way she had woken up was from the feeling of her cat’s rough tongue rubbing against her cheek over and over. She hadn’t been that late when she woke up, but she still had to feed her cat, get ready, eat at least something for breakfast (which she unfortunately wasn’t able to do, since she had forgotten to get groceries and had nothing to eat) before leaving her flat.

She was on her way to work, biting her lower lip nervously and tapping her index finger against the steering wheel repeatedly as she drove. Her stomach was rumbling already, feeling the consequences of not eating breakfast. She checked her watch again and held back her groan this time, her eyes immediately landing on this quaint little bakery when she looked back up.

Made with love, was what it was called.

She contemplated whether she should go or not, considering how late she already was, but as soon as her stomach made yet another sound, she had no other choice. She quickly made her way over to the bakery, checking it out from the passenger’s window for a second, before getting out of her car.

She took quick steps as she walked, pushing the door open to the bakery, hearing a small jingle and feeling a big gust of cool air wisp past her entire body. She immediately saw someone standing behind the counter, who was just relaxing and reading a book, until he heard her enter.

“Hi.” He smiled at her as he got up and she noticed the deep craters of his dimples in each of his cheeks. “What would you like this morning?”

“Um,” She furrowed her brows a bit as she looked at the display, her mouth already watering from the sight of fresh and warm pastries. “I’ll just have a croissant, thanks.” She flashed him a tight-lipped smile and he nodded, using tongs to grab a single croissant and putting it into a paper bag. He grabbed a few tissues as well and put it down on the counter, giving her yet another bright smile.

“Would you like coffee with that or anything?”

“Um,” She glanced at her watch, watching how much later and later she became, “Fuck.” She mumbled under her breath before looking back at the man behind the counter.

“Sure, yeah. Milk, please. Thanks.”

“Alright, give me a second.” He said softly before turning around over to the coffee machine, pouring the steaming liquid into a paper cup along with the milk she had asked for. He popped a lid onto it and placed it alongside the croissant.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so late for work. I hope that’s enough!” Was all Y/N said before she was suddenly running out of the shop, holding the paper bag and trying not to spill the hot coffee all over herself. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to say anything, lips parted in surprise. He looked down at the counter and saw £5, furrowing his brows in confusion a bit before he put it in the register.

Have a good day, he guessed?

•••

“Look who decided to come in.”

Y/N took her half-eaten croissant out of her mouth, ignoring the teasing smile Zayn had on his face as she headed over to her office. Zayn, of course, followed her, holding the door open before she shut it in his face. He was holding a big book, the one she assumed he always used for sketches and such. Maurine was their boss, and well, she wasn’t particularly the nicest at all times. Despite the bright and funky clothes she was always wearing when she came in, her face was stoic, and all she wanted to do was get in her office to start the day.

“Maurine’s gonna be pissed, you know. That’s the fourth time this week, Y/N. Do you not set alarms?”

“Keep forgetting to.” She mumbled before taking a big gulp from the cup of coffee. Zayn made a soft and disapproving ‘tsk’ sound, raising his hands up in surrender when Y/N deadpanned at him.

“Have fun with Maurine, tell me all about it when she’s done with you.”

“Right, thanks, Zayn. Get out.”

•••

“Esther, I’m off!” Harry called out to the old woman who owned the store and thankfully hired Harry when he came by. He took off his apron that was sort of messy with flour and powdered sugar, hanging it up in the kitchen where all the magic happened, humming to himself as he put on his coat. Sometimes Esther closed the shop, sometimes Harry did.

Esther was an unbelievably kind lady. She never failed to put a smile on someone’s face. Despite sometimes having rude, impatient customers at times, she had lots and lots of patience.

“Goodnight, Harry!”

“Thanks, Es, you too.” Harry chuckled softly, before swinging the door open and walking out. The brisk, cool air made a shiver run through his bones, feeling like a slap in the face as soon as he stepped out of the store, and he pulled his coat tighter around himself, starting to walk home since his flat was actually quite near. He hummed the song that had been stuck inside of his head all day the entire walk, sometimes looking up at the bright moon and stars and seeing his breath in the air.

Once he finally arrived, he put his keys into the doorknob and entered, sighing as he was enveloped by warmth. But as soon as he saw Niall, his roommate, he suddenly forgot he wanted Harry to bring back some of the leftovers from the bakery.

“Oh, Harry, you’re home.” Niall greeted him as he was walking over to the couch, plopping himself down on it. “No pastries?”

“Nah, mate, sorry.” Harry lied as shrugged his coat off and Niall hummed, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of the couch, getting himself comfortable.

“I ordered Japanese.” Niall said as he opened up Netflix, glancing behind him to look at Harry and Harry nodded back, humming. He sat down beside Niall and grabbed the takeout container on the table, watching him flick through the many different movies and shows.

“How was work?”

“Fine.” Harry sighed before shoving a bite of egg, rice, and tonkatsu into his mouth. Niall clicked on Breaking Bad and leaned back into the couch, eating his own food. “Had to make a lot, lots of customers.”

“Oi, be sure to bring back leftovers tomorrow.” Niall knocked his arm with his elbow lightly.

“Yeah, sure.” Harry snorted.

And that was how the night went on.

2 months later.

“You blush an awful lot, you know.”

Harry laughed softly and looked down to hide his pink cheeks, placing down the cup of coffee Y/N asked for and taking the money she placed on the counter. “Sorry.” She heard him say quietly and she folded her lips into a line, trying to hide her smile. She picked up the coffee and took a small sip, ignoring how she had just burnt her tongue and flashing Harry a small smile when he finally looked back at her.

“Have a good day, Harry.”

“Er, you too.” He nodded at her and his cheeks grew just a tad warmer.

•••

Many, many hours later, Harry was surprised to see Y/N come into the bakery again. It was about 7 PM already, and she usually only came in the mornings (but Harry still smiled). There were only a few pastries left in the display and it was close to their closing time already. Esther had gone ahead and went home early and Harry was completely fine with that, so he managed the bakery after she had left.

“Can I have your number?”

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povlvr · 1 year

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6 • The Sweetest Sin | YLGSE

Pairing: Mob Boss Bucky x Baker Reader

Summary: You get closer with the Mob Boss on two consecutive date nights, will you live to regret sinning so sweetly with him?

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, love bombing, Thigh Riding, Praise Kink, Dom Bucky, Daddy Bucky, Betrayal, Angst

A/N: Once again I will apologise for the length of this post, but it's packed with action & everything will pick up from this point & it will be a wild ride to the finish. Thank you for reading, the engagement atm is shockingly bad but I will continue, working on a few one shots to randomly post in between these chapters.

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It was a typical manic start to your morning, you had been running around trying to make sure you had enough stock baked for the day, then ending up organising a supply delivery at peak time plus asshole customers a plenty, but all frustrations were being placated by the excitement of what lay ahead, tonight you had a date with your Mob Boss & nothing was going to taint your mood.

After you left Bucky’s office the previous night & experienced a highly-strung journey with Peter at the wheel your Pilates class managed to ground you & stopped your head from floating off with thoughts full of your kiss with James, you could still feel his stubble against your delicate skin & the cold signet ring stroking your cheek as he held you close.

Around midday two very stocky gentlemen entered the bakery, dressed in sharp black suits that somehow managed to accommodate their size, their appearance may have startled you, but you were nothing if not welcoming so gave your usual friendly greeting, your anxiety rose the longer they confined mimicking statues not moving or reacting to your hello.

On the verge of panic, you were about to reach for your phone to ring James, but you noticed one of them finally muttered something into his suit sleeve, a jingle of the bell sounded & a much smaller gentleman walked through the door. He had a friendlier demeanour, greeting you as he approached dressed in a lavender wool suit, paired with a cream silk tie & pocket square, ‘Morning, I am Phillipe, could you please confirm your name for me dear.’

You were more than hesitant, but his kind eyes & reassuring smile told you you could trust him, after confirming your full name he swiftly turned on his heel to retrieve a briefcase now being held by up one of his associates. This was getting weirder by the second & you could feel the anxiety rising as your mind spat out a hundred different outcomes as to what was in the briefcase, could this be something to do with the Mob? they looked kind of mobbish. Maybe you should ring James, Just in case.

Without a pause a black velvet box & note card were placed on your counter, with a single nod he turned around & left, followed closely by the Blue’s Brothers, you took a moment to contemplate whether you should open it or not, a hand delivered mystery parcel surely warranted some suspicion?

You drummed your fingers on the cold marble counter trying to coax yourself to reach out for the card, surely that would at least solve some of the endless questions running through your head as to who sent it & what’s in the box? Letting out a deep breath you ran your fingers across the velvet undoing the satin black bow holding the two items together, the slightly wobbly cursive ‘Bunny’ written on the envelope silenced your mind, you couldn’t help the breathless ‘James’ that escaped your mouth or the smile taking over your face. You slipped your finger under the seal & pulled out the thick textured card

‘According to google Alexandrite is rarer than diamonds, at night in low light they appear dark red but come the day with the sun shining upon them they are blue. I thought it was perfect for you my Bunny, you really do transform me with your light.

Yours,

James.’

You specifically told him not to buy you anything, you were a simple baker with no need for fancy things, but you’d be lying if you said the note didn’t make you squeal, you slipped the note back into the envelope for safe keeping & picked up the box. You guessed it would be a necklace from the size & shape, the hinges were stiff, but with a very satisfying creak you managed to open it & your breath was taken away.

The crystal blue stones felt as though you were looking into Bucky’s eyes, they were mesmerising, the elaborate necklace was clearly made in another era from the Art Deco design, the chain had sections of pearls, gems & diamonds, but the pendant was like nothing you had ever seen, it connected to the chain in a cluster of diamonds with one huge stone in the middle surrounded by diamonds & even more stones around those. You couldn’t wait to see it under a different light & after ogling the piece of jewellery for a minute you noticed another note sat tucked into the lid,

‘Ok I lied & couldn’t resist some diamonds too.

I’ll pick you up at 6pm, come as you are, flour, cookie dough & sprinkles included.’

xoxo'

It really was too much, you couldn’t image how much it cost just from the sight, let alone the convoy it took to deliver it, you wanted to put it on, of course you did, but something told you to wait & let James do the honours.

Yelena had watched on silently, concerned that you were getting carried away in a lifestyle you were too soft for, yes, the money, jewels & luxury you deserved but the danger, backstabbing & death were not something you would be able to cope with. Natasha had told her Bucky was a good man, but she also warned her that he was ruthless & terrifying when he needed to be & that he hadn’t ever been in a serious relationship because he was incapable of committing to a woman, under no circumstances did you need a man like that in your life. She reached into her pocket, pulling up the messages exchanged with her sister from the previous night, her fingers moved before she could change her mind & she finally agreed that she would help stop this before you got hurt.

You paced somewhat anxiously feeling completely underdressed for a date, you followed Bucky’s instructions to come as you were, but you allowed yourself a slight makeup touch up & hair refresh before he was due after Yelena had left for the day. Thankfully your outfit looked cute & effortless, so you were hopeful it would be appropriate to cover a multitude of different date scenarios.

At 6pm on the dot you spotted the metallic emerald classic convertible pull up on the kerb, James emerged surprisingly dressed down for a change, he had no right to look as hot as he did in a pair of black jeans, a crew neck t-shirt & camo bomber but he was breath-taking to look at, especially the with his fluffed-up hair. He pulled a bouquet of flowers out of the passenger seat & you couldn’t believe he was real let alone that he was interested in you, he could get any woman he wanted so why were you so special? Instead of letting your thoughts spiral down that path you decided not to question it & just go with it.

‘What’s got you so lost in thought Bunny?’

You were slightly startled at how silent he had moved, one second he was at the car, the next he was in front of you holding the flowers out for you to take, pulling you against his lips for a chaste kiss, sending you to the clouds & back yet again with those lips.

‘Hi’

‘Hi.’

‘So what’s on your mind Sugar?’

‘You were gorgeous, just thinkin’ you make me smile too much & I’m gonna have to get some botox injections or something to deal with all the lines you’re gonna cause.’

He chuckled doing his scrunchy face laugh that you adored, ‘Firstly, no such thing as too much smiling.’ He punctuated his point with a peck on the lips making you giggle right back at him. ‘& second, if you actually got lines on your face because of me making you smile then I’ve done my job right.’

Yet again you were smiling like a fool at him as you accepted the bouquet, ‘Thank you for these, they’re beautiful.’

‘You’re beautiful, there’s more in the car for your place.’

You reached out & ran your fingers through his hair, he practically preened under your touch, ‘Well don’t you think of everything?’, you were on your tip toes as you spoke into each other’s mouths, as though they needed to be constantly in contact with each other.

‘I’ve been raised as a flower giver, my Ma loves em’ so my Dad used to bring them home at least twice a week or whenever he worked too late.’

‘That’s sweet. Let me put these in my office then you can help me lock up.’

He followed you through the bakery noticing the lack of jewellery around your neck, he knew you had received his gift from the text you had sent thanking him, so why weren’t you wearing it? Did you not like it?

‘Bunny, where’s your necklace?’

You turned around noticing the worried look on his face, ‘Oh, well it’s far too fancy to be wearing in the bakery, but I wanted you to be the first one to see me in it. I locked it in my desk, you wanna put it on me?’

‘You’re too god damn sweet darlin’, you know that?’ taking the necklace out of the box you were holding open for him, he couldn’t resist placing a kiss behind your ear as he gently secured it around your neck, you stood in front of the mirror hung in your office & your breath was truly taken away admiring the dark hue the gems were now reflecting, it looked completely different in the low light of your office, ‘It’s mesmerising James.’

Bucky held you tight, his arms wrapped around you as he ran his mouth along the column of your neck, not once breaking the eye contact he held with you in the mirror, ‘mmm Sugar you really are.’ His words & the feeling of his soft lips contrasting with the sting of rough stubble had your breath hitching & your eyes fluttering shut.

Enjoying you being completely at his mercy he traced one hand up your body, over the jewels to your neck, grasping you with absolute authority but with such gentle pressure to turn your lips to his as he dove in full throttle devouring you exactly the way he had been craving.

After your very heated make out session in the back you both decided you needed to behave, so like a gentleman James took care of closing up, having a strong set of hands helped immeasurably when it came to rolling the shutters down & twisting the awkward lock securely, you indulgently watched him at work not missing the way his t-shirt rode up to reveal the very defined stomach & happy trail you’d be more than happy to follow.

You had been chatting about your day surrounded by some smooth jazz playing on the radio as James drove out of Brooklyn, it felt like you were transported into a different time the way the car sounded & the leather smelt, the way the sun’s haze warmed you & sent shards of light across your face. Then there was the gentleman you were with, who seemed like he was taken right out of an old Hollywood film, you were feeling some major main character vibes, like you were both the only people in the world.

You hadn’t even registered the outside world until you passed the sign for Marine Park. ‘Where are you taking me anyway? Thought I’d have to get all fancy for you to take me to an exclusive restaurant or something’

He tensed up from suddenly realising that you might have wanted to get dressed up to be wined & dined, to be shown off, but knowing who he was, his reputation, he thought you would want it to be private. ‘Is that what you wanted Bunny?’

You shook your head hoping you hadn’t offended his efforts, even if the date ended now, it would go down as your best one, the bar was ridiculously low at this point, ‘Absolutely not, I want whatever you planned James.’

He visibly relaxed at your words, it was so refreshing seeing the undone version of the James you had come to know, casual James was relaxed & almost seemed younger, without his suit he was lighter, the weight on his shoulders eased & you were convinced this was who he was under all those suits & scowls.

‘Well we’re here Bunny.’ As if perfectly timed he pulled into an empty parking lot, confused you glanced around for a building or any clue, once you set eyes on the big screen it clicked.

‘A drive in?’

‘Yep, the whole place is ours for the night. We can pick our movie & I’ve brought some food to have before it starts, then popcorn, blankets & a back seat for us to get settled into for the show.’

Your smile was as wide as the sunset as you scooted over to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek, no one had ever gone to such efforts for you before & it meant the world to you. ‘Are you actually real?’, you playfully poked his arm, he looked so shy & bashful at your question adding even more scepticism that he was really sat in front of you.

‘You know Bunny, I’ve asked myself the same about you. Is this ok though? I could take you to a restaurant if you would prefer.’

You shook your head, ‘This sounds perfect James. Honestly, it’s above & beyond anything I expected.’

Everything from the food & drink to the company & conversation made you feel cherished & valued, you couldn’t begin to convey to James how much it meant to you, once you had both had your fill it was time to set up for the movie.

After gathering the final supplies from the trunk, Bucky pressed a button on the dash & the hood of the car began moving to cover the back seats, you could just picture two lovers driving to a lookout point in the hills of California, getting a little privacy with the hood & making out with a view to die for. You had Breakfast at Tiffany’s & a very handsome man to admire rather than a scenic view & you were more than happy with that; he draped a blanket across the seat before taking your hand & helping you into the back.

It felt surreal how naturally you fit into his side once he had joined you, his arm draped over your shoulder & you wrapped yourself around him letting out a very relaxed breath.

‘You enjoying yourself Bunny?’

You tried hiding into his chest at his question, were you enjoying yourself? Of course, but you were also overwhelmed by everything this man brought to the table & questioned more & more why he was interested in you. There was no doubt you were enjoying yourself, so you nodded against him, ‘I’ve never had anyone do so much for me on a date.’

You dodged the question & you were practically buried in his side, his brow furrowed at the realisation, ‘Is this making you uncomfortable Bunny?’

His ability to read you took you by surprise, ‘A little, it’s not you, this is a total me thing, you couldn’t be more perfect, just not used to it I guess, to have someone take the lead & plan, I’m usually the one that plans & pays so it might take a bit of an adjustment for something so elaborate, to believe that I’m worth all this to you.’

That confession broke his heart a little, you deserved to be worshipped & spoiled, he was sure he could find out the names of all the pricks you wasted your time with before you met him, line them all up & then put a bullet between their eyes for making you think this was elaborate. This was dinner & a movie, the bare minimum, if that, Sam stopped him from going with his original plan, saying it might freak you out. It pained him to know that he was right.

‘Oh Sugar, you are worth the entire solar system to me, this isn’t elaborate. God you should have seen what I wanted to do before Sam talked me down.’

You giggled wondering what could have been more elaborate than renting out a whole drive in movie theatre, ‘Now I’m curious, tell me?’

‘It involved an Italian restaurant.’

‘Well that’s not that grand.’

‘In a little town called Settignano just outside Florence’

‘Oh.’

‘Yeah’, now that he had said it out loud it might have been a little much, for a first date anyway.

You laughed, a full belly laugh that he couldn’t help getting caught up in, it sounded like the finest melody he had heard & he wanted nothing more than to have it playing on repeat.

‘We are from two very different world’s James.’ You reached out to his chin, you couldn’t help but pinch it with your thumb & finger before connecting your lips for a short sweet kiss.

He wanted to know how you would have reacted if he had been so bold as to fly you across the world for a date, ‘What would you have done?’

‘Freaked, mainly because I couldn’t leave the bakery’, you shrugged it off, but knowing the weight it held on you at all times didn’t make you feel great to admit out loud.

He raised his brow, ‘Not even for a day?’

You reluctantly shook your head, ‘At the moment, no. Maybe someday.’ You loved your business, you really did, but the man you were pressed against was showing you exactly what you had been missing out on.

He pulled you to his lips adding another soft kiss, his hands gently holding your face, ‘You work too much.’

‘Takes one to know one.’

‘Touché,’ connected by your foreheads he looked deep into your eyes, ‘You promise someday actually means someday soon, so I can fly you around the world?’

You leaned in nodding against his mouth, ‘Yeah, I promise.’

‘Good girl.’ His patience for sweetness was broken the second you shifted your hips & moaned into his mouth, he pulled you into his lap deepening the kiss as his hands explored your soft skin.

You eventually got to watching the film, but it really didn’t compare to the feeling of being kissed senseless by Bucky, he had been on his best behaviour, keeping his wandering hands from any major bases & even when you felt how aroused he was he completely ignored it & eventually insisted on you both actually watching the movie.

Yelena was right, there definitely would be another date & you couldn’t wait for it.

With the previous night feeling like a dream you were slightly perturbed with your morning routine, you loved your bakery, you really did but it was exhausting at times, allowing yourself an extra 5 minutes of daydreaming a romantic trip to Florence with James was a good use of your time, even if it meant you were running late.

Another day & another mystery parcel it would seem, this time a different man with the delivery, thankfully without the intimidating convoy, asked you to sign for a gift, the lack of muscle you hoped meant he didn’t buy you the crown jewels or something equally ridiculous but with James you really couldn’t predict what would be in the box, but reading the note card had you both smiling & rolling your eyes.

‘Message received about going OTT, you’re completely right, yesterday’s necklace is too much for work, this one is much more work appropriate, Pick you up at 6?’

Another black velvet box revealed a less intimidating piece of jewellery sure, but you could still tell it was vastly more expensive than anything you owned, a paperclip necklace scattered with diamonds with a jaw dropping emerald & diamond pendant hung from it.

You pulled out your phone from your back pocket, unlike yesterday you couldn’t wait for Bucky to put it on for you, you managed to take a picture showing it off plus a hint of cleavage for good measure, making sure to arch your back to put your best foot forward as it were.

You noticed his insistence on early dates, whenever you weren’t with him he would remind you to look over CVs to employ some help, he really was trying to reduce your hours stuck in the bakery & even if he was the one reaping most of the benefits of you having more free time, you appreciated his concern.

His usual blacked out Range Rover was outside the bakery at 6pm sharp, this time you were ready for him all locked up bounding up the car climbing in the passenger seat before he even had time to open the door for you, ‘Where we heading tonight gorgeous?’

He leaned over the centre console to place a soft kiss on your cheek, ‘Well sugar we’re heading to my house where there’s a little lady dying to meet you.’

You curiously eyed him with a squint before it clicked, ‘Alpine?’

Chuckling at the total 180 facial expression change & the wide-eyed excitement simmering from you at the revelation he couldn’t be more enamoured by you, ‘Yes, she’s been washed & preened ready for some cuddles.’

Clapping your hands in glee you wiggled in the seat, ‘yesssss’

‘Thought I would cook you some dinner too’

‘That sounds like my kinda night.’

‘I thought it might be less intense?’

The sceptical look returned to you face, ‘Hmm let me see, no elaborate chef?’

He shook his head looking completely innocent, ‘Nope, just me.’

You raised a brow, ‘No Jewels or cars on offer?’

A coy little smile caught the side of his mouth, he loved that you have him all figured out, ‘Not unless you want them Sugar.’

You knew you’d catch him out with this one, ‘Flowers?’

The most pained look took over his face, ‘Oh Sweetheart, there will always be flowers, can’t change this leopards’ spots on that I’m afraid.’

You laughed nodding, ‘Well that’s a good compromise I guess.’

‘You drive a hard bargain Bunny.’

You knew he was rich, but you didn’t know he was Richie rich rich, you didn’t pull up to a house, it was an estate complete with the absurdly long driveway, perfectly preened bushes & turning circle at the top. It was the kind of home that looked like it needed an intercom in every room, there was no way you could shout loud enough to tell everyone when dinner was ready.

For a moment you imagined how lonely it must be for him to have all this to himself, surely, he didn’t need all the rooms, you’d take a lucky guess that the most he actually used was a bedroom, bathroom, office & kitchen so why did he feel the need to have all this space, to be so isolated?

As if reading your mind, he cleared his throat ‘it was my childhood home & I inherited it when my dad passed, my mom couldn’t face coming back.’

You reached out for the hand holding your knee to give him a reassuring squeeze.

‘Probably a bit silly to hold on to it for just me but I always pictured raising my kids here & making memories like I got to.’ He shrugged his shoulders dismissing the idea of it being something he could have. In truth, he had given up on that fantasy the minute he took control, he always thought he would have enough time to settle down before the burden of the family business was bestowed upon him. Tragically he was wrong.

You brushed your thumb against his hand, grateful he felt comfortable enough to open up, you got the impression he didn’t do it often & yet with you he was like an open book at times, ‘That’s a lovely sentiment & I’m sure your father would have loved that idea, suppose it’s a bit ridiculous to leave a place like this empty & you live in the city.’

‘Yeah, I just rattle around if I’m honest, alpine loves catching butterflies & field mice in the gardens though, can’t do that in the city.’

You smiled at the warmth he was radiating just talking about his little lady, ‘Well there you go, I might have to borrow her to get the mice out my apartment.’

‘You best be joking Bunny, I’ll have you a new place ready by tomorrow if you have an infestation.’ He looked so earnest, brow fully furrowed, like he was waiting for you to agree so he could jump into action.

You giggled at how ridiculously over the top he was, ‘If you can’t buy me jewels & cars there’s no way I’m accepting a house, I’d settle for an exterminator but there’s really no need, I don’t mind the odd mouse, they’re probably trying to get to nicer apartment next door & using mine as a shortcut through.’

‘You tell me if that changes bunny, you could always stay at my place anytime you need ok?’

You held his hand tight, ‘I promise there’s no need. You’re too sweet, you know that?’

‘Only for you sweet girl’

You heard the little bell before you saw her, but she strutted across the marble entrance to greet you both & you couldn’t help fawn at the sight of a tough mobster with a fluffy white cat, calling her a pretty girl & introducing her to you.

‘Now you be nice Alpine, Bunny will be stopping by a lot if I have my way, so I need you to get on.’

You were giggling at how ridiculous he was crouched on the floor giving strict instructions to a cat, that would be ignored completely most likely, a cats gonna cat, still, you sat down on the cold hard floor crossed legged & held your hand out for her to give a sniff. Thankfully it took 0.7 seconds for her to jump into your arms, Bucky looked like all his Christmases had come at once, you were here & his best girls were bonding.

You were busy loving on the adorable fluffy angel as Bucky was watching in awe ‘Bet you loved your bath, didn’t you pretty girl.’ You turned to the mobster giggling at the expression he was sporting, ‘I’m guessing whoever drew the short end of the straw was clawed alive.’

He shook his head laughing, ‘I did it Bunny, she put up a fuss but resisted clawing her daddy.’

Ooof, daddy he extruded it & you probably should have stopped thinking of it right there, but it was clear he registered it in the exact way you did from the way your eyes shot up meeting his quickly darkening gaze, the practically imperceptible twitch of his eyebrow for a millisecond told you he was very into that idea & you would be lying if you said you weren’t either.

You were sat on the kitchen island as Bucky stood at the stove cooking the pasta, having been lifted & placed there when you offered to help, the aromas wafting through the air smelt delicious & the way the mobster turned to speak to you or kiss you between stirring & adding ingredients was setting you alight.

He was so attentive & engaging as your conversation flowed, Sinatra playing in the background, he was interested in every story you had to tell, asking you questions that challenged you & the spark you were feeling only igniting further. Somehow, he was even hotter relaxed in his home, sleeves turned up to the elbows of his navy shirt showing the intricate artwork on his left arm & the slacks he wore clung to his thick thighs, maybe it was the way he walked over to you, spoon under a cupped hand as he stood between your legs dangled over the island letting you try the delicious sauce he had prepared.

The noise you made trying it had him needing to adjust his trousers, it was so sinfully sweet & he knew you had no clue the affect it had on him, he’d already calmed one boner down when he playfully patted your behind with a spatula after you insisted on helping out with dinner, the way you bit your lip on contact went straight to his cock.

Whilst the water for the pasta was heating up he turned back to where you were sat watching, ‘Dance with me Bunny.’

You scooted to the edge of the island to jump down but before you could, Bucky was lifting you off as if you weighed nothing, lowering you to the ground he made sure to catch your lips with his for a cheeky kiss making you giggle like a school girl.

Alpine sat on the counter observing the scene as Bucky held you close & swayed with his forehead touching yours, it felt like a picture-perfect moment in his life & one he had dreamt of for so long, being able to dance just like his parents did in the kitchen with the one woman that he had cared about like no other, he didn’t care that he felt like he was falling uncontrollably for you. He welcomed it.

"Days may be cloudy or sunny We're in or we're out of the money I'm with you, baby I'm with you rain or shine."

You settled down in the snug after the delicious food, the cosy den was exactly as described & you couldn’t help imagining how amazing it would be to enjoy a slow Sunday morning in winter watching the snow fall snuggled up with a fire, the dark mahogany walls lined with books would feed your soul with words & the man at your side warming your heart every second spent with him.

He passed you a glass of wine before pulling you onto the chair on his lap, ‘How about next weekend you prep ahead & make enough stock & leave Yelena in charge? I could lend you Peter to help out, then you & me can go to my house upstate for a couple of days?’

You thought about it, trying to do some mental gymnastics to see if it could work, Bucky could see you at least attempting to think about it & it meant the world to him that you were trying to fit him into your life.

‘If I could have Friday with Peter to train him & you let me bring some paperwork & my laptop to do at least a little bit of work then you have a deal.’

‘Bunny you can have full use of my office at your disposal … for set limited times.’

You playfully batted his arm, ‘That’s not full use then.’

‘Ok smarty pants, I didn’t realise this was a negotiation.’

You nestled further into him, making yourself completely comfortable on his thighs, ‘Well look at it this way, if you keep me busy enough I won’t have time to do the work will I?’

He shook his head repeating his words from earlier, you didn’t miss the way his tongue poked his cheek, ‘You drive a hard bargain, but I think I know a few things that could occupy us.’ Without wasting a second, you were flipped facing him, straddling his thigh.

‘Then you have yourself a deal.’ His lips were on yours, his hands holding your face & you were cursing the seam of your jeans pressing on your clit as you unsuccessfully tried to stifle a moan from the way he was rubbing himself against you.

‘That feel good sweet girl.’

You nodded letting out another moan, not even trying to stop it.

‘Christ you make the most beautiful sounds, you want me to stop?’

‘God no.’ That’s all it took for Bucky to increase the pace of pressing his thigh against your clit, he latched his mouth to your throat peppering kisses down the column of your neck until he reached the base where he found that sweet spot that sent you wild.

Your hips bucked against him & he smiled knowing the pleasure he was delivering ‘grind that pussy on me Sugar, show me how you like it.’

‘Fuck James, feels good.’

‘I bet you taste amazing right now, that pretty pussy all wet for me?’

‘Yes.’

‘Yes what?’

‘Yes daddy, soaking for you.’

‘Good girl, you look so fucking gorgeous riding daddy’s thigh.’

You let out a seismic moan as the pleasure was building, the pressure rising & Bucky knew he had you right on the edge, he slowed down slightly trying to prolong the show he was getting, your hands cupping your tits, fingers pinching your nipples as you were thrusting your hips making sure your clit grazed his leg with each ministration.

He took one of your hands, lowering it to rub it on his hard cock ‘Feel what you do to me Bunny. God you’re fucking gorgeous & all mine.’

You nodded looking down at where you were connected moaning at the sight of his hard on, it looked huge & your mouth watered at the thought of him cumming down your throat, that sinful idea paired with Bucky picking up the pace was all it took for you to tumble over the edge, moving to grip the mobster by his shoulder, you moaned his name into his ear as you reached your climax in his arms. He was gentle at slowing down his movements & a hand caressed your spine as you came down from the high that was riding James’ thigh.

Without wasting a second you placed your hand back over the bulge, his eyes fluttered shut at the contact, but before you could go any further, he rested his palm over your hand. ‘No need sweetheart, this was all about you.’

‘Do…do you not.’

He didn’t even let you finish that sentence, there was no way in any universe that he didn’t want you right at this second, ‘believe me Sugar, I’m practically bursting for ya, but I’m trying to be good, treat you right. So I wanna wait til I have all the time in the world with ya pretty girl, it’s getting late, I know you’re tired so I just wanted to do something for you.’

You nodded your head, astounded by him & yet again questioned if this selfless, gorgeous, generous soul was really real, if only people knew what the real James Buchanan Barnes was like, his reputation would be ruined.

Yelena had insisted on another girl’s night, she wanted the gossip from the two dates with James & you wanted to discuss the potential of her running the bakery so you could have a weekend away with him. You might see her every day, but with customers constantly keeping you busy it wasn’t really the most appropriate topic to have in their presence. You were sure detailing how you rode a mob boss’ thigh & the tipping point of the best orgasm you had in years was how his cock looking so deliciously big in his trousers most people didn’t want to hear grabbing their morning coffee.

You had suggested Vibranium knowing you would both be safe plus free drinks, but she insisted on somewhere else uptown that was quieter, she seemed to have an eye for upmarket joints all of a sudden because this place was fancy, a definite club but your feet didn’t stick to the floor, there wasn’t a fog machine in sight & there wasn’t a sea of people dancing coked up in the corner.

With Wanda on night shift, it was just the two of you, as usual Yelena was being Yelena swooping in for a table that had a reserved sign clearly placed on the top, she simply threw it over her shoulder with a ‘whoops’ & you hoped it didn’t cause any damage on impact. Before you could get on to the topic of the night you needed a bit of Dutch courage & Yelena seemed stiff even for her, some loosening up was in order, the bar was busy but eventually you were served, you figured it made more sense to double up, so you weren’t spending the night with the bar instead of your friend. When you glanced over your shoulder you noticed she was keeping herself occupied on the phone, looking tense exchanging some messages, you made a note to ask her what it was about after you had polished off a drink or two, she wasn’t the most open when it came to feelings or things playing on her mind, most of the time you had to force it out of her & alcohol usually assisted your efforts.

As you set the drinks down on the table your eye caught a group in the back, they were the loudest in the place, boisterously taking shots then cheering each one in turn, the longer you watched laughing at their collective camaraderie the more familiar a few of the faces registered. First it was the side profile of Steve you spotted, you faintly heard Sam’s voice & then it was as though all sound muted in your ear & replaced with a faint buzzing noise, your pulse quickened, yet time somehow seemed to slow down & you felt the exact moment your heart dropped, maybe even break.

Sat amongst his friends with two gorgeous women flanking his side, nuzzling against his neck & propped up on each outstretched thigh was James, your James. It was a bizarre concoction of feelings taking root within your gut; guilt that you were still watching, feeling as though you were prying having been completely blindsided seeing him like that, anger that he would do this having pursued you like he had & then there was that familiar feeling of disappointment that seemed to be the norm when it came to men these days, you really thought he was different.

You let out a long sigh trying to accept the reality of what you were witnessing, you weren’t going to let any of the tears gathering in your waterline fall, you needed to go home & think. It could have only been a matter of seconds stood watching every ‘I told you so’ play out in front of you, you were going to look away to tell Yelena you needed to leave, but Bucky looked up & across the crowded room his eyes connected with yours.

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A/N: sorry!!! He will redeem himself eventually but it will be a rough ride!

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Sugar High

Baker!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary: it's 1996, and Eddie has changed his entire life around to become a baker with his own bakery. You are his new baking assistant fresh out of culinary school.

Warnings: slight angst, slight fluff, Eddie is a prick, but he'll soften up soon. Heavy making out, thigh riding. Heavy making out and grinding.

Not proofread. Allow your brain to fix what mistakes were made.

18+minors dni

It was the end of January going into February. You had just graduated culinary school. Quitting your job as a cook in a random diner by your apartment. You wanted to find something more up your alley.

Throwing your coat on as you leave your apartment building. You had a job interview at this bakery almost a mile from your home. The little pastry shop was on a corner across the street from a record store. "Master of Pastries" was in big bright letters on the front . You couldn't miss it even if you tried, you could smell it a mile away. The bakery was run by a man named Eddie Munson. You spoke to him on the phone, and he seemed more than pleased to give you a shot. His former assistant had to relocate after getting married.

Walking up to the glass doors, a wave of fresh baked brownies fill your nose. A woman at the register greets you, and you tell her you're here for the job interview. "Okay, I'll go get my boss. I'll be right back." She goes to the back, and a man with long hair pulled back follows her out. He's wearing a tight fitted black t-shirt with an apron covered in flour. He has frosting on his nose and forehead. He walks over to you and greets you.

"Hi, im Eddie. You must be the one I spoke to on the phone."

"Yes, that's me it's nice to meet you." You smile brightly at him.

He walks past you, and you follow him to the other side of the shop where there are a few tables. He pulls out your chair and jesters for you to have a seat. "So tell me what makes you want to do this type of work?"

"Well, I just finished culinary school, and I'd thought I should try it out."

He nods his head and pulls a cigarette from behind his ear, and lights it up. He picks up your portfolio and smirks to himself. "Have you ever done this type of work before? "

"No, sir, but I'm sure I'll catch on quickly if you just give me a chance."

Nodding his head "Okay you start tomorrow. I want you to hear bright and early. 6:00 am. on the dot."

You look at him, confused for a moment. Why so early? I mean, it's just baking cakes and frosting them. How hard could that be? You think to yourself. He raises his brows to you. "Is that a problem?" He said in a stern tone.

"Oh, uh, no, sir, no problem at all." You said nervously.

He stands up and starts heading back to the kitchen. You grab your portfolio and the other information you provided. The woman at the counter gives you a smile of sympathy. Pushing the door open to head home, you hear the baker call for you.

"Yes?" You paused, stopping midway through the door.

"Don't be late. I hate tardiness." His tone still stern

Nodding, you rush out the door and practically run back to your apartment. The moment you made it through your door, you let out a deep sigh of relief. Why is he kind of an ass? You think to yourself. You never have had such an awkward experience in your life. How can a man who bakes sweets for a living be kind of a dick? The interview only lasted for a good five minutes. Your phone call lasted way longer than that. He seemed so friendly and sweet on the phone. The man you met today was nothing but short and stern.

Going into your kitchenette, you pull out a frozen TV dinner and plop it in the microwave. You have a masters degree in culinary arts, and you're currently eating a hungry man meal you frown. The microwave beeps pulling you from your thoughts, and you peel the plastic off the top.

Taking a bite of the bland mashed potatoes, you chuck the whole thing in the garbage. You don't have much of an appetite knowing you'd have to deal with him tomorrow. Deciding to just go to sleep instead since you know it's going to be an early morning for you anyway. Hopping in bed, you pull the covers over your head and try to drift off.

𓏸 ͘ ࣭⠀⸰ 𖧷 .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ 𖧷 ⸰ ͘ ࣭⠀⸰⠀ ࣭ 𓏸

Your alarm clock set for 5:00 am startled you awake. You groan with a whine rubbing your eyes. You try to get dressed as quickly as you could not wanting to be late on your first day.

Rushing out the door and heading to the bakery. You always know when you're close. The sweet smell of sugar and vanilla floats through the air. The only pleasant thing about your day so far is the smell of his baking.

You finally made it to the shop and rushed inside. Your hair is still slightly damp, so the cold morning air niped at your skin a little harsher. He hears you come in and rounds the corner from where he was in the back. He walks over to stand before you and helps take your coat. "You're late." He said, pointing to the giant clock on the wall. The clock reading 6:02 am.

"I'm only two minutes late." You tried to defend yourself.

Eddie looks at you, rolling his eyes and walks to the back. You decide to follow him since it's just the two of you here. The woman at the register won't need to be here a couple more hours. You stand in the doorway, watching him rush around the small kitchen. You wait for some kind of instructions from the man who hired you.

"You just gonna stand and watch, or will you help me out here?" He asked as he was whipping icing.

You started getting nervous, "I'm sorry, um, where do I start?"

Eddie sits the bowl down and rolls his neck. He is clearly annoyed by you for some reason. The question you asked was a valid one. He knows you've never worked this type of job before, so a little guidance would be much appreciated.

"You can start by making the cream cheese icing for the cinnamon rolls." He pointed over to the mixer, and you pulled your hair up and observed the machine.

"I'm not sure exactly how to make that." You were hesitant to speak. His brash and shortness were getting the best of you.

He looked his shoulder at you while he still whipped the icing in his bowl. "You just add that bowl of butter cream icing and half a block of cream cheese."

Nodding your head, you put the icing and cream cheese in the electric mixer and whip it up. Hopefully, this will be a lot easier than you originally thought. Maybe he's just been under too much stress since his other assistant left. This job couldn't possibly be as hard as he's acting like it is. Yes, you went to culinary school. You didn't study baking, but it looked to be the easiest. He comes over to you and startles you when he turns the mixer off and snatches the bowl away from you.

"If you keep that mixer going for too much longer, we'll both be covered in icing." He said he as he brushed past you and put the bowl in a large fridge.

You shake your head. "I'm sorry I got lost in thought."

He walks past you again, and you look to see what he's been doing. He made small creme puffs with strawberry slices in the shape of hearts going around the side. They were cute, and you guess he's getting ready to start making desserts for Valentines Day.

Eddie eventually assigned you to just make the icing and lady fingers. That's all you did was create icing and those dumb cookies. Sometimes, you'd sneak one when he wasn't looking.

A week goes by, and Eddie is still very short with you. He would make a task list for you to do along with the time of the day to do them. The place was busy all times of the day. You never knew how one small bakery could attract this many people. You would see him go out and greet the customers. He was so friendly to them. He would make small talk with the men and flirt a little with the women.

You always thought why he was so rude with you. If he didn't acknowledge your existence, he was giving you a backhanded compliment. For instance, when he asked you to make lady fingers for the first time. He walked over to you and picked one up. He seemed so proud at first.

He smiled, and you hoped this would get him to ease up on you. He took a bite. "Wow, you know we could give these out to the retirement home up the road."Those people love soggy bland food."

The smile on your face dropped, and you tried your best to hold back tears. You really thought you did something right this time. Apparently not he dismissed you for your lunch break, and you walked to a local coffee shop and cried in their bathroom. Your eyes were puffy and red.

You were late from your lunch break that day. You didn't want him to see that you had been crying for almost an hour. Making your way back to the kitchen, he said nothing to you about being late. You snatch up your task list and try to finish them up as quickly as possible, counting down the hours until it's time to go home.

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A week and a half goes by since that incident. Valentines Day was right around the corner, which made Eddie more busy than usual. Everything he made was in the shape of a heart and strawberry flavored. The thought of cutting more strawberries for the day made you want to chuck yourself through the window. The pink balloons and heart streamers he made you put up while he dipped strawberries in chocolate. Eddie wasn't as rude to you as he was before. He's still not nice, but he's not as mean either.

In the kitchen, you once again tried to spark up a conversation. "What made you want to do this work?"

Without looking up from where he's dipping the thousandth strawberry of the day. "I decided to do it when I got out of jail." He said with the most monotone voice you ever heard.

"You know your performance would be so much better if you focused on what you're doing instead of me." He hid his smirk.

Walking over to the oven to take out the batch of brownies he made thirty minutes ago. "YoU kNoW YoUr pERFoRmAnCe," you mimicked, walking past him with the tray of brownies.

He glances over back to you. " You say something?" Your eyes go big, and you shake your head rapidly "nope I didn't say anything." You laugh to yourself at the little joke you made at his expense.

Two days before Valentines Day, Eddie had you staying late with him to help finish up the special made items. He would allow a number of people to order custom-made pastries for the holiday. Meaning you were stuck in the back with him for longer than you'd like.

The other employees long gone, leaving just the two of you in the bakery together. You learned the hard way not to spark up an innocent conversation to break the silence. Now the silence was nice because anytime he opened his mouth, something foul came out of it. He would either insult your intelligence or your baking skills. You keep telling yourself this is just for experience on your resumé. You won't be here forever. You just need the credentials. Once you're here for a year or two, it's goodbye, Eddie, forever.

You hear the clock chime letting you know a new hour has struck. You glance at your watch, and it reads 7:00pm. The bakery closed almost two hours ago.

"Eddie, can I go home now?" You ask him. You had to even muster up the courage to even speak. You see his muscles in his back tense.

He decided to swap out his usual fitted black t-shirt with a black tank top instead. The chain around his neck glistened under the fluorescent lights. His tattoos a little faded but cover most of his arms. You notice a large back tattoo peaking out from his tank top. If he wasn't such an asshole you would think he was cute. Hell, you'd think he was hot because he was. His attitude towards you completely killed that thought.

Eddie sighed, "Go on and head home. It's dark out, so be careful."

"Thank you. I'll see you in the morning, " you mumbled and practically ran out the door.

Rushing out the door and to your apartment. The sun had already set two hours ago, and you definitely didn't want to run into any trouble. Rounding the next corner, you finally made it to your apartment building. You climb the stairs at full speed, practically skipp over a few on your way up.

Throwing yourself on your bed, you groan and rub the bottoms of your feet. Falling back, you let sleep take over your aching body. Next time, Eddie wants you to stay hours past the time you leave. You're gonna put your foot down and tell him no. Your phone startles you awake, and you look over at the clock by your bed.

The red numbers make your eyes sore and it reads 1:00 am. You haven't even been asleep, but for a few hours. Who the hell could be calling you at this time of night. Picking up the phone, you hear Eddie curse on the other line.

"Hello?" You answer with a raspy voice.

"Oh hey, look, I'm sorry to be calling so late. I need your help over here." He made a nervous chuckle on the other end.

"Um, sure, I'll be over as soon as I can." Your voice still raspy from sleep.

"No, I'll come get you it's late out." There was a pause for a moment. "Your voice sounds cute like that"

Shaking your head, you are wide awake now. Did the man who was annoyed at your very existence just compliment you? Ignoring his little compliment, expecting him to insult you soon. "Yeah, okay, you know where I stay."

Only a few minutes pass, and you hear a knock at your door. Opening it up reveals Eddie with two cups of warm coffee in his hands. He gives you an apologetic smile and hands you one.

Heading to his car, he opens the door for you to get in. The car ride was short and slightly awkward. This time, he tried to make small talk while you had a short answer reply. Not that you didn't want to talk to him. You were just a little nervous he'd insult you if you said something he didn't like. He'd make a joke and laugh slightly, looking over at you for a reaction.

You just kept your eyes out the window, looking at scenery passing you by. After a few minutes, he gives up trying to talk to you and just turns on the radio. He looks over at you and frowns slightly. Was he really so hard on you that now you seem scared to even be around him? He thought to himself as "Love fool" by the cardigans softly plays in the background.

Pulling up to the bakery, you quickly unbuckle yourself and practically run inside. Eddie was going to open your door, but it seems you couldn't bear to sit in that car with him any longer. Your heart was racing, and your hands were shaking a little. He made you nervous.

Everything you did was always wrong. He was never nice to you most days, and on the days he rarely spoke to you is when you considered him nice. Now, all of a sudden, he's telling you to be careful and buying you coffee. Heading to the kitchen, you throw your apron and lean against the steel counter, crossing your arms. You wait for his instructions and what little insult he'll throw at you next.

He walks in and smiles to you. Shaking his head at the attitude you're giving him. He knows it's late and he didn't want to call you in but these orders need to be finished by the morning.

"Come over here." He beckons you. Pushing yourself off the counter and making your way over to him.

"I need you to help sprinkle powder sugar on all of these." He instructed

Nodding, you pick up the sifter and start putting the powdered sugar on the pastries. Eddie was standing next toyou stirring chocolate sauce he made for the eclairs. Every once in a while, he'd bump you or brush against you.

You couldn't help but wonder if he was doing it on purpose now. He'd walk past you and put his hand on the small of your back or grab your elbow. Sometimes, you could have sworn he glanced your way and smirked. He was acting strange, and you wonder if it's sleep deprivation or the sugar rotting his brain.

You got lost in thought again and accidentally got powdered sugar all over Eddie. He stops what he's doing and closes his eyes.

Sugar covers most of his face, and you cover your mouth to hide your laugh. "You did that on purpose."

"I didn't, I swear." You tell him as you try your best to hide your laugh from him.

Without warning, Eddie throws powdered sugar on you. That quickly killed your laugh, and you gasped. Now it was Eddie's turn to laugh at you. Only he wasn't hiding his laugh like you were. He did that on purpose, where yours was an accident. The old you probably would have ran off and cried by now.

The current you took some leftover icing and wiped it down his face. He stopped laughing and went to grab you. You tried to get away, and both of you were giggling like maniacs covered in powdered sugar and icing. He holds you by the middle of your waist. Both of his arms engulf around you, and you wiggle to get free.

Eddie turns you around and looks in your eyes for a moment. He bends down, and his plush lips brush yours softly. He lightly pecks at your lips before his tongue brushes your lips. He hums in your mouth at the taste of you. The icing on his face is smearing on yours now. Your tongues danceing together. Eddie puts both of his hands on the side of your face as he deepens the kiss.

You go to grab his forearms, and he bit your lower lip softly. Your knees feel weak as he continues kissing you passionately. He pulls away, and both you gasp for air. He brushes his nose against yours and kisses the side of your mouth before going to your jaw. He makes his way down your neck sucking and licking at the tender flesh.

You moan as he attacks your sweet spot below your ear. Backing you up against the wall, he puts holds your wrists with one hand above your head. He moves his knees in between your legs. His thigh right up against your sex, and you can feel a wet patch forming through your thin cotton shorts.

Eddie unties your apron and takes it off you, letting go of your writs for a moment. He grabs a hold of your hips, guiding you to grind back and forth on his thigh while he still attacks your neck. You move your head more to the side to give him better access. He bites down and sucks a little too hard, making you cry out. His hands on your hips start to move you faster against his leg and your knees buckle. He stops his attention from your neck to bring it back to your mouth.

This time, his kiss was sloppy and wet. His tongue is prodding in your mouth with desperation with yours. You can feel a tightness in your core building up. Throwing your hands around his neck, you grind harder on his thigh. Just as you were about to come, the timer on the oven goes off. Eddie stops what he's doing and throws his head back.

"Fuck." He muttered and his jaw clenches for a moment.

"We gotta finish these up," He said, putting his forhead against yours.

He moves away and goes over to the oven to take the cake orders out and let them cool. You're still by the wall panting with an ache in between your legs. Putting your apron back on. You and him still covered in a mess of frosting and powdered sugar. Eventually, both you finish up the cake orders for Valentines Day coming up. You hope tomorrow won't be too awkward for you both. Maybe he'll forget this whole thing happened.

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It's The Thought That Counts-Chapter 1

***Monday Night***

Vince had said his favorite food was lemons. Not lemon meringue pie or lemonade or lemon cake. Just... raw lemons. Rody was no chef—hell, he couldn't boil water without starting a fire. He was unfit and unqualified to be telling someone such as Vincent Charbonneau how to eat. The man obviously ate well enough to stay alive, so Rody really shouldn't have felt so obligated to stick his nose into Vince's lifestyle choices.

As he removes the fourth failed baking attempt from the oven, all smoldering char and dust, Rody starts seriously contemplating his. He lets out a tired groan as he sets the ruined baking sheet aside to let it cool so he can dump the contents into the trash with all the rest. Maybe he should just save up and buy something from a local bakery.

The thought is dispelled immediately. The whole point would be lost if he just went out and bought the chef dessert. No. He needs to make it himself. He has to surprise Vince with something special. He wants to show the chef his appreciation with a homecooked meal. It's the least he can do, after being given the job and fancy leftovers at the end of each shift. Even if they were a bit on the bitter side. So he flips back to the start of the recipe and gathers up the necessary ingredients once more.

***Wednesday***

Rody can barely hide his irritation anymore. It's not terribly obvious to the customers, but by the end of the day any pretense of friendliness has been drained from him and he's been a tad snippy to the cooks and even Vince himself on occasion. He's stayed up late every night trying to get the hang of this whole baking thing. Cooking isn't worth it; he tried it after screwing up countless baking attempts and after two close calls with a pan fire he decided it would be best not to work with open flame.

He wants to tear his own hair out. He's bought a bunch of cook books and supplies, learned how to use a mixer, and has put so much time and effort into this and he still can't get it right. The lack of sleep and immense frustration is really starting to catch up to him. Maybe he can pry Vince for alternative recipe ideas and try those. They might be easier than baking lemon-flavored dishes. Or maybe he should just buy a basket of lemons and slap a bow and a 'thank you' note on it.

Ugh. No, he can't do that either. He's already spent the money on the kitchen utensils and books, he might as well make the most of them. He just needs more practice, more time to get this right.

***Friday Afternoon***

Vince still can't bring himself to question Rody about his strange behavior as of late. Whatever has the waiter so high strung, it's clear he's taking it to the grave. The most he can be bothered to do is shrug and remind him he should be working when the questions become a bit too personal. So long as it doesn't affect his ability to do his job, Rody can stress about it all he wants. Even if Vince feels a little uncomfortable seeing the youthful man so restless and tired.

Locked in his office, the chef hums as he goes over this month's budget. He hates this, really he should just hire an accountant. If it weren't for his stubbornness, he'd have found one already. However, he's nothing if not meticulous, which is why the moment he sees something odd with inventory he's lighting a cigarette and cursing.

***After Closing***

"Lamoree."

Rody yelps and spins around to see his boss standing in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed and frown looking a little deeper than usual. Unease bubbles up. "Uh, yeah?"

His voice is firm. "I need to speak with you about something."

Painfully aware of the time and bummed he can't head straight home after a long day, Rody nods and follows the chef. He's quick to realize they're the only two left in the restaurant; all of the cooks must've rushed out as soon as the last customer of the day paid. He can't blame them, both he and Vince were especially short-tempered today. If his stiff strides are anything to go by, whatever's got him so irritated is still present.

"Um... What did you wanna talk about?" Rody says as they stop at the prep counter. Several papers are laid out atop it. There are a lot of numbers and hard to read scribbles that must be Vince's writing. If this is supposed to mean something to him, Rody doesn't get it.

Vince takes note of the blank look Rody gives the papers. Uncrossing his arms, he points to one. "This is the budget for this month. I was going over it and the estimated inventory costs when I noticed something."

"...Ok?"

"It seems we've been going through certain ingredients faster than anticipated."

"Well, it has been pretty busy lately." What is he getting at? Does he expect him to help budget? Rody glances at Vince and decides that, no, that is not the face of someone looking to give a promotion.

Vince pinches the bridge of his nose and tries not to sigh too loudly. "None of the dishes this week have featured lemons, copious amounts of sugar or," he checks one of the papers, "almonds. Those are for next week's menu. As you know, we make everything fresh here. There's also quite a bit of flour missing. More than expected. It seems someone has been 'borrowing' ingredients..."

Rody hopes the heat in his face doesn't turn his cheeks too red. Awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding Vince's intense glare, he stammers, "O-oh... Funny that... M-maybe it went bad and one of the cooks... threw it out and ordered more?"

"Lamoree..."

"Or-or maybe it was rats! Yeah... We should, uh, call an exterminator."

Vince has to resist the urge to slap the idiot. The annoyance makes him momentarily choke on his words. "Y... You're not seriously going to stand there and suggest that my restaurant is full of rats and old food."

Oh... Shit. There's no way he's going to come out of this unscathed and still employed. The words begin pouring out before he can make them coherent.

Vince brings up a hand to silence Rody's panicked backpedaling. "Since it isn't obvious enough, I'm asking you about this because one of the cooks saw you shuffle off with eight pounds of lemons this past Monday. I noticed the weird discrepancy with the supplies and costs and asked around." Nevermind how in the hell he'd managed to ride his bike all the way home like that, or how or when he smuggled everything else out. It would've been more impressive if Vince weren't so annoyed at the blatant theft. Does the fool have no shame?

"I can explain!" Rody blurts out.

"I'm listening." He leans back on an adjacent counter and waits for the explanation he's sure will get the idiot fired.

Rody's face feels like the sun. "Ah... Well, it's kind of stupid now that I think..."

"Keep in mind your job is riding on this," Vince supplies, lighting the proverbial fire beneath him. He's almost amused at the way Rody sputters and trips over his own words. Almost. The faint smile vanishes in an instant.

Rody sucks in a deep breath, halts his wild thoughts, and says, "It was for a surprise for you." It's hardly above a whisper. When Vince lifts a brow and leans in with an ear turned to him, Rody curses the universe at having to repeat himself. He forces his voice to be a little louder this time. "I was trying to make something for you. Like you always do for me?" His ears are burning now. He has half a mind to drown himself in the nearby sink.

Vince blinks. Once. Twice. "I... beg your pardon?" Rody wanted to prepare something for him? He can't even remember the last time someone wished him a happy birthday, let alone made something for him. Not that he cares; no, it's just... The fact that Rody would go through all the trouble. Still...

The awkward squeal he lets out isn't much of a reply, but the poor waiter can hardly save his words from the embarrassment. "Do I really need to say it again?" he manages, hugging his arms tightly across his chest. "I just... thought that I could return the favor. I know you're a chef and all and you don't need me to cook for you and you probably do just fine on your own and-"

"But why lemons?" The look Rody gives him make his chest feel funny.

"...You said they were your favorite."

Oh.

Oh...

OH.

That... well, it did make more sense but... Ok, it was still stealing. He should... He should... Well he should definitely not be feeling...

Why does Rody have to look at him like that?

Fuck.

Cursing, Vince throws a hand over his face at the ridiculousness of it all. He hates the way hope blossoms in his chest. "Let me get this straight," he begins, the appendage still covering his features. "You stole ingredients from the kitchen to take home, all so you could cook something for me?"

"...Yes?"

"Lamoree..." The sigh isn't angry or indignant, only mildly disappointed. Like a parent annoyed their child jumped into the mud because they thought it would be a fun idea. Somewhere beneath that, however, is a small twinge of endearment.

"I'm sorry! Please don't fire me! I promise I'll stop. It was stupid anyway, I can't cook to save my life."

Vince removes his hand to meet Rody's nervous gaze. "What did you try making?"

"I-huh?"

"Forgive me for being curious as to what one could do with eight entire pounds of lemons in the span of a single week."

"Well, burn them mostly..." Rody rubs his arm as he recalls the many molten piles of former food he's pulled out of his oven these past several days.

Vince shakes his head. "You really are something."

"Man, cooking is hard! And baking too! You have to mix everything a certain way or it just ends up gross. Not to mention lemon pies. So many steps to make sure it turns out right..."

A small chuckle comes from the chef as he shakes his head again. "It usually helps to follow the steps, you know." Knowing Rody, he likely skipped a few key parts of the process due to his impatience. 'What's the harm?' he probably thought.

"Ugh... Well you don't have to worry about me stealing anymore ingredients," Rody says with a small groan.

"No. It seems not."

The two stand across from each other, one with an unreadable expression and the other slowly growing worried.

"Wait... Are you gonna...?"

Vince thinks about it, sighs, and pushes himself off the counter. "I'm not going to fire you, Rody," he says to the other man's wide-eyed terror. "I think whatever state you left your apartment in is punishment enough."

It did smell like burnt lemons and sugar in there. He's pretty sure it's seeped into some of his clothes by now.

"However... I do have one condition in exchange for your employment." He lets himself smirk at the waiter's bewilderment.

"...What's that?" Rody questions the sudden look of mischief.

"I'd like to see something by Tuesday next week." His smirk turns into a rare smile at Rody's shocked expression.

"I... I mean, I can try?" Vince... isn't mad at him? Looking back, eight pounds of lemons, a large bag of almonds and several bags of sugar and flour smuggled out of the restaurant probably is a lot of money. And yet, Vince isn't just letting him stay; he also wants Rody to bring something in for him?"

"I think it's the least you can do after you raided the supplies, no?"

"You're not gonna be upset if it's terrible?" While he hasn't made a successful batch of anything as of yet, he can at least say he's gotten better with his failed attempts. Tuesday is a bit of a stretch but maybe he can pull a rabbit out of the hat.

Vince shakes his head. "Just... don't steal anymore ingredients, got it?'

"Yes sir!" He turns to leave.

"Lamoree?" He waits for the waiter to face him once more. "Perhaps try cookies this time. I think you'll find they're much simpler than a pie, especially with your inexperience in the kitchen." He watches Rody nod before exiting through the back door. His mind drifts back to the lemons and he imagines the young fool pedaling down the street, bicycle swaying awkwardly as he tries to keep his balance. Vince supposes he is fit enough to manage.

...The idiot.

***Tuesday Morning***

"Hey, Vince?"

Vince jumps at the sudden call, dropping the chair with a thud. He lets out an annoyed grunt in response and goes to pick it up before positioning it at the table. He'd been too lost in his thoughts to hear the door. "You're awfully early today," he says as he turns to face the waiter. He quirks a brow and glances at the small aluminum tray he's holding.

Rody chuckles uncomfortably and lifts the tray. "You wanted me to bring something, remember?" He tries to settle the shakiness in his arms so the contents stop rattling. "They're lemon cookies. You were right; it was a way easier recipe to follow once I found one." He swallows the lump in his throat as Vince approaches. "They're not the best," he blurts as a hand reaches for the foil covering them. "They're still a little burnt. And I didn't really know how much lemon you liked but I added more than the recipe called for so you could maybe taste it more."

Silencing the rest of his nervous rambling, Vincent lifts the foil off and inspects the cookies. A dozen of them are stacked neatly in the tray. On the top they look completely fine. As he picks one up, however, the bottom is an almost-black that suggests too dark a baking sheet and far too much time in the oven. Still, the consistency is fine and as he takes a bite there's the faintest tingle on his tongue. He can't tell what it tastes like but knows it's lemon because that's the only thing that's ever given him the sensation. Burnt bottom aside, the cookie is chewy and somehow the perfect level of moisture.

To think, the young waiter did all this for him.

If Rody has to stand here and wait for Vincent's thoughts a second longer, he thinks he might explode. Watching him swallow the final bite, he speaks. "Well? How is it?"

For the first time in a long while, Vince smiles warmly. "It's good, Lamoree. A little burnt, but you did very well otherwise. I'm impressed. You did this all by yourself?" Something like happiness fills his chest.

He stands a little taller at the praise. "Yeah! I bought some cookbooks and just kept trying different things. I went through a lot of failed attempts though." And a couple ruined baking sheets.

"That's to be expected. Nobody learns anything overnight and practice makes perfect." The smile doesn't fade as he grabs another treat. This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for him.

"So?" A confused hum is his answer. "The cookies, can you taste them?" He highly doubts that his miserable baking is enough to spark Vince's long-dead tastebuds, but part of him hopes it's true. He's never seen the chef actually smile before and his heart buzzes at the fact that he was the cause.

Ah, right. The entire reason to all of this. Vince's good mood deflates a bit as he contemplates how to break the news to Rody. The waiter is just so proud of himself that he feels bad about having to crush his joy. He takes his time finishing the rest of the cookie. "...Actually..." He buys himself a couple more seconds as he swallows the last bite. "I almost can. It's not entirely there but... I can discern there's something compared to the nothingness I usually get." Perhaps he doesn't need to be fully honest. As Rody's face lights up with glee, he can feel his own face grow warm.

"Really?! You mean it?"

"Yes, Rody, it seems not all hope is lost on your baking skills." A startled grunt escapes him as Rody hugs him tightly. He'd been so quick to set the tray aside and close what little distance there was that Vince had no time to react. By the time his brain catches up to what's happening, the waiter's already releasing him and gushing with excitement.

"I'm so happy you like them! I'm gonna keep practicing until I make something perfect! I'll bring in all my good attempts and maybe you can even put one on the menu!" He pauses as his brain processes what he just said. "I mean... If that's ok? I'll be buying my own ingredients, of course." He hopes he didn't upset the chef again. The look he's giving him is... indescribable.

Vince spends several seconds staring at Rody before realizing he has to respond. The gears churn as he formulates his reply. "I'd be fine with that," is the best he can come up with. Rody seems to take it fine, if a little more subdued than before. Still, he wants to see the excitement decorating his features once more. Even if it's for a moment.

Rody says nothing as Vince picks up the tray of cookies, letting him walk away. He's glad he likes them.

"I'll tell you what, Rody," Vince says as he carries the tray to his office. "If you keep practicing in the kitchen, I'll let you take a few ingredients here and there." For half a second, he debates teaching the newbie baker/cook himself. The thought of working alongside him, helping him, is alluring. But he's not so foolish as to think it would work out.

He's thankful his back is turned so that the blush remains hidden. It seems Rody isn't the only idiot present today.

"Seriously?" To say he's stunned would be an understatement. He can't believe Vince is being so generous about it, and all because of some cookies? He can't help but wonder if there isn't more to it, but the thought is easily dismissed. Surely, Vince isn't... doesn't...

Nah. He's just happy to have something he can taste for once.

"If you've got time to stand there like a lost puppy then you have time to help get things ready," Vince says to the statue that is the waiter.

Rody snaps out of his thoughts and it's only now that he realizes they're the only two in the restaurant. They had another ten minutes before the cooks shuffled in and another thirty before opening. He should take the time to help get things in order and plan out the seating arrangements, should they get hit with more big parties like the last couple of days. The garbage probably needed to go out too; he'd forgotten last shift.

***

Vince spends most of the day in his office, no doubt gorging on cookies, while Rody spends his time between customers deciding what he should bake next.

Despite the not insignificant amount of ingredients missing, Vincent is quite happy Rody went through the trouble. If it were anyone else, he'd have half a mind to pin them to the wall with knives. But Rody isn't just anybody and the gesture is as sweet as he's sure the cookies are.

He can't wait to see what else his waiter brings.

#this goofy scenario wouldn't leave me alone so I wrote a fic for it #it's also on ao3 under the same name #dead plate #fanfic #my writing #ao3

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