Fake fic title: Wild Flowers at Sunset
Summary: Bucky uses an inopportune time to let you know how he feels about you.
Warnings/Genres/Troupes: confident reader, Bucky being cocky (that’s a warning), sex work mentioned, prelude to smut, love confession.
W/C: 1,134.
Characters: Bucky Barnes, you, OMC.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity).
A/N: thank you @justagirlinafandomworld for the inspo (even thought it took a while to kick in 💟)
Betas: @deanwinchesterswitch
Graphics: made by me on canva.
Master Lists: Made Up Fic Titles // Bucky Barnes // All The Fandoms
“You’re doing great,” Bucky talks into his glass, taking a sip of the amber liquid that is never going to get him drunk. “Guy’s putty in those beautiful hands of yours.” Though he’s sitting across the bar, you're wearing an earpiece. He has a clear view of you and sees the corner of your mouth quirk up slightly. Then he can’t help himself. “God, this dude is a loser,” he sighs, “He hasn’t even asked one question about you. No wonder he has to pay for it.”
There’s that half smirk again, hiding behind a sip of your Appletini - which he knows you hate - but your date insisted on ordering for you.
“Head of a tech startup company,” Bucky scoffs, “that’s code for I’m a keyboard warrior living in my Mom’s basement.”
You splutter around your glass, and your date, Oliver, has the sense to offer you a napkin. “Sorry,” you say to your date, voice as sweet as your drink, but the finger you use to scratch your cheek flips Bucky off, and then he’s the one laughing.
“Sorry, doll.” Though he really isn’t. He’s bored as hell and knows you are, too. But he signed up for this to make amends, help the police and all the other agencies with letters, and some without, to bring down the bad guys.
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