For your requests, how about "You're not as bad as everyone says you are." with biker!Bucky? Only if it sparks ✨ inspiration ✨ for you my love ❤️❤️
I know this prompt was under fluff but this turned out wayyyy more angsty than I intended - i'm sorry lol
Pairing: biker!bucky x reader
Word count: 1.2K
Warnings: angsty, a look at bucky's internal turmoil, they're going through it right now, descriptions of the aftermath of the nefarious things bucky has to do but nothing too descriptive. bucky's really sad in this i'm sorry
Masterpost || Bucky Masterlist || Event Post
When Bucky had to do the unthinkable for the club, he had a certain 'ritual' to help him cope with it.
You'd come up with it actually, something to help him not spiral into the self hatred that his actions could bring. Keeping his head above the sea of nasty words his self conscious liked to try and drown him with.
He'd come home, his choices from the day wearing down his shoulders, making him drag himself into the bedroom where he'd peel off his leather cut and toss it to the chair in the corner. Usually he'd sit there hunched over his knees for hours, stuck in a mental spiral, replaying the events from the day. Screams echoing in his ears. A stickiness to his fingers, his nails and knuckles stained red.
But in times like this, when you weren't speaking to him, he'd remember what you would do.
You'd pull him into the shower, washing the day off of him before making him eat a sugary snack, something sweet to get the endorphins going again. Then you'd sit him down on the couch with the show he loved watching with you and you'd snuggle up to him, combing your hands through the length of his hair, scratching his scalp.
He looked around the room, traces of you still there. Your necklace on the nightstand. A sweater discarded in the same chair his cut lay. One of your bandanas that you'd wear under your helmet tied to the bed frame.
And your helmet.
It sat out on the dining table, untouched in almost two weeks - since you went back to your place saying you needed time.
He understood. You had every right to be mad at him, he just wished he knew how to fix it.
But being late to date night and showing up a bloody mess is kind of hard to fix.
So, he sighed, gathering himself before he stood and headed to the shower. He peeled his clothes off, leaving them in a mess on the floor while he got under the water - he would deal with them later, it was one thing at a time right now.
With you not being here, he liked using just a little bit of the soap you'd left, it being the only way he got to smell you until you came back - if you came back. He stood under the water, watching the suds and pink droplets swirl down the drain as the look of disappointment on your face flashed in his mind.
He hadn't meant to forget about date night, he really didn't. He'd just gotten roped into some club business, and when he tried to explain it to you, you shook your head. The anger in your eyes was unlike anything he'd ever seen - he'd never see you mad before and it'd frozen his feet in their place.
"If this is going to work," You'd gestured between the two of you, throwing your bag over your shoulder, open, "you need to figure out how to balance club life and our life. I'm not going to be the girl waiting for you to come home in one piece, if at all."
"I can't just not handle business when it needs to be handled," He'd argued, his tone rising in his heart's cry for you to put your bag down and stay. "I can't abandon the club when they need me."
"That's not the problem," you pushed past him, "You didn't call, you didn't text. I was at the restaurant for two hours, James. Two." You turned and pointed to him, "You abandoned me tonight."
"I'm sorry, okay?" He followed you around the house as you gathered random things of yours, shoving them in your duffle bag, "I'll make sure to call next time."
"Next time?" You spun on him, a look of bewilderment in your irises, "You're assuming there's a next time?"
Dread filled his chest as he swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. Suddenly, it didn't matter what he was going to say. He just wanted you to stay, not to leave. Not to leave him.
"Bucky I was left at that table, in the dress you picked out," You shoved a finger in his chest, "for two hours while you were off doing whatever it is that you do." Your hand gestured to the red stains on his pants. "And you'll never tell me what you're doing out there, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out it's dangerous."
He waited as you took a breath, zipping up your bag with a huff as your shoulders shook.
"I'm sorry," He muttered again but your head shook.
"I don't care," You turned to him with tears in your eyes, "You can be sorry all you want. But I didn't even know if you were coming home at all tonight. Or if you were headed to the morgue in a body bag."
It was that comment that punched him in the gut, and still replayed in his mind when things were too quiet. You weren't really mad about date night. He was supposed to be your calm, your safe space. He wasn't supposed to cause you anything but happiness and pleasure. But he hadn't even given you the courtesy to call you and tell you what was going on.
You walked out after that, saying you needed time to figure out if you wanted to come back at all, and as the days passed, he was starting to think your side of the bed would remain cold forever.
You were it for him, he didn't want anyone else, and he never would - he knew that.
But on nights like this, while he scrubbed the blood out from under his nails, he wondered if you knew it.
Did you know how far gone he was for you? How he'd do anything for you, that if it wasn't you in his life, it was no one.
He wondered if he could have both. You and this life he'd created. You, in your tender adoration. The way you cared for him. Loved him. And his life with the club. Being part of a stronghold like that. Being a nightmare for some. Seeing the things he did. Doing the things he had to. Making the necessary decisions no matter how morally questionable they were.
He knew people talked badly about him around you, warning you to stay away from him. That he was dangerous. A bad man. And he knew some of it was true.
He was dangerous, not trusted by most.
But you told him something once, the first time you'd seen him come home from club business covered in bruises and blood, seeing the internal turmoil those choices caused him.
"You're not as bad as everyone says you are."
With those words replacing the agony that had been swirling his head, he gets out of the shower, drying off and getting dressed with a purpose.
He was going to see you, and make sure you know you're it for him, no matter what. As long as you know that, your choice is yours.
But first, he needs to pick up a sweet treat. He decides he'll pick up your favorite.
Maybe, if things work out, you'd share it with him.
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okay, okay, but listen... soobin begging you to touch your boobs, like he's just so in love with them and NEEDS to touch them, at least just a little bit... BUT!!!! make reader has small ones... plus, you're both currently on a movie night with your mutual friends, but it's dark... they won't notice tho, right??
ooh soobin would have an addiction to ur tits! just tryna cup them all the time~ even when ur out n about with ur friends just trying to watch a movie with peace..
but soobin just can't help himself can he? the rooms dark anyway,, no would notice...so he slips his hands inside ur sheer shirt, caressing n flicking ur nipples, loving to watch ur small tits bounce each time :3
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rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people
thank you so much for the tags @reddedmiller @hearteyesforjoel @demonjoel @emeraldmoth @joelslegalwhre @littlegrungegirlaf @fhatbhabie I love all of you bunches and bunches 🥹💞
P: Picture You - Chappell Roan
A: Agora Hills - Doja Cat
S: Super Trouper - ABBA
C: ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine
A: After Midnight - Chappell Roan
L: Low - SZA
P: Purple Rain - Prince
V: vampire - Olivia Rodrigo
N: Nonsense - Sabrina Carpenter
K: I’m Just (K)en - Ryan Gosling (I had to I’m sorry)
npt (I’m late to this so you know the drill): @janaispunk @joels-shitty-puns @tightjeansjavi @ilovepedro @penvisions @chaotic-mystery @catchallfangirl @wannab-urs @joelsgreys @beskarandblasters
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