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pretty when you cry - prologue

series masterlist / chapter one

*originally posted to @bellareadsandrecs on 01/23/22*

pairing: dark!biker!bucky x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. body insecurities, public humiliation, mentions of panic attacks, anxiety. future chapters will contain noncon/dubcon smut. 18+ ONLY.

words: 1.6k

notes: short little prologue to get this set up. let’s see how this goes. 🙂

This is a DARK series!!! Please proceed with abundant caution!

Two years ago

“Oh, honey, did you really think I was serious?” His dark voice laughed.

You couldn’t breathe. You felt like you were going to pass out. How could this be happening? Actually, that was a stupid question. Of course this was happening. Why would you ever think a man like him would be interested in a girl like you?

He was in his 40’s and you were about to be 23 come next month. He was tall and fit and attractive enough by everyone else’s standards. He wasn’t really your type but when he asked you out to the bar’s Halloween Bash, you just agreed. No one had ever asked you out before. And there he was, being nice to you and calling you “honey”. You weren’t exactly the most confident gal around, you had insecurities abound in regards to your body, but he didn’t seem to care at all. So you agreed and left your shift at the bar that night thinking of the cute costumes you could go as.

Now here you were, dressed as a dumb little deer with tears forming in your doe eyes as Brock berated you in front of the entire bar. The bar, you might add, where you work. The bar that his “biker club” hangs out in nearly every night. The bikers who were now surrounding you and laughing at your public humiliation. The worst part was that when you looked into the mirror before getting there, you actually felt really fucking pretty. Prettier than you’d felt in a long time. And god, you were so excited to come to this stupid bar to meet up with this asshole guy and go on your first date.

It was really naive on your part, you had to admit. Why would this man who’s seen you nearly every day for the past two years suddenly come up to you and start sweet talking you? If you had given it much thought, you’re sure you would have realized that he was just messing with you. And now you recalled every laugh he gave you during that conversation last week - and every laugh you had given in return. Unfortunately for you, you were never truly in on the joke.

After two whole minutes of his cruel words and taunts, your ears started ringing and all you could make out was the sound of drunken laughter. You turned tail and ran out of the bar, tears streaming down your face.

“Oh come on, don’t leave now, honey! You look so pretty when you cry!” He shouted after you.

You finally made it home after having a full on attack in the safety of your car. You pulled yourself up the porch and into your small but little home. You rented for now, but had dreams of buying the place one day. You weren’t exactly sure you wanted to stay in this town anymore, though. Not when more and more bikers seem to show up every day. It’d be a different story if they weren’t so cruel to everyone and anyone they crossed paths with.

Damn, you thought. You really should have known. Hindsight is 20/20.

You made your way to the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror. You didn’t get it. You stared and stared and stared.

You did look pretty. You looked really, really pretty. Even with the streaks of tears on your face, you couldn’t find it in yourself to say otherwise. How can what you see be so drastically different from what everyone else must see? You didn’t get it. But as you started to undress in front of the mirror, it became clearer. You had short legs. Thick legs. Big arms. And a little stomach too. You were by no means thin. You had an ass and nice boobs, though. Sometimes you thought that maybe made up for the rest of your body that you couldn’t find agreeable. Other times, like now, it just all came together and you cried in front of the mirror about how gross people must view you as. It was a terrible feeling. No one should ever hate their own body so much. You logically knew that. You knew if you saw someone else walking around looking exactly the way you do, you wouldn’t think any of these negative thoughts about them. So why then, do you keep doing it to yourself? You had asked yourself that question many times. But tonight you had a reason. Because tonight, you had every terrible thought you’d ever thought about yourself thrown right back at you by a completely different person. It wasn’t just you this time. It wasn’t just in your mind. It was all around you. The agreements of those people in the bar, their laughter at your expense. Suddenly you felt validated in viewing yourself that way. Because they viewed you that way too. You finally peeled your eyes away from your figure in the mirror and got in the shower. You tried desperately to wash away the shame and hurt. It didn’t work. You fell asleep later that night only after tiring yourself out from crying.

The next day you called your boss, Jack, to let him know you wouldn’t be coming in. And that you needed to change your schedule. No more closing shifts. You didn’t want to see any of those people again if you didn’t have to. Jack was understanding but let you know that he wouldn’t be able to give you weekday shifts anymore - he simply didn’t need anyone working when no customers were there.

“I get it, that’s fine. Weekend day shifts are fine, thanks, Jack.” you said sweetly before hanging up the phone and calling your friend Eva.

She was your age and beautiful. You’d been best friends since she moved into town four years back. You had started as roommates before she moved in with her boyfriend two years ago. That’s when you found your cozy little house and decided to try living on your own. Although you don’t live together anymore, you still spend as much time as possible with each other.

You tried to tell Eva about your night but started crying again before you could get anything out.

“Oh, y/n! Don’t cry! I’m on my way right now, I’ll be right over!” She promised before hanging up.

It was twenty minutes later she arrived at your door with food from the diner she worked at in hand and her uniform still on.

“Did you really leave work for me?” You asked as tears threatened to flood your vision once more.

“Of course I did! You don’t just hear your best friend break down on the phone and not run over as fast as possible. I know you’d do the same for me,” she said as she pulled you into a hug.

You walked back inside and told her everything.

“Goddamn bikers,” she spoke through clenched teeth. “I told you they were only trouble. From the moment I first saw them ride into town, remember?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled at the memory. You had been walking downtown, about to cross the street, when a motorcycle cut right in front of the both of you. Eva immediately lost it and started ranting and raving about how there’s a motorcycle everywhere you turn now and how you can’t even legally cross the street without having to worry about a bike taking you out.

“You didn’t deserve that, you know,” she said seriously as she looked into your eyes. “I’m serious. Even if you weren’t one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever known, even if you were actually really ugly, you still wouldn’t have deserved that.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her words. And you didn’t have it in you to argue with her. You simply nodded your head and pulled her into another hug.

You spent the rest of the night watching movies, eating the food she had brought over, and talking about the small town gossip. Eva also brought up the idea of you working at Norman’s Diner with her. She’s tried plenty of time before to get you to quit the bar and work with her. She never liked you working there, always said it was too unsafe. She was right, but you couldn’t just up and quit. It was your first ever job and you couldn’t just leave Jack hanging like that. But now with your schedule change, you did need a new job to work during the week. Lucky for you, Eva was recently promoted to assistant manager. She said you’d just need to come down to the diner tomorrow and fill out some paperwork and you could start right away. She also said she’d make sure you were always scheduled together, “it’ll be fun!”

You agreed and the rest was history. You worked the diner Tuesdays through Friday mornings and then worked the bar’s day shift Friday and Saturday. It was a good schedule and you couldn’t complain. You’d managed to avoid Brock and his men since the incident and life was going well.

About a year and a half later, you heard gossip around town that Brock and his gang had been run out. You were incredibly relieved that you wouldn’t have to worry anymore about running into him or any other biker when you were just out and about. That relief was short lived though, when you heard that they had been run out by a different club. A club whose reputation truly preceded them. From the stories you’d been told, you decided it was best to still steer clear of any bikers you may happen to see around town. The prospect of having a run in of any kind with any of them truly scared you more than the other bikers had. You still kept to yourself mostly and avoided the town’s nightlife as you always did. Life continued and you didn’t find yourself in any more trouble. Until you did.

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