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"Risk"

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x rancher's daughter!reader

A/N: i had coffee way too late so here's some late night thoughts, sam and steve show up but i just like excuses to be silly, no warnings? they kiss ig

A/N pt 2: the update: Lol, apologies to everyone who read "Risk" last night and was super confused. Half the fic didn't copy over and the spelling errors were crazy. (Can you tell i'm dyslexic ahaha) My bad all, ive updated it so its right now. x_x

Summary: Cowboy Bucky convinces you to take a risk and live a little. You find out cows are soft and so are Bucky’s lips.

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The sun was not merciful to the western plains. On the BlueStone Ranch, you stood in the shade of the barn as you watched the ranch hands try to tame one of the new horses.

You laugh to yourself as Sam fell off the bucking horse, dust flying up around him.

“You gotta stay on longer than that!” Steve laughed, as he jumped over the fence to help his friend up.

The men began to discuss the wild horse. You wished you could tame horses. You could ride fine, but your father had practically banned you from going near the untamed ones. You understood his concerns about your safety, but you had been kept from doing the “hard” ranch work all your life. You were an adult now, you should be able to do something more than stand around the ranch and look pretty.

Heavy footstep made you turn your head. Bucky Barnes, another ranch hand, made his way from the back of the barn. His dark hair was glued to his temples by beads of sweat. “Ain't it a little hot out here for you, doll?”

You shrugged. It was rather warm. Even in the shade of the barn, you could feel the heat forming sweat on the back of your neck. You had chosen to wear a light skirt and blouse to keep yourself cool, but it did little to help. “It's not much better in the house.”

Bucky gave a laugh, leaning against the wall.

You eyed him “Do you ever think they're gonna figure it out?”

He smiled, watching as Steve helped calm the horse so Sam could get back on. “I'm just glad I work with the cattle instead. They're much nicer.”

Bucky gently touched his right hand to his prosthetic left.

Realizing you was staring at him, you quickly looked away. You wanted desperately to say something, but didn't want him to think you pitied him.

“Aren't cattle dangerous? I've seen some of the roundups you do,” you say finally, trying to break the awkward silence.

“I suppose,” Bucky replied, looking over at you. “But what's the fun in it if there's no risk?”

Meeting his gaze, you saw a glint of playfulness in his blue eyes. You swallow dryly. “I wouldn't exactly be the right person to say.”

Bucky scoffed with a grin. “What? Ya never done a dangerous thing in your life?”

“I think my father would kill me before I could,” you laughed, looking down.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you as Steve cheered on his friend as the horse began to buck again.

“C'mon then,” Bucky stated, taking your hand. He guided you around the barn and toward the grazing pasture. As you left the shade, the sun blazed on every inch of your visible skin. You were glad you had worn a hat.

Bucky hopped on the fence that kept the cattle enclosed on the ranch. Still holding your hand, he nodded for you to join him.

You tried to pull away, looking down at your skirt. “I dont think the fence is going to agree with my choice of dress…”

Bucky shook his head. “You’ll be fine.”

Looking around to make sure no one would see, you slowly grasped the wooden frame and hoisted yourself up. You hadn't sat on a fence since you were a little girl. Bucky jumped down and lifted his hands to help you. You leaned forward and he grabbed your waist, lifting you down.

There was a brief moment where you lingered in his arms. Your heart skipped a beat and you pulled away.

Bucky turned and strode toward one of the cows grazing nearby. He walked around to the front of the beast and gently reached his hand out.

“C'mon!” He called.

Taking a minute, you watched as he stroked the nose of the cow; it's tail waving contently. Walking slowly, you kept your distance.

“She's soft,” Bucky assured. “And she's not gonna run ya over… Unless you plan on spookin’ her.”

Stepping back, Bucky placed a hand on your shoulders and pushed you toward the cow. He took your right arm and stretched it out, his body hot against yours. Your hand met the surprisingly soft hair on the cow's nose. You realized that it was odd, you having lived on a cattle ranch your whole life and having never touched a cow. You turned to look at Bucky, his face surprisingly close.

“And you thought it was dangerous,” you joked.

He smiled. “Sure, doll.”

You looked back at the animal, scratching it gently. Your ears pricked as you heard Bucky inhale deeply. You felt your shoulders tense as his hand on your upper back moved slowly to your waist.

Instinctively, you took a step forward and away from him. “I should probably get inside before daddy realizes I'm out here.”

Bucky straightened up. “You've taken one risk by coming out here… Why not another?”

You eyed him. “I don't know what you mean,” you say. The heat began to ring in your ears.

His blue eyes twinkled. “Yes you do.” His hand reached up, grabbing the hat off your head. Your hair began to frizz and you swipped at him.

“Bucky!”

He lifted it high in the air, well out of your reach. Glaring, you lunged for it. On the very tips of your toes, you fell forward and onto him, your hand still reaching for your hat. “Give it back,” you demanded.

He raised an eyebrow. “Say please.”

Unable to reach higher, you lifted one foot to try and jump with the other. Bucky’s free hand was wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly. You glare ay him. “Please,” you say finally.

Bucky paused. He lowered his hand, you hat still in it, but didn't give it back. Still pressed against him, you hoped he couldn't feel your heart pounding in your chest. The sun was blinding and it was much too warm for two people to be standing so close together.

Bucky stared at you for a long while. “Did you know you have the prettiest eyes either side of the Mississippi?”

If your cheeks hadn't been red from the heat, they most certainly would have darkened by his compliment.

“Why don't you live a little, huh?” He asked smoothly. “Take a risk every now and again. It's healthy.”

Your mouth went dry. “I… You don't know what you're saying.”

“I ain't much of a talker,” he grinned.

He leaned down, pressing his lips gently against yours. The wave of shock ran like a chill through your body. For a moment, you could have sworn you were cold. When he finally pulled away, you could only blink in surprise.

“Y/n!” You heard a voice call from close to the house.

You pulled away from Bucky. His eyes pleaded with you to say something. Looking between him and the direction of the voice of your father, you felt your heart doing somersaults in your chest. You pointed at him. “No one gets to know. Not yet.”

He smiled. “Good enough for me, doll.”

You squared your shoulders and walked away. You were halfway back to the house before you realized…

Bucky still had your hat.

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"Daddy's Money"

Pairings: cowboy!bucky x rancher's daughter!reader

Summary: Bucky notices someone from his past and it's distracting him in church.

AN: Based on the song Daddy's Money by Ricochet, I needed more cowboy Bucky, so here yall go ig. No warnings, just me being a fangirl :)

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Bucky sat in the wooden pew, barely paying attention. The small church was warm and crowded as the small town of Montgomery gathered on a particularly sunny Sunday. Reverend Cole spoke enthusiasticly about whatever passage he was preaching on, but Bucky didn't care.

Up in the choir loft, the robed figure looked like an angel.

It was y/n l/n. She was back in town. Her father, one of the richer ranchers, had made sure she always had the best of everything. She wasn't the type of person to advertise it, but her daddy had money.

Her hair curled around her bright smile. She was twice as pretty as her mama. There was no question as to where she got her good looks from.

Bucky rememberd the last time he had heard her voice. She had made a joke about their mutual friend, Sam Wilson, being more difficult to tame than a wild horse. He remembered almost spitting out his water. Sam, being known for his charm with the ladies, was a hard one to tame. She wasn't just well off and pretty, she was funny too. He remembered her getting into trouble for sneaking out when they were younger. She had never liked to stay in when all her friends were riding out to the lake in the middle of the night. Wild was another word Bucky would use.

Y/n l/n had been away at college for the past six years. Bucky had heard she had visited a few times over breaks and holidays but he had never seen her. She had done a dual program with a bachelor's in history and a masters in agricultural science and administration. Smart too.

He wondered how many of the other young men in the congregation were distracted by her. She had everything. A deadly combination of beauty and brains. He'd seen her fish, she was damn good at it. He'd seen her kiss too, she had been no stranger to the local teen hangouts. She was dynamite. Country through and through.

Bucky’s mind began to wander as he reminisced about y/n. He hadn't seen or spoken to her in years. How was he supposed to now? Her second cousin had been his thrid grade teacher, but that side of the family had moved out of town about a year ago. That was probably no good. He remembered doing her grandmother's lawn a few times back in highschool, but that wasn't much to go off of.

Bucky gave a small smile, remembering how y/n had looked as a high schooler. A little lanky and awkward, sure, it was high school, but she had always been the life of the town. Getting into trouble then turning around and helping out more than anyone at the annual hoedown. He remembered how she had grown much more quiet after her sophomore year. She got into less trouble, but got better at hiding her wild side. He wondered how much she had changed.

She was really gown up now. Grown into herself, that's to say.

And she was gorgeous.

“Let us pray,” Reverend Cole said, snapping Bucky from his daydream.

As everyone bowed their heads, Bucky closed his eyes tightly. *Lord… if you happen to have an extra miracle or two, spare me one. Let me walk down the isle and say “I do” to Y/n l/n. Please…*

“Amen!” Cole boomed, as the congregation followed in suit. The choir began to sing the last hymn before the church was dismissed.

Bucky's mouth moved, but his eyes and mind were fixed only on one thing. The angel in the choir loft. Y/n.

He grinned as her eyes met his, her voice ringing out with the others. It was heavenly. She didn't look away. There was a sparkle in her eyes.

The service ended and Bucky made his way to the far side of the rows where Sam and his family had been sitting.

“Did ya see who's back,” he said lowly.

Sam raised an eyebrow. “L/n? Yeah, I heard she was commin back from her cousin.” Bucky looked over to where y/n stood, greeting a fellow choir member. Sam laughed at his friend. “Looks like she's got her daddy's money and her mama's good looks. Looks like you'll have a challange on your hands with that one.”

Bucky smiled as y/n met his gaze again. He leaned over to Sam, not breaking her eye contact. “Yeah, but look who's lookin at me.”

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WIP blurb

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Here's part of a quick scene I wrote the other day. I'm currently obsessing over my slow-burn cowboys.

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“I cannot stay,” she breathed. “No matter how much I might want to.”

Avery met her gaze. She did want to stay. She did want him. It was his selfishness that blinded him to her predicament. He knew that. He understood she had to go. He knew she was making the right choice. Yet his body ached to feel hers next to it. His soul strained to be close to hers.

“You’re right,” he admitted, not realizing how long of a pause there had been. “Go. Save your family. They need you, Moonshine.”

Though Clio gave him a small smile, her eyes told a much more heartbreaking truth.

“Thank you,” she said. Moving closer to him, she leaned in, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. “Maybe if I survive…” She held her breath for a moment. Avery inhaled her scent for what might be the last time.

She gave a sad smile. “See ya later, cowboy.”

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