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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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Hold My Hand

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1353

Summary: Bucky and you help one another heal mentally while growing closer to each other.

Warning: Bucky and Reader working through trauma, emotional scenes, Bucky crying (yes it’s a warning)

A/N: thank you to my betas @pigwidgeonxo and @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @music-culture-mythology (any mistakes on spelling & grammar are my own. Did this on my phone)

A/N 2: Song - Hold my Hand by Lady Gaga. Listen to the song here:

All GIFS are not mine and found on my GIF keyboard on iPhone.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

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The gentle breeze blew across your skin as you overlooked the beautiful scenery of Wakanda. You had arrived here six months earlier as a victim of Hydra’s brainwashing. Your life was a series of broken memories and anger about what was taken from you. Steve Rogers had been the one to find you at a Hydra base during a mission with the Avengers. Seeing you in tattered clothes standing in a cell reminded him of his best friend Bucky Barnes whom he was trying to locate before the falling out of his team. You were a broken woman both physically and mentally. The Wakandan King, T’Challa had promised to help you the best they could with the resources that they had. Thankfully treatment had been helping you when another former Hydra operative, the Winter Soldier, or as you knew him now, Bucky Barnes, arrived in Wakanda.

At first, you both kept your respective distances as you went about therapy, him having the Soldier’s trigger words removed and you trying to piece your life together. It wasn’t until a couple of months later that you found yourselves with the Wakandan people, laughing around a bonfire. You were both dressed in the beautiful Wakandan attire. Your eyes seemed to lock across the fire, both offering the other a smile. Finally you each introduced yourselves and made small talk that night. It was almost as if time stood still for you both.

Hand in hand you spoke of your pasts and the evil Hydra did. You both talked until the sun came up that morning. By then you knew each other’s history but neither were judgmental of the other's darkness. What you did know is that you didn’t want to face another day without the other.

Hold my hand, everything will be okay

I heard from the heavens that clouds have been gray

Bucky walked hand in hand until you reached your hut overseeing the same lake that his hut also sat on. When he said goodbye you could tell his past was creeping up on him, so you gently pulled him in for a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

Pull me close, wrap me in your aching arms

I see that you're hurtin', why'd you take so long

Time went by and you ended up with a routine with him. Together you walked to therapy and parted for your one-on-one therapy. Then afterward you spent your time doing whatever your heart desired. It wasn’t until one day that Bucky told you about what Ayo planned to do. He explained, “to make sure the trigger words don’t activate the Soldier she wants to say them to me later tonight. I was wondering if you would be by my side to help me through it.”

Smiling back at him you nodded. “Of course, Bucky. I won’t leave your side. I’m here if you need me.” Later that night you would face his fears together hand in hand.

To tell me you need me? I see that you're bleedin'

You don't need to show me again

But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you

I won't let go 'til the end

Bucky and you sat around a bonfire holding hands as Ayo asked if he was sure he wanted to do this with you there as it could be dangerous. Both you and Bucky reassured her you weren’t going anywhere.

Ayo spoke softly, “It’s time.”

Bucky stared into the fire as his flesh hand gripped yours. “Are you sure about this?”

“I won’t let you hurt anyone,” Ayo reassured him as she started slowly saying the words.

“желание. ржавый. семнадцать.”

“It’s not gonna work.” Bucky hesitantly responded.

“рассвет.”

Bucky’s eyes started to tear up as he gripped your hand tighter and took a deep breath. The image of the red book that held those wicked words flashed across his mind.

“печь.”

Bucky’s mind thought back to being held in a secure box with Zemo in front of him.

“девять”

Then it cut to him quickly during his fight with Steve, the man on the bridge. Bucky was trying to control his breathing but it was hard to remain focused.

“доброкачественный”

His mind thought of the chair they strapped him to. Of riding a motorcycle and hitting a car off the road. Then killing the occupants.

“возвращениr е на родину”

Bucky grits his teeth together as the image of him above a battered Steve enters his mind. Tears continue to fill his eyes as he doesn’t let go of you.

“один. грузовой вагон.”

Tears were now flowing down his face, still he doesn’t look away from the flames. The words didn’t work.

“You are free, you are free,” Ayo said softly as Bucky looked up at her still crying, and then he looked at you. You wrapped him in your arms as he cried.

So cry tonight

But don't you let go of my hand

You can cry every last tear

I won't leave 'til I understand

Promise me, just hold my hand

With Bucky free from the Winter Soldier trigger words things seemed to be going better between you. There seemed to be some hope now behind his blue eyes that wasn’t there before. He smiled more and even started teasing you in a playful manner. What was once a hollow man was now someone who was finding himself again. Now it was Bucky’s turn to help you face your fears. He looked into your fearful eyes and told you it was time to let go of the anger.

Raise your head, look into my wishful eyes

That fear that's inside you will lift, give it time

I can see everything you're blind to now

Your prayers will be answered, let God whisper how

You sat in therapy with Bucky next to you. There you spoke of a dream you had. “It felt so real. Like I was there again. I was sparring with a Hydra agent like usual until my handler told him not to hold back. He struck me hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I was angry with every hit he landed. I waited until he started mocking me then I took him to the ground. I struck him repeatedly until I was pulled off his unconscious body. They punished me for defending myself. I think of what would have happened if I gave up. I guess I wouldn’t be here.” Your eyes shifted to look at Bucky. “I can’t explain it but I’m feeling more of myself every day I spend with Bucky. To know he is by my side, my ride or die, well I’m very lucky to have someone who wants to spend forever with me.” Tears watered in your eyes as you expressed your feelings to Bucky and the counselor. Your hand grabbed his vibranium one and held on tightly.

To tell me you need me, I see that you're bleedin'

You don't need to show me again

But if you decide to, I'll ride in this life with you

I won't let go 'til the end

So cry tonight

But don't you let go of my hand

You can cry every last tear

I won't leave 'til I understand

Promise you'll just hold my hand

It has been several months now and you have finally finished your part of the therapy with the help from Bucky. Both of you still have worries about your past and the pain that you went through but you remind each other that you aren’t going anywhere.

Bucky looks at you and smiles. “Don’t ever give up on yourself. We will make it through this life together no matter what our past was. We can be happy again and have the future we want. Just hold my hand and don’t let go.”

I know you're scared and your pain is imperfect

But don't you give up on yourself

I've heard a story, a girl, she once told me

That I would be happy again

Hold my hand

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no-not-without-you-blog · 7 months

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The Milkman

Fell in love with this song and had to make a short story LOSELY based on it. The song talks about him only giving you 2% of his heart but let's be real, Bucky would give you the "Whole" thing! This is set in the late 40's to early 50's so no metal arm or Hydra nonsense. Just cocky, flirty milkman Bucky! Play the song while listening for max enjoyment!

Warnings: Ultra Flirty Milkman Bucky (He's a warning!), Milkman related double entendre's.

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The knock on the frame of the kitchen door had you hurriedly closing your dressing gown. Your hair and makeup done but wearing your undergarments just barely covered by the soft floral fabric of your robe. “Milk delivery.” You walked down the hall and saw the milkman smiling at you through the glass panes of the door. You carefully covered yourself more before opening the door.

“Mornin’ Miss. I have your delivery here.” He stared down at you with a cocky smile.

“Good Morning, Mr. Barnes. I take it that it’s all there.” You tried to keep your words short and professional but Bucky made it difficult. The way he filled out his delivery uniform was sinful and the flirtatious look on his face made the butterflies in your stomach take off.

“I would never dream of not giving you everything you needed.” He said with a smirk. You did your best to ignore his flirting but your cheeks betrayed you as they softly colored themselves pink. You turned around to grab the basket with your empty bottles to be returned, giving Bucky a moment to look you up and down, admiring your shape. He snapped his head back up when you turned around. He reached out to take the old bottles and as you reached for the new full bottles, he held onto them for a moment.

“When are you gonna let me take you out, Y/N?”

You huffed out a laugh and rolled your eyes. “I’m not interested in being one of your many milk deliveries.” You felt slightly silly using the milk metaphor but if it got the point across…

Still holding onto the basket with you, he pulled you closer. Close enough that you could feel the heat coming off his body and you were sure he could feel yours. He bent down and whispered next to your ear.

“Trust me, sweetheart. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be wasting a drop on anyone else.”

With that, he relinquished the milk basket and took a step back. He smiled at your flushed face and tilted his milkman cap at you.“One of these days I’ll get you to say yes. Till next week, Sweetheart.”

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rosepetalsinwinter · 10 months

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(For those of you who haven't seen the show)

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It'll be only one, maybe two parts. Bucky x female reader from the third perspective (he/she, her/him)

Based on an unhinged nightmare I had.

Sneak peek under the cut:

Summary: Ghosts reside in the quiet town of Avonlea, but those are just rumours, aren’t they? An orphan girl becomes the latest victim of her school’s bully, and it’s all Bucky’s fault. Or is it?

“Bruce,” Jen called, wiping the countertops with a wet rag. “The fence on the east side needs repairing, and we have a stack of fresh hay needing to be rolled. See if you can get George Barnes’ boy to help. It’s too much work for you to manage alone.”

Bruce adjusted his glasses and turned to Jen. “Bucky Barnes? He’s not in the country right now, cousin. He went to visit his great aunt in New York, remember?”

“Ah, silly me! What about Gilbert Blythe? Is he still in Alberta with his father?”

Bruce hummed, returning his attention to the newspaper. “Seems like it. Bucky should be back soon. I’ll pay a visit at the end of the week and see what can be arranged.”

The girl laughed. “Bucky?”

“Yes,” Jen replied. “I believe he’s in the same grade as you.”

“What a dreadful name! Bucky!” the girl exclaimed.

Jen gave her a reproachable look. “Not as dreadful as that hair. Come on now, you’re running late.”

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years

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It’s my birthday!

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I’m celebrating it by celebrating you! I want to thank everyone who got me 400 followers by giving you a week of fics! Some stand alone, some sequels, some that have been asked for, and my favorite, some no one asked for 😈

This September 18th to 24th, I’ll be posting a new fic everyday!

Please stop by, spread the word, drop your predictions in the bucket, and please don’t hesitate to send me a line. I’m always willing to write some blurbs and drabbles. Follow the tag #Nar’s400FollowerBirthdayCelebration to stay up to date

The lineup:

September 18th: Caramel Part II - Lee Bodecker x black reader

September 19th: Luna - a/b/o au alpha!Steve Rogers x black reader

September 20th: Kiss Me Through the Phone - The Boys Next Door universe Stucky x black reader

September 21st: Let’s Get Married - a/b/o au Foxy universe sigma!Bucky Barnes x black reader

September 22nd: Goddess - Loki x black female oc Eris

September 23rd: Happy Birthday Mr. America - Sam Wilson x black reader

September 24th: No Cap? - Steve Rogers x black reader

Just tagging some of the wonderful people I’ve met along the way and have the pleasure of calling friends 🥹

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littlebosleepmusings · 2 years

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Somebody's Watching Me - Chapter One

Voices

MASTERLIST

WEDNESDAY 6:50 PM

The amount of empty wine bottles Jane has under the sink is honestly an embarrassment. She never usually overdid it or drank in excess, but she knows that just the presence of them piled there together, would make her look like a real alcoholic.

She sighs, as she clears every last one of them out. Even the chardonnay she never finished, goes straight down the drain. It wasn’t that great of a wine anyway.

Grover is pawing rapidly by her leg, to signal he wants to be let out.

“Okay, bud.” Jane quickly lets the dog out for some air.

As the sun sets, she stands there in a daze, watching the dog from the window while it treks through the wooded property. Trying to recall all the shit she has to do before heading out tonight.

The TV is playing some random news broadcast, that’s been driving her up the wall. She’s desperate for some peace and quiet. Jane paces over to living room, almost knocking over the boxes of candy on the ground, prepared for the trick-or-treaters. She knows she needs to get ready for Steve’s celebration soon. God forbid, she falls asleep and misses most of it. She’s been overtired lately.

As she goes to shut the television off, she passes by the photograph. It’s one of her, Darcy, Monica and the birthday girl. Natasha took the pic at some fancy downtown restaurant.

Her fondest memories of that night are when Darcy tried to flirt with the waiter, before realizing his wife was the Host. Darcy got beet red and the wife was a sweetheart about it, but you and Monica couldn’t stop laughing until wine eventually snorted out of her nose. Or someone’s nose. She can’t remember.

Jane’s eyes land on your face. You look so pretty there. It’s Thor’s favourite as well. It’s why they agreed to place it on the mantle. Jane smiles in remembrance. The picture is from a time when you were still yourself. Before broken hearts and toxic men ever came into the picture. At least you will be joining them tonight for a change. For the first time in a while. She has that to look forward to, if nothing else.

A few vibrations from her phone and Jane immediately knows who it is. Thor. He wants to know how things are going. She thinks about updating him on her status, but changes her mind last minute. He’s been distant and she has no idea why. Something’s changed, but yet he acts as if nothing is wrong. It doesn’t help that everyone seems to know, but her. She shakes the invasive thoughts from her brain. She’ll get there, when she gets there.

“OK, Jane. Time for a bath.”

8:05 PM

Jane didn’t mean to fall asleep in the tub at all and not for as long as she did either. She must have more exhausted than she thought. Sitting idly in water, that’s long since gone cold. She quickly washes her body and wraps herself in a towel.

She exits the lit bathroom, to find a house shrouded in darkness. She has to feel her way to another light switch. As she moisturizes and puts on her robe, Jane’s cell phone is suddenly blowing up in her bedroom.

She glances over at the name first. Yours.

“Hey. I’m pretty close. Be there soon.”

Jane is visibly frustrated by her friend’s announcement. “First you say you’re busy and we’ll meet there. Now you say you’re on your way. Which is it?”

“I’m sorry,” your voice apologizes. “I’m on my way. I really thought I had plans, but I didn’t. So sorry.”

Jane lets out a heavy sigh. “I’d be pissed if I didn’t love you so much, you know?”

“Likewise. Where’s Thor by the way? With you?”

“No. When is he ever?” Jane mutters, as she returns to living room “He’ll meet us there…uh where are you right now, lady?”

“I’m on my way. Promise.”

“You sure? A hundred percent?” Jane didn’t want to deal with anymore false promises at the moment.

“Yeah, of course. Swear on your life.”

“Great. So I definitely don’t have to drive then.” Jane smiles, pleased at the recent turn of events. Riding over with her friend, will give her the much needed girl time she’s been craving after a long work day.

“Yeah, not a problem,” her friend agrees. “Be ready for 9. See you soon.”

“See you.” Jane ends the call.

“I still haven’t even chosen my outfit yet,” Jane grumbles to herself, as she places her phone on the coffee table before walking to glass panelled door. She folds her arms and stares out into darkness outside. It’s too dark for her to focus on any one thing, so she watches the entire scene as a whole. She’s always had this childhood fear that if she looked for too long into the darkness, that she’d eventually see something she wish she hadn’t.

The phone ringing snaps her out of it. She runs to the kitchen to reach for it.

“What happened?” Jane questions, before she even registers that it’s the landline she’s taken up and not her cell.

“Hi, is this Jane Foster?”

Jane takes a pause, when she realizes it’s some unknown woman on the other end and not you. “Sorry, thought you were someone else. Yeah, this is she,” Jane answers into the phone. “How can I help?”

“I just wanted to let you know that your boyfriend is cheating on you.”

Jane pauses for a good few seconds, before responding. She never expected to hear those words over the phone.

“Who is this?”

“This is Stassi.” The woman answers simply, as if she’s speaking with someone who knows exactly who she is.

“And are you sure you even know who my boyfriend is?” Jane’s mouth upturns into a smile. This had to be a mix up of some sort because why they would be calling on her landline of all places.

“Of course. Thor Odinson. He plays for the Sabres…and you’re Jane Foster. Astronomy Major.”

“I’m a scientist now.” Jane shakes. “And you should know that Thor would never, so try again.” She is about to hang up the phone.

“Wait. He’s not who you think.”

“Oh yeah?” Jane asks. She gets the thought that she should text you to tell you what’s happening. You’d find it hilarious.

Jane slowly walks back into the living room, and reaches for her cellphone on the coffee table. She balances the cordless phone with her head, while she uses her hands to text.

OLDER TO RECENT

JANE: will you be there for Steve’s thing on wed?

YOU: Yup ㋡

JANE: OMG finally. Wanna go together?

YOU: A bit busy with something, but will meet you there

…

JANE: It’s gonna be a lot of fun. I miss you so so so much, missy. 💖💖Please don’t bail last second. I beg you.

YOU: Have I done that before? I won’t I won't I won't. promise

…

JANE: Not even seconds after we speak and some chick is calling me about Thor

YOU: ?

YOU: What is she saying?

Jane put down her cell for the moment, to bring her attention back to the woman on the phone. She holds the landline to her ear again with her hand.

“Do you really have nothing better to do on a Wednesday night, than to harass people?” The woman just chuckles lowly, as Jane continues. “Look, I have a meetup to get to and I don’t plan to waste my time talking to some groupie fan who has no life.”

“Oh really? Don’t you want to know the name of the woman who’s fucking your boyfriend?” The woman spits the last part like acid. “She’ll be there tonight.”

Jane hesitates. She wants to believe the woman is just trying to mess with her, but she isn’t certain. It sounds insane, but then why the hell does she believe her?

“What are you talking about?” Jane inquires. She reaches for her cell again to send another message.

JANE: Please be honest. IS there something I should know?

There is silence on the other end of the phone for what seems like an eternity.

“Alright. I’m hanging up.”

Jane gets no protests from the woman on the other end of the line, so she does follow through and hang up. Once in total silence again, she begins pacing back and forth.

8:45 PM

Jane has had time to snack on some yogurt, decide on an outfit, and get her makeup done. The outfit she chose is hanging up on her closet.

She is still in her robe and about to put on her earrings, when she checks her cellphone again. No response from you. She calls and it goes straight to voicemail.

“Come on. I’m waiting for you,” she mutters to herself.

Jane hears a familiar ring and reaches for bedside phone. She knows you wouldn’t call her on anything but her cell, but she didn’t anticipate the same caller calling back. She’d honestly forgotten about them for just a second.

“Hello, Jane.”

“Not you again. Seriously?”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” The woman sounds truly apologetic for disturbing her.

“Listen -” Jane starts.

“Hey, did Grover ever come back inside?

“W-what did you say?” Jane finds her voice faltering at the woman’s question.

“Your dog. Did he make it back inside the house?”

“How do you know my dog’s outside?” There’s a long silence on the other end.

“Can you see me or something? My place…” Jane almost feels silly asking it. Clearly she is being paranoid. This woman isn’t watching her. Lots of people have dogs and let them out in the evenings. This random woman guessing that correctly, doesn’t mean anything. Still she probes.

“What did you say your name was? Stassi?”

“Not Stassi.” Suddenly it’s no longer a young woman’s voice on the other end. The voice is now male. Low and sinister sounding, but completely unrecognizable to her.

“Who is this?” Jane asks.

“I have a question for you instead, Jane. Do you like scary movies?”

“This isn’t funny and I’m not in the mood for games.”

“Answer my question and maybe I’ll tell you where I am right now.”

Jane grabs for her cell, to text or try for 911, but only finds that it’s not in service.

“I need to get ready.” She tries to sound relaxed and unbothered, to no avail.

“What’s the point? You’ll never make it.”

“I’m…” Jane doesn’t know how to respond.

“Answer the question first and I’ll stop bothering you over the phone.

“I don’t like scary movies,” she spits out.

“That’s too bad,” the man almost whines. “Because you’re about to be in one.”

“I’m hanging up and calling the police.” Maybe threatening them will get them to lay off.

“Alright, if you insist… See you soon.”

When Jane ends the call and tries to dial for help, she finds the line dead. No matter what she presses, it doesn’t give a tone. The realization makes her skin crawl.

Fuck.

Jane knows she has three choices. She can run upstairs, run for the back door or run towards the front door.

She draws in a rushed, raggedy breath, and decides to take her chances with the front door. The street isn’t that far away. It’s better than running into a vast and dark forest.

Suddenly, there’s loud and urgent banging on the front door. It nearly gives her a heart attack. It sounds like someone is in trouble.

“Jane, it’s me.”

“Oh thank God.” She relaxes, once she hears your voice. "We have to get out of here."

Jane runs closer to the door, trying to reach the mail slot.

“What’s going on?”

The figure behind the frosted glass doesn't really look like you. All she sees is black.

She lowers herself to the opening, so her friend can hear her hushed voice better. “There’s someone watching me,” Jane whispers.

There’s a short beat before she gets a response.

“I know,” the voice whispers back.

And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being

With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline I think there's a flaw in my code

(Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh) These voices won't leave me alone Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold

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profoundtyrantharmony · 2 years

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Hi everyone !! Does anyone of you know some youtuber!reader // blogger!reader // vlogger!reader // journalist!reader with loki, thor, steve, bucky or poly ? Can be on Tumblr AO3 or even Wattpad 😉

I searched but didn't find a lot, maybe you could help 😊

Thanks a lot, please reblog so more people can see 🤗🥰

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thedarkcoven · 1 year

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Got new headphones so that means I'll be able to be in the zone since most the time I write/wrote I would always be listening to music for inspo.... Aka since I got headphones I'll be able to listen to music again without bothering my husband and son so I'll be able to start writing again HOWEVER.... I have no idea when I'm going to be constantly active again due to being so close to the baby's due date. So hopefully soon I'll be back, loves!! 💕💕💕💕

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knowledgevariabledarcy · 4 months

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perfec-rusher · 5 months

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Siendo adulta chiquita y me acompaña andrómeda

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rookthorne · 6 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶

》 𝐁𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤

The mask that covered the Soldat both embodied the character and hid the man behind it, the cloak of his character so effective it was a shock when he cornered and isolated you, to ask you out on a date. Stranger things had happened, that you were sure of.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 》 Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 》 5.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 》 Fluff, a game of chase with an intensity times a hundred, consensual stalking, primal, knife play ჻჻჻ TROPES: Meet cute, first date, friends to lovers

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 》 There is a surprise cameo in here of someone I never thought I would write for... Halloween called for it.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒂 》 @smutconnoisseur

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 》 @rookthorne's Fright Night — Masterlist

》 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄

》 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

》 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍

What felt like years had passed since the previous night.

After your encounter with the infamous Soldat, you had gone home feeling unsettled, unmoored with the curiosity that held you in such a tight vice it was impossible to breathe without the urge to research and know more.

You had eventually given in – the social media platforms did not pull much of what you didn’t already know, however, you realised that Soldat had his own playlist on the park’s YouTube channel. Each video was filmed with a shaky camera and you could see him stalking after the person filming, and then he would vanish when they went through a crowd, just like a ghost – what he proclaimed to be.

Comments called him a hoax, a stunt pulled by the park to call more visitors to the park. Which, you admitted, had worked – you went there and you signed that waiver just to have a chance to encounter him.

Granted, you had gotten much more than you bargained for by far, that was for certain. Being hunted like prey and then cornered in an alleyway, only to find out he was intrigued by you…

“Hmm,” you hummed, scrolling through the comments of a video. A single comment caught your attention and you stopped your mindless scrolling and paused to read it.

He chased after me for like ten minutes. It was the scariest thing in my life and I commend him for his skill. Looking forward to coming back next season!

A short video was attached. It portrayed Soldat over the shoulder of the poster, flipping his knife nonchalantly as he stared straight at the camera.

You couldn’t help but notice that every time you stumbled upon something pertaining to the Soldat that no one mentioned his proximity – not a single word about how they’d been pulled to his chest or had his hands on them and a knife to their throat. “That’s- That can’t be right,” you said, furrowing your brows.

Had he made an exception for you?

The worker that walked you through the waiver had endlessly assured you that this was due process, and that every person that signed the waivers was given the option to opt out of encounters with Soldat. He went on to explain that even if you did sign the waiver, there was no guarantee to have an interaction with a specific character.

You still signed it, fully understanding the fact that it wasn’t a promise to see the Soldat. There was that hope, maybe even longing, that he would make an appearance, and you had been accutely surprised with just how he had presented himself.

He stood so close you could feel his chest rise and fall against your back with every breath; you could hear his muffled words behind the mask, the accented dialogue of his character tinged with a mother tongue of Russian.

You wondered where the actor was from – whether he was just putting on a show, or whether he was in fact, from Russia. From what you understood and researched, the words he spoke translated to something that made you shiver.

Those feelings and those words did not leave your mind as you slept, nor as you worked through the day. It was enough of a distraction that you had made so many slip ups and mistakes without realising, and you had been forced to start tasks over half way through.

Your coworkers had revelled in that, even teased you for it.

Sighing heavily, you placed your phone down in your lap and stared at the wall of your bedroom. Nightfall was creeping closer and closer. Soon you would need to leave to get to the park and that’s when you would see him, and that thought sent a thrill of excitement up your spine.

Hours later, you stood at the entryway of the park once again. It felt surreal, like you were walking through a lucid dream filled with excited crowds flocking their way through the attractions.

It was the eve of Halloween and everything had been ramped up – lights, fire, and fog were increased exponentially. There were even more actors stalking through the crowds and scattering them like pins in a bowling alley.

A few of them tried jumping in front of you, but you only stared at them with a smirk when they pouted at your lack of reaction. “Ain’t here for a scare, lamb?” one asked, baring his teeth.

“Nah,” you replied, “just here to watch everyone else lose their shit.” Whether it was in character or not, the actor laughed and moved on, amused with your blunt answer.

Your reason for venturing to the park, however, could not have been more wrong. The words that the Soldat had said to you the previous night, “I will find you, kotenok. You will not escape so easily next time,” rang through your mind, bouncing off the confines of your skull.

If he were here, he would find you, you reasoned. With that self-assurance, you started forward and passed through the sign in desk with a practised ease, then you headed straight off towards the rides. The crowd cleared as you walked, and you laughed at a group of young men as they scattered from an actor that had skidded across the floor towards them.

“Little lamb!” a woman’s voice yelled, and you spun around to find Widow walking towards you, this time without her bat-hybrid weapon. Instead of a torn up leather jacket, she was wearing a suit – dark crimson, like her hair – and her white dress shirt was splattered with gore. “You came back! Soldat left you in peace, then.”

You grinned. “He didn’t make it easy, Widow.” She laughed – a manic sound that made your gut twist. “Anyway, I best get on,” you said simply. “I am being hunted.”

“Oh, don’t I know it, little one,” she sang. A bubble of gum popped as she spoke, and she went on her way, swinging her hips and jumping at the crowd to make them yell with fear.

The archway to the ride section of the park loomed as you walked towards it, and you took a deep breath. On the exhale, you heard a loud bang right next to you and you shrieked, jumping to the side and you slammed into the shoulder of a bystander. “Sorry, oh my god–I’m so s-” You stopped and your mouth fell open.

“Careful there, sweetheart,” the man purred. His head was covered in a black cowl with a red insignia, but his eyes were a striking blue – if he didn’t look so foreboding, you would have trusted him. Black armour covered his shoulders, that same red insignia plastered right on his chest. “Wouldn’t wanna run into the wrong fella ‘round here.”

“N-No, sorry,” you stuttered.

For some unknown reason, this particular actor struck a deep chord of fear within you – just like The Soldat did.

He smirked – it was a dark, sinister pull of his lips that made you shudder. “Run along now, little lamb.”

You squeaked and shuffled off, keenly aware of his eyes watching after you.

The archway was only a few feet away when you looked up from your trainer-clad feet, only to freeze in place. A man, clad in black and eyes lined with kohl, stared straight back at you while flipping a knife in his left hand. The glint of metal caught you by surprise, and you abruptly realised the reason his hand was so cold against your mouth the previous night was because it was made of metal.

Your heart pounded against your ribs as you stared at him, and him at you.

He was leaning against the wall with an arm across his chest, and he didn’t seem bothered by the crowds around him giving him such a wide berth that the archway was almost impassible. You noticed a set of hard knee guards over the canvas of his pants, and heavy boots ladened and covered with straps were on his feet.

“Oh, no,” you breathed, blinking owlishly at him. His stare didn’t waver, but if you weren’t mistaken, you watched the corner of one of his eyes crinkle. The bastard was smirking.

“Ah, my little kotenok,” he called, his voice as raspy and deep as it was the night before. “I told you I would find you.” The knife slipped back into a holster at his hip, and he strode forward. You only took a few hesitant steps back. “Where are you off to, devochka?”

“Anywhere but here.” You turned and bolted in the opposite direction, ignoring the way people watched you flee with widened eyes. “Can’t catch me this time!”

“Oh, YA by snova podumal, kotenok,” he said right behind you. “You can only run so far.”

You screamed and ran faster, laughing as you did so – almost in hysterics from the adrenaline, when the footsteps behind you suddenly stopped. Instinct told you that you were not safe, he was indeed a ghost that you could not outrun, but damn it all if you weren’t going to try.

“And there she goes, run, lamb,” Widow called ahead of you, and she bowed as you ran past. “Run, run, as fast you can–Soldat will catch you!”

“Not helpful!” you yelled back over your shoulder, and her laughter could be heard over the loud music.

Yesterday had taught you a valuable lesson, and no matter how many empty and dark alleyways you passed, you did not stop to rest – only sticking to the main walkways as you panted and slowed down to a stop. People looked at you as they passed, but you brushed off their curious stares as you heaved for breath, hands on your knees.

A bench was only a few feet away, and you decided it wasn't too much of a risk just to sit down – you were still in the open and there were minimal shadows for the Soldat to hide. It was a flat bench situated in front of a garden of sorts; plants of all sizes and dark colours flourishing.

“Fuck,” you huffed, and you sat down heavily on the hard surface. “This shit is insane.”

Cold metal closed over your mouth, and your muffled shout went ignored as knees pressed into your back, or, more accurately, hard plastic knee guards. The same ones that you saw the Soldat wearing. “I told you, kotenok,” he growled. His knife dug into your neck, pinching the skin. “You cannot run from me. I will hunt you.”

“You’re such an ass,” you grumbled behind his hand, and you gasped as he yanked you back. The new position allowed you to look into his eyes; a haunting, predatory glint danced across the shades of grey.

“Povtori. Nemnogo gromche,” he snarled, narrowing his eyes.

The danger in his tone made you gulp, a painful action with the angle of your neck. “What?”

“I said, devochka,” he snapped, the tip of his blade dancing across your jugular. “Say that a little louder for me.”

Oh, no, you thought, and you shook your head. Pain shot down your legs and you shuffled them In an attempt to alleviate the pressure on your spine.

Soldat clicked his tongue, evidently disappointed. “Run, then, kotenok. When I catch you again, you will regret it.” He shoved you forward and he disappeared into the shrubs.

It was like he wasn’t even there in the first place.

“Oh, come on!” you groaned, getting to your feet with a wince. The music of the park was louder in your ears, screams and cries of shock even more so as you frantically looked around for a new escape route.

For what felt like only a few moments, you were free – walking briskly between attractions and groups of visitors to throw off the tail you knew was on you, when it happened. You had only stopped for a second, just to look and decide whether to turn left or right, when you heard a group of women cry out and point behind you.

Your stomach swooped with fear. A sharp exhale left your lips before you turned on the balls of your feet to face your assailant, only, he was right there – barely a foot of distance between your bodies. His head was tilted, long, dark hair drifted over the holes in his mask, and his eyes were fixed on you; both a sense of bright curiosity and dark foreboding flashing across them in equal measure.

“You are not very good at the game of cat and mouse, little kotenok,” he mused, and a sparkle of mischief twinkled in his eyes for a split second. “Maybe I should teach you.”

People swarmed around you, excited to be getting a proper look at the infamous Soldat, but he didn’t seem perturbed by the attention.

You fought against your heart that seemed to have made its new home in your throat, and you stammered a quiet, “You’re just too damn good at your job.”

A huff of breath blew his hair up and off the mask. “You flatter me.” He looked around then at the crowd, like he was assessing it for his own escape route. “Would you like to try again, little one?” He looked back at you, brow raised. “You seem to have garnered quite the reputation for being a sassy feyyerverk.”

“Firework?”

“Close,” he hummed. “My little kotenok is a firecracker–fierce and cute.”

Cute? “Soldat,” you said, unable to keep the sense of disbelief from your tone, “Are you-”

“Run,” he intoned, interrupting you. He pulled a knife from the holster at his hip and brandished it. You caught his subtle glance to the alleyway between two attractions that seemed to be dying in popularity.

You blanched at the sight of the knife, and you took off running in the direction he glanced at. People around you scattered as your feet hit the pavement, and you could hear Soldat run in a different direction, away from you.

The alleyway was deserted, as you hoped, and you leaned against the fence to catch your breath. “At least I have my cardio done,” you huffed, hand over your chest.

“That is an understatement,” a voice said in the shadows, a ghost of a laugh in their voice.

“Ah! What the fuck!”

The Soldat appeared, flipping his knife as he stared at you. “Such a flighty thing, aren’t you?”

You narrowed your eyes at him and crossed your arms. “Says the one that had me fleeing through the park for a second night in a row.”

“Guilty.” He shrugged a shoulder, then holstered his knife. “I cannot help it, kotenok. I love the chase.”

“Really? I wouldn’t have known,” you deadpanned, and you sighed when you saw his eyes crinkle in what you knew was a cheeky grin. “Anyway, what does the infamous, shadowed Soldat want, huh?”

He leaned against the fence and crossed his arms, still watching you intently. “I did not lie when I said that you… Intrigued me–your waiver was most amusing.” There was a beat of silence, then, “As I hunted you these past two nights, I watched you with my colleagues. You were never frightened–shocked, yes, but not frightened. I have made a name for myself with this character I play, and I have never encountered anyone–let alone a woman, that was not terrified of me.”

You blinked. “And this means–?”

“It means that for once in my life,” he began, and you couldn’t help but notice the change in his voice – the accent was almost nonexistent and his demeanour became hospitable, almost friendly. It made you so overwhelmingly curious on how he acted out of character. “Well, it means that I am breaking out of my ‘infamous character’ and his tendencies, and I am going to ask you out on a date.”

“A date?” you repeated, absolutely floored. The sounds of the park were muted in the background, and all you could hear was the hammering of your heart in your ears; feel it in your throat. “You- You are asking me out on a date?”

Soldat raised a brow and then shook his head, as though he was exasperated. “What, you need your hearing checked as well as your attitude?”

“Hey!” you laughed, slapping his shoulder. The leather was warm to the touch, and you immediately drew back. “Where did this sass come from?”

He shrugged and looked down at his feet, fidgeting. “No one knows. It’s nice to be able to sass someone in costume–it’s amusing.”

“I didn’t know you were such a little shit,” you stated. “I mean, I could have guessed since you chase people for a living–and you’re too damn good at it, too.”

He bowed low and spread his arms. “Thank you, princess.”

“Shut up.”

A moment of silence passed as you looked into his face and the earnest, open look of his eyes stirred something in you. Feelings long dormant – ones that had been non-existent for many moons, it felt – rose and swirled in your stomach, bringing butterflies to life. They fluttered and flocked around, the foreign sensation setting your nerves aflame.

“I will–go on a date; with you,” you clarified, smiling softly.

His face brightened and you suspected his grin would have been blinding if the mask wasn’t hiding it from view. “I get off this shift in an hour,” he explained, looking over your shoulder. “I’ll meet you by the entrance. I’ll take you out for–how about a milkshake?”

“Oh, my god, yes,” you rushed, nodding vehemently. “What about that diner?”

Soldat nodded once. “Sounds like a plan, doll.”

Your stomach swooped again and you were speechless at the sweet pet name. “I- What do I–?”

“Name’s Bucky,” Soldat offered. “I’d take your hand and I would kiss your knuckles–be a real Disney prince, but,” he gestured at the mask. “I’ll save that for later.”

“Okay,” you breathed, still unable to believe what was happening. Just as you offered your name, Bucky stepped closer and you let him bring you into his chest. You wrapped your arms around him – a gentle hug that conveyed all of what you couldn’t express. “I will see you later?”

“You betcha.” Bucky squeezed your shoulder and walked past you. “Go have fun. I’ll find you.”

You grinned at him as he walked backwards. “Go get ‘em, tiger!” He saluted and jogged off, sticking to the shadows.

For the entire hour you explored the park, watching as visitors scrambled from actors or fawned over certain ones as the stalked past. There was the occasion that you caught a glimpse of Bucky as he followed different people, but he never broke character to acknowledge you, nor did he even glance your way.

It afforded you the opportunity to watch from an outsider’s vantage point – after having been so thoroughly been chased over the past two days. You could never stop and admire just how skilled Bucky was at his job. His muscled frame was surprisingly lithe and agile, and whenever his target searched for him, he’d always expertly hide, successfully out of sight but never out of mind.

A perfect tactic if you’d ever seen one; drive the target mad with the feeling of being watched while slowly, carefully covering the distance, before pouncing.

The hour wore on and as it ticked over, you made your way to the main entrance. At this hour, the crowds had started to thin out, leaving behind only the very dedicated patrons – all of which flocked in packs and walked back and forth, taunting the actors.

You leaned against the gate and contently watched people pass by, wondering just where Bucky would be, when a figure approached.

A large duffle bag was slung over his shoulder, of which were exceptionally broad and pulled the dark red henley taut over his chest. Tight, dark jeans stretched over his thighs, while black combat boots thumped over the pavement.

The stranger looked up and met your gaze, and your heart stopped; ceasing its rhythm entirely. You’d know those eyes anywhere, you had seen them for two nights in a row, covered and lined with kohl, but they were no less distinctive.

His hair, while loose and greasy as his time in character, was now damp and clean, a slight curl at the ends that came to his jaw.

“Hey, doll,” he greeted, grinning widely as he stood in front of you. “You ready to go?”

Words failed you. You blinked, opened your mouth, closed it, then opened it again-

Bucky laughed. “I know, I look different. I can’t walk around looking like someone’s worst nightmare all the time.”

“Different?” you parroted, gesturing at his chest, then just at his body in general. “Where the hell were you hiding all this?”

“You have to be fit to keep up with mischievous kittens, don’t you?” he teased. The words made your whole body heat, but you were saved from responding when he nodded to the parking lot. “Now, if you’re done bein’ starstruck, doll, let’s head out and get those milkshakes.”

“Huh,” you managed, voice thin. “Yeah–yeah, let’s go.”

Bucky grinned and grabbed your hand, pulling you along. “So, what’s your favourite–milkshake, I mean.”

“That’s a loaded question.” The two of you came to a stop at a classic muscle car, the paint gleaming under the tall, overhead lights. “Nice car, Buck,” you praised.

“Why, thank you, sweetheart,” he purred, throwing the duffle bag in the trunk. “I built her from the ground up.”

The drive to the diner was a little while, the time filled with small talk that didn’t venture past anything you wouldn’t discuss as friends. It drove your curiosity – Bucky was such a well spoken man, never presumptuous and he respected you, not to mention he seemed to be intrigued with anything you offered him.

He asked you about your job, what you did in your spare time; hobbies, dreams, things that you felt so safe to offer him, and he offered you the same in return.

You found out he had been a scare actor for his youth, too – working hard to save up for his car, and to provide for his family.

“For years,” he began as he pulled up to a stop light. “I shadowed a man that no one really knew much about. But, when I tell you that he was a master at what he did? I am not lyin’ one bit.” The engine purred as he shifted back into first gear when the light turned green. “He taught me all I know.”

The diner came into view a few moments later, and the obnoxious red and pink lighting stood out amongst the other late night dwellings. Bucky pulled the car into a park by the entrance, slipping out the driver’s seat to jog over and open your door. “Madame,” he said, bowing as you stood up.

You laughed a little and stepped to the side so Bucky could close the door, and the chirp of the car alarm sounded soon after. “I love this place,” you said quickly, walking towards the door – of which Bucky opened before you could even get a hand on the handle. “It’s always got the best milkshakes.”

“I have to agree,” Bucky offered, going to the counter. “Pick a seat for us. I’ll order.”

There was a booth free in the corner, out of the way and shielded from prying eyes of other patrons that sipped at their drinks or dug into their baskets of food, even at this late hour.

Bucky soon slid into the bench seat of the booth opposite to you, a smile on his lips, when you suddenly blurted, “You are so different to your character.” There was a beat of silence as he comfortably situated himself, and you felt compelled to go on. “Don’t get me wrong, Buck, you are one of the best guys I’ve ever met. It is just so surprising that you can switch so easily. The Soldat is terrifying, if I’m honest.”

“Practice.” He placed his chin on his fist, looking into your face. “I’ve been doing this for years now. You leave your character when you take off the costume–sure, he’s me, but he’s also pretty fucked up. It’s an act. He doesn’t leave the park–he gets packed up in my duffle at the end of every shift.”

You mirrored his posture, smiling as he winked at you. “It’s just fascinating, that’s all.”

“You’re cute when you’re curious,” Bucky said quietly, and you blinked. “I mean it, doll. It’s sweet. Not to mention refreshing.”

“Well,” you started, scrambling for words as your tongue seemed to tie itself. “You- Interesting doesn’t cover it.”

“Aren’t you good at makin’ a fella feel special,” he cooed, a slight, rosy blush high on his cheeks.

For what felt like hours, you sat opposite Bucky, learning about him while he learned all about you – it was an instant connection that you had never felt before, not with anyone. You learned that he had sisters and that he was a twin, and his best friend was called Steve who also worked at the same park.

“You may have seen him tonight, actually,” Bucky ventured, biting his bottom lip. “He was wearing his black get-up, red insignias?”

“Oh! Yeah,” you said quickly, slapping your hand down on the table. “I bumped into him! He scared the daylights out of me.”

Bucky laughed. “Lemme guess, he pulled out the charm card, then decided to tell you to run?”

“Yes!” you cried, eyes wide. “What is his deal?”

“He’s up there with me, he just loves fuckin’ with lone visitors. He takes after me for that, punk,” Bucky laughed, shaking his head.

“You tell him, from me, that he is an asshole.”

“Will do,” Bucky promised, winking. “Stevie’ll take it like a compliment, knowin’ him.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes. The sky was lightening up outside, and you baulked at the clock hanging from the wall across the diner. It was the early morning – you had stayed out with Bucky for hours, literal hours, and you hadn’t even realised.

Bucky turned around to look as well, and he chuckled. “I think we both got places to be today?” he questioned, looking back at you. “And we got tonight, too.”

“Uh, yeah,” you agreed, yawning slightly. “You’ll be there tonight?”

Bucky nodded. “‘Course I will–you?”

You hummed an ascent and rose from the sticky leather seat of the booth. “I’ll call a cab. I can’t wait to get a few hours of shut eye.”

“Wait,” Bucky quietly said, offering his hand. “I paid already–no, don’t argue with me–can I take you home, doll? Please?”

You hesitated, but he had never revealed any red flags, not that you had noticed. He had been the perfect gentleman, and you couldn’t help but feel attached to him already, which, objectively, biassed your point of view. “If you’re sure,” you replied, raising a brow. “I don’t want to impose-”

“You never could, sweetheart,” Bucky assured softly. “C’mon, I’ll take you home.”

When Bucky pulled up to the curb of your apartment, he killed the engine and made to get out of the car. “You don’t have to-” You started, but Bucky shook his head. “Alright, alright,” you said quietly. More to yourself, you muttered, “Maybe chivalry isn’t dead.”

“I would hope not,” Bucky said, right next to you.

You jumped and shrieked, a cut off noise that made Bucky laugh. “You have to stop doing that.”

“Nah. I don’t think I will.”

At your door, Bucky stepped back and waited for you to unlock the door with your keys, but before you stepped inside, you turned to him, biting your lip. “I had a really good time tonight, Bucky. Thank you.”

Bucky beamed proudly. “Anytime, doll. Would you want to go out with me again? I don’t care if it’s too soon to ask,” he rushed, not allowing you a chance to interject. “I had a fun time with you tonight. You’re sweet, witty–intelligent, too.”

“Flatterer,” you accused, willing your heart to slow. “It’s working, though. And yes, I’d love to go out with you again. How about after Halloween?”

“Sounds perfect to me, baby,” he said quietly, and you felt heat rise on your neck. Your heart skipped a beat and you shied away slightly, so unused to attention. “Can I have your number? I can text you so you have mine.”

You took his offered phone and typed your number in, careful to get it correct in your tired state. “Here you go,” you whispered, blinking sluggishly. “You’ll get home safely?”

“Of course,” Bucky said confidently. “You gonna be alright for the night? You look dead on your feet, doll.”

“I’ll be fine.” You stepped forward and embraced him, hugging him with all your remaining strength. His arms wrapped around you and he sighed happily. “Thank you for tonight–text me when you get home?”

“Will do,” Bucky offered.

Tension filled the air as you pulled back, and you considered whether you should act on the urge to kiss him – to embody the true want to be close to him. Fuck it, you thought.

Bucky seemed to anticipate it or want it just as bad. He met you halfway, bringing you into his chest as his lips met yours. It wasn’t chaste and it stole your breath, and in that singular second, you decided you wanted more – but at least, not for right now.

You wanted a second date, first.

Pulling back, you smiled and Bucky smirked. “And that’ll get me home jus’ fine, sweetheart.” You giggled and stepped back, moving towards the door just as Bucky said, “Goodnight, baby. Have a good sleep and I’ll see you tomorrow–don’t forget that we have a game of cat and mouse to play.”

“Sure, sure,” you teased. The inside of your apartment was quiet as you slipped inside. “See you tomorrow, Buck.”

He waved, and you closed the door quietly, resting your forehead on the cool wood as you took deep, steadying breaths.

A sense of anticipation settled over you – Halloween was the busiest night of the year at that park, and you knew that Bucky would not let you get away so easily as he allowed before. You would just have to outsmart him, or attempt to, at least.

That night, after curling up in bed, you slept and dreamed of a shadowed man, running and chasing after you, his laughter loud and carefree.

devochka = girl ya by snova podumal, kotenok = I would think again, kitten povtori. nemnogo gromche = repeat that. a little louder. feyyerverk = firework/firecracker

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