Y/n is a girl with a terrifying past and a longing emptiness inside of her.
She wants to learn to love, her heart pleads for it and her body craves it.
Bucky Barnes is a man with many secrets- one In particular, He's not kind or vulnerable, that wa...
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The day started off like any other day... waking abruptly from my intricate nightmares with no one to hold me, completely alone.
I walked over to the bathroom in my small, cozy apartment.
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Bags rested just beneath my eyes, I lifted my shirt like every day and as usual there laid the cuts and bruises from my past. I foolishly believed that maybe one day I would wake up and the scars would be gone, obviously not.
"What are you doing Y/n..." i said to myself. I slipped my tracksuits off and hoped in the shower feeling the warm water on my cold, empty skin. I wrapped a towel around me and chose what I was going to wear today. I wanted to go out because I had spent the last week feeling sorry about myself since Thomas and I, my boyfriend got into a huge argument-like usual- but this time it got aggressive and to be honest, I was scared of him.
I chose to wear this:
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I slipped on my leather jacket and black dr martins with the classic yellow stitching, swiftly, I opened the door and stepped out breathing in the wonderful smell of weed form her lovely neighbours next door. "aah lovely." I said to myself with a sarcastic look, on my way past I gave their door a welcoming middle finger and ran off.
I stepped through the metal gates of the apartment building and walked down the pavement. Even though I had lived there for almost 2 years I still couldn't get over the "concrete jungles." also known as New York.
I made my way down to the local coffee shop to get the usual from Darcy, I loved Darcy out of all the people that I had met since Coming to New York she was the one that made me feel most welcome and she was one of my closest friends seeing as I didn't have many. "Hey darce!" I said "Oh hey Y/n :), let me guess the usual?" She chuckled "wow, you know me so well." I said sarcastically letting out a small giggle.
Just as I sat down with my warm coffee my phone started vibrating in my pocket I glanced at it- oh god- I thought to myself. "Who is it?" Shouted Darcy form across the counter. "Him." I said with a slight fright in my voice "ugh not that man slut." she sneered. Hesitantly I answered the phone. I stayed quiet "Y/n... I'm sorry I'm so sorry i didn't want it to get out of hand and I honestly didn't mean to hit you like that." Darcys eyes shot up as she heard what he did, His words sounded pained but before I could answer Darcey grabbed the phone and hang up instantly. "he HIT you!?" She said surprised. "Yes but I'm fine he didn't mean it." I looked down knowing the words that came out my mouth weren't entirely true. "Look you need a break were going out to a bar tonight and your going to hook up with a chunk of hotness OK?" I looked at her and couldn't help but laugh at the fact she just said 'chunk of hotness' "well" I said "if that chunk of hotness isnt Dylan O'Brien than I don't want it." We both looked at eachother and laughed, being given dirty looks from all the oldies in the coffee shop. We slapped our hands over each other's mouths, just so the shop didn't get bad reviews on Yelp.
