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Pumpkin Spice
Summary: AU. Reader loves pumpkin spice lattes, fall, and Bucky Barnes.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,910
Warnings: language, misunderstandings, a teeny bit of angst, some crankiness, excessive caffeine consumption, excessive fluff, friend-to-lover, almost a coffee shop au?
A/N: Here’s something fluffy to lighten the mood a bit. This is for @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k Fall Follower Celebration. Congrats!!! My prompt was pumpkin spice.
Fall was the best season, undoubtedly your favorite. You loved the atmosphere, the weather, and the knowledge that the holidays were just around the corner. You especially loved when you got to relax outside of your favorite coffee shop with your favorite drink in the autumn sunshine.
All the trees in the area had already changed to bright, beautiful reds and yellows, and of course some leaves had already fallen. They swirled in the light breeze, moving past your feet as you waited for your best friend to arrive.
James “Bucky” Barnes could be called a lot of things, but punctual was not one of them. The coffee you ordered for him wasn’t cold yet, but if he didn’t show soon it would be.
You leaned back in your chair, reaching for your pumpkin spice latte to take another sip. Bucky liked to tease you for your (somewhat unhealthy) addiction to the autumn brew, but you didn’t want to hear it. After a long morning of dealing with people at work without losing your mind, you deserved a little comfort, and you didn’t care what he thought.
“Hey, Y/N.” Bucky sat down across from you, immediately reaching for his coffee and taking a big gulp.
“You’re late,” you replied, shaking your head.
He set the cup down and gave you a charming grin. “Aw, doll, you know I’d never stand you up.”
“Totally not what I was implying.”
Bucky nodded toward your cup. “Let me guess, another pumpkin spice latte?”
Your eyes narrowed, and you tapped your fingers against your cup. “Let me guess, no new material this week to use against me?”
“Sorry, sorry. Don’t get angry about it.” He leaned back, raising his face to the sun while closing his eyes. “I just don’t get it. I could never drink the stuff.”
“Have you tried it?” you asked, genuinely curious. “Because you shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it, Bucky.”
“That’s what she said,” he joked, squinting at you with another grin.
“I give up on you.” You checked your phone, realizing that you only had fifteen minutes left on your lunch hour until you had to go back to work. “I have to head back soon.”
That made him sit up, and this time he was giving you a disappointed look. “Can’t you call off?”
“Yes, I can absolutely burn a half-day of paid time off just so you can remember you have someplace to be in another twenty minutes and ditch me.” It took all your strength not to add ‘for someone else’ to the end of that sentence.
So yeah, Bucky Barnes was on the list of things you loved, too, and it made you absolutely crazy that he didn’t seem to return your affection with anything more than friendship.
Not that friendship was a bad thing, because you cared about him and didn’t want to lose him from your life, but sometimes you found yourself imagining a future with him…one that included spending fall together, followed by cuddling up for winter, followed by…
But nope, it just wasn’t meant to be, and that made you cranky, obviously. Ugh, you wished you hadn’t reacted that way. Mondays were the worst.
It’s not his fault he didn’t feel the same way.
“Ouch. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he said quietly, leaning forward to put his hands flat on the table, giving you his full attention. “I deserved that one.”
“No,” you sighed, standing up with your latte. His expression made you feel even more guilty. It was better to leave now than make things worse. “You don’t deserve it, Buck. I’m sorry, too, but I really do have to head back now. I’ll see you later, okay?”
“See you later,” he said, giving you a strange look.
You didn’t stick around to try to decipher that one.
Your sudden change in behavior must have set off warning alarms in Bucky’s brain, because he texted you for the rest of the day. Between pictures of puppies and funny memes, you received a total of twenty-eight texts from him over the course of a few hours.
The problem was, you were at work, and you couldn’t really stop to read them with no less than three different (utterly incompetent) colleagues bugging you for help. You ended up staying busy until it was time to go home.
By the time you remembered all the texts, you were just arriving home, takeout in hand. You went inside your apartment and set your food down on the counter, slipping your shoes off with a sigh of relief.
You quickly typed out a message, apologizing for not replying earlier and mentioning that you’d been super swamped at work.
Bucky’s only reply was, No problem. Lunch again tomorrow?
The idea of spending another precious lunch hour waiting on him did not sound appealing at all.
Can’t tomorrow…maybe the weekend?
This time, Bucky didn’t reply right away.
With a shrug, you ate your dinner, showered, then finally collapsed onto your comfortable bed to sleep.
Bucky took it one step farther and showed up to your workplace on Thursday right before your lunch hour started. He arrived with takeout from your favorite sandwich shop, a pumpkin spice latte, and another one of his charming smiles.
Naturally, all the ladies in your office wouldn’t let the two of you eat in peace. After you’d led him to the lunchroom, you were swarmed by everyone introducing themselves, using tactics like ‘Where did you get that delicious-looking food?’ and ‘I’ve never seen someone so handsome in this lunchroom before!’
The worst comment, however, came from the big mouth of your least-liked colleague, a middle-aged woman named Sandy who wouldn’t know the right thing to say if someone handed her a slip of paper that literally said ‘this is the right thing to say.’
She waited until you’d successfully diverted the attention of all the other unwelcome table guests before making her approach. You knew from the look in her eyes that she was going to either say something totally stupid, or something that humiliated you.
This time, she managed both.
“I didn’t know your brother was in town, Y/N,” Sandy exclaimed, feigning delight as she turned to Bucky. “You’re so handsome, you must have been blessed with the good genes.”
To his credit, Bucky had the decency to make a face at her. “She’s not my sister, ma’am. She’s my best friend.”
“Oh,” Sandy replied, nodding seriously. “That makes more sense.”
“And for the record,” he continued, now full-on glaring at the loathsome woman, “Y/N is smart, talented, and beautiful, so I have no idea what you mean by ‘the good genes.’ What genes could top that?”
For the first time since you’d met her, Sandy was speechless.
You took a sip from your latte to hide your smile, and once the vile jerk was gone, you and Bucky both burst out laughing.
“Thank you,” you said sincerely, giving him a smile. “I appreciate you putting her in her place, even though you had to lie for me.”
Bucky shook his head and reached for his coffee. “I wasn’t lying, Y/N. I meant every word. And besides, I was worried you were mad at me this week, that you wouldn’t want to hang out with me again. I don’t want anyone taking away from our lunch hour together.”
“You’re my best friend, Buck. You know that. Even if you make fun of me for my beverage of choice.”
“Best friend,” he echoed, nodding his head slowly. “That’s what I am.”
The two of you continued to eat in contemplative silence until the hour was up.
You didn’t see Bucky again until Sunday morning, when the two of you were meeting for brunch. He had mentioned wanting to try a new café, one that was closer to his place than yours, but you didn’t mind the longer walk.
The day was a little cooler, with big grey clouds rolling overhead. You’d left the apartment wearing a long-sleeve shirt, but when the wind picked up and fallen leaves started dancing all around you, the shirt wasn’t enough to keep you warm.
Unfortunately for you, the café wasn’t open yet by the time you got there, so you were forced to sit on a bench nearby to shiver while you waited.
Bucky got there not long after you, with two cups his hands. You looked up just in time to see him hold a pumpkin spice latte out for you to take, which you did gratefully.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, sitting down beside you as you cupped your drink for warmth. “I didn’t check the hours before I suggested this place. It should be open in another ten minutes or so.”
Just the sight of him made you feel better. His blue-grey eyes looked brilliant against the grey sky backdrop. He was dressed in a nice sweater, his hair combed back neatly. Bucky looked amazing, the picture-perfect guy in a picture-perfect season.
You’d sit out in the cold for him any day.
Not that you could tell him that, especially after he reiterated that the two of you were just friends in front of you to all your co-workers.
“It’s all right. I haven’t been waiting that long. Thank you for the warmth,” you said, lifting your cup a little. You took a long sip of the delicious drink, reveling in the feeling of heat on your cold fingers. “It tastes even better in this weather.”
“I’m going to try it,” he announced, giving you a firm nod. “I think it’s about time I try it.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “Really? I thought you didn’t like it?”
“The drink? Not sure about that just yet,” Bucky said, glancing between your cup and you. He leaned over a little, but instead of his hand reaching out for your drink, he placed it on your cheek tenderly. “You, on the other hand?”
You froze, eyes wide as his thumb lightly caressed your skin. What the hell was happening?
“I’m sure about you,” he murmured, leaning even further until you could feel his warm breath on your face.
He gently brushed his lips against yours to test the waters.
You were so stunned that your mouth opened a little in shock, and Bucky took the chance to deepen the kiss, his tongue tasting yours for the first time.
Now that you finally understood what he meant when he said he wanted to try a pumpkin spice latte, you grinned against his lips, moving closer but careful not to spill either drink. No one wanted hot coffee to ruin this moment.
You wrapped your free hand around his neck to pull him even closer.
Just friends?
Yeah, right.
Not when he was kissing you like this, his lips molding to yours like they were meant to be there, like they were made to kiss you over and over until you were utterly breathless.
When he pulled back, Bucky looked relieved. He gave you a smile warm enough to make you forget all about the chilly autumn air. “So, Y/N…this pumpkin spice latte?”
“Yeah?”
“It tastes even better than I imagined.”
You tried really hard not to smile but failed miserably. “Better make sure, though, Bucky, because you’re going to have to put up with it until snickerdoodle latte season.”
“I’m more than okay with that,” he replied, reaching for you again, brunch all but forgotten.
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Sweater Weather
Summary: Steve isn’t the biggest fan of your oversized sweater... but by the end of the day, you’re not hearing anymore complaints.
Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: Approx. 900
Sighing softly you quickly grabbed your purse and made your way into your little living room space. You were ten minutes late now, having insisted on fixing your makeup before you and Steve could head out.
“Before you say anything, I would just like to point out the fact that I look absolutely smashing right now…” You started and as you did so, flashed him a smile. You made sure to flip your hair over shoulder, turning in a small twirl.
Steve crinkled his nose, his eyes quickly scanning over your frame, “Is that what you’re wearing?”
You glanced down at yourself, a frown now present on your lips, “Yeah. What’s wrong with it?” Your tone was defensive, albeit curious. You had taken quite a decent amount of time planning your outfit this morning, fully intending on giving off heavy fall vibes.
It was, after all, your favorite season. You were going to spend all day in and out of meetings and running errands; you wanted to be comfortable. Plus, you wanted to feel happy when you looked in the mirror. And fall colors? They made you happy.
He gave you a look, “That sweater is two times your size!”
You shrugged, kissing his cheek before moving around him to grab your keys, “So are you; I haven’t left you yet.”
As you ignored the look Steve was now giving you, you held the door open and gestured for him to follow you out. “Now come on, we’re going to be even later than late at this point.”
Shaking his head, he quickly caught up to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, “Well then.”
All throughout the day, you took note of how Steve was acting more cuddly with you than he normally did. Instead of simply interlacing fingers, he would wrap an arm around you and pull you into his side. Not to mention the way he began hugging you from behind, and lightly resting his chin atop your head.
It wasn’t that you were complaining; you weren’t. You loved this side of Steve. It reminded you of a teddy bear in a way. He'd rather keep you wrapped in his arms all day as opposed to going out and doing mundane little things.
But, you hadn’t let you mind linger on this for too long, more so because of the lack of time you had to do so. Your busy day kept you preoccupied and didn’t fail to tire you out.
Now as you threw the apartment door open, you couldn't help the groan that slipped passed your lips. In that moment, all you wanted was to never have to leave your cozy little apartment again.
You tossed your jacket to the side and plopped on the couch, ignoring Steve’s chuckle.
“Why did we think running all of our errands today would be smart?” Your voice came out muffled, barely audible due to all the pillows you had your face shoved in.
Deftly lifting you into his arms, Steve sat you two back down on the couch and cradled you in his lap. As he placed a quick kiss to your temple, he muttered, “Because we’re idiots.”
Chuckling softly, you nodded, “Come to think of it, that sounds about right.”
As the two of you sat in a relatively comfortable silence, you were able to enjoy the feeling of finally being back home. Steve was slowly running his hands up and down your back, as you traced small circles into his shoulder. It was only after minutes had passed that you spoke again, your voice coming out quiet.
“Hey Steve?”
He hummed in response, his gaze finding its way down to yours, a smile visible on his lips.
“Why have you been acting so… touchy today?”
His brow furrowed, his features contorting into a confused look, “What do you mean?”
Shrugging, you adjusted yourself so that the both of you were completely facing one another. “It’s not that I didn’t like it, because I do, it’s just that usually you’re not like that. I’m only used to you being that cuddling when we’re staying in on like a Saturday or something.”
Steve smiled sheepishly, shrugging, “I don’t know… I guess, that sweater is just really soft?”
You raised a brow questioningly at him, fighting the smile trying to tug on your lips, “You mean, this sweater? The one that you said looked way too big on me? The one that you implied you didn’t like?”
He sighed slightly, self-consciously rubbing the back of his neck, “Yep… That’s the one. You know, I changed my mind about it. Maybe things two times your size are just your thing.”
Chuckling, you lightly pecked his lips, “I think so too. You know, it’s becoming clear to me now that I’ve found a bit of a home in them. Wonder why.”
Grinning, he pulled you closer to him again, “It could’ve been any number of things. But, because it feels pretty great, I’m going to say that I played a role in that.”
Smiling slightly to yourself, you nodded, “Then I’m going to have to agree.”
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Life Starts All Over Again *Bucky Barnes x Reader*
Prompt: Farmers Market
AU: Biker!Bucky - I have a thing for Bucky in a leather jacket, let me live my best life Sharon!
Warnings: Fluff
Word Count: 4,890
Drew inspiration also from this quote about fall, so forgive me for making this so fucking long it’s because I can’t function below 1,000 words.
A/N: Huge congratulations to @promarvelfangirl you deserve all the followers, I hope some of mine go over and follow you because you’re such a fantastic writer. Hope what I wrote is good, sorry about the whole ‘extra’ I went with it!
I kinda went skipped over the whole “Must be at least 500 words” Decided to add another ‘0′ at the end of 500, I’m finding it difficult to write stuff as just one-shots. This could’ve easily been a three part fic, but I didn’t want to be that person. - Rosalie
Fall is one of the best seasons; it wasn’t too hot or too cold. It was the perfect in-between, the middle ground that was nice and safe. You didn’t have to dress up too warm; a nice jumper would keep you satisfied. The leaves went from vibrant green to dusty oranges, shades of red and yellow if the sun caught the trees just right they’d look almost aflame. Fall, undoubtedly, had the best aesthetic going on. Woollen clothes, crisp fallen leaves and cute coffee houses. The colour palette for fall was to die for too; berry colours, various shades of orange going into red, plus the browns- with the splurge of the occasional mustard yellow thrown in.
Fall also had the best holiday, Halloween. Halloween is possibly the greatest holiday of the year, also the strangest but spookiest too. The stores are lined with Halloween decorations, the candy that comes out and the movies you are able to watch- since it’s socially unacceptable to watch Hocus Pocus in the spring. Also what comes with fall and Halloween is the pumpkin, traditionally used to eat and cook with but mostly used to carve a scary face into.
It’s why you loved working at the Farmers Market this time of year. Various shapes, colours and sizes, all laid out from biggest to smallest. It made you smile when you watched as kids picked out their pumpkins; a few had been carved beforehand and on display. The smell of pumpkin pie would also float through the air, freshly made from another stall a few down; it was intoxicating and mixed with all the fresh fruits and vegetables. Nothing could beat a good fall farmers market.
Your grandma owned a small fruit and veg shop, although she regularly sold her produce at farmers markets, you quickly stepped forward to help run her small business from the stall, she was getting too old now to sell all the produce herself and her usual help had family problems for the next few weeks. It was a nice atmosphere in autumn, it wasn’t mad panic like in December, and it was just calm and easy.
Today was no different, a few weeks into fall and you were already happy it had begun. The sun was shining through the clouds but the fall breeze dusted your cheeks a pink tinge due to the cold. A thick dark brown jumper kept you from getting too cold, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows as you packaged up a few tomatoes for the older woman before you. Smiling big as she took the bag from you, passing the correct amount of change before moving on down the stalls.
Glancing over to your grandma you see she’s in heavy conversation with a customer, you frowned slightly at the man stood on the other side of the stall. Hair pulled back into a bun at the nape of his neck, thick leather jacket and gloved hands; he seemed just as interested in the conversation as your grandma. He looked as though he should be on a motorcycle with a gang or something, he didn’t look like the type to be at a farmers market or even talking to your grandma.
“Y/N, dear, would you help Bucky with the rest of his stuff. I just remembered I’ve got to go see Bill the Butcher,” Your grandma pulled you from your thoughts, you chuckled slightly.
“His name is Martin, not Bill.” She waved you off before walking down the market towards the Butchers stall way down the market road.
You glanced at the man again, now stood in front of you. Admittedly, you didn’t think he’d be that good looking this close up. He wore a sheepish smile and seemed to have kind blue eyes; he was already carrying a few veggies in a bag.
“So, what else do you need?” You slapped on a smile, figuring just staring at the guy would be way too creepy.
He cast his eyes down to the fruits. “Uh-just a few plums, apples and oranges, I guess.” He sounded uncertain; you nodded once and grabbed a paper bag, grabbing a couple of each. “You don’t usually work here.” It was more of a statement than a question, “I mean I’ve never seen you work here before or even at Dorothy’s stall.” He corrected himself quickly.
“No, this is my first time.” You smiled, pricing up his produce. “Dorothy is my grandma; she needed help for a few weeks on the stall, so I stepped forward.” You shrugged and he nodded once, already handing you the correct amount plus extra, only telling you to keep the change.
There was a silent few seconds before a few people stepped up to the stall to look at the produce, he gave a small smile. “Well, it was lovely meeting you.” He says quickly and leaves just as fast, you watch his retreating figure disappear in the crowd of people with raised eyebrows, what a strange man, is the only thing you think to yourself.
“So, did you help Bucky okay?” Your grandma’s voice startles you, you hadn’t noticed she had come back so soon, you look and frown at her before walking around the stall and arranging the fruits again. “The man I left you with, I trust you helped him out okay?” You nodded at her, shrugging slightly, why was she so fixated on if you helped him?
You glance up and look at the elderly lady, white hair pulled back into a bun. Green knitted cardigan, plus black apron on, slightly shorter than you. “Where’s the meat?” You asked she looked up from her notebook that she carried. “You went to go see the butcher, where’s the meat?”
“They didn’t have what I wanted, so I made a request for tomorrow.” She simply answers, sitting down on the stool beside the stall. “Bucky is the customer that visits the shop regularly, him and his best friend walk me home sometimes if I stay late here. I just wanted to know he got everything he needed,” she shakes her head and you narrow your eyes at the old woman. “What did you think of him?”
You groaned loudly. “I knew it. I knew there was reasons you did that, will you stop meddling in my love life and let me live my life?” You sigh with a slight eye roll, trying to be careful as you rearrange the lemons on the stall.
“It’s been nearly a year since Shayne, I just want you to move on and be happy again.” You nod once, smiling as she smiles back at you. “I’m not going to be around forever, you know that, don’t you?”
“I am happy, I’ll find someone but in my own time. It’s not going to be some dude that occasionally buys fruit from you,” you chuckled and she shrugged as you went back to running the stall. “Besides he’s so, not my type. He’s got that bad boy vibe, I’m not about to get on the back of some motorcycle with a gang member.” Your grandma chuckled at that, rolling her eyes with a small sigh, muttering something under her breath that you don’t seem to catch.
You kept helping around the stall; Bucky would show up from time to time, only talking to your grandma which for some reason that irked you. You didn’t want it to annoy you but it did. You were nice and helpful the first time you met him, you smiled and then he quickly walked off into the crowd.
“Where’s Dorothy?” You look up from your book to Bucky, standing over the stall staring down at you.
“She’s running the shop today, Mandy phoned in sick.” You glance back down to your book, not reading but looking as though you are, “would you like me to phone her? Seems you can’t buy an orange without her assistance,” the words left your mouth before you could stop them.
You quickly glance up to see him nodding slowly. “Its fine, I can buy fruit myself. Just weird not seeing her here, I guess.” He completely brushes off your snide comment, thankfully. Bucky grabbed a bag filling it with a few plums, “I wasn’t even going to buy anything but I felt the need to prove a point.” He places the correct change on the side, smiling once before leaving again.
You instantly feel bad for making such a comment to him. He hadn’t done anything to you, not that it mattered; you shouldn’t have been so bitchy to him. You grab the money and put it away, hoping he’d come back in a few days so you could apologise to him before he told your grandma how much of a bitch you are.
“So, he shows up on days at time but then you won’t see him for weeks at time too?” You asked thoughtfully, your grandma nodded as she bagged up celery and passed it to the man paying. “What does he do for work then?”
Your grandma chuckled. “I made a promise not to tell,” you raised an eyebrow at her curious wording. “For a girl that went to University for Law you aren’t very perspective on picking up details on people, are you dear?”
“You’re too cryptic for a woman your age,” you shot back with a small smile that earned a light chuckle from her in response. “Speak of the devil,” you mutter to yourself as you see Bucky slowly maundering through the farmers market. He smiles politely at other vendors, talking up a storm before grinning at your grandma.
He had opted for his hair down, which was a first. You didn’t realise how long his hair was, it brushes his stubbly chin and he was wearing just a blue jumper and jeans, staple leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He looked good, you hated to admit that. You ignore the easy chatter he had with your grandma, opting to sort through the remaining crates of the veg in the van. Picking up one, despite it being too heavy for you, you huff as you try to carry it over to the stall only for it to be removed from your arms.
“Hey, I totally could carry that.” You argue with the back of Bucky’ head as he nodded slightly, placing it down where your grandma pointed to. “Can you not have someone else do my job, I was fine.” She nodded once; you knew she was rolling her eyes at you to Bucky behind your back. “I’m going for a break,” you sighed, your grandma nodded once as you pulled off your apron and walked away and down the market.
You strolled for a good five minutes in silence, waving at a few people that you knew. Smiling slightly at a family, who had excitable children, they were picking out a few pumpkins to carve.
“Y/N?” You glance over your shoulder to see Bucky jogging up to you, you frowned and turned to him. “Have I done something to offend you in any way? If I have then I am sorry, wasn’t my intention.”
You sighed and shrugged slightly. “You haven’t done anything, I’m not mad at you, truly.” You tell him only making Bucky frown at you. “It’s just this… season, I guess. Brings back a lot of old memories, thought helping my grandma out would take my mind off of things but it hasn’t.” You try to explain without actually giving away anything to him, he nods once slowly.
“Well, happy that I didn’t cause the bad mood, I tend to have a habit of doing that to people.” You chuckled lightly along with him, “I’ll let you get back to your break, hope the autumn starts looking up for you.” He smiles down at you; you nod once and smile back.
“Hey, wait,” you call slightly and Bucky stops a few steps away and you gesture with your thumb over your shoulder, “you ever had Maurice’s homemade pumpkin pie?” Bucky shakes his head, placing his hands in his jean pockets. “Well, you seriously need to sort out your life choices, honestly. C’mon, that’s if you’re not busy?” You asked he shrugged nodded, smiling as he followed you through the crowd to the van parked, table and chairs placed beside it.
Maurice had been selling his homemade pumpkin pie since you could remember. He was an older man, silver hair and loud personality. He had recently been bringing his son, hoping that one day he would take over the business. You waved with a big grin, earning a smile from both men leaning through the window of the food van.
“Y/N!” Maurice yelled, “I was wondering when I’d be seeing you,” you laughed slightly. “Who is the strapping lad beside you,” he asked, yelling to his son to get you both a slice of pie, on the house, as always.
You placed a hand on Bucky’ shoulder and pulled him closer to see Maurice, “this is Bucky. He has never had any of your homemade pumpkin pie, so I had to bring him along, obviously.” Maurice looked slightly horrified at Bucky, raised eyebrows before turning around and getting two his best slices, even though they always taste the best, no matter what.
Bucky takes both plates and sitting down at one of the made-up tables, you followed with two sets of plastic knives and forks, handing him his. You sit down, nodding for Bucky to take his first bite; he was hesitant but slowly put a piece into his mouth and chewed slowly. It was a few seconds before his eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up and mouthing a small, ‘whoa’.
“Don’t ask about the recipe, I don’t think even his son knows what it is and he’s meant to take over the business soon.” You chuckled eating your own piece; it’s silent for a few seconds.
“You gonna take over your Dorothy’s business?” You glance up and he’s watching you, eating his piece slowly and you shrug, eating another piece instead of answering. “She mentioned you went and did Law at university, what happened? Is that too personal?” He chuckled, “sorry, I shouldn’t ask a question like that, should I?”
You nod slowly, choosing to finish your piece of pie instead of answering, giving yourself time to think of the correct wording. You hadn’t really talked about what happened, not in real detail, not even with your grandma.
“I did that real cliché thing of falling for a guy, jetting off to LA with him and then… it fell apart.” You shrugged smiling despite it, you sighed slightly. “So, nowhere to go and then my grandma needed help, so I ran from LA and… here I am.”
Bucky nodded. “Here you are indeed,” he chuckled finishing his piece of the pie.
“So, what do you do?” You smiled changing the subject, resting your elbows on the table and resting your chin in the palm of your hand. “My grandma wouldn’t tell me when I asked, said she ‘made a promise’, so, why so secretive?”
He smirks, a little lift of the left side of his mouth with a raised eyebrow. “You asked about me?”
You shrugged. “Of course, a guy dressed in a leather jacket, bad boy vibes and is talking to my grandma like they’re best friends-“
“We are best friends, thank you.” He interrupts with a playful smile.
“Whatever, I was curious as to why someone like you was interested in being buddies with my grandma. I’m protective; don’t need her getting involved in some biker gang.” You shrugged slightly with a small chuckle at his reaction to that.
He shakes his head, mocking being offended by that. “I am not in some gang, plus I am away on vacation from work, I don’t really want to discuss it.” You raised an eyebrow at his simple brush off of the question, although choosing not to pry, just yet about it.
“I better get back to work,” You stand up and he follows, standing opposite with an awkward smile. “I guess, I’ll see you sometime soon considering you can’t stay away from my grandma too long.” You joke, he laughs.
“I don’t know, Dorothy’s assistant has caught my eye too,” he cheekily winks before walking around you and down the market. You’re left watching after him, mouth agape at that and he looks over his shoulder throwing a little wave and smile.
It had been a few days since you had last seen Bucky, admittedly you had been thinking about him, more than you wanted or cared to admit. There was just something about him that you couldn’t put your finger on, he wasn’t like the usual guys you liked or had even met. It had been a while since a guy had made you feel like this, the last guy left you heartbroken and you didn’t want that again.
You give a gentle sigh as you walked through the farmers market, it had been less busy today and your grandma decided she could handle it on her own. At least you wouldn’t have to see Bucky today, a small part of you hoped you would see him before you left but the smarter part made you walk a little faster in case you bumped into him as you left.
You sighed as you see the crowd thinning out, meaning you were close to leaving the farmers market. The rumbling of a bike engine catches your attention, you lift your head and feet instantly stop at the sight before you. Bucky parking his motorcycle on the side of the road, he ran a hand through his hair and unzipped the tight black leather jacket revealing an equally tight white V-neck underneath. You looked around, quickly turning to a stall and a blush rising to your cheeks; hopefully, him and no one else saw you openly gawking at him.
You blinked a couple of times at the items in front of you, trying to regain your breathing to something normal. Till you feel a tap on your shoulder, you cursed softly and turned, Bucky was grinning widely at you. This is exactly why you didn’t want to see him for this exact reason.
“Hey Y/N,” you smiled and nodded. “You are leaving already?” He asked, nodding to your bag in your hand and jacket slung over under the other.
“Yeah, it’s not that busy today, so I am free to go.” You shrugged and started to pull on your jacket, smiling as he nodded slowly, placing his own hands in his leather jacket pockets.
It’s a moment of silence. “I was actually here to ask if you wanted to, um, go for coffee or something.” He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Or, you know, I don’t know just… hang out.”
You raised your eyebrows at him; did he just ask you out? You should say no, you definitely need to say no. “Sure, I’m not busy right now.” You cursed yourself, why did you say yes? You should’ve said no but the smile that lights up his face makes you temporarily forget what you just did. “There’s a coffee shop just across the street, they sell great hot chocolates.” You nod to the small coffee house across the street; he nods with a small smile and follows you across the street.
You stand at the counter ordering your hot chocolates before sitting at a table close to the window. You blow on the cup, taking a small sip of the hot chocolate before looking at Bucky. He had taken off his jacket, you tilted your head slightly and narrowed your eyes, he looked oddly familiar but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You shake the thought away, meeting his eyes and smiling shyly as he sipped his own hot chocolate in comforting silence.
“So, I got to be honest with you,” Bucky sighs placing his mug down and you frown a little concerned; he looked tentative about whatever he was going to tell you. “I like you, have since I saw you working on the stall.” He admits a blush creeping up on his cheeks; you flush a light shade of pink at his confession. “You got something about you, a fire within you and I like that. I was wondering... if you'd give me a chance- I mean, can I take you on a date?”
You look down at the table, watching the steam leave your hot chocolate, debating over what he just said to you. Your heart hammering inside your chest, “Okay, sure…” You trail off and look up at him, he grins and you nod shyly. “I’m not getting on your bike though,” you tell him and he rolls his eyes.
Bucky got your number and gave you the details for the date, although the night before had to reschedule due to work issues. He didn’t reschedule this time, thankfully. You dressed in a maroon skater skirt with a white blouse, tights and ankle boots. Your hair was styled to perfection; you had also found an old denim jacket that would keep you warm in the fall evening. A light tap on your door signalled that he was already here for you, you took a few deep breathes before opening the door with a small smile.
He was dressed in his usual leather jacket, a nice white shirt and dark jeans. Honestly, he always looked good so you didn’t expect anything less from him. He holds out a bunch of daisies, you smile and quickly walk to the kitchen to place them in water coming back to find him still waiting, patiently, by the door. Taking his offered arm and walking out, the autumn breeze making you shiver despite you not being cold.
You walk in comfortable silence through the streets, till, “Are we walking to the farmers market?” You asked with a frown. You recognised the walk; you took this walk every day. “You do know it’ll be deserted, right? It’s no longer up and running, not till 9am!” You chuckle.
Your chuckle stops when you see by Maurice’s food van is a table set out, a few pumpkins that were carved earlier today out with a candle inside and fairy lights are strung from trees to the van. You let go of his arm and walk towards the table, eyebrows rising at the cheese fondue set out. You glance to Bucky and see him smiling widely, shrugging despite this being the most thought-out date ever.
He helps you into your chair, sitting in one opposite you and pouring wine too. “I honestly didn’t have you done as the romantic type,” you confess, knowing you’re blushing just from the sheer thought of this.
“When are you going to realise I am not some bad boy in a biker gang?” He asked a hint of amusement laced his words; you shrugged as he rolled his eyes.
“When you tell me what you do for work.”
He nods. “So, tell me something about yourself?” He changes the subject with a small smirk, cocking an eyebrow as he dips the bread into the cheese fondue.
You think for a few seconds, watching him as he eats before shrugging. “Well, I studied law for a year-“
“No, I don’t want to know about that.” He interjects. “Tell me your dreams, aspirations, what do you want?” He smiled a little and you nod slightly.
“I don’t know what I want.” You admit and he nods. “I guess, to be happy. To get back on my feet, maybe open my own stall in a market someday. I’ve done everything everyone else wanted me to do; finding what I want to do is hard.” Bucky smiled and nodded in agreement.
“You’ll find something and you’ll be great at it.” He grinned and you chuckled, shrugging at his optimism. “ Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” He shrugged and you raised your eyebrows at him, not expecting that. “I’m secretly a philosopher, you should know that.” You giggled, throwing a piece of bread at his head.
The rest of the date was full of laughter, flirty comments from Bucky and a lot of blushing on your part. You had finished the cheese fondue, sitting in each other’s company as you watched a tree slowly lose its leaves and fall to the floor. This was the first time, in a long time; you hadn’t brought up your previous relationship. This was the first time, in a long time; you felt that same happiness, if not something more than that.
"I had never been here when no one else is here, it's... nice." You comment, mostly to yourself, looking around at all the empty stalls and deserted street.
Bucky nudges your hand, pulling you from your thoughts. “Want to start heading back? I don’t want us staying out, might catch a cold.” He smiles, you nod and grab your jacket and begin a slow walk back to your place.
You both laugh as you each try to step on the fallen leaves, listening to the sound of them crunching underneath your shoes. You felt like a kid, almost. Bucky’s laugh was also contagious, it was loud and full body, he’d throw his whole body back and let out the loudest chuckle you’d ever heard. It was endearing as it was funny.
“I had a really good time tonight, thank you.” You smile up at Bucky who was grinning, hands in his pockets as he shrugged, a light blush dusting his cheeks. For a guy that looks edgy, he sure was a blushing nerd a lot of the time.
He chuckles slightly. “Don’t thank me; I should be thanking you for giving me a chance, despite my rugged exterior.” He smirks as you roll your eyes, smiling softly as he sighs looking at you.
You can hear the breeze blowing fallen leaves down the street, you feel it brush through your hair and making you shiver, unless that was caused by the way Bucky was looking down at you. A small smile tugging at his lips as his eyes darted from yours down to your lips; you instinctively licked your lips before standing on your toes. He took that as all the confirmation he needed, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. It’s slow and soft, a kiss you didn’t expect from him. He pulls away, a little too early for your liking but his smile is worth it.
“Now I should really thank you,” you slap his shoulder and laugh, kissing his cheek softly before walking up to your home, giving a little wave to Bucky who blows a kiss and walks to his bike, swinging his leg over it and starting it up before driving off.
You couldn’t help but think of what he had said tonight, Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall. It was true, your life had started over last fall when things ended and you had to run back here. Now... it’s starting all over again, for the better, you hoped.
BONUS: (cause ya girl, had to make this funny because ugh too much cheese, I’m lactose intolerant (for reals))
You frowned as you hear multiple sounds of bike engines, walking around the stall you see in the distance around seven bikers all park. All of them getting off, pulling their helmets off and walking through the farmer’s market crowd. Bucky waved at Maurice before grinning at you; you raised an eyebrow at Bucky looking over his shoulder at the others all waiting for him.
“I knew you were part of a gang.” You grin and he shakes his head.
“It’s not a gang; they’re my friend we’re riding to work, thank you.” Bucky rolls his eyes, you raised an eyebrow. “I’m in a band, it’s literally the most obvious job for me, and you’re not very perceptive are you?” He chuckled as you slapped his arm multiple times.
You chuckled. “I’m perceptive enough to know you were in a gang,” he sighed softly as you continued to laugh. “Seriously, what is your band called?” You asked and he kicked his foot, pursing his lips looking at you. “Tell me, please?” You asked, fluttering your lashes as he sighed.
“The Avengers.” You died with laughter, right then and there. “Hey, stop laughing. We’re a serious band, I’m the lead guitarist.” He huffs and you stand up, looking at him wiping the tear from the corner of your eye. “We sing pretty deep stuff, thank you.”
You nod, feeling bad that you had laughed at him and his band mates. “I wouldn’t say deep, we have a song about Bucky forgetting his name that one time.” A man, taller than Bucky, with a kind smile chuckles. “I’m Steve, his best friend, you must be the girl that Bucky has written like six-” Before Steve can finish talking Bucky is getting him into a headlock.
“He wrote a song and named it Farmers Market Girl,” A woman with red hair, the similar black jacket as Bucky’s, shrugged as she picked up a few avocados and placed them into a bag. “Probably, the cheesiest song I’ve had to sing.”
“It’s funny cause he made cheese fondue for the date, nice joke.” Steve grinned as Bucky looked grumpy, glaring at his friends and bandmates.
As they all begin to shop around the farmer's market, you look at Bucky with a big grin and he sighs loudly, knowing what you’re going to say. “I cannot believe you’ve written songs about me.”
“I mean, Farmers Market Girl is definietly about Dorothy but the other five, obviously about you.” He shrugs kissing you softly.
(I don’t know about the ending, honestly, I don’t know what I have written. But it’s a lot. Probably, could delete like 2k words and it’d be better. Also, farmers markets where I am from are weirdly chaotic, so I tried to make this last like what i know them to be, hope it came out well. Hopefully, this goes up at 12pm on Wednesday UK time, I’ll be mid shift on my first day of a new job, so wish me luck lol. Love you Sharon, hope this makes you smile or laugh. Rosalie)
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Evie
MASTERLIST
AO3 account
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Warnings: Cancer, death
Word count: 2.382
Summary: Bucky returns to his home town to take care of his ex girlfriend, Eveline or “Evie”. Meanwhile, he gets to known Y/N, who helps out with the groceries and lives with her brother Scott after the death of their parents. They’re both torn by their feelings, insecure about what the future holds for Evie and what this might mean for Bucky and Y/N.
A/N: written for @promarvelfangirl and my prompt was “maple syrup”
Masterlist to all Seb’s characters can be found here
There’s a hint of grey in his beard, getting fuller the longer he spends his days around the village. There’s a hint of grey in his blue eyes, getting duller the longer he spends helping out at Eveline’s cottage. It pains him to see her deteriorate, her frail skin and weak bones demanding a high toll from the otherwise strong-minded young woman.
You knock on the oak front door, the wood creaking softly under the strength of your first. He opens the door and gives you a happy smile, his eyes lighting up in absolute delight. After letting you in, he wanders to the room out back to grab his woollen coat with his wallet. As you’re putting the groceries on the table, he hands you more than enough money to cover for expenses.
“I can’t, Buck,” you refuse his hand gently, accepting only half of the dollar bills he’s offering you. You’re not short on money and you gladly lend a hand whenever you can.
Bucky looks at his empty wallet and with a sad half-smile puts the money back. “Thank you, Y/N.”
“I’ve got everything you asked for, and more,” you announce with a soft giggle when you show him the little bottle of maple syrup and the pancake mix you picked up at the local shop. “I remember you mentioned you used to inhale pancakes drenched in maple syrup as a kid?”
A flicker of grey awakens a wildfire in his eyes. “You remembered?” In disbelief, he takes the glass bottle from you and reads the card wound around the neck of the bottle with an elastic band. “For Bucky, from Y/N.”
You shuffle with your feet and look down, biting you lower lip in anticipation of Bucky’s reaction. “It’s a present,” you mumble quietly.
“I love it, thank you so much, doll.” Bucky gently places the bottle back on the table top and walks around, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and hugging you tightly to his broad chest.
Blushing a bright red as he releases you again, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear, you stuff your hands back in the pockets of your coat. “How’s Evie?”
“Worse,” he replies in a sullen tone, shrugging dejectedly. “Doctor says she won’t make it to the end of the year. Maybe not even to Christmas if the cold hits early this winter.”
“I’m so sorry, Buck. If there’s anything I can do –“
“You’ve done more than enough, doll,” Bucky interrupts you in a kind tenor, his baby blues reflecting the torn soul inside.
Eveline was his high school sweetheart, the prom queen to his prom king. He loved her dearly, but she was always meant to be the girl next-door. Bucky is a big city lover and moved away after high school. Only at the reunion last year he showed back in town and that’s when he found out about Eveline’s condition.
“How about I pay you back this tomorrow morning? Steve is taking Evie to the hospital for a check-up and they’ll be gone all day. We can try out that pancake mix you got us? Have a little brunch?”
“I don’t know, Buck,” you answer hesitantly. Bucky quit his job and stayed in town to take care of Evie, who is obviously still madly in love with him. Evie’s brother, Steve, always supported their relationship and was overjoyed when he heard Bucky wanted to do his part in getting Evie back up her feet. That is, until her fate was sealed by cancer.
The brunet takes your pause to heart and brushes it off as a mere thought. “No, don’t worry, it was just a silly idea. But if you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Throwing one last look at Bucky stocking the shelves, you let yourself out and make your way back to your home, where your brother Scott is waiting for you. Ten years ago, Scott would’ve never pegged you for the small town life. But here you are, with your own shop of trinkets and other home decorations, following in the footsteps of your late mother. Because if it weren’t for your parents’ untimely demise, you probably wouldn’t have returned home to see after the family business.
“Did you pay Buck and Evie a visit already?,” Scott hums as he’s preparing lunch for you, his daughter Cassie, his new wife Samantha and yourself.
“Yup,” you reply softly, popping the p and throwing your jacket over one of the kitchen chairs, sitting down in front of Samantha after ruffling Cassie’s hair. “Evie might not make it to Christmas.”
Scott shakes his head with a heavy sigh. “Maybe we should invite Steve and Bucky over for our party on Christmas Eve? What do you think, Sammy?”
Sam looks up from her book at the mention of her name. “I think that’s a great idea, honey. The more the merrier.”
You give her a tight-lipped smile before unlocking your phone and scrolling through the newsfeed, trying to get your mind off Bucky’s brunch proposal. Sammy notices something’s bothering you even long before Scott finishes up on lunch.
“Something wrong, sweetheart?,” she asks you as she places a gentle hand on top of yours.
You huff out a quiet response. “Bucky said something about having brunch tomorrow…”
“That’s amazing!,” Scott cheers sincerely as he plates up the food. “You did say yes, I hope?”
Samantha shushes Scott immediately, seeing your eyes darken with regret and sadness, your lack of reply making words unnecessary. “Oh sweetie… You said no didn’t you?” Nodding your head once, she sends you a kind smile. “Because of Eveline?”
“Yeah,” you exhale slowly, “She still loves him, even after all this time. I can’t just… mess that up, you know? She’s going to die soon and I can’t take Bucky away from her now, can I?”
“Y/N,” Scott intervenes before you can talk yourself down even more, “Eveline knows you’re in love with Bucky, too. Why else would she have asked you to get groceries and stuff? She could’ve easily asked Steve, or Sammy, or me. We’ve known her the longest. But for some reason, she asked you. Because that way, you and Bucky can get to know each other a little better.”
“I don’t know, Scott…” You bury your face in your hands. “I just – Bucky and I – I don’t know what to do anymore. Ever since that kiss…”
Samantha squeezes your hand again. “Bucky kissed you first, and he would’ve kissed you again if Steve hadn’t interrupted.” Releasing your hand, Sam takes your plate away and you look at her with baffled eyes. “Go talk to him. Now.”
And so you shuffle back to through the colourful fallen leaves back to Evie’s cottage. As you’re standing in front of the door, you can discern two voices, one of which is Steve and the other is Evie’s. They’re engaged in some kind of discussion, until Bucky joins unexpectedly and they both grow silent.
You’re about to knock on the door when it opens suddenly, Steve standing tall in front of you, towering over you like a mountain in a blanket of red plaid. He smells like chopped wood and pine cones, with a hint of scented candles.
“Hi, Y/N,” he greets you casually, stalking past you with urgent strides.
Bucky shows up from behind the corner and invites you in, patting the chair next to him and Evie at the kitchen table. Closing the door behind you, you join them and Bucky pours you a cup of hot cocoa. You see he’s made the pancake mix already, your bottle of maple syrup the centre piece of the scene. It stings just a little as you realise Bucky didn’t hold off on making the pancakes until you could change your mind.
“Thank you, Y/N, for the pancakes,” the blonde woman stutters in between two heavy coughs. She’s wrapped in at least three thick sweaters, her shaking hands barely able to hold a knife and fork. But Eveline is determined to get some food into her roaring stomach and with a big smile takes a couple bites from the pancakes Bucky carefully prepared earlier.
“It’s nothing really. You two deserve a treat.”
Bucky gives you your own plate and lunch is spent in light chatter and stolen looks from Evie between you and Bucky. Occasionally your hands would touch as you’re cutting into your pancake, or when you’re both reaching for the bottle of maple syrup at the same time. Bucky would then retract his hand immediately, ever the gentleman, and leave your skin burning and aching for his touch.
After the plates have been cleared up, Evie excuses herself from the table, pressing a chaste kiss to Bucky’s cheek. She places a tender hand on your shoulder, squeezing it momentarily before waving goodbye. The bags under her eyes are as black as charcoal, her bloodshot irises a reminder of her slow and imminent death.
Once she’s out of earshot, you and Bucky settle on the couch with another steaming mug of chocolate milk. “She doesn’t look very good, Buck,” you comment on Evie’s condition.
“She knows, believe me,” Bucky hums quietly, eyes trained on the cup in his hands.
“How’s Steve taking it?,” you question gingerly, looking at Bucky from the corner of your eye. His shoulder stiffen a little, before they relax again when you make a bold move and rest your palm on his lower arm.
Bucky breathes out lowly, suffering under the weight on his shoulders. “Steve doesn’t like it that Evie wants to leave me the house. It used to belong to their parents.”
“She wants to leave you the house? Why?”
“Because she feels she has to. Otherwise I’ll just go back to my old life in New York and I’ll never…” Bucky pauses and puts his mug on the living room table, facing his body towards you as he takes the mug from your hands too. “I’m mad for you, Y/N. I have been for a very long time.”
You open and close your mouth in an attempt to form a coherent response, but your mind fails your lips instantly. “I think I’m in love with you,” is the only thing you manage to get out.
“I think I love you, too, Y/N. And that’s why Evie wants me to have the house. So I’ll stay. So we get to be together.”
“But – All this time – Bucky…”
“Y/N, I want us to be together,” Bucky repeats softly, slowly.
“But what will we live off? Bucky, you don’t have much money and I can barely make a living myself.”
“I’m telling you we can be together and all you worry about is money?” Bucky grows a little agitated, his eagerness ebbing into worry flowing further into doubt. “I can work at Steve’s farm, it pays good money. We won’t be able to spoil much but at least we’ll have food on the table every day.”
“Bucky…,” you sigh as you pinch the bridge of your nose, getting up from the seat with tears in your eyes. “I gotta go.”
“Please don’t go, Y/N.” Evie’s faint voice, feeble in its softness, fills your ears with even more wretched thoughts. “Listen to what I have to say.”
She emerges from the adjoining room, unable to take the stairs anymore so Bucky had move her bed downstairs into a makeshift bedroom. Eveline sits down on a chair as you just stand there, nailed to the floor by this unexpected turn of events.
“I’m leaving Bucky my house and all of my belongings. I’m leaving him everything, and that includes all of my money in the bank as well. When I die, it’s all Bucky’s and he can do with it as he pleases. I hope he’ll somehow make amends with Steve after I’m gone.”
Her grey eyes are just as piercing as Steve’s and Bucky’s. “I just want Bucky to be happy. I also want him to be with the woman he loves most. I want him to be happy and with you. I don’t care if he sells my house to Steve and moves back to New York. I don’t care if he sticks around and helps Steve breed alpaca’s or something. As long as he is happy and with you, he can do whatever he likes. But yes, maybe, just maybe, by leaving the house to him, I’m hoping he’ll stay for a bit longer. He grew up just around the corner, this is his home town.”
Bucky gets up from the couch and envelopes you in his arms, kissing your temple with careful affection. You let him, you let him show you his love because you love him, too. “So please, Y/N, stay.”
Eveline Rogers, age 32, died on New Year’s Day, surrounded by friends and family. She lived a rich and full life and even in her last moments, she continues to strongly believe in fate. She believed that fate had brought Bucky to her, and eventually led him to Y/N. Even though Eveline would never be able to love again, she didn’t want to stand in the way of the love growing between Y/N and Bucky. So in her will, she came up with a plan.
Y/N and Bucky moved into Evie’s home shortly after the funeral. Her savings were a modest enough sum to provide them with a fresh start. Her inheritance, per Evie’s request, was used to renovate the cottage, a warm home for a new family. Bucky and Steve came to an agreement, and even though Bucky offered to sign over the house to Steve, he wouldn’t hear of it. Because it was Evie’s last wish that they’d live in her house.
They still live in Evie’s cottage, still baking pancakes with maple syrup every Friday morning in Evie’s honour, reminiscing about the day Evie gave them her blessing. Y/N is expecting her first child and Bucky’s planning to propose to her as soon as their baby is born. If it’s a girl, her name will be Eve. If it’s a boy, his name will be Evan. Regardless, Bucky and Y/N will never forget the kindness Evie showed them during her life and also in her death.
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Leaf Pile: Dad!Bucky x Reader
This is for @promarvelfangirl‘s Fall 2K writing challenge. Woo!!!! Congrats!
This fic features Sampson, my oc for your and Bucky’s kid. Previous fics include: Namesake / Bad Dreams / Snowman / Puppy
Word count: 1536
Warnings: None, cuteness overload
“Now, Mom?” your son eagerly questions, shifting from foot to foot in barely contained excitement.
“Not yet…” you laugh lightly, providing him the same response you have been for the last 20 minutes.
The steady thwack of Sarge’s tail beats against Sampson’s leg, the chocolate lab and young boy staring intently through the back sliding door. The two are positively buzzing with pent up energy, you’re surprised they’ve actually managed to be patient this long.
Through the glass, the three of you watch Bucky rake up the last few leaves across the lawn, toward the massive pile at the base of the large maple tree. He’s certainly a sight, hair pulled back and tied at the base of his neck, a red flannel stretched across his wide shoulders and dark wash jeans hugging his thighs. It could still sometimes take you by surprise to come to the realization that such a fine specimen of the human race had chosen you as a life partner. But Bucky never failed to remind you just how much he loved you, every day. It could warm you even on the coldest of nights.
“Now…?” Sampson asks again.
You watch as Bucky releases a long breath, wiping his brow with the back of his right hand. Flipping the rake around, he sets the blunt end on the ground, using it to lean against slightly as he admires his handy work.
“Okay, now,” you give your permission with a mischievous grin.
Sampson has the door thrown to the side in seconds, a whoosh of crisp autumn air invading the heat of the house. “Charge!!!” he screams loudly as he dashes down the porch steps, Sarge hot on his heels.
Bucky looks up in surprise at the outburst, moments before his hard work goes scattering in all directions as his son and the dog dive straight into the pile of freshly raked leaves. He sighs dejectedly, letting his head hang to briefly mourn over the loss of the momentarily-clean yard.
His crystalline gaze shifts to you, narrowing at the Cheshire grin spread across your face as you move to lean against the railing of the porch. He makes his way toward you, that certain strut in his step that typically intimidates his enemies, however only manages to make your blood hot when directed toward you.
He leans the rake against the porch rail before he climbs the steps. “You think you’re pretty hilarious, don’t you, Mrs. Barnes?”
Your grin somehow manages to grow further, “Why I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Barnes.”
He continues forward until he’s crowding into your space, chest to chest, nose to nose. You feel the wooden rail digging into your back as you attempt to lean away from him. His breath warms your cheeks, just has the heat coming off his body permeates your knitted sweater. “I think you know exactly what I mean.”
You meet his challenging gaze with a gentle laugh, your eyes glowing with amusement. “I might.”
He shakes his head at you, some humor seeping into his visage, “You’re damn lucky you’re cute.”
You release a low hum, wrapping your arms around him and dipping your hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “I’ve been known to use that to my advantage.”
His gaze heats up, nostrils flaring as his eyes flicker down to your lips. Moments later, his mouth has slanted over yours. Your son’s laughter and Sarge’s excited barks slowly fade to the back of your mind as everything Bucky begins to take over your senses. His nose is cold when it brushes against yours, having spent the better part of an hour outside already. The few strands of hair that frame his face tickles your cheeks. His tongue moves forward, swiping against your lower lip, and you have to fight the loud moan that wants to break free. Sampson may be distracted as of this moment, but he’s been growing less and less fond of your and Bucky’s public displays of affection. To draw his attention, would mean the kiss would have to end, and you weren’t quite ready for that.
However, apparently Sampson wasn’t the only one distracted. Bucky’s cybernetic arm is wrapped securely around your waist, holding your body firmly to his. With the intensity of his kiss filling your senses, you don’t notice the way his other hand is reaching for a leaf, settled on the railing just next to you.
The crunch of the dried leaf in his palm has barely registered in your ears before he’s pressing the palm of his hand to your hair and begins rubbing the fragments in, creating a tangled mess in seconds.
You jerk out of his hold, eyes wide in shock. “Bucky!” Reaching a hand back, you can feel the pieces of dried leaf sticking to your strands.
He bursts into laughter.
Narrowing your gaze into a glare, you react quickly and without thought. You swipe your hand over the rail, grabbing a generous amount of leaves. You crunch them into a fist and dart forward, promptly shoving your hand down the front of Bucky’s jeans and releasing them.
“Holy-” Bucky’s laughter cuts off immediately as he jumps around slightly in an attempt to ease the scratchiness of the leaves in his pants.
Your mouth goes slack, and hand eventually coming up to cover it as you look at your husband in shock. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I just did that!” you exclaim, your mind finally catching up with your actions.
His eyes darken dangerously as he stills. “Oh, you better run, sweetheart.”
You don’t have to be told twice. You scurry down the steps, glancing over your shoulder, you watch him easily vault over the rail. A startled shriek escapes you and you try to move faster. You know that you’re not really a match for him, but you try to get away anyways.
You’ve barely made it to the tree when suddenly Sarge is bounding excitedly at your feet. You yelp in surprise, trying to slow down or figure out how to step around him. “Oof!” you huff feeling Bucky’s arm hook around your waist, before the world tilts and you both go down.
Bucky turns to take the brunt of the fall, before rolling over and pinning your body beneath his. “Now, that really hadn’t been very nice, my dear wife. I think some payback is in order,” he grins sinisterly.
“You started it!” you protest, struggling to get out from beneath him.
He releases a low chuckle. “Yeah, and I’ll finish it too.”
You release an odd combination of laughter and screams as you try and fail to stop Bucky’s onslaught. He scoops handfuls of leaves, crunching them in his fists and sprinkling them all over you. In retaliation, you try to scoop handfuls of your own leaves and shove them anywhere you can; down his shirt, even more down his pants, smashing them into his hair, too.
“Dog pile!” you both hear the shout moments before getting body slammed by your son.
You and Bucky laugh, forgetting your war with each other as your hands move to shield your faces from Sarge’s tongue, who is more than happy to make his presence known to anyone within licking distance. The four of you tussle on the ground together, throwing leaves at each other while laughter fills the air.
A truce is soon formed as you all grow breathless, permanent smiles painted across your faces.
“Mom, can we have hot cocoa, now?” Sampson asks, from where he’s laid out on his back, chest heaving for breath.
You laugh between your pants, “Sure, baby. But wipe all the leaves off Sarge, before you go in. I don’t want that tracked all over the house.”
“Okay,” he agrees, slowly moving himself to his feet. “Come on, Sarge.”
Sitting up, you watch him leave until the sliding door is shut behind him. You then turn to Bucky. He’s laid out next to you, his arms tucked back behind his head. “What?” you ask with a smile when you see him gazing up at you.
“Nothin,” he responds with a slight shake of his head, a smile curling at his own lips.
“I’m sorry I shoved leaves down your pants,” you tell him.
He chuckles, moving to sit up as well. “No, you’re not.” Your cheeky grin is all the confirmation he needs. He releases another sigh when he looks around at the state of the yard. “Do I really have to clean all this up again?”
“Tomorrow,” you tell him. “And Sampson will help. I said he could play in the leaves today if he promised to help you clean them tomorrow.”
“Can I just make him do it all?” Bucky asks, smiling innocently.
You laugh and shake your head. “No, Bucky.”
He pouts before moving to stand. “Okay, I need to get out of these damn pants before I die from itchiness.” He walks hurriedly, if a little awkwardly, back to the house.
You laugh freely and soon follow. You know it’s going to be a nightmare to get all the leaf fragments out of your hair, but you’re too happy right now to care.
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Word count: 1758 words.
Prompt: Corn Maze -- Steve x Reader
Warning(s): Curse words. Some haunted-elements in there. Fluff (or atleast my attempt on it). Suggestive themes?? Protective Steve?? idk
A/N: Hopefully you like the description I used here. I’ve never gone to a corn maze (let alone a haunted one) so I hope I did this justice. Written for @promarvelfangirl and her writing challenge. Thank you so much for letting me participate! And congratulations on your 2k!
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Ah.
‘Tis the season to be scared out of your wits.
You suppressed a groan as you eyed your surroundings, the darkness was not helping you find your way out of the maze you were currently in. The field had already puffed out an obscene amount of heavy fog moments before, obscuring your feet and the ground beneath it (as if you needed more obstacles to prevent you from actually finding your way out).
I should have not done this you thought to yourself, cursing a certain friend in particular.
James. Fucking. Barnes.
“Not scared are you, (y/l/n)?” he asks, that smirk ever so present on his stupid face when he sees you hesitating. You turn to face him, crossing your arms against your chest.
“Do I look like a coward?” you retort.
Spending the rest of the day out was not part of the plan. In fact, none of you were supposed to get out of the confines of the library, heads between pages of books and notes instead of peeking through the tall stalks of corn. Sure it was stressful and (definitely) uneventful, but it was far better than being separated from your friends after a nasty encounter with a ghoul who was adamant to eat you instead of the rest of your friends.
Even though you would never admit this aloud but now that you were alone in the dark with actors and actresses dressed in disturbingly realistic costumes, you were terrified. Panic had slowly crept its way to you as you realized that you hadn’t memorized the map of the maze before crawling into it because why should you? You’d seen Steve look over it as you talked with Wanda and Clint, believing you were going to be with them the whole time.
You walked cautiously, left hand brushing the stalks with the hope that you could find your way out. It was far too quiet for your liking, the only sound accompanying your footsteps were the hissings of crickets and the loud thumping of your heart in your ear. It was deeply unsettling, reminding you just how alone you were that even the shuffling of your fingers against the harsh stalks made the hairs on your neck stand.
A rustling noise made you stop dead in your tracks. Straight ahead you could see something moving in the dark, followed by a soft rumbling of a tractor. You let out a sigh of relief. Maybe it was help? They did say there’s people in the maze who’ll help you should you get lost you thought to yourself as you inched closer to the source.
But it was far from help.
When a terrifying blood-curdling scream ripped the quiet air around Steve, he knew immediately who it was.
“That’s most definitely (y/n)” Wanda said, looking up at Steve with trepidation.
“We have got to find her soon” Natasha piped in, huddling with them both. “How we even got into this mess is beyond me” she continued, eyebrows furrowed.
“She can’t be that far away from us if we can hear her” Steve says reassuringly, looking up ahead and straight, as if calculating. “I think if we follow the curve and walk right ahead, there’s gonna be an intersection” he explains before turning his attention to the back. “Where’s the rest?” he asks, looking at an empty space instead of finding his friends where they should be.
Natasha rolled her eyes with clear annoyance. “Bucky being Bucky. The others should be here soon” she recounts before trudging her way, leading the three of them in the narrow pathway, mumbling to herself in the process (no doubt spitting curses to a certain someone).
As predicted, Steve was right. Standing in front two pathways was Steve, Wanda and Natasha. The others joined moments later, coming out of the corner with dirt and hay staining his jacket was Bucky, followed by Sam, Clint and Pietro.
“I’ve never seen Pietro run that fast in his life” Clint says, a playful smirk on his lips as he eyed the Silver-haired champion runner as he walked over to his sister, his face sulking.
Sam let out a chuckle before saying “He ran straight into the stalks when he heard the scream. Bucky couldn’t stop laughing”
“That scream belonged to (y/n)” Wanda said.
“Which is why we gotta find her. If we take the left one, she should be there” Steve explained, his foot already taking a step forward when Bucky moves to walk beside him.
“Gotta save your girl first, right?” he teases.
“Shut up” he retorts with a fond smile.
Clutching your chest, your fear churned into complete anger. Standing on a mini tractor, with a machete was none other than the Biggest Jerk you’ve ever had the disgrace to meet; Brock Rumlow.
“Were you trying to kill me?” you shrieked, the anger ebbing away from your shoulders. He simply let out a deep chuckle, placing the machete down before jumping from the tractor, the crunch of his heavy boots booming in the quietness.
“I’m paid to scare people, hun” he replied sickeningly sweet, taking a closer step towards you than necessary. You moved backwards, not liking the way he was looking at you in the dark.
It was a known fact that Rumlow and your friends do not get along. All you knew was that he’d done some cruel things to Bucky when they were in High School, and their rivalry was still present all the way to college. He looked around you before stating “I’m surprised your boyfriend and his lil gang isn’t here”.
The tone he used was mocking, making you hyper-aware of how foreboding the situation seemed. Even without the machete in his hands, the way he was standing looked as if he was a vulture circling its prey. Your brain (unnecessarily) began to spit out grim scenarios after another, recalling the times your International Studies class-mate named Matt have told you the many rumors about Brock, a majority of it involving his ‘nightly activities’ and as you eyed the scars that blemished his skin, you could only imagine how many of them were true.
“You here alone?” he asks with another step forward just as you felt a prickle around your back, indicating that you’ve hit the end. You open your mouth to answer back, only to be cut off.
“She isn’t” Steve declares. Brock slowly moves to face him, giving you the perfect view to see an incensed Steve Rogers; his intense and hostile glare towards Brock was clear to you, his massive figure almost looming over Brock as Steve stands taller than you’ve seen. You’d never witness this side of Steve before, so inimical and cold towards an enemy.
“Was he bothering you, (y/n)?”
“We were just having a conversation”
“He wasn’t asking you, Rumlow” Bucky spits heatedly, emerging from Steve as he steps forward to stand in front of Brock. Seeing the opening, you walk over to Steve. At the back of your head you could sense Brock’s eyes following your trail, and with the way Steve was clenching his fist seemed to confirm your suspicion.
Steve was absolutely livid when he saw Brock cornering you, but what ticked him off the most was how he was eyeing you as if you were a treat right in front of him. When he felt your arm delicately wrapped around his waist, he physically relaxed, releasing a sigh he didn’t realize was tightening his chest before easing his arm around your shoulder, his previously jutted chin now lowering so he could focus on you instead.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, any trace of impassiveness now gone as his eyes look down at you tenderly. You give him a small smile with the hopes it’ll hide your sheer terror of what might’ve happened if they haven’t found you.
“With you? Always” you say cheesily, succeeding in calming him down when you saw his furrowed brows slowly cease to be, the corners of his eyes previously lined with concerned now replaced with a playfulness. He didn’t even have to say it, but you knew exactly what he was thinking.
Apparently so did the others behind you, who were in close proximity enough to hear you say that to him.
“God, you’re just as lame as he is”
“It’s no wonder you two go well together”
You could only hide in embarrassment, bringing your free palm over your heated cheeks. In an effort to comfort you, Steve’s thumb ran in circular motion where his hand lay at your shoulder. Even with his simple touch, it provoked you to sneak your body closer to him.
“Can we go back now? My assignments aren’t gonna finish itself” chimed Pietro, nodding his head to the direction they came from. Steve tore his gaze away from you, changing his attention to his best friend now.
Bucky was still standing in front of Brock, back straight and hardened. There was a twinkle of satisfaction in Brock’s eyes, evoking further Bucky’s anger.
“It’s not worth it, Buck” Steve says, trying to put some sense of self-control into Bucky, knowing full well how he is when anger is clouding his judgements. Clenching his jaw but never breaking eye contact with the man he absolutely despises, Bucky slowly retreats, and eventually walks side by side next to you guys.
“You owe me ten, by the way” Bucky says suddenly. You cock a confused eyebrow his way. He merely pointed at Clint before giving a playful smirk.
“Ah, shit” Clint curses, shoving his hand in his jacket before pulling out a crumpled ten-dollar note and handing it over to Bucky’s open palm.
Confused, you look over Steve for an explanation.
“They had a bet” he begins sheepishly, then continues “to see if either one of them could scare you”. Indignantly you shout a “hey!” towards your friends.
“If it helps, Bucky paid that ghoul to scare you!” Clint confesses.
“YOU WHAT?!” you screeched, untangling yourself from the warmth of your boyfriend so you could walk over to Bucky. Now it was your turn to be angry as you repeatedly flail your hands on Bucky’s form, all the while blaspheming words of condemnation.
“Steve! Get your crazy girlfriend off of me!” Bucky begs as you continued.
Steve let out a hearty laugh, before shaking his head. “Can’t help you there” he simply said to his best friend, mentally taking a picture of the moment so he could treasure in the future, content with how this trip ended.
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The Weekend Getaway
Bucky Barnes x Reader
A/N: This is for @promarvelfangirl’s 2k follower writing challenge. Congrats on 2k followers!
Bucky and reader have a long and established relationship at this point.
Prompt: Stargazing
Summary: It was supposed to be your weekend getaway with Bucky, but things don’t seem to go your way when you get lost in the woods. That is, until the stars seem to align in your favor.
Word Count: ~1,900 (Apparently, it’s impossible for me to write anything under 1,000 words)
Warnings: Fluff. (Actually, this is my first attempt at real fluff so bear with me.)
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“Make sure you have a light jacket with you, Doll,” Bucky calls out to me from the bathroom as I’m putting the last of my camping gear into my backpack.
“I already have one on,” I reply, zipping up my backpack and heading towards the door. “And now I’m all packed and ready to go,” I smile at Bucky as he makes his way out the bathroom.
“Great,” he smiles at me while slinging his backpacking pack onto his back. “You ready for our weekend getaway?” he asks as he slings his arm around my shoulder and leading me out the door, towards the common room.
“Of course! I’ve been looking forward to this all month. A whole two days away from the team after months on the field with them, what more could I ask for?” I say, giving Bucky’s waist a quick squeeze.
As we get to the common room I see Sam and Steve sitting on the couch, their attention on the TV in front of them. Steve notices us first and gives us a wide grin, “You guys headed to that camping trip?”
“Oh, yeah. I forgot you guys were doing that. I can’t believe you didn’t invite me Y/N,” Sam accuses me, a small grin forming on his face.
“Well, I didn’t want you to break a nail or something. Who knows how you’d handle that,” you sass at him.
“That’s true. Got to keep these perfect nails of mine in pristine condition. Can’t do any of that outdoors stuff,” Sam replies while bringing up his nails to his face to inspect them, keeping the act up.
“Well, it’s a good thing you’re staying at the compound with me for a movie marathon then,” Steve says, nudging Sam in the side. Steve then turns his attention towards us, “You kids have fun.”
“Oh, we will,” Bucky says, waggling his eyebrows.
I let out a laugh, bumping Bucky with my shoulder, “We’ll have to see about that. But anyway, we’re going to head out now,” I say with a wave, heading towards the garage now.
“Be safe,” Steve bids.
“Bring me back a souvenir,” Sam adds.
“We’ll bring you an acorn,” I reply over my shoulder.
“Finally!” I exclaim, jumping out of the car and stretching my arms out towards the sky.
We finally made it to the gravel parking lot of the campsite we were planning on staying at. There’s only a few cars here, so I’m expecting us to have a relatively quiet getaway.
“It was only a two-hour drive,” Bucky chuckles, opening the trunk of the SUV we drove here.
“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” I say with a shrug.
We both get our backpacks onto our backs. I go to grab the tent but Bucky beats me to it.
“I’ll get that, Doll. This is supposed to be your vacation,” Bucky says, leaning over to give my temple a peck.
“This is why I love you,” I tell him, letting out a content sigh.
Bucky lets out a laugh and closes the trunk of the car. “If this is what has you swooning, I would have done it five years ago,” he says. “You ready?” he continues to asks.
“Since last week,” I holler as we make our way towards the discrete trail that leads to the campsite.
“Bucky, just admit it. We’re lost,” I sigh out, sweat beading on my forehead despite the cool breeze in the air.
“No, this is just a little detour. Don’t worry about it too much, Doll,” Bucky replies with a nervous chuckle.
“I don’t even see the trail anymore,” I try to reason with him.
“It’s because the campsite’s in a hidden location,” Bucky tries to explain.
I give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe it is a little further down and I’m just being whiny.
Bucky suddenly comes to a halt, holding his arm in front of me to stop me as well, “Wait, do you hear that?” he questions.
I stop for a second and listen closely. There’s a faint sound of water hitting a shore in the distance. “It sounds like water,” I say, a small smile forming on my face.
“I told you I knew where I was going,” Bucky hoots out while making a sudden turn towards the sound of the water.
We walk for another 30 minutes before we see the shore of a lake. It doesn’t seem to be the campsite we were planning on staying at because there’s no one else around, but it looks like this is where we’ll be camping anyway.
It’s not that large of a lake so we can see all sides of it. The forest we just walked through surrounds the crystal clear, blue lake. There’s a yard or two of sandy shore before it turns into a grassy field that disappears into the trees behind us.
“This is perfect,” I say with a content sigh.
“It is,” Bucky replies, walking towards the sandy shore. “Let’s set up camp here,” he continues, pointing out a spot in the middle of the field, not too far from the sandy shore.
I agree and set my things down so I can help Bucky set up the tent.
“Okay, let’s do this thing,” I say with a loud clap of my hands.
“We did it!” I exclaim as I stand back to look at our work.
The tent is now standing and we have a fire pit with a crackling fire not too far from it. I took the initiative and set up a picnic blanket in between the tent and fire so we’d be able to use it at anytime.
“That we did, Doll. That we did,” Bucky says slowly, stepping closer to me and bringing his left arm around my waist, giving me a squeeze. I follow his lead and bring my arm around his waist.
“It just took us, you know, a good two and a half hours,” I say with a laugh, crinkling my nose and looking up at Bucky.
Bucky looks down at me with a laugh, “You’d think us Avengers would know how to set up a tent quicker.”
We both get a good laugh before we turn back to look at our handy work.
“It looks like we finished just in time, Doll,” Bucky says, pointing out the setting sun.
“It’s beautiful,” I breath.
And it is. The setting sun turns the sky into the perfect hue of pinks, blues, oranges, and purples. All the while, the sun is in the perfect position to halo the trees in front of us, creating a silhouette. Everything’s reflected onto the clear water in front of us while the water gently laps at the shore. It feels truly peaceful out here.
Bucky suddenly takes my hand and gently tugs me towards the picnic blanket that’s set between the tent and fire pit. We sit down for a minute just to appreciate the quite nature around us. Living in the Avengers compound doesn’t allow for much time like this.
We sit there in silence, just appreciating each other’s presence. We sit like that until the sun fully makes its way over the horizon. Once the color’s gone from the sky, Bucky lays back on the blanket. I shuffle myself closer to him before laying down next to him, resting my head onto his shoulder.
“Wow,” Bucky gasps out.
“We found the perfect campsite, hidden away from the rest of the world. We got our perfect sunset and now we have this breathtakingly beautiful starry sky,” I quietly say, fully appreciating the view above us.
It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen. The sky’s crystal clear, not a cloud in sight, so we’re able to see the billions and billions of stars that are twinkling in the night sky, flickering in and out, light years away. The full moon casts the perfect light onto us, illuminating the night sky.
Just as I’m about to look over at Bucky, I see a shooting star soar across the sky. I let out a gasp, this being the first time I’ve actually seen one.
“Make a wish, Doll,” Bucky whispers, tightening his arm around me to bring me even closer to him.
And I do. I close my eye, make a wish, and gently open my eyes again. I look over at Bucky. He has his eyes open and he’s still looking up at the stars. If I look close enough, I can see the reflection of the stars and moon in his eyes. “What did you wish for,” I ask quietly.
“You first,” he asks, turning his head so he can see me.
“I wished for you,” I say sincerely, turning my body so I’m fully facing him.
A small smile forms on his face and a look of adoration fills his eyes.
“Now tell me, what you wished for?” I continue to ask.
Bucky repositions himself so he’s facing me, his head propped onto his left hand and his right hand cupping my cheek, making gentle circles with his thumb, “I wished for you, too. I wished I’d get to see that twinkle in your eyes every time you watch your favorite show. I wished I’d get to see that smile you smile, with the little crinkle in your nose, every morning when I wake up. I wished that you’d be mine as long as there are stars in the night sky,” he confesses. He slowly sits up and brings me up with him so that we’re both sitting, facing each other. “I was going to wait to do this later. I had this whole thing planned out, but I think this works out better,” he continues softly. He shuffles around, digging around in his pocket before bringing up his fisted hand.
I look up at him confused.
“I want you to be mine,” Bucky says again, flipping his hand over and uncurling his fingers so I can see what he held in his hand. And right there in the middle of his palm is a simple diamond ring.
My eyes widen, tears already forming in my eyes, “Bucky,” I breath out.
“What do you say, Doll. Be mine? For as long as the star’s shine in the night sky?” he asks.
I’m speechless, but I’m able to get out a quiet, “Yes,” before I jump towards him, throwing my arms around his neck and tucking my face into the side of his neck.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I quietly chant.
I can feel him chuckle, “Let me put this ring on you, Y/N,” he says, gently pushing me away from him so he can reach my hand.
I nod, bringing my left hand in between us. Bucky brings the ring to my hand and slips it onto my ring finger. It looks even better now that I see it like this, sitting on my finger, looking so delicate.
Bucky brings his his right hand to my cheek again before bringing his lips to mine, gently kissing me. I close my eyes, wanting to be in this moment as much as possible. It seems like forever before we pull away from each other. But when we do, we’re both smiling like lunatics, high on this moment between us.
“I love you,” I declare.
“Not as much as I love you,” he replies.
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“Season of Change”
Summary: As the season changes means a time of renewal for Bucky. As the leaves turned colors, rejuvenated his mind, body and spirit, by working out, sitting outside in silence thanking whatever god it is for his wonderful life, and spending more time with his wife and daughter.
Pairing:Daddy! Bucky Barnes x Samiyah Barnes (character of color), and Josslyn Natalia Barnes.
OFC: Sam, Thor, Steve, Tony, Clint, Laura, Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel.
Word Count: 1,318
A/N: @promarvelfangirl congratulations on your milestone; 2K followers. You deserve those and many more. I hope you’re pleased.
My prompt: falling leaves
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Autumn ushered in falling leaves and their color change from green to vibrant reds, yellows, and orange.
Bucky loved this time of year because he said it was a time of rebirth, including himself. He worked hard to be the best husband and father to Samiyah and Joss.
Josslyn Natalia Barnes loved leaves also. Bucky always raked a few into a small pile just for her.
Bucky would stand back and watch as his “cupcake” ran on her small legs, jump into the pile and laugh.
He lived for carefree moments like this; he deserved carefree moments like this!
Joss stood on a padded wrap around bench attached to the wall of the sunroom window, pressed her tiny face to the glass, smiling at her daddy in the yard. Her curly black hair bounced as she waved and laughed.
Taking a water break and wiping his sweaty face, Bucky lifted his head to see his baby girl smiling; her noticeable deep dimples and little teeth on display. Acknowledging her presence, Bucky blew her a kiss.
In return, Joss kissed her chubby hand and laid it on the window. It was the cutest gesture; her version of blowing a kiss back to her daddy.
She longed to go outside and play in her pile of leaves.
Testing her stealth skills, Joss tip-toe to her mommy’s office. She couldn’t contain her giggling.
Pretending not to see her, Samiyah smiled at Joss’ effort to be quiet.
“I wonder who’s in the hall?”
“Moooommy, I go outshide and pway in the leebs pwease?.”
“Sweetheart, when daddy’s finished raking, I’m sure he’ll have your small pile, but it’s nap time okay?”
Pouting and dragging her Black Widow bear, Joss trudged into her room and climbed onto her big girl bed.
Bucky quietly entered Samiyah’s offce wrapping his massive arms around her.
“Shit Bucky, you scared me!” She turned around, giving him a chaste kiss.
“Hey where’s Cupcake? Down for her nap?” Bucky opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.
“Yes. She really wants to play in the leaves.”
“I’ll go see if she’s asleep.”
Walking down the hall, Bucky noticed Joss with her back to the door. She felt her daddy’s presence and flipped over on her back smiling..
“Daaaaddy. I go sheep now.”
“Yes baby. After you take a nap, we’ll go outside. Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel are coming over later.”.
Sitting up on her bed, Joss could hardly contain her excited.
“Coopew, Yiya and Nade? Yayyyyyyyyy. Okay, I go sheep now. I wuv you daddy.”
“I love you to baby girl.”
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Samiyah came from their bedroom wearing only a silk bathrobe. Her eye lust blown, beckoning for Bucky.
“Hey Sarge. I think you need a shower.” She dropped the robe, her naked body on display.
Closing the door gently, Bucky almost fell trying to taking his clothes off. “Damn woman, you’re some kinda breathtaking.”
Bucky carried Samiyah bridal style into the bathroom, sitting the monitor on the sink. They wanted to hear if Joss woke up.
The monitor was shut off on their end, just in case the noise level rose.
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Meanwhile, Steve, Tony and Nat wanted to have a bar-b-que. Samiyah offered their back yard. There were apple, pear and peach trees on the side of the yard. Their screened double decks furnished with chaise lounge chairs, 3 tables, Joss’ purple table and chairs sat in the corner. A 42 inch flat screen tv hung in the corner, welcomed all who came over to visit. Bucky made sure his wife and daughter were happy!
At 4:00 p.m., the caterers arrived setting up the scrumptious feast. Ribs, chicken, hot dogs, sausage, potato salad, baked beans, and deviled eggs. A vast array of dessert; strawberry and chocolate cheesecake, apple and blueberry pies, and chocolate chip cookies for the kids.
To say it was a huge spread wouldn’t do it justice.
Bucky heard Steve’s voice on the intercom. He opened the wrought iron gate and shook his head at the sleek black limo coming up the winding driveway.
Although Hydra was all but eradicated, Bucky didn’t take any chances. The security system Tony had installed surpassed the U.S. MInts system.
One by one, everyone got out and greeted Bucky. They don’t see each other as often as they used to, so Tony commandeered the Barnes’ house for a soiree.
Grabbing a few beers, Clint passed one to Sam and Tony. Steve and Bucky sipped on some of Thor’s Asgardian mead. Nat and Wanda enjoyed a glass of red wine.
Wanda looked around for Samiyah and Joss. “Where’s Miyah and my favorite 3 year old?”
“Miyah’s dressing Joss. She should be out soon,” Bucky replied.
Excited to see her aunts and uncles, Joss ran out of the door into Nat’s outstretched arms.
“Hey sugar plum. how are you?” Wanda kissed her chubby cheek too.
“I pine Te Nat, Te Ando. I wuv you.” Joss kissed Nat’s jaw, leaving wetness.
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Samiyah sipped on a glass of iced tea. Wanda and Nat thought that was strange; she loved Moscato.
Joining Laura, Nat and Wanda, Samiyah loved catching up in the latest gossip
“Why aren’t you drinking?,” Nat inquired.
Sipping on her tea, Samiyah shrugged, “No reason. Just wanted something different.”
“Mhmm.” Laura folded her arms over her chest.
“Myah, are you pregnant?” Wanda could hardly contain her happiness.
Placing a hand over Wanda’s mouth, Samiyah mouthed ‘yes’.
Nat almost gave it away when she laughed and clapped.
“Chill out Nat. Bucky doesn’t know yet.”
Zipping her mouth and throwing away the key, Nat agreed to keep quiet.
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Cooper, Lila, Nathaniel and Joss had fun throwing the crunchy leaves in the air, trying to catch one as they fell.
“Wookie daddy. We pway in leebes.” Joss did get the play in the leaves with the Barton kids.
Bucky beamed watching his daughter playing and laughing. Sometimes he’d pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.
Steve pulled him out of his daze. “Hey pal, I’m proud of ‘ya. Finally got your happily ever after.”
Catching a tear before it fell from his eye, Bucky could only nod; he was overcome with joy.
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Dinner was served. Bucky, Steve and Thor piled their plates high.
“Damn did y’all leave any food for us?”
“Shut up bird boy, there’s plenty.” Bucky waved his fork in Sam’s face.
The men sat near the pool, chewing, giving Thor a crash course on football.
Bucky excused him from the group. Grabbing Samiyah’s hand, they walked towards the kitchen.
“Sweetheart what’s wrong??” Steve got up to follow and Tony told him to let Samiyah handle it.
“Sorry doll, m’just happy is all. Didn’t mean to scare ‘ya.”
Standing on her toes, Samiyah kissed him deeply.
“Mr. Barnes, this is all real. Joss and I love you with all our heart. And I’m sure our son or daughter will love you just as much.”
Y-y-you’re pregnant??” Awestruck, Bucky’s eyes almost bulged out of his head.
Shaking her head, Samiyah confirmed, “Yes James. I’m 4 weeks. I know we haven’t ta-”
Before she could finish her sentence, Samiyah was hoisted in the air.
“HEY I’M GONNA BE A DAD AGAIN!!”
A rousing chorus of congratulations and applause greeted Bucky and Samiyah.
Bucky got bent down, talking to his future son or daughter.
“Hey in there. This is your daddy. I can’t wait to meet ‘ya. Your big sister’s gonna be so excited. I love ya so much.”
For James Buchanan Barnes, this was definitely a season of change. As he marvelled at Samiyah, Joss, and his unborn son or daughter.
No, he wasn’t dreaming; they were his happily ever after.
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Pumpkin Patch - BuckyxReader
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Literally just fluff
Prompt: Pumpkin Patch
For @promarvelfangirl‘s 2k follower celebration - I’m hella proud to be one of that huge number! Sorry if it isn’t the best - I’m more of a roleplayer than a fic writer but I love Barnes so much I thought I’d give it a go!
Pumpkins. James Barnes had never been a huge fan of the fruit, all of the frivolity surrounding it with their pumpkin cakes and coffees seemed over the top, and her never much cared for it – that was until Y/N had stepped into his life last year. To say she’d been obsessed pumpkins was an understatement – which was just about how they’d ended up at the local pumpkin patch.
“It’ll be fun Buck!” Those were Y/N’s words when they was attempting to convince him that it would be a good idea to go and pick out a huge pumpkin for the tower. Apparently Steve had said it would make the place look better, but Bucky had a good feeling it was simply a chance to get them both out of the tower and having some fun, especially after the events of the Sokovia Accords.
“Calm down doll - there’ll still be there when we get there.” Came Bucky’s teasing voice, as Y/N tugged at his flesh covered right hand. His left hand was gloved as always, luckily a much less conspicuous action in autumn, when the cold was just starting to bite.
“But what is all of the huge ones are taken? Itll be brilliant to see the look on Stark face when we bring home one he cant get through the door of the tower!” Came the giggling tone of Y/N’s voice, full of happiness and a carefree attitude he hadn’t seen in a while, and a smile they bore only when at their most happy. He followed them dutifully into the field of oversized Squash, some orange, some a riper red, others had streaks of yellows and oranges and weren’t yet fully ripe – they would be harder to carve, Bucky noted.
It wasn’t long before they’d found a fairly large pumpkin that wasn’t reserved, and the excitement in Y/N’s tone told James everything he needed to know, not that he could take his eyes off of you for a second that was. The way they walked with excitement in their step and a curious nature, looking everywhere around and even darting off at points , much like a young child in the throws of a celebration, and he found it exceptionally cute. He soon caught up with them, and slipped his hand into theirs once more, fingers entwined and a fond expression on his face, almost dreamlike as he glanced at Y/N’s face. He loved looking at you when you were focused. Bright eyed and interested, your little hand gestured and facial movements – he picked everything up. So much so that he hardly listened to a word you were saying, that was, until you pecked his cheek and bought him straight back into the moment.
“So, what do you think?” Y/N asked softly, smiling brightly at your boyfriend and taking his other, gloved hand gently, smiling widely.
“Are you really sure this is the one you want Doll? I mean, we can hardly fit that in the car!” He teased softly, but he knew he’d find a way – he might even get Stark to get a jet down here to take it back up to the tower for them.
They just chuckled and nodded softly, making note of the pumpkins number so you could alert the seller. You were about to step away when Y/N felt Bucky rap his arms around their waist, and they stepped closer, smiling at the sudden affection. He hadn’t really been one for PDA, didn’t want people seeing his softer side, but around Y/N? He was more than happy to show the world they were his.
“You know I love you, right?” He mumbled softly, cupping your cheek with one hand, and smiling gently. You tucked some of his hair behind his ear and smiled in agreement.
“Of course I do Buck.” You murmured in agreement, and planted a soft kiss on his delicate lips. There was no one you loved more in this world than Bucky, and you were never afraid to show that, and never would be.
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Bonfire
Ok so this is my first thing of writing I've done in a very long time and it’s for @promarvelfangirl with her follower celebration thing. Also go follow her. She’s amazing. Anyways enjoy some Bucky fluff!!
Bucky x Reader
Fall weather had finally reached the farmhouse where you grew up in North Carolina. Bringing in the crisp morning air, crunchy leaves, and warm apple cider with it. You hadn’t been back home in years, focusing more on helping Steve and Bucky get their bearings after the fight that had pursued due to the Accords.
So, when your mother told you that she and your dad would be visiting family in Ireland for a few weeks, you immediately took those stockpiled vacation days and put them to good use. Packing up and flying back over after spending some more time in Wakanda, you were excited to not only have a well-deserved vacation, you were excited to have the entire property to yourself.
More than 300 acres with fields littered by logs, table jumps, and ponds from your younger days of a successful eventer. Even though representing your country as part of the United States Equestrian Team had once filled you with happiness, you wanted to do more for the world than to bop around fields at flying speeds on horses. You wanted to be an avenger and though you weren’t as skilled as Nat in spying, or as strong as Steve for obvious reasons, you were better at mechanical engineering than almost the entire team. Except for Tony.
And when Nat found out you had returned stateside, while not mentioning it to her, it didn’t take much to convince everyone else to go down and surprise you. So, when you woke up one morning to incessant banging of the front door, to say you were shocked at the entire Avengers team at your doorstep was a gross understatement. But after getting everyone settled in some spare rooms and a brief scolding for not telling anyone you were in the states, you called for a bonfire to celebrate.
“Before someone asks about the stupid ass massive hole in the back, it’s not for burying bodies, Tony. We use that hole for bonfires.”
“Why did you assume I’d ask if it was for bodies?”
Giving Tony a hard glare only to receive a smirk, you ignore the man and continue you raid in the kitchen; making sure you actually have all the essentials for a dope ass bonfire when you feel the ever so quiet presence of one Bucky Barnes.
“So, Y/N, why didn’t you tell us you were coming here? Also, where is here?” Every attempt to ignore the explosion of butterflies in your stomach, you turn to the man that made in your insides jelly and your brain mush with just a single look.
“I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t think it would matter? I mean everyone needs some alone time James. Even Avengers. And ‘here’ is my home dumbass. I’m not setting up in some random house.” A small laugh escapes your lips when you hand the man the biggest bag of marshmallows he’s ever seen.
“Is that the reason, or is it so you can avoid your crush on me?” Without even turning to look at him, you can feel the smirk he’s giving you, knowing that he’s got your face red as Nat’s hair.
“Who says I was avoiding that crush? Maybe I was taking some time to plan how I’d have my way with you.” Turning back briefly, you catch a glimpse of Bucky’s surprised reaction to your words, not expecting something like that to come out of our mouth.
Not giving him any more time to dwell on it, you tell Steve to grab some blankets from the closet and Clint some chairs from the garage.
“Ok guys, there’s only 2 rules. Number 1, under no circumstances are there to be any marshmallows thrown into the pit, and number 2, under no circumstances, is anyone, to take a Christmas tree into the pit and run through it.”
“What in the hell is with that second rule?” Steve, Clint, and Wanda question all at once.
“To answer that question guys, in my younger days one of my besties had a bonfire at his house for New Years. They had their Christmas tree and being the idiotic boys they were, threw it into the pit and jumped over the thing. For a solid half hour. So, if I catch anyone doing that, Bucky, Sam, you get evicted and are no longer invited to my house. Got it?”
With some scared nods from the boys, you finally set up the pit, hoping for a great fire with some great people around.
Three hours, four bags of marshmallows, and many songs later, you’re enjoying the best bonfire you’ve had in a long time. Wrapped up in your favorite childhood blanket in a crappy old and retired baseball tournament chair you used during your brothers’ tournaments, Bucky, being the stupidly gorgeous man he is, man bun, metal arm and all, comes over and sits on you. Literally.
“Dude get your fat-ass off of me so I can enjoy this man.” Trying to laugh but slightly wheezing due to the sudden added 200 pounds of gorgeousness.
“Hey no name calling. You can’t name call people you crush on.”
“And why not? I thought it was a form of flattery.” Wrapping your hands around his waist and ignoring the knowing looks you’re getting from the girls.
“Because doll,” leaning in close enough to feel the warmth of his breath in the frigid air, “it’s rude. You’re forgetting to call me babe.”
Saving you from even further blushing, Nat and Wanda complain about it being too cold and the fire not being big enough.
“Ok ‘babe’ gotta let me up so I can help the girls. If you do, I might even make you my famous s’mores.”
“And what’s so special about your s’mores?”
“Let me up and you’ll find out.” Being released you take the girls over to the pile Steve so graciously split for you.
“Before you guys say anything, yes I like Bucky and yes I’m aware he likes me to.”
“Y/N we were only going to ask when you were actually going to do something about it.”
“What Nat said, there’s only so much tension we can stand to watch.”
“Well you girls are in luck.” Ignoring the confused yet hopeful looks they give you, you add more logs to pile and go pick out the ingredients for your ‘famous’ s’mores.
“Look who’s returned. Without her ‘famous’ s’mores might I add.”
“Patience Bucky. Patience.” You reply, sitting gently on his lap, much unlike he did to you.
“Doll I have 70 years of patience under my belt. I think I can be a little impatient.”
Blatantly ignoring him and making the s’more, you turn around in his lap and hand him the s’more when it’s ready, patiently waiting.
“Bucky I’m not hand feeding you, that’s not what makes them famous.” Taking the s’more out of your hand, you wait until he’s finished eating it until you speak next.
“Doll I’d really like to know now why your s’mores are so fam-” Not waiting for him to finish the sentence, you lean down and kiss him. Something you’ve wanted to the moment you saw him the first-time way back in D.C. After a few moments of utter surprise, you Bucky kiss back softly, knowing that he’s enjoying this as much as you are.
“So what makes your s’mores so famous?”
“Really Buck? Really? I don’t go around kissing everyone on the team after they’ve eaten something as messy as a s’more now do I?”
“Well now you can bet all I want for the rest of the night are your ‘famous’ s’mores.”
Blushing even further, you simply kiss him again, effectively shutting him up.
“Don’t look now, but we have an audience.” Bucky whispers softly after breaking the kiss. Laughing lightly and knowing you’re blushing, you hid your smile in his jacket donned shoulder.
“Well then, I guess we’ll just have to give them a show, won’t we?” Smirking back at him you snuggle closer into his chest and kiss him lightly, truly knowing this is the best bonfire you’ve had in a very long time. Surrounded by warmth, friends and food, and the man you’ve always known was good deep down.
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