A/N : Happy Halloween to y'all! Here's a little tooth rotting fluffy fanfic to celebrate.
« Come on, Bucky ! Please »
The latter didnât look up from his bike which he was half busy repairing and half using as an excuse not to look at his neighbour in the eyes. He knew those eyes were his weaknes and the second his gaze would meet hers heâd be done for.
« Itâll be fun ! I promise ! Thereâll be snacks, drinks, music and all the neighbours »
« Another reason for me not to go. Without even a costume, Iâll scare them all off » he huffed, screwing another piece on.
Y/N fell silent, which wasnât usual for the young woman, especially since sheâd been pestering him for an hour.
Thatâs when Bucky made his biggest mistake ; he looked up. And the sight before him made his heart clench.
Y/N was looking down at her shoe, clearly disappointed, sad even.
« Oh no, no, no ! Please, donât pull that face ! » he pleaded standing and walking to her.
But before he could reach out, she grabbed his hands tightly in hers and looked directly into his eyes.
He was taken aback by her behaviour but somehow appreciated the feeling of her hands around his nonetheless.
« You know you donât scare me, right ? And youâre not scary at all, by the way ! Theyâre just conservative stuck ups and donât know anything about you »
Her words envelopped his whole being in a comfortable warmth, his heart which clenched even harder than previously on.
« If I wanted you to go to the party with me, itâs because I appreciate your company. And I didnât even imagine how uncomfortable youâd be, Iâm sorry »
She punctued her sentence with a small sad smile which this time made his heart do a full sommersault. He entangled his hands with hers, with the idea of showing her some reassurance.
« Donât worry, theyâll need more to hurt meâŠAnd if you like having me around that much, I guess I can rethink the whole party thing »
Y/N looked up, a newfound smile lightning up her face.
« YeahâŠÂ » bucky sighed, not being able to refuse at this point.
The young woman jumped on him, wrapping her arms around him, not refraining a squeal of happiness.
He took the opportunity to hold her against him.
« You really have me wrapped around your finger »
« Itâs not my fault Iâm irresistible »
« Yeah, yeahâŠÂ » he rolled his eyes, but deep down he knew that statement was true and it hurted to admit, but you indeed had him wrapped around your finger. Damn that adorable woman !
After a moment staying tangled with each other, you pulled away, giving your neighbour a adoring smile.
« I promise Iâll do everything in order for you to have a good time »
« But I donât even have anything to wear... » he said, hoping that would somehow convince her to give up, but he also knew that it was a lost cause.
« Donât worry, Iâll have it all planned out for you, no stress, just trust me »
If only Bucky had known was he was engaging himself into at the time, he wouldâve made everything in his power not to sport what probably was the most ridiculous outfit of all time.
When Y/N had finally convinced him to go to the Halloween party thrown for the whole neighbourhood and saying sheâd take care of his costume, he sort of trusted her and cute face for the task, because ; why not ?Â
But now that he was standing in front of his full length mirror after Y/N dropped off his costume, he wished he could go back in time and pretend to be busy that night.
Because a supposedly scary biker like himself, wasnât usually seen wearing a wolf onesie, with big blue eyes matching its wearer and ears on the hood, while a fluffy tail hand from the back, at the base of his backside.
He looked at himself at every angle possible tiniest details and couldnât stop himself from frowning. Would he really have to go out like that? Especially, around his whole neighborhood, more precisely people who didnât care about him except to put all their problems on ? Yeah, noâŠ
But he knew that Y/N would give him her best puppy dog eyes and he couldnât bear to see her sad face after everything she had done for him to go to this goddam party.
And he also wondered what kind of costume she would wear, even if his eagerness lowered seeing what kind she chose for him his mind was all over the place imagining her into a multitude of costume. The thoughts threatened to make his blood rush to the least appropriate place, especially in this outfit, which didnât leave any room for a sudden boner.
On that note, the doorbell rang and with one last glance in the mirror, Bucky walked down the stairs to greet, who he hoped was his cute neighbor and not a group of candy hungry children.
And fortunately, he opened the door to reveal a wolf onesie cladded woman. He took a few seconds to look her up and down, also noticing that the wolfâs eyes match hers and how adorable she looked.
He was pulled out of his admirative trance by a squeal.
âYou are adorable!!!â
Bucky sighed, somehow managing a small grin at her excitement.
âSureâŠNext time you tell me that youâre handlingâŠwellâŠwhatever regarding me, Iâll blow you off.â
âOh, come on! Now twirl so I can see you from all anglesâ
With another sigh, he did as she said, slowly turning before facing her again, his usual scowl back on.
âIt might be a little tight around the chest, but it looks good on youâ
He fixed her for a few instants making her scrunch her eyebrows in confusion.
âWhat? You arenât reconsidering going to the party are you?â she started making her puppy dog eyes, the ones which would obviously make him weak in the knees.
âHmmm, not more than I previously was. But if you twirled, it would make me feel better.â
She chuckled at his request.
âYou look like the big bad wolf with that smirkâ
âIsnât that what you wanted me to be dressed at?â
With an eye-roll, Y/n executed herself and twirled slowly, shaking her ass when her back was facing Bucky to make her wolf tail moved from side to side, before facing him again and letting out an âAwoooâ
âSo? Arenât I the cutest female wolf youâve ever seen?
Bucky turned around to lock his door before walking to stand beside the said female wolf.
âWell, youâre the first one Iâve ever seen, so Iâd say yesâŠâ
âHum⊠Letâs pretend you just said âyesâ, come on or weâll be lateâ she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the street.
Bucky let out another groan, but his feet worked to fall into her steps, following her toward the party.
Not even in there yet and Bucky already wanted to leave. The front yard was full of neighbors who at first smiled brightly at Y/N before they noticed him and clearly showed how unwelcome he was.
âGood evening everyone!â Y/N greeted
She received a chorus of greetings back and pulled Bucky inside, but not fast enough for him not to see the scared and mean looks from all the person present.
They stepped into the house, where even more neighbors were united, dancing, drinking, eating or laughing.
Y/N came to a halt, letting go of Bucky hand to loop her arm around his before looking up at him.
âAre you ready, my little wolf?â she smiled, with a hint of teasing in her voice.
 âCall me like that one more time and Iâll eat you aliveâ he threatened, baring his teeth in a fake wolf grin before making his best impression of a wolf groan.
âYouâd dare eat such an adorable wolf like me?â
This time, his grin was effortlessly wolfish as he leaned down over her.
âItâs because youâre especially cute that Iâll end up eating you. By the way, Iâm sure you are deliciousâ
The young woman blushed furiously, tearing her gaze from his.
âYeahâŠhuh⊠Letâs go get something to drinkâ
She untangled her arm from Buckyâs, walking ahead of him, half-intending to get a snack, half-hoping to get some time to regain her composure.
On the other hand, the wolf-disguised biker was still sporting his devilish smirk, eyeing the silhouette of the young woman under her onesie. With this sight, he forgot all the doubts he had about the evening. While his eyes raked down to her plush tail, swaying at the rhythm of her steps, letting him get a glimpse at the outline of her cute butt underneath the furry costume. He licked his lips before shouting :
âAwoo! Nice ass Mrs Wolf!â
His howl grabbed the attention of the partygoers around. Then, his crude comment brought scowls to their face, exactly like the ones they had the habit to throw his way.
Those didnât even reach him because of how relished in watching your turn around with a scarlet-colored face as well as wide eyes and smile.
Y/N sped walked back to him with an embarrassed but equally amused expression.
âSHHHH! Stop that!â she half-scolded, lightly hitting his arm before pulling him away along with her.
The smile didnât leave his face until the two of them came to a halt in front of the buffet, where she let go of him for the second time to stare at the crazy amount of goods spread on the table.
Bucky frowned dramatically and took her hand in his, pointedly looking at her, having trouble to keep his pouting act at seeing you, yet again flustered because of him.
She glanced down at their linked hands and despite her visible embarrassment, she squeezed his hand back, securing the hold.
Bucky smiled proudly at her acceptance of his affectionate gesture.
He observed while she took a look at every dish and snack, a little smile making the corner of her mouth curve upward.
Bucky pulled on her hand, maneuvering the young woman in front of him and as she slid in front of him, he raised the arm, which hand was still connected to, too wrap it around her. She was now, with her back flush against his chest while her hand was held at the level of her collarbone, still linking the two of them in a somehow incredibly intimate way regarding state of their relationship.
Y/N felt Buckyâs other hand settle on her hip and rested his chin on her shoulder. She couldnât see him from her peripheral vision because of the wolf-head hood of her onesie.
âYeah, thatâs betterâ he sighed âSay, Mrs Wolf, which one of those would you like to taste?â
The nickname made her chuckle and her gaze stopped on a plate of mini cupcakes, she pointed a finger at them. The biker almost instantly pulled his hand from her hip to grab one of the sweets. Then he pulled on her hand, forcing her to turn around herself not to get strangled by her own arm and ended up facing him. However, just like since they both arrived, he couldnât stay away from her for too long and pulled her closer again, holding out the cupcake to her.
Y/N eyed him with a questioning look and held out a hand for her promised dessert. But Bucky lifted it out of her reach.
âHuh, huh. Let Mr Wolf feed you, it will taste even betterâÂ
âYou know hearing you refer to yourself as Mr Wolf sounds kinda weirdâ
âThe same kind of weird I feel when someone refers to themselves as âdaddyâ â
âWell, if you preferâŠâ he trailed leaning forward to whisper in her ear.
âYou can call me daddyâ
Y/N rolled her eyes and grimaced, pushing him off before grabbing the cupcake out of his hand.
âGrossâ she mumbled, then stuffing the entire thing in her mouth.
âThis is good, so good. You have to try oneâ she mumbled mouth still full.
She reached for another and held it up to Bucky.
The latter raised an eyebrow.
âIs Mrs Wolf going to feed me?â
âOnly if you stop talkingâ
On that, he leaned down and opened his mouth, gobbling the whole treat and making an honor point to nibble a little on her fingers.
She gasped lightly, retrieving her hand, a shocked expression overtaking her features, which quickly turned to a glare, earning a laugh from Bucky, his eyes crinkling of amusement.
Y/N tried to pull her hand from his hold with the firm intention of pulling an acting pout. But Bucky remained firmly attached, even going to the point of intertwining this fingers with hers before pulling her closer.
But before she ended up against him, just like he intended her to, she flattered her hand against his chest and looked up at him, a mix of shyness and fire dancing in her eyes.
âYouâre taking your part way too seriouslyâ you mumbled.
His free hand came to cover the one on his chest.
âWasnât it the point, putting on those costume?â
She shook her head, grinning.
Her eyes dropped down, obviously avoiding his.
Y/N let her forehead, rest against Buckyâs fake furr-cladded chest.
âTeasing me with your flirty attitudeâ
Buckyâs free hand slid to her waist, squeezing the flesh through the costume. His chest rumbled with the vibration of hi laughter against the young womanâs head.
âIâm trying to seduce you, have been trying for a long while, actually. Is it finally working?â
Y/N have been gradually blushing for the last few minutes and her blushmeter threatened to go through the roof.
Bucky sighed, and rolled his eyes, letting go of all his holds on her to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her body close to his and prop his chin on top of her head.
âDo you think I put on a wolf costume for just anybody? And also let anybody convince me to go a party I initially didnât want to go to? I feel like Iâve been stuck in one of those romance story, the type where the unapproachable guy falls for his cute and oblivious neighbourâŠâ
Against Buckyâs chest, Y/N was trying to put some order in her thoughts and prevents her brain from exploding. The only thing she managed to do was to move her limp arms around him, because thatâs probably the only answer she could give him without breaking out in shyness.
None of you uttered a single word for the following seconds, leaving only the crappy Halloween songs acting as a far from fitting background noise to the current mood.Â
Bucky was the first one to talk.
âIs it the moment where were are supposed to kiss like weâre catching up to all the ones we didnât share since we discovered our feelings for one another?â
Y/N let out a breathy laugh.
âHow are you so up to date with romantic plots?â
âHad to do some researches on how to woo the woman who stole my heart
â I knew you were a big softie under that tough actâ she mumbled, finally managing to look up at him despite the heat burning her face.
Bucky chuckled and leaned in, the tip of his nose rubbing against hers.
The words were barely a whisper, a confession that burned through all the tension between them.
And finally, their lips met in a soft kiss, sealing their previously longing affection for each other.
