Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

One Night*

You were done with men. Your latest Tinder match had just stood you up for the second goddamn time. He was going to be the last in a long line of shitty, abhorrent assholes. Apparently you were meant to be single for the rest of your life. Might as well go down to your local shelter and adopt a couple cats because you were destined to be a lonely cat lady until your untimely death.

You walked into a little dive bar next to the restaurant you were supposed to meet your date at. The dark lighting matched your mood and low rock music thumped over the speakers. There weren't many patrons which was perfect because all you wanted to do was drink and forget the monstrosity that was your dating life. You grabbed a seat at the bar and flagged down the bartender without a second glance. When you looked at the man standing behind the bar, you did a double take.

Holy fucking shit!

The man was tall, with a chiseled jaw covered in dark stubble. His steel gray eyes sparkled and a bright smile lit his face. His dark hair was swept into a small bun with some pieces escaping and framing his face. The black and red flannel he wore had the sleeves pushed up showing his tattoos on each arm. Forget a snack, this man was a whole damn meal.

"What can I get ya, beautiful?"

Your mouth went dry at the pet name and your brain had a momentary lapse in function.

"Just a, uh, shot of Jack straight up and a Bud Light, please."

"Sure thing." He shot a wink at you then proceeded to grab your drinks.

You quickly swiped your hands down your skinny jeans and shirt, then adjusted your leather jacket on your shoulders. The man returned and sat your drinks down in front of you.

"You wanna open a tab?"

You scoffed.

"Yep, and could you keep these coming?" You raised the shot and downed it without flinching.

"Bad night?" He chuckled.

"Bad year." You corrected.

"Aww, come on. It can't be that bad." He leaned onto the bar and smiled at you.

"Oh trust me, it is." You took a swig of your beer and set the bottle back down.

"What's your name, sweetheart? I'm Bucky." His voice sounded like honey and you felt your stomach flutter.

"Y/n."

"Well Y/n, as your trusty neighbor bartender, I feel like I should help you through whatever it is you're going through. Tell me what's going on."

You stared at Bucky for a moment. He was a complete stranger and you weren't sure you wanted to open yourself up to him like that. However, you would never see this guy again and maybe it would be good to get an outsider's perspective.

"Why the hell not." You shrugged. "I was at the restaurant next door waiting for my date, but he didn't show. This is the second time he's stood me up. He's also, and yes I've kept count, the tenth guy I've met online this year. They've all been absolutely horrible. It's been over a year since I've had sex and I'm starting to think the only kind of stimulation I'm going to get for the rest of my life is from my vibrator!" You took a deep breath as you finished and slumped back in your chair. Damn it felt good to unload all that.

"Wow, that's...a lot." Bucky quirked his eyebrows.

"Sorry about that." You chugged down the rest of your beer and slammed the bottle down on the counter.

"What about a one night stand?" He mused

"I'd honestly be fine with that. What I'm not fine with is someone who's pretending to like me and asking me out on dates only to ghost me after we hit the sheets."