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lovelybarnes · 8 months

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Romantic Cannibalism (is there any other kind?)- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: obvious cannibalism mention but it's very light, reader is a little obsessed with bucky in that normal way that he is with her about: want. prompt "i've never wanted anything as much as i want you."

"Please."

"No."

"Bucky." You twist to catch his eye, hands snaking to sandwich one of his. "Please."

He purses his lips, looks about to indulge—"No."

You wilt, collapsing on his chest. "I want him really badly," you insist gravely, the fine peaks of your voice dulled by his shirt.

He settles a hand at your waist and another right below the nape of your neck, rubbing sympathetically. "I know."

You tilt your chin up to look at him, brows angled high, lips petulant. "You don't."

He laughs, pausing his condolences to press his thumb on the part of your lips, warm fingers indenting the soft of your cheeks, warmth behind your eyes. "A little dramatic." He taps your cupid's bow scornfully.

"You're going to abandon a puppy? A little puppy?"

"It's not going to work on me."

You blink up at him wetly. "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure."

You slant your eyes, laying your head fully into his palm. Bucky Barnes looks very different in this light. You feel your heart squeeze very, very tightly, something sharp and desperate shooting up your fingertips like curling veins. Your fingers twitch, but you lean in closer. "So not one-hundred percent."

He shakes his head, bumping his nose against yours very much on purpose. "You might be insufferable."

"You wanna know what might make that scale tip to your side?"

"We're not getting another dog."

"This is awful," you bemoan. "You're going to have to drag me out blindfolded. I want him to understand I am wholly against this."

Bucky considers this, eyes dragging on your crossed arms and set shoulders. To your credit, you look distinctly resolute. He shrugs. "Okay."

"What?" You gasp when he bends at the waist, a steady arm holding your legs when he throws you over his shoulder. "No!" You grasp for the little dog too far away, arms outstretched with theatrics. He stares after you, whining softly.

"This is on you," he reminds, squeezing the fat of your thigh as he steps out the door. One of the employees waves goodbye, a phone pressed between their cheek and shoulder.

"I still love you," you admit solemnly, letting your weight drape over him when the sun hits.

"Yeah, me too." Once he's close to the car, he plants you back on the ground. Metaphorically, because he lays you a little atop the car so he can tug at your shirt and fix your hair. You let him prod as he likes, happy to observe the casual search of his eyes. One of your own hands reaches up, particularly selfishly, to smooth his stray hairs back to their places, a curled index remaining because it wants to.

Bucky Barnes very likely might be the love of your life. You are very likely to be the love of his. It's not enough sometimes to know, even to be sure. Sometimes you want his heart wedged right next to yours inside your chest, and you covet it so badly it hurts.

He brushes something off your cheek and sets you down properly, twirling you when he rounds the car to your side, your hand in his. He opens the car door for you, the ache in your chest spilling over, crawling up your throat. And it's awful, truly, how much you want him. It's selfish and ugly and bloody and you never want him to see its extent but at the same time need him to comprehend it.

It borders need, crossing at times like these, where his nails graze your skin at the right angle or he looks at you a certain way. When life shifts in an indescribable way—clearing, blurring, getting worse, getting better.

He helps you into your seat, already reaching for a seatbelt. You feel like a princess, but it's his smile that flips your stomach. "All good?"

"Mhm." Want. Wantwantwantwant.

You'd like to think it's at least somewhat gentle because your love is there, too, mostly kind but always staining. It's a shame it's just that—a comfort. Because it has teeth nonetheless, and it's crawled into your ribs and hidden there, rearing its head each time it feels like it.

He shuts your door and comes in through the driver's side, checking you over once more before starting the car.

Visceral.

"I hope you know," you start, chiding, "that Reginald and Ducky would've loved a sibling."

"Do you see how you didn't mention Alpine or Chicken?" His brows furrow. "It sounds like we own a farm. You realize how the names I pick are the only normal ones?"

"First of all, Reginald is not a normal pet name," you chastise. "Secondly... that was on purpose," you admit. "But it's a pretty good percentage."

"It's the same percentage."

You throw your head back and groan. "Why do you do this to me?"

He glances at you, granting you a view to the amusement he hides in the sweet edges of his eyes. "You know me."

He takes one hand off the wheel and wiggles his fingers in your direction, grazing your thigh with each movement. You take it with a big breath, fiddling with the warm tips of his fingers. He hooks his pinky on your ring finger and doesn't let go for the entire car ride, even as you complain in the mournful way you do between recounts of your day, rubbing hearts on his skin.

He's vile, you think, aching so horribly to have him impossibly more. Dreadful, dreadful man.

You're silent when you arrive at home, the claws of your savage heart making indents on your sternum.

"What are you thinking about?" he asks, little finger pressing gently into the ridges of your knuckles.

"It'll scare you."

"When has that scared me off?" he says, particularly fond.

"That's true," you chime. Awful, awful—"Never."

He raises an eyebrow. Your heart jumps savagely and you feel it grasp at your clavicle, explanation for it impossible. There aren't enough words and there isn't enough discipline.

"I have never wanted anything as badly as I want you," you explain at last, thoughftul. Your attention doesn't stray from him, observing his reaction.

He cocks his head. "You have me."

"I want more," you beseech. "I want everything."

"I'll give it to you if I figure what it is I haven't yet," he offers.

"You're sick," you say fondly, curling around him in a hug. You squeeze as hard as you can and wish you could nestle him in that space where your ribs meet and introduce him to the mountain of want that you have for him. "This is new. It's like I want to eat you."

He laughs. "Sure."

"In a romantic way."

"The way cannibalism usually is."

"Don't make eating people weird."

"Right. Sorry."

You nudge your nose against his pulse and kiss him. "It's never been like this before. It's overwhelming."

"I know," he says, a little ragged. He clears his throat and pulls away. "I know," he repeats ardently, the gentle pinch of his eyelashes letting you know he does. He holds you a little tighter.

A dying star bursts in your chest like a transient goodbye, deafening and palliating. "I don't think that's ever happened before."

"I very sincerely doubt that."

"Do you want to eat me too?" you ask emphatically.

He thinks about it for a second and shrugs. "A little. I mainly just don't want you to leave."

You grin, excited, and pull his face to yours to kiss him. "Me neither. Ever."

"Yeah," he tells you happily.

"I love you," you say. "I love you." He accepts your affection like a cat in sunlight, his own star heavy and lasting.

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yet-another-fan-girl9 · 4 years

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Make You Mine

Request: Bucky x reader where reader works as Tony's assistant/ works in the lab and is an introvert and is secretly in love with Bucky and decides to confess her feelings through a letter, and to sing a song for him through Tony's party (but being shy, tried to make a slight disguise

Warnings: language

Word Count: ~3600

A/N: Sorry this took a long time, but here it is... Thanks for the song recommendation @leniram1890 I can’t tag u for some reason :(

Your shoes squeaked on the marble floor in the Avenger’s tower lobby and your white lab coat fluttered behind you. You were fully aware of how the sound drew attention towards you and you couldn’t wait to seek shelter in an empty elevator.

Right before the doors slid shut, though, one person managed to join you. Tall, broad shoulders, and a metal arm, Bucky Barnes stood in an elevator with you and only you. You shrunk back into a corner, hugging the papers to your chest. If it were anyone else, you probably would have been fine, but you couldn’t help glancing over at Bucky every minute. Why the fuck did the tower have to be so tall?

“You don’t have to be scared of me, you know,” Bucky broke the silence and your heart jumped up to your throat.

“Oh, no, I’m not scared of you,” you sputtered. You should have stopped talking there, but of course, you didn’t. “Not in the way that you think, anyways. It’s not even you, really. It’s me. I’m just nervous about embarrassing myself because I can be awkward sometimes. Like now, so I’m just going to… stop talking. Oh, fuck me,” you muttered under your breath.

“Take me on a date first,” Bucky chuckled. How did he hear— oh, right. He was a super-soldier with superhuman hearing.

“No, I didn’t mean— shit. Really gotta stop talking.” You stared at your feet, your face burning.

“Don’t worry about it.” He was silent for a minute. “You’re Stark’s assistant right?” You smiled softly and nodded, sticking to your words of no longer speaking. “I’ve seen you around the tower and we’ve spoken a few times.”

You wouldn’t really call passing on a message as a real conversation, but at least he remembered you. Tony had hired you as his lab assistant right out of college. It was a well-paying job and the billionaire was a great boss. In the many years you had been working for him, Tony had naturally taken the role of a father figure. You knew of Bucky and Tony’s history, so you knew your boss would have some words about your crush.

When you finally reached your floor, you didn’t know if you were relieved that your embarrassment was about to end or if you were disappointed that Bucky would leave. You walked by him and off of the elevator, turning around one last time to smile and wave at the supersoldier.

“See you around, Bucky,” you managed to say.

“See you around, (y/n).”

The elevator doors slid shut just in time to hide the large grin that crossed your face. Bucky knew your name. You had to suppress a squeal that you knew you would never live down because Natasha was walking towards you.

Tony had hired you around the same time he had hired ‘Natalie Rushman,’ so you’ve been friends with Nat for a while. Unfortunately, it just made it easier for her to read you, and as much as you tried to play cool, she could tell something was up. You walked down the hall with her and she had the decency to wait until you made it to the lab to ask her questions.

“What happened?”

“Nothing happened.” You placed the files on your desk and sat down, discreetly slipping a hand written letter into a drawer.

“Something happened with Bucky.”

“Bucky?” you scoffed. Nat knew about your not so small crush on the metal armed supersoldier, of course. You had told her because she was your friend, but also because she would have figured it out another way.

“Yes, Bucky. You have that faraway look in your eye that you always have after a Bucky encounter. I think you two were in the elevator together.”

“Why’d you ask if you already knew?”

“So tell me all the details.” Nat sat on the table.

“I was just in the elevator, he joined me. We were in there alone and I was awkward. The end,” you shrugged. “He knows my name, though,”

“It’s meant to be.”

“Oh, shut up.” You threw a pen at her, but the hero caught it. “Now, as much as I enjoy your company, I have to work.”

“Okay, okay.” Nat tossed your pen back to you and hopped down. “But one of these days you’re going to have to make a move. I’m getting sick of your yearning.”

“One, I’m never going to make a move and, two, I don’t fucking yearn.”

“Yes, you do.” Nat opened the lab door. “It’s exhausting.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yearning. You're a yearner. Yearny yearner.”

“Goodbye, Nat.”

She disappeared and you took a peak at a piece of paper on your desk.

🎶🎶

The lab was empty, your boss was off somewhere testing out his new suit designs so it was now or never. You took out a small drone you had been perfecting and folded up your handwritten note.

Dear Bucky,

I’m writing this because this is the only way to express the way I feel about you. I don’t think I’ll ever send this to you so you’ll never see this, but I think I love you. Damn, it feels so strange writing that. Even thinking it is weird, I’ve never felt this way before.

You’re an amazing person and I know you sometimes doubt that, but it’s true. You are kind to everyone. Your smile lights up any room and makes my day.

I wish I could say this to your face but I would be too scared nervous and awkward.

I just wanted to pull these words from my mind.

I love you.

~Someone Unimportant

You really wouldn’t have thought you were actually going to deliver this to Bucky, but after this morning’s events, you had a small surge of courage. Also you knew that if Nat found it, she would totally tell him.

The drone’s claw grasped the letter and you piloted it into the vents. You knew Bucky should be at training with Steve and that his room was connected to a vent outside of the lab. You kept an eye on your tablet while you guided the drone through the vents. When it reached Bucky’s room the drone slipped the paper through the grates before you directed it back to you.

You grabbed the drone out of the vent and darted back into the lab. A small laugh slipped past your lips. You felt lightheaded and your heart was racing, but there were no taking it back now.

🎶🎶

The smell of your lunch filled the kitchen. Music played from your headphones and you scrolled through your phone as you waited for the microwave to go off. A sudden tap on your shoulder caused you to spin around and rip out your earphones.

“Oh, my god, Bucky,” you gasped and placed your hand over your chest. “Don’t do that again. You scared me.”

“I thought I didn’t scare you?” Bucky asked but he had a smile on his face. It had been a day since your last encounter with him. A day since you had left the note in his room. The thought of him reading your confession made your face burn.

“You know what I mean.”

“What are you doing up here?”

“Someone broke the microwave downstairs and I have access to the upper levels because of Tony, so I just came here.”

“You should come up here more often. I like seeing you.”

“I like seeing you too,” you said slowly. Was that a stupid reply? Maybe.

“What are you listening to?” He nodded at your earphones.

“Just some music. A love song called ‘Make You Mine.’ Do you want to..?” You held out one earbud to Bucky.

He took it and you played the song. You paid close attention to his reaction at different parts. The chorus started to play and he smiled along with you. You had to stand near him, nearer than you ever had before, so that both of the earphones would stay in.

“It’s a good song,” he decided when it ended.

“I know it’s not really your vibe,” you chuckled.

“No, no I liked it.”

You were taking it as a compliment that Bucky hadn’t moved away from you yet.

“I smell food,” Clint announced when he walked into the kitchen. “What’s cooking? Oh, hey, (Y/N).”

“Hi, Clint,” you cleared your throat and stepped back.

“You know each other?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah, through Natasha.” Nat had quickly introduced you to Clint and you became friends. Nevertheless, Clint obviously didn’t know about any boy drama.

“Has she been talking your ear off?” Clint rummaged through the fridge.

“We’ve been listening to some music, but I’m surprised that she hasn’t remained true to her vow of silence.”

“Vow of silence? Man, sometimes I couldn’t get her to stop talking. Sure, she was quiet at first, but once you brought up something she was passionate about, she would just keep going.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize the microwave went off,” you cut in and grabbed your food. “Uh, I guess I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah, see you,” Bucky replied, sounding almost… forlorn?

No, that’s just your hopeful mind searching for any possibility that he could like you back. You scampered back down to the lab and tried to focus on the report you were working on. Hours later, you had only completed a page and a half.

“Knock knock,” Nat’s voice drew your attention away from the page you’ve been staring at for the last hour. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, sure.” You shut your computer and rubbed your eyes. “I can’t focus at all. I need a break.”

“That’s why I’m here.” She sat on the table, mimicking the position she was in this morning. “A little birdy told me about an encounter in the kitchen.”

“You know what? I don’t really need that break.”

“Oh, come on. I know you want to talk about it.”

“Fine,” you groaned. You paused before speaking. How much detail should you tell her? “I was microwaving my food and Bucky showed up. We listened to some music until Clint showed up.”

“And were you mad about that?”

“I guess. Not really ‘mad’ but a little disappointed. When I left I thought Bucky sounded a bit sad to see me go, but I really think it’s just my imagination.”

“Why would you think it was your imagination?”

“Stop acting like a fucking therapist.” You sank into your desk chair. “It was my imagination because I don’t want to have stupid hope.”

“Clint said he heard it too,” Nat said nonchalantly.

“That’s bullshit.”

“And why do you think it’s bullshit?” She pretended to take notes.

“Shut up. My break’s over. I need to get back to work.”

“What you need to do is confess your feelings for Bucky. You know the party Tony’s having tonight, right? Of course, you do. You’re his assistant, but anyways, I came up with the perfect plan.”

“That doesn’t sound promising,” you muttered and opened your laptop only for Natasha to slam the lid closed.

“You’re going to go to the party and by the end of the night, I guarantee that you will be with Bucky.”

“I can’t go, I don’t like parties,” you tried to protest. “I won’t have any time to get ready. It starts in an hour.”

“I’m sure Tony, your boss, would want you to go to his party.”

“I can’t go,” you repeated. “I’m sure Tony, my boss, would want me to do my work.”

“Well, you can’t work if you don’t have your computer.”

Before you could react, Nat grabbed your laptop and ran out of the lab. It barely took you a moment to register what had just happened but in that time, Nat had almost made it to the stairwell. You bolted out of the lab in a feeble attempt to catch your friend. You made it to the stairwell and looked up and down to try to find Nat.

“Up here!” she called in a sing-song voice.

You looked up to see her red hair at least two stories above you.

“Motherfucker,” you swore and began to climb up the stairs, taking two at a time. “Nat, I will literally rip your fucking guts out.”

“You can try,” her voice echoed down to you and it was followed by a door closing.

You finally arrived at a residential floor. Nat’s room was here, so you left the stairwell. Your best guess would be that she would go to her room. Someone cleared their throat and you whirled around.

“We just keep running into each other today,” Bucky chuckled.

“Oh, yeah, I suppose we do,” you stuttered.

You could only imagine what you looked like. Out of breath, hair slightly wild.

“Nat,” you explained. “Nat took my computer.”

“That makes sense. Uh, are you going to the party later?”

“Well, if Nat doesn’t return my computer, I can’t do any work, which means she’ll force me to go.”

“I can understand. Steve always makes me go. Speaking of Steve, I have to go meet up with him. I hope I see you tonight.”

“Yeah, tonight.”

You watched him leave before storming into Nat’s room. Her room was suspiciously void of your computer. She walked out of her closet with a few dresses.

“It’s formal, right? Black tie and all that?”

“Um, yeah.” Might as well give up. You had the feeling you weren’t going to go back to work.

“I’ve created the perfect look for you. Oh, and don’t worry about timing, we’ll be fashionably late.”

“You’re insufferable,” you said but took the dress she handed you. One glance at it and you instantly knew you would not be able to wear it.

“Why not?” she asked when you told her that. “You haven’t even tried it on yet.”

“First, it’s a V neck and I cannot do V necks. Second,” you held the dress up to your body, “it’s too short.”

“Please, just try it on?”

“If those are deal breakers, try this one.”

It was a black, pleated, off the shoulder dress. The front came down to your lower thigh while the back ended past the back of your knee. You stared at it for a moment, trying to picture it on yourself.

“I’ll get the shoes that go with that.”

“But I didn’t say I chose this one.”

“Well, you have no choice now.” She sat you down and brought out her makeup. “This is my plan. Tony lets people use the mic every once in a while, so you’re going to sing.”

“That’s an instant veto on that plan,” you interrupted.

“You have a beautiful voice.” Nat powdered your face and you crinkled your nose.

“I regret telling you.”

“Do it. Do it. Do it,” she chanted.

“Nope. No singing. I honestly cannot sing in front of people. I’ll fucking throw up all over the crowd.”

“What if it’s not you?”

“What do you mean?” You narrowed your eyes at your friend while she dabbed lip gloss onto your lips.

“You know, like an alter-ego.” You began to protest but before you could say anything she continued, “Just hear me out. We get you a nice wig, and introduce you as… ‘Susan Pevensie.’”

“Seriously? Narnia?” You both rolled your eyes. “But wouldn’t that kinda defeat the purpose? I sing, what? A love song to Bucky?”

“No big dramatic change, just a wig. Maybe a bolder eye. That way, it’s not you, it’s… shit, I can’t think of a good name.”

“Hermione Granger? Katniss Everdeen?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Fine. Just a wig and makeup, though. I don’t need to be introduced to the stage.”

“You’re going along with it?” The excitement in her voice was obvious.

“What do I have to lose? I’ve pretty much accepted defeat already.”

“No, don’t think like that. You’re going to blow everyone’s fucking socks off tonight. Now go put on the dress. Don’t ruin the makeup!”

A few minutes later you walked out, the black dress and shoes on. Nat smiled and admired her work. She had donned another dress and had somehow completed her hair and makeup. A few wigs had been laid out on the bed.

“Pic one. I’m particularly drawn to this one.” She pointed to a long, maroon wig. You nodded silently. “Are you ready?”

You took a deep breath and nodded. “I might regret this.”

“You might not. Most people won’t notice unless you really fuck it up. They’ll most likely be focused on their conversations. And if they don’t there’s the ol’ picture everyone naked trick,” she winked.

“How inspiring.” You smoothed down the dress and looked in the mirror one last time. Nat did a good job in slightly altering your appearance. “I’m ready. Let’s go.”

You walked down to the party together. It was already in full swing and you didn’t see anyone you knew. Your palms were clammy. The alcohol looked inviting but you couldn’t bring yourself to grab a drink. Who knew what you might do if you were drunk.

“Should I do it now?” you whispered to Nat.

“There’s no time like the present,” she replied before she vanished into the crowd.

“Fantastic,” you muttered under your breath. You had no other choice but to head to the stage. “H-hello, can I sing something?”

The man supervising the microphone looked at you and nonchalantly handed you the mic. “What song?”

What song? Brilliant question. What question? There was one song that instantly came to mind.

“Erm, do you have ‘Make You Mine’ by Us the Duo?”

He nodded silently and pointed you towards the stage. You walked towards the stage, tugging on your dress and fiddling with the mic. In addition to clammy hands, you were now shaking. How did you let Nat talk you into this again?

You stood in the center of the stage for a few seconds before the music began. Nat was right, people only glanced up at you before returning to their conversations. The soft strumming of the guitar began to play and you started to sing the words you knew by heart.

“If summer is for lovers, then consider me in love. I found the one, oh I found the one that I've been dreaming of.” You were still nervous and timid, matching the speed of the song. “If friends are what you're looking for, consider me a friend. But I'll break apart and take your heart before this story ends.” You looked around the room and spotted Bucky. His blue eyes locked onto yours. “This is the part where we fall in love.” You looked away as the song sped up. “Tonight I will make you mine. I will make you mine. I will make you mine. If you let me. If you let me.”

Somehow, you were able to finish the sing without fucking up. You stepped off the stage and handed the mic back to the guy. You awkwardly looked around.

“That was very nice,” a voice said behind you.

“Goddamn Bucky,” you gasped and spun around. “You’ve got to stop scaring me!”

“It’s kind of loud here, do you want to head somewhere?”

You nodded and followed him out to a balcony. The cool air felt fresh on your skin. You walked to the edge and looked over the edge, looking out at the city lights.

“Can I ask about the wig?” he smirked.

“It was Nat’s idea. Something about helping me to be less nervous.” You tugged the wig off and freed your natural hair.

“Did it help?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

“Well, whatever the case, you did amazing. You have a really nice voice.”

“Thanks. I usually don’t sing publicly.”

“I also really liked the song. I’m starting to think of it as our song.”

“We have a song, huh?” you smiled up at him.

The moon was high, and the sounds of the party were muted.

“You look really beautiful.” He took a step closer.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Sarge.”

“Thanks, but suits aren’t really my favorite thing.” He tugged on his sleeves.

“You always look good, Bucky,” the words came out as a whisper. “You have a nice smile.”

“You know, I got a letter the other day.”

“Oh, did you?” You looked away.

“Thank you for everything you’ve said.”

In a heartbeat, Bucky’s lips were on yours. His hands placed gently on your waist. You kissed him back with all the emotions you had been keeping inside you and ran your fingers through his hair.

The two of you separated for air and Bucky leaned down and rested his forehead on yours. You smiled and laughed long lightly.

“Honestly, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

“We can do it some more.”

You nodded and he pressed his lips to yours again. Unfortunately, you two weren’t able to get far because you were forced apart by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“We just came to tell you how well you sang,” Clint spoke first. Behind him Nat stood with a smirk on her face. Tony stood next to her, lips pursed, thinking. “But I’ll leave you to it.”

“I told you,” Nat winked before she too turned around and went back into the party.

“So,” Tony began. “Good song.” You saw his eyes dart between you and Bucky and your close proximity to each other. Then he re-entered the building.

“He’ll come around,” you hoped out loud.

“I don’t know. He doesn’t like me.”

“He’ll come around,” you repeated. “In the meantime, do you want to get dinner?”

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