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Mary's Song (Oh my my my)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Adopted Sister!Reader

Summary: This fic will follow the lyrics of the song “Mary’s Song” by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 1500+

Warnings: None! A little angst at the end that is unresolved, but since this is just a blip in the character's lives, it will be ok by the beginning of the next chapter.

A/N: Here is some probably necessary information before starting: In this fic, all of our characters are a bit older than in the last one. Timelines and some details may be a bit wonky, but that's ok. I hope you enjoy!

p.s this is not a lyric fic, but instead, a fic that was inspired by the song

Chapter 2:

Sitting on the ground underneath the shade of the biggest tree in your backyard, you are focused on your favorite book, and your brother, Steve, is quietly humming to himself while working on some of his math homework. You can see the tip of his pencil moving around in smooth motions. You look over to the bright paper and see him doodling some pretty flowers on an expanding landscape, and you can imagine them in your mother's garden, the one your father built himself as a gift for your mother's birthday last year.

“That’s very pretty Stevie. You’re so talented, y’know that? I hope you do. One day, I’ll get to see your amazing artwork in a gallery. I just know it,” you ramble out before you even think about it. 

You see the corners of his smile tug upwards. You only wish he knew you really meant it. His skill is beyond his years. His teachers often comment about the doodles left on his classwork, about how he should take some art classes, to further his knowledge and skill. 

You had overheard your mother and father arguing about saving up some extra money, cutting any extra expenses to pay for any costs regarding the proposed extracurricular. Still, it ended up the same every time – Times were getting tougher, money was harder to come by, and panic was starting to settle like dust in the community. Any leftover profits from previous years were going to support your family. The stock market crashed only a few months ago, and you and Steve were none the wiser to how bad it truly had gotten.

“Maybe one day buttercup,” the nickname rolls off his tongue with ease for the commonality of its use, making his words sound sweeter than the undertones. Steve understood that your family was in an unfortunate situation and had grown poorer in the more recent months, noticing smaller dinners on the dining table and less familial outings, but he wouldn’t let that stop him from practicing and utilizing his drawing as a creative outlet. It helped him keep in touch with how he feels.

“Hey, Punk! Buttercup!” Shouting could be heard from the other side of the fence. As you turn toward the sound of the voice, you spot Bucky in the act of climbing over the worn-out fence surrounding your house. As his feet reach the ground, he races over to the shade the tree provides. He plops down at Steve’s feet, his eyes gazing upwards towards the paper in his hands. He snatches it, almost tearing the frail sheet with his tight grip. His blue eyes scan the paper intensely. The wide-eyed expression that lights up his face is priceless.

This wasn’t the first time that Bucky had seen one of Steve’s impressive drawings, but this one seemed to strike a chord in his brain. He just seems to be fascinated by the image.

“Wow, just wow,” Bucky is in awe of the gift that his best friend possesses. “So when will I be seeing this in a museum?” Bucky continues. Steve lets out a small chuckle, the idea absurd in his head.

“As cool as that would be, I already know that will not be my future.��� You knew Steve always dreamed of joining the army and battling alongside other determined men and women defending the country, but that fantasy just wasn’t possible in his current state. You would never say anything to crush his persistence since the idea made him so happy, but you would always worry about his safety if he ever went through with it.

“As long as you’re happy, then we will support you, no matter what!” You smile. You meant what you said, and you know Bucky shares the sentiment. 

—--

As the sun passes through the sky and falls below the horizon line, you and the boys start running around the yard and playing tag. Steve was huffing and puffing, needing to sit out for a second to avoid an angry asthma attack. You and Bucky had been playfully bickering while the time-out was called on Steve’s behalf.

“I was goin’ to get you, I just know it!” You exclaimed through hard breaths.

“Yeah, yeah, sure you were,” Bucky said with a good-natured eye roll. 

Sensing his playful spirit, you sprint towards him intending to knock him to the ground, but you can only slightly shake him off the spot where he stands.

“Oh, you’re asking for it, Buttercup!” He tries to grab you from where you are, but you swiftly dodge his hands, barely escaping his grip. You run in towards Steve, trying to hide behind him while he is still recovering. Bucky wouldn’t want to hurt Steve by accident just to get to you, right?

Before you can even test that thought, Bucky manages to get a hold on the back of your shirt, slowing you down just enough for him to be able to strengthen his grasp on you. He throws you over his shoulder, and you shriek in surprise.

“Let me down, you goof!” Giggles are pouring from your mouth as Bucky carries you towards the big oak tree. You start to lightly hit his back as a signal for him to put you down on the solid dirt. As he starts to do so, your unstable legs accidentally make you stumble and start to fall. Unluckily for Bucky, he was still holding on to you, so you end up as a clump of bodies on the ground. You can hear Steve shout from the other side of the yard, most likely asking if you are both okay. You holler a confirmation before assessing the situation you have gotten yourself into.

Bucky adjusts himself so that his body is hovering over yours, his body being propped up above you. You can’t seem to stop staring at his eyes. They have you in some sort of powerful trance; you can’t escape if you try, but you don’t want to stop. Bucky seems to share the sentiment because your eye contact goes unbroken for what feels like minutes. You see Bucky’s mouth start to move, but what he says doesn’t register in your ears. Before you can process what you are about to say, it spills from your parted lips.

“Kiss me,” your words are breathless. Your face surely mirrors Bucky's expression; The shock is evident, but he isn’t off put by the idea. He nods, the motion so small that you barely catch it. 

He wants to kiss you. You want to kiss him. This recurring dream is coming to life right before you. This is all you have wanted since you realized your emotions for Bucky are more than platonic. He leans in, now inches from your face.

You freeze.

Every other thought bouncing around seized to a stop at that moment. You start to scramble out of Bucky’s gentle hold, untangling your body as quickly as you possibly can. Your panic is palpable. You hustle to your feet and book it towards Steve. You look over your shoulder to interpret the situation you ran away from. The regret starts to simmer beneath the flush on your skin.

Bucky’s face doesn’t show much emotion, but you can read the disappointment in his body language. His shoulders are slumped and his demeanor is troubled, almost as if he is grieving the loss of your body from under his. You automatically feel like a jerk. In your frenzy, you didn’t even think how Bucky would react to your sudden frantic disinterest in an innocent kiss.

The tears started to well in your eyes. You stammer out an excuse to head back inside the house to the comfort of your room before you let the drops roll down your cheeks.

—--

A few days have come and passed since the “incident” with Bucky, and you have been trying to avoid him. You know he feels whatever it is that is bubbling inside of you, but your embarrassment has stopped you from trying to fix the mess that you created. The consequences of your actions are starting to catch up with you. You are miserable without his companionship. Even Steve has started making comments about Bucky’s sudden absenteeism from your days under the oak tree. You want to mend the tear you created in your friendship, but the uncertainty of how Bucky may react is sending you in the complete opposite direction. 

Growing up alongside each other has created a special bond between the two of you. You never had many friends, seemingly always on the outside of everyone in your year at school. You were also not a stranger to rude remarks and getting into fights trying to defend your honor. Everything culminated in your only friends being your brother and his best friend. 

Were you lonely at school? Yes, but that didn’t matter because once you reached your front porch, you had everyone you needed at your fingertips. 

Now that one of the members of your tiny group was consistently missing, it felt as though a piece of the puzzle was missing, just shy of being complete. You know you need to fix the mess you created, but you are unsure of how to do so.

Oh my my my…

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I am a very busy college student, so it may take a while for me to get to writing and posting part 3, but I will do my best for it to come out sooner rather than later. Have a great rest of your day/night!

[doodles5555]

Mary's Song (Oh my my my)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, Steve Rogers x Adopted Sister!Reader

Summary: This fic will follow the lyrics of the song “Mary’s Song” by Taylor Swift

Word Count: 880

Warnings: None! Just some sweetness and fluff :)

A/N: Hello everyone! I’ve been a lurker for a long time, but I finally got some inspiration to write a fic while listening to this song.

Here is some probably necessary information before starting: In this fic, you, Steve, and Bucky are children. In the next parts, you will grow older. Timelines and some details may be a bit wonky. I hope you enjoy!

p.s this is not a lyric fic, but instead, a fic that was inspired by the song

Chapter 1:

As you look up at the bright sky from the porch swing of your family's home, you spot both Steve and Bucky out of the corner of your eye. They are playing out in the street with a baseball, unaware of your now watchful gaze. You follow the ball with your eyes, tracking each throw and catch. The movements mesmerize you, a small, content smile spreading across your face.

Sliding off the swing and stepping off of the porch, you nearly trip down the stairs trying to reach your brother's side. You gently tug at his shirt to try and gain his distracted attention. His eyes never move away from the ball as it comes back his way. You huff, a little more dramatically than necessary, before walking the distance between Steve and Bucky to start diverting Bucky’s focus to you.

“Bucky!” You draw out the y, “Can I join? Steve won’t even stop to look at me!” Your lisp makes the sentence take a second longer to fully be spoken, but Bucky thinks it makes your words that much more special and unique. Having his concentration fully broken, Bucky looks down at your wide, wishful eyes before removing the glove from his hand to put on yours. It’s multiple sizes too big, but you don’t care, you now can play with the boys. Your grin grows, showing one of the missing teeth in the front of your smile. 

“Come here, let me show you how to throw a real curveball.”

—--

Your mothers and fathers had been conversing on the sofa as the children continued to play ball, watching each interaction with awe at the care and patience Bucky took when it came to you. Steve was his best friend, but you were special to him in your own right, and everyone knew it. You were clueless about his small affections, but your mother also knew you had a soft spot for him.

Suddenly you dropped the ball that was now in your hand at your side to stick your tongue out and taunt both your brother and his best friend. Steve jumped towards you slightly, causing you to run down the street, away from your assailant. Giggles are pouring from your mouth. You turn around to see both Steve and Bucky chasing after you. All of you had the brightest smiles, and your parents couldn’t be happier with your cheery demeanors.

Bucky’s mother turned away from the window to rejoin the conversation after a few minutes. Your father had been mumbling about something regarding Steve’s and your future, how you may shape up in the forever-changing world. The economy was starting to boom, but tensions were growing in other world powers. Who knew what world you would end up growing into.

“It would be nice if Y/N and Steve always had Bucky to look out for them. I know he already feels responsible for their safety while at school. Steve is always getting into fistfights trying to protect Y/N. He never ends up winning though. He relies on Bucky to bail him out every single time,” your father sighs. Bucky’s mother shook her head. Everyone in the room knew that Bucky would go to the ends of the universe to keep you and Steve safe.

“I’m sure as the years grow on, they will be as thick as thieves, or maybe even more?” The wishful tone in your mother’s voice was hard to ignore. She was only saying what everyone else was hoping. 

With how close you and Bucky were, your parents have been speculating and yearning for you to end up together. Maybe not now, as you are both only children, but it’s imminent that you will end up together.

Heads turn back towards the window to watch the bond between you and Bucky continue to bloom into a wonderful and unbreakable connection.

—--

As the sun fell in the sky, you, Steve, and Bucky were bathed in the dimming light. You couldn’t stop staring at Bucky’s eyes. The stars made the vibrant blue even more vivid. The only thought in your head was that he was beautiful.

You had never pondered that you may have had a crush on Bucky, or even been slightly interested in him, but it was slowly becoming more apparent in your mind. Your thoughts often drifted to him during the day, and he tended to be the last thought in your young mind at night. Each sentiment never drifted to the lane of lovey-dovey, but his name was a constant notion bouncing around your brain. You don’t know how you didn’t realize this sooner, but perhaps it is because you didn’t know it was possible to feel this strongly about a person, let alone about Bucky. 

You know he makes you feel safe. That you feel comfortable around him, more than most people in your life. That his presence makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. That if you are having a bad day, he will be the one to put a smile back on your face. He might be your favorite person, even toping Steve. That alone is enough for you to realize that you are certainly falling in love, if you aren’t already, with Bucky.

Oh my my my…

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A/N: Thanks for reading! I am a very busy college student, so it may take a while for me to get to writing and posting part 2, but I will do my best for it to come out sooner rather than later. Have a great rest of your day/night!