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The projects that I end up doing, that I want to be involved with in any way, have always been projects that will be impactful, for the most part, to my people — to black people. To see black people in ways which you have not seen them before. So Black Panther was on my radar, and in my dreams.

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me: that’ll make a good fic

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A Scream in the Night (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: Fluff(???), soulmate AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of a scream coming from your bedroom.

A/N: This was written for @kentuckybarnes‘s 3k writing challenge! My prompt was dodecahedron. This fic was kind of a practice run for me, as it’s been a year since I’ve written and I’m trying to figure these two out. Though this is a one-shot, these characters and their universe will eventually have their own multi-chapter fic!

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A Scream in the Night (one-shot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Genre: Fluff(???), soulmate AU

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Bucky wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of a scream coming from your bedroom.

A/N: This was written for @kentuckybarnes‘s 3k writing challenge! My prompt was dodecahedron. This fic was kind of a practice run for me, as it’s been a year since I’ve written and I’m trying to figure these two out. Though this is a one-shot, these characters and their universe will eventually have their own multi-chapter fic!

Bucky’s eyes flew open, tension rendering his muscles still. His breath was caught in his throat – something’s wrong.

The air in his bedroom was still. Bucky slowly lifted himself into a sitting position, listening carefully for the sound that had awakened him. He wasn’t about to go charging out to look until he heard it again, though he wasn’t entirely sure that what he heard was real – nightmares and whatnot.

The red glare of the clock told him it was close to one in the morning. Surely no one else was awake? Bucky must have woken himself again-

A scream, muffled.

From your room.

Bucky was out his bedroom door before he even realized what he was doing, caution left behind in the tousled sheets. He hadn’t brought any weapons with him, but if someone had broken in and was hurting you…

He threw open the door to your room, heart pumping, ready to face whatever came his way. What faced him, however, was not at all what he’d been expecting. There were no intruders. No one had taken you. In fact, there you were, huddled under your blankets, computer screen lighting up your face as you stared at him. He could hear your heart pounding just as hard as his had been.

Bucky opened his mouth, then promptly closed it. You stared back at him in similar silence. After a long pause, you finally spoke. “Bucky? Is something wrong?”

“I, uh. I heard a scream. I thought…”

He trailed off, breaking eye contact. You could feel heat creeping up your cheeks as you realized what had happened.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” God, how embarrassing. “It’s just – well, here I’ll show you.”

You spun your laptop around to face him. He took a few steps closer, squinting against the light of your screen. You watched his face as he took in the image before him: 4 different shots, with 3 people in largest two, one in the top left, and a terrain map with minis in the bottom corner. His brows pulled together, shooting a look at you.

“What is this?”

Your face was burning. “Um, it’s a, uh, it’s a Dungeons and Dragons stream. Critical Role…”

Bucky didn’t look any less confused. You rather liked this look on him. It was much different from the severe face he usually showed. “It’s a what? What’s Dungeons and Dragons?”

Oh god. You really didn’t want to have to explain yourself – you’d been made fun of enough about it. Plus, you really didn’t want to give Bucky any other reasons to dislike you. Not that you thought he would make fun of you necessarily, but it seemed that he would take any ammunition he could to hate you. Not that he was hostile lately-

Stop it. You were going to think a hole straight through the floor.

“It’s a tabletop roleplaying game from the 80s. It’s made a comeback recently.” That was as far as you were willing to explain. This was one of your passions, and you didn’t want him to say anything that could ruin it for you. That, and you knew that once you started talking, you wouldn’t stop.

Bucky gave you an inquisitive look, one dark eyebrow raised. “Why were you screaming?”

You slid your laptop back onto your lap, not wanting to look into his piercing blue eyes any longer. It felt like the temperature in the room had raised a few degrees with your embarrassment. Of course, it was your fault he was here. He’d heard your excitement and must have thought the worst.

“Well,” you started quietly. “Caleb just gave the dodecahedron to the Bright Queen. It’s kind of a big deal.”

Awkward silence settled between the two of you yet again. How could you get him to leave? Your episode had finished right before Bucky had burst through your door and scared you half to death. You needed time to process what had just happened.

“What does that mean?” he asked, inching a little closer. He was just standing there by your bed, peering at you with those damned blue eyes. So, it seemed he was intent on opening Pandora’s Box tonight.

“Well,” you started, abandoning all thoughts of the situation at hand. You began explaining the premise of the show, trying to keep from using too much terminology so you wouldn’t have to explain yourself further.

Bucky’s eyes never once left your face. He seemed to be paying close attention to every word that came out of your mouth, but there was no cruelty behind it. He seemed genuinely interested in what you were saying. You’d never seen him look at you this way before. 

Your hand found its way it your forearm, rubbing against the black letters scrawled into your skin. A similar mark was on Bucky’s right forearm, currently hidden from view. Unfortunately, he didn’t miss the way your eyes glanced down to take a peek.

The hard lines you were used to settled back onto his handsome face and your rant trailed off into silence. He was staring at your mark now – at the way his name was written across your skin in his own handwriting. Eventually, his piercing blue eyes met yours again. There was something about the way he was looking at you that made your heart sink.

“Do you wanna try watching with me?” you blurted out. “I mean, obviously we’ll have to start from the first episode. Otherwise you’ll be confused, and I don’t want to spoil more than I already have.”

His smile was absolutely disarming. He looked so...happy. It was making your head spin.

“I’ll give it a try.”

Did he just say yes?

You scooted over to the other side of your bed and patted the space next to you, heart fluttering. The next few hours were spent in your bed, mere inches apart, laughing and enjoying something you loved. Together.

In times like these, it was easy to think you could love him. He was relaxed and having fun and enjoying time with you. It was easiest in these moments to imagine a future with him. Your soulmate.

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