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Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You break into Bucky's apartment after being hired to steal his dog tags but something about the man draws you to him. Struggling with the guilt of taking his precious possession, you find yourself unable to complete the delivery of the item. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, lots of smut, illegal activities, bit of violence. Word Count: 8.6k Status: COMPLETE

Part One ⁂ ➴ You break into Bucky's apartment and decide your mission can wait until after you have some fun with him

Part Two ⁂ ➴ Fate has you and Bucky crossing paths and leads to a change of heart.

Part Three ⁂ ⨮ ➴ Nothing is easy and doing the right thing is downright hard but it's something you need to do.

⁂ = smut † = death ⨮ =angst ꕥ = fluff

Jake beating the shit out of his father… WE LOVE THAT .

And please tell me Why The first thing that I thought when I read that Jake’s lips were busted I thought:

“Oooh no they are not gonna be able to kiss for a while” 😭😭🤦🏻

More Hearts Than Mine Part 10

In which Jakes family comes to have a talk and things hit a boiling point.

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TW:swearing,violence, brief mentions of blood

Word Count:2.7k

A/N: jake deserves better (I say as I’m the sole creator of his pain lol) also this gif??? The nose crinkle!!!

You and Jake have spent the past week since the phone call on edge and running through endless scenarios of how it could go. Now it’s finally Saturday and you’re flitting around the house cleaning like a mad woman while awaiting their arrival. Jake left about thirty minutes ago to pick them up from the airport and your heart leaps into your throat when you hear car doors closing.

You quickly put the vacuum back in the hall closet and check your appearance one last time. You close your eyes and take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves to no avail. You wait just inside the door when you hear a key turning and plaster a bright smile across your features.

The door swings open and you’re met first with your fiancé’s face followed by that of his mother, father, and sisters. “Hey,” you greet. “Welcome to sunny San Diego. How was your flight?” You ask, desperate not to have an awkward silence.

Catherine smiles and puts her bag in Jake’s outstretched hands. “Thank you, honey.” She tells him before turning to you. “It was lovely. Everything went as smoothly as possible.” She answers with a smile and you nod.

“Well, that’s nice. Flying can be a real nightmare sometimes.” You chuckle and she grins with a short nod. She turns to her daughters and waves them over. The two women step forward silently and Catherine smiles.

“This is Josephine, but she goes by Josie. She’s the youngest.” She explains while pointing to the blonde who bears a striking resemblance to Jake. You stick out your hand and she shakes it. “Nice to properly meet you.”

Jake’s other sister takes it upon herself to greet you and you note that it’s the same woman that opened the door at Christmas. “I’m Jane, the oldest of the group. I want to apologize for how I acted at Christmas. It was rude and I should have made more of an effort to welcome you.” She apologizes and you wave her off with a smile.

“Apology accepted, it’s all water under the bridge. Tensions were running high, consider this our first interaction.” You assure her and she smiles with a short nod.

Jake comes back from dropping the bags off and walks up behind you while wrapping his arms around your waist. You look behind the three women and make eye contact with his dad and your gaze hardens slightly.

“Jacob.” You say curtly and he clears his throat. “Y/N.”

You look him over briefly and notice he still has a hint of a bruise around his eye and it takes everything in you not to smile. Jake takes a second to greet his mom and sisters, ignoring his father’s presence completely.

You sigh and clap your hands. “Why don’t we move to the living room?” You suggest and everyone nods in agreement before following you. Jake takes your hand and the two of you guide the group through the entryway and into the shared space.

Everyone timidly takes their seats, you and Jake on the loveseat and the four Seresins on the large couch. You squeeze Jake’s hand and Catherine clears her throat.

“So,” she begins and the two of you turn your attention to her. “Let’s just get this out of the way.” You take a deep breath and brace for what’s to come. “The girls and I would like to be a part of your lives if you’ll allow us.”

You feel Jake tense slightly and shoot him a worried glance. He takes a moment to process before speaking. “We’d like that, but I’m not sure how you’re expecting that to work.” He explains while shooting a sharp look at his dad.

Catherine sighs and nods her head. “Yes, I see your concern but I assure you it won’t be an issue. There’s something else Id like to talk to you about as well.” She says and you feel your heart rate speed up.

Jake’s eyebrows furrow and he stays silent waiting for the woman to continue. “I’d like to pay for the wedding. Anything you want, no budget.” She offers while glancing between you and Jake. Your eyes widen and your head whips to look at your fiancé.

You see the same shocked expression on his face but before either of you can respond, Jacob speaks up. “I’m not paying for him to marry the bitch that assaulted me!” He exclaims while pointing an accusatory finger at you.

Your eyes narrow and before Jake can get a word in edge-wise, you bite back. “Call me a bitch one more time and see if I don’t it again.” Your voice is laced with venom and you see anger cross the man’s face.

He opens his mouth and Catherine puts her hand up. “Jacob so help me god, I have had it with you.” She spits and yours and Jake’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’re not paying for a damn thing, I am.”

Jacob scoffs at his wife and crosses his arms. “And whose money are you using, sweetheart.” Your blood boils at the way he’s speaking to her and you debate jumping to her defense when she laughs.

“Well,” she begins. “It’ll be my money after I leave you.”

You hear Jake choke next to you and you rub his back soothingly while staring at the train wreck in front of you. Jacob lurches forward and you swear his eyes are completely black. “You can’t leave me, Catherine. Our prenup is ironclad. If you leave me, you’ll lose everything.” He laughs darkly.

You and Jake look at each other for a second before turning back to the impending war going down in your home. Catherine shrugs casually and leans back into the couch cushion.

“That’s what I thought too, except I remembered that little affair you think I don’t know about. I had an infidelity clause written into our prenup that states I receive the ranch and every last penny along with 50% of any future earnings if you ever have extramarital relations. You’re fucked, Jacob.”

Your hand flies up to your mouth and you’re certain your eyes are about to bulge out of your head. Your gaze turns to Jacob and you see his face blanch. He shakes his head and stands up quickly.

He advances toward Catherine and before your brain can catch up, Jake jumps up and steps defensively in front of his mother. You stand and motion for the three women to move to the other side of the room with you, well aware of what Jake is capable of if he’s angry enough. This is three decades worth of rage waiting to be let out and you have an inkling it’s going to be ugly.

Jacob laughs bitterly and tries to step around his son only to be intercepted. “Do not take another step toward them.” Jake says firmly and his father’s eyes dart over his shoulder to look at the four of you.

“You can’t do this Catherine. It will destroy my image.” He tries to reason and you scoff. “Your wife just said she’s leaving you and all you care about is your image?” You laugh in disbelief and the man glowers at you.

“Shut the fuck up. This is a family matter.” He barks while angrily pointing at you. Jake shoves his father back and squares his shoulders. “Do you ever learn? Don’t fucking talk to my future wife like that.” He growls and you smirk.

Catherine shakes her head next to you. “You destroyed this family for 30 years, Jacob. Whatever karma brings you is not my problem. Y/N is more part of this family than you are.” You see Josie and Jane each grab their mother’s hands and Jacob’s eyes quickly lock onto the interaction.

He looks at his daughters and you see his chest heaving with angry breaths. “What is this? Some sort of coup?” He yells and the two women shrink under his hateful gaze. You block them with your body as best you can and stare back at the man just as viciously.

In a matter of minutes, you’ve found yourself having the same protective instinct over them as you do for Jake. You decide at that moment that if it comes down to it, you’ll gladly lay their father out again. Though based on Jake’s body language, you’re guessing he’ll beat you to it.

Jacob shakes his head condescendingly and puts his hands on his hips. “After everything I’ve done, this is how I’m repaid.” He turns around and paces for a moment and you think he might be on the brink of a psychotic break. He stops to take a deep breath and for a split second, you wonder if he’ll just accept defeat.

You’re quickly proven wrong when he whips back around and lunges for Catherine. “You ungrateful fucking bitches!” You don’t flinch at the sudden act of aggression, standing tall and unwavering in your place. You notice Catherine stand up straighter in an act of defiance and feel a surge of pride at the way she’s standing her ground.

Even though Jake’s back is facing you, you see the exact moment it happens. Something in him switches at the violent outburst from his father and you watch as his muscles ripple with restraint. You’ve seen this a few times before when a man gets handsy with you or Phoenix, it’s like something takes over your fiancé and he operates off of pure animalistic instinct.

Jacob slams directly into his son’s chest and Jake doesn’t budge. He’s like a wall, and with the adrenaline coursing through his bloodstream he’s an immovable force. “You have one chance to leave.” He offers and Jacob laughs.

Jake turns his head to face you over his shoulder and his next words have you scrambling for your phone before he even finishes speaking. “Call Rooster and Mav.” His voice is hard and you wonder what exactly he’s planning.

Before you can consider any possibilities, you watch with wide eyes as Jake puts his father in a headlock and the two men start flailing around. You clamber to the side as Jacob kicks over your coffee table and you corral the women to the kitchen as you quickly find Bradley’s contact.

You tremble as you press the phone to your ear and hear Jake wrestling his dad out the front door and into the front yard. You catch Catherine’s hand as she tries to follow them and shake your head.

“Let them go.” She stares at you with tears in her eyes and your attention is drawn back to your phone when you hear Bradley’s voice.

“Hello?” He asks with confusion clear in his voice and you sigh a breath of relief. “Is everything okay? I thought you were with Jake’s fa-“ You cut him off mid-sentence and the words rush together as you try to explain.

“Jake needs help. They’re fighting in the front yard.” You’re met with silence and you can almost see the frown on Bradley’s face as he tries to make sense of what you just said. “Okay. I’m on my way. I’ll bring Mav.” He says and you thank him quickly before hanging up.

Bradley and Mav must have been close because it’s not even five minutes before they come screeching into the driveway. The two men jump out of the blue bronco and rush over to the MMA match happening.

You stare as Bradley grabs Jake and Mav grabs Jacob, forcing them apart. You see that Jake has a busted lip but his dad is much worse off. The older man has a split eyebrow and blood pouring from his mouth as he stumbles backward.

Once they’ve got a good amount of distance between them you hear Bradley trying to calm Jake down as his dad continues fighting against Mav. You don’t know what Mav says but you can see the fury written clearly on his face and it must have knocked some sense into the older Seresin because he shakes his head and walks off.

Once he’s gone, you rush to your fiancé and throw your arms around his now-shaking figure. “Let’s go inside and get you cleaned up.” It’s not so much a suggestion as it is an instruction and Jake follows you silently. He shoots his mom and sisters an apologetic look and continues up toward your shared bathroom.

Once you’re inside, he sits on the counter and you stand between his legs with a first aid kit. You sigh deeply as you blot at his lip, noting that the bleeding has stopped on its own. Once you’re satisfied, you lean back and take his face in your hands.

You see the tears gathering on his waterline and your eyes soften. “Oh, baby. Come here.” You comfort him and his face drops into your shoulder. You hold him against you as he lets out heavy sobs and your heart breaks. You feel a few of your own tears fall and squeeze your eyes shut.

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes before he finally pulls back and looks at you with puffy bloodshot eyes. “I’m sorry.” He says with a wobbly voice and you shake your head. “Don’t you dare. You did nothing wrong. That man terrorized you and your family for years. If anything I’m surprised you didn’t snap sooner.”

Jake takes a deep breath and you give him a reassuring smile. “Let’s get you situated and go back downstairs, okay?” You say while wetting a washcloth with cold water to soothe his swollen eyes and cheeks.

Once the blotchiness is mostly gone, the two of you return hand in hand. Bradley and Maverick are laughing on the couch with the three women and you smile at the sight. Catherine notices your presence first and bolts over to Jake, taking him in her arms.

“Oh, honey. Are you okay?” She asks while frantically scanning his face and body for injuries. Jake frowns slightly and shakes his head. “I’m fine mom. You’re not mad?” He asks and Catherine scoffs.

“How could I be mad at you for protecting us?” She asks and Jake just shrugs his shoulders timidly. You can tell he’s uncomfortable and attempt to change the subject.

“Why don’t we order some Chinese and have a night in?” You propose and everyone enthusiastically agrees.

“You guys are staying right?” You ask the other two pilots and they look at each other before shrugging. “If you want us to. Don’t want to impose.” Mav says and you roll your eyes. “Of course we want you to. You couldn’t impose if you tried, don’t be ridiculous.”

Once everyone’s order is placed the seven of you sprawl out around the living room. It takes a while for the food to arrive but once it does, the rest of the night is spent eating and laughing. You notice Bradley hitting it off with Josie and shoot Jake a knowing look.

He shakes his head at the idea and pretends to gag, making you laugh loudly. You turn to the other three women and smile. “Hey, I have a question.” You say and they look over at you expectantly. You hesitate for a second and decide to just go for it.

“Well, I was going to go look at dresses in a couple weeks. My friend Phoenix is coming and my mom and sisters are flying out. I was wondering if you ladies would like to come too?” You ask apprehensively and Josie shrieks.

“Of course!” She exclaims and her mom and sister quickly agree. You laugh at their eagerness and fall back as the youngest sister tackles you in a hug. “Okay, I’ll send you all of the information.” You tell them and Jake stares at you with pure adoration.

Things may not be perfect, but this is as close as he’s ever come to having a real relationship with his family and he can’t help but feel his heart swell at the idea of you bonding with the women in his life. Things with his dad have finally hit rock bottom, but it can only go up from here.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Six

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Being the daughter of a mafia boss was hard enough growing up. You got out and made a new life for yourself as a bartender only to be sucked in when your old man made a bad deal and he thinks you need protection. Enter Bucky Barnes, your new bodyguard and roommate.

Warnings: Blood, broken nose, kidnapping, guns

Word Count: 3,011

Authors Note: Three chapters so close together? Whaaaat? Have fun, babes. If you want to be included in the tag list, send a message or ask otherwise it will be ignored.

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You knew what sitting in the hospital alone meant.

It meant you were vulnerable.

It meant Pierce’s men could find and take you.

But you couldn’t just leave Bucky to wake up alone.

The bullet thankfully didn’t cause any organ failure, but he did have surgery to get the piece of metal out from his chest. All while you sat in the waiting room, curled up in a chair and hyper aware of your surroundings. For the past week, you didn’t have to watch for yourself. Bucky had made sure to do it all and now you were realizing just how much you had become dependent on him.

It was about an hour into waiting when you saw Michael appear with one of his other men. The two of you didn’t speak, just gave nods and sat in silence.

A couple hours later, a woman came out to talk to you about the surgery and how it went well, but he wouldn’t be able to do any strenuous activity for a while. You asked to see him, stopping Michael from being the first one to go in. Bucky didn’t need to deal with work right now, he needed a friend.

A friend who was almost killed protecting you.

Quietly you stepped inside to see Bucky’s sleeping frame in the bed, little beeps coming from the monitor. It pained you to see him like this, but it was a risk that came with being in the mafia. The last time you had been in a hospital, it was to watch your mother on her final days.

If only you had known then.

Pulling a chair up to the bed, you sat down and reached out to take Bucky’s flesh hand. He was still, probably hopped up on pain meds. You didn’t mind, you were just glad he was alive.

Hearing a knock, you assumed it was a nurse and called for them to come in. It was the man who came with Michael.

“Boss went home. I’ll be sitting out here. He paid them off so you can stay past visiting hours,” he spoke. Glen, if you remembered correctly.

You nodded and quietly thanked him before the door closed again.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky,” you whispered, resting your head on the bed as you held his hand.

No television, no music, just the sounds of the monitors and activity on the other side of the door.

You ended up falling asleep like that, fingers laced with his. What did wake you was soft grunting from the man in front of you. Leaning up, you caressed his arm and sighed.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’re okay,” you sighed. You couldn’t imagine how much pain he was in.

“Y/N…” Bucky’s eyes slowly started to open, wincing at the bright light overhead before his eyes adjusted.

“Yeah, it’s me,” you stood, hip leaning against the bed as you looked down at him.

“What…happened…” he mumbled.

Letting go of his hand, you grabbed the little styrofoam cup filled with water and put the straw to his lips as you answered.

“More shooting. A bullet got lodged in your chest but they got it out. It broke a rib but that’s about the extent of it,” you said, pulling the cup away after Bucky got a good sip.

“How did we end up here?” He asked. His voice was hoarse but just slightly better. His chest ached like no pain he ever had before.

You set the cup down and bit your lip. “I uh…drove us away. Called Michael and met up with him. Not sure if they got the guys that were shooting at us. I was more worried about you,” you admitted.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, trying to shift in the bed but a grumble of pain left his lips.

“No, no, stop it. Don’t move,” you frowned.

Bucky huffed and laid back, taking a moment before speaking again. “You drove us away? But I was driving…”

“I may have driven from the passenger seat. Or well, the console really. Had to keep pressure on your wound, kick your big legs out of the way so I could reach the pedals, and steered. It looks like being a getaway driver is a skill I never knew I had,” you shrugged.

Bucky reached out slightly and brushed his fingers over yours that sat on the bed. “Are we sure you need protection anymore?” He gave a hint of a tired smile.

“Probably not. But…I do like the company,” you tilted your head, glancing down at your hand with his. “I’m sorry you got shot because of me.”

Bucky shook his head slightly. “I didn’t. I got shot doing my job. It just so happened that my job is you.”

You sighed and pulled your hand away, taking a seat on the chair. Right. A job. That’s what you were.

So why did it hurt so much to hear? Why did you want more?

Bucky could see the disappointment in your eyes and he closed his for a moment. “I didn’t mean…”

“I know. Don’t worry about it. Just focus on getting better, okay?” You said quietly, glancing over to him.

Both of you were silent for a few moments before Bucky spoke up again. “You know, I like the company too. It’s not everyday I can show this thing to someone and not have them be afraid of it,” Bucky said as his metal arm lifted, the gold shining in the overhead light.

“It’s not scary though. It’s just an arm and I don’t really plan on being on the opposite end of it when it comes to killing,” you shrugged.

Bucky reached his flesh hand out, realizing he missed your touch. Giving in, you rested your hand in his. You hated how much you liked it, but then again so did he.

“You’re more than just a job. It’s not everyday I can take someone to that diner. And I don’t let just anyone hide against me after nightmares. I don’t know, I just…” he took a couple of breaths, the pain in his chest radiating through him. “I’ve been on bodyguard jobs before but this is entirely different. You’re different. You don’t let anyone tell you what you want and you stick up for yourself. Most people wouldn’t even go so far as to raise their voice to Michael and you went in there and screamed. Others would have too much fear but not you. You know, I think I owe you for saving my life,” he watched your eyes as he spoke.

You met his eyes and squeezed his hand. “Bucky…I don’t know what this means. I don’t…I don’t do this type of thing.” Bucky furrowed his brow in confusion and you continued. “This,” holding up your hand in his. “Going to breakfast and needing someone to hold me during those nightmares. I don’t know how to feel because…truth be told I’ve started to like you. And honestly, I was scared when you were shot. I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t want to have to find another guard dog or move your stuff out of my little office-“

“You call that an office?” Bucky slightly chuckled, trying not to agitate his wound.

You rolled your eyes and glared for a moment. “You know what I mean. I just…I don’t want to lose you to more gunshots. And I know it’s inevitable because that’s what this business is. That’s what the point of it is. Killing, money, fights. I want to leave it all, leave this state and go far, far away…but I don’t want to leave you,” you admitted.

Bucky listened, surprised at your change in mood. When he first met you, you were ready to kick him out of the door and to sleep in the hallway of the apartment building. Now, you were confessing feelings? Tugging on your hand to silently tell you to move closer, you stood and leaned against the bed.

“I don’t want to lose you either, angel,” Bucky spoke. That was a first. The little nickname. Reaching up with his metal hand, he took your chin and pulled you down into a gentle yet long kiss. You froze when his lips pressed against yours, but soon you melted into it. You didn’t want to pull away but the knock and gentle opening of the door made you. It was a nurse coming in to check on him, surprised that he was awake so soon. She asked him the usual questions about how he felt, completely ignoring the kiss you two had just shared. All while his hand stayed clasped around yours.

You yawned just as she made her way out after jotting down a couple things on his chart, closing the door behind her.

“You need to get home and sleep,” Bucky sighed.

“No,” you shook your head. “They said I could stay as long as I want. And I don’t want to go back there.”

Bucky eyed you for a moment before trying to shift again.

“Buck, I told you-“

“Here,” Bucky patted the bed beside him. It was his left side, where the wires wouldn’t get caught around you from the monitor.

You tilted your head before slowly moving around to the other side. Being as gentle as ever, you crawled beside him. Adjusting the blanket over both of you, you rested your head against his shoulder. Surprisingly the metal arm wasn’t uncomfortable as he used what little strength he had to pull you close. Pressing a kiss to your hair, your hand rested on his bare stomach and you sighed.

This wasn’t how you expected anything to go, but even now you felt more protected than you ever had.

You fell asleep against him fairly quickly, not even waking when the nurses came in to check on Bucky. They did suggest that you move, but Bucky warned them not to wake you. They weren’t about to try fighting him on it.

A few hours into your rest, Bucky had dozed off as well with his head leaning against yours. The door slowly clicked open and in walked not a nurse, not a doctor, not even Michael.

Alexander Pierce stood at the foot of the bed, hands in his pockets as the bodyguard from outside of Buckys’s door stood on the side of the bed. Pierce kicked the end of the bed, rattling both you and Bucky awake.

Slowly your eyes opened, yawning until you froze at the sight of the men. Bucky looked around and his own eyes grew wide.

“Pierce.”

“Barnes.”

Both of the men stared at each other for a moment longer before Alexander turned his attention to you. “Y/N, long time, no see. Looks like we have some catching up to do. Get up.”

“You won’t touch her-“ Bucky started to say but a gun was pushed against his temple.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You were lucky to get away with just a few scrapes. Don’t test me. You, get up. You’re coming with us,” Alexander stated once more.

You looked at Bucky with fear but you knew the only option was to go or die. “Just…don’t hurt him,” you said as you got up, looking at Glen. So there was another rat. You momentarily wondered how many were in Michael’s business but you didn’t have time to think about it.

“Y/N, don’t,” Bucky whispered as you got off the bed.

“It’s okay,” you nodded, though you looked anything but.

“How sweet. Now what you’re going to do is walk out with us and act as if nothing is wrong. You try to run, you’ll get shot. You try to get help, shot. Even look at someone, shot. Keep your head down and make it out alive. And then maybe we’ll keep your boyfriend alive too,” Pierce said. You didn’t bother correcting him, too scared to say anything more. He gave Glen a nod and the man hit Bucky over the head a couple of times with the butt of the gun, knocking him out.

You whimpered slightly, a hand covering your mouth. Pierce pushed you towards the door and now you knew you had to play it cool. Swallowing hard, you walked between both men all while trying to find a way out of this. Bucky couldn’t call for help yet. The nurses didn’t know anything about the mafia business, only that they were paid to keep their mouths shut about who was in the room.

Glen paid close attention to you as you just stared down at the floor in front of you. The one time you wished Michael was around, but when were you ever that lucky? The men led you outside to a black Rolls Royce, pushing you into the back. A driver took off the second the door was closed. Your hands were bound behind your back.

This was how you were going to die.

“Are you going to kill me like you did mom?” You asked, teetering on terror and anger.

Pierce chuckled and crossed his arms. “So you figured it out, huh? I was wondering if you would ever know. And I’m not quite sure how I’m going to kill you yet. May have my men cut off parts of you and send them back to Michael. After all, he can put your back together that way. Or maybe I’ll make sure he never finds you.”

“So you are going to kill me. Why? What did I ever do to you?” You glared.

“Your whore of a mother left me for Michael of all people. You know, we’re still legally married. I never signed the divorce papers she sent me. But I feel as though you deserve the same treatment. Slow, painful death. You were never really my daughter, not after you kept calling Michael ‘dad’. Do you know how much that hurts? I could have given you the best life! But instead I’m left with nothing and now I’ll make sure Michael has nothing left either,” Pierce spoke as the car turned. Where were they taking you?

“You’re pathetic,” you said, spitting right in his face.

Pierce wiped his face before leaning his arm up and elbowing you straight in the face. A sick crunch came from your nose, making you scream in pain. Glen grabbed a bandana and wrapped it around your mouth to keep you quiet.

“You got blood on my Armani,” Pierce grumbled, looking at the sleeve. “You’ll never see anyone ever again. I can promise that.”

You whimpered against the cloth in your mouth, blood slipping down your skin. Tears formed in your eyes as you silently pleaded to whatever gods or even to the universe that they got you out of this.

After an hour and a half of driving, the car pulled up to a building. It looked like a cabin in the middle of the woods. No immediate traffic, no neighbors for at least a couple of miles. Glen dragged you out of the car and pushed you forward as you followed Pierce inside. It looked like a little two bedroom place, as if a hunting cabin used during those few months. Or a safehouse. Probably a safehouse.

“I used to love coming here with my grandfather as a child. It was beautiful during the summers. I was hoping to pass it along to my children, but it seems like that won’t be an option. Now, I suggest you get comfortable. And don’t think about escaping. Every window, every door, they’re all sealed shut. Only way in and out is that door,” Pierce pointed to the one you three just walked through. “And you won’t be able to get within two feet of it.”

Just then, Glen leaned down and strapped an ankle monitor to your leg. “Try to leave and it sounds off. Try to take it off and it sounds off.”

You muffled words against the bandana, and Pierce gave Glen a nod as he stood. Taking the bandana away, you frowned. “Why don’t you just kill me now and get it over with?”

“Because I want to see how much you mean to Michael. I’m sure he will do anything to keep you alive, he just doesn’t know that you won’t be at the end of it all,” Pierce said before backhanding you, sending you stumbling. Glen pulled out a phone just as you looked back, blood still caked on your face from your broken nose. “Perfect. Matthew, I’ll send more men within a couple hours,” he said as he passed by you.

So Glen wasn’t even really a Glen at all.

Nodding, Glen pushed you to the couch. He sent the photo he took to Pierce and followed him out of the door for a moment.

The two spoke in hushed tones as you gently felt your nose. You knew you needed to put it back into place. You had done it once before in high school when your friend fell down the stairs, but could you do it to yourself? You took a few deep breaths and winced before cracking it back into place with a yelp. Glen, Matthew, whatever his name was, looked in to see you cradling your face.

“Make sure she doesn’t leave or else I’ll have you buried out back here as well,” Pierce said, not realizing you managed to hear that little bit.

He buried bodies around here? Great, you were surrounded by corpses. Pierce left and the asshole walked back in, closing and locking the door.

All while you were trying to figure out what to do next, the nurses alerted Michael about Bucky’s knocked out condition. Quickly he rushed to the hospital and found both Glen and you missing. Bucky had woken up just moments before, telling him everything that happened with Pierce.

Bucky felt disgusted with himself all while Michael felt the same. They didn’t keep you safe.

Now they just had to find you.

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Safe Place

Summary: You are Bucky’s safe place. Well your boobs are. 

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff, mention of boobs

Word count: 317 short but sweet

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

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It all started on a sunny Tuesday. You and Bucky were currently laying on the sofa in the common room of the tower, Bucky was laying between your legs, his hips were on yours pining you down so you couldn’t move, not that you want too anyway. 

It was a bad day today. You knew it was because he was like a lost puppy dog following you around all day begging for his safe place.

And that’s how you ended up pinned under a super soldier, with his face gently nestled in between your boobs while you were reading your book. A comforting silence washed over you both, making Bucky sigh with calmness. His hands trying to go around you so he could be closer, so you arched your back slightly to help him and relaxed when he connected his arms.

You heard a muffled “thank you” causing you to giggle slightly at the vibrations in your chest.

“You’re most welcome bubba.” You whispered, kissing the top of his head as to not disturb the peaceful silence between you both.

It was a little over an hour when your silence was interrupted by the ding of the elevator, causing you to look up from your book to see Sam walking out with his head in his phone.

“Hey.” He greeted, doing a double take. “What is he doing?”

“Hi, Sam.” You greeted back, smiling at him, and then going back to your book. “It’s not a good day today.”

Sam nodded understandingly, hearing a muffled “piss off pigeon” causing him to shake his head as you giggled again from the vibrations.

“Feel better soon, Tin Man.” Sam called before walking away, making Bucky growl into your chest.

“Hey. Less of that.” You scolded playful as he whined, snuggling into your boobs more and sighing happily.

He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

You are Bucky’s safe place.

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Dyed Hair Disaster

STEVEN GRANT X READER , MARC SPECTOR X READER , JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : the moon knight boys laugh at you and your horrible attempt at dyeing your hair

hi hi it’s me again, this idea popped in my head when i was out shopping and thought of buying some boxed hair dye and then went “nope im gonna mess it up and people are gonna laugh at me.” ENJOY!!

likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3

word count : 1,391

warnings : none, this is crack and just funsies all around.

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It starts as any normal Monday. Steven is the one to wake up this morning since he has the morning shift at the museum. Before, Steven would not have been so excited to get to work. All he did was restock stupid merchandise and stand behind a counter all day after all. But recently, Jake had done…something to Donna that made her change her mind and gave him the tourist job. He won’t question it, he’s just happy to not have to look at those horrific items anymore.

Steven feels around beside him trying to look for your warm embrace so he can cling to you like a baby koala but frowns when he doesn’t find you anywhere. The man blearily opens his eyes, squinting as he adjusts to the glaring light coming from the window. You must already be awake now if the window is open, that is unless Marc had left it open when he came home from patrol but Steven knew Marc would never be that careless.

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This is easily my favorite series and the fact that it gets better every you write a new part

Run These Streets {4} || Street Racer!Bucky

Summary: You take it upon yourself to get Bucky out of his funk after receiving home detention for his racing. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, illegal racing, changing wound dressings WC: 2.5k

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The local radio station was playing loudly in Bucky’s garage when you arrived. He didn’t even hear that you had pulled up until you turned the volume down and he smelt the food you had bought with you. “You need to rest babe.” 

Bucky winced as he stood up from the empty engine bay he was inspecting. He looked like he was about to argue but wisely closed his mouth when he saw the bandage on his side was turning red. “Fine.”

“Scrub up and come inside, I got your favourite.” You ordered as you teased the mouth watering bag in front of his face while walking past. 

“You are my favourite.” He called out as he watched you disappear into the house, your soft laugh drifting back.

The oil and grime was stubborn and by the time he had scrubbed his hands clean you had set the table and poured you both some homemade ice tea. You could see he was in pain as he gingerly lowered himself into the chair so you opened the cupboard that was littered with pill bottles and half empty first aid kits.

“How do you find anything here?” You mumbled as you looked at the labels and found most of them had expired years ago. “Honestly, I don’t even know how you survived on your own so long.”

“Luck mostly.” He chuckled before groaning. “I may have pushed it this time.”

“You think?” You shook your head as you carried a few rolls of gauze and painkillers. “Take these and lean back. Your bandage is soaked.”

You carefully took off the soiled bandage, trying not to hurt him anymore, and felt your stomach roll at the sight of the sutures that followed the line of his ribs. None of them looked torn but the wound was still bleeding so you wrapped it again with fresh gauze and checked he had swallowed the painkillers.

“You’re lucky you didn’t have to go back to the hospital.” You tutted. “Do you know what a pain in the ass it is having to get hold of your probation officer?”

“Not really,” he admitted with a timid smile, “that’s why you’re so great, because you take care of all that shit for me, and I love you for it.”

“Nice save.” You giggled as he sat up and kissed you before you took your seat. “What’s the damage?”

“I can save a few parts but she needs a new engine and most of the panels replacing but the chassis is straight so she’s not completely written off.” He muttered as he pushed his food around the plate. “It’s gonna cost a fortune that I don’t have.”

“I know how much that car meant to you.” You said softly as you placed your hand over his. “We’ll find a way to get her fixed.”

He wasn’t convinced as he chewed his lip. There weren’t many options left since he was on house arrest for illegal street racing that resulted in the crash. Even if he wanted a mainstream job he couldn’t leave his front yard and he doubted many people would hire him after the addition to his record.

“I’m going to go lay down for a bit.” He mumbled quietly after eating in silence.

You were about to offer to join him, even though it was far too early for you to be able to sleep all night, when your phones buzzed simultaneously.

Unknown Number: 14th and 3rd. Midnight.

Bucky’s phone was tossed away angrily and you sighed heavily as you got up to grab it, finding no new cracks on the screen. He had been in the hospital for the race the week before and you wondered if every Friday night would be this hard for him. The four month sentence suddenly seemed a whole lot harder, especially if he couldn’t have some connection to the racing scene.

Grabbing your laptop, you came up with an idea and worked quietly, tinkering with Bucky’s TV while he slept. When you were all set up you walked into his room you were surprised to find him wide awake, staring blankly at the glow in the dark stars on his ceiling. 

“Babe, I have a surprise.” You whispered as you broke through his harsh self reflection he had been stuck in. “Two actually - though one you might not like.”

He frowned at that and sat up, his chest still shirtless despite the drop in temperature. “Yeah, doll? Why’s that?”

“Why don’t you come to the living room first.” You said as you offered your hand to help him stand, linking your fingers as you led him down the hallway. “I connected my laptop to the tv so that you can still watch the race tonight but, and this is the part you won’t like but hear me out, it's connected to our headcam.”

“So you’ll have to be there, racing, for me to watch.” He laughed humorlessly as he shook his head. “No way, doll, you’re not going out there without me.”

“It’s a win-win babe, you still get to watch what you love and we kinda need the prize money for those repairs.” You argued as you sat him on the couch and let him pull you to his side.

“Not if it means risking your life. The Camaro isn’t worth that.” 

“You know I can drive, just as good as you.” You said, taking a deep breath. “I’m doing this Bucky, with or without you…but I could really do with you having my back.”

You held out your headset that was already connected to the laptop and waited as he stared at it. You were about to give up when you saw him look away but with a heavy sigh of his own, he took the headset and placed it on his lap.

“No unnecessary risks, you hear me?” Bucky warned. “If you get a hint of any dodgy shit from the other drivers, you pull out. And, I will cut this ankle bracelet and steal a car to come find you if this connection cuts out for more than a second.”

“Deal.” You grinned as you jumped up. “I need to steal your tires real quick and head off.” 

“Take a breath.” Bucky caught you by the hand and kissed your knuckles. “Adrenaline makes for easy mistakes.”

“I know, I know. It’s just been years since I last had a proper race, I forgot how it feels.” You rambled as you tried to calm your mind. “Tell me I’m gonna win.”“I don’t have to.” Bucky chuckled, kissing the corner of your mouth with a smile. “Because you are gonna win.”

You were conscious of his injury so you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and kissed the light beard that was growing out along his jawline. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He whispered against your lips. “Drive safe.”

Your Hellcat wasn’t meant for racing in the sense like Bucky’s Camaro. It wasn’t fit with a roll cage and the interior hadn’t been gutted out to lighten its tare weight but Bucky made sure the front seats had been fitted with harnessed bucket seats a long time ago. But the soup and nuts of the matter was that your Hellcat was fast and with your skills it was easily a strong contender. 

“Holy shit, it's been awhile since you brought her out.” Steve grinned when he saw you pull up at the 11th hour. “How’s our boy doing?”

You held up your helmet with the camera mounted on the top. “Ask him yourself. You can take Bucky away from the race but you can’t take the race away from Bucky.”

“I wanted to see the race, not his mug.” Bucky joked in your ear and from the indignation of Steve’s scoff could read his best friend's mind. 

“He’s talking about me isn’t he?”

“Maybe.” You winked. “I actually have a favour to ask.”

You hit the mute button on the helmet's microphone so you could talk to Steve and heard Bucky call out after a moment's silence. 

“Sorry, Buck, must have knocked it. I could still hear you.” You assured him as you imagined he began to pace the living room. “Time to get this show on the road.”

Steve walked around the other drivers before making his way back to you, a small nod giving you the go ahead to pull up to the spray painted starting line. 

“Do you still get nervous? I feel like my stomach is going to try to climb out of my throat.” You swallowed as you reached the line and focused on the woman removing her bra to flag the race start.

“Every damn time.” Bucky chuckled, easing some of the worry knotting your insides. “Concentrate, doll, finishing in one piece is what matters.”

“Yeah, about that…” 

You ran out of time as the woman waved her bra three times before letting it loose and you dropped the clutch and floored the gas. The front wheels lifted off the road as you launched forward and for a second all you saw was the reflection of lights glimmering off One World Trade Centre before you fell back down to earth. You gripped the wheel tighter as the suspension bounced and noticed there was a supercar to your left that was inching ahead of you, but the machine was made for drag races not taking corners which was exactly where you were heading.

“90 degree right turn coming up.” Bucky guided seriously. “You’re going into it pretty fast there.”

“Yup.” You confirmed much to his dismay as you pushed further, the last to start breaking heading into it. “I didn’t come here to lose, Barnes.”

You ripped the e-brake back as you turned, kicking the back out and drifting into the corner before anyone else. The others were quick on your heels but you had effectively put the supercar out of the running as it popped out of the corner in last place. 

“It’s been months since we tuned your ride.” Bucky growled as you raced along the straight, jumping red lights as the scream of your engine limited. “Take it down a notch.”

“Can’t do that babe.” You shook your head, his view on the tv screen shaking with the movement. “I didn’t have enough cash for the buy in.”

“Fuck.” Bucky swore as he fisted his hair in his hands. “Right turn then hard left.”

You eased off the accelerator for the back to back turns and your heart skipped a beat as you almost over-corrected coming out of the turns. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Bucky asked as he watched the street fly past in a blurr, feeling like it was him in the driver's seat. “300 yards until you have a long left turn so don’t go in too tight.”

“You wouldn’t have agreed.” You admitted as you flicked your eyes to the GPS and saw the turn he was talking about, one that snaked under the highway. “We need to work on your terminology.”

“I’m not exactly used to being in this position, you’re much better at this job.” 

Headlights flashed in your wing mirrors as the Toyota Supra tried to take you on the straight with his lighter car. 

“Right back at you.” You murmured as you tried to keep your eyes on the road, on your competition and on the ECU diagnostics that had popped up with an alert. 

“Turn!”

Your eyes flashed away from the screen in the centre of the dashboard to see you had reached the left turn. You braked too much in a spike of panic before turning and clenched your fist tighter on the gear stick as you chopped down and tried to chase the Supra that made it past. The next two corners were a dog fight as you edged to close the gap and came neck and neck on the last straight. 

“I’m not losing to a fucking import.” You growled as you turned the nozzle for the NOS and watched the pressure engage. 

“That bottle hasn't been swapped since the roady to Boston.” 

You could practically taste Bucky’s fear, hear the anger at himself for not keeping your car in top shape but his was supposed to be the race car, not yours.

“You worry too much.” You said, stealing one of his favourite phrases. “It’s scary isn’t it, being on that end of the line.”

He grunted in agreement. “Does it get easier?”

“Nope, but I’ll always do it for you.” 

You saw the Supra boost forward and chuckled because your V8 cylinders were about to annihilate his inline 6. You pressed the release for the NOS and felt the increase in horsepower almost immediately, the front wheels threatening to lift off the ground with the surge. 

“You got this, doll.” Bucky all but shouted as he chewed his lip and froze in front of the wide screen tv. “You’ve got this.”

Your long hood inched past the Supra’s and you saw the driver smash his fist against the steering wheel before the finish line appeared not a moment too soon. Your triumphant laugh was echoed by Bucky’s cheers and you spun into a burn out at the end of the street where Steve waited with the other unofficial officiants of the street racing scene. 

“I love you!” You laughed as you tore off the helmet and kissed the camera.

“I love you too, now get your sexy ass home so we can celebrate properly.”

Steve was quick to work his way through the three race cars parked behind you and took the pink slips and keys from the angry losers before any got ideas of making a run for it, which wasn’t unheard of. He was grinning from ear to ear as he brought the winnings over and you knew it would go a long way into paying to repair Bucky’s Camaro as well as some of his legal fees.

“Thanks, Steve. I actually have one last favour to ask.” You said as he engulfed you in a hug.

“Anything for you.”

You were still riding your high as you drove to Bucky’s and parked outside, needing a moment to gather your thoughts and calm down after the rush of endorphins left your hands trembling. The moment only lasted a second before your door was pulled open and Bucky grinned proudly at you. 

“There’s my girl.”

“She’s got a surprise for you too.” You said as you unclipped the harness and stepped out to see three pairs of headlights coming down the street. Their engines purred across the quiet night and Bucky draped his arm over your shoulder as he watched them approach. “I didn’t have cash for the buy in.”

“You said.” He nodded. “So you used your car as collateral.”

“Kind of.” You smirked, seeing the Toyota, a Ferrari and a Camaro as few years older than Bucky’s park at the curb. “It was a race for pink slips.”

His jaw gaped wide as he stared at the cars, his friends climbing out of the drivers seats. “These are all yours?”

You laughed and shook your head. “No, baby, they're ours.”

oh so when wanda maximoff creates an alternate universe to deal with all of her trauma she's "super impressive" and "the most powerful person in the mcu" but when i do it i'm "using unhealthy coping mechanisms" and "should go to therapy" smh so tired of these double standards