Bucky Barnes Imagines

Lost

Request: I saw that requests are open and I was hoping you could do a song fic with Bucky or Steve (which ever you feel more comfortable with) using the song Lost by Chance the Rapper ft. NoName. I'm just obsessed with this song and I can't help but imagine anyone but you doing it justice!💖

A/N: This one is... dark. I don't know if the lyrics were meant to seem this dark but... my mind went there, haha. So, hope you like this! Sorry for taking so long, I was actually having a hard time figuring out where to begin, how to continue... But when I finally started, it was hard to stop. I needed to get everything down at once and I did. It's a little all over the place but I wanted to stay true to the song and not add too much stuff. Again, hope you like this one! No requests for second part, please.

Warning: angst, drugs, mentions of sex, dysfunctional family relationship, some strong language... anything else?

Damn I'm in so deep
Probably cause you're empty
You can't even speak
Damn your mouth so minty 

When Bucky had first seen you, he hadn't known how utterly fascinating you were. It wasn't until you two had ended up hooking up a couple of times that he got to know you. He was absolutely mesmerized by you.

He wasn't sure what it was that made him to become so engrossed in you. Maybe it was the way you let him in so easily. You let him see the parts of you that you kept hidden from everyone else. You shared so much with him and let him see just how damaged you had gotten throughout your life. Maybe that's what really intrigued him about you because he didn't feel so alone with his own troubles.

He knew all your deepest, darkest secrets and you knew some of his, though not every single one of them. He had gotten to know you and found out just how empty you were on the inside.

Whenever you were in a worse state than normal, you'd call him up. He knew you wanted him to help you through whatever you were going through but he couldn't really give you emotional support or any support for that matter.

The only way he knew how to help you was to make you forget about everything for a while. The way he knew he'd get to completely captivate your mind and focus only on him was to really make you feel something, feel him.

He'd give you himself, let you focus all your attention on him and forget about all your problems. He'd get something in return too. While he helped you out, he got to feel your gentle touch on his skin and your minty lips on his.

And boy, did he love it.

Ooh your mama hate me
Daddy wouldn't let you if he ever met me
If he ever met you
Put that shit behind us
And put this in your sinus
Mine is all up in my gums
Minus all that shit it's lined with

Bucky had first-hand experience on the problems you had with your family. He had met your mother a couple of times when she'd come to visit you. You never wanted her to, you were in bad terms. All she ever did was bring you down, complain and scold. She'd sometimes see him around you and with her motherly instincts kicking in, told him to stay away, told you to get rid of him. She hated him, she really did. She said he wasn't good for you, he was just bad influence.

She would remind you, one way or another, that if your father met Bucky, he would do anything to keep him away from you. That's when you'd lose it, scream at her and tell her that your father wasn't around. He had left years ago and it was something you never got over and your mother reminding you of him wasn't helping.