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Маленькая ложь — Little Lies | Part One

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Starting your new life abroad with the whole series on unfortunate events wasn’t as you planned it, especially because when the time passed by, you found yourself getting involved in situations you never wanted to even get close to.

Warnings: None

Word count: 2057

A/N: My first attempt in writing a series, enjoy! 💕

[ MASTERLIST ]

Echo of your rushed footsteps and the awfully annoying clicking of your suitcase’s wheels on the pavement were only the few sounds in the whole symphony of various melodies played at the train station. Anonymous people were walking fast and firmly, surely knowing there should they go, without any problems managing to go through the crowd with their eyes glued to the iPhones and if not your messy attitude and little sprint you forced yourself to, you would probably look exactly the same. The only difference was that, you were now completely lost and desperately trying to find your online ticket to check where were you supposed to find your train which was going to leave in about few minutes.

You could feel yourself getting tired and sweaty with all the exhaustion falling down your shoulders when you still couldn’t find the way you were looking for. Although very kind lady in the information point gave you an advice on where can you find your platform, it wasn’t so easy in the practice, especially not on such a huge train station. It was New York, after all, and if you weren’t in such a hurry, you would probably want to pay more attention to the monumental building and antic facades, right now, however, the only thing you could wonder about was whether you will be late.

It was dark outside already, the night appearing colder than the day which was purely refreshing at that point. People were mutely walking to their homes after finished jobs only to get into their apartments, eat something and lay in bed and — oh, how you envied them. You were almost ready to kill just to get some rest and something to drink; your throat became unpleasantly dry since you didn’t have an opportunity to buy yourself even a bottle of water after walking out of the plane. This whole day, from an early hours was nothing but a chaotic mess and you were now a perfect reflection of its affect on you.

Finally, after a countless worries flowing through your head, you managed to reach the platform which wasn’t as crowded as the one on the other side of the railway and after checking an electronic board above, you let out a deep sigh, relieved that this nightmare has just ended. Your train — the last train leading to Manhattan this night — was going to arrive to the station in a minute and so, you were going to walk in, find a place and spend the next part of your journey in peace and quiet. At the end of it, there was a booked room awaiting for you in a nice, humble hotel, surely containing a comfortable bed and a restaurant downstairs. What a pleasant thought to dwell into!

You didn’t want to make any mistake this time, not after an incident in a duty free shop you didn’t even want to think about anymore, so you quickly approached one of the awaiting passengers who seemed like the safest choice and decided to ask about your destination to make sure you didn’t mess anything up. The tall man, dressed in a well cut suit and shining leather shoes looked like some kind of high class businessman whose level you could only dream to achieve. Short hair and few-days stubble surprisingly added elegance and some kind of wildness to his whole appearance, just like the sharp jaw and bright, blue eyes which immediately caught your attention when you shyly approached him. He somehow reminded you those models playing in the perfume commercials; strong yet gentle, handsome and caring, the one who leaves burning kisses on the exposed skin of some lucky lady while laying with her on the sand, cold ocean waves reaching their naked bodies and prehaps the wild horses are running in the background. He smelled like a wealth, expensive champagne and fresh, night air.

“Excuse me?” you asked, placing your suitcase so it would stand on the platform and you could feel the relief in the arm after losing so much weight to pull after yourself.

The man looked at you and in the same second greeted you with a charming, yet kind smile, making you wonder that maybe Americans truly were as polite as you heard.

“Yes?” he inquired curiously, discretely eyeing you. “Has something happened?”

“Oh, no, no, everything’s fine,” you giggled nervously, holding your phone in trembling hands to show him your ticket. “I’m just not sure if I’m in the right place, is this train departing from this platrofm or...?”

You didn’t finish the sentence when the loud screeching sound filled the station and the train you were waiting for slowly arrived to the platform. At first your heart almost drowned in a wave of relief that you weren’t, in fact, late, only to suddenly get smashed to the ground when you realized that the train was indeed standing next to the platform — the one on the other side of the railway, so close to you and yet, completely out of your reach.

You weren’t sure what happened to your mind in that moment, you just silently observed how the passengers went in, the doors closed and your last transport to the hotel left the station not giving you a pitiful glance. And even when the sound of steel wheels on the railway faded away and once again you were standing in the middle of the cold, lonely platform, the suitcase in your hand, cold sweat appearing on your forehead and little bag heaving on your shoulder, you swear you saw all your hopes and dreams drive away with that fucking train.

Slowly, as if in a trance you faced the man again, only to see his now worried, yet a little bit amused expression and mutter:

“Nevermind, I’m sorry.”

Without a second thought you went to the nearby bench and sat on one of the many free places only to slowly start browsing through your phone, not really paying attention to anything that was on the screen. You didn’t know what to do, you weren’t prepared for this situation and as much as you were aware that you will soon find a good solution for this problem, right now you were just tired. You were hungry, thirsty and so incredibly exhausted that you could sleep for the next century. You were going to think a way out of this situation, that was for sure, but you needed a few minutes to catch a breath and prevent yourself from crying.

It was supposed to be your dream trip, to the new place where you were going to get a new job, meet new people, start living on your own in a place you always wanted to but it was barely two hours since you left the plane and you already felt like you were a complete loser. Nothing seemed to work fine, and for a single moment you wondered if it was some kind of a sign for you.

You heard the low voice speaking to you from above but you didn’t understand it at first, as if it didn’t quite reached your mind. It took you a while to look up straight to the stranger you started talking to before, now taking a seat next to you but leaving a comfortable space between you two, looking at you worried.

“Are you alright?” he asked again, probably taking your not-so-present stare as a hint to repeat his words and then sighed painfully. “Stupid question, of course you’re not. Do you need help?”

You felt your heart suddenly grow warm by the kindness of this man. He didn’t know you and you didn’t know him, barely sharing few sentences before the train arrived and yet, his latest inquiry seemed like the best thing that has ever happened to you — or at least on that awful day. It almost brought tears to your eyes but you managed to keep calm, not wanting to burst into tears in front of him, predicting that if your pathetic attempt to get to the right train didn’t scare him off, then this surely would.

“I — I don’t know,” you answered slowly. “I mean, there surely will be another train to Manhattan, sooner or later, but I don’t know if I won’t miss this one, too.”

Dry, unamused laugh escaped your lips and you turned your gaze to the railway, deeply regretting that you had to meet this man in this state.

“You’re taking a way around, you know that?” he peeked at this iPhone and showed you a map of Brooklyn where you currently were, with a marked way to Manhattan, now obviously shorter than the one you took. You weren’t even supposed to be on this station, the one closer to the airport was much more suitable.

Frowning, you mentally scolded your planning skills.

“You’re not from there, are you?”

You looked at him, the same kind smile playing on his lips, soft gaze giving you an impression of genuine kindness. From this angle, with a friendly expression he seemed rather adorable than dangerously handsome as you first thought.

“No, I’m not,” you told him when he offered you his phone to take notes and change the route on yours accordingly. “What exactly revealed me?”

“Your accent. Your attitude. And the fact that you were looking so lost while running through the station.”

His answer made you chuckle, said in a playful manner, not aiming to offend you in the slighest. Besides, you knew it was all true.

“Fair point.” You gave him the iPhone back and he hid it in the pocket of his jacket, checking the time beforehand.

“I still have a lot of time before my train arrives,” he announced in an almost carefree manner. “I was thinking about having a cup of coffee, if you would care to join me...”

You blinked few times, not sure if you had heard him clear. Was this man inviting you somewhere? Now? You?

Before you thought about any answer, considering whether you actually wanted to go with him or not, he continued, now his voice getting an octave higher, as if he was imitatning you:

“Thank you for the invitation, kind stranger, but it’s late at night and I’m all alone in a foreign city, so this kind of offer is making me uncomfortable and I’m not sure how to neglect your proposition without offending you.” Then, his tone become low and natural back again. “My apologies, it was indeed quite inappriopriate of me, but I can assure you that I mean nothing more than to help a lost soul, it’s a dangerous place to stay alone, after all. There is a nice coffee shop around the corner, still open at that hour and surely having a lot of clients which should prevent from making you feel uneasy. They offer delicious cakes if you’re hungry and in a meantime, we can find you a nearby hotel where you can safely spend the night and attend to your train in the morning.”

You were impressed. Impressed by how cocky and smug he was, how bold were his words and assumptions, and even though in any other situation you would probably consider such behaviour as rude, now you couldn’t help but smile at him. He was undoubtedly charming, probably putting some kind of spell on you because you felt yourself getting attracted to him or at least fascinated by his presence. On the other hand, maybe you were just too tired to think clearly and you were going to scold yourself for your poor life choices tomorrow. That way or another, you nodded at him appreciatively.

“Well,” you started. “Before I go with you anywhere, I’d like to know your name so we’re not a complete strangers anymore.”

You could notice the glimpse of pride in his eyes in the moment you said those words. He won, like he always did.

“My name is James but for the sake of breaking the ‘strangers’ barrier, you can go to straight calling me Bucky.”

“Okay then, Bucky, I’ll gladly join you. It’s not like I’ll be late for the train, after all.”

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Пробуждение — Awakening

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky realizes how much his life changed since he met you.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Word count: 826

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my very first Marvel fanfic published on this blog, I hope you’ll enjoy it 😊 Feedback is much appreciated.

Afternoon air smelled like the upcoming rain and the fading sun whose last rays caressed the impressive, glass skycrapers of New York causing them to reflect its warm shine. The sky itself appeared like a painting of some talented artist, creating a breathtaking canvas full of colours, so bright and vivid they seemed unreal, gradually changing from the darkening purple and blue on the east, through the still light orange and pink above people’s heads to the yellow around the slowly hiding sun. It was a wonderful view, really, sunlight drowning the landscape under its aura and making it look as if the whole world was on fire. Although one could say that the urban surroundings didn’t favour this magical time of the hot, summer day, there was something peaceful about the way the city was slowly calming down before fading to the darkness of night and something even more fascinating about how despite the passing years, the Brooklyn Bridge was still standing proudly, now painted in the hot, bright colours of the sunset — just like Bucky remembered it to be decades ago; centuries even, in the whole past life.

Standing at the balcony of his apartment (or loft, how you called it) he could clearly observe the sky changing, inhaling the warm, damp air and feeling the soft wind touch his skin. There was something unusual about him being there, or at least that is what he thought while unconsciously running his fingers on the cold steel of his metal arm contrasting with the warm temperature of his body. When the time passed by, he learned to get used to the overwhelming technology, how the culture and behaviour changed, how different and surprising could the fashion those days be and simply how many things weren’t as he remembered them back from the 40s when he was there for the last time.

The last time as a free man, that is.

Still, Bucky couldn’t get rid off the feeling that the last seventy years were just a horrible nightmare that he managed to wake up from just now, only to see the world completely changed and yet, all the same. He surprised himself by realizing that he still remembered the way to go to the tiny shop at the corner of the street that he and Steve used to often walk pass by, which was now nothing alike, rebuilt to make a comfortable motel. If he could compare this feeling to anything, he would say that it reminded him of a photograph that someone put a filter onto didn’t changing the imprinted picture but somehow causing it to be completely different, varying from what he saw at first. It wasn’t certainly a bad thing, no, it was just new, another thing he needed to live with and learn about.

Bucky didn’t flinch when the sound of opening doors reached his ears and this mere fact was enough to make his heart beat faster, the blissful realization that the instincts of the harmed animal he keeped in his mind for such a long time were finally giving up, leaving him wary but not paranoidal. He heard your steps on the wooden floor and how you took off your shoes, and according to the rustle of the plastic bag, you brought groceries with you. He remained still even when he felt your arms wrapping around him and a soft kiss placed on his scratchy cheek which caused you to giggle quietly.

“Good afternoon,” you greeted, not letting him go, especially when his warm hand rested on your forearm and now it was his turn to kiss you right behind the ear.

“Good afternoon, doll,” he muttered in a husky, low voice before turning to you and holding you in an embrace.

He could almost hear your heartbeat, smell your sunkissed skin and hair, and in that moment all he could think of was how much he missed you. It didn’t matter for how long were you going out, whether it was few days when you had to visit a family member or few minutes when you were running off of bread, he was always so genuinely happy to see you coming back home — your home.

God, he loved you so much.

Your hands patted his broad shoulders giving a sign that your hug was lasting a little bit too long than needed but it only made him embrace you tighter and whisper something about never letting you go. Not that you wanted to complain, his arms were a place you could always hide into, feeling as if he could protect you from the whole world by the simple hug. Prehaps, he could.

At that moment, Bucky couldn’t wish for anything more, holding his whole life in his arms, having your presence, your love, your care, just now feeling how awake he was, how the nightmare ended. Everything was alright and he could finally breathe.

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Terrible First Meeting Starters

For breaking the ice in the worst possible way, featuring themes including: kidnapping, murder, stalking, injury, monsters, and just general meanness. [Brackets] indicate spaces to include your own words to personalize your ask!

“Wh-who are you? Where are we? Why are we tied up together?!” “You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” “Oh my god, are you okay? Should I call an ambulance?” “I wondered when you were going to wake up. You almost didn’t survive.” “Get out of my way before I move you myself.” “Please, let me out of here!” “You’re staring like you’ve never seen a [monster/vampire/demon/etc] before.” “Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” “You don’t know me, but something terrible is going to happen.” “You’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.” “Please, someone help!” “You shouldn’t be out here all by yourself this late at night.” “Stop shining that flashlight on me! I’m not a damn ghost!” “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” “Shh, don’t scream! I’m not trying to attack you!” “I’ve never seen anything like you before.” “Stand right there and don’t get any closer!” “Now that you’ve seen this, I can’t let you leave and just tell anyone.” “Ugh, my head. What happened to us?” “Is there a reason you’ve been following me for an hour?” “If you come near me, I will scream at the top of my lungs.” “Holy shit. What have you done?!” “Is that blood? Is that YOUR blood?” “Don’t panic, I can explain!” “I promise you, this isn’t what it looks like.” “I won’t hurt you if you just keep your mouth shut.” “Who are you? Where are you taking me?!” “This is for your own safety. I’ll explain later.” “What the hell was that thing back there?!” “There’s something wrong with me. I need your help!” “Please, someone, there’s been an emergency!” “You can’t leave. You’re a witness and now you’ve involved.” “I’m being hunted, and now they’ve seen you too.” “If you believe in any god, I suggest praying to them now.” “Shh! Hide here, and don’t move a muscle.” “Can I walk with you? I think I’m being followed.” “I’m so sorry. I don’t like tricking people, but I had to lure you here.” “Fuck off, this is private property!” “I’ve seen some weird shit, but you’re something else.” “Oh my god. Are you a [monster/demon/angel/etc]?” “Don’t look at me like that, with those eyes.” “That isn’t your blood. What did you do?” “I promise not to tell anyone, just let me go!” “Come with me. I want to show you something.” “You’re not going to eat me, are you?” “You should never have approached me. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.” “Go away, I’m not looking for a conversation.” “You don’t just follow people to their homes! I’m calling the police.” “Please, I’ll do anything, just untie me!” “I’m sorry if I scared you.” “I had to tie you up. You didn’t leave me any other choice.” “I don’t even know you. What do you mean, I ‘have’ to go with you?” “We almost died back there. Maybe we should introduce ourselves.” “Let go of me!” “I’m hurt. Please, I need you to call an ambulance for me.” “You have to come with me, something bad is about to happen!” “I’m not leaving until you tell me why you’ve been following me!” “Seeing as we may not survive, I should tell you my name. It’s [name].”