if anyone out there is waiting for my next chapter of my omegaverse t-swift canon divergence songfic for johnshi, i can assure y'all that i'm not dead 😭
i was just gaming my christmas break away and now that's over, i'm gonna write the fic now LMAO
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i thought i was done but i lied through my teeth i am legally obligated to ask for bucky and "it's brighter now" otherwise my use of that song on 4 different playlists will garner bad juju from the universe probably
35. It's brighter now.
Bucky can hear them whispering before he even makes it to the hallway, something about batter and candles and a…dragon? He may have misheard that last one.
He makes sure step on all the squeaky floorboards as he heads for the kitchen, smiling to himself when he hears Cass loudly shushing AJ. All those years that he spent in the shadows, passing unseen like it was second nature, and now he’s telegraphing every move as clearly as he can. He pauses at the sideboard in the hallway, rifles through the stack of records and puts on a Sam Cooke B-side, lingering until the frantic opening and closing of cabinets has faded.
When he comes around the corner, he finds the boys in front of a bowl of what looks like pancake batter, punnets of blueberries stacked beside them.
“When did you two get here?” he asks. (If the way that Sam snorts into his coffee is any indicator, his fake surprise is less than convincing.)
The boys ignore his question and rush in for hugs instead. It’s a complicated affair, now that Cass is nearly as tall as Bucky and AJ is mid-growth-spurt, but the three of them separate without anyone getting elbowed in the neck, so he’ll call that a win.
“Happy birthday, Uncle Bucky,” says Cass, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “If the pancakes taste weird, it’s AJ’s fault.”
Bucky moves into the kitchen and joins Sam at the island. There’s already a cup of coffee waiting for him, in the ‘cool uncle’ mug that AJ and Cass gave them years ago as a housewarming present.
“It’s a birthday miracle,” Bucky says to Sam. “You didn’t steal my mug!”
“I don’t need to steal it; it’s my mug,” says Sam. “I’m just letting you use it out of the goodness of my heart because it’s your birthday.”
He just shakes his head in response, taking a sip of his coffee and not bothering to hide his smile. Sarah, in response to the inevitable bickering anytime someone brews a pot of coffee at their house, has offered multiple times to just buy them a second mug, but Sam and Bucky always decline. As far as Bucky is concerned, bickering with Sam about it is half the fun.
Beside the stove, the Wilson boys are clearly still arguing over the pancake batter. AJ pulls a face at his brother and tells him he has no imagination. Cass retaliates by flinging a blueberry at him, but it rebounds off the spatula and lands directly on the pancake that AJ just poured into the skillet.
They share a look, eyes wide with delighted disbelief, and Sam gets as far as, “Don’t-” before they’re trying to recreate it, wayward blueberries bouncing all over the kitchen.
One of them sails straight into Bucky’s coffee. He lifts it and takes a sip anyway, straight-faced until Sam snickers beside him and sets them both off.
They’ll snag their own punnet of blueberries in a second, pancakes abandoned in favor of trick shots, but for now, a laughing Sam bumps his shoulder against Bucky’s.
“Happy birthday, Buck.”
Bucky looks from where the boys are goofing off to the mug clutched in his hands to Sam’s grin, bright and warm in a way that sometimes makes Bucky think he’ll never be cold again.
He bumps their shoulders a second time, leaning into Sam for half a moment afterwards.
“Thanks, sweetheart.”
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