picking and throwing clothes into a small basket wasn't your favorite way to spend your saturday. especially being forced into it, after that whole fucking fight chase was enraged at you, calling out orders telling you to do every fucking thing at his wish and command. you really wanted to stand up to him and not do it, even though the possible result at the end wasn't the best, and honestly, you weren't complaining. your humble-abode was getting all messy and cramp from the past weeks. and it kind of gave you an excuse to do something productive.

it was kind of like cleaning back at home. cleaning up after your parents, when they brought random strangers home, coming and leaving an enormous mess in your house for you to clean up. it was like a parallel of your fucked up universe. you lightly chuckled at that thought.

a sudden drop of red appeared on your plain white shirt, bringing back your focus. you ignored it, thinking it was just ketchup stains, then again another red dot appeared. you rubbed your nose, a slick pool of ember on the tip. blood. you swiftly dropped the clothes as more blood starts pouring down. you rushed your way to the bathroom, sticking toilet papers up to your nostrils. a knock suddenly makes its way to your ears. you audibly groaned, too many things happening at the same time.

"i'm coming!"

you stuffed more tissues in your nose as more blood seeped through. you stumbled across the floor, heading straight to the door. you swing the door open, freezing upon a lost-looking bucky barnes standing right outside. he was looking around at the other apartments, not paying attention to your abrupt presence. you were internally panicking, but on the outside, you tried to keep sane. after a couple of what seemed like long minutes, he finally spoke, "you're a few doors away from steve. what a funny coincidence."

you raised your eyebrows, "w- what are you doing here," you huffed at him, trying to keep your voice down. you looked back in your place, seeing if any movement happened in the other room. you assumed chase was asleep, and you wanted to keep it that. after what chase pulled, you didn't really want him seeing you and the so-called "biker" here together. bucky noticed your uncomfortable stance. he kept seeing you shift around looking back. he wanted to ask but was it his business?

"well, doll," he looked at you up and down. you had changed out of that large shirt he gave you before and traded it for a sweater with his own boxers underneath. he thought it was adorable, kind of funny even. his feelings confused him, sometimes he tries to compliment a person, but on occasion, he would accidentally insult them.

and honestly, he didn't really know what the root of it came from. "i just wanted to give your stuff back," he pulled out his hand from behind your jacket nicely folded, and your keys right on top. you huffed, you took it out of his hand, you awkwardly waved at him. you stood there not knowing what to do, wondering if you should leave him high and dry, but he looked down at you like you forgot something.

your mind clicked.

"oh fuck," you dropped your stuff, the keys hitting the floor with a large ping sound. you silently cursed at yourself, hoping it didn't wake chase up. you covered your nose, looking away, "sorry, shit." bucky enjoyed every second of that, the realization on your face seeing how embarrassed you were that he saw your cost of being a drug addict. bucky mentally slapped himself. you fuckin' sadist, tell her you don't care.

"darlin', you don't have to hide your face with me. you got nothing to hide right," he leaned against the side of your door, a cheeky grin on his face. you twirled your body around, faking up a smile, "yeah yeah, barnes, i got plenty to hide."

"woah! so dense. just relax, and you can thank me for getting your stuff back. maybe startin' with a name?"

you stood up straight, not really knowing what to say. you softly grabbed bucky's chin, rubbing it oh so delicately with the very tips of your fingers. his eyes locked with yours, like a lovesick puppy. maybe the blood made him more aroused. it was disgusting even tho his body was telling him something different. you went closer to his ears, "find someone else to fuck, barnes," you brushed your lips against him as you pulled away. you picked up your stuff, slowly shutting the door.

as the last bit of your apartment almost vanished, he heard a faint voice from afar, "y/n by the way," then it shut, leaving a very much confused but horny bucky stranded outside.

"who was that!" you heard your boyfriend's voice as he broke the sexual tension that snuck in.

you sighed, taking the tissues out of your nose, throwing them off the trash, "no one!"

you mumbled to yourself, "i need some fucking drugs."

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yeah bucky being a sadist and having a blood kink is something special to me 🧍‍♀️

if theres any mistakes im gonna SCREAM

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