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holylulusworld · 4 months

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Double the trouble

Summary: Two for the price of one.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Mafia!Nick Fowler x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal, lies, secrets, kinda of stalking

Catch up here: Fool me twice

That night you get to know the truth about your boyfriend. He and his twin brother are the head of the mob in town. In an attempt to keep you safe, they agreed to hide the fact that Bucky has a brother.

Nick took his place whenever Bucky had to attend one of their not-so-legal business meetings. In the beginning, Nick saw protecting you as his duty. He was loyal to his brother. Until. One day. He felt something else for you.

A connection. Love maybe.

He didn’t know and tried to hide his feelings from you and his brother. Every time you tried to get intimate, he found an excuse to not touch you. Nick even refused to kiss you to not betray his brother.

But this morning, he just couldn’t hold back any longer. You feel apart in his arms so sweetly, and he admitted his sin.

His brother didn’t take Nick’s betrayal well. The confession led to a fight. The first one between the brothers since they were kids.

“How could you do this to me?” You step away when Bucky tries to reach out for you. “Don’t touch me.” You visibly shudder. “I believed he’s you. He made me believe it. I sleep with a man I don’t even know.”

Bucky winces as you start to cry. “Baby doll, I’m so fucking sorry. It never was in my plans that he touched you. I almost killed Nick for touching you.”

“Y/N, I’m not a stranger to you,” Nick sounds almost hurt. “We know each other almost as long as you know Bucky. We went to that junk market, and we had dinner at that awful restaurant you wanted to try. I let you cry into my chest when after you watched this ridiculous rom-com movie.”

“Yeah!” You shake your head. “Because I believed you are Bucky. I didn’t even know your name until tonight. When we had sex, you…you kinda…” You sniffle and look away. “I feel dirty and used.”

“Y/N,” Bucky steps toward you, but you step away. “I won’t hurt your, doll. God, I would kill myself before hurting you.”

“And yet, you let your brother take your place and—” you bite your tongue. “Even if I initiated what happened this morning, he should’ve stopped me. But no. He took advantage of me, and the fact that I didn’t know it wasn’t you.”

“His face doesn’t look like that because I went easy on him,” Bucky tries to calm you but it’s no use. Anytime he gets close to you, you step away and shake your head. “I broke his face, and more than one rip. I’m not done with him yet for what he did this morning. But it’s not completely his fault. I shouldn’t have asked him to keep an eye on you.”

“Exactly,” you point out. “You’re as guilty as he is. I ended up sleeping with a stranger because you let him into my life. Bucky, how can you say that you wanted to protect me from getting hurt, but you let your brother do this to me?”

“Baby, I—” Bucky sniffs as you start to cry again. “Please. I’ll do anything. Y/N, please don’t cry.”

“Colibri,” Nick slowly steps toward you. “Hi.” He softly says as you. “Please let us explain. We never wanted things to get so complicated. It’s my fault that I fell for you so easily.”

“You make it sound like you didn’t abuse me this morning,” you snap at Nick. “Yes, I asked you to join me in the showers, but I believed you are the man I love.”

“I am the man you love,” he raises his voice and regrets it in an instant. You flinch and take a step toward the door. “We spend as much time together as you spend with Bucky. I made you laugh, and giggle. You fell asleep in my arms. I won that ugly bear for you at the fair.”

“Nick, you’re not helpful,” Bucky tries to calm his aching heart. Nick is not wrong. You got to know his brother over the months you spent with him too. “We need to calm her first.”

“I’m trying to calm her,” Nick argues. “All you did was hit me, instead of respecting the feelings I have for Y/N.”

“Well, I see this is all about the two of you,” you sneer. “I’m not needed here any longer. Whatever is wrong with you, you should get your shit figured out. And please don’t do this to another woman.”

“Doll! Wait!” Bucky gasps as you leave the room and slam the door shut. He wants to run after you, wants to chase you and bring you into his arms but he knows, he cannot face you again before he and Nick settle their score…”

Five months later the dust settled. You left town that night, never looking back. It was hard to leave your job, home, and the town you learned to love.

But Bucky Barnes and his brother are dangerous men. Or so you heard.

If you wanted to start a new life, far away from the men breaking your heart and betraying you, it was necessary to leave and never look back.

This is how you ended up in the sleepiest town you can imagine.

It’s a nice one, with friendly people and not much crime. The perfect environment to start a new life, or at least get a break from your former life.

“Morning, Y/N,” Carol, the waitress at your favorite diner chirps as you sit down at the diner counter. Well, it’s the only diner in town, and the food is not too bad. “The usual.”

“You know me,” you wink at her and chuckle. “I’m a simple girl, and I love your breakfast.”

“How are the eggs?” Someone plops down on the diner stool to your right. “What can you recommend, Colibri?”

Your body goes stiff. “No…”

“Doll, is the bacon good at this diner?” Bucky plops down on the diner stool to your left. You’re trapped between the mobsters. Again.

“How’d you find me?” You sniff and look around the diner. “Why now?”

“We found you right after you left?” Nick shrugs. “Bucky decided it’s for the best to leave you alone and keep an eye on you.”

“You stalked me?” You glare at Bucky. “Seriously?”

“We kept you safe, doll. That’s a difference.”

“No. It’s not!”

“It is,” Nick winks at the waitress. “I’ll take the pancakes, eggs, and coffee. Black.”

“Like his soul,” you grunt. “Carol don’t give them anything. They won’t stay.”

“Miss, I’m having what she’s having,” Bucky says. He points at your plate, filled with all the things you wanted to eat this morning. Now you have lost your appetite.

“Why are you here?” You sigh and hide your face in the palms of your hands. “I told the last time we saw each other that I never want to see you again.”

“The last time we saw each other you sneaked out of the house and left in the dead of the night. That’s what happened.”

“Who asked you, imposer,” you glare at Nick. “I left because you both lied to me for months! I had sex with you.”

“I remember,” he dares to smirk. “You didn’t moan my brother’s name, Colibri. You called me your strong bear because I won the plushie at the fair for you. In that moment, you fucked me, not Bucky.”

“Nick don’t,” Bucky warns. “Y/N, we need to talk.” He looks around the diner. “Not here, though. Please give us a chance to explain why we cannot let you go.”

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Crossing Lines (8/?)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader

Word Count: 4,113

Recommended: 18+ readers

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

Warnings: Swearing, angst, descriptions of violence

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanna bet?” He growls.

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

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

“Sorry to interrupt boss.”

“What is it Morita?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I can handle him.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Wasn’t the first time.”

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

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

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

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

So much for calming down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cестра, tell me!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m right here!”

“Father-”

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

“I’m doing the best I can, Fury.”

“Excuse me, but what agreement exactly?”

“And that’s not good enough.”

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

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

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

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

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

“You both suck the joy out of everything.”

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

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

“Now!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know that’s not true.”

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

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

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

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

“What have you got for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well shit.”

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

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

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

“Evidently not.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I know.”

It’s silent, for a few moments.

“Hey, is Lincoln still running the streets?”

“Yeah. Why?”

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

“No.”

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

“You want me to look into it?”

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

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

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

“They’d benefit from us being weak.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No one that concerns you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The boss wants to see you as well.”

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

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

Part 9

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Do you have any thoughts/headcanons for buckshot roulette themed au for skeletons or just in general just headcanon for the dealer?

OH MAN DO I

(these are gonna be about og dealer because i gotta fixation rn sjhf)

Strong, stable hands. Calloused hands. Dextrous hands. But can crush a can of beer. Good for hand holding… they’re warm

Teeth fall out and regrow like a shark’s would (might give them to you because he’s not all caught up on romance customs kdjfg)

Outside of his face and hands, he has a nebulous, vague body, but he can choose to have a humanoid body (He’d like using his humanoid body around you,,,)

Big chest. Big broad chest you can sleep on. He wants you to sleep on him like he’s your personal bed,

Mobster-themed outfits, naturally… (personally I love suspenders the most)

He really ‘dies’ when he loses the third round, but he always comes back. Just takes a while after he’s been shot 9+ times…

Smells like a casino

Has 0 tolerance for cheaters (because who doesn’t love a fair dealer who can turn into an angry monster?)

Pretty good at disguising his anger whenever he gets shot. But you can tell from the way his finger and mouth twitches, how eager he is when grabbing the shotgun. Especially on the third round, he seems all too happy to point that muzzle on the player with gleeful hatred on his face

I assume in canon the two red dots in the end are some sort of mechanic… robo… thing…(???) but I really like the idea of a red glow when he loses/feels a strong emotion, in short bursts. Sometimes, looking at you…

(I like imagining that you either work for him or work at the club he’s lingers in)

He doesn’t need anyone to nurse him to life after he dies. But he likes having you do it, wiping his blood and patching him up… likes seeing a pretty face while he recovers. Holds onto you while you fix him up. Stares… a lot.

He likes smelling you. Nose is used for sniffing cute humans

Gentle with his ‘kissing’. Because of his teeth it’s more like a very careful nuzzle… don’t want to nick you with his knife-teeth.

He wouldn’t want you to play the game. He’d actively dissuade you, but won’t stop you if you’re persistent.

When he’s pointing at you and it’s a live, it always misses, somehow. He acts like it’s a mistake- but everyone knows the Dealer doesn’t miss.

He likes it when you squeak every time a live misses you. He also likes that you look hesitant every time you point it at him… but always reminds you its the game.

Usually the more he’s shot the angrier and moodier he gets, the more he wants to make sure the player stays dead.

But when he’s playing with you, it’s more like… he’s shows off that even though he’s bleeding. Smiles at you after he gets back up

If you saw him play against anyone else… it’s obvious he wasn’t playing normally with you. You’re not his usual player…

Picks you up like a potato sack

100000% purrs because I’m indulgent that way. Sounds more like a truck engine

Also in terms of Sans AUs? HMF!Sans fits the role the most, and if it was an au, everything I wrote above applies to him heheheh

#buckshot roulett #dealer buckshot roulette #look i gotta get the thoughts out #or else im gonna be eaten by my fixation dkjfgh #i like the idea of hmf as dealer in an au #i also like dealer as dealer #ask #also man is there like a #dealer buckshot roulette x dealer #tag?????#the dealer x reader #dealer ask

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I know, lovelies. Rude to not put an "all" option. 😇

#navybrat polls #bucky barnes #steve rogers #nick fowler #ari levinson #hal carter #curtis everett #scott huffman #andy barber #jefferson #jefferson ouat #ransom drysdale #raymond smith #jake jensen #silly boys with silly toys au #choose your husband

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The Joke (Husband!Sherlock | Wife!Reader) ♥️

Submission (Dark Dom!Steve | Innocent Sub!Reader) ♥️

Greens (Daddy!Sy | Little!Reader) ♥️

Tame Me If You Can (Brat Tamer!Sy | Brat!Reader) ♥️

Triumph Of The Beast (Soft-Dark!Captain Syverson | Sheikha!Reader) ❤️

Only You (Mafia Boss!Lloyd | Reader) 🩷

Home (Ex!Lloyd Hansen | Reader) 🖤

Paradise Lost (Lloyd | Reader) ❤️

Little Mommy (Dad!Walter | Reader) ♥️

The Merchling (Boss!Kaz | Merchling!Reader) ♥️

Honeypie (Sheriff!Lee | Shy!School Teacher!Reader) 🩷♥️

Cuffed (Sheriff!Lee | Naive!Reader) <3 ♥️

Beauty (Mobster!Nick Fowler | Captive!You) 🖤

Balance (Dark!Curtis Everett | Cruel Brat!Reader) 🖤

Wrong Place, Right Time (Dark Burglar!Curtis | Naive!You) 🖤

Fiddle (Soft-Dark Army Chief!Curtis Everett | Spoiled Crown Princess!You) ❤️

Paradise Regained (Andy Barber | Fiancée!Reader) ❤️

The Secretary (Boss!Andy | Secretary!You) ❤️

#kais masterlist #non-mcu masterlist

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What the Doms and subs at Ruby Garden dress as for Halloween?

ah, Ruby Garden on Halloween shenanigans

I once said Cherie would dress up as Dom!Ari and announce she's dressed as the scariest big monster 😂 I also can imagine her dressing up as some sort of pixie slash wicked fae. Obligatory with lots of sparkling glitter! 😆With wings on her back which Ari could grab when she tried to run away after mouthing off. I don't know what Ari would dress as up, but his shirt would undoubtedly be unbuttoned and slutty. Maybe he could be Oberon from Midsummer night's dream?

I'd love Darling in something sexy and beautiful, so she could feel stunning and hot - perhaps some elegant vampire lady or noir type femme fatale. Steve would match her accordingly (if she's a vamp, he's also a vamp, if she's femme fatale he's a fedora wearing mobster).

Perhaps predictable, but I like the classic theme of Red Riding Hood with two big bad wolves for Doe, Bucky and Curtis. They could also go as Red Hood, wolf and huntsman. It fits them and their kinks.

Andy doesn't mind the themes and costume parties, but he's not much into really dressing up himself. So he's gonna be Batman, but in a Bruce Wayne costume 😆 So a nice, expensive suit. And Birdie would be Catwoman - lots of lap worming, being petted, but also more reason to be a bit playful.

I think Lloyd would have fun dressing up, since he's wicked. I could see him in some type of devil costume, with horns and a pitchfork with which he could poke. If he's the devil, then Pumpkin is his caught angel, whom he'll get to torture as he pleases. Though I can also see him dressed up as Gomez Addams and have Pumpkin be Morticia.

See Nick totally surprise Bonbon and melt her heart by getting them high quality, beautiful regency costumes, so they can go as Anthony and Kate from Bridgerton, or Mr Darcy and Elizabeth from Pride and Prejudice, because he noticed she loves those books and movies.

#anonymous #reply #ruby garden #ruby garden project #ruby garden series

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Hey, hon! For your kinktober: can I request something with Nick Fowler, please? Something where you point out how romantic he is despite being a criminal, so body worshipping, oral (f receiving) and whatever you feel like. 😘💞

Soft Boy

Nick Fowler x reader

summary: above

warnings: oral, fluff, talk about murder, smut, body worship, boner, kinda good play(?)

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic

Main Masterlist Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Nick Fowler Masterlist

“You look beautiful, love” Nick says from the doorway, admiring you as you do your makeup.

“You saying that because I’m wearing your favorite lipstick, handsome?” you tease, looking at his Reflexion in the mirror. Nick chuckles before softly shaking his head.

“No, you look beautiful with or without makeup” he says, making his way across the room, standing behind you and leaning closer. “Though, I love seeing the red stain around my dick”.

A gasp leaves your mouth before softly pushing his head away from your neck, which he started to kiss.

“Oh, come on, love. You know you love seeing the stain, seeing how you marked me”.

You jokingly shake your head, standing up and looking him up and down. Nick is wearing a black suit with a red dress shirt. Your hand moves to his face and caresses his cheek, his stubbles scratching your palm. Flashbacks of last night fill your head, where He reaches for your hand before pulling it to his lips, kissing it.

“You know I love you” he says.

“And I love you too” you say, kissing him. His hands hold your hip, rubbing his thumb over the soft silk of your nightgown.

You pull away from him. “I need to get ready, handsome” you say, making your way to the closet.

“I could stay and watch you, you know? Got to make sure you won’t get lost in the closet” Nick says shrugging, catching robe as you throw it at him.

“We both know it will lead to not putting something on at all and now get out. Give me 15 minutes and I’m ready”.

Nick nods and walks to the door, but not before stealing another glance at your naked glory. You have been together now for three years and he still can’t get enough of you and never in a million years will.

“Take your time, love” he says before shooting you a quick wink as he closes the door. Now that he’s gone, you can finally get out the dress you secretly bought for this day, stored behind a pile of shoe boxes. You move the boxes to pull out the dress. It’s a deep red satin dress, covered in black crystals. You can’t wait to show it, Nick, so you get dressed.

Once you have it on you and checked your makeup, you make your way through the hallway and downstairs, where Nick is already waiting. Nick turns around as he hears your footsteps.

Nick swears every time he sees you, he falls in love with you all over again. He can’t stop staring at you as you make your way down. Nick gives you his hand on the last steps, helping you down.

“You look breathtaking, my love” he kisses you.

“You like the dress?” you ask, twirling around, the red flowing around, making it look like flames. “I think it’s beautiful”

“You are beautiful” Nick says, looking at you like you’re the light of his life. Which you are.

You hear those compliments every day and still can’t stop a blush from spreading out on your cheeks. Nick takes your hand and leads you to the dining hall.

Your eyes winded as you take in the dining hall. It’s decorated in Halloween decoration, from the pumpkins in the corners to the cotton spiderwebs that are hanging from the ceiling. The table is filled with various different foods. There are bread sticks that look like fingers, mummy sausages, oranges that look like pumpkins, grave looking tiramisu in small glasses and more.

“You like it, baby?” Nick asks, hugging you from behind. Since forever you’ve been terribly afraid of Halloween. You hate scary stuff and everything horror related.

Well, and now you are dating a mobster.

You’ve finally had the courage to tell Nick about that a few weeks ago. He secretly already knew because you always told him you were sick on Halloween when you started dating. Of course, he didn’t tell you he knew about it. He appreciated that you finally told him, though, and decided to try to still give you a great night.

“I love it” you say, turning your head to look at him. He kisses your head before you both walk to the dining table. Nick pulls the chair for you, then fills your glass with your favorite wine before sitting down himself.

You put some mummy sausages with ketchup on your plate and some pumpkin. Nick smiles at your happy expression as you cover the sausage with the ketchup, making it look like it’s bleeding. Your inner child is coming out.

Nick eats some bloody steak with a side of pumpkin soup and witch bread stick fingers.

“You like it? If not, I make the staff get you whatever you like” Nick says, watching you bite into the sausage.

You send him a death glare, swallowing before saying “if you take my sausages away, I stab you with my fork”.

Nick chuckles, raising his hands. “Got it, love”.

You continue the dinner while talking about various things. He smiles as you get all excited about the dessert, looking at you with heart eyes as you dig into a spider cupcake filled with strawberry jam.

You moan at the taste of the cupcake. Your attention moves away from the cupcake as Nicks wipes some jam from the corner of your mouth before kissing you, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate and strawberry jam. He grabs your cheek, pulling you closer. Meanwhile his other hand goes to your chair, moving it closer. Once close, he swiftly pulls you onto his lap, so you are straddling him.

You break the kiss for some air, holding Nick’s jar to stop him from kissing you again. He looks at your lips, begging for you to give him the permission to kiss you again.

“Nick” you say.

His eyes move from your lips to your eyes. “Yes, love?”.

“Thank you”.

He furrows his eyebrows. “For what?” he asks.

“For making the scariest night a dream. For loving me even though I’m scared of your job and never want to visit you at work. For always taking time for me, even if you don’t have time. For showing up at 4am because there was a spider in my apartment. For loving me for who I am and not trying to change me” you say.

Nick looks at you saying nothing. An unreadable expression on his face. Each second that goes by makes you question if it was really the best thing to say. All your doubts fly by as he caresses your cheek.

“I’m the one who should say that. You love even though I’m a criminal. You love me without being scared of me. You don’t care that I’m bad at singing karaoke with you. You never asked me for anything expensive. No diamonds, clothes, shoes, cars or trips. Only for food” you chuckle. “You don’t know how much I love you. I would do everything for you. I would burn the world for you”.

You pull him towards you and kiss him with passion, catching him off guard. He kisses you back immediately, picking you up and sitting you down on the table.

A gasp leaves HIS mouth as you palm his dick. You move your hand under his suit jacket, sliding it down his arms.

“My handsome boy” you whisper against his lips, unbuttoning his shirt, “so pretty”.

Nick moans as your lips attach to his neck, sucking love bite onto it. You throw his shirt away once you opened it before immediately moving to open the fly of his pants. While you are working on his pants, he moves his hands to your back, pulling the zipper of your dress down, knowing you will give him a lecture for ruining your dress if he rips it open. Once the zipper is down, he throws the food away from behind your back on the table and then pushing you down. You gasp as your back softly hits the table, having no time to recover before Nick lifts your ass to pull your dress down.

“No panties, you dirty girl” he says as he gets rid of his half undone pants. “My dirty, beautiful girl”.

With no warning, he puts your legs over his shoulders and eats you out, gripping your thighs tightly. You let out a deep moan as he sucks on your clit. Your one hand grabs the table while the other grabs Nick’s brown hair, pulling him even closer to your pussy.

“Fuck, baby!” you moan as he sucks harder. “So good, handsome!”. You feel like you are going to heaven as Nick moans into your pussy. The vibration making your orgasm approach faster.

Nick pulls you closer by your hips, while his mouth continues to make you see stars. It doesn’t take long before your tasty cum hits his mouth. He doesn’t stop devouring your pussy until he licked up all your cum.

Nick looks at your exhausted form. Your chest moving up and down fast, heavy breathing due to Nick’s magic tongue.

“Look at you, my pretty woman” he says, leaning over you and kissing your chest.

Your fingers lazily run through his hair, making Nick purr. You sit up with the help of Nick; him standing between your legs. Your gaze moves down as you feel something hard poke the lips of your pussy. Nicks hard dick is standing high, his red tip is already leaking pre cum.

You smirk, stroking his dick, making him let out a shaky breath.

“Oh, pretty boy. Let me help you with that, my sweet soft boy”.

#nick fowler #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x y/n #kinktober prompts #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #xcaptain winterx #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan characters x reader

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Barnes vs Barnes (11) - Five

Summary: The unavoidable happened. What will Bucky do now?

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Wife/Ex-Wife Reader

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Steve Rogers, Nick Fowler, Jake Jensen, Mace Brown

Warnings: angst, mentions of past cheating, Lloyd being Lloyd, threats, mentions of divorce/separation, mentions of character’s death, delusional Nick, strong reader, protective Steve

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<< Part 10

“If no one wants to talk about the elephant in the room, I’ll take the lead,” Jake startles you when he places his hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, this will be hard for you. Are you sure you want to stay?”

“This is my life,” you say, holding Bucky’s gaze. “I played by someone else’s rules all my life. If Fowler is after all of us, I need to know why.”

“We should find out where Natasha is hiding,” Steve throws in. “Maybe she can be useful. We could use her against Fowler.”

“Well,” Lloyd chuckles, “about that…she’s gone.”

“Gone?” you question. “What do you mean, Lloyd? Did she leave town already?"

“I think he killed her,” Bucky grunts. “Right? You wanted to play the hero for my wife and killed Natasha!”

“Someone had to do it, Barnes. All of you didn’t have the balls to put your hands on that bitch. She wanted to kill Y/N. I only protected my sugar plum.”

Your voice trembles as you say, “You killed her?” It’s not a secret that you hated Natasha Romanoff with passion, but you feel guilt grip your heart. Lloyd killed her for you.

“Fowler won’t like that you destroyed his toy,” Jake rolls his eyes. “Seriously. We talked about impulse control, Lloyd. You can’t run around town and kill people!”

“I didn’t run around town to kill random people. I prepared a trap for that bitch, and she walked right into it. She believed I want to help her kill Y/N,” Lloyd shrugs as everyone in the room looks at him. “Fowler won’t know it was one of us. Now, shut up, and let’s get back to business.”

“Right,” Jake glances at you. “You okay, Y/N?”

“I don’t know…” you admit. “I’m glad she’s gone but feel guilty at the same time. I need to process the new information first. But…uh…thank you, Lloyd. I know you meant well.”

“Anytime, sugar plum,” Llyod winks at you. “If we could all focus on the problem at hand. We need to take Fowler down. I don’t care if he’s Barnes’s brother or not. He must fall.”

“Agreed,” Steve hates to admit it, but Nick is a threat to you. “I don’t know about his endgame. We can’t sit around and wait for Fowler to attack us.”

Bucky sighs deeply. He drops his eyes to the wedding band around his finger, as he considers Lloyd’s suggestion. “He’s still my brother.”

“He wouldn’t hesitate to kill you, Bucky. You know that. He was the one messing with your marriage,” Steve points at Jake. “Let him show you what he did!”

“He fucked Natasha too, didn’t he?” you ask. “That’s what you are trying to hide from me. Steve, be honest with me.”

“That bastard dicked her down like there’s no tomorrow,” Lloyd huffs. “She faked it though. I bet he didn’t feed her kitty well.”

“Lloyd!” Jake exclaims loudly. “Dude, Y/N is right here. Watch your tongue.”

“O got a very talented tongue, and you’d love to feel it on…” Lloyd trails off. He huffs and shakes his head. “Anyways. What I wanted to say is that Fowler and Romanoff worked together. Before I got rid of her slutty ass, she admitted that Fowler asked her to mess with Barnes back then too.”

“What?” Bucky feels his heart break all over again. “She seduced me because of Nick. He wanted her to do so. But…why?”

Lloyd scrunches up his nose. “That’s the million-dollar question, Barnes. It seems our sweet sugar plum seems to be his endgame.” He points out, glaring at Steve. “He’s all over her, Rogers. I think this has less to do with Barnes and more to do with Y/N.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Nick wants to hurt me. He’s after me because of me,” Bucky grunts. “He was always jealous of me. Nick wants what I have.”

“Had,” you correct. “Even if Natasha only seduced you because of Nick, you still had sex with her, Bucky. Nothing will change your part in this game.”

“Back to business,” Lloyd slams his fist onto the table, making you jump. “While you tried to play footsy with Y/N,” he points at Steve, “Jake and I made sure this place is safe. It’s a fortress.”

“Nick must fall." Bucky admits. He shakes his head, asking himself once more if he could have done anything to save his brother. “It can’t be helped. I tried so often to…never mind.”

“Y/N is the key,” Jake says. “I don’t know why, but he’s obsessed with her. All his outgoing calls have one thing in common. He told everyone to get hold of her.”

“Don’t you dare say it,” Steve jumps up from his seat to tower over Jake. "We won't use Y/N as bait. NEVER!”

“AGREED!” Bucky exclaims loudly. “I will go to him and kill him. End of story. He’s my brother. I got her into this mess. I’ll make sure Y/N is safe from now on.”

“No,” you clear your throat. “Nick is after me for a reason. I don’t know his reasons, but we will find out before we kill him. Maybe if I talk to him, he’ll give up.”

“Doll, I love you but that’s the stupidest thing you ever said,” Bucky tuts. “I know I have no right to tell you what to do…”

“Damn right,” you grunt and slam your fist onto the table. “You’ve got no right to tell me what to do, Bucky! Not after what you did to us! You ruined our marriage for that bitch again. Now he tries to get his hands on me, and I have no clue why. He wanted Natasha to seduce you. Twice. It was a goddamn trap to destroy our relationship.”

“We should all calm down,” Steve tries to calm you. “Y/N, I agree with Bucky on this. I won’t risk your life.”

“This is a stupid idea, Y/N,” you roll your eyes as Jake talks to you. He gave you an earpiece and a transponder. Lloyd gave you a gun. Nothing like good friends.

Now Jake is muttering in your ear, telling you to come back and forget about your plan to talk to Nick.

“Listen, we need to find out what the fuck is going on. Nick Fowler ruined my relationship with Bucky twice. I want him to pay for it.”

“Rogers is about to kill us all. Don’t get yourself killed or he will go rampage,” Jake whispers now. “And we don’t want to talk about Barnes.”

“I’ve got this, Jakie. You know me,” you whisper as Nick approaches your table. "He’s here now. Just listen. I’ll be safe.”

You try to keep a straight face. This was your idea. If you want answers, you need to meet the enemy. “I was pleased to hear you wanted to talk to me,” Nick, ever the charmer, purrs as he takes your hand to kiss it. “I’ve been waiting to get you alone again.”

“I want answers,” you quip. “Whatever is going on between you and your brother, keep me out of this. But I want to know why you ruined my relationship. I deserve that much.”

He grips your hand, sighing deeply. “Sweets, I had hoped you want to meet up with me.”

“Sweets…” you frown deeply. You remember that nickname. When you first met Bucky he called you that. “What do you want from me? You don’t even know me.”

You try to wiggle out of his grip. “Don’t you remember? I met you first, sweets. We talked for hours, and then I had to leave. You fell in love with me, not Bucky.”

“I-I,” you shake your head. “We didn’t talk for hours, Nick. It was like five minutes. You ran into me, and we talked for a moment.”

“No-no…we talked for much longer,” he grips your hand even tighter, making you wince. “You must believe me.”

“We were just kids, Nick. Christ. I barely remember what we were talking about,” you sniff. "I didn’t fall in love with Bucky that day, or the day after. It took me months to talk to him again. Back then I had a huge crush on Steve, my best friend since childhood. Whatever you believed happened back then wasn’t real.”

“You fell in love with him because of me,” Nick insists. He tries to make you see that you should be in love with him, not his brother. “You should have become my wife.”

“No, she shouldn’t,” Steve presses a gun into Nick’s side. “I will tell you this only once. Let go of her. Y/N doesn’t want to be with you. She’s not yours, and never will be.”

“She will,” Nick grunts, but releases your hand, “be mine. Wait and see.”

Steve would love to kill Nick right here, in the middle of the café. But he won’t risk killing innocent bystanders or putting you in danger. “Soon this will end…”

You step away from Nick, nodding at Steve as you feel another presence behind you. “Let’s go, sugar plum. Your hero has arrived,” Lloyd smirks at Nick. “Oh, and Rogers tagged along…”

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The Waynes: Chapter 2

Title: The Waynes

Pairing: Mobster!Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: A bit of a nod to violence, but nothing descriptive. Somewhat signs of stalking?

Summary: Your mundane life changed the day a certain man walked through the doors of the bakery. You now had something to look forward to everyday.

A/N: Thank you all so much for the love on the first chapter!! It was a story that really sat with me for a while. I’m still figuring things out as I go so updates wont be happening as fast as I would hope. Slowly, but surely!

Taglist (if I missed you apologies, I saw some that came through a long time ago that might not be on this list. Please comment if you want to be added and ill drop your name into this list asap!): @msghostface @khaylin27 @thequeenofbigmacs @escapism-r-us @orighami @neobreakmyback @bubbles-incorrect-yb @hypnobanditprofessorhorse-blog

Masterlist | Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Hi Stranger

The bell to the front door sounded, and your mood instantly shifted. Every day around this time, a certain tall, dark, and handsome man would come by and buy a couple of croissants. You smiled as you let your fantasies run wild for one second, imagining the handsome stranger whisking you away to a better place. You tried to push away the negative thoughts.

Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome was probably a taken man with your luck.

You weren’t really sure you would see him again after that incident with Randy. In fact, now that you thought about it, you never saw Randy again after that night. You wondered if he found another girl to harass. But it didn’t matter, he was out of your hair.

You quickly ran to the front to greet the customer, hoping it was your crush. You smiled when you saw the man with black hair and a white tuff. Jason was his name. You took a second to admire his suit. You were sure he was very well off. He always came in wearing a different suit, each of them specially tailored just for him. Probably some sort of finance man.

“Hi there.” You said cheerfully. “The usual?”

Jason looked up from his phone, where he was sending a quick message to his driver, and instantly smiled when he saw you. You still didn’t know that you were basically the only person he smiled for. You just assumed he was a nice man.

“Hey Doll. Of course. Can’t get enough of those croissants.”

Butterflies ran through your stomach as you tried your hardest not to blush when he called you Doll.

“Did you have a good day today?” You said making friendly conversation.

Jason tried his best to not flinch. He had just finished a semi intense interrogation with one of their suppliers. The team had intel that this man was feeding shipment info to the Falcones. He wasn’t exactly having the best day. But his mood always picked up when he saw the front of your shop.

“Eh, as good as can be. Can’t complain.” Jason said with a slight chuckle, he didn’t want to bring down the mood with his awful day. “And you?”

You gave a tired laugh.

“Nothing much! Just happy the day is almost over. It’s been pretty busy with the Holidays coming up soon. It will be really busy once Thanksgiving rolls around.”

“Got any plans?”

You shook your head, “No. My folks aren’t around anymore. So it’s just me.” You stopped yourself and looked down for a second. The Holidays were always a hard time, especially nowadays. Jason didn’t say another word.

You smiled, a way to distract yourself from your feelings. “It will be new years before we know it.”

Jason looked at you sadly. He kept quiet, not wanting to pry anymore today. He was secretly hoping that you would open up to him one day soon.

You finished ringing him up when you noticed a flash of red on his hand.

You gasped and pointed to his hand when you noticed it was a large cut. “Jason, you’re hurt.”

Jason’s eyes quickly shot to his hand. He chuckled nervously. There was a bit of glass that went flying when he threw the man into the mirror on the wall earlier. One of the shards must have nicked him. He couldn’t even feel the cut on his hand. His line of work tended to cause a lot of injuries to his body. Especially when they fought back. He had gotten used to the smaller wounds.

He pulled his hand away, trying to hide it. “Oh yeah, some glass broke while I was helping do some dishes at work today. Must’ve cut me and I didn’t even notice. It’s okay.”

You shook your head in disagreement. “No, it looks like it needs some medical attention. Wait here.” You said, quickly jogging into the main office. You turned on the lights and made your way into the back of the room. The red and white first aid kit sat in the corner. You picked it up with ease and made your way back to Jason.

You opened the door that allowed you into the front of the shop and ushered Jason to sit into one of the seats at the front.

“May I?” You asked, gesturing for him to give you his hand.

Jason hesitantly brought his hand up into yours. You examined it closely.

The cut wasn’t too deep. Luckily it wouldn't need any stitches. You turned away from his hand, still holding it in your left hand, and with your other hand, rifled through the first aid kit. After a few seconds you found what you were looking for.

You looked up at him. “This is going to sting a little.”

Jason nodded, merely focusing on how soft your hands were in his. He watched as you gently tore open the alcohol pad and slowly began to wipe it over his cut. He winced slightly, it hurt, but not nearly as much as his other wounds he had sustained over the years. Under his suit were more than a handful of scars from past jobs Bruce had him on. This scratch on his hand was merely another addition.

He looked up from his wound and watched you work. You were hyper focused on making sure everything was okay. After you cleaned the cut, you added some antiseptic to make sure the wound would heal fast. You finished up by gently wrapping up his hand in a fresh bandage.

“All done. It should heal within a few days. Just clean it once a day.”

Jason looked down at his hand, and then up at you. Your eyes met and you looked away once you realized he was staring, hoping you weren’t as red as you felt.

“Thank you.” He said in a gentle voice.

You quickly cleaned up the kit, and made your way back behind the counter after washing your hands. Jason watched you move around quickly, but gracefully. Jason stood up as you closed the lid to the box.

“Here you go. They were fresh when you walked in.” You said with a large grin.

Jason admired you for a second. He had come over a dozen times to see you. Yet every time he saw you, he still got butterflies in his stomach. No woman has ever done that to him before. Girls threw themselves at him constantly at the club. There was something about you he couldn’t shake.

“Thank you. And thank you for helping me with my hand.”

“Of course! Happy to help.” You said looking up at him once more. Your eyes met once again, and the world stood still for that one moment.

“Well I better get going.” Jason said, a hint of sadness in his voice. “I'll see you around.”

You smiled and waved him out the door. You looked down sadly, your favorite time of day over, when the door chime rang once again.

“Wel…” You began to say, when you noticed it was Jason. “Jason, did you forget something?”

“Uh no. There was actually something.. Something I wanted to ask you.” He said, nervously.

You didn’t notice as your heart began to beat faster and faster. Did you cross the line today? Was this him coming in to tell you that he had a girlfriend and to stay away from him? The possibilities were endless. “What is it?” You asked, nervously.

Jason couldn’t believe he was doing this. He could count the number of times on one hand he had ever asked out a girl. That number was one, when he was hitting on Babs for fun when he was younger. He wasn’t even planning on doing this until he walked out the door. Maybe he should just tell her he changed his mind.

“I uh, I was wondering if you had any plans tomorrow night?” The words managed to slip out.

Your eyes widened, you were not expecting that. “Um, no. I work early tomorrow, so I should be done by five.”

Jason’s excitement grew, with that his confidence shot up. He had one of his men follow you around for a bit. He wanted to make sure you didn’t have a boyfriend or husband of some sort. He was relieved when his spy came back and gave him the good news that you were single. It actually came from your own mouth when he overheard you telling the bakery owner that you were “Sadly, going to be single forever.”

Still, even with that information, Jason was nervous.

“Would you want to go have dinner with me? There’s a new restaurant in the diamond district. I got invited to a pre-opening, and I have a plus one.” Jason held his breath waiting for your answer. Just 30 minutes ago he had a man begging for mercy at his feet. Right now, he felt like the tables were turned.

You weren’t sure if you heard what you thought you heard. Was this really happening? Maybe you were dreaming. But if you were, you didn’t want this dream to end. Your lips turned up into a smile as you nodded excitedly. “Yes. I would love to.”

The weight of the world seemed to just disappear off Jason's shoulder all at once. He could not be smiling any harder. The butterflies in his stomach were going crazy. “Alright. Cool. Um, do you live nearby? I can pick you up around seven. That should give you some time to go home and change.” He said as he pretended to not already know where you lived.

He was a Wayne. The Waynes knew everything and everyone in their neighborhood.

“Yeah, not too far. Just a ten minute walk.” You looked around the counter for a notepad. You reached for the large one near the register. You quickly wrote down your address and phone number. “Here.” You said handing it to Jason. You were blushing quite hard now.

Jason took the piece of paper with a wide grin on his face. “Okay, I'll see you tomorrow at seven.”

“Sounds good. See you then.” You waved Jason goodbye once more. Once he was out of sight, you pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.

“Did that really just happen?” You mutter to yourself. Your mouth twisted up into a smile.

The smile on your face never faltered. Not as a rude customer threw a tantrum at the fact that you ran out of sweet cream horns two minutes before closing. Not as you spilled the leftover whipped cream all over the floor before locking up. Not as you walked home that night.

Jason, the handsome man you had been crushing on for weeks, just asked you out on a date. Nothing could tear you down. At least, for now.

A/N: It’s not much for now. But as the story progresses things will pick up. :3

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