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moongirlwidow · 1 day
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SO turns out in Madripoor I can legally get a tattoo, not that anyone cares very much about the law, HOWEVER that means I can get one in a proper shop so I need opinions
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Going clockwise from the top left, the bottom image is going last, here’s my reasons for each:
Option one: the symbol I use as the Winter Widow(my symbol is silver but people make more images for Nat so here’s the closest option) I like it, it’s important to me, if I got it I’d probably put it on my shoulder
Option two: roses. They’re one of my favorite flowers and I would most likely use a group of scars instead of the stem/vine, I’m thinking of a group on my right shoulder blade as my best option, though might also go on my shoulder/tricep. Gets a bonus for being sentimental as James calls me Little Rose
Option three: moon with flowers. Nighttime feels safe to me, and my birth mother called me her Twilight Princess. I also just love the moon’s symbolism, and I love flowers. I also love the other background details, again I’d probably put this on my shoulder or shoulderblade(yes there’s a pattern here)
Option four: it’s a dagger with a spider on it. I would probably change the spider’s design from a skull to an hourglass, but I really like the style. This one would probably go on my forearm
Option five(the one on the bottom): I love this one because it has the moon and the rose, and how it’s growing, genuinely beautiful. Again, I’d position it so my scars look like roots, this one probably on my shoulder blade, most likely the right one so the curve of the flower lines up nicely. Might also tuck a star in there for my sisters, since they call me Little Star
Anyways it’s a certain that I’m at least getting a semicolon on my wrist, so I’m getting something either way. Natasha signed off on this under a few conditions, by the way
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The woman snapped one more picture before she lowered the camera, she looked to Peggy. "Oh, hello!" She greeted with a gentle smile. "I'm Mary."
@maryfisk
Peggy kept her gun trained on the woman’s chest. “Would you like to explain yourself, Mary?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m going to be taking that camera, unfortunately. Or at least the memory card.”
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Clean✨ after about an hour 30
I'm impressed. I mean, you should still be sleeping, but you did accomplish something so I'm proud.
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captaincanklezzz · 2 days
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uh-oh MCU art dump
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trishpatsywalker · 2 days
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You’re Jessica’s sister, right?
— @moongirlwidow
"Yes, that's me. Do you need something with Jessica?" Trish replied with a gentle smile.
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Hi, you're Vera's girlfriend aren't you?
- @karmaisabitchandsoami2
I am, you’re the vigilante staying in the gym, right?
The Murphy bed, with the linen curtains around it?
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you-have-a-metal-arm · 2 months
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Drunk Confession
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Trope: Friends to Lovers
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol
Summary: Bucky gets drunk and confesses to you
Author’s Note: Please do not copy or translate my work. English is not my first language, so please understand grammar or spelling mistakes. This fic was inspired by the song, Drunk Text by Henry Moodie. I appreciate every feedback! Thank you for reading!
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Since Bucky joined the Avengers, you and Bucky have been friends for eternity. The two of you hit it off when you met, and considering Bucky a quiet person, as soon as the two of you you started opening up, Steve couldn’t be more surprised. You two would flirt whenever you had a chance, but both of you were scared to admit the feelings that were so obvious to the other team members. You and Bucky would be on missions together, fighting for each other’s lives, caring about each other’s safety more than anything. After successful missions, Tony would have a party, inviting nearly half the population of New York. As everyone leaves, and the team is the only member left, they would have small games like Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and so much more, leaving Tony to wonder if he’s dealing with a bunch of seventeen-year-olds.
This mission was one of the last missions the team had to deal with at the Main base of Hydra located in Russia. The mission was over quicker than Tony’s plan, leaving everyone more time to relax.
When everyone returned to the compound, Tony decided to have a party just for the Avengers. He informed the members to wear something casual. Some left for their rooms, and some went to the medic to get superficial wounds patched up.
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“Let’s get drunk!!!!!!!!!!”
 Peter shouted since it was his first party where he could legally be drinking. Tony looked deadly into Peter’s eyes, warning him to act like an adult, leaving Natasha to smirk. You weren’t feeling good and remembered that Bucky usually did not enjoy staying out at parties, where he is forced to socialize; you thought the two of you would be having a movie night in your room, but you were wrong. Bucky wanted to stay and drink, so you decided to go back to your room and sleep early, but as soon as you were about to leave, Bucky grabbed your wrist.
“Stay.. Please”
He told you with his puppy eyes looking at you, and you couldn’t say no. So you silently sat down next to him, where he held your hand and absent-mindedly drew circles on the back of your hand.
“Just get a room, the two of you! We have a teenager in this room.”
Teased Sam, earning a dramatic eye roll from Bucky and Peter.
“I’m not a teenager, look! I drink! I’m an adult now.”
 Peter told Sam, showing him the bottle he had in his hands.
“Says who doesn’t even have facial hair.”
Muttered Tony. Steve and Sam were cracking up, and Peter was left annoyed.
Bucky never enjoyed drinking. Well, one, he couldn’t get drunk from his serum, and two, even if he did get drunk in some way, the hangover he had the next day and the blimming headache would remind him of the bloody chair. But for some reason, Bucky was drinking the Asgardian beer Thor brought as a present. You were worried for his sake by tomorrow, so you constantly whispered to him to stop drinking, but he wouldn’t listen.
“I just have a lot in my mind, Y/N… So just let me drink. I know the consequences ”
Bucky told you to calm you down as you were worrying too much.
“You can tell me what’s in your mind; don’t bottle them up just with alcohol.”
Bucky shook his head and drank up bottles of beer and strong whiskey. Realizing you had no power to stop him from drinking, you decided to let him be and have his way of controlling his stress.
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You talked with Nat as Wanda and Vision left to go to bed. You then realize that it is already two o’clock in the morning. No one seemed to be leaving soon, so you just continued the chat with Natasha and Clint, hearing about Clint’s family and Natasha’s sister. As the conversation continued, your eyes started to feel so heavy that you decided to head back to the room. As you were trying to leave, Sam called you out.
“Y/N, cyborg is too drunk to return to his room alone. Steve’s too drunk, and obviously, I’m too terrified if I ‘invade his privacy.’”
Sam mentioned sarcastically, and you nodded. You remembered Bucky hated people entering his room, even when it was just for help, and you were the only exception in the team.
You excused the both of you, nearly carrying Bucky back to his room.
“Bucky, you’re too drunk!!! I told you to stop drinking.”
You scolded Bucky, but he just widely smiled at you.
“What are you smiling at, mister?”
“You.”
He replied so simply yet in a flirty way that made you blush.
While he was rambling stupid stuff, you had already carried him to his room and tucked him into bed. He grabbed your wrist when you were about to get him a glass of water to wake him up.
“Y/N? Did I ever tell you I’m in love with you?”
Your eyes widened. You developed a crush on Bucky for about five months now, but you were too terrified to tell him your feelings and get rejected to lose a best friend, so you had to hide your feelings deep down. But Bucky confessing his feelings to you while he’s half asleep? Your head was running miles an hour, but Bucky’s voice stopped you from overthinking.
“I’m madly in love with you, Y/N. Maybe I fell for you the moment I shook your hands, or… when you came into my room with cookies at 4 am when I woke up from a terrible nightmare, or even when you threw yourself in front of me to protect me from a gunshot, only to get yourself hurt. I think about you all the time; I think about you while eating lunch, I think about you before I go to sleep, and I think about you as soon as I wake up; you might think this is creepy, but I want to be with you, and I’m too scared if you’d find me too broken, that you’d find a reason to leave. I wanna have you so bad…”
You held his hands and kissed his forehead. You kept telling yourself;
‘He’s drunk, he’s drunk, he’s drunk’
“Buckaroo, you’re too drunk. Let’s get you to bed and talk about this in the morning, Okay?”
Bucky nodded and let go of your hand.
“Now let me go get you a glass of water. It will make you feel better a bit.”
You went to the kitchen, made a glass of water, and returned to his bed, but you couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Buck? Bucky, where are you?”
You turned on the lights and saw Bucky sitting on the couch, playing random chords on his guitar. As Bucky had therapy sessions, he was recommended to learn an instrument or make a hobby unrelated to fighting, and he decided to learn the guitar. Having YouTube, he could learn guitar in his room without anyone knowing. But sometimes he would play some chords and sing you some songs.
“Y/N, come here. I’m not drunk.”
Bucky’s voice sounded calm, which made you wonder if he wasn’t drunk. He wasn’t slurring anymore, and his eyes seemed more alert than a while ago. You followed his instructions and sat down beside him, and he started singing a song.
I wish I was who you drunk texted at midnight
Wish I was the reason you stay up ’til 3
And you can’t fall asleep
Waiting for me to reply
I wish I was more than just someone you walk by
Wish I wasn’t scared to be honest and open
Instead of just hoping
You’d feel what I’m feeling inside
Oh, and here we go again
Destroy myself to keep a friend
Hiding away, ‘cause I was afraid you’d say no
I wonder if I cross your mind
Half as much as you do mine
If I tell you the truth
What will I lose I don’t know
I wish I’d sent you that drunk text at midnight
I was just sacred it would ruin our friedship
But I really meant it
I wonder how you would reply
Bucky finished singing. He sang the last verse, nearly asleep, and as soon as the song finished, he fell asleep on the couch. You were left flabbergasted, feeling an undescribable feeling in your stomach. But you noticed if Bucky spent the night like this, he’d probably be in misery in the morning, so you decided to take the guitar away and at least make him comfy on the couch, with cushions and blankets. As you lifted his head to put the blanket below him, he brought you down and nuzzled into your neck. You were surprised and tried to get out of his grip, but he pulled you closer as you tried to escape, sending shivers down your spine. You fell asleep in his arms, and it was cozier than you thought.
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You woke up earlier than Bucky and decided to make him breakfast because you knew he’d have a massive hangover when he woke up, so you prepared to create him a bowl of oatmeal with sliced banana and chicken noodle soup just in case.
Soon, you heard Bucky tossing and turning around the couch, and soon, you saw him wake up. He looked exhausted, with his hair all over the place. He frowned as he looked around his room, but as his eyes landed on you, his frown turned into a colossal smile.
‘See? He doesn’t remember a thing; he was just drunk. Let’s get over it.’
You thought to yourself.
“Good morning, Bucky; you were so drunk yesterday, like really drunk. I was scared you’d blow up.”
“Good thing I didn’t.”
“I warned you not to drink that much! You hate drinking, Buck!”
You warned him, and he nodded. You offered him a glass of water to save him from his misery. You were about to return to the kitchen to finish the food, but Bucky pinned you.
“You said we’d discuss it today.”
You tried to put on a normal face, acting as if you didn’t remember anything from yesterday.
"What?"
You questioned innocently as Bucky was about to pour his heart into you.
"I'm in love with you. Can you be my girlfriend? I was in love with you forever. And I was scared I'd lose you. I... I love you so much."
You were utterly dumbfounded. Words left your mouth. You thought it was the alcohol speaking, not himself, but as you see him all sober up, you realize it was him all along. As he confessed his feelings to you, the space between you was filled with silence, and the few seconds felt like a million years of them.
You were in shock and internally screaming from joy, and Bucky was so nervous not hearing a word from your mouth. He started overthinking, worrying if he had just lost his best friend, just from his stupid emotions that he couldn’t help but keep to himself.
"I- If you don't wanna be with me, it's totally fine. I respect your decision. And- and if you want me out of your life, I will walk out of it. And if you, if you hate me, you can, and- and... I'm sorry for ruining everything like this. I shouldn't have said that. I'm so sorry. You can leave if you like, I won't bother you with my stupid jokes, I won't sing you weird songs, I won’t keep you awake at night from nightmares, and- and”
He was rambling, and you stopped him with a deep kiss. As your lips crashed with his, his eyes widened and pushed you away in shock.
"What was that? Why did you kiss me? Just to rub it in that I'd never have you?"
You loved seeing him so nervous in front of you. The Bucky that everyone in the compound knew was a man with no emotions who was always stiff and private, but seeing him in this state made you smile. He looked so adorable. He was so adorable that it made you question how he could be a deadly assassin.
"To show you I love you too idiot."
You replied, hoping it would stop him from wandering in his thoughts that were running miles an hour. Bucky was momentarily speechless and pulled you in for another deep kiss.
“Does this mean you’re mine?”
Bucky asked while he pulled you in closer and nuzzled into your neck.
“Yes, idiot I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
You told him in between kisses. His tongue entered your mouth, and your tongues moved in sync.
“God, this is the best day of my life. I’ll never let you go Y/N”
He whispered.
Bucky was on top of you, and he started to kiss your neck, leaving a trail down to your clavicle. You whimpered and loved every single second of it.
“Don’t you smell something burning, doll?”
Bucky asked, and you realized the chicken noodle soup you left on the fire.
“Oh shit.”
You ran back to the kitchen, and Bucky followed you and hugged you from behind, snuggling into your neck as he absorbed your scent.
“You made something for me, sweetheart?”
 “I did, ‘cause I know how much you hate headaches, and I wanted to soothe it for a bit. I wanted to make you feel better.”
“You want me to make me feel better? But you already are, baby.”
Bucky told you with a cheeky grin and offered to get food in the common-kitchen. You went downstairs together, having hands in hands, interlocking your fingers. Bucky’s face looked better than ever, and Tony gave you death glares as he silently asked you what happened overnight. You just smiled at him.
“Since when did cyborg wake up with a grin after a heavy drinking session?”
 Sam asked, but Steve poked him when he caught on to what was happening. Steve gave Bucky a knowing glare.
“Maybe I like alcohol,”
 Bucky whispered as you were having breakfast. Your spine shivered again, and you had butterflies in your stomach again. You realized that you weren’t just in love with him, you were in fact, madly, in love with him.
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Thank you for reading!!
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peterparkermans · 28 days
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Mr. Stark said he likes Tumblr and I said WHAT YOU HAVE A TUMBLR? Anyways I’m Peter Parker
Mr. Stark is my- I’m not sure but anyways
Mr. Stark said I have to be careful what I say cause his PR team, I thought PR was pot roast
…he’s disowning me now….
Anyways! Hi!!!!! Please talk to me haha
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blackwidowandco · 10 months
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Paperwork || Peggy || Open
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“Will you ever stop taking unnecessary risks on and off the field? It creates extra paperwork and you know how I feel about paperwork.”
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The Lab
ask me questions! Ask about my experiments, what I work on, I would love to share.
unfortunately all those conversations end up will yelling about morals, *tsk* it’s practically scripted every time. Oh well. Perhaps I’ll find someone, or multiple someone’s, who would like to join the cause of knowledge.
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presleyanswrites · 5 months
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pairing(s): mcu Peter Parker x fem!reader
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desc peter gets worried for her girl when she won't eat.
waning(s): mentions of anorexia/bulimia, ED reader, language, grammar, fluff, slight angst. THIS WILL BE A SERIES IF YOU WANT IT !!
a/n: please message me if you feel any of this applies to you. i love you so much. this is just a sneak peek there will be a part two if you guys want it!!! let me know!!
requests | open 💌 masterlist
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you hear the door of your apartment open.
it was peter.
"hey! uh- im home!" he tosses the keys on the couch. "i brought leftover pizza from the lab- Mr. Stark was out of pepperoni is that okay?" he smiles at you as he places the square boxes on the dining table, scratching the back of his head.
you look up from staring at the kitchen counter.
"oh um- i ate earlier. sorry."
you bite your lip nervously as he furrows his eyebrows. you hated lying to him but you just couldn't do this right now.
he looked down at your stomach to see you were covering it with one of your arms, sucking it in so hard it looked like your ribs were showing through your work shirt. his senses we're going off but he shrugged turned away shut the front door behind him.
he sets his mask on the chair before taking a paper plate and placing a peice of pizza on it, taking a bite and says it a mouthful; "well if you change your mind its on the counter." he smiles like a chipmunk and goes over to turn the TV on.
you gulp as he sits in the couch, you're stomach growling. You turn to the cabinet to get a glass and fill it with water from the fridge. downing two full of water to drown the feeling.
you sigh and slip a sweatshirt over your head before going over to the couch to snuggle with peter. you two we're watching breaking bad. Peter was a little obsessed with it and you had watched it together a little more than too many times.
later, crickets could be heard chirping outside the window as the two of you had fell asleep with the tv on. You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing beside you, as you get up from the couch and creep quietly over into the kitchen.
you sigh. why was this so hard?
you take all of the muffins from the fridge and indulge in every. single. one. you keep eating and eating. you couldn't stop and your stomach kept craving it more, but your brain was on fire.
just one more, right? one more time.
and then you could let yourself starve.
you pull away from the food, your cheeks hurt from the stretch of stuffing your face.
worry filled your lower abdomen as tears began to form in the bottom of your eyes. You sweat as your throat begins to form a ball. you sniffle and wipe your eyes, putting the container back in the fridge.
you tiptoe back to your room before shutting the door behind you in the bathroom.
you sat on the cold floor and stared at the toilet.
you take a deep breath and shuffle open the drawers to your vanity.
you found the same wooden popsicle stick you kept since last summer.
you take a deep breath and open your mouth deepening the stick down the end of your throat, choking on tears as liquid rushed to your face, spilling into the toilet. you forced yourself to gag until all of it was up.
you stared at the sunken bile.
the next morning peter woke up from the couch, making himself a cup of coffee.
you jolted awake from the sound of the grinder running. with a groan, you made yourself get up to go back into the kitchen.
you squeeze your stomach in as your press a kiss to peter's cheek.
"hey love." he smiles, pouring the liquid in his favorite mug.
you rest your chin on the back of his shoulder.
"how'd you sleep?"
"fine." you say, pressing your lips together.
"do you want me to make you some breakfast?" he asks gently, rubbing your back.
you shake your head gently. "thats okay, i'm not that hungry." you smile, even though your stomach was burning for some sort of calories.
he raises an eyebrow, and when he turns to look at your face his expression softens.
"okay." he pulls you in a hug and stretches his mask over his head before swinging away.
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moongirlwidow · 6 days
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hElP Loki decided that since I’ve been adopted into an Asgardian family I need Asgardian royal clothing since Mama is a queen and they’ve been making a mood board for the past hour-
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It’s genuinely gorgeous but how do I explain that they really don’t need to put in that much effort for me-
@goddessof-death help? Your sibling is like,, smirking at the computer screen and on their eighth sketch, it’s both impressive and mildly concerning
//note: I don’t own any of these images I found them all on Pinterest
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*Actively sneaking out*
@anthonyedwardstark1970
Do you need a lift somewhere?
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Dad whag jf i have a cow but the cow doesn’t exist and now K see people that aren’t there but there’s footprints?
.... I think you need to go to a doctor now.
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hannawinchester03 · 4 months
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THE CASUAL MEET UP..
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Mob boss! Bucky X Fem Reader
The story of two people who shouldn’t be in love but they are, one of them know this already and the other is just lost, trying to make it through life.
Plot line..
(Y/n) runs into some trouble with the law, needs help getting out of the situation, so she uses a friend’s advanced and gives Bucky a call. A man with endless access to money and helps people in need, for the right price of course. Something that’s sounds strange to some, but perfectly normal to others.
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This chapter contains: family loss, grief, alcoholism, knives, guns, money, poverty, physical abuse, mental abuse, mental illness, and depression.
Word count: 2,000
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(Y/n) let out a small sigh as she leaned back into her seat at the bar taking another sip from her glass swallowing the last sip of her whiskey as she looked around at the vacant seats around the tables in her once very popular family restaurant.
It has been 3 years since the incident happened, for the last 36 months it had been eating her alive, watching her back everywhere and anywhere she went awaiting for the arrival of the people to come and finish off the job, waiting for them to kill her and putting her out of her misery but it seemed to never come.
“Why me..” she mumbled out as she slid off the seat standing up as straight as she could as she held onto the wooden bar countertop. As she stepped down she let the glass cup fall from her hand hearing it break as she let go of the countertop walking over to the other side of the room.
She made her way to the empty stage kicking an empty beer bottle to the side as she sat on the edge of the stage her feet dangled as she got herself situated, she rubbed her face a little as she let out a groan trying to wake herself up, but she had a little too much to drink so her eyes were glazed over even after trying to rub it away.
(Y/n) looked around at the dimly lit dining room, observing as some of the back corner tables had chairs up on top of them as if to tell the customers to not sit there, she lightly shook her head as she looked at the other end of the restaurant seeing the street lights lighting up the inside of the abandoned looking restaurant she once called home.
(Y/n)’s mind was once filled with great memories of running around the restaurant with her mother greeting everyone of the customers as a child with a menu and looking up at her mom as she introduced herself and took their orders.
Memories of sitting in the kitchen listening to her father as he sang along to the radio and cooked all of his and his wife's family recipes, telling her how one day all of this would be hers so she better pay attention closely.
Not only was her mind filled with childhood memories but with her teenage years, walking customers to their tables, now her introducing herself and taking orders, bringing the customers anything they needed as she would make small talk long enough for the food to come out bringing it out watching as they smile happily sitting back with their families and enjoying their food as they listened to live bands play music.
These are all the good memories that (Y/n) liked to think about, granted there were a lot of memories trapped inside these walls, most of them were good but there were some bad.
She will never forget the time she walked into the kitchen seeing her father with a knife up to her mothers neck, threatening her for who knows what, she always pushed it aside as she didn’t like to think about it much, thinking it’ll get better but it only got worse.
The next time her mother was holding a gun to the back of her fathers head. “You know we couldn’t afford it! Why would you..” (Y/n) listened to her mom scream at her father as she watched from behind the door trying to hide so she could watch but she was spotted, she couldn’t help but jump as she watched her father turn and punch her mother watching as she fell onto the cold pavement.
(Y/n) always thought those were the worst moments of her life growing up, but as she got to her teen years she told herself it was normal, all families were like this she always told herself. She would fake a smile making sure all the customers were happy as she tried her absolute hardest to keep them coming as the food got worse and they began to lose business everything going down the drain.
All leading up to the day she will never forget. It was a normal Wednesday afternoon, a nightly band who were just a couple of high school kids that had instruments and would play their best music they could, each one already exhausted from their school day but they got as much free food as they wanted so they stuck around and played lousey music in hopes for some extra tip money.
(Y/n) worked the night shift, so they always came into work at 7:30 and would be there all night until 5 am. The restaurant had a bar and most of their business was from all the drunks coming to their bar once all of the other bars closed, so they stayed open as late as they could.
(Y/n) remembers it like it was yesterday, walking through the back door leading to the kitchen hearing a loud scream and a gun shot not long after. She remembers gently setting her keys down so she wouldn’t make noise as she looked around the corner to see what was going on.
The sight she saw was her mother on the ground with a puddle of blood forming around her as her father was backed up against a wall with a gun pointed to his head as an older gentleman stood in front of him without a mask or anything, (Y/n) always found that strange, she could never understand how someone could do something so hateful and still have the nerve to do it without a mask to hide their identity, as if they were above the law and their wouldn’t be consequences for their actions.
“Where is all the money, all the money you owe me!” Is all (Y/n) heard before she heard a loud gunshot watching as her own father got shot making her cover her mouth as she moved back around the corner going to run out of the back door they she had come in from but she stopped in her tracks as she saw the door swing open making a loud bang as a man with a gun in his hand standing in the doorway.
(Y/n) felt her heart drop as she watched the man take a step inside towering over her it seemed like as she fell to her knees holding onto her necklace her mother had given to her as she closed her eyes waiting for her doom.
All she heard was two or three shots making her flinch as she tightened her grip on her necklace. “this can’t be happening..” she remembered telling herself under her breath as she curled into herself.
For what seemed like hours she waited until she felt someone’s strong grip on her arm as she was pulled to stand up making her cry out in pain at the strong grip as she was holding her so she wouldn’t fall. “What do we do with this one?” She heard a voice say as she tried to look up but her eyes were full of tears she couldn’t see anything. “Take her to a hotel.” Another man said out as she watched the silhouette through her fuzzy vision as it got closer. “I’m sorry we didn’t get here in time, we were supposed to protect you from seeing that.” Was all (y/n) heard before she was unconscious.
The next thing she remembered was waking up in a hotel bed, wrapped in silk sheets as she looked around still in the same work clothes she had been in the night before. She rushed out of bed and looked out the window seeing she was nowhere she could seem to remember, which was strange since she knew just about everywhere around her.
As she ran to the nightstand to grab the phone to try and call someone she realized the phone was not there making her look around frantically opening all the doors to bathrooms and closets until she opened the main door and ran down the hallway getting to an elevator, once inside she pressed the main floor button.
She watched as the numbers went down and when the doors opened she ran out to the front desk. “Sir, where am I? What day is it?” (Y/n) said out to the man who was mopping the floor making him look at his watch and begin to speak in a different language making (Y/n) fall to her knees crying as she knew she was lost in a place she probably couldn’t get away from.
“Ma’am you’re okay, you are in upstate New York, the date is Friday, August 23rd,.” (Y/n) heard as she felt someone holding onto her shoulders as she wiped her tears away and looked at the woman in front of her as she was kneeling in front of her. “Thank you..” she mumbled out as she looked up at the woman and sniffled a little as she looked around.
“d-do you have a phone? I need to call someone.” (Y/n) asked softly as she tried to stand up but the woman handed her the phone so she stayed in her spot and dialed the number to her family restaurant, listening to it as it rang again and again. “Hello, little joe's Italian restaurant, how can I help you?” (Y/n) heard her best friend's voice making her let out a sigh as she couldn’t find her words.
“Damn prank callers..” was all (Y/n) heard before the phone was hung up.
(Y/n) doesn't remember much after that she chose to forget, after hours and hours of state provided therapy telling them what had happened and them just telling her she gots to accept the fact my parents retired and ran off to their dream vacation, leaving her some money to survive along with the family business, god she loved to wish that’s what happened but she was told it so many times she was eventually made to believe it.
(Y/n) leaned back, laying her back against the stage. As she huffed softly she rested her hands under her head looking up at the one busted glass light bulb for the spotlights thinking about how she’d have to fix it, soon dozing off.
“Hello! Wake up! Did you really sleep here?” (Y/n) heard as she felt someone kicking her foot making her sit up and let out a small cry as her back ached with pain from the way she had fallen asleep. As she blinked her eyes a few times she noticed it was Elizabeth. Her best friend since childhood was a girl whose family came to eat here frequently enough for the two of them to become friends.
“Oh no, I just got here. Wanted to take a quick Power nap before our big rush..” (Y/n) mumbled out as let out a small yawn walking to go behind the bar turning the lights on from the control panel and heard the bell above the door ding as a customer walked in. “I hope y’all are open..” the older man’s voice said as he walked over to the bar, (Y/n) and Elizabeth showed the man a smile. “Of course, it’s 5 o'clock somewhere right.” (Y/n) joked as she grabbed a glass and went to pour him a drink.
“Oh I’m not here for that, I’m here with a business offer..” the man stated as he grabbed a card from his pocket and put it on the bar counter. “If you ever want to sell, or need help give my son a call, he’ll take care of ya for the right price sweetheart.” The older man said as he glanced between the girls before turning around and walked away toward the door.
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Hope you enjoyed! Tried to give y’all as much backstory information so you can feel more part of the story and understand the characters role, stay tuned for the rest!
Here is bucky’s backstory!
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(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ RULES ♥ || (っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ Memes&Starters ♥
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Mun is 30 and must be 21+ to interact with. - Super friendly and multi-ship.
Major ship whore for any and all kinds. - You have been warned, be prepared for loads of bugging and plot ideas among many other things from me if we write together and ship.
PLEASE READ THE RULES AND OC SHEETS BEFORE INTERACTING!
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