It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Their story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, they had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where they finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. His problems have now become an issue in the present, threatening to throw his marriage into an emotional ringer. As the problems surface, they threaten to destroy everything him and Y/N had both worked so hard for. He wants to fix everything heâs felt was always broken, he wants to yell, be selfish, forgive, hate without remorse, and love deeply. He wants his voice heard.
SteveÂ
He was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. You had been different, and he still doesnât see where it was that he went wrong and he refused to believe that it had all been in his head, each time. Steve sometimes wishes that you and Bucky hadnât been caught up in your own bubble, and maybe you would be able to see everything that had actually happened. Maybe you would see what passed you by and you didnât even notice. This time heâs more aware, and heâs more determined. Between helping his best friend, you, Nat, and his best friendâs now ex wife, he tries to find his place and maybe fix others.
AshlynÂ
Itâs been seven years since she cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him. Only they know their story. You didnât know everything. Ashlyn knows what she did was wrong, and she knows thereâs no coming back from it and there is not undoing what she did. Aside from it all, she canât seem to let go of what she and Bucky had and she canât stop wanting to explain everything, and she wants to be given just one chance of being heard. Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of envy over Bucky and strength gained from her self help. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But âshouldâ is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.
WARNING:
This story will contain sex; oral, m/f penetration, anal sex, dry sex, rough sex, shower sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, porn watching, and soft sex. Very strong language, strong adult content, use of drugs/alcohol, sensitive topics like marriage trouble, illnesses (both terminal and mental), one incident of almost non-con, college frat parties shenanigans, and emotional angst.Â
Story will take place TWO years after Bucky and Y/N got married but will also do flashbacks to the same time line as Take It Back 1 and their college years.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader *Ashlyn, Nat, and Steveâs story will also continue in this. Will not include those pairings here to not spoil.
Rating: Rated R. 18+ ONLY. đ no minors.
Those of you who know my work know what youâre in for. New readers, welcome to my chaos.
Their story is expanding.
Coming soon. Date TBA.
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This is Book 2 of the Take It Back SERIES. Must read Book 1 first. This is not a stand alone.
EVERYONE! Get on the ground floor of this story. This is a sequel to another story called Take it back which is also another AMAZING read. Please shoe @allandoflimbo some love
The difference between one direction fanfics from 2013 and BTS fanfics now is that there are barely any about y/n being a fan. I miss it. It was spicy and delulu. My kind of fanfic.
Sorry to bother you, but i was just curious to if there was going to be a part six to "Strawberry & Tape"? No pressure or anything btw, I just love the series and was curious! đ
Hey! Thank you for reading ⥠I donât want to give false hope or disappoint but since I got a new pc I donât have any of my old files this is also part of why I havenât finished any series. Itâs hard to find the motivation to re-write chapters.
Asking if you're okay? Haven't seen you on in quite a while!
Hello! Iâve been busy with my job unfortunately. And recently I havenât been motivated to write anything. Iâve been going out with friends and doing more things offline honestly which is a huge improvement for my mental health. I have been reading a bit here and there but not much. Iâm sorry I havenât given an update but if I do decide to write again, donât wait on it.
Am I the only one that when I learn a new thing I have to know exactly why it is the way it is. Teachers telling me to just accept something makes me mad and quite honestly furious. I have to know exactly why we have certain rules in math or why certain words are categorized the way they are
I canât just accept it. I have to know exactly, precisely, absolutely, entirely why.
Summary: Bucky Barnes has the town in his hands and a lot of blood. All you have is a cafe your mother left you after her passing. But as Buckyâs attention moves to you, do you have the strength to pay revenge for his wrongdoings? Does your push into the dark paradise end in love or blood?
Warnings: mention of suicide, possessiveness, violence This is dark bucky! please donât read if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics mentioned above! Â
A/N:Â I know this is a little short but believe me itâs worth it. The next part will be the last and I cannot wait to show you how it ends! Please donât read if you are under 18!Â
Dividers by @whimsicalrogersâ
âCause if we donât leave this town
We might never make it out
I was not born to drown
Baby come onÂ
Summary: Bucky Barnes has the town in his hands and a lot of blood. All you have is a cafe your mother left you after her passing. But as Buckyâs attention moves to you, do you have the strength to pay revenge for his wrongdoings? Does your push into the dark paradise end in love or blood?
Warnings: mention of suicide, possessiveness, violence This is dark bucky! please donât read if you are uncomfortable with any of the topics mentioned above! Â
A/N:Â I know this is a little short but believe me itâs worth it. The next part will be the last and I cannot wait to show you how it ends! Please donât read if you are under 18!Â
Dividers by @whimsicalrogersâ
'Cause if we don't leave this town
We might never make it out
I was not born to drown
Baby come onÂ
It was early when you woke. Eyes opening heavily, focused on the window. You sensed the emptiness beside you, but fear still struck, soaring through your veins. You rolled onto your back, head slowly turning to find Bucky gone from beside you. But you knew he was just there mere minutes ago, his perfume lingering on the sheets, swirling in the air.Â
You dressed yourself, washed your face and walked out of the room. The dining room looked like a distant nightmare to you, but this time the chairs were empty; except for one: Buckyâs. He sat with his arm resting on the table, shovelling food into his mouth. The floor beneath you creaked as you stepped further into the room, a betrayal from the house with love. Buckyâs head rose, gaze roaming over your body.
You sat opposite him, afraid to move too fast. Buckyâs eyes met yours briefly before travelling down your arm to your hand laying atop the wood. A smile creeping onto his face at the sight of the diamond adorning your finger. His proud prize, his bride to be.
You ate in silence with the eyes of Bucky following your every move, the plate clearing of food painfully slow. Once you finished, you rose from your seat trying to find the words but as your eyes met his, every single word youâve ever known escaped, fled from your head. Buckyâs eyebrows raised at your silence, arms resting beside the plate. âEverything alright, darling?â He asked curiously, but you caught the sarcasm.
You nodded, opening your mouth. âIâm going into work today.â Your mouth tasted like cardboard. âDarling.â
Buckyâs eyes lit up, a flash of silver in his iris. âGood for you. Itâs important to be busy. You might want to look for someone to take over the cafe though. Better start looking now before itâs too late.â
Your breath caught itself in your throat. âWhy?â You squeaked out.
âBecause once we have children you wonât be able to take care of a business. I need you here full time. Take care of my offspring and the house, then it will be your responsibility.âÂ
The thought alone frightened you. This house wasnât a home, its wasnât a place for children to grow up and you knew that no one should grow up having Bucky as a father. A man so wicked and demonic it was impossible to imagine him running around town with a baby in his arms. The possibility of him killing the child was too high and him strangling you in your sleep was way too possible.
You started to see the cafe with your motherâs eyes. The first glance, shiny and cute, fading with every blink. The paint chipping at the corners, chairs crooked and the smell of your mothers dead body in the back slowly making itâs way through the vents.Â
You got everything ready for opening, but your mind was anxious about Mrs Wilsonâs arrival, eyes jumping to the door in hopes to see her walking up the stairs, but she wasnât there. Hours and hours went by and no sight of her. The possibility of an escape became slippy, flowing through your dry hands.Â
You stared out of the window, lips parted and chapped. Your breath the only prove that youâre alive, the rising and falling of your chest, shaky but there. The beating of your heart confirming the life inside you, but the rest of your body was still, limb. Outside the sun was shining, rays of sunlight flowing through the trees, passing branches on the way down to the ground.Â
The sound of the clock brought you back to life. Time. You looked over at it, hope further slipping between your fingers. It was time to clean up. Like you were in trance you started your routine but movement from the corner of your right eye surprised you.Â
And there she was. Mrs Wilson climbed the stairs to the door and as the bell rang she stepped inside dressed in blue. Her eyes met yours and her face lit up. âY/n, good to see you.â She stood in front of you. âSorry for being so late I was held up by Stephen at the post office he- are you alright?â
You shook your head slightly to focus. Her eyes staring into yours with worry. âI- yes Iâm fine. Just worried you wouldnât come thatâs it.â
âYou look sick.â
You wiped your forehead, the back of your hand coating in sweat. âI just want to know that your plan is going to work.â
Mrs Wilson reached over the counter to place her hand on your shoulder. âSadly I canât promise anything, but itâs worth a try. The plan is safe as long as it stays between us.â Her lips curled to a reassuring smile but worry still found itâs way into your blood, flowing through my arms and down my legs. âSo you agree to it? Youâll be there?â
You simply nodded your head.Â
âAlright. On Saturday you are going to work just like you did today, at one fourty-five youâll leave but make sure you keep everything as it is. That means lights on, food still on display. You have to take Elsberg street instead of Köpenick street, itâs that weirs smelling ally to the right.Youâll come out to the back of Magnolia Flowers and thatâs where heâll meet you.â
âDoes he know that Iâm escaping?â
âNo, he just thinks heâs giving you a ride to the city to visit family. Once youâre in the city though, my friend Ally will take you in, she owns a pet store in the east and will take you there.â
You swallow thickly. This plan required you to leave not only Dawn, but also move to the other side of the country.Â
You started cleaning up as soon as Mrs Wilson left and a sense of hope lit within you, a light sparking in you heart. You turned off the lights in the back and heard the bell chimed gain thinking it was Mrs Wilson gain you walked to the front, but instead of her it was Bucky standing in the middle of the cafe.Â
He stood there with flowers in his hands and as you approached him you thought the light within you would die, but it didnât. It kept on burning.
âCome one, darling.â Bucky handed you the flowers and gestured for you to leave. While you walked towards his bike, Buckyâs demeanour frightened you. What if he heard you and Mrs Wilson talk? As if the walls turned to linnen, thin enough to hear the words of betrayal in his ears.Â
Your couldnât read his face as you sat behind him on his bike, flowers in one hand and the other holding on to his body for dear life. The houses passed you with speed, wind blowing beneath the helmet and all seemed so easy. You had no idea where Bucky was going but you didnât care about that either. Tomorrow was coming and with the sun lowering behind Dawn you were reassured it was.Â
The calm of knowing that you will be gone from here.Â
Bucky came to a stop and you looked at the destination ahead of you. A small bar with motorcycles standing all around it. The neon sign flickering with every letter. With the flowers in hand you walked behind Bucky into the gloomy atmosphere, a change of scenery from the dull environment you were usually in. A place foreign to you.Â
Bucky led you through the room to a table full of familiar faces. You didnât know their names nor did you need to. A quick glance from everyone and you sat down, laying the flowers atop the table.
Bucky ordered round after round, encouraging you to take a drink as well, but you knew you needed a good nights sleep for tomorrow. So Bucky and the other Howling Commandos kept their stomachs full of beer and the air full of words. You sat quietly, observing the people around you until someone mentioned your name.
âAre those flowers from Magnolia? Bucky youâre a gentlemen.â Your head turned to the flowers on the table and it was true. They are from Magnolia flowers. Lana. She worked there.Â
âYes, they are.â Buckyâs arm swung around your shoulders. âBest flower shop in town.â
Your chest tightened at the mention. You looked at Bucky and his smirk stopped the blood flowing through your veins. It was intentional. It has to be. Satanic. Thatâs the only word you could describe his intention. Buckyâs lack of sympathy and the maniacal actions he had shown you over the moths youâve known him were driving you to near insanity. He was mad.
You looked back at the flowers, staring at their petals of red and yellow. âI want to go.â You murmured.
âWhat was that?â Bucky asked.
âCan we please go?â Your gaze met his and Bucky travelled your face, a smirk forming on his lips.Â
âSure, darling.â Bucky said and rose from his seat. You took the flowers from the table and took one last look at the group, hoping that this would be the last picture of them in your mind.Â
As you made it to the house Bucky walked ahead of you, up the stairs to his room. You found it strange since he never goes to bed with you at the same time. You entered the room, placing the flowers on the table and heading straight to the bathroom to get ready for bed, but Buckyâs hand stopped you.Â
He turned you around with one swift move, the look in his eyes making the blood shoot straight to your head.Â
âGet on your knees.â
If the sun don't shine on me today
And if the subways flood and bridges break
Will you lay yourself down and dig your grave
Or will you rail against your dying day
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