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In the Blink of an Eye | Bucky Barnes (Mafia AU)

mafia!bucky barnes x f!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: With Bucky Barnes, the mafia lord of New York, as your boyfriend, you're usually safe from any and all harm. With a date night gone wrong and your boyfriend distracted, though, anything can happen in the blink of an eye.

A/N: Another one of my favorites because come on, who doesn't love mob Bucky? If you couldn't tell by now, angst is my thing lol, but I'm working on some fluffier oneshots! True to my word, this one's a reader insert for all you lovelies, enjoy and as always keep dreaming 🤍

Warnings: mafia!Bucky, violence, angst, kidnapping, drugging, language, mentions of torture, fluffy ending because I just can't help myself.

Word Count: 5,896

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I knew the dangers when I started. I knew the risks. I welcomed them, I embraced them. They did not scare me and they haven't even now, so many months later.

We always seem to think we know ourselves so well, that we know what we'd do in every situation. I thought I knew.

Then I fell in love.

When you're in love, well, everything changes. For the first time, there's another person that you cannot live without. For the first time, you begin to realize just how far you'd go to keep that love, to strengthen it. I used to avoid love, used to think it was worthless.

Then I met Bucky Barnes, Wolf of the North and mafia lord of New York, and I fell harder than I ever have before.

I love him more than anything else in my life, and so I took on the risks willingly. When you love someone that deeply, that ardently, nothing is a risk. Besides, I knew that he would do everything in his power to protect me. Bucky would never let anything bad happen to me.

That's where I went wrong. Not in overestimating him, but underrating what can happen in the blink of an eye.

"Bucky, I think that guy's following us"

He acts as though he's heard me, but his eyes are glued to the phone in his hand as we weave through the crowds in the New York night. He never usually ignores me like this, and even though I'm growing annoyed, I'm hurt by his lack of attention too.

"We'll be fine, even if he is he wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything" Bucky brushes off, not even looking up from his phone. I let out a small huff as we approach the front of the bar and nightclub he owns.

Before we make it to the doors, I grab his well-muscled arm and gently tug him to face me. He looks up now, his usually softened ice blue eyes plagued with business and stress.

"I thought tonight was just for us, my love" I remind. Something softens in his gaze but he ices it down and doesn't as much as touch me.

"It is, but I have some business to attend to first" his gravelly voice replies.

"Business?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow and smiling softly at him, "You can get business any night, but I-"

"Just give me ten minutes, Y/N." my boyfriend interrupts, and if it were any other day I'd say something back. Too exhausted from work to want an argument, though, I simply sigh and decide to show him patience.

"Alright, you have 10 minutes."

We walk inside, but before we do I cast one more glance back towards the man who I saw following us. My heart hits the floor when my eyes connect directly with his across the street. His mousy brown hair and disheveled brown leather jacket and white shirt set me on edge, so I quickly turn around and follow Bucky into his club.

As soon as I'm back by his side, he presses a gentle but burning hand to my back, his touch, however small, still intoxicating me after all this time. Normally, he'd lean over and whisper sweet nothings or promises of love in my ear and I'd shiver at the whisper of his voice so near, but now he barely even touches me. His mind is so preoccupied with work, I know that, but it has been all week since this weekend is his rival's gala.

But I feel ignored and unappreciated and it's killing me.

The pounding music of the club wraps around me, making it harder to keep my thoughts straight. Bucky and I walk straight to the back of the club, where his business no doubt waits. He pulls away from me without so much as a goodbye, and my heart tugs. Quickly I grab his hand, making him glance at me.

"Bucky, this guy is really freaking me out," I repeat, and I know he said I'll be fine but I need him to be here with me, "Please, stay with me."

"Doll, you're gonna be fine. Now-"

I cut him off, getting frustrated.

"No Bucky! I can fight, sure, but if he-" I interrupt, only for him to cut me right back off.

"Drop it, Y/N. Just go to the bar or something" Bucky growls, pulling out of my grip and walking into the office without a single glance back at me.

My heart cracks.

He's never like this, ever. He's usually so protective it's overbearing, and yet the one time I need that to feel secure, he refuses. I can take care of myself, but I'm not stupid. And no matter how capable and independent I may be, Bucky brings a level of safety to me that I can't describe.

And yet here he is, leaving me alone in his bar with someone following us.

I huff out a sigh and try not to look too forlorn as I traipse over to the bar. Almost as soon as I've arrived and sat at an open bar stool, the bartender who has become somewhat of a friend over the last few months approaches me.

"And how is my favorite customer?" He asks, his hands busy preparing a drink. I shrug, offering him a soft smile.

"I'm alright, Lee," I respond, playing with the edge of my sleeve, "Just a whiskey please."

"Sure thing, Y/N," Lee says, his brows furrowed as he steps away to make my drink. When the glass slides in front of me, I grab onto it with tired fingers.

"So, do you want me to ask what's really going on or do you want me to believe the lie?" The bartender asks, making me raise my gaze from the amber liquid and to my friend's face. He must see the tears gathering in my eyes because a hint of concern grows. I never break like this.

"Believe the lie, please" I nearly whisper, desperate to not have this conversation right now. Lee stares at me for a second longer before nodding.

"Let me know if you need anything else."

When he walks away to take care of another customer, I'm left feeling alone and forgotten in my boyfriend's bar. I sip on the alcohol and seconds turn to minutes, and ten minutes soon becomes twenty. I feel patience slipping and am seconds away from barging into that room and giving my boyfriend a piece of my mind when another voice pipes up beside me.

"I thought tonight was date night," The voice says, and I can't put a face to it. When I turn, the haze of alcohol clears instantly and my spine snaps straight. The music dulls into a hum. The lights grow darker. The color leeches from my body. My hand trembles around the almost empty glass.

It's him. He's got the same messy hair, the same brown jacket. The same hungry eyes.

Instantly, I clamp down hard on my rising panic. I refuse to fall into hysterics of any kind right now. This is the safest place for me to be right now, so I should have nothing to worry about. Instead, I simply shake my head and turn forward, downing the last of my second whiskey.

"You're another kind of stupid if you think anything is going to happen to me in here," I inform, my tone even and calm despite the throbbing, tearing panic within me that makes me want to sprint for Bucky.

"Oh sweetheart, I'm not going to do anything," the man responds, his tone just as even as mine.

I furrow my brows at the ease of his response, but all at once it hits me. My head begins to spin and with each second that passes, my mind begins to fog. No. No. No.

He drugged me.

How did he get it into my drink?

How did I not see it? Smell it? Taste it?

I shove out of my chair so fast that the stool screeches against the hard floor. The sound is absorbed into the mass of the club, though, and an arm snakes around my waist.

"No," I manage out, but the connection between my body and brain seems to be almost severed. The words come out sluggish and far away and when I try to pull from the stalker's hold, my body barely moves.

Instead, I'm left stumbling like I'm drunk with this man guiding me towards the exit as if he's helping me to a cab. The bouncers. Ed and Damien, they won't let him take me. They'll stop him, they'll get him away from me.

"Don't make a scene, Y/N. Your boyfriend isn't even out of his office." My kidnapper's voice slithers into my ear, making my stomach church with nausea.

My boyfriend. Bucky. Oh God, where is Bucky? Why can't I seem to remember where Bucky went? Why he's not here? Why I was alone?

"Bucky, Bucky's gonna-" I slur out, sounding absolutely wasted to the unknowing ear.

"I know, Mr. Barnes going to be so glad I got you home safely," he says suddenly, his entire body shifting tone. I furrow my brows and manage to look and see us just passing Ed and Damien at the door. Even though I can really see straight, I see the two bouncers block the exit when they see me.

"Hey man, what's going on?" I hear Ed ask.

"Nothing much to see, Boss just wanted me to take his lady home," the stalker says, his grip on me tighter than it must appear, "She had a little too much to drink."

Too much to drink? Did I? Why can't I remember what's happening? I didn't think I did but...but maybe I did. Who is this man? He said he's taking me home, maybe Bucky had to cancel date night. It was date night, right?

Both Ed and Damien furrow their brows and look to me, immediate concern drawing on their features when they see the state of me. Some lucid part of me screams to alert them of something, anything, but the thought doesn't come to fruition. It dies somewhere along a neuron and leaves me tripping over my own feet and speechless.

"I've never seen you before, man. How do we know that boss told you to take her home?" Damien asks. My escort doesn't miss a step.

"The Wolf is in states nowadays, isn't he boys?" The stalker replies, and that lucid part sparks up again in protest at the familiar words. That's the code phrase to ensure safety in moments like this.

He knows the code phrase.

They're going to let him take me.

I do what I can to struggle as Ed and Damien step aside, but it only comes across as trying to walk on my own, because the bouncers chuckle slightly.

"Relax Y/N, don't overdo it" Ed quips.

"Rest up, miss. I'll let boss know you got home safely." Damien follows up.

And the lucid part of me fades into the drug haze as my kidnapper guides me out of the safest place on earth without so much of a gun fight. The cool night air slaps me in the face and I whisper, trying to struggle again only to forget why I'm struggling in the first place. My body feels like I'm running through neck-high mud, anyways. Any sharp movements I try to make end in my hands barely moving.

"Bucky," I breathe, an urgency in that word. Beyond the haze and the forgetfulness and the confusion, there's a deep and piercing need to scream out that name. I can't figure out why, but I need him. I can't...I need...

My head's spinning, or maybe it's the world. My stomach is twisting and turning and twisting and turning and tw-

"He can't save you now. He didn't even put up a fight to protect you," that ugly, slimy voice says as a car door opens, "What a shame. A treasure like you should be guarded. But I guess finder's keeper's."

Then I'm shoved into a car and everything goes black.

||| James Buchanan Barnes

Y/N's going to actually kill me. As in my liver on a plate kill me.

The meeting that I promised would only be ten minutes has now gone for forty, and by now she's probably restless, hungry, and a little tipsy.

Great, and I pissed her off earlier so tonight is going to be so much fun.

I pull a hand through my dark hair with a slight groan as the man I was doing business with finally leaves my office. I sit for a second in the semi-quiet of my room, the pounding of music and laughter dulled by the walls. I know I shouldn't have gotten short with her earlier, but damn she wouldn't let up on me with the whole "stalker" thing.

My club is the safest place for her. I would never let anything happen to her, so for her to even think that...I sigh again, shoving it from my mind. It doesn't matter anymore. All that matters is finding my girlfriend and making all of this shit up to her. I rise from my leather chair and walk out of my office, the dulled sounds roaring into full force.

My eyes immediately shoot towards the bar to find my girl only to see an absence of her. With furrowed brows, I sweep my gaze towards the dance floor. Even crowded with people, I don't see her. I roll my eyes instantly, knowing what probably happened. She probably went home, probably's pissed as hell at me. I brush off my suit jacket and walk up to Lee at the bar, immediately garnering his attention. He smiles at me.

"Hey boss, can I get you anything?" He asks.

"No I'm good, thanks Lee," I respond, leaning on the bar with one arm and pinching the bridge of my nose, "Have you seen Y/N? I think I pissed her off."

There's a pause that makes me look over at my bartender. He's looking at me weirdly as he slides a drink to a customer and laughs slightly.

"Real funny, boss," Lee says, cleaning out a few glasses. I straighten up slightly, my brows furrowing deeper and my jaw setting.

"What's so funny, Lee? Have you seen her or not?" I ask, quickly losing my patience. I always thought he had a thing for her, always was too-

"Are you fucking with me right now?" Lee asks genuinely, cutting off my thoughts. When I don't respond, he realizes I'm not joking and his face goes grave, "So you didn't send her home twenty minutes ago?"

The world tilts around me and every ounce of anger, annoyance, and frustration leaves me in an instant. My heart drops like an anchor at sea and I don't dare to believe what Lee's words mean.

"She left twenty minutes ago," I begin slowly, trying desperately to hold myself together and not jump to a conclusion, "With someone who said I sent them to take her home."

Lee's face is slowly falling as he realizes the situation at hand. I feel so sick to my stomach that I can barely stand when Lee gives a faint nod. My world stops and then starts and then stops again.

"I never gave that order." I breathe.

"Bucky, I think that guy's following us"

I brushed her off.

"Bucky, this guy is really freaking me out. Please, stay with me."

I ignored her. I snapped at her. I prioritized work over the light of my life. I told her she'd be fine.

I left her.

Lee is saying something to me but I don't hear it as I shove away and storm over to Ed and Damien, my bouncers. My face is a painting of fury and shame and worry and panic and it's a storm that catches Ed and Damien's attention. They stop what they're doing and look to me, their brows furrowing.

"Boss, what's-"

"You let her leave?" I strangle out, my heart slamming in my chest and my fists balled by my sides, "You let a stranger take her away?"

The two share a confused glance before looking back to me.

"A stranger? Boss, the man who took Y/N home knew the code," Ed informs.

"Did you not send him?" Damien suddenly asks, his face tightening in instant panic.

He knew the code. He knew the code and he somehow got my doll, my fighter, out without so much of a warning.

And it's all my fault.

"Shut the club down, get everyone out. Call together all of our forces. Tell them-" My voice breaks, raw emotion clawing up my throat, "Tell them Y/N's been taken."

I don't wait for a response and shove out into the cold night, gasping for air like a fish out of water. I was so obsessed with the gala this week that Hydra, our arch nemesis, was putting on, that I stopped paying attention to the only part of my life that matters. I have a lot of things, all of which I could live without, but I cannot live without her.

And I left her.

I left her and now she's gone.

She tried to warn me, she tried to tell me someone was following us. She tried to get me to stay with her, to not leave her. And yet I walked away. I just walked away like she didn't even matter and I left vulnerable and alone the only person in this entire fucking universe I love. It's all my fault, and I'll spend every second of the rest of my life trying to make it up to her.

If I can even find her in time, before she-

No. I will find her and she will live. I will burn down this whole damn world if I have to, and I will not stop. Not until every person who laid a finger on my girl is dead. I will paint the world crimson with their blood until I find her, and once I do I will never, never, ignore or leave her again.

That's not a threat. It's a promise.

||| Your POV

The collar secured to my throat is too tight, the metal no doubt leaving red grooves in my skin.

It hurts worse when Alexander Pierce, the mafia lord of Hydra, tugs the matching chain leash attached to it, pulling me closer to him and almost making me stumble mid-step.

The gala is glamorous, and my gown is nothing short of it as well. Pierce even went through the trouble of having someone do my hair. What he didn't do was my makeup.

That way anyone could see the dried blood and bruises littering my skin.

It's a scare tactic, I know that. A way to signal to everyone here that he's in charge and that he can't be defied. But I think he's got a bigger reason in mind for it all, the collar and the hideous marks on my skin.

And that reason is my boyfriend.

I can practically feel people's eyes follow me as I walk as steadily as I can at the end of Pierce's leash. Despite the radiating, excruciating pain that each step incurs, I keep my body steady and my chin high. I let the policemen and officials that are on his payroll and all of the members of his mafia see my bruises and cuts. He's parading me, so I'm going to put on a damn show.

A show to hide how mind-numbingly terrified I am right now.

Behind my set jaw and my cold eyes, I'm fighting back tears. The pain is mixing with the fear of the last few days to make a perfect storm within me. I'm terrified that any moment could be my last, that more pain could await me, that Bucky might never come for me

Or worse. That he doesn't even care.

Regardless of whether or not he cares, I'm still not going to give a single detail out. Even when Pierce himself tortured me until all I knew was blood and pain and fear, I said nothing. He didn't get a single word out of me. I just sat there, strapped to an iron chair, and took it. Every blow, every slice, every shout. At times my mind spared me and allowed me to slip into the sweet nothingness of unconsciousness, but it wouldn't be long after that I awoke to my head shoved into cold water to revive me.

And here I am, now taking a seat at the Dias of his gala room beside the mafia lord of Hydra, my boyfriend's sworn rival, with a collar around my neck tied to his wrist.

The music that wafts from the live orchestra is disturbingly jovial and light, filling the air with a sense of peace that provides such a stark juxtaposition to my insides that I almost puke. I sit ever so stiffly in my chair beside Pierce, my back burning with each movement because of the new stripes across its tender flesh.

As I feel warm liquid slide down my skin, I suddenly understand why Pierce insisted my dress be a dark maroon. I thought it was as at first just a beacon to everyone to show who I was with because it was his signature color, but I know better now. It's to hide the blood that seeps from my still-healing and probably infected wounds.

"Exquisite, isn't it?" Pierce asks, and I don't even have to turn towards him to know he wears a devilish smirk. A cruel man's trademark of victory.

I stay silent.

I hear him click his tongue as he sits back in his ornate chair, "All this quality time together and all I've heard from your voice has been your screams. No matter how pretty they are, doesn't seem polite to me."

This time, I can't hold myself back.

"Neither is kidnapping another human being and treating them like a prisoner of war," I announce, my voice raw and hoarse from the screaming and shouting of the past few days, "So pardon me if I'm not feeling too polite."

It's a bold move, but I make it anyways, gambling that he wouldn't lash out in the midst of his party. A little breath of relief escapes me when he chuckles.

"And here I was under the impression you were a sweet, soft-spoken sort of woman. My sources misjudged you." Pierce responds.

Of course he's been watching me. A scheme like this doesn't happen overnight. He's been planning this for a while, now. Pierce knew exactly when Bucky would be most vulnerable, when the defenses would be the loosest. It makes me want to scream.

"You're going to die for this," I whisper, quietly but not softly. There's his laugh again.

"Oh honey," Pierce starts, his voice condescending as if I were a toddler, "Careful with blind faith. What makes you so sure Barnes will make it out of this alive?"

His words unsettle something so deep within me that if I spend more than a few seconds touching on it, I'll shatter. Instead, I turn to look at Alexander Pierce for the first time since we've sat down. My eyes are cold and harsh upon him and the shining metal of the collar that tethers us.

"What makes you so sure it will be Bucky who kills you?"

He has the good sense to look the slightest bit unnerved, and I give him a smirk of my own, "Like you said before, your men sorely misjudged me."

Before he can respond, one of the guards that stands behind us steps forward and whispers something in the mafia lord's ear. Whatever he says makes Pierce grin fiercely as he looks back to me and gives the collar a tug.

"Your White Wolf is here."

My heart jumps so hard that I forget how to function. For a moment, everything else fades and dims away, even the biting pain wrapping me like a blanket of thorns. I snap my head back forward and when I see him I swear I almost break right then and there.

Because his eyes are already on me, and they're coated with fury.

It takes every ounce of strength I have to not dissolve into tears, to not let my fear show.

He's here.

Bucky found me.

When our eyes meet, something so primal and raw ignites in his features. He looks seconds away from shattering as his chest heaves, his eyes scouring every inch of me. I feel undone before him, as if the dress doesn't hide a single thing that Pierce and his men have done to me.

"James Barnes," Pierce announces, snapping the connection between us swiftly, "I thought you'd never come. I hope you don't mind, I think I've stolen your date for the evening."

Then he wraps his palm around the chain leash and yanks it so hard that I nearly tumble out of the chair. His hand is there to stop me as it grabs my jaw in a bruising grip. Pierce hums, turning my face side to side before forcing it forward to the crowd that now watches. Bucky is painted with dark rage and looks seconds away from ending Pierce's life.

"She makes quite the pretty pet."

Bucky begins to storm forward only for two of the guests who belong to Pierce's mafia to grip onto his arms and prevent him.

"Take your fucking hand off of her, Pierce, or I swear I'll-" Bucky growls, and hearing his voice is enough to ease some of the knot that's wound in my chest these last few days.

"You'll what?" Alexander asks, releasing my chin but remaining ever so calmly in his seat beside me, "You must not care that much for my pet, after all you were the one to ignore her."

There's a bone-crushing silence and I see that same something shatter in my love's gaze.

"You shoved her off, you left her alone," Alexander cuts out, reaching out and running a hand through my hair, "You so carelessly let her slip through your fingers and here you are pretending to care."

"What I did was unforgivable, I know that," Bucky says suddenly, and I see even from here the silver lining his eyes as he speaks, "But she is a good person. She doesn't deserve this. If you need to punish someone, don't let it be her."

"You don't deserve her," Pierce says, and I want to scream that he's wrong but Bucky cuts me off. His eyes clash with mine and I fall in love all over again.

"I know," he says so softly that I almost miss it. I try to shake my head 'no', but Pierce tightens the collar, making me whimper.

Bucky shoves off the two men holding him, composing himself and standing stiffly a good ways before us.

"Let her go, Pierce," Bucky reiterates, his tone harsh once more and his stare pure murder, "I won't ask again."

Pierce clicks his tongue beside me, letting up on my leash to let me relax slightly.

"Oh Barnes, did you really waltz in here thinking you'd walk back out?"

There's a deadly silence and I swear you can hear my heart smash into the floor even though I expected this. With every second between his last words and his next, I grow more panicked.

"I have you surrounded, Barnes. You're not getting out of this," Pierce announces. Bucky doesn't look the least bit unnerved, though.

Pierce reaches you to an ear piece I didn't know was there and touches it, "Guns at attention."

From my spot next to him, all I hear is static. There's no response coming back, and the confusion becomes evident on Alexander's face at the same moment I realize what's going on. Hope like a new sunrise breaks in me and I look over at Bucky to find him smirking. He winks at me once before furrowing his brows at Pierce.

"What's wrong, can't reach your men?" Bucky taunts.

And then all Hell breaks loose.

Guns are firing and people are screaming and within seconds, Bucky's mafia that's already infiltrated the gala hall appears from the woodwork, their guns raised and keeping the few mafia members left under gun point. Bucky just stands coolly in the midst as another deadly silence blankets the room. I can practically feel the rage draining off of Alexander.

"Get him!" Pierce suddenly shouts, and what few men are left charge at Bucky. Including the personal guards around us. The gunfire begins again, and the classy event is soon painted crimson.

I take the brief moment of chaos to my advantage and shoot up from my seat. As soon as Pierce registers that I'm moving, it's too late. Despite the screaming of my body, I sprint behind Pierce's chair and brace one heeled foot at its back. Then, before he can reach for a gun, I wrap the leash he's collared me with around his neck and pull back, strangling him with the own device he subjected me under.

His hands claw desperately at the chain and I feel my exhausted muscles trembling, but I refuse to let up. I keep holding the chain tighter and snap my gaze up in Bucky's direction just in time to see him shoot a guard between the eyes.

"Bucky!" I shout, gaining his attention instantly.

I know I can't hold Pierce off much longer, so Bucky will need to help me take him down while I've got him strangled to the chair. The metal is cutting deep into his skin when Bucky begins fighting desperately to reach us. Before he can, though, Pierce gets a purchase on the chain and yanks with such force that it sends my body flying over him and the chair. I land flat on my back so hard on the tile that the air rushes out of my lungs and every cut and tear rips open.

"Y/N!" Bucky roars, and it rattles my very bones

I gasp and groan in pain simultaneously, desperately trying to get air into my lungs. The second I can breathe again, Pierce is dragging me backwards by the chain.

"No!" I shout, reaching up and gripping the chain before yanking it.

We tug back and forth as he drags me, but I manage to hook my foot around one of the overturned chairs and use the leverage to yank the chain so hard that I hear a snap followed by a shrill yell.

I just broke his wrist.

When I pull again, the chain comes free and a weight lifts from my shoulders. I scramble to my feet, about to sprint away and towards where I last saw Bucky when Pierce's hands grip my shoulders and rip me back. I don't even have time to scream when my back is slammed into a hard wall and Pierce is before me, a knife in his unmangled hand that's pressed to my cheek.

"You little bitch" he seethes.

My chest is heaving with breath and panic as I read back and spit in his face as hard as I can. He recoils slightly and I relish in it. My happiness only lasts a second, though, because his knife is pressing into my cheek. I try to squirm but his body is pressed firmly to mine and pins me to the wall.

"I so didn't want to end you this quickly," Pierce whispers, his voice slithering against my skin.

I keep trying to be strong, to be so strong, but it's getting harder to keep up. I try to not show my fear, but it's getting harder and harder to hide. I feel myself finally breaking after the hell that these last few days have been and just when I think he's going to end it all, he's gone. In a moment, he's off of me and unconscious on the ground.

And Bucky is standing before me, his chest heaving and his eyes wild.

"Bucky," I breathe, already feeling my strength slip away.

I don't have to be strong anymore.

Bucky drops the gun he just rendered Pierce unconscious with, every inch of his face softening upon my bloody, trembling form. He looks a minute away from crying when I stumble forward and crash into him, letting myself break down in his arms that already wrap around my waist and keep me upright. He keeps me so tight to himself that there is no room between us. I bury my face into his neck and let out a sob, my tears mixing with the blood on his suit. I can't tell which of us is shaking harder, but all I can tell is the warmth and security that Bucky's hands bring me.

"Oh doll," Bucky whispers, sending a shiver down my spine, "You're alive. You're alive."

I mumble some sort of affirmation, but I can barely think straight.

"I'm so sorry, doll. I'm so sorry." Bucky repeats it over and over again, "God, Y/N I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, Buck. It's alright," I whisper, but he keeps shaking his head. He pulls back far enough to meet my gaze.

"I've been shitty to you. I should've listened to you, I should never have left you. I am never leaving you again."

"It's okay, I forgive you," I repeat, brushing a bloody hand against his jaw, "Of course it's gonna cost you at least four new pairs of shoes."

At my joke, a laugh of pure relief to have me back in hands escapes his lips. I chuckle softly too, taking in every inch of his breathtaking face. A tear drops down his cheek and he leans his forehead against mine.

"I love you so much, I love you more than life." he breathes.

"I love you too. That's all that kept me breathing, loving you,"I respond, and his lips are on mine in an instant.

Even though it's only been a few days, kissing him feels like I've been in a drought and he's my water. The kiss is desperate and pleading and consuming. It steals whatever strength is left in my knees and I link my arms around his neck to support myself. When he finally pulls away, he leaves a trail of kisses to my nose and then my forehead before tugging me to himself again.

"I'm going to tear him apart for this," Bucky vows, and I know it shouldn't but I still let out a breath of relief at that.

"Is that why he's not dead yet?" I ask, chuckling softly. He does the same, kissing the top of my head.

"That's exactly why," Bucky agrees, pulling back and rubbing a finger along my cheek. He becomes serious again and I feel my heart flutter.

"When I found out you were gone, I lost myself." He says, his throat bobbing as he Cho's my face with his large hands, "Y/N, there is no me without you"

I turn to kiss his hand before leaning into it more.

"I'll always find my way back to you. You're all I have, James"

Another tear works down his cheek before he finally steps to the side. The gala is trashed, but the gunfire is over. Apparently, his men were here hours before anyone else got here. I feel my strength abandoning me, so I lean my weight onto Bucky. He feels this and immediately scoops me into his arms, holding me close to his chest.

"I'm going to kiss every one of these scars when we get back" His voice rumbles, and I smile as I lean my head further into him.

"Let's go home, my love"

And he held up his promise. He never left me again.

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blindalleycomic · 1 month

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The third year of Blind Alley has begun! However, it’s currently only being posted over on my patreon. If you’d like to read it three times a week, as well as a few weeks ahead of the public feed, feel free to subscribe! If not, fear not - the public feed will resume being updated on April 1st (no foolin’)!

The patreon gives me the luxury of being able to prioritize Blind Alley and projects of its ilk. I have a lot of silly side stories I’d love to tell but my main desire is to take this strip daily for a bit once I hit a certain amount of patreon-income per month. Let’s just say I’d love to be able to cover my rent through my patreon and that this goal, surprisingly, feels achievable. In this economy it feels ridiculous to ask for money for something as frivilous as a comic strip but…if you like my work, your $2 a month goes a longway! I’m extremely grateful that anyone reads this strip, let alone is willing to toss some coins occasionally my way.

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your villainous voidbeast husband has some explaining to do

General Plot: Valerian explains to you why you shouldn't hate him

Word Count: 1k

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W: sfw monster fluff

Your feet flew under you as you ran through the castle. You didn’t really know where you were going, your eyes blurred with tears. He’d lied to you! He told you that you were the only one for him! How could he?!

You hated that he was so big and strong, you just wanted to slap his stupid, handsome face. You hoped Minerva was tearing him to pieces right now! Finally finding a little balcony that seemed out of the way, you slipped out onto it only to collapse into tears.

He’d brought you all the way here alone when he already had another woman all along and lied to you! He was horrible!

Curling your knees up to your chest you sobbed in a ball in the cool air. Oddly you didn’t hear Valerian’s footsteps before he appeared. He looked down at you, but you didn’t acknowledge him, just shivering and sobbing.

There was a loud sigh and a thunk and Valerian sat on the opposite side of the balcony as you looking contrite.

“I fucked up,” he admitted.

You sniffled and looked up at him.

“You think?” you asked, your voice shaking with anger and sadness, “you lied to me. You brought me here and promised you would never leave me alone and you lied to me. You acted like you didn’t know her!”

He squeezed his two top eyes closed and rubbed them.

“I…I don’t have a good excuse,” he said, “I was so desperate to steal you, I enlisted Minerva’s help. Time travel magic is not something I’m good at, but she is. I can go back and forth, but I couldn’t bring you with me without magic. I don’t love her. I don’t have any affection for her at all. She’s completely correct. I used her.

I spent all my time with her. I made her feel special and then the minute she showed me how to get you I disappeared on her and never came back. I wouldn’t really care, but it’s hurting you…and that…breaks me.”

He paused for a moment.

“If you wanted to go back now…I would send you, but I’m afraid I’d mess it up without Minerva’s help,” he said.

You looked up at him and frowned.

“You would give me up? Have her send me back?” you pouted fresh tears pouring down your cheeks.

He grimaced and shook his head.

“No, maybe…I-I don’t know,” he grumbled, “seeing you unhappy with me…it makes me feel some kind of way, like I want to do anything to see you smile and I don’t deserve you, but at the same time…I don’t actually know that I can let you go. I would probably just end up stalking you like I did before. I love you, (Y/N) and I can’t live without you. I’m not sure what to do.”

You sniffled.

“Stop tricking innocent women,” you snapped.

“I promise you I didn’t trick you, (Y/N). I left some information out, but I didn’t do anything uncouth with her. I gave her a lot of attention, yes, but I never touched her or promised her anything. I was very upfront that I was looking for you when I asked for her help. This idea that I love her is all something she built up in her head. She doesn’t take you seriously because you are human.”

You wiped your nose on the back of your hand and he slid across the balcony taking it.

“Everything I said to you is exactly how I feel,” he assured you, “you are my star and I never lied about any of that. You are my whole universe. There are other void entities out there, but I don’t want them. I want forever with you.”

He held your hand against his cheek, folding himself down to chase your warmth.

“When I said I my world didn’t start before you. It was true. I was a brainless monster before you appeared. I consumed solar systems without thinking of the inhabitants. I destroyed stars because it amused me. I was a god on a number of planets where I squashed people like bugs for no reason at all.”

“Then all that changed when I felt your soul. It was this beautiful melody that pulled me across the universe. Suddenly space and time had meaning and presence. There was this precious, beautiful thing in it that needed to be loved and protected where there had been just trash before.”

You looked up to see sparkling tears streaking down his face.

“I meant what I said,” he said, “I’ll do anything, just tell me what to do. I’ll give you whatever you want, kill whoever you want, take you wherever you want to go. Please, just…don’t leave me alone…”

He let out a deep sob. You frowned at him and drew your brow, but your tears had slowed.

“You are a very bad voidbeast,” you announced, “and you will have to be punished.”

His eyebrows went up and he sat straight, a little confused. You were very small to be divvying out punishments.

“You’re going to have to tell me you love me at least 15 times a day from now on and…shower in socks for a month, no…a year…no, that’s too long…three months! AND we’re going to figure out a way to clear this up with Minerva so she stops sending people after me. I’m tired of being kidnapped.”

He growled and clenched his fist.

“I’m going to kill her,” he hissed, his eyes red with his thirst for vengeance.

“No, you are not,” you snapped, “you probably owe her an apology…unless she keeps this up, then you can only do so much…”

You had to concede that point, she was a frightening monster and you didn’t want to die because of her jealousy.

He pulled you into his lap and squeezed you tight, breathing in the scent of your hair.

“I promise I’ll tell you everything from now on,” he said into your forehead, “I never want you to feel blindsided again. You gave me away. That was horrible.”

You huffed in his lap, playing with a few pieces of his glowing hair and wiping what remained of the tears on your face away.

“You can start with your punishment right now,” you snipped.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said into your hair, “I love you. I love you. I love you-”

You laughed.

“Ok, that’s enough for now,” you said, “you can do some more later.”

You tipped his head down to you and brushed his cheek, frowning.

"You're bleeding," you said.

"It doesn't matter."

You pulled out of his lap, taking his hand.

"Come on, let's go inside."

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highreevess · 2 years

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Omg no because I need part 3 now! I need this fucker to beg for forgiveness. Angst angst and more angst!

As you wish.

Keeping Her: Part three

Part one

Part two

Warnings: Fighting.

Summary: It's been two months since the reader found out about Rafe's betrayal. Two months since her heart was shattered into pieces. And two months since she has spoken to the man she gave her heart to. For two weeks, she spent her time crying and breaking down at just the thought of Rafe, but she had to get out of her bed. She forced herself to pack and take a flight to Connecticut. A month and a half after she gets to her new home, she finally starts to find herself again. Until Rafe comes knocking.

Word count: 2,255

"You doing okay?" my friend and roommate asks me, knocking on my bathroom door. I go to tell her not to come in and that I'm fine, but all I manage to do is throw up more of my breakfast into the toilet I'm hunched over.

I hear the door creak as it opens, and I try to tell Ada not to come in, but it's no use. I just throw up more.

"Oh, shit," she says, pity lacing her words. She kneels behind me and pulls my hair back, holding it out of my face. She also begins to rub gentle circles into my back as I throw up.

Eventually, I stop throwing up, and I flush the toilet, but I continue leaning over it as I catch my breath.

"You okay?" Ada asks, and a breath of amusement passes my lips. "Morning sickness sucks," I tell her, moving to stand up.

"I can see that," she says, and I can hear the pity etching her voice.

I hate that she pities me. She doesn't even know about what Rafe did. She just knows that I'm pregnant and the father isn't around. And she pities me because of it.

But she's been a big help since the pregnancy symptoms started. She's been taking me to my o.b appointments, going to Walmart at midnight when I need medicine or vitamins, and has helped me a lot with school. I only told her a month ago, and already, she's been the biggest help.

So I can't really be mad at her for pitying me when she's the one helping me out.

"Thanks," I tell her, moving over to the sink. I grab my toothbrush and put some toothpaste on it before shoving it into my mouth.

"Do you need anything? Something to eat maybe?" she asks, and I quickly shake my head. I haven't eaten in days; just the thought of food makes me want to throw up.

When I finish brushing my teeth, I rinse my mouth and look at Ada through the mirror. "I don't think I can go to class today. Can you tell my professors when you go?" I ask, and she nods. "Of course."

"Thanks," I say, turning around so I can walk out of the bathroom. I make my way into my bedroom and crawl into bed.

"I'll see you later," Ada says, smiling at me. I smile back and nod before pulling the covers over my body.

And by the time the front door closes, I'm already drifting off to sleep.

A crash breaks me out of my sleep, and I jolt up, my heart racing. "Ada?" I ask, not very loudly.

When I don't get an answer, I look at the clock on my nightstand. A little past two.

Ada doesn't finish her last class until three...

Swallowing, I get out of bed and grab the lamp on my nightstand. I would grab a knife, but they are all in the kitchen.

I inhale a small breath of air before slowly walking over to my bedroom door. I wrap my fingers around the doorknob before slowly twisting it, trying to be as quiet as possible.

I quietly open my door, and what I see when I open it all the way causes me to drop the lamp to the floor.

Rafe stands five feet away from me, cleaning up the ceramic flower pot pieces on the floor that no doubt crashed earlier and woke me up. Around him are hundreds of flower pots filled with gardenias, covering nearly every surface of my apartment. And what surfaces aren't covered by the white flowers are covered by dozens of red roses. My favorites.

Rafe's head snaps in my direction, and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows.

For a long while, we stay like this; standing in complete silence, unmoving as we watch each other with pain on our faces and tears in our eyes that we refuse to let fall.

After what seems like hours, I swallow and intake a quiet breath in order to stop my voice from cracking when I ask, "how did you find me?" I don't live in a dorm with a directory; I live in an apartment that doesn't give out resident information to random people who come asking.

"I talked to Moyra," he answers, referring to my best friend from OBX, who also doesn't know about what happened between Rafe and I.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key. "And I found the key in the planter outside two hours ago."

The fact that he flew all the way out here and spent God knows how much on all of these flowers makes tears well up in my eyes, but I force them back.

"Why are you here?" I croak, trying to sound strong.

His head tilts, and his expression of confidence wavers. "Do you really have to ask me that?"

The pain etching his words almost makes me falter. I want so badly to fall to my knees and cry, but I refuse to do so. He doesn't deserve my tears.

"So what? You come here with some flowers and think that I'm going to forget everything you did to me? Forget that you tried to trap me with a child? Forget that even after I told you I loved you, you still lied to me?" I ask.

He swallows, his throat no doubt thick with guilt. "I'm sorry." His words come out as an exhausted whisper, and I can hear the agony in them.

But still, I refuse to back down.

"And you think flowers are going to make me believe that?" I ask, my voice cracking. "I was in love with you, and you broke my heart. You tried to ruin the life I planned since I was in the fifth grade because you wouldn't trust me. So please, tell me how you expect me to forgive you after everything you have done. Please, tell me how you expect me to even look at you without feeling sick." Sobs rise in my throat, but I refuse to let them out.

"Just let me explain why," he pleads, his voice a cracked whisper as if he were holding back tears.

"Why should I do that? I don't owe you anything."

"I know," he tells me, swallowing. "You owe me nothing, and I owe you everything. And I owe you this explanation." His voice is pleading—begging—and it pulls my heart in all the right places.

So, I let out a defeated sigh. "Fine."

The relief that washes over his features is potent.

He lets out a relieved sigh before glancing at the couch. "You should sit. It's not good for you to stand too much." He gestures to my stomach.

"I'll stand."

He doesn't push. Instead, he takes a seat on the couch and rests his elbows on his knees. "Do you remember when you cleaned me up after that one fight? The one where I nearly killed someone?" he asks, meeting my gaze.

I nod. That was the fight about two years ago. When some guy grabbed me at a party, Rafe beat him so badly, he nearly killed him. The guy was in a coma for nearly a month before he was finally strong enough to recover without needing to be in a medically induced coma.

"Do you remember when you made me promise to never do that again? Do you remember how even though you hated me getting into fights, you couldn't bring yourself to be mad at me that night?" he asks, and I nod, the memories of that night causing the ache in my heart to intensify.

"I stopped," he tells me, recalling how he never got into a fight like that again after that night. "I stopped doing the drugs, I stopped getting drunk, I stopped going to Barry and dealing for him, I stopped fighting; I stopped everything that made you disappointed in me because I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. You were there for me ever since I was a kid, and I knew that if I lost you, I wouldn't survive it. I've been in love with you ever since I was sixteen, Y/N. You are everything."

His words make my heart bleed, and the agony that laces them makes me want to forgive him for everything he has done, but I know I can't. Not right now. The ache of betrayal is still fresh in my heart. It's an ugly, bleeding wound that has yet to heal, and he's the one that caused it.

"So why didn't you tell me?" I ask him, my voice cracking despite all my efforts to sound strong. "Why didn't you tell me you didn't want me to leave instead of doing this?"

"I thought you would have said no and left anyway," he answers truthfully.

"No, that was before I told you I loved you. I'm talking about after. You heard me say that I loved you, and you still lied to me. You still refused to tell me what you did, even when I might have had time to take a plan B before conception happened. You still made sure that I was pregnant even after I told you I was in love with you." There are tears falling from my eyes, but I can't bring myself to stop them.

"I gave my heart to you, even after everything I went through in my life that made me terrified of falling in love, and I trusted you with everything. And you still wouldn't trust me. You still betrayed me." I have to pause for a few seconds in order to keep my voice as strong as possible.

When I eventually do regain my composure enough to stop my voice from cracking, I just ask, "why? Why didn't you tell me after I told you I loved you? I would have understood." And I would have. I would've been pissed—of course—but I wouldn't be as hurt if he had told me sooner, even if he had told me past the time I would have needed to take a plan B.

He doesn't tell me why, most likely because his reason is what he said just a moment ago, and he knows that's not an adequate reason. He knows it's not a justification for his actions.

"I'm sorry," he whispers again.

"I know. I believe you," I tell him. I can hear the agony and guilt in his words. I can see the darkness under his eyes and the paleness of his skin that was no doubt caused by his guilt for what he's done.

"But how am I supposed to forgive you for what you've done? How am I supposed to trust that you won't hurt me again?" I know that he's sorry for what he's done, but I have no idea how I'm supposed to trust him again.

"Give me a chance to prove to you that I won't hurt you again," he requests. "I've spent over a month knowing what it's like to live without you, and I'm already barely hanging on. I'll never do anything to fuck up what we had. And I will do anything to prove it to you, Y/N. Please, just give me one chance."

My bottom lip quivers at his words because they pour salt on the open wound he left, even though he's trying to make up for it. "You will never know how much you hurt me." My words come out as a mix of a whimper and a whisper, and it makes him swallow in guilt.

He gives me a once-over before slowly taking a step toward me. When I don't move to step back, he takes another step forward, and another until he's standing just a few inches away from me. "I'm so sorry, baby."

A tear slips free as I look into his beautiful blue eyes, and he raises his hand, swiping his thumb over my cheek.

Then, he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me into his chest.

And I don't even fight.

I sink into his warmth and lean against him as if it's the last time I'm going to feel him. His warmth is intoxicating, and even though it hurts to be this close to him, it feels right.

Though Rafe has left me with ugly, bleeding wounds that have yet to heal, he is also the only thing that can mask the pain. His touch is an anesthetic, numbing me from the pain he has caused me with his betrayal, and I am nothing if not an addict.

I feel Rafe place a kiss on top of my head. "I love you, Y/N. And I'll spend the rest of my life making up for what I did to you."

A/N: Should I do another part or leave it like this?

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