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superstarlightt · 2 years

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⋆ mood lighting → b. barnes ⋆

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pairing - 1930s!bucky barnes x fem!wheelchair-user!reader

word count - 1.6k

key - y/e/c - your eye colour

summary - you never understood why he always came to the dances your resident home threw but you were always so glad when he did

warnings - MINORS DNI, fluff, so much fluff, little plot, just fluff, brief mention of abandonment

author's note - when i say that the headcanon behind this has been living rent-free in my head for over a year, i just knew i had to make this my very first fic on here - it's truly a self-indulgent fic and i don't care

please don't copy, repost or translate this !

You locked gazes with him in the low lighting as soon as you entered the room before you quickly looked away in embarrassment. He was stood to the side like he usually was when these things were starting up, welcoming conversations with the other residents with a broad smile and a listening ear, though his eyes kept flickering back to you whenever you managed to glance at him, making you blush and look away every time. James Buchanan Barnes. That was what Miss Morris told you all to call him. James or Mr Barnes. But, when Miss Morris wasn’t listening, he always insisted that you were to call him Bucky. It was what his friends called him and he wanted you and your friends to feel like he was your friend too, not some random man who was a volunteer at your own home. Because he was a friend.

He came to the home at least twice a week. Always Mondays and Fridays. Sometimes, he’d bring Steve too but, most of the time, it’d be just him. And... What was special about him was the fact that he had never treated anyone in there like children. Even the children. You’d seen him before, talking to the younger residents as if they were miniature adults as he played with them, and it warmed your heart. He was a sweet man. And he definitely made all of the girls swoon.

The usual fluorescent white lights were replaced with what your friends called ‘mood lighting’ and you could almost feel the music float around the room as it played from the record player in the corner. Not too loud, not too soft. Just... Perfect. As you looked around the room, you noticed a few of your friends were already dotted around, swaying around the makeshift dance floor mindlessly with absent smiles, and you couldn’t help but chuckle. Nights like these were always your favourites. So full of laughter and conversation that you wished every night could be like this but, at the same time, you knew that not having these nights all of the time made them even more special.

But Bucky... God, Bucky Barnes. He was undoubtedly the highlight of these nights. He never missed them, always taking time out of his own life to attend and help out, and you could never understand why. Was there nothing better he could do with his evenings? Not that you or anyone else were complaining, of course. You were always excited to see him. Him with his eyes and his smile and his chuckles that, more often than not, turned into uproarious laughter...

It was safe to say that you had a crush on the apparently-famous heartbreaker of Brooklyn. You and all of the other girls at the resident home. Some of them did prefer Steve when he tagged along and the poor boy would always be so flustered around them but you... You never looked at anyone else. Besides Steve, no-one else had ever treated you in the way Bucky had, not even your own parents when they visited, God bless them though. While everyone else babied you and tended you to help you with every little thing, Bucky liked to challenge you and treated you as who you were - a girl his age - and, when Miss Morris wasn’t looking, he’d flirt with you too. You were certain he did it with everyone but it still made you feel special.

“Hey there, doll.”

Finding yourself at the refreshments table, you jumped in your wheelchair at the sudden voice and turned your head in the direction towards it, only to be greeted with Bucky and his adorable apologetic smile, his blue eyes sparkling in the low light. Your heart thundered as your y/e/c eyes met his. You hadn’t even realised he walked over to you until he spoke up, you were far too busy daydreaming about him. Flustered, you smiled too.

“H-Hi, Bucky,” you stammered and cursed under your breath as you did so but he just chuckled.

He leant across the table to pluck two cups from the stack, retrieving a paper straw for you, and you watched him pour punch into them before looking out at the room, noticing how loud your surroundings had become as more of your fellow residents arrived. You didn’t even know what you were celebrating tonight but you loved seeing everyone happy.

“Here you are, sweetheart,” Bucky said, pulling your attention back to him, as he sat on a chair beside you and held out your drink.

“Thanks, Bucky,” you replied and took a sip before he placed it aside for you. “No Steve tonight?”

Bucky shook his head. “He wanted to come but his ma took a turn for the worst so he’s lookin’ after her.”

You frowned and watched as Bucky sipped his drink, his eyes wandering over the growing crowd with a content smile on his face. You loved how much he cared about the people no-one else seemed to think twice about, especially the little kids who had been abandoned by their parents because they’d been born with something that made them different. To everyone in the resident home, he was the older brother they needed, he gave them the love and care that they deserved and, in that moment, when you were staring at him in the low light, you realised that that was why you’d fallen for him. No-one you’d ever known was as kind-hearted and loving as he was.

You both lost track of time as you sat together, talking about anything and everything you could think about, even though you both knew everything about each other already, when you noticed that the record player had stopped playing the generic jazz tunes that these nights were usually full of and instead was playing a sweet, soft tune. You turned to look back at Bucky, going to ask him if he knew what the song was, but he was already stood in front of you with his arm outstretched for you. Your face turned bright red under his stare. This wasn’t an unfamiliar position you found yourself in, you and Bucky danced together every time these nights happened. He danced with every girl in the resident home to make them feel special and you loved that about him.

But this time was different.

The way he stared at you was different. There was a gleam in his blue eyes that you didn’t recognise, something behind his boyish smile you found hard to decipher. Normally, the two of you would crack a joke as he asked you to dance but it didn’t seem to be the right time tonight.

“How ‘bout a dance, doll?” he asked as the singer started singing above the music.

You found yourself at a loss for words so you nodded and his smile grew twice its size as he bent down to help you to your feet. You smiled at him and reached up to brush his hair from his eyes but shrieked out laughing as he spun you off of your feet, fluidly situating you both onto the dance floor before he set you back on the ground. Your face burned scarlet and your heart was singing along to the song as you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hands holding your waist delicately as you swayed to the music together. Bucky started to hum along as you stared into each other’s eyes in the low light. Your heart sped up. You didn’t know what he was doing, what lurked behind everything he did tonight, but you did know one thing as you danced and danced.

You were falling deeper and deeper for Bucky Barnes.

“Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm. And your cheeks so soft,” he sung softly, moving to rest his forehead on yours, and you felt your breath catch in your throat. “There is nothing for me but to love you... And the way you look tonight.”

“Bucky...” you whispered.

It felt like a dream. You could’ve sworn you’ve had this dream before. Since you first met him, you’ve wanted this, so why were you scared at the prospect of it finally coming true?

Were you scared though? Scared didn’t feel like the right word for how you felt but you couldn’t think of what you meant, not with him taking over all of your senses. Everything within you screamed for you to do something, to do the thing that was in every one of your favourite novels. You felt almost as if you would never survive the night if you didn’t. But you were frozen. You couldn’t do it.

So he did it instead.

For a moment, it was just you two on the dance floor, it was just you two in the room, swaying to the sweet song that played from the record player, as Bucky’s blue eyes pierced into your own y/e/c eyes. Then they darted to your lips for a brief second and your heart sped up. You hoped he couldn’t hear its thumping as he leaned in closer and pressed his lips onto yours.

You were surprised that your lips knew how to respond when they had never been kissed before but you weren’t complaining, especially when he pulled you in closer. You felt lightheaded in the best way possible during the kiss, you found yourself wanting more and more as the seconds passed and a frown fell upon your lips as he pulled away, which made him chuckle. He kissed your forehead before placing his on it again and, as you stared into his eyes in the mood lighting, you knew everything he was thinking. He didn’t have to utter a single word.

It didn’t matter what Miss Morris thought. You were Bucky’s girl now.

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