You’re not sure if those kind of creatures even exist. But once you look into his mesmerizing blue eyes, and dark red lips, the unfathomable desire to have him drives you to hell and back. You want him, you need him.
•A Little Party Never Killed Nobody - Fergie
•Lovit - Marian Hill
•Kill And Run - Sia
•One Time - Marian Hill
•Bedroom Hymns - Florence + The Machine
•Together - The xx
•Crazy=Genius - Panic! At The Disco
•Young And Beautiful - Lana Del Rey
•Hearts A Mess - Gotye
•Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nico Vega
A fic about Bucky x Reader who meet at the library and then go home after talking about books for hours and then you know…. SEX (Anon)
(Just something quick I whipped up. By that I mean I got bored in a lecture and wrote this instead of taking notes, so it may not be great due to me having someone talking about Victorian people in the background distracting me. Enjoy anyway)
You walk down the long aisles of the library, your eyes scanning the high rows of books on either side of you. You find what you are looking for, but it is on the top shelf. Damn your hobbit legs. You push onto your toes, stretching your arms, straining to be tall enough to grab the one book you need.
“Want a hand?” You hear a silky voice ask from behind you. You roll back onto the flats of your feet and let your arms fall to your side, turning slowly.
“How long have you been watching me struggle?” You ask accusingly, narrowing your eyes.
“Long enough to know that when you stretch your arms up your dress rises and shows me a lot more than I bargained on seeing at the library.”
“Perv.” You mutter, watching as he walks over to the shelf and plucks the book you had been reaching for off the shelf, examining the cover.
“Wuthering Heights huh?”
“It’s a classic.” You spit, grabbing it from his clutches and stalking off. You pull out a chair at one of the huge tables in the middle of the library and sit down, opening the cover of Wuthering Heights. With a sigh, you watch the creepy guy sit opposite you, flashing you a grin, holding his own copy of the book.
Two Hours Later
“Look, all I am saying is I don’t like Nelly!” You cry, a slight smile on your face. Bucky had quickly apologised and introduced himself, winning you over by jabbering on and on about various books you just so happened to love.
“How can you not like Nelly?! She’s awesome!”
“Bronte just uses her a vehicle through which to accelerate the narrative. Without Nelly poking her nose into things that don’t concern her, we wouldn’t get certain information that is crucial to the book.”
“Do that again.” Bucky says, dramatically shivering.
“Talk smart. Man that does things to me. So sexy.”
“Oh shut up.” You murmur, looking down in embarrassment.
“Oh don’t push me.” You say, looking up and smirking.
“You know what I would just love.” He muses, resting his chin on his hands and looking at you intently. “To see you only wearing your glasses and heels.”
“I…” You gasp, your mouth wide. “I live 5 minutes down the block.”
Bucky grins, slamming his book shut. “Well then, what are we waiting for?”
50: “Can I braid your hair?“ 77: “She does things to me.”
A/N: This is really short, so consider this a drabble.
“They call him Buck.” You sang to the beat of The Ting Ting’s ’That’s Not My Name,’ skipping around the living room as Bucky read a newspaper.
“They call him Bucky.” You pointed at him as you danced. “They call him Buck. They call him Buck.”
“Yes, (Y/N). That’s my name.”
“That’s not his name!” You shouted.
“Yes it is, (Y/N).” Bucky laughed.
“Is that his name?”
“That’s not his name.” You shouted as you jumped in front of him.
“What the fuck, (Y/N). What are you-“
“We don’t…Know.” You sang as you straddled his lap, laughing as he looked confused as hell.
“What was that all about?”He asked, setting the newspaper to his side.
“I don’t know. I saw this post on the internet that said that and I found it funny.” You smiled. He slowly nodded his head. “But yeah. Just bored.”
“Mmhh. Okay.” He said. You looked at him to continue, but he didn’t so he just looked at you. “What?”
“That’s it?” You asked. “Not gunna entertain me?”
“I’m too lazy, doll.” He pouted. You shook your head.
“Fiine..” You said, voice slowly fading. “Can I braid your hair?” You asked as you bounced on his lap.
“Fine.” Bucky said, giving in. “Why can’t I just braid your hair?” He asked as you laid down and gestured for him to lay down on you. He obliged as he pushed his hair up, making it all sprawl out on your chest.
“Remember what happened last time?” You asked.
“Oh..Oh yeah.” He said as his laughter took up the room. “That was funny.”
“It was not!” You said as you lightly shoved his head, starting to braid small sections of his brown hair. Steve made me cut my hair because of your damn arm! It hurt, too.” You said, tightening the braids.
“Like that.” You laughed.
“What are you guys up to?” Sam asked, walking into the room.
“Braiding Buck’s hair.” You said, finishing the last braid.
Sam started laughing as he took a picture of Bucky on the couch. “The Winter Soldier being pampered.” he smiled.
“Not cool, man.” Bucky frowned. You pushed him to sit up and stood up to get a better look at him.
“You look stunning.” You smiled, kissing his lips. “well, gotta go, boys. Got a mission briefing to go to.” You said, waving to Bucky in the braids and Sam as he stood there laughing.
Sambucky headcanon: Sam gets captured by hydra or someone who wants to know all about the winter soldier. So Sam starts going off about all the things Bucky does like you wanna know about the winter soldier? Let me tell you that lil shit cheats at mario kart EVERYTIME, he has this obsession with snickers bars he eats like 3 a day, he always steals the tv remote etc until the bad guy is finally like enough and Sam says oh one more thing. He's right behind you. cue Bucky kicking ass and saving Sam