#they slept on the floor facing in opposite directions after a very transparent fight

[camembri]

zoro and sanji are sooooo into promises and oaths it's unbearable. dork ass losers probably exchanged vows before they even had their first kiss. imagine sitting at the Sunny's dining room table at 8am sharp and you hear stuff like "nobody else can kill you, I feel it in my bones, I will chase you to the edges of the earth to make sure of it" whole time they're arguing about who has to pass the salt to usopp. everyone else thinks they're banging but this is all a prelude to like holding hands or something.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Witness : 4

The Present

moodboard created by @chuuulip

Character(s): dark!Bucky, later dark!Steve, too

Warnings: this is a dark!fic, it contains non/dubious-consent elements. Some violence as well at the beginning. It goes without (and with) that this is 18+.

Summary: The reader awaits, or rather dreads, Bucky's next visit.

Notes: I am reposting this fic here. It was originally on ao3 but now it’s on tumblr too! If you read, I love feedback and would love any comments you have. And if you can, please share! Anyhow, enjoy :)

If it hadn’t been for the alcohol, you wouldn’t have slept. When you awoke, it took a moment for your mind to clear and the memory to return to you. Coming home, Bucky, his threats, his promises...

Bucky’s visit had unwound you. Even if you had been paranoid, you had convinced yourself deep down that no one would ever know. That you would get past this and forget about everything. That he had so easily watched you and come into your apartment was more startling than anything you could have imagined.

Amidst your spiral, laced with whiskey, you had forgotten to call in. When your alarm woke you, you had no choice but to rise and brave a hungover day at work. You didn’t have yogurt that morning, only toast with butter. A shot of espresso from the Keurig before you sat down at work and you’d survive. You arrived at the call center just in time, though no one seemed to notice anyway.

Sinking into the brim of your coffee cup, you tried not to think of the night before. Would he return that night? If he did, would he change his mind? Would he just kill you instead? Maybe that was preferable. Was it truly worth it to degrade yourself to save your own life? And what if he found you too boring? It would be for nothing and you would have drawn out your own suffering for the same end.

You were going to puke. You pushed your chair back and clamoured through the doorway, bursting into the washroom right before your stomach flipped. You swung the door closed with one arm as you bent over the toilet, emptying your insides until there was nothing left. You closed the lid and flushed, sitting back on the tiled floor despite the filth there. How had this all happened? Why had it happened to you?

You climbed to your knees, shuffling to the sink and rinsing your mouth out, spitting the water down the drain. You pushed yourself up with the porcelain and tidied your reflection. What if he was in your apartment right now? What if he was watching you? Did he know where you were working today? Could he had put cameras in this very room? In your office? You made yourself leave the washroom before you lost all nerve.

You went to the breakroom and brewed a tea in the Keurig, closing your eyes against the harsh flourescent light. You sat at the desk and drank your tea; not a single person came to your desk. Lately, it felt as if you lived in your own world. As if, even when someone was right in front of you, that you weren’t truly there with them.

Time moved faster that day, but not much. You grabbed your bag and parted without pause. You sat in your car a while before starting it. You wanted to enjoy these little moments you had with yourself. Here in your shitty old Honda, you felt safe. What if you just started driving and didn’t stop? Could Bucky find you then? He had said he was watching you and had proven as much. can

You turned the engine and set off on your usual route. Peering up at your building, your stomach dropped. It was raining when you pulled up and you were quickly soaked in the downpour. You dragged yourself up the stairs, taking several breaks. Were you shivering because of the rain or were you quaking in fear? f

At last you reached your floor, testing the handle before you shoved your key in. It had been locked yesterday when you entered, too. Nothing could stop him. You sighed and unlocked the door, flicking the light switch as soon as you entered. You were reluctant to go further down the hallway but you had nowhere else to hide. You crept forward and peeked into the living room, relieved to find it empty.

You carried on and inspected further. Empty whiskey glass beside the sink, another where Bucky had left it. The plate from your morning toast still unwashed beside your cup. All was as it should be. Except for that glass. You were almost afraid to move it, yet it only reminded you of him.

I’ll be seeing you soon.

You set your bag beside the counter and headed for your bedroom. You were calm enough to assume he wouldn’t be there that night. As you entered your room, however, you spotted a box atop your mattress. Sleek black cardboard; a red bow holding it closed. You stared at it as you changed into your pajamas; plush blue bottoms with a loose tee. You paced at the foot of your bed before you found the strength to touch it. You pulled the box towards you, loosing the bow with a tug. You took a breath as you lifted the lid, red tissue paper hiding its contents further. You folded back the paper and quickly rescinded your hand as if you had been bitten.

It wasn’t much fabric but it was enough to revolt you. It only took a glance to know it was lingerie. You blinked and shook your head. You brushed back the tissue paper once more and slowly lifted the negligee by its straps. It wasn’t much of anything. A rosy one-piece which had no ass and the cups of its breast were entirely transparent. You let it fall back to the box as you noticed a black card in the middle. You opened it with two fingers; “Tomorrow”. Well, at least it wouldn’t be a complete surprise.

You pulled your arm back, messily replacing the lid and shoving the box on your dresser. Don’t think about it. Not until tomorrow. Just enjoy your time before...then.

Friday night. It felt like the last of your life. What awaited you felt like a death sentence. Would he be there, in your apartment? God, did it matter? That day was too speedy for you; the hours slaking off the clock like the rain washing over the New York skyline. The weather that day seemed to reflect your mood; dour. You bid farewell to the office, glad to be done with placement, but dreading what would come after.

When the elevator dinged to release you, your heart pattered along with the downpour just outside the front doors. You pulled up the hood of your jacket and left behind the call center, searching out your blue Honda amidst the rain-blurred dots of vehicles that lined the street. You let your bag fall onto the passenger seat as you hurriedly shielded yourself inside your car, pulling closed the door with a gasp. You pushed back your hood and looked around at the traffic passing by. It would keep you a little longer. Just a few minutes, but better than nothing. d

You waited for your window and joined the queue of rush hour drivers; your patience fueled by your reluctance. When you reached the corner of your street, you turned in the opposite direction and drove towards the other side of the city. What were you doing? You couldn’t run. He’d find you, wouldn’t he? He’d know.This was hopeless and yet you couldn’t make yourself turn around. You need a little longer. Just another night. You couldn’t do this.

You pulled into the parking lot, vacant but for a few errant car parts and pieces of rubbish. Abandoned and forgotten beside an old printer's. Weeds grew through the cracks of the tarmac, drowned in the pools of rainwater. You shut off your engine and leaned your head back, closing your eyes. Just a few minutes and you would go home. Face the music. But it wasn’t just a few minutes. It was an hour.

Headlights passed you, flashing through your eyelids as you listened to the unknowing passerbys. If you fled, how hard would Bucky look for you? Were you really that important? Well, he had waited three weeks to reveal his plotting and you suspected he rarely expended such energy without a degree of commitment.

A knock came at the window, nearly hard enough to shatter it. Your eyes shot open and you looked over the fist clenched and leaned against the car door. The metal fingers were a giveaway. You shook your head. It couldn’t be. “Open up, Y/N.” Bucky called to you, “Before I rip the door off.”

You reached over, trembling, and pressed the unlock button, the doors clicking loudly. Bucky pulled open the door and climbed in, tossing your bag in the back as his weight shifting the car. He dropped his hood from his face and glared at you, his jaw gritting as he sighed deeply. His metal hand wrapped around yours; a grip meant to be a warning. “What are you doing?” He hissed, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

You stared at his hand but he did not release you. You looked up, fear twisting your features as you sputtered, fighting to find any response. What could you say? You didn’t even know what you were thinking.

“Alright, let’s go over the rules now.” He declared, his hand squeezing tighter. He could easily break your fingers, mangle every bone without effort. “First, when I ask you something, I expect a response. Understood?”

“Y-yes,” You forced out, shuddering. His grip lessened slightly.

“When I tell you to do something, you do it, without question,” He spoke through his teeth angrily. “Got it?” You nodded frantically. He continued, “No funny business. No running, no lying to me, because I will know. I know every move you make.” He slowly released your hand, stretching his vibranium fingers as if to boast their strength. “Your disobedience will have consequences, but I am not without mercy. Today is difficult, I understand. I can forgive the first mistake, it is a given, but no more than that.” He licked his lips, brushing back his hair. “So, we can make this night easy or hard. Your call. No more fuck ups.”

He stared at you, his eyes turning dangerous before you recalled that he expected an actual answer. You cleared your throat and squeaked out what was left of your voice. “Okay. I’ll listen.”

“Good. Start the car. We’re going to your place,” He said, “Remember, you are to do as I say. Without argument.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” You nodded as you turned the ignition. There was nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do but listen. Do as he said and you would live. Your surrender was a small price to pay for your life, right?