#this webtoon is such a breath of fresh air and I wish more people read it

[just-blahh]

Oh Richard Grayson your comedic timing never fails

[mysterioh]

𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘯𝘰. 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 | 𝘣.𝘣.

Pairing: Devil!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: In order for the devil to steal his victim’s soul they must sign a contract. This is has never been a problem for Bucky before—until he met you. 

Words: 3.1K

A/N: This is based off a webtoon that I enjoy reading. You can find it here. I am in no way plagiarizing this author’s lovely work. I just had a stupid idea with Bucky. I am reposting because some lovely people asked me to. 

The sick divider is from @writeyourmindaway​ 

Who would’ve thought that something as colorless as water could make the clouds so dark? 

Above, the sky was colored in tumbling grays, thick and heavy with rain. Tugging on the hood of your black sweater, you quickened your pace. With your eyes on your feet, you rushed down the uneven slabs of concrete. Small pellets of rain hit the top of your head and trickle down the back of your drenched jacket. Your shoes are soaked, socks squishing under your skin with every step. 

A sense of cleanliness enwraps the atmosphere, and as the sky threatens for heavier downfall with mellow hums of thunder, teardrops threaten for release at the corner of your eyes. You sniff the tears away as your strides grow wider. 

A series of unfortunate events had fallen on your shoulders, one after the other without a pause. 

It started on Monday, when the landlady of the old, rundown apartment you lived in decided she was selling the place with only a two week’s notice to move out. Then on Tuesday, your professor refused to give you an extension on the paper you couldn’t finish because the power went out, causing a major blow to your hardly decent grade. Now it’s Wednesday. It’s cold and rainy. You’re soaked to the bone and fresh out of a job. It was a simple job at a family restaurant with a decent pay and good hours. You worked with every ounce of dedication in you, but simple dedication wasn’t a good excuse for mixed up orders and spilling cold beer on a customer’s pants. You had the manager pulling his hair from the roots, begging you to leave. 

Every step towards home grew heavier as your burdens started to bear their weight on your shoulders one by one. 

A single tear slid down your cheek, then another, and another. Your eyesight blurred and a dry ache formed in your throat as you stood there with the rain hurtling down on your head.. You drop to the ground and hide your face in your knees to muffle your whispered sobs. 

“My, my,” a husky voice croons, “you look absolutely miserable.” 

Your head whips up to find a man, handsome with broad shoulders, looking down at you. He was sleek and rugged at the same time. His ice blue eyes were a startling contrast to his dark hair. He’s crouched down to your level, arm propped up on his knee with the side of his face resting in his hand while the other held a black umbrella above the two of you. 

Startled, you fall back onto the wet sidewalk and out of the shelter of his umbrella. Bucky tilts his head to the side slowly, examining your features with cool steel eyes sharp enough to cut through iron. You sense something rotten underneath his sophisticated demeanor—something dark and dangerous, wild and ruthless. 

A wicked grin spreads across his pale features at the confusion and traces of fear written on your face. 

“Who are you?” you asked. 

He chuckles darkly, tilting the umbrella to cover you. 

“I’m the devil that’s come to save you.”

It rolls off his tongue sweetly, but drips with a deadly poison. “You’ve got it pretty bad. The apartment, then the crappy professor, and now your job.” 

Your eyes widen. “H-how do you know that?” you question. 

“I’ve been following you for some time, Y/N,” you bounce back when he says your name. “The big guy up there’s been pretty rough on ya,” he points to the sky. “But good thing, I’m here to help,” he smiles wide. “Now tell me—” he starts, he licks his lip like a predator ready to pounce. “what is it that you wish for?”

You remain silent, as if you were pondering on his question. Bucky smirks inwardly. 

“That’s it. Think stupid girl. Tell me your greatest desire and I’ll give you just that. All for the price of your pathetic little soul.” 

“Am I on television?” you ask him, turning your head from left to right, looking around for hidden cameras. 

Bucky blinks in confusion. 

“What?” he asks incredulously with furrowed brows. “No! You’re not on television. This is the real deal!” he hisses. “I’m a devil and I’m here to give you your heart’s desire.” 

“Oh,” you nodded calmly.

“Well?” 

“Well what?” 

“What is your wish?!” 

“Oh, um,” your words trailed, “I don’t really have one.” Bucky looks at you completely dumbfounded, You stand up and pull your drenched hood over your head. “But it was nice meeting you,” you walk past his crouched form. 

He jumps up and pulls you around by the shoulder. “That's not how this works!” he shouts at you. “You can’t just not have any wishes! Everyone wants something!” 

“But I don’t really need anything,” you shake your head innocently, pissing him off even more. 

He huffs. “You don’t have anything to begin with, stupid.” 

Your lips twist into a pout. “Just because I’m poor doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” 

“Yeah, well your grades say otherwise,” he jeers.

You gasp offensively. “You are not a nice person,” you point a scolding finger at him. 

He slaps your hand out of his face. “Hello? I’m the devil! I’m not supposed to be nice!” he bellowed. 

You huff, your wet hair flipping around as you stuck your nose in the air. “I don’t need anything from a mean guy like you.” You turn around and stomp down the sidewalk. 

Bucky watches your retreating form as raindrops trickle down the sides of his umbrella.  He clicks his tongue in indignation. 

He wasn’t going to let you go that easily.

“The class average was pretty low this time around,” your professor announced as he pulled out a stack of papers. “So I have decided to give a very generous curve that I believe most of you will appreciate very much.” 

A chorus of hushed cheers resounds in the room as the professor begins to call names one by one. 

Your heart hammers against your chest so hard that it feels like it’ll crack your ribs. You close your eyes and take slow, deep breaths, anxiously waiting for your name to be called. 

“Y/N,” he calls, swerving through the desks to get to you. He hands you your paper face down. If that’s not enough to tell you it was bad, the strained awkward smile he gave you really gave it away. 

You flip over the exam carefully to limit any nosy eyes from peeking your grade. Your heart plunges into your stomach at the giant red “D-” in the upper right corner of the paper. Letting out a deep exhale, you slump into your seat with a pained grimace. If you did this bad with the curve, how bad did you do without it? 

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Bucky whispers in a deep, gravelly voice from behind. His hot breath tickles your skin, making the hairs on your neck stick straight up. “A “D”?” he reads off the paper. “And after you studied day and night for three days?” he says with a mocking lilt to his words. He shakes his head in pity. “What a shame.” 

You roll your eyes and tuck the exam into your folder then slip it into your bag. 

“How about I make it better?” he asks with a sultry smile. You get up and hook the bag over your shoulder and walk away. “C’mon, princess, what d’ya say?” he drawls. “You just gotta say the words and I’ll turn that D into an A.” he tempts, following behind, pushing past other students without them feeling a thing.  

No one can see or hear him but you. 

“Or better yet, turn that crappy GPA of yours into a pretty 4.0?” he raises the bar. “Wouldn’t that look real nice on your resume?”  

You refuse to give him even a second of your attention. Your eyes look onward while strutting down the hall like you didn’t just fail a curved exam. 

“Hey,” he states flatly. “Quit ignoring me.” 

You don’t utter a word, but simply smirk to get him riled up. 

His face contorts into a petulant snarl, hating the confidence that radiated from within you. 

“Don’t you feel bad at all?” he questions, flailing his arms. 

You turn to look at him and shrug. “I’ll just do better next time.” 

Bucky opens his mouth to speak but he’s speechless. He stands there, mouth open wide with furrowed brows, trying to figure out what to make out of you. 

Your lips lift slightly in amusement. He was a rather funny character for a devil. 

Bucky glares like a pouting child when a chuckle escapes your lips. Bright and sweet like a tuneful melody. It’s like a cat screeching to his ears. 

“The hell is wrong with you?” 

You turn the page of the textbook while sitting in the silence of the campus library. Your eyes are strictly on your book, walking along the trail of words that could bore anyone to death, but you can’t help but feel like someone’s staring at you. 

You peek from the top of your textbook and find the devil sitting in front of you. The textbook drops onto the desk. 

“You again,” you deadpan. 

“It’s me,” he chuckles mischievously.

“What do you want from me now?”

“Hand.”

“What?”

He clicks his tongue in impatience. He shakes his hand towards you. “Give me your hand.”

You cautiously place your hand on top of his. Streams of bright lights erupt from the ground and encircle the both of you. The next thing you hear are seagulls squawking and ocean waves crashing in the distance. 

You look around in confusion. 

“Where are we?!” you asked him. “Take me back!” 

Bucky simply smirks. “See that pretty house over there,” he points to the immaculate modern style mansion sitting on the cliff that hangs over the shore. “It costs two hundred million dollars and it’s all yours.” Your jaw goes slack in shock. Bucky snickers and pulls a golden contract and fancy pen out of his jacket. “All you have to do is sign this contract.” 

Your eyes flit between the mansion, him, and the contract, but don’t say anything. It’s hard for him to tell what you’re thinking so he asks eagerly.

“Well, what do you say?” 

A short pause.

“I’d like to go home please.” 

“Are you kidding me?” he exclaims. “I’m giving you this huge ass mansion and you wanna go back to that rusty old apartment?”

“A home is a home,” you point like a wise old philosopher. “No matter how small, no matter how big.” 

Bucky snorts at your stupidity. “But wouldn’t you rather have this big shiny house instead?” he asks sweetly like he’s trying to make a deal with a kid. “All you have to do is sign this contract and boom it’s all yours. No warranty. No money back guarantee.”

You bring a hand to your face and hum to yourself in contemplation. “There’s definitely a catch. You smell rotten.” 

Bucky grunts and shoves the contract and the pen into your chest. “Listen, punk, sign this contract right now or face my wrath,” he threatens in a sinister tone.

You shove the paper back into him. “I will not.” you retorted. “Now take me home,” you ordered.

Bucky gawks at your boldness. “Are you—Do you KNOW who you’re talking to right now?” he hisses. 

“A dumbass who doesn’t know what the word “no” means. Now take me home or else!” you shout at him. 

Bucky’s shoulders slump and his lips follow. 

“Give me your hand.” 

The rain hammering against the windows sounds like heaven knocking at your door. 

Relentlessly determined to gain your attention. Much like a certain someone who’s been following you around for the past week. For every minor inconvenience that came your way, he popped out of nowhere like a fairy godmother. A fairy godmother dressed in all black coaxing you into selling your soul to him. 

Wise men say “resist the devil and he shall flee”, but in your case he keeps on coming back.  And now he’s standing out in the rain on the tiny balcony of your apartment in protest. 

Fresh out of the shower, you head towards the kitchen and pull out a soda from the fridge and grab the pizza box you bought on the way home. 

Yeah, you’re broke, but you deserved this pizza. 

You walk to your living room and place the two on the table and look over to see Bucky glaring at you through the sliding door that led to the balcony. You placed your hands on your hips and glared back. He doesn’t waver, only tightens the scowl on his face. 

Getting on the devil’s bad side was obviously not a wise thing to do, but who said you cared? You weren’t ready to die and he wasn’t going to force you into it. 

You walk over to the balcony and open the door. “Would you like to come inside?” 

“No,” he says, teeth chattering softly due to the cold wind the rain brought. 

“‘Are you sure?” you asked nicely, “it’s pretty cold out here” 

“I am fine,” he lies. He sticks his hand on the inside of his jacket and pulls out the shining gold contract. “Sign it.” 

You huff. “I already told you no!” 

“But you have to!” 

“What do you mean I have to?” you questioned incredulously. “Who are you to tell me what to do? You’re not God.” 

He grumbles venomously. Despite the shivers running down your spine, you keep a straight face. No devil had the power to intimidate you. You stand tall and cross your arms. 

“You know what I think?” you ask, smirking at him. 

“What?”

“I think you follow me around because you’re lonely,” you spoke boldly. 

“Lonely? Me? Lonely?” he barks incredulously. “The entire world is mine! I don’t need anything from you!”

“Then why do you keep following me around?” you mused. 

“Because you’re on my list,” he explains.

“Why don’t you just skip over to the next one?” 

“Because I can’t, dumbass, that’s not how it works.” 

“Imagine having the entire world in your hand and you still have to follow some stupid rules,” you tease. “You’re probably not that powerful at all. You’re probably just lonely” 

Bucky growls. “Even if I was lonely, why would I want to spend time with a plain ass girl like you?” he hurls. “Have you seen me?” he points at himself. “Have you seen this sexy jawline?” he turns to show you the side of his face while running a hand across his jaw. “These smoldering blue eyes,” he points at his eyes. “I’m fucking gorgeous,” he states boldy. 

You roll your eyes at him as he continues. 

He opens his jacket just a bit. “This jacket? Dolce.” He picks up his foot. “These shoes? Gucci. And you?” he points at you. “You’ve been wearing that same old ugly hoodie for the past two weeks. I’m sick of looking at it.” 

“I’m not a psychologist but I think you might have a god complex,” you interrupt his spiel. 

He slides his fingers through his hair and tugs at the roots. “You’re not supposed to act like this,” he groaned. 

“And how am I supposed to act?” 

“Afraid!” he shouts. “You’re supposed to be afraid of me! Everyone is afraid of the devil. And you’re not! What are you, huh? An alien or some shit?” He crouches and sighs. “I swear you give me a headache.” 

You look down at him in pity. The man was just trying to do his job. 

Was your only job to cause others trouble? Even for the devil himself? 

 “I’m sorry about that,” you whispered, playing with the hem of your hoodie. 

He quickly stands up and whips out the gold contract again and hands it to you. “Then sign this.” 

You stomp on the ground with a huff and throw back at him. “I already told you. I’m not selling my soul to you.” You turn around with a sigh. “But I’ll leave this door open just in case you want to come inside.” 

“I’m not stepping into that shithole,” he sticks his nose in the air and crosses his arms. 

“Suit yourself then,” you shrug, walking away from him. You plop down on the couch and reach for a slice of slightly cold pizza while turning on the television. 

Bucky watches you from the door, snuggled up in a warm blanket, enjoying a peaceful Friday night  as he shivered in the rain. 

Your eyes are glued to the television while using everything in you. You felt that if you did, you’d lose the silent battle he was having with you. 

The couch dips as Bucky takes a seat next to you, arms crossed and eyes set on the television. You give him a side eye and chuckle quietly making him mutter curses underneath his breath. He’s kinda cute when he’s all grumpy like that. 

You reach over for a slice of pizza and offer it to him. He snatches it from your hand rudely, but you don’t mind. He takes a bite as you reach for another slice. 

“What are we watching?” he asked, chewing loudly. 

“Friends,” you replied. 

He clicks his tongue and waves his pizza around. “Even your taste in entertainment is plain.” 

“I’ve had a bad week, alright?” you snap at him. “So leave me alone.”

Bucky slumps into the sofa and quietly watches, trying his best not to laugh when someone makes a sarcastic comment or a stupid remark. He wasn’t going to show you that he enjoyed it. As the show progresses, Bucky becomes more invested in it’s characters, finally allowing a small smile to appear on his face. 

Bucky felt a soft thud against his shoulder and turned to find you sound asleep with your head resting against him. Scarlet red gushes on his cheeks and tints the tips of his ears as he sits frozen for a few minutes in silent panic. 

Should he move? Should he leave? 

Confused and embarrassed, the devil decided that he’d stay where he is. Bucky reaches over for another slice of pizza and falls back onto the couch, making sure you were resting comfortably against him. He takes the blanket and covers your shoulders so you wouldn’t get cold. 

Your steady breathing mingles with the soft murmurs coming from the television, running in harmony with the gentle pitter patter of the rain against the window sill. 

It’s peaceful and warm. It’s something that Bucky’s never experienced before but he likes it. 

“You’re gonna sign that damn contract or my name’s not Bucky Barnes,” he whispers as he starts to get comfortable. 

To him, you’re an enigma and although he’s never really taken a deep interest in his previous clients, he had to admit, you were kinda cute in a stupid kinda way. 

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