pov- imagines

GHOSTED- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader
warnings: creepy date, some angst, rejection, ghosting, sad reader
about: requested!! Could you write something kinda angsty, bucky is occupied but reader thinks he ghosted her. maybe he has a dramatic reentry like he sees her at a bar on a new date or somethin
a/n: this is called ghosted in my files but i decided fuck it and called it what it was

the click of your door as it locks seems to echo the one that settles in you, a comforting sort of satisfaction blanketing your warm shoulders, blurring the sharp lens with which you live; it makes edges kinder and worries fall away. a deep sigh escapes your lips, eyes squeezing shut as your lips bite back an even wider grin than the one you sport now.

your lips still tingle from the kiss your date had pressed against your lips, head in a daze as you bring a predictable finger up as if you would feel the prickling through the pad of your index. your lips pull into the curve you tried to help, teeth sinking into the skin of your fingers as you let yourself sink into the sweet honey of your excitement.

your dog cocks his head at you from his bed in the living room, murmuring a soft aroo in question, as if asking you what was wrong.

"oh, duck," you whine, pulling yourself away from your door, eyes opening again as a shaky breath leaves you. "i think i've met him. i know i'm going to sound insane after a few dates—" duck blinks at you and pushes a small whimper past his throat. "but oh my god, he's wonderful."

duck finally hops off of his bed to bound up to you, stretching before pawing at your leg as you fill up a glass of water.

"he's funny and sweet and kind and so beautiful," you ramble, bending down to pick up your dog. "he makes me shy but not in that unpleasant 'i can't breathe or speak in front of him' way. he held my hand and brushed away the hair from my eyes and told me i looked beautiful, and—" you pause, carrying duck over to the dining room table, hoisting him up as you point at the flowers in a vase.

"he got me flowers. my favorite, somehow, and told me they were from this flower shop he goes to every week when he gets a bouquet for the animal shelter."

duck aroos in approval.

"i know," you exclaim exasperatedly, hugging him close to your chest. "and he has a cat. and he talks to her too. he said she approved of me because she bonks his hand and purrs when he says my name now. how does this man exist?" you ask, bouncing gently on your feet.

duck's ears flop. "i know it's too soon but we've been on three dates and they've all been magical and he called me 'his girl' today. i blacked out for a moment, i think."

duck nuzzles his head against your shoulder, comforting you.

"i really like him, duck," you admit in a terrified whisper, meeting his large eyes. "oh, shit."

-

your nail rests between your lips, teeth grazing at it in frustration as you glare at your phone innocently lying on your dining table. duck nudges your hand with his nose with a sad little huff.

"he hasn't called," you whisper. "why hasn't he called? it's been almost five days now."

swallowing, you lower your eyes to your lap, beginning to rub circles into duck's temples.

"he said he'd call. he told me he couldn't wait to hear my voice again while i was standing right there."

there's a burn in your eyes that makes your lids flutter, the movements of your fingers faltering in your disappointment. "i'm so stupid," you groan sadly, bottom lip jutting out. you scan the unread messages you'd sent him over the last few days.