𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 ☂️ | 𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟎𝐬!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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🌧️ Title: 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 💃 Pairing: 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Reader 🎶 Vibe: Flirtation, swing dancing, stormy kisses, good old-fashioned swooning, no hurt only comfort 📜 Summary: It’s a summer garden party in the ‘40s. The storm hits—and Bucky doesn’t run. He just grins and grabs your hand. “Dance with me,” he says. 🕊️ Warnings: Nothing but tooth-rotting fluff, light rain, wet clothes, and one dramatic dip.
💌Authors note: Sometimes you just need a palate cleanse from all the angst, enjoy this fic and listen to the legendary Americano - By our queen Lady Gaga.
✨Word count: 1.1k
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Music is blaring from a record player on a makeshift outdoor dance floor, it was a small garden party, a simple neighborhood get together - summer night, strung-up lights swaying in the light breeze, people laughing, talking, drinking, dancing and having fun, a record crackles as it spins. You, Bucky and Steve stand on the edge from the crowd, tension between you and Bucky buzzing lowly.
Then - the storm hits. Sudden. Hard rain. Americano starts blaring from the record as it starts pouring down. Everyone runs for cover, squealing, covering their heads with jackets and plates of food. But not him
Not bucky.
He turns to you grabbing you by the wrist, already soaked, hair slicked back, shirt clinging to his chest like second skin - and just grins. That dammed grin. The song starts picking up, building up the tension as the sky cracks above with lightning.
"Dance with me," he says not letting go, but his grip wasn't tight
You're breathless and shocked but don't pull away
"in this?!"
Bucky shrugs still smug as hell
"C'mon doll, you're not scared of a little rain are you?"
He pulls you i, his other hand now on your waist, the interlude of the song plays. Your steps at first are hesitant - playful. You let him spin you slowly, water catching in the air like glitter.
"You're mad," you laugh
"Always have been," Bucky says, that gleam in his eye catching brighter than the lightning cracking behind him.
*Right after the first -Americanooo...-*
Then the music kicks in. Hard. Bucky grabs your hand again, pulling you back in closer, this time his grip firmer on your hand. He leads - confident, bold.
A spin.
A dip.
He ducks under your arm as you twist. Water splashes with every one of your movements, your soaked dark red dress clinging to your legs as he lifts you slightly into a jump twist. His footwork is agile, joyful and fast. Bucky smiles his dripping wet hair now sticking to his face and neck. His hands feeling warm on you as he held you, a contrast to your soaked through dress.
The chorus of the song comes up, high energy swing. He twirls you in place, your wet hair whipping around you, both of you laughing by now. Your heels slightly slide with each pivot, you slip lightly, But bucky is there, steady hands on your waist as he catches you from the slip.
"You're showing off," you shout over the down pouring rain and the blasting music
"You love it," he grins, and pulls you into another spin towards himself, wrapping his arms around you.
The first chorus ends - emotions deepening, crowd not pulling their eyes away from you two. You both now completely soaked to the bone, your dress skirt now completely clinging to your legs, his sleeves sticking to his arms, suspenders darkened with rain. But there's no hesitation now. Just that look in his eyes - Like you are the only thing good in this god forsake world.
-I will fight for, I have fought for how i love you...-
He spins you again, lightly pulling you closer, leaning in, lips near your ear, voice rough with feeling, breath heavy as he keeps moving to the rhythm
"I'll go twelve rounds with god if it meant staying like this forever,"
He doesn't care that your hair is now plastered on your cheeks, your makeup runny from the rain or that his shoes are now half-sunk in the mud, his socks soaked wet.
"I've seen men loose everything," he murmurs, "but if i get to keep this, I'll go through any kind of hell smiling"
He twirls you again, slightly faster this time. His hand lingers at your back, fingers curling just slightly into your dress. And then he pulls you close again, your noses almost brushing, his smug grin still plastered on his face.
The song reaches its peak - electric, unstoppable, magnetic by now. The beat is pounding now - your bodies moving like the rain itself - wild, fearless, alive and free.
-I don't speak your...-
You spin again - your dress clings to your legs again, water flying out with every twirl. He ducks under your arm, pops back up behind you and slides one hand down your waist with a small wolfish grin.
-Jesus Christo... Americano...-
His smile is feral - playful but intense. His grip on you is firm, and yet every move felt like you are flying free.
You loose yourself in the rhythm, the storm, him- until you're breathless, soaked, your heart pounding in your chest, loud enough to rival the thunder.
-Don't you try to catch me...-
Your feet stomp into the muddy floorboards with power, matching Bucky beat for beat, your heels clicking loudly as the music hits that rebellious, theatrical stretch. He mirrors you - quick steps, sharp turns, nearly slipping, but catching you in a dramatic pull that makes the crowd gasp.
He mouths the words along with the record: "I'm living on the edge of the law, law, law..."
-Don't you try to get me...-
He twirls you once, twice-
Then pulls you into a deep, movie-worthy dip.
One arm around your back, the other catching your thigh as your leg lifts slightly, soaked skirt of the dress unsticking from you for a moment. Rain still pouring heavy, catching the string lights in the glittering sheets.
You both grinning like you both lost your god damn minds.
And then-
He kisses you.
Hard.
Breathless.
Like you two are the only ones in the world.
The record scratches slightly as the song ends. You both snap upright, breathing heavy and laughing in each others faces.
"We are soaked to hell!" you laugh wiping the rain from away from your eyes.
"Worth it," Bucky says as he grabs your hand.
You take off running - squelching boots, squeaking floorboards under your feet, slipping slightly as you sprint under the covered patio. The crowd was cheering and whistling like it was the best show they saw in years, as you get to cover where everyone was hiding from the rain. Someone makes a quick run to grab you both towels as others keep egging you on for the performance. Someone shouts
"Get a room!"
While another one adds laughing
"The love birds are at it again!"
Steve was clapping then grabs a cup to take a drink as he grins into it
"You two are ridiculous," he mutters, but there is pride in his eyes.
You and bucky collapse onto a bench, soaked, breathless and shivering, but smiling so hard it hurts. He throws an arm over your shoulders, pulls you close.
And with your heart still racing, the rain still pouring, and the music echoing in your brain-
Bucky leans in and whispers
"You still up for round two later?" his tone teasing
You swat his chest laughing.
The night continues as the storm eventually eases down.
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