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urdepressedslut · 9 months

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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part eight❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

♡ Warnings: language, heavy angst, threats, stalking, abuse, fluff, pierce (yes— he's a warning), bucky literally being the loml

Part 9

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

Bucky thought he had experienced true fear before— but that was before he was staring into the eyes of a very powerful man. A man who was looking at him with a knowing look— like he knew something Bucky didn’t. Truthfully, he wouldn’t of been nervous if he didn’t already feel indifferent about the man. He also was still in the state of mind from the kitchen. He was about to reveal the stalker secret to you. He would’ve too— if it wasn’t for Pierce.

Like he said— what shit timing.

“Sir, this is unexpected. Everything okay?” Bucky started, keeping things casual.

He had to remember to fall back into a professional bodyguard mindset— not the soft side that he had somehow brought out with you. He found it rather disappointing to hide that part of himself away— he supposed he had to though.

Pierce smiled even wider, motioning with his hand behind him— further into the house.

“Please— let’s talk inside. Too many listening ears out here.” Pierce insisted, waiting for Bucky to step aside to let him in.

Pierce wanted to scoff at the thought that Bucky would keep him out— this house was his. A gift, of course to you— but he owned the house.

Bucky shut the door, not before he got a glimpse of the men outside. All were unfamiliar faces— he wasn’t surprised. Pierce was so cutthroat, he wasn’t shocked if he had to get rid of the weak ones.

Bucky followed Pierce into the living room, sitting down in the couch opposite of him. It was silent for a moment, Pierce just staring at Bucky— like he was trying to get a read on him. The stare only made Bucky uncomfortable— and rather annoyed.

“Mr. Barnes do you think I’m an imbecile?” Pierce broke the silence, startling Bucky with the straightforwardness.

He shook his head, swallowing before speaking.

“No sir.”

“Do you think things can happen without me knowing?” He asked him another question, crossing his legs and leaning back— almost in amusement.

Bucky furrowed his brows, trying to see where this was going but otherwise kept answering.

“Probably not.”

“No— they can’t.” Pierce corrected him. “Mr. Barnes I like you. I respect what you’ve been through.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at his word choice, the line between what he could take and what was sensitive territory— Pierce was dancing on that line.

Pierce found a sick satisfaction watching Bucky’s jaw clench— knowing he still held all the power. He was tracing Bucky’s weak spots with a knife and he didn’t know it.

“But I have a problem with certain bodyguards that forget their place. You do see where I’m going with this, right?” Pierce asked accusingly.

Bucky furrowed his brows in confusion, not sure what he was talking about— all he knew is that Pierce didn’t look the happiest.

“I’m afraid not sir.” He answered him carefully.

Pierce glared at Bucky for a moment, looking him up and down— like he was sizing him up.

“Then let me make myself very clear,” He leaned forward, “My daughter is not to know about certain things— i’m sure you know what i’m talking about.”

He paused and glanced to the direction of the stairs, careful not to let you hear. Bucky watched as Pierce called in one of his men. He whispered a few things him before the man started walking up the stairs.

Bucky felt his body tense up, feeling unsure about this man that you didn’t know— he didn’t know head upstairs.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m quite aware that you feel it’s only right that my daughter knows about this whole childish stalker situation. You don’t need to try and deny it— I have ears everywhere. Like I said, I find out about everything.” Pierce stated.

Bucky felt uncomfortable, knowing he’d been semi caught— though he hadn’t admitted to anything. Though he felt he didn’t have to, Pierce seemed to know more than he was letting on. But how?

He wasn’t sure why but he felt angered at the way Pierce was trying to control everything. You thought this was your safe haven— this house. But it was more like a jail— at least that’s how it felt right now to him.

“You put cameras in your daughters house or something?”

Pierce’s jaw twitched at Bucky’s boldness, but otherwise kept a poker face.

“No— but that’s a great idea. I’ll put it on the list.”

Bucky wanted to roll his eyes so badly at his sarcasm. He wanted to test the waters a bit, knowing deep down it wasn’t a good idea— but he had to try. For your sake.

“With all due respect sir— shouldn’t your daughter know about a stalker… specifically one that’s after her?” Bucky asked, keeping his voice quiet as to not challenge Pierce any further.

To Bucky’s surprise, Pierce nodded— actually taking a second to think of an answer.

“Honestly Mr. Barnes— no. If I can catch whoever is behind this and eliminate the threat before she ever finds out… she doesn’t have to worry about a thing.” Pierce explained, and Bucky was not surprised by the answer.

Annoyance bubbled up again, forcing him to defend you. He usually wouldn’t stop himself but it was the big boss he was talking to— he had to watch his tongue.

Pierce narrowed his eyes, analyzing Bucky and his posture. The way his jaw would clench every time you were brought up— the way Bucky looked ready to pounce despite his calm demeanor.

“Mr. Barnes I understand if you are infatuated with my daughter— but I hope you know what will happen if you don’t maintain your position as a bodyguard, and try to be something more.” Pierce warned and Bucky felt completely exposed. Pierce knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “All I can say is that it won’t end well for you.”

Bucky nodded his head in understanding but wanted to punch that smirk off his face. Pierce was clearly enjoying Bucky’s inner struggle.

“I get it— you spend all hours, everyday with her. It only makes sense that... something is to be formed. But you better hope that bond, doesn’t become something more. Understood?” Pierce threatened.

Bucky nodded again, slowly feeling his face grow hot. His hands were clenched into fists— his anger consuming his being. It was completely frustrating that Pierce wanted to be a Father now— not when you and him were strangers. He was only now playing the concerned, overprotective Father— but Bucky knew it was an act. Sadly, Bucky knew Pierce didn’t care for you. That much was obvious, and it made Bucky want to punch him even more.

“I apologize if that’s what it looks like to you sir, but nothing has happened or will happen between us.” Bucky promised, although he almost didn’t believe his lie.

“Apologies aren’t worth shit to me Mr. Barnes— either you get your act together or you’ll be gone.” Pierce said lastly, standing up and dusting off his suit.

Bucky swallowed nervously, not exactly the conversation you wanna be having with your boss. He was in a rough spot, and he wasn’t sure what this would mean for his job. He was sure Pierce was already wanting to get rid of him— it wasn’t often that people talked back to him. Bucky had seemed to get lucky this time around.

“You came all this way, just to warn me not to make a move on your daughter?” Bucky asked bravely.

He couldn’t deny the satisfaction at Pierces almost red face, the way his eyes were furious that someone had spoken back to him. Surprisingly again, Pierce took a breath and forced his lips to curve up. Bucky knew that had to be killing him.

“Not quite— I wanted to speak to her as well.” Pierce informed him.

Bucky couldn't hide the distaste from his face, the way he worded it. He wanted to speak to you— not with you. It was so frustrating to hear him speak about you like you were nothing. The way he spoke about you like you were just another one of his clients or someone who is around strictly for business. You were his daughter— it disturbed Bucky that he didn't act like a Father.

"Dad?" Your voice grabbed both of the men's attention, their eyes snapping to the doorway from the stairs. "What's going on?"

You were trailing into the room, glancing behind you skeptically as the man Pierce ordered upstairs followed behind you. Bucky could see how uncomfortable you were from the strange man following you— he couldn't imagine how you felt at the man entering your room if he did. The thought had Bucky clenching his fists more aggressively.

"(Y/n), go back upstairs." Pierce spoke lowly to you, already giving you a cold glare and you had just waked into the room.

You wanted to shrink back at his hostile expression, wondering for the hundredth time why your existence bothered him so much.

"Dad— why is this man allowed to just barge into my room?" You asked, still glancing back at the now smirking guard.

Bucky glared daggers into the guy, wishing his head could explode just by his stare. Man— he wish he could have laser vision right now.

"Don't be such a brat. I ordered him to watch you." Pierce snapped, walking towards you.

You wanted to scoff at his words. A brat? Here you thought you'd be able to talk with your Father— you felt silly now.

"Mr. Barnes, would you please give me and my daughter a minute to talk." Pierce told him, he made it clear it wasn’t him asking.

Bucky hesitantly excused himself, heading towards the stairs to take a seat at the top. Just out of reach to be able to hear. It didn’t help that the guy who had barged into your room was standing at the doorway— staring up at him. Bucky had to ignore the urge to flick the man off.

You walked further into the room until you took Bucky’s seat— sinking into the cushions as you waited for your Father to be seated fully.

Pierce sat and crossed his legs just as he did prior, giving you a once over— almost thinking of what to say.

“How are things?” Pierce asked simply.

The question had caught you off guard. You were expecting to be yelled at— to be asked simply for the benefit of him and his job. Now that he had asked the question you so desperately needed the month of your Mother’s passing. Well… you didn’t know how to react.

“Uh… fine. Everything’s fine.” You barely got out, still shocked from the question.

It was heartbreaking that something so tiny could bring you joy— even if he didn’t mean it. You’d like to pretend even for a moment that he cared about you.

"Peanut, I've come to talk to you about Mr. Barnes." He told you, keeping his voice quiet so only you and him could hear.

You winced from the nickname and furrowed your brows, you felt uncomfortable talking about Bucky when he wasn't around. You wanted him to be with you right now— you couldn't ignore the discomfort from talking with your Father.

"What about James?" You wondered.

Pierce narrowed his eyes at the name you had called him.

"James?" Pierce asked, giving you a judgmental look.

"Father, I didn't want to keep things so formal with him around all the time. I wanted things to feel less forced— so I got to know him better and yeah— I call him James." You explained, twiddling your fingers in your lap nervously.

"Peanut..." You winced again, "He's your bodyguard. Nothing more. You are to stop treating him like he's your friend—"

"Why?" You asked, and Pierce gave you an angered look that had you shrinking back slightly but not backing down completely. "I'm sorry Father, but you can't come here and tell me what to do after ignoring me for months."

You felt proud that you had stood up for yourself— but the mean glare your Father was sending you had you swallowing anxiously.

"Watch your tongue girl." He spit, leaning up in his seat now.

The way he had used girl, was so demeaning. It was almost as if you mean't nothing to him— not important enough to use your name.

"Just take a good second to remember who you're talking to." He warned you and you didn't hide the scoff this time.

The sound left your lips, letting Pierce know his words had annoyed you.

"I know who I'm talking to— my Father!" You raised your voice and stood up, this little moment let you feel bigger— towering over his sitting form.

That was until Pierce stood up now, getting close to you— in your face. You could feel the heat of his breath hitting your face, the burning smell of cigarettes on his breath.

"Exactly! You're my daughter— so you should respect me even more!" He stepped even closer to you, reaching out to grab your arm in a painful grip. "Why do you have to be such a bitch— why can't you just shut your fucking mouth and listen!"

You let out a whine at the grip he had on your arm and suddenly your body filled with fear— fear that your Father was going to hurt you. He already was.

"Father— you're hurting me.." You said clearly, trying to keep your voice even.

"You wonder why I don't want you around— do you not see how you act? Disrespectful fucking brat! I do all these nice things for you— I buy you a fucking house! I provide you with everything you need!" He attempted to keep his voice hushed but the sound was starting to echo throughout the space.

"Father—"

You were suddenly cut off, your head whipping to the side— your cheek stinging. Your mind felt hazy— fuzzy with confusion as you tried to understand what had happened. You just needed a moment to process everything. Through the blood pounding in your ears and the sudden blurriness from your oncoming tears— you had come to the realization.

Your Father had hit you.

You could still hear him talking, but it was all muffled. You were in shock and your body felt frozen, your chest felt like it couldn't expand. At last— you swore you felt your heart shattering and falling to the pit of your stomach. You felt your body jerk into your Father, and thats when your senses seemed to come back to you.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He screamed, pushing you back by your arm— watching you fall to the ground with a yelp.

Bucky had heard from the other room as the conversation— if he could even call it that— increase in volume. He was proud of you for standing up to him— and it felt odd to hear you speak so aggressively. He'd never heard you speak in any other tone that wasn't your usual light angelic voice.

He could hear the clear emotions straining your voice, and he had to hold himself back from running up to Pierce to tell him off.

He had done well to keep himself sat on the stairs, but as soon as he heard you utter the words, father you're hurting me— he got up immediately. He was on his way down the stairs when he heard the loud smack, and the sudden yell from you followed by the sound of a loud thud.

Pushing past the guard that was attempting to watch the doorway, he rounded into the room— his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

You were laying on the floor, cowering in fear as tears poured out of your eyes. The way you looked so small and terrified as Pierce towered over you, still screaming at you. Bucky didn't think twice and ran over to you, standing in front of you to block Pierces path.

Pierce halted his yelling, and glared angrily at Bucky. Bucky continued to stare him down as he heard Pierce's men enter the room— all surrounding the boss. Pierce let out a dark chuckle— shaking his head in disappointment.

"Who are you to stop me from speaking to my daughter?" Pierce snarled, his men circling around him and you.

"I'm a man doing his job sir— following your orders to do whatever it takes to keep her safe." He snapped back bravely, repeating his words from the first day of meeting each other.

Pierce narrowed his eyes and remembered very clearly at his demand to do whatever it takes to keep you alive and safe— he just didn't think it would be used against him. He kept quiet for a moment, not wanting to admit defeat to Bucky.

"You've got big balls Mr. Barnes— but that might've just cost you your life." Pierce threatened with a smile.

Suddenly there was movement heard from behind Bucky and before he could turn to investigate— you were now standing in between Bucky and your Father.

Bucky's heart swelled at you trying to protect him— he couldn't get over how precious you were. Your heart too big for your body.

"Father— just leave. You've caused enough damage." You spoke calmly, but Bucky could see your body still shaking.

Pierce stared down at you, watching your lip quiver and he almost smiled evilly at the sight. He'd let you believe you won— let your guard down for now.

"Sure thing peanut." He cooed, and you had to fight back the sob that threatened to bubble up.

The nickname was tainted— things that happened today burned into your brain. You wished you could wake up from this horrible dream.

Just as Pierce was waving off his men, signaling to them to go outside. He glanced up to Bucky— not wasting another breath on him. Lastly, Pierce lifted his hand like he was going to reach for you and he felt satisfied watching you flinch back into Bucky.

You gasped and pressed your back to Bucky— your heart pounding in your chest at your Father. Bucky felt your form shaking and he rested his hands on your lower back, hoping it'd bring you some comfort.

"Pathetic." Pierce mumbled as he walked out of the room— making it to the front door and slamming it as he exited.

Bucky felt your body jump at the slam of the door but otherwise noticed you relax as it was just you two in the room now. He walked around to your front, his hands hovering over your cheeks as he waited for your permission to touch you.

"Can I?" He asked.

You nodded numbly and relaxed as you felt his hands cup your face— cradling your cheeks with such gentleness.

Bucky turned your face slightly to the side so he could get a better view of your now irritated cheek, a palm sized mark covering the smooth skin. He winced and anger immediately started bubbling up from the idea that Pierce had put his hands on you— hurt you.

"Oh doll... I'm so sorry— I should've been there." He whispered, rubbing a gentle thumb over your swollen flesh. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You gazed into his eyes and listened to him apoligize— you wanted to laugh. He had nothing to be sorry for. He stuck up for you— protected you from your own Father. He was a constant by your side and you were happy to have him here with you in this moment. There was no one else you'd rather be with than him.

Your heart started beating fast again, but this time it wasn't from fear or anxiety— it was from the intense butterflies in your stomach from Bucky's gaze. Your eyes darted down to his mouth before they whipped back up to his eyes. Bucky noticed and gave your mouth a once over before he met your glossy eyes.

"Doll..." He warned, though he wanted the very same thing.

He just didn't think it was the appropriate time. You were vulnerable, and he didn't want to take advantage of you.

His warning had you thinking straight and you shook your head, but you still found yourself leaning in. Bucky watched as you leaned in and he kept himself rooted in his spot— making sure you controlled the pace. If this was going to happen— it was because you wanted it to. This would be for you— not him.

To his surprise, he didn't feel your soft lips on his— but instead he felt the plumpness of yours smush against his stubbled cheek. It was quick but held so many unspoken words. As you pulled away, your cheeks were flushed— as was his.

"You don't need to apologize, you were there for me. You're here for me now— so thank you James." You whispered hoarsely, emotions thick in your throat.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, when you removed yourself from his hold and excused yourself upstairs. He watched with a heavy heart as you walked up the stairs, head hung low. It was clear that you were exhausted from todays events. Just thinking of everything that had happened to you, had his blood boiling all over again.

He couldn’t get the sound of your frightened yell out of his mind— it scarred him and he cursed himself for not being there to prevent it. He heard you— you didn’t think he needed to apologize. But he couldn’t just live on knowing you held the palm sized mark of your Father on your cheek. He felt absolutely terrible and followed shortly behind your form.

He knew you shouldn’t be alone right now— he also wasn’t going to leave your side. You needed someone— needed him. Bucky wanted to remind you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

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iknowwhereyousleepatnight · 8 days

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death note cutthroat kitchen au where ryuk is alton brown the contestants are the light L mello and near and the judge is rem bc she does not give a fuck about any of them

#this came to me in a vision while i was writing a paper #have no idea if any of u guys have watched cutthroat kitchen but it along with psych (2007) and so you think you can dance were crucial #to my development as a child

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Fanfiction Masterlist:

Eddie Munson & Steddie (Stranger Things)

Requests: Closed

Main Blog: @tiannamortis

Other Masterlists:

Adrian Chase/Vigilante (Peacemaker)

Astarion (Baldur’s Gate 3)

Various Characters (Various)

All of my writing is cross posted to Archive of Our Own.

Some of my stories explore dark themes. Any potentially triggering content will be listed in the Content Warning at the top of every post on Tumblr and at the start of each chapter on AO3. Please be sure to read the Content Warnings carefully. Your mental health is more important to me than you reading my writing. 🖤💜

I try to keep everything as gender neutral as possible outside of smut. Smut is from an afab gender neutral perspective. I never describe my Readers or OCs to make it easier to imagine yourself in the story, regardless of race, gender identity or body type. The only time I ever describe clothing is if it’s important to the story.

All dividers in my masterlist and stories are by @firefly-graphics from the goth divider pack.

Enjoy! 🖤💜

Eddie’s Sluts Fanart

Eddie Munson Oneshots

Constitution (Smut)

A Corroded Coffin Christmas (Rockstar AU)(Angst)

Conviction (Angst)

Eddie’s Easter Bucket (Fluff)

Eddie’s Secret Stash (Smut)

Four Fifth’s: Part 1 (Fluff)

Game Over (Modern AU)(Smut)

GossipWeb (Modern Rockstar AU)(Angst)

Hit Points (Fluff)

I Still Believe (Vampire AU)(Angst)

Jackass (Rockstar AU)(Fluff) *NEW*

Jumpstart (Older AU)(Smut)

The Night Before Christmas (Fluff)

Paparazzi (Rockstar AU)(Angst)

Perception (Fluff)

Reunited: Part 1/4 (Rockstar AU)(Fluff)

Reunited: Part 2/4 (Rockstar AU)(Fluff)

Reunited: Part 3/4 (Rockstar AU)(Fluff)

Secret Admirer: Part 1 (Fluff)

Secret Admirer: Part 2 (Fluff)

Secret Admirer: Part 3 (Fluff)

Second Place (Angst)

True Sight (Angst)

Weekend Moments (Fluff)

Welcome Back, Munson (Fluff)

White Wedding (Smut) *NEW*

Wisdom (Fluff)

Eddie Munson Blurbs/Imagines/HCS

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Cutthroat Kitchen (Modern AU)(Fluff)

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Eddie’s Night Cooking (Fluff)

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It’s Over 9000! (Fluff)

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Like a Rabbit (Smut)

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Presenting (Omegaverse AU) (Fluff)

Reward System (Smut)

Robin Plays Matchmaker (Fluff)

What Happens in Vegas… (Smut)

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Black No. 1 (Fluff)

Cheering Up A Goth Girlfriend (Fluff)

Edge of Seventeen: Part 1 (Angst)

Things You See in a Cafeteria (Fluff)

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First Encounter After Hooking Up

An Unexpected Ego Boost

Eddie Makes a Decision

At Steve’s Party

Ghost Eddie Munson x Ghost Reader

Check-In for the Recently Deceased: Part 1 (Angst)

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Happy Birthday (Smut)

Steddie x Chronically Ill Reader

Bad Days vs Good Pain Days (Smut)

Chronically Yours (Fluff)

Steddie x Reader

Blood Doll: Part 1 (Vampire AU)(Angst)

Blood Doll: Part 2 (Vampire AU)(Angst)

Blood Doll: Part 3 (Vampire AU)(Angst)

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Last Updated: 8/1/2023

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lucky-bishop · 2 months

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Steter Cutthroat Kitchen AU

Peter is Alton Brown, obviously. Stiles is a contestant with an up-and-coming restaurant. He's eager to win. $25k will change his life. BUT it's obviously not that easy. I'm torn between Stiles winning but spending nearly all his money on sabotages or Stiles trying to conserve as much money as possible and losing bc of it. Or something in between. Either way they fuck nasty on set, probably specifically in the cooler room where the ingredients are stored, once it's all done. Peter definitely wolfs out and freaks Stiles WAY the hell out and that's how the Hale pack adopts Stiles as the two of them become absolute menaces to the pack and society at large trying to outdo each other forever and ever amen.

#steter #teen wolf #steter au #I'm so tired I don't even know if this makes any sense but I had to say it #can you guess what I'm about to watch before bed I'll give you one guess

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ana-cantskywalker · 6 months

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Watching cutthroat kitchen is dangerous, but like not in ways you might think.

It’s dangerous because the more I watch it the more I NEED to write an enemies-to-lovers Sabezra Cuthroat kitchen AU

I mean imagine the banter THE BANTER

#and I’m sorry but they would be perfect cooking show contestants #which unfortunately would mean I couldn’t run with my usual ‘Ezra can’t cook’ gag #but we make sacrifices for art ok #Sabezra #cutthroat kitchen #ezrabine

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apparitionism · 1 year

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Confection

For the holiday this year I offer you a culinary AU I’ve been thinking about for basically forever but only now started to write down. It’ll be in parts, as I chip away in the spare minutes, with littler bits of story at a time, as when I first ventured contributions to this surpassingly wonderful fandom, years ago. I miss those long-gone Bering-and-Wells days: the speed, the inventiveness that so many brought to bear... anyway, however many parts this ends up being, it’s all just for fun. (And maybe a little ontological inquiry. Also just for fun.)

In any case, on this random Sunday, I wish everyone their preferred form(s) of activity and/or rest, as appropriate. Good feelings. Whatever it is we’re here for.

Confection

“Cutthroat.”

So says the talking head on screen in response to the offscreen question, “Describe your style in the kitchen in one word, Chef Helena Wells.”

****

“Chef Myka Bering, describe your style in the kitchen in one word.”

“One word? That’s a challenge. Diligent? I’m really diligent. Or, no: focused. I definitely think ‘focused’ is more descriptive.”

Senior Producer Claudia Donovan, upon viewing this footage, had said to the editor sitting next to her, “Can you cut that to ‘focused’ and make it sound decisive?” But then she let herself have a second thought. “You know what? Leave it all in. Compare and contrast.”

Cutthroat Wells first, indecisively diligent and/or focused Bering second... the third competitor’s response had been, in retrospect, hilarious. Claudia did appreciate how radically his pronouncement had failed to match his performance: “Awesome,” Walter Sykes had described himself, with no sense of irony whatsoever. He’d been cast as a sacrificial lamb in the first place, but Claudia still snorted at the completely useless dudebro swagger.

The fourth chef, Artie Nielsen, had been brusque rather than bro, but with no less swagger. “Classic,” he’d said, like the idea of anybody even asking the question was a “don’t you know who I am” insult. The editor angled a glance at Claudia and said, “You were real with him about what show he was on, right?”

“The old-school thing sets up the B plot,” Claudia told her. “He’s known all three judges for decades.”

“Don’t you think the A’s a lot more fun?” the editor said. She clicked quick on the Wells “cutthroat” clip—and Claudia had never in her life heard such an all-facts no-swagger saying of a word—followed by a bit of the Bering: “I definitely think,” Chef Myka said, as if in answer to the editor’s question.

“I definitely think,” Claudia echoed decisively.

****

“The name of our show,” Steve Jinks explains, as he does every week at the start of the program proper, after the contestants have described their styles, “is ‘This Without That.’ What this means, contestants, is that in each of three rounds, you will be asked to prepare a classic dish... but without its defining ingredient.”

****

“You gotta do it,” Pete Lattimer had said. “Because it’d be so cool. Gottagottagotta.”

Myka was leaning against the at-last-closed-for-the-night door of the restaurant where they both worked—Myka as sous chef, Pete grilling and frying—and she wanted to ignore him, for her fatigue weighted her such that she could barely convince her spine to support her head. Forcing that head to lift, accompanied by actually working her jaw, felt well beyond possible.

And she would have ignored him, but she was the idiot who’d made the mistake of telling him about “it”: a producer from “This Without That,” the wildly popular cooking competition show, had called to express interest in having her compete next month (next month being August) for their Christmas championship, to air in December.

Having been that idiot, she couldn’t ignore him, but she was regretting the telling, so now she said, “No I don’t. I don’t ‘gotta’ do anything.”

“But you wanna.”

“I don’t ‘wanna’ do anything either. And as for this, I don’t want to do it.”

First, television. Second, a competition. Third, a Christmas competition. In August. She didn’t want to. In fact she’d rather have gnawed off her knife hand than do it. But then Pete moved from “gotta” and “wanna” (Myka hated those pseudo-word elisions) to “hafta,” adding “for the restaurant”—the one they planned to partner to open someday, when they had saved enough money and/or could talk investors into believing in them—and Myka gave in. “I’ll try,” she told him, and she meant she’d try not to tank her upcoming interview with the producer, Claudia Donovan. She told him that too... but for integrity’s sake, she added, “I hate the whole idea of that show. ‘This Without That.’ It seems so dumb.”

He waved a hand at her, but slowly, showing that he was tired too. “Little piece of non-tanking advice: don’t say that to this producer. Besides, a hugeity-huge-huge audience loves it, which means it’s smart. Say that instead.”

That, she did ignore. “Smart? It’s insipid.” Mimicking Steve Jinks, the show’s host, she quoted his dismissal of each round’s losing contestant: “Unfortunately, this competition will continue without you.”

“I knew you watched it,” Pete crowed.

Ugh. “Once.” She didn’t tell him why. “But it bothered me.”

“Bothered you because you knew you could do better at making a thing without its major thing, right? Say that’s why.” He added, “And by the way, I know you could too. So you should say it twice.”

His faith was sweet, but she told him the truth: “No. It bothered me ontologically.” She didn’t expect him to understand, but she tried to explain anyway. “Beef Wellington without the beef, for example, like they did in the one I saw. That’s just... Something Else Wellington. And then at the end, the judges pick whose Something Else Wellington they like best. The beef part—the constitutive element!—falls by the wayside. The thing itself doesn’t even matter anymore.”

Pete shook his head. “It’s like you don’t understand games. Something Else Wellington is the whole idea. If it isn’t Something Else Wellington, then it isn’t Beef Wellington without the beef. You’re just ticked that the judges don’t spend all their tasting time splitting ontological hairs about how close to beef that Something Else really is. Or isn’t. Whichever way makes you happier, but it doesn’t matter, because that isn’t what they’re there to do.”

Myka hadn’t known he would—could—come up with “splitting ontological hairs.” That was another point in favor of her trying not to tank.

Also (and she’d been thinking about this since the call from Claudia Donovan): her parents. They were reasons that were maybe (okay, probably) on par with “for the restaurant,” because if she could she impress them by being on television... she really did hate the clichéd nature both of their objections to her career—their dismay that she wasn’t “using that brain”—and of her response, a heels-dug-in “I’ll show you.” These several years on, they hadn’t yet acknowledged being shown. Maybe television would be the charm. Maybe if they could switch a channel and discover Myka there, doing what she did... maybe that would finally do that work of showing.

Pete said, “They judge based on creativity, too—how out-there a Something Else idea you come up with. Imagination what? Plus you gotta do it fast. Thinking on your feet, right? Don’t you love all that?”

As adept as Pete could be at saying the wrong thing, he was also, sometimes, exceptional at saying the right thing. “Using my brain?” she queried, just to make sure.

He nodded, and Myka was pretty sure it was because he knew the history: the family, the pain points. She’d inflicted versions of it on him so many times. “Think it’s a smart idea now?” he asked, at his most canny.

Show them not only by being on television, doing what she did, but also by “using that brain” on television. To do what she did. To do it better than other people. To at last, in the end, show them. “Maybe,” she hedged, but her overriding thought was Yes, yes, at long last yes.

Not for one instant did it occur to her that she might not win.

****

Claudia had started on TWT in the casting department, over two years ago. Even though evaluating potential talent wasn’t technically her job anymore, she did like to tinker. Particularly if she sensed a good story brewing.

When Myka Bering walked in—no, she loped in, her legs looking about as long as Claudia was tall—Claudia really hoped the good-story pings she’d been sensing were real radar.

There was truly no time like the right-now to see what was what, so Claudia said, first thing after introductions: “Just FYI, Helena Wells is already locked as a cheftestant on this one. I hear you know each other.”

Myka, who’d been settling into the chair across from Claudia’s desk, froze.

So far so good, Claudia thought. But then she thought again, as she observed Myka’s dart of eyes, followed by a small-but-visible twist of neck, both signaling obvious discomfort: No... so far so spectacular.

TBC

#bering and wells #Warehouse 13 #fanfic #Confection #AU week #holiday (but not yet Gift Exchange)#I find it unbelievable that 2022 is coming to a close #also unbelievable is how long so many people have maintained themselves on high alert #I among them #so maybe a silly AU #featuring some silly people #will help close this year and begin the next one #in a relaxing and/or mind-numbing way #also I've been writing Christmas stories for this fandom since 2014 #and I see no point in stopping now #regardless of who cares at this point #FYI this will bonk around among the cooking show as it unfolds on TV #and what happened before filming #and what happened during #and then after #so I hope they can make those jumps and distinctions make sense #anyway it's all about the reveals #which in this case probably won't be overly revelatory #PS you get a point if you know how H's opening line is related to Goncharov

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themculibrary · 11 months

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Pepperony As Parents Masterlist

A Car Named Arleen (ao3) - SelenitaLunar G, 4k

Summary: Parenting hasn't been easy for Pepper and Tony, but their daughter is ten years old now and she seems to grow up happily in a family that loves her so much.

A New Day Has Come (ao3) - Amy (InnitMarvelous), I love Tony Stark 3000 FOREVER (InnitMarvelous), InnitMarvelous, tsg (InnitMarvelous) G, 3k

Summary: Tony has a quiet talk with his newborn son a few hours after he's born.

Coming Home (ao3) - inkinmyheartandonthepage G, 59k

Summary: AU – Peter Stark was kidnapped when he was just three years old. Tony and Pepper never stopped looking for their boy. Years later, Peter finds his way back home.

Cut from the same Cloth (fanfiction.net) - Elizabeth Bathory G, 3k

Summary: Set in the world of How Many More Chances - Children are so much like their parents, even in the tinest of ways.

domestic life (was never quite my style) (ao3) - imposterhuman G, 1k

Summary: Pepper had never really wanted children. Most of her life had been spent chasing her ambition, climbing ladder after ladder in a cutthroat world. She was distinctly not maternal, at least in the traditional sense.

Sometimes, she imagined having a baby, a little piece of both her and Tony, and she wanted. But she looked at her life, looked at Tony’s life, and knew that it wasn’t feasible.

Family Business (fanfiction.net) - FriendLey G, 1k

Summary: Pepper and Tony Stark's only child, Maria, is going on her first day of school and everywhere they look kids are crying. COMPLETE

Head Above Water (ao3) - sahiya G, 15k

Summary: “FRIDAY has all the emergency numbers,” Pepper said, “including Morgan’s pediatrician. There’s food in the fridge––soup for Tony and Morgan, lasagna and mac and cheese for you. Make sure Morgan is drinking her Pedialyte, and see if you can get her to sleep in her own bed tonight. And don’t let Tony go on a fever-driven work binge.”

“Got it,” Peter said, nodding. “FRIDAY, fridge, Pedialyte, no work binge.”

Metamorphosis (ao3) - art_deco_deity G, 11k

Summary: How Peter Parker changed Tony Stark; seen through the eyes of one Pepper Potts.

My Dad is My Hero (ao3) - velarisstars G, 1k

Summary: It’s dress up as your hero day at school. So who does Peter choose to dress up as? His dad, of course!

Ft. Toddler Peter and cute pepperony moments

Perfectly parental (ao3) - Bergen T, 110k

Summary: Snippets from the daily life of Peter trying to settle into his new life with his family of Avengers, and Tony trying to get used to being ‘perfectly parental’.

Proof That Morgan Stark’s Parents Are Still in Love (ao3) - akasharpiegirl T, 4k

Summary: In which Morgan Stark starts to think that her parents aren’t in love anymore and separating, so her parents try to ease her anxiety about it.

The Strange Ways of Adult Fun Time (ao3) - deervsheadlights T, 3k

Summary: Morgan was beginning to understand that saying about curiosity killing the cat.

It mostly made her feel bad for the cat.

Also, who knew her parents could be this flustered?

Tony's Birthday (ao3) - flyingorfalling G, 20k

Summary: This was supposed to be a drabble for Tony's birthday, but it became 3000 words of tooth-rotting fluff, so I decided to add more chapters and turn the whole thing into a series.

Twist of Fate (ao3) - karenninaaa T, 72k

Summary: A single picture triggered Tony Stark to suspect that Peter Parker was his son, biologically.

Uncle Rhodey (ao3) - books_entertain_the_mind G, 2k

Summary: Rhodey comes to visit the Starks one morning to find the most bizarre scene he never thought he'd see in Tony Stark's kitchen.

A.K.A. Rhodey meets Rowan Stark and becomes an uncle.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #pepperony #tony stark #pepper potts #parents #parents masterlist #masterlists #pepperony masterlist #f/m

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steddiecameraroll · 11 months

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(Saw an episode of Cutthroat Kitchen where one of the chefs was named Todd Harrington and this idea of an au happened)

Todd (brother of Steve) is an executive chef who hires a long-haired D&D loving line cook.

Choose your own adventure ensues

• Is Steve the restaurant’s sommelier?

• Or does he hang out because he didn’t make it into college and likes eating free food and bugging his brother?

• Does Eddie drive him crazy and it’s an enemies to lovers situation?

• Or is this the beginning of an adorable fluffy meet cute?

• Are they idiots in love who don’t even realize they can’t keep their hands off each other?

• Is Steve also a line cook because of nepotism but isn’t qualified and gets them in the weeds almost daily and Eddie hates him for it?

• Is Eddie Steve’s ex but because he’s not out to his brother he can’t say anything and they have to pretend they haven’t seen each other naked?

Somebody feel free to write one or all of these. I’m already in the middle of 3 fics with more pages of random scenes and thoughts and my brain has nothing more to give at the moment.

#steddie #steddie fanfic #steddiecameraroll posts

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blucifer08 · 9 months

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I was tagged by @mimble-sparklepudding @boileddogchicken

last song: Transformation from TWEWY soundtrack over and over and over and over

currently reading: i don't really read that much lately. i'm really picky with fanfic and no books have my interest. trying to write haha.

currently watching: Been watching cutthroat kitchen with a friend :D

current obsession: TWEWY,,, and my wolship,,, always. TWEWY has really got me rn because it's got such a cool framework for creating any kind of cool story. I keep making AUs and versions of the story for myself and it's great. still also obsessed with xenoblade. not done thinking about that.

ok it's time to tag ppl!!!: tfw i can't remember people's URLs i remember them by their pfp

@lookbluesoup

@the-littlest-kojin

@thefreelanceangel

if you guys want in and haven't been tagged ? and anyone else :)

#chain

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hamsterclaw · 2 years

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Sweet

A Knight drabble featuring Yoongi from the Gemini AU.

Part of 50 fics drabbles.

Pairing: Yoongi x F! reader

Genre: Non-idol AU, chaebol Yoongi, fluff

Rating: 18+

Word count: 650

Warnings: Swearing

The entire time you’ve known him, Min Yoongi, heir apparent to Min Holdings, has been polished, cool, devastatingly sexy.

You’re impressed that he still looks good even though he’s covered in sweet potato mash.

As you walk into the kitchen, you see him arguing with Jun, his nephew, his deep voice gravelly, his tone reasonable.

‘The thing is, Jun, flinging your dinner around is wasted energy.’

18-month-old Jun grins back at him.

‘Ba.’

Yoongi, patient, says, ‘Eat.’

He holds out a spoon, and in a move too quick for you to really follow, Jun bangs at the spoon with a tiny chubby fist and flicks another big glob of sweet potato right into his Uncle Yoongi’s blond, perfectly coiffed hair.

Yoongi looks at you.

‘Maybe he’s full?’ you suggest.

‘He hasn’t eaten anything,’ Yoongi says.

You smile at sweet, chubby Jun. ‘He doesn’t look like he’s gonna starve anytime soon,’ you point out.

Yoongi’s phone rings, and he sighs with relief.

‘It’s your mama,’ he tells Jun, answering.

A moment later, the face of Yoongi’s beautiful twin sister, Minnie, fills the screen.

‘Junnie,’ she coos.

Jun bounces around happily at his mother’s face and voice.

‘Papa’s here too, baby,’ she says, and a moment later, the exquisite face of Park Jimin fills the screen.

Yoongi props up the phone and steps back whilst they coo to Jun.

‘Everything going ok?’ asks Minnie.

Yoongi scoffs. ‘He’s with his favourite uncle, of course he’s fine.’

You see the way Minnie’s gaze flickers over Yoongi’s sweet potato covered hair and cashmere sweater.

‘Is Y/N there?’ she asks.

You wave hello. ‘He’s not eating his dinner,’ you say. ‘He looks full.’

‘Probably just give him some milk before bed,’ she agrees. ‘Yoongi, darling, you have sweet potato in your hair.’

Yoongi frowns. ‘Jun threw it at me.’

Jimin sighs. ‘I’ve had to wash my hair so many times.’

‘That’s because you’re not quick enough, darling,’ Minnie says. She beams at you. ‘He loves his duck, just put it in his cot with him and he’ll be fine,’ she says.

After they hang up you ask, ‘who’s his second favourite uncle?’

Yoongi pauses in the middle of unstrapping Jun from his high chair.

‘Uncle Jungkook,’ he replies. He laughs. ‘Jimin’s livid about it. Jungkook keeps calling Jun his proxy son, whatever the fuck that means, and Jun loves spending time with him.’

Yoongi hoists Jun in his arms. ‘Come on, bath then bed.’

‘Want a hand?’ you offer.

‘Nah,’ Yoongi says. ‘I can handle it.’

By the time you’ve finished clearing up the kitchen, everything’s quiet.

You check in the spare room for Jun, but he isn’t there.

You crack open the door to Yoongi’s bedroom, and the sight that greets you makes you feel warm inside.

Yoongi’s sprawled out on the king bed, fast asleep. Jun’s spread-eagled next to him, horizontal across the bed, feet on Yoongi’s chest and face.

They look so comfortable you haven’t the heart to wake them.

You kiss Yoongi on the forehead, and his hand reaches out to grab your arm.

His other hand lifts Jun’s foot off his face.

‘Come cuddle us,’ says the gorgeous, cutthroat CEO Min Yoongi.

Yoongi straightens Jun out and reaches out an arm over his head to you.

You put your hand on his.

‘Is this what it’s going to be like?’ you ask, teasing.

Yoongi snorts.

Then he laughs, quietly so as not to wake Jun.

‘Yeah, probably.’

You’re both quiet for a bit.

You’re nearly asleep when he speaks again.

‘Want to have my babies?’

It’s his words, but it’s also the low, sexy, gravelly voice he says them in.

You swallow and take a moment to compose yourself before answering.

‘How many?’ you ask, finally, teasing.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Fuck. You’re getting me hard.’

You laugh and drop a kiss on his hand, over Jun’s head.

‘Good night, daddy.’

‘Damn,’ Yoongi says. ‘Say that again.’

#bts fanfic #yoongi fic #yoongi x reader

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fontasticcrablettes · 1 year

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All these polls have me thinking, which would be funnier: a Tales Of Chopped/Cutthroat Kitchen AU, or a Tales Of Forged In Fire AU?

I've never watched Forged in Fire so I couldn't judge how silly the shenanigans might be. Cutthroat Kitchen is pretty silly in its own right, though, and the idea of inflicting some of Tales' worst chefs with increasingly goofy restrictions sounds hilarious.

Although, I feel like Regal is a shoo-in to win such a contest, because he's already a great cook and he's used to cooking while wearing handcuffs.

#glaucophane

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Basic Info Full Name: Ana Borsalino (née Baratie), aka Ducky Age: late 20s Origin: North Blue Place of Residence: Marineford Affiliation: Marines Occupation: Vice Admiral Tsuru's assistant (formerly); Educator at Navy HQ (formerly); Chief of In-service Education Department at the HQ Zodiac Sign: Scorpio Personality Type: ENTJ 3w4

Extra Info !!! THIS AU MAJORLY DEVIATES FROM THE CANON !!! Family: Zeff (father), Cavendish (big brother), Sanji (little brother), Borsalino (husband), Bebe and Dina (daughters), Sora (mother; deceased) General Backstory: In the wake of his wife’s untimely death, chef Zeff made a radical decision to restart his life and business from a blank slate in Marineford. Despite the hardships, Zeff managed to raise Cavendish, Ana and Sanji on his own, and in return, his ducklings made him proud in the future. Alas, in a place like Marineford, safety and prestige come with a price, which became evident once Ducky got involved with one of the admirals. Hobbies: Ducky is an avid learner that seeks to extract knowledge from reading books, gathering experiences and socialising with established individuals. Whenever she wants to unwind, Ducky loves to cosy up with her books, quickly paint landscapes that open up from Baratie or listen to mellow bossa nova. Sometimes she throws dance parties with her brothers and daydreams about embarking on a sailing voyage to the All Blue with her family. Likes: Improving herself; goofing around with her brothers; dancing in the kitchen with Kizaru and listening to the sound of his voice; being rewarded for her work. Dislikes: Being pigeonholed or not taken seriously; when things don’t go according to her plan; when her thoughts and concerns are either ignored or downplayed.

Behaviour Personality: Ana is an ambitious and intelligent young woman that works towards someday leading the department she works at and standing in the same rank as the vice admirals. At her best, she is efficient, honest, hardworking and ingenious; her innate resourcefulness lets her find solutions her seniors could never think of. At her worst, she becomes conceited, jealous, cutthroat, one-track-minded, and tends to obsess over various things or people she thinks she needs to earn validation from. Duckling may be stubborn, like her father, but she’ll re-consider her options if life presents her lucrative chances. Despite her being generally favoured and supported by her higher-ups, she strives to establish herself independently through excruciatingly hard work. Habits: Follows a meticulous beauty routine every day; invests a lot of time and funds into her self-improvement; occasional smoker. Ambition: Inspired by the magnificence of Marineford, Duckling strives to prove herself to the legends and game-changers within the HQ, ascending the ranks of her profession and making her contribution to the future of the Navy. Although it must be noted that desire to be well-liked and respected by her role models underlies the lion’s share of her goals and ambitions. Greatest fear: Her loved ones getting hurt; realising that she will inevitably lose Kizaru due to their age difference. Biggest secret: Her father’s shady past; deeply buried belief that the ends justify the means. How does this character get along with other characters? Prefers to keep her distance and trusts only a few chosen people, like her family and husband. In the work environment she's very diligent, responsible, occasionally competitive and even combative, although her superiors appreciate that kind of attitude. Holds her higher-ups in high regard. Among peers, Ducky’s humorous side shines through, by cracking cutting (and sometimes pervy) jokes, however she struggles to let her guard down out of fear of coming across as vulnerable or sensitive. Over time she became convinced that only Kizaru is able to see her for who she really is without ending up hating her. When someone piques her romantic interest, she tends to plunge into a new relationship head-first.

Appearance Height: 161 cm Body Type: Lithe, slightly athletic. Skin tone: Fair with a golden undertone. Hair (style & colour): Shoulder-length; dark blond; neatly styled. She wears her hair either in a neatly tied ponytail or styles and adorns it with small and elegant hair accessories. Eyes: Hooded; icy blue. Facial description: Oval face shape; high cheekbones; a slightly long straight nose; full bow-shaped lips. Normally wears natural makeup: light mauve or no eyeshadow, slick eyeliner, rosy pink blush and lipstick of the same colour. Off the clock, Ducky goes for bolder lip colour (vibrant pink, or even darker brown), and thicker eyeliner adorned with a false lash. Prominent features or distinguishing marks: beauty marks on the ride side of her chin and near her right eye; beauty mark on her left ring finger. Style of dress: In the walls of HQ, Ducky has developed a sophisticated and recognisable fashion style – her go-to outfits consist of tweed suits or blazer dresses, tights and heels that harmonise with the rest of her outfit. She spends a lot of time in the morning getting ready for work, following a meticulously planned beauty routine. Usually plans what she is going to wear a day ahead. Off the clock, Ducky can put an edgier side of her style on display, thus she often goes for materials like leather for her pants and skirts, and likes to experiment with oversized, unconventional tops in vibrant colours. Mannerisms or gestures: Piercing cold gaze; can't help but wince when people get on her nerves; her eyes are quite expressive and may give away her real attitude. Occasionally speaks North Blue dialect with her father and brothers.

Significant Relationships Baratie Flock: Ducky considers her dad and brothers her heroes and closest friends. Their family dynamic is built upon mutual unconditional support and dedication to the flock’s needs. The family’s love for each other is obvious, but it’d be a lie to call their dynamic perfect. The cracks in their relationships started to show once Ducky introduced the man she was willing to spend the rest of her life with, much to Zeff’s unconcealed disapproval. Borsalino: Upon their first meeting, neither Ducky nor Kizaru could imagine that they’d have anything in common, much less that they’d be the endgame. First and foremost, Ducky focused on building her career at the HQ and impressing her superiors, while Kizaru couldn’t care less for another one of Tsuru’s employees. His professional interest sparked only when Ana started receiving lavish praises from the Marine legends, which inspired him to provide his patronage to her as well. Later on, their friendship extended past the HQ walls, the two were meeting more frequently as friends in an informal setting where Ducky could rely on her new friend for the words of advice and encouragement. The timing never seemed right for them to take a leap of faith and take their relationship to the next level, so for several years Ana had to suppress her feelings for the older admiral, while Kizaru idly yearned for the moment when he could sweep her off her feet. When their mutual fondness finally did overcome them, Borsalino didn’t make himself wait too long and proposed to Ducky less than a month after the two became official. Sentomaru: Natural frenemies, Ana and Sentomaru started bumping heads since she’d first set foot in the HQ. Sentomaru dismissed her talents and considered her too green to participate in board meetings, even if she was dutifully assisting Tsuru, and Ducky found schadenfreude in outshining him. Sentomaru also played a major role in setting up his boss with Ducky. Tsuru and Sengoku: Ducky’s mentors and role models. In bouts of pride, they often expressed that she was a natural for working at the HQ, which vexed Zeff quite a lot. Kuzan: Mostly neutral and indifferent, Aokiji didn’t interact much with Ana besides having short conversations on bureaucratic matters. Ducky’s rapid rank ascension impressed Kuzan, so the two started spending more time together and getting to know each other, thus forming a strictly platonic friendship. Kuzan was one of the few people who didn’t have anything against Borsalino’s relationship with her, in fact he even stated that they were meant for each other. Bianca (aka Bebe) and Ferdinanda (aka Dina): The little daughters of Kizaru and Ana, daddy’s little treasures. Bianca’s bossy, feisty and brutally honest attitude stands in a sharp contrast to Dina’s laid-back aplomb. Little do the girls know that they became the glue for Ana and Zeff’s relationship that had been tested by many adversities.

💚 🦆 Ty for reading! 🦆💚

#Ducky #Duckling #Borsalana #Baratie Flock #GlintFam #one piece self insert #one piece oc #one piece self-ship #self ship #Literally my favourite SI #More on her relationships in separate posts #Planet Duckling

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