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Dancing Spies

Pairing: Bucky x gn!Reader 

Words: 900

Summary: You and Bucky are undercover at a ball and he’s not ready to let go of you.

Warnings: Reader is mentioned to have hair + height implied to be shorter than Bucky. Idc how tall you are, you're 6 feet? OK well in this universe Bucky is 7ft, etc lol. No use of y/n.

A/N: IM BACK BABY! Ok not really lmao this was 90% written since April 2022 (holy shit over a year before I even started posting here.) As always, sorry it’s short, sorry if it sucks, but also I’m not that sorry if it sucks because it’s short so it’s not like I’m wasting hours of your time. Idk if anyone is even going to read this.

Also: special thanks to @questionableratatouille00 for being so patient and kind to me. ❤️

divider cred: @saradika

“I didn’t realize you could dance,” you mumbled into his ear as you stepped in time to the soft music.

“Well, there wasn’t that much to do in the 30’s,” Bucky adjusted his grasp on your waist to be more comfortable, “with, y’know, the Great Depression and everything.”

“Ah, yes, a time of great prosperity, wasn’t it?”

“Definitely.” He gave a short chuckle, and continued to gaze around at the other couples dancing around him. He wasn’t avoiding your gaze—he was simply doing his job. At least, that’s what he tried to convince himself. 

A sweet chorus of piano and violin flew through the air, enchanting the large group of people into following in time. Despite his watchful eyes lingering upon the room for the past ten minutes, he couldn’t tell you any details.

How many couples were there? What was everyone wearing? How big was the dance hall? He could only guess, as his mind was solely focused on his steps, and the person in front of him: how close you stood next to him, how he could smell the faintest scent of lavender from your hair, how your hand sat so tenderly upon his shoulder, and how he wished he could take his gloves off so he could get a better feel of your gentle hand intertwined with his right. 

“How much longer, do you think?” you whispered.

“M’ not sure. Until Steve gives the signal, which could be anywhere from now to twenty minutes.” He only allowed himself a quick glance of you as he twirled you outward and back in.

“I doubt it’ll be twenty minutes. I think ten is more reasonable.” 

“It could be twenty,” he argued.

“That would be way too long, there’s too much risk in that.”

“Twenty minutes is fine. There’s nothing wrong with twenty minutes.”

Sensing you were looking at him, he met your gaze. 

Your eyebrow was slightly arched, and you gave him a small look of confusion at his strange… passion. Nevertheless, you dropped it, deciding not to question him.

He felt a slight tug of guilt at his heart for acting weird, but truthfully, he simply hoped this moment wouldn’t end. It felt right. He didn’t want to accept that it could be over so soon.

Naturally, as if the entire room was choreographed, everyone slowed as the song ended, and another started. This song was even slower than the last, and couples pulled each other close accordingly. 

You and Bucky did the same. 

Bucky’s breath hitched at the closer proximity, and he prayed you couldn’t feel his rapid heartbeat now that you were practically chest to chest, and both your arms were wrapped around his shoulders as his rested on your waist.

“Hey Bucky,” you said so quietly, it was barely a whisper.

“Yes?”

“I get that you’re trying to be alert, but you need to stop looking behind me. It’s not natural.” 

His cheeks flushed at your comment, though he wasn’t entirely sure why.

“Yeah, okay.” He hesitantly looked down and met your welcoming eyes.

“Better,” you softly smiled.

He curtly nodded.

They continued to slowly sway along with the music. But the tune only served as white noise for him as he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. Luckily, you hadn’t caught him staring, since you had placed your cheek onto his chest, nuzzling into the warmth. 

He liked that you felt safe with him. Safe enough to rest your head on him. Safe enough to let him hold you with both hands, and not cower at what those hands had once done. 

His shoulders relaxed at the sound of a soft sigh from your lips.

“Comfortable?” He leaned his head down slightly to whisper into your ear.

“Mhm.” You confirmed.

“Tired?” He breathily laughed, seeing your eyes closed.

“Only a little,” you mumbled, keeping your eyes shut. 

He was content with where he was. It wasn’t the most familiar feeling for him, but he liked it. 

His thoughts were no longer focused on the mission(not that they ever really were—the second he found out that the two of you were meant to be a couple dancing on the main floor, he was distracted by you and the possibilities of what would happen,) and he remained focused on you. Your soft and slowing exhales, the affection you spawned in his chest, and how beautiful your hair looked. 

Seeing you at peace, put him at peace.

He could feel himself smiling as he watched you. His tongue flicked over his lips like it always does when he’s about to make a decision. He started to lean his head down to rest on top of your head when he paused.

Is this a good idea?

Screw it.

He rested his chin ever so carefully on your head, and couldn’t hold back his growing smile when you made no effort to move.

“I wish this was real life,” you sighed. “No more fighting. Just dancing.”

Motion from above caught his attention. Steve tipped his hat—the signal. 

Bucky just looked back. He continued to sway with you, shielding you from the outside world with his chest. 

Steve, slightly taken aback at his friend’s lack of action, tipped his hat twice more.

Bucky subtly shook his head and returned his gaze to you.

“Have we gotten the signal yet?” You murmured, eyes still closed.

“Not yet,” he whispered. “Let’s just dance.”

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hi!!!! I miss you!!!!

hello!!!! I miss you too! Im so sorry for completely going MIA, it wasn’t my plan, it just kinda happened. I guess Summer had me busier than i thought. I havent written anything in a while but maybe if/once i do I’ll come back again. I’ll try to check in more often tho. I hope you are well friend, and thanks for checking in!

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Heyyyy

I figured I should go ahead and make this an official post; sorry for not being very active lately, I haven't had much inspiration to write :/ I guess I'm on a hiatus? I'm not leaving or anything, I'll prob be back soonish, idk. School is almost over for the semester (it'll be summer break for me in a couple weeks) and hopefully then I'll have more time and feel like writing. Anyway, I hope everyone is well!

TL;DR: Im on hiatus ig

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Hope you’re doing well Cadence 🍝

Howdy my friend!! I'm doing okay, just been busy w/ school and stuff, but luckily I'm almost done w/ the semester. How are you???

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I'm working on hw and had a thought while typing: is it weird that a vast majority of the time I only type with one hand on a computer? And I don't mean the other one is on a mouse (I don't have one) or doing something else, I mean I either have my head resting in my hand or its in my lap, etc.

I realize typing with two hands is faster, but for some reason it feels uncomfortable to me sometimes. Like I feel like I think better if I'm only typing with one hand... unless its just a placebo effect.

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Highway to Hell

(For clarity: I don’t intend to finish the series as it is—it’ll be discontinued)

summary: In an effort to get the two of you to bond, Tony Stark sends you and the ex-assassin Bucky Barnes on a road trip together. The problem? You hate each other. The situation? Two weeks in a car together. The reward: three days of a resort vacation. And the problem? He's kinda cute.

Series taglist: @afraidofshrimp @laughterafter @cjand10 @kandis-mom @emmsybucky @mrsnotfeelingsogood @matchat3a @identity2212 @unearthlydreams @ilovemcuff

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AnonymityIsFun's 1K Celebration

Well, this was a bit unexpected, but I would just like to say how immensely grateful I am for all 1,000 new friends I've made here. Thank you all so very much for sticking by me, by my stories, by my characters. It means more to me than you'll ever know. 💛

This calls for a celebration!

As always, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve.

Firstly, I'd love to play an ask game with you guys, I'll be answering as many as I possibly can! I'd also like to add my own little addendum.

🧠 - Give me a head canon, for one of my fics or for the mcu, and I'll give you one of mine!

👀 - Tell me something that you're looking for in a fic (a pairing, a genre, a vibe) and if I have it in any of the 100+ drafts I've got, I'll give you a sneak peek.

My inbox is open so send me prompts, requests, characters you want to see more of, or just come say hi!

I've got A LOT of fics ready specifically for this milestone, ones that I'm so excited for you all to read. I'll be posting them all throughout the week, so stay tuned.

Again, thank you all, every single one of you 💛

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I love how I'm feeling stuck with Honey pt. ii so I decided to take a little time and make a playlist for a different story that has ties to a song in Noah Kahan's Stick Season. And cue an hour later, I've skimmed/listened to the entire album and my entire plan for this story has changed 😭

Originally I was thinking a story where Bucky and Reader have never met before he crashes her little writing retreat in the woods (Instead of going to Wakanda, Steve asks for a favor that Buck lay low w/ you for a while.) But after listening to this beautiful album all about nostalgia, transitions, feeling stuck and yet missing home---now I'm feeling a more AU type situation where reader and Bucky are from the same smallish town and she eventually gets out. But somehow years later they finally reconnect (whether that be she goes back home or I manage to stick w/ the writing retreat idea) and it centers around their love that grows despite Bucky's feeling of abandonment of being left behind.

But at the same time I know I will never actually be able to create the world I have in my head to paper accurately and that's really discouraging lol

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Happy Bucky Day!!!

Omg Happy Bucky Day!!!!!!

and thank you for the Recs you beautiful creature

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