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jobean12-blog · 1 month

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Color Me Yours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob!Bucky)

Word Count: 984

Summary: Whether or not he's busy with his work he always has time for you and whatever you want.

Author's Note: I had written a story about coloring with Joel and I just love the idea of doing something so simple with our fave guys and then I thought Mob!Bucky would be so fun to color with. This is just a snapshot of a soft and fun domestic moment where our usual no bullshit boss is really and truly himself with his most favorite human ever- his wife. I also mention a scene in the movie Ghost from 1990 and I referenced this scene. Thank you so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy! 🥰

Warnings: It's fun and fluffy and sweet and silly and ends with a bit of spice bc I can't help myself, established relationship, coloring bc yay!

“There you are doll face.”

You walk into his office with a smile, your hands kept neatly hidden behind your back.

“What are you hiding?” he asks as he leans back in his leather chair, legs spread wide and smirk pulling at his lips.

“A book.”

You stop just in front of his large mahogany desk. You’re wearing nothing but a tank top and panties and your skin warms as his eyes sweep over you appreciatively.

“What are you reading now?”

“Not that kind of book.”

He raises a questioning brow.

“It’s a coloring book.”

With an easy push he swivels his chair to the side and pats his thigh invitingly.

“Come ‘ere doll. Let me see.”

You come around the desk and perch yourself on the thick muscle, watching his reaction as you reveal your coloring book and colored pencils.

He takes it from your hands and starts to flip through it, smiling the whole time.

“These are beautiful,” he says.

“Thank you.”

He carefully places your things on his desk and wraps you in his arms. You rest your head along his shoulder and slip your fingers into the open buttons of his collared shirt.

“If you’re not too busy now, will you color with me?”

Your head tilts up to meet his eyes and you find him gazing down at you softly.

“I’m never too busy for you doll face. You know that.”

He sits up and pulls the chair toward the desk, caging you in with his arms around your waist and his chest pressed to your back.

“The only rule is you have to stay in my lap while we do it.”

He whispers the words against your neck, gently kissing the spot before he pushes the strap of your tank top off your shoulder and continues pressing his lips along your skin.

“One more rule…you can’t distract me until we’ve done some coloring,” you breathe out. “You’re very distracting.”

“Fine. I’ll behave doll…for now.”

You turn your head and chase his lips, sliding your hand into his hair and gently scraping your nails along his scalp.

“Tease,” he growls playfully against your mouth.

With a coy smile you peck his lips one last time then ask, “did you see any particular picture that you want to color?”

“You pick,” he answers, keeping his face nestled in your neck.

“Let’s color this one.”

You point to a page and then start sifting through your colored pencils. He waits for you to pick one then does the same, deciding on a cerulean blue.

“Almost as pretty as your eyes,” you purr.

He kisses your cheek and let’s his nose run along the column of your throat, whispering his thanks.

“This is relaxing,” he murmurs.

“I agree. I was going to try painting next...”

“I’ll build you a space for you to do your art. Any kind you want.”

“Can we get a pottery wheel?”

“Of course,” he answers.

You turn to look at him, smiling brightly when you exclaim, “then we can make something together like Molly and Sam in Ghost!”

With a squeal you go back to coloring, unaware of Bucky’s confused expression.

“Molly and Sam?” he asks.

“YOU HAVEN’T SEEN GHOST?” you nearly shout, turning in his arms again. “We are watching it tonight.”

“Is it a scary movie…about a ghost?”

His question makes you roll your eyes and you poke him with a colored pencil.

“NO Buck. It’s a love story and they totally have sex after he distracts her while she’s making her pottery…”

“What are you implying doll?”

“Oh nothing,” you sing song. “I’m sure you’ll love the movie.”

“I’m sure I will too.”

“You better…it’s so good.”

He lightly nibbles on your neck in response, causing you to squeal again.

“Nibbles laterrrrrrrr,” you half whine half giggle.

He relents but only after more soft kisses to any part of your bare skin he can reach.

As you go to choose a new color you pause to watch him, noting how his movements are precise and he stays within the lines, coloring each part of the picture with consistency.

“You’re really good at this,” you muse. “Have you been secretly coloring without me?”

He chuckles.

“Nah doll face, but you know I love to pay attention to every little detail.”

“Oh, that’s an understatement,” you giggle.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you say cheekily.

He nuzzles your neck, knowing his scruffy jaw tickles your skin and it makes you wiggle and squirm in his hold.

“Buckyyyyy,” you gasp.

He finally stops to let you breathe, securing you in his lap again and pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek.

His right hand holds the colored pencil and his left rests on your hip and as time continues to pass in comfortable silence his fingers begin to trace circles on your skin, slow and light.

“Done already?” you purr.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about doll.”

His tone is incredulous even as his hand dips lower and teases between your legs.

You try to stay focused on coloring the picture but his touch is far too distracting and you drop the pencil with a sigh and lean back.

“What about my coloring?” you whisper as your hands slide down and grip his thighs.

He pushes your legs apart and slides his finger over your silky panties.

“This is all your fault,” he murmurs. “You came in here wearing almost nothing…”

“My fault?” you breathe out. “This is why I can never get anything done…you and your hands…distracting!”

“You love it.”

“I do,” you gasp, rocking in his lap. “But you aren’t getting out of coloring…or the movie.”

He takes your earlobe between his teeth with a gentle tug, drawing soft little moans from your parted lips.

“Wouldn’t dream of it baby doll. You know I’ll do anything you want.”

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buckrecs · 10 months

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𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘 : 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙮 ~ 𝙎𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧

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FLUFF

Puppy Eyes by @coffee-with-bucky

look at me by @aquariusbarnes

The Pull of Gravity by @navybrat817 (shifter au)

The Rejects by @/navybrat817

A Little Less Restless by @majestyeverlasting

The Sleepover by @littleredwolf

An Ol’ Fashioned Notion of Wartime and Whisky by @rookthorne

Honeyed Words of a She by @/rookthorne (mob!reader)

A Stroke of Luck by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Serenity by @/rookthorne (Mafia!reader)

A Clover’s Intuition by @/rookthorne (lumberjack!bucky)

Ducks on Plaster by @lovelybarnes

the great shirt debate by @rocketrhap3000

Barbie by @buckyalpine

Imagine | 2 by @noctumbra (chubby!bucky)

Don’t Tell Bucky by @lives-in-midgard

closer by @eviesaurusrex

bucky getting used to modern crap by @bucky-bucket-barnes

Around My Neck by @mcu1shots

These Hands Are Meant To Hold by @vanderlustwords

Timeless by @antiquarianfics

You Have A Girlfriend? by @/antiquarianfics

Something to Smile About by @jobean12-blog

Found Waldo by @lovelybarnes

Unchained Melody by @delusionalvenusian

valentine by @softlyspector

The Way We Were by @avintagekiss24

Midnight Escapades by @kiritella

Stunt Double by @/kiritella

Sleep and Cuddles by @/kiritella

Flowers And Things by @espinosaurusrexex

Little Mermaid by @buckyarchives

cuppa coffee by @irndad

A touch of color by @starrysebastians

Smooth Criminal by @redgillan (officer!bucky)

ANGST

Verbal Fight by @espinosaurusrexex

Tommy’s Party by @bucknastysbabe (college au)

Rescue You by @writing-for-marvel

not my one by @stxrvel (steve x reader)

Imagine by @/buckyalpine

One Night by @/buckyalpine

ours by @trashywormeateroffics

give me a minute by @amayatheowl

Seasons Change & I Carry You With Me by @/vanderlustwords

The Truth Is; I’m A Liar by @imtryingmyfuckingbest

Better Than Us by @/antiquarianfics

The Rain Will Always Gonna Come if You’re Standing With Me by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Love Me… by @/kiritella

You could never hurt me by @theeleggymeggy

SMUT

braid my hair, honey by @witchywithwhiskey

finally by @adrinktostopyourthirst (spy!reader)

cherry blossom by @noctumbra (librarian!bucky)

virgin mob bucky by @/buckyalpine

Take the edge off by @bitsandbobsandstuff

Hayloft by @wienerbarnes (40s au)

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gaysindistress · 1 year

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Sad girl - eleven

summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.

pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Anthony being Anthony

word count: 2.5k

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taglist: @missvelvetsstuff @angelsincident @spencerreidisagorgman @i-have-no-life-charlie @esposadomd @reader-without-a-story @unaxv @iateall-yourcookies @alana4610 @kandis-mom @beware-my-thorns @ozwriterchick @goldensunflowe-r @littlelizardlizzie @wh0reforbucknasty

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Everyone is seated at the table in the garden, facing the fountain at the back where Bucky and Steve stand. The alcohol in his system is stopping him from going absolutely insane while Steve gives him a knowing look.

“Everything is going to be okay,” Steve whispers to his friend.

“I know, I know.”

Off to the side of the glass doors that lead into the garden stand Doll and Nat. Doll is wringing her hands together while Nat has her hands on her shoulders, trying to get her to stand still.

“Girl you need to relax. Everything is going to be okay.”

“I know, I know. Where’s my father? Isn’t he supposed to be walking me with me?”

“I’m right here Darling,” late, as usual, Anthony walks up to the two women. Nat gives her a reassuring smile before walking out of the glass doors.

“Shall we?” he says offering his arm to his daughter.

Taking a deep breath, she takes his arm and they push the doors open. All eyes turn to look at them as they walk to the fountain. Bucky’s eye light up when he sees her while also taking in her form. He freezes at the sight of her stockings but is broken out of his trance by Steve clearing his throat. Anthony and she are standing in front of him, her father holding out their joined arms for Bucky to take. As she’s passed off, it’s her turn to be lost for words at the sight of him in a midnight double-breasted suit. Trailing her eyes over his body, she meets his and is shocked by how brilliant and bright his eyes are in this color.

Steve begins talking, giving the usual wedding speech however neither of them really hears what he has to say. Both are completely entranced by the other, eyes never leaving the other’s gaze. Bucky’s eyes flicker to the ‘B’ that shines brightly under but a sliver of lace under the lapel of her dress. Meeting her eyes again, she smirks before turning her attention to Steve.

“Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do,” there’s that signature Barnes smirk.

“You may now kiss your bride.”

Bucky grabs ahold of her face, firmly planting his lips on hers. Before she can return the kiss, they break away at the sound of clapping. Steve claps a hand on their shoulders, presenting them as husband and wife once and for all.

The next hour or so goes by in such a blur, the two of them sitting side by side as their guests talk amongst themselves. The empty chair across from them doesn’t go unnoticed by Doll, however.

“Do you know why there’s a chair there?” she leans over and whispers in his ear.

“It’s a table so chairs do usually go there,” she hits his arm lightly before he really answers her, “I don’t actually know. Anthony asked if Nat could add an extra chair but he didn’t say what for.”

Looking over at her dad, she nods and stands up to talk to him. Bucky’s eyes follow her legs as she walks over and land on what little of her chest he can see when she leans over. The way her cherry-red lips move as she speaks is too much for him and he forces himself to look away, starting a conversation with Sam.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

Anthony turns towards her, “I think I know what this is about.”

“Oh?”

“I was going to surprise you by bringing your mom but she didn’t show up like usual,” he explains as they walk towards the fountain.

“What? She’s dead, that’s not possible.”

“Well, that’s what I thought too until she showed up at my door six months ago, begging for money.”

“Wait six months ago? Why didn’t you tell me?’ anger is starting to build in her.

“Even if you don’t believe it, I am still your father and I do care about your wellbeing. I remember how hard it was on you when she left and never came back so I didn’t want you to get hurt if she didn’t show up again as she has now. Trust me, darling, it’s better off that we think of her as dead because that’s what she is; dead to us.”

“Excuse me? You didn’t tell me that my mom was alive because you didn’t think it would be good for me to know? She’s my mom, of course, I should know if she’s okay,” Anthony has to grab her by the arm and pull her further away from the group so no one hears their conversation.

“She abandoned you.”

“She had no choice.”

“Everyone has a choice.”

“Just not me. If you really cared about my wellbeing, you wouldn’t have pawned me,” she sneers at him, pulling her arm out of his grasp.

“You can’t tell me that you aren’t happy with how it turned out?”

“That doesn’t justify what you did. After tonight I want nothing to do with you or Stark Industries. Consider this my notice,” venom drips from her words but not really wounded a man like her father. She turns on her heel, all but storming back to Bucky, and sits angrily next to him.

“Everything okay?” concern laces his voice.

“Yes. I need a drink,” she mumbles, reaching for her champagne and swallowing in one swig.

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The night winds to an end around 11:11 pm with mostly loving goodbyes and a few cold stares.

“I’m sorry I didn’t really get the chance to talk to you but I’m happy for you and Buck. You two seem like a really good match. We should meet up sometime to get to know each other better,” Becca says to the new Mrs. Barnes as she hugs the couple goodbye.

“Of course! It was lovely to meet you.”

Seeing Becca off, the couple is left alone finally, turning to each other and letting out held-in breaths.

“Do you want to talk about what happened with your father?” the question is a loaded one but he needs to know what caused so much anger in her.

“It can wait until tomorrow. Right now I want to change into something more comfortable and get these heels off,” she says grabbing his arm for balance and sliding her heels off.

He hadn’t forgotten about the lace he saw earlier and with her bending over now, her dress has risen slightly to show off the clips of her garter belt.

“All better,” she smiles triumphantly with the white heels in her hand, the other still holding onto him, “walk me to my room?”

Words are not on his mind at the moment so he just smiles and nods ‘yes’. The thought of what she’s wearing underneath her dress is causing his pants to tighten and his eyes to cloud over with lust. Her small talk is lost on him as he uses all of his self-control to not push her up against the stair banister and do ungodly things to her.

The feeling is mutual for her. She had always liked men in suits but there was something about the way the blue of his suit brings out his eyes and how it was perfectly tailored to him. The chain of his dog tags isn’t visible but knowing it’s there and how good it would look swinging above her face is throwing her off. She’ll blame the champagne if he mentions how unsteady she is. He’s placed his hand on her back and the heat is going straight to her core. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to wear the set Nat ordered because it’s starting to get too hot and too tight. If she doesn’t get out of it in the next 5 minutes, she might bust.

“Looks like we’re here,” his voice is lowered by a few octaves as they stand outside of her door.

“Do you want to come in?” falls out before she even knows what she’s saying.

His smirk is all the answer she needs and he thrusts open the door, hand on her back guiding her inside. Dropping her shoes in her closet, she debates taking off her dress right then and there to just get it over with but that would deny her the pleasure of having him undressing her. He takes a seat on the bench at the end of the bed, lounging back against it. What the hell does she do now? They’re both adults so they know what’s about to happen but it’s still nerve-racking.

“Come here,” drifts through the air, drawing her attention away from the shoes she just throw down.

“Why’d you ask me in here, Doll?”

“You’re smart, take a wild guess.”

“I’d say you’re trying to seduce me.”

“Hm I haven’t done anything,” she says coming to stand in between his spread legs. Neither of them moves, his hands flexing at his knees and hers sitting on her hips.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice the little set you’re wearing?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” a smirk plays on her lips as she goes to take a step back but his hands grab her to keep her in place.

“The stockings, the garter belt, and what I imagine is a matching set under this,” his fingers brush against the top of her thigh, tracing the edge of her dress.

“How observant,” she mummers.

“Did I get that right?” he mummers back, tugging her forward so she falls and has to check herself on his shoulders.

“Looks like you’ll have to find out for yourself,” is the last thing she says before crashing her lips into his and fully sitting on his lap.

Sliding his hands up under her dress, Bucky grabs a handful of her ass. Feeling the lace under his hand, he moans into her mouth which urges her to start unbuttoning his jacket. Her lipstick is smearing across their lips but neither of them could care. One hand stays on her ass, beginning to knead it as the other attempts to undo her belt. She can feel his struggle and quickly removes it for him so she can move to undo his shirt buttons.

“Shit Doll,” he moans out as she starts to move against him, the hand on her ass guiding her. She breaks the kiss, frustrated that she can’t get his shirt buttons undone but finds success once her eyes are helping in the task. Pushing the fabric back, she dives her head down to his neck to place open-mouthed kisses there. Breathless moans and sighs fall from her lips as their hips move in sync. Her dress is the next item of clothing to fall to the floor, leaving her in the white lace set.

“I was right,” he chokes out when she starts to nip at the soft skin of his neck.

“What would you like for being right?’ is whispered against his skin as she briefly pauses her assault.

Pulling her off of him by her hips, he stands and tosses her onto the bed before climbing back on top of her. Bucky’s lips go to her neck, leaving small kisses and nips as he works his way down her body. He pulls one of her bra cups down and attaches his lips to her nipple, drawing loud moans from her. Palming the other, he switches and tugs it between his teeth until it’s stiff. Satisfied, he continues his journey down her body until he reaches the top of her panties.

“All of this for me Doll?” he kisses her through her underwear, right over the wet spot that’s forming.

Frustrated moans fill the air while she wiggles her hips in his face, his stubble rubbed against her thighs. He chuckles at the action and unclips the garter belt, slowly rolling the stockings down her legs and leaving kisses where they used to lay. He drags his fingers over her slit through her underwear, feeling just how wet she is. Before she can protest against the teasing, he pulls her underwear to the side and licks up her slit.

“Jesus fuck Bucky,” her hands fly to his short hair as he works his tongue up and down her slit. Two fingers gather as much wetness as they can before working their way into her, ripping moans from the woman. He sucks on her clit as he moves his fingers inside of her and her hips meet him in earnest.

“Fuck, oh my god, Bucky… gonna cum.”

He doesn’t stop his worship of her pussy as she cries and withers above him, hips moving erratically to chase her high. The tug on his hair has him looking up to meet her eyes, “up” is her one-word command which he gladly follows. The moonlight shines through her window, casting light on the wetness in his facial hair. It’s a filthy sight but her only concern is why his lips aren’t on hers again.

“Pants off,” her fingers aren’t really working, her high still racing through her as she pleads with him. Ever the gentleman, he does it for her, the cold melt of his belt hitting her inner thigh as he takes his pants off. She can’t see it but she can definitely feel how heavy and thick he is through his boxers. A loud moan tears through her as she throws her back against the pillows and he grinds his hips into hers.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she uses what little leg strength she has left to flip them over so she’s straddling him. She quickly undoes her bra, tossing it aside and pulling his boxers down his thighs. Her hand wraps around his cock and gives it a few tugs, spreading his precum around the tip.

“Fuck Doll, I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.”

“That’s the plan,” she winks at him as she rubs his tip against her slit before sliding down completely. Her hands fly to his chest to steady herself. She starts slow and teasing at first, simply enjoying the feeling of being full and watching the man below her release the deepest and loudest moans she’s ever heard. Urging her to go faster, his hands on her hips help her move until they both become sloppy and frantic.

Suddenly he sits up, his hands going to hold her by her back and hers wrap around his shoulders.

“Come on Doll, let go for me,” whispering in her ear, he nearly begs her to cum.

“Bucky, oh god, so close… Bucky,” she chants his name into his neck as she feels the knot in her stomach tightening. One particularly hard thrust and the knot comes undone, her body tensing and relaxing in his grip as she finally let's go. Bucky isn’t far behind, moaning out her name as he releases inside of her.

Chest to chest, they don’t move and try to catch their breath. Bucky plants soft kisses on her shoulder and neck as she pulls her head from his neck to look at him. She’s wearing that completely fucked out look he aims to give his girl.

“So you were trying to seduce me.”

“It worked didn’t it?”

“It sure did,” he whispers against her lips.

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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Mob AU! Bucky sweeps into your life like a whirlwind. And for a small town girl like you, this tornado of a romance is nothing short of awe inspiring. Money, cars—anything you want is yours, you have only but to name it. And so of course when Bucky asks if you’ll be his, his girl, and one day his wife, you say yes, and move right in.

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Lover of Passion

pairing: soft dark!Mob!Bucky Barnes x dark!Reader

concept: Bucky lusts after you, and you crave the chance to feel more of your own desire.

word count: 1.4k

warnings: soft dark reader and soft dark bucky, manipulation, twisted love, desire, lust, greed, main character death, soft poetic smut- nickname:trandafirul meu (my rose)

a/n: This is for @boxofbonesfic The Monkey's Paw 7k challenge! Congratulations, love. You are such a beautiful loving light on this Tumblr world.

lovely betas: Thank you for making sure this makes sense @s-tarksintern and @purpleshallot

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A soft summer breeze softly ruffles the petals as the sky casts a shimmering ray on the flower. The red rose stretches its neck and slowly opens its eyes, and the calm sunlight just smiles at it. A compassionate gesture fills the garden with the aroma of flowers.

The grey sky is visible from high above the ground.

In the distance, the sun is rising, the colors are melting, and the clouds are hurriedly clearing to make way for the glowing disc.

You see how the rose spins and how each petal represents the layers of power of living in his world as his queen. Out of all the women in the world, he picks you. In his chaotic garden of danger, you are his rose.

Standing in your garden's wet grass, you are barefoot. You wish to cherish the moment. Closing your eyes you try to hear the dawn chorus of birds. Your ears are filled with sweetness.

Your love for him makes you want to weave his veins with yours.

He has given you this sense of freedom and safety. Your Bucky.

You feel a burning desire for him since you first met him. That red desire, it embodies how much power he holds over you. It is the power of a man, a mafia god.

Bucky is the man for you. He is the one who shaped you into the person you are now. The one who transformed you from a naive small-town girl to the virtuous possessor of everything, that you are today.

To have your body free for his use and care for his feelings is all you need to do. At night, the intimacy of the shared room is accompanied by moans. Each and every moan that he makes in that room as he touches every inch of your body.

It is in my heart that you are mine, but who is yours?

Bucky is a ruthless man in the world he lives in.

At first, you appeared to be a crimson rose in that park's garden, ready to be worn down by his love. Bucky destroys, and he has no concept of love. Until you appeared as though you were a beam of sunshine. He saw how the red dress wrapped around all of your curves like a scarlet bow. His gaze was drawn to you as a frail, innocent girl, oblivious to the world around her.

His first day with you is still fresh on his mind. It was that night that he claimed every part of your body for himself.

In the azure night, his dark blue eyes were fixed on the road ahead, rushing through the town's charcoal night streets.

Every decision he made was calculated, from the moment he met you to the moment you fell into his arms. You thought you had made a decision when in fact the decision was already made for you. He had to be loved. A decision he had made as desired.

The exquisite touch will ruin you. The romantic innocence from which you once drank has been robbed. The dark blush of his lust led you to sin. He loves you and desires to be with you.

There is passion and journey and the buried flesh of the unconscious, and the only victim is you.

He meticulously created this red love by hand. He created you in his love, with your sweet spirit and your beautiful smile. Your lips glimmer with lust, your voice soothes, and your touch subdue.

It was difficult to resist the shiver of joy at his devouring gaze when you cast a couple of glances his way. His jaw clenched and his eyes were fixed in your direction.

A pair of hands that are both thick, callous, and tender at the same time. The trail that’s left behind was engulfed in flames. Leaving you completely burnt for him. As his fingertips caressed the inside of your thigh, he took and relished its tenderness.

That night was the first time Bucky made you his. And that night you learned a much familiar truth. One that brings you simmering comfort now.

The flower growing over your heart reaches out to him when you have nothing else on your mind but for him.

Each room of the mansion is covered in the jam color of roses. Every morning, he'll leave you a note telling you what to do. Live this lucid life thinking you had all the freedom in the world, but all freedom belongs to him. It was only to him that you gave. He came and took. You crave for something else than becoming a mob boss's wife.

“Take your clothes off for me, trandafirul meu.”

As you go back, your devious smirk comes on your face, your lustrous eyes never leaving him as you comply with his instructions. You're used to being able to please Bucky.

His expression is hungry and voracious as if he is going to swallow you. Embraced by something that is far greater than simple seductive passion.

A quiet, pleased moan escapes his lips as he reaches for his enormous bulge, tugging himself out of the dark black slacks seams. When he sees you undress, he strokes his cock slowly and appreciatively, sliding his bottom lip between his teeth.

Bucky isn't surprised when you take your time. Hands stroking slowly and seductively across your flesh.

“How do you want me, tonight?”

You whisper a hot groan into his ear as you press him onto the bed, your lips seductively caressing his earlobe for a brief second before drawing back. You brush your lips over his before putting a lingering kiss on the corner of his mouth, your gaze fixated on his as the words he allows send shivers down your spine.

It nearly seems like love the way you glide your fingertips down his skin. When you offer yourself to him, your arms wrap around him like chains, clinging to his flesh like lovers do. How you trace lazy patterns on his flesh, how you unintentionally gravitate towards him.

And you, don't waste any time.

You end the night with his cock in your pussy and the fragrance of you on him. And he sees bricks of blood - red hues in the atmosphere, as well as bouquets in the air. He sees love transferring him to a changing area.

He has so many unspoken wishes. When he touches you, the roots of your flower grow deeper into your heart; when you kiss him, his eyelids close.

As you caress his skin in such a gentle way, there seems to almost be an element of love in it for him. Almost.

Observing the roses from the vantage point of the raindrops, it looks as if the petals are being caressed. The roses cling to love; everyone yearns for it. You clung onto love.

When you first fell in love, love had an entirely different meaning, but now power is all you want. Your true love.

You lay your forehead on his and breathe in his power as if it were more vital than oxygen. You give him a kiss. Partly because you can't waste an opportunity. Partly because you can't stop yourself, and partly because you believe Bucky deserves more kisses in his life.

This red dress brought you a world, and Bucky was a dread soul when you both first met.

You had planned the entire encounter in order to take over his life. He rots in your garden's spirit, becoming the fuel that allows the roses to thrive.

The petals fall from your hand into the soil. You step on a crimson splash, and the brown dirt eats it up.

You remember when his face was a stoned lust red, his blue eyes were filled with drops of his favorite color, and his mouth was wet and open. It was the first time you fell in love with his greed. Not him.

Power's greed.

He created this universe with you, and you ruin him for the sake of your own lust.

Gently, without compromising your position, you make him kneel before you. It never occurred to the gardeners that they needed a mob body in the garden to bring beauty to the roses.

I admire my world and the garden admires your love.

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Pretty Little Thing Part 1

18+ Minors dni

Mob!Bucky x f reader, Rumlow x reader (forced marriage) A/N: This is going to be in parts because it was getting way too long for a one shot. Felt like writing some protective Mob Bucky because he is an absolute treasure. Rumlow is a piece of shit. Please like, comment and reblog! <3

Warnings: ANGST, forced marriage, swearing, abusive marriage

Word count: 1.8k

Bucky reluctantly got in the SUV after Steve nagged him for 2 hours about the importance of maintaining civil relationships with business partners and rivals.

“You know what they say punk, keep your friends close and your enemies closer”

Bucky groaned, adjusting the gun in his holster wondering how he let Steve convince him to meet with Brock Rumlow again.

He had zero interest in having any business dealings with Rumlow; he had agreed to a meeting to maintain an air of peace. Though they were both part of the same world, Bucky had some morals.

As they neared the residence, something was different this time. Bucky frowned, wondering why the mansion they were pulling up to looked so…homely. A trail of flower bushes lined the gravel road to the entrance. A large garden swing sat on the lawn. Rumlow didn’t seem like the type to sit outside on a sunny day to lounge on a garden swing. Not unless someone half naked was on it. The large balcony that was typically occupied with the women Rumlow was entertaining that week was empty. Instead 2 guards that had previously never been seen had taken up residence at the main door.

“He’s up to something, this man didn’t suddenly turn into Mr. Rogers” Steve shook his head, doing a quick pat down of his weapons before exiting the vehicle.

The inside was no better; a giant bouquet of flowers sat in an ornate vase beside the stair case. The curtains had been opened, allowing natural light to pour through the living room. A number of family photos had been placed above the fireplace, replacing a previous cigar collection.

“Gentleman!” Rumlow descended the stairs, flashing them an unnaturally bright smile.

Bucky nodded, his stoic face unchanged. “I see you’ve made some changes”

“All this,” Rumlow gestured around him, “is for my beautiful new wife”

Steve hoped Rumlow didn’t hear him choke though Bucky definitely did, struggling to hide his smirk.

“Didn’t think you’d be one to settle down” Bucky said coolly, wondering which woman of the week he had convinced to marry him.

“You would too Barnes, if you got lucky enough to find a woman like mine. Let me introduce you!”

Before Bucky could protest (though secretly curious to know who would agree to marry such a creature), Rumlow called for you.

“Y/n, sweetheart, come down, meet my business partners!” “We’re not bu-”

Bucky immediately stopped upon seeing you descend the stairs. That wasn’t who he was expecting.

You quietly padded down the stairs in a simple white sun dress that stopped just above your knees, the soft material flowing between your legs with each step. Your hair cascaded down, softly bouncing as you approached them. As you neared, Bucky noticed the finer details that just added to your beauty. The small beauty marks on your skin that made you unique, the curve of your jaw, the way you nervously bit you bottom lip, the soft light color you had painted on your toes. Fuck you were angelic.

You stood quietly by Rumlows side, nearly hiding behind him, glancing at the two very handsome men that visited your home. If you’d even call it a home.

“She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she?”

Bucky and Steve stood in stunned silence, nodding after a moment. Rumlow smirked, getting the exact reaction he wanted.

“Barnes, Rogers, this is y/n, my sweet wife” Rumlow firmly gripped your waist, pulling you forward while placing a possessive kiss on your neck, his lips lingering on your skin for longer than necessary. You squirmed slightly, immediately stopping when you felt his fingers dig into your skin.

“Pleasure to meet you y/n” The handsome blonde gave you a soft smile, extending his hand. You hesitated before taking his hand; his hold felt firm, safe.

“Y/n, this is James Barnes and Steve Rogers, they came to discuss some of our business trades”

You smiled softly, nodding keeping your gaze down. You fidgeted with the large diamond ring that sat on your finger, the heavy rock a harsh contrast to your simple appearance.

“Gentleman follow me, we can discuss everything in the office. Y/n darling, prepare us some drinks please”

The office looked the same as the last time Bucky had been there; a large solid wood desk with simple arm chairs surrounding it and a large couch off to the side. Everything was the same except for one stark difference; a large wedding portrait hung on the wall behind Rumlow’s desk. He looked proud, as if he had captured the prey he prowled after, his arm draped possessively around you waist. You were in a plain white silk wedding dress, both your hands clasped around a bouquet of blood red roses. You’re lips were curved up in a small smile but your eyes looked lost, devoid of happiness.

“Take a seat, y/n please” Rumlow gestured for you to pour them their drinks while they sat. Another change; there were no longer maids or butlers in the house. There were security guards that walked the perimeter and few in the halls but the many women that previously waited on Rumlow hand and foot were nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t see any of your other….assistants?” Steve wasn’t sure how to refer to the lack of help. He knew for a fact Rumlow had them around for more than just cleaning the house.

“Ah, no need for them when I have this angel here. Got rid of them all after we got married”

He grinned at you, pawing at your waist as you dropped a few ice cubes into the crystal glasses. Your body tensed under his touch, quickly pouring the whisky so you could leave the room. Your nervous movements caused a splash of the dark liquid to spill onto Bucky’s shirt.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes” You looked up wide eyed, frantically grabbing a cloth to dry off the spill. Your hands trembled as you quickly dabbed his chest, feeling the hard muscle under tense.

“It’s okay doll” The name rolled off his tongue with such ease before Bucky could catch himself. He took the napkin from your hand and set it on the table, giving you a soft smile. His eyes were a stunning piercing blue and you felt yourself get lost in them for a moment, collecting yourself when you heard a cough from your husband.

“That’ll be all y/n. Sorry gentleman, she’s still learning” Rumlow gave you a nod, smiling, however his voice and eyes were cold as they bore into you. You nodded, quickly retreating to your room before they could see the tears fall.

Steve shifted uncomfortably, while Bucky’s jaw clenched.

“Learning?” Bucky’s voice was cold. He already had no interest to be here but seeing the way you were treated angered him more.

“Yes Barnes, learning” Rumlow’s was voice equally cold, his hospitable demeanour slowly crumbling seeing the way you looked at Bucky.

“And how did she agree to this marriage in the first place?” Bucky sat back in his chair, genuinely curious to know how you ended up in his hellhole.

“Truthfully, that’s none of your business Barnes”

“We can talk about this first Brock” Steve said lowly, his hand gripping the arm of the chair to keep from punching the man’s jaw out of place.

“I don’t have to explain anything to you Barnes, or you Rogers, you came here to talk business,” Rumlow glared at the men, realizing the conversation would not move forward unless they got their answer. “But since you seem so keen, it was for her benefit”

“Benefit?”

“Her family owed me a large sum of money they couldn’t repay. Millions. I spared them in exchange for her”

Bucky felt sick, anger beginning to cloud his judgement. He should have known you would have been forced into this arrangement against your will. Steve sensed his friends change in mood, tapping his knee, signalling for him to cool down.

“So you forced her to be your wife?”

“Hardly”, Rumlow replied coolly, sipping his whiskey. “She agreed to the marriage in exchange for her family’s life”

“She’s a person Rumlow, you don’t trade lives for your benefit. She’s had to sacrifice her whole life for her own family, what the hell have you given her in exchange for it!?” Steve felt his own composure beginning to falter.

“ I’ve made plenty of sacrifices for her!” Disgust dripped from his voice when he mentioned you. “Do you see any women walking around this fucking place? Not one maid, no whores, all of them gone for her. I’ve remodelled the house according to her likings; I have not touched her once until she agrees. She is getting everything according to her needs, the least she can do is learn to pour a glass of whiskey”

Rumlow’s chest was heaving his frustrations grew. He knew your family would have paid the money off eventually but he wanted you. The pretty, sweet, angelic looking thing that sat on the swing in front of your family’s home, nose tucked in a book. So he made an offer. All debt’s cleared in an exchange of marriage. You protested, so he made another offer. He would change, become a better man. No more women, he would change his home to resemble your own. He wouldn’t lay a finger on you until you consented.

“You’re proud of not touching someone who doesn’t want to be with you in the first place?” Bucky scoffed, his hand itching to pull the gun from his holster.

It had been 6 months since the wedding and his patience was growing thin. The marriage had never been consummated and Rumlow was only willing to play his part for so long. He’d get what he wanted if you were not going to give it to him willingly.

“I’ve had to keep it in my pants for 6 months Barnes, I think I’ve been pretty generous, don’t you think?” Rumlow smirked, enjoying the reaction he was getting out of Bucky.

The floor screeched as Bucky stood out of his chair, heading straight for the door. A minute longer and a bullet would have found its way between Rumlow’s eyes. Steve followed without a word, as Rumlow sat back in his chair finishing off his whiskey.

In the car, Steve glanced at Bucky, shaking his head, knowing where his friends head was at.

“Be careful Buck”

“About?”

“I saw how you looked at her. Called her doll right in front of that piece of shit, God knows what he’s going to do to her now”

Bucky groaned, closing his eyes as you clouded his thoughts. Your bare feet softly padding down the stairs, your hair slightly tousled. Your soft y/e/c eyes that pleaded for forgiveness. The tear that slipped and rolled down your cheek. He noticed.

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The Teacher and the Mob Boss

Pairing: Mob! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Very short mention of an traumatic childhood

I'm froom Germany so please excuse my English an possible mistakes.

enjoy:)

With a deep breath I turn off the engine of my car, let my forehead sink against the steering wheel and close my eyes. I struggle with the need to simply drive home again and snuggle into my bed, which I had to leave far too early this morning. But since I have to finance my love of food, wine and Netflix somehow, I quickly dismiss these thoughts and reluctantly open the car door to get out.

Immediately, the cool September air surrounds me and makes me shiver, in small but steady steps mother nature heralds the autumn and makes the trees that surround the school shine in the most colorful colors.

After grabbing my work bag and locking my car, I walk across the already well-filled school parking lot towards the main entrance. As I have done so many times before, I take the direct route to my classroom and unlock the door, which I immediately let fall back into the lock behind me so that I can enjoy the peace and quiet for a little while longer. I have already done most of the preparations during the holydays, so now I only have to wait for my 2nd graders,to greet them.

I'm just picturing the new school year in my mind when the door to my classroom is yanked open and my colleague is standing in front of me with her eyes wide open, clutching a single piece of paper in her left hand while still holding the doorknob with her right. Her chest rises rapidly and she is audibly out of breath.

I raise an eyebrow questioningly, "Good morning Wanda, is this your new way of early morning exercise?" I grin at her, however this is not reciprocated by her.

"How can you please be in such a good mood?", uncomprehending I look at her, with a shrug of my shoulders I let her know that I have no idea what she means. Wordlessly she hands me the paper.

"This is my class list, I already went through it during the holydays." I look at Wanda over the edge of the paper, her breathing has calmed down by now, but her eyes still look at me uncomprehendingly and also a bit pitifully.

"(y/n) you should read through the letter "B" again more carefully.", I let my eyes glide over the relevant place and indeed, there is a name there that I haven’t read before.

"Charlotte Barnes?", I draw my eyebrows together.

"She was enrolled during the vacations, and her father went to see the principal himself for this."

"Since when does Mr. Stark let parents interfere with his free time? And why are you making such a drama over a new kid?"

"We're talking about Barnes (y/n), James Barnes, Charlotte is his daughter, Barnes daughter will be going to this school, your class to be exact. James Barnes is the biggest ma..." The shrill ringing of the school bell snaps us out of our conversation, I jump up from my chair and rush to the door to greet my students. I look expectantly at Wanda and ask her to leave with a wave of my hand

"(y/n) please listen to m.."

"Wanda not now, I have to greet my students, we will talk later." It is clear to see that Wanda does not like this suggestion, however, she reluctantly leaves my classrooms. After I greet all my students and everyone has found a seat, I go through the attendance list, only to notice that one child is missing."

"Do any of you happen to know where Charlotte Barnes is?" no sooner do I finish this sentence than the door to my classroom is yanked open for the second time that day. Standing in the doorway is a tall, broad built man with ice blue eyes and dark blonde hair, in total contrast to him is a small, petite girl standing in front of him holding the straps of her "Paw Patrol" backpack tightly in her hands, she gives me a bright smile that reveals a gap in her teeth. With firm steps she approaches me and extends a hand "Hi, my name is Charlotte, sorry we're late but Uncle Stevie took too long to do my hair." I get down to her eye level, look briefly at her admittedly rather crooked braids and smile at her "Good morning Charlotte, my name is Mrs. (y/l/n), glad you're here, would you like to go ahead and find a seat." the little girl nods, beaming, and goes to find an empty seat.

"Mrs. (y/l/n) could I speak to you for a moment." "Uncle Stevie" nods his head towards the hallway, at my slight nod, he disappears towards the hallway

"Kids I'll be right back with you, you can talk quietly with each other for so long." No sooner have I spoken than the kids start whispering to each other about their vacation, I on the other hand follow "Uncle Stevie" out into the hallway.

"Mrs. (y/l/n), my name is Steve Rogers and I'm really sorry we were late, I just really don't have much practice with hair clips, usually her dad does her hair, he just had some urgent business to take care of."

"Mr. Rogers, as long as this tardiness was a one-time thing, it's really not a problem, however, I have to admit that it's very unusual for a child to not be brought by their parents on their first day at a new school, if they are still in the child's life."

"Believe me, her father would have loved to bring her, however, he really had to make this appointment urgently." Mr. Rogers takes a step toward me and eyes me appraisingly.

"I understand, however, in my opinion, work should never come before one's child, now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my class."

Without waiting for a proper response, I give him a curt nod, turn and walk back to my classroom. As I stand in front of my class, I briefly gather my thoughts and try to banish the emerging images from my childhood back into the last cells of my consciousness, where they have been tucked away as best I can for years. Afterwards, I put on my best, if not most honest, smile for my class and begin the lesson.

The school day ends faster than I'd like and before I know it, I'm saying goodbye to my students and handing them over to their parents or the bus drivers.

Now it's just Charlotte and me standing in front of the school waiting for "Uncle Stevie" who’s going to pick Charlotte up.

Just as she is about to tell me her favorite dogs from "Paw Patrol", she interrupts herself with a loud "Papa" and rushes towards a tall man, who takes her in his arms, beaming with joy, and hugs her tightly. Slowly, I walk in their direction so as not to interrupt their greeting. When I finally stand in front of them, Charlotte grins at me and introduces me to her father: "Papa, this is Mrs. (y/l/n), she's my teacher and really nice." He takes note of this information with a grumbling "mhm" and grins at me before turning his attention back to his daughter, "Monkey, will you wait for me in the car, I'd like to talk to Mrs. (y/l/n) for a minute." He then holds the door of a white shiny Mercedes open for her to, which for some reason I hadn't noticed before, and helps her to fasten her seatbelt, when he has turned his back to me I start to examine him, in size and muscle mass he is in no way inferior to Mr. Rogers, his hair is cut short and only single strands of his brown hair hang down into his face. His steel-blue eyes are accentuated even more by his dark-blue designer suit, so that one could sink into it. I am able to escape my thoughts just in time as he carefully slams the door to his car, in which Charlotte is apparently engrossed in a radio play. He gives me a wry smile and extends his hand to me, "Hello Mrs. (y/l/n), my name is James Barnes, am Charlie's father, I thought I'd introduce myself since I learned through Steve that you think it's inappropriate for parents not to be present on the first day of school." Surprised, I look at his face, where a smug grin forms. Before I can answer him, he circles his car and opens the door, but before he gets in, he calls out to me, "It was nice to meet you, I'm sure we'll see more of each other." Puzzled, I look after the car as it drives away. My stupor doesn't last long, however, because shortly afterwards I feel someone approach me.

"I see you've met Mr. Barnes." Wanda looks at me auspicious, as if I've just revealed a huge secret, yet I can also see a spark of concern flashing in her green eyes.

"Yes I did, and I can tell you, I'm not a fan of him." I cross my arms in front of my chest and turn to her "he's arrogant and smug" a disdainful snort escapes me as my gaze settles back on the spot where his car was just a few minutes ago.

"(y/n), you should really be careful with him and not give him a reason to get angry." she gently places her hands on my folded arms, a silent plea to look her in the face.

"Why would I do that, I'm not going to treat him any different than any other parent, just because he walks around here in designer suits and whizzes by in luxury cars doesn't make him any better. Who does he think he is anyway."

"He's the biggest and most dangerous mob boss in our country, that's who he is."

And with this sentence from Wanda, the air gets stuck in my throat, and I look at her with eyes widened in terror.

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The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes Part 1 - Interview // The maid of Mr. Barnes Masterlist Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: You have an interview for the maid job.

A/N: The first chapter of my new series about Bucky as a mobster and Reader as his new maid. I’m really excited about this story and I hope you will like it. Enjoy!

You are in the middle of nowhere. Acres of clear meadows surround you with forests in the background. Colorful wildflowers decorate the tall grass. Blooming red poppies cover the peaceful scenery. They ripple under the slight breeze of summer. The sun is at the top of the clear sky, warming your skin as you push yourself closer to the window. You can feel its heat on your shoulder. The bus slowly rocks under you with every hump and turn. The muscles of your legs flex as you try to keep your balance on your seat. Your eyes are on the view as you search for your destination. Nobody told you you have to go out to the middle of nowhere. Nobody told you that Mr. Barnes lives so far away from the city.

"Hey, Miss," the driver calls out for you as the bus stops with a loud creak. He glances at you over his shoulder. "This is your stop." You frown at his words but still move to get off the vehicle with a soft thank you. "And where should I go?" You turn back to the bus, looking up at the man behind the wheel. "Go straight, miss. You won't miss it." Well, if Mr. Barnes doesn't live in a tree, you are sure you won't miss it. "Thank you," you sigh, nodding at the driver as the doors of the bus close in front of you.

Soon, the bus departs, leaving you on the side of the road. There is a wooden board with a riding school name on it. A painted white horse looks back at you above the crooked letters. The dirt road behind it leads into the forest with muddy wheel tracks. The musky scent of the animals slaps you across the face as the light wind swirls in the air. The heavy smell settles in your nostrils.

Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you turn to the other way to continue your journey to the given address.

The agency you work for called you a few days ago with an offer. They told you somebody needs a maid and asked if you are interested. You would have to move in, and it pays well. It was everything you wanted, but there was a catch. Of course, there is always a catch. You would work for Mr. Barnes. The mob boss. One of the leaders of the Avengers.

You heard of them before like everyone else. The gang rules the city and a lot of others. Some say they are harmless if you don't cross their way, while others are sure they are cruel and ready to kill you even because of a glance. You don't know who you should believe. You never had to care about them until now. But right now, you are in great need of a job and money, and you are not in the position to be picky. At this point, you don't care if Mr. Barnes is a gangster or a baker if he pays you well.

Almost half an hour later, you find the right road that leads you to the mansion. You can barely see the white building behind the tall brick wall that encircles the whole estate.

Well, at least he doesn't live in a tree.

You glance down at your watch with a relieved sigh. You still have five minutes until the interview. You are surprised you get here on time. There was a point in your journey when you were sure the bus driver made a fool of you. You stop in front of the iron gate, smoothing out the invisible wrinkles on your clothes. There is a panel on the wall with a blank screen. You frown at it. What should you do with it? You are ready to panic when a voice breaks your confused state from nowhere. Jumping at the sudden noise, you look up at the cameras that turn your way in sync with the question. "Who are you?" "I'm Y/N," you speak up after a few seconds of hesitation. You grimace when you hear the trembling of your voice. "I'm here for the interview for the maid position." "Come in," somebody answers, and with that, the gate opens just enough to let you in. It creaks and groans.

A gravel road leads you to the building, splitting in two with a fountain in the middle. Water falls from the top with an elegant curve. Well-kept trees and bushes follow you on your way. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers. Small pebbles creak under your steps, and a man already waits for you on the marble porch. He wears jeans and a simple shirt. The fabric does nothing to hide his muscled body.

"Good morning," you speak up first, trying to put on your bravest face. A small jerk of the man's lips tells you that your attempt is unsuccessful. "Good morning," he says, holding out his hand for a shake when you reach him. "Sam Wilson." "Y/N Y/L/N," you introduce yourself, grabbing his warm hand. His squeeze is gentle and doesn't last longer than a second. "Come on in," he says. "I hope it's not a problem if we look into your bag. It's a protocol." "It's okay," you hum, following him into the building. What could your answer be? No? You didn't come all the way to back out now because they want to see what is in your bag.

A small room opens from the foyer. A man sits behind a desk full of computers. With a quick glance, you can see a lot of different parts of the house on the screens. Mr. Barnes really protects his place, huh? "Y/N, he is Phil," Sam says, introducing you to the man. "If you get the job, you will meet him often." "Hello," you wave at him awkwardly. "Ms. Y/L/N," he nods your way, taking your bag from your hand to look into it. "Can I trust you enough to believe you don't have any bug on you?" Your eyes widen at Sam's words. "A what?" You ask back. "A listening device," he explains. "Oh," you gasp. "No. I-I have nothing on me besides... clothes." You are not sure you would let them search you even though you really need the job. "Okay," Phil speaks up, giving you back your bag. "It's clear." "Great," Sam nods, touching your elbow for a second to goad you to the stairs. "We will talk in my office if it's okay with you?" "Sure," you nod, following up to the second floor.

You are confused about where Mr. Barnes is, but after some thinking, it's obvious he wouldn't waste his time on you. You are sure he has much more important things to do than questioning somebody for a maid position.

The house is beautiful with natural colors and huge windows. Expensive paintings hang on the walls with more expensive furniture and decorations all around the place. After a few turns, you entirely lost yourself in the corridors, almost walking into the man when he stops in front of a door.

"Sit down, please," he says, motioning you to one of the chairs in front of a huge mahogany desk. "So, Y/N Y/L/N," he starts, sitting down on his chair, and leaning back on it. "You live in the city with one of your friends, correct?" "Yes," you nod, surprised. Sam smiles at you apologetically, seeing your shock. "Background check," he says. "I hope you understand." "Yes," you nod. It doesn't mean you feel comfortable with it. What do they know about you already? "And you have already worked as a maid before," he states. "Yes," you nod again. "For two years. And before it, I worked in hotels." "So you know what you would have to do here. Bucky doesn't ask much, just basic cleaning and keeping everything organized. He has a chef and a few gardeners. They come and go every few days. And a team comes a few times a month for deep cleaning." You nod. It's a relief. You don't know how you could keep this place clean alone all the time. You would need a week just to wash the windows. "If you get the job, you would have to live here. Is it okay?" "Yes." "And I guess you already know about what we do?" "Yes." Your lips are dry, and you have to force your leg not to bounce. Everybody knows what they do. "I shouldn't even say this, but this job requires discretion. I'm sure you will see and hear things that may disturb you, but Bucky needs someone who can keep her mouth shut and turn a blind eye on things." "I can do that," you reply a bit too quickly. "I mean, I will try... I hope." "It's okay, Y/N," Sam smiles at you warmly. "It's understandable you are a bit nervous." Nervous doesn't describe how you really feel. A job interview is already stressful enough without meeting with gangsters. "A lot of our men sleep here from time to time, or they even move in when needed. All of us have our own rooms, and it's not your job to keep them tidy, but they still need cleaning from time to time. And the same goes for the offices. Most of your job will be in the common rooms and what they ask you to do. Is it okay?" "Yes," you nod. "I can even help in the kitchen or in the garden," you offer, hoping you don't sound too desperate. "Can you cook?" "Yes." You are not a master chef, but nobody complained before. "And the garden?" "I learn quickly." "That's a good thing in this house. Do you have anything else to say?" "I guess you already know everything," you tell him after some thinking. You hope the sarcasm isn't so obvious in your tone. "That's probably true," he nods. "If that's it, we are done here. I will call you this week with the decision, but I wouldn't be worried if I were you. For obvious reasons, not many people applied for this job." You don't feel better after his comment. Maybe applying for the job was a mistake? The others maybe know something you don't? You stand up from your seat, unsure about what to do next. Is it really over? "You can go, Y/N," he nods, busying himself with a document in front of him. "Thank you," you reply in the end, making your way to the door with a last glance back to the man. "Have a nice day, Mr. Wilson."

The moment you touch the handle, the door bursts open, almost hitting you on the face. A loud gasp breaks up from your chest as you jump back. "Oh!" A man stops at the doorway, looking at you with shock. "I'm sorry." "It's okay," you croak out. "I'm fine." "Are you here for the job?" "Yes," you nod. "We are finished just now," Sam says. "Steve, let Y/N go on her way. I'm sure she has already fed up with us." Sam's voice is cheeky and humorous as the blond man in front of you steps out of your way to let you leave. "Have a nice day," you tell them again as a goodbye.

A relieved sigh leaves your lips as you step out of the room before you stop in your tracks. Where did you come from?

"You are a bastard, Sam," Steve says to his friend after the door closes behind him with a soft click. A devilish smile pulls on his lips. "She will wrap Bucky around her little finger within a minute." Steve Rogers knows his best friend and the type of women Bucky likes. And you are just the type. "He deserves it after making fun of me so many times because of Leila." A muffled knock cuts into their conversation before Steve can answer. "Yes?" The blond man opens the door, becoming face to face with you once again. "Did you forget something?" "I..." you clear your throat. "I don't know where the exit is," you confess. Your skin heats up, and the men's laugh doesn't help your embarrassment even though their amusement is not mocking. You don't want to know what they may think of you now. The silly girl can't even find her way out of the building that's bigger than all of the houses she lived in her whole life. "I will show you," Steve offers, looking back at Sam over his shoulder. "We will talk later."

"I'm Steve Rogers, by the way," he introduces himself formally, walking beside you. "Y/N Y/L/N," you reply. "I didn't see your car outside." "I came by bus," you shrug. "Bus?" He asks, surprised. "I will take you home." It's not an offer. It's a statement. "You don't have to," you argue softly anyway. "I'm sure you have more important things to do." "It's fine, Y/N," he smiles at you. His crystal blue eyes gleam under the rays of sunshine filtering through the windows. "Thank you," you reply at the end. Arguing with Steve would probably be futile, so you don't even try it. If he wants to take you home, so be it. You would have to wait for the next bus for an hour anyway.

You are happy the interview is over. Both Sam and Steve seem nice, but you know better than to trust their facade. They are dangerous men, and you still didn't meet with your boss.

Mr. Barnes.

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Is it a crime?

Chapter 7

Pairing: mob boss!Bucky Barnes x mob boss!reader

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: badly written smut, ANGST!, pregnancy tests, pregnancy, mentions of cemetery, Bucky messing shit up,

A/N: I’m slightly sorry for this! Also I’m having problems with links and tagging. For anyone on my current tag list I’m so sorry if you get more than one notification from me for this chapter I have no idea what’s going on with dumblr!!

Series Masterlist

Ch. 6

The rhythmic thump of the music could be felt throughout the building. It was the grand opening of the club and while all of your guests were set up in the VIP section you were still finishing some things up. Truth be told you were slightly nervous. There was no going back and things had been almost too quiet for your liking. But you knew Pierce’s game too well. He would let you have your fun tonight and strike while he thought you would be getting comfortable. So you kept your guard up, especially after Steve had been shot. It had been a whole month since the incident and although the trigger men had been dealt with whoever sent the order was running around free. The red skulls weren’t making big moves either. Just enough to keep Bucky and Sam busy.

A knock at your door has you shifting your focus from your paperwork. You smile when you see the man before you.

“Rocket, you've finally decided to join us.”

“Yeah Well what can I say? California was treating me right.” He says as he sat down across from you. He had been part of Peter's crew and he was an amazing thief. Although he could be cranky most of the time he was also very sensitive. He was known to go off on anyone that would compare him to a raccoon. But he was short, slightly hairy and had raccoon-like features.

“So I take it the deal is good to go?”

“Everything is smoothed out with Killmonger. It’s just a matter of giving him the go ahead. Same goes with Everett.”

“Good. I didn’t want to deal with him, he can be a real pain in the ass.”

“Maybe it’s the cold weather. Anyway I’m gonna go say hi to the rest of the gang.” He stands up quickly.

“Wait, I’ll walk out with you,” You say as you get up from your desk.

Taking the paperwork you had been reading and placing it in a drawer. You smooth out your black dress as you head out of your office with Rocket at your side. He fills you in on his trip as you walk down the hallway but you both stop at the doorway. He heads toward the private section where the rest of the group is and you head toward the vip section.

The music is deafening once you leave the quiet hall. But opening night has been a success. The vip section is completely booked and the dance floor on the lower level is packed. The lights are low, only the colorful stage lights that seem to dance to the music fill the otherwise dark room. You head toward the booth you know is holding your next possible allies and the people part like the Red Sea for you. The two men you came to see are in a deep discussion, one clean shaven, wearing a Henley and most likely some jeans while his counterpart is in a button down, slacks and has a nicely groomed beard. You smile when you make eye contact.

“There you are. I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

“Me forget about you? Come on Drysdale, I know better than that.” You say as you finally stop in front of them. “Barber, are you having a good time?”

“We are honey, thanks for the invite.” He smiles up at you and it makes you wonder how someone like him ended up in this world.

Andy Barber and Ransom Drysdale were half brothers and they ruled Boston. Before everything happened your family had deals with theirs. You wanted to negotiate some terms and start working with them again. Andy was the businessman, if you wanted anything to happen you had to get to him and he wasn’t afraid to do the work. Ransom was a bit of a wildcard but he was great with strategies, especially if someone came trying to start trouble. He was more impulsive though he didn’t necessarily like to get his hands dirty. They made a good team.

Ransom stood up, placed his hands around your waist and pulled you into him. He gave you a cocky smirk as he looked down at you.

“Why don’t you show me that office of yours and we can start the real party.”

“Drysdale, I have at least three people with guns pointed at you. All I have to do is give them a sign and they’ll shoot, I suggest you let me go.” You say jokingly.

“High risk high reward baby.” He smirked before placing a kiss on your cheek and you laughed as you smacked his chest.

“Listen gentlemen, enjoy your night. I’ll be back over later and we can discuss terms.” You say loud enough for them to hear.

Andy reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out an envelope. “Here are our conditions.”

You wink in his direction as you take the envelope before turning and walking away.

People move out of your way again as you move down to the other side of the vip section. A much rowdier crowd waited for your arrival. You’re swept up in one quick motion and if it wasn’t because you knew who it was, he’d be dead on the floor already.

“Thor Odinson, put me down.” You said with a laugh.

He did as you asked but brought you into a hug. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt under a suit jacket and matching slacks. His long blond hair was pulled up into a messy bun and he had the most brilliant smile.

“How have you been?” His voice somehow still booms over the music.

“Good, I’m happy you were able to make it.”

Thor grabs his drink off the table and salutes you before finishing it off. “I’m happy to be here and I can’t wait to see what we can do together.” He pulls an envelope out of his jacket and hands it to you. You smile and take it.

“I'll come by later and we can discuss terms, in the meantime enjoy yourself.” You say before wave at his own security, Brunnhilde.

Thor and his brother Loki, ran Miami. It was a good thing to have them as business partners since they also had some of the best people making their drugs. It was the highest quality and that’s why he was on top of the world. That and as adorable as he looked, Thor was ruthless and no one dared get in his way.

As much as you wanted to go and join your group in the private area you knew you had to review these possible deals so you head back to your office. You make a mental note to not stay more than half an hour tops, you did want to celebrate. This club was bringing you one step closer to what you wanted to do.

You weren’t alone for long. There’s a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Bucky. He was dressed in his signature all black suit and button down. You smiled at him but noticed his expression was unusually serious. He looked like a man on a mission.

“Everything ok?” You ask as you stand to make your way around the desk to lean against it.

His eyes traveled the length of your body, taking in the slit in your dress and the cut of it that revealed some of your cleavage. Bucky caged you in, his cologne was intoxicating. His hands were on either side of you. His expression softened when you smiled up at him but only slightly.

“Not really.” He finally says.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you really working with Barber and Drysdale?”

“Yes, we have some enemies and goals in common. This partnership helps both of those things.”

He hums as he studies your face. Bucky’s eyes darken as they move from your eyes to your mouth and down to your chest.

“You know with all this red skull bullshit I’ve been so busy I don’t even remember the last time I saw you.” He runs his knuckle back and forth on your cheek before he moves his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. “I was looking forward to spending some time with you tonight. But imagine my disappointment when I have to watch those two idiots out there put their hands on you.”

You smirk up at him. “My my, someone sounds jealous.” You reply as your hands run up his arms and stop around his neck. There was something about when he got possessive that turned you on. The thrill of him acting out because of it shot straight to your core. “Is that what it is? Did you want all of my attention to yourself? You don’t like it when other men put their hands on me?” You bump your nose against his.

“I’ve decided to break my one rule with you. Guess I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.”

You raise an eyebrow but you’re thrilled at the possibility of finally being with Bucky. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it behind him. Then he grabs your hips and lifts you so that you’re completely seated on the desk. Excitement and need pools between your legs at the heated gaze Bucky sends your way as his hand disappears under the slit of your dress. You part your legs willingly for him and he rips off the panties you had been wearing and pushes your dress up.

You gasp when you feel his fingers move through your already glistening folds as he gathers your slick.“So wet for me already baby?” He brings his fingers to his mouth and groans as he cleans them off.

“Just as sweet as I remember.” His thumb circles your clit slowly and you moan. “Do you remember how good I made you feel? How good you were for me?”

“Y-yes, Bucky please.” You beg, your lips against his. “I wanna feel you.” You say before you kiss him and taste yourself on his tongue.

“Don’t you remember? I gotta get you ready first.”

Bucky pushes one finger in and curses under his breath when he feels you clench around his finger. He takes his time as he begins to pump his finger before adding another and moving a bit faster.

“Oh fuck.” You say as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Please, I’m so close.”

Bucky picks up his pace and flexes his fingers until he finds your g-spot. Your eyes roll back when you hear him whisper in your ear. “Come for me.” You do just as he says as you moan his name.

You’ve barely come down from your high when you hear the sound of a belt being undone and then a zipper being opened. Subconsciously you lick your lips as Bucky pulls himself out. You forgot how big he truly was, when you look up he’s smirking down at you.

“I swear if you-“ you are interrupted by Bucky sliding his hardened length through your folds, the head of his cock hitting your now sensitive clit. It sends a shiver up and down your spine every time he does it.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, fuck me already!” You whine. Your grip on his shoulders tighten as you finally feel him push in. The stretch is delicious and you throw your head back as the pleasure of being with Bucky consumes you. His lips settle on your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin. With his free hand he pulls down the top of your dress. His lips close around your now exposed nipple, his tongue swirling around your pebbled peak. You both groan when he finally bottoms out. “Please move.” You beg after a moment.

“Fuck, just give me a second. It’s been so long since I’ve had you like this.”

His words hit you square in the chest and the mood shifts from a quick fuck to something deeper. You pull him down for a kiss less driven by possessiveness and more by love and the reality that you can be with each other. Your fingers work quickly to unbutton his shirt before you start kissing his neck and move down to his chest.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered as your hands traveled over his now exposed skin. “I love you.” Your fingers run over some of the exposed scar tissue on his left shoulder and you press delicate kisses on the area.

“I love you too baby.” Bucky says before he rolls his hips. “You feel so good around me, just like I remember.”

He kisses you again not caring that he is ruining your lipstick. It’s all moans and soft touches but the pace he sets is fast and hard. He groans when you clench around his cock. Bucky reaches in between your bodies and begins to circle your clit again and all you can do is tighten your hold on him as he thrusts into you. You kiss and mark his skin while He mumbles sweet praises in your ear as he lays you down completely. You wrap your legs around his waist and you move your hips to meet his thrusts. Bucky cups and kneads your breast before leaving open mouth kisses in your chest.

“You’re so close again baby, I can feel it. Fuck, gripping me so tight. Are you going to be good for me and come one more time?”

You nod as you feel that familiar coil tighten low in your belly. Your hands are in his hair and you pull harshly causing Bucky to moan.

“Oh fuck, give me one more baby, come for me.”

His words send you over the edge, his name on your lips as you feel the rhythm he set falter as he reaches his own high. Both of you are a panting sweaty mess. Bucky rests his forehead against your chest and he feels when you begin to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“That’s one way to celebrate a grand opening.”

Bucky smiles when he looks up at you. He places one last kiss on your chest before standing up and slowly pulling out of you and tucking himself back in his pants. You whine at the loss of his warmth. Bucky offers you his hand to sit you back up and places a kiss on your forehead before walking over to your bathroom and grabbing some tissues to clean you both up.

“I ruined your makeup and your dress.” He mentions it casually.

“Can you try and not sound so smug about it.” You counter as you try to stand on wobbly legs. It didn’t help that you still had your heels on. Bucky wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. He helps you get to the bathroom. “I brought another outfit. I had a feeling you’d get like this.”

“Look who’s smug now. But maybe you should stay like this.” He gives you a quick peck. “Let them know you’re taken.”

You roll your eyes as you clean up your makeup. Bucky leans against the bathroom wall and watches you after getting redressed. After a few minutes you’re all set with another black dress similar to the first one you had. Bucky stands behind you as you make eye contact in the mirror and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You cup his cheek and smile at him before turning and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Do me a favor,” he says as he stands up straighter.

“Hhmm?”

“Be careful with Drysdale. He can’t be trusted.”

“Bucky we’re all mobsters none of us can be trusted.”

“You can trust me.” He pulls you closer to him. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know love, and I do trust you. But this is just business and really I’m working with Barber. He’s good at what he does and I’ve worked with him before. And if they try anything you can do whatever you want to defend my honor.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You smile up at him. “We should go, everyone will be wondering where we are.”

“Fine. But you owe me a night, just us at the hideout.”

“I can do that.” You smile at him.

He lets you go and you move out of the bathroom and into your office. You wanted to spend some time with your people and help them celebrate the success of the club.

“Shit I’ll be right there I have to take this.” Bucky said as he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. You nodded and walked out of the office and headed to the private room meant for you and your friends.

They cheer once you walk through the door behind the bar. Sam and Steve get up from their seats, each of them giving you a hug and congratulating you. You order your drink and sit with everyone just talking and enjoying their company.

One of the side doors opens and one of the security guards that should be posted at the main entrance stands in the doorway.

“Miss Y/L/N, your last guest is here.” He says and steps out of the way to reveal the last person you wanted to see.

Dot stands there with her usual curls and what you assume is either a light pink or white dress. Her smile is brilliant as she looks around the room.

“Oh I’m so happy all of Bucky’s friends are here.” She says as she walks further into the room. “I have some really exciting news.”

Sam and Steve look at each other before looking at you. Your smile had disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. Everyone in the room knew immediately that whatever happened next wasn’t going to be good.

Bucky was finally able to end the call after what felt like a lifetime. He was ready to relax and help you celebrate your success and the fact that Steve had recovered. But when he got to the private room something was off. Even with the music blasting out on the dance floor this room was quiet. Everyone stood towards the center of the room so he got closer to see what was happening. The last thing he expected was to find Dot there. When he got close enough she saw him and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.

“There you are honey. I was wondering where you were.” She said in a sickly sweet tone. Her lips were on his before he knew what was happening.

Bucky pulled back and looked in your direction and his heart dropped. He'd never seen you like this and he wasn’t sure what was going through your head. You looked more than annoyed at Dot’s presence, he could see the rage and something else in your eyes. But it wasn’t directed at the blonde, it was directed at him.

“Will you get off of me? What are you even doing here?” Bucky grabbed her hands and pulled them away from him. He looked over at Steve and Sam silently asking what was going on.

Sam shook his head, his expression serious and Steve would barely even look at him. His jaw tense as he stared daggers at Dot.

“Well I knew you would be here with all your friends so I thought what better time to tell everyone the great news.”

“What news?” What are you talking about?” He was annoyed that Dot was trying to ruin something else for him simply by being there. So her next words caught him completely by surprise.

“The baby.” She held up a sonogram. “Aren’t you excited we’re going to be parents.”

Bucky froze, there was no way this was real and that it was happening. Dot’s lips were moving but all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. When he looked at you he could see you were trying to fight back the tears. He was furious at Dot for setting something like this up.

“It’s so weird to think that I’m already 10 weeks along.” She placed her hand over her nonexistent baby bump.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing but that kid ain’t mine.” He growled before trying to move towards you to explain.

You turned your head and said something to Clay and Roque. Just as he was about to reach you Clay stood in his way while you walked out of the room with Jake following you.

“I have to talk to her.”

“No fucking chance, you and your fiancé need to leave. I suggest you leave before we make you.”

“Fuck you.” Bucky tells Clay and starts walking by him but doesn’t get far. He gets pulled back instead of pushed. Steve and Sam were the ones to grab him and pull him back.

“Trust me if you want even a sliver of a chance to fix this you’ll leave now.” Steve says before letting go.

“No, I need to talk to her.”

“What you need to do is leave.” It was Peter this time who stepped up.

“Bucky, let's just go honey.”

“Dot, shut up and leave.” Bucky turned back your team and started making his way through them.

He could see you talking with Barber and Drysdale and motioning for them to follow you. All he wanted was a chance to explain and suddenly his view of you is blocked. Jake was standing in front of him with a murderesque expression on his face.

“Why are you still here?” Jake asked as he glared at Bucky.

But Bucky didn’t answer, instead he walked toward the door behind the bar to try and reach you. He didn’t get too far because Jake had pulled him back. Suddenly Bucky’s right fist connects with Jake’s jaw. Jake is quick to grab Bucky by his jacket and he’s ready to hit right back. The rest of the group moves quickly to stop things from getting more out of control.

“I’m not leaving until I talk to Y/N.”

“Don’t you get it you fucking idiot,” Rocket called out from the other side of the room. “She’s the one who wants you to leave.”

“If you really care about her you will.” Aisha added.

Bucky sighed, frustrated as he looked around the room. Not only were your people ready to chop his head off for hurting you but so were Steve and Sam. His shoulders deflated when he realized that they were right, there was no use in trying to talk to you at the moment.

“Tell her that I need to talk to her, please.” He looked at Jake. “It’s not what she thinks.”

“My job is to have her back, not yours. If you care about her as much as you say you do you’ll figure out a way. I always thought she deserved better anyway.”

Steve grabbed Bucky before he was able to swing at Jake again. Sam guides Dot out of the room while Steve pushes Bucky in the same direction.

Dot was more than pleased with the outcome of her little stunt. She couldn’t show it but the look on your face when she had announced it was more than enough to keep her going. She had been worried at first that her being pregnant would ruin her plans but it’s working out in her favor.

“What are you smiling about?” Sam asks, he had kept his eyes on her the whole time.

“I can’t be happy that I’m going to have a baby with my soon to be husband?”

“I don’t know who put you up to this but you better stop.” Bucky snapped at her once the four of them were outside.

“No one put me up to anything honey. I really am pregnant. I’ll take another pregnancy test if you want just to prove it.”

“Good, let’s go.” Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her harshly.

“Ow Bucky you’re hurting me.” Dot whined as she struggled to keep up.

“Trust me, you would know what real pain was if I decided to hurt you.”

Steve and Sam just looked at each other before following.

It was going to be a long night.

You said your goodbyes to Thor and once he was out of your club the rest of the team gathered in your office. There were flutes of champagne already served and everyone grabbed a drink.

“Here is to our successful first steps. Thanks to Rocket for securing our partnership with Killmonger and Everett.” You tip your champagne flute towards him. “I’m happy to say that Barber, Drysdale and Odinson have also agreed to work with us. I know for all of you coming to New York and fighting for a place here isn’t necessary but I’m grateful that you’ve decided to have my back so that I can take down the man who took everything from me. These next few weeks and even months aren’t going to be easy but we’ll come out on top. And I reiterate the promise I made to all of you before, that I’ll give you as much as you’ve given me and that I’ll have your back just like you’ve had mine.” You raise your drink. “To us.”

Everyone whoops and hollers as they clink their glasses together before taking a drink. They talk amongst themselves as you drink your champagne in one go. You turn and sit at your desk and just watch them. It was difficult to celebrate when you had this terrible ache in your chest. Part of you didn’t want to believe what Dot has said, that she was just messing with you but you also knew Bucky had been with other women during those 10 years. You couldn’t blame him,you had been with other men before you thought you could ever return. Maybe it was the fact that you had been together right before that bombshell was dropped.

“Want to talk about it?” Jake was leaning against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you.

“Nothing to talk about.” You wave your hand dismissively. “I just don’t like being blindsided.”

“Still, it must’ve hurt to hear that. I know if it were me I wouldn’t be ok.”

“I’m not here for Bucky, I’m here for Pierce. That’s all that I should focus on anyways. That little announcement was just a reminder that my focus was shifting.”

“Well if you’re sure. I’m here whenever you need me.” He gave you his signature Jake smile.

“Thanks JJ.”

“Who is the father?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth as he held the fifth positive pregnancy test in his hand.

“Who else could it be, it’s your baby.”

“There’s no way that baby is mine, Dot.”

“Well then you do the math because I’m ten weeks along and what did we do ten weeks ago after we left your club?” She raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Must I remind you, I can give you all the details but it ends with me being pregnant.”

Bucky crushed the pregnant test in his hand before crossing the room, he was ready to wrap his hands around her throat. Dot was ruining everything for him. He couldn’t get your face out of his head, how hurt you looked. It just added insult to injury considering you had been together for the first time in 10 years and now it’s been ruined. It was all because of Dot, Bucky wasn’t sure what she was playing at but he intended to find out.

Steve stands between him and Dot. He’d seen that rage before and once bucky got started he wouldn’t stop.

“Get the fuck out of my way Rogers.”

“Bucky, think this through will ya?”

“I am.”

“This isn’t the way to get your answers and you know we don’t hurt women and children. Now did you or did you not sleep with Dot?”

Bucky looks away from Dot and focuses on his friend. He sighs before turning away.

“Once.”

“Finally, was that so hard to admit?” Dot asked from behind Steve.

“You were forgettable at best.” He snapped at her.

“Ok, Jesus this is childish.” Sam interrupts their back and forth. “So we can agree that Dot is pregnant and the father is unknown.”

Dot glared at Sam.

“You’ve proven that you’re pregnant, you can leave now.” Bucky walks to his front door and opens it.

“Fine, we’ll talk after we tell your parents. I’m sure they’ll be excited to know they’re going to be grandparents.” Dot says as she crosses the living room. “I’ll see you later honey.” She tries to kiss Bucky but he pulls away.

“How bad was it?” Bucky asks as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Steve moved quickly and snatched it out of his hand.

“If you think I’m going to let you call her, you're dumber than I thought.”

“I just need to see her, tell that the baby isn’t mine.”

“It’s not going to be that simple.” Sam spoke up before sighing. “Y/N walked out so happy, like things were going right for the first time in a long time and then she’s blindsided by this. If she even forgives you, it’s going to take a while.”

“Fuck.” Bucky runs his hand over his face. He doesn’t know what comes next, he’s unsure of how to fix this.

“Can at least one of you talk to her, to try and see where her head is at?”

Steve and Sam look at each other again. They don’t like being stuck in the middle but they’ve known how much you love each other. Especially Steve so he volunteers to talk to you soon before they leave for the night. It’s hard for Bucky, he’s left with nothing but his thoughts and they drive him crazy.

You’d barely slept, still thinking about the events of the night before. The house was relatively quiet and you assumed everyone was still asleep. Well everyone except Cougar. He sat at the dining room table, his favorite sniper rifle laid on the table as he cleaned it.

“Boss.” He says with a nod.

“Cougar.” You said as you stopped to watch what he was doing. “Getting ready for target practice or are you going somewhere?”

“I’m not, but you are.” He stops what he’s doing and looks up at you again. “If you give me another five minutes I’ll be ready.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He raises his eyebrows, silently calling you out.

“I’m just going to the cemetery.”

“And I’ll keep my distance, like I always do.”

“Fine. I’m leaving in 10 minutes with or without you.” You say as you walk towards your study.

“Good morning, mi niña.” Rosie stops organizing some things on your desk when she sees you walk in. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“No Rosie, I’m good thanks.”

You sit at your desk and notice a wooden box sitting there. Rosie pushes it towards you.

“Open it.”

You unhook the small gold latch on the front and pull on the lid. A pistol sits in the center along with its magazine laid on the red satin covered cushion. The pistol was engraved with an intricate design of flowers and vines. It was familiar to you but you weren’t sure where you had seen it. You grab it and inspect it, turning it around until you find a set of initials.

“Rosie, did this belong to my mother?” You look at the older woman in disbelief.

“Yes, the night she died she had given it to Mr. Rogers so that he could take a look at it because it kept jamming on her. He brought it back but your parents had already gone out and well you know the rest.” She sighs as she sits across from you. “You father couldn’t bear to see it and told me to get rid of it. He got it for her on their first wedding anniversary; she never went anywhere without it. I thought that I would give it to you when you took over the business.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried but failed to keep the tears in.

“I had Mr. Rogers looked at it again this week and he cleaned it and made sure it wouldn’t jam again.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you Rosie. I think I’ll buy a display for it.” You say as you look back down at the gun in your hand.

“Absolutely not. You have to keep it with you. It’s the one way your mother can protect you now.”

You looked between the gun and Rosie and sighed.

“Ok, I’ll use it.” Unlocking and opening the bottom drawer where you kept a spare gun and an over the shoulder holster and just grabbed the holster. You take off the jacket that you were wearing and secure the holster before grabbing the gun and putting it in place. “How does it look?”

“Like you’re meant to take over all of New York.”

You smile at her just as Cougar stands in the doorway.

“The car is ready Boss.”

“See you in a little bit Rosie.” You wave to her as you head out and head toward the front door.

“Boss you’ve got company.” Cougar says as you come up behind him.

“Can we talk?” Steve waves at you from the front steps.

“This isn’t a good time and I know you know I don’t want to talk about it.”

“He just wants to talk.”

“I don’t want to hear what he has to say.”

“Otter,” Steve catches your wrist as you walk past him. “Just think about it?”

“I did, I spent all night thinking about it. You can tell him to leave me the fuck alone. He should focus on his future wife and child.” You spat before walking off. Steve sighs but decides to walk away.

You stood in front of your parents' graves. At least they had been laid to rest side by side. That knowledge provided very little comfort but at least it was something. You placed a kiss on your fingertips and then touched your father’s headstone before doing the same to your mother’s headstone.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” You say.

You hear a chuckle behind you. “I do things in my time, not yours. This is my city after all.”

“Not for much longer, Alexander.”

Ch. 8

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You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part five❞

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Getting to know each other better doesn’t go according to plan. Bucky has to comfort you and fix the mess he made. Will you forgive him?

♡ Warnings: self hate, mentions of parent death/family death, panic attack, heavy angst, fluff, literally sobbing i love them

Part 6

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!Au Bodyguard!Au

It was almost becoming a mantra, reminding himself daily that he needed to keep things strictly professional. He just didn’t realize how hard it would be. You were so easy to be around, it was a different change of pace with you, he felt he could actually think— slow his mind down around you.

He had tried to digest the thought many times.

I could be her friend, nothing more.

Would it be unprofessional though? He tries to think how Pierce would react to that. He feels completely and utterly confused— the devil and angel on his shoulders battling constantly.

Even then, he was already a bad friend— if that. He was keeping something from you— something extreme. He had caught himself thinking of where you could be in the house— the part of him deep down wanting to tell you. He knew he should, but he knew that’s not what Pierce wanted. If anything, Bucky didn’t want to mess anything up— or he’d never see you again. The thought shouldn’t of scared him as much as it did, but he didn’t like it.

That’s where he found himself in the bathroom of his room, staring into his own eyes through the reflection. He had showered and caught himself trying to find a nice shirt amongst his clothes— immediately he stopped. He had to take a moment to take a deep breath and remind himself how ridiculous he was being.

It had been so long since he actually cared about his appearance. But as he was scanning every line and wrinkle on his face in the mirror— he knew he was doomed. Suddenly he felt insecure, and for once it wasn’t about his arm. His mind was consumed with the thought if he was good enough. While he felt overwhelmed, because he had never worried about such a thing. Well, in awhile at least.

You had kept yourself busy in the library for most of the day, and while you looked to be buried into the books— your thoughts were of him. You couldn’t ignore the giddy feeling that his words gave you— his want to get to know you better. Maybe, just maybe— he wanted to be your friend.

Just as you were about to get up and leave to seek out Bucky, you heard the sound of the library doors opening. A smile worked its way onto your face, excited to see him— though you had just seen him not that long ago.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the space, and soon revealed a handsome looking Bucky. Your mouth hung slightly open, his appearance looking sharper than usual. He was wearing his classic black shirt, and had the black leather jacket over— along with his jeans that hugged him just right in all the areas. He wasn’t dressed all that different, so why did he look so good.

You cleared your throat and broke your stare— yes he looked good. But you shouldn’t stare.

“You look great James, I wish I would’ve put something better on.” You laughed nervously, looking down at your t-shirt and shorts— along with your different colored socks.

Bucky on the other hand, thought you looked fine. He was pretty sure you could wear pretty much anything and look good in it. He also shook off your compliment, thinking you were just being sweet like you always were.

“You look fine, (Y/n).” He assured you.

Truthfully, standing here in front of you now— Bucky wants nothing more than to go back upstairs, choosing to avoid getting to know you better. He wasn’t sure why his walls were coming down so easily, but he hated it. Oh he hated it— he hated you.

“So…” You started, walking back to your seat. Bucky followed after and took his spot from the nights before. “I know this kinda takes the fun out of this but— I had a list of questions.”

Bucky shook his head but chuckled lowly, not surprised at all.

“Of course you do.” He acknowledged, and you scratched the back of your neck nervously.

“Uh— but there are rules! I made them up of course— but there aren’t many.” You rushed out, sitting crisscrossed in your seat.

Bucky exhaled annoyed, but couldn’t really argue otherwise. This was his idea. Was it to distract you from going out? Yes. But a part of him really did want to get to know you better.

“Alright, what’s the rules?” He asked, crossing his leg over the other— leaning back in his seat.

“Okay the first one— you have to answer the question that’s asked, no matter what.” You told him, watching him raise his eyebrows.

“Easy.”

You giggled, remembering how fast the conversation ended last time because he didn’t want to answer. This would be harder than he thought— but you wouldn’t call him out on it.

“Second rule— Can’t ask dumb questions.” You told him, and he chuckled again.

“That’s the second rule?” He chuckled, and you nodded your head.

“Yup.” You confirmed, “Okay— who should go first?”

You were ready to jump right into it, while Bucky was still thinking about your rules— rethinking his decision to do this.

“Why don’t you start doll, since you apparently have a list.” He spoke sarcastically, and you couldn’t stop the heat from rising to your cheeks at the nickname.

He never called you that before, and you didn’t know what to think of it.

“Um… okay yeah,” You thought about your first question, deciding to go easy on him at first, “What’s something you like to do on your free time?”

Bucky squinted his eyes, expecting a more personal question from you. He also had to think for a second— what did he like to do? He used to have hobbies at one time, but he couldn’t recall any in the moment. He felt he was a pretty boring person. There was one thing.

“I like to read sometimes.” He answered, and you smiled at that.

“Really? You don’t seem to spend a lot of time in the library for someone who likes to read.” You joked— knowing he was rather busy with his job as a bodyguard.

“Well, if I had free time— I’d probably be here.” He pointed out, slowly melting into his seat, his muscles relaxing against the couch.

“Okay your turn.” You told him.

Bucky didn’t want to admit it, but he as well had a list of questions for you. Things he was dying to know about you.

“What do you want to do in the future?” He asked, and you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“Huh?”

“What’s your dream job— like, what do you want to do for the rest of your life? Besides read.” He added at the end, making you giggle.

You thought about your answer for a moment, smiling to yourself when you came up with one.

“I’m not sure I’ll ever stay in one spot, there’s so much I want to do. But whatever happens, I wanna volunteer places. I want to help people— help them heal, cope. I just wanna do good.” You explained happily.

Bucky was not surprised by your answer by the slightest— of course you wanted to be helpful. It only made sense with your bubbly personality. He cleared his throat, fighting down a smile.

“Your turn again.”

You nodded and took a second to think of a question again, closing your eyes in thought. An idea popped into your head and you were hesitant about it. Last time you’d brought it up— he left.

“What’s your family like?” You asked anyway, keeping your voice soft in hopes he’d feel more comfortable.

Bucky tensed immediately and just glared at you for a second. His jaw clenched, and his eyes squinted at you. He was annoyed at you pestering him with this question— he’d answer every single one but this one. He’d play dirty if you were.

“My family… isn’t around anymore.” He answered quietly, his anger lacing his words.

His tone had you swallowing nervously, and deep down you regretted asking him. You didn’t mean any harm by the question, and you immediately felt bad. Your heart hurt for him, the way he didn’t have a family.

“I— James I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t o—”

You tried to apologize but got cut off.

“My turn.” He interrupted, sitting up in his seat now. His whole body tense again, his relaxed muscles no more. “Why does your Father hate you?”

He couldn’t stop himself from letting the words out, but as soon as they passed his lips— he was ashamed of himself. His face softened immediately at your face dropping, the way your fingers started to fiddle anxiously with the hem of your shirt.

You were shocked— at a loss for words. You probably deserved his anger, but you weren’t expecting such a harsh question. You felt your chest tighten, and suddenly you weren’t in denial anymore. Everything you’d ever thought— the nights you wondered if your Father really did hate you. You pushed away with a laugh, knowing he could never. But now as someone else witnessed it, and pointed it out. It ought to be true— and you felt sick.

“Um… He’s just having a h-hard time with the passing of my…” You tried to take a deep breath, feeling your throat tighter than usual. “Hard time with my mothers passing is all.”

You repeated from the first day meeting him. Your head pounded— your ears thumping loudly. Your fingers were numb and you felt like you couldn’t swallow.

Were you having an allergic reaction to something?

You tried to take another deep breath and felt your chest stop expanding. Your eyes widened in panic for a second.

Bucky felt so shitty— he couldn’t control himself for a simple question. The fact that you had answered it anyway broke his heart. He watched as your eyes darted around, in search of help. The way he could start to hear your breathing— the way you were beginning to wheeze.

“(Y/n), you ok—”

“Excuse m-me for a s-second.” You rushed out, stumbling out of your chair and towards the library doors.

Bucky was concerned for you, standing up immediately to go follow you. He was so ashamed of himself, angry that he let himself lose control like that. He had sensitive topics that just brought up a defensive side in him. The image of your face as soon as he had said the words was burned into his brain. You didn’t deserve that— you had been nothing be sweet since you two had met.

Making it up the stairs, he started down the hallway— body tensing in alert at the sight of you sitting up against the hallway wall. He rushed forward, kneeling down to your curled up form, scanning over you for injuries.

“(Y/n), what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” He asked frantic, he noticed your hand clutching the area above your heart.

You shook your head, but seemed confused— and only panicked more when you couldn’t get the words out right away.

“I c-can’t breathe!” You wheezed out, your hand not clutching your chest— reaching out to grab onto Bucky.

You held onto him like he was your lifeline.

“I-I think I’m having a-an allergic reaction.” You panted, fisting Bucky’s sleeve in panic.

Bucky didn’t know it was possible for his heart to break anymore— but he swore he heard the cracking sound. He felt it drop to his stomach, his own throat tightening with emotions. You were having a panic attack— and it was because of him. You had no idea, and yet here you were still clinging onto him when he was the cause of it all. He was disgusted with himself.

“(Y/n)— you’re not having an allergic reaction. You’re having a panic attack.” He explained to you clearly, holding onto your shoulders, trying to bring you comfort.

You nodded in understanding, feeling lightheaded from lack of oxygen to the brain. Tears began to escape your eyes, you felt helpless— you felt like you were dying.

“James…” You whimpered, “I’m s-scared!”

Again, he felt his non existent heart break again— falling into his stomach. He felt sick watching this go down, wanting nothing more than for this all to be a nightmare.

He had experience with panic attacks and luckily knew what to do— he just couldn’t get over the fact that he caused it.

He grabbed your hand fisting his sleeve and put it above his heart. You lifted your flushed face, your bloodshot eyes watching your hand. You could feel the strong thump of his heartbeat, the feeling soothing against your palm.

“I want you to try and breathe with me, okay? I want you to match my heartbeat. You feel it?” He asked you softly, his voice gentle like honey.

You nodded your head, trying to focus on slowing your breathing— stop your chaotic mind from spiraling.

“In… and out— In… and out.” He started breathing, and you struggled to match him at first, but as your eyes met with his— you felt your heartbeat start to match his rhythm.

His eyes were comforting and warm. You felt safe in his hold— and you could already start to feel your everything relaxing.

“Good, just keep breathing with me. I’ve got you— you’re gonna be okay.” He assured you, rubbing your shoulders up and down soothingly.

You knew you’d be risking it, but you slowly moved forward— wrapping your arms around his bulky frame.

Bucky tensed up at first, a part of him knowing he should push you away— this wasn’t professional. But he knew he couldn’t— not after what he did. He relaxed, and wrapped his arms hesitantly around your back, hugging you tight against him. He could feel your quick heartbeat thumping competitively against his. He could feel your breath fanning his neck— as you rested your chin in the crook of his neck.

He hadn’t felt such affection in so long— he had missed how much he craved the protection— the security he felt being in someone’s arms.

Now, in Bucky’s hold— you felt at peace. You knew he’d never let anything happen to you. You still trusted him with your life.

“Doll,” You smiled weakly into his neck, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t of asked you that— I’m an asshole.”

You held onto him tighter— enjoying the embrace while you had it. You were sure it would never happen again.

“It’s okay James, I’m sorry too.” You weakly replied, your body drained of energy. “Thank you, I feel a lot better now.”

He wanted to scoff. You wanted to thank him for helping you out of a mess that he caused. You had the right to scream, punch, kick him. But he knew you’d never do that— and that’s what killed him.

He didn’t know how to respond to your thanks, and stayed silent instead. Holding onto you— never intending to let go until you did first.

“I’m tired James.” You mumbled sleepily.

“I’ve got you doll.” He whispered, easily standing with you in his arms.

He slowly and carefully carried you to your room, setting you down gently onto your bed. He was having déjà vu— memories of when he first carried you to bed that one night.

He lifted the covers, tucking you in. He watched you for a second, examining your face like you were a piece of art. His eyes danced all the way from your chin— passed your lips— to your eyes. Before he could stop himself, he was reaching out to brush a loose strand of hair out of your face. You sighed and leaned into his touch, and this time— he didn’t fight the smile down. He gazed down at you warmly, genuinely smiling for the first time in awhile.

“Stay with me.” You mumbled sleepily, just as you had wanted to that one night.

Bucky took a deep breath, staring down at you with sudden tenderness. He shook his head, ridding his mind of the thought.

“Okay.” He told you, watching you give a small smile in your sleep. Snuggling your face into the pillow.

Although both of you didn’t really get to scratch off every question of each others list— you both felt more connected after today. You just wanted someone, someone constant in your life. Bucky needed more light in his life— like you.

You both needed each other more than you realized.

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Bucky Barnes Masterlist #2

*18+ ONLY PLEASE, minors DNI!

Chasing Love * (Mob!Bucky AU)

Bedtime Story*

Work it Out *

Neighborly Love * (neighbor!Bucky AU)

Protecting What’s His (Bodyguard AU)

Easy Target (CEO!Beefy!Bucky AU)

A Kiss to Remember (Vampire AU)

After the Fall *

Perfect Kind of Trouble

Something Wilder (Joel x reader, Bucky x reader)

A Love for the (P)Ages (mob!Bucky AU)

Fallen (Werewolf!Bucky AU)

Dark Desires (Demon!Bucky AU)

Love in Lace (mob!bucky AU)

Sunshine in the Dark (Werewolf!Bucky x Vampire!Reader)

Let Me (Mob!Bucky AU)

Rooted in Love (Plant!Dad!Bucky AU)

Heart of Darkness (Demon!Bucky AU)

Love in Bloom (Plant!Dad!Bucky AU)

His to Keep (Mob!Bucky AU)

That’s the Way Love Grows (Plant!Dad!Bucky AU)

Payback is Sweet

Heart of a Wolf (Werewolf AU)

Alpine Approved

Bake Nights

Had to be You (enemies to lovers)

Back in my Arms *

Life is Good

Next Door to Love (Neighbor AU)

Claimed * (Mob/Bookshop AU)

Color Me Yours (Mob!Bucky AU)

Boom Clap

Everything You Want* (Mob!Bucky AU)

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avecra · 2 years

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Deception - 9

summary: In order to save your father from an unnecessary fight, you force yourself into an arranged marriage with Brock Rumlow. But when he threatens your father over a small mistake on your part, you find yourself in front of your husband’s biggest rival and your old friend, Bucky Barnes. With the shared history between the two of you, Bucky finds himself drawn to you once again, and will risk everything he has just to keep you safe.

pairing: mob!bucky x stark!reader

word count: 5.0k

chapter warnings: canon level violence, injury, language, character death, the final showdown

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Fury drove Bucky to break all traffic laws. He hadn’t felt any notion of anger ever since his father’s unexpected passing, when he took the bearing role of man of the house, watching over his mother and sister. But the second he received your location, he grabbed all the weapons he could get his hands on and headed straight for the highway.

He didn’t waste a single second, not when your life was sitting in the grimey clutches of Hydra. Bucky couldn’t lose you, not again.

Ignoring all the sense in his head, he headed straight for the black

There was an unsettling feeling in his stomach when he pulled into the lot that led to the factory, he flicked the headlights off and threw the car in neutral, aiming to be as silent as possible. He pulled in as further, avoiding the already present SUV’s.

“So, how are we doing this, boys?” Natasha’s velvety voice cut through the silence. Bucky took the keys out of the ignition and glanced at her. His gaze caught Sam and Steve’s as well and a plan quickly formed in his head.

“Did you bring the detonator?” Bucky asked, turning to look at Natasha. She reached under the seat and grabbed a circular device, along with a blasting cap, silently answering his question.

He didn’t enjoy this plan in the slightest; triggering an explosive device in an unstable factory with you inside wasn’t his ideal plan. The thought of putting you in harm's way made him sick to his stomach, but if it was the only way to safely, he would begrudgingly have to take the risk.

Though he planned to keep it as far away from you as possible.

And if there was a possibility that he could lure Rumlow away, he could have a clear path to you.

Bucky grabbed the magazine of his gun, double checking that it was fully loaded. “I’ll circle buy. Stay here until Collins arrives with Lang and the others. I’ll ping you when I get visual.”

With a final nod to Steve, he threw open the door and sank down to the ground, keeping himself lowered as he made his way over to the building. The muffled sound of hushed voices hit him when he reached the worn out walls.

Keeping himself low, he swiftly made his way to the other side of the factory, discreetly lifting his head so that he could assess who was where, and immediately his blue eyes flickered to your worn out figure.

Huddled in the wooden chair, arms crossed tightly across your chest with your head leaning against your shoulder, Bucky caught a glimpse of the gash on your temple and the blood that dried to the side of your cheek.

Your eyes were filled with unshed tears brimming at your waterline, and he could see how you tried to muffle your sniffles in the crook of your elbow. Bucky’s heart cleaved in half as he watched you look around with a fear in your eyes, a sense of rage filtered through him.

Grant Ward paced back and forth in front of you, scowling at you when a whimper passed through your lips, as if he was disgusted with the emotion you were showing.

Specks of blood dripped onto the soft pink fabric of your shirt and the ends of your pajama pants were dirtied and slightly torn from when Brock had dragged you into the factory building. Even the dark colored sweater you wore on your shoulders had a few drops of blood and dirt.

His eyes flickered towards the group of men dressed in black, a darkness covered the blues of his irises. He noticed how you jumped when someone raised their voice, and how tense you had become when Ward continued to pace in front of you.

Bucky pulled out his phone and sent a message to Steve, giving him the all clear. He begrudgingly tore his eyes away from your trembling form and looked over to Rumlow, who had his hands buried deep in his hair.

“What’s the play here, boss?” Bucky heard one of the men whisper rather loudly. A glance to your direction, he could see your gaze was still centered on the floor.

“Yeah, how are we supposed to find a way out of this mess?”

He saw Rumlow take a deep breath before punching one of the men roughly across the face. “Patience, boys, patience. We’ve got the daughter of New York’s most wealthy man in our possession.”

Bucky’s frown deepened as peered over at the group of men. Rumlow stood over his men, fingers lightly scraping his stubble as he glanced over to you. Bucky followed his gaze and tightened his fist.

“You think Stark will just give you money like that?”

“You underestimate how valuable that woman really is,” Rumlow chuckled darkly. “I bet his price will go if you add a few more scrapes and bruises to her delicate face. That’ll really send him over the edge.”

The quiet vibration of his phone was the only thing that grounded Bucky, when he glanced down and caught a glimpse of Steve’s confirmation, he reluctantly pulled away, until he heard Rumlow sneer at his men.

“If that goes south, then we’ll kill her and dump her in the river. Erase our tracks, Sitwell will handle that.”

Red hot anger possessed Bucky as he reached for the grip of his gun, but the quiet sniffles halted his movement. Sparing a glance at your fear stricken expression, the redness that covered the whites of your eyes and the ripped skin on your lips, he couldn't -- wouldn’t risk a stray bullet hitting you.

“Her father will pin it on you without a doubt, you know that,” He heard Rollins speak. “Sitwell may be good, but Stark is smarter.”

Bucky had only seen Tony Stark angry a handful of times, majority of it was when a threat was posed on your life. After the crash that left both you and Bucky injured, after one of his former employees had ‘accidentally’ tripped you during one of your soccer matches that left you with a sprained ankle and when one of his clients had called you every name in the book after you peered into your father’s office to ask him a simple question.

You had never seen him so angry, seen his face so red before, brown eyes filled with nothing but pure anger. He apologized profoundly to you, for having to witness his anger and being on the receiving end of his former client’s harsh words.

But if he had ever found out that someone had done physical harm to you, Bucky guessed that person would have hell to pay.

“Fuck,” Rumlow cursed, kicking the scatterd pieces of wood that littered the floors. You flinched at the sudden movement.

Ignoring the gaping hole in his stomach, Bucky made his way back to the car, keeping his figure low to the ground, keeping himself out of sight. Not that Rumlow could see anything through the dirtied grimy windows, they looked to be withered over the years of harsh winds and rain.

He noticed the second car parked a few feet away from his, the driver’s window was rolled down a few inches but he could clearly see the shadow of Scott and Collin’s body as he leaned over the steering wheel. He could also count the other two men that sat in the seats, armed with guns and knives strapped to their chests.

Bucky beckoned them out, pounding against the side of the SUV he arrived in, directing them in the direction of the shrubs that were angled away from the factory. One by one, Steve, Natasha and Sam led them over to where Bucky was standing.

“What’s the play here, boss?” Collins asked, placing a delicate hand under the machine gun secured to his chassis.

Bucky glanced at the withered building and exhaled sharply. “Rumlow had his two right-hand men with him, Jack Rollins and Grant Ward inside. He’s got Ward guarding Y/n and the rest of his men are surrounding the entrance.”

“What’s the play here then? We’re not going through the front entrance though, right? I mean that just means that Y/n is at a high risk of becoming a casualty.” Sam said.

Barging through the front door would only rile up Rumlow, and there was a possibility he would take it out on you. And from the state in which Bucky saw you, with teary eyes and a bloody head, he knew the chances were high.

“No. We’re causing a distraction to draw out Rumlow, to get him away from Y/n. Nat will plant a detonator that is gonna be set to go off in five minutes, it’s not powerful, but it’s enough to cause thousands of dollars worth of damage. Once it goes off, we rush in. Collins and Lang will cover the exits, Steve and I will deal with Ward and safely guide Y/n to the car. Nat will be there if we need back up.”

Hushed approvals were murmured and Bucky nodded his head. “Getting Y/n safely out is the main objective tonight. You can have your revenge on Rumlow for all that he's done to the Stark’s and the havoc Hydra has wrecked on our family.”

With a final nod, he slipped a small communication link into his ear and glanced over to Natasha, who smiled and carefully made her way over to the factory. Bucky watched as she kept low to the ground, keeping the bomb in her hand, slowly but surely making her way around the building, away from you.

Steve walked up beside Bucky as the men around him started to fill their weapons with ammunition, double cheing to make sure they had everything set for what was about to come. His men knew how close the Stark’s were to the Barnes, a partnership that had lasted almost three generations in, starting with Howard Stark and Bucky’s grandfather.

His men knew of the relationship between you and Bucky, how the close relationship you had started to blossom into something more. The years of close friendship that turned into romantic connection, despite years being spent apart.

“We’re almost there, Buck. Just a few more steps and then she’s back with her father. That’s the important thing, right? Her being safe?” Steve placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

“You know I’m not gonna relax until she’s back with Tony,” Bucky muttered, checking the magazine of his gun before sliding it back into place. “Even after that, I’m still gonna worry. Rumlow has hundreds of employees and I only saw a handful. Meaning they’re still out there.”

“And I know for a fact they won’t go near her because of her name and because of you,” Steve cut in gently. “The same guy who wouldn’t let her lift a finger when she had a concussion. You have to take this step by step, for her sake, or else everything you think is gonna go wrong will.”

Steve gripped Bucky’s flesh a little harder, meeting his worried gaze. “You love her more than anything. Use that to push through.”

Bucky nodded, swallowing down the worry that threatened to suffocate him as he nodded at Steve. There were times when he could be overbearing, too worried about what was going on in Bucky’s head, but Steve had always managed to push through the worry and be straightforward.

“You alway manage to say the right thing,” Bucky said, the corners of his mouth dared to lift up in amusement. “Sometimes it’s fucking annoying.”

The blonde chuckled and gave Bucky one last pat against the shoulders before pulling out his own gun, checking his ammunition status, tucking more rounds into the waistband of his pants.

Looking around Bucky watched as his most trusted men, the ones he would risk his life for, packed their weapons, slipping more ammunition wherever they could fit; boots, pockets, the waistband of their pants. A soft smile crossed his face, a sudden wave of emotion hit him, the notion that only a few had met you.

Yet they were willing to run into the direction of Hydra, the rivalry that had been going on for decades.

Vibration sounded against the top of the SUV and tore through the silence. Collins glanced over to Steve and Sam, eyes flickering back to the hunched over figure. Bucky’s head shot up and he lunged for his phone, unlocking it to see a confirmation ping from Natasha.

A message to confirm the bomb was in place.

All he needed was for Natasha to make it back to the car. In which he had no doubt in her, she could take out half of his men, including himself if she really tried. When he caught the sight of her red hair, he pulled the detonator from his pocket.

Glancing over to his confidants, he tightly gripped the glock in his and pressed down on the red button.

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Every passing second made your head feel worse. The throbbing in your head seemed to intensify, the only thing you could really do in the moment as you leaned your head against your shoulder, curling into the wooden chair.

The sweater you wore on your shoulders did little to warm you up; with the temperature of the factory low you nearly saw your breath. The rain had lightly soaked into the cotton fabric, you did what you could to warm up.

Steadily as minutes passed by at an agonizing long pace, more of your husband’s men seemed to file in. Not that many, though, only less than ten of the vast amount of men Brock had to begin with.

You could faintly hear their conversation from the other side of the factory, their hushed voices rising in irritation, but you paid little attention to them, your eyes were blurry as tears clouded your vision.

Sniffling as quiet as you could, you lifted your head to see Ward pacing in front of you, sending you scowls and sneers. You did best to ignore him, keeping your teary eyed gaze on the puddles that covered the cement grounds.

The sudden sound of your husband curing and kicking a chair startled you, pulling a flinch out of you. Ward scoffed and paused his pacing, his arms came to cross over his chest as he looked at your weakened form.

“Your daddy isn’t coming to bail you out of this one, huh?”

His words didn’t reach your ears, you didn’t even think you had the energy to lift your head into an upwards position.

Your eyes flickered up to his, but you ignored him. You heard him scoff again.

Taking a small breath in, you moved your head to the other side of the chair, taking a glance over to Rumlow’s direction. His shoulders fell in angry heaves, you could tell from his body language that he was another type of anger, one who had yet to witness till now.

You never thought he would take it to this extent; taking you to stateline, hiding out in an abandoned building and taking a threatening picture of a knife being held against your throat that was surely to be sent to your father.

As minutes, maybe hours passed by, you felt the pulsing in your head increase by the second. You watched as your husband made his way over to you, glaring down upon you with a loathing look.

Avoiding his gaze only seemed to edge him on more when he slowly knelt to your height, grabbing a hold tight grip to your hair. A gasp passed through your chapped lips, one that turned into whimper.

“I hope it was all worth it, darling,” Brock sneered into your ear.

It was.

Even if you were certain you weren’t going to make it, having overheard a bit of his conversation with Rollins, it was all worth the risk. You knew that your father would be okay, given the amount of personal friends the man had. The fear and terror were worth it.

Rumlow pushed your head and released his grip from your hair, a few stray tears rolled down your cheek. You quickly brushed over them as he stood up, wiping the back of your sleeve across your damp cheeks.

He opened his mouth to say another thing, but the sudden thundering of an explosion caused him to fall a few steps forward. The explosion shook the unstable warehouse, and a yelp left your lips as you tumbled out of your seat and onto the grimey floors.

Rumlow’s eyes lit up with anger as he quickly regained his balance, glancing at the small flames from the smudged windows, the orange hue breaking through.

He glanced down at your shaken form, surveying as you tried to stand. In a fluid motion, he leaned down and grabbed your elbow, bringing you up against him to lean against his chest.

Without a care, your husband tossed you to Ward as he pulled out a gun, unlatching the safety. “Stay here. Don’t let her get away, I’m gonna check to see what the fuck that was.”

You watched helplessly as he made his way down the hall. Ward’s grip on your arms were tight, enough to the point where bruising was evident.

There were beats of silence that passed, aside from the sound of rain and the heavy breaths of Garrett and Beckers. Ward tightened his grip and held you tightly against him, you couldn’t even try to get away, even if you tried.

The door was suddenly ripped open and two small steel spheres came tumbling in, and with a soft click, smoke beagin to filter through the room, spraying out of the orbs. Ward shattered shouting for Garrett and in the brief moment his grip loosened, you slammed your elbow down hard against his ribs.

He let out a loud groan and you pushed yourself away from him. The room began to fill more and more with smoke, the vapor making it difficult to see within three inches. You kicked in his knee as best you could, the little self defense knowledge now wearing to a thin.

Ward fell onto one of his knees and reached out a hand, tightly gripping your wrist. He pulled you forward, despite you dragging your feet into the ground to halt his movements.

“Stop,” you warned, voice trembling. Your heels dug into the ground and dragged you forward, but a shot rang out through the smoke filled room and halted Ward’s movements. He fell forward in a heap, groaning weakly as his hold released.

You stared in shock, pulling your arms tight to your chest as you backed up. The pounding in your head made it impossible to hear the approaching footsteps, and you almost missed the gentle hand that came to rest on your shoulder.

Out of reflex you flinched and turned around, holding your fists to defend yourself, but the sight of sparkling blue eyes made you freeze in your movements. He stared at you, eyes wide with a mixture of both shock and relief.

“Bucky?” you choked out, tears spilling out of your eyes endlessly, and without warning, you crashed straight into his arms.

The weapons he held tightly in his hands fell to the floor as he caged his arms around you, pulling you tightly to his chest, his hands coaxed gently down your spine before moving up to cradle the back of your head.

A strangled sob passed through your lips as you held onto him tighter, if that were even possible. Bucky pulled your head away from his chest, cupping the sides of your face to get a clearer and closer look at you.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Questions filtered out of his mouth, and despite the pounding in your head, you nodded.

“H-how did… what are you doing here?” you mumbled, watching as he tried to wipe away the dried blood on the side of your face. “How did you find me?”

Bucky let out an exhale, “You didn’t text me when you got home. I knew something was wrong.”

If it were entirely possible, you could've burst into tears at that very moment, but Bucky’s gentle hold kept your tears at bay. You glanced over your shoulder to see Steve lingering by the door, once he caught your gaze, he sent you a soft smile.

“You came for me?”

“I’m not losing you again, sweet girl.” Bucky whispered as he pressed a soft, tender kiss to your forehead.

You relished his presence for minutes, holding onto him tightly as Bucky called Steve over. But when he made his way over to you, the low dimmed lights suddenly gave out, plunging the entire factory into complete darkness.

Bucky looked around at the sudden darkness, trying to find Steve. He still kept his hold on you, but when he took a step towards the direction Steve was, he felt you freeze into place.

“Stay here, Y/n.”

He still held you at arm’s length, keeping his hand gently on your wrist. Your cold fingers shakily rested over his, your nails lightly scratching his skin, in a way to prove to you that he was really here.

You ignored the conversation between Steve and Bucky, and just as the hold on your shoulders loosened a tiny bit, a rough hand clamped down on your shoulder and pulled you to a sturdy chest. Another hand clamped down hard on your mouth, silencing you before you had the chance to cry out.

“Y/n?”

Muffled whimpers passed through the hand that was clamped over your mouth, you kicked your legs, slamming your foot on the ground in order to gain attention from someone - anyone. You grasped the familiar wrist of your husband just as he sneered into your ear, “Shut up.”

“Y/n!”

The chill of the night rain and breeze hit you as Rumlow began to drag you out, despite you kicking and clawing at his grip. He ignored it and heaved you up against his chest, wrapping arm arm around your waist.

You screamed and tugged against his hand until he released the clasp he had over your mouth, but the grip on your waist did not let up. He kept dragging you across the empty lot until the back doors bursted open.

Bucky tore through the doors, gun held tightly in his hand as his cerulean eyes raked over the landscape before landing on you and your husband. Rumlow halted in his movements and reached behind him to grab the gun that was settled in the belt of his pants. He held the barrel against your neck.

“You move one more fucking step and I put a bullet in her throat.”

Blue eyes wide with anger and rage flickered over to the weapon in his hand, the one pointed at you. His gaze went to your eyes, seeing them filled with fear as your husband tightened the hold around your waist.

“Long time no see Barnes, I haven’t seen you ever since your little redhead friend blew up one of my properties. Guess she still has the same taste for pyrotechnics, huh?”

Rumlow taunted, pushing the barrel of the gun deeper into your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut as his chin came to rest on your shoulder just as Bucky cocked the weapon in his hand.

“I guess she has a taste for unsupported buildings. I mean, she took down yours with just a few samples of Stark’s technology. Down your building went, in just a few short minutes.”

Rumlow’s smirk faltered. “I’’ll fucking kill her, you understand? I will kill this fucking woman and not a shade will change on my face.”

“Do that and you’ll be starting a war with Stark. And there is nowhere in this world where you will be safe from Stark. You underestimate how powerful he really is when his one and only daughter is in harm’s way.”

Every bit of Bucky’s words seemed to draw more anger into Rumlow as he trailed the gun from the crook of your neck up against your cheek until it settled against your temple. You couldn’t hold in the tears as they slipped past your cheeks.

“You and I both know you can’t get within a hundred foot radius of Tony Stark anyways, so if you kill her, you’re signing your death warrant.” Bucky nearly growled.

His eyes flickered to yours for a moment, the shades of his azure eyes softening for a moment as he looked at you. The tear marks on your cheeks, the blood cakes to the side of your cheek, the wide look in your eyes that was filled with fear.

Rumlow faltered in his stance, the grip around you slacked and the gun he held against your temple wasn’t as pointed as it was. And for the moment his grip around you fell, you slammed the heel of your foot into his ankle, and a scuffle erupted between the two of you as you fought to get away from him. He grunted and cried out, pushing you away before a shot rang out through the empty night air.

The breath from Bucky’s lungs was stolen as he stumbled forward, eyes wide when a strangled scream left your lips.

You were hunched over, knees barely skimming the pebbles on the ground as your hand reached out to steady yourself. Breaths came in too fast, and when you glanced down to your side, you saw the crimson that slowly started to spread across your pink shirt.

Gasps left your lips and in your brief moment of pain, Rumlow stood over you, pure hatred in his eyes as he pointed the gun to the back of your head.

A bullet planted itself in his abdomen before he had the chance to place his finger over the trigger, and he fell to the muddy ground with a loud thud.

But that didn’t matter to Bucky, he ignored Rumlow’s groans as he took cautious steps towards you to see your hand coated with blood. Your blood. Slowly, he made his way over to you, taking slow, cautious steps so as to not frighten you.

But when you looked up at him with a fear stricken face and wet cheek, he damn near lost his composure.

“Look at me, Y/n,” His hand gently grasped your bicep and he pulled you up, holding you against his chest. His other hand lifted up the edge of your shirt to see the small bleeding wound. “You're okay, it’s just a graze, okay? You’re gonna be just fine, sweet girl, you're gonna be fine, I promise.”

You nodded and glanced over at Rumlow, who looked at you despite the blood pooling out of his mouth. Without looking, you reached for Bucky’s gun and pointed it directly at him, taking shaky steps as you placed a hand over your bleeding side.

A surge of confidence shot through you while you gazed down at your husband, who looked at you with heavy eyelids. The gun shook in your grasp.

“Y/n-”

“You ruined me. For five years, you ruined me. You locked me in the penthouse, only allowing me to visit my dad on your accounts. For five years, I was locked away from my family, from my friends all because you wanted to boast to all your clients that you managed to nap Stark’s daughter!” Tears rushed down your face as you unlatched the safety.

“I hate you so much, for all the pain you cause me, for all the events you dragged me to, for all the times you threatened my dad. For all the times I shared a bed with you, I hated. I signed the fucking marriage certificate because I thought it would keep my dad safe, and I was willing to give everything up. I spent the first year stupidly doing whatever you asked and I was stupid to think that someone like you could ever be changed from a monster to a loving husband.

"You were supposed to love me but you resented me instead. You locked me away and yelled at me when I didn’t slither into bed with you. When I didn’t wnat to go to those stupid parties t be your eye candy. I put up with your bullshit for five years and I’m over it. No one has ever hurt me the way you did.”

A soft warm hand came to rest on yours that held the gun, Bucky’s thumb caressing the back of your palm. You felt him press something up against your side and you looked over at him, seeing him look at you with the softest sympathetic look.

A look you hadn’t received in years.

“You’re not a killer, Y/n. Don’t put this on your conscience,” You opened your mouth to say something, but Bucky’s gentle voice cut you off. “I know you’re feeling hurt and pain in all of this, but if you do this, you’re ever gonna be able to come back from it. You’re too good for this, sweet girl.”

A sob left your lips as you dropped the gun and fell into his embrace weakly. You did not spare your husband a last glance as Bucky pointed the gun at him.

“I’ll always find a way to you, you fucking bitch,” Rumlow slurred, but Bucky held you so tightly to his chest you did not hear your husband’s harsh words.

Instead, you heard Bucky’s comforting and soothing voice and the steady beat of his heart.

“Close your eyes sweet girl,” he instructed softly. You did and felt him cover your other ear with his hand, his arms anchoring you to his chest. “We’re gonna be okay, alright? I’ve got you, I won’t let him hurt you again. I swear on my life.”

You felt no remorse or sympathy when a final gunshot rang out. You only felt the safety and solace of being in Bucky’s arms as he gently led you away from the nightmare.

And when you were finally settled into the backseat of the SUV, with Bucky’s warm hands pressing into your cold sides, for the first time in five years you allowed yourself to relax.

Everything would be okay. You would be okay.

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When Night Comes - eleven

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, major character death mentions

word count: 2.6k

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Alix slams the car door much to Juliette’s dismay and she makes a faint grunt of annoyance. Juliette follows after her into the building before them. It’s one of their hideouts gifted to them by Peggy when she’d made the original agreement. Peggy claimed that no one would be able to find them there and they would be safe to lay low.

“Please don’t slam my door, it’s new.”

Alix froze and only turned enough to see her subordinate out of the corner of her eye. No words came out alas Juliette is terrified and shrinks into herself as they continue their walk inside.

The stress of being in New York wears into Alix’s shoulders and she hunches more than before, hiding her true size. Compared to her siblings, she’s small but standing at just over 6 feet, she dwarfs most other Lycan women. She’d used it to her advantage when she came up through the ranks but she would’ve made it either way. After her parents died, the pack leadership fell to her oldest brother but when he backed out for a woman, she took over.The disgrace of his actions followed her around but that didn’t stop her from fighting tooth and nail for the title of pack leader even if it is her family’s birth right.

Alix all but dumps herself onto a cot and shudders at the mild relaxation it offers her. Juliette sits down next to her, placing a hand on her knee as she watches the tension drain out of her.

“You know…” she trails as she moves her hand further up Alix’s thigh.

“Get your fucking hand off of me.”

Juliette doesn’t answer or comply. Alix’s claws flash and she grips into her wrist, yanking it from her body. She drags the woman off of the cot and to the window that overlooks a 2 story drop.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me. I won’t hesitate to tear you apart limb by fucking limb, you slut.”

Tears well in Juliette’s eyes as she nods feverishly to prove that she understands. She lets out a cry of relief when Alix drops her and goes to lay back down on the cot.

“Did Peggy give you anything yet?”

“Uh…” she sniffles as she wipes at her face and digs into her jacket for her phone, “They’re going to Bucharest.”

“You already told me that.” “Oh I’m sorry. He only took the Rogers, Yelena, and Natasha with him so they’ll be low on security but she warned that he has people everywhere looking out for you. She advised that we wait before trying to go in.”

Alix lets a deep breath of frustration, “She can take her advice and shove it up her ass. Get John and Brock ready. We’ll leave in two days.”

“I really…”

“I don’t care what you think, just fucking do what I said. God I’m getting so sick of everyone’s back talk.”

Juliette swallows another hopeless cry and rapidly fires off messages to the pack, ensuring that they’ll be ready for the inevitably bloody fight that is going to happen.

“Ms. Sunny! Ms. Sunny!” Wyatt calls out to her as he bounds across the vast gardens of the Bucharest estate.

Before Sunny and Peggy lay hundreds of flowers of all varieties and colors along with enough trees to create a wall between them and the outside world. In his hand, Wyatt held a small bouquet of flowers he undoubtedly picked from the bushes. Peggy flushed (if that’s even possible) at the sight and quickly got up to take them from the boy before Bucky saw.

“Oh honey, we don’t pick these flowers remember? They’re very special to Uncle Buck and he wouldn’t be very happy to know that you picked them without asking,” she said louder than needed, in efforts to make sure Sunny heard.

When she comes to sit back down, her plan seems to have worked because Sunny does immediately ask why they’re special. She pretends to bite back her response and acts as if she hadn’t meant for her to hear before “giving in” and telling her. Peggy starts by coyly looking at her son who is playing with Yelena and then dives right into the story of Celeste. The gardens had been her pride and joy when the weather allowed. She would spend hours upon hours outside, making sure that every flower got the attention it deserved. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see his love taking joy in a life that only offered pain to their kind and even more with their business. Peggy spared no detail in her story, exposing every secret she could think of from how Sunny and Celeste looked identical down to their ardent dislike for Bucky at first to how she had been found dead by him. She doesn’t bother to look at the human as she lies out of everything she knows about Celeste and Bucky, mostly because she doesn’t want to see the shock of betrayal that is undoubtedly stretched across her face.

Peggy draws her tale to an end with a small smile and fake look of sadness to Sunny, “It was an awful time for him, you have to know. He had just about every memory of her destroyed or hidden. I almost forgot what she looked like until I saw you and it was like seeing her again. I can only imagine how much pain he must have been in seeing you and not being able to have his dear Celeste again.”

Sunny stares forward with a stunned look on her face, unable to even begin to process the story she’s just been told. Her mouth opens to say something but words are not her friend at the moment and nothing comes out. She tries again and only a few come out, “I’m just a replacement.”

Peggy places her hand on top of Sunny’s, “Oh no I wouldn’t say that. You may look like Celeste but you are your own person and I’m sure Bucky loves you for you.”

Sunny rips her hand away and shakes, “He loves me?”

“Well…” Peggy starts but is interrupted by Yelena who’s being chased after by Wyatt.

“Jesus, does this kid have an off switch?” she jokes as she sits on the edge of the bistro table the other two women are sat at. She looks at Sunny and her smile drops instantly at her appearance.

“Is everything okay?”

Sunny shakes her head as she snaps out of her trance, “I need to see Bucky, where is he?”

Yelena pushes off of the table, “I think he’s inside, do you want me to take you to him?” “No,” she says abruptly and marches off towards the house. Yelena takes her seat and looks to Peggy for an explanation but she’s no help and has given her whole attention to her son.

Sunny pushes open the french doors that lead into a living room of sorts but Bucky is nowhere to be found. Faint men’s laughter rings out and she follows it like a bloodhound on a trail all the way to the other side of the massive house. She’s met with a set of large oak doors but behind it are the voices of Steve and Bucky. Debating on knocking, she forgoes the formality and walks straight into the surprise of the two men.

“Draga,” Bucky sighed when he saw that it’s just her, “How are you?”

“Steve, get out. I need to talk to him, alone.”

Steve looks to Bucky for guidance and gets up regardless. Bucky gives him a nod of approval and stands as well to meet Sunny. With his hands out, he goes to cradle her arms but she takes a staggering step back just as Steve closes the door.

“Peggy told me about Celeste,” she whispers with pain etched deeply in her voice and across her face.

He takes a deep breath as he rubs a hand down his face, “What did she tell you?”

“Everything.”

“Everything,” he repeats while he leans against a window seal that overlooks the very garden where it all happened.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

He takes a moment before answering, “I didn’t want to scare you.”

She scoffs at his excuse, “But telling me that you’re strigoi was fine? This ”crossed the line though?”

“I can see where I messed up,” he barely offers, voice devoid of anything but just underneath the surface he yearns to hold her and make things better.

Her own voice isn’t up to par with his and it creaks as she tries to get out any words at all, “I trusted you. I don’t even know how I feel about you but I trusted you. I let Yelena go for you because I thought I could trust you.”

That catches him off guard and his jaw tenses as his emotions begin to take over.

“You did what?”

“Right before I called you, Yelena and I broke things off.”

His tongue pokes at the inside of his lip and he finally looks at her to see what he’s done to her unintentionally. Her eyes are watery and beginning to puff up from her efforts to hold back her tears. Her body is rigid from the stress of everything she’s been through. He can see the fatigue in her features and in her physical state. Since getting to Bucharest, she’s barely taken care of herself, granted it’s only been a matter of days but the neglect is clear as day. She needs him to be honest with her before the mental toll is too much and he risks losing whatever sliver of a chance he had.

“Come here,” he calls to her in the softest voice he can manage. He too had been taken over by the severity of their situation. His facial hair has grown out to create a dark shadow across his face and his hair is longer than it’s been in years. He’s foregone any sort of luxury attire and instead lives in t-shirts with jackets and jeans.

She hesitates for a moment but the calm call of his voice coaxes her closer and she disobeys her internal monologue to listen. With one arm outstretched, he beckons for her to tuck into his side and she doesn’t, staying just outside of his reach.

“Come here,” he whispers again, leaning to graze his fingers against her arm and to catch her. She takes one small step forward and it’s enough for him to grasp her arm, tugging her the rest of the way. Wrapping her own arms around him, she buries her face into his shoulder and her emotions consume her.

He lets her use him as a comfort object although he knows she doesn’t truly want him. She would take comfort from anyone or that’s what he tells himself. He whispers reassurance into her ear in Romanian and runs his hand up and down her back as her years come to an end.

Sunny pulls away enough to look at him. Her hands take a hold of his face and she leans her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she does so. Their breaths mingle together and he allows himself to find comfort in her touch as well. His hands match hers; taking a hold of her face and holding her close enough it’s beyond tempting for him.

“I’m not her,” she finally says.

“I know.”

“Say my name.”

The black veins of his true self begin to raise and take over his self control. He snaps his eyes shut and goes to drop his hands but she catches them in hers.

“Say my name, Bucky.”

“Sunny,” he says shallowly as if there is no air in his lungs.

“My name,” she emphasizes as she drops his hands to her neck and repositions hers on his face.

“Don’t do this to me doll,” he warns as he tries to pull away but she refuses to let him.

“Bucky, my name.”

The whine in her voice makes his lungs constrict and he feels her lip ghost over his.

Before she fully pressed down into his, she asks him again to say her name and he complies this time, “Y/N.”

Satisfied with his response, she takes his lips in hers and kisses him. He stiffens in the start but relaxes into her embrace and gives into the kiss, fully allowing himself to enjoy what he’s been dreaming of. Sunny leans into him and his hands catch her waist so they don’t fall from her going practically limp in his arms. Soft sighs and moans leave her mouth as they kiss. Bucky pulls her into him even more and uses her noise of shock to slip his tongue into her mouth. One of her hands leaves his face to catch herself on the window frame as they lean back into their kiss. She pulls away for a moment to get a better look at the man before her and smiles at the sight. The black veins around his eyes have begun to recede while his dark blue eyes remain hidden behind his long lashes and short puffs of air leave his swollen lips. Her fingers drift over the veins and his eyes flutter open at the feeling.

“Y/N,” he whispers against her fingers as she trails them down his face.

“Bucky,” she whispers back.

“Y/N.”

Her smile grows softer the more he says her name, not her nickname but her name.

“What did you mean by ‘don’t do this to me’?” she asks as she continues to trace over his features.

He chuckles while dropping his head so he doesn’t have to look at her when he answers her, “You already know.”

“No I don’t,” she says whilst drawing him up by his chin, “What did you mean?”

“Remember what I told you that night?” he sighs, letting the vulnerability consume him against his better judgment.

She nods, her finger trailing across his lips and poking at where his fangs disappeared into his gums.

“I’m weak when you’re around,” he tells her and kisses the tip of her finger.

“Because of Celeste?”

He shakes his head, “It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“What did you tell her?” Steve harshly demands as he finds Peggy out in the garden with their son. He stalks up to her and nearly shatters the glass of her table when he slams his fists down.

She doesn’t even flinch, instead offering him a sweet smile, “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, now tell me what you said to Sunny.”

Peggy shrugs her shoulders and waves to Yelena who is being chased around by Wyatt.

“You told her about Celeste didn’t you?”

She shrugs again, looking at him from under her lashes, “She was going to find out sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.”

Steve scoffs in disbelief, “That wasn’t for you to tell. Why would you do that?”

“Like I said,” she said, more defensive than before, “She was going to find out sooner or later so I sped up the process.”

“I hope you realize what this means for you.”

“And what exactly does this mean for you?” she hisses, spinning around to face her husband, “You’ll pick your friend over your wife? The mother of your child?”

Steve shakes his head before walking away, neither confirming nor denying her assumption.

The minute he’s not within sight she pulls out of her phone to text Alix one thing and one thing only; the Bucharest Estate address with specific instructions on how to find Sunny’s and Bucky’s room.

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flordeamatista · 10 months

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💕 Self-love time! Talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you enjoy the most, for whatever reason. Send to other creators to do the same if you wish. 💕

Oh, Darling, My Soul

sun!ari levison x moon!f!reader

I wrote this fic as my first love letter to Ari. This was inspired by the sun and moon poem and I wanted to write him in a loving, passionate way. I literally poured my soul into this one.

After Hours

ceo!silverfox!ari levinson x personal assistant!reader

This was my baby fic, which I worked on for six months. I went through so many drafts of writing a world for a Silverfox Ari and came up with so many ideas. Thank you, @navybrat817 for giving me the idea and trusting me to make a beautiful daydream. I was touched to hear that you thought I would make the perfect silver fox!ari The gifs I created for my moodboard are the ones I created when I first began making gifs. I just improved a few things, but I had this vision for how I wanted the moodboard gif to look. It shows how much I have improved from my writing to making gifs.

Feel Me

artist!bucky barnes x mermaid!reader

Each word and emotion in this story is based on my recent vacation and being in the waves. The idea was sent to me by @aquariusbarnes, and I remember writing a few lines and leaving them in my drafts until I got home from being at the beach.

Bound to Me

dark mob!bucky barnes x stewardess!reader

Definitely one of my darkest stories. This daydream really pushed my writing limits.

my favorite art gif creations

Making gifs and moodboards and coloring gifs has been the best creative outlet for me for the past 10 months. Gifs are my favorite way of helping others connect with their muse. I get upset when people reupload my gifs to their posts without crediting me. (Credit the gif marker and use the Tumblr search box to find the gif.) My gifs can be found using a hashtag #flordeamatistagifs if people wish to use them on their daydreams.

I made these for @targaryenvampireslayer 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐫 and I had a lot of fun experimenting with Photoshop techniques.

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loving-barnes · 2 years

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Vendetta - Vulnerable (10)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: talk of sexual assault and mocking, violence, blood, murder, alcohol - darker chapter

Autor’s note: Finally, you will get to learn more about Y/N’s past. I will be editing the chapter later today (there are not many mistakes, but there are some).

Viewer discretion is advised. This story is for readers 18+!

Word count: 4900+

Chapter nine

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Vulnerable (10)

Bucky: Hi, have you seen Y/N?

Yelena: No. I haven’t seen her or heard about her for days now. I’m worried. This is the first time she went MIA for more than two days. Luckily, I’ve seen some tracks she has left. That’s the only thing giving me hope she’s alive and working.

Bucky: Can you tell me what happened?

Yelena: That is not my story to tell, Barnes. You’d have to ask her but she won’t tell you.

Bucky: Let me know if you hear something about her. Please.

Yelena: Ha, you must really like her.

Bucky: Just call me, alright?

Yelena: As you wish, Wolf Boy.

Y/N was on a mission for almost two weeks. Since the news about Killmonger was revealed, she wanted to put an end to this war – even if it meant her doing it all alone, with her bare hands and getting seriously hurt. Nothing mattered to her, only to bring her enemy down on their knees – the same way they did. She forgot about her family and the alliance. She stopped picking up calls and focused on getting the information she needed. Y/N didn’t want to be distracted by Barnes following behind her ass like a dog.

The night before her father’s funeral, she finally got what she wanted. After hours of planning, she was able to get to one of the high-trusted men of Hydra – Ulysses Klaue. He was coming out of a strip club Hydra owned in Staten Island when she grabbed the opportunity and kidnapped him.

It took good timing and a huge dose of opium to get him back to Queens into one of the warehouses she was no longer using. That idiot was all alone, therefore he became an easy target. The plan was to sell the place but there were times she used it to torture people there.

“Ah,” Klaue moaned from pain as she kicked him back to the ground. He was already conscious, rolling on the cold hard wet surface. His fancy suit was covered in mud and torn in several places. “You fucking cunt,” he growled, trying to stand up on his feet.

“You might as well start singing because, at the end of the night, you are still going to die,” she stepped closer to him and kicked him into his chest, making him fall down again. “Tell me everything, Ulysses. Be useful for once.”

“I’m not telling you anything, Fox,” he cried. “If I die, might as well die with all the secrets,” he took a deep breath and laughed.

She put a wicked smile on her face. “I’m going to make you sing, don’t you worry, Klaue.” She hit him straight into his face with her fist, making him spit blood and some teeth out. She knew how to throw a good punch. He rolled on his back and whined. The blood was all over his face and clothes. “Why did you hire Killmonger?” she asked him.

He kept his mouth shut as he was lying on the ground, breathing heavily. Y/N got quickly annoyed and was ready to smash his face with her boot. As she was about to hit him, he grabbed her ankle and swiftly pulled her down to him, attacking her.

Klaue managed to hit her face and tore her lower lip. Then got to sit on top of her, hitting her face a few more times. “Fucking little cunt,” he laughed, spitting blood all over her. “You think you can kill me? You are a weak woman.” He started to admire how her face slowly played with several colors. The bruising would become worse in a few hours.

“Do you think you will be able to destroy Hydra?” he asked her when he grabbed both of her hands and pressed them above her head. His blood kept slowly dripping from his face. The droplets were falling onto her cheeks and nose. It made her gag. “No one can destroy us. We have the upper hand. We got rid of your pathetic father as well as the old Barnes and his wife. And soon, when we will get rid of you, no one will stand in our way to rule New York.”

“What?” it slipped out of her mouth. They killed Bucky’s parents? It wasn’t an accident?

He chuckled. “Do you think it was an accident? You are all such fools,” he said happily. “In this world, nothing is an accident. Rumlow and I made sure they wouldn’t come out of the car alive.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Hydra killed Bucky’s parents and he didn’t know. “Their death allowed us to mess with James. That idiot believed everything we told him. And we got him where we wanted… until you had to meddle into everything, you fucking cunt.”

The anger inside her was about to blow like a volcano. She managed to push her body forward and roll him over her. He didn’t expect the move and suddenly, she was the one who was sitting on top of him, beating the shit out of the man.

“You piece of shit!” she screamed at him, not stopping to hit his face. When the man was almost unconscious, she got off him and stood up, wiping the blood off her face with the back of her hand.

Y/N quickly ran to her car and took out a rope and a baseball bat, ready to use it on that fucker. From the old office, she brought a rustic chair into the middle of the warehouse where she forced him to sit on it. He was a heavy motherfucker and it was a struggle to put him on the chair. Once seated, she tied his hands, legs, and torso to the chair.

“Fuck,” she breathed, tired from carrying all the weight. “You heavy swine.”

“Let-me-out,” he mumbled, barely able to communicate. His head was wobbling around. “You’ll pay for this.” More blood escaped his mouth.

She glared at him and swung the bat over her shoulder. “I already did.” She stopped in front of him and put a sweet smile on her face. “Tell me, Klaue, why have you hired an assassin? Is Pierce scared to do the job himself?”

Before he could reply, she hit his right knee with the bat with all force. The sound of crackling bone could be heard around the empty warehouse. He shouted from the top of his lungs as a new wave of pain hit him. “Fuuuuuuck!”

“Aw, don’t cry, darling,” she stood behind him and put a hand on his shoulder, massaging it. “Just breathe through your nose,” and she laughed. “Such a pussy.”

“Fucking, crazy bitch!” he kept whining. “Are you fucking out of your mind?”

“Am I?” she asked back. The bat was back in her hands, aiming at his hand as if she was practicing baseball. The difference was that his head became the ball. “One move and you are dead, Klaue. Well, if I successfully hit the right places around your head. Imagine staying paralyzed for life. Now, tell me everything.”

He kept breathing through his nose, exhaling with his mouth. The sobs kept escaping his mouth here and there. Y/N put the bat down and went back in front of him, leaning closer. His eyes found her face that kept that wicked smile on. “You know what’s funny, Fox? Hydra knows your weakness. Hydra knows what happened a few years ago when you joined the military.”

Y/N tried to keep her face straight, not giving him any emotion. But the smile faded. Her stomach turned upside down and her palms started to sweat. How could they know?

“Do you think it was a coincidence we hired Killmonger?” he asked rhetorically. “We’re not that stupid, little girl.”

Without thinking, she reached for the knife she had in a holster on her thigh and stabbed it into his left leg, straight in the middle of his thigh. Another set of screams and sobs came out of the man’s throat. The blood was dripping down his thigh and onto the ground.

Once he calmed down after a few minutes, he opened his mouth again. “Tell me, Fox, did he fuck you good?” he grinned at her, showing her his bloody teeth. “He told us how he had a great time with you. How he fucked you with his friends. You kept screaming for help and no one came,” he continued. “He told us how he abused your virgin little hole. It sounded like a lot of fun.”

Her hands started to shake wildly. Listening to how he knew about everything that happened a few years ago, made her stomach twist in pain, making her nauseous. Those words triggered her and suddenly, she felt as if she was back there, that night when Killmonger and two of his friends raped her. All those hands were back on her body, taking off her clothes while she struggled to fight back. They crawled up her body and squeezed her throat, stopping the oxygen.

“He told us everything, dove,” he laughed triumphantly. “He told us how they used every one of your holes for their pleasure.”

She couldn’t listen to him anymore. He knew too much and he deserved nothing more than to die. His voice was suddenly muffled and she couldn’t hear him anymore. The only thing she was able to register was the sound of her beating heart that wanted to escape her chest. And then there was a loud ringing in her ears. It reminded her of the screams that escaped her mouth that night.

Y/N screamed at the man and threw herself on top of him, plunging taking the knife out of his thigh and plunging it deep into his chest. His warm, dark blood started to splash out of his body, covering them both. With the deep growl that kept coming out of her chest, she kept stabbing him into the chest, not giving a shit that he was already dead. All the rage caused her to stab him at least twenty times. The last stab was right into his eye. She twisted the knife from side to side and left it there.

Such masterpiece.

She looked at the dead body, admiring the art she had created. Klaue was dead, she was sure of it. No one would be able to survive an attack like this. She rolled to the side from the lifeless body and curled up into a ball, crying. Those words were still ringing in her head. Hydra had the biggest advantage of all time. They knew about her trauma and they would be able to use it against her.

She kept crying on the ground for ten minutes until she couldn’t anymore. Her face was hot, her eyes were burning and she kept gasping for breath. Even the snot came out of her nose but she didn’t give a fuck.

With one last breath, she slowly stood up and fixed her clothes. It was done. Now, it was time to get rid of the body. Y/N went to her car, into the boot where she had heavy iron chains. She wrapped one end around the car and dragged the other end to the body where she secured it around the dead man. The second chain was wrapped around the legs of the chair, just to be sure the man would sink down in the sea.

Y/N threw the bloody bat back into the car and got inside, starting the vehicle. She brushed the remains of the snot against her bloody jacket. Slowly, she drove to the edge of the warehouse where the bay was. The water was at least seven meters deep there. As she was approaching the edge, she sped up and drifted before the end of the ground. It helped her drag the body over the ground and get it as close as possible to the water.

When she unwrapped the chain from the car, she wrapped the rest of it around the body. He was starting to smell terrible. It took her a few minutes until she managed to roll the chain-wrapped body into the water. When it hit the surface, she exhaled with relief. Her eyes kept watching the bubbles that were coming to the top as the body kept sinking down.

“One down,” she said to herself.

Her hand reached into the back pocket of her jeans, taking out her phone. It had a cracked screen but it luckily kept working. Unlocking the phone was difficult. She made a mental note to buy a new one.

Y/N’s eyes locked on the photo she had on the main page. It was her and Yelena during summer when they spent a week in London. She was the only person Y/N could trust. She was the last real family that she needed to protect at all costs.

After almost two weeks, she opened her messages. The inbox was filled with texts from Yelena, Wade, Scott, Peter, and even Barnes. They were all worried about her. No wonder - she’s been MIA for almost two weeks, not communicating with anyone.

When she ran away from Yelena’s apartment, she quickly headed back home where she started to plan a solo mission to get anyone from Hydra. After over a day she realized she had some glass stuck inside her feet and it made it difficult to walk. It was a bitch to take it all out. When was the last time she forgot about everything and focused on one goal?

Heading back to the car, she hardly typed Yelena a short message. I’m alive. I’m going home.

She started the car and left the warehouse, leaving some anger and fear behind. One important member of Hydra was gone. Y/N realized that his death would only bring rage out of Hydra. But they were the ones that started the war.

The drive to Yelena’s old place took about half an hour. When she parked the car, she noticed the light was off – no one was home. Maybe Yelena thought she was heading back to the mansion. Y/N couldn’t consider that place as home anymore.

Slowly, she dragged herself up into the apartment. When she walked in and turned on the lights, there were several dirty wine glasses on the coffee table as well as the kitchen counter. It seemed that Yelena had visitors while she was gone.

Y/N opened the refrigerator door and found one last bottle of rum. She took it out and brought it with her to the rooftop of the building where she could stare at midnight in New York. She didn’t mind the blood all over her body. It seemed as if she forgot about it.

Some idiots kept honking the car horn, shouting profanities. It was happening several streets away and yet she was able to hear them as if it was happening close to her building. Y/N sat down, bringing the bottle to her lips, ready to drink the liquid until she noticed she hadn’t opened it yet.

“Fuck,” she hissed and opened the bottle, quickly gulping down the rum. It burnt her throat but she didn’t mind. Alcohol seemed like the only way to get rid of her memories. As if it was the solution to all her life trauma. She kept chugging on it as if it was lemonade.

Here and there, Klaue’s face kept popping in her mind, still hearing his last words. That fucker knew what happened to her – hell, they all knew. As much as she tried to hold back the tears, she couldn’t do it for long. Some were able to escape, falling down her bloody cheeks.

“Y/N?” she heard Bucky’s voice behind her back. Was she imagining it? No. She didn’t turn around; rather put the bottle to her lips and took another few sips of the alcohol. “Holy shit,” his steps came closer to her until he stopped right beside her, gasping. “What the fuck happened?”

She didn’t look at him. Her eyes were fixed on the streetlamps and the skyscrapers in far Manhattan. But that view was suddenly blocked by Bucky’s face. He sat down opposite her, his hands immediately on her blood-covered face and his eyes were mapping every detail. He could see the torn lip, the bloody temple, and even the bruising forming on her cheek and eye. He waited for her to speak. Still, she kept her mouth shut, not saying a word.

“We’ve been worried about you,” he said after a minute when his eyes checked the rest of her body. Whose blood was it? He kept shaking his head in disbelief. She looked as if she was in a massacre. One thing he knew for sure was that most of the blood didn’t belong to her. Y/N had some wounds on her face, but they wouldn’t produce that much blood. “Please, look at me,” he whispered and put both of his hands back on her cheeks, making her look at him.

With a sigh, she said: “I killed Klaue.”

Bucky’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he heard the news. “What?” he had to ask, not sure if she was trolling or not.

“I killed Klaue,” she repeated without any emotion.

Bucky quickly took his phone out of the jacket and typed a message to Yelena, informing her where they were. He knew he’d need her help. “Alright, I need to know more,” he said calmly when he put his phone back and his hands landed on her shoulders, stroking them. “Is that his blood?”

“Yep,” she said and drank the rum again.

He noticed how much was already missing from the bottle. Did she drink it all alone? He remembered that bottle – Yelena bought it a few days ago when they were in the apartment, trying to track down Y/N. They never got to it. “Was it you who kidnapped him?” he asked. When she took another sip from the bottle, he made her put it down. “You should stop drinking, Y/N.”

“He’s swimming in the ocean, making friends with the fish,” she laughed and put the bottle back to her lips. Bucky stole the bottle from her hand and threw it behind him, not caring that most of the content of the bottle spilled over the ground. “What the fuck?” she shouted at him. “Fuck you, Barnes! How fucking dare you?”

“Y/N, you’ve been gone for almost two weeks,” he raised his voice at her. “Everyone has been looking for you. Yelena put a lot of your men around the Queens to find you. Even Stark and I helped. Everyone was worried about you.”

She scoffed. “Please, don’t pretend you care, Wolf.” Her eyes turned darker and she frowned at him. “You don’t care. No one cares about me, alright? Everybody pretends they care but the truth is no one does. They only pretend for the money.” The alcohol kicked in. She didn’t give a single fuck about anything or anyone. She needed to shut down the voices running inside her head.

He shook his head in disbelief. “That’s not true Y/N. Yelena cares about you – she hasn’t slept in days, worried sick about you. Wade cares about you. Fuck, even I care about you, doll. Just, please believe me when I say-“

“Believe you?” she raised her brows. “W-Why should I believe that you care?“

His hands gripped her shoulders and he shook her body a little. “I fucking care about you. You may not believe me, but I really do.”

She frowned at him. “Why do you care about me? You don’t even know me. You know nothing about me, Barnes. Until a few months ago, you didn’t even know I existed.”

Bucky sighed and shook his head. His eyes never left hers. Something was in them and she couldn’t quite know what it was. They softened and seemed sad. “I want to know you, Y/N. If you’d let me in, I would like to know more of you,” his voice was now barely a whisper. “I’m not your enemy. I never wanted to be one,” he admitted.

There was silence between them. Bucky kept holding her shoulders, absentmindedly stroking them with his thumbs while their eyes kept staring at each other. Both were breathing simultaneously and neither of them wanted to let go.

Y/N’s mind was running wild. Everything was too confusing. She didn’t know who to trust; she didn’t know whether he was telling the truth. At the same time, she didn’t give a single fuck. What her mind could focus on were his lips calling her to taste them. Where did that thought come from?

Now you have the opportunity of a lifetime, said her inner voice. When was the last time she kissed a man? She thought about it for a second. It was over a year ago when she was in LA and met with the Asgardian clan. But now, Bucky was in front of her – the boy she used to be in love with. Used to, right?

Before she knew it, she leaned closer to him, capturing his lips with hers in a soft kiss. Her drunken mind wanted to know how his lips felt against her. She wanted to know what he tasted like. They were soft, as she imagined, and he didn’t move away from her.

Bucky closed his eyes, enjoying the kiss. He was taken back by the action but he would lie if he said he didn’t enjoy it. Both his hands moved to her neck and pulled her closer to his body, deepening the kiss. Bucky didn’t want to stop but he knew it was wrong. She was drunk and murdered a man not long ago. Her mind was all over the place and he didn’t want to use her vulnerable state. Back in the day, he wouldn’t give a fuck. Now, he wasn’t able to do it to her.

He pulled away from the kiss. “Stop, you don’t want to do this,” he whispered, still keeping his eyes closed.

Y/N looked at him, her face stoic. This was the first time a man didn’t want to proceed even though she was offering herself willingly. She took a deep breath through her nose and let him go. Her legs felt like jelly but she managed to stand up and walk to the bottle on the ground. There was still some alcohol left.

She picked it up and drank the rest of the liquid in one go. Afterward, she threw the bottle back down on the ground, breaking it.

“Y/N,” Bucky said her name softly. She ignored him.

As she was walking away, Yelena appeared at the door, breathing heavily. “Holy shit,” she gasped when she found Y/N covered in blood with a bruised face. “What the fuck happened to you? Are you alright?” she approached her and put both her hands on her cheeks.

The woman shook off her hands and took a step back. Why did everyone have to touch her face tonight? “I killed Klaue,” she informed her, still lacking any emotion. Then, she bypassed her and went to the door, leaving the roof.

The blonde kept staring at the Wolf boss, not believing what she just witnessed. “What the fuck?” her voice shook. “What happened to her? Did she really kill Klaue?”

Bucky slowly stood up from the ground and swiped off some dirt that was on his pants. “It seems she actually did,” he replied.

“Did she say more?” she approached him.

He shook his head. “She said he’s making friends with the fish, which means his body is swimming somewhere in the sea. Judging by the way she looked, it must have been a massacre. Shit,” he sighed.

Yelena checked him from head to toes, confused as to why he was covered in blood. “What about you? Have you been there too? You have bloody clothes and something is also on your face,” she pointed at his cheek.

“Uh,” he quickly thought about his answer. “She had a moment and leaned against me, that’s why I looked like this,” he pointed at his bloody clothes. “You should go to her. She’s drunk and kind of out of mind, to be honest. I don’t mean it bad, it’s just… she needs you.”

She nodded, agreeing with his words. “Will you come tomorrow for the funeral?”

“Yes, I am. Usually, if a Mob boss dies, the rivals would come to the funeral either out of respect or out of pure mockery,” he explained.

“Which one are you?” she asked.

It took him a good minute until he replied. “A bit of both, to be honest,” he smiled a little.

Yelena frowned at him and put a finger to her nose, thinking. “Do you- Do you think that Pierce might attend the funeral?”

“Uh…”

“Think about it,” she continued. “Both Stark and you will be attending. There is a high possibility that those fuckers will come too,” and she took a phone out of a pocket, quickly texting Peter. She asked him to look into it. “I have to go. See you tomorrow,” she waved a hand and ran down into the apartment, not waiting for any response from him. She needed to be with Y/N.

When she entered the apartment, she was met with a pacing, irritated woman that found another bottle of alcohol from somewhere, chugging it like water. Y/N didn’t bother to take off any of the clothes. She smelled like metal and a rotting body.

“Y/N,” Yelena approached her carefully. “Tell me what happened tonight.”

The woman looked at her friend and waved with the bottle. “They know,” she sobbed. “They all know what happened to me in the military,” her voice was shaking, as well as the hand that held the bottle.

“Who knows?” Yelena didn’t exactly follow.

“Hydra – everyone from Hydra knows that fucking Killmonger raped me back in the military,” she grunted. “Klaue told me before I had decided to kill that motherfucker.” She took another swig and burped. “But, oh boy, did I enjoy killing him.”

Yelena grabbed the bottle out of her hand which only made Y/N frown at her. “What the fuck is wrong with everyone? Did you all decide to steal the booze from me and touch my face? The fuck?!”

“For fuck’s sake, Y/N, sit your ass down on the couch and breathe, alright?” Yelena pushed her to the couch and watched her take a seat. “Let’s take this step by step, shall we?”

Y/N shook her head and covered her face with both of her palms, crying silently. “I can’t take a breather, Yelena. It’s all becoming too much.”

The blonde wrapped her arms around her dirty body and sighed. “It’s because you are doing almost everything alone. You can’t do that to yourself, Y/N. You can’t do it all alone. It’s going to destroy you.”

“H-he told them the details of that night,” Y/N mumbled. “They know it all. They-“ she stopped talking and pushed her body away from Yelena, quickly running into the kitchen sink where she threw up all the content of her stomach.

Yelena made a disgusted grimace but ran to her boss, stroking her back and holding her hair. “Let it all out,” she goaded her. “It’s all going to be okay. All you have to do now is to let people help you.”

“Lenka,” Y/N took a deep breath once the vomiting stopped. “I am the boss. I have to fix this shit if we want to live…” she didn’t finish the sentence. She rather turned on the water and cleaned the sink from the contents of her stomach. It was mostly alcohol and acid. “It’s all too much. Tomorrow is the funeral and I don’t even want to attend it.”

Yelena grabbed her hand and took her into the bathroom. “Undress and take a shower. We have to clean the clothes or destroy them. Plus, you smell really bad. A shower will make you feel better.”

Y/N chuckled and the tiny smile remained on her face. “I will.” Before Yelena left her alone, Y/N asked, “what happened while I was MIA?”

The blonde leaned against the door frame and crossed her hands over her breasts. “Well, I was in contact with Barnes a lot, actually. He was looking for you.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say.”

Yelena laughed. “That’s a step. Usually, you would bitch about it. Now, go take a shower and I’ll prepare some clothes for you.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N peeled off the clothes of her body once she was left alone in the bathroom. Suddenly, she felt disgusting and wanted to wash away everything that happened that day, even the moment of weakness when she kissed Barnes. Why did I do it?

It didn’t matter. It didn’t mean anything, and she did it because the emotions mixed up together, causing chaos in her head. No wonder, she had the two tough weeks behind her. As she closed her eyes and enjoyed the water, she could still feel his lips on hers. He didn’t push back immediately. Why? Fuck, he even deepened the kiss. Did it mean anything?

Shaking the thought away, she finished her shower and wrapped her body into the soft towels Yelena owned. The blood from her body was gone. When she looked into the mirror, she could see how bruised her face was and where some of the wounds were.

Yet somehow, she felt more alive than ever.

Chapter eleven will be out on May 20, 2022.

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