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[spicyavenger]

Next door part 7

Biker!bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Warnings- domestic violence, non-con, gaslighting, victim blaming, emotional abuse, coercion, mentions of child abuse, pregnancy, mentions of abortion, allusions to eating disorders and self-esteem issues. ⛔️PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING AND LET ME KNOW IF IVE MISSED ANYTHING⛔️

This chapter has a very graphic scene- please read the warnings and skip this chapter if this will trigger you!

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You clutched your phone to your chest as Jack banged on the door, tears streaming down your face when Bucky failed to answer for the fourth time.

“Let me the fuck in now Y/N!” Jack shouted “I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t!!”

The door rattled as his body slammed against it, you prayed that it would hold until bucky finally answered. You ran a hand over your stomach, scrunching your eyes shut as the need to protect the life inside you filled your entire being.

You dialled Bucky’s number again, letting out a sob when it went to voicemail. Jack would be able to get in within minutes, you had no way of protecting yourself.

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“Bec? Mom?” Bucky shouted frantically as he and Steve entered the house.

“Jamie.” Winnie cried as she threw her arms around her son “thank god you’re here.”

“What the hell happened?” Bucky asked “are you okay?”

“We’re fine, we’re safe.” Winnie let out a deep breath, feeling safe again now her son was present.

Bucky looked over and saw Steve embracing Becca; speaking reassuring words into her ear as the girl cried.

“Let’s go sit down.” Bucky suggested.

“I’ll make some tea.” Steve said as he released his arms from around Becca’s shoulders.

“What did he want?” Bucky asked once the three of them were sat on the sofa.

“He wanted to talk to me.” Becca explained “he said he’s clean now and he wants to build a relationship.”

“And is that something you want?” Bucky asked.

“No.” Becca shook her head quickly “not after what he did.”

“Good.” Bucky sighed “that’s the right decision Bec.”

“Do you think we should move Jamie?” Winnie asked, tears continuing to stream down her cheeks “now that he knows where we live?”

“No, you don’t have to do that.” Bucky said as he accepted the tea from Steve “we’ll sort it.”

“What are you going to do?” Becca’s voice was small.

“Don’t worry about it Bec.” Steve said softly “we’ll sort it.”

“I don’t want either of you getting into trouble.” Winnie’s voice was filled with concern “you nearly got arrested last time.”

“He threatened you mom.” Bucky sighed “I couldn’t let him get away with it.”

“You almost killed him Jamie.” Winnie’s voice was filled with emotion.

“Should have finished the job.” Bucky grumbled.

“I don’t want my son going to jail.“ Winnie said firmly.

“Let me make a call.” Bucky said “I’ll organise a meeting with the guys and we’ll sort something.”

Bucky reached into his leather jacket for his phone, realising quickly he must have left it in the office.

“You can go Buck.” Becca said softly “we’ll be okay.”

“I’ll be back later.” Bucky said as he rose to his feet “Steve will stay here in case he tries to come back.”

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A crack had formed in the oak door, Jack continued to kick it. Everything seemed to go in slow motion as the door flew off the hinges.

“You should have just let me in Y/N.” Jack smirked at you, a wild look in his eyes.

“Please Jack…I’m sorry…please don’t-“

“Shut up.” He interrupted, storming over to where you were cowered in the corner, tears streaming down your face.

“Why couldn’t you just be good?” His voice seemed oddly calm as he paced the room “why do you make me hurt you?”

“I…I’m sorry.” Your voice was almost pleading.

“But you’re not Y/N. You’re not sorry because you keep doing it!” His voice raised “I’m a good fucking person, you’ve driven me to this. Do you understand?”

“I…I understand.” You cried.

“Tell me its your fault.” He turned abruptly, his eyes staring into yours.

“It’s my fault.” You whispered.

“Louder!” His voice boomed as he stormed towards you pulling your hair back so you were looking directly at him.

“It’s my fault.” Your voice cracked, your arms still wrapped around your stomach protectively.

“Again.” He demanded, the first punch landed across your jaw; causing your head to snap to the side.

You said it again, another hit followed.

And again. Another hit.

The cycle went on for what felt like eternity. Flashing lights entered your vision and you felt disconnected from your body.

“You’re going to get an abortion tomorrow, aren’t you?” Jack shouted, followed by another hit.

“I-I can’t Jack.” You sobbed “I don’t want to.”

The next hit was to your stomach, so hard you let out a scream.

You fell onto your back, a whimper leaving your lips as you felt Jack climb on top of you.

“P-please.” Your voice was barely audible.

“Shut up.” He snarled “you’re mine, I decide what you do. If you can’t realise that I have no fucking use for you.”

His hands wrapped around your neck, slowly applying pressure until you accepted your fate and gave into the blackness threatening your vision.

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Bucky was formulating a plan in his head as he rode his motorcycle to the club, he’d get Clint and Scott to go ‘speak’ to his dad. They’d threaten him, maybe rough him up a little. Enough to make sure he left town for good.

Once he pulled up he made his way into the building, stopping momentarily to say hello to a few of the club members before excusing himself to make his way up to his office.

He picked up his phone from where it had been left on his desk, preparing to call Clint and Scott to tell them the plan. Instead his heart stopped. 14 missed calls and 1 voicemail from Y/N.

“No, no, no.” He mumbled to himself as he pressed the voicemail message, praying you’d somehow dialled his number accidentally.

“You should have just let me in Y/N.” He could just about hear jacks voice over your laboured breathing.

Despair flooded through him when he heard you begging and crying. The voicemail was from 12 minutes ago, he ran back to his bike. Praying he wasn’t 12 minutes too late.

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Bucky abandoned his bike on the side of the road, noticing immediately that Jacks truck was gone. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

He ran to your door, his breathing heavy as he entered your home. Nausea bubbled in his stomach as he took in the state of your home. The coffee table had been flipped over, picture frames were smashed on the floor and there were multiple holes in the wall.

“Y/N?” Bucky called out, cautiously making his way to the next room.

He kept his hand on his gun and he went from room to room, praying Jack hadn’t taken you somewhere else.

“No.” He whispered to himself when he entered your bedroom. You were lying on the floor, your face swollen and bruised, blood was flowing steadily from your nose and a gash on your forehead.

“Sweetheart.” He dropped to the floor beside you “can you hear me darling?”

No response.

He shook you gently, trying desperately to wake you up.

“My fault.” The whisper that came from your lips was barely audible, but broke Bucky’s heart.

“We’re going to get you to the hospital angel.” He said softly “you’re going to be okay.”

He quickly dialled 911.

“What’s the address of the emergency?” The operator asked calmly.

Bucky quickly gave your address.

“Can you tell me what’s happened sir?” The operator asked.

“It’s my neighbour…she…her boyfriend…he…she’s unconscious.” Bucky struggled to form a full sentence, eyes still fixed on your figure.

“Sir, I need you to tell me what happened.” Her voice sounded calmly through the phone.

“Her boyfriend has beaten her…she’s unconscious.” Bucky responded.

“Is she breathing?” The woman asked.

Bucky stared at your chest, the slow rise and fall that had been there moments ago wasn’t present.

“She…she was…I don’t think…I don’t think she is now.” He was holding in tears.

“I need you to place your ear to the side of her face above her mouth.” The woman instructed “listen for sounds of breathing and look for her chest rising and falling for 10 seconds.”

Bucky promptly put his phone on speaker and did as the woman instructed.

“She’s not breathing.” Bucky sobbed “please, you have to help her.”

“The ambulance is on its way.” The woman reassured him “I’m going to talk you through giving her CPR, I need you to focus for me.”

He followed her instructions, pressing down on your chest repeatedly with interlocked hands. Tilting your chin back and holding your nose before delivering two breaths into your mouth.

“Please Y/N…please.” Tears streamed down his face as he continued the chest compressions.

You remained still.

After what felt like a lifetime two paramedics rushed into the room, immediately attaching equipment onto your chest and shouting for Bucky to get out of the way.

“We need to transfer her to the hospital.” One of the men spoke up “she’s stable enough for us to transport her.”

Bucky followed them into the ambulance in a daze, his eyes never leaving your face.

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Bucky paced the hospital corridor for what felt like the thousandth time. Running his fingers through his already tousled hair.

2 hours.

It had been 2 hours since the last update, images flashed through his head of your unconscious body. You looked so small, so vulnerable.

“Mr. Barnes?” The voice of one of the nurses pulled him from his thoughts.

“Yes?” His head snapped up immediately.

“She’s stable, and has been transferred to ICU.” You nurse’s voice was soft “would you like to see her?”

Bucky followed the nurse into your private room, a single tear falling down his cheek as he entered and took in the sight of your unconscious body.

“The doctor will be here in a few minutes to explain what’s happening.” The nurse said “ I’ll leave you alone with her.”

Bucky was desperate to take your hand in his, but the cast on your arm made him reluctant to do so.

“Hey sweetheart.” He crouched beside your bed “you’re okay, you’re going to be just fine.”

The steady beep on the heart rate monitor was the only response he received.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner angel.” He lightly brushed his fingers over your bruised cheek “I’m sorry I let this happen, I swear nobody will ever hurt you again. Not for as long as I live.”

“James, long time no see.” A voice sounded from behind Bucky.

“Bruce!” Bucky immediately spun around to embrace the man “thank god you’re here, how is she?”

“It’s not great.” Bruce said solemnly “6 broken ribs, clean breaks to the radius and ulna of the right arm, 3 broken phalanges on the left hand, hairline fracture to the left clavicle and what looks like a severe concussion. There’s a bite mark on her chest that will likely leave a scar, and there’s evidence of…there’s evidence that a sexual assault occurred.”

“She’s going to be okay though isn’t she?” Bucky asked “she’s going to be fine?”

“She’s going to be in hospital for a while, it depends how long it takes for her to regain consciousness.” Bruce explained “we’re doing everything we can though, I’ll make sure she has the best care possible.”

“And the…the baby?” Bucky asked, dreading the answer.

“By some miracle there’s still a heartbeat.” Bruce said “although it’s unlikely that the baby will survive long enough to be delivered…I’m sorry.”

Bucky felt tears form in his eyes, but blinked them away and nodded to Bruce instead.

“I’ll leave you to it…but just to make you aware the police are going to want to question you. I’ll delay them as long as I can.” Bruce said kindly.

“I appreciate it.” Bucky shook his friends hand and said goodbye before taking his seat beside you.

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“I brought you some coffee.” Winnie’s voice was soft as she entered your hospital room, handing a cup to her son.

“Thanks Ma.” Bucky croaked out.

“How are things?” She asked.

“Nothing new.” Bucky sighed “Bruce said it could be up to 72 hours before she wakes up…it’s only been 24.”

“Why don’t you go home and get some rest Jamie?” Winnie suggested.

“I’m not leaving her.” Bucky shook his head “not now.”

“It’s not your fault James.” Winnie said, immediately noticing the look of guilt in her sons eyes.

“If I would have just brought my fucking phone.” Bucky’s head dropped forwards into his hands “I could have got there in time.”

“The only person who is responsible is that disgusting man.” Winnie placed an arm around his shoulder.

“I need her to be okay Ma.” Bucky spoke through tears.

“She’s going to be okay Jamie, it’ll take time but she’ll get there.” Winnie’s voice was soft.

Bucky raised his head to look across at your unconscious body, the steady beeping of the machine was the only indication that you were alive. He said a silent prayer that you’d forgive him when you woke up.

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Note- Sorry for another delay in posting, this chapter was very challenging to write and brought up some difficult feelings and memories. I hope you enjoy reading, feedback is always appreciated❤️

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[spicyavenger]

Next door part 6

Biker!bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Warnings- domestic violence, non-con, gaslighting, victim blaming, emotional abuse, coercion, mentions of child abuse, pregnancy, allusions to eating disorders and self-esteem issues. ⛔️PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING AND LET ME KNOW IF IVE MISSED ANYTHING⛔️

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“I’m happy you decided to get out darling.” Bucky’s voice was filled with sincerity “you’re not on your own.”

“I erm…I think I might need to go to hospital.” Your voice was filled with caution “I think my arm…and my ribs…I think…they might be broken.”

“Okay angel, we’ll get you checked out.” Bucky said softly.

Steve suddenly tore into the room, making you jump.

“That fucking bastard!” Steve had yet to notice you “he’s organising another fucking raid!”

“Steve!” Bucky’s voice was sharp.

“Oh-shit.” Steve’s voice quietened when he noticed you “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know you were here.”

You turned to tell him it was okay, immediately noticing the look of horror on his face when he took in your injuries.

“Are you okay?” He asked “what happened?”

“Jack happened.” You mumbled.

“Im so sorry…I didn’t mean to startle you when I came in.” Steve said.

“It’s okay.” You said quietly, looking down at your lap as your cheeks reddened.

“C’mon princess, let’s go get you checked out.” Bucky saved you from further awkward interactions with Steve.

“What about the raid?” Steve asked as Bucky’s began to lead you out of the house.

“Move everything again.” Bucky ordered.

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“How are you feeling?” Bucky asked from your bedside.

“I’m okay.” You said quietly.

“You don’t have to pretend you’re okay sweetheart.” Bucky said softly.

“I’m honestly fine.” You insisted, although it wasn’t convincing.

“Miss. Y/L/N?” The doctor entered the room, a nurse following closely behind.

“Yes.” You said quietly.

“Would you mind stepping out of the room please sir?” The doctor turned to Bucky, a displeased look on his face.

Once you were alone the doctor turned to you again.

“Did that man inflict these injuries on you?” He asked.

“Bucky?” You asked “no of course not, he wouldn’t! He’s helping me.”

“You’re completely safe here.” The doctor said again “we can call the police and have him arrested.

“No! No police.” You pleaded, the last thing you needed was Jack turning up here.

“It’s clear these injuries were caused by some kind of assault, we need to make sure we inform the police who the perpetrator was.” The doctor pressed.

“I don’t want to.” You insisted “and you won’t change my mind.”

“Okay…I suppose that’s your choice.” The doctor sighed.

“Can Bucky come back in now?” You asked.

The nurse went to go get him, leaving an awkward silence between you and the doctor.

“Hey sweetheart.” Bucky said as he took his seat next to you again.

“Can you tell me what happened Y/N?” The doctor spoke up.

“I was…assaulted…by three men.” Your voice was barely audible.

“Physically?” The doctor questioned “or sexually?”

“Erm…both.” You confessed, noticing how Bucky’s demeanour stiffened when you spoke.

“And who were these men?” The doctor questioned.

“I don’t want to say.” You insisted.

“Okay.” The doctor sighed, clearly frustrated by your refusal to disclose further details “we’ll organise a full body MRI, it looks like there could be some fairly extensive injuries and we don’t want to miss anything. We’ll also do a urine and blood sample.”

You nodded in agreement, not having the energy to speak.

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“We’re unable to do the MRI scan Miss. Y/L/N.” The doctor said when he re-entered the room.

“Why?” Bucky asked.

“It’s unsafe.” The doctor said.

“Why is it unsafe?” You questioned.

“For the baby.” The doctor sounded irritated, as though you were stupid.

“Baby!?” You and Bucky spoke in unison.

“The urine and blood samples confirmed it.” The doctor said “we’ll perform an ultrasound instead, we can tell you how far along you are once that’s done.”

He left the room almost immediately, leaving you in a state of shock.

“Darling, are you okay?” Bucky turned to you, his voice gentle.

“I…I can’t…I can’t do this.” You sobbed.

“You’re okay angel, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Bucky placed a reassuring hand on your back.

“This is too much.” Your voice shook “this is all too much.”

“I know sweetheart.” Bucky said softly “it’s not fair.”

You leant your head on Bucky’s shoulder, sobs continuing to wrack through your body.

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“Based on the size of the foetus we can estimate that you’re around 9 weeks.” The radiographer explained “everything looks perfectly healthy despite your other injuries, you’ve got a strong little one in there.”

“Can I see them?” You asked timidly.

She smiled and turned the screen around, making you gasp at the sight of the baby inside you.

“Would you like to hear the heartbeat?” She asked.

You nodded enthusiastically, grasping Bucky’s hand in your own as the sounds of your child’s heartbeat filled your ears.

“I understand that your situation isn’t ideal Y/N.” She said kindly “have you thought about if you’d like to proceed with the pregnancy?”

“I do.” You answered immediately “I want to keep them.”

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You’d left the hospital with a cast on your arm and a bag of painkillers that were safe to take when pregnant.

“How do you feel?” Bucky asked once you were both seated in his car.

“Confused.” You said quietly.

“Do you want to come back to mine?” Bucky asked “or I can take you to the apartment I told you about?”

“No…I should go home.” Your voice was barely audible “‘now that I’m pregnant…he’ll change.”

“Sweetheart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Bucky said softly.

“I can’t just leave him Bucky.” You responded “I love him…he’s just going through some stuff. We’ll work it out.”

“Do you really love him?” Bucky asked.

“I…I love the person he really is.” You looked down as you spoke.

“I can’t stop you going back home Y/N, and I wouldn’t want to try and control you in that way.” Bucky looked at you intently as he spoke “but I need you to be safe.”

“Why do you care so much?” You asked.

“Because you deserve better.” He reached over to take your hand in his.

“I’m sorry.” You felt tears begin to form.

“You’ve got nothing to apologise for…but I’d like to give you my number if that’s okay? Just in case you need anything.” Bucky suggested.

“He wouldn’t like that.” You shook your head.

“We’ll save it under another name.” He said “how about a restaurant or something?”

“My brothers name.” You spoke up “he liked my brother…he wouldn’t be angry at that.”

“Okay darling, what’s your brothers name?” Bucky asked.

“Harry.” You answered.

“Perfect.” He smiled “if you ever call I’ll answer pretending to be him, Jack will never have to know.”

“Thank you Bucky.” You squeezed his hand lightly.

“No problem angel.” Bucky smiled.

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You felt nausea bubble within you as you entered the house again, the smashed beer bottles and the hole in the wall making you shiver.

You took a moment to compose yourself before you got to work cleaning up your home.

It felt like your body was screaming at you to stop as you worked through the pain to ensure the house was spotless and Jacks favourite dinner was made. You had to make sure he was in a good mood tonight, you had to make sure he took the news of the pregnancy well.

“Babe I’m home.” You heard him call out.

“Hey hon.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, resisting the urge to vomit as you felt his arms encase you.

“What’s on your arm?” He quickly released you when he noticed the cast.

“Oh…I went to the hospital.” You confessed “I just didn’t want it to heal wrong.”

“What did you tell them at the hospital?” Jack’s voice was laced with irritation.

“Nothing, please don’t worry about it.” You pleaded.

“Jesus Y/N, I can’t believe you went to the fucking hospital!” He raised his arms, making you flinch “such a fucking drama queen!”

“Baby, please don’t be angry.” You begged “I didn’t tell them anything.”

“You could ruin my whole life if you twisted this situation to make me look bad Y/N, you know that don’t you?” His eyes bore into yours as he spoke.

“I know, I could never do that to you. I love you.” You knew he was manipulating you, but you couldn’t help but believe his words.

“Good girl.” He smiled “now go get me a beer?”

“I actually need to talk to you about something.” You hated the way your voice shook as you spoke.

“What?” Jack looked concerned.

“I…I’m pregnant.” You rushed out.

“You’re what?” Jacks face immediately paled.

“I’m pregnant.” You repeated.

“Is it mine?” Jack asked.

“Of course it’s yours!” You raised your voice, appalled by what he was implying.

“Don’t raise your fucking voice at me” Jack snarled.

“I can’t believe you just asked me that!” Your voice remained raised, furious at his reaction.

“You’re going to the abortion clinic tomorrow.” Jack’s voice was final.

“No.” You deadpanned.

“It wasn’t a fucking question Y/N.” He said darkly.

“I said no.” You crossed your arms over your chest, unsure where this inner strength had come from.

Jack remained still for a moment, as if he were contemplating his options. He looked as though he was calming down, allowing you to let down your guard.

As your arms lowered he lunged towards you, anger written across his features.

You managed to escape his grasp, immediately running to the front door. Before you could reach it you felt his arm wrap around your neck.

He wrestled you to the floor, his arm around your neck quickly reducing your supply of oxygen. You struggled like you’d never struggled before, clawing at his face and shoving your knee into his stomach.

You took the momentary lapse in his grasp as an opportunity to flee into your room and lock the door, praying your phone was still in there.

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“We need to do something about the police.” Bucky sighed “we can’t keep constantly moving our shit from place to place.”

“We can’t do anything until the new chief is gone.” Steve sighed.

Bucky’s phone rang, interrupting the men’s conversation.

“Bec?” He answered as soon as he saw his sisters ID on the screen.

“B-Bucky?” Her voice was quiet, she’d been crying.

“What’s wrong?” Bucky’s began to panic “are you okay Bec?”

“It’s dad…” she sobbed “he turned up at the house to talk to me…please come over Buck, moms really scared.”

“Did he hurt you?” Bucky’s questioned.

“N-no.” Becca spoke through tears “he said he wanted to talk…just please get here quickly.”

“I’m on my way Bec.” Bucky threw his phone on the desk and stormed out of the room, closely followed by Steve.

Seconds after he left your name began to flash on his screen; a call that would go unanswered.

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Note- I’m so sorry this chapter took so long to post and is short! I’ve had a lot of things going on in my personal life so wanted to take some time to try and take care of myself. Feedback is always appreciated❤️

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[spicyavenger]

Next door part 5

Biker!bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Warnings- domestic violence, non-con, gaslighting, victim blaming, emotional abuse, coercion, mentions of child abuse, allusions to eating disorders and self-esteem issues. ⛔️PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING AND LET ME KNOW IF IVE MISSED ANYTHING⛔️

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You handed a beer to Bucky and he immediately noticed that your hand was shaking.

“I can leave if you’re uncomfortable.” He said as softly as possible.

“N-no it’s fine.” You responded, although your hand continued to shake.

“Can you take a deep breath for me sweetheart?” He made himself look as small as possible to avoid intimidating you.

“I-I c-can’t.” Your breathing was becoming more unsteady.

Bucky immediately recognised that you were having a panic attack. He’d seen the films and read the books, where you hold someone close and they magically heal, where you place their hand on your chest and their breathing magically evens out; he even tried to get you to name things you could see, hear, smell and taste. It didn’t work.

You breathing remained erratic, tears streaming down your face as you hyperventilated. Bucky tried to reach out for you but you flinched away, he couldn’t fix this.

After what felt like an eternity you excused yourself to the bathroom, promising to be back soon. Whilst you were gone the pizza arrived, although Bucky left it on the table and it was immediately forgotten.

“Hey.” You said timidly as you re-entered the room, all traces of your panic attack gone.

“Hey.” A sad smile appeared on Bucky’s face.

“Sorry about that.” You chuckled, feeling extremely awkward.

“You have nothing to apologise for Y/N.” Bucky’s tone was serious “are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” You smiled “shall we eat?”

Bucky allowed you to take the lead, sitting beside you whilst still keeping his distance.

“Thank you for the painting stuff.” You said after a small silence.

“It’s no problem.” Bucky smiled “I can’t wait to see some of your work.”

“Can I…erm…can I keep the stuff in your garage for the minute?” You asked “i don’t think Jack would be happy with it being in the house.”

“That’s fine sweetheart.” Bucky said softly “the garage is always open so you can come over whenever you want.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, shuffling slightly closer towards him.

“How’s your mom doing?” You asked after another silence “and your sister?”

“They’re okay.” Bucky said “they’re coming over tomorrow afternoon for some lunch…you could come if you want?”

“Oh…I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You shook your head, gesturing to your bruised face.

“I don’t like the idea of you being alone all weekend.” Bucky’s voice was gentle.

“It’s better than being with Jack.” You scoffed, before quickly realising what you’d said and feeling guilt flood through you.

“Can I ask you something? Don’t feel like you need to answer…” Bucky asked timidly.

“Yeah, of course you can.” You replied.

“Why are you still with him?” Bucky’s eyes bore into yours as he spoke.

“He’s not a bad person.” You said quietly “he isn’t normally like this.”

“But he hurt you?” Bucky questioned.

“It was my fault…” you began.

“It’s not your fault darling.” Bucky interrupted “nothing you could do would ever give him an excuse to put his hands on you.”

“I know how it looks Bucky.” You sighed “but it’s not an abusive relationship, he just has a bad temper. He doesn’t mean it, he’s a good person and he loves me.”

“Do you love him?” Bucky asked bravely.

“I…I need him.” You avoided answering the question “he’s been there for me when nobody else was, he takes care of me.”

“I remember when I was growing up…when we were younger dad used to take us out on the weekends.” Bucky said “he’d buy us ice cream and let me and Bec run around like crazy people in the park. He was the perfect parent. He used to buy Ma flowers and tell her she was beautiful. Then he beat her so hard he broke her clavicle, took all her money so she couldn’t leave. Told her she was worthless and pathetic, made her believe it too.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” You reached out cautiously, placing your hand in his.

“You deserve better than this life Y/N.” Bucky said softly.

“Nobody else would want me Bucky.” You spoke through tears.

“That’s not true.” He looked into your eyes, his gaze momentarily flicking down to your lips “please get out Y/N, please keep yourself safe.”

“I can’t leave.” Tears were steadily falling down your face “I haven’t got a job, I don’t have any savings, I don’t speak to my family. Where would I go?”

“Come live with me.” Bucky said immediately.

“And live next door to him?” You scoffed.

“I have an apartment.” Bucky rushed out “it’s used as a sort of safe house for the club if anything goes down. You can stay there, stay for as long as you need.”

“I can’t go from being reliant on him to being reliant on you.” You shook your head “I need to do this alone.”

“You don’t need to do anything alone.” His voice was gentle “you never need to be alone again.”

“Can we talk about something else?” You asked, feeling your chest become tighter.

“How about we go over to the garage and you can do some painting?” Bucky suggested “it might help clear your head.”

You nodded, taking his hand in yours to allow him to lead you over to the garage.

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You’d spent the evening in Bucky’s garage, channeling your emotions into your art. With each stroke of the brush you felt more and more free.

“It’s looking good.” Bucky smiled as he handed you a beer.

“It’s a start.” You smiled “it feels good to be painting again.”

“I’m glad.” Bucky took a sip of his own drink.

“I-I should be getting home soon.” You said as you set down your brush “it’s getting late.”

“I’ll walk you to your door.” Bucky said softly.

“Thank you for today Bucky.” You said once you’d arrived at your door “I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem sweetheart.” He rested his hand on your arm “and feel free to come over tomorrow, Ma is bringing food and it’s always to die for.”

“I’ll think about it.” You nodded.

“Goodnight doll.” Bucky said as you turned to your door.

“Goodnight Bucky.” You smiled back at him.

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“Y/N might be dropping by.” Bucky said as his mother and Becca sat on the sofa opposite him.

“That’d be nice.” Winnie smiled.

“If she does…she’s got some bruises” Bucky explained “just…don’t say anything.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Winnie said kindly.

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“This is so fucking stupid.” You mumbled to yourself as you placed the cookies from the cooling rack into the Tupperware.

You glanced at yourself in the mirror, grimacing when you noticed the still noticeable bruises despite the multiple layers of foundation.

You took a deep breath to compose yourself, you’d give Bucky the cookies as a thank you for being so kind before coming straight back home. You could do this.

You made your way over to his house, knocking on the front door and anxiously waiting for the answer.

“Y/N!” Bucky’s face lit up when he saw you “I’m so glad you decided to come over.”

“Oh…I just wanted to give you these…as a thank you for yesterday.” You explained “I’m not…I’m not staying.”

“Just stay for a drink?” Bucky suggested.

You knew you should say no, but the hopeful look on his face made it impossible for you to refuse.

“Just one.” You agreed, before following him into the house.

“This is Y/N.” Bucky announced once you were inside “Y/N, this is my mom Winnie and my sister Becca.”

“It’s nice to meet you both.” You said timidly.

“You too.” Winnie smiled “why don’t you come sit down?”

You obediently sank down on the free couch, Bucky momentarily vanished before handing you a drink and sinking down beside you.

“Bucky mentioned that you’re an artist.” Winnie said as she took a sip from her own drink.

“Oh…no not an artist.” You blushed “I paint sometimes, but I’m not very good.”

“I bet you’re great Y/N.” Becca smiled.

“You’ll have to show us some of your work.” Winnie urged.

“I’ve not painted in a while.” You confessed “I’m working on something at the moment though, I’ll be happy to show you when I’m done.”

“Sounds great.” Winnie smiled.

The more time you spent with the Barnes family the more at ease you felt. You knew they’d noticed the poorly covered bruising to your face but the fact it hadn’t been mentioned made you relieved.

Becca was telling you a story about Bucky as a teenager when you heard a sound that made your heart stop; Jacks car. The rumble of his trucks engine was impossible to mistake, he was home.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Bucky immediately picked up on your discomfort.

“I…I think that’s Jacks car.” You said quietly.

Bucky made his way over to the window to peek out, quickly confirming that you were right.

“He’s going to be so angry.” You whispered as your vision blurred.

“Stay here Y/N.” Bucky’s voice was gentle “he won’t touch you in here.”

“I can’t…I…I need to go…I should go.” You stammered as you rose to your feet, tears falling down your cheeks.

“It’s okay darling.” Winnie placed her hand on your arm “we can fix this.”

“H-how?” You squeaked out.

“Do you want to stay here Y/N?” Winnie asked “or you can come and stay with me for a while if you need.”

“I need to go home.” You responded.

“Okay…if that’s what you want.” Winnies voice was kind despite the tone of uncertainty “Jamie, go get some grocery bags, we’ll fill them with stuff from the fridge and you tell him you’ve been to the store, simple.”

“Will that work?” You asked hopefully.

“It worked for me.” Winnie said solemnly.

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You made your way around the back of Bucky’s house, hands trembling as you clutched the grocery bags Winnie had loaded with produce from Bucky’s fridge.

“Where have you been?” Jack questioned as soon as you walked through the door.

“Just to the store.” You held up the bags.

He nodded in acceptance, allowing you to pass so you could go to put the things in the fridge.

“How was your weekend?” You asked.

“Fine.” He said coldly.

“I missed you.” You said, hoping he’d believe you.

“Jasper and Brock are coming over tonight.” He ignored your statement “behave yourself.”

“Okay.” Your voice was quiet.

“Clean this place up before they come over.” He ordered “it’s fucking disgusting.”

You obediently went over to grab your cleaning supplies, not wanting to anger him.

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“What if he hurts her?” Bucky questioned as he paced his living room.

“Jamie, you need to relax.” Winnie said softly.

“I should go over there.” Bucky continued to pace “she needs to leave him.”

“You can’t force her to do anything.” Becca spoke up “it’s her decision.”

“Becca’s right.” Winnie said “you can’t drag her out of there, it needs to be her decision.”

“I…I really like her.” Bucky’s voice was quiet.

“I know you do.” Winnie said softly “just be there for her, let her know that you care.”

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You hated Jack’s friends. You hated the way their eyes raked up and down your body, you hated their sleazy remarks and their sexist jokes.

“How about you get me a beer sweetheart.” Brock’s voice sounded over to you.

The first couple of times he’d asked you’d handed him a beer with a smile, but you were becoming frustrated.

“Get it yourself.” You grumbled, not quite realising you’d spoken out loud.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Jacks voice sounded out.

“You should teach her some manners.” Jasper sneered.

“Apologise.” Jack demanded.

“No.” You stood your ground, not willing to bow down for once in your life.

“It wasn’t a fucking option.” Jacks voice boomed.

You saw the anger in his eyes, but you weren’t expecting to see that same anger in the eyes of the other two men.

You turned to run out of the door, but just as you were reaching the handle Jack grabbed your hair; dragging you backwards.

“Don’t worry babe, we’ll teach you some manners.” He sneered as he dragged you to the sofa where the other two men were grinning.

“Who wants to go first?” Jack asked his friends with a grin on his face.

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Everything hurt. You couldn’t pick out where the pain was, it was too extensive.

You were about the drag yourself out of bed when you heard the bedroom door open.

“Hey beautiful.” Jack smiled at you.

You didn’t respond.

“You did good last night babe.” He handed you a cup of tea as he sat beside you.

You still didn’t speak.

“Don’t ignore me.” He spoke up again.

“I’m sorry.” You hated how weak your voice sounded.

“I’m heading into work, I might be late.” He said “we’re working on another raid of that biker gangs base, we didn’t turn anything up last time.”

“Okay.” You whispered.

“How about you make that pasta I like for dinner?” He suggested.

“Okay.” You repeated.

“Is everything okay babe?” He asked “you’re being really weird.

“Just…hurting a little after last night.” You dared to speak up.

“You should have said, we would have stopped if you’d told us.” His voice was filled with innocence, as if he’d done nothing wrong.

“Sorry.” You mumbled.

“I forgive you.” He smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead before grabbing his gun from the draw “I’ll see you tonight.”

“Bye.” You said softly.

Once he’d left you counted to 100 before getting out of bed, checking outside to make sure his car was nowhere to be seen.

You let out a sigh of relief when you knew he was really gone. Running out of the door as quickly as possible.

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Bucky yawned before downing the remainder of his coffee, preparing for another long day at the club. He was slightly taken aback when he heard a knock at the door, he was expecting Steve; but Steve would normally just let himself in.

“Hey.” Bucky said happily when he opened the door to you, although his cheerful tone quickly vanished when he took in your appearance.

“C-can I come in?” You we’re on the brink of tears.

Bucky quickly ushered you inside, closing the door behind you.

“What happened?” Bucky knelt down in front of you once you were seated on the sofa.

“I…I don’t…I’m not…I…” you couldn’t form any words, your thoughts jumbling into one.

“Deep breath sweetheart.” Bucky said softly.

“I…I think I need your help…to…to get out.” You spoke up after a long pause.

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Next Door Masterlist

Biker!bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Please read individual trigger warnings before reading!!

Part 1- https://spicyavenger.tumblr.com/post/665971625024454656/next-door

Part 2- https://spicyavenger.tumblr.com/post/666947262470078464/next-door-part-2

Part 3- https://spicyavenger.tumblr.com/post/667693161497378816/next-door-part-3

Part 4- https://spicyavenger.tumblr.com/post/668372952705859584/next-door-part-4

Part 5- https://spicyavenger.tumblr.com/post/669300024595857408/next-door-part-5

Part 6- https://spicyavenger.tumblr.com/post/673128922395869184/next-door-part-6

Part 7- https://spicyavenger.tumblr.com/post/675131003632828416/next-door-part-7

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Next door part 4

Biker!bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Warnings- domestic violence, non-con, gaslighting, victim blaming, emotional abuse, coercion, mentions of child abuse, allusions to eating disorders and self-esteem issues. ⛔️PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING AND LET ME KNOW IF IVE MISSED ANYTHING⛔️

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, feeling completely numb. The new bruises that were forming on top of old ones made you feel nauseous, you weren’t the type of person this happened to.

You shivered when you thought of the night before, when Jack had said he got “carried away” when you were having sex; apparently that resulted in bruised ribs and a black eye.

You sighed, beginning your daily routine of dabbing concealer on the purple blotches.

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“How’s your friend doing?” Winnie asked.

“Ooo have you got a lady friend?” Becca teased.

“Enough Becs.” Bucky grumbled “It’s not like that”

“Do you love her?” Becca smirked, intentionally irritating her older brother.

“Stop teasing him Rebecca.” Winnie said softly “he’s just trying to help.”

Becca fell silent at the use of her full name.

“So how is she Jamie?” Winnie asked again.

“I’m not sure Ma.” Bucky replied honestly “I’ve seen her a few times but she won’t talk to me, he’s filled her head full of all those stupid rumours…she’s probably terrified of me.”

“We all know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” Winnie said softly “she’ll come around, just give her time.”

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Despite spending an hour in the shower scrubbing your body you still felt dirty, you couldn’t wash the feeling of him off your body. The house felt suffocating, you felt trapped.

A walk would help, you mustered up every ounce of motivation you had left to get dressed and leave the house, as you did you saw Bucky pulling up on his motorcycle.

“Hey.” You said softly, remembering how kind he’d been to you when you spoke in the garden.

“Hey Y/N.” He smiled softly “are you heading into town? I can give you a ride?”

“Just going for a walk.” You explained, smiling at him.

“I might do the same, always find it helps to clear my head.” He smiled back.

“You…you can join me if you want?” You suggested timidly.

“I’d love that.” He grinned, immediately jogging over to stand beside you.

“What have you been up to today?” He asked as you began your walk.

“Nothing much, what about you?” You answered.

“Been to see my Ma and my sister.” He replied “Becca has a boyfriend now so she’s constantly glued to her phone.”

“How old is she?” You asked.

“17.” Bucky sighed “too young to have a fella if you ask me.”

“You’re very old fashioned.” You chuckled.

“Just protective.” Bucky smiled back “don’t like the thought of anything else happening to her.”

“Anything else…?” You asked cautiously, unsure if Bucky had meant to divulge that much information.

“Oh…yeah…” he scratched the back of his head “our dad was a piece of shit…mainly to Ma but eventually he turned on me and Bec too.”

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Bucky.” You said softly.

“Ma found it hard to leave.” Bucky explained “thought he’d change…thought she still loved him.”

“That must have been hard.” You said sympathetically.

“She’s a strong woman. Even after everything she’s been through she’s still got so much love to give, I don’t know how she does it.” A sad smiled graced Bucky’s face “she reminds me of you.”

“I…I…Jack doesn’t…he wouldn’t.” You began to stammer, worried that Bucky would start questioning you again.

“Don’t worry doll, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He said softly “just know that when you’re ready I’m here, for anything you need.”

“You’re a good person.” You said softly.

The conversation quickly changed, Bucky telling you stories about the club, often making jokes about Steve and Sam. You told him about your siblings, about your passion for art and how you used to paint. He listened intently to every word.

“Why don’t you paint anymore?” Bucky asked.

“Oh…supplies are expensive and I’m not working at the moment.” Your cheeks reddened “Jack didn’t like my paintings either, he doesn’t want them around the house. I’m not very good.”

“I bet everything you make is beautiful.” Bucky said softly.

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“We managed to move everything in time, they didn’t find anything in the raid.” Sam explained “we need to think about what we’re going to do long term though.”

“We could try negotiating with the new chief?” Scott suggested.

“He doesn’t seem like the type to negotiate.” Natasha scoffed.

“So what do we do?” Everyone turned to Bucky.

“We need him gone.” Bucky said “we need him to be fired.”

“Easier said than done.” Steve said.

“Once he has a criminal record he’ll be fired.” Bucky mused.

“So we frame him?” Sam questioned.

“It’s an option.” Steve spoke up “although it would be better if it were a genuine crime.”

“Dig up a little more dirt.” Bucky said “we’ll find something.”

Everyone stood up to leave, but Bucky signalled for Steve to stay behind.

“Everything okay Buck?” Steve asked once they were alone.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” Bucky said “but I need to ask about all that painting stuff you do.”

“I draw Bucky.” Steve rolled his eyes “I haven’t painted since art school.”

“Right yeah…of course.” Bucky said quickly “but you know what art supplies someone would need to start painting?”

“Are you wanting to start painting?” Steve asked.

“No, it’s not for me.” Bucky shook his head.

“Okay…” Steve’s voice was filled with confusion “I can take you to the shop I go to? They have a section filled with painting stuff.”

“Let’s go.” Bucky said enthusiastically, immediately grabbing the keys for his bike.

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When Jack came home from work you were wiping down the counter tops in the kitchen.

“Come sit down Y/N.” He said as soon as he walked through the door.

“Give me a minute babe, I’m just tidying up.” You responded.

“Sit. Down.” He demanded, his voice dark.

You immediately began to tremble, knowing an argument was on the horizon.

“What’s wrong?” You asked calmly as you sat opposite him on the sofa.

“What we’re you doing on Tuesday afternoon?” He asked.

That was the afternoon you’d gone on a walk with Bucky, your heart immediately sank at the realisation.

“Answer my fucking question!” Jacks voice boomed.

“I…I…” you stammered out.

“I said answer my fucking question!” Jack screamed, but you barely registered the noise. Too busy focusing on the beer bottle that flew past your head and shattered on the wall.

“You’re scaring me Jack.” You whispered.

“Don’t even bother trying to play the victim.” He spat out “what the fuck were you doing?”

“I just went on a walk.” You said quietly “Bucky was coming home as I left and he came with me.”

“You fucking humiliated me.” He said aggressively “I got a call from Brock saying he saw you when he was out on patrol. Do you know how fucking humiliating that is?”

You didn’t respond, looking down at your lap instead.

“When I ask you a question I expect an answer Y/N.” Jacks voice was stern.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “I’m so sorry.”

Evidently your apology wasn’t sufficient, and Jack didn’t want to spend anymore time talking.

His fist collided with your face, causing you to fall to the floor. The punches kept coming, over and over as you begged him to stop. You felt his weight pinning you to the floor as his hands wrapped around your neck, you struggled for what felt like an eternity; but eventually your vision turned black.

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This time was different, there was no apology. There was no pleading for you to stay. Jack ignored you for the entire morning, staying silent as you made his breakfast. Stomping around the house and grumbling under his breath.

“I’m going away for the weekend.” Jack said before he went to work.

“Where are you going?” You asked timidly.

“None of your fucking business.” He snarled “behave yourself whilst I’m gone…or you’ll regret it.”

You nodded your head enthusiastically, desperate to avoid another altercation.

Jack grabbed his bag and left, slamming the door behind him. You let out a sigh of relief once he’d gone, at least you’d have one weekend of peace.

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You were catching up on trashy TV whilst you waited for your pizza to arrive. Jumping up excitedly when a knock at the door sounded.

“Oh…Bucky.” You were shocked to see the man before you.

“Hey Y/N, I’m sorry for just turning…” his words vanished in his throat when he took in the bruises and swelling covering your face and neck “what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You shook your head.

“Y/N…if he did this you need to get out now.” His voice wavered.

“I really don’t want to talk about it.” Your voice was almost pleading.

“Okay…okay doll.” He sighed.

“Why did you come over?” You asked, keen to change the subject.

“Oh…yeah I’ve got a little something for you.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“For me?” You questioned.

“Yeah, erm it’s just in my garage. I didn’t want to bring it over…I wasn’t sure if Jack would like it…” he said softly.

“He probably wouldn’t.” You laughed.

“Can I show you?” Bucky asked, gesturing for you to follow him.

You knew Jack would be furious if he found out, but curiosity got the better of you. You followed Bucky into his garage and gasped at the sight before you.

“Bucky…” your eyes filled with tears as you spoke.

“If it’s not right you can tell me…I won’t be offended.” He said nervously.

“It’s perfect.” You whispered as you ran your fingers over the easel which was situated in the middle of the room. Your eyes drifted to the stack of canvases beside it, and the collection of brushes and paints on the table.

“I know you said you missed painting, and I just thought it’d be nice for you to have the stuff in case you wanted to start again…you can keep it here if you think Jack might be annoyed…” Bucky was rambling, nerves getting the better of him.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough Bucky.” Your eyes were filled with tears “this is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

“You deserve this and more sweetheart.” Bucky’s heart broke when he saw your reaction to what was a simple gesture of kindness, it made him want to shower you with love and affection 24/7.

“I…I erm I’d just ordered pizza.” You said nervously “if you want you can come over…I have some beers in the fridge too.”

“Won’t Jack be annoyed?” Bucky questioned, unsure what time your boyfriend would be home.

“He’s away for the weekend.” You explained.

“Sure doll, that sounds great.” Bucky grinned, following you over to your home.

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Next door part 3

Biker!Bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Warnings- domestic violence, non-con, gaslighting, victim blaming, emotional abuse, coercion, mentions of child abuse, allusions to eating disorders and self-esteem issues.

⛔️PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING AND LET ME KNOW IF IVE MISSED ANYTHING⛔️

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You were awoken by the sound of a mug being placed on the bedside table.

You reluctantly opened your eyes when you felt the bed sink down beside you.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Jacks said softly once your eyes met his.

“Morning.” You mumbled.

“I made you some tea.” He gestured to the steaming mug beside you.

“Thank you.” Your voice was quiet.

“Look…about last night…” he let out a deep breath as he spoke.

“It’s fine.” You interrupted him “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“We need to talk about it though babe.” He pressed “what I did…I…I can’t believe that was me…”

You stared at him blankly as he spoke.

“I love you Y/N, I love you so much.” His eyes began to fill with tears as he spoke “I understand if you want to leave me…I understand if you hate me.”

You felt tears form in your own eyes when you saw the heartbreak in his eyes, he truly felt bad for what had happened. He truly hated himself.

“I don’t hate you Jack.” You let out a deep breath as you spoke “but if you ever raise a hand to me again I’m done.”

He nodded enthusiastically, reaching out to take your hand in his.

“I mean it…you so much as raise your voice to me again and I’m leaving.” You surprised yourself with how assertive you sounded.

“I understand.” His voice was filled with sincerity.

You didn’t speak for a moment, relieved that your relationship was saved.

“I want to talk to you about Bucky.” Jack broke the silence “I don’t want you going near him ever again.”

“He’s our neighbour Jack.” You said gently.

“He’s a criminal.” Jack interrupted you “he’s the leader of a biker gang.”

“What?” You were shocked.

“The guys at the station were telling me about him. He’s a bad person babe.” Jack explained “he beat a guy almost to death a few years back.”

“Are you sure?” You questioned.

“Of course I’m sure.” Jack nodded “that’s why I got so angry when you were around him, I was worried for you…you understand that don’t you?”

“Yeah…yeah I understand.” Your voice was quiet.

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“Get me more information on him.” Bucky demanded.

“Pal, I think you need to let this one go.” Steve sighed “you offered to help and she refused, maybe you just misunderstood the situation.”

“So you’re saying he doesn’t hurt her?” Bucky scoffed.

“I’m saying if it was that bad she’d accept any help that was offered.” Steve said calmly.

“That’s not how it works and you know it.” Bucky’s voice raised slightly.

“All you saw was his grabbing her arm. I think you’re getting a little too invested…because of…because of your.”

“If you say a single fucking word about my childhood I swear you’ll regret it.” Bucky interrupted.

“Buck, I’m on your side here.” Steve said calmly “I just don’t want you to get in too deep with something that’s going to upset you.”

“I can handle myself.” Bucky responded, slightly less irritably.

A knock at the door sounded through the room, Sam walking through the door looking slightly frazzled.

“What’s up?” Steve took in the look of distress on his friends face.

“The police…they’re organising a raid of the warehouse.” Sam explained.

“What?” Steve was shocked “we have an agreement with them, they’re supposed to leave us alone.”

“There’s a new chief, apparently he’s not going to honour our agreement.” Sam said.

“Who is it?” Bucky knew what the answer would be before Sam spoke.

His mind went numb when Sam said your boyfriends name.

“Clean out everything we have there, move it to the other location.” Bucky ordered.

Steve and Sam quickly left the room to go start on the job. Once they’d left Bucky let out a deep breath, running his hands down his face.

After taking a moment to collect his thoughts he reached for his phone, dialling the only person who could help in this situation.

“Ma?” He felt instant relief when she answered.

“Hi Jamie.” She said cheerfully “is everything okay baby?”

“Can I come over tonight?” He asked “I need your advice on something.”

“Of course you can.” She instantly agreed “it’ll be great to see you.”

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You’d spent the day lounging on the sofa, yet to change out of your pyjamas. You were replaying what had happened with Jack over and over. Trying to figure out what had caused him to snap.

He’d been nothing but perfect throughout your relationship, helping you escape a life of crime and drugs; allowing you to live with him. He paid all the bills, he gave you an allowance to get your hair and nails done whenever you wanted, he loved you; he took care of you. He’d just made a mistake, you could forgive him for that.

You let out a sigh before forcing yourself to your feet, pouring a glass of water and taking two pain killers to dull the ache in your head before beginning to prepare dinner for you and Jack.

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“Hey Ma.” Bucky shouted as he entered his mother’s house.

“There’s my boy.” She greeted happily, planting a kiss on her sons cheek “how’s things?”

“Things are okay.” Bucky answered “where’s Becca?”

“She’s out with her boyfriend.” Winnie said.

“What!?” Bucky immediately paled “what do you mean boyfriend? Who is this guy?”

“She’s 17 James.” Winnie laughed “she’s allowed to have a boyfriend.”

“What’s his name?” Bucky asked “where does he live?”

“Calm down.” Winnie said softly “she’s safe, he’s a nice boy.”

“I want to meet him.” Bucky demanded.

“And you will, when Becca’s ready to introduce you.” Her voice was gentle “you need to let her make her own choices.”

“Whatever.” Bucky grumbled.

“Now go sit down.” Winnie ordered “I’ve made you dinner.”

Bucky obediently sat down as his mother served him his meal, grabbing a bowl for herself and sitting opposite him.

“What did you want to talk about then Jamie?” Winnie asked as she picked up her fork.

“Dad.” Bucky for straight to the point, immediately noticing how his mother’s grip tightened around her fork.

“What do you want to know?” Winnies voice wavered slightly.

“I know…a girl.” Bucky said cautiously “I think her boyfriends hurting her.”

“Have you asked her about it?” Winnie asked.

“She denied it.” Bucky explained.

“Maybe she doesn’t want to leave him.” Winnie mused.

“Why would she want to be with him?” Bucky looked confused “why would anyone want to be with someone like that?”

“It takes a lot of strength to leave Jamie.” Winnie’s voice was soft “I know you don’t remember much because you were so young…but your dad was a good man sometimes. He didn’t always hurt me, he made me feel so special. He’d gaslight me into thinking I loved him despite what he was doing…I just kept waiting for him to turn back into the man he once was.”

“So what made you finally leave?” Bucky attempted to hide the tears in his eyes.

“When he hurt you and Becca.” Winnie spoke through tears of her own “you two are the most important people in my life, I couldn’t watch you go through what he’d put me through.”

“I love you Ma.” Tears we’re freely falling down Bucky’s face at this point “I’m sorry you had to go through all that alone.”

“I was never alone, I had you and Bec.” Winnie smiled through her tears “but it sounds like this girl is alone, and that makes it a lot harder to leave. So be patient with her, let her know you’re there to offer help when she’s ready to take it.”

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“Dinner smells amazing babe.” Jack wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you as soon as he entered the house.

“Let me just dish up love.” You said softly, not wanting the food to burn.

“Great, now I can’t even hug my fucking girlfriend.” Jack grumbled.

“I just don’t want it to get burnt.” You defended yourself.

Jack scoffed before making his way to the table, grabbing a beer on the way.

“You’re eating all that?” Jack questioned when he eyed your plate.

“I’m hungry.” You shrugged.

“I’ll never want to marry you if you look like a fucking whale babe.” Jack chuckled.

Suddenly you didn’t feel hungry, thinking instead about how your stomach wasn’t perfectly flat, how there wasn’t a gap between your thighs.

“You’re right.” You forced a smile, spooning half of your plate onto Jacks.

As you looked down at the remainder of your meal, a churning feeling in your stomach prevented you from taking more than a few bites, before scraping the rest of the food into the bin.

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The sun warmed your back as you leant down to plant some hydrangeas in the once empty flower bed. Jack being at work provided you with a much needed sense of calm, you’d been on edge around him since the night of Bucky’s party; constantly waiting for him to snap again.

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky’s voice sounded from above you where he was leaning on the fence “the flowers look good.”

“Thank you.” You said politely.

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m okay.” You answered.

“Good…look I’m sorry if I upset you when I came over, I shouldn’t have done that.” He sounded nervous.

“No, you shouldn’t have.” You continued to stare at the flowers, refusing to make eye contact.

“Was he angry?” Bucky asked.

“I don’t want to talk about my relationship.” You said bluntly.

“I’m sorry…I’m sorry for asking.” He said gently.

“It’s okay.” You sighed.

He remained silent for a few moments, allowing you to contemplate your next words.

“He doesn’t want me to talk to you.” You blurted out, immediately regretting it.

“Why’s that?” Bucky asked, he didn’t sound angry, more curious.

“Y-you’re in a biker gang...you’re a criminal.” You stuttered.

Bucky chuckled “Just because I like bikes doesn’t mean I’m in a criminal gang sweetheart.”

You wanted to ask him more questions, but decided against it. You didn’t want to make him angry, or offend him.

“It’s not my business.” You shrugged.

“I suppose not.” Bucky responded.

Another silence fell between you, once again you were the one to break it.

“He’s not a bad person you know.” You defended your boyfriend “I know you think he is…but he’s not.”

“You deserve better.” Bucky said softly.

You felt tears begin to form, the bruises that were still healing began to ache. Your breathing began to speed up, your heart rate increasing.

“I can’t talk about this.” You rushed out, rising to your feet and abandoning your gardening.

“I’m here doll, whenever you’re ready.” Bucky’s gentle tone caused you to let out a sob “whatever you need.”

You didn’t respond, instead opting to run into the house where you waited patiently for Jack to return home; just like a good girlfriend should.

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Jack was drunk again, more drunk than usual. He’d stumbled home in a foul mood, immediately forcing his tongue down your throat.

“I’m just tired Jack.” You said softly “why don’t we go to bed?”

“You don’t want to have sex with me.” Jack whined “you don’t even love me.”

“Of course I love you.” You brushed your thumb against his cheek “just because I’m not in the mood doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

“You can be so selfish Y/N.” He slurred “everything I do for you and you can’t even show me a bit of love.”

“Jack…you’re pressuring me…you’re making me feel uncomfortable.” You attempted to keep your voice strong.

“Again with the fucking victim complex!” Jack shouted “I’m sick of you accusing me of shit that isn’t my fault. You’re a shitty girlfriend Y/N, you know that don’t you?”

You didn’t respond, staring at your feet instead.

“I asked a fucking question!!” Jacks voice got impossibly louder as his fist collided with the wall beside your head.

“I know…I know I am.” Your voice was small, desperate not to escalate the situation.

“I forgive you babe, it’s okay.” His demeanour suddenly changed, his hands brushing up and down your sides “now come to bed and make it up to me.”

You obediently followed him, not having the energy for a fight.

As you laid in bed with his nails digging into your hips as he thrust in and out of you, you made a decision. This wasn’t right, you had to get out. You were going to get out.

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Note- I haven’t been able to do a tag list for this chapter as I’m posting it off my phone, sorry! Feedback is always appreciated. This story is like therapy for me and is really helping me work through my trauma❤️

[spicyavenger]

Next door part 2

Biker!bucky x reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Triggers- graphic domestic violence, non-con, victim blaming, swearing, anxiety, panic attacks, body shaming, gaslighting, brief mention of drug abuse, emotional abuse.

⛔️PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING AND LET ME KNOW IF IVE MISSED ANYTHING⛔️

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Jack had taken the news surprisingly well, you suspected this was because he was still feeling guilty about what had unfolded between the two of you.

“Are you ready to go?” You asked as you stepped out of your bedroom, your favourite sundress hugging your figure.

“Are you wearing that baby?” He frowned at you.

“Oh…I was going to.” You looked down at yourself, trying to pick out what was wrong with your outfit.

“I think you should change.” Jack suggested “that dress doesn’t suit you, it makes you look huge.”

You felt tears form in your eyes as you turned back to your bedroom to change again. Jack had only said that because he cared, he didn’t want people to laugh at you; but it still hurt.

You came out of your room again in another dress, one which was much baggier.

“Much better.” Jack smiled at you “can’t see all those chubby bits now.”

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You made your way over to Bucky’s hand in hand, a fake smile plastered on your face.

“You made it!” Bucky grinned at you once he noticed your presence.

“Of course we did!” You smiled back “this is my boyfriend Jack. Jack, this is Bucky.”

“It’s great to meet you pal.” Jack shook Bucky’s hand firmly “thank you for having us.”

“It’s no problem at all.” Bucky responded politely “have you nearly finished moving everything in?”

“We’re getting there, just a few more pieces of furniture we’re waiting to be delivered.” Jack explained.

“Just don’t leave your lovely girlfriend to bring everything in on her own next time.” Bucky joked.

“Are you saying I’m lazy?” Jacks body language immediately tensed.

“It was a joke buddy.” Bucky said calmly.

“It wasn’t fucking funny.” Jack retaliated, immediately gripping your arm hard enough to bruise.

“Don’t grab her like that.” Bucky ordered, noticing the way you winced.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do!” Jacks voice raised.

“Is there a problem here?” A blonde man who was a similar build to Bucky immediately came to his side.

“It’s fine steve.” Bucky waved his hand nonchalantly “just trying to teach this scumbag some fucking manners.”

Jack scowled at Bucky, your heart began beating faster when you saw the signs of jacks anger building; not wanting the situation to end in a fight.

“You’re nothing but a god damn thug.” Jack spat at Bucky, his eyes dark.

“Leave. Now.” Bucky’s voice was low as he stepped closer to Jack, his fist clenched in preparation to fight.

Jack scoffed before practically dragging you back to your shared home.

Once you were out of sight steve turned to Bucky once again “what the fuck happened there?”

“He’s a piece of shit.” Bucky’s voice was calm despite the anger coursing through him “I didn’t like the way he grabbed her either.”

“Think we should go over and intervene?” Steve suggested.

“I don’t want to make the situation worse.” Bucky sighed “I’ll go check on her tomorrow once he’s at work.”

“Whatever you think pal.” Steve clapped a hand on his friends back before turning to retrieve himself a beer.

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As soon as you were back at home Jack threw you to the floor.

“What the fuck did you tell him?” He shouted at you “did you tell him I left you to do everything on your own?”

“Of course I didn’t Jack!” You argued “I don’t know where he’s got that from.”

“You’ve been talking shit about me haven’t you?” He grabbed your hair roughly, pulling your head back so you were looking in his eyes “you’ve been flirting with that piece of shit and laughing at me haven’t you?”

“J-Jack…you’re hurting me.” Your voice wavered, fear beginning to take hold of you.

“I’m hurting you?” He scoffed “well you fucking hurt me when you cheated with that fucking idiot!”

Before you could deny the allegations you felt his boot clad foot connect with your stomach, followed by a succession of punches that blurred together.

“Fucking whore.” He mumbled as he stepped over your quivering form to retrieve a drink from the fridge before planting himself on the sofa and flicking the TV on as if nothing had happened.

You were completely frozen, terrified to move. You scooted back against the wall and wrapped your arms around your legs, rocking yourself slightly as you tried to comprehend what had just happened.

You didn’t know how much time had passed, it felt like you’d been sat there all night but in reality it couldn’t have been more than an hour. You tensed up again when you heard jacks footsteps approach, squeezing your eyes shut and attempting to keep your breathing steady.

“C’mon baby.” He said softly “let’s go to bed, you need to rest.”

You obediently took his hand and allowed him to lead you into the bedroom. He helped you change into a T-shirt to sleep in, completely ignoring the bruises that were already forming on your abdomen.

“I shouldn’t have hurt you.” He said quietly after you’d settled into bed.

“It’s okay.” You whispered.

“You shouldn’t have flirted with him though.” He spoke again.

“I’m sorry.” Your voice remained quiet, terrified of another altercation.

“I forgive you baby, it’s okay.” Jack said sweetie, pulling your body close to his.

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You woke up the next morning relieved Jack had already gone to work, unsure how you felt after what had happened the night before. This was the second time Jack had raised a hand to you, you knew you should leave; but you loved him. He’d been the perfect partner for the past 4 years, encouraging and supporting you in everything you did.

As you were making the bed your phone pinged, when you went to check it you saw it was a text from Jack.

‘Hey baby’ it said ‘I’ll come home for my lunch break so we can eat together. Have a good day. I love you’

You knew the text really meant he was coming to check up on you, to make sure you weren’t going to leave him or tell anyone what happened; which you weren’t.

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“So last night was eventful.” Steve said as he slid a coffee over to Bucky.

“Mmm.” Bucky agreed, focusing on the paperwork on his table instead of Steve’s words.

“Are you going to go speak to her?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, once I’m sure that wankers gone to work.” Bucky replied, taking a gulp of his coffee after he’d finished speaking.

“Do you think it’s a good idea…? For you to get involved?” Steve’s voice was filled with caution.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bucky challenged.

“Because of what happened…with…your mum…because of your childhood.” Steve’s voice was soft.

Bucky slammed his coffee down onto the table, the brown liquid spilling over the sides and staining the wood.

“Don’t you dare bring that up.” His voice was low “don’t bring that up ever again.”

“Buck-“ Steve approached his friend, reached out to put his hand on his shoulder, but Bucky pushed him away.

“Leave.” Bucky demanded “go to the club, you’re supposed to be VP. Do some fucking work.”

Steve scoffed, pulling on his leather jacket before turning to his friend “you can’t go through your entire life pushing people away Buck.”

Before he could responded Steve had left, leaving Bucky furious and alone.

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“Just fucking cover up.” You grumbled to your own reflection as you dabbed concealer onto a bruise on your collarbone, not wanting Jack to see it and feel guilty.

You threw your concealer down when you heard a knock at the door. Quickly making your way over to answer it.

“Bucky?” After you’d spoken you realised how rude you sounded, but the shock of seeing him on your doorstep made you forget your manners.

“Hey…Y/N.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously “I’m sorry for coming over here unannounced…I just wanted to check you were okay.”

“What do you mean?” You furrowed your brows slightly “of course I’m okay.”

“You don’t have to lie for him Y/N.” Bucky’s tone was serious “does he hurt you?”

“What? No- no of course he doesn’t!” You crossed your arms over your chest as you spoke.

“I saw him grab you last night. Does he…does he do that a lot?” He pressed, his eyes immediately drawn to the poorly covered bruise peeking out from under your jumper.

“No he doesn’t.” You said firmly “and I don’t appreciate you accusing him of stuff like that.”

“Look…you might not want to talk about it, and I understand that. I really do. But you shouldn’t stay with him, not when he hurts you.” Bucky’s tone was almost pleading.

“He doesn’t hurt me.” You said again.

“Care to explain that bruise to me then?” He asked, gesturing to the mark.

“That…that was…it was…” you tried to think of an excuse, but we’re distracted by jacks car pulling into the drive. Shit, was it 12 already?

“Hey baby.” He said as he approached, completely ignoring Bucky’s presence.

“Hey Jack.” You couldn’t help the way your voice wavered as you spoke.

“Can I help?” Jack turned to Bucky once he’d kissed you on the cheek.

“Not really.” Bucky said bluntly.

“You know barnes, I was chatting to some of the boys at work today about you. Seems you’ve got quite the reputation around here.” Jack smirked.

“Course you’re a fucking cop.” Bucky scoffed “you’re all the same.”

“I’d be careful about coming over here and harassing my girlfriend. I could get you into a lot of trouble if I wanted to.” Jacks voice was smug.

“I’d love to see you try.” Bucky challenged “besides, if I’m bothering Y/N she can tell me to leave herself.”

Jack turned to you expectantly, a slight glare on his face. Despite that you remained silent, not wanting to be rude.

“I…I…” you stammered, unsure what to say.

“Y/N.” Jacks voice was stern.

“You’re bothering me.” You rushed out, not looking Bucky in the eye.

“You know where to find me if you need me Y/N.” Bucky said softly.

You didn’t even have chance to process his words before Jack was leading you into the house.

“Jack, I-“ you tried to explain as soon as the door was closed, but before you could Jack had gripped you by the hair.

“Are you fucking him?” His voice was low, somehow that scared you more than him shouting.

“No. No of course not!” You spoke through tears “I wouldn’t do that, I love you!”

“You’re a liar!” Jack was also crying, tears streaming down his face as he threw you to the floor “how could you do this to me? How could you betray me like this?”

“Please baby, you have to believe me.” You begged, but it didn’t stop a firm punch from landing across your face.

“You’d be nothing without me Y/N!” He was shouting now “without me you’d still be living in that shitty apartment with your junkie family. I saved you, I fucking created you!”

He was right. When you’d met Jack you were living in poverty, doing your best to support your parents into checking into rehab. You were working 70 hour weeks whilst caring for your younger siblings. You were broken.

“I know you did, I know I owe all of this to you.” You sobbed “but p-please don’t hurt me, I swear I’d never betray you like that.”

Suddenly his grip on your hair vanished, his eyes widened as he took in your shaking form.

“Fuck, Y/N…I’m so…I’m so sorry.” His voice was gentle as he brushed his fingers along your bruised cheek “I can’t believe I did that…I…I wouldn’t…you know that’s not me don’t you? I’d never hurt you”

You found yourself leaning into his gentle touch, desperate for love and affection after what you’d just endured. You knew it was messed up, but you couldn’t help but crave it.

“C’mon babe, let’s get you cleaned up.” He lifted your shaking form gently from the floor, mumbling apologies as he carried you to the bedroom.

You remained silent and still as he wiped your face with a warm cloth, trying to process what had happened.

You were aware Jack was speaking, but couldn’t make out any words. Instead you curled into a ball on your bed, waiting for sleep to take you.

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Note- thank you so much to everyone who read the first part of this fic, I’m sorry it took so long to do the second part. Not proof read so sorry for any errors. Feedback is always appreciated💓

@airyonna15 @silentkiller2374

[spicyavenger]

Next door

Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary- Bucky Barnes is a biker with a bad reputation, he’s intrigued by his neighbour and hates her boyfriend.

Triggers- domestic violence, non-con, victim blaming, swearing, anxiety, panic attacks.

⛔️PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE READING AND LET ME KNOW IF IVE MISSED ANYTHING⛔️

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“The house next door has finally sold.” Steve informed his friend as he helped himself to a beer from the fridge.

“I know.” Bucky said absentmindedly “looks like it’s a young couple, they were moving some stuff in today.”

“You should go introduce yourself.” Steve suggested.

“No way.” Bucky snorted “i give it a week before they’ve heard all the stupid fucking rumours and hate my guts.”

“Positive as always buck.” Steve chuckled.

“Shut up.” Bucky shoved him by his shoulder “let’s head into work.”

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You hummed a tune absentmindedly as you ran the paintbrush along the wall. Your boyfriend lounged on the sofa with a beer, fixated on his phone as usual.

“Could you give me a hand Jack?” You asked “I can’t reach this spot up here.”

“Not right now baby.” He said softly “I’m tired from bringing all the furniture in.”

You let out a quiet sigh at his refusal to help. He’d helped you bring in the heaviest furniture, before leaving you to sort everything else on your own.

“Okay.” You smiled in his direction “the rest of the furniture is arriving tomorrow so I suppose it’s better for you to get some rest in before then.”

“You don’t give me a minute do you sweetheart?” He teased.

“I just want everything to look nice.” You laughed as you stood on your tiptoes to reach the spot that required painting “it’s our first home together.”

“I know baby.” He grinned “it’s a good job we got the money from my family, yours never would have been able to afford it.”

“I’m lucky to have you Jack.” You agreed.

“Too right you are.” He laughed “grab me a beer when you get a sec would you babe?”

“Of course.” You placed your paintbrush carefully on the tray before making your way to the fridge to retrieve him a beer.

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Jack continued to drink throughout the night; eventually passing out on the couch. When you woke him to help you with the furniture he simply mumbled and turned over.

You sighed before making your way outside to where the truck had left your new bedroom furniture. You bent down to attempt to lift up the bedside table, but it’s weight made you stumble slightly; this really was a two person job.

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Bucky downed the remainder of his coffee before grabbing the keys to his motorcycle and making his way outside. As soon as he stepped into the sunlight his eyes were drawn to you struggling to lift a piece of furniture.

“Hey!” He called over “can I give you a hand?”

“Oh…erm don’t worry…I…I can do it.” You mumbled “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Don’t worry about that doll.” Bucky smiled as he walked over to you “don’t want you hurting your back.”

“Thank you…” you responded, a shy smile making its way to your lips.

“I’m Bucky by the way.” He introduced himself “your neighbour.”

“I’m Y/N.” You responded “my boyfriend Jack and I have just moved in.”

“And he’s not helping you with all this?” Bucky gestured to the row of furniture on the sidewalk.

“He’s not feeling very well.” Technically it wasn’t a lie, Jack was hungover…he definitely wasn’t feeling well “he’s just resting.”

“Fair enough.” Bucky shrugged as he easily lifted the item on his own “just let me know where you want it.”

You led him through the front door and into your bedroom.

“Here would be great.” You gestured to the space you’d made.

He helped you with the rest of the furniture, brushing off your repeated thanks

“I should get going to work.” Bucky said as he made his way out of your house “Let me know if you need anything Y/N.”

“Thank you Bucky.” You smiled softly at him “I appreciate it.”

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“Who was that?” Jack asked once you came back into the house.

“Our neighbour.” You explained “he offered to help with the furniture.”

“You we’re flirting with him.” Jack scoffed.

“I wasn’t flirting!” You defended yourself “I’d never do that to you babe.”

“C’mere then.” Jack opened his arms “show me that you love me and not him.”

You let out a soft sigh before curling up on the sofa beside him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

He reached up to cup your breast, planting kisses down your neck as he squeezed the flesh firmly.

“Im not really in the mood.” You shuffled away from him slightly, before his other arm clamped around your waist to keep you in place.

“Shh, it’s okay baby.” He whispered in your ear “I’ll convince you.”

“I honestly don’t want to Jack.” You said firmly.

He ignored you and pushed your leggings down your legs, cupping your heat with a firm hand.

“Just relax hun.” He said softly “I’ll do all the work.”

You thought about telling him no, insisting that you didn’t want it. But you couldn’t bare the thought of an argument so allowed him to take control. Faking your orgasm so it would be over as quickly as possible.

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After Jack had finished you rushed into the bathroom to take a shower, you felt dirty.

Maybe if you’d told him no more firmly he wouldn’t have done it? You didn’t try to push him off, you didn’t tell him he was hurting you. It was your fault really, maybe he just misunderstood.

But you knew deep down he shouldn’t have done it, you’d told him you didn’t want to; and he didn’t listen.

A quiet sob fell from your lips as the hot water flowed against your skin. You’d talk to him, you’d tell him it wasn’t acceptable and you’d move on. That was the sensible thing to do.

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When you’d finished your shower you threw on some clothes before padding into the kitchen. Jack was humming to himself happily as he chopped vegetables, a small smile on his face.

“Jack?” Your voice was quiet.

“Hey baby.” He smiled at you “just making us dinner, thought you deserved a break.”

“I…erm I need to talk to you.” You did your best to sound strong.”

“Sure, what’s up?” He turned around so he was facing you, a smile still on his face.

“Well…what just happened…when we…I said no Jack. I said no and you did it anyway.” Your words were jumbled and your head was spinning as you spoke.

“What?” He looked shocked “are you saying I fucking raped you?”

“No…no of course not.” You rushed out.

“It sounds like you are.” The smile on his face had completely vanished, replaced with a look of pure rage “you can’t accuse me of shit like that.”

“But you didn’t listen Jack, you still did it!” You argued.

“How fucking dare you!” He shouted “you didn’t seem to mind when you came all over my dick did you sweetheart?”

“I…I…I didn’t.” You stammered out.

“What the fuck did you just say?” He stormed over to you, his voice quiet “are you saying you faked it?”

“I…I…” you couldn’t form any words, too overtaken by fear.

Your head snapped to the side, it took you a few seconds to realise you’d been slapped.

“Don’t ever fucking lie to me like that.” He gripped your chin harshly “you’re a little whore and you loved every fucking second.”

He pushed you away from him, a look of disgust on his face.

“Make your own fucking dinner.” He swiped his arm across the counter, causing the contents to smash on the floor “and clean up this fucking mess.”

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You’d been with Jack for 4 years and he’d never raised a hand to you before. Sure, he got angry. He shouted a lot…but he’d never hit you.

You could hear him crying in the living room, knowing he most likely felt incredibly guilty for what he’d done. It was your fault, you shouldn’t have made an issue out of something that didn’t matter.

Once you’d cleaned up the mess in the kitchen you cautiously made your way into the living room, finding him sat on the sofa with his head in his hands.

“Jack…” you said softly as you sat beside him.

“I’m so fucking sorry babe.” He looked up at you with tear stained eyes “I swear I’ll never hurt you again…but you accused me of that and I saw red…I’d never do that to you. You know that don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” You felt a surge of guilt rush through you knowing you’d upset him like this “it’s my fault, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“I forgive you.” He smiled through his tears “C’mere babe, give me a hug.”

You obediently snuggled closer to him so he could wrap his arms around you. It made you feel safe and secure, the stinging on your cheek long forgotten.

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Jack had gone to work so you busied yourself trying to tame the overgrown weeds at the front of your house. After around an hour you noticed Bucky leaving his house.

“Hi Bucky.” You waved, a smile immediately appearing on your face.

“Hey Y/N.” He grinned as he leant over the fence to greet you “looks like you’re keeping yourself busy today?”

“Just trying to make it look presentable out here.” You laughed, and Bucky swore it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.

“Hey…are you okay?” He frowned slightly as he took in your appearance “your face looks a little bruised.”

“Oh…I’m fine.” You said, there was no point telling him what happened. It was no big deal “I managed to open a kitchen cupboard right onto my face.”

“Ouch.” Bucky smiled softly “make sure you ice it.”

“I will.” You nodded.

“I was actually wondering if you and Jack are free tomorrow night?” Bucky asked boldly, surprising even himself “I’m hosting a little get together, you’re more than welcome to come.”

“Really?” You said excitedly “that would be great! Thank you so much!”

“It’d be great to have you there.” He smiled again “I’ll see you both at 8pm?”

“We’ll be there.” You agreed happily, excited to spend some time with your neighbour and his friends.

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Authors note- sorry for any spelling mistakes and grammar errors, this is my first fanfic! I find writing helps me work through my own trauma and found this very therapeutic to write, there will be multiple parts to this story :)