#mobster!john x reader

[earlgreydream]

shattered. | tommy shelby x reader angst

He promised you.

tommy shelby angst. because my heart aches.

"Where is he?" You demanded, glaring hard at Arthur.

Thomas' brother avoided your eyes, muttering to get back behind the bar at the Garrison. You reached out and shoved his shoulder, knocking him back against the bar, catching him off-balance.

"Don't ya fuckin' lay your hands on me, woman!" Arthur yelled at you, getting in your face.

"Tell me where Tommy is!" you yelled back, feeling dozens of shocked eyes boring into you.

You weren't afraid of anything, not even the Shelby's. You had been looking for Tommy, who had promised to meet you at the train station. You'd waited for him on the platform, suitcase in hand, waiting to be whisked off to France with Tommy.

Thomas Shelby had promised to take you to France.

.

"Tommy," you called to him, walking into his office.

You climbed onto his desk, sitting in front of him as he leaned back, taking a drag from the cigarette between his full lips. His large hand came down to your thigh, squeezing gently and rubbing your leg.

"Come to bed," you whispered, lips hovering over his cheek before pressing a kiss against his warm skin.

"I'm workin'"

You shifted, moving the straps of your slip off your shoulders, the delicate fabric fluttering down to gather around your waist, tempting Tommy with your bare upper body. He leaned back, taking a good look at you as he smoked, dark blue eyes drinking in every inch of you.

"But I need you," you whined, parting your thighs and pulling back the fabric to show him your sex, dripping with desire for him.

"Jesus fucking christ," Thomas swore, pushing your knees open as you tried to close them, teasing him.

"Come to bed."

He stood so abruptly you jumped, the mobster towering over you. After putting out his cigarette, Thomas lifted you up under your knees, carrying you upstairs naked, leaving your flimsy slip on his desk downstairs.

Within minutes, you were writhing on his sheets, pulling hard at his ink-black hair as he ate you out mercilessly. His hot tongue lapped up everything you had to give him, tasting you until you were reduced to ragged screams.

The first time you came on his tongue, but he promised more, moving over you to bury his cock in your soaking pussy, pounding hard and deep as you clung desperately to him. Your nails dragged red lines down his freckled back, your face buried into his shoulder, muffling your moans as his hips connected with yours.

He kissed your neck as you threw your head back, unable to stop a second orgasm from shattering through your body, squeezing tightly around him, pulling Thomas into the chasm with you.

"Don't, don't," you begged hoarsely as he tried to pull out, grabbing his arm to stop him.

"What? You want to warm my cock?"

"Please, stay inside me for a little longer," you begged, exhaling as he settled down, halfway on top of you, buried inside.

"I want to get away from here," you whispered, brushing his hair from his eyes, his head lying on your chest.

"I want to take you away from here," Thomas confessed, squeezing your waist, burying his face in you, fantasizing about taking you away from all of the violence of his job, to live happily together somewhere west of Paris.

"It will be perfect. We'll have horses, I'll paint your barn red," he promised, his fingers gently stroking your bare skin as he spoke.

"I've never wanted anything else other than to be with you," you confessed.

"I'll get you away from here, I promise."

.

You had waited at the train station, and he never came. You watched the train to Paris come and go, shattering the pieces of your heart and dragging them away with it. Your throat was raw as you made the long walk back to the Garrison to look for him, to figure out why the hell he had stood you up and left you alone.

"John! Where the fuck is Tommy?!" you shouted, looking at his younger brother, turning away from Arthur after getting nowhere with him.

John looked at his feet, refusing to answer you. You picked up a glass off the bar and threw it at the floor, watching it shatter - just like your heart.

"Stop it, right now."

You knew the commanding voice anywhere - Tommy walked out from the back, his eyes hard as he stared you down.

"Where were you?!" you demanded furiously, your chest heaving as you forced back sobs.

"You will not continue to make a scene in my bar," he spoke with unwavering authority, stepping back and opening the door, silently instructing you to follow him.

"You will not tell me what to do!" the words burned your throat, your heel hitting the wooden floor with a resounding crack that sent a wave of certainty up your spine.

You could tell he was fighting back emotion as he walked up to you and grabbed your elbow. He was careful not to hurt you, but dragged you into the privacy of the back room.

"Let go!"

He released you, leaning back against the closed door so you couldn't get past him, trapping you in the room.

"Why, Tommy?" you asked, your voice shaking.

"I had to accept an engagement deal to the prime minister's daughter. It's for business, we need it to-"

You stepped back like you'd been slapped, a sharp pain exploding through your chest.

"For your business? Last night, you promised to leave it all behind and get away with me," you were unable to stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks.

He leaned forward to touch you, but you drew away, backing against the opposite wall, putting as much space as he could between the two of you. Tommy brought his knuckles to his mouth, exhaling a wounded sigh into his hand.

"I have to do this, for my brothers."

"You promised me, Tommy. You slept inside of me last night! You said you loved me!" you screamed, breaking down into full-out sobs, crumbling into pieces.

The pain in his eyes was evident, but it only made you angrier. He had chosen his business over you, a loveless marriage over you - over all of the promises he made under the moon. Years of love and sex and memories shattered in a day, and you were left with no idea how to pick up the pieces.

"It's not just about me, it's not just about you."

"That's a weak excuse," you hissed, slapping his hand away when he reached out to touch you.

"I do love you," he whispered.

"You broke my heart, Thomas Shelby."

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[acewritesfics]

Nothing Else Matters | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No.  

Warnings: Mentions of war. Not my favorite imagine that I've ever written. 

Word count: 800

TOMMY SHELBY MASTERLIST

⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. YOU CAN FIND THE ORIGINAL POST STILL FLOATING AROUND ON TUMBLR SOMEWHERE. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

"Nothing else matters as long as we are together," Tommy speaks softly to Y/N as they slow dance to the classical tune that is playing through the gramophone in the corner of their living room. "You make me forget about everything and everyone but you." 

She shuts her eyes and rests her head on his shoulder. His arm around her waist pulls her closer to him as he sways to the rhythm of the music. His words make her heart skip a beat. Tommy hardly ever talked about his feelings. When he did, he was alone with her. 

Y/N was his longest and dearest friend before she became his wife. Tommy and Y/N have known each other since they were babies since their mothers were more like sisters than best friends. 

The two women became pregnant around the same time, with Tommy being born two months before Y/N. 

Even though Y/N's affections for the Birmingham mobster deepened throughout the years before Tommy was sent to war, their friendship never blossomed romantically until Tommy returned home when the war was over. She didn't confess her love to Tommy until he was ready to board the train that was taking him away from her and his family. She pleaded with him to return home because she couldn't bear to live without him. 

Throughout the war, the two exchanged letters between his visits home. Once his letters stopped closer to the end, she feared the worst. During his visits home she could see how much the war was changing him and the others. He wasn't the Tommy she'd grown up with but her love for him never wavered. 

She hugged Arthur and John after they hugged their aunt and sister, kissing their cheeks, delighted to have them home alive. Her heart ached for John, whose wife had died not long before his return. She had helped Polly and Ada take care of the kids and Finn, the youngest of the Shelby siblings. 

It wasn't until the most of the families had left the station that she spotted the Shelby brother, whom she had feared was lost. She was filled with emotion when she saw him standing there, bruised and broken but still alive. Her eyes welled up with tears as she ran towards the man she loves, his arms stretched out to greet her as she landed in his arms. Tommy kissed her before she could say anything, afraid that this was all a dream. 

The couple's relationship was not easy. Tommy was overcoming the trauma he had experienced while in France and readjusting back into society. Tommy frequently awoke believing he was still in the French trenches and that he was still being tortured all over again. He tried numerous times to convince Y/N to leave him, but the more he tried, the more she proved she would not leave him. The nights he spent with her, the nightmares, the memories, and the mental scars faded to the back of his mind. 

He realises in those moments just how much he loves her, how much he appreciates her, and how much he had been taking her for granted. It's always been her for Thomas Shelby. And for her, it's always been him. It took a war and years apart for him to realise it. 

"Tommy?" she asks, lifting her head from his shoulder to look into his magnificent icy blue eyes. 

He responds, looking intently into her eyes, "Yes, love?" 

"I need you to be safe tomorrow," she says, recalling his meeting at the horse races. She is aware that things with the Shelby Brothers hardly ever go as anticipated. "At the first sign of trouble, you get out of there." 

Her greatest fear throughout the war was Tommy not returning home. She still feels the same fear even though there is no longer a war. 

"I may come home a little banged up from time to time, but I always return home to you," He makes an attempt to soothe her worries. 

She moves away from him and says, "It's not only me you have to return home to, Thomas; I'm not raising our child without you." His gaze travels to her belly, to the small bump where his baby is growing. "And you still have to marry me. We can't be married if you're not here." 

"Everything will be alright," Tommy promises her as he brings her back into his arms. He places his hand on her tiny bump, "Now, instead of worrying about me, you worry about Tommy Jr. in there." 

He sways to the music once more as she puts her head back on his shoulder. "I'll always worry about you, Tommy, the both of you because I have no doubt this child will be his father's son." 

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[holylulusworld]

Still rude? (2)

Title: Still rude

Summary: He’s just rude to anyone. 

Square filled for @steverogersbingo​​: D2: (Steve Rogers x Reader): John Walker

Pairing: Alpha(Mobster) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, remorse, Steve is persistent, Walker is an ass, agressive omega, violence, the reader likes to slap assholes, true mates

Rating: Mature

Words:  2,4k

<< Part 1

Rude masterlist

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“That’s great,” you pretend to listen to your friend’s rant about her latest boyfriend. She can’t stop telling you how great he is, and strong, and whatever she wants in a man. “I hope you get happy with him. You deserve the best.”

While your friend still talks about her new alpha, you glance at the cast around your hand. “I’m fine, by the way. My hand is still broken, and I can’t seem to find a new job, but yeah, life is great.”

“What?” she finally stops talking and takes her time to glance at you. “What did you say, Y/N?”

“Nothing. I said that I need to go now, Hunter,” you crack a smile. “I got another appointment in an hour. It’s a promising job interview. I need to make money to open a catering firm. It’s my dream, you know.”

“Why do you want to waste your time on cooking for other people,” Hunter takes a large swig of her wine. “Find an alpha or a sugar daddy. Let them pay for everything.”

“Hunter, with all due respect,” you slowly get up from your chair and toss money onto the table, “I’m not some whore letting a random alpha knot me to have them pay for my stuff. Obedient and meek is just not my style.”

She mutters under her breath while you storm out of the restaurant. It’s not her fault, really. The one ruining your mood is Steve Rogers, the bastard running you over.

It feels like he’s always there in the back of your mind. The alpha sent more flowers, and gifts over the last days. You refused to take the gifts, though. 

“Ah, Miss Y/L/N,” your potential new boss smiles widely. “I’m glad you made it. Your résumé is … nice.”

“Nice,” you take the offered seat, not liking the way the alpha looks you up and down. “Right. So, the position you offer sounds interesting. Can you tell me more about it?”

“Let me just introduce me to you first,” he cuts you off. You already know his name, but he’s the boss. “I’m John Walker, and this is my restaurant.”

You smile politely and fold your hands in your lap, already knowing two things. One, he won’t give you the job. Two, he’s a complete douche. 

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Walker,” you dip your head to glance at the awful pictures of half-naked women on his walls. It takes anything in you to not srunch up your nose.

“I must tell you that the position is no longer vacant. My partner hired a cook a few days ago,” now you roll your eyes. That bastard let you drive for an hour only to tell you the position is no longer available. Alpha asshole first grade.

“You see, I came here believing that you have a position to offer,” as you get up from your chair, Walker does the same. “You could’ve just called me.”

“I checked on you on social media and wanted to get to know you,” he licks his lips, making you scowl. “How about we have dinner tonight?”

“Christ,” you turn to leave. “I believed you are only an ass giving a shit on other people’s time. Now you just revealed you stalked me. What a fucking creep!” 

“Wait. I want to get to know you better, omega,” stopping in your tracks you take a deep breath before you twirl around to storm toward Walker. 

“Never,” you slap your purse in his face, “call me,” you slap him again, with your hand this time, “like that again! You’ve got no right to call me like that. Creep!”

“Can you believe this, Pepper,” you mutter and curse while walking along the hallways in your apartment complex, “that guy only invited me to ask me out! I came for a job and all he had to offer was his knot.”

“WHO?” dropping your phone you squeak as Steve Rogers came out of nowhere. He dropped the roses in his hands to stare down at your now broken phone. “WHO OFFERED HIS KNOT? WHO DARED TO DISRESPECT YOU?”

“What the fuck!” you place one hand on your heart. “You scared the shit out of me, Rogers! What are you doing here?”

“Can you not yell so loud!” your nosy neighbor rips her door open to poke her head out. “I wanted to watch my favorite show.”

“Bitch,” it’s the wrong day to mess with you, “if you keep the noises low when your husband comes home, we can talk about noise complaints. I can hear you fuck every time he sticks his pitiful dick into you.”

“What? I—” flustered she moves back inside her apartment and slams the door shut, muttering behind her door.

“That’s what I thought. I had to buy noise-reducing headphones,” Steve watches you with amusement. While you took your neighbor apart, he picked your phone up to check on it. “Back to you, Rogers.”

“I came to apologize again and to ask you out,” he stammers as you brush past him. You snatch your phone out of his hands on your way, huffing as he follows you like a puppy. “Who made you so mad? I want to know the guy’s name, doll.”

“Jesus can all of you just leave me alone,” groaning you press your forehead against your door. “It’s none of your business but to get rid of you, I’ll tell you what happened.”

“Y/N, tell me everything,” you’d like to punch Steve’s face too, but you are too exhausted and only want to hide in your bed and forget about another shitty day. “Please.”

“I will tell you everything if you promise to leave me alone.”

“For today, I’ll leave you alone,” he offers. “I swear.”

“Fine,” it’s better than nothing so you take the chance to be left alone for the rest of the day. “I wanted to apply for a job today at the new restaurant in town. The owner, John Walker invited me, knowing the job is already taken,” you huff as Steve places his hand on your shoulder. “He checked on my social media to find out more about me. That fucking creep dared to ask me out!”

“He did what?” Steve’s voice is low, threatening now. “I’m sorry this happened to you, doll,” he whispers in your ear. “I’ll make sure that he knows his place…”

“What?” the alpha is gone before you can blink. He placed the roses on the floor, next to your door. “How did he do this?”

“You see, Steve Rogers is not a very patient man,” Bucky laughs as the man in front of him cowers on the ground. “You messed with the wrong omega.”

“It’s about an omega?” John Walker whines. “Who? I met so many people since we opened the restaurant. It’s not my fault the girls are all over me. I’m a good-looking man.”

“She didn’t come here to suck your dick, punk,” Steve wraps his palm around Walker’s throat, smirking as the alpha struggles to breathe right. “Y/N wanted a job and you dared to trick her.”

“The cook?” he sucks in a breath. “I swear, nothing happened. I didn’t touch her, Sir. Mr. Rogers.”

“But you wanted to, huh?” the mobster breathes in Walker’s face. “Am I right, you piece of shit? You tried to touch what’s mine.”

“Uh, Steve. She’s not yours…not yet” snapping his head toward Clint, Steve growls low in his throat. “Just saying, boss. The girl is not your omega.”

“Not yet. I’ll earn her forgiveness. Now let me finish that bastard off.”

“Steve, you shouldn’t kill him,” Bucky tries to reason with his friend. “If Y/N reads in the newspaper that the guy she told you about is dead, she’ll know it was you.”

“Fuck. Now I can’t even kill that douche.”

“You could rough him up a little. Cut off a toe, or an ear?” the brunette suggests, making Sam snicker. “What, Wilson?”

“How did you know I asked her out?” John licks his lips. “Did she tell you so?”

“Stop talking about my girl,” Steve’s voice booms through the empty restaurant. “If you don’t want me to cut your cock off, shut up and take it like a man!”

“Not again,” you growl low in your throat as Steve Rogers stands in front of your door again, a bouquet of roses in his hands. “What do you want today?”

“Hi, I got roses and a business card for you,” he hands you the flowers, huffing as you drop them to the ground. “I know you are still mad at me, but a friend of mine just bought a new restaurant. He could use a cook.”

“I don’t want your help, asshat. All I want is for you to leave me alone,” Steve cocks his head to glance at your broken hand. “You already did enough.”

“I want to help you get a new job. You see, I can’t fix your broken hand, but anything else. Let me do this for you, doll. Please,” oh, no. You won’t fall for his puppy dog eyes or his scent. Damn him, he smells so good you’d like to drown in his scent, but you won’t give in.

“No. I changed my mind,” you glance at the roses on the ground, sighing. While you crouch down to pick the flowers up, Steve subtle sniffs in your direction. Your scent-blocked wore off a few hours ago and now your scent is so intense he feels a little dizzy. “I don’t want to work for an asshole like my last boss ever again.”

“What do you want to do instead?” he watches you sniff at the roses. “Doll?”

“Can you not call me doll all the time? I’m not some pretty doll you can play with and toss aside when you are done playing,” you quip. 

“Fine. Y/N,” Steve hates to give in to your every whim. He’s not used to a feisty and demanding omega. Most of the women he met in his life threw themself at the cocky mobster. “What are your plans for the future?”

“To get rid of you,” he grins at your words, even chuckles as you decide to keep the roses.

“I meant what do you want to do with your life.”

“I planned to make more money and to start my catering firm in two or three years. I will just sell some stuff and try to start my business in a few months. I spared some money and—” you shriek as Steve grasps your hand. “HEY!”

“LET ME HELP YOU DOLL! I can lend you as much money as you will need and more. I can get you equipment and everything else,” he hastily offers. “Name it and I’ll get it for you. A car, a restaurant…anything.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Did your alpha hindbrain get damaged when that woman left you? You can’t buy me,” you break out of his grip and slam the door in his face, grumbling under your breath. 

“Doll! Open the door. I want to help you fulfill all of your dreams,” Steve huffs as you won’t let him in. “I’ll be back. Maybe we can open a restaurant together?”

“Like hell,” you yell. “Get away from me.”

“I love you too, doll…” the alpha leaves for now. But he’ll be back with a better plan to win you over. Your scent drives him crazy, and he can barely think straight when you are close. He’s sure, you must be his true mate…

“NOOO! Please don’t get near me,” John Walker freaks out as you walked past him. You didn’t even recognize it was him until he started to scream. “He will kill me.”

“What’s wrong with you, dude?” cocking your head you watch the man run away. He whimpers and whines, all the while limping toward his car. “How did you break your leg? Did one of the girls you tried to fool break it?”

“Please tell Steve Rogers I didn’t even look at you,” he covers his eyes with both hands, sniffling as you stand on the sidewalk, looking at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t do anything wrong, miss.”

“Walker, what are you talking about? How do you know Steve Rogers?” you huff. “Oh, yeah. All alpha assholes know each other somehow.”

“He came to me and broke my leg and more. Rogers warned me to never even look at you again.”

“That fucker!” you growl, making Walker flinch. “You’re an ass, but I won’t let him hurt you again. Just don’t pull shit as you did with me ever again.”

“Promised…”

“YOU!” Clint stumbles back as you shove him aside to enter Steve Rogers’ home. Or rather the huge mansion he calls his own. “WHERE IS ROGERS?”

“Doll, you are back,” the brunette helping you at the party makes his way toward you. “How have you been, Y/N?”

“It’s you,” you roll your eyes as Bucky pulls you in a hug. “Thank you for helping me that night and staying with me.”

“What brings you here?”

“Rogers. I want to rip him a new one,” Bucky laughs but wraps his arm around your shoulders to guide you toward Steve’s office. “I mean it.”

“Give it to him good,” the alpha whispers in your ear before stopping in front of his friend’s office. “Steve is a good man, but a stubborn and grumpy alpha. He needs a strong hand, doll.”

“A strong hand in his face,” you twist the doorknob. “I will slap him good…”

“Doll! You came to me,” Steve gets off his chair to make his way toward you. “What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?”

“What brings me here? You broke Walker’s leg,” you point your finger at Steve, making him frown. “Asshole!”

“How do you know?”

“I heard it through the grapevine, Rogers,” you exhale sharply. “Who do you think you are? I had it handled. I slapped that asshole’s face and gave it to him good. I don’t need some alpha going at people messing with me. If you want to kick someone’s ass, kick your own. You broke my fucking hand and got me fired.”

“Aw, you’re so adorable when mad. Shit, I want to win you over but seeing you so mad at me gets me all tingly,” he grins as you slap his face hard enough to leave an angry red handprint on his cheek. “Hit me harder, baby doll. I can take it.”

“I will cut off your balls if you don’t stop messing with me,” you glare up at Steve. “I mean it, Rogers.” You point your index finger at him. “Stay away from me.”

>> Part 3

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Summary: Legendary Assassin, John Wick, has retired from his violent career, and married the love of his life. From that love came a child, and then from that love came death.  Now, a sadistic mobster, Losef Tarasov, and his thugs steal John’s prized car, kill his dog, and kidnap his daughter, Analiah. From there is the tipping point that draws John back into a vengeful killing machine. While all this is going on, Losef’s father, and John’s former colleague, puts a bounty on his head.

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Steve Rogers - His Girl Intro

(18+)

Hello lovelies, I hope you're all looking after yourselves. This is the intro to my new Steve Rogers Series and I just wanted to see if there would be any interest in it.

Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader (she/her pronouns).

Warnings: murder, blood, physical violence, think that's it.

Minors DNI

Chapter One

Steven Grant Rogers was feared by many in New York. He was the king of the land and anyone who dared to interfere with his business would end up with a bullet between the eyes. Demanding, intimidating, serious and harsh were just some of the words used to describe the mobster. His business was the most important thing to him. Very few dared to cross his path, the police and politicians were on his payroll and no other mafia dared to cross him. 

Steve never hurt anyone innocent, just those who did him wrong. He stood up for what was right (in his eyes) and protected those he cared about. He saw himself as a reasonable man, one who would always listen before taking action - unless you really pissed him off. 

Steve was currently sitting in a meeting, his right hand men Bucky and Sam sat behind him. Sitting straight in his black leather chair, Steve's jaw ticked. His black suit hugged his muscles and showed off just how big he was compared to some of the other men in the room. Dark blonde hair was slicked back and his beard was trimmed to perfection.

In front of him sat various terrified men. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars worth of firearms were stolen from one of Steve’s downtown warehouses. John Walker was currently blaming every other man in the room for the weapons ‘disappearing’ and took no responsibility for what happened. The warehouse was his responsibility, Steve trusted John to watch over the area.

John Walker was supposed to be in charge. 

“Y’know Walker, I’m getting really sick of you putting the blame on everyone else.” Steve stood up and shrugged off his suit jacket before placing it on the back of the chair. His hand moved to rub over his mouth and beard in one quick motion. 

“You were the one in charge of the safe house, so unless someone in this room can tell me what happened..” Steve paused to look around the room at the other men before looking down at John. “You, John, will be dealing with the consequences.” 

John opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water, trying to think of an excuse, any excuse to get Steve off his back. Steves glare hardened in seconds and he pulled his gun out of the holster that sat across his shoulders.  

“M..Mr Rogers” a voice squeaked from the corner. Peter Parker was shaking like a leaf, tears filling his eyes in fear of what the infamous Steve Rogers was going to do to him after calling him by name. 

Peter had seen Brock Rumlow, a member of a rival Mafia, on the corner of the street talking to Walker on the night the weapons went missing. 

“Yes Parker?” Steve barked, his head snapping towards Peter. Steve's gun still rested against Walker’s head. 

Peter mumbled, his words caught in his throat as fear consumed him. “Spit it out” Steve spat harshly when Peter didn’t speak again. With a deep breath in, Peter finally found his voice again.

“I..I saw Rumlow o..on the corner, with Walker on..on the night the weapons were taken. I wasonmywayhomeandIjustfiguredthatWalkerwastellingRumlowtogetoffourstreets” Peter 

suddenly forgot how to talk again, his words coming out stuttered as his word vomit began. 

Peter spoke fast but Steve heard every word and before a beat had passed a bullet was put through Walker's thigh. An agonising cry filled the room as Walker grabbed his leg. Steve, quick to put his gun away, pulled John up by his collar, “Did you sell them to Rumlow?” Steve’s tone was harsh, his voice low as he waited for a response. 

A forceful punch sent John’s face in the other direction as Steve waited for an answer, “Well?...Did you?”. Another violent punch met John’s face.

“H..he made an offer I couldn’t resist” John spat out, his eye already swelling shut while he spat some blood out of his mouth (along with a tooth… or three).

Rage consumed Steve as he pushed Walker to the floor. Within seconds his gun was back in hand and a bullet travelled between Walker's eyes. Everyone in the room watched the whole ordeal in silence, no one daring to intervene or try to stop what Steve was doing. They all knew the second Peter spoke up that Walker was a traitor. 

Steve put his gun on the desk, his hands moving to take off his holster and shirt that was decorated by John’s blood. He nodded towards Bucky and Sam who made quick work of getting rid of John and the rest of the men in the room. 

“Parker”

Peter spun around so fast, almost giving himself whiplash. “Yes boss?” he squeaked before clearing his throat and standing up taller. 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone? Could have saved me the hassle of losing 450K.” Steve began buttoning up a new shirt as he spoke, a brow raised at the brunette's direction. 

“I..” Peter looked down, “You trusted John to be..be in charge of the safe house. I was worried you wouldn’t believe me” he stuttered out. 

“Kid..” Steve started, “if you ever see something that’s off, you gotta say.” Peter was shocked at Steve’s response. “You’ve got good instinct, a sixth sense.  I need that. You’ve got the safe house. The men there will be under your orders and anyone who doesn’t do as you say will face the same fate Walker did… Trust yourself, if something is off, tell us. Do that and you’ll work your way up the ladder here pretty quickly.”.

Peter smiled before putting on a serious face when he saw the way Steve’s brows furrowed. “Yes boss,” Peter nodded before leaving the room. 

Steve wasn’t just the leader of the biggest Mafia in New York, he was the CEO of his family's business. His business savvy is what brought his Mafia family to the top and it was his own instincts that were going to keep them there. 

Once the Walker situation had been disposed of, Steve and his two right hand men decided to head out for some lunch. Exiting the private estate in a private plate SUV the men travelled to a small Italian restaurant on the outskirts of town. They were seated at their usual table by the owner Mr Falcone, an older gentleman and ordered three neat whiskeys. 

The three men had been coming here since they were young and had bonded with the owners, a married couple from Italy who opened the restaurant when they first travelled to America. The men began to converse discreetly before ordering their food with Mrs Falcone who graced them each with a loving kiss on the cheek and a hug when she greeted them. 

“Ahh my favourite boys, where have you all been?” she kissed Steve's cheek before moving to Sam, “it’s been too long since you've been here” she scolded and soon found her way to Bucky, “I’ve missed you” she pinched his cheeks. 

They engaged in small talk before a group of women walked in. Mrs Falcone excused herself and made her way to the door to welcome them in. They were seated a few tables away from the men and some of the women blushed as they made eye contact with the handsome mafia men.

One of the women caught Steve’s eyes. She appeared to be the quietest of the group, not having said a word the whole time they had been in the restaurant. He thought she was gorgeous, breathtakingly beautiful. 

He gazed at her, watching her eyes light up and a smile take over her face when one of her friends turned to tell her something. Her eyes were gentle and matched her facial features. She wasn’t his usual type, a bit plumper in some areas but that didn’t bother him one bit. He watched as she engaged in conversation with Mr and Mrs Falcone (the pair always tried to get to know their customers) her luscious lips capturing his attention. 

“Steve” Bucky knocked his shoulder against Steve’s to draw him back to reality. 

“What?” Steve hissed, frustratedly moving his gaze away from the woman at the other table. 

“I said you’re drooling” Bucky let out a boyish laugh and ruffled Steve’s hair. 

Steve had been best friends with Bucky and Sam since they were young and they had always had each other's backs. Their parents were all involved in the same Mafia family so it was only right that the three men joined them when the time came.

While Steve was the one in charge, his best friends both played big roles within the business. Sam was in charge of the money side of things, making sure all the calculations were right before deals were made and Bucky, well Bucky was the muscles. 

All three men (and the men and women within their organisation) were fit and ready for any form of fight - mental or physical but Bucky was a different breed. If Steve ever needed to intimidate someone then he would send Bucky. Even if Steve was in the same room, it was Bucky who threatened people with physical violence - the metal arm he had since his early twenties being the thing people feared most.

“Fuck off” Steve grinned as his gaze wandered over to the woman once more, watching as she excitedly opened some presents that her friends had put on the table. It was normal for the men to tease each other about women, it’s what they had always done. 

“She is cute” Sam hummed in approval as he surveyed the group of women, “and so are her friends” he sent a wink towards one of the others at the table.

Bucky called over Mrs Falcone and asked his favourite lady what the presents were for. 

“Oh, the one with the presents just graduated, a teacher” she said cheerily “isn’t it lovely to see young women achieving their dreams, look how happy she looks”. Mrs Falcone looked over at the table with a big smile as the women cheered their cocktails in celebration. 

Steve nodded in approval “very lovely indeed”, his tone shifted as he looked over at the women again “give them a bottle of champagne from us, actually make it two. They’re a big group” he smiled up at her. 

“Oh you boys” she ruffled their hair “such good boys” she clapped cheerily as she walked behind the bar and got the bottles along with 3 more whiskies for the men. 

Once the bottles were taken over to the table the group of women looked over to the group of mobsters and giggled when the three men raised their glasses. The girl Sam winked at invited the boys over and who were they to say no to a table of gorgeous women. 

Steve made sure to sit beside the teacher, a small smirk growing on his lips at the way she blushed. 

“Congratulations, I’m Steve by the way”. He held out his hand to her and she gently shook it. 

“Thank you, I’m Y/n”  a small sweet smile graced her features before she got distracted by the commotion of the rest of the group introducing themselves.

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Can we be lonely together? Ch. 8

A Homelander X Stalker! reader

This is a G/N reader fic, a slow burn fic and as off now almost 100 page novella at least according to the google doc... oh and also a Supe! reader fic. Long chapter ahead!!!

Author note: I'm too self indulgent but i promise the ending is coming soon. might have the next chapter done by the end of the wk, but work is wearing me down mentally. I will edit one day UwU Previous chapters in the #my fic tag in me blog

Sypnosis: You've become enamored with Vought Number 1 hero and will do anything to gain his affections... he just won't like the lenghts you took to get him to like you.

R18+ blood, murder and cannibalism mention, light smut, S.A. mention. Homie is a little OOC

Chapter 8

Canapes for Cannibals.

Trembling with fear, watching your eyes water, I feel the sting of your grip as you try removing my hands off your face, stammering your whimpers, clutching at me unsure of how much strenght to give.

“Are you even real?” Your voice is crumbling– I don’t need this… I… I fucked up… he hates me, and now I’m seeing things” your voice a broken mess.

Lonesome tears cleansed your cheeks better than I ever could.

“I’m right here. I… I am right here, Homelander. Mi sol…”

“No!” The leather of your gloves squeaking as it cracks my wrist, my fingers turning blue as I wince into my teeth– What are you doing here? Thought you were fucking your fancy journo fucko!”

I could feel the sound of your thoughts coming back to me, muffled echoes from across the street, pedestrians around us too loud to understand what you’re saying, this building too busy. 

I couldn’t help cupping your face, leaning closer wanting to kiss you– to comfort you.

“You’re my last, remember– why would I look for anybody else, John? If I don’t expect to survive you– Now tell me what happened? Why did you came home looking like this…?”

You nodded your head reluctantly, softening your grip, watching my fingers regain their color.

Watching me like I’m a stranger, wishing for me to be a mere hallucination. 

“He hates me…”

“He was probably startled… now go and get all of this off, and I’ll go check on your boy.”

“What the fuck do you know about being a parent!? Or Ryan!?”

More than you, if I am honest– I’ll admit I thought that.

“John. Anybody would be frightened if you showed up covered in guts… you got some pancreas in your hair.”

The way my voice stood still, so coldy that it didn’t seemed natural anymore, you thought it was rehearsed, it unsettled you.

“Not you? Used to seeing guts?” You chuckled, taking a step back from me forcing a stiff laugh from between your teeth– you… you’re a piece of work. You toy me around and then act worried, showing up in my house unnanouce saying you want to help me! I don’t need your bullshit!! It's not like I’m your boyfriend! Aren’t I just a fucktoy!? Who the fuck are you!? Who are you really!?”

You shouted. I am sure even my neighbors heard your bellows.

So I offered you some truths to ease your weary soul, you wanted anything to distract you from your own mess, after all and I always indulged you.

“I don’t consider myself a serial killer but legally speaking I could qualify as such.” I ignored you moving to the bathroom, not bothering to raise my voice while I picked towels– career criminals more like it… after I ran away from my foster home– back when I was a teen. I met some mobsters, and they helped me achieve my full potential. Don’t get me wrong, they helped me get through community college and stuff, as long as I did my job of course, but that’s back before my knees got too old for my age.”

You stood still even as I handed you the towels.

“I can tell you all about my rough upbringing after you stop using me as an excuse to ignore the actual issue upstairs. I fucked up. I should’ve been here instead of wasting time with Kent, and I’m sorry.” Now I’m the one whimpering inside my own grave– I’m not a good person… John… I’ve hurt people just to keep my belly full. For fun. For no reason. But always on purpose, why would you want someone like me around?” my stomach sank– I don’t deserve to love you.”

It all made sense at this moment, what I wanted to fight the most against.

This attachment that took hold of me with the same intensity as a head-on collision on the freeway.

“I came ‘cuz I wanted to apologize… that’s why I brought” I moved away from you doing my darndest to not look at your face, or listen to you. Picking up my desserts– I know you don’t care for Ice cream but… forget it. Just clean up and I assure you the kid is fine.”

He was fine, just embarrassed about his outburst.

“Is that your superpower? Telepathy?”

“Being a tech-wiz isn’t enough in this economy… you need a master degree just to get minimum wage.” I place the snacks on your coffee table– but yeah. You two have been right a couple times…”

“You two…? What are you talking about?” How cute seeing you try to hide it.

“Your friend… your father, mother and brother all-in-one package. Homelander… the one that kept you safe back in the bad room.” I murmured while heading to the nearest mirror, catching your bloody reflection– this guy. I see him… just like you do.”

“Hi John… Hi Homelander… Do you have a real name? ‘cuz I’ll just call you Jon, or would you prefer Jean? Actually Homie should be fine.”

Must’ve looked stupid waving at the mirror, my eyes seeing an absence of movement but superimposed was the sight of that other you awkwardly moving its hand side to side.

“You really didn’t even hesitate from the get go. Talking to us both… is like you didn’t want to hide it while saying nothing”

“I didn’t. You don’t like liars.”

“And yet…” You squeeze the stuffing out of the couch– you lied to me. You went out of your way to hurt me!"

“I was protecting you.”

“You call this protecting me?”

You point at the dozen bags and wet buckets around us.

“I wasn’t ready to let you know ‘bout my powers! I had to make sure things around us were perfect before I told you! Is that so hard to get!?”

“You don’t get to make that decision. You brainwashed me! erased my memories!”

“That’s a bit rich coming from you!”

We both stared at each other while the meat rot around us.

"I would've loved you the same... I would've been happier with you if I knew from the start. He would've been happier too..."

"You say that... but not even my parents wanted me... nobody ever has... because I'm not intune with people... I am voyeur. and sooner than later I would've wore you down."

“Not that it matters” 

Wish you hadn’t made eye-contact with me, catching that white cloud washing over your baby blues.

“Forget the last minute. And get cleaned up John one and two… I’ll be here so calm down.”

I know my voice sounds like it’s underwater, a blanket covers you, your heartbeat pauses and restarts with a calmed steady beat, a wave of calmness washing you, the blur in your eyes fades completely returning me the eyes I’ve craved so often.

“I don’t want your apologies.”

“I’ll leave. Is basque cheesecake– not too sweet I promise.” I wanted to let you keep those memories but at least I’ve said it outloud  ‘just keep the bad to make this easier for me’ I thought to myself–  Thank you for offering me the cabin.”

I gave the other you a glimpse, wishing I could talk to this one instead, as I made my way out your house, putting the key you gifted me back by the hall table.

“You think I’m a serial killer, too? I killed lots of people… I let a whole plane fall into the ocean. I killed a congressman, I had a wannabe VP assassinated, I killed Madelyn and Noir and I might kill that cuck wearing Noir’s suit– and I loved them both. I killed people who flirted with my property, I killed a guy just for fucking up my coffee, I killed my teacher! The first time I got laid” You chuckled stiffly– I was 15 and they wanted me to develop properly, no jerking off for me! So they got me… I guess an escort…? They told me I had to do it! and after I was done-- like 30 seconds later… she just had to laugh… so I squeezed her neck until it resembled a straw, the third time I fucked somebody– I panicked because well fucking men is wrong. I killed a bunch of hostages the first time they let me out, and so many… many… fucking worthless cocksuckers.”

Your voice wavering, spitting quickly your confession feeling your mouth painfully dry. Your chest heavy but your mind was being cleansed– I had become a confessional booth without being a saintly man of the cloth to absolve you.

“Do you feel bad about it? I feel bad sometimes… not about all of them… just some of them. But I still sleep soundly from time to time.”

“Noir. I killed him when all he wanted was to protect me… my father… he was… bad.” The memory makes you whimper, your eyes red as your lips twitched– I loved him… How could I do that to him? The plane I could’ve steered– maybe? I dunno… I was afraid I would fuck it up again with Madelyn and the board! and this fucker” You pointed at your clothes– because it made Ryan upset with me!”

“I don’t care then. I knew you killed people… I stole some of your files.”

“If I didn’t feel bad would you care?”

“I would be surprised if that was the case.”

“... You don’t think I’m a bad person? Unredeemable garbage?”

“You’re bad but I think you weren’t always trying to be bad… I don't think I ever thought I could be anything but bad... so I’m just as bad… maybe worse. I had a choice, and I always picked the wrong ones…”

“I picked bad ones… always… until now nobody's opinion mattered, they encouraged it and covered it, so why bother to change… and now I want to change for my son– but I can’t.”

You stood there looking so frail.

“I don’t think that’s true. You could still change… I think a part of you still wants to do good, even if you aren’t sure what that might be… me? I dunno what I’m gonna do now.” I tried to forcibly laugh to try to ease the tension– any suggestions? What should I do?”

“Love me… please.” Your hand catches my shoulder– If you don’t mind all my bad… I won’t mind your bad.”

Your kiss tasted like iron, pushing me against the wall, your hands dirtying my cheeks without care. Your lips pushing me and pulling me, clumsily dancing as you try to force your affection-- our tango was one sided but I soon gave in, I hesitated kissing you back but I had no self-control. 

Wanting to make a home in your lips I held you until we matched.

“I love you. I love you, Homelander… I love you, John. Mi sol... if you let me... can I love you?” 

"Love me... that's all I ask of you..."

We both laughed against each other, I never been happier than at that moment– not that I could recall anyhoo.

“I go get change… your shirt…”

“Is okay… I got layers.”

Watching you obey my awful little command, I headed upstairs, your Son’s mind beating itself, I threw my dirty jumper down the rail after cleaning most of your leftovers off my face, feeling the crash incomming.

All I needed was to hold on for a couple more minutes.

My powers were a mess. I wished I was better at this… a supe that struggles to control their powers… pathetic. I reached your son’s placing the peace offering by the slit of the open door, He’s watching me carefully, pretending to be asleep, but he feels far more predatory than you at this moment.

“Hey Ryan… is me… hope everything is okay. Your dad brought you something.” I sounded very awkward– Hey bud he really didn’t mean to scare you…”

“I know.” He moves fast– seems he’s developing too quickly. I heard him thud against the door within the second– He’s upset isn’t he?”

“Your father is a very sensitive man… delicate even… is not your fault he just thinks he hurt you.”

Ryan watched me in the most uneasy of ways, I could tell I was falling out of favor, he had heard some of our conversation downstairs with little red sparkles in his eyes.

“Can I open this door? I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

Still a child, he meekly opened the door eyeing the ice cream pint before me, and unlike you he was easier on my neurons.

A cloudy haze thicker than I've ever seen engulfed his sight.

“Be a good child, have your cake and have a heart-to-heart with daddy… then go to sleep. Sleep soundly, Ryan.”

“Sure…” 

Staying quiet, I got away from your kid, your mind still mellow and both of you over the moon. 

“He seems alright” 

I whispered, surprised to see smoke coming out of your towel as you rather viciously towel-dried your hair, based on the trail of dirty towels behind, you wanted every microscopic dot of blood off your person before letting your kid catch a whiff, altho I’ve never seen a towel be set alight by friction alone.

“How do you cut your hair?”

You raise an eyebrow, combined with your playful smile you seemed to enjoy this question.

“Very sharp scissors and on my own, straight razor for my face– just needs a bit of pressure.”

“Cool. Altho I don’t think your maid would appreciate you burning the towels– Ryan is eating so maybe join him.”

“What Maid?”

“Ms. Cha? The lady that’s been cleaning your house for the last twenty years.”

I laid down on your couch, feeling the inevitable.

“I… I never noticed. Twenty years!?”

“If it makes you feel better, she thinks you’re less messy than her kids, and you leave your shit covered in blood all the time…”

“Really?”

That made you happy. I watched you fly to the next floor

“Twenty years!? How?”

Here’s my favorite part.

Almost breaking my neck as I trip on your mess, I can hear you sussurating– your conversation is klutzy and gawky, neither party able to convey properly, I wished I could say I cared about what you two were saying but I was busy puking my guts, my head finally permitted to file a formal complaint against me, between scallops and my bloodied nose I could barely crawl to the bath-tub soaking my face under the faucet, my brain on fire.

Falling unconscious to the sound of your apologies. 

Watching your memories I knew you found me close to drowning, my nose an inch or two above water as I just sat in the heated pink pool before you came in and threw me into the floor checking on my pulse with your hands for some reason.

Walking up in your bed with damp hair, your ears focusing on me.

You don’t ask questions, just studying faded marks in between my toes, you could smell Compound V in my veins even if it had been weeks since I last took it. 

“Still taking heroin?” you ask, indulging in a lie for once in your life– if you’re going to be around my kid I need you clean. You got any idea how bad it would reflect on me if the press got a hold of your little habit.”

My head is pounding with the sounds of this building, down to the thoughts of mices and their everyday worries, your boy sounds asleep dreaming of owning a pair of dogs, and here is you picturing a different version of me-- I could tell you could heard the sound of my swollen brain and the discomfort in my throat, dried blood flaking inside my nostrils, I nodded.

“I killed Roman. I followed you during your date then I found Roman.”

I was speechless.

“How did you do it?”

“His driver was taking him somewhere and I made the car swerve, got in front of it just in case the tree wouldn’t kill them… the blood was from the driver smashing against me.” You pause to play with my hair– he was alive… and I just broke his neck.”

“Liar.”

“I might’ve scared them a bit… so they could go fifty or eighty over the speed limit.”

“That’s better. You made it look like an accident, right? No proof you were there.”

“I thought you would be more upset.”

“My head hurts too fucking much right now to care… now I need you to tell me word for word everything that you did so I can make sure it looks like a fucking accident.”

“I have it covered… not my first rodeo, babe.”

You kissed me not caring about the smell on my breath, shoving yourself further into the blankets forcing yourself into my arms, there’s a smoky smell to your hair but not a burnt end on sight.

“You don’t need to meet that journo anymore. You don’t have to leave Vought and you can stop worrying about that guy coming after you.” kissing me more– now you can focus on important things. Us for example.”

“Assuming you don’t go to prison this time.” I could see the movie in your head, my life in a prairie dressed in pretty clothes, my hair a little messier than usual, and the sound of the stove sizzling, there’s another kid pulling at my clothes and we have a dog barking on the front porch while Ryan and you read your favorite book “Fight Club” together– John…”

“I’ll protect you from now on… I’m a superhero. I’m the fucking definition of a Superhero! I don’t wanna hear about Roman ever again, or your side-hustles! From now on we can be together. So call off whatever you had with the journalist.”

“Maybe after we have dinner with him and his husband.”

“Why would I do that?”

“My friend Dolores is unveiling the restaurant’s new menu now that she’s the new head chef… she’s aiming for her Michelin, you see… and me and Kent are going… if my future husband was so kind as to support me while I support my best friend I would greatly appreciate it, is a big night for her–

Your mouth looked smaller than your eyes, the way you lifted yourself pushing me down, your jaw stammering, your heart so loud that it’s all you can hear in your head. 

“--you just killed one of your biggest competitors, and one of the richest men in the country… for me. Nobody I’ve ever known would do such a thing for me…  I should marry you if you let me. If I could... could I?”

There’s a nice shade of coral colouring your eyes and the sheets around us, for a second you lost control of your blinkers.

This must’ve have been the perfect day for crying, you seemed so happy as you made love to me, so hungrily, I didn’t need my powers to know I fired something in you, not once had you held me so tenderly, not once did you treat me so kindly, Your hunger and the emptiness you were so familiar with faded away, I could feel my own clinging as I watched you picturing our wedding day… you were so corny… it was beyond cute.

From this night forward things went rosy.

Even those beneath you could see that your mood had changed, most brushing it to you enjoying parenthood, it had been good for your ratings and the company’s image-- after all. 

You suddenly appeared more approachable and relatable, the public pondering on your struggles as a single parent became a popular topic seeing just how admirable you were, and Ryan was sweet every kid wanted to be like him and everybody wanted a piece of him, soon he would be on lunchboxes if you gave your blessing to put him in a suit yet as eager as you were nothing they had given you was perfect fit for your son, and people called you a DILF left and right rubbing your ego just the way you liked. 

But in private I got to enjoy a happier side of you, you still had your bite and snark, your awful habits but now it seemed you felt at peace with your demons, I didn't judge them, I accepted your brutality and appreciated my efforts to conceal such unpleasantries from your son.

You joined me (albeit begrudgingly) for degustations, your palette unrefined for a man used to eating fine cuisine, for having two private chefs you sure had issue understanding the art, but watching you try to make sense of foams, foods disguised as other foods, or the depth and story presenting itself on this fifteen course dinner was exciting, your stomach full by the sixth plate, so it was even more exciting to see you do your darnest to stomach this meal, just to make sure I looked good, after all there was press around us.

You interacted courtly, you’ve been trained well… but behind your poised smile you did your best to interact with Kent disguising perfectly your murderous gaze, having your expectations subverted by the presence of his socialite millionaire husband, surprised that Kent was a homosexual... but that failed to dissuade your jealousy.

But you did behave.

You spend time in my home, our relationship continue away from the public eye, you had began looking forward to dinner, I would cook for you no matter how tired I was, you made sure to let The Deep know not to overwork me, forcing my surviving coworkers to pick of after me, I enjoyed the special treatment, I enjoyed our secret dates, I somewhat enjoyed being taken gallantly in your arms to fancy european addresses as we broke borders laws, our outings and picnics in secret with your son, like having fresh porchetta sandwiches while picnicking at the stomach churning hills of Monte Baldo with Ryan.

So I behaved too.

A little bit.

I felt guilty putting a bug in Ryan’s phone and his computer, but I only did so I could make sure he was doing alright in his new school to make sure how to support you better. 

I felt a little guilty when I put a bug on Ashley’s phone to make sure she wasn’t going to betray you suddenly, your ears could only listen to so much and with my powers a secret I had to actually have proof of things, just in case.

In my spare time I would sit in front of my screens just watching and processing audio files, for you.

I would watch and replay hundreds of images, until my eyelids fought with me, your every move gave me homework and my every move had to be the perfectly graded in response.

On a peculiar afternoon this dream had to crumble, as all things do.

“You have no idea how much grief he’s going to give me, once he smells you on me."

I sat on Kent’s armchair, surrounded by his wall of professional accolades.

“I can’t just send you this shit in an email! Look now that Roman is dead I know you didn’t want this in a hurry… but this could make me bigger than Larry King, I could be the next Anderson Cooper– fuck! You think Woodward hit it big with Watergate! This is my Watergate! Vought it’s done for, shit will crumble if this hits the presses and if you didn’t know my address I would have slapped this shit on the front page by ‘morrow!”

He screamed quietly, inside his empty apartment music playing just loud enough to block our voices, this six million dollar apartment was straight out of the pages of Architectural Digest, it screamed old money and it was the reason Kent lived there.

“Everything I’ve ever wanted in life– my name written in the annals of history! To put me as one of the greatest Journalists of all time is right here! but I have to give this back! Because we’re friends.”

“You’re only doing this because Homelander will kill you. I know you don’t care much for Bruno or the seven kids you got, but you don’t need to pretend you’re a good person with me Kent.”

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want my kids to die… or Bruno just for the record! You should leave him.”

He handed me the hard-drive rather urgently.

“The moment he finds out you got this before he did– he will kill you. Maybe after he recreates 9/11 and tumbles that tower over…”

“What’s in this?”

“Leave him. Throw that shit in a microwave and leave him, my guy… my hacker guy, I had to ask Dolores to get rid of him just to make sure there’s no loose ends. She made canapes for her little cannibal group with him! I had to ask to contact your old gang friends to track down all of his friend to check the fucker didn’t spill anything! So leave Homelander now! Y/N I care ‘bout you, we been friends for a long time but this information is not something you can toy with.”

“Thank you Kent... but I can’t leave him. I love him. Whatever this is that has you so riled up won’t make me leave him.”

“Don’t ever set foot in my home ever again. I might not be a great husband or father but I won’t let you be the reason I lose Bruno and the kids. It was nice working with you– somebody of your talent will surely find greener pastures.”

The way he watched me wasn’t much different from you this evening.

“You mean that?”

“It was nice knowing you, Now leave! Audrey!-- Please don’t die over a man… the Y/N that I know… knew… wasn’t this stupid.” 

The maid promptly escorted me.

I made it home feeling rather hollow– making the whole thing with you murdering Kent rather pointless considering he had no genuine desire to ever see me again. 

I sat in my room listening to your text messages ringing in the background, the little backlight for this horror film.

I headed back to the Tower with a sense of urgency, you weren’t there instead you were dealing with a sudden disaster that needed your attention after all you had two new rookies to show the ropes to, and when this shit happens Heroes are needed.

I knocked on somebody else’s door not caring if the cameras could see me.

“We need to talk, Kevin.”

The Deep looked at me confusedly, more shocked that I addressed him by his first name.

“What brings you here? And did you just call me Kevin!?”

“work, dipshit. Now let me in, we need to talk.”

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💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

🥰🥰 thank you for thinking of me! I guess, if I had to choose one out of all others, it would have to be Left Behind, my John Winchester x reader series that I wrote waaaay back in the early days. I've got over 800 fanworks under my belt but this series was the one that really got traction, that's still getting likes/kudos/comments all these years later! I really should get round to re-editing it because the grammar is a little cringey now, I think I've definitely grown as a writer since I first scribbled it out on notepads lol I think now the series has actually ended and the journey has changed a little, I might possibly add to it? I don't know, I have a lot on my plate 😂

Other works I'm particularly proud of are Blood And Honey (my dark!Winchester A/B/O series), House Of The Rising Son (my dark!Winchester!mobsters BDSM series) and of course, my Sinful Sunday drabbles, which currently stand at around 100,000 words over on Ao3!

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Fridays Place

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 15

Warnings: swearing, angst

Bucky was up half of the night with Steve, Sam and Clint brainstorming how to get Bucky back on Fridays good side.

Sam spoke up "I think taking Becca to work with her horse would be a good idea. Don't try to get up in Fridays space just take Becca and be encouraging. Maybe learn what she's doing and make sure she knows you will be supportive. Women love a man being a good dad. Remember all the women that tried to talk to you when you would take Becca to the playground when she was little?"

Bucky nodded "Yeah. Fuck. I need to talk to Becca. She's been at my moms for 2 days and blowing up my phone with texts. She's worried that Hilde will forget her. She's probably pissed as hell at me."

Sam smiled "When you go be friendly to Friday but don't try to get too close. Give her some space. Play it cool"

Steve shook his head "No. first and foremost you need to apologize. In person. Sincerely. If you show up with Becca and act like nothing happened it will be worse. If Friday wants space she'll let you know but you have to tell her you're sorry. And not just for going off on her but also for your shit attempt to buy her forgiveness.

Think of the most ridiculous, sappy, romantic thing that you ever heard of and swore you would never do. Then do it."

Bucky shook his head "I don't know how to do romance. I haven't even tried since, you know, since she left me because I lost my arm."

"So Google it." Sam advised.

Bucky did google it, going down the rabbit hole of romantic apologies for hours before finding something that he hoped would convey how he felt. He spent a little time getting it all set up for the morning and tried to settle down to sleep but was too nervous and worked up.

Bucky couldn't understand what was going on with him. Love and feelings weren't something he did anymore. His first love, before Sharon, promised to be there when he came home from Afghanistan but sent him a Dear John letter while he was in the hospital after losing his arm. He couldn't even say her name anymore. It took him a very long time to get over her and he decided he wouldn't ever let that happen again. He was following in his father's footsteps, being prepped to take over the family business and didn't have time for relationships anyways, or so he told himself. Casual sex was better and easier in his position. Even with his prosthetic women wanted to fuck a rich, handsome mobster. They were attracted to his power and money so were willing to overlook his arm.

Getting involved with Sharon wasn't the plan when he spent the night with her. They both went on their merry ways until she showed up 2 months later with a positive pregnancy test. Bucky tried to do the right thing, moved Sharon in and stopped seeing other women. He didn't know what happened to the sweet and fun girl he slept with because Sharon was awful. Some women love pregnancy once the morning sickness passes but Sharon was miserable the entire time, bitching about how none of her expensive clothes fit, about her feet swelling, about her stretch marks and about having to take care of a 'crying little brat' when Becca was born. As soon as the doctor cleared her for sex, she was out drinking and ended up in Brocks bed.

Bucky fell in love with Becca the first time he felt her move and kick while Sharon was pregnant. The first time he held her, she already had him wrapped around her baby fingers. He knew Sharon wasn't interested in being a mom so he promised Becca he would always be there for her and protect her from her mother's careless lifestyle.

Sharon came home 3 days later, wearing Brocks clothes. She looked at Bucky who hadn't slept and was covered in spit up, singing off key to settle Becca down and laughed "You look ridiculous. Where's the nanny? She should be taking care of the little puke and shit factory."

Bucky looked up at her, trying not to lose it. "The nanny, her name is Jenny, has days off. Maybe you should pay attention to your daughter once in awhile."

Sharon shook her head "Nope, I told you I didn't want this. I was going to have an abortion but you begged me to try, to make a life together. You were and still are so fucking pathetic. Mr Mom. Anyways, I just came to get my stuff. I'm moving in with Brock."

Buckys jaw dropped "Brock? You mean Brock Rumlow? My business rival? You know he has no problem taking out innocents and will fuck anything with a hole, right?"

Sharon shrugged "Some lives, some people, matter more than others, like me and Brock. Besides I won't be involved in any of that. Thanks to the facility you were so generous to have built for me I'll be busy training the next generation of Olympic equestrians, while you're busy changing diapers and cleaning spit up off of your designer suits."

Bucky grimaced remembering when Sharon's mom convinced her to get shared custody and take Becca every other weekend, because what would everyone think. Sharon's mom promised Bucky that she would make sure Becca was taken care of when Sharon had her but one weekend Sharon's parents went out of town. Bucky was supposed to pick 2 year old Becca up Sunday nite but Sharon called at 2am Sunday morning and told him to "come get this fucking brat because she won't stop crying".

When Bucky picked Becca up she was in a full diaper, filthy and trying to suck on an empty bottle, with red welts on her back and legs. Brock and his friends were smoking and laughing at her.

Sharon tried to say she had just woken up but Bucky knew his daughter too well and could tell she hadn't been put to bed, fed or changed in hours. He took pictures and went home to take care of her.

Once Becca was clean, fed and asleep he contacted his attorney and had the custody changed so he had full custody and Sharon could only have supervised visits as long as Brock wasn't there. Sharon was relieved and only saw Becca in passing from then on.

Bucky smiled thinking of how much better Friday was for Becca. So patient and kind, always ready to answer questions or teach her more about horses. His stomach dropped and he hoped he hadn't ruined everything.

Friday had a rough night, tossing and turning. Even when she did sleep she was back in that room with Brock and Sharon leering over her. She gave up on sleep before the sun came up and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. She sat on the porch and watched the sun rise, chatted with Peter and MJ when they came in to get the day started and tensed up when she saw Lynne's truck pull up.

Friday was scheduled for another session with Lynne this morning and wasn't looking forward to it, considering the outcome of the last one. Bucky yelling at her, refusing to let her finish or explain, kept running through her mind. She couldn't decide if she wanted to see him again and explain or wanted to find another stable where Becca could take her horse and train with someone else.

Then she felt guilty for even thinking of brushing Becca off. Poor kid already had one of the worst mothers possible and Friday felt like she had a real bond with the girl. She didn't want to desert her like Sharon did.

Friday sighed and took her empty mug inside to put it in the sink then headed out to the arena to talk to Lynne.

Once Destry was let loose in the arena and settled next to Friday, Lynne started "How are you doing today?"

Friday shrugged "Alright I guess. Haven't slept much."

"So. Did you speak with Mr Barnes?"

Friday felt her emotions welling up and her eyes watering "Yeah" she choked out, then took a drink of water "He responded, poorly. Called me selfish and ungrateful, then stormed off before he said something he would regret. His words. I tried to explain that I knew it wasn't rational but he wouldn't let me." Destry pushed up against her and Friday held onto his mane.

Lynne tried to console her "Sometimes our loved ones don't understand the healing process and take it personally. I'm sure he will come around. Some people have egos that prevent them from apologizing, even when they know they are wrong."

Friday shook her head "Seems unlikely, he hasn't even brought Becca over to see her horse since. I'm sure she's been pestering him to come over."

They talked for another hour, Lynne encouraging Friday to keep working on her recovery. "If a relationship with Mr Barnes is meant to be you will find each other again"

Friday stopped her "No, no, no, wait. I'm not looking for a relationship with anyone. I just want to be able to live my life without shutting down or being afraid to do my job. It's not like that with Barnes. He's a player and I'm not cut out to be a mistress. He only came into my house that day because of Becca."

Lynne smiled softly "Then why does he keep coming back?"

Friday shook her head "Beats me, he probably hasn't found a new nanny for Becca. When they come here it's easy to keep Becca occupied without much supervision. If he were interested he would have tried something by now."

When they finished up it was lunch time and Friday went inside to eat. Right after she sat down she heard a knock on the door. With a sigh she got up to answer it, surprised to see a delivery person with a package for her.

Friday thanked them and took the medium sized box to the table to open it. She pulled out a teddy bear and her brow furrowed. He had a sleeve over his left arm that looked like Bucky's prosthesis and a t shirt with the left sleeve torn off. The writing on the front of the shirt said "I'm sorry I'm an asshole. Please forgive me."

Friday couldn't help but laugh and was surprised to feel tears on her face. She was trying to figure out how she felt about this apology attempt. She definitely liked it more than jewels.

Before she could decipher her feelings the doorbell rang and she heard music outside. She sighed and went to open the door only to see Bucky, dressed like Lloyd Dobler, holding hands above his head his phone in one hand and a speaker in the other. Friday heard the music clearly now ' In Your Eyes' by Peter Gabriel.

Chapter 16

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[avada-kedavra-bitch-187]

What’s that fic i think it might be a series where you are deans omega and John and Sam keep tryna get close to you but then you and Mary talk and you find out that John is actually the omega and they just hide it from people and she allows you to be with dean. It’s either an business Au or a mob Au

Hidden in plain sight by @holylulusworld

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[sunflowersteves]

The price of Freedom

Modern Mob!AU

1/11 Steve Rogers

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Author: Cap-n-stuff

Chapter summary: You have been a weapon to the Russian Mafia for as long as you could remember. More recently, the Council killed your only remaining family. Can Steve Rogers, King of Brooklyn, help you escape? [Heavily based on John Wick]

Ба́ба-Яга́ means the boogyman (Technically it means ‘the witch’ and is about an old woman that steals and eats children but the story for the boogyman is the same just male).

Song for Chapter: Mona Lisa by Nat King Cole

Word Count: 1588

Author’s Note: I’m going to dedicate a song to each chapter because I wanna :) I really enjoyed writing this and I’m so excited for the chapters to come! I’ve really mapped this series out and I’m so excited. 

Warnings: angst, some fluff, swearing, mentions of murder and illegal activities, character death mentions of violence and blood

Main Masterlist // Series Masterlist // Chapter 2

*flashback in bold 

You slam the door of the cab and it skids off as you take in the towering red-bricked buildings. You hadn’t been in downtown Brooklyn for quite some time now. Thinking about it, the last good memory you had was when Steve took you to see the Brooklyn Cyclones. You were both younger beginners in the mob at the time, nowhere near the hardened mobsters you’ve become. Now, Steve had taken his father’s place to became the King of Brooklyn while you became the Ба́ба-Яга́ that struck fear into the hearts of all mobs others around the world. 

You walk up into Steve’s building and strut inside. Immediately, three men grabbed you and without a fight you let them take you to Steve. You knew this was just a precaution for them considering your history with showing up at people’s buildings. Last time, you took down the entirety of one of the five families of the Italian mob, Gambino, with just one pencil by the Russian mob’s desire. To say you were feared by many was sincerely an understatement.

They plopped you down in a nice office. It had marble floors, gold fixtures, and an expensive Dalbergia wooden desk with a cigar burning away on top of a glass of whiskey.

You grip yourself onto the chair, a scowl prominent on your face. Steve came in and sat down in his office chair in front of you, picked up the cigar, and swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand. He had watched you get out of the cab and waltz into his building. He was surprised to see you here after so long. “To what do I owe this pleasure, Y/N?” 

For you, this was not an ideal situation. Asking for help practically made you want to vomit. You especially didn’t want to ask for help from him. What didn’t help was that years ago you two had a little fling but the Tarasov mob relocated you to Senegal to their mob and train because you ‘shouldn’t have distractions.’

The worst part was the fact that you didn’t tell him. You just left.

You sigh and made yourself relax. If you want his help, you’re going to have to look vulnerable, and you’re going to have to look desperate, which in a sense you are. But in this world? Asking for help isn’t free.

His eyebrows furrowed at your demeanor. “I need your help, Steve.” His response was immediate and gruff. “No.” You shook your head, honest tears pricking your eyes. “Steve.” You say softly. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “At least hear me out.” He nonetheless nodded and he waved his henchmen out of the room. They obeyed and strutted out of the office.

You two sat in silence for a couple of minutes. Steve was contemplating his options. He could simply kick you out and never see you again. The last time he saw you, was ten years ago when you told him to meet you at Donna’s near the Williamsburg bridge. What was absolutely hilarious to him was that he was going to ask you to run away together but you never showed. So throwing you out seemed like the most devious option but what he’s heard about the all mighty and ruthless Ба́ба-Яга́, something tells him that isn’t a good idea. Especially if you’re here begging for his help. So, his only option was to listen.

“Two days ago, the council killed my sister. I’m sure you’ve already heard that but Steve, I want out.” He raised an eyebrow, “Out? Out as in… Out out?” You nodded fiddling with your fingers and sigh, looking at the older features he so dashingly received. He had a full-on beard now and to say it was attractive was an understatement. 

“I don’t understand why the killing of Gamora-” “They killed Wanda too.” His face snapped towards yours in shock, the slight look of grief taking over his features. “I have no one now, Steve. I am utterly alone. With my sister and niece gone? I have no one now. As much as I want revenge on the Tarasov and the council, I don’t know how much it’s worth. What good of a legacy am I putting across for them if all I do is avenge their deaths and die? Gamora and Wanda always wanted me to leave and start a family.”

He put out the cigar and locked those striking blue eyes with yours. “Look, Y/N, I do really want to help you but… You’re asking for a lot.” You look at him and flatten your lips into a thin line. You really didn’t want to do this but you’re going to have to bring out that card.

“You owe me.” He immediately cringed at your words but his shoulders dropped in defeat. You did owe him. The Tarasov mob had a bounty out for any mobster in Manhattan to kill him for a reward of $1.4 million and you protected him. You flew from Arezzo after finishing some business, upon hearing the request of Steve’s head and you killed every single person that was in the vicinity of him. You never showed your face as you had a sniper rifle in the building next to his but he knew it was you. He just knew. You were a precise kill and nobody could handle a gun quite like you.

“Do this one thing then I’ll be gone forever. We’re even.” He nodded, finally agreeing. “If I’m going to help you, I need to know everything that went down that night.” You sighed, closing your eyes and swallowing thickly.

You had walked into the Continental Hotel, greeting John, the concierge, at the front desk. You beamed at him as he asked how you were doing. You replied and continued to chat together while you paid him in gold. John had always been a sweetheart towards you. Every time you stayed at the hotel, he would always sneak a bag of chocolates and set them in your room.

He gave you the room key that your sister was staying in with a wink and waved you off, greeting the next customer. You walked towards the elevator and pushed the button to the floor. You stepped inside and waited patiently for the elevator doors to close. You nodded at the other gentlemen standing in the elevator and he simply nodded back respectively. You mentally took note of his very large stature. You thought maybe he was the one known as Drax the Destroyer but you had other matters to worry about right now.

The elevator dinged and you quickly walked out of the elevator and to the door of the hotel room. You took out the key and successfully got in. Tonight you were pretty excited because the three of you were all finally together again so you could watch rom-com movies and eat the sweets that John had given you all.

Normally, Gamora wouldn’t ever dare to put Wanda in anything mob-related but because this was a violence free-zone and she had circumstances, the council and the owner of the hotel, Tony Stark, allowed Wanda to stay occasionally.

You shoved the room door closed and put your belongings and suitcase at the entrance. This hotel was quite the luxury one, so there were three bedrooms, an entrance way, and a living room. You turn to go inside the living room but all you could do was stop dead in your tracks. 

There Gamora was, fresh blood splashed onto the beige couch. You assessed her wounds as you ran over to her shaking her gently. She had three gunshot wounds. Two in her stomach and one in her chest. Your heart ached and raged with the death of your sister. You knew she was dead but you couldn’t help but try and wake her from eternal slumber “Gamora wh-” Then you paused, a box in the corner of your eye making you halt completely. You gulped. Slowly, you turned your head to see a white square cooler. You knew what was inside but you had to see for yourself. A sob rushed in on you as you saw Wanda’s severed head inside the cooler. 

You picked Gamora up, desperately trying to at least save one of them but it was no use. The more you tried to shake her awake, the more you knew she was truly gone.

Sobs crashed in on you, tears rolled down your cheeks. Who would do such a thing? Who would take your family just like that? Who would hurt an innocent child? 

Then you saw it, a card that was cold to the touch, you assumed it belong in the cooler but it had been in Gamora’s hand.

Next time, don’t break the rules, Gamora. -The Council.

You blinked rapidly, not even noticing the tears running down your face until Steve was right by your side, kneeling in front of you. His hands reached up and cup your wet cheeks. He softly took the pat of his thumb to wipe your tears. “I’m so sorry, doll.” Your eyes flicked towards his and you got the courage to smile. He hadn’t called you that since you were together. His cheeks turned a rosy pink and he cleared his throat while standing up to tower over you.

“Before we start, we have to visit Sam Wilson. He’ll give us all the weapons and some safe passage your freedom.”

Chapter 2

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It’s Sam to you

Title: It’s Sam to you

Square Filled for @samwinchesterbingo​: Mafia Sam

Square Filled fo @spnaubingo​: Dean/Pamela

Square Filled for @spnfluffbingo​: Mafia AU

Summary: A long-gone love returns to ruin your relationship.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Mobster!Sam Winchester x fem!Reader

Characters: Dean Winchester, Ruby, Pamela Barnes

Warnings: angst, language, self-doubts, established relationship, shy reader, Dean is a douche for a moment or two (he means well, though), fluff

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“Dean, what’s the surprise,” Sam has you tugged in his side. He kisses your hair, hating that he must break another promise. He wanted to take you out. This weekend should’ve been only you and him.

Now his father planned one of his huge parties. You know, the kind of party you only ever hear about behind closed doors or see in movies. John Winchester invited half of the mob, and the other half wished he invited them.

“Sammy, come on. It won’t be a surprise if I tell you about it, right?” Dean grins as you hold tight onto Sam. You don’t like too many strangers around, especially when your boyfriend of four years planned a special getaway only to tell you last minute you need to attend a party first. “What’s wrong with you, sweetheart? Don’t you like me anymore.”

“I’m just—” you bite your tongue. Dean likes to tease you all the time. You are a little shy when it comes to meeting new people or being around too many people at once. You feel self-conscious and insecure sometimes. “It’s nothing, really. We had plans, is all. You are Sam’s brother, of course, I like you.”

“Aw, your girl likes me, Sammy,” you don’t like the way Dean acts tonight. He’s a bit grumpy, loud, and well, an ass, once in a while. But tonight, it’s more than that. Dean’s eyes seem to be glued to you, and you don’t like this one bit. “How about I show you the surprise. Are you ready?”

“Dean, I’m not five years old. Just tell me why you are grinning like you are on the best stuff ever,” Sam sighs as you hide your face in his shoulder. He doesn’t like that you feel uncomfortable tonight. Sam wanted this evening to be special, and now, it’s ruined thanks to his father and Dean. “If you don’t tell me why you ruined my night, I’ll just leave.”

“Fine. Fine,” Dean points at a woman standing next to his fiancé. A beautiful brunette. She’s wearing a red dress with a long slit on her left side, revealing he leg and even her panties. “How about we got to Pam and talk to our special guest.”

Your boyfriend is not in the mood for games but agrees to get it over with. He takes your hand and guides you toward Dean’s fiancé Pamela and the mysterious woman Dean was talking about.

“Pamela, babe. Look who I found,” Pamela turns to flash you a smile. She’s one of the few people in Sam’s life you feel comfortable around. “Sammy and Y/N.”

“You look beautiful tonight,” Pamela pecks your cheek. “Don’t let her get to you.” She whispers and you furrow your brows.

“Sammy,” the brunette coos. She steps closer toward your boyfriend, smiling wildly as you can only watch her kiss him on the lips. You swallow thickly, feeling like someone just punched you in the guts.

Sam seems to be as surprised as you are. He allows the nameless woman to place her hand on his chest and chat him up. Your hand slips out of his hold as you take a step back.

Sam is talking to the woman, missing that you excused yourself to run toward the restrooms, slamming the door shut behind you.

Tears stream down your face as you remember the name he just breathed out as if it was a prayer he forgot about. Ruby. Sam’s former fiancé and the woman breaking his heart. She left him eight years ago, and he has never been the same again since then.

You take deep breaths and try to blink the tears away. “He’s your boyfriend, Y/N. Sam loves you. Go back out there, grab his hand and act as if you don’t feel threatened by his beautiful and self-confided ex-girlfriend.”

It takes you five more minutes to find the strength to leave the restrooms. You gulp in more air to calm your nerves.

“There you are, sweetheart,” Dean casually strolls toward you, acting as if he didn’t just push Sam’s ex-fiancé into your boyfriend’s arms. “We should talk.”

“About what, Dean? The gorgeous woman you invited to the party to make sure Sam will leave me,” you sniff, wiping your eyes. “Why would you do such a thing? What have I done wrong that you want to break my heart?”

“You see, I like you, sweetheart. You didn’t do anything wrong,” the elder brother sighs deeply. He hates to do this to you, but he must protect you and Sam. “Y/N, you are a cute, smart, and nice girl. And therein lies the problem. You are too nice; a good girl living in a different world. Sam is a dangerous man, a mobster and he killed people.”

“I know,” Dean gasp as you jab two fingers into his chest. “After our first dates, Sam told me about his…profession.” You lick your lips. “Sam knew things are going to get serious from that point. He never lied to me, Dean. Your brother gave me choice.”

“You know…everything?” cocking his head Dean watches you intensely. “He never said a word. I thought you still believe he’s the family lawyer or crap. Why did Sammy never tell me so?”

“Why are you asking me, Dean? He’s your brother. All I can say is that Sam wanted me to know what I get myself into when I fall in love with him,” you wipe your eyes. “I guess this doesn’t matter now. You brought the one girl he never forgot back into his life.”

“Y/N, I—” the mobster huffs as you can’t even look him in the eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you, sweetheart. I did what I thought is best for you and Sam.”

“There you are,” Sam calls out your name. “Baby girl, I was looking for you. You said you want to go to the restrooms half an hour ago. I was worried sick.” You don’t look at Sam when he cups your face to peck your temple. “Never scare me like that again. My father invited all those dangerous people. I don’t want them to touch a hair on your head.”

“I didn’t think you’ll notice that I’m not around any longer,” you quip.

“What do you mean, Y/N?”

“You looked pretty occupied with your ex,” Sam presses his lips to your cheek. “Maybe you should go back to her. Your brother is right, I’m not the kind of girl you want to keep around.”

“What are you talking about, baby?” you can hear the panic in Sam’s voice as he looks down at you. His features soften seeing the tears run down your face. “Y/N, I love you. I talked to Ruby and made sure she gets that I’ll not tolerate that she kissed and touched me in front of my girlfriend.”

“A girlfriend who worked for an attorney lawyer,” Ruby spats behind your back. She stalks toward you and Sam, her hands balled into fists. The look on your face tells you she’s not the kind of woman taking rejection well. “Did you know that? Huh, Sammy?”

“It’s Sam to you,” you smirk as Sam twirls around to growl in Ruby’s direction. He rises to his full height, or so it seems, as your boyfriend looks so much taller (if that’s even possible) when he glares down at his ex-fiancé. “Of course, I knew about her internship at Cole Trenton’s office. That’s how we met.”

“Wait, you met at Trenton’s office,” Dean laughs as you simply roll your eyes at Ruby’s question. “I knew she will get you into trouble.”

“Gosh, Ruby. Were you always dull?” this time you laugh. “She was at a restaurant with a friend. Trenton started an argument and I stepped in. The moment I laid eyes on Y/N I knew she’s the one for me.”

“It was more like you loved that I threw my drink in that asshole’s face,” you chuckle as Sam ignores Ruby and turns his attention back toward you. “What? It’s true.” 

“Maybe,” Sam gives you his puppy dog look and the smile he reserves for you. “I was enchanted by you, baby girl. I had to fall for you.”

“Same,” Dean makes an odd noise when his brother hoists you up to press you against the wall behind you to kiss you fiercely. His hands paw at your ass and you wrap your arms around his neck to kiss him back. “Fuck, we should leave the party and go somewhere else, baby.”

“Yeah,” you breathlessly reply. You feel like the most beautiful girl in the world as Sam looks at you with soft eyes, and a sexy smirk on his lips. “Where do you want to go?”

“I did not forget about the getaway we planned. Let’s say our goodbyes to Pamela and my father. He will understand that I need a few days off,” he pecks your lips, smirking as you eagerly kiss him back. 

“You shouldn’t carry her around like that,” Dean interjects. “How about you take the back entrance and I explain to father that you had to leave. This is all my fault, Sammy.”

“We will talk about this later,” snapping his head toward Dean your boyfriend narrows his eyes. “I get that you are always worried about me, but I’m a grown man now. No one tells me who I’m allowed to fall in love with.”

“Sammy…I’m sorry.”

“You better are,” while Sam carefully helps you stand, Ruby calls his name once again. Your boyfriend ignores her. He acts as if she’s not even around. “I will go on vacation with my girl and don’t want to hear from you or father for the time being. We will have a serious conversation when I’m back in town…”

Sam takes your hand to guide you away from his brother and a fuming Ruby.

“And just you know, Ruby. If I ever see you near me, my family, or my girl again, you won’t like what happens.”

“Sam are you sure that this is okay?” you look at the cabin, smiling as it’s beautifully nestled in the woods. “Sam?”

“It belongs to our family, baby,” he pecks your hair. “We can stay as long as we want to. No one is going to disturb us here. No phone calls, no annoyingly and overprotective big brother, and no business. Only you and me.”

“Only you and me,” you smile up at Sam. He cradles your face with his hands, kissing you slowly. 

You will spend a whole week at the cabin, talk about the past, what happened at the party, his family and planning your future.

The day you return, you're wearing his ring and a bright smile. 

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Caught in the Fire 23 - Aftermath [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves ❤ Here’s the new chapter, I hope you like it and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of it! kisses!❤

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Aftermath of a break up is never easy.

Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships, drinking, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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You had never been the type to deal with break ups easily, but this?

This was something else, and he wasn’t making it any easier for you.

It had taken you a couple of days. Now, even a month later, you found it hard to get out of the bed or keep yourself together but at least now you weren’t bursting into tears while you were working, which all your friends said was a good improvement.

They didn’t need to know that you spent almost every night crying yourself to sleep.

Bucky, however? He had a whole different approach to this break up.

The whole city was aware of it, because overnight, it had turned into the goddamn Wild West. Everyone who was aware of the power dynamics of the city was on edge, and every newcomer was warned not to wander off into the specific parts of the city. Each night, you could hear gunshots, police sirens and at least twice a week you drove through some kind of a crime scene or walked over the blood splatters that couldn’t be washed off the night before.

The turf war –or something worse- was slowly taking over the city, and everyone tried to get out of the way before it killed them too.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped up and you looked over your shoulder, blinking back the tears, willing yourself to come back to the present.

“Yeah?”

Josh licked his lips, “Um—I have to call my girlfriend, it’s urgent. Can you cover the register for a minute? I mean no one is here yet but…”

“Sure, is she okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah she’s fine, her brother had this appendicitis thing, she spent the night at the hospital.”

“Shit— yeah, call her!” you nodded. “Tell her she can let us know if she needs anything.”

“Thanks,” he said and walked outside from the back door, and you left the kitchen to walk to the register. It was still early in the morning - very early, so there were no customers and you pulled out a cup to fill yourself some coffee.

The wind bells by the door chimed, making you turn your head and put the coffee down and the blond man approached the register.

“Hi there,” he said. “Can I get some coffee? On the go.”

“Sure thing,” you said, and took a paper cup from the shelf. “Milk or sugar?”

“Sugar,” he said and chuckled. “As sweet as you, I’d say.”

You looked over your shoulder and repressed the urge to roll your eyes, then put the paper cup in front of him and smiled sweetly at him.

“Will that be all, officer?”

He blinked a couple of times, as if he was taken aback by you being able to tell an undercover cop but in all honesty, growing up with Bucky had made you more open to noticing any small details like these.

And it wasn’t as if he had put too much effort into this clumsy effort of looking like a civilian.

“Barnes trained you well,” he commented, making your jaw clench for a second before you shrugged your shoulders.

“Grew up in a bad neighborhood,” you corrected him and he took a sip of his coffee.

“John Walker,” he introduced himself and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You’re not going to tell me your name?”

“I’m pretty sure you know it already.”

He held up his hands. “Guilty as charged,” he said. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Couldn’t you, though?

“I’d like to ask you a couple of questions,” he said. “About your boyfriend.”

Your stomach dropped. “Ex-boyfriend.”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers, “Ex-boyfriend. So I take it there’s no reason for either of us to play dumb, you know about his line of work?”

“Of course,” you said. “He’s a businessman, but I can’t see how I can help you with that.”

He tilted his head.

“He’s a businessman,” he repeated. “How about what his father left him?”

“You mean the family company?”

His gaze was almost reprimanding on you.

“Uh huh. Why did you say you broke up again?”

“I didn’t.”

“Do you really want me to bring you down to the station, sweetheart?”

“I’m not your sweetheart,” the words left your lips almost easily. “And you’re going to take me to the station to ask me about my relationship?”

“Your relationship with a very dangerous man,” he stated. “Things could get really bad for you if you don’t answer my questions.”

You raised your brows, then shrugged your shoulders.

“He uh… he cheated on me,” you said after a beat. “Not much of a relationship material, that one.”

“And you’re protecting the man who broke your pretty little heart?”

You sipped your coffee. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, officer,” you stated. “The last time I checked, being a cheater wasn’t illegal.”

He heaved a sigh, leaning his palm on the counter to lean in slightly.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but—“ he said, “Isn’t this the second guy who cheated on you? One would think you can’t keep ‘em happy, huh?”

You could feel the anger spreading through you. He was trying to provoke you, you knew he was, but you managed to repress the fury burning your throat, and shrugged your shoulders again.

“Are we done here?”

“We’re done when I say we’re done,” he said, making you arch a brow. “Speaking of your ex-boyfriend, any idea where he is? We’d like to question him too.”

“No idea. I don’t keep tabs on my exes.”

“And his brother? He was less than willing when I asked him about his…accident.”

Of course he was. Paul was an asshole, but he wasn’t an idiot.

“I’m afraid I can’t be much of a help about that one either.”

He looked you in the eye, as if trying to figure out your motives before he heaved a sigh.

“Well,” he said and put his card on the counter, “Give me a call if you change your mind. In case you want to take revenge.”

He walked to the door but stopped when you called out his name.

“Officer Walker?”

He turned around. “Yes?”

You tilted your head, eyes narrowed as you locked your gaze on him.

“Be careful out there,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips. “It’s a dangerous city.”

He could recognize the veiled threat, you knew he would, but he didn’t comment on it as he nodded at you, then walked out of the bakery. You gritted your teeth, then scrunched up the card to toss it into the garbage can before taking a sip of your coffee.

                                               *

The bakery was buzzing by the lunch time, but you could hardly focus on anything other than what had happened in the morning. A part of you –no matter how angry you were at Bucky- wanted to warn him but on the other hand, he had ripped out your heart so understandably you didn’t want to call him.

“What on earth are you doing here?”

You raised your head and a small smile pulled at your lips when you saw Alex staring at you.

“I own the place,” you managed to joke. “What’s your excuse?”

“No I mean,” Alex motioned around. “You’re usually in the back.”

“Yeah!” you said, “My uh…my cousin, he had this thing, he had to go and see his girlfriend. Family emergency kind of deal.”

“So you’re covering both the kitchen and the register?”

“I can’t exactly cover the kitchen right now, I’ll probably just close up the shop early,” you said. “It’s fine. At least it gives me more time to go home and watch Titanic for the hundredth time.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at you, then went under the counter to get behind the register next to you.

“Uh- hello customer, what are you doing?” you asked with a laugh and he wiggled his brows.

“Helping you. I can deal with the register.”

“You want to work at the register,” you said. “You?”

“Yeah I mean, the school is closed for the summer for the last two weeks,” he said, “In case it has escaped your notice.”

“And here I was wondering why Emma went to that summer camp on a school week. That explains stuff.”

“So I could use an extra gig,” he pointed out, mirroring your grin. “For the day, it is. If you’d be so kind to employ me.”

“Alex—“

“You have a spare apron? A name tag? Can I put a fake name on the name tag?”

“Do you even know how the register works?”

“Mm hm. Thanks to my mom.”

“Wasn’t your mom a teacher?”

“Well yeah,” he said, “But she always said I should learn something new every summer so one summer I worked at a diner.”

You shot him a look. “You’re sweet, but I can’t accept this.”

“Well too bad because I employed myself here.”

“Alex.”

“You can pay me with cookies. Cupcakes if I do a good job,” he smiled sweetly, making you let out a giggle despite you trying to contain it. He offered his hand to you.

“Deal, boss?”

“You’re something else, I swear,” you murmured and shook his hand, “Fine. You’re hired for the day.”

“Great! So about that apron—“

“Y/N?”

Becca’s familiar voice made you turn around and you could feel your stomach drop. You had no idea what Bucky had told her, but it felt as if Becca had been trying her hardest to stay away from your way. She hadn’t dropped by the bakery in the last month, neither had Bucky or Steve, but you knew they couldn’t stay away forever.

It was the neutral ground after all.

“Becca,” you managed to smile. “Uh…hi.”

“Hey,” she smiled back but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Sure. Can I get a coffee and a chocolate chip cookie?”

You quickly prepared her order while she went to the far left of the counter, and you walked to place it in front of her.

“There you go.”

She nibbled on her lip, then stole a look at you.

“Um…How have you been?”

“Good,” you said. “You?”

“I’m good,” she said. “You know. Considering. How’s Emma?”

“She’s fine, thank you for asking.”

She pursed her lips.

“I wanted to come by sooner,” she said. “But I figured maybe you didn’t want to see anyone with my surname.”

You paused for a moment, then shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I’m fine.”

“Are you though?”

Your throat tightened but you managed to keep your expression nonchalant.

“People break up,” you said. “It’s okay. I have no grudges against you. Or—or anyone, really. I just want to put that behind me, that’s it.”

Becca didn’t need to hear how you cried yourself to sleep every night, after all.

“Oh well, I suppose you have a healthier coping mechanism than him.”

You scoffed a bitter laugh. “What’s he coping with?” you asked. “It was his decision.”

A shadow crossed Becca’s eyes and she nodded.

“Right,” she said. “Yeah. Don’t mind me.”

You lingered there for a moment, trying to make up your mind about whether to tell her, but you knew you couldn’t keep it a secret.

No matter how much you hated him.

“Becca, can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” she said quickly. “Just say the word.”

You looked around but there were way too many people in the bakery and you couldn’t afford to be overheard, so you grabbed a paper and pen, then scribbled down the code Bucky had taught you years ago.

Rabid hound, no leash.

You pushed the paper in her direction and she took it to skim the lines, then cussed under her breath.

Of course Becca knew. Everyone in the business knew the code; aggressive cop, undercover.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her jaw clenched and you nodded.

“Yeah. Today.”

“Any bites?”

“None. Looking for a scent though.”

She clicked her tongue, then pushed the paper into her pocket.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll make sure to warn others.”

You nodded again and Becca tilted her head.

“You know you didn’t have to tell me, right?” she asked, making you scoff. “Anyone else would’ve jumped on the opportunity for revenge.”

“You know me better than that. So does he.”

She dragged her tongue over her teeth as if she was analyzing you, then shook her head.

“Well I’ll be damned,” she said. “Mom couldn’t be more wrong.”

You arched a brow. “Why?”

“Loyalty despite heartbreak,” she commented. “It’s not something that can be taught or bought, you have it or you don’t. I don’t care what my mother thinks, you were born for this.”

“Don’t get me wrong, but I hope the fuck not.”

She let out a bitter laugh, “Either way, thank you. On his behalf.”

Your stomach flipped. “I’m not doing it for him.”

“I know,” she said and eyed you up and down. “You’ve heard what they say on the streets, haven’t you?”

You had. Of course you had, that rumor followed Bucky’s name or his brand new nickname, anyone who was aware of the change the city was going through had heard it.

A simple explanation, but a wrong one in your opinion.

“I thought you didn’t listen to rumors.”

“It has some truth to it though, wouldn’t you say?” Becca said with a sad smile. “Bucky Barnes has lost his anchor, and he’s taking it out on the city.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, and offered her a small smile.

“Enjoy your coffee, Becca,” you said and walked past Alex, and pushed the door open to enter the kitchen.

                                              *

Alex being there was like a fresh breath of air, especially after weeks of forcing yourself to get through the day at work. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t have to drag yourself to get through with the day, and you barely noticed the closing time had come.

“You’re joking!” you exclaimed, letting out a laugh and Alex shook his head, clutching his stomach, trying to control his laughter.

“Nope.”

“You actually-“

“In my defense, I was sixteen!” he said, “Not all of us were smart and calm at sixteen!”

“You asked a girl out by serenading her,” you said, desperate to breathe through laughter, “With a guitar. In the cafeteria.”

“Yeah and she rejected me.”

You gasped, “No!”

“Yep. In front of people and everything.”

“Ouch,” you licked your lips, “Sorry to hear that Romeo.”

“I was a romantic back then,” he said with a grin. “My theory is that my mom made me watch too many rom-coms. No one actually taught me how to ask girls out, so my only guide were rom com movies.”

“Your dad?”

“Died before I was born.”

You hissed in a breath. “My condolences.”

“It’s okay,” he waved a hand in the air. “That’s actually um - that’s kind of why I came over to say hi that day we met. Em was giving you a hard time and I thought…”

“Oh my God she was crying so hard at that café, I remember!” you said, “And thank you, you were such a great help that day.”

“Don’t even mention it. I’m a little familiar with how hard it is to raise a kid alone and I actually thought—”

“That I was her mom?”

“Yep.”

“You and the rest of the town for some reason.”

“Yeah what’s that about? I’ve heard some moms talk about it.”

“They think she’s my and Bucky’s illegitimate child,” you said, waving a hand in the air and he raised his brows.

“Please. Emma is too nice to be Barnes’s kid.”

“Or mine,” you pointed out and he raised his brows.

“I disagree. You’re not half bad if I do say so myself.”

A small giggle escaped from your mouth. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Hey, be glad I don’t burst into a song, you’ve just heard about that story—“ he started but the sound of the door opening diverted your attention. You turned your head to say you were closed, but as soon as you saw the figure by the door, your smile faded, your heart starting to pace in your chest.

Bucky.

He was here.

You could feel your throat tightening at the sight of him, memories rushing into your mind, making it hard for you to even breathe. Even though your body craved his presence and to be close to him, your heart felt as if it would leap out of your chest, anger spreading through your system.

It wasn’t supposed to be possible to want him and hate him at the same time.

He lingered there for just a moment before he pulled himself together, his brows furrowing at the sight of Alex and his eyes went from him to you. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head and he scoffed.

“Cute,” he commented, his voice bitter as he nodded at Alex. “Leave.”

“Alex, stay,” you said, not even averting your gaze from him. “He’ll ask nicely if he wants you to leave.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“I’ll stay if you want me to,” Alex told you and Bucky’s jaw clenched, looking at you expectantly before he heaved a sigh.

“I need to talk to you, okay?”

You crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“For fuck’s sake—Alex, will you please give us a moment?” he spat and Alex turned to look at you.

“It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Mm hm.”

“I’ll be right outside, just in case,” Alex pointed out and stepped out of the bakery as Bucky took a step closer to you. You kept your glare on him, leaning your back to the counter, your arms still closed.

“What do you want?”

Bucky pressed his lips together, staring at you before he shook his head, as if trying to shake off the thoughts.

“Hi.”

“What do you want?” you repeated and he licked his lips.

“I uh…” he cleared his throat, “I got your note.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I tried to call you,” he said. “But I… did you block my number?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I did. I thought it was enough of a message but I guess not.”

He swallowed thickly. “Um—how have you been?”

You arched a brow, staying quiet.

“How’s Emma?”

“Emma is none of your concern,” the simple sentence came out like a threat and he bit inside his cheek.

“I heard Sarah talking about the next year tuition, if you need—“

“I’d rather die than ask you for help,” you cut him off. “Thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Peaches—”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

That seemed to make him pause and he took a deep breath.

“An undercover cop came here?”

“Yeah and he has nothing, he’s just looking for clues. I thought the note was clear enough, didn’t think I’d have to see you for a brainstorming session.”

“You have a name?”

“What, did you lose your sources in police or something? John Walker.”

“John Walker,” he repeated the name, texting someone before looking up from his phone. “Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell him anything?”

You tilted your head. “I’m sorry?”

“I mean you….you could’ve. No one would blame you.”  

“Jesus Christ, you really didn’t bother getting to know me at all, did you?” you asked. “I don’t know what I’m like in your imagination, but just because I hate your guts doesn’t mean I’ll betray my principles. It doesn’t work that way. I get why it’s confusing for you though.”

He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

“Either way…” he said. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

You nodded your head, offering him a humorless smile. “Go fuck yourself James.”

He scoffed, a shadow crossing his eyes but you kept your glare on him.

“Good night Y/N,” he muttered softly before he walked out of the bakery and you felt your throat tightening as you blinked back the tears.

“What was that about?” Alex asked when he entered the bakery and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Nothing important.”

“You sure?” he said. “I mean…Y/N, don’t get me wrong but why would you still want to talk to him?”

You took a deep breath, then tried to smile.

“We have history,” you murmured. “That’s it, there’s nothing more to it.”

Chapter 24

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #mob au #mobster au

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Hi! I’m sorry for rambling! Let me know if this is too much!😅

Can I please request a Finn Shelby x shy!fem!reader where Y/n (same age as Finn) is the youngest daughter of Vicente Changretta, but he doesn’t know she exists (she doesn’t know he’s her father) because her mother hid her away from him. After her mom passes, she finds herself in Small Heath as a teacher of young kids. As Small Heath is a dangerous place, something happens but the four Shelby brothers save her, the Shelbys essentially taking her in as their own. The Shelbys absolutely love her, and see her as a part of their family & are super protective. Awhh & it’d be cute if Finn & Y/n became best friends, eventually much more. But when Changrettas & the Shelbys find out she’s Vicente’s daughter, Tommy & Vicente decide stop the bloodshed by bringing their families together… Through Finn & Y/n (So John lives🥺💜). I imagine she would have mixed feelings about this, shook that her father is a mobster, upset that the Shelbys would use her as a pawn, but she does love Finn (& he loves her) 💜

Better Together

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos DO NOT belong to me.

Warnings: swearing, assault, attempted rape, someone getting killed.

So sorry it took me this long to get it out.

Hope you like it

Main Masterlist ♡ Peaky Blinders Masterlist ♡ Finn Shelby Masterlist

Summary: f/Reader is the unknown daughter of Vincent Changretta. She meets Finn and the rest of the Shelby clan.

YN'S POV:

I never thought I would end up in Small Heath. My Mother always told me to stay away from it as it is a disgusting, crime riddled place that no good woman should ever find herself in.

But that all changed when she passed away last year from consumption. It has always been the two of us and I am still reeling at the fact that I am now alone in this world.

I never knew my Father. I learned at a young age not to bring him up as my Mother refused to tell me about him.

And as a single woman with no income, it was either work in a factory in the town I grew up on or take on a job as a school teacher in Small Heath that was desperate for a teacher.

So I became a teacher and realised that I made the best decision once I saw the children.

The children I taught were quite young and I realised that they needed me. Many times for lunch, many of them didn't have any food so I would bring extra food for them and made sure that they got their full.

A few times the students would show up at my small home looking for food, and I always fed them. I could never turn them away.

But besides me teaching and going to the local market, I didn't venture out much. I kept to myself as I knew that was the best way to survive in this place.

But that all changed one night.

I was late leaving the school as I needed to set up the board for the next days lessons. I didn't realise how dark it was and I looked at the small watch on my wrist and noticed that it was almost 6 PM!

It was autumn now, almost winter so our days were shorter and our nights were longer.

I wrapped my shawl tighter around my body as there was a nip in the air and took my usual route to my home.

It was a quiet night and hardly anyone was outside, either enjoying their dinner or down at the local pub.

So I heard the footsteps following me. I looked back quickly and noticed two men following me.

I walked faster, hoping I was wrong and that they just didn't understand personal space.

But they sped up as well.

With my heart beating like crazy, I ran. I ran as fast as I could but the two men caught me.

I was tackled to the ground by one and I screamed as loud as I could as they forced me on my back, hoping someone in this godforsaken place will hear me and come running.

The skirts of my dress were lifted and I tried to push the person off, but he just punched me in the face.

My eye was already swelling as the tears streamed down my face. I knew what was about to happen as I saw him pull down his pants.

I closed my eyes and prayed for some type of miracle.

That is when I heard the gun shot and felt the splattering of blood. The man on top of me collapsed, his body heavy.

I heard the other man try to run but another gun shot and he too went down.

My body was shaking as the dead body was removed from a top of me. I felt a hand touch my face gently and I flinched.

"Shh, it is okay. You are not in danger anymore." I opened my eyes, well the one good eye as the other one did not want to fully open now.

I was not expecting to see the face of Finn Shelby kneeling next to me.

I was most definitely not expecting to see his older brothers there as well.

I knew who they were. How could you not know the men who own and run Small Heath and are slowly making their way through the rest of Birmingham.

"Are you alright Miss?" Arthur asked me. I couldn't speak but I just gave him a thumbs up.

Finn helped me to my feet and had my face in his hands as he looked at the damage those men did to me.

"We should take her to Pol to make sure she is good." Finn said to his brothers.

"Are you okay if we take you to get checked over?" John asked me.

"Yes."

Finn had his arm around my back, guiding me through the cobblestone streets towards a building I have walked by many times, Shelby Company Limited.

I never dared to ever try to knock on the door, as I had no idea what happened behind those doors.

The one neighbour I have become close too told me to stay away from their shop and I have, until this very day.

The five of us walked through the front door and towards the back. I could make out a woman who I am assuming is Polly Gray and her son Michael.

"Pol.." sounded like Tommy was going to speak but she cut him off.

"Sit her down here Finn. You boys know what to grab." I could of laughed at her calling them boys but I didn't.

I felt the calming hands of Polly on my face, her checking me over.

I never imagined that after what happened tonight I would become almost like family to them.

Arthur, Tommy, John and Michael became almost like brothers to me.

Pol became like a mother figure to me. Ada I met later on, and I enjoyed spending time with her and shopping.

But Finn....Finn became my best friend. We became almost inseparable after our first meeting.

And I am thankful to have him in my life. I don't make friends easily but when it came to Finn, it just felt natural. Like he was always supposed to be in my life.

~

I thought back to that day almost one year ago I was just finishing up my day of teaching.

John's son Andrew is in my class and usually I will walk him home, along with his other siblings but not today.

As I was talking with Mary about her day at school, I heard Katie say, "Dad?" I looked up and there was John, along with Finn, Isaiah and Johnny Dogs.

John walked towards us and any other child or parent that was in his path, made sure to move.

"What is going on?" I asked him, trying to remain calm.

"We have to go now. Family meeting at Tommy's." I could of groaned at the thought of driving all the way to the country side, but I didn't.

I just followed John and the children towards the three automobiles that were waiting for us.

Finn took my hand in his and and walked the two of us over to the one, which had Katie and Andrew in it.

I turned to whisper to Finn as the automobile started to move. "What is going on Finn?" He just squeezed my hand.

"I shouldn't say it, but it deals with the Changretta family." It felt like my body went numb. I knew there was a feud between their two families.

The Shelby's have done everything in their power to keep me out of it, but something must of happened if I am now involved.

I didn't ask anymore questions, so I just stared outside the window as Finn and I held hands.

Him trying to be the comforting best friend and me, worrying about not only my life but of the man who I secretly love and his family that have taken me in as their own.

We finally got to Tommy's place and we were all escorted inside by members of the Peaky Blinders.

I noticed that other members were walking around the property on high alert. That just made me grip Finn's arm as we walked inside and headed straight for his office.

I was expecting to be left to deal with the children but all I heard was Tommy call my name and point to a chair that was infront of his desk.

I sat there, looking around at the faces of the Shelby family. Even Uncle Charlie was there.

Finn stood behind me, his hands on my shoulders in comforting way.

"YN you are probably wondering why I have brought you here."

I nodded my head yes, as I dared not to speak. "Well I was sent an envelope full of documents from Luca Changretta and to my suprise, your information is also in the envelope."

I sat there stunned as he continued to talk.

"It is an envelope filled with all the information the Changrettas have on us and everyone who is closely associated with us."

I am confused and it showed on my face. "YN, you always said you didn't know the identity of your Father."

"No, my Mother never told me his name." My voice I notced sounded panicky.

"I believe you, so no need to panic, but one document that was in the envelope was your birth certificate."

Tommy slid the folded paper across the desk at me. With shaky hands I grabbed it and opened it.

I looked over the information and it was in fact my birth certificate. There was my Mom's name and I felt my eyes go wide at the name of the father.

'Vincente Changretta'

"No, no that can't be." I tried to say.

"You are the youngest child of Vincent Changretta YN."

"Tommy, I had no idea I swear.".

"YN, calm down. I know. I actually had a talk with Vincente over the telephone and he too was shocked at the news as your mother never told him."

"So what happens now Tommy?" Arthur asked.

"Because our family has treated YN like one of our own, Vincente and I came to an agreement that will stop this war from going any further."

The whole room waited with baited breath. I felt Finns' grip on my shoulders get tighter.

"There will be peace between our families. YN and Finn will marry by the end of the week."

I can feel each and every Shelby family member look at Finn and I. Finn moved his hands from my shoulders and before I knew it, I was running out of the room and down to the kitchens.

Heading for the entrance outside. I ran until I reached the end of his property and I collapsed on the green grass.

I have no idea how long I stayed out there, my mind trying to wrap around everything that has happened.

My Father is Vincente Changretta. One of the most feared men in England. Who has direct ties to the Mafia in New York.

The man who literally just found out I existed and has decided who I should marry.

Tommy who is using me to end this war between the two families. The man who I get doesn't want any harm to come to his family but to use me?

And poor Finn. Finn has no say at all in this but he knows this could of happened to him. It happened to John when he had to marry Esme to stop the feud between the Shelby's and Lee family.

I heard footsteps coming from my right and I looked over. I saw Finn walking towards me his head down and his hands in his pockets.

"Can I sit." I patted the spot next to me.

"How are you holding up?" He asked me.

"This is all just so much to take in. I find out who my Father is and I don't know how to feel about it being Vincente Changretta. Being used to end a war and marrying a man who I have no idea if he wants to even marry me."

"I want to marry you YN."

"Finn you're just saying that because you are being forced to marry me."

"For someone who is so smart, you sure are acting very foolish. I love you YN. I have since that day you decided you were going to help me learn how to read and write."

"That long?"

"Yes and even though I wanted to do this on my own terms and take you out on dates and show you how you are the one for me, I am thankful and very happy that it is you I am marrying."

I wanted to give Finn a kiss but I always told Finn I want my first kiss to be on my wedding day.

~

The week ended and now I am walking down the aisle on my father's arm. If I had my way it would of been Arthur but I got to meet Vincente a few times over the last couple of days.

He told me stories about my mother and how they met. I am still not a fan at the fact that I am the result from a four month long affair but I can't change the past.

Luca and Angel seem nice enough, but I know I won't be seeing Luca again after the wedding, which is fine with me. Angel, who lives here, had his own restaurant to run.

Vincente and his wife will be going back to America with Luca, which I am thankful for.

She seems like a nice enough woman, but she is holding it together well for someone who found out their husband cheated on her and had a child and is walking said child down the aisle.

Now I am standing next to Finn, saying our vows and I do's.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Finn held my face in his hands, looking into my eyes to make sure this was okay. I nodded softly and he smiled.

Our lips connected for the first time and it felt like fireworks went off. Finn deepened the kiss but we broke apart to as his brothers were hollering at us.

I looked into Finn's eyes and then into the small crowd of people. This isn't how I expected my wedding day to be or how it waa planned.

But I am sure glad I got to marry the man I love and now be officially apart of his family.

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