#fallinginlovewritingchallenge

[flordeamatista]

qué voy a hacer con mi amor

comfort with ari🥺

Hold Me

pairing: boyfriend!Ari Levinson x reader

concept: Hold me like you can’t let go. 

word count: 900

warnings: Soft Ari, poetic fluff, poetic kisses, You just want to snuggle with him during the cold days

a/n: @treatbuckywkisses I'm always in awe with all of your moodboards and thank you for making this one of my husband. I absolutely adore you.

This is for my entry for @jadedvibes Falling in Love Writing Challenge. Adore you!

Beta by the lovely @writing-for-marvel

Masterlist

Hold me like you can’t let go. 

There are flutters of color in the air, ranging from the brightest crimson to the deepest earth tone. Savoring this moment in slow motion, he watches the petals fall from the branches. He can savor this for as long as he wants as though nature had done it for him.

The end of summer is shrouds in golden hues and golden dreams.

Autumn is the year's crowning achievement, its fruit, and the lilting melody of love. She is a hug for chillier days and a love letter for winter, warming hearts as the seasons turn. 

Now, you rule as queen. 

You've got the season's most gorgeous ensemble on, with a plaid skirt, white sweater, white tights, and knee high boots. 

A single leaf falls from the tree as a tribute to his queen. A way to every corner of the globe for the deserving.  Ari thought you were the most gorgeous woman on the planet.

Since you always present yourself with such poise, it is easy to tell that you are a good person at heart. To put it plainly, you are flawless. You are always one to appreciate the little things in life, and now you can do so while basking in the fall weather and hearing the world around you speak to you through its changing colors and sounds. 

The wind carries your laughter and grin as you close your eyes in the crisp outdoor air. The breezes of autumn bring to light a secret that should be common knowledge. 

However, Ari is in on the secret. 

You. 

His pulse quickens as he realizes the truth: when you find art, you revere its lines. 

After hearing your hum and watching you begin to sway in the midst of the park with the leaves, Ari's face lights  up with joy. He sprints over and snatches you up in his strong arms. Ari can't help but feel an overwhelming urge to hug you and never let go. 

You giggle as you call his name. 

He presses his lips against yours and successfully silences you, even for a moment. "You're so beautiful. Why can't I hold what's mine?"

Everything feels right to him as a crisp breeze blows in and leaves flutter down all about you. 

He is counting on you to protect his heart, to love and cherish him as much as he loves and cherishes you in return. Everything in the world, all he wants to do is walk with you and hold your hand. 

Kiss me like you don’t need air. 

Ari and you are snuggling up by the fire, blankets drapes over your bodies, and you're munching on cookies you made together.  Your body melting into Ari's soulmate stones, linked by time. Scents of their sweetness and coziness permeate the space. 

The first time Ari kissed you, his heart did not burst. In place of fire, there was a sense of calm. 

To be in love, two people should feel safe, secure, and connected to universal peace, able to let go of their fears. 

You have soft, inviting lips, and he can't wait to taste them and brand his lips against them.

You take a nibble and mutter, "Want a bite," as you relish the cookie's sweet flavor. "What?" you blink in confusion.  "What's the matter?”  Ari insists, grin firmly on his face, "Nothing. You've got cookie crumbs on your face." 

Raising your hand, you delicately brushes your mouth. You laugh hysterically and say, "I probably look like a disaster." He brushes the crumbs from your face with the palm of his hand. "Don't worry," he shakes his head.

“Let me clean my mess." A soft whisper escapes his lips. His lips are muffled by your last words as he presses his over yours.

He kisses you, and your hands cradle his jaw as he caresses your mouth and his hands slip down to your butt. He breathes in the scent of your kiss, and he feels your fingers cradling his jaw.

The man is teasing you, and you know it. His soft beard hair tickles your bare lips, causing you to giggle with anticipation.

A kiss might seem ordinary enough on the surface. A season is born when two hearts fall in love with each other.

Ari bites you on the bottom lip. You let out a startling sound that sends chills down his spine. Ari wants to give you the same feeling of warmth that he experiences when he touches you. You are everything he breathes and everything he feels.

His kisses and touches will be the warmth you experience in every grin, every laugh, and every embrace, no matter how chilly it gets or how much dew there is on the ground or how many dead leaves you step on.

Like fire, his love is boundless, and you make it new and without limits. It does not matter how many years pass, your charm remains a magnet for him every season of the year.

Love me as you’d die without me.

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[doasyoudesireandlive]

Falling for you like the leaves do

This is my fic for @jadedvibes cute falling in love writing challenge! Hope you like it!

pairing: college!Stucky x college!reader (platonic.... for now)

Summary: The thermostat in your flat is dead. Will the boys come to your rescue?

Word count: 924

warnings: fluff, cuddling, intoxication, pining, friends to lovers, flirting, they are all idiots in love, shirtless boys.

Autumn was definitely here. Fallen leaves crunching under the sole of your boots, knitted sweaters and hot drinks in front of a lit fireplace. Your favourite time of the year. Being done with the few classes you had to attend today, you’re walking back to your flat. The autumn wind making the tip of your nose rosy and hands cold.

Locking yourself into your apartment, you hum at the temperature inside. Why is it so cold here? What is going on? You look around the flat, checking for open windows. Then you glance at the thermostat. The display is pitch black. You try pressing a few buttons, groaning when you get no response whatsoever. You try calling the janitor, but you’re sent directly to voicemail. You sigh loudly as you flop down on your couch. It really is freezing, goosebumps appearing on your skin. You take out your phone and open the text app.

Y/N:

Hey, Stevie. You and Bucky home? The thermostat in my flat is fucked and its so cold here. Mind if I come over?

You get an answer right away.

Stevie:

hey! Sure, sweetheart. Come over. But bring snacks <3

You chuckle. Snacks it is. You pack a few things in your bag, and head to the store. You buy the boys’ favourite snacks and head over to their flat.

You ring the doorbell and wait. Quickly smoothing down your hair and glancing over your own outfit before the door opens. The sight that meets you make you gasp.

“My sweetest Blossom” a tipsy, shirtless Bucky greets you. Now you get why you had to bring snacks. Bucky and Steve are hungry drunks.

Bucky pulls you in to the flat and hugs you. The smell of cologne and something that is just Bucky makes your heart flutter. He holds you tightly, and ends the hug with a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You are pretty sure he was aiming for your cheek, but hey, he’s drunk as a skunk.

“Bucky, you flirt” you shove him playfully.

“And don’t you love it, doll” Bucky says, winking at you.

Steve comes from the kitchen, a pack of beers in his hand.

“Heeeey, baby! You’re here!” He runs towards you, lifting you up and embracing you in a big hug.

Giggling, you snuggle against him and wrap your legs around his torso.

“I’ve missed youuuu, you smell so goooood” Steve slurs, rubbing his nose on the side of your neck. You very ticklish so by now you are laughing wholeheartedly.

Steve finally puts you down, and his hands come up to cup your face. He moves closer, the tips of your noses touching. He stares into your eyes, but your eyes flicker down to his mouth. He’s not gonna kiss you, is he? The timbre of his voice pulls you back to reality.

“Baby…. You brought the snacks right?” You actually feel disappointed when he pulls back.

Clearing your throat, you point to the bag by the door. You dropped it there when Bucky dragged you in.

“yaaay, snacks!! Thank youuuuuu, I looove you” Steve is peppering your face with kisses, one of them right on your mouth. You gasp, but Steve doesn’t even notice. He’s already pulling out the snacks from the bag.

“Wanna watch a movie, doll?” Bucky throws his arm over your shoulder. “You can choose?” his ocean blue eyes meet yours. “Please?” He puts on a puppy dog pout.

You laugh. “Of course, pretty boy” you put your finger under his chin and smirk at him. His eyes flicker down to your lips and a blush creeps up his neck.

“Well after you then, blossom” he kisses your cheek, leading you towards the couch.

All three of you plop down on the couch, and you scroll until you find a gory horror movie. Nothing screams cozy autumn like a horror movie. Drinking beer and eating snacks soon gives you nice buzz.

The boys are still shirtless, it’s so hot in the flat. Your boots and knitted sweater discharged long ago. You sit comfortably, tucked into Bucky’s side, his right arm holding you close. Feet in Steve’s lap.

Steve runs his hand up and down your leg, almost absent-minded while you watch the movie.

You can’t focus on the movie tho. The butterflies in your stomach being very busy having a mosh pit. Bucky can feel you tensing up.

“Scary, doll?” he whispers in your ear, tugging you closer to lay your head on his chest. You simply hum, the intimate action making you swoon.

You start to feel sleepy, the comfort of Bucky’s chest calming you down. You start to nod off, when Steve crawls into Bucky’s lap as well, laying his head beside yours. Bucky plant kisses on both your heads and you fall asleep as Steve’s arm wrap around you.

You wake up. Not remembering where you are, you tense up. Then the warmth and light snores brings you back to the present. Bucky and Steve looks beautiful. You glance down and your breath hitches when you see their fingers intertwined, holding you close.

You tip your head up, kissing Bucky – a feather light kiss ghosting over the corner of his mouth. Then you lean down and do the same to Steve, the intimacy making your heart race in your chest.

Laying down on Bucky’s chest again, you whisper

“I’m falling in love with you… both of you.” Snuggling closer you drift into sleep again, warm and content.

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[nekoannie-chan]

You still love me

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 1179 words.

Summary: The Accords cause you and Steve separate for a while.

Warnings: Angst, but a happy ending.

A/N: This is my gift to @jadedvibes’ Falling in love Writing Challenge.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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Every day when you woke up, you liked to watch Steve while he was still sleeping, you were so happy with him. You could even remember when you fell in love with him.

However, the day everything changed, you realized that something would happen because when you woke up, you felt something different in the atmosphere.

Sometimes you wished your powers were precognition instead of retrocognition.

You grabbed one of the ties that Tony had tossed into the living room, and that's when you saw what had happened. Unbeknownst to anyone, Tony had met with Ross, the images after that were a little hazy, but you knew it wasn't good.

Two days after you had the vision, Stark brought them together, Ross wanted to see them all. Steve took your hand as he noticed how tense you were when you heard that man speak, you glared at the documents when he left, you needed to know exactly what was stated there.

You were horrified when you read the Agreements, if you decided to sign them, it meant you were agreeing to be locked up in the Garland Detention Center.

When you were a child, you heard about that place, if any mutant was locked up there...they were never heard from again, it was a place where they experimented on mutants.

The center was supposed to have been closed after the anti-mutant laws were retracted. You knew that some mutants had regrouped and lived in peace, and others worked for S.H.I.E.L.D. and similar organizations.

For the past twenty years, humans, mutants, and other beings had lived together in peace and harmony, up to that point. What they wanted to start was another hell.

Another fear was beginning to appear as well, whose side would Steve be on?

You were too afraid to ask him, however, that night, he began to talk about it.

“Steve, I can't sign that, it's a death sentence, it looks like they want to wipe out mutants... again," you said almost in tears.

“We won't sign it, it goes against everything we are supposed to do and what the Avengers are all about," Steve assured.

“What will we do? We'll lose everything," you whispered.

Steve caressed your face, wiping away your tears, he had always hated it when something made you cry, he didn't like you to suffer or be hurt.

“I'm going to protect you, nothing bad will happen, I promise.

It was confusing what had happened, Tony's damn robots wouldn't let you leave, you were trying to think how to escape, you knew that at any moment they would arrive to take you to the Garland Detention Center, you were not going to allow it, somehow you would run away.

You were startled when you heard the noise outside the room, however, you felt calm when you saw that it was Steve, he had come for you.

“We have to hurry, it won't take them long to notice, Clint went for Wanda," Steve explained quickly.

You arrived at a place you didn't know; however, someone was already waiting for them, and you felt relieved when you realized that they were also mutants.

“You'll be safe here, I know it's difficult, but no one knows about this place.”

“But Steve...”

“No buts, I promised you I was going to protect you.”

“Y/N will be fine here, Captain, we'll make sure of that, “Clarice said.

Two months had passed since you last saw Steve, and you hadn't heard from him.

You had even snuck out once and called the mobile phone number, but you found out it was in Stark's hands, you got rid of that mobile phone, you weren't going to let them track you down and find you.

You knew you were a fugitive, but you preferred that to betray the mutant community.

You peeked through the peephole, it wasn't Steve, but you knew the woman who was there.

You felt as if the world stopped when you heard what she told you, everything seemed to indicate that Steve had not kept his promise, but you didn't understand the reasons why he helped you either.

After Sharon left, you were left there, sitting on the couch in the foyer with a broken heart. As soon as the other mutants noticed, they made an effort to comfort you.

“I can ask Marcos to roast him when we see him “Lorna offered.

“Lorna “Marcos caught her eye.

“What? I'm trying to be nice, maybe that will help him Y/N and feel better," Polaris excused himself.

“Don't mind Lorna, I can give him a beating he'll never forget in his life “John said.

“I don't think any of that is necessary, in time everything will be fine and well, I don't know, I don't know, I'm confused.”

The only good thing about the whole situation was that you had a new family, people who were like you and accepted you, and you knew they would never betray you.

4 years later

You began to hear a lot of noise on the lower floor, although none of the alarms had sounded, so it might not be something important that put them in danger, however, the voices were getting louder, you decided to peek out, as a precaution and see if you could somehow help.

It took you a few seconds to understand what was happening, you even thought that your mind was playing a bad trick on you, there was Steve, but he looked very different from how you remembered him, and you swallowed saliva.

You heard that he wanted to talk to you, but the women were refusing, they were not going to let him hurt you again. It was better to put an end to the situation.

“Clarice, Lorna, Lauren, it's okay, it's not necessary," you said. They began to protest. “I'm going to talk to him, if I need you, I'll tell them.”

The women looked at each other, but left you alone with him, although they stayed close by just in case.

“What do you want? “you asked sharply.

“I found a place..." Steve began to speak, though he was puzzled by your attitude.

“Are you taking your girlfriend? "

“My girlfriend? Y/N, you are," Steve was now too confused.

“The blonde woman, you know, Sharon.”

“I haven't seen Sharon since we escaped from Germany," he clarified.

“She came over, and told me you were together.”

“You can see for yourself, you can see everything I've been through since I left you with them," Steve defended himself firmly, you knew he meant for you to use your power. "I know you still love me.”

You thought for a few seconds, using your powers was the only way you would know the truth, you put your hand on his arm and that's when you saw everything that had happened after he had left you there. He had told you the truth.

It took you a couple of hours to convince everyone of what had happened.

Steve Rogers always kept his promises.

#falling in love writing challenge #fallinginlovewritingchallenge #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x mutant reader

[jobean12-blog]

Falling All Over Again

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader 

Word Count: 1,719

Summary: You and Eddie have a very fall adventure. 

Author’s Note: This is for my sweet and lovely friend Jade @jadedvibes and her Falling In Love Writing Challenge. I wanted to write something soft and sweet and fun with Eddie and I thought playing in the leaves would be something he’d love to do. Thank you for hosting my love! Really enjoyed this one and thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you love! 🥰 PS the italics are word for word from ‘The Hobbit’ - so THANK YOU to my fave author, J.R.R Tolkien. 

Warnings: soft, sweet and fun fluff, some teasing and silliness, implied sexy times and one curse (maybe more haha but I think just one :) 

Gif NOT MINE: Credit goes to @robinbuck thank you sweets 🥰

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Kinktober Masterlist 2022

“That leaves you just ten minutes. You will have to run,” said Gandalf.

“But---,” said Bilbo.

“No time for it,” said the Wizard.

“But---,” said Bilbo again.

“No time for that either! Off you go!”

You giggle at Eddie and his ‘Gandalf’ voice as he reads, each word booming out deep and low.

Till the end of his days Bilbo could never remember how he found himself outside, without a hat, a walking-stick or any money, or anything he usually took when he went out; leaving his second-breakfast half-finished and quite unwashed up, pushing his keys into Gandalf’s hands, and running as fast as his furry feet could carry him down the lane, past the great Mill, across The Water, and then on for a mile or more.

“I love that part!” you cheer as your hand slides up his chest and into his hair.

“Me too,” Eddie agrees, turning to the next page of ‘The Hobbit.’

You mindlessly twirl your finger around one of his curls then suddenly give it a sharp tug when you interrupt his reading and exclaim, “let’s go play in the leaves Eddie!”

He drops the book to the bed and wraps his arm more tightly around your waist so he can pull you on top of him.

“Are you looking for an adventure?” he says in his Gandalf voice, his eyebrows wagging.

You bury your face in his chest with a laugh, only lifting it because his fingers dance down your sides in a threating manner.

“Eddie,” you warn, tone suddenly serious. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what sweetheart?” he asks innocently as his fingers slip under his hellfire shirt that you’re wearing.

“Please!” you squeak, trying to win him over with a pout.

“Oh no, no. None of that princess,” he croons, kissing your lips.

He flips you over, pinning you under him and pressing you into the mattress. His fingers graze your sides as they move higher, caressing your soft skin.

You giggle against his lips, squirming when he gives you a light poke.

“Are you going to come play in the leaves with me?” you ask, your eyes still closed from the kiss and your noses brushing.

“Well,” he starts as his nose gently runs across your jaw and his lips find your neck. “We’ve only had one fuck. What about a second fuck?”

You burst into a fit of laughter that only gets louder as his fingers lightly tease your skin.

“Oh my god,” you squeal. “I can’t believe you just said that!”

He tickles you more and not just with his hands. His warm breath fans across your neck, his lips finding all the right spots and applying just right amount of pressure to have you gasping for air.

“EDDIE!”

He let’s up, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head before his warm gaze settles on your face.

“I can’t believe I just said that either,” he admits with a cheeky grin.

“I love you Eddie,” you whisper.

“Not as much as I love you,” he answers before pressing his lips to yours.

Crunch! Crunch! Crunch, crunch, crunchhhhhh!!!

Each step you take is calculated as you hop from one large brown leaf the next, each one making a loud crunching sound. Eddie’s hand is closed tightly around yours as he follows suit next to you, his hair bouncing with each movement.

His reeboks have leaves stuck to them and there’s even one in his hair. You stop and pull him toward you, reaching up to pluck the leaf free.

You continue walking hand in hand and jumping from one small pile of leaves to the next. The wind picks up, blowing chill across your faces and carrying the scent of damp earth and the musky-sweet smell of decaying plant life.

The bottoms of the tree trunks are cloaked in a light gray mist, but the brightly colored leaves standout even as they float to the ground.

“This one is so pretty,” you muse, twirling a bright red leaf between your fingers.

He studies it, then looks at you, picking the leaf from your hand and sticking it behind your ear like a flower.

“Now you look like a proper hobbit,” he teases.

The woods are quiet other than the sounds of the chirping insects and singing birds and the crunching of your feet.

“I wish we had a pile to jump in!” you sigh as you kick at the leaves along the ground.

“I’ll make you a pile of leaves,” Eddie says with determination. “The biggest pile of leaves you’ve ever seen!”

He runs off back toward his trailer, crunching the whole way and you follow with a smile, watching as he searches around for the rake.

“Got it!” he shouts and immediately gets to work.

“Let me help!” you say as you follow him around. “Do you have another rake?”

“Nah sweetheart,” just relax. “I got it.”

You sit on the couch on the small porch and watch with amusement as he dances around collecting leaves. He’s singing loudly, his voice carrying through the quiet of the trailer park and you find yourself joining in.

“Almost done,” he winks.

The pile of leaves is as tall as he is and you can’t contain your excitement.

“OH MY GOD Eddie! It’s HUGE!”

He turns to you, his eyes bright with mischief and his smile wide.

“That’s what she said,” he cackles before running at you and grabbing you around the waist.

With a hard tug he pulls you toward the pile and makes a leap, the momentum taking you with him.

You both disappear into the colors, surrounded by that familiar smell of decomposing leaves and earth.

When you pop back up he’s still under the pile and then you feel a tug at your leg and let out a scream. He pops up, leaves stuck this way and that in his hair and his eyes still sparkling with mischief.

He dives under again and grabs your leg to pull you down. You vanish on a yelp, flailing about until you break free again and try to escape.

You make it out, a trail of leaves following behind you and turn around. You can’t see Eddie and the pile of leaves is motionless.

“Eddie,” you whisper, a slight tremble running through you when the wind blows.

Your eyes dart around the park but you see no one and it’s eerily silent. Taking a small and tentative step toward the leaf pile you call his name again, bracing yourself. He flies up on a yell and you scream, nearly falling backward.

He hurriedly crawls out of the leaves, trying his best to contain his laughter. You glare at him and when he wraps you up in his arms you rest your head against his chest and mumble, “you’re such a butthead!”

“I’m sorry princess! I couldn’t resist!”

He takes your hand and leads you away, stomping on every leaf he sees.

“I forgot how fun this was,” he says, tucking you under his arm. “Come on.”

He leads you toward the van and opens the back doors before helping you inside. With a long stretch he leans back and turns on the string of lights that hang just behind the front seats and then adjusts the blanket.

You sit with your feet dangling over the edge, your body pressed into Eddie’s while he strums his acoustic. The sun is disappearing behind the tall trees and setting their long black shadows dancing along the scattered leaves.

The pink and orange hues in the sky are quickly being blotted out by the gray clouds that now roll in, heavy with rain.

“Fall is really here,” you whisper.

When you turn toward Eddie his gaze is fixed on you, his eyes soft as they wander over your face.

“Everything is going to sleep,” he says, his fingers moving effortlessly over the strings.

He’s just dipping his head to kiss you when the first raindrop falls, fat and heavy and cold. It plops against your shoe and then the rest follow. You both laugh and scoot backward into the safety of the van.

Eddie lays down his guitar and wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for the kiss that was interrupted by the rain. The drops clink and clang along the metal roof of the van and softer against the wet leaves.

You feel his smile before he pulls away, his expression once again filled with mischief.

“Eddie…?”

He looks around, his smile widening when he spots a large puddle. He takes off out of the back of the van and jumps into the center with both feet, splashing the water all around him. He whoops in delight and jumps again.

His hair is soaked and stuck to his face and his clothes cling to his body. You look him over as he lifts his face to the rain and spins around.

“Come on princess,” he shouts. “It’s magic!”

He brings his eyes back to you, his arm outstretched and his hand open invitingly. You hop out, your feet sticking to the sloshy ground before you launch yourself at him. He takes you in his arms and spins you around, stomping his feet and spraying the water around your legs.

You slowly slide down his body until your feet touch the ground, the raindrops rolling along his skin and making his bangs stick to his forehead. You lift your fingers to brush the hair from his face, following the path of a raindrop as it flows over his lips and down his neck. His long, dark eyelashes are spikey and stuck together and his curls are hanging more loosely around his face.

“Just when I think…” he starts in a whisper, swallowing hard and closing what little space is left between you, “I…I keep falling in love with you all over again.”  

His thumb ghosts along the outline of your parted lips, your soft gasp audible even over the rain, before he cradles your face in his hands and dips his head. He holds you, just a breath away, his eyes bright with emotion as they search your face, before his lips are a gentle weight against yours, cold and wet but sending a rush of warmth all over.

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[writing-for-marvel]

🍁 Fall Vibes 🍁

Are you having apple cider with Bucky?

Or making pumpkin pie with Steve?

Rogers Family Recipe

(The Fall Edition)

Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

< < PART 1 (The Cookie Edition)

Summary: As the season changes to a rustling fall, a new wave of homesickness overcomes Steve.

Warnings: homesick Stevie, a tinge of angst for like 0.5 seconds, hurt comfort, fluff, implied sex

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: this is my entry for the beatiful @jadedvibes’s Falling In Love writing challenge. This can absolutely be read on its own, even though it’s technically a sequel. Thank you for this lovely ask Navy 🧡 this actually gave me inspiration which I have been severely lacking lately. Banners by @maysdigitalarts

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The sweltering and bright summer transitioned almost overnight to a crisp and vibrant fall. A layer of orange leaves crunched underfoot everywhere you went and the scarf and pair of gloves which had migrated to the back of your closet over the warmer months saw the first rays of daylight since the frosty winter thawed to a blooming spring earlier in the year.

With the change in season, also came a shift in Steve’s mood. He had been making progress in adapting to life in the twenty-first century, but in the week since temperatures started declining and the leaves turned orange, he had locked himself in his apartment and not spoken a word to anyone.

As you opened Steve’s front door with the key you used a lot more than just for the emergencies you had initially been bestowed with it for, you noticed the state of disarray his kitchen was in. Messy bowls and spoons littered the sink, flour sprinkled the floor and splotches of sticky pastry dough were smeared on the countertop.

“Stevie, it’s just me.” You called into the otherwise silent apartment, hesitating a moment at his front door to hear his usual response welcoming you further inside. However, his reply never came.

As you walked slowly into the sitting room, it hit you how much effort Steve had made in the past few months to incorporate more modern, yet cosy furnishings in his apartment, which gave the feeling that it was indeed his home rather than a temporary safe house, something he had struggled to come to terms with after waking up from the ice.

A twinge of guilt speared into your stomach at the thought that perhaps your suggestion of updating his decor when he wasn’t quite ready for that step was the reason for this new wave of homesickness.

The creek of a door opening pulled your attention back into reality. A large figure emerged from the bedroom, shoulders slumped, dragging wool sock covered feet along the hardwood floor, bundled up in an oversized sweater.

With a distinct forlorn expression, Steve’s eyes finally met with yours. Though his eyes remained sad, the twinkle of recognition that you were the one coming to check on him was hard to miss.

He mumbled his greeting from the other side of the room and mentally you scolded yourself for not coming around sooner.

“You wanna talk about it?” You asked in a soft tone, and with a quiver of his lower lip, Steve shook his head. As if you were capable of predicting the future, in the moment before his eyes brimmed with tears, you had bound over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a tight hug and snuggling into his cosy sweater.

With a sniffle, Steve buried his head in the crook of your neck, hands reaching around you and grasping onto your sweater for dear life.

You slowly rubbed circles on his back, whispering sweet nothings into his ear until he felt comfortable to either speak or let you go. You were determined to be there for as long as he needed you - the past week you had wanted to keep your space as to not overwhelm him, he had asked for time that day you both acknowledged your feelings a couple months ago, and you didn’t want to pressure him, or overstep in your position as a friend. But now seeing how miserable he truly was, you cursed yourself for not following your instincts.

“Ma’s favourite season was fall. Bucky too.” Steve disclosed tentatively without pulling away from the warmth and comfort of your body. After a moment of further hesitation, he continued with a crack of vulnerability in his voice. “Would you help me make Ma’s famous pumpkin pie? She always made it once October came around, and I’ve tried to recreate it, but failed miserably.”

Suddenly the mess in the kitchen made much more sense.

You weren’t sure you would ever be able to say no to your Stevie, but when he allowed you to pull back from his embrace, the desolation flooding his eyes fractured your heart, and you were positive you’d sell your soul for him to be happy again.

“Of course we can, today’s all about curing your homesickness.”

After doing a hasty clean up of the kitchen, and a quick run to the grocery store for more ingredients, Steve was already looking more at ease. You both had fun making the pie together, hands occasionally touching as you went to grab the same item, and smearing pastry dough on each other's noses. There were multiple moments throughout the day where you genuinely thought Steve had forgotten about being homesick.

Though you spent the afternoon reminiscing about the 40’s whilst making his Ma’s pumpkin pie recipe from scratch, Steve’s mood had completely inverted from that morning by the time the pie was placed in the oven. Your theory was because he finally had some company and wasn’t wallowing around his messy apartment by himself. If you had asked Steve, he would have advised that it was because he was spending time with you, the woman he had fallen in love with over the past few months.

It was as you were cleaning up the mess in the kitchen that Steve could finally reflect on the events of the day, and the progress he had made since finding himself in this modern age. You had been an instrumental part of him acclimatising to this new world - Steve would never have made as much headway without your patience and consideration, and now he had experienced life with you, he didn’t want to go back to a time where he was without you.

“Thank you for consoling me today, I didn’t even have to ask for you to come over, and yet you came anyway. Sometimes I need to remind myself that I don’t have to go through everything on my own.” Steve said over his shoulder as you were by the sink and he was wiping the counter.

Taking your hands out of the warm, soapy water, you turned to him, wiping the suds off with a hand towel as you spoke.

“Progress isn’t linear, Stevie - there will be harder days, where absolutely everything reminds you of the past, good days where you think there won’t be any more bad days, but I promise you, you have come so far from that day in Times Square, and I will be here in any capacity you need me to be.”

“In any capacity?” A cheeky grin spread on his face.

“You can have me however you want me, Captain.”

“Doll, you must know that I want you in every way.” Steve stated with such sincerity that your knees felt weak. “In a world that is so foreign to me, that’s full of daunting new milestones, and where I feel so out of place sometimes, I always feel safe with you.” With a jubilant smile, Steve reached out and grabbed your hands, pulling you closer to him.

You could have kissed him, you wanted to kiss him, but you had made a promise with yourself that you would take it slow with Steve, let him set the pace.

“Part of me feels guilty for moving on with my life, and that I haven’t rightly earned my place here. But having spent today with you after isolating myself for the last week wishing I was back in the 40’s, it's helped me realise that it doesn’t matter what time period I’m in, it’s not until I’m with you that I truly feel at home.”

Warmth rose up through your chest and butterflies fluttered in your stomach. You were his home, as he was for you.

You wanted to find the right words to convey exactly how you felt, though you thought saying you had fallen in love with him might just scare him off before he was actually yours.

“Stevie, I have never cared about anyone more than I care about you.” You squeezed his hands and poured all your earnestness into making sure he believed your words. “But I don’t want to rush you - I’m not going anywhere, you take all the time you need, I know you’ll be worth the wait.” If it were possible Steve’s smile grew even wider, and the tips of his cheeks flushed bright red.

“I don’t want to wait any more, doll. It took me almost a hundred years to find the girl of my dreams, I don’t plan on wasting any more time with you.” Steve Rogers was no liar, and this instance was no exception. True to his word, in that moment he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulled your body flush with his, and kissed you.

As his tongue slipped into your mouth, his hands found their way under your sweater, cool against your back. It wasn’t long until he lifted you to sit on the counter, and you were fiddling with the hem of his sweater as Steve placed teasing kisses down your neck.

When the buzzer of the oven timer finally sounded, the pumpkin pie fully cooked, you were both too caught up in each other to notice.

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The List (Bucky Barnes x Reader One shot)

Hiii! This is my entry for @jadedvibes Falling In Love Writing Challenge. I actually have this idea in my head for a while but I was hesitant to write since in my country. We do not have a "Fall Season". We only have rainy and summer season. I had to do a bit of research. I hope you guys likes it and sorry for any errors. - J xxx

Summary: Bucky Barnes knows what's coming when Fall comes. He didn't want to let himself be affected anymore. He wanted a change. So he made plans, a things to do list. He just hope he could go through with it.

Warnings: Fluff and a bit of ANGSTS. Mentions of motorcycle accident and a disabled character is in the story. If you find these triggering please read with caution.

Words: 4.2k

Bucky has a plan. A list of things to do.

For the first time in over a hundred years that he had lived, despite 70 of them living in captivity, brainwashed and in cryo, he had plans that didn't involve any fighting at all.

This is something Bucky would love to go through over and over again. Even if it's an indication that winter is just closeby. The worst of seasons for him were nightmares that plagued him and raged on furiously as if in a hurry to push Bucky back to the darkness he tried not to drown in. Where the past whispers things that weren’t true but Bucky would believe them, after all the world still sees him that way. Even after the good he tried to do, even after trying to amend his failures and past, even if he has a solid friendship with the new Captain America. Even then, Bucky would happily go through this.

After all, it brought him to you.

Fall usually is where he starts to prepare to ‘hibernate’ as Sam calls it. Teasing him on it and calling him Ice Bear (Sam explained it was from a cartoon which Bucky tried to watch when Sam wasn't around. He kind of liked it better than being called Tin Man but he wouldn’t admit that.) Between those times, Bucky becomes closed off, silent and irritable to end missions. Sam learned that the hard way when they settled to a routine after the Flag Smashers and John Walker debacle.

Even when he shipped off Bucky to Louisiana so that fall and winter wouldn’t actually bother him. Bucky just knew when the season’s changed. He hates the cold and he just reverts back to prepare for hibernation and isolate himself. So when Fall comes, Bucky tries to soldier on and when Winter finally comes. He retreats to his broken down Brooklyn apartment and just be.

Bucky never really tells Sam what he does during that time. He didn’t want to tell Sam that each night, he had a hard time choosing between suffering a nightmare or having the urge to destroy. He had a hard time controlling the voices inside his head that sounded like him but not at all. Bucky is honestly getting tired of that.

His new therapist, the one he chose for himself after the government told him he can, told him that he could take his time. When he voiced his frustration (something he cannot do before and now he is trying to), the doctor assured him that it's okay not to rush. After all, he now has the power to plan or choose for his life.

So that's what Bucky did, make plans. A list of some sort, he sometimes wishes Yuri was there since he was the one who helped him last time on a personal list he made alongside the list of people he had to apologize to. But that is something that he cannot control.

He created a list one night, a few weeks before October comes. He doesn’t want to stay in, so he has to plan things to do to force himself to go out.

Try to take a walk in the morning.

Be Spontaneous.

Eat in a new place.

Try those pumpkin spice latte

Buy a new book.

Feed the birds in the park.

Meet up with Sam and Torres

Try to meet someone new.

There are a lot of tries but he took his time on his list. It might be short but Bucky was proud of it himself and he was just eager to do the list. He didn't think it would bring him to you. His doll. His best friend. His everything.

It was funny though because coincidentally, you have a list of your own similar to his. You have your own demons to face and like Bucky, you tried to create a list to push yourself out there. 

You bumped into him as Bucky was too busy looking down on his shoes trying not to flinch every few minutes of kids running around the park. While your head was down trying to fumble  with your earphones because you never really got accustomed to how noisy New York is. Though Bucky saw you or more like sensed you before the both of you collided and when he looked up.

He could have easily dodged and went out his way. He has the strength and the speed to do that but he found himself rooted in place as he just stared. Despite everything, he still has a staring problem. He was trying not to do it but there he was caught up on you.

You lifted the earphones on your eye level this time, trying to detangle the knots, your mouth pursed cutely. Your eyes fixated on it and Bucky knew you didn’t see him. Your brows scrunched together cutely and cute little whimpers came out of you. 

“Come on,” You cutely muttered as you pouted at the stubborn earphones. Bucky can’t help the twitching of his mouth as you neared completely oblivious to the 6 foot wall standing still in the middle of the park road.

He doesn’t even know why he stopped or why he let him happen. Maybe because Bucky saw something in you, something in your eyes that looked familiar to him. Despite your worry over your earphones, your eyes still darted to the side when a loud noise caught your attention. Your movements are a bit skittish.

As if you just forced yourself out to walk, just like him. Though Bucky has no time to observe you further because there was a thump against his chest and a small gasp as he looked down at the same time you looked up.

Your eyes wide as the earphones clattered on the ground between the two of you and something else fell off your hands. 

“Oh, I-I’m so—rry,” You trailed off as you stared at him wide eyed. Recognition flashing before your eyes and for a moment Bucky held his breath. Waiting for the fear or disgust or hostility yet you surprised him as your eyes warmed a bit before it became shy. You took a small step back as you put your hands over your chest.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching where I am going– oh! My earphones,” you said as you crouched down but then winced a bit as you clutched onto your right leg. Bucky could hear an audible click that sounded like metal from it.

“I’ll get it for you,” He mumbled as he bent down to retrieve the earphones and not noticing the piece of paper. He picked it up and held it out for you as you thanked him. The earphones, surprisingly untangled now as you looked at in surprise. Bucky continued to stare at you, as you pulled out your phone and plugged it in. Though you had to shift a bit and Bucky heard that audible click again and you winced one more time clutching your right leg.

“Are you okay?” Bucky can’t help but ask as you look back at him surprised and confused. Bucky then motioned to your right leg and you followed it. Something changed in your expression but then it settled into a small shy smile as you looked back at him.

“I think, out of all people, you would know,” You told him as you glanced at his left arm, his metal arm.

Bucky looked down at it and clenched his gloved hand. The plates shifted as he did so, realizing what you were saying. You lost it and Bucky assumed that the metal clicking is your prosthetics.

“I-I’m sorry if you I made—”

“No worries. I should be the one to apologize. You might have been trying to take a quiet stroll and— I’ll just leave you to it,” you said in a small voice as you started to move past him. You limped a bit before it settled into a normal pacing. “Thank you for this!” You waved the earphones and then continued your way.

Bucky watched you go and glanced down at his hand but then he saw something else on the floor. A piece of paper. Curiously he bent down to retrieve it and opened it to see a list almost as similar as his own. Though he can’t help but chuckle. It's more of a reprimanding list than an actual list. He also assumed the name written was yours. The first one is already crossed out.

Take a fucking walk in the park, Y/N

Try to be outgoing, yes? Live a little,

Eat other things rather than those takeouts. STOP BEING LAZY.

Give the pumpkin spice latte a taste. Indulge your brother and his basic ass.

Finally buy that series you wanted.

Try to overcome your fear of pigeons and feed them. Count it as a good deed.

Meet with Patricia and Christine. They have been nagging you not to hibernate again.

This is wishful, fall in love. If someone would take up a girl missing her right leg. Sure.

His brows raised at the last one. Huh. That sounded—

“Hi! Did you see— oh!” Bucky looked up to see back in front of him again. Your eyes wide, your hair a bit disheveled (maybe because you panicked a bit when you couldn't find the paper.), one bud of the earphone already on your eye while the other dangles and you were breathing hard as if you ran. “You saw my list,”

Bucky jumped a bit as he blinked and immediately handed it to you.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to read it over. It was just—I’m sorry,” He finished lamely as you took it gingerly from him.

“N-No it’s okay. I was just— this is just— you know what, thank you again,” You stuttered out as Bucky looked at you biting your lip. He felt the twitch in his mouth again. Then you stuffed it in your pocket carefully before turning around.

Now Bucky could have let you walk away but something about this moment pushed him to call out to you. Since number one on his list is finished, maybe moved on to number 2? 2. Be spontaneous.

“Y/N,” he called out your name hoping he was pronouncing it right. You immediately turned around, shock evident on your face.

“Hi,” you answered. It sounded like it was an automatic response judging by the way you said it with a jump. Bucky can’t help but huff out a chuckle before he clears his throat.

“Hi, I’m James Barnes—,” He started.

“I know,” You mumbled. 

Bucky then nodded caught off guard but then he soldiered on. 

“Right, I– ummm– I didn’t mean to know your name or read the list but I also have one,” He stuttered out as he pulled out his little notebook. A small black one, gifted by Sarah. It is where Bucky usually places important things he has to remember and do. He quickly flipped through the pages from the bank account of his pension and money he receives from his work with Sam. Then the numbers of selected people he wanted to contact (For the life of him, he is still having a hard time storing numbers in his phone). Then finally his list.

You patiently watched him fumble and when he looked up. You were already looking down at the list he presented to you. You tilted your head a bit as you read over it.

“I-I was wondering if you know– you want to do it together?” He mumbled as you looked up at him. For a moment the two of you just stared at each other. Bucky now felt himself being drawn in your eyes. He can’t help but admire it as the New York's sun illuminated it making it glow more as you regard him. After a while of you staring, he started to feel the heat on his cheeks. He was tempted to look away but he didn’t. He didn’t want to.

You were silent for a while until your mouth twitched and slowly it lifted to a small smile.

“You are doing your number 2?” You asked him and Bucky couldn't help but return it as he nodded. “Well, lucky. I’m doing mine too,”

Bucky can’t help but chuckle as your pulled out the bud of the earphones out of your ears and stuffed it in your pocket.

“What should we do then James?” You asked as he tucked his notebook inside his pocket. He looked around and sighed. Trying to think of something.

“I don’t know but I would love to have your number first,” He managed to say. Thanking the Gods he didn’t stutter and that made you giggle.

“Smooth,” You told him as you offered your hand. He looked at it confused and you only giggled at him. “I need to put my number in your phone,”

“Oh,” he fumbled around trying to find that damn smartphone Sam forced him to buy in exchange with the flip phone he was using before. He pulled it out and unlocked it.

Quickly you typed in your number but then Bucky heard you gasp.

“What’s wrong?”

“You don’t have any numbers in your contacts?” You said as you looked up. “Aren’t you supposed to have, I don’t know, Captain America’s number?”

“Do you want his number?” Bucky asked and you quickly shook your head.

“Nope, I got the number I want,” you told him as you continued to fiddle with his phone. You gave it back to him and pulled out your phone. He was about to look into it when his screen flashed with someone calling and your name flashed on the screen. Your full name.

“That’s my name, if you want to know,” You pointed out and ended the call. Then you fiddled with yours and turned around to show his name on your phone.

James Barnes :)

“Now you have my number, do you have anything in mind?” You asked as he regarded you for a moment before something came to mind. Something he wanted to do yet didn’t want to do it alone.

“Have you been to the aquarium?”

The rest was history and it has been a year since that happened. The both of you had gone through the list. You both hated pumpkin spice latte (which you boasted against your brother, who grumpily accepted defeat), Bucky discovered his love for Filipino food and you discovered your love for Romanian food. You finally bought the Lord of the Rings series in which you and Buck took turns to read into. Then the spontaneous trip in the Aquarium was a bust(You both decided to go in a different date than the day you both met) because Bucky got recognized and the both of you ended up feeding the pigeons instead (You promised Bucky to not show the video of you screaming for dear life as you tried to feed them. Bucky laughing his ass off for a while since his Louisiana trip).

You both introduced each other to your friend group. In which both sides proceed to tease about you and Bucky. (Until now, a betting pool between the four of them is in the works of when the two would realize their feelings for each other). The two of you remained friends through it all.

It was a great friendship but recently Bucky wanted more. So he made plans, exactly at the beginning of Fall where he met you. He was determined before winter comes that he wouldn’t spend it alone. He might have spent winter last year with you but this year, he is determined not just with you but together with you.

“Hey handsome,” Bucky looked down at you as your voice brought him out of his thoughts. The both of you are cozied up in the living room of his apartment (He had Sam’s help in making it cozier since you had been over too many times to count. Despite knowing he would be teased, he wanted to make this right). He was already going through the list he planned and it was already halfway fall. Halloween was just over and you  had spent the weekend with him last week. 

Now you are doing it again and Bucky is just so happy. Now he had just to go through the last three on his list. He was hoping to get it in order.

Give Y/N the favor from Wakanda.

Take her on a romantic date.

Make Y/N mine and me hers.

He was planning to give you today the prosthetics for your leg because the one you had has been bothering you. (You lost it when a drunk driver ran over a red light and you were riding a motorcycle with your friend. You got your leg fractured into pieces while your friend nearly died but now the two of you are alive and well. Your friend unfortunately lost her sense of taste and feeling while you lost your right leg. Surprisingly, it didn't stop you on riding motorcycles. Making Bucky fall in love with you and your strength.)

It was giving you the hardest time to walk recently and Bucky opted on carrying you around much to your protest (He’s okay with it. He likes it, loves it even, because you snuggle your face on his neck every time he does that,) Though he would have to fly you to Wakanda first to fit in the plates that would connect it. 

But you looked to have plans on your own. You have been particularly skittish around him today, restless even.

“What’s wrong doll?” You looked at him as you chewed your bottom lip. Your brows furrowed as your hands fiddle with his shirt. Bucky’s arms tightened around you as he felt your nervousness. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah I just,” You trailed off and then sighed deeply. Your expression shows as if you lost an internal battle before you sat up a bit. Making Bucky let go of you, he almost pouted but then you pulled out something from your pocket. A familiar looking piece of paper and you offered it to him.

“Is this your old list?” He asked as he took it from your hands. You nodded shyly as you looked down and fumbled with your (his) hoodie.

“Yes, I wanted to show you something on it. Open it,” You told him as you bit your lip harder this time. Bucky looked at you for a moment worried at the expression on your face. He has seen that numerous times since the two of you met. The look you always have when a panic is over the horizon and until it's triggered it remains there. 

He decided opening the list would have to be later as he reached to you with his left hand to touch your cheek with his palm. You instantly relaxed on it and nuzzled the metal hand. It still amazed Bucky how you weren’t afraid of it. Like you said you feel much more secure with it.

“I feel safe  with you Bucky, you won’t hurt me,”

Nobody really said those words to him. In addition to Sam, Torres, Sarah and the kids. No one put their trust and faith in him not until you came. Despite knowing what he had done and what his past was. So, when you uttered those words, that is when he knew that he was falling in love with you.  You never were afraid and you always made sure to show that nothing will ever make you leave his side. So he created his list, THE PLAN but something is bothering you since the beginning of September.

“C’mere,” He murmured as you willingly went back to his arms. You winced at the sound your prosthetic leg has made as you curled your legs to lean your whole body against Bucky. Bucky noticed it and as he wrapped his left arm around your waist, his right trailed towards the strap of your prosthetics. “Let’s relax, okay? Let me remove your prosthetics. I could see the start of your panic and I don’t want that for you Doll,” He mumbled.

You blushed at that as you nodded. His right hand quickly removed it as you helped him. An audible click was heard as you breathed a sigh of relief. Bucky took it from you and placed it against the coffee table.

“Thank you Buck,” You mumbled as you then picked the paper back up to hold it down to him. “Now open it please,”

He chuckled as he laid a kiss on your forehead. Something he started to do recently and it always makes you blush just like now. Burying your face against his chest after. He took the paper in his left hand. His arms are finally around you. You were tiny enough that he can still open the paper with his two hands.

“What is it you want me to see? Didn’t we do all of it?” He asked as he carefully opened it. “I thought you framed this,”

His list was framed, with your insistence when the two of you had done it last year and you told him you framed yours. You even showed it to him so he is slightly confused at this.

“That is a modified list, this the list you saw the first time,” You told him and when he finally opened it. He saw that all of it was crossed out except one.

8.This is wishful, fall in love. If someone would take up a girl missing her right leg. Sure.

Bucky looked up at you as you moved and produced a pen of your own. His heart was beating fast as he watched you. Is this--- He had hope and disappointment swirling inside his chest. Hope that whatever you are trying to tell him is the same as the one he is trying to tell you. Then, Disappointment that maybe you fell in love with someone else and he doesn’t know if he could take that. He was in deep with you.

“I wasn’t able to do everything yet but now I have,” You told him as you leaned down and crossed out the last one. Tears gathered in your eyes as you looked up at him. “I love you James,” 

You breathed out and Bucky’s eyes widened. He can’t help but stare as you stare back. Silence enveloped between the two of you. His mind raced but then you blinked. You have mistaken Bucky’s silence as rejection as tears freely fall from your eyes.

“I-I was gearing up to tell you because I have been in love with you for a while. I was afraid that if you d-don’t feel the same way I would lose you. I have to take the chance b-because I don’t want to see you with another woman. B-but it looks like I-I am wrong—”

“I love you,” Bucky finally said, stopping your rant as you looked up. Your eyes wide as tears fall down from it. “Oh doll, I have been gearing up to tell you this too,” He gingerly placed the paper on the coffee table before surging forward to bring you in his arms again.

You sobbed against his chest as he tightened his hold on you. His own tears threatened to come out as he buried his face against your hair inhaling your scent.

“S-say it again Buck,” you mumbled as you looked up at him.

“I love you, Y/N” Bucky said and surged forward, crashing his lips against yours. He cupped your cheeks as his thumb wiped away the tears while you clutched on to him. The two of you kissed for a while before he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Wanting to taste you. You whimpered and Bucky still felt you crying. So instead, he slowed down the kiss and with one final peck he pulled away. “Oh baby, please stop crying. I love you okay?”

You nodded as you left Bucky to wipe your tears. “I-I was so scared and I-I chickened out numerous times to tell you,” you told him. “I was just relieved,”

“I’m sorry I didn’t speak immediately, doll. You caught me off guard,” Bucky chuckled as he couldn't help but lay a kiss on your cheeks after wiping it. “I was supposed to be the one with a surprise today but of course, you have other plans,”

You giggled at that as you laid a kiss against his jaw. “Sorry about that, thinking about it. We never really did follow the number on your list last year. I crossed out the last one of your list the day we met,” You told him.

Bucky chuckled as he thought of his own list. “Well, you are just doing exactly the same on my list this year babydoll,” He mumbled as he leaned down again to lay a kiss on your lips.

The both of you stayed like that. Kissing and savoring each other until you're pulled away and looked up at him with doe eyes.

“Sorry about ruining your list. I won’t do it next time. I promise. Forgive me?” You asked sweetly as you fluttered your lashes. Bucky can’t help but stare as he thought of a new list for next year. It will surely not be ruined as it was only one thing.

Marry Y/N. Never let her go.

“I’ll accept,” He mused as he put a kiss on your lips before he pulled away. “You’re lucky I love you,”

“I know,”

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In honor of spooky season, sweater weather, and all things autumn, I'm hosting my first writing challenge! I started writing nearly a year ago because I was inspired by the beauty of the season, and I thought why not organize something where others could join in and celebrate the many aspects that make this time the best.

For the challenge, I'd like you to incorporate some fall vibes and activities into a fic or moodboard. It can be anywhere from taking a stroll down a leafy street with your fictional fave, baking together, cozying up by the fire, wearing their flannel, visiting a pumpkin patch, or watching a scary movie; anything that reminds you of this enchanting time of year plus a little catch I’ll describe below 🍂🎃🧡

This writing challenge will open today and has no deadline.

Rules, guidelines, and optional prompts are under the cut! 

Rules: 

Must be 18+ or older. 

You don’t have to follow me to participate.

There is no deadline, follow your muse. 

No incest/pedophilia/necrophilia/bestiality/ddlg/water sports/💩

Please tag any and all potential triggers with proper warnings e.g. (Fluff, smut, dark etc.) 

Original works or must be able to be read as a standalone if it’s part of a series.

If you want to withdraw at any point, it’s no problem just lmk!

Guidelines:

There is no minimum or maximum word count.

If your fic is over 200 words please use the “read more” function.

You can write for any Marvel character, in universe or in any AU. I’ll also read for whatever SS and CE character you’re into except Jeff Gillooly and Tommy Lee. You may also write for Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson or a Top Gun: Maverick character. No RPF, please. Also no OFCs, reader inserts only.

Send me an ask letting me know that you want to participate, then tag me when you post and tag your fic or moodboard with #fallinginlovewritingchallenge 

And the catch that makes this a challenge is – the words “falling in love” MUST come up in your entry at least once if you’re writing. You can change it to past or present tense e.g. (“fell in love” or “fall in love”); whatever variation you need to fit the vibe you’re creating.♡

I will read and reblog your work before adding them to a masterlist!

And feel free to send me an ask or dm if you have any questions or if I can help you better understand the season. I'm so excited to see what you all come up with!

Please note that you don’t have to use the prompts and au’s, they’re just there for inspiration and more than one person can use the same one ✨

Prompts:

“You’re comfy.”

“I’ll be here to protect you.”

"Here we are, home sweet home."

“Stop flirting.”

“Are you sure?”

“Do you like what you see?”

"Let’s go somewhere, just you and me.

“Your hands are warm.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you.”

“I know you still love me.”

“Fancy seeing you here. 

“I know what you need. Hold on.”

“I’m scared.”

“Are you… jealous?”

"Baby, I could do this all day."

“I can’t think straight with you.”

“Give me a chance.”

“Am I too late?”

“You’re dangerous.”

AU’s:

Vampire

Werewolf

Roommates

Coffee Shop

Florist

Baker

Bookstore

Soulmate

Modern

Neighbors

Thank you @bucky-barnes-diaries, @maladaptivexxdaydreaming, and @treatbuckywkisses for helping me, encouraging me, and listening to me ramble about my ideas!!

Tagging some pals that might be interested, but absolutely no pressure! ♡

@writing-for-marvel @summerofsnowflakes @tuiccim @sweetdreamsbuck @poppunksnowwhite @jobean12-blog @sunshinebuckybarnes @beach-daydreaming @weekendgothgirl @navybrat817 @mrsmischief209 @sgt-seabass @yarnforbrains @traitorjoelite @sweetascanbee @musingsinmoonlight @sanguineterrain @late-to-the-party-81 @sexyprise @intrepidacious

#fallinginlovewritingchallenge #writing challenge #fall #autumn #fall writing challenge #marvel fanfiction #stranger things #top gun maverick #top gun

[navybrat817]

"Let's go somewhere."

"Where?"

"Anywhere. Just you and me."

I'm not the greatest with moodboards, but wanted to give this a try for @jadedvibes 's Falling In Love Challenge. I may do a fic for this as well. Just not sure if it should be a current or a new Bucky. 🥰

#navybrat writers #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #fallinginlovewritingchallenge #fall #autumn #fall moodboard #autumn moodboard #fall aesthetic #autumn aesthetic #possible future fic

[lillywillow]

Bookmarked

Summary: When Sam decided to finally visit the bookstore he always seemed to pass by, he wasn’t expecting to fall in love with the store’s cute owner

 Written for: @jadedvibes’s Falling in Love writing challenge

 Words: 1351

 Prompts Used: “I know what you need. Hold on.” With a Bookstore AU twist.

 Pairing: Sam Wilson x Female Reader  

 Warnings: Fluff

 One pleasant fall afternoon, Sam was taking his usual walk around town. As he passed the bookstore on the corner, it occurred to him that he never actually went inside. He didn’t really need to buy a book but he did love supporting local businesses and it would be much nicer than getting something from one of those big chain places. One thing that also really set this place apart is there was always some kind of decoration in the window with books to match. This month, the window had a whole autumn motif with orange and brown leaves, acorns, small pumpkins and apples around the display and the books all had a similar theme to them.

 The moment Sam walked in the store; he could feel the love the owner had for it. There was a smell of old books and dust with a hint of something sweet he couldn’t quite place. The shelves were all organised by genre with the occasional stack sitting by a loose, unlabelled set of shelves or piled on top of larger, sturdier shelves. At the large, wooden desk sat a woman with her nose in a book.

 ‘She’s cute,’ Sam thought to himself.

 Once she noticed Sam standing at the counter, she placed a bookmark in between the pages she was reading and set the book down.

 “Hello, how can I help you?” she smiled.

 “Um… I’m looking for something to get my nephews into history… you know, a lot of the world war stories are about old white guys and I’d like to find something that they could relate to…”

 It wasn’t exactly a lie. Sarah had struggled to get the boys interested in reading and history but nothing ever grabbed at them.

 The woman’s eyes lit up and she smiled brightly.

 “I know what you need. Hold on.”

 Sam waited at the counter and she walked down one of the aisles. She soon returned and placed a graphic novel in his hands.

 “The Harlem Hellfighters?” Sam asked, looking at the cover.

 “Yeah! These guys were so cool! They spent six months fighting in France during World War I which was longer than any other American squadron spent, they never lost any ground and their men never got captured. They were first Allied group the break through to the Rhine River. Sadly, they never got the recognition they deserved but they helped pave the way for guys like the Tuskegee Airmen and the Black Panther tank battalion of World War II! I… I’m rambling now, aren’t I? Sorry, I’m a bit of a history buff. I’m Y/N, by the way… the store owner.”

 “I’m Sam. I think it’s sweet. What else can you tell me about these guys?”

 Y/N smiled brightly at him and continued her explanation about the 369th regiment as well as teaching him about the other two companies she mentioned. Sam loved the passion in her voice and the way her face became enlightened as she spoke. He spent most of the afternoon there, only leaving once Y/N realised it was time to close. Sam would definitely be back here again.

…

 The following week, Sam once again visited the bookstore. You smiled when you saw him again. He was the first guy you met in a long time that listened to you when you talked about history and books.

 “Hi, Sam. How did the book go with your nephews?” you asked.

 “They loved it. My sister said that she’s never seen them so interested in history before. I also mentioned those other two groups you mentioned to them and they want to read everything they can get their hands on about them,” Sam informed you.

 “That’s great!” you smiled.

 “I was wondering, Y/N… could I buy you a coffee? I’d like to get to know you some more...”

 “I think I’d like that,” you smiled.

…

 The following weeks, Sam had been by your bookstore a lot. He would bring you a coffee and a cinnamon roll from the bakery every morning and on the days he would spend all day with you, he would help around your store. You could feel yourself beginning to fall in love with him. Little did you know how literally this would happen.

…

 When October rolled around, it was time to change up your window décor. There wasn’t too much of a change, just swap out some of the decorations to Halloween ones and the books to horror theme. Sam was helping you to arrange your window by carrying the books you had taken from the display and putting them aside to be organised later. You were up on a wooden ladder to get a book from a higher shelf that would be perfect for the window when one of the rungs you were standing on snapped. You screamed, expecting to painfully hit the ground but instead fell into Sam’s arms.

 “You okay, Y/N?” he asked, holding you close to his body.

 “Y-yeah… I… I think so…” you whimpered.

 “Oh, sweetheart, you’re trembling…”

 Sam gently set you down in a chair and fussed over you, making sure you weren’t hurt in any way.

 “I’m okay, Sam. Really. I’m more shaken than hurt. I’m just glad you were there to catch me,” you sighed.

 Sam kissed your forehead. You felt butterflies flutter in the pit of your stomach.

 “Can I get you anything?”

 “Well, a new ladder would be useful,” you muttered, now getting a good look at how bad condition the old one was in.

 “Okay but when I come back, let me grab that book, alright? Can’t risk my best girl getting hurt.”

 Sam gave you one last smile before heading out the door. The man truly was a character straight out of one of the books you so dearly loved. He was handsome, thoughtful, funny and caring. Sam was everything you could ever ask for and more. It was no mystery as to why you were totally in love with him… the question was, could he be in love with you? Sam spent as much time with possible with you and he helped you out when he didn’t have to… He did a lot of things he didn’t have to like buy you coffee and treats. Sam did call you sweetheart and kissed your forehead… Guys don’t normally do that if they’re not interested… unless they’re players… Sam didn’t strike you as a player.

 When Sam came back, you had to tell him everything that was on your mind.

 “Hey, Sam?”

 “Yeah, Y/N?” he replied, setting up the new ladder.

 “What did it mean before… when you kissed my forehead and called me your best girl?”

 Sam walked over to you and gently cupped your face.

 “Isn’t it obvious? I love you, Y/N. It was all I could do before to keep myself from kissing you… I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable if you didn’t feel the same way about me…”

 “I love you too, Sam.”

 “Can I kiss you now?” he asked.

 “Of course.”

 As Sam pressed his lips to yours, you couldn’t ask for a more perfect kiss.

 “So… will you be my girlfriend?” Sam asked when he pulled away.

 “As long as you’ll be my boyfriend,” you smiled.

 Sam smiled back and kissed you again.

…

 Your relationship with Sam only blossomed after that. He introduced you to his sister and nephews who seemed to really like you. You even hired Sarah to work in your store so you could take some much-needed time off. On those days, you spent your time curled up to your wonderful boyfriend reading a good book. Who could ask for a better way to spend a cool and drizzly fall day?

#fallinginlovewritingchallenge #autumn #Bookmarked #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #Bookstore AU #Kiss #Books #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot

[treatbuckywkisses]

—falling all in you

some sweet autumn vibes with our favorite lawyer @jadedvibes <3

#fayths moodboard #andy barber #chris evans #moodboard #fallinginlovewritingchallenge #jade <3

[sgt-seabass]

your first date with jefferson even though you had no idea he was watching you pick pumpkins

moodboard part of @jadedvibes Falling in Love challenge

#fallinginlovewritingchallenge #jefferson #dark jefferson x reader #dark jefferson #dark jefferson x you #moodboard #sebastian stan #sebastian stan character #once upon a time #jefferson x reader #jefferson x you

[nekoannie-chan]

Aún me amas

Pareja: Steve Rogers X Lectora mutante.

Palabras: 1115 palabras.

Sinopsis: Los Acuerdos hacen que tú y Steve se separen por un tiempo.

Advertencias: Angst, pero con final feliz.

N/A:  Esta es mi entrada para Falling in love Writing Challenge.

        Si te gusto por favor vota, comenta y rebloguea.

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.

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Otros lugares donde publico: Ao3, Wattpad, ffnet, TikTok, Instagram, Twitter.

Tags: @sinceimetyou​​ @black23​​ @unnuevosoltransformalarealidad​​ @azulatodoryuga​​

Todos los días cuando te despertabas, te gustaba observar a Steve mientras seguía durmiendo, eras muy feliz con él. Incluso podías recordar cuando te enamoraste de él.

Sin embargo, el día que todo cambió, te diste cuenta de que algo pasaría porque cuando te despertaste, sentiste algo diferente en el ambiente.

A veces te gustaría que tus poderes fuesen de precognición en vez de retrocognición.

Habías agarrado una de las corbatas que Tony había aventado en la sala, fue ahí cuando viste lo que había ocurrido. Sin que nadie se enterara, Tony se había reunido con Ross, las imágenes después de eso eran algo confusas, pero sabías que no era nada bueno.

Dos días después de que tuviste la visión, Stark los reunió, Ross quería verlos a todos. Steve tomó tu mano al notar lo tensa que estabas cuando escuchaste hablar a aquel hombre, tomaste con desprecio los documentos cuando él se fue, necesitabas saber exactamente lo que ahí estaba establecido.

Estabas horrorizada cuando leíste los Acuerdos, si decidías firmarlos, significaba que estabas aceptando a ser encerrada en el Centro de detención Garland.

Cuando eras niña, escuchaste acerca de ese lugar, si algún mutante era encerrado ahí…nunca más se volvía a saber de ellos, era un lugar donde experimentaban con mutantes.

Se suponía que el centro había sido cerrado después de que las leyes anti-mutantes fuesen retractadas. Sabías que algunos mutantes se habían reagrupado y vivían en paz, otros trabajaban en S.H.I.E.L.D. y organizaciones parecidas.

Durante los últimos veinte años, humanos, mutantes, y demás seres habían convivido en paz y armonía, hasta ese momento. Lo que ellos querían iniciar era otro infierno.

Otro temor comenzaba a aparecer también, ¿de qué lado estaría Steve?

Tenías mucho miedo de preguntarle, sin embargo, esa noche, él comenzó a hablar del tema.

—Steve, no puedo firmar eso, es una sentencia de muerte, pareciera como si quisieran acabar con los mutantes… de nuevo —dijiste casi llorando.

—No firmaremos, esto va en contra de todo lo que se supone que debemos de hacer y de lo que son los Vengadores —Steve aseguró.

—¿Qué haremos? Perderemos todo —susurraste.

Steve acarició tu rostro, limpiando tus lágrimas, siempre había odiado que algo te hiciera llorar, no le gustaba que sufrieras o fueses lastimada.

—Te voy a proteger, nada malo pasará, te lo prometo.

Era confuso lo que había ocurrido, los malditos robots de Tony no te dejaban salir, estabas intentando pensar como escaparte, sabías que en cualquier momento llegarían para llevarte al Centro de detención Garland, no ibas a permitirlo, de alguna manera huirías.

Te sobresaltaste al escuchar el ruido afuera de la habitación, no obstante, te sentiste tranquila cuando viste que era Steve, él había ido por ti.

—Tenemos que darnos prisa, no tardaran en darse cuenta, Clint fue por Wanda —Steve te explicó con rapidez.

Llegaron a un lugar que no conocías, sin embargo, alguien ya los estaba esperando, te sentiste aliviada cuando te diste cuenta de que también eran mutantes.

—Aquí estarás segura, sé que es difícil, pero nadie sabe de este lugar.

—Pero Steve…

—Nada de peros, te prometí que iba a protegerte.

—T/N estará bien aquí, Capitán, nosotros nos aseguraremos de eso —Clarice dijo.

Dos meses habían pasado desde la última vez que viste a Steve, no tenías ni una sola noticia de él.

Incluso una vez te habías escabullido y llamado al número de celular, pero te enteraste de que estaba en manos de Stark, te deshiciste de ese celular, no ibas a permitir que te rastrearan y encontraran.

Sabías que eras una fugitiva, pero preferías eso a traicionar a la comunidad mutante.

Te asomaste por la mirilla, no era Steve, pero si conocías a la mujer que estaba ahí.

Sentiste como si el mundo se detuviera cuando escuchaste lo que ella te dijo, todo parecía indicar que Steve no había cumplido su promesa, pero tampoco entendías los motivos por los que te ayudó.

Después de que Sharon se fue, te quedaste ahí, sentada en el sillón del recibidor con el corazón roto. En cuanto los otros mutantes se dieron cuenta, se esforzaron en reconfortarte.

—Puedo pedirle a Marcos que lo rostice cuando lo veamos —Lorna ofreció.

—Lorna —Marcos le llamó la atención.

—¿Qué? Estoy intentando ser amable, tal vez eso le ayude a T/N y se sienta mejor —Polaris se excusó.

—No le hagas caso a Lorna, yo puedo darle una golpiza que nunca olvidará en su vida —John dijo.

—No creo que nada de eso sea necesario, con el tiempo todo estará bien y bueno, no sé, no sé, estoy confundida.

Lo único bueno de toda la situación era que tenías una nueva familia, personas que eran como tú y te aceptaban, así mismo sabías que nunca te iban a traicionar.

4 años después

 Comenzaste a escuchar mucho barullo en el piso inferior, aunque ninguna de las alarmas había sonado, así que podría no ser algo importante o que los pusiera en peligro, sin embargo, las voces cada vez eran más fuertes, decidiste asomarte, por precaución y ver si de alguna manera podías ayudar.

Te tomó unos segundos comprender lo que pasaba, inclusive creíste que tu mente te estaba haciendo una mala jugada, ahí estaba Steve, pero se veía muy diferente de como lo recordabas, tragaste, saliva.

Escuchaste que él quería hablar contigo, las chicas se estaban negando, no iban a permitir que él te volviera a lastimar. Era mejor ponerle fin a la situación.

—Clarice, Lorna, Lauren, está bien, no es necesario —indicaste. Ellas comenzaron a protestar—Voy a hablar con él, si las necesito, les diré.

Las chicas se miraron entre sí, pero te dejaron a solas con él, aunque se quedaron cerca por si acaso.

—¿Qué quieres? —preguntaste con brusquedad

—Encontré un lugar… —Steve comenzó a hablar, aunque estaba desconcertado con tu actitud.

—¿Vas a llevar a tu novia?

—¿Mi novia? T/N, tú lo eres —Steve ahora estaba demasiado confundido.

—La rubia, ya sabes, Sharon.

—No he visto a Sharon desde que escapamos de Alemania —él aclaró.

—Ella vino, me dijo que estaban juntos.

—Puedes verificarlo por ti misma, puedes ver todo lo que he vivido desde que te dejé con ellos —Steve se defendió con firmeza, sabías que se refería a que usaras tu poder—. I know you still love me.

Estuviste pensando unos segundos, usar tus poderes era la única manera en la que sabrías la verdad, pusiste tu mano sobre su brazo y fue cuando viste todo lo que había pasado después de que él te había dejado ahí. Él te había dicho la verdad.

Te tomó un par de horas convencer a todos de lo que había ocurrido.

Steve Rogers siempre cumplía sus promesas.

#falling in love writing challenge #fallinginlovewritingchallenge #steve rogers x lectora #steve rogers x lectora mutante

[jadedvibes]

Here’s the masterlist for my Falling in Love writing challenge!

I will continue to update this weekly as more wonderful entries come in 🧡🎃🍁

Be sure to heed the warnings for each submission and respect the boundaries of their creators. And please don’t forget to show some love to the talented people that have submitted their entries thus far!! 🧡💛

Fics

The List by @alltheficsiwant (bucky barnes x reader)

Falling For You Like the Leaves Do by @doasyoudesireandlive (college!stucky x college!reader)

Bookmarked by @lillywillow (sam wilson x female reader)

Plum Cake by @tuiccim (roommate!bucky x gn!reader)

Rogers Family Recipe by @writing-for-marvel (steve rogers x fem!reader)

Falling in Love by @subwaysurf45 (bucky x reader)

Falling All Over Again by @jobean12-blog (eddie munson x reader)

(Love is) Lemon muffins and chamomile tea by @late-to-the-party-81 (bruce banner/hulk x reader)

Hold Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming (boyfriend!ari levinson x reader)

Falling In Love Forever by @bucky-barnes-diaries (tfatws!bucky x female!reader)

So Perfect by @lia275 (bf!bucky x baker!female!reader)

You still love me by @nekoannie-chan (steve rogers x mutant!reader)

Moodboards

Just You and Me by @navybrat817 (bucky barnes x reader)

Take My Hand by @filthy-gorgeous (andy barber x reader)

First Date with Jefferson by @sgt-seabass (dark jefferson x reader)

Falling All In You by @treatbuckywkisses (andy barber)

#fallinginlovewritingchallenge #challenge masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #stucky x reader #sam wilson x reader #andy barber x reader #dark jefferson x reader #bruce banner x reader #hulk x reader #ari levinson x reader #eddie munson x reader #tfatws!bucky x reader #moodboards #fanfic

[jadedvibes]

I'm in 🍁 for the falling in love writing challenge 

This is my inspo

And what very good inspo it is 😏🖤 I 🍁 you and can’t wait!

#fallinginlovewritingchallenge #asks

[jadedvibes]

Hey pals, I’m adding Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, and the Top Gun characters to my Falling in Love writing challenge! 🧡💛 I know a lot of people have migrated into writing for those characters and I want you all to be able to participate! Feel free to join in and lmk if you have any questions 🎃

#steve harrington #eddie munson #top gun: maverick #top gun #rooster bradshaw #jake seresin #fallinginlovewritingchallenge #challenge update #fall writing challenge #writing challenge

[jadedvibes]

Hey, dear! May I please participate in your fall writing challenge? I'd be writing for Bucky Barnes. ❤️

Yes of course! Can’t wait! 🥰🖤🧡🎃

#fallinginlovewritingchallenge #asks