Tarantism: the urge to overcome melancholy by dancing
Author’s Note: I used @makamu-a-tumbling‘s AU version of Hans Landa for this prompt. Mostly because I saw this as an opportunity for some more Landa/Shosanna feels and I am more comfortable shipping them when Landa isn’t a Nazi asshole. I hope you guys enjoy it!
Summary: Two people on the run. One a mysterious, leather-wearing stranger. The other a beautiful, dangerous dame. Who knows what’ll happen when they meet?
Chapter Summary: Reader is alone at a diner when Bucky enters. They start a conversation, both intrigued with each other
Warnings: This is a story that switches off between both reader’s and Bucky’s point of view
Author’s Note: Okay, I’ve always loved the idea of Bucky being a bad ass leather-wearing motorcycle-driving all around bad boy who has a thing for dangerous, quiet girls and I’m like super into the diner date au thing and yeah. Hope y'all enjoy! Also I recommend listening to the song “My Type” by Saint Motel throughout the whole story, it fits.
I played with the straw of my smoothie, the contents mostly melted at the bottom. I gazed around the diner, amazed at how they made it resemble the 1950s. A jukebox in the corner, neon lights, bright white tiled counter, small red seating booths. Even the waiters dressed up like the past.
I let out a small sigh and decided to take a sip from my drink. I let out a sputter of disgust when I realized it was strawberry. Why had I ordered strawberry?
I pushed my smoothie glass out in front of me, farther across the table. I wasn’t in the mood for it anyway.
I heard the bell at the door jingle, meaning a customer had entered. I was surprised, really. It was late at night and no one was here except for me, two horny teenagers, and Scott, the owner of the place. He was a close friend of mine and I told him I needed somewhere to crash and he offered for me to stay at his diner, a remote place.
I was waiting to hear the murmur of voices as Scott took the customer’s order, but it never came. Instead the person had decided to come up to me.
“Hey doll, mind if I join you?”
Scott’s diner was where Bucky needed to be. It was the only place he was always provided shelter whenever he needed to lay low.
This diner had it all. It was isolated far out in a small, lazy town and Bucky enjoyed the vibe of the place. And Bucky tended to enjoy few things.
When Bucky stepped into the place he expected Scott to be closing up and providing him the key to the back room, but that wasn’t the case. Instead there were two teens in a corner making out and a lady sitting alone at a booth, looking distastefully at the smoothie in front of her.
Bucky knew it was a bad idea, but instead of going up to Scott (who was wiping down the front counter) he headed over to the dame who had caught his eye.
As Bucky made his way over, he didn’t know what to say. He only pulled up a blank. Wow, that was a first. This girl must be something special.
“Hey doll, mind if I join you?” It was the first thing that popped up in his mind last minute.
As he waited for her response, Bucky’s gaze faltered when they made eye contact. She was attractive. She had an all round ‘don’t mess with me’ look and her eyes pierced straight into Bucky’s soul.
I need to know who she is.
When I looked up I expected some pervy douche to be smiling down at me but I was met with a tall, handsome stranger.
He had enticing blue-gray eyes, a mysterious demeanor and long, chestnut hair I wanted to run my fingers through.
Okay, where had that come from?
I let out a small scoff, “Yeah, sure pretty boy.”
He shot me a grin and slid into the seat across from me. “So, what brings a fine dame like you to place like this?”
I rolled my eyes. “Need a place to stay.”
He bit his lip and smiled, “What a coincidence. So do I.”
“Really?” I didn’t believe him. What were the odds of me and him coming to the same place both with the same needs? Unless Scott had planned something…
I looked over to where Scott was but he was just mindlessly cleaning up the area paying no attention to me or the stranger across from me.
As if we didn’t exist.
“Okay well, don’t expect me to just welcome you with open arms,” I muttered staring straight at the guy.
“The name’s James, but you can call me Bucky.” He laid all out in the seat, one leg set out in front of him and one on the floor. His left arm was slung over the back of the booth’s seat. The sleeve of his leather jacket hiked up a fraction and I saw a bit of ink poking out. Tattoo?
“Well, James nice to meet you.” I said while playing with one of my cold fries that was long forgotten.
“Pleasure’s all mine.” James leaned over and grabbed a few fries from the small basket beside me and munched on them cheerfully.
“You know those are cold, right?” I said with a bit of disgust.
He just shrugged his shoulders, “As long as it’s food, I’m good.”
I didn’t respond and just stared at him. Who made chewing fries look so good?
“So doll, never quite caught your name..”
“Okay, first. Don’t call me doll. Also, the name’s Y/N.” I shot James a glare.
“Okay, doll.” James smirked, but I could tell it was playful. It was as if he was waiting to see what I would do, trying to get to know me better. But who would want to know more about me?
Bucky thought Y/N looked cute when she was angry. He was crazy enough to say it kinda even turned him on.
Her pink lips jutted out a bit and her eyebrows crinkled as she maintained her frown. She was the kind of lady who meant business and Bucky just wanted to take her home and show her how he really was.
He needed her like he was the desert and she was the water.
“So Y/N, have any plans for the night?” Bucky smiled, trying not to show how she got into his brain and made him want to do bad things.
“Oh, you know just the usual. Sit alone at a diner, talk it up with a stranger..that sort of thing.” She said it lightly, as if she couldn’t be bothered by Bucky’s presence.
“That’s weird. I had the exact same plans.”
“Well, looks like we’ve got a lot in common James.”
Bucky hated when people called him James, but when Y/N did it he just wanted her to keep on saying it. It rolled off her tongue sweetly.
Bucky wanted to make her moan it.
Whoa, Buck. Get a hold of yourself. You just met her.
“I guess we do, doll.” Bucky brushed at his leather jacket, picking off an imaginary piece of fluff. “Whaddya say I join you tonight. I need the company, y’know.”
Y/N crossed her arms below her chest which pushed her breasts up through her v-neck lace up.
Bucky licked his lips subconsciously, almost missing what Y/N said.
“I guess I’ll let you stay with me tonight, James.”