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January Jumble Scribbles
Hello everyone! The first set of writers are off scribbling the first part of their stories.
We have 3 wonderful teams participating this year and here is who they and what you all have to look forward to as they unfold their stories over the next 6 weeks.
Watch this space as we will share the each chapter as they complete them.
After the longest, most brain melting work day in existence, you simply must flop down on top of CE!babe because he is much comfier than the actual sofa. Which babe isâŚ
Most chuffed when you lay on top of him?
Most concerned for your well-being?
Most O_O because heâs instantly turned on?
Most likely to know exactly how to rub your back to make you fall asleep?
Welp, the icing on my shitastic day is now being slapped with a mature content label for my blog, which means Iâm effectively shadowbanned. So, neat.
Am I even showing up on the dash? Can you send me asks/DMs?
Ugh. As if I wasnât already hanging on by a thread here đŠ
for those who want to see my personal favorites in their entirety (plus my final top 5)
i originally planned to add other scribbles i just loved and wanted to ramble about, but this post is long enough as is
woe, big fuckin post be upon ye.
the first recap (scribbles 1-50):
honorable mentions in no particular order:
#50âThe Old World | Seeley Booth (& Jack Hodgins) that epilogue is just everything to me. the best friends ever. theyre so sweet and hodgins thinks shes totally crazy but he'll do anything she asks him to. also if i had a quarter for every time i wrote an arranged marriage to best friends pipeline, i would have two quarters, which isnt a lot but its really weird that its happened twice
#14âIs Nothing Sacred?! | Carlton Lassiter (ft. Shawn Spencer) its taking me back to my psych fic (which i need to revamp and republish) and i love it. also "Jesus, Lassie, did you drop her?" is far funnier to me than it should be
#32âFather-Son Chats | Evan "Buck" Buckley & dad!Bobby Nash another epilogue that i love with my whole heart... but also buck and bobbys relationship. they are so dear to my soul. also the obligatory "eddie punching his best friend for calling his sister a milf" comment bc that will never not be funny to me
#5âA Damn Good Excuse To Be Late | Dean Winchester listen. LISTEN. i love making men simp over their partners. especially when their partner is aspec. bc it will never not be funny to me
#41âVoid | Eddie Brock (ft. Venom) THE ANGSTTTTTTT no one is happy in this one and that makes me happy. i love to torture blorbos.
5th place: #35âThe Intern's Brother-In-Law | Foggy Nelson (ft. Matt Murdock)
"You really wanna be the intern's brother-in-law?" "At least I didn't try to fuck the intern," he said pointedly. Foggy was taking no shit. Matt's face flushed crimson. "That was before she worked here!" he defended. "That just makes it worse!"
i loooove writing mouthy foggy!! man, what a treat! i also love throwing shade at matt for being a manwhore and his history with peia is endlessly funny to me. foggy will never let this man rest. as he fucking should.
"Because you're a nepo baby," Benjerman shrugged, "and it's fun to make fun of you." "Hold up, aren't you a nepo baby, too?! Your dad is a literal Broadway/movie star! And her parents are both shrinks; I'm sure they're super rich, too!" Aaron argued frantically. "Yeah, but your net worth is still bigger than both of our parents', combined. Moneybags," Benjerman teased with a smile, making the sign for 'tycoon' and sticking his tongue out.
benjerman and his polycule are EVERYTHING to me rn!! i was so stoked to introduce him and he just makes me so happy. cant say im surprised; his mom is my sunshine incarnate just like he is and an old-time favorite. benjerman was featured in "double or nothing?" and is definitely still the same sassy boy, just all grown up, and he and aaron are just super cute.
3rd place: #42âFamily Discord | Matt Murdock (ft. Giuseppe Barbieri)
Giuseppe tried to mediate between the two of them. He didn't know what Malcolm had told Matt, didn't know the promise that was broken; he'd just been trying to get Malcolm to listen to him about leaving his baby sister alone. "Matthew, she's okay. Don't do anything rash," he said gently. "No, this has been a long time coming. Get the fuck out of my apartment, Malcolm, and don't come back," Matt spat.
im starting to think i just love the fics with the most characters... but hey, i got an excuse to write mal and giu together and theyre always a blast. its also angst which is slowly becoming my favorite thing to write?? not sure what that says about me whoops. i also stand by what i said in the tags: mal is plagued by two hot italians and i wish it were me.
"Oh, you are carrying such a torch for her. Were you ever this khaki-whacky for me?" Steve looked aghast at the question. "You have to ask?" "I didn't know you were into guys until after you kissed me the first time, and the only reason I picked up on it then is because you used tongue!" Bucky argued with a laugh.
40s!bucky gives me LIFE! this man has my whole heart and soul and he is so much fun to write đŠđŠ he is also very VERY aggressively bisexual imo and i love him for that. someone save poor steve. im adding bucky not knowing steve was into guys until their first kiss (and even then only because steve used tongue) to my list of hcs for them. stove and bucket my beloved.
"Oh, but I am. I am your big, gentle Sammy," he mocked. "I'll even grant you your wish." He sat down backwards on the chair beside her, leaned in. "I will go with you. Wherever. You. Will. Go."
WHO WAS GONNA TELL ME HOW FUN IT IS TO WRITE SOULLESS SAM?! oh, i fear he may ruin me... writing him and chelseas interaction was way more fun than i was expecting and i fear i may need a full fic of them now. what a shame that i have to write it. did you know i was actually kind of dreading writing soulless sam before i started? look how quickly that fuckin turned around LMAO
the second recap (scribbles 51-112):
honorable mentions in no particular order:
#57âHaunted | Peter Parker for the angst! the implications!! im working on a long fic that goes into more detail on this one
#81âOccupational Hazard | Sam Winchester bc theyre just so cute and dear to me
#106âUpdog? Overdog? Underdog | Eddie Brock & Giuseppe Barbieri bc its the first time ive really gotten their dynamic down other than one of my favorites and i love them sm đ polycule goals. dumbasses.
#61âTo Love You Is To Know You... Wait, Did I Get That Backwards? | Peter Parker partially for the title even though its atrociously long tbh but i feel like their dynamic was so perfect in this
#74âGone | Peter Parker are we sensing a theme here? i just love peter and writing for him. and also torturing him. gotta be mean to blorbo, sorry peter
#88âThe Long Wait | Peter Parker back at it with another peter fic,,, no one is surprised. something about this one just scratches my brain in the perfect way though. i cant put a finger on why. the italics? the paragraph spacing?? the actual words??? fuck if i know
5th place: #69âKaraoke | Eddie Brock (ft. Venom)
"All of them. And don't skimp on the Metallica." "Oh, marry me," he practically moaned. Keep your pants clean! Venom roared in his mind.
theyre so stupid. and so fucking fun to write !! i really said "dean winchester đ¤ eddie brock: taste in music" with this one and i have no regrets. i think eddie has a tendency to see juriana as almost as alien as venom is, so it was awesome to give them a little moment where theyre all united in something.
4th place: #89âOld | Dean Winchester (ft. Alex Harper)
She looked up at her husband with the saddest eyes, and Dean couldn't help but kiss her. Harper groaned loudly and shielded himself from the phone, acting like a little kid seeing his parents kiss for the first time. "Why do you have to ruin my phone call with old people kissing?!" he asked, playing it up just for the giggles. "Are you callin' me old?" Dean huffed. "I'm only 34!" "Yeah, 34 hundred."
this one kinda crept up on me. it was good when i first wrote it, but then it just stuck with me. its just the notion of dean realizing that hey, yeah, by his standards, he really is old. he probably never wouldve imagined living past his 30s (even if hes on his 12th life, by this point...) but also. dad dean. husband and father dean. i would die for him.
3rd place: #80âAwakened | Foggy Nelson
"Motherfucker-!" he exclaimed, balling his fists. "Would you like to be?" she offered. Foggy felt his soul leave his body at that.
there was so much about this one that brought me joy. foggy in general, the peter parker joke, the rambles, the mommy kink, how well they match each others freak; it was 300 words of perfection to me. theyre such goobers. foggy needs so much more love, hes so fun to write!
2nd place: #52âNaming Conventions | Eddie Brock & Giuseppe Barbieri
"Giu picked something Italian, you got the Japanese, and I provided the Irish, that way everyone was involved like you wanted them to be!" "YOU NAMED OUR CHILD BROCCOLI; IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH BEING IRISH!" she shouted. "I can't believe I trusted you with a modicum of responsibility!" "Why not? You trusted me with the regular cum of responsibility," Eddie said with a stupid smirk on his face. Giuseppe wheezed a laugh, amazed that Juri hadn't slapped him for that. "She is going to kill you," he advised, "and I am going to make popcorn. I will miss you when you're gone."
i was so excited for this one to come out đŠđŠ i had entirely too much fun with it, and thats why it ended up being so fucking long. ive written a lot of juri and eddie together and a little bit of giu and juri together, but this was the first time i got to really work out giu and eddies dynamic and im super happy with how it turned out
1st place: #108âWords Hurt | Sam Winchester (ft. Dean Winchester)
Sam was beyond done with the jokes, though. "Sheriesh grel winnagoggel palltic fleekjesh schwin blarga!" he gibbered at Chelsea, whose jaw dropped at the meaning behind the nonsense. "Don't you dare try to curse me!" she huffed, earning a weird look from Dean, who had no idea what any of it meant. She clarified: "Sam said he hopes the research makes my head spin so I can 'ave a taste of the curse."
that gibberish took me like three minutes to put together just bc i wanted to make sure it sounded random. stupid thing to hyperfixate on but oh well 𤡠anyway, this one made me giggle a lot too, and it WILL be getting a full-length fic (eventually)! chelsea and dean are becoming my favorite brotp to write for, and i must really love writing for sam bc hes taken first place in BOTH recaps now. i wonder if he'll be first in the third recap too đ¤ its currently a no, but stranger things have happened (update: he didnt come in first but he was third)
the third recap (scribbles 113-165):
honorable mention honorable mentions (aka scribbles i wanted to ramble about but dont love as much as the other two sections) just in numerical order:
#121âEnough | Sam Winchester mostly just to shout out that gif bc it,,, does something to me. soft sam supremacy idk. but also bc "i would dip my face in liquid nitrogen for the chance to kiss you, and im disappointed thats not feasable" is one of the cutest and most accepting sam things ive ever written
#122âSangria-Phobe | Dean Winchester its just such a stupid pun and very dean coded. that man hates wonderwall and bob dylan tell me im wrong
#126âThe Message | Loki Odinson believe it or not, this one (and all of the loki scribbles, actually) totally snuck up on me and was not planned. much to cue's chagrin, ive been off my loki bullshit for a hot minute and just didnt feel inspired to write for him, but this one mostly wrote itself. also getting a rb from a large (imo) blog (that wasnt associated with event organization like BBF or society) was so shocking and genuinely blew my mind. it still does tbh đ
#137âIrish Blessings | Sam Winchester (ft. Patrick McNeil) patrick conspiring to say "no" to sam is honestly fucking evil and the whiplash he gives poor sam is even worse. but its such a patrick thing to do. he would be so sad about giving his girls away and for as worried as he is about sam, the worst in-law is yet to come.
#138âLiability | Peter Parker more angst... kinda, but moreso just peter being an idiot. i love idiot peter. he is so dear to my soul. getting into an argument just to end it with "did you really mean it when you called me your boyfriend đđđĽ°đĽ°đŠđŠ" is so stupid and so peter and so them and i love it.
#164âPrecious | Bucky Barnes dad!bucky. need i say more?
#165âThe End | Peter Parker i realize its something most people lack context for, but cassiopeters relationship with ben is just... so fucking funny. ben and johnny storm are just meant to torment peter, but at least he could date johnny. and the epilogue is just stupid and fun. i also just love that the last scribble of the challenge, released 1 minute before the event was over, was called 'the end'. its the little things.
honorable mentions in order of least-most favorite:
#150âBeat Me To The Pie Punch | Dean Winchester i am such a sucker for fluff like this and also just wondeanland in general. deans life just getting completely fucked up because he walked into a bakery to get pie after fighting with his dad is đŠ. theyre so perfect for each other
#155âThe Mistake | Aaron Thorsen are we surprised to see angst in this lineup? we shouldnt be. also internalized homophobia. benjer and aaron werent a pair i was really expecting to write for, but i just got sporadic ideas for them (and lucy) when i was writing out my prompt ideas and theyve become so otp to me. i was really torn between this one and the right to remain silent for the honorable mentions, and im still not sure which one i like more! theyre pretty tied.
#113âNight Talks | Peter Parker (ft. Bucky Barnes) the relationships in this lil family are just,,, everything to me. im in the process of writing out a more detailed fic that goes more in-depth with what bucky did to peia and how it affects him and the people around them and its just way too fun to fuck around with. i like playing with buckys trauma. i also LOVE writing mouthy peter. "zip it, tinkerbell" and "im not having this conversation without pants" were my favorite moments from this scribble though. theyre just >>>>>
#120âYours. Forever. | Bucky Barnes excuse me while i scream about them for a minute đŠđŠđŠđŠđŠđŠđŠđŠđŠ I LOVE THEM SO MUCH i think they complement each other so incredibly well and this is SO FUCKING FLUFFY and i love it. its on par with january's confessions scribble (which actually takes place around the same point in their timeline) and its just. chefs kiss. i have no further comment.
#160âTactical Decision | Wesley Evers this and yours. forever. very nearly made me say "fuck it" and just expand the top 5 scribbles into top 7 which is why i decided to just put the honorable mentions in order this time 𤡠i love beginnings and i love men that are simps for their wives and i love tormenting my demi crew who dont realize theyre in love until something like this happens. i also just love the thought of angela and tim mocking the ever-living SHIT out of them for "iT wAs A tAcTiCaL dEciSiON" for the rest of their lives
5th Place: #145âThe Right Thing | 40s!Eddie Brock
Eddie moved closer, took her hands, and stared at her longingly. He didn't have a plan yet, but he couldn't go along with hers. "Respectfully, not in a million years would I ever do that," he promised. "I'm not gonna abandon you. We'll⌠hide the war out in a bunker, kidnap a doctor, make the president sign the damn marriage certificate himself; I don't care, but I'm not leaving you. I love you. Whatever it takes, I'll take care of you."
where the fuck did this one come from ??? (my catfa brainrot, lets be real here) i literally had like 600 or 700 words of ideas before i went to write the scribble, and the whole challenge with the scribbles is for them to be UNDER 300 words. this one just hit me like a fucking freight train (maybe the one that took buckys arm) and i was NOT expecting it at all. i love love love the idea of 40s eddie and juriana though đŠđŠđŠ i will be writing more of them and that is a threat
4th Place: #146âOrders | 40s!Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes (both the epilogue and the main scribble)
The picture in front of Adelaide was of her kissing Bucky. In front of Steve was a picture of him in the same position. In front of Bucky were both. (He couldn't stop grinning.)
"Oh, yeah? And how are you gonna manage that one, Rogers?" Bucky challenged. "White privilege," Addie deadpanned. Steve shifted uncomfortably, but didn't say she was wrong.
blatantly bisexual 40s bucky barnes, how i love you... tbh this one landing in FOURTH place shocked me bc i do love it quite a lot, but there were some other really strong contenders. i felt like this one was a pretty good mix of goofy, defiant, and frustrated that encapsulates their experience as a polycule in the 40s, especially one with both queer and poc members, as well as being in the military at the time. this was also the thing that made me finally say fuck it and add howard to the polycule (as well as peggy, eventually) because bucky is a menace and he would absolutely start dating two more people after getting in trouble for fucking around with ameicas sweethearts
3rd Place: #158âTu Me Manques | Sam Winchester
"âŚgive Harper a hug for me, okay?" he asked sadly, walking toward the door. "Tell him it's from Dean." Alice's eyes welled with tears and her voice cracked when she spoke. "Go on. If you come back, I'll get you trespassed. You know that the sheriff lives next door, and I've got his cell number." Sam looked as heartbroken as she sounded. "I'll see you around, Coop," he mumbled
i have so many thoughts about this one. the winchester in-law relationships are some of my favorites and im just so in love with their dynamic. the idea that its not just dean losing a partner with the breakup, but sam losing family too. and harper. i think we all know by now that the angsty ones also tend to be my favorites, so its not a shocker this one ended up in the top 5 đ
2nd Place: #125âDonuts Made Me Choke The Chicken | Dean Winchester
"Oh, come on!" "That's why I'm going back to wash them!"
genuinely dont know what to say about this one. it is 110% a crack fic and pure stupidity but both it and its companion #127âFavorite Movie | Steve Rogers are??? weirdly favorites of mine????? and thinking about it, i think dean and addie would get along like a house on fire. theyre the same flavor of freaky
1st Place: #114âBlow Up My Phone | Dean Winchester
"ur gna hit me with lepruhcon speak and THATS what ur hung up on?" A pause, while he thought about her last text. "if u wanna put anti fire juice on ur vagina thats ur funeral buddy" Insane. He was going to drive her insane.
THE IN-LAWS EVERRRR 10/10 i love them so much theyre so stupid together. even picking a favorite quote for this one was hard because the whole thing just makes me grin like an idiot. also the bonus texts at the end in the a/n are just >>> i feel like i really nailed canon dean vibes in this one and im proud of it.
bonus rambles:
if i had to pick 5 top favorites from the WHOLE event i guess it would kinda change the order from the recaps, but i would say they are:
(honestly, these first two are more tied for 4th than 5th and 4th)
3rd Place: #114âBlow Up My Phone | Dean Winchester
im ??? honestly surprised this isnt my #1, but when i think about it, the other two are just too good. i think the bonus texts in the a/n may honestly be better than the actual scribble itself, but its definitely close
2nd Place: #52âNaming Conventions | Eddie Brock & Giuseppe Barbieri
dad!eddie and a polycule. im sorry dean but you just couldnt beat this one with blow up my phone. its funny but the modicum/regular cum joke and the fact that eddie NAMED HIS SON AFTER A VEGETABLE live rent-free in my head in a way that the dean-chelsea texts dont quite
1st Place: #89âOld | Dean Winchester (ft. Alex Harper)
it just sits with me. its seeped into my bones. dean and his kid. the reflection mixed with playful family dynamics. everything he ever wanted but something he never had. i just keep thinking about it.
Honestly sweetie, i am so very proud of you for all of them. I cant tell you.. what you've done. It was so wonderful to see. Your creativity, the variety.. it was everything. You have no idea what it means to me personally to see someone take this challenge on like this..
PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 1036.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all thatâs needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: The plot is simmering.
A/N: Please please please, Iâd love to hear what you think of this.
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5.
The cover is wrapped around your legs when you wake up but even so, youâre hot because you are tucked tightly between two bodies. Your first instinct is to move, to get up and away from the involuntary sandwich you find yourself in...but itâs also somehow really comfortable.
Blinking blearily, you realize that youâre facing Laufeyson, his arm wrapped around your waist and his forehead less than an inch from yours. That must mean that the body you feel pressed against your back as a hard wall of muscle is Rogers who has a hand on your hip and something hard prodding against your butt that makes your breath stutter at the realization.
As if on cue, Laufeyson opens his eyes and meets your gaze.
âGood morning,â he whispers.
âMorning.â
He smiles for a second before a serious frown crowns his brow.
âExcuse me.â
Half expecting him to get up, youâre caught by surprise when he instead kisses your forehead. His lips are cool on your heated skin and you realize youâre instinctively chasing the contact when he slowly pulls away. Stopping yourself, you canât make yourself meet his gaze but thankfully he doesnât comment on it. Just kisses you gently again.
Hot lips press against your shoulder at the same time. A hand tightens on your hip but doesnât dare pull you closer.
So you try.
Slowly, you stretch, allowing your ass to press against Rogersâ groin while, at the other end, your chest brushes against Laufeyson. You see his eyes darken, his hand drifting up your side so the thumb is so close to touch the side of your breast. But he doesnât. Just waits to see what your reaction will be.
Rogers, on the other hand, is perhaps in a tighter spot. Rather than being tempted beyond his limits, though, he pushes on your hip to create a smidgen of space between the two of you.
âDonât get me wrong,â he rasps with a deep morning voice, âthis is a great way to wake up but...donât rush things, doll.â
Laufeysonâs hand cups your cheek. âWe have time. Weâll wait until youâre ready.â
Other people might take it as a threat and honestly, a part of you still does but...not all of you. Actually, most of you seem even more inclined to get the best out of the situation on all levels but it is nice to know, they wonât force you to do anything.
---
You must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing you know, youâre alone in the huge bed. Lying, staring at the ceiling, you hear the voices of the men. It sounds like theyâre in the kitchen and as you pick up the scent of freshly brewed coffee, you decide to join them. For the sake of the coffee, of course.
The moment they spot you, though, they both light up, making something inside you flutter with delight before you shove it deep down again.
âGood morning,â Laufeyson smiles.
Rogers pulls out a chair for you. âHungry?â
Yeah, you are. Taking the offered seat, you and the men dig into the feast theyâve prepared for you all.
âI have some business to take care off,â Laufeyson says, âit shouldnât take too long, though.â
âWhat is it?â you ask only to regret it right away when you see his brow arch. âSorry,â you mumble.
Youâre watching the syrup soaking into the fluffy pancakes â anything to avoid seeing how angry he might have become at you.
âOne day, you might learn more about our businesses,â the dark haired man calmly tells you, âbut for now itâs probably best you donât know.â
Nodding, you try to shake the image of him doing something gruesome. That might be who he is when âworkingâ but he is kind to you. Same with Rogers. Youâve noticed the scars on his knuckles, but whenever he touches you, he is careful and gentle.
âI understand,â you admit.
Then you straighten up and send both men a smile as if everything is okay. âI need you to bring more of your clothes and things so itâs also your home and not just mine.â
Lighting up with their own smiles, the men seem to appreciate the change of subject.
---
They end up bringing what must be half their wardrobes over the weekend and you help them getting things sorted in the walk-in closet. Just like with most other things in your the arrangement, you find your things in the middle like a wall between theirs. Between them.
Youâre silently impressed with them, though: considering they used to be competitors, enemies even, then they manage to keep it civil and you suspect that they actually enjoy having one less opponent to worry about. Or maybe they just keep any disagreements out of sight from you.
The idea is both worrying and heartwarming. Youâre starting to like how they care about you. You shouldnât but itâs been a while since someoneâs treated you with that kind of attention and sweetness. You notice yourself trying to make them smile, trying to get them to touch you by lingering in their presence as you contemplate reaching out for them.
At night, you fall sleep neatly lying on your back with a bit of distance to both, but in the morning, youâre tangled up in their limbs and it makes your body throb with the need for something more that you donât dare to ask them for yet. Still, you find yourself indulging in the nearness in those early morning hours, drifting in and out of a dreamy state where youâre unsure where you end and they start.
Like now.
Twisting gently in the arms of the men, you try not to wake them as you get comfortable again. If you were a cat, youâd have been purring.
âDarling,â Laufeyson groans, âitâs too early.â
âI know,â you whisper, deciding to nuzzle into him, âgo back to sleep.â
Embracing you, he plants a soft kiss on your head but then Rogers makes grabby hands for you. Urging him to turn so he, as big as he is, can be the little spoon, you smile when you hear him sigh.
explain your gender in 10 words or less without using boring words like âmaleâ, âfemaleâ, ânonbinaryâ, âmasculineâ, âfeminineâ or âandrogynousâ.
PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 1120.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all thatâs needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: Decisions and all that follows including the start of a plan. Nothing bad.
A/N: Alright, Iâm trying to do this because I havenât been able to get it out of my head: series Mobster AU time, here we come!
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2.
Their gazes are heavy on you, like oil on your skin. You know, they want an answer now but itâs so hard to think straight with the shock of their request still echoing in your mind. Sure, they are attractive in each their own way and the promise of your own cafe is tempting, but itâs the idea of âthe restâ thatâs making you hesitate. What if they turn out to be horrible? They arenât mobsters for nothing, after all. Then I can play them against one another, a little and absolutely devious voice comforts you.
Looking at them, both men are sitting as if relaxed, but you see the tension in their shoulders and the set of their jaws. Surely, refusing them would be worse than accepting your fate.
Inhale, exhale. Nice and slow to steady your nerves. You shift in the seat, hands now flat on the table before you. Itâs only cool against your palms for a moment before the wood warms and the grain becomes evident.
âIf I say no, itâll turn ugly,â you summarize, hating how they both nod, âbut if I say yes and Iâm not happy with my new life?â
Thereâs a flicker of something soft in Rogersâ eyes as he reaches out to take out to take your hand. The gesture is repeated by Laufeyson and youâre astounded by how different their hands look and feel. Both big, one is more slender, soft, and cool, while the other is broader, warm, and calloused.
âWe understand your trepidation,â Laufeyson assures you.
Rogers nods. âWeâll be good to you.â
Now, if only you knew what their definition of âgoodâ was. Still, you find yourself nodding along.
âI cannot possibly make an educated choice between the two of you,â you hear yourself say, âso youâll have to learn to live with each other.â
You hear Rogersâ nasal intake of breath, see Laufeysonâs free hand flex. They shoot each other a short glance but their attention is back on you in a heartbeat.
Everything that follows is a blur: they have you close up the cafe, barely allowing you to send a text to your boss to warn that youâll be gone and that you are sorry. Then they walk with you to your home, both of them busy on their phones arranging for moving boxes to be delivered and for the best real estate agent to clear their schedule for the rest of the day.
At your little apartment, they allow you the privacy to change out of your work clothes before sweeping you into a taxi â seemingly the only neutral vehicle they could agree on rather than any one of the men having to accept a ride from the other.
Squished between the men on the backseat, youâre thankful that they keep their hands to themselves at least for a while longer â no, you have no hope that will last but for now it feels like you only have your own body left under your control and it makes the air scratch in your lungs as if wanting to escape on a scream. Still, you keep quiet.
The first place you drive to is on the edge of downtown and it isnât hard to guess that itâs right on the border between Rogersâ and Laufeysonâs turfs, making it possible for both men to come and go without âtrespassingâ.
The apartment is a penthouse and the real estate agent thatâs waiting for you is babbling about the view and the spaciousness as she shows it off. You have a hard time focusing on what she says even though you try. It doesnât matter, though: you canât see yourself living in a place like this because as fancy as the apartment is, itâs also devoid of any soul. So by the end of the tour, you just shake your head softly and the two mobsters sweep you out the door and on towards the next place.
A brownstone near a park. Three floors and a little garden out back. Kids that play in the street which makes you nauseous at the idea of bringing the mobsters into their neighbourhood and so you refuse to even finish the tour before you quietly ask to leave. You know youâll have to chose something at some point but it canât be this.
Another street in the liminal space between the menâs hunting grounds. Tall buildings with old facades and parisian roofs that hold yet another penthouse â this time with a roof top terrace â where a new real estate agent awaits, nervously wringing his hands until he spots the men whose presence reducing him to an ass-licking wimp. You donât blame him.
And somehow, even if just for a moment, this place distracts you from your situation as you wander through the rooms. Despite the current emptiness, itâs easy to envision what it could end up being with furniture â even if you hesitate in the bedroom at the idea of the size of the bed needed. Will Laufeyson and Rogers be able to share a bed?
âDo you like it here?â Rogers asks softly under the real estate agentâs ramblings about flooring materials.
Do you? Itâs not anything you had ever thought youâd achieve in your wildest dreams but...yes.
âI do,â you admit quietly.
Laufeyson has overheard your answer and with a nod he turns to the frazzled man trying to sell the place. âWeâll take it.â
âYou...oh...lovely!â
---
They tell you that you can bring over whatever furniture from your old place you might want to keep but frankly, IKEA is not the provider of anything particularly sentimentally valuable and, you figure, you might as well get the most out of this situation as possible, so you opt for the exhaustive project of shopping for new furniture in the days to come. Sure, some of your things will be needed to tide the gap until the new stuff has been chosen and delivered but you will be in charge of decorating and furnishing the apartment as you want and you grab at that frail feeling of control.
Control.
What an absurd notion to long for when youâve signed yourself over to your new fate, but it is what you want to regain nonetheless, and as you lie awake that night in your own bed â alone for the last time â you realize that you will have to learn to play their game if you want to remain sane. You will have to study the men, understand how things work in their world. Not to become them, but to beat them at their own game. You will have to be careful, subtle...but maybe one day you can thrive again.
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PAIRING/STARRING: Mob boss!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Mob boss!Loki Laufeyson.
WORD COUNT: 1120.
SUMMARY: Sometimes all thatâs needed for two competing mob bosses to bring them together is a person. You.
CONTENT: Decisions and all that follows including the start of a plan. Nothing bad.
A/N: Alright, Iâm trying to do this because I havenât been able to get it out of my head: series Mobster AU time, here we come!
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2.
Their gazes are heavy on you, like oil on your skin. You know, they want an answer now but itâs so hard to think straight with the shock of their request still echoing in your mind. Sure, they are attractive in each their own way and the promise of your own cafe is tempting, but itâs the idea of âthe restâ thatâs making you hesitate. What if they turn out to be horrible? They arenât mobsters for nothing, after all. Then I can play them against one another, a little and absolutely devious voice comforts you.
Looking at them, both men are sitting as if relaxed, but you see the tension in their shoulders and the set of their jaws. Surely, refusing them would be worse than accepting your fate.
Inhale, exhale. Nice and slow to steady your nerves. You shift in the seat, hands now flat on the table before you. Itâs only cool against your palms for a moment before the wood warms and the grain becomes evident.
âIf I say no, itâll turn ugly,â you summarize, hating how they both nod, âbut if I say yes and Iâm not happy with my new life?â
Thereâs a flicker of something soft in Rogersâ eyes as he reaches out to take out to take your hand. The gesture is repeated by Laufeyson and youâre astounded by how different their hands look and feel. Both big, one is more slender, soft, and cool, while the other is broader, warm, and calloused.
âWe understand your trepidation,â Laufeyson assures you.
Rogers nods. âWeâll be good to you.â
Now, if only you knew what their definition of âgoodâ was. Still, you find yourself nodding along.
âI cannot possibly make an educated choice between the two of you,â you hear yourself say, âso youâll have to learn to live with each other.â
You hear Rogersâ nasal intake of breath, see Laufeysonâs free hand flex. They shoot each other a short glance but their attention is back on you in a heartbeat.
Everything that follows is a blur: they have you close up the cafe, barely allowing you to send a text to your boss to warn that youâll be gone and that you are sorry. Then they walk with you to your home, both of them busy on their phones arranging for moving boxes to be delivered and for the best real estate agent to clear their schedule for the rest of the day.
At your little apartment, they allow you the privacy to change out of your work clothes before sweeping you into a taxi â seemingly the only neutral vehicle they could agree on rather than any one of the men having to accept a ride from the other.
Squished between the men on the backseat, youâre thankful that they keep their hands to themselves at least for a while longer â no, you have no hope that will last but for now it feels like you only have your own body left under your control and it makes the air scratch in your lungs as if wanting to escape on a scream. Still, you keep quiet.
The first place you drive to is on the edge of downtown and it isnât hard to guess that itâs right on the border between Rogersâ and Laufeysonâs turfs, making it possible for both men to come and go without âtrespassingâ.
The apartment is a penthouse and the real estate agent thatâs waiting for you is babbling about the view and the spaciousness as she shows it off. You have a hard time focusing on what she says even though you try. It doesnât matter, though: you canât see yourself living in a place like this because as fancy as the apartment is, itâs also devoid of any soul. So by the end of the tour, you just shake your head softly and the two mobsters sweep you out the door and on towards the next place.
A brownstone near a park. Three floors and a little garden out back. Kids that play in the street which makes you nauseous at the idea of bringing the mobsters into their neighbourhood and so you refuse to even finish the tour before you quietly ask to leave. You know youâll have to chose something at some point but it canât be this.
Another street in the liminal space between the menâs hunting grounds. Tall buildings with old facades and parisian roofs that hold yet another penthouse â this time with a roof top terrace â where a new real estate agent awaits, nervously wringing his hands until he spots the men whose presence reducing him to an ass-licking wimp. You donât blame him.
And somehow, even if just for a moment, this place distracts you from your situation as you wander through the rooms. Despite the current emptiness, itâs easy to envision what it could end up being with furniture â even if you hesitate in the bedroom at the idea of the size of the bed needed. Will Laufeyson and Rogers be able to share a bed?
âDo you like it here?â Rogers asks softly under the real estate agentâs ramblings about flooring materials.
Do you? Itâs not anything you had ever thought youâd achieve in your wildest dreams but...yes.
âI do,â you admit quietly.
Laufeyson has overheard your answer and with a nod he turns to the frazzled man trying to sell the place. âWeâll take it.â
âYou...oh...lovely!â
---
They tell you that you can bring over whatever furniture from your old place you might want to keep but frankly, IKEA is not the provider of anything particularly sentimentally valuable and, you figure, you might as well get the most out of this situation as possible, so you opt for the exhaustive project of shopping for new furniture in the days to come. Sure, some of your things will be needed to tide the gap until the new stuff has been chosen and delivered but you will be in charge of decorating and furnishing the apartment as you want and you grab at that frail feeling of control.
Control.
What an absurd notion to long for when youâve signed yourself over to your new fate, but it is what you want to regain nonetheless, and as you lie awake that night in your own bed â alone for the last time â you realize that you will have to learn to play their game if you want to remain sane. You will have to study the men, understand how things work in their world. Not to become them, but to beat them at their own game. You will have to be careful, subtle...but maybe one day you can thrive again.
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