artsitry (2/2) bucky barnes x reader
part 1 part 2
this is the date, reader has scarred and tatted arms but there's not a lot of details about it. this fic is just generally me being self indulgent so sorry not sorry lol
Song: secret by suffer club
tag list: @cynic-spirit
10am. we had met at the museum at 10am. and it was exactly how i thought it was going to be, and so much more. bucky seemed like he was enjoying himself and he was just as enthused to see the art in my sketch book that i had brought along. he told me he was glad to wait for me while i drew, 'inspiration hits at random times after all'. that i guess solidified this date for me.
if i didnt like him a lot before i definitely did now. now as we walked down the street, hand in hand, talking about the date and the weather and the whatever else we could find to talk about. he was much less quiet and i was glad he was warming up to me. his personality really seemed to shine through. i just wish i could see him in his element, but then again maybe this was it. maybe he felt most at home walking along the streets of new york. then he stopped, making me look over at the shop in front of us.
"oh, i used to go here as a kid, im surprised its still around, wonder if its as good as i remember."
he lamented and i shrugged.
"only one way to find out."
i said boldly, pulling him inside.
"wait, no, y/n thats okay."
i turned and looked at him as i tugged him to the order counter.
"hey if you can share a piece of your childhood with me then great, ive never been here and we agreed on pizza for lunch. even if it is three in the afternoon and we had a snack at the cafe in the museum."
i said and he laughed.
"fine, fine, what do you want?"
he asked and i turned to the counter. there were ready-made in the window of cheese and peperoni pizzas. i shrugged,
"pep works for me."
i looked back to him and he was already ordering from the man that had emerged from the back. he was wearing a stained white t-shirt donning the logo of the pizzeria and had a thick gray mustache that sat atop his thin lip. it almost made me laugh but i had more decency than that. when Bucky pulled his wallet i sent him a look.
"what did i tell you about today?"
i asked and he acted like he had no idea what i was talking about, handing the man cash after shrugging at me. i sent him a look as he handed me the large slice on a plate.
"it was my pick; my pay."
he said as i followed him back outside. i scolded him in my mind as we sat on the stairs next to the restaurant. we both sat in silence for a moment as we began eating, the sun shining brightly through the tree in front of us. i squinted before looking over at him.
"so, is it the way you remember it?"
i asked and he smiled, chewing contently before nodding. i couldn't help but laugh at how happy he seemed.
"glad to hear it, it is pretty good. solid choice."
i complimented as i got back to eating my own slice.
"if only the breeze would come back."
he mumbled, setting his plate in his lap and pulling his jacket down his arms. i watched a little surprised as he took it off. he told me he almost never did that in public, just in case. it was a thing in the museum, with the temperature control and what-not it was pretty warm, but he was adamant he keep it on.
i asked lightly and he nodded, digging back into the slice.
"i guess if you can do it so can i."
i said, pulling my own jacket off. i didnt look at him after though. part of me didnt want to know what he thought about it and i knew his face would tell me exactly that.
"those look cool."
he said nonchalantly and i nodded.
i looked down at the tattoos covering the majority of my arms. you could only see scarring through some of them but the color covered most of it.
"did it hurt?"
he asked and i finally did turn to look at him.
"what's under it hurt worse."
i said, mentally kicking myself.
"do you wanna talk about it?"
i just shook my head, looking to the concrete ahead of us. suddenly i had lost my appetite.
"its why i'm in therapy if that's what you were wondering. but i'm fine now."
what i wasn't expecting was his embrace. he wrapped his arms around my shoulders loosely until i moved. when i hugged him back his grip got tighter and i closed my eyes. it was like i was waiting for this forever but i think we had finally come to an understanding. maybe he just finally realized i was as broken as he was.
"freedom isnt free."
he whispered and it took everything in me to not cry.
"i just wish it weren't so expensive."
i croaked out and he loosened his grip, sitting back enough to still be holding me but so he could also look at me.
"only fighters know what it takes."
he said, looking between my eyes.
"ya know buck, something feels like we were meant to find each other."
i said and he nodded.
"i think youre right."
i wiped my face and stood up, reaching for his hand. he raised his brow.
"wanna go back to my place and watch a movie?"
then he smiled at me, a pure, genuine smile as he stood up. he took my hand in his.
"you got anything from the forties?"
he asked and i laughed.
"i cant say that i do, but have you seen the hobbit?"
he paused and looked at me.
"seen the hobbit?"
"i mean its kind of long, three movies at three hours a piece, but they're some of my favorites. they make me feel better when im not feeling like myself."
i let out a nervous laugh. he just lit up and i felt at home.
"i would love to watch the hobbit, its one of my favorite books."
i stepped closer to him, smile still on my face, as i placed my hand gently against his arm.
"then i definitely think youll like the movies too, if youre free for the day."
i said and he laughed back.
"i think my schedule is pretty clear."
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