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Born In Flames || Chapter One

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

Warnings: Some mafia business talk but that’s about it for now

Word Count: 2,646

Authors Note: Finally decided to start on this bad boy! And yes, Duff’s is a real rock bar in Brooklyn! I did some research on places and now I really want to visit it! Also the title comes from one of my favorite bands, In This Moment! Enjoy! If you would like to be added to the tag list, send me a message/ask. I prefer you not to write it in the comments on this post. Thank you.

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We need to talk, come to the office tonight at 5.

You stared at the text message sent from your father, scoffing at the idea of him needing to talk to you. It had been months since you saw him face to face, and that was only because you went to your aunt’s funeral. The two of you spoke minimally, not seeing a reason to give updates on life.

Your father, Michael, had spent his life growing up in the mafia world. His father before him ran Brooklyn and handed it off to his son when his body started to slow down. You were born into the life, but there was a difference. You didn’t like it. Every time you wanted to go out, you had to have an escort. One of his men would follow you around, whether it was the mall or just sitting outside in the car at a friend's home. It was a pain in your ass but you learned how to hide from them. Escape through windows, duck through a group of people, shut off your phone so the tracker they had in it stopped working. You became your fathers biggest problem for a while.

When your mother died, it devastated you. You were only 19 and she was the one person in the world who would let you rant about your father. You couldn’t exactly tell your friends what Michael did for a living. Your mother tried to talk some sense into him but it never worked. You left home after her funeral and didn’t look back. Michael would try to message you from time to time, wanting to form some sort of relationship. You didn’t care though. He took enough of your life away growing up and now you finally had freedom.

You lived in an apartment in lower Brooklyn, just a two bedroom place that overlooked a park. You made amazing money at your job, working as a bartender at a rock bar named Duff’s. Music, beer, and metalheads willing to throw bills your way for another shot. How could you want anything else? You had been there for about eight years now and it kept the lights on at home.

You have 30 minutes to talk to me. I’m not going to be late for my shift because of you.

You sent the text back and rolled over in bed, curling up around one of your pillows. Duff’s was only open from 6pm to 4am so you were certainly a night owl. Why did he want to talk anyways? Had he not gotten the hint that you wanted to avoid him for the rest of your life? The only thing that kept you connected to your old life was your name, that was it. Checking the time on your phone, it was only noon. Grumbling, you knew sleep wouldn’t come back now that you were thinking about what Michael needed to see you for. Pushing the covers back, you decided to go about your day as usual. Shower, breakfast on the fire escape as you watched the people in the park, and a quick little conversation with your neighbor.

Miss Liz was a little old lady who seemed to come from her hippie days. She told you all about Woodstock and her crazy stories of the antics she got into. If you didn’t know it, you would have thought she came straight out of Dazed And Confused. There were days she would set a Tupperware container of goodies out for you if she wasn’t going to be home to talk with you. In return, you got her the best weed and left it in the container by her windowsill.

Things had been going great. The only thing you could really complain about were the neighbors to the other side, who seemed to be having nightly arguments. Little did the wife know, the husband was cheating on her during the day. Sometimes you wanted to intervene, but you decided it wasn’t your place.

You cleaned up the apartment, making sure the dishes were done and the guest room you had turned into a little hobby room was organized. A day bed sat inside while your computer setup was on the other side, along with a shelf unit with art supplies. You had a tendency to move back and forth between it all, depending on your mood.

By four pm, you decided to get ready for work. It took about twenty minutes to get to your fathers office and then from his office to your job, about fifteen. You didn’t want to change clothes and you didn’t honestly care what Michael would say about your attire. Growing up, he always wanted you to be a part of his business, but you couldn’t find it in you to be one of his minions.

Putting your hair up in a curled ponytail, you slid on a cropped tee with Duff’s written across the front. You decided on jean shorts with black fishnets since it was on the warmer side today and pairing it with your favorite boots. It fit the aesthetic of the bar you worked at which often had metal bands playing and visiting. Grabbing your bag and making sure you had everything, you sighed and tried to remain calm on the drive to the office you grew up around.

Pulling up outside, you gazed up at the building. A bubble of anxiety started in your chest and it grew when you stepped out and walked in. You flipped off the front desk as they asked for your name and you walked to the elevators, pressing the button to go up. It took a moment while you avoided the security guard, but all you said was that your father needed to speak with you. That seemed to shut him up. You got into the elevator and went up to the top floor where his office always sat. You got odd looks from people as you walked through, keeping your head high and your walking pace fast. Checking your phone, you saw it was 5:01. Perfect.

You didn’t care to knock as you swung the door open. Your father sat at his desk, in the middle of a conversation with a man who sat in a chair on the opposite side. The man had his back to you as Michael stood and gave you a glare.

“I see you still don’t knock. What are you wearing?” He asked, crossing his arms over his grey suit.

“I have to work. Now what did you want besides critiquing my clothing?” You raised an eyebrow, hands resting on your hips.

“Right. Work. Must be some job…” he mumbled with an eye roll. “Seems I have an enemy who knows just where that bar is. Duff’s, right?” He asked, though he didn’t give you a moment to respond as he pulled out surveillance photos and laid them out on his desk. “I was sent these this morning. Someone has been watching you and I feel like they’re going to try to use you as a way to get me to give in on this deal,” he stood back.

You frowned and walked over, ignoring the man sitting in the seat beside you as you leaned over the desk and looked at the photos. They had all been taken over the last week. Going to work, leaving work, your car, even your morning routine of talking to Miss Liz on the fire escape. You leaned up and looked over at Michael.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I haven’t spend a day in your world for almost a decade and now I’m the one being watched? Great, Mike, just fucking great. So let me guess, you made a bad deal again and I have to go into hiding again. The only difference is that mom isn’t here to actually give a shit about making sure I’m happy through it all!” You yelled, not caring who heard you outside of the office. “I should have known something was up when you wanted me to come here. You screwed up my childhood and now you’re trying to screw up the freedom I made for myself.”

“Enough, Y/N!” Michael spat, raising his voice as you took a step back. “What I do with my business is none of your concern and no, I’m not putting you into hiding. Meet Bucky,” he said, motioning to the man sitting in the chair. You looked down and met his eyes for a brief second before looking back at your dad. “He’s going to be your bodyguard until this blows over.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “That’s cute. A bodyguard, really? What, he stays with me at work and sits outside my apartment? Hope you like the fire escape buddy,” you said sarcastically.

“Actually, no. Bucky will be moving in with you. I believe your apartment has two bedrooms, yes? And you live alone?” He asked, looking over a paper that you assumed had everything about your apartment building. You knew he had his ways, you just hated that he did it. Using them for his enemies was one thing. On you? That pissed you off.

“So he’s gonna live with me? How is that fair? And how long do you think this will be before it blows over? I remember being stuck at the lake house for seven months before I was able to see my friends again and I was twelve. I’m not gonna quit my job because you suck at being a mafia boss,” you crossed your arms. If Michael could blow steam from his ears, he would.

“You can whine all you want. Wherever you go, he goes. Work, home, the store, anywhere. Don’t expect this to be fixed anytime soon because I have been dealing with this guy for years and he is one of the most ruthless in the business. I trust Bucky to watch over you. He’s been on my team for a long time now and he will make sure you stay safe,” Michael explained, taking a seat in his large brown leather chair.

You stared at you father for a few moments, wanting to sock him straight in the nose for swooping in and fucking up your life again. But you knew he probably had another plan if you didn’t take the first. Perhaps posting other guards up around your job and work, having someone secretly following you around. He wasn’t above doing any of that.

“Fix your fucking mess so I can get back to never having to see your face again,” you said, turning and walking towards the door. As you pulled the handle, you glanced back to see Bucky still seated. “Let’s go, guard dog,” you spat before walking out.

Michael sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I told you this wouldn’t be easy.”

“I can handle a little whining. I’ll update you at the end of every day,” Bucky nodded and stood, collecting his duffel bag that had his personal belongings that he would be taking to your place.

Michael gave a slight wave towards the door, knowing you were halfway to the elevator by now. Bucky walked out and shut the door behind him, putting on an emotionless expression as he hurried his steps to catch up with you.

The two of you rode down in silence, and it continued on the way to the car. Once inside, you noticed the bag he tossed in the back seat and rolled your eyes.

“Do not touch my shit in the spare room. I’ll clear out space in the closet but no touching my art stuff or the computer. I’m assuming he told you I work nights? Hope you enjoy metal music and loud people,” you said as you pulled out of the parking spot and drove off.

Bucky gave a slight nod to acknowledge what you said, but he didn’t feel the need to say anything. He was only meant to watch over you, not make friends. You couldn’t take his silence so you turned the radio up, fighting against the traffic to make it to the bar. You were opening up tonight and you weren’t sure how your boss would take to having a guy sitting there, watching you the whole time. But Duff was a cool guy, so you knew he would probably just offer to get Bucky drunk.

Pulling up in the back, you sifted through your keys as Bucky looked at the building. How could you give up the life of being a mafia princess for something like this? He wasn’t sure he would be able to ever understand it. Stepping out, he followed you inside after you unlocked the door.

Leading him into the main part, you pointed to a table in the back. “Better post up there for the night,” you sighed before starting the opening motions. Lights, glasses, music, checking stock, wiping everything down, filling the ice bin, getting the register ready.

Bucky watched you, his arms crossed as he leaned back in the chair. You were a spitfire, someone who probably could take care of herself in a fight. He heard the stories Michael told him about you and how you were as a child. Leaving the mafia business was bound to happen. But unlike those other guards you grew up with, Bucky wasn’t going to easily let you slip through his fingers.

Work had gone pretty simple that night, the usuals coming in and requesting songs as well as shots to get fucked up. Since it was the middle of the week, it wasn’t as crowded as the weekends. Bucky kept an eye on you, to the point of a few patrons mentioning that a “creepy man in a suit staring at you”. You brushed it off and said it was an old friend waiting for you to get off work. They didn’t mention it again after you offered them a drink.

It was hard to work with eyes on you. It was one thing when someone was trying to wave you down from the end of the bar, but something entirely different when some guy your father paid just stared. If it was any other situation, you would have found him quite handsome. The cropped hair, blue eyes, strong jaw, beefy build, it looked good. Or maybe you had been touch deprived for too long. Dating was never your thing and one night stands seemed boring. You tried it a couple times but the men didn’t even know where to find your clit, let alone how to make you cum. Your vibrator was your best friend and now it seemed like you may have to use it in secret. The thought made you roll your eyes.

By the end of the shift, your feet ached and your back was screaming. One of the other bartenders called in sick so you worked double time to get the drinks out. You had worked the last five days in a row and thankfully tomorrow was your day off, though it was silly to think you could do anything now without the guard dog on your ass. You shoved the tips in your bag and clicked off all the lights after locking the front door, ready to get into bed.

“Let’s go,” you said to Bucky, the first words you had spoken to him throughout the whole shift.

Bucky stood and followed you out, noticing the slight limp now that the adrenaline of the shift was gone. “Want me to drive?” He asked as you two made it to the car.

“Nope, don’t want anything from you,” you muttered, sliding into the driver's seat.

Bucky gritted his teeth and got in.

Babysitting you was going to be harder than he thought.

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Five's a Crowd

Summary: (Requested by @maximeevansblog) The reader and Chris' 2 Year Aniversary is coming up, and both have suprises in store.

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, (platonic) Scott Evans x female!reader

Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.

Word Count: 1147

A/N: This writing wasn't gender neutral, obviously, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Don't be afraid to request, my asks should be open and you can obviously be anonymous about it! You can also DM me request. Feel free to check out my other writings too! Hope you enjoy this. <3

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your mouth. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

"Idiot." this prompted you to chuck the spoon you have been previously using at his head. You untied the apron, that really didn't help, from around your waist and began cleaning up. Although, checking the time caused for you to halt all your actions and panic.

"Okay listen up Ass-Wipe..." Scott took a second to look up as if he didn't know you were talking to him but when he saw your glare he paid full attention.

"Since you apparently couldn't go anywhere today I need you to clean up, keep an eye on the cake and put the icing on it for me," Scott went to protest but you put up a finger shaking it.

"You've been distracting me all night and your brother is going to be home in about 20 minutes, and hell I need to get ready. So don't complain!" You began to leave the room going to get dressed.

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your face. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

The 20 minutes felt like 5 minutes as you heard Dodger running to the front door. Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Flattening your dress and making sure there were no stray hairs you walked downstairs to where you had the table set up.

"Hey bud, where's mommy?" He asked this walking into the room that you stood in. His eyes scanned up your body to your face and he smiled at you in the set up scenery. You attempted at a slightly fancy dinner but gave up half-way because Scott had been bugging you all night. So in your shared dining room replacing where the chairs once were was a picnic blanket sat on the floor. There was an assortment of food but what caught Chris' eye the most was the menorah that rested in the middle.

"Why is there a menorah?"

"I wanted the closest thing to 'candlelit' without burning down the house, you get what you get and you don't get upset. Come sit with me my love," You flopped down on the blanket and Dodger ran to you first Chris chuckling and joined you next. You pet Dodger as he gave you kisses and you handed a plate to Chris. You held up your hand at him.

"Please refrain from dirtying the dishes I would like to spend my whole 2 year anniversary dinner with you," You joked as he rolled his eyes and smiled at you. In retaliation he went to the chicken parm first placing it on the plate and you glared grabbing your own plate. You both began to eat talking and reflecting on your previous years.

"Yeah and I thought you were gonna propose and I was scared only for how Dodger would react," You laughed from your place on the floor next to Chris. You both had finished most of the food just laying down and looking at the ceiling, granted you had a projector set up with fake stars displayed so you weren't just staring at emptiness. Chris laughed pulling you closer and you rested your head on his chest feeling his chest rise as he laughed.

"Each time I think he's trying to steal my girl," He glanced down at Dodger who rested near both of your feet sleeping. You chuckled reaching down a bit to pet the sleeping dog in question, giving a stern but joking look to Chris.

"You might be right. If you don't propose soon he might take the chance to," You laughed turning back to Dodger and Chris chuckled a bit just staring at you both now with a proud smile. You glanced at your phone though as it began to vibrate a string of texts from Scott saying the cake was ready. You grabbed your phone and turned to Chris with a smile. You started to get up and pecked his lips heading to the kitchen.

"I'll be back." You rushed into the kitchen running into Scott. When he laid his eyes on you he jumped up and down giddily handing the cake to you. You smiled a thanks adrenaline rushing through you as you opened the door backwards.

"I have a surprise! So, the cake might taste bad but it came from the heart so-" Your words stopped as quickly as they started as your eyes laid upon Chris on one knee. Mouth agape and almost dropping the cake you quickly placed it down gulping, knowing your answer even before he was about to speak.

"Y/n I've loved you since the day I met you and that was obvious with the way I failed to take my eyes off of you. These past two years have helped reinforce the idea that this was the perfect decision. I'm ready if you are to not only end something, but start something beautiful. So, Y/n Y/l/n, instead of being my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend...will you be my wonderful and beautiful wife?" You moved closer with each of his words and you stood above him frozen for a second.

"Just wonderful and beautiful?" You both laughed and you quickly nodded your head pulling him up and into a kiss letting him put the ring on your finger. You pulled away from the kiss and smiled chuckling.

"I don't mean to one-up your surprise but I also have something," You turned around with the cake in hand and put it on full display. He turned his head in confusion and furrowed brows.

"I'm Pregant?" You huffed and yelled out of frustration, "Damn you Scott!"

"I knew I should've googled it!" He yells mostly to himself from the kitchen. Chris just laughed at the both of you placing the cake down and peppering your face with kisses. He kneeled down, just like before, and kissed your belly. He looked up at you with the brightest smile on his face.

"I can't wait to start our family." Dodger was jumping up at you causing you to sit on the floor with Chris and him. You pulled both of them in a hug.

"You two are just the cutest, I can't wait to be in this family too," Scott said with a mouthful and tried to join the hug but you held up a hand still hugging your two boys.

"No, you ruined my cake...and five's a crowd asshole."

Born In Flames || Chapter Seven, Part Two

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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

Warnings: Minor character deaths, non-con (no explicit details, just mentions), blood, torment, slight disassociation, kidnapping

Word Count: Both chapters together are a bit over 5K

Authors Note: So this chapter got dark, and long. So it’s split up into two parts. I’m putting the same warnings on both parts as well, though the second part is slightly less dark but still heavy.

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Bucky was surprised the drive took so long, though he caught glimpses of signs as the headlights hit them. They were still in New York, but definitely not the city. He wondered if Pierce was taking some random route to ambush him, but with a gun to his head, it wouldn’t be a smart idea.

The roads turned into the woods and soon the car was slowly pulling up to a dimly lit cabin. Bucky saw all of the men posted outside and there was no doubt more inside.

“Get out,” Bucky said. They both left the car at the same time, the gun never leaving sight of Pierce. Once he rounded the car, he grabbed Pierce and used him as a shield while the men realized what was happening and approached with their own guns.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Bucky called out.

He didn’t see the man who had just finished taking a piss farther out in the trees, but he heard the soft crunch of twigs and dead leaves beneath his feet. Bucky pulled the gun away for one second and shot at the spot the sound came from.

It seemed his days in battle overseas really aided him. He hit his mark before returning to the men. He didn’t necessarily have a plan for the moment but he knew he had to act fast. Gripping Pierce even harder, Bucky started to shoot each of the men he saw. None of them fired back, knowing it would kill their boss before it ever hit Bucky. Four men down and one in the woods.

“I should say you’re a shitty boss for even leaving them outside in this cold,” Bucky muttered as snow started to fall. Pushing him towards the door, Bucky whispered “knock.”

Pierce did as he was told and before he knew it, Glen/Matthew opened the door.

He reached for his gun but Bucky shot him right between the eyes, though he added a couple more rounds for even betraying his job. Stanley shot up from beside you, your worn out body curled up. It was evident that something had just finished happening within the last hour. Your panties were off to the side and you looked as though you had struggled to shield yourself with the oversized shirt.

Bucky's eyes grew wide as he put two and two together, piecing it all in place. “You sick fuck!” He yelled, causing you to wake with a whimper of pain. You were dazed as Stanley’s body was shot even more, dropping in front of you.

Sitting up, you curled into the couch when you saw Pierce. But then Bucky’s face appeared from behind him and you froze.

“Bucky?” You whispered, your voice hoarse from all of the screaming.

“A whore like her mother,” Alexander scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Bucky quickly turned him around and shot him in the forehead. His body toppled backwards, hitting Stanley’s slightly. He couldn’t stop himself from emptying the rounds into all three of the bodies on the floor. The gun clicked, signaling they were all gone. Tossing the gun to the side, not having to worry about prints due to his gloves, he slowly stepped over the bodies and to you.

You shook, staring as the blood pouring out of the men. “Is this real?” You asked, wiping at your eyes. Your mind would play tricks on you, your dreams sometimes pleasant only to wake up still in the cabin.

Bucky knelt in front of you, gently taking your hands. He looked you over, disgusted at the way the men used you as a punching bag among other things. Pulling off his jacket, he slid it over your shoulders and cupped your face. You winced, your hands moving to rest on his forearms. You stared at him, gripping him as tightly as your weak hands could, hoping that this wasn’t a dream. You couldn’t bear to wake up from something that felt so real.

“I’m here, Angel. It’s real,” Bucky nodded. Glancing around, he furrowed his brow when he didn’t see any pants for you. “Where are your clothes?” He asked, frowning.

You shuddered and shook your head. “They took them away. I don’t…” you trailed off, knowing that they tossed them in the trash early on. They only ever gave you shirts and underwear, and you were “lucky” to even get those, according to Stanley.

Bucky swore under his breath. Grabbing the panties he did see, he slowly helped you into them and got you on your feet. Your knees wobbled, muscles not yet having found themselves. They never did after those times when you were used. Bucky helped you get your arms into the jacket and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m gonna get you home,” he said. Picking you up, he walked out of the house and got you into the passenger seat of Pierce’s car. Chances were that they wouldn’t have called it in and reported it stolen yet. After all, the owner was dead now.

Once he got you in, Bucky quickly rounded the car and got into the passenger seat. Setting the gps on his phone, he set it on the console and turned the heat up. He had felt your body and you were cold as ice.

Quickly he pulled out of the place and headed back towards the city while you curled up in the seat. “How did you find me?” You asked after a few minutes, facing him. Bucky reached out with his hand and you took it, leaning forward and holding it to your cheek. He was so, so warm and you needed the comfort.

“Forced Pierce to bring me there. We’ve been getting all of those videos and photos. When we got the one from today…” Bucky shook his head slightly and stared at the road. “I couldn’t sit by and watch as you were hurt. I was ready to kill anyone who stood in my way of finding you. I didn’t care if I was going to die, I just…I had to find you.”

You listened, pulling the hood up on Bucky’s jacket to hold the warmth in. He knew taking you to your place wasn’t the best option considering they knew where you lived, but you needed to be home. And without a boss, Pierce’s men didn’t have anyone to answer to.

“Michael and I have been trying to find anything about where you were. He’s been signing things over to Pierce just to get you back, but each time one thing was signed over, Pierce would add on another,” Bucky glanced over at you, how puffy and red your eyes were even in the darkness. “Angel…what did they do to you?”

You looked down, though you didn’t pull away. Admitting to what they did was the hardest thing and you never thought you would have to. You were sure that they were going to kill you. Turning the heat up as much as it could, you closed your eyes. “They…used me. Made me do things I didn’t want to. I can’t…” you shook your head as tears started to fall once more.

Bucky pulled the car over and put it in park before turning to you fully. “Shh. I’m sorry. They will never, ever hurt you again. I promise. I’m so sorry,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “I’m not leaving you again. Ever.”

You believed him, but you were still scared. Nodding slightly, you took a few deep breaths. He smelled of leather and whiskey, something you didn’t realize you missed until now. Pulling your head back, you looked into his eyes. “You saved me.”

Bucky brushed your tears away with a nod. “I did say I owed you for saving my life, didn’t I?”

You nodded, though a smile didn’t break through. You weren’t sure if you could smile again, but it would come back in time. “Take me home,” you whispered.

Bucky kissed your bruised cheek as gently as he could before pulling the car back onto the road.

Slowly you started to recognize places, knowing home wasn’t too far away. Bucky didn’t pull his hand from yours. He needed to make sure you were there and you needed him there.

The only time he pulled away was when he parked the car outside of Pierce’s house. He made sure no traces were left before leading you to the car he originally drove in with.

The less evidence, the better.

He got you home quickly after that, helping you up to your apartment. When he opened the door, you frowned. It was somewhat messy, though it wasn’t terrible. To-go containers sat on the counter as well as empty water bottles.

“Buck, what is this?” You asked, looking around. “I didn’t have any of this…”

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve um…been staying here. In case any of the men came looking for something or if you found your way back somehow.”

You looked at him with a sigh, moving to wrap your arms around him and burying your face into his chest. His wound was more or less healed, though you momentarily even forgot he was shot. “Stay.”

“As long as you want me to,” Bucky spoke against your hair. “Think you can take a shower?” He asked, knowing it would help you at least a little.

You pulled back slightly. “I think so,” you muttered. Bucky didn’t give you a chance to do it yourself. He led you to the bathroom and had you sit on the closed toilet seat while he started it up. You noticed that his hair had started to grow out as well as his beard, but not terribly long. It was more full rather than the scruff you had gotten used to. Various new items sat on the counter. A toothbrush, some mouthwash, and Bucky even put some of his own body wash and such in the shower. Bucky turned back to you and nodded gently.

“I’m going to be right outside, okay? Call out if you need me. I’ll bring back a towel,” he looked down at you and he now saw the fresh writing on your leg closer than before. Breathing out through his nose, he met your eyes.

You noticed it but nodded anyways, pulling him in for a tight hug, or as tight as you could manage. “Thank you,” you whispered before letting him go.

Bucky kissed your temple and stepped out, leaving the door just slightly ajar to hear you better if you needed his help. Slowly standing up, you peeled off the jacket, shirt, and underwear. You couldn’t bear to look into the mirror, afraid of what you might see. The showers you were allowed to take were short and cold, while this one felt nice and inviting. If this was a dream, it was the most realistic one. You began to wash your hair first, caked in grease and sweat. It took you two run throughs of shampoo and conditioner before you felt clean. Then came the body.

You used the favorite soap that hadn’t been touched in a while, lathering up and washing your skin as hard as you could. That’s when the tears started again. You knew it was your hands, but you got flashes of the men’s hands on you again. You sat down at the bottom of the tub and tried to do it slowly, shaking as your hand ran up your inner thigh. You froze, sobbing as you tossed the washcloth and hid your face against your hands.

Bucky had decided to clean up the trash he left, shoving it all into bags and setting it by the front door to take out later or tomorrow. He usually was a very clean man, never liking to see trash scattered around. He wasn’t even one to have a bunch of items in his place. He only went there lately to get clothes and such. Once he was done, he went into the hallway and grabbed a thick, fresh towel. Knocking on the door, he peeked his head in.

“Hey Angel? I brought you a towel,” he said softly, setting it on the counter. When you didn’t answer, he frowned deeply. “Y/N?”

“Thank..you…” you gasped between quiet sobs. Bucky sighed and walked in farther.

“Do you need anything?” He asked. He didn’t want to open the curtain considering you were naked and even though he had just seen more of you today than ever, he wasn’t going to be that guy.

You hesitated for a moment before answering. “Don’t go,” you spoke.

Bucky moved to sit on the toilet, elbows on his thighs and hands clasped together. “I’m right here, I promise.”

You sniffled and grabbed the washcloth to try washing yourself again. You had to. You had to get the feeling of all of it off of your skin. Biting your lip and squeezing your eyes shut, you quickened your pace and scrubbed your skin even more until it nearly burned. Bucky was right outside of the curtain, and you knew he would help you do just about anything, but you were strong, right? You had to do this yourself. Once you felt like you were about to make yourself bleed from all of the scrubbing, you slowly stood and rinsed yourself off once more before shutting the shower off. Peeking out from behind the curtain, you looked down at Bucky and reached your hand out towards the towel. He handed it to you and you wrapped yourself in it before pushing the curtain back fully.

Bucky kept his eyes on your face as he stood. “I know this isn’t what you want but…go sit in bed. I need to take care of the…cut,” he muttered. Neither of you wanted to talk about it, but you knew he just didn’t want it to get infected.

Nodding, you stepped out of the shower and headed to your room. He gathered the items he needed while you got dressed. Your room had been pretty much untouched, though he had no reason to even step foot inside. You pulled on a long sleeve and some shorts, knowing it would be better for him to get to the cuts. Crawling onto the bed, you sighed and tried to allow your heart to settle. You were home whether it was a dream or not. You leaned back against the pillows. Being in a bed felt so odd after six months on a couch or floor.

Bucky knocked on the door and you called out that he could come inside. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, one arm full of items. Gauze, wrap, antibacterial ointment, and he even grabbed a couple bottles of water and an apple.

“I thought you might be hungry. It’s not much but if they haven’t been feeding you, you’ll have to start small,” he muttered as he climbed onto the bed next to you.

Sitting up, you curled one leg beneath the extended wounded one, taking the apple as he handed it to you with a small thanks. He turned on the light on the nightstand to get a better look. “So you don’t need stitches, but this won’t feel good. Just remember to breathe, okay?” He asked. You nodded, taking a small bite of the apple.

Bucky proceeded to clean the wound, though you chewed on the apple to bite back the pain. You were thankful it was still somewhat fresh so it didn’t start to get infected. You had smaller cuts from when they hit you but not enough that would get gross. You focused on Bucky’s face, how his eyebrows knitted together as he focused. He had bags under his eyes and looked just about as tired as you.

“What did I miss?” You asked, needing a distraction. Bucky glanced over to your face before your pleading eyes told him you needed it.

Bucky sighed and looked back to your leg. “Well, Michael has pretty much put everyone through the ringer since he doesn’t trust anyone anymore. Glen had been loyal for years so it’s pretty warranted. Liz keeps giving me her pot cookies but I don’t do that stuff so I gave them to Michael. I guess he likes them, but don’t tell her I’m not eating them. I gave her the excuse that you were visiting family. Well…I gave everyone that excuse. I went to your job and told them how there was a family emergency so you would be out of work for a while. Your aunt was sick and you had to stay and look after her. Duff seemed pretty okay with it but I know he missed you. Michael…really tried to get you back. He was ready to do what Pierce asked and sign over the whole company. I know he’s been a bad father, but he does care about you,” Bucky’s words were softer at the end.

You kept chewing on the apple as you listened, your free hand resting on your stomach. You were happy that Bucky came up with lies so people didn’t worry, though you sighed when he mentioned Michael caring.

“Don’t tell him I’m home yet, okay? I just…need a night in here,” you mumbled, setting the half eaten apple on the nightstand as you groaned in pain when Bucky put the ointment on. He whispered a soft apology but continued. Taking a sip of water, he then applied a bandage and taped it down so it wouldn’t fall off too easily.

Setting the water down, Bucky gathered the items and headed out to put them away. You looked around, somewhat feeling like a stranger now in your own home. For the last six months, you had been put out and made to feel like you were nothing but a hole, a body to torment. Pulling the blanket over your legs, you curled up on your side and glanced at the clock. Five am. A time you used to go to sleep after work was finished. It made your heart hurt.

Bucky appeared in the doorway, chewing on his lip. “You should get some sleep,” he mumbled.

Looking over at him, you reached your hand out and motioned for him to come closer. Once he walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, you took his hand. “Stay with me, please?” You asked, not wanting to be alone. Sure, you hadn’t been alone in months, but you trusted Bucky.

Bucky's heart broke at how scared you looked. Nodding, he squeezed your hand. “Let me go get changed and I’ll be right back, Angel,” he said.

You nodded and let go as he got up, watching him walk out. That nickname was beginning to be your favorite in the world. Your brain drifted off as you waited, trying hard to stay away from the demons that were now going to plague your mind. You didn’t have nightmares much at the cabin, just because they would tire you out by slapping you awake and making sure you didn’t get any decent sleep. Hearing soft footsteps, Bucky walked in and shut the door, having done a check around the home before getting changed. He wore just black pajama pants and a tee. Shutting off the light, he crawled into bed on the other side of you and laid on his side. You turned towards him, the streetlight illuminating his face just enough.

“What’s going to happen now? With Michael and Pierce,” you spoke quietly as Bucky slowly pulled you in and wrapped one arm around your waist. The other slid beneath your pillow, his face just inches from yours. His touch was soft, afraid of breaking you farther.

“I’m not sure. It may be covered up, cleaned up with disappearances and bodies that weren’t found,” Bucky shrugged, which made something trigger in your mind.

“Bodies…Bucky, Pierce has bodies buried around that cabin. He mentioned it the day I was taken there. Who knows how many there are,” you muttered, your hand resting on his cheek as you brushed over his beard.

Bucky frowned and shook his head. “An issue for another day. C’mon, you need sleep,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your wrist. You watched him with soft eyes.

“Guard dog…” you muttered, leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. From there, you curled your body against his and tried desperately to relax against him.

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MASTERLIST

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The reader is Aberama Gold’s eldest daughter, Esmeralda Gold in this fic.

This fic might have dark themes which may irritate or offend some readers. But if you’ve seen Peaky Blinders and are familiar with Thomas Shelby, you’ll be okay. The story, plot, character histories and back stories might not be relevant to the original “Peaky Blinders”. Warnings will change per chapter.

Update: every 2-3 days

Synopsis: Your father’s one mistake shall alter your life’s direction forever.

Chapter 1: The coin

Chapter 2: Kitten

Chapter 3: Distraction

Chapter 4: Dawn

Chapter 5: Fook Linda

Chapter 6: Sybill

Why’s is this soo fucking cute. I fucking love this

Hey can I request Loki x female reader? He’s dating a women but that woman is in it for selfish reasons. Reader is Lokis best friend whos bubbly and friendly and even welcomed his gf. Girlfriend is jealous and angry and demands Loki ends his friendship. The team hear them arguing all the time and reader comes home one night to a real nasty argument. Finds out they’re fighting about her friendship so she thinks Loki will end up putting her aside. So she leaves the compound for a while. Lokis furious and breaks it off with his gf and searches for the reader. Which leads to confessions for both of them.

Loki seems to be the favourite requests at the moment <3 Thank you so much for sending this in, I hope you enjoy it nonnie. I have two more requests warming my inbox, so keep them coming in time for the weekend xxx

Loki’s Masterlist

Confessions || Loki

Warnings: angst, fluff, Loki's pissy girlfriend WC: 3.3k (another fic where I got carried away)

You were practically skipping as you entered the communal floor first thing on a Monday morning, it was so quiet when everyone left for the weekend and there was one person in particular you missed most of all. You came to a sudden stop as you rounded the corner and found Loki leaning against the countertop, wearing only a grey pair of sweatpants that were low on his hips. His eyebrows pinched together as the smile on your face fell and he stood up straight to his full height at the sight.

“Everything alright, love?” He asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” You stammered, planting a fresh smile on your face at his concern, “I just forgot I have archery this morning.”

He didn’t look convinced but then again it was almost pointless trying to lie to the god of lies himself. He was missing the lack of your usual bubbly nature in an instant and placed his mug of black coffee back on the bench. You could barely keep eye contact with him but you usually had no problem seeing him shirtless, in fact he regularly walked around in just his boxers, unabashedly.

“You’re not going to introduce us?” You asked quietly as you drew his attention to the woman he had under his arm.

His lips parted with a silent ‘oh’, as if he had forgotten her presence completely. “This is Charlotte. Charlotte, meet my dearest friend, y/n.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” You smiled despite the glare she was giving you. “Are you joining us for breakfast? I’m making Kiki’s favourite.”

“Kiki?” She cocked her eyebrow in distaste. “I can’t stay, have important places to be. See you tonight baby.”

You had tried other variations of his name but they didn’t seem to fit him until you settled on Kiki, and she didn’t have to like it, only you were allowed to call him that. She walked off without even glancing back as you said goodbye and you turned to Loki with a look of concern.

“Are you feeling alright?” You asked, touching a hand to his cool forehead before he brushed it away with a laugh.

“Perfectly fine, love.”

“I probably wouldn’t call me that anymore, I don’t think your girlfriend appreciated that very much.”

His brows furrowed together as he sipped his coffee. “But I have always called you love.”

“And you have always been single, but things change - it just doesn’t feel appropriate anymore.” As much as it hurt you, you hid it with a smile. You would miss the endearment he had used so much you answered to it more than your actual name.

“I don’t want things to change.”

You were already walking out of the breakfast nook and into the more commercial kitchen Tony had installed and began to gather the ingredients for waffles. As soon as the scent began to waft down the hall the doors began to open and the avengers filed out. They were never as excited about Mondays like you were but they did look forward to your cooking, stopping to kiss your forehead or give you a hug as they filled their plates.

“So Loki has some news to share.” You said as you sat down beside him and his hand slipped under the table to grip your knee with a side glance. “What? They live here too, they will figure it out.”

“That you two are in love with each other?” Nat chuckled as she drenched her waffle in maple syrup. “Yeah, we know.”

Your neck was heating up and you brushed Loki’s hand away before anyone saw it before shaking your head. “I don’t know, uh, what you’re on about. Loki has a girlfriend.”

Nat’s waffle dropped from her fork and she barely caught it before it landed on her clothes, her eyes darting between the two of you. She looked over at the others, seeing equally shocked faces before turning back to the two of you. You couldn’t understand why everyone was so shocked. Loki was devilishly handsome, funny and charming when he wanted to be, it was a miracle he stayed single for as long as he did.

“Who is she?” Nat asked, her head tipping to the side as she flipped to interrogation mode.

“A model I believe.” He answered after clearing his throat. “I’ll be honest, there is not a lot of talking when we are in each other's company if you catch my drift.”

Your head dropped at the thought of Loki being in another's company, he was your best friend and it was selfish but you weren’t ready to share him with anyone else. An elbow gently nudged you and you looked up to see everyone staring at you absentmindedly pushing your food around your plate. Shaking the thoughts away you turned your attention back to the conversation and Sam who was watching you closely. “Sorry, what was the question?”

“I asked if you are okay.” He repeated.

Your head nodded but it was all over the place, a nod, a shake, something in between. “Sorry, I was just daydreaming about…something.”

You cursed that you couldn’t think of an excuse before taking your still full plate and scraping the waste into the compost, losing your appetite as you gained their attention. With a quiet goodbye you went back to your room and showered with the hopes the water would wash away the ache growing in your chest. Unfortunately it failed and the pain only increased when you opened the bathroom door and found Loki sitting on your bed, reading one of the books from your shelf.

“Loki, you can’t just come in here anymore, what would your girlfriend think if she knew about this.”

“You didn’t call me Kiki.” He sighed, his sad eyes looking up from the pages. “Why are you pushing me away? Did I do something to offend you, love?”

You growled softly in the back of your throat and wrapped the towel tighter to ensure it didn’t fall off as you sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I’m not pushing you away Kiki.” You reassured him. “But, if I were in her shoes, I know I would hate to find you in these situations. I would be jealous.”

“But you’re my best friend, it’s not like there’s anything going on between us.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded your head. “And you’re my best friend but to her you are a man comfortable in going into a woman’s room while she is practically naked. You have to see how that could be received, right?”

His eyes widened almost as if he only just realised you were practically naked, the  towel just covering your breasts and falling to mid thigh. The green irises disappeared into his pupils before he rose from the bed and almost bowed with an apology before leaving the room. This was not a good way to start your week.

You would like to say the month had improved but four weeks later on a Friday afternoon you were glad most of the compound’s residents were heading to their personal homes for the weekend. Your fingers had cuts all over them from the archery lessons Clint had put you through and you were happy to wave him off as he went home to his family. Walking back inside, you tried to avoid the common room since you could hear Charlotte’s voice and after the multiple run-ins with her each morning your seemingly perpetual good nature was finally reaching the end of its tether.

“There you are, love.” Loki called out as he spotted you sneaking down the hall, his long legs quickly catching up to you. “We were just about to go to the movies, would you like to come?”

You looked beyond him to the pair of narrow eyes glaring at you and you shook your head, wishing he would stop calling you that. “It’s been a long week, I’m just going to go to bed.”

His head dropped in defeat and he missed the time he no longer got to spend with you. “What happened to your hands?”

Before you could stop him, he caught you by the wrists and gently unclenched your fists to see the cuts from the bow string and fletchings. His cool hand was soothing against the inflamed skin and he tutted under his breath that you were working yourself too hard. You only did it because you needed the distraction now that his attention was elsewhere.

“It’s nothing, Loki, just getting used to the new weapon.” You sighed and tried to pull your hand back. “Please, I just want to go to bed.”

You tried to smile but even to you it felt like a grimace and your bubbly tone was as deflated as your soul but he released you from his grip and let you escape. Every part of him wanted to follow you and cheer you up, he was meant to the brooding one and you the bubbly one. It was strange when the scales were tipped, it was almost as if the earth were off kilter and he needed to fix it.

“How about a raincheck on the movie?” Loki asked Charlotte as his eyes stayed fixated on your closed door down the hall.

“Your cancelling date night because of her. Seriously?” She scoffed.

“She’s my best friend, I just want to check on her.” He said as he noticed Natasha’s door creak open along with a few others.

“And I am your girlfriend!” She hissed before composing herself and offering a sweet smile with her palm running down his chest. “Come on, Lo-Lo. Look, Natalie’s here, she can check on whats-her-name for you.”

Loki looked at Nat, pleading with her to play along and she nodded before walking off towards your door, but he didn’t miss the clear message on her face that she was going to be talking to him later about it.

“You know her name, Charlotte.” Loki growled when your door closed again, Nat disappearing with it.

“Do you?” She shot back. “Because you only seem to call her by your little pet name.”

“Not this again…” Loki rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket, gesturing for her to follow since he did not want to have yet another argument in the middle of the common room. “Let’s just get out of here.”

“Ugh, she really called him Lo-Lo?” You scrunched your face up as Nat recounted the awkward encounter. “I’m surprised you didn’t drop her, Natalie.”

Nat screwed her nose up, not enjoying the moniker she used when undercover, and threw a piece of popcorn at you. She had ducked out to the kitchen, making sure the coast was clear before making two big bowls and bringing them back to your room for a movie night. You kind of felt guilty that you hadn’t spent so much time with her, she was a lot of fun but it wasn’t the same as the movie nights with Loki.

“I miss him.” You admitted as the rom-com ended and the friends turned to lovers with their happy ever after, but you didn’t realise the similarities.

“You should tell him how you feel.”

“I said I missed him the other day and he promised we would hang out this weekend but then she showed up.”

“You know that’s not what I meant.”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.” You said as you poured her another glass of the wine she had snuck into the room. “The alcohol is obviously affecting you.”

“Oh, no, no.” She laughed. “I am 100%, I won’t say sober but, clear headed. You and Loki are the reason people say opposite attracts. Just remember that.”

Another month passed and you saw less and less of Loki, his absence leaving you to wander through the compound looking for something to keep your mind occupied. You cleaned the already pristine labs and moved Tony’s tools around so they made more sense to everyone else but him, knowing he would put them all back when he returned on Monday. Finally, enough time had passed that it could be considered an early night's sleep as opposed to an afternoon nap, so you started making your way back to the apartment floor.

“No, Loki, I am so sick of this. Y/n this, Y/n that, Jesus, no one cares about her!” Charlotte shouted as you stepped off the elevator and right into the middle of their argument, catching your name on her acidic voice. “It’s time to decide, her or me.”

The silence was heavy and the sound of the elevator door closing could finally be heard, pulling Loki’s attention to where you stood frozen with tears in your eyes. You knew this day was coming, you had tried to be nice and encourage a friendship with her but she had refuted your every attempt. She didn’t want you in her life and now she didn’t want you in Loki’s. The final dagger to the heart was the apologetic look in Loki’s green eyes.

You had seen more than enough and couldn’t stomach looking into his eyes anymore. Your feet carried you from the room, by passing your sanctuary and hitting the emergency exit. You ran down the flight of stairs and broke out the back door, ignoring the alarms that you set off and you stepped onto the helipad with a scream, the months of pain finally released. There was no way you could look at him again, not after seeing the pity he held for you so you hit the panel on the quinjet and walked up the ramp, grateful Nat and Clint had taught you how to fly it.

There was no mistaking the figure that watched the jet take off, you could always spot him no matter how dense the crowd. Flipping the switch to stealth mode, you buckled up and tried to think of somewhere you wanted to go. The only place you wanted to be was somewhere you were no longer welcome, at least you saved him from having to say goodbye.

The nights were long as you settled into the cabin you had hired. There was no internet and no power, you were completely off grid and only went into the village for food and supplies during the single hour of daylight. The crackle of a roaring fire was the only sound inside and the flames from the central hearth sent shadows dancing along the walls. It was everything you had imagined Lapland would be but you were still feeling empty, the childhood dream to visit Santa Claus’ Village falling short without the person you wanted to share it with.

You had taken a seat beside the fire with a large mug of coffee that also had a generous pour of Kahlua to help ease your mind. You had never felt as alone as you did in the middle of the Finnish winter, thousands of miles from your friends and family, but you figured now was the best time to learn how to enjoy your own company. By the time the mug was empty your belly was warm with more than just the coffee and you forwent the hot beverage on the next refill.

You had just topped up your mug and carried the entire bottle of coffee liqueur with you to the couch when there was a knock at the door. The owner had said no one ventured as far as the cabin, especially not in winter, so you slipped your Avengers issued gun into your hand and approached with caution.

“Don’t shoot me, love.” Loki called through the door and you pressed your palm to the wood debating whether or not to open it but knowing you couldn’t leave him out in the cold.

Sliding the deadbolt across you opened the door and felt the freezing air chase away the warmth you had accumulated from the fire. Loki practically leapt inside before you shut the door and locked it, kicking the snow off his boots and shaking the flakes from his hair before using his magic to rid the rest.

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you watched the blue hue of his skin return to his normal pale shade. “How did you find me?”

“You’re my best friend. I know more about you than I do myself.” He said as he grabbed a woollen blanket and draped it over your shoulders, feeling guilty for lowering the temperature with his entrance. “I would have been here sooner but someone stole the fastest mode of transport.”

Your lips tipped up before you could catch them and he rewarded you with a bright smile of his own. “Charlotte won’t be happy with you.”

“I imagine that is already true.” He said with a shrug. “I broke up with her.”

“What, why?”

“She gave me an ultimatum to choose.” His palm cupped your cheek and you rested your face in the soft touch, having missed it for so long.

“That was her mistake,” you sighed with a small laugh, “no one tells Loki what to do.”

“You’re wrong, love.” His own dark chuckle washed over you as he pulled you closer. “I made my choice.”

His lips brushed against yours so softly that you were sure you imagined the feel of them. You could barely breathe as his dark hair fell around you and the scent you had missed so much set your body on fire, your hands running through the locks and pulling his face back down to yours. You had almost lost his friendship and now you were the one jeopardising it as you kissed him, but he didn’t pull away. The alcohol must have been clouding your ability to think as it felt like forever before you realised what you were doing.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered as you pulled out of his hold, touching your lips that were swollen with his kiss. “I, I shouldn’t have done that. I just missed you.”

Loki was already reaching out for you, seeing the panic starting to rise as your pulse beat rapidly in your neck. “Shhh, love, I’ve been wanting to do that for a very long time. Since we met, actually.”

You were sure you were drunk now, Loki never showed any signs that he had wanted you, he was just naturally a flirt. “No, you’re just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I’m not, y/n.” His sincerity struck you more than your name falling from his lips. “I should be the one to apologise, for taking so long to see what was clearly in front of me all this time.”

Your head tipped back to keep his eye contact as he stepped closer to you, his body flush with yours. “When you said you made your choice-”

“It’s you. I chose you.” His hands took yours and raised them to his chest, his heart slamming hard against your palms. “It’s always been you. I just hope I haven’t lost my best friend by admitting how much I love her.”

Your vision was blurry as tears welled along your eyes and you shook your head, looking around the cabin in the middle of nowhere yet he found you. “You could never lose me.”

A smile broke his face and he stole another kiss before resting his forehead to yours. “I would go to the ends of the universe, every universe, for you.”

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The Alpha’s Sister

Imagine coming home for Thanksgiving break and letting your family know you’re moving back home. Life in Beacon Hills ends up being a rollercoaster, but what a fun ride it is.

Words: 9.3K Author’s Note: Um, excuse me.. but how the hell have y'all let me go so long without writing anything for Derek Hale?! I wrote three books, each book having 77 chapters, and not a single imagine for my favorite werewolf.  Warning for this..? Some violence though it’s not detailed. And Scott’s pack only consists of his inner circle (Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Malia). I wasn’t a fan of the baby beta or his friends.

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Killing Time [pt.1]

Bodyguard!James 'Bucky' Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You are the daughter of an underground kingpin, held prisoner in your own home for your protection and only being allowed out when it suits your father's agenda. Things finally start to change for the better when you get a new bodyguard. Series Warnings: 18+ only, there will be smut, violence, alcohol and illegal activities throughout, individual chapters will have warnings. WC: 2686

This is completely AU, Sam Wilson is your head of security and best friend. Helmut Zemo is unfortunately your husband from a failed alliance your father set up. Bucky is the forbidden love interest.

|| Main Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist ||

Knock, knock. You placed the book you were engrossed in face down on the table beside you. You moved the mug of hot chocolate further away from the novel then stood to open the door. A handsome man in an elegant black suit stood with his hands behind his back. It was hard to tear your eyes away from the intense ice blue ones that stared back at you and you could see him run his eyes over your body, making you feel self conscious.

You hadn't been expecting anyone this evening so you were in comfortably loose sweatpants and a singlet. Nervous beneath his scrutiny you crossed your arms over your chest and stood up a little straighter. You looked down the hall and saw your regular guard standing to the side watching the exchange with a small smile and a nod that it was alright.

"Can I help you with something?" You asked the man.

"My name is James. Your father hired me to be your personal bodyguard." He had a very slight accent but you couldn't place exactly where. You would hazard a guess that he had been living here for many years to have lost most of the lilt.

"As nice as it is to meet you James, I am in no need of a guard. As you can see, this prison has an over abundance of armed men." You started to close the door but his boot blocked it and you raised your eyebrow to him but he still did not remove it. Losing patience, you stomped on the wayward appendage and, when he pulled back in pain, slammed the door closed.

Flopping back down on the over padded chaise you grabbed your phone and fired your father a rather brutal message.

Dad: Unless you plan on letting me leave, I don't need any more guards. Just leave me the fuck alone.

You didn't expect a reply. He never did but you did see the sent change to read, at least he opened the message. You tossed the phone down beside you and gathered the worn book to try and get back into the story.

The thought of the piercing blue eyes distracted you and you couldn't concentrate on the mystery thriller anymore. Slamming it closed, you walked to the bookshelf it came from and slid it back into its rightful place. Picking up the remote next, you pointed it to the gas fireplace and turned it off. The warmth in the library dipped quickly as you tidied up after yourself and turned the lights off before opening the door. You found yourself facing the back of James' suit and luckily for him the man moved to the side before you could ask him.

Padding your way through the quiet mansion, you made your way downstairs to the main living area and kitchen. You grabbed two tumblers and the open bottle of vodka from the freezer drawer. You slid one glass across the marble countertop towards James and he didn't say anything as he lifted the glass to his lips. You watched as he pulled a face as he swallowed the fiery jet fuel.

"So you're not Russian. Where are you from?" You asked as he placed the empty glass back down.

He frowned at your question. "Why can't I be from Russia?"

You laughed as you poured yourself another glass. "They drink vodka like water. You don't. So?"

"Born in Romania but my family moved here when I was 10."

You watched the way the man held himself, his perfect posture. He had to be like most of the men your father employed, ex military. You wondered what the man would be like when he loosened up. He had his dark hair pulled back into a tidy low ponytail but you could imagine how it would frame his face if it was allowed to hang free. You tilted your head as you pictured him more relaxed and knew he would be devastatingly handsome. He already looked good now, just too stiff.

You both turned your heads as the front door opened and James’ hand went to his holster until he saw it was your head of security, Sam. Your father seemed to enjoy torturing you by surrounding you with handsome men, with the notion of a painful death to anyone that touched you. Sam was no exception, he was just as fit as the next guard but he had instantly fallen into the friend zone. You both looked at James, amused.

"If someone made it this far into the property, you are probably already screwed." You laughed at Sam's statement because it was true. The property was fully fenced and patrolled by guards and dogs 24/7. You were fucked of someone made it through all that to get in the house.

You grabbed another glass and refilled all the empties with more vodka. Giving Sam his and carrying the bottle, you walked into the lounge and sat on the large plush suite. You laid your head on Sam's lap and he rested his free arm along your side. He had been head of security for the last 5 years but before that he was your brother's bodyguard. He had also been your brother's best friend and when he died, well, somehow the two of you bonded.

You could see judgement in James’ eyes. To everyone else, it looked like Sam was sleeping with the boss's daughter but you weren't, he was just your best friend. He was there for you at the worst time in your life, your mother and father were too busy dealing with the loss of their son they forgot that you had lost your big brother. Now the two of you looked after each other.

"Have you eaten?" You asked Sam as you rolled to look up at him and he shook his head. He was always so busy making sure you and your family were protected that he didn't take the best care of himself. You stood up, feeling the effects of the alcohol on your empty stomach, and collected the empty glasses, putting them in the dishwasher before prepping some dinner.

You made a large serving of creamy chicken penne pasta since you knew Sam would be hungry but didn't know if James would join so you made sure there was enough. You opened the wine fridge and looked along the shelves for the right pairing, deciding on a Chardonnay. You opened it and set it on the island before grabbing three wine stems and yelled to the men that dinner was ready. Turning around you jumped when you found James was already behind you.

"Jesus Christ, remember to buy him a collared bell." You said quietly to yourself but he must have heard as he smirked. You were right, he would be drop dead gorgeous if you could remove the stiff facade, just the smirk alone was able to send butterflies flapping in your stomach.

"Isn't there staff to cook for you?" He asked curiously and you went to open your mouth but Sam beat you to it.

"Sure, she's just too picky. Everything has to be done her way, right?" You squinted your eyes at your friend and threw a piece of pasta at him but the little shit caught it in his mouth and winked back.

"I am not picky, I just don't see why someone else has to do what I can already do. Like you," you pointed at James, "I don't see why I need a personal bodyguard when I can defend myself and I never leave this prison anyway."

The man shrugged insincerely and took a mouthful instead of rebutting. He was paid to guard you, not argue. Sam spent most of the meal talking to James, since they would be working closest with each other it was probably a good thing they got along. You couldn't help feeling a bit left out and jealous that Sam's attention had been stolen. You knew it wasn't like you were going to lose your best friend but the stupid little voice in your head started whispering anyway. After the meal was finished you cleaned the kitchen and James helped since: quote 'the cook shouldn't clean.' You were used to it but it was nice to have some help.

"Are you working tonight?" Sam asked as he popped back into the kitchen and had his phone covered and you looked at the time, 8pm.

"I haven't checked yet. Why?" You asked him but he had already walked away with the phone back to his ear.

"Where do you work?" James asked as he leant against the marble countertop.

"Here. I never leave, remember. I'm a cyber security analyst, for the most part. On the books, people pay me to test their companies security for weaknesses and off the books, people pay me to hack other companies for information or whatever."

Your father in particular made regular use of your skills but he was still the worst criminal by far. James looked impressed and you had to admit it made you feel a bit prouder about yourself.

"Go change, we are going out."

You looked wide eyed at Sam, sure that you had heard him wrong, you hadn't left the compound in almost 6 months. Joy flooded your system and you ran into his arms laughing before running up the stairs towards your room. You skidded to a halt before turning and running back.

"Uh where are we going? What's the dress code?" You didn't want to make an ass of yourself showing up looking out of place, wherever it was you were going.

"Casino. Classy."

He didn't even look up from his phone as he answered so you went back up the stairs. You had mentally walked through all of your outfits before you even got to your room. You knew exactly what you were going to wear, you just had to find it along the long shelves that were full of outfits. You skimmed your hand along each outfit that was wrapped in a garment bag until you found the one.

You quickly changed out of your sweats and into the cocktail dress that hugged your frame, accentuating all your assets. You still had foundation on from the day so you just added some eyeliner and mascara before grabbing a clutch for your phone, ID and credit cards. Lastly, you slipped on a pair of comfortable heels and you were set to go.

"Ready! Let's go!" You could hardly wait, as you were sure they could see.

You watched as James’ eyes ran over your body and felt a flush follow so you looked down at the stairs you didn’t want to trip on. The entire descent was you fighting the urge to look at him and the time you did you found his eyes still very much fixated on you.

"You look stunning, y/n."

You smiled at Sam and his complement as he offered his hand as opened the front door. At the bottom of the steps was one of your father's drivers, Lincoln. He was ancient and you still didn't know how he had a licence at his age. He had been in the family since before you were born, and possibly before your father was too. Ancient.

You wondered what the ploy was tonight. Sam could have driven you in the Escalade but instead you had Lincoln driving the Rolls Royce. Trying not to let the mystery ruin your night you focused on walking in heels. Sam hopped in the front while James opened the door and offered his hand which you took. You couldn't help but notice how good his hands felt and the warmth that ran up your arm. You felt the absence as soon as he removed his hand and had to consciously stop the pout from appearing on your lips.

It only took 30 minutes to drive from your estate to the casino you were going to. The car came to a stop in front of Circus Circus and Sam hopped out first followed by James. You stayed in your seat, there were a hundred options of casinos so why did they take you  here?

"Get out." You shook your head like a spoiled child but you could see Sam was not finding it amusing. "We need your help so please get out of the car."

You slid out from the seat and closed the door loudly.  "I am not responsible for my actions tonight from here. Got it?"

He nodded to you, accepting that much at least. You held out your hand and he placed a thin ThinkPad in your hand. You quickly found the IP of the CCTV for the casino and used a backdoor command line of code to circulate footage from an hour ago. "We are good to go. Yay." You handed the ThinkPad back to Sam with your sarcasm. "You need to take the suit jackets off if you two want to blend in."

They both removed them and put them back in the car before you reached up to James’ collar and unbuttoned the top two buttons before making your way to the front door. When you got inside you made a beeline to the first bar and ordered three shots of tequila before downing them in quick succession. With your nerves settled you ordered a Long Island to take with you to the tables. You needed to be drunk to face what was coming, Sam and James would have to look after you when it got messy.

You led the way to the high rollers lounge and sat in the middle seat of a 21 table. A stack of chips were placed in front of you and the games began. You’d always had a thing for numbers, they came easily to you and were definitive. There was no interpretation like literature, one plus one equals two. You chose to go take maths a step further and count cards so as the dealer dealt the cards you started a running count. When the favour started to build your way you upped the bets and started winning big.

About 30 minutes into playing you saw the floor manager make his way through the crowd. That was your queue to go and Sam started packing the chips into trays and headed to the cashiers. You, however, kept $50,000 and continued to play until you felt the man take the seat beside you with a scowl on his face.

"I'm going to need you to come upstairs please, ma’am."

You raised your eyebrow at the man and rested your face on your palm. “Now, why would I do that? I am comfortable here, thank you. Zemo is more than welcome to come down here if he wants to talk." You patted his shoulder mockingly and the manager quietly made his way back to the doors to the operations rooms.

"Do you think he will come?" You asked Sam when he came back with a bag of money and you packed up the remaining chips to put them in the bag too before heading to the bar.

"He doesn't have a choice. He owes restitution and he knows what happens if he doesn't pay."

You saw James’ confused look but he didn't pry into what you were talking about as Sam handed you the ThinkPad and you ordered another Long Island iced tea. You logged into the device you had slipped into the manager's pocket and placed your airpod in your ear.

“Sir there is a woman in the high rollers that I'm sure was card counting.”

“And..?” Your lip curled at Zemo’s voice. “Why are you bothering me about it, that’s your job.”

“Well she said if you wanted to talk you should go to her.”

You could picture him already, running to the monitors and looking over the footage so you looked at the closet camera and blew a kiss at it.

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Good To You - 4.

Ex-boyfriend’s Dad!Mob!Bucky x Reader 

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Run-through: After kicking your exes out of your lives, you and Bucky are enjoying your happy ever after on his private island

Themes: smut, explicit language, age gap, possessive!bucky 

a/n: ah, we’ve reached the end of this totally unexpected series!! Thank you for all your support and love, always! I love you!! 

Looking at you, Bucky couldn’t help but smile. His life was so much better with you in it, and it would only get better and better from here on now. 

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