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itsbuckysworld · 6 years ago

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Yoga 101 | pt.1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Guest Appearance: Natasha World: AU.

Warnings: fluffy, mentions of smut in the form of thinking too much about how sexy bucky is, language.

Summary: Yoga would be the perfect activity for relaxing and just letting your mind go blank, if the yoga instructor wasn’t so fucking nice and so damn hot.

A/N: written for the #omnomwritingchallenge1.1k. My word choice was yoga, so I present to you, Yoga with Bucky. AND THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRY @omnomsauruswrites

Smooches! xoxo L

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED until i get back in the groove of writing and finish at least half the things I’ve planned to write.

Huge huge huge thanks to @delicatelyherdreams, @caitfairwrites and @sunmoonandbucky. Through the almost a month that took me to write this, they helped me with typos, cheering me on and assuring me this was worth writing. I will forever be so grateful to them, and they are now stuck with me loving them too much so whoops. Gifs not mine

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You stepped out of your car with your brand new yoga mat rolled nicely under your arm, and looked at the text on your phone and then at the building in front of you. This was the place. You groaned slightly.

Your friend Natasha had suggested – well, more like forced you – to sign up for a yoga class. You’d argued right back that you didn’t need it and that there was no use signing up for one when you could probably download an app and do the stretches at home just fine, but she was not having it. You remember her stern stare and calm voice telling you that you definitely needed it, and could benefit from it, and something about how you just had to believe her. Plus “yoga at home isn’t the same as yoga in a class”. It wasn’t even the same commitment, and before you could protest anymore, not that she’d back off if you did have something to say back, she had pulled up the page for a yoga place that had great classes and teachers, saying she had tried it herself.

A yoga class was the last place you wanted to be today. Your day hadn’t been the best and you were still on the fence about the whole thing despite knowing deep down you needed something to help you destress. Your job was growing more and more stressful as the days went by, and your limbs ached in the mornings because you had so much pent up tension keeping you from a restful night’s sleep. On top of that, you didn’t have time anymore to fit in any other type of exercise to keep yourself active and it was starting to bother you. Even if you weren’t on top of fitness and gym trends, you liked to try and keep your body active, it was part of a healthy life and right now, your life was just work, work, work; stress, stress, stress.

So you frowned as you looked at the time slots, the classes and what not, and before Natasha had gone home from your place that night, you had signed up, quickly so as not to retract, and decided to make space for the supposedly never intrusive, always helpful – as Nat had put it – activity.

You found the room you were supposed to be in and set up at a perfect distance from the front – not too close you’d be all up next to the teacher like an eager student, and not too far that you’d miss out on what the teacher explained – and sat quietly as the room filled in.

You placed your hands on your thighs as you kneeled and exhaled, eyes closed.

You wish you hadn’t as the ruckus eased around you and next time you did glance around, there was a man setting up at the front, clearly the teacher.

To be clear, you didn’t care that the instructor was a man. What you were absolutely freaking out about – battling to remain completely calm on the outside – was that the instructor was a Greek god of a man.

“Good day class. How’s everyone doing?” All the ladies and the one other guy in the room greeted him back, but not you. Your brain didn’t know what words were anymore.

He invited the class to sit on their mats in a relaxed position, and you quietly took him in. The chiseled jaw, the lean muscles – God bless that tank top he was wearing. His hair was pushed back somewhat messily to a small bun, some strands hugging the back of his neck and a soft beard. For a moment you were so captivated by how good he looked that you stumbled from your seated position to what he called next a moment too late. He was so gorgeous you hadn’t even noticed or cared for the shining metal arm – if anything that dark metal with gold accents really suited him – but you definitely didn’t look at it. Not when he did warrior pose and showed his back muscles.

Delicious.

“And breathe deeply,” he said, his voice resonating around the room.

Breathe? Oh, right! You were supposed to breathe, and focus on the class and relax. You shook your head, doing the best you could to maintain your balance as you copied his moves and changed poses.

For the most part, you thought yoga would be simple. A couple of nice stretches and breathing exercises to clear your head and give you peace of mind – and really pop your back because, God, was your office chair a torture device. On paper it sounded delightful, but this? The truth was it was absolute torture and more than a little embarrassing.

You struggled through every pose, noticing how minimal the looks from the rest of the class towards the teacher were. The Adonis of a man would call something like Half Moon to the left to warm up, and no one would bat an eye, switching their bodies to extend an arm and a leg in the air, somehow keeping perfect balance, and yet there you were, doing the pose too late, focusing on copying the person next to you to get it right and fighting for your life to not fall flat on your face, the leg that was planted on the ground shaking with stress.

And you’d expect to move to Half Moon on the right, right? But he would transition over to whatever King Dancer on the left was, and there you were back at zero trying to figure out what the hell was happening.

You lost your footing more than once. Tried – and failed – your best to discreetly shuffle your yoga mat even further from people, because, you know, yoga mats are supposed to not slip.

You could feel your face burning red hot, not only from the physical activity that was rushing to be up to speed with these yoga freaks and fighting “Lady Gravity” for the most part of an hour, but from failing miserably at even the relaxed poses in front of everyone, specially when you locked eyes with the instructor and his lips curved into a smile, watching you struggle with the extended side angle, clearly laughing at your excuse of a yoga pose. God, why did he have to be so cute? You think you would be a little less flustered had he been a woman or anyone other than every hot movie star melted together watching you fail miserably.

Yet you couldn’t keep your eyes off him. His voice was gruff and soothing, strong and tender. He would remind everyone to breathe and you found it hard to, because he gave you chills. The way he exhaled along with some words, making your mind wander. He walked around the class at some point, observing people’s forms, correcting positions and giving tips. You were absolutely sure you’re going to have wild dreams just based on how warm his hand was when he touched your elbow, indicating you to extend your arm properly while doing Balancing Table, his voice fading away as you kept impure thoughts at bay.

As the class did final stretches he kept his eyes on you, that smile of his still there, and you could see it mocking you. You could hear it in the way there was a bit of a laugh at the beginning of his sentences, and you puffed out your cheeks with a frown. He was cute but he was an ass for laughing at you. He moved to extend a leg almost to his forehead, hands grabbing his foot and eyebrows raised at you, before talking to the whole class.

“Let’s extend into Heron, right leg up” and without hesitation everyone did so, the same pose he was showing you before.

Oh wait, was he teaching you what was coming next? It was a relatively easy pose – had it not been for the position of your other leg – and for the last few minutes of the class, he kept transitioning into poses before calling them out, looking straight at you and giving you a small smile when you did your best to copy them. Okay, a little less of an ass now, still very cute. Damn.

The room started to clear out after a few moments in Corpse – a pose you knew well – and you took your time reincorporating afterwards, too comfy to move. Then you arched your back that somehow still felt impossibly sore – weren’t you here to release that tension? Where was that desired pop? – before you stood to pack up your things.

“Hi there”

You recognised the voice behind you, the one you had been hearing it for the past 40 minutes, giving directions and huskily delivering material for you to think about on lonely nights. Another shake of your head put you in the right mindset to face him.

“Hi!” your response was a little excited, but you didn’t have energy to feel embarrassed anymore. “Sorry,” you said, and the man shook his head, chuckling slightly.

“You’ve never done yoga before, then?”

“That obvious?” He laughed out loud this time, but you knew he wasn’t laughing at you.

“What gave it away, my terrible balance or my deer caught in headlights face at everything you said?”

“I think it was more the fact that you only knew Corpse.”

You were in trouble. He was even more good looking up close. From the distance you had been at during the class, you could only see defined muscle. From arms length, he was so much more. Smooth skin. Long dark lashes that made ocean blue eyes pop like none other you had ever seen. A killer smile that made the cutest crinkles appear by his eyes, and his laugh was gorgeous. All in all, it wasn’t fair. Whatever flaw he had better come up really quick.

“I don’t really mind the stumbling, Lord knows I can’t keep Half Lotus Tree for long –” you gave him a pointed look and he clasped his hands in front of his chest – “you have no idea what that is. Right” The two of you chuckled as you danced on the balls of your feet, biting the inside of your cheek. He took a deep breath and continued, “Point is, you shouldn’t sign up for an advanced class if it’s your first time. Mainly because you could injure yourself.”

“Wait, advanced?” You blanked. “I mean, duh, of course it was advanced, but I signed up for beginner.” You fished inside your bag for your phone.

“I don’t teach any beginner classes. I don’t think we have any this time around.” He grimaced, an apologetic look painting his features.

“No, I definitely –”

Advanced Yoga, 6PM, room 505 – you read it when you pulled up the email, eyes running over the words over and over. Everything made sense now. You sigh and run a hand down your face.

“Okay that’s… great. My mistake. This whole thing was probably a mistake.” He made motion to say something but you put your hands up, waving them in front of you. “I should go. Sorry again for… that. Thanks for the class, I guess.” And with that you turned on your heel and walked away, wanting the earth to swallow you whole. Did you seriously just go in the wrong class, made a fool of yourself, and then thanked the guy for it?

It was decided. You’d call and try to get your money back, yoga was clearly a bad idea. You stepped outside and fumbled with your bag in search for your keys, huffing and puffing, blowing a strand of hair off your face. A hand is placed on your shoulder and they turn you around.

“Excuse me, miss?”

You look to find the yoga instructor again. Bucky, the email said. You had missed that too the first time reading through. If anything it’s nice to finally put a name to the face, anything to stop your brain from calling him a hunk of a man.

He’s fixing his bag on his shoulder and giving you a concerned look that warms you inside. For some reason it’s sweet almost, how he looks at you and gives you a side smile. There’s something about how welcoming his features are that you can’t quite place. “I know it’s none of my business but… please- uh, would you consider continuing yoga?”

You arch an eyebrow at him, and he takes his hand off your shoulder, taking a few steps back as he stammers through his sentence and waves his hands in front of him.

“I mean. It’s really good. I know I probably sound like the cliché yogi in movies, but… It helped me a lot, at the beginning I didn’t even want to try, but it helped so much that… That’s a story for another time I guess –” He chuckled then, scratching the back of his head with that metal hand of his and curiosity peaks inside you – “I just know, it’s a great outlet, or aid, to whatever your life is right now.”

He didn’t assume or act like he could read you, and didn’t try to sell you that you’re clearly stressed – maybe so much that people can see it from down the street – and yoga is the magical ointment that takes it all away. He’s not trying to convince you to stay because he gets paid or because he just wants more people in his class. The way he looks at you and speaks to you, he’s really sharing something that helped him for the sake of it.

You sigh.

“I don’t know. I clearly can’t stay in an advanced class. Maybe I should just try again when there’s a beginner and...” You shrugged – “I don’t know”

He bites down on his bottom lip and it takes a lot from you to not look, to not let your mind wander.

“Are you free Wednesdays and Fridays?” His question snapped you out of your thoughts – so much for trying not to get them derailed – and he cleared his throat. “I teach an intermediate class those days. Same time. It’d be easier to show you the basic moves, and maybe you could come a little earlier and I could run you through them and… get you up to speed in a way?”

You gape at him for a few seconds, his scrunched up brows and soft features, almost resembling a puppy. You won’t admit it just yet but Bucky is selling you on this yoga thing too well. A nervous chuckle escapes your lips, and your fingers play with your card keys. Intermediate wasn’t beginner, there was no way, right? The universe must be saying something and you should be listening.

“Maybe yoga isn’t the thing for me, you know? Intermediate could still be too hard for me to–” There’s a car honking by the entrance that cuts your sentence short. Bucky motions the car to wait and he turns to look at you with understanding covering his face. And yet it’s like Bucky can read your hesitation, almost tipping over to say yes, and he has one last pitch to finish selling you on everything.

“I get it. But hey, look, if you want less commitment to start –” He opens his bag and pulls out a notepad and pen. He uses his knee to scribble something, and he’s handing you the ripped piece of paper with his metal arm, the other hand busy steadying his bag back on his shoulder – “There’s this free open air yoga group on Saturdays. 4PM. I join them most times, worth a shot.” The smile he gives you has your knees feeling like jelly – you would have gotten a great use of some jelly legs back in class to do any of those twists. A little late now, joints – with a little wave and a wink added to that dashing smile of his, he’s leaving you there on the lobby, staring at the piece of paper with the address and other details of this “zero commitment” group, scribbled in his neat handwriting. You sigh knowing very well you’re not going to be coming back to yoga.

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Damn you, Bucky Barnes.

That’s all you’re thinking as you lock your car and enter the fated park on Saturday. Damn him for being so cute, and such a fierce advocate for stupid yoga.

Natasha has this gloating look on her face as she follows you. A proud, shit eating grin. She hasn’t stopped crowing that she sold you on yoga, that you were wrong, and she was right about you ending up loving it, so much so that you even mentioned a Saturday class – one she had to tag along for. She’s really feeling like she’s on a high horse right now, and who are you to knock her off? You could live with a little mocking. Besides, the last thing you wanted was for her to know the real reason you were coming to this yoga class was that damned Bucky Barnes. Although, the moment you find him, she’ll definitely smell it off you.

Damn you, Bucky Barnes.

You didn’t want to even admit it to yourself, but after three days of looking at the stupid piece of paper, and having the time and place burned into memory, you couldn’t lie to your own face anymore; you were going to go to that stupid outside class.

As the two of you near the area where you see people set up mats on the grass, you’re not paying attention to Nat as she talks about whatever. You’re too busy trying to spot Mr. Too-Hot-For-Words in the distance.

Jesus, why are you so desperate to see him? Oh, right, he was cute and nice to you, that’s why.

When you do spot him, there’s a sudden urge, a tingle all over your body, to turn back around and go home, hide under your covers and down a pint of ice cream. Abort. There’s no way you can do a yoga class with him around! Not only are you a beginner, but you have learned in just one instance that you can’t focus when he’s there to look at. This was a horrible idea.

But just your luck, he spots you as well and your eyes meet. His beautiful, beautiful eyes. No turning back now. Damn him for looking so good in those gym shorts and fitted sports wear. Damn him for having his hair down, does he not know how he looks? Damn him for rushing to meet you, a wide grin drawn on his face, as if he’d been waiting for you.

“Hey,” he places a hand on your shoulder, “you came!” “I came.” You say shakily, cheeks feeling on fire, an awkward laugh catching in your throat and you hear Natasha immediately going silent. Not good, not good.

Bucky glances up and greets Nat with a firm handshake, introducing himself, and then returning his attention to you, with that teeth baring smile of his, crinkles by his eyes. There’s something wrong with your heart, it’s beating too fast.

He claps his hands together and clears his throat.

“I’m glad you could come. So this ‘class’–” he air quotes – “is very… What’s the word? Free?” another chuckle escapes his lips and the wind moves his hair, making him look like he’s in a commercial for something – his scent, definitely. He smells so good.

“You just join whatever little group you feel like and you all do a routine.” he waves his hand, motioning for you to follow him a little farther from the group, where his mat is placed. “I was thinking maybe you can be with me, and I can show you the basics, if that’s ok with you?”

You stutter, trying to find the words to say, and in a last attempt at some help, you turn towards Nat, hoping she’s read the situation and can help you out, but just like the little shit she can be, she’s just giving you a knowing smirk and not saying a single word.

“Sure,” you look back to Bucky. “Nat and I would love to” “Uh, actually…”

Okay, now you want to say something Natasha? She gives you a coy smile.

“I think I’m going to join that group over there, they seem more up to my speed.”

You glare at her. Of course Natasha, what a great friend, you’re basically screaming at her with your eyes and she’s just nonchalantly acting like she doesn’t know what she’s doing wrong. You begin to hate that she knows you too well, and that she’s so cheeky and mischievous you should have seen something like this coming. You should have not let her tag along for this damned class.

“You’re not new to yoga as well?” Bucky asks, genuinely interested, and Nat waves a hand in front of her face as if dismissing the idea. “Oh no, I used to go to the center, I was in a class with Ms. Potts last year.”

“Oh! Ms. Potts is so amazing!” Nat nods at him “In that case, yeah, that group would be more up your alley.”

“Cool.” In a simple skip she’s gone, leaving you with Bucky who looks straight out of a photoshoot.

Thankfully he didn’t read any of the looks shared between you and your best friend. That or he’s deciding to ignore them, which, bless him if he is; the last thing you need is any more embarrassment.

“Shall we begin?” There’s that forsaken smile again, like he doesn’t know it makes you lose the ability of speech whenever he flashes it at you. Like he doesn’t know he’s got to have lines of women fantasising about him while he does his poses. Like he doesn’t know your heartbeat is the same as whenever you jump on a treadmill and do cardio.

You’re giving yourself the pep-talk of a lifetime inside your head. You can do this, all you have to do is stay focused in the stretches and positions and, no matter what, do not embarrass yourself by letting your mind wander off to more… Bucky-related things, when you’ve literally been left alone with him under the wonderful shade of oak trees. Easy enough, right? He isn’t even that cute. You can do this, you got this. You so got this.

He grabs your mat from your hands and sets it up perpendicular to his, offering his hand to help you get down to the first seated position and making shivers run down your spine.

This is going to be impossible.

Damn you, Bucky Barnes. Damn you, Natasha.

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A/N: Hope you guys liked this! Part two will be coming tomorrow :) What did you think of yogi bucky?

Please any feedback is greatly appreciated, i was very doubtful of this piece.

Have a good day lovelies!

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nekoannie-chan · 6 years ago

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The place where we met

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word count: 1668 words

Summary: You met the love of your life in the place you least expected, how important will that place become throughout your love story?

Warnings: None

A/N: This is my entry to the @omnomsauruswrites ‘s Omnom 1.1K Writing Challenge Celebration with the prompt:

"Tokyo"

I’m sorry, it took me so long, I was busy with some Ph.D. stuff.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.

I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don’t steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other’s people. The only exception is the ones I gifted ‘cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Marvel’s characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.

Steve remembers the place where you met, it was shortly after the attack on New York, and had a mission in Tokyo, Japan, however, it was going a little wrong, civilians were being threatened and there were already a considerable number of wounded; one of the enemies held you as a hostage, however, Steve had managed that nothing bad happened to you.

He had saved you, in gratitude, you invited him to a cafeteria, where they began to talk, you told him that you were in that country because it was where your grandmother was born as well as lived almost her whole life and as you were on vacation you go to visit her like when you were a child. You were surprised when he told you about the New York attack, in fact, you lived in New York and you gave him your address in case one day he wanted to visit you.

Shortly after you returned from your vacation, Steve and you started dating, a few weeks later he was finally encouraged to ask you to be his girlfriend.

When the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D occurs. You found it out from the news, that explained why you had not received any call or message from Steve, you were worried, the preliminary information was that he has died, you could not believe it, you did not want to believe it, within a few hours you received a call from someone who did not You knew in person, although your boyfriend had told you about him.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" Maria asked

“It's me… how bad is it?” you questioned, worry growing every second... "Not too bad, he'll survive but I think it's better if you were here, it was a very intense day and he will need you," Maria informed you.

"I'll take the first flight," you replied.

When you arrived at the hospital, you asked for Hill, she indicated to you where your boyfriend was and authorized that you could enter to see him when you entered the room Steve had already woken up.

“Excuse me, who are you?” Sam asked when he saw you.

"Okay, I know her," Steve replied before you could say anything.

Sam looked to you from Steve and vice versa several times, suddenly he understood what was happening.

"I'll leave you alone, I think you have a lot to talk about," he said before leaving.

"Thank you," you murmured.

Steve told you everything that had happened, in the end, you were hugging him tightly, you were afraid of losing him even if he assured you that he was fine.

Both had agreed to keep the relationship as a secret after everything that happened, he was afraid that HYDRA would go for you and take you away from him if they knew about your existence and his team ... He didn't want anyone to bother you or make fool of you, therefore the only one who knew about your existence was Sam but Steve always refused to tell him any details of the relationship.

The following year he asked you to marry, he was completely sure that you were the love of his life and you thought the same about him. You also planned to get married in secret, you had no family and your friends or at least you thought they were your friends many years ago they had betrayed you and since then you stopped talking to them, Steve for his part had a bad feeling, so they avoided making a Great celebration or public

When the problems with the Sokovia Agreements began, he immediately told you to ask you to leave the country and take refuge in your grandmother's house, he knew that if you stayed there and he continued to refuse to sign, the authorities would go for you and you would be their hostage to make him to do what they wanted and not what he thought was right. He also told you that as soon as things calm down or escape, he would reach you.

Several weeks later you met him again but he was not alone, Bucky accompanied him, Steve wanted you to meet his best friend, so Bucky and the old woman who lived in the house next door and had been the best friend of your grandmother were her only guests at her wedding after this Bucky returned to Wakanda.

The old woman knew you all her life, so she also considered you her granddaughter, since her family had practically abandoned her, they never visited her, so you and Steve chose to consider her part of the family, of course, she knew the identity of Steve but they trusted her because he would never give them away.

When he had free time you walked through the streets of Tokyo and used to avoid the most tourist sites to avoid being recognized, and loved to go down the streets, enter the sanctuaries and enjoy the sweets.

That night was her first wedding anniversary, with the help of the neighbor you prepared a very special dinner, you had very important news to your husband. The dinner was going perfectly everything was very romantic, you decided it was time to tell him the news

“Stevie ...” you felt too nervous.

He looked up when he noticed the nervousness of your voice, for a moment he feared you were going to give him the bad news.

"What's up doll?” he asked

"I have news to give you," you began to say.

Now he thought that everything between you and him was over, maybe you had been already tired of the situation and would like to be with someone who was not a fugitive.

"I'm pregnant," you finally let go.

"Are we going to be parents?" he asked surprised.

You nodded, his expression brightened, he was now completely happy, he had never thought that was what you were going to say.

“How much time?” he asked

"Two months," you said.

He hugged you carefully, he didn't want to hurt you, he felt like he was the happiest man in the world. He filled your face with kisses, now he would do everything to protect that little ting being growing inside you.

Finally, it was time for delivery, you gave birth to a very healthy girl, and happiness did not fit Steve. You decided to call her Sarah.

Although he continued to frequent Sam, Natasha and other members of his team, he never told them anything about you, the only one he knew was Bucky even though he didn't know little Sarah in person, but he knew her through photos that Steve show him.

Months later, while you were sleeping, Steve's cell phone rang, Tony's name appeared on the screen, Bruce told him what had happened and that they needed his help to deal with Thanos.

“What happened?” you asked sleepily.

"They need me," he replied.

"Is it serious?" if it was nothing important, perhaps I could ignore it.

"So it seems, I have to go," he confirmed.

"Try to get back safely, we need you,” you asked.

“I love you”

“I love you more”

The baby did not stop crying, you carried her, she was not hungry or needed a change, and rather what she wanted was her dad

"Dad is saving the world, he does this for you," you told the little girl.

You gave her favorite teddy, of course, it was one that Steve had given her, with that she calmed down, you put her in her pen and you sat on the armchair in the living room and you had a bad feeling, while you were afraid of never seeing your husband again.

After a while, you started to feel as if your limbs were falling asleep, you didn't understand what was going on, then everything went dark.

Thanos had achieved his goal, the only thing that went through Steve's mind was the question of whether something had happened to you, you also been victims? A few hours later he returned home, opened the door, started calling you, there was no answer, he entered the room, the only thing he found was his daughter asleep in the corral, there was no trace of you, he took the baby very carefully so as not to wake her up and that was when he discovered that part of his fear was had come true, tears began to fall down his cheeks when he discovered on the couch the pile of dust, he deduced that it was you.

“Y/N? Steve? ” the neighbor called.

"Here I am," he replied.

“What's going on?” she asked, she didn't understand what was happening either.

"We lost ..." was the only thing he managed to answer.

"Y/N too ...?" He couldn't finish the sentence.

Steve nodded.

"Take Sarah to a safe place, I'll take care of the house, don't worry,” she offered.

Steve accepted and thanked the lady, left Sarah with her for a moment to prepare a suitcase with some things she would need for the trip that awaited them, she put clothes and some toys

He took his daughter, he would go to the old Avengers base that was where everyone had met, he had to discuss what they would do and how things would be resolved and Steve also knew that he would need help with his daughter.

Steve entered the place, Sarah saw everything and hugged her dad tight, and she looked scared.

“And that baby?” Nat asked when he saw her

"She is my daughter," Steve replied.

“Did you get married?” Thor asked stunned.

Everyone looked surprised, they didn't understand the reason Steve had hidden it.

"And your daughter's mother?" Natasha asked.

It seemed odd that he didn't come with her too, maybe if the girl saw her mother she wouldn't be so scared.

Steve shook his head, everyone understood, he had also been a victim of Thanos and Natasha took Sarah's arms.

"We'll fix this for her," Nat said.

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omnomsauruswrites · 6 years ago

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Omnom 1.1K Writing Challenge Celebration

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There will be dialogue and word prompts for you guys to pick from.

Rules:

Can write about any MCU character or cast member.

Once a prompt is gone, it’s gone. whomp, whomp.

No max/min length.

Can be canon or au.

Send me an ask for what prompt you want.

You can write about anything that you want to. Fluff, angst, smut, soft. The world is your oyster.

Tag me in your piece, and hashtag #omnomwritingchallenge1.1k.

Note: You do not have to follow me to partake!

Dialogue prompts (these are a mixture of TV/movie quotes.):

Did I kiss you last night? @lookatwhatyoumademequeue

For the love of all that is holy! SHUT UP! @nerdy-bookworm-1998 x bucky

I’m depressed. I need a cookie. @winchesterswantmypie w/ Chris Evans

Tell me, is it possible to love two men at the same time? @eurynome827 w/ Bucky

Ours is a forbidden love. @marvelsdarling

OUT. FOR. A. WALK. BITCH.

What is it asshole day? @writeyourmindaway w/ Bucky

Someone still has their panties in a twist. @cchellacat Bucky x Darcy

You’re not as mean as you think you are, you know that? @trashpanda-barnes w/ Bucky

I'm not living with you. We occupy the same cage.

I think I broke him/her. @tropicalcap w/ Steve

God, you’re being so mean. Do it more. @stanclub w/ Steve

No matter what happens, you’re not allowed to fall in love with me. @maid-of-mourne-shore

Oh, is this what we are doing now? @evanstarff w/ Steve

Does it require a bra? @kentuckybarnes

Word prompts:

Strawberry @awkwardfangirl2014 w/ Steve

Disney @justnerdystuffs w/ Clint

Yoga @itsbuckysworld w/ AU Bucky

Savasana @valkyrieofsmut w/ Buck

Scarf @captainrogerrsbeard

Location prompts:

Oslo

Athens @lokissoul w/ Buck

Tokyo @nekoannie-chan w/ Steve

Lima

Chicago

Color Prompts:

Vanilla @tinyglamdramaqueen

Copper @baebeepeach w/ Thor

Blackberry

Rosebud

Aqua

@stanclub @valkyrieofsmut @winchesterswantmypie @bitsandbobsandstuff @tropicalcap @teamcap4bucky @bucky-smiles @trashpandabarnes @interestedbystanderwrites @all1e23 @nerdy-bookworm-1998

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nekoannie-chan · 6 years ago

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El lugar donde nos conocimos

Pareja: Steve x Lectora

Palabras: 1548 palabras

Resumen: Conociste al amor de tu vida en el lugar que menos esperabas, ¿qué tan importante se volverá ese lugar durante toda su historia de amor?

Advertencias: Ninguna.

A/N: Es mi entrada para Omnom 1.1K Writing Challenge Celebration con el lugar:

“Tokio”

No doy ningún permiso para que mis fics sean publicados en otra plataforma o idioma (yo traduzco mi propio trabajo) o el uso de mis gráficos (mis separadores de texto también están incluidos), los cuales hice exclusivamente para mis fics, por favor respeta mi trabajo y no lo robes. Aquí en la plataforma hay personas que hacen separadores de texto para que cualquiera los pueda usar, los míos no son públicos, por favor busca los de dichas personas. La única excepción serían los regalos que he hecho ya que ahora pertenecen a alguien más. Si encuentras alguno de mis trabajos en una plataforma diferente y no es alguna de mis cuentas, por favor avísame. Los reblogs y comentarios están bien.

DISCLAIMER: Los personajes de Marvel no me pertenecen (desafortunadamente), exceptuando por los personajes originales y la historia.

Otros lugares donde publico: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.

Steve recordaba perfectamente el lugar donde se conocieron, fue poco después del ataque a Nueva York, tenían una misión en Tokio, Japón, sin embargo estaba saliendo un poco mal, los civiles estaban siendo amenazados y había ya una cantidad considerable de heridos; uno de los enemigos te tenía como rehén sin embargo, Steve se las había ingeniado para que nada malo te pasara.

Él te había salvado, en agradecimiento lo invitaste a una cafetería, donde empezaron a platicar, le contaste que estabas en ese país porque era donde tu abuela había nacido así como vivido casi toda su vida y aprovechaste que estabas de vacaciones para ir a visitar la casa de ella como cuando eras niña. Te sorprendiste cuando te contó del ataque de Nueva York, de hecho tú vivías en Nueva York, le diste tu dirección por si algún día quería ir a visitarte.

Poco tiempo después regresaste de tus vacaciones, Steve y tú empezaron a tener citas, unas semanas después al fin se animó a pedirte que fueras su novia.

Cuando ocurrió la caída de S.H.I.E.L.D. te enteraste por las noticias, eso explicaba porque no habías recibido ninguna llamada o mensaje de Steve, te preocupaste, la información preliminar era que él había muerto, no podías creerlo, no querías creerlo, a las pocas horas recibiste una llamada de alguien que no conocías en persona, aunque tu novio te había hablado de él.

— ¿T/N T/A?—preguntó Maria.

—Soy yo... ¿qué tan mal está?—cuestionaste, la preocupación crecía a cada segundo.

—No tan mal, sobrevivirá pero creo que es mejor si estás aquí, fueron unos días muy intensos y te necesitara—te informó Maria.

—Tomaré el primer vuelo—respondiste

Cuando llegaste al hospital, preguntaste por Hill, ella te indicó donde estaba tu novio y autorizó que pudieses entrar a verlo, cuando entraste a la habitación Steve ya había despertado.

—Disculpa, ¿quién eres?—te preguntó Sam cuando te vio.

—Está bien, la conozco—contestó Steve antes de que pudieras decir algo.

Sam pasó a mirada de ti a Steve y viceversa varias veces, de pronto entendió lo que pasaba.

—Los dejaré a solas, creo que tienen mucho de que hablar—dijo antes de salir.

—Gracias—le murmuraste.

Steve te contó todo lo que había pasado, al final lo estabas abrazando fuertemente, temías perderlo aunque él te asegurara que estaba bien.

Ambos habían acordado mantener en secreto su relación después de todo lo ocurrido, él temía que HYDRA fuera por ti y te arrebatara de su lado si sabían de tu existencia y en cuanto a su equipo…no quería que nadie te molestara ni se burlara, por lo tanto el único que sabía de tu existencia era Sam pero Steve siempre se negó a contarle algún detalle de la relación.

Al año siguiente te pidió matrimonio, él estaba completamente seguro que eras el amor de su vida y tú pensabas lo mismo de él. Tenían planeado también casarse en secreto, no tenías familia y tus amigos o al menos los creías que eran tus amigos hacía muchos años te habían traicionado y desde entonces dejaste de hablarles, Steve por su parte tenía un mal presentimiento, por lo que evitaron hacer un gran festejo o que fuese público.

Cuando comenzaron los problemas con los Acuerdos de Sokovia, él de inmediato te hablo para pedirte que te fueras del país y te refugiaras en casa de tu abuela, sabía que si te quedabas ahí y él seguía negándose a firmar, las autoridades irían por ti y serias su rehén para que él hiciera lo que ellos quisieran y no lo que él creía correcto. También te dijo que en cuanto lograra calmar las cosas o en su defecto escapar, te alcanzaría.

Y así fue, varias semanas después se reencontraron pero no iba solo, lo acompañaba Bucky, Steve quería que tú y su mejor amigo se conocieran, así que Bucky y la anciana que vivía en la casa de al lado y había sido la mejor amiga de tu abuela fueron sus únicos invitados a su boda, después de esto Bucky volvió a Wakanda.

La anciana te conocía de toda la vida, así que también te consideraba su nieta, ya que su familia prácticamente la había abandonado, nunca la visitaban, así que Steve y tú optaron por considerarla parte de la familia, por supuesto ella sabía la identidad de Steve pero confiaban en ella porque nunca los delataría.

Cuando tenía tiempo libre paseaban por las calles de Tokio, solían evitar los sitios más turísticos para evitar que lo reconocieran, les encantaba ir por las callecitas, entrar a los santuarios y disfrutar de los dulces.

Esa noche era su primer aniversario de casados, con ayuda de la vecina preparaste una cena muy especial, le tenías una noticia muy importante a tu esposo. La cena iba a la perfección todo era muy romántico, decidiste que era hora de darle la noticia.

—Stevie…—te sentías demasiado nerviosa.

Él levanto la vista al notar el nerviosismo de tu voz, por un momento temió que le fueses a dar una mala noticia.

— ¿Qué pasa muñeca?—preguntó.

—Tengo una noticia que darte—empezaste a decir.

Ahora creía que todo entre ustedes había terminado, quizás ya te habías cansado de la situación y te gustaría estar con alguien que no fuera fugitivo.

—Estoy embarazada—soltaste finalmente.

— ¿Vamos a ser papás?—inquirió sorprendido.

Asentiste, su expresión se iluminó, ahora estaba completamente feliz, nunca había pensado que eso era lo que le ibas a decir.

— ¿Cuánto tiempo?—cuestionó.

—Dos meses—dijiste.

Te abrazó de forma cuidadosa, no quería hacerte daño, sentía que era el hombre más feliz del mundo. Llenó con besos tu cara, ahora haría todo para proteger a ese pequeño ser que crecía dentro de ti.

Finalmente llegó el momento del parto, diste a luz a una niña muy sana, la felicidad no cabía en Steve. Decidieron llamarla Sarah.

Aunque seguía frecuentando a Sam, Natasha y demás miembros de su equipo, nunca les contó nada respecto a ustedes, el único que sabía era Bucky aunque no conocía a la pequeña Sarah en persona, pero si por medio de fotos que Steve le llegaba a enseñar.

Meses después, mientras dormían, el celular de Steve sonó, en la pantalla apareció el nombre de Tony, Bruce le contó lo sucedido y que requerían su ayuda para hacerle frente a Thanos.

— ¿Qué pasó?—preguntaste adormilada.

—Me necesitan—respondió.

— ¿Es grave?—si no era nada importante quizás podría ignorarlo.

—Eso parece, tengo que ir—confirmó.

—Trata de regresar a salvo, te necesitamos—le pediste.

—Te amo.

—Yo te amo más-

La bebé no dejaba de llorar, la cargaste, no tenía hambre ni necesitaba un cambio, más bien lo que quería era a su papá

—Papá está salvando el mundo, hace esto por ti—le dijiste a la pequeña.

Le diste su peluche favorito, por supuesto era uno que Steve la había regalado, con eso se calmó, la pusiste en su corral y te sentaste en el sillón de la sala, tenías un mal presentimiento, a la vez que temías no volver a ver a tu esposo de nuevo.

Después de un rato empezaste a sentir como si tus extremidades se dormían, no entendías lo que pasaba, luego todo se volvió oscuro.

Thanos había logrado su objetivo, lo único que pasaba por la mente de Steve era la interrogante sobre si algo les había pasado a ustedes, ¿también habían sido víctimas?, unas horas después volvió a su hogar, abrió la puerta, empezó a llamarte, no hubo respuesta, entró a la sala, lo único que encontró fue a su hija profundamente dormida en el corral, no había rastro de ti, cargó a la bebé con mucho cuidado para no despertarla y fue entonces cuando descubrió que parte de su temor se había vuelto realidad, las lágrimas empezaron a caer por sus mejillas cuando descubrió en el sofá el montón de polvo, dedujo que eras tú.

— ¿T/N? ¿Steve?—llamó la vecina.

—Aquí estoy—contestó.

— ¿Qué es lo que está pasando?—preguntó, ella tampoco comprendía lo que sucedía.

—Perdimos…—fue lo único que atinó a responder.

— ¿T/N también��?—no pudo terminar la frase.

Steve asintió.

—Lleva a Sarah a un lugar seguro, yo cuidaré la casa, no te preocupes—se ofreció.

Steve aceptó y le agradeció a la señora, dejó un momento a Sarah con ella para poder preparar una maleta con algunas cosas que necesitaría para el viaje que les esperaba, guardó ropa, algunos juguetes.

Tomó a su hija, iría a la antigua base de los Vengadores, ahí era donde todos habían quedado de verse, tenía que discutir que harían y como resolverían las cosas y también Steve sabía que necesitaría ayuda con su hija.

Steve entró al lugar, Sarah veía todo y abrazaba fuerte a su papá, parecía asustada.

— ¿Y esa bebé?— preguntó Nat al verla

—Es mi hija—respondió Steve.

— ¿Te casaste?—cuestionó Thor atónito.

Todos lo miraron sorprendidos no entendían la razón por la que Steve lo había ocultado.

— ¿Y la mamá de tu hija?—inquirió Natasha.

Le parecía raro que no llegara también con ella, quizás si la niña veía a su mamá no estaría tan asustada.

Steve negó con la cabeza, todos entendieron, también había sido víctima de Thanos, Natasha le quitó a Sarah de los brazos.

—Arreglaremos esto, por ella—aseguró Nat.

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itsbuckysworld · 6 years ago

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Yoga 101 | pt 2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader Guest Appearance: Natasha World: AU.

Warnings: fluffy, mentions of smut in the form of thinking too much about how sexy bucky is, language.

Summary: Yoga would be the perfect activity for relaxing and just letting your mind go blank, if the yoga instructor wasn’t so fucking nice and so damn hot.

A/N: written for the #omnomwritingchallenge1.1k. My word choice was yoga, so I present to you, Yoga with Bucky, part two. @omnomsauruswrites

Smooches! xoxo L

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

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PART ONE HERE

a recap:

Your best friend Natasha leaves you, to fend for yourself and try to survive an open air, one-on-one class with Bucky, the hot yogi you’re crushing hard on, that you met by pure mistake in your search for a stress relieving activity.

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Your hands are trembling when Bucky walks you back to your car. Natasha is nowhere to be seen and you don’t know if that’s good or bad.

He taught you the basic movements, keeping it simple yet entertaining. This time around you did feel a bit more relaxed after the session. There was a lot of learning involved and a lot of long sighs when a stretch felt like it was doing its job, even at a beginner level. Bucky would grin at you every time, making your cheeks feel warmer and warmer, not only from the afternoon sun, but because he was Bucky, and that was enough to have you hot and bothered to begin with.

Bucky made jokes here and there, as if it wasn’t hard enough for you to focus on the task at hand. Each time he switched positions, he had to run a hand through his hair and you’d be lying if it didn’t make you feel some type of way – horny, that’s the type of way – but you had to give yourself a medal for keeping it cool despite the long looks he’d throw at you and the husky voice he would speak in when giving you directions.

As you neared your car, you were a little sad the afternoon was coming to an end. As hard as it was to make sense of the english language when he was around, you wanted to spend more time with him. He was funny, kind, nice, gentle, and hot. Honestly a dream come true. A man like that doesn’t come by easily. But another little detail the afternoon had brought to your attention was exactly that. A man like that didn’t stay single for long; there was no way he didn’t have someone waiting for him back home – you could only hope you were wrong to think that.

“Well, I hope to see you again soon” his cheerful tone snapped you out of your thoughts and you spied Natasha leaning against your car as you approached. Her all knowing grin was still there, perfect teeth and silently mocking, as usual.

“Uh, yeah, maybe. I feel a little better now, thanks for today.”

“I’m glad you do. And I’m here to help, anytime.” the warmth in his eyes was almost as unbearable as the summer sun: too bright, too consuming, too much to handle. You’re thanking the universe that you are close enough to your car to get support, because once more, this man has turned your legs to jelly with a single phrase.

“Hmm, fun session?” Nat interjected, her tone filled with mischief and playfulness, the smirk now twisting upwards and you could smell trouble. “Say, Bucky, We’re going for coffee now, would you like to join us?” She throws her arm around your shoulders very casually, her perfectly manicured nails tapping at your arm while you fisted her shirt on her back, trying to get her to stop.

Did you want to spend more time with Bucky? Sure. Did you want it to be with Natasha around playing mind games? Hell to the no. As much as you loved her and knew her glances and smirks seemed harmless – to Bucky at least – you knew her looks are a double edged sword, and you wouldn’t survive getting coffee with both of them. Not when Bucky is a little sweaty and looking very, very good; and Natasha has some sort of unknown plan she’s dying to set in motion, that you don’t want any part of.

To your relief Bucky is quick to chuckle and shake his head, excusing himself.

“That sounds wonderful, but I have some business to attend to.”

“Oh well –” Nat’s dismissal is cheeky, you know her too well –“some other time” There’s another pinch to her side, a warning to stop right now, and you give Bucky a tight-lipped smile. “Some other time” He nods and waves goodbye “Hope to see you Wednesday, Y/N?” he says as he begins walking away, still facing the two of you.

“We’ll see,” you tell him back jokingly, and he rolls his eyes at you in mock annoyance.

“Don’t make me beg, please.” he laughs and shoots you a wink, before finally turning around and being on his way.

Your brain is stuck processing what just happened. Between the one on one time with him, the friendly banter, Natasha and her schemes and that wink. Specially the wink. How come someone looks so hot when winking? Damn this man.

You’re too busy replaying that in your head – and saving it to daydream about during your break at work – to hear the beginning of Natasha’s teasing. She’s holding you by your shoulders at arms length before you know it.

“I never understood the concept of hot yoga, but I think I do now.” You shrug off her hands and open your car door, getting all your things inside and sitting on the driver’s side. Nat is quick to run around and hop in, eager to continue messing with you, you assume.

“Shut up.”

“No way! Here I was thinking I had sold you on yoga when in reality Mr. Amazing-Ass was the one to rope you in – oh, wait, you’d like that”

“Oh my god!” You bury your face in your hands at her words. She’s unbelievable. Note to self, never tell Natasha about any fantasies, ever again. “That’s not it!” “Psh, you’re going to tell me you’re not considering yoga anymore?” You remain silent. “You’re seriously going to pretend you’re not going to class on Wednesday to see his fine ass?” She clicks her tongue and her eyebrows arch in that ‘you can’t fool me’ way of hers, her nails tapping over the console, annoying the hell out of you – not the nails, but the fact that she knows she’s right.

“Ugh, whatever,” you mutter, setting the car into drive and pulling out of the parking space and into the not so busy roads.

“Ok then. I’ll let Scott know you’re not making it to his dinner on Wednesday”

You open your mouth to protest, to bite back, anything… But who are you kidding? You’re going to that class.

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You were resting in Corpse as the last few minutes of Wednesday’s class went by. It had been three full weeks of coming to Bucky’s intermediate classes and Saturdays at the park and your progress was incredible. Not only were you learning poses by their name, you felt more relaxed, well rested and flexible – back ache be gone!

Natasha tagged along for a second Saturday, the teasing strong as ever, but she’d thankfully skipped last time. You hoped it would stay that way, there was only so much you could take of her cunning tone. Good thing you didn’t have to deal with her sassy grin at the center on Wednesdays and Fridays. No, those were the days you got Bucky all to yourself… And another 9 people.

But for a moment before class, at Bucky’s request, you and him would go over poses and your progress, so yeah, you did get him a little bit to yourself here and there, and it was both joy and sorrow.

Time with Bucky was great, he just kept adding to the “reasons this man is amazing” list you had started in your head, with his jokes, and his kindness, and, his warm, inviting smile. All of those things were also incredibly hard to ignore, thus making you crush on him harder, which lead to you always stuttering in his presence. Seeing him so much meant more chances to embarrass yourself. A tricky feat for sure.

The class finished up, people filtering out of the room and spilling out into the lobby feeling refreshed. Any other day and you would have waited for Bucky a little longer – discreetly though, always discreetly – but today there were… Some distractions.

He had let his hair down again, oh what you’d give to hold on to it, and his beard was a little trimmed, making him appear stronger if that was even possible, and he’d decided to wear a tank top, showcasing his arms; tempting, mouthwatering, lean muscle. Neither of those could be good for your blood pressure, or your way too imaginative mind.

Besides yoga poses and breathing exercises, you’d also learned, these past weeks, how to shift your focus from Bucky’s body to something else, but just like with your Camel Pose, you still had to practice more to get it perfect.

Thunder and rain greeted you when you walked outside and stood at the entrance. People opening umbrellas and skipping to their cars to get back to their daily activities. You could have sworn the weather app on your phone said sunny, so your umbrella was nowhere to be found, no matter how many times you rummaged your bag in search of it. You groan, right as Bucky walks out and whistles, surprised at the rain. He’d put on a zip up jacket – thank heavens – no hoodie in sight, though.

“Jeez, my phone said it’d be sunny,” he stands there, hands on his hips as he takes in the environment. It’s not too violent of a storm, but definitely strong enough to know you’d be drenched before you made it to your car. A small laugh escapes your lips at his comment.

“Yeah, mine too. Liars.”

“Looks like it’ll be a while…” Bucky says, reaching a hand out of the cover under the entrance of the rec center, getting the tips of his metal fingers wet under the rain. He smiles at the sensation and you’re entranced by how ethereal he looks. The juxtaposition of his hard metal edges, and his soft flesh curves; his chiseled jaw, and tender looks; the authoritative husky voice, giving soft commands... Bucky Barnes was a living poem you wanted to devour.

A shake of your head to get rid of your thoughts, and you wrap your arms around yourself, as if trying to keep all of that in your chest, warning it not to go anywhere without your permission.

Bucky looks at you, and then past you, the smile on his face growing, the now familiar crinkles by his eyes making their grand appearance, and he lifts his chin, as if pointing. There’s a café in the plaza across the street, about half a block away.

“You mind getting a little wet?”

More than I am? You think, and are quick to scold yourself; this is not the time for such thoughts, Bucky just asked you to get coffee with him.

Wait, what? Bucky had asked you to join him for a coffee? You blink, drawing a complete blank. You should say something, and not just any thing. You should say yes. Why are you not speaking?

“Uh, it’s fine, sure,” you eventually spit out, praying the silence wasn’t awkward while your brain rebooted to answer his simple invitation. If he notices your nerves, he doesn’t mention it, instead he shakes his hand, ridding it of the rain droplets, and walks up to you.

Like two teenagers, giggling and hopping over puddles, you huddle under your bags – now makeshift rain covers – rushing to cross the street, and you’re very focused on not slipping and cracking your skull with how clumsy you can be.

No one gets injured in the venture, and you and Bucky enter the warmth of the quaint café, shaking droplets off your hair and shirts on the welcome mat. He bellies up to the counter when it’s your time to order, his hands busy putting his hair up in a bun, and then they rest on the marble, all veins and yet so delicate – you fight away memories from times he’s helped you into positions, his warm hands touching your arm to remind you to straighten or bend it. The coffee shop suddenly feels a little warmer.

He bites his lip as he studies the menu, your eyes running over his side profile. From the tip of his brow bone, down the curve of his nose and the dip of his lips, you follow a single raindrop as it disappears down its course over his cheek. When his azure orbs settle on you, meeting yours, you’re not so gently reminded that staring is creepy, and you should snap out of the trance he puts you in.

Orders are placed, you insist on splitting the bill, and Bucky laughs as he agrees and guides you to a booth. For a while now, all your one on one interactions happen with a heavy chant of a mantra: “focus on something other than Bucky”.

This time around, it’s different.

Sitting in front of him, at a café, really sends you for a loop. There’s no space for any distractions, all that’s left is focusing on Bucky, and with good reason, because before you know it he’s talking, asking about your day and getting to know you, and you’re surprised at how well you manage the nerves and bat away images of him in that tank top doing Crane – you’re going to categorise that as a crime. That man doing anything resembling that pose, is an actual felony.

The rain continues to fall outside, whenever you need a breather from looking at Bucky’s pretty face, you turn to see the cars whizz by, the droplets racing down the windows of the café, and then you stare at your hands, wrapped around a warm beverage, mimicking his hands.

You don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s after endless rounds of jokes and questions, two mugs of something warm for each, and a slice of pie, when you dare ask more about him. So far he’s been doing most of the asking, with you throwing the same question back at him or laughing at his stories. More specifically, you wanted to know how it all happened.

“So how did you end up here? Teaching yoga, loving it so much, tricking me into joining...”

He laughs at that last part, putting his hands up after he places his fork down, tongue poking out to collect crumbs of pie, and you’re almost spiraling. “Hey, no trickery.” There’s that soft smile of his again, his body leaning in, elbows anchoring over the table and he looks adorable with his cheek smushed against his palm when he rests it there. “Well, I guess I have to tell you about this guy,” his flesh hand points to the metal appendage. Black shiny hardware and delicate golden lines. “So, when I was around 20, I joined the army.”

Your eyes widen at the thought.

Bucky is so gentle, so soft and chill. He’s like that jock in college that, despite looking strong, you might find him with a butterfly perched on his index finger as he tells you he’s actually an english major who writes poetry before every game. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, but regardless of that, Bucky is just… Not the type you could see fighting a war, handling guns and having to witness or cause terrible bloodshed on the field.

“It was… Chilling. Wrong place, wrong time kind of thing. A moment of hesitation, and before I knew it… Well, long story short –” he coughs a bit and shifts in his seat – “I got sent back home with less limbs and more confusion than when I left.” He pauses, trying to find the right words, but instead he chuckles and shakes his head, licking his lips. You feel bad for even asking, and reach out an arm to stop him, tell him he doesn’t have to say anything else. His metal hand covers yours on his forearm.

“Bucky…”

“It’s fine, really. I was lucky. A friend of a friend knows the Tony Stark, got a sweet arm and, well… Yoga helped… a lot.” He smiles then, squeezing your hand before letting go. You can sense how the mood shifts, now more relaxed, his shoulders drop back down and his hand isn’t almost clenching into a fist. The smile on his face seems more genuinely happy, and now that you know what not-so-happy Bucky looks like, you can tell with certainty that happiness is your favourite look on him. “It helped me relax, it helped me re-learn my body, this black and gold intruder. I fell in love with it, with how good it could make me feel physically and mentally.”

“That’s why you want people to try it so badly?” he nods.

“I don’t mean to act like I know everything about you, but you looked tense,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “and if anything yoga sets out to do, is remove tension, so I just pushed, and I’m glad!” The two of you laugh at that, you finally let go of his forearm, but it’s not long before Bucky reaches out himself, to grab your hand again. There’s goosebumps raising all over your skin and his smile lets you know it’s all okay.

“I’m glad as well. I really like it, and I can’t lie… It’s helped me a lot.”

He shrugs casually. “Then my job has been done”

“Done? Are you breaking up with me?” You place a hand on your chest, faking offense and his head throws back in laughter at this.

“Never! There’s still a lot more for you to learn. You can’t leave until you can hold King Pigeon for 20 seconds.”

“Gee, I can barely do Table for 10, take it easy, soldier.”

He bursts into laughter again, and now the mood has truly changed.

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You’re glad it keeps raining for another 30 minutes, and that they sell drinks other than coffee at the shop, because you and Bucky are ordering smoothies and chatting away until the sun is almost gone and the puddles on the road are the only proof that there was ever any rain.

Bucky walks you back to your car, still in the middle of a story about his best friend Steve and their college roommate Sam, the first time he saw Bucky with his prosthetic. Your belly aches, maybe because of the butterflies, maybe because of the long time spent in Plank back in class, maybe it hurts of laughter, from your afternoon with Bucky. Either way, it’s a pleasant little burn that you’re taking home with you to dream about, along with images of Bucky biting his lip, and having whipped cream from his coffee, on the tip of his nose.

It’s your turn to bite your lip, when you finally reach your car and it’s time to part ways. After a day like this, it almost hurts to say goodbye, but the day has been too perfect to complain.

“Hey, so… Got any plans Saturday?” He asks, leaning his body over the side of your car. It’s not the best moment to think about how he looks like a model, but the thought runs through your head at the speed of light, too fast to catch it before it makes a ruckus.

“Uh, not really–” you giggle, remembering – “Oh well, duh, yoga. At the park.” Bucky laughs along with you, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head as he stares at his feet. It’s a little dark but you can see a faint tint of red cover his features.

“Well, yeah, I just…” he stumbles over his next words, and you don’t mind one bit. Seeing him a little flustered, when it’s always you scrambling to find words to say, it’s a nice change of pace, though you can’t imagine why he would be flustered. “I was thinking, maybe I can take you up on that offer for coffee after class next Saturday? Like your friend said? I just- uh… You know, j-just us?”

It’s suddenly hard to breathe. None of the techniques come to mind now, and the belly ache is definitely because of the butterflies, because they are wild right now. Out of the blue they have multiplied to thousands and thousands.

“Sure.” You’re 100% sure that your smile reaches from ear to ear and it makes it hard for you to pronounce the short word properly, but Bucky seems to have understood whatever you chirped, and there’s a smile of his, mirroring yours.

“Cool… Uhm, well, see you Friday?”

You nod eagerly. “See you Friday”

You had gotten used to a certain kind of proximity from Bucky. Either because of a pose you weren’t holding right, or had just learned and he was there supervising, or from moments like today, when you somewhat held hands over the table as you sipped your drinks. But none of that compared or could have prepared you for the close proximity that was Bucky leaning in to kiss your cheek. His warmth suddenly almost suffocating, his scent filling your nostrils, the slight stubble tickling you in the most delicious of ways, and the chills running up and down, and up and down your spine.

Soft pink lips, warm and tender, pressing a gentle peck to your cheek, the tip of his nose caressing your face – that’s a memory you want burned into your brain.

It’s over way too quickly, but you’ve registered every detail, and it costs you a lot not to hop on the balls of your feet right there and then. Bucky is waving you goodbye, walking over to his own car, parked on the other end of the lot and you fake cool as you open the door and slide inside.

You wait until the door is closed and allow your brain and your heart a few moments to process what just happened – not just this last bit, the entire afternoon – before you let out a scream, a kick, and a squeal, praying to the world Bucky didn’t see that.

In your thrashing about you almost miss his silhouette punching the air in celebration before he gets in his car as well.

All in all yoga had been a wonderful decision.

Fin.

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Hope you guys liked this! Hnnngg isn’t yogi Bucky the absolute sweetest? You’re welcome to sound off about how you think their coffee date went, I wanna hear your ideas.

I want to hear what you thought of this in general! Please, pretty please, let me know, anything counts! Call me beep me if you wanna reach me.

Have a good day lovelies!

HERES MY ASK (please don’t be rude) ||| here’s my Masterlist

xoxo, L.

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itsbuckysworld masterlist.

Hi guys, this is L! I’ve decided to start early and set up my masterlist from day one lmao. Under the cut are all my works and I’ll keep this list updated with each new writing.

As of right now (FEB 2024) requests are closed and i am in hiatus. i’m always up for a chat tho so here’s my inbox!

Happy reading, have a good day lovelies!

1K Followers Writing Challenge Masterlist here!

Secret Santa Fanfic Exchange Masterlist here!

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SEBASTIAN STAN*

*I no longer write real people fiction.

Studious (College!AU) || part 2 ||

Little Princess (dad!sebastian AU)

Little One (platonic) (Seb x reader x Chris Evans)

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BUCKY BARNES

Together

Gladly, Mrs. Barnes

Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust ( College!AU for the #wsewritingchallenge300)

The Run (for the #wsewritingchallenge300)

Familiar

Deep Breaths *trigger warning

Thou Dost Taketh My Breath Away (Knight!AU for the #augustauwritingchallenge)

Untitled 1 (College!AU. Request from this Random Starters list)

Fixer Upper (for the #softhairbarnes750)

Love Hurts (Boxer!College!Bucky AU)

Come Over, Come Closer (AU!Bucky for Becaamm’s Valentine’s Writing Challenge)

Not Cuddle Weather (for the #HBC Summer Meet Cute Week)

Yoga 101 || pt 1. || pt 2 || (for the #omnomwritingchallenge1.1k )

Two for two (for coffee-with-bucky’s writing challenge: #lyns2019wc)

My son, Spencer (for flightofthefantasies’s #BeatTheHeatChallenge)

Late Night Bangers (Neighbor!AU for elifs2kwritingchallenge)

What’s on your back? (Single Parent!AU for star’s multi fandom writing challenge)

Merry Heist-mas (Secret Agent!AU)

Save a Dance For Me (Royalty!AU for the #CMMSecretSanta event)

UPCOMING BUCKY SERIES

Love, One Shy Guy (TBD hopefully sometime before I die)

The Little Merman (TBD hopefully sometime before I go to hell AFTER I die)

UPCOMING ONE SHOTS

like a gazillion writing challenges

finishing all my hello spring prompts (link below)

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DRABBLES

Drabbles from this Dialogue Prompt List

#6. “This isn’t a conversation we should be having” “please, I just need to know your answer” - with Sebastian

#20. “I Love you” “I Don’t Care Anymore” - with Bucky

#28. "What time?" “Wow, how romantic, I love my girlfriend and our fun dates.” - with Sebastian

#31. “… and then he came up up to me and kissed me until I was-” “I’m going to have to tell you to shut up now.” - with Sebastian

#33. “Stop being seductive” “I was being myself, but okay” - with Bucky

#40. “We’ve been driving for hours, are we nearly there yet?” “I would honestly like to tell you something other than ‘no’, but life is cruel.”” - with Bucky

#45. “I think you’re going to end up getting hurt” “I know. I’m used to it now, it’s fine” - With Sebastian

#51. “Can you give me a massage” “No, because you moan really loud and our neighbors think we’re having sex” - with Sebastian

Drabbles from this prompt list (Bucky only. open for requests. writing on weekends)

#6. I need a place to stay

#16. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed

#19. You’re satan

#47. You're getting a vasectomy. That’s final.

#62. If you can’t sleep... We could have sex?

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DRABBLE NIGHTS:

Little prompts from the prompt list 50 Wordless Ways To Say I Love You. Unfinished. Status: you can still request #50wwtsily

#6. Tucking your head into their neck during a hug

#36: Helping brush their hair after a shower

#40: Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

#49: Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

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Drabbles from this Dialogue Prompt List

#6. “This isn’t a conversation we should be having” “please, I just need to know your answer” - with Sebastian

#20. “I Love you” “I Don’t Care Anymore” - with Bucky

#28. "What time?" “Wow, how romantic, I love my girlfriend and our fun dates.” - with Sebastian

#31. “… and then he came up up to me and kissed me until I was-” “I’m going to have to tell you to shut up now.” - with Sebastian

#33. “Stop being seductive” “I was being myself, but okay” - with Bucky

#40. “We’ve been driving for hours, are we nearly there yet?” “I would honestly like to tell you something other than ‘no’, but life is cruel.”” - with Bucky

#45. “I think you’re going to end up getting hurt” “I know. I’m used to it now, it’s fine” - With Sebastian

#51. “Can you give me a massage” “No, because you moan really loud and our neighbors think we’re having sex” - with Sebastian

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Short Drabble Weekends: from this prompt list (Bucky only. open for requests as of 08-28-19. writing on weekends)

#6. I need a place to stay

#16. You’re getting crumbs all over my bed

#19. You’re satan

#47. You're getting a vasectomy. That’s final.

#62. If you can’t sleep... We could have sex?

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HELLO SPRING MASTERLIST: My works that came out of the hello spring writing event i hosted.

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I’M STILL A BABY IN THE SEBASTIAN STAN WORLD, BUT I’D LOVE TO WRITE ABOUT THE OTHER PAPERS HE’S DONE SO I’LL LET YOU KNOW WHEN I’VE WATCHED ALL THE MOVIES AND SEEN ALL THE TV SHOWS :)

#marvel #masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #avengers #MCU #steve rogers #hi there im new #tony stark #itsbuckysworld #chris evans #sebastian stan au #bucky barnes au

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