Story: Bucky finds the reader sleeping in a hammock, enjoying the sun, and when she asks him to join her, he doesn’t even hesitate.
A/N: everything i’ve been writing lately has been a little dark and angsty, so here’s something light and fluffy
word count: like 1k
Bucky found you outside on the terrace, your features sleepy as you lay curled up in the large, white hammock, face directed toward the sun. You were wearing Bucky’s shirt, functioning for you as a dress, a wonderfully great smelling one. Bucky stood for several minutes, simply watching you and your peaceful mind. “Doll, whatcha doin’?” he then asked with a hum, feeling a rush of adoration spread through his chest when your y/e/c eyes fluttered open.
The smile you sent him when you spotted him standing there, smiling and gorgeous, was blinding. “Soaking up all the sunlight I can get,” you answered, your voice croaky with sleep. “Because obviously I’m a plant.” You then sat up a little straighter. “Come here, Buck.”
Toad's Cave 