dark!writer!Bucky x reader
Warnings: kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, manipulation, and gaslighting.
Steve wasn't kidding when he said that Buckys visits were going to be limited. For six weeks he only allowed Bucky to visit once a week and onky for an hour. The hour was complete supervised and there was no whispering allowed between us.
During that time Steve worked on his art for his big showcase in Europe. I wasn't sure what he painted. He never asked me to pose for anything. He just sat in his corner and he painted, never showing me the finished product.
Steve's now on his second week in Europe. Bucky comes to visit every other day.
I'm ashamed to admit my favorite that leans towards Bucky. I was made for Steve! Steve is my purpose!
Yet, I can't help but acknowledged the little butterflies I get when I see Bucky walk through that door. The smile that creeps up as I watch him play with Frodo. The sigh of satisfaction as he reads to me and scratches my scalp.
I paced the studio in excitement. Today is my birthday, as well as the ten month mark of Stevie finding me. Bucky promised me an exciting present. Something he said I would never guess.
I hope it's knitting needles and yarn. I've been hinting for weeks that I would like to take up the hobby.
As the thoughts filled my brain I finally had to sit as Frodo began to weave through my walking legs.
Finally, I heard the lock turn. The door opened and there he stood. He carried a suitcase and a cat carrier?
"Bucky?" I giggled, "did you get me another kitten? I'm not sure how my Frodo will feel about that."
I lifted my cat into my arms, kissing his fat face. He purred loudly into my chest, sending me three slow blinks.
"No, no, Love" the pet name was new. Steve told him he wasn't to call me Angel any longer. "We're gonna go on a trip."
My heart fell into my stomach. He stared at me with a nervous grin.
"No," I shook my head aggressively, "I can't leave here. This is where I'm meant to be!"
I stood up, backing away from the man. He suddenly felt like a stranger. His phone rang in his pocket. He pulled the device out and quickly silenced it.
"You should answer that, it's probably Stevie." I almost begged him, fighting the tightness in my chest.
"He's doing you an injustice, Love." He looked to be fighting tears, more successfully then I am. "You're too beautiful to be locked in a cage like this, away from the entire world."
"Bucky, I can't, I can't leave. Please don't make me." I cried, holding Frodo tightly. He mewed in distress.
Bucky gave me a watery smile, placing his suitcase on my bed.
"Do you trust me?" He asked, eyes wide.
I sniffed, wiping my eyes with the side of my hand. I stared at him. That sweet smile tainted with nerves and fear.
"I trust you Buck."
He opened the suitcase before pulling out a small bottle and a white rag. He poured the contents onto the rag before slowly walking towards me.
"Just breathe this in for a few minutes and I'll do the rest."
I could only watch him as he grew closer to me. I allowed the cat to fall from my grip. My hands shook with each step.
