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Take You Away || Bucky

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You and Bucky are friends from work. You are a chef at the Avengers Compound and you see him every day but after a while he becomes suspicious of your home life and sets out to save from the abuse you receive. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, domestic violence (abusive boyfriend, mentions of an abusive father), injuries, fluff, WC: 4451

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The end of your pen was a sharp mess of twisted plastic by the time you had finished chewing on it. The added responsibility of stock taking the kitchen was adding more pressure to your already busy day and you still needed to get the food order sent for the menu next week. The head chef was on leave and thought you had been there long enough that you could handle it on your own, you had thought so too.

Banana blueberry muffins. You still had to make them and breakfast would open in less than an hour. Rushing out of the storeroom you crashed into a wall of muscle that you hadn’t expected to find in the galley. Your face hit his shoulder and you groaned as the metal hit your already sore cheekbone. His face blanched as he heard your whimper and his arms gently caught your shoulders as he apologised profusely for hurting you.

“It’s fine, Bucky.” You said with a small smile, trying not to rub away the makeup on your face. “I’m more surprised than anything. Were you looking for something I could help with?”

He blinked as if he forgot what he was there for before nodding. “Coffee, please, I’ve run out.”

You turned around and ducked back into the storeroom to grab a packet of instant coffee that was used on each individual floor's kitchenette. Bucky always seemed to go through more than anyone else and it was probably to do with how early he rose each day. You grabbed two just to save him the trip down to the cafeteria later in the week and handed them over with a smile.

“Oh shit.” He gasped as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

Your eyes widened with panic as he saw the bruise under your foundation and you brushed his touch aside. You turned away so you had space to breathe and waved his apology off the best you could. “It’s fine, nothing to worry about.”

“It’s not fine, I hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I just bruise easily.” Your eyes misted at the guilt lacing his voice and you wanted to admit the truth so he didn’t feel bad but you couldn’t. “I’m really busy this morning, was there anything else I could get you, Bucky?”

He shook his head sadly and retreated from the kitchen, a dark cloud hanging over him as he left. You felt terrible that you had caused it and you wiped your eyes before composing yourself, you had got yourself through a lot worse by pretending you were fine and you could do it once again. By the time the muffins were ready you had almost forgotten the event completely and the cafeteria opened for everyone at the compound.

Laughter and smiles filled the tables but there was one noticeable absence that you knew you were responsible for. Handing control over to the chef de partie, you tossed your apron over your hook and filled a plate of food before leaving the kitchen. The gym was almost empty since everyone was at breakfast but there was one man at the back, taking his anger out on a punching bag. You knew he heard the door close from the way he froze before continuing the assault.

“I, um, thought you might be hungry.” You murmured as you held out the plate to him.

“I already ate.” He grumbled between punches.

“No, you didn’t.” You said as you took a seat on a bench and placed the plate beside you. “I just got the order forms from your floor, you haven’t used anything from the kitchen. Just coffee.”

He sighed and dropped his hands to his sides, sweat glistening across his forehead. “You’re not going to leave until I eat are you.”

“It’s literally my job to make sure you are well fed.” You shrugged and pushed the plate closer to him. “It’s your favourite. You don’t want me to get fired do you?”

It was a low blow since he was already feeling guilty but he knew you wouldn’t get fired over something trivial like that, at least you hoped he did. His strides were slow as he grabbed a towel and wiped away his sweat before sitting down, looking at the plate piled high with food.

“How do you know it’s my favourite?” He asked as he picked up the muffin.

“It’s the only flavour you grab two of.” You smiled before your phoned rang in your pocket and your face fell, the personalised tone letting you know exactly who it was calling. “I should get going.”

“Everything alright?” He frowned at the change in your mood and you mentally slapped yourself for letting anything show.

“Just the usual stress and chaos in the kitchen.” You joked and rose to make your way to the door.

“If you want to talk about it, I’m pretty good at listening.” Bucky offered with a shrug.

“Thanks, Buck, I’ll keep that in mind.” You said before the phone rang again and you rushed to make it back to the kitchen.

Your shift had ended five minutes ago and your boyfriend was impatient at the best of times so keeping him waiting was not a smart move. You hurried your way through the kitchen that was being cleaned down and ready for the lunch team to begin preparing their meal. You waved to a few of the chefs on the way to grab your bag and reminded them you would be back for the dinner shift later. The split shifts weren’t ideal but until the head chef returned you would just make do.

“I’ve been waiting fucking 20 minutes.” Justin growled as you got in the passenger side.

It hadn’t been 20 minutes but you were not going to correct him as he started the engine and pulled out of the compound way too fast. “Sorry.”

“I’ve got the boys coming over for the game tonight. You can make it up to me by cooking us something good.”

“I’m working tonight.” You reminded him weakly.

“Does it look like I give a fuck?” He said, looking away from the road to stare at you. “Figure it out.”

“Alright.” You dropped your head to the cold window beside your head, trying to get a few minutes of rest before you got home.

You were completely exhausted as you reached the kitchen. You had planned on resting between shifts but instead you had made a feast for Justin and his friends and prayed he followed the reheating instructions you left. Stifling another yawn at being awake for 13 hours already, you hung up your bag and grabbed your apron, four more and you could go home to bed.

There was nothing you wanted more than to rest your sore feet but as you left the compound you found the car park dark and empty. You should have known he would have forgotten to pick you up, in fact he was probably drunk so it was best he didn’t drive. Gripping your bag closer to your side, you started making your way to the security gate only to see a pair of headlights illuminate the night.

“Y/n, hope in.” Bucky ordered as he pulled up beside you with his window down. “And don’t even try to argue, I’m not letting you walk home in the middle of the night.”

You looked at the gate that was still so far away and you knew there was no way you could decline his offer. With a small smile you walked around the car and he pushed the door open for you to climb in. The ride was quiet but it was the nice type of quiet, something you rarely got to have and you almost fell asleep it was so peaceful.

“It’s just up here on the left.” You said quietly, embarrassed about him seeing the rundown trailer that you called home.

He came to a stop outside one of the nicer homes on the street and you grabbed your bag from the floor. “Thank you for the ride, Bucky, I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem, any time.” He smiled sincerely before seeing a group of men stumble down the footpath, angry shouts about the losing team they had supported. “I’ll walk you to the door.”

“Oh, that’s not necessary.” You assured him but he wasn’t having it and the car was already turned off. Placing your hand on his arm, you turned your eyes to his and hoped he saw your silent pleas. “It’s not necessary, Bucky.”

His lip was pinched between his teeth and he waited until the men had gone past the car before he nodded begrudgingly. “Ok, but give me your phone.”

You handed it over, knowing how stubborn the man was, and he messaged himself before giving it back. “Text me when you’re safe inside.”

You thanked him once again as you got out and walked quietly up the porch steps with a wave. Your sigh of relief was heavy as you watched his car disappear around the corner and you sent a message to him as you walked down the street to your home, his reply coming back almost instantly.

Bucky: Anytime you need a ride just let me know.

You left his message on read as you unlocked the door and heard the loud snores of Justin asleep on the couch with empty beer cans scattered over the coffee table. Even though you could barely keep your eyes open you knew he would be angry if he woke up to the mess so you quietly collected the rubbish and cleaned the sink full of dirty plates. You didn’t even take the time to wash the smell of cooking from your skin before you went to bed and instantly fell asleep.

A sharp slap to your cheek woke you with a cry of pain and you found Justin towering over you with your phone in his hand, Bucky’s message on the screen. “Who the hell is Bucky?”

Your cheek was burning and tears were stinging your eyes as you shook your head rapidly. “Just someone from work, they dropped me off because you didn’t pick me up.”

“Don’t put this on me.” He spat. “Are you fucking him? You are, aren’t you?”

The back of his hand struck out but you managed to protect your face from the hit, the big cheap ring on his finger cutting across your forearm instead. Your scream was muffled by the squeeze of his hand over your mouth and you whimpered until he let you go.

“I’m not, baby, I would never cheat on you. I just couldn’t walk all the way home.” You pleaded for him to listen as his hands trembled and carefully reached out to take his hands in yours. You could see his eyes were bloodshot and the stench of stale beer turned your stomach but you had to calm him down, any way possible. Pulling him into the bed with you, you turned your face away from the sloppy kisses and apologies he whispered against your skin, letting him have his way until he collapsed back to sleep on his side. You slipped from the bed as his snores filled the room and showered away his touch.

The bruise on your cheek was almost gone but now you had the angry cut on your forearm that you needed to clean and cover before it got infected. The rubbing alcohol stung and you bit your lip to avoid crying out and possibly waking Justin, the whimpers bouncing off the tiny stall that could barely fit the shower and toilet. It was still dark outside and you thought about taking the car but if Justin woke before you got back from the breakfast shift you knew you would pay dearly for it, and you didn't have a licence, so you put on a pair of sneakers and began the long walk to the compound.

You covered your elbow over your mouth as you hid another yawn and found Bucky’s eyes narrowing in on the bandage covering your forearm. “What happened?”

Your exhaustion was making you more susceptible to tears and you worked hard to be nonchalant as you laughed it off. “I burnt it when I was getting the muffins out of the oven.”

“I didn’t see you getting dropped off this morning.”

You shrugged off his concern and busied yourself topping up the bacon that was always a favourite. “I didn’t realise you were keeping such a close eye on me.”

“You’re my friend, and I don’t really sleep so I keep watch of who comes and goes.” He said defensively, as if you had shouted to the entire cafeteria that he was a stalker.

“I appreciate the concern, but I chose to walk this morning.” You lied smoothly, or at least thought you did. These were trained professionals who regularly interrogated people for their job but you had been lying to yourself for years. He still looked concerned but added the fresh bacon to his plate and chewed on a strip of the crispy protein as he watched you walk away.

Fear consumed you as you stepped over the threshold and saw Justin waiting, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his chest. You had tried to dissuade Bucky from giving you a ride home when Justin failed to show but it was raining and he would not leave it be. Your shadow was cast against the wall as Bucky reversed out of your drive, and you were already feeling ill that he had seen where you really lived.

“I’m sorry, I know it’s not much to look at.” You had whispered quietly when you had shown where you lived and not the house he had previously dropped you off.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, doll. I grew up in a shoebox and had to share a room with my little sister until I was 20.” He reassured you, your heart hammering at the casual endearment that shouldn't have affected you as much as it did.

Your shadow disappeared and all you were left with was the looming mass of Justin stepping closer, your body seeming to shrink as he leant past you and closed the door. The smell of cigarettes and weed clung to his clothes while whiskey tainted his breath and you wished you could run back out into the rain and beg Bucky to stop. You didn’t even feel the first hit or the second, there was a place you had created deep in your mind and that was where you went on nights like this.

The cold water of the shower ran over your face and hid the tears that stung your cuts as you sat on the floor beneath the spray. There was nothing more you wanted to do than walk out of this shower, walk out of this trailer and out of Justin’s life but he controlled everything. You couldn’t even go to the shops without his permission, you didn’t even have your own bank cards, he controlled your life.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when he banged loudly against the door and you shut the water off quickly. There was no way you could go to work looking like you did and you turned away from the foggy mirror to slink into the bedroom and find some loose clothing. You only had one objective and that was to avoid any confrontation and let your wounds heal. You searched for your phone to call in sick but you couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Jus, have you seen my phone?” You asked as you limped to the living room and found him scrolling through your device.

“Why? So you can message Bucky?” He growled.

“I need to tell work I won’t be in.”

You kept your eyes trained on the floor and for a second he held the phone out but before you could wrap your fingers around it he dropped it to the floor, the screen shattering on impact. “Oops.”

You swiped it off the ground and hurried back to the bedroom, hoping it still worked but the screen was completely dead. You knew Justin would never let you touch his phone so you just hoped you still had a job when the swelling went down and you could hide everything under a thick layer of foundation.

“Hey, have you seen y/n?” Bucky asked the chef’s rushing around the galley.

A round of no’s circulated the kitchen and his frown deepened as he called your number and heard it go to voicemail once again. Leaving the cafeteria he went into the administration wing and found Pepper leaving her office.

“Good morning, Mrs Stark.”

“Hi Bucky,” she smiled, “you look a little lost. Who are you looking for?”

Bucky scratched his neck as he looked around the mostly empty office space, but it was still too early for most people to start work. “I was wondering where y/n was.”

“The kitchens I should assume.” She chuckled.

“She didn’t show up today.”

Pepper’s eyebrows knitted together as she knew no one had called through the office in the time she had been in, which was earlier than everyone else. “That’s strange for her. Let me try to call her, just give me a minute.”

She started to turn back to her office but Bucky stopped her. “I tried, it keeps going to voicemail.”

“Well I’m not sure how else I can help, sorry, we don’t have an address for her or I’d send Happy to check on her.”

“What?”

“Yeah, HR has been chasing her up for months about it but…I’m sorry I can’t help you.”

The pit in Bucky’s stomach was getting heavier with each word out of Pepper’s mouth and he was already heading back to the elevator before she had finished, looking confused by his sudden departure. His fingers were nearly bending the car key he fiddled with as he made his way down to the garage and sped out of the compound. He told himself you were fine, you might be sick and resting, your phone left unplugged from the charger and had died while you were sleeping. But a stronger instinct in him told him something was wrong.

He skidded to a halt in your driveway, his boots stomping loudly up the warped wooden steps before his fist knocked on the trailer door. He could hear whispers inside but couldn’t quite make out what was being said before the door opened and Justin filled the doorway. You had seen the sleek black car pulling in and been sent to the bedroom where you wouldn’t be seen before Justin had opened the door.

“Where is she?” Bucky growled.

“What’s it matter to you? Get your own whore.”

Justin’s insult hurt but it was Bucky’s laugh that you found crushing as you buried your face in your pillow to catch the tears escaping your body. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this little punk.”

A crash sent your heart racing and you heard groaning before more of your little house sounded like it was being destroyed. You slipped from the bed and hid beneath your blanket  in the furthest corner of the room, covering your ears as the violence escalated just like your mom taught you. You screwed your eyes shut and tried to remember the songs she used to hum to calm you down but the panic kept rising, she wasn’t here to distract you and she wasn’t here to be the distraction like she was with your fathers anger.

“Y/n?” Bucky’s voice called out. “Where are you, doll?”

You lowered the blanket slowly, just enough so you could see him standing in the doorway to your bedroom, his chest puffing from the short fight. You couldn’t see Justin anywhere. He caught sight of your movement and rounded the bed, his hand held out as you pressed yourself further back into the wall.

“Hey, hey, it's okay, beautiful.” He said softly. “Can I see your smile? I missed it this morning.”

You swallowed deeply, refusing to show him the bruises and the split lip Justin had inflicted. “You should just go.”

“Not without you.” He said with a shake of his head and crouched down to your height. “I’m going to take the blanket now, okay.”

His movements were slow as he reached out and you gripped the frayed edges tighter for a moment before you saw your timid reflection in his eyes. This was the man who had been shy and quiet when you met but you had watched him grow into this man in front of you. If he could overcome the violence he had endured, then maybe there was hope for you. Letting go of the blanket, you saw his eyes harden and you flinched away.

“I’m not going to hurt you, y/n. I’m not angry at you.” He promised before looking back at the door and pulling his phone from his pocket. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

You could hear him talking but it was too quiet to hear and in less than 60 seconds he had returned with his hand out to you. “Can I help you up?”

You placed your hand in his and he helped you to stand, noticing the wince as you put weight on your leg and his arm curled around your waist to pull you into his side. “I’ve got you. I’m going to take you away from here, doll.”

“I have nowhere to go.” You muttered.

“Now you do.” He gently turned your head into the curve of his neck as you left the room and he hid the destruction from your sight. “You shouldn’t have to see this.”

By the time he had got you sat safely in his car you saw the Falcon land on your small patch of lawn and Bucky pointed inside your home. They didn’t need to communicate anything else, even with the tinted windows it was clear to see what had happened and Sam looked almost as angry as Bucky did. He looked like he was going to slam his car door shut as he hopped in the driver's seat but at the last moment he caught it and quietly closed it.

“Is there anything important you need Sam to find?” Bucky asked as he started the car but you shook your head.

“I don’t have anything.” You admitted as you clung to your seatbelt. “Just my clothes.”

“No family photos?”

You shook your head, you weren’t allowed to keep anything and you had stopped trying after he destroyed what little you had. You sank low into your seat as Bucky pulled into the compound and the gates opened automatically for him. You didn’t want anyone else to see you like this, you didn’t want the questions that came with it so when he came to a stop in the basement you weren’t ready to move.

“You can have my room. The bed might as well get used by someone.” He offered as he sat along with you after turning the car off.

“Why are you being so nice?”

It sounded ruder when you asked it out loud but it was pure curiosity and he turned in his seat so his body was facing you.

“You used to leave meatloaf in the fridge on my floor. It took me a while to realise it wasn’t on anyone else's.” He answered with a small smile. “I wasn’t ready to handle being around so many people in the mess hall but you were the only one who noticed. You went out of your way to be nice to me when no one else did. You deserve someone who treats you like royalty, doll.”

Tears spilled down your face as every thought in your head told you it was just another mind fuck and he sighed as he saw you weren’t ready to hear the truth yet. The thing with Bucky was he had time and he had patience, he was willing to spend both on you until you saw what he did. Getting out, he walked around the car and opened your door.

“No one will bother you here.” He said as he held his hand out to you. “I’ll make sure of it.”

You looked around and found the basement empty before taking his hand, taking a small amount of comfort as he laced his fingers loosely in yours. “Friday, 4th floor, and no stops.”

Bucky stuck his head out into the 4th floor, finding it empty, before he led you to his room and opened his door. You stepped inside before feeling his fingers slip from yours and he stayed in the doorway. Your eyebrows pinched as you wondered why he stopped.

“Is there anything I can get you?” He asked as he checked he had left his room tidy that morning.

“I…” You looked around the unfamiliar space that was uniquely his until you were back facing him. “I…don't want to be…left alone.”

He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, hanging his jacket up on the hook behind the door. His boots were kicked off next and he lined them up beside his other pairs at the bottom of his closet before turning the blankets down and taking a seat against his headboard. “Do you want to watch some tv?”

You nodded and took your own shoes off, placing them next to his and climbed onto the other side of the bed. The mattress was so much softer than yours and he pulled the blankets up over your legs, the fluffy sheets quickly reminding you how numb you had been and you shivered as your body came out of the shock you were in. You apologised as you jumped at his touch but you quickly relaxed under his arm that he placed protectively over your shoulder.

You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt safe in someone's arms, perhaps it was something you hadn’t experienced until you felt him pull you closer. You could finally relax, you were safe and your body and soul knew it as years of exhaustion caught up with you. Your eyes were closing before he had even found a film to watch and your head lolled into the crook of his neck. The last thing you felt before you were pulled into a peaceful sleep was a whisper in a language you didn’t recognise and the soft touch of his lips on your forehead.

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Signed Away: Part 9

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader Series

Summary: You find out about the contractual marriage your parents arranged with Jake’s when you were a baby. You’re plently angered by it, but Jake doesn’t seem too bothered. He might even be happy.

Notes/Warnings: typos, i’m sure, cursing, fluff, eventual smut, angst, contract marriage, loss of rights, feelings of being trapped, poor parent/child relationships, use of the word ‘whore’.

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Born In Flames || Chapter Eight

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: Nightmares, (mentions of kidnapping, non-con, death, abuse), reader is v lost and sad

Word Count: 2.6K

Authors Note: I know this is a bit shorter than the last few but it’s sort of a filler chapter. Next one will set place a month in the future!

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Bucky woke to the sound of screaming beside him. Quickly he shot up, looking around in his tired state before he realized it was your thrashing body beside him. Turning towards you, he gently shook your shoulder and called out your name. It took a minute before your eyes flew open and you jerked away from him.

Quick breaths left your lips as you stared up at the man before your brain started to wake a bit more. “Bucky…” you whispered, eyes full of tears from what you just saw behind your lids. Covering your face, you started to sob. In your dream, you were fighting against the men that held you down. And as you woke up, you pushed the only man away who was trying to help.

“I’m so sorry,” you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

It broke Bucky’s heart. Slowly he leaned back down to lay on his side, pulling you closer against him. “Shh, don’t apologize. It’ll take more than a push to hurt me. I’m here, you’re home, they’re gone,” he soothed, using one hand to pull your own hands from your face. To see you go from a woman who stood up for herself and fought against having a bodyguard whittled down to a scared soul fighting just for one good night of sleep made Bucky want to kill those men all over again if it brought you peace. He pressed soft kisses against your forehead and cheek, trying to calm you down. Eventually you did, clinging to him as if he was going to disappear.

Even though your tears stopped, that’s how you laid until late morning. You started to doze off in his arms as he ended up falling asleep, but your mind would jerk itself awake. Was this how you had to live from now on? Afraid to even shut your eyes for a single moment?

The sun started to show through the curtains and you buried your face against Bucky’s chest. You could hear his phone ringing from the other room where you left his jacket that night, but that only meant you had to get up. Bucky slowly opened his eyes and glanced down, feeling you move closer. He hadn’t been able to sleep too deeply, but just enough. Brushing your hair back from your face, Bucky sighed the moment he heard his phone.

“That’s probably Michael,” he muttered.

“Wait, did he know you were going last night?” you asked, leaning your head up and looking into his sleepy eyes. He could tell that you hadn’t fallen back asleep since the nightmare even though it had been hours ago.

Bucky shook his head and sighed, moving to lay on his back as he pulled you to his side. “After we got the video, I left. Came back here for a couple hours but then…” he trailed off since you already knew what went down.

“He’s gonna be mad,” you frowned, your hand resting on his chest.

“Let’s see,” he slowly sat up, looking down at you. “C’mon, I’m gonna make you some food.”

You nodded, slowly sliding out of bed as he got up. Your body felt like it was on fire. Everything ached but it was a feeling you had unfortunately gotten all too used to over the past few months. Bucky walked out first, his phone going to voicemail only for it to start ringing again. You were slower, pulling on a pair of sweatpants since the chill of your room finally hit now that you weren’t under your blanket and against a personal heater. You caught the slightest glimpse of yourself in the mirror over your dresser and shuddered. The skin around your eye was dark purple and you had dark bruises as well as lighter ones around your cheeks. Quickly you looked away and left the bedroom just as Bucky answered his phone.

“Boss-” Bucky started to speak but was interrupted by yelling which you could hear as you walked closer. Sighing, he started to make a pot of coffee while you took a seat at the table. You knew Michael was mad, you heard that tone all too often growing up. Bucky kept his back to you as he pulled out two mugs. He seemed to know your home like the back of his hand now, but you didn’t mind. He didn’t try to speak or cut off Michael, understanding the anger. It was warranted, though it sounded like Michael didn’t even know the outcome of last night. He ranted about Pierce having gone missing and that he knew Bucky had something to do with it.

Standing, you walked over and took the phone from Bucky. He furrowed his brow and shook his head, but you just leaned back against the counter. “Dad.”

Bucky widened his eyes as Michael quickly found his own silence for a moment. Neither was expecting you to say that, nor was Michael expecting to hear you at all.

“Sweetheart? How did you…” Michael sounded shocked, immediately softening his demeanor.

“Bucky saved me. So please...stop yelling at him. We’ll be at your office later, I promise,” you said, leaning to the side against Bucky’s arm. “I’m okay.”

Michael sighed and you could hear him relaxing a bit more knowing that you weren’t dead. “Alright, just be careful. Tell him…I’m sorry for yelling.”

That was a first. But you told him you would and ended the call, setting the phone on the counter. Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of your head before you walked back over to the table to take a seat. Your legs still felt wobbly and you didn’t exactly have much muscle anymore. You didn’t get to take walks or go do things while in the cabin. You tried to make yourself useful there by cleaning up around the place. It distracted you for a little bit.

Both of you were quiet as Bucky started cooking. You had gotten so used to the hunger pains that smelling food didn’t affect it much. It had become second nature, like cramps from your period. Which you were still thankful you were getting yours, meaning you weren’t pregnant. But you did want to go to the doctors at some point to get tested for any STD’s and make sure you weren’t totally messed up. Bucky had turned on something from Spotify, light music so it wasn’t deathly quiet. You watched him, noticing the clean counters and how he must have tossed all of the trash away while you were busy showering or in bed.

After about fifteen minutes, Bucky set a plate with two eggs and a couple pieces of toast down in front of you. “If you still want more after, just let me know okay? I just don’t want to upset your stomach too much,” he said as he sat his own plate down. He walked over to grab both coffees, setting one in front of you and one in front of him before sitting down.

You took slow bites, one arm wrapped around your torso as you glanced outside. Everything was covered in snow, showing that it must have come down a bit more within the last few hours. Bucky kept an eye on you. Never had he imagined he would fall for you, the independent woman who he was just supposed to watch over, but there he was. He wanted to make sure you never ached again.

Being home was a funny feeling. On one hand, you felt safe. You felt like you could sit inside and not worry about being taken again. But on the other hand, your body had become so used to being cramped in a small space, not having any decisions, not feeling free. It was hard to explain, but you just felt…off.

You must have been staring outside for too long because Bucky rested his hand on yours, causing you to jump slightly as your fork clattered to the plate.

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered with a sigh.

Bucky’s eyes softened and caressed your skin. “It’s okay,” he nodded.

You tried to eat a bit quicker after that, not wanting to lose yourself in your head and forget about the food altogether. Cold eggs didn’t sound that great.

Once the food was gone and you were sure you would be able to keep it down, you decided it was better to go now instead of putting off the inevitable. Bucky offered to clean up while you got ready. Heading back into your room, you changed into some leggings since your jeans seemed to practically slide off you. Had you really lost that much weight? It saddened you, since prior to everything you loved your body. You opted for a hoodie as well. Next…you had to do something with your face. Thankfully there was some sun outside so you could wear sunglasses but the rest of the bruises needed to be covered.

After two breakdowns and almost breaking your mirror, you managed to get through it. You brushed through your hair and pulled your hood up, leaving your room. Bucky had changed quicker and sat on the couch waiting for you to finish. Glancing over, he gave you a soft smile and stood. Reaching out for your hand, you took his and let him lead you out of the apartment.

You didn’t realize every sound would put you on edge until you got to the car and finally took a deep breath.

Life really wasn’t going to be easy now, was it?

Bucky headed towards the office as you stared ahead, just trying to remind yourself that Pierce was dead. He couldn't hurt you anymore. As far as you knew, he didn't have any other children and couldn’t remarry due to still being married to your mother despite her death. You felt sick but the only solace you found in the whole ordeal was the thought of Pierce’s lifeless body on the floor in front of you. His men had no one to answer to so they wouldn’t come for you, or at least you hoped. The drive to the office was a bit quicker than you expected, but you had gotten lost in your head again and Bucky parking pulled you from it.

Stepping out, you took Bucky’s hand and walked beside him as you entered the building. The moment you stepped inside, everyone quieted down and stared at you. You kept your hood up and looked forward, the sunglasses still on your face. Bucky knocked on the door and you heard Michael on the other side. Walking in, the door closed behind you both and you looked at the old man behind the desk. He looked tired, more than you’ve ever seen. He had stacks of papers on his desk from signing over his businesses and deals, now which he got to keep and possibly more. He stood when he saw you, frowning deeply. You pulled off the sunglasses and he couldn’t help the tears that started to form in his eyes. Stepping over, you wrapped your arms around him and began to cry. He was willing to sign over his whole life just to make sure you came home, the whole life he worked hard to get, the life that kept him from you and your mother for years. Despite his asshole ways, you knew he felt the guilt. You could feel it in the hug he gave you back. You didn’t even have to speak to tell him that you forgave him for everything in the past. That you were sorry for the way you acted.

The hug lasted a couple of minutes before you pulled back and gently wiped at your eyes with your sleeve. Then the inevitable question was asked. “What happened?”

So you told him everything, though you didn’t go into detail about the rape, he understood what you meant when you alluded to it. You told him everything you heard, everything you saw. It wasn’t too much, but it was just enough that he linked a few things together. Bucky held your hand as you spoke, a touch you were thankful for. You never wanted to be dependent on anyone, but you definitely felt yourself slipping into the habit of seeking out his touch. Michael didn’t even bat an eye at it, already knowing what Bucky felt for you.

“So what happens now? Pierce is dead and so are some of his men. I’m sure people are going to be looking for the person that did it and with everything of yours being signed over…” you asked, glancing at the stack of papers.

Michael shrugged softly. “I have to figure that out. These will be shred and burned so it doesn’t come back to us. Thankfully he wasn’t able to quite get everything yet. But…” Michael paused, looking at you as you gave him a confused expression. “Your mother told me that he made a will after you were born. Now I’m not sure if he changed it over the years, but I doubt it. Charlotte said that in the event of both of them dying, everything went to you. The money, cars, house, the business. And I can’t imagine him trying to change it if he was going to kill you like he planned on. If it is real, you could end up getting everything.”

You sat there dumbfounded for a few moments. Sure, you never had to worry about money growing up, but it was never really yours until you got away from the mafia business and into your own life. But Pierce had been loaded. You already saw that by the car Bucky rolled up in at the cabin and the house the two of you dropped it back off at before leaving.

“I don’t want it,” you shook your head.

Michael raised his eyebrows, leaning forward as his arms rested against his desk. “Y/N, that is a lot of money. You could do anything you wanted with it. You said you wanted to move out of state, right? With that money, you could probably even leave the country and travel.”

You pondered on it. He had a point. “Okay, say this is real and he didn’t change it. How would they know where to find me? And I hope you know I’ll be giving you the actual business. I don’t want anything to do with that. I’ll take the money as payment for the trauma and shit I have to deal with now,” you muttered.

“I have cops on my payroll. Most likely this will go through them and I can direct them to get a hold of you. I don’t mind taking over the other things. I’ll even make sure you get payments from it all as well. But until we know what will happen for sure, just lay low. I’ll handle it all for now and keep you two updated when I hear anything. This...is all new to me too so I wish I had more answers,” Michael explained. You had no intention of going out especially when you looked like this. The last thing you wanted was Bucky to be accused of beating you. Usually that’s where blame was held for these things.

You nodded in agreement, sighing. There may just be a light at the end of the tunnel after all. But right now it was just a speck, a little shiny glimmer.

After a bit more talking and catching up, both you and Bucky left and headed back to your place. Now you needed to just find yourself again.

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This is the cutest thing ever I’m melting

I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’ve become obsessed with your blog the last few days!!! Are you able to do a bridgerton!daugter where she is inconsolable and just really upset and nothing/nobody can settle her so they have to get Anthony out of a dinner or a ball maybe and she calms because all she wanted was her papa xx

The maids, Humboldt, and youngest four Bridgerton siblings are all tired as they stay in the room with the crying baby, out of ideas on how to soothe the crying two year old.

"What are we to do?" One of the maids question.

"I vote we go and find Anthony." Eloise states.

"He's at Lady Danbury's ball." Hyacinth states.

"So somebody go get him." Eloise groans. "If it will get his baby to quiet, go retrieve him."

"Are you certain, Miss Bridgerton?" Humboldt asks.

"Positive." Eloise says, but looks around and sees all of their uncertain looks. "Very well. I shall do it. If it gets me away from this dreadful noise."

"May I go with?" Hyacinth asks.

"No, go to bed." Eloise tells her.

Eloise quickly changes out of her nightgown and into one of her dresses. She and her maid exit their house, hurrying over to Lady Danbury's residence. They manage to get in without anybody questioning them.

"Just stay here. I will go find Anthony and get him." Eloise tells her maid who nods.

Eloise takes a deep breath, praying that she doesn't get dragged into conversation. She enters the ballroom, searching around for her eldest brother.

"Eloise!" She hears and groans, turning to the direction the voice came from, only to find her elder sister. "Eloise, what on earth are you doing here? In that simple dress?"

"I am trying to find Anthony. Do you know where he might be?" Eloise asks.

"Why do you need Anthony? Is something wrong?" Daphne asks.

"Yes, his child won't shut up." Eloise growls.

"What?" Daphne asks.

"She won't stop crying. We've tried everything. Do you know where her father is?" Eloise asks again.

"Last I know of he was over by the refreshment table." Daphne says.

"Thank you." Eloise says, making her way through the ballroom. She doesn't find her brother at the refreshment table, having to continue to look around.

"Eloise?" She hears. She turns to find Anthony leaning against a wall, but he stands up when he realizes it is indeed his second younger sister. "What are you doing here? Should you not be at home?"

"Perfect. We need you. You must leave this dreadful place." Eloise says, grabbing his hand and starting to drag him away, but he resists.

"Wait, wait. What's wrong? What is so urgent? Can it not wait until tomorrow?" Anthony asks.

"Your child is causing us all migraines so no, it cannot wait until tomorrow." Eloise says through gritted teeth.

"Y/N?" Anthony feels the protectiveness fill him. "What's wrong? Is she all right? Is she sick?"

"None of us know. She simply won't stop crying." Eloise grumbles, dragging Anthony off.

"Did you try feeding her?"

"Yes."

"Did you try to give her milk?"

"Yes."

"Warm or cold?"

"Both."

"Water?"

"Yep."

"Did she--"

"We have tried everything, Anthony. Nothing is calming the girl down. Now let's make haste."

Eloise dragged Anthony all the way home and Anthony rushed to his daughter's room, able to hear her cries halfway down the stairs.

Anthony walks into her room, finding some of the maids still in there, Hyacinth sitting on the bed and plugging her ears.

"Y/N?" Anthony calls, walking over to the bed. "What's the matter, darling?" He softly asks, picking her up. Anthony holds her, pushing some of her hair back, the strands now wet from her tears.

Once Y/N is able to realize she's in her father's arms, her cries almost immediately go quiet. Y/N feels safety and comfort and lays her head on Anthony's shoulder, lightly wrapping her arms around his neck. Anthony rests his head against hers, softly rubbing her back.

"That is all she needed? Is you?" Eloise questions. "You're never going to a ball again." She states, leaving.

"I've got it from here. You can all go now." Anthony instructs the maids. They all curtsy before filing out. "Hyacinth, go to bed." He tells his youngest sister who listens.

"Am I all you wanted, dear?" Anthony asks his daughter who nods, tightening her hold on him.

"Stay wit' papa." Y/N sleepily mumbles.

"Very well then." Anthony whispers, rocking her to sleep.

Yeah bucky like how can you not want this man next to you when you wake up

Nothing’s more annoying that interrupted morning orgasms 😤 my thoughts are with you

I was wondering if there’ll be a part 2 of Love 'em and Leave 'em 👀

It was a terrible loss and I am still in mourning over the missed opportunity but it is good news for you lovely readers because I will take my sexual frustrations and turn them into some smutty fics.

Love ‘em and Leave ‘em [pt.2] || Bucky

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mutual masturbation, phone sex WC: ~950

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Your nights had been lonely while Bucky was off on some mission and there was no knowing how long it would be before he returned. Twice you had almost made it to his door before you remembered he wasn’t there and had to leave unsatisfied. It sucked. Safely locked away in your room you had grabbed your vibrator from where it had sat dormant for weeks and growled as you found the batteries dead.

“Uggggh.”

Your frustrated growl echoed in the room and you haphazardly tossed the silicone device away. It seemed like you could not catch a break. You had just opened your laptop and searched for some porn when your phone rang. You frowned at the unknown number and assumed it was a scam considering it was the middle of the night but you answered it anyway.

“Hey, doll.” You could see the smirk on his face just by the tone of his voice and your video loaded at that moment, the unmissable sound of Pornhub’s tune playing on the speakers. “I caught you at a good time I hear.”

“Not quite.” You muttered and reclined back on your pillows with a sigh. “I’m guessing you didn’t call to talk about the mission.”

“Not quite.” He chuckled. “You sound like you could do with some stress relief.”

“I’m trying but someone rudely interrupted me with his call.”

“Maybe I can help, doll.” He purred. “You just gotta start by sliding your pretty panties down those sexy legs….hmm?”

You licked your suddenly dry lips and hummed in agreement as you took them off and tossed them aside.

“You’re already fucking wet, aren’t ya baby.” He chuckled, the sound of his clothes being discarded following yours. “Bet you’re fucking dripping for me. Spread those pretty lips and tell me how wet you are.”

You did as you were told, you finger brushing over your clit with a soft mewl before they dipped between your folds. Your fingers glided easily over the desire that was already leaking from you and you listened to the salacious sounds it made as you gathered it over your fingers.

“Christ, I can hear it from here.” Bucky groaned.

“Do you miss her? How she tastes?” You hummed as you sucked your wet fingers into your mouth and worked your tongue to lick them clean.

“You’re trying to kill me.” He panted as you heard the opening of a bottle and a squirt of liquid before he moaned softly. “I’d have you pressed up against the wall with your legs over my shoulders if I was there, sucking your clit until you scream my name, tasting that sweet cunt until it was overflowing.”

“Oh god, Bucky…” His name fell from your lips as your fingers attempted to please you like he did but it wasn’t the same. “My fingers can’t stretch me like you do.”

“I’ll stretch you nice and good when I get home. You’re gonna feel so fucking tight.” His breath shuddered and you both moaned, your toes curled and you back arched. “Gonna cum in that pretty pussy of yours, doll, fill her up till she overflows.”

Your eyes were fluttering shut as you tried to hold off your release but the bed was starting to quiver with your trembling legs. “Fuck, Bucky, I’m gonna cum.”

“Good girl, now don’t be quiet, I wanna hear you.” He grunted as his hand worked even faster, his grip tightening as your gasps filled his ears. “I don’t want you to stop, not until I say you’re done. Hear me?”

“Mhmm.” You agreed as your mind went numb and your core clenched around nothing, your fingers twirling your sensitive clit as waves of pleasure wracked your body. “Ho-holy shit, Bucky…”

“Keep going babygirl.” He panted as his cock began to throb in his fist and the deep pressure in your pussy grew until your entire body froze, right down to your ability to breathe. “Keep fucking going. Ugh.”

His groan awoke you and the waves of pleasure turned to just waves, your head shoved back in your pillow as liquid gushed from your cunt. You were an incoherent mess as you listened to Bucky’s rapid breathing and it was almost as if he were right beside you as you came down from your high.

“Fuck. Me.” You sighed as your body twitched and spasmed, your eyes wide at the pool of liquid between your legs. “I just fucking came everywhere.”

Bucky’s head fell heavy against the headboard in the cheap motel, his hand slick with his cum that he smeared along his shaft as he lazily stroked himself. You could hear his own soft sounds as he came down from his high.

“I wish I was there with you.” You whispered as you curled onto your side and hugged a pillow, then you realised how that sounded and you cleared your throat. “I can only imagine the mess you’ve made all over yourself, your cock probably still hard just begging to be licked clean.”

He chuckled into the phone as he wiped his hand with a tissue. “I wish you were here too, doll, for no other reason but to have you all to myself.”

“Bucky…” You sighed as you pulled the phone away from your face and slammed your laptop shut, no longer in the mood for what was showing.

“Just hear me out, please.” He asked, water running in the background. “When I get back, all I ask for is one night. Stay with me one night, if you wake up and can’t stand the sight of seeing me on the pillow beside you then fine, your rules win. But it could surprise you.”

“What’s that?”

“You might just like it.”

Part three click here.

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Baking Lessons (Marc Spector x f!Reader) 18+

Summary: Marc Spector can’t bake, but for you he’ll try. You and Marc bake cookies together… among other things.

Angst, fluff, smut (the big three)

Pairing: Marc Spector x f!reader, hint of Jake Lockley and Steven Grant x f!reader

Warnings: Sad Marc, DID, Oral sex (f receiving), Not edited

A/N: I just think Marc needs some more love, and I’ve been baking to deal with stress. I’m still working on requests, so if you’re waiting for one, it is coming!

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Marc Spector has no idea what he’s doing. There’s an egg about to roll off the counter, and he reaches out and catches it with the instincts of a superhero.

Because that’s what he is - a superhero not a baker. Except that for you he’ll be anyone, do anything. That includes telling Khonshu to fuck off for the night so he can bake chocolate chip cookies and try to have a nice date with you. You who have been talking about these stupid cookies all week but have had no time to make them.

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A Correspondence of Obligation - Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little angsty but really nothing!!

a/n: Here we goooo!! So so excited to get this series started :))

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My Princess, 

When you refuse to reply to my letters, it only makes me yearn for your words more. I wonder how your penmanship would look on the parchment from your stationary, how your seal would look stamped on the envelope. I wonder how to become deserving of you. 

Is there a method to this madness you put me through? 

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This story is soo good I don’t know if I am more exited for the witcher 3 or your story !!

I really enjoyed every chapter I normally never read sorties that are ongoing but I have 0 regret with your story ❤️

Broken Heart

Summary: You were the first and only female Witcher.

You and Geralt had been together since you were teenagers, training and fighting alongside each other for decades. However, when Yennefer of Vengerberg showed up, he chose her.

Now, years later, you go back to Kaer Morhen for the winter and come face to face with Geralt of Rivia, forcing old feelings to resurface once again.

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Language,

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Chapter 11-

Slowly, you fluttered your eyes open, blinking away the fuzziness as you took in the scene around you.

Coen was sitting on the ground across the room, his head in his hands, the potions that he grabbed broken on the ground beside him. The few remaining Witchers were all standing around the room, their heads lowered.

Ciri was crying in Yennefer’s arms while Lambert paced the cafeteria, kicking any object in his path as he swore every word under the sun.

Then there was Jaskier, who was sitting on the ground beside you, hugging his knees to his chest as he cried softly, his face buried on top of his knees.

Suddenly, realisation hit you; they all thought you had died.

Holy shit, they thought you were dead.

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I loved everything about this

Except the part where you said you were bringing back the drama I hate you for that ! You love hurting us

Hands That Heal - Ch.6

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky opens himself up and you see a new, softer side to him. Chapter Warning: fluff - so much fluff Word count: 2266

Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men, smut.

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 || 7 || 8coming soon

RECAP: “Stay the night.” You half asked, half begged as you ran your thumb across his full and kiss-swollen lips. “Please.”

“You sure?” He asked, having left every other night, but tonight was different, tonight you had both taken a big step together.

“More than anything.” 

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You woke up as your body reminded you that you hadn’t eaten last night and pulled yourself out from under Bucky’s arm. He stirred slightly and dragged your pillow into his arm before settling back down. It wasn’t until your stomach rumbled again that you were able to pull yourself away from his sleeping form. It was so tempting to stay and watch him, with every muscle relaxed and his dark eyelashes flicking as he dreamt. Grabbing his t-shirt off the floor you pulled it over your head and were enveloped in his scent before leaving him to sleep.

When you went to the living room you found the bowl still full of stale popcorn and the tv still frozen on the colourful entrance to Munchkinland. You turned the tv off and tossed the popcorn in the bin before quietly making breakfast and taking it downstairs. You would normally have put music on while you worked on Bucky’s motorbike but while he was sleeping you didn’t want to disturb him.

Some of the final parts you had been waiting on had arrived so you cut open the boxes and packaging before sitting on your stool and connecting them up. You had just finished installing the replacement exhaust when the stairs creaked and Bucky entered the garage shirtless. Your eyes drank in the sight of him walking over to you, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his scars now unabashedly bared.

“Good afternoon.” You smiled as he pulled you up from your seat to kiss you sweetly. “Did you sleep well?”

He nodded as his hands slipped up beneath his shirt you wore to rest on your waist. “I haven’t slept for that long in…I don’t know how long. How long have you been up?”

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To Love the Enemy

Imagine catching the eye of Klaus Mikaelson.

Tagging: @midnightseance​ Author’s Note: So I finally convinced my sister to watch TVD and I’ve been rewatching some episodes with her- specifically the episodes that had the best Klaroline and some of the saddest scenes. This idea spawned from the reawakening of my intense dislike for vampire!Elena. Whoops. Sorry Elena lovers, I don’t think this one will be for you. It’s not total Elena bashing, but I’m not exactly her biggest fan. Warning: Don’t pay too close attention to the order some events are mentioned. I forgot some things and what not. Lmao. 

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