Exquise Esquisse (Part 2)

Exquise Esquisse (Part 2)

Exquise esquisse

How can a love so pure and innocent at first, be prohibited?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

⚠️Warning⚠️: READ THE WARNING IN THE FIRST PART. THANKS. (No smut, just fluff) Gainsbourg songs are my main inspiration, this man was a complete genius in everything he touched.

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

You can listen Initials BB by Serge Gainsbourg while you’re reading. :)

PART ONE

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Lying on your bed, staring at the immaculate white ceiling of your little apartment, a smile was on your face. Your cell phone on your chest, precisely on your heart, you held back a cry of excitement. A month after your first encounter with him, he invited you to the restaurant, your other dates were romantic, but he hadn’t kiss you yet. You weren’t blind, you both knew that a strong love was born between you two. You knew that night, he would kiss you and maybe take you to his home.

You desired to feel his warm, thick fingers travel across your body, touching your face a hundred times and feeling his lips dance on your skin. You were prepared for the long journey that was love, you were ready, you had no choice, the Cupid arrow had pass through your skin. It was a pain you kept, which did more good than harm.

It was time to get ready. Every detail was meticulously cared for, you made sure that your makeup was perfect and that it reflected your personality, favorite clothes without doing too much, your hairstyle... Perfume applied by small delicate touches, a red lipstick applied with care. You inspected your reflection, seeking for any flaw, your hands were shaking, your belly did looping; oh God you wanted to be his. From all of your 21 years, no one had made you feel as woman as him...

His name, his brilliant smile, his irises of a beautiful blue, his hoarse voice, his writing, all of him made you smile, failing to make your heart leap out of your chest. As cliché as it seemed, in his presence the time stopped. You were determined, he was the one that you wanted. Wholly him, with his faults as his qualities, even if your conscience shouted at you to avoid rushing things. Was love so strong, so early, a bad sign? Why would you denigrate those feelings you started to get used to? They consumed you and yet, it felt so good, so right...

A last look at your reflection and your heels slammed against the old worn floor of your student apartment. So impatient, you join the man parked in front of your building.

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The dinner unfelt wonderful. There were no other words. You nervously waited for the moment when you would feel his soft and warm lips on yours. Hand in hand, you followed him in the dark streets although illuminated of New York, your heels slammed melodiously against the asphalt before you recognize the place where he led you. Central Park. Have you ever been told how beautiful is it?

With his thumb, Bucky caressed the back of your hand and this simple gesture, so innocent, gave you the famous butterflies in the belly. You would never have imagined such a rapprochement with him in just a few weeks. He neither didn’t know how it was possible... He still had insecurities and he was afraid of the next steps in this relationship... But he couldn’t wait. He had to find out. You made him feel things he had never felt before. It was incredible. You were amazing in his eyes.

You followed him into the illuminated park to the Angel of the Waters Fountain as he told you anecdotes about his childhood in Brooklyn with Steve and how they managed to escape the surveillance of their mothers and went to the heart of Manhattan. Immersed into his story, he didn’t notice your seemingly innocent gestures: get closer to the fountain and run your fingers over the surface of the water. Without warning, you splashed him. You burst out laughing at his reaction, he was speechless and trying to wipe his white shirt that became transparent.

"You want to play? We’re gonna play, Y/N!"

Without wasting time, you ran as fast as possible to hide in the park, behind shrubs. When you thought you left him behind, you stopped laughing and your gaze searched for him. Everything was so dark despite the street lights in the park.

"Come back, doll!"

"Come get me, James!” you answered before giggling and running again as he approached.

The former soldier caught up to you without any difficulty and lifted you by the waist before he kissed your cheek. You know that you were already blushing, but at the moment, you didn’t care. A big blissful smile triumphed on your face as you laughed. He laid you down on the ground, sat down and joined you before you grabbed him by the collar and pulled him over you. Lying in the grass, he aboved you between your thighs, you felt your cheeks warm more. Nothing else counted at that moment, you cared less of the position you were in. You drowned in his eyes. He brought his face close to yours, your noses grazed and your lips brushed against each other. You could feel his warm breath wash over your face. Your heart was pounding, now you were sure of your feelings.

"Kiss me..." you whispered.

It was all he needed and he didn’t need to be asked twice. His lips pressed against yours for a sweet kiss, initially shy, then feverish. One of your hands slipped into his hair and the other on his chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt, even if you knew that tonight it wouldn’t go further than kisses. James slipped a hand on your cheek that he caressed while your lips cuddled, discovered each other and his free hand was in the hollow of your waist.

He was so gentle... It was already fucked. You were crazy in love with him and it was reciprocal. Bucky finally understood what everyone explained to him when the subject "love" was discussed. He didn’t want to let go, he wished to be closer to you and to keep you in his strong arms.

Neither of you was aware of the crime you were committing.

*

1944

"Bucky... Wait..." the young brunette sighed.

Sergeant Barnes's lips never left her skin, marking the thin skin of her neck before he let them slide on her chest, between her breasts.

"I don’t know if it's a good idea..." whispered the French woman in a rough English, between two sighs of pleasure.

What would people think and especially her family if they learned that she slept with an American soldier, one of the liberators of the country, without being married? She would probably be rejected, insulted and almost as badly treated as those young women who fell in love with Germans or who had sex with them. Maybe she wouldn’t be stoned or have her skull shaved in public for betrayal, as for l’Epuration sauvage, but she would become the family shame...

These thoughts faded when she felt the American's hands caress her chest, kiss her belly and play with the elastic of her panties. His whole body burned with desire. Positioned between her thighs, James Buchanan Barnes was gentle towards her despite the desire that was becoming more and more present. This girl called Apolline was of great beauty for that time, a great class, long wavy hair, thin but kept curves and had a porcelain skin even if she lived near the Italian border.

She didn’t mean anything to Bucky. Nothing. Just a pretty girl with whom he was about to have a good time and he would never see her again. How many children were born during the war whose fathers were the soldiers of a foreign army? So many and often abandoned... If only. If only James had known... Would he have changed that wild night? 

Nine months later, a little girl named Marie Constance was born.

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Salut, tu pourrais faire s'il te plaît des headcanons avec papa Bucky qui a une petite fille? Une version année 40 et celles de nos jours? :') tu peux le faire en anglais autant qu'en français selon la langue que tu veux, ce serait super gentil merci 💕

Avec plaisir ! Ta demande me fait supeeeer plaisir 😍❤

Bucky as a dad (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request : Hi! Could you write headcanons with Bucky as daddy with his daughter? A 40s version and a recent one? :) you can do it english as in french depending on the language you prefered, it would be super nice, thanks 💕

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: cuteness overload  

Disclaimer: I’m french and even if I’m learning English for eight fucking years, it’s not perfect and I’m sorry if there are spelling or grammar mistakes. If English is your native language (or if you’re bilingual), I would really appreciate it if you could help me by correcting my errors. Just don’t be too harsh, please. :)

MASTERLIST

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In the 40’s

- You were his girlfriend for eight months, it was serious between the two of you and you tried to be careful but c’mon, it’s the forties so… Avoiding a pregnancy wasn’t the easiest thing!

- You understood you were pregnant when your mom started to suspect something… She didn’t know you felt nauseous every morning, even if she pointed out your breast got bigger and she used to keep track of your period. Having a baby out of wedlock was so inappropriate at that time! Plus, you were younger than Bucky.

- When a nurse confirmed your pregnancy, you started to panic. You were afraid of your family reactions, of Bucky’s, of your friends, etc. To you, it was like the end of the world.

- Crying and being a mess when you were alone.

- Thinking about how to tell the news to James.

- Finally, you told him when you went to his apartment. He was a bit surprised, but took it really well! He wasn’t the kind of guy to have an excessive reaction, he was simply happy. After that, he asked your hand to your father and you two very quickly married to avoid suspicions that the baby was conceived before the wedding. It was a small ceremony: only your families and very close friends. Then, you moved into his home, you started to make plans about what to buy for the baby, you discussed a lot about the names and the education of baby Barnes.

- Always touching your belly during the pregnancy and he prepared everything for the baby’s arrival.

- When you gave birth to your beautiful daughter, he almost cried and never let her out of your sight. He used to speak and sing to her all the time.

- Maybe it was weird, but he was fascinated when you breastfed the little girl and, sometimes, was a little jealous of this special bond you had with Y/D/N.

- When she started to eat “solid” aliments, he was so proud to feed her, always making little games to make her eat everything.

- More than once, she peed on him with her little angelic smile and her bright blue eyes shining. She wasn’t his copy carbon, but she looked like him: she had his perfect eyes, his nose and his hair color. He was never angry against her, even if she laughed after she urinated on him.

- Being patient when didn’t say “Dada” right after “Mama”. Nonetheless, he sweetly encouraged her to.

“Baby doll, say ‘dada’.”

“Haha.”

He couldn’t help but laughed, he shook his head.

“Say ‘dada’ or daddy won’t sing you a lullaby tonight.”

Her big eyes opened wide and she gasped.

“DADA DADA DADA!!” she screamed before he kissed all her face.

- Y/D/N was a daddy’s girl, she was so fond of him and she always wanted him to sing her lullabies, cuddles and kisses from him.

- She started to walk fast and she always wanted to make her daddy proud. Her little chubby legs tried to run towards her father.

“Come on, Y/D/N, daddy is waiting for you!”

He was always careful that she didn’t hurt herself, but when she fell on her butt, she laughed and reached out for his arms.

“My sweetheart…” he cooed before he took her in his arms.

- Every time he came home after work, she jumped on his legs to have a cuddle because she missed him.

- She was his everything and never failed to ask you if you needed something for her or yourself. He wanted his girls to be happy.

- Well… It was before the war… Because he never came home…

- When he had to explain to her he was obliged to leave, she cried, even after he promised her he would come back. He tried to explain things to her, but it was complicated and she was only two and a half.

- The three of you cried when he left to serve his country. It tore your hearts. Mini Barnes refused to let her daddy go…

- Eventually, over the weeks, she accepted his decision a bit more and she was so joyful when you read the letters he sent.

- He missed his girls a lot. Dreamed often of you and wrote letters every time he could.

- Then, the letters stopped.

- She was only two when the bad news came: James Buchanan Barnes died like a hero. You lost your husband and Y/D/N lost her loving father.

 Now

- When you missed your periods and started having nauseas, you didn’t wait to make a pregnancy test. All your doubts were confirmed: you were about to have a baby. Your first baby, but not Bucky’s first.

- Of course, you knew he was married and had a daughter in the 40s. So it took you time to find the courage to tell him. When you came into his room to tell him, he surprised you.

“I already know you’re pregnant.”

“H-How… I-I mean…” you stammered

“Your breasts got bigger, you felt nauseous the mornings, you have this light stomach baby bump.”

- You thought he was going to tell you to get an abortion, that he didn’t want to become a father again. Instead, he kissed you and cuddled you in silence.

- He was lost. Very lost. He had the impression of betraying his first wife and his daughter…

- But he couldn’t ask you to kill that baby in your belly. He knew he had to start a new life, but it didn’t mean he had to forget. He never could.

- He was so impressed with the new technologies like the pregnancy tests, the ultrasounds that permit to know the baby’s gender, its weight and height.

- You gave him a daughter and he felt like in paradise because, for once, he truly completely felt happy since Hydra took him.

- He read a lot of books about pregnancy since it wasn’t a big thing in his time.

- Spoke a lot to the baby in your belly.

- He chose to call her “Rebecca Winifred” in honor of his sister and his mother.

- He was as perfect as he was with his first daughter, but he always panic, he’s afraid she would be taken away from him by Hydra.

- Was so happy to bottlefeed her, it felt so nice to him.

- He would educate her differently since it’s not the 40s anymore and because that’s the kind of thing you build together.

- As she has grown up, he taught her a lot of things from his time and that only rare people knew.

- Training her to be a strong and independent woman without annoying her, he would understand when she needed a break for a few days or weeks.

- Giving her all the possibilities in her life: whatever jobs she wanted to practice, whatever will be her sexual orientation for examples, he’ll always be there for her.

- A bit strict about dating and being in a relationship with someone.

- But, he would be the best dad ever.

i just want a hot boyfriend who looks like Connor or Leon, is that too much to ask? apparently. 

Stories ideas

Sometimes, I want to write stories morally very wrong, but I can’t because people will think I’m mad, they’ll insulte me or even boycott my other works... :(

Rules to ask an imagine or a headcanon

I explain why there are rules just after thoses:

1) Ask something original or at least not too cliché. I would accept something cliché if the character you want me to write for still doesn’t have the same plot written. :)

2) I’ll write what I want to, only if I like your request or if I feel comfortable enough to write it (it should be okay if you respect the first rule)

3) Don’t ask me the same imagine or headcanon you sent to someone else, please.

4) Don’t harass me. If you want an answer, message me in private ;)

5) Don’t ask for a character that isn’t already in my masterlist. I can accept only if I already wrote for a character played by the same actor. But I can’t make promises.

6) Feel free to ask age gap stories, I’m living for it! Aha

7) English isn’t my first language so I’ll make some spelling or grammar mistakes, so don’t be harsh.

8) Being polite is always a plus ;)

I’m not the kind of person to establish rules, except when I don’t have the choice. I need to explain myself, why I need to set up rules. I can seem stupid to say that, but I have been really busy lately and I always will. Firstly, I make my studies a priority. Besides studies, I write a lot. These are mostly novels (in French) and since I’m published author, I want to focus my efforts on my novels... I would like to live from my books but in France, it’s extremely difficult, so I have to work harder and harder. So, it takes a lot of my time. Not to mention that there are times when I really want to relax reading or watching movies and series instead of writing.

I hope you understand my choice,

Love you. ♡

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