#i love you molls 💗💗

[urdepressedslut]

✨🌈☀️send this to ten people you're happy to see every time they pop up on your dash/notif and wish them a good day 🌟🌈💥

god i love you so much 🥹💗

[urdepressedslut]

wow just wow molls, like i said you’re writing is just on a different level. the way you’re able to capture the true darkness, the way we get to see how deranged inside bucky’s head is, the way we can see him vision railing the reader is just 😍😍 literally so hot and i wouldn’t mind at all if bucky stalked me 🤭👀

this is so fucking good and i cant wait to read more from this series 🥴💜

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

Pairing: Stalker!IT/tech!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

(snippets/mentions of Carter Bazien x F!Reader and Ending, Beginnings!Frank x F!Reader)

Summary: Bucky, the IT and technology expert of your office, has been secretly obsessed since the moment he set his sights on sensitive, naive, little you. But, your only fault is your repetitive ability to get your heartbroken by fuck boys. So, naturally, he has to do whatever it takes to make you see he’s perfect for you… right?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Stalking, mentions of smut (p in v, male masturbation) violence, grievous bodily harm, dark elements, possessive behaviour, hacking, reader is very naive, Bucky is a hell of a warning here (will add more with the upcoming chapters) PLEASE HEED THE WARNINGS - THIS IS A DARK FIC!!!

A/N: We are finally here!! 😭 incase anyone doesn’t remember, I teased this fic a longgg time ago and it makes me so happy to announce its now live 🥹 as mentioned before this is a multi part story - I’m aiming for 3 parts but it could be more with me who knows 🤣 I also changed the my moodboard bc my last one did not include inclusivity and that is the goal here 💗

So now onto my appreciations ❤️ first of all I need to thank @mickeyhenrys for helping with the fic title - she’s a genius and I’m so thankful! Next, I need to thank @sgt-seabass for the help with the IT/cyber security aspect of things - she was absolutely amazing with providing all the information I needed and I’m super grateful for it. And last and certainly not least… my beautiful @rookthorne. my god I can’t even begin to thank you for all the help you’ve given me on this. To beta’ing this fic, helping me a lot with my moodboard even when I was a pain the ass 🤣 and just supporting me in general with my crazy ideas - this fic sprouted from our brainstorming and looking back from then to where this has flourished now is amazing 💗 thank you for being the beautiful person you are and inspiring me to grow as a writer. I love you so much 🥹

Now onto the fic, please enjoy the start of this crazy, wild ride and good luck - you’re gonna need it… 👀

You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.

Bucky glances over at you through the window that seperates the two of you, gushing about your new date already. It took you a week, maybe two, to get over the last guy. And here you were, yet again, in the same conversation with the same co-worker, debating about which dress you were gonna wear tonight. 

Did it matter anyway? 

The same shit happens every time. You go out with a new prize idiot, get laid, wait for them to text you back (spoiler: they never do), and you sit there, crying and wondering where you went wrong. 

It was frustrating. 

You only ever go out with the conventional ‘fuck boy’. The same three-piece suits and quiffed hair that looks like it’s been cemented to their skull with product and arrogance, both in equal measure. 

When were you going to get it? You choose the wrong type of guy, every single time. And yet, you wonder why they never stick around long enough to make things official, or to settle down. 

You were gullible; so naive.

The perfect girl that Bucky has kept his sights set on from that very first day that you begun working in the same office.

That’s when you walked into my life, Angel. 

It wasn’t all that new for it to rain in New York. Heels clicked and splashed through the deep puddles of the pavement, and leather briefcases bumped against each other in the chaos of the crowds as Bucky made his way to work.

He found he didn’t so much mind the repetitive routine – his life had never been exciting. It gave him peace of mind to hear all the usual sounds and to witness the usual frenzied rush from his run down apartment all the way to his office.

 

He liked his job, truly. It’s what he’s always excelled best in and it’s what has kept him in his comfort zone. There was never no real need to talk to people as all communication or pleas for help were addressed in an email. Those who didn’t email always dragged themselves to his office and slammed their technology down on his desk, grunt or curse at him, before primly walking back out again. 

That would anger most people – the blatant disregard for his existence and the treatment similar to that of a scolded dog, but Bucky’s been there for ten years now, and over those many, many days, he had gotten used to it. 

It was a bonus, however, that nobody questioned him once on how he managed to fix every problem with their device with so little information as a curse and a demand to get it working.  

Pushing the door open, Bucky expects to be walking into a normal day at the office. Paying no notice to the hustle and bustle of his colleagues at work.

That is until he’s stopped in his tracks. 

The surprise of seeing the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on; a woman that was sunshine and everything he dreamed of personified standing in the lobby. He watched you speak to anyone that paused to say hello. 

The errant thought of such an innocent bunny smiling for all that gave her attention made his cock twitch in his pants. He wanted to give you that attention that you craved.

Never had he been so entranced by and enamoured in anyone. He thinks he could stay like this forever, almost blown over by his new found obsession that made his hands shake and the whole volume of blood in his body to rush to his rapidly swelling cock.

That obsession called and rooted for him to take the few steps and cover the distance to reach you, when he was abruptly shunted forward by another body slamming into his back. 

He spun around, ready to curse the person for being so oblivious, when he saw Brock. “Hey man, why the fuck were you just stand- Oh, I take it you’ve seen the new hire, hot isn’t she?” 

The predatory smile on Brock’s mouth physically made him recoil.  Looking Brock up and down, clear disgust in the sneer and glare of his expression, Bucky turned and stalked away towards the stairs in a bid to head to his office. 

His closest safety net, the office where he spent his days, came into view and he slammed open the door, only to fall back onto it, his breath coming in sharp pants. Wildly, he glances around him and then out of the blinds that shroud his office from onlookers. Nobody was paying attention to his moment of crisis and doubt, except, he finds you glancing over your cubicle wall. 

You send a small wave, one of which Bucky can’t believe is directed at him, and you smile broadly – a kind gesture. He can’t remember the last time someone smiled at him like that. 

Bucky hastily looks away and strides over to his desk, adjusting the sudden tent of his slacks before he turns to sit in his desk chair to start his day. 

Who the fuck is she? 

The day starts slow, each task as mundane as the last, when you finally get a chance to talk to Sasha, your favourite co-worker. “I really think he’s going to be the one this time.” You can’t stop grinning, wiggling in your seat from excitement to be going out with Frank this weekend – the party that you met him at still fresh in your mind. 

“Girl, you said that last time! With... What was his name again?” Sasha groans, her chair swivelling so she could face you fully. You stare at her with a furrow in your brow while she stumbles to remember the name. “Chad? No, I don’t think that was it… Chris?” 

“His name was Carter.” There's heartbreak evident in the way your voice turns to a solemn whisper when speaking of him, and your eyes start to water as you begin to think about how your previous date left you high and dry after your night together – only to ghost you the next morning. Your lips start to tremble at the memory. “And I thought we said we weren’t going to speak about him anymore.” 

Sasha notices your dejected expression. “Shit honey, l’m sorry. I just want you to be happy.” You nod once, wiping your cheek with your palm. “Car-” She hesitates, and then frowns. “He-who-shall-not-be-named was a rich asshole, he doesn’t deserve you and he can choke on a dick.”

The crass statement shocks you. “Sasha!” you admonish, glancing around the office for anyone milling about that may have overheard. Although you were never one to bad mouth, you couldn’t help the small giggles spilling out at her vulgar words. 

Sasha’s abrupt and scandalous nature has always been the exact opposite to your docile character, but she was the first true friend you had made in the office – always looking out for you, taking care of you, and with your doe-eyed persona, the men can’t help but desire to have a piece of you. 

It is a blessing that she always knew how to pick you back up when you were down, no matter how many times you would come to her in tears over the same problem. 

“Anyway, I promise this one is different,” you promise. The sadness that gripped you a second before fades with the humorous nature of your friend. Sasha shoots you a look. “I didn’t even match with him on Tinder! We met at that party–the one I told you about, Daphne’s?”

“I remember,” Sasha murmurs, nodding. 

The memory flashes across your mind, and you shake your head slightly. “He looked so silly with the little tiara on his head. He came up to me and we talked a little–said I looked really pretty and that we should meet up sometime,” you explain, almost imploringly – you desperately want her to understand that it was a good thing. “It’s what you wanted, isn’t it–for me to get myself out there?”

Pride makes your voice strong, unwavering in it’s conviction. Stepping out of your your social circle is a huge step, and by the softening in Sasha’s gaze, she thinks so, too. 

The night you met Frank swirls in your mind, clouding it as you stare dreamily at the wall beside Sasha’s head.

The party was in full swing – loud cheers and clinking bottles and glasses filled the night air, while the pounding bass music rattled your chest. Your friend, Daphne, had left to go smoke in the corner, abandoning you to your own devices by the pool. 

Fairy lights had been strung up from pole to pole above you and you were admiring them, when Frank caught you by surprise.

“Hey doll,” he greeted, and you glanced at the six foot Prince Charming in a wool coat and tiny tiara. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. What’s a pretty little thing like you doing all alone in the corner?” 

Frank had thrown you a dashing smile and you found you couldn’t maintain eye contact with his intense gaze – you swore you fell in love on the spot.

To say you were flustered would be an understatement. “M-Me?” 

Frank almost looked amused. “Well, just between me and you dollface… I don’t see anyone else nearly as pretty as you here.”  

As the night went on, Frank continued to sweep you off your feet. You genuinely had no clue how desperate you made him over your sweet little dress riding up your thighs when you fiddled with the the hem. Or when you started to feel shy and you crossed your arms to try and hide yourself – only to squeeze your tits together. It gave him the perfect image of how they would look bouncing up and down on his cock. 

The way he stared at you so sweetly, acting as the perfect gentleman made the butterflies in your stomach swoop and flutter up a storm. You had planned a date with him at the end of the night and you were beyond excited. 

Snapping out of your daydream, you focus back into the present, aware enough of your surroundings to see Sasha clicking her fingers sharply in front of your face making you blink. “Hello? There she is!” She sits back and rolls her eyes. “Jesus girl, I was calling your name for ages. Where did that cute head of yours wander off to this time?” 

“Sorry! I just got caught up in Frank again,” you sigh, dreamily. 

Sasha scoffs. “C’mon, he can’t be that cute. Show me a photo of him.”

You clap your hands and squeal, rushing to search through your bag for your phone to show her just how lucky you are to have someone as wonderful as Frank interested in you. Scrolling through the photos you’d taken that night, you finally find the one you couldn’t stop admiring; him with that silly tiara sitting atop his soft, fluffy hair that you could imagine running your hands through all day, wrapped in a snug jacket with a cigarette between his fingers and blowing out smoke the side of his perfect lips. 

His eyes fixed intently on one thing. You. 

The image sends a shiver down your spine, and before you get too carried away, you turn your screen to face Sasha. 

After a whole minute of considertory silence, she finally speaks up, her voice aweful. “Holy fucking shit, babe. I wanna lick his face.” 

Your jaw drops. “Sasha, oh my god, you can’t just say that!” Laughter threatens to bubble over and your cheeks heat in response.

“Watch me,” Sasha teases, and you both dissolve into laughing fits.

Bucky is seething. He doesn’t think his teeth could be grating together any harder; grinding to dust until his jaw clicks. While your laugh is melodic to his ears, and his heart leaps and bounds at the sound of your voice, even muted from his vantage point of his office, he saw how upset you looked when your co-worker mentioned him. 

Carter. 

Even thinking his name gets his blood boiling. But, he wills himself to calm down. To just breathe. There was no point in getting worked up over that spoiled prick anymore, he’s dealt with after what he did to you –  the very lengths Bucky had to go to get that video Carter took on his phone deleted. 

You, the not so innocent whore on your knees for someone who wasn’t him, begging for Carter’s dick down your throat until you were suffocating; saliva drooling from your chin and dripping down onto your heaving tits.

Bucky can feel his cock twitching in his trousers at the thought of you being so submissive. Pity floods him – you didn’t even realise how Carter had not only ignored your texts that morning, but he had also planned to send that precious gift you had so willingly given to him, to all of his friends and ultimately ruin your life.  Leaving it in shambles for you to pick up the debris of your professional career and sociality with so little care.

Bucky wasn’t the most pleased with you after seeing that video in the first place. It was such a foolish decision to trust and allow that sleazebag to film you. 

He took it upon himself to remove every trace of the video. After all, he was a good person, what a man should be.  

Such a good man that he paid a visit to Carter, leaving him with a few of his own gifts. A black eye, fractured skull, and a break in his right femur that may, or may not have, resulted in him taking residence in the local intensive care unit fighting for his life.

“All I want is for you to be happy. And who better to make you happy than me?” Bucky wonders quietly at his desk, the door to his office wide open so he can hear you chatting to your friend. “I would treat you so good–dote on you every hour of every day, never let you out of my sight, either.”

The next train of thought is one he will not voice aloud, but the vision of him fucking you hard and rough, just as you deserve, until you cried for more – for all of what he could give. 

“You’re better off with me,” Bucky grumbles. His lips turn down into a grimace and he glares at the cubicle wall that separated you from him. “You just don’t know it yet, bunny.”

Nevertheless, here you are, flaunting your latest boy toy off to your friend. 

The pencil he’s been tapping absentmindedly on his desk stops suddenly and small pieces of wood splinters by the second until it snaps in half,  almost capturing your attention – head whipping side to side in search of the noise until you give up and go back to your conversation. 

Pain laces through his hand when the wood scratches his palm, reddening lines etching themselves in retaliation for his daydreaming.

He’s got to be more careful with his frustrations. 

You have hardly ever looked in his direction, let alone spoken a single word to him. Why would you? Not many people did, if he is honest with himself. His shoulder-length dark hair that is always covered by the same black cap in combination with his piercing and brooding stare didn’t give off the best impression, or invite conversation. 

Bucky was not a popular man, even thinking back to his early school years. He was always considered the loner, the nerd, the creep. No sisters or brothers to grow up with; distant parents who paid no mind to him or bothered to foster and nuture his affinities. 

The lonliness of his childhood paved the way to the depths of his desperation. Intelligence was something he had an abundance of, and weaponising the skills of his cyber skills was an underutilised talent of every one of his past employs. 

It never assuades or lessens the burden of need for affection. A craving that naws like a festering wound in his barren heart, for something that could make up for the miserable nights of self reflection and doubt; wondering why he was never enough for his parents, or popular at school where the girls would fawn over him.

Something for his own; to be just his and unable to be taken from him, not by anybody. 

I’m right here, Angel. You just don’t ever see me. 

Bucky has done nothing short of pine after you from afar; stealing glances and furtive wanders to get close in any way he can. 

He knows you wouldn’t go out of your way to talk to him – you don’t run in the same circles and you are definitely not socially compatible. That doesn’t stop him from imagining how soft your skin must be, or how flawlessly your body would melt against his as he railed you into his bed. Your heavenly little cries of his name, breathless chants pleading him to “Keep going!” and “Don’t stop!” never leave his mind. They fuel his needy desires at night until he can get the real thing, whimpering your name until his voice is hoarse as he fucks his fist over and over and over – the thought that it was your hand or your pillowy lips guiding him into ecstacy pushes him to the very brink of insanity. 

The dreams will do for now, he thinks privately as he stares at you through the glass pane of his office wall, straight to your cubicle, the sound of your laughter echoing down the hall and muffled through the glass. He’s managed for the last six months since he first saw you, it’s fine. 

Impatience chips away at his resolve, though, and his fuse is shortening by the day.  No matter what it takes, no matter who you think is good for you right now, Bucky will have you, and when he does… He’s not ever letting you go.

[loverofallthingssarah]

CHRIS 😡

DID I JUST SEE YOU SAY LANA IS YOUR LEAST FAV

WHY

I NEED AN EXPLANATION

LOOK AT HER

SHES THE CUTEST ANGEL 🥺🥺🥺

AGDJFKKFKC IM MAD 😡

LANA LOVER MOLLIE

YOU KNEW THIS!!

I RESPECT YOUR LOVE FOR HER SO MUCH NOW YOU HAVE TO RESPECT MY MINIMAL LIKE FOR HER!!

I even tried to write a good Lana fic for you!!!

AUDREY IS MY FAV ATM ALONG WITH DELIA AND BILLIE AND OF COURSE ALLY 💗

Ily now let’s grow from this sweet but angry molls 💗

[oh-mydarling]

my beautiful beautiful angel bean.

you are enough. in fact, you are so enough that enough-ness is radiating from you, like a little aura of sunshine.

I promise you. you’re a blessing, a star, a sunflower, a rainbow to everyone around you.

I love you 🧚🏻🤍

Molls :(

This is so sweeet I could cry

You are genuinely, without fail, the loveliest person I’ve ever met

You’re an angel on earth 💗💛💜💘🌻

I luv you

[thanxbastards]

Molly x Theo: 🤗 | 😂 | 🗣 | 💗

🤗 | a supportive text 

[theo]: you’ve got nothing to be nervous about! [theo]: you’re going such amazing work, and clearly other people are seeing it! [theo]: i couldn’t be more proud of you [theo]: and i really cannot wait to see the show

😂 | an embarrassing text

[theo]: hey molls [theo]: you’re not in class right now, are you? [theo]: because my sweats just ripped down the seams in my movement class [theo]: and i kinda need you to come bring me a new pair or else i’m gonna flash my entire class :) [theo]: love you!

🗣 | an announcement text

[theo]: holy shit molly [theo]: PLEASE call me back [theo]: the cast list just went live [theo]: CALL ME RIGhT NOW BC IF I TEXT IT TO YOU I KNOW IT’S GONNA RUIN IT [theo]: PLEASE!!!! [theo]: LEAVE CLASS IF YOU HAVE TO I CANNOT KEEP THIS IN FOR MUCH LONGER!

💗 | a loving text 

[theo]: oh my molly [theo]: you just could not be more beautiful [theo]: i really cannot believe how lucky that i am to have you [theo]: and i’m planning to have you forever just in case you weren’t aware

[urdepressedslut]

Okay bestie, so I’m gonna drop these and run, okay?

Heheheh BYE 🤭

ALL IM SAYING IS 👀👀🥴🫠🤤

[loverofallthingssarah]

omg!!! now i feel like an idiot asking if you were posting you already did hehe 💗 i love this talented moll!!!

The Writer of Fate

Is there a writer of fate?

A planner, a scriptist, a poet

Someone mapping out each second

Of every life that passes

Why are they so cruel?

They got the basics right

But the details all wrong

My brain doesn’t work

It spits, it shouts, it screams

Was this really their idea from the start?

Maybe fate is actually a hidden story

Words already coined

Sentences already conjured

I suppose

We can’t escape our ending.

I think they are a poet

A fantasist, a playwright, a dreamer

It all seems too similar

To a tragic sonnet of a young girl

Perhaps she drowns in a lake of her own sorrow

Or chokes on her own tears

Or suffocates in a room crowded with loneliness

She has everything

But nothing

Rich in company

Poor in sanity

What do they have written next for me?

Can they change it?

Can’t they see?

Most of the time I wonder

Do they like happy endings?

- moll

[strawberriesatan]

Oh wow I love this so muuchhdjsjfieodi

My art is so old wow ima have to redraw that one day ifodofood

I love you Molls 💗

At university I have a habit of getting quite lonely, so this year I’ve decided to print off lots of photos to remind myself that people are there for me.

On one side of my wardrobe I have photos of my friends and family, and on the other I have gifts from friends, and talented people in the fandom. All of the art is either a present, a commission, or a response to my work / posts / comments.

A thank you to the featured artists:

@furubafashionzine | @pan-princess-levy | @kaatseye | @fairytailesbian | @becausewhenyoupracticeyouimprove | @suck-my-pineapple | @jinx13gxa | @teekayeh | @nakamaohana | @butchherza | @sevivilis | @iibiida | @clankclunk | @h-eartfilias | @chowidog | @hotgeared

I still have some art and characters I want to print off but this seems like an excellent place to start. So much Mirajane / erzajane! I really am that transparent, huh 😅

I’m almost at my next 100 followers so when I reach 2.6k I’ll probably make a longer post talking about some stuff, but for now... thank you, everyone.

Love ya all ❤️

[urdepressedslut]

omg molls 🥹🥹 you’re gonna make me cry, i love you so so much!! thank you for always supporting me and leaving the sweetest messages🥰😚💕💗😍😘🤍🩵❤️YOURE THE BEST!!!

Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Natasha Romanoff

BuckyNat

Other

Sebastian Stan Characters

Detroit Become Human

♡fluff ✦angst ❀possibly triggering ☻smut ✰series ✘dark

Connor (Rk800)

Hidden Truth ♡✦

→ You've tried to deny the growing feelings for a certain android, but you can't keep holding it all inside.

Luther (TR400)

Warmth ♡

→ Luther trying to help keep you warm.

[urdepressedslut]

i know the angst hurts, i’m sorry!! 😭 the steve theory is definitely the most talked about theory so far— a lot of people seem to agree that he’s the cause of all this. is he? i don’t know🤭 (my lips are sealed… for now)

i know i’ve got to be getting on your nerves with all the almost kisses 🫠 it’s okay (i’m annoyed at myself too!)

IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT MOLLS💕 as always, i appreciate your thoughts and comments about this series. your messages help motivate me to continue this series so i appreciate it lovely💗🥰

You’re Mine, Sunshine ❝part eight❞

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

♡ Summary: After a surprise visit from Pierce, tension arises as he threatens Bucky of his job. Pierce wants to have a talk with you and it doesn't go very well.

♡ Warnings: language, heavy angst, threats, stalking, abuse, fluff, pierce (yes— he's a warning), bucky literally being the loml

Series Masterlist

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

Bucky thought he had experienced true fear before— but that was before he was staring into the eyes of a very powerful man. A man who was looking at him with a knowing look— like he knew something Bucky didn’t. Truthfully, he wouldn’t of been nervous if he didn’t already feel indifferent about the man. He also was still in the state of mind from the kitchen. He was about to reveal the stalker secret to you. He would’ve too— if it wasn’t for Pierce.

Like he said— what shit timing.

“Sir, this is unexpected. Everything okay?” Bucky started, keeping things casual.

He had to remember to fall back into a professional bodyguard mindset— not the soft side that he had somehow brought out with you. He found it rather disappointing to hide that part of himself away— he supposed he had to though.

Pierce smiled even wider, motioning with his hand behind him— further into the house.

“Please— let’s talk inside. Too many listening ears out here.” Pierce insisted, waiting for Bucky to step aside to let him in.

Pierce wanted to scoff at the thought that Bucky would keep him out— this house was his. A gift, of course to you— but he owned the house.

Bucky shut the door, not before he got a glimpse of the men outside. All were unfamiliar faces— he wasn’t surprised. Pierce was so cutthroat, he wasn’t shocked if he had to get rid of the weak ones.

Bucky followed Pierce into the living room, sitting down in the couch opposite of him. It was silent for a moment, Pierce just staring at Bucky— like he was trying to get a read on him. The stare only made Bucky uncomfortable— and rather annoyed.

“Mr. Barnes do you think I’m an imbecile?” Pierce broke the silence, startling Bucky with the straightforwardness.

He shook his head, swallowing before speaking.

“No sir.”

“Do you think things can happen without me knowing?” He asked him another question, crossing his legs and leaning back— almost in amusement.

Bucky furrowed his brows, trying to see where this was going but otherwise kept answering.

“Probably not.”

“No— they can’t.” Pierce corrected him. “Mr. Barnes I like you. I respect what you’ve been through.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes at his word choice, the line between what he could take and what was sensitive territory— Pierce was dancing on that line.

Pierce found a sick satisfaction watching Bucky’s jaw clench— knowing he still held all the power. He was tracing Bucky’s weak spots with a knife and he didn’t know it.

“But I have a problem with certain bodyguards that forget their place. You do see where I’m going with this, right?” Pierce asked accusingly.

Bucky furrowed his brows in confusion, not sure what he was talking about— all he knew is that Pierce didn’t look the happiest.

“I’m afraid not sir.” He answered him carefully.

Pierce glared at Bucky for a moment, looking him up and down— like he was sizing him up.

“Then let me make myself very clear,” He leaned forward, “My daughter is not to know about certain things— i’m sure you know what i’m talking about.”

He paused and glanced to the direction of the stairs, careful not to let you hear. Bucky watched as Pierce called in one of his men. He whispered a few things him before the man started walking up the stairs.

Bucky felt his body tense up, feeling unsure about this man that you didn’t know— he didn’t know head upstairs.

“Mr. Barnes, I’m quite aware that you feel it’s only right that my daughter knows about this whole childish stalker situation. You don’t need to try and deny it— I have ears everywhere. Like I said, I find out about everything.” Pierce stated.

Bucky felt uncomfortable, knowing he’d been semi caught— though he hadn’t admitted to anything. Though he felt he didn’t have to, Pierce seemed to know more than he was letting on. But how?

He wasn’t sure why but he felt angered at the way Pierce was trying to control everything. You thought this was your safe haven— this house. But it was more like a jail— at least that’s how it felt right now to him.

“You put cameras in your daughters house or something?”

Pierce’s jaw twitched at Bucky’s boldness, but otherwise kept a poker face.

“No— but that’s a great idea. I’ll put it on the list.”

Bucky wanted to roll his eyes so badly at his sarcasm. He wanted to test the waters a bit, knowing deep down it wasn’t a good idea— but he had to try. For your sake.

“With all due respect sir— shouldn’t your daughter know about a stalker… specifically one that’s after her?” Bucky asked, keeping his voice quiet as to not challenge Pierce any further.

To Bucky’s surprise, Pierce nodded— actually taking a second to think of an answer.

“Honestly Mr. Barnes— no. If I can catch whoever is behind this and eliminate the threat before she ever finds out… she doesn’t have to worry about a thing.” Pierce explained, and Bucky was not surprised by the answer.

Annoyance bubbled up again, forcing him to defend you. He usually wouldn’t stop himself but it was the big boss he was talking to— he had to watch his tongue.

Pierce narrowed his eyes, analyzing Bucky and his posture. The way his jaw would clench every time you were brought up— the way Bucky looked ready to pounce despite his calm demeanor.

“Mr. Barnes I understand if you are infatuated with my daughter— but I hope you know what will happen if you don’t maintain your position as a bodyguard, and try to be something more.” Pierce warned and Bucky felt completely exposed. Pierce knew he’d hit the nail on the head. “All I can say is that it won’t end well for you.”

Bucky nodded his head in understanding but wanted to punch that smirk off his face. Pierce was clearly enjoying Bucky’s inner struggle.

“I get it— you spend all hours, everyday with her. It only makes sense that... something is to be formed. But you better hope that bond, doesn’t become something more. Understood?” Pierce threatened.

Bucky nodded again, slowly feeling his face grow hot. His hands were clenched into fists— his anger consuming his being. It was completely frustrating that Pierce wanted to be a Father now— not when you and him were strangers. He was only now playing the concerned, overprotective Father— but Bucky knew it was an act. Sadly, Bucky knew Pierce didn’t care for you. That much was obvious, and it made Bucky want to punch him even more.

“I apologize if that’s what it looks like to you sir, but nothing has happened or will happen between us.” Bucky promised, although he almost didn’t believe his lie.

“Apologies aren’t worth shit to me Mr. Barnes— either you get your act together or you’ll be gone.” Pierce said lastly, standing up and dusting off his suit.

Bucky swallowed nervously, not exactly the conversation you wanna be having with your boss. He was in a rough spot, and he wasn’t sure what this would mean for his job. He was sure Pierce was already wanting to get rid of him— it wasn’t often that people talked back to him. Bucky had seemed to get lucky this time around.

“You came all this way, just to warn me not to make a move on your daughter?” Bucky asked bravely.

He couldn’t deny the satisfaction at Pierces almost red face, the way his eyes were furious that someone had spoken back to him. Surprisingly again, Pierce took a breath and forced his lips to curve up. Bucky knew that had to be killing him.

“Not quite— I wanted to speak to her as well.” Pierce informed him.

Bucky couldn't hide the distaste from his face, the way he worded it. He wanted to speak to you— not with you. It was so frustrating to hear him speak about you like you were nothing. The way he spoke about you like you were just another one of his clients or someone who is around strictly for business. You were his daughter— it disturbed Bucky that he didn't act like a Father.

"Dad?" Your voice grabbed both of the men's attention, their eyes snapping to the doorway from the stairs. "What's going on?"

You were trailing into the room, glancing behind you skeptically as the man Pierce ordered upstairs followed behind you. Bucky could see how uncomfortable you were from the strange man following you— he couldn't imagine how you felt at the man entering your room if he did. The thought had Bucky clenching his fists more aggressively.

"(Y/n), go back upstairs." Pierce spoke lowly to you, already giving you a cold glare and you had just waked into the room.

You wanted to shrink back at his hostile expression, wondering for the hundredth time why your existence bothered him so much.

"Dad— why is this man allowed to just barge into my room?" You asked, still glancing back at the now smirking guard.

Bucky glared daggers into the guy, wishing his head could explode just by his stare. Man— he wish he could have laser vision right now.

"Don't be such a brat. I ordered him to watch you." Pierce snapped, walking towards you.

You wanted to scoff at his words. A brat? Here you thought you'd be able to talk with your Father— you felt silly now.

"Mr. Barnes, would you please give me and my daughter a minute to talk." Pierce told him, he made it clear it wasn’t him asking.

Bucky hesitantly excused himself, heading towards the stairs to take a seat at the top. Just out of reach to be able to hear. It didn’t help that the guy who had barged into your room was standing at the doorway— staring up at him. Bucky had to ignore the urge to flick the man off.

You walked further into the room until you took Bucky’s seat— sinking into the cushions as you waited for your Father to be seated fully.

Pierce sat and crossed his legs just as he did prior, giving you a once over— almost thinking of what to say.

“How are things?” Pierce asked simply.

The question had caught you off guard. You were expecting to be yelled at— to be asked simply for the benefit of him and his job. Now that he had asked the question you so desperately needed the month of your Mother’s passing. Well… you didn’t know how to react.

“Uh… fine. Everything’s fine.” You barely got out, still shocked from the question.

It was heartbreaking that something so tiny could bring you joy— even if he didn’t mean it. You’d like to pretend even for a moment that he cared about you.

"Peanut, I've come to talk to you about Mr. Barnes." He told you, keeping his voice quiet so only you and him could hear.

You winced from the nickname and furrowed your brows, you felt uncomfortable talking about Bucky when he wasn't around. You wanted him to be with you right now— you couldn't ignore the discomfort from talking with your Father.

"What about James?" You wondered.

Pierce narrowed his eyes at the name you had called him.

"James?" Pierce asked, giving you a judgmental look.

"Father, I didn't want to keep things so formal with him around all the time. I wanted things to feel less forced— so I got to know him better and yeah— I call him James." You explained, twiddling your fingers in your lap nervously.

"Peanut..." You winced again, "He's your bodyguard. Nothing more. You are to stop treating him like he's your friend—"

"Why?" You asked, and Pierce gave you an angered look that had you shrinking back slightly but not backing down completely. "I'm sorry Father, but you can't come here and tell me what to do after ignoring me for months."

You felt proud that you had stood up for yourself— but the mean glare your Father was sending you had you swallowing anxiously.

"Watch your tongue girl." He spit, leaning up in his seat now.

The way he had used girl, was so demeaning. It was almost as if you mean't nothing to him— not important enough to use your name.

"Just take a good second to remember who you're talking to." He warned you and you didn't hide the scoff this time.

The sound left your lips, letting Pierce know his words had annoyed you.

"I know who I'm talking to— my Father!" You raised your voice and stood up, this little moment let you feel bigger— towering over his sitting form.

That was until Pierce stood up now, getting close to you— in your face. You could feel the heat of his breath hitting your face, the burning smell of cigarettes on his breath.

"Exactly! You're my daughter— so you should respect me even more!" He stepped even closer to you, reaching out to grab your arm in a painful grip. "Why do you have to be such a bitch— why can't you just shut your fucking mouth and listen!"

You let out a whine at the grip he had on your arm and suddenly your body filled with fear— fear that your Father was going to hurt you. He already was.

"Father— you're hurting me.." You said clearly, trying to keep your voice even.

"You wonder why I don't want you around— do you not see how you act? Disrespectful fucking brat! I do all these nice things for you— I buy you a fucking house! I provide you with everything you need!" He attempted to keep his voice hushed but the sound was starting to echo throughout the space.

"Father—"

You were suddenly cut off, your head whipping to the side— your cheek stinging. Your mind felt hazy— fuzzy with confusion as you tried to understand what had happened. You just needed a moment to process everything. Through the blood pounding in your ears and the sudden blurriness from your oncoming tears— you had come to the realization.

Your Father had hit you.

You could still hear him talking, but it was all muffled. You were in shock and your body felt frozen, your chest felt like it couldn't expand. At last— you swore you felt your heart shattering and falling to the pit of your stomach. You felt your body jerk into your Father, and thats when your senses seemed to come back to you.

"Are you even listening to me?!" He screamed, pushing you back by your arm— watching you fall to the ground with a yelp.

Bucky had heard from the other room as the conversation— if he could even call it that— increase in volume. He was proud of you for standing up to him— and it felt odd to hear you speak so aggressively. He'd never heard you speak in any other tone that wasn't your usual light angelic voice.

He could hear the clear emotions straining your voice, and he had to hold himself back from running up to Pierce to tell him off.

He had done well to keep himself sat on the stairs, but as soon as he heard you utter the words, father you're hurting me— he got up immediately. He was on his way down the stairs when he heard the loud smack, and the sudden yell from you followed by the sound of a loud thud.

Pushing past the guard that was attempting to watch the doorway, he rounded into the room— his heart breaking at the sight in front of him.

You were laying on the floor, cowering in fear as tears poured out of your eyes. The way you looked so small and terrified as Pierce towered over you, still screaming at you. Bucky didn't think twice and ran over to you, standing in front of you to block Pierces path.

Pierce halted his yelling, and glared angrily at Bucky. Bucky continued to stare him down as he heard Pierce's men enter the room— all surrounding the boss. Pierce let out a dark chuckle— shaking his head in disappointment.

"Who are you to stop me from speaking to my daughter?" Pierce snarled, his men circling around him and you.

"I'm a man doing his job sir— following your orders to do whatever it takes to keep her safe." He snapped back bravely, repeating his words from the first day of meeting each other.

Pierce narrowed his eyes and remembered very clearly at his demand to do whatever it takes to keep you alive and safe— he just didn't think it would be used against him. He kept quiet for a moment, not wanting to admit defeat to Bucky.

"You've got big balls Mr. Barnes— but that might've just cost you your life." Pierce threatened with a smile.

Suddenly there was movement heard from behind Bucky and before he could turn to investigate— you were now standing in between Bucky and your Father.

Bucky's heart swelled at you trying to protect him— he couldn't get over how precious you were. Your heart too big for your body.

"Father— just leave. You've caused enough damage." You spoke calmly, but Bucky could see your body still shaking.

Pierce stared down at you, watching your lip quiver and he almost smiled evilly at the sight. He'd let you believe you won— let your guard down for now.

"Sure thing peanut." He cooed, and you had to fight back the sob that threatened to bubble up.

The nickname was tainted— things that happened today burned into your brain. You wished you could wake up from this horrible dream.

Just as Pierce was waving off his men, signaling to them to go outside. He glanced up to Bucky— not wasting another breath on him. Lastly, Pierce lifted his hand like he was going to reach for you and he felt satisfied watching you flinch back into Bucky.

You gasped and pressed your back to Bucky— your heart pounding in your chest at your Father. Bucky felt your form shaking and he rested his hands on your lower back, hoping it'd bring you some comfort.

"Pathetic." Pierce mumbled as he walked out of the room— making it to the front door and slamming it as he exited.

Bucky felt your body jump at the slam of the door but otherwise noticed you relax as it was just you two in the room now. He walked around to your front, his hands hovering over your cheeks as he waited for your permission to touch you.

"Can I?" He asked.

You nodded numbly and relaxed as you felt his hands cup your face— cradling your cheeks with such gentleness.

Bucky turned your face slightly to the side so he could get a better view of your now irritated cheek, a palm sized mark covering the smooth skin. He winced and anger immediately started bubbling up from the idea that Pierce had put his hands on you— hurt you.

"Oh doll... I'm so sorry— I should've been there." He whispered, rubbing a gentle thumb over your swollen flesh. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.”

You gazed into his eyes and listened to him apoligize— you wanted to laugh. He had nothing to be sorry for. He stuck up for you— protected you from your own Father. He was a constant by your side and you were happy to have him here with you in this moment. There was no one else you'd rather be with than him.

Your heart started beating fast again, but this time it wasn't from fear or anxiety— it was from the intense butterflies in your stomach from Bucky's gaze. Your eyes darted down to his mouth before they whipped back up to his eyes. Bucky noticed and gave your mouth a once over before he met your glossy eyes.

"Doll..." He warned, though he wanted the very same thing.

He just didn't think it was the appropriate time. You were vulnerable, and he didn't want to take advantage of you.

His warning had you thinking straight and you shook your head, but you still found yourself leaning in. Bucky watched as you leaned in and he kept himself rooted in his spot— making sure you controlled the pace. If this was going to happen— it was because you wanted it to. This would be for you— not him.

To his surprise, he didn't feel your soft lips on his— but instead he felt the plumpness of yours smush against his stubbled cheek. It was quick but held so many unspoken words. As you pulled away, your cheeks were flushed— as was his.

"You don't need to apologize, you were there for me. You're here for me now— so thank you James." You whispered hoarsely, emotions thick in your throat.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something, when you removed yourself from his hold and excused yourself upstairs. He watched with a heavy heart as you walked up the stairs, head hung low. It was clear that you were exhausted from todays events. Just thinking of everything that had happened to you, had his blood boiling all over again.

He couldn’t get the sound of your frightened yell out of his mind— it scarred him and he cursed himself for not being there to prevent it. He heard you— you didn’t think he needed to apologize. But he couldn’t just live on knowing you held the palm sized mark of your Father on your cheek. He felt absolutely terrible and followed shortly behind your form.

He knew you shouldn’t be alone right now— he also wasn’t going to leave your side. You needed someone— needed him. Bucky wanted to remind you that he wasn’t going anywhere.

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Stray ❝part eleven❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: You run into a familiar face, who tries to convince you that you are truly a monster. The pieces are starting to come together, and the reveal is terrifying.

♡ Warnings: dark themes, violence, language, rituals, corpses, gore, heavy angst, vomiting, major injury to reader, drowning, suicide, dead birds, major death of character?

Part 12

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT | 18+ DARK CONTENT

You hadn’t given much thought to your future, simply taking baby steps through each day. You didn’t think you’d still be here, therefore you never had a reason to plan for a future. Although things changed, Bucky was a part of your life now. Life didn’t seem worth living when it was just you, but you found something— someone to live for.

You’d thought about it many of times, throughout the months you had known him. There were tiny glimpses, visions of what life could be like with the two of you.

Until you couldn’t visualize it.

The surprise attack from the sledgehammer had you crashing to the ground, your ears ringing, your vision blurry. You opened your mouth, trying to shout— voice anything. But your words were slurred, your tongue suddenly feeling like concrete. You were so out of it, your body was free of fear— just pure pain.

The vibrations from something being dropped near your head, had you jumping— reaction time sluggish.

You wanted to see who your attacker was, but halted your movements to turn and look— your vision in your right eye suddenly turning red. The porch in front of you drizzled crimson, the steady stream of blood flowing from you.

“Do not be frightened honey— embrace it.” A voice called from above you.

You moved ever so slowly, movement at a turtles pace. When you glanced up, all you could make out was a silhouette of a woman staring down at you, leaning on the handle of the sledgehammer.

“Embrace it. I know you feel it.”

You blinked with heavy eyelids, trying to understand the woman’s words.

“B-bu-bucky…” You slurred, making the woman mad.

You heard a tsk from above, the sound of movement but you were too tired to care. It was only until you felt a hand tangle itself in your hair that you perked up— adrenaline pulsing through you. The last of your energy being used to free yourself of this woman’s grasp.

You felt yourself be dragged down the porch stairs, through the grass. The harsh tugging at your scalp causing you to whine, even more pain being registered.

“Silence! You have caused enough havoc within this family! Be a good girl and embrace it!” The voice spat, tightening their fingers even harsher in your hair.

This family? The words triggered something in you, and suddenly you were hyper aware. You couldn’t recognize the voice— yet it sounded so…

The feeling of tiny objects passed by your skin, your eyes straining to focus on your dragging legs. You were shocked to see the ground covered in dead birds, the fields littered with hundreds of them. Suddenly— It all came back to you.

The thuds against the house— the birds smashing into the windows. But why?

“Quit dragging your feet. They’re waiting for you.” The mystery woman hissed.

You were in and out, the feeling of being dragged drowning out— along with your vision darkening. The blood had covered the entire right side of your face, your eye drowning in the red. Your head pounded, the throb from the hit causing your head to lull to the side.

A light slapping to your blood free cheek had you snapping back to reality momentarily.

“Don’t go yet. Stay awake.” The woman told you, her face blurry when you tried to sneak a peek at her.

You could only make out her silhouette, but her figure seemed familiar— her voice even sparked the same déjà vu feeling.

You were dropped harshly to the ground, the fingers releasing your scalp. A burning agony left in its place. You could hear the familiar flowing water of the river, the comforting smell of the water was suddenly not welcome. You cracked your left eye open as wide as you could, straining to focus on your surroundings. Just barely, you could make out that you were indeed— by the river, but why? Who was this woman?

Sluggishly turning your head towards the woman’s direction, you were shocked to find out that the mystery woman was the lady that had visited the other night. What was her name again? Donna.

Your face paled, swallowing through a tight throat as you came to terms with who your captor was. Donna caught your stare, kneeling down to your crumpled form.

“I know you’re scared and confused right now, but it’s all going to make sense soon. Just hang on a little more my sweet niece.” She said softly.

My sweet niece.

You felt like you had to throw up, the bile rushing up and before you could stop it— you were emptying your breakfast to your right, chunks coating the grass. You opened your mouth to question her, but you couldn’t form any words. You slurred and cried, your head feeling like it was going to split, the pain and information you had just received— too much.

Donna took in your shocked state, lifting her hand free of the sledgehammer to pet your cheek.

“I know, I know,” She cooed falsely, “My sister was a fucking idiot. Hiding you from us— keeping you for herself. Selfish cunt.”

You shook your head in denial, your whole body shaking in shock. Donna ignored your distraught state, continuing her rambling.

“It wasn’t supposed to be this way, she should’ve still been here… but perhaps she misjudged you.” She explained so casually, but nothing was making sense to you.

The sound of multiple footsteps alerted you to glance around, your eyes going wider in pure fear— watching a group of people in black cloaks circle around you and Donna. Glancing to Donna for help, you found her calm.

“Good. We mustn’t waste anymore time. She’s losing consciousness fast— we must do it now.” Donna announced, signaling to two people behind you.

You struggled in the two pairs of hands, attempting to scream, cry for help— for Bucky.

You were too out of it, too weakened to make any loud enough call for help. You fought against their grip as they pinned your legs down, holding your ankles together. Tying a wire connected to a bag, around you. They dropped your legs, easily grabbing ahold of your wrists, tying them together with the same type of wire.

You were bound, throbbing in excruciating pain and losing hope for help to arrive. Your mind couldn’t focus on the circle of chanting people, nor Donna who held a menacing look. Your mind could only wander to Bucky, remembering the image you so desperately burned into your brain. Wishing for anything to see him again.

Donna walked up to you, glaring down at you with disgust.

“Your Mother was stupid. But… she was my sister. You took her from me.” She spat, tears glossing over her crazed eyes. “Now you’ll die with her— and you’ll come back as your true form— who you’re meant to be.”

“No…” You slurred out, feeling two pairs of hands grab your arms, pulling you back towards the edge of the river.

The hands dropped you by the edge, walking back into their formation within the circle. She kneeled again, grabbing your chin in a harsh grip.

“I’ve been watching you this entire time. You and that vile man.” She hissed, watching you tense up at the mention of him. “You think he loves you? Aw honey, even if he did— once he sees who you truly are… He’ll be running for the hills, damning you to hell.”

You let out a whimper, her grip bruising. The mention of Bucky being disgusted by you was enough to bring tears to your eyes. You couldn’t live with that— without him.

“You’ve been so close this entire time. You are a monster honey—” You let out a cry at her words, sobbing defeatedly, “Shh— honey it’s okay. You’ll see soon enough, you’re going to be so powerful. You’ll feel like a monster at first, but then you’ll feel like a god.”

You thrashed in her hold, slurring out incoherently, begging for someone— something to save you from this nightmare. Your panic caused birds to drop dead suddenly, all around the circle. The light thuds of the dead birds hitting the ground, your tears only flowing faster at the horrific sight.

“See!” She shouted at you, motioning her hands towards the dead birds, staring at them like they were Christmas lights, “This is only the beginning of what you’re capable of. The birds honey— it was always you.”

You cried harder, all those dead birds you witnessed. Possibly mothers trying to fly back to their nest of babies. Babies that will now starve because of you— monster. You felt the dark, insanity flowing through your veins. Maybe Donna was right?

No... don't think that.

“Yes… all that pain and agony you feel,” She cooed, spurring on your cries, “It will vanish, soon you’ll feel nothing but power. You just gotta embrace it, don’t fight who you are.”

She begged you, her eyes bloodshot as she held your hysterical state. She felt satisfied, your cries something of her dreams.

“And him…?” She whispered sharply, your cries pausing at the mention of Bucky. “You’ll forget all about him… but I assure you that will make him hating you— that much easier.”

She released your chin, letting you curl up in a ball— sobbing painfully. She stared down at you once more, before making her way to walk around the inner circle.

“In death, comes power! For we, will be immortal!” She shouted amongst the people circling you both.

She glared at the people surrounding her, giving them a knowing look, watching the circle of cloaks connect hand in hand.

“In death, comes power! For we, will be immortal!” Her and the group of people chanted.

You watched as Donna chanted, walking over to the two corpses laying on top of the grass— ones that you had not seen until now. Though they had been there the whole time, it’s like you had forced yourself not to see them. But as you made eye contact with your Mother’s lifeless, decaying body— you could suddenly smell the rotting flesh in the air.

There was something so skin crawling about staring someone in the eyes, knowing they’d never look away from you. The cloudy white haze over her eyes, her skin covered in dirt and red. It was a violent image of what you had done.

You screamed in horror, closing your eyes in fear of the haunting image before you. You gagged and choked on the vile smell of the air— dry heaving as you had already emptied your stomach.

It’s all in your head. It’s all in your head.

You tried to force yourself to wake up, this nightmare had gone on too long. Your heart beat rapidly, your pulse pounding in your ears. You waited, shaking with dread— Bucky would wake you up any second now.

Please. God please.

You opened your eyes, the scenery unchanged, the corpses, the cloaks, the horrid stench. This was real life, and you couldn’t fully believe what was happening.

You were frozen in fear, not realizing the cloaked person next to you, grabbing the bag— and throwing it into the river. Your body was being pulled into the water, the bag weighing you down into the deep depths of the river. The coldness of the water shocked you, your limbs struggling to free themselves from the wiring.

You watched as the light above the water faded farther and farther away, the colder the water got as you sank deeper. You held your breath, your lungs already burning— not able to get a good breath before your plunge.

This was it.

You hadn’t given your future much thought, until you were almost positive that you weren’t going to have one. Almost in a flash, you could see a timeline of what if’s and maybe’s. All events beautiful and perfect— all that were with Bucky.

Until you couldn’t visualize it.

Your lungs ached, and you couldn’t help yourself from gulping for air— only to inhale the river water. Choking and spluttering until you felt your lungs fill up. Your vision went black, and the last thing you could sense— was a muffled whisper through the water.

Death.

~

Moments earlier…

Bucky walked out of the bathroom, ears picking up the sound of the floorboards creaking from upstairs. Almost instantly, his body was stiff— his being defensive, alert.

He crept up the stairs, ignoring the kitchen as he didn’t want to make you panic. He’d rather deal with the dangers, not wanting to risk putting you in harms way.

Just barely, he could hear the faintest heartbeat. With careful steps he approached the room the rhythm was coming from, rolling up his sleeves in preparation.

The room he came to realize, was yours. Almost instantly he felt angered. Pushing the door open, his breathing stopped for a moment, the sight of a clothed man’s back— staring out the window.

Bucky chose to stay silent, creeping up to the man as long as he didn’t spot him. Choke him, just enough to knock him out— Bucky decided. He didn’t want to kill, that wasn’t him anymore. But quickly, the thought passed over his mind— he’d kill for you. He’d do just about anything for you.

“I know who you are.” The man spoke eerily, making Bucky stop in his tracks.

Bucky stayed silent, as the man turned around slowly facing him.

“You should’ve seen our reactions, when we found out The Winter Soldier was staying with our niece.” He laughed out, his whole demeanor unstable.

Niece? This man was your family?

Bucky winced at the title, forcing himself not to believe anything this man says. His name was Bucky, he wasn’t The Winter Soldier— at least that’s what you’d tell him.

“So naive that girl.” He muttered, and Bucky immediately felt angered with the way he spoke about you. “Opening her home up to a killer.”

Bucky still wasn’t sure what he should say, his mind was consumed with you. His instincts telling him to run and find you. But he couldn’t leave this man unattended. He feared for just a second he wasn’t watching, the man would hurt you.

The man squinted his eyes at Bucky’s silence.

“You don’t know what she is. If you were smart, you’d run.” He warned, watching Bucky’s fist clench tightly.

“Leave her alone.” Bucky spoke finally, his words harsh and intimidating.

The man smiled, finally getting a reaction out of Bucky. He only had minutes left.

“You don’t know the truth about her, do you?” The man questioned, genuinely curious.

“I know her family is fucking crazy.” Bucky spat.

“No! You don’t know the truth. She’s stronger than she knows, she’s powerful— but pathetic and weak. Afraid to embrace who she truly is.” The man told Bucky, who listened with a confused expression.

“Her Mother knew she was different the second she was born. Birds crashed into the hospital windows as her Mother was giving the final push. Sound familiar?” Bucky listened with bated breath, remembering the same birds all too well. “There was this… darkness that followed her. Her grandmother told us the gods had gifted us. That the day would come where (Y/n) would gift us enteral life.”

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He thought he was the only weird thing around— now he was hearing this man ramble about how you were some kind of goddess? He didn’t want to believe it, he didn’t want you to have this burden. You deserved to live a simple, happy life.

“(Y/n)’s Mother was a selfish pig, stealing the gift away— keeping it all for herself. But we saw how that ended up.” He laughed darkly.

Bucky winced at the mention of you being a gift— an object for their satisfaction. They didn’t care about you, or your well being. You were simply a pawn, something to use for their own doing. You were more alike than you would’ve ever guessed. Bucky’s heart ached for you, knowing you deserved far better than this.

“Why are you telling me all this?” Bucky whispered, afraid of the answer.

“I didn’t need to… I just needed to distract you.” He said mischievously, making Bucky’s heart drop.

“What did you—”

“Doesn’t matter. You’re too late.” The man spoke lastly, turning quickly towards the window.

The man ran threw, shattering on impact— falling from the height head first. Bucky flinched from the sound of the mans bones crushing, the sound of flesh tearing from impact.

Bucky didn't dare risk a glance out the window, instead he raced out of your room. He flew down the stairs, calling out for you.

"(Y/n)! You okay?!" Bucky called out, his heart dropping at the sight of the empty kitchen.

He checked the whole bottom floor, not sensing your heartbeat anywhere, which only made him panic. He walked outside, trying to ignore the dead birds everywhere. He stopped and stared down at the large blood puddle on the porch, hoping to god it wasn't yours.

Your piercing scream in the distance had Bucky's body stiffening up, the tune haunting. His stomach turned, bile threatening to rise at the sound. He immediately started sprinting through the fields, towards the river where your scream came from. The sky was turning dark, the clouds shifting into the start of an angry storm. The air felt thick, the wind biting his cheeks with its coolness.

His enhanced speed led him towards the river with swiftness, the closer he approached, the more he could make out a mass of people. All dressed darkly, in such a formation it caused fear to rush through his veins. He skidded to a stop, staring at the ground that was littered with bleeding out corpses. There wasn't a single beating heart, the skin of everyone paling to a lifeless shade.

Relief flowed through him for a quick second, but was replaced by the panic in which he couldn't find you anywhere. You didn't exist amongst the bodies, you were gone.

Bucky had thought he'd experienced true, raw fear before. The panic that paralyzed his whole being, his veins filling with ice as he lost control of his body. He thought he'd known what true fear felt like.

That was until he heard the sound of water splashing. Slowly he lifted his head towards the bank, and what he saw was something so horrifically haunting, he was sure he'd never be able to erase the image form his brain.

He looked closer and realized, it was you. But he couldn't find himself to be relived, only afraid.

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A/N: I bet y'all have a lot of questions LMAOOO! let me know what you think of this chap, I know its a lot to digest