Chapter Three - Raindrops and Goodbyes

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SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW. 

Warnings - Talks about past (bad) Caregivers, talks about fear of abandonment, some heavy negative feelings, comparing oneself to others, fluff but ends in some angst, Bub eats, food mentioned, Bub cries 

Word Count - 1751

Note - Sorry this took so long to get out! Things got hectic, and crappy, and I haven't been able to edit, or format, or really write lately! Luckily things are going well and I won't start school till the 16th so I'm hoping to get some stuff out in the next week or so! Part four will be posted tomorrow! I can't leave us on a sad note for too long! I just can't!!

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Y/n always hated wearing her yellow raincoat, the material feeling odd against her skin, and the crinkle of the fabric was never music to her ears. But on days like this, grey skies and heavy raindrops falling to the ground, she had no choice but to suit up. Her matching rain boots on, allowing her to splash in any puddle she felt needed to be played in. 

As she neared the Cafe she got excited, Bucky said they would go to the park today, and although it’s running she has hopes that he’ll let them go anyways, her umbrella overhead creating enough of a dry patch to maybe, at the least, run around in the mud without catching a nasty cold. 

“Mr!” She cheered as she walked in, something she did every time she saw him sat at his usual table, early as always. “I has something for you!” She smiled big as she unzipped the front pocket of her backpack “Here.” Her smile grew as Bucky’s mirrored hers, the small baggie with flowers printed on it full of chocolate chip cookies her pride and joy. 

“You made these?” 

“Yes!” Y/n says still standing, ready to leave for the park wherever Bucky is ready. Shifting her weight from one foot to another, growing impatient. “All on my own!” She cheered, proud of her baked goods. “Park now?” Bub asked, her smile still huge, both hands grasping the straps of her bag, now back on her back. 

“It’s raining, Bub.” Bucky frowned, causing Bub to mirror his expression. “But we’ll go next time, okay?” He asked, his hands immediately helping Y/n out of her raincoat, the buttons soon undone. 

“But you promised?” Y/n frowned, her eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “I wanted to go to d’park.” Y/n held back her tears, though she wished to stomp her foot and throw a small fit, she didn’t know Bucky well enough to truly let him see her little side completely. So instead she fixed her clothing after her coat had been taken off and sat in her usual seat. 

“I know I promised, Bub.” She smiled at the nickname. “But I brought us a fun game to play today.” He was quickly making her forget about the park trip altogether, now excited to see whatever game he had brought. She hoped it wasn’t UNO, she sucked at that. “Here.” He said as he placed a game on the table, the pink and blue of Candyland making Y/n let out a small squeal. 

“I love Candyland!” She grabbed the box and bounced in her seat. “Can we play now?” She asked, her eyes turning to Bucky, him already looking at her. “Please?” She added on for good measure. 

The moment he nodded his head she opened the box, pulling all the pieces out. “Why don’t you set it up, and I get us some snacks?” Bucky asked, Y/n didn’t even look up at him, but nodded her head. Too busy pulling out the different characters. 

Y/n didn’t know how long it took Bucky to get snacks, but by the time he got back to the table she had created a whole plot amongst the characters and their kingdoms. “Here, Bub.” Bucky said as he placed a plate on the table. It was more than the usual cake pop he got her, though one still sat on the plate. This time he got vegetables and dip, some goldfish, and a cup of juice. 

“Thank you, Mr.” Y/n smiled up at him, grabbing a celery stick and dipping it. “Can I be the ice cream cone?” She asked, showing him the character she had in her hand. Bucky nodded but stayed sitting. “You need’a pick a lil guy.” She pointed to the characters situated around the board. 

“Right.” He said, his expression growing serious as he looked each one over. “I’ll pick this one, he looks tough.” Y/n broke out into a fit of giggles, the marshmallow definitely not a ‘tough guy’. 

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They got to playing the game, Y/n winning two times in a row. She wasn’t surprised, while she knew it was all down to luck, she had played the game a ton of times so clearly the Candyland gods liked her more than Bucky. “Are you cold bub?” Bucky asked her, making her realise she was shivering slightly.

She knew not bringing a sweater might be a bad idea, but she thought they were going to the park. “Um, yeah.” She nodded then shrugged her shoulders. She hoped he wouldn’t make her go back home and get one, she only had so much time in a day to spend at the cafe. “Bu’ I’m all good, can we play again?” She asked, moving their pieces back to the star. 

“Yeah we can play again, just wait a second.” Bucky stood up, she wondered where he was going, but instead of leaving to grab something or go to the bathroom he stood at the side of her booth with a black sweater in hand. “Hands up, Bub.” He said, holding the sweater out. 

“I don’ need your sweater, wha’ if yous get cold?” She asked, not sure if her being so comfortable around Bucky her little side couldn’t help but come out now was a good thing or a bad thing. While she was 100% sure Bucky was a safe guy to be around, she didn’t want to get too attached to him just in case. 

“I won’t get cold.” He answered in a softer voice. She knew he was special, that’s what everyone in the newspapers said, that he’s indestructible. But she’d hate to be the person who gave a super soldier a cold because she took his sweater. “Bub.” His voice drew her out of her worrying. He was now crouched down so they were eye level. “I won’t get cold, but you’re shivering.” He didn’t wait for her to put her arms up, instead just putting it over her head and waiting for her to put her arms through on her own.

“Tanks.” Bub murmured, looking at Bucky with a small smile. She was thankful for the sweater, now warm, but she still worried that she was too much to handle. He had given her a lot, crayons, colouring pages, so much of his time, and now his sweater. She hadn’t given him anything but cookies that she hoped tasted okay. 

“Why don’t we play again?” Bucky asked as he settled back into his seat. “I can feel it, I’m going to win this one.” He teased, she shook her head, he had no clue that the Candyland gods were on her side, and she hoped he would never know. 

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Y/n frowned as she saw Bucky pacing around outside. It had stopped raining but he said that they should wait till a sunny day to go out, because ‘everything would be slippery’. Buck’s phone had rung five hours ago, well maybe two minutes ago, but it felt like forever as she just watched him pace with an unhappy look on his face. 

She grabbed the last few goldfish and got back to her colouring, when she had won for a third time Bucky had to quit, saying his ego couldn’t handle anymore. Y/n giggled at the memory. 

The doorbell rang out and she quickly turned, though her smile turned back into a frown when she saw Bucky’s sad expression. “I’m sorry, I have to go, Bub.” He said, his sad words said in a kind tone. 

“Oh, otay.” Y/n answered, watching him pack up his things. “Will you be back tomorrow?” She asked, her crayons laid on the table instead of in her hands. 

Bucky sighed, then sat down, his hands clasped on the table. “I’m going to be gone until next wednesday.” Y/n’s back straightened up, he’d be gone for nine days. That was a lot of time to be gone, and a lot of time for him to think and change his mind about her. 

“Oh, do you, do you wan’ your sweater back?” She asked, wiggling her hands out of the sleeves before Bucky got to her. His hands covering hers, a painful smile on his face. 

“You can keep it, I’ll get it back when I come back okay?” Y/n nodded. “I’ll put my phone number in your phone, and I’ll text you if I’m going to be back later than wednesday, okay?” She nodded her head, at least he wasn’t just up and leaving, he was giving her a point of contact if needed. She handed him her phone, watching as he took forever to type out his name and number. It was a little silly to watch. “I won’t be able to text or call you while I’m away.” He admitted. “But you can text me all you want and I’ll read them when I’m back.” Bucky offered, though she knew she wouldn’t do that, she wouldn’t bother him while he was away, she knew people hated that. 

She just nodded her head, watching him as he put his coat and backpack on. “Stay safe.” She whispered as he stood in front of her, ready to leave. 

“And you be good, Bub.” Bucky whispered back, and then he was gone. She watched him get into his jeep and drive away. She knew her mind was being silly when she couldn’t help but think he wouldn’t come back, but it didn’t mean it stopped that train of thought. 

She knew deep down that he had to leave, he didn’t want to, but he had to. She knew he wasn’t like the other people who became her friends and then left and never came back, she knew that, somewhere in her mind she knew that. But she still couldn’t help it as a few tears slipped down her cheeks as she cleaned up. She couldn’t help but let out a small sad noise as she put on her coat, and she couldn’t help but sob the moment she got home and into bed. 

Chapter Two - Backpack, Backpack

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW. 

Warnings - Mentions of Bucky’s ‘Old Life’, talks about slight “Violence” (Bucky’s past), talks of a first aid kit, feeling “scared” about being a little, fluff! Obviously! 

Word Count - 2164

Note - I've finished all of Bub and Buck's story now, and I have to say it's been crazy going back and blending chapters/blurbs together to create a more cohesive story. It's been fun, and crazy, and honestly I missed this little place that I loved so much. Cafe BigNSmall is the beginning of so much, not just this account. It was the first little writing thing I put out that really got traction and that led me to where I am now. Going to school in January for creative writing, beginning the process of writing my own book. This little fic that has brough comfort to so many, myself included, is so much bigger than just a fanfiction or just a writing process and I'm so thankful for everyone who has stuck by my side, who has liked, reblogged, and sent asks about it. I love every one of you, I love who you've helped me become, and I've loved every minute of re-writing this series and I hope you love re-reading, or even reading it for the first time. I just have so so so much love in my heart for this and for you <3

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Bucky sat at his same table for the umpteenth time, but this time he sat with a smile knowing someone was on their way to sit with him. For the first time in a while Bucky wasn’t sitting and watching everyone while feeling jealous, instead he watched as a Caregiver hugged their Little and felt hopeful that he might get to have that one day. 

“MR!” Y/n yelled from the entrance like she couldn’t believe he was there, sitting at their table ready for whatever she wished to do. “Hi!” She smiled at him when she got to the table, her usual overalls and t-shirt combo covered by a heavy sweater. He was happy she had covered up more than yesterday, the sky grey instead of blue, and the colder. 

“Hi.” He smiled back, Bucky was sure he looked goofy with how big his smile was but he didn’t care. “Chilly?” He asks as he watches them shiver slightly when the finally sit down. 

“Yeah.” Y/n tilts her head to the side as she seems to contemplate something. “I think ‘m gonna get a hot chocolate.” She rummages around her bag before finding her wallet and pulling out a five dollar bill. Bucky was quicker though, already on his feet and in the line. “What are you gonna get?” Y/n asks as she joins him in the line. 

“Well, I think I’m going to get a hot chocolate too.” He looks down at her, a silly grin on her face as she nods her head. “Their cake pops look good too.” Bucky points to the glass case full of baked goods and premade sandwiches. 

“I know!” Y/n practically jumps. “I had one once.” They frown. “But I never have enough moneys for one, maybe next week I’ll get one.” They nod their head, agreeing with their idea. 

Bucky already planned on buying Y/n a cake pop, but wanted to make sure she actually did like them. Finding out she’s only had one because she can’t afford them has him vowing to always buy her one whenever she’s here. 

The money Bucky got from the government after his treatment went public often sits in his bank account unused, he has what he needs, and most of what he wants, and he hates spending the money on useless things. Yet as he watches Y/n’s eyes flicker to the case full of sweet treats with a frown on their face he’s happy to know he finally has something, someone worth spending money on. 

“Hi, what can I get you today?” The barista smiles at Bucky, giving an extra sweet grin and a wave to Y/n. 

“Can I get two medium hot chocolates, please?” Bucky places his hand on Y/n’s shoulder to get her attention before asking. “What kind of cake pop do you want Bub?” 

“I can’t.” They shrug their shoulders, clearly not aware that Bucky’s already ordering for her. 

“I’m buying you one. Which one do you want, Bub?” He adds some clarification, leaning down slightly to be at Y/n’s height, pointing to the cake pops in the case. “I love vanilla, I think I’ll get a vanilla one.” He says, hoping that him getting one will make Y/n feel less nervous. 

She begins playing with her hands, twisting her fingers together, something Bucky’s noticed she does when anxious. “Um, I like chocolate.” She whispers, looking back at Bucky with weary eyes. “But I don’ wan’ you to buy it, I -” Bucky doesn’t let her finish her sentence, instead he stands and orders both cake pops before paying. 

With both hands on Bub’s shoulders he moves them over to the wait station. “When you’re with me I’ll be the one buying things, okay?” His tone is sweet but also somehow firm, hoping his words make sense and are final, but also hoping he doesn’t seem too overbearing. 

“Like a, like when.” Bub stumbled over her words before turning around to face Bucky, his hands dropping from her shoulders only for her to grab his left, glove covered, hand to fidget with it like she does hers. “Like a caregiver?” She asks, finally meeting Bucky’s glance. 

“Exactly like that.” Bucky nods. “I’ll act like your caregiver when we’re together, okay?” He regrets using the word ‘act’ the moment he says it, Y/n somberly nodding at his words. He wants to be her caregiver all the time, he doesn’t want to just act as one while around her, but he met her yesterday. Neither of them know each other well enough for that kind of trust, yet Bucky seems to feel like they both are on the same wavelength. Like they’ve waited long enough for someone to be their other, why wait a little longer. 

“I’d like tha’.” Y/n nods, turning back around in Bucky’s arms to wait for their cake pop and hot chocolate. 

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For a whole week Bucky and Bub met up everyday, getting hot chocolate and cake pops. Y/n kept giving Bucky colouring pages to take home with her signature at the bottom, his fridge now covered in them after a frantic late night trip to buy magnets. Walking into his house and seeing the fridge coloured in pictures made him love the fact that he bought a huge fridge able to store at least another week's worth of pictures without having to remove anymore of the ones he’s already been given. 

“Hi, Mr!” Y/n smiled as she sat down on her booth seat, her backpack placed on the table as she got comfortable. “I made you something.” 

“You did?” Bucky unpackaged her cake pop and placed it on a napkin, sliding it over to her along with her hot chocolate. “Careful it’s hot.” Bucky warned as Bub went straight for her drink the moment it was in her line of sight. 

“Otay.” She blew a breath onto the cup, though Bucky wasn’t sure how helpful her hot puff of air would be in cooling it down, instead pulling it back to himself and blowing cold air on it for her. “Here.” She placed a piece of paper onto the table. 

This picture wasn’t one from a colouring book, but one on regular plain paper, drawn by Y/n and coloured by her to. Two figures stood hand in hand with a box of crayons in the middle. One person was obviously Bucky, the other Y/n. Even if he couldn’t tell Bub had written their names “Mr” and “Bub” below each of their persons. “I love it.” Bucky smiled, sliding the, now less hot, hot chocolate back to Y/n, her taking a sip immediately and humming in content. “I’ll have to put in on my fridge.” He said aloud, though he meant to keep the words to himself, not sure if it was wrong to admit he had grown attached to Y/n enough to want her pictures on his fridge. 

“Really?” Her usually playful voice grew serious, her eyes filled with tears. “My drawing?” 

“Yeah, Bub.” He smiled, glad she seemed happy over the idea. “I have a few of your drawings on my fridge already.” He admitted. Before he could place it in his bag Y/n was up and out of her seat sliding into Bucky’s booth before wrapping her arms around him in a hug. “Oh.” Bucky lets out a surprised sigh. 

“I like you, you nice.” Y/n said as she pulled away, though didn’t leave the booth. 

“You’re nice too, Bub.” Bucky said in disbelief. He knew the two of them were making good steps towards fully being comfortable around one another, Y/n seemed to slip further and further into regression, showing she felt safe around Bucky, and she had even asked him if he was the Winter Soldier and hadn't run when he said yes. But he hadn’t expected her to feel comfortable enough to hug him, yet he wasn’t going to argue or complain. 

Y/n eyed his bag for a minute or so before asking a question. “Wha’s in your bag?” She asked, this being the first time she had truly seen it. 

“I’ll show you what’s in my bag, if you show me what’s in yours?” He offered, having been wondering what she brought with her to the cafe everyday. “Deal?” He asked, and she perked up, agreeing before sliding out and back onto her seat, something Bucky frowned at. 

“Otay!” Bub squealed, opening her green backpack before digging around a little bit. The first thing she pulled out was a small zipper pouch, the fabric printed with frogs and plants. “This has m’ keys, an’ my phone.” She pulled both out, her phone being secured in a bag inside her bag making sense as to why it took her so long to find it when her alarm went off. “An’ it has my tic tacs in it! D’ you wan’ one?” She asked with a smile, holding out tropical tic tacs to Bucky. 

“I’m okay, but thank you Bub.” He smiled, proud of her manners and willingness to share her things. He knew he couldn't take credit for her good behaviour, or her manners. She was a sweet girl even if he didn’t remind her here and there of her manners, yet he was still extremely proud of her. 

“M’kay.” Bub nodded her head, popping a few tic tacs in her mouth before moving on. “Dis, um, dis is my frog.” Bub’s once very confident attitude dulled slightly as she brought the frog stuffie out, like she was waiting for someone to say something rude. 

“He’s very cute.” Bucky reassured her, his hand brushing against the stuffed animal's foot, his fur in perfect condition. “What’s his name?” 

Y/n still seemed on alert, but opened up a little more. “I call him Green Bean.” She pats his head. 

“That’s a perfect name.” Bucky chuckles, loving how creative his Bub is. “Where did you get his outfit?” He asks, referring to the knitted overalls and t-shirt, identical to Y/n’s everyday outfit. 

“I made dem!” Bucky was happy to see her peppy spark come back as she spoke about her stuffy. Giving him the rundown on how she made them, and made clothing for all her other stuffies at home. Then she gave him the rundown on a bunny stuffie she really wanted that was identical to the one she has at home. Though “He’s no’ the same Mr! He’s a different colour!” something Bucky quickly made a mental note of. 

Bub only had her wallet and a sweater stuffed at the bottom of her bag, and a small bag of long forgotten goldfish that Bucky immediately threw out left to show. “Your turn.” Y/n reminded Bucky, gesturing to his backpack. 

“Well.” He started, opening his bag, pulling out his wallet, keys and phone. “These are the things I have on me at all times.” He said, watching Y/n pick up his keys and fiddle with them, clearly loving his accumulated keychain and key combo from the last 100 years. “Then I have a First Aid Kit.” He pulls out a bulky box, a few things banging around inside. 

“In case someone ge’s hurt?” Y/n asks, concern dripping from her expressions. 

“Exactly.” Bucky answers, though he doesn’t admit that he mainly carries it out of fear that he’ll hurt someone and need to patch them up, but he hopes that Y/n’s just thinking about scrapes and small cuts and not the carnage he’s left behind. 

“Do you have princess bandaids?” She asks with all seriousness. 

“I have princess ones, paw patrol, and starwars.” He playful one ups her, the two of them laughing before he continues. “Then I have extra crayons, colouring pages, and a couple water bottles.” He pulls out the extra things, Y/n’s hands immediately going to the colouring pages. 

“Can I do this one, please?” She asks, bouncing in her seat, her frog underneath her arm. 

“Of course, Bub.” He smiles, the frog page she chose the one he printed off last night in the hopes to give it to her. 

After the small show and tell the two of them sat together eating their cake pops and drinking their hot chocolate. Everytime he looked up Bucky realised just how lucky he was, to have found a Little who was as chill as Bub was, and as sweet as she was too. He realised that while he wished he could have met her sooner, he was happy he waited. 

“Why don’t we go to the park tomorrow?” He asked, thinking it could be good for them to get out somewhere other than just the cafe. 

In honour of my two year anniversary of having this account I’ve decided to re-release/re-write my first ever series, aka Cafe BigNSmall series!

Each chapter isn’t going to be simply just edited but re-written. My writing style has changed so much that going back and expanding the series as is just isn’t really plausible, it would sound and be so different.

I’ve already got each first chapter of the series pairs done (about 1.8 k words each). Each paring will have about five chapters each, and I’ll post the pairing one at a time. You’ll get all of Bucky and Bub’s story first, then I’ll release Steve and Bug, and then you’ll finally meet Natasha and Bun.

I hope to post at the least two chapters a week, but we all know that could mean seven one week and none the next … My writing schedule is alllll over the place.

ANYWAYS! I’m really excited to be getting back into this series, the chapters I’ve written already are chapters I hold so close to my heart.

I’ll post below the headers for the new series, and tomorrow I’ll be posting Bucky and Bub’s first chapter!

Cafe BigNSmall - Bucky Barnes (Future Blurb)

Bub Gets A Check Up

Bucky x Little!Fem!Reader

Warnings - Bub gets both a regular check up and a dentist check up so please note doctor and dentist talk and tools are used, needles/shots are mentioned and administered to bub in this fic. There is also probably a sickening amount of fluff in this <3 not totally sure though

Note - This is definitely way in the future of this series but I really liked the concept! I know you just meant dentist but i do have a fic thats just about going to the dentist with Bucky (Blue Baby (Found here)) so I thought I would switch the ask up a little bit and cover more ground! Also lets pretend Doctor Cho is also a certified dentist okay? <3 Also i’m sorry this isn’t super long and I am aware that the last few paragraphs are lacking, and I’m sorry for that! Mr and Bub blurb/fic/headcannon ideas are always welcome!

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Bucky was currently standing outside of Y/n’s play room, a room Tony had added into their shared apartment at the compound. The room was a huge comfort for Y/n and was the only place she felt safe sometimes. Hence why she was hiding in there at the moment, not ready to make her way down to Doctor Cho’s office for her annual check up. “Bub come on, we need to go now, I promise I will be there the whole time!” Bucky bargained, hoping to get this appointment over with as quickly as possible.

Bub opened the door, her face showing clear signs that she had been crying, and ran straight into Bucky’s arms. “I, I’m just a lil scared Mr.” She mumbled into his sweater.

Bucky picked Bub up and began walking towards the front door as she snuggled her head into the crook of his neck. “I know Bub, but it will be really quick okay? I’ll be there the whole time.” He paused, an idea quickly coming to mind. “If you’re a really good girl for me I have a surprise for you.”

Y/n shot her head up quickly, her tears drying as she spoke. “What kind of surprise Mr?”

“Bub.” He chuckled. “I can’t tell you what it is if it’s a surprise!” He mumbled against her forehead, his lips now planted there.

“So be a good girl get a stuffy?” Y/n repeated back.

“Hey, I never said it was a stuffy!” Bucky pulled away, a look of disbelief on his face.

“Ebry time you say you hab a surprise it’s always a stuffy!” Bub exclaimed, trying to defend herself.

Bucky just chuckled and began to make his way towards Doctor Cho’s office.

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When Y/n and Bucky arrived at Doctor Cho’s office they directed into a small check up room located in the back, a crinkly papered bed, a couple chairs and a desk with a large computer on it. Y/n never loved how boring the compound was, she preferred neutral colours over the greys and blues used in every room. Hence why Bucky painted his apartment walls cream and got new furniture, but she didn’t know that.

“Okay, Y/n?” Cho asked as she walked into the room, placing her clipboard down on her desk and standing towards Bub who was sitting on the bed.

Y/n just stared up at cho like a deer in the headlights, her fight or flight mode clearly activated. “Yes” Bucky chuckled. “Sorry, she’s just a little sacred” He explained, though it was obvious Y/n was unsettled with the current situation.

“Thats totally normal, no worries.” Cho said as she began to walk towards Y/n. “I’m just going to preform a simple check up okay? Bucky does this every time he comes home from a mission!” she explained, trying to lighten the mood. “And then once thats done i’m going to check your teeth oaky?” she asked.

Y/n just nodded her head, her eyes still wide and threatening to let her tears escape. Cho began to look in Y/n’s mouth, ears and nose, looking for any abnormalities before moving on to testing her joints. “Any issues lately?” She asked Bucky, looking for an answer to make sure she wont miss anything.

“Nothing really, she does have a hard time sleeping at night time.” He pauses, looking towards Y/n who was now playing with the beaded string on Doctors Cho’s lanyard. “But i’m assuming its just because she isn’t used to her new bed yet.” He explained, hoping that the sleep issues would go away on their own.

“That could definitely be it Bucky, there isn’t any need to worry about the sleep issues yet. But if she does keep up the bad sleeping patterns for more than a month please let me know!”

“Yah of course.” Bucky huffed, really hoping that wouldn’t be the case.

“Okay next is the booster shot.” Cho explained, looking at Y/n as tears began to once again collect. “It’s not going to hurt at all okay, Bucky will hold your hand and I promise you’ll feel just a small little pinch.”

Y/n quickly looked towards Bucky, searching for any reason to not get the shot, only to be met with Bucky standing up and walking towards the table. He quickly picked Y/n up and sat himself down on the table, placing her in his lap. “We’ll do it together bub okay?”

Bub didn’t want to go through with this but if Mr promised to hold her hand, and the nice lady was right when she said it wouldn’t hurt that much, she could get through it. Bucky put his metal arm around Bub’s middle and her arm instinctively wrapped around it, her other hand searching for his flesh hand to hold. As Y/n was doing so Cho was standing by and began to wipe down Y/n’s arm, before Y/n could even turn her head to watch the alcohol swab be thrown out the shot was administered.

“Oh” Bub mumbled, her gaze moving to look at Cho. “It really didn’t hurt dat much.” She said, her voice unsure and yet sure all at the same time.

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Bucky and Bub were told to move to the next room over, a room with a dentist chair and again a few other chairs scattered around the room. At the back stood a large white cabinet that Y/n assumed held all of Cho’s dentist things.

“This will be super quick bub, she just needs to clean your teeth okay?” Bucky smiled as he placed Y/n in the big dentist chair.

“I cleaned dem dis morning I promise!” Y/n exclaimed.

“I know you did bub, I watched you” Bucky chuckled. “She just needs to do a super clean that you and I cant do ourselves is all.”

“Oh o’tay, but can you hold my hand?” Y/n whispered, slightly embarrassed that she still wanted Bucky’s support.

“Of course Bub” Bucky said as he grabbed her hand, planting a quick kiss on her palm right as Doctor Cho walked in.

As Doctor Cho cleaned Y/n’s teeth, using different tools, Bucky sat next to her, never letting go of her hand. The two of them looking up at the small Tv that was suspended from the ceiling that was playing an episode of My Little Pony, Bub’s favourite.

Before bub could begin to complain that she didn’t like how long this was taking or how her teeth were being scratched over and over Doctor Cho was finished. Moving her tools to the side and turning the Tv off. “All done?” Y/n questioned, taking turns looking at both Bucky and Doctor Cho.

“Yes you’re all done!” Doctor cho exclaimed, holding out a bag that contained a green toothbrush, a pack of fruity tic tacs and some new dental floss. “You did great Y/n” She said, making Bub blush.

Doctor Cho had barely left the room when Y/n turned towards Bucky, his hand still in hers. “Present now?” She whispered.

Bucky chuckled, he though she would at least wait until they got home before she asked but he should have expected her impatient behaviour. “Not yet bub, the present is at home okay.”

“Why did you not put da stuffy in your bag?” She asked, pointing towards Bucky’s backpack that sat at his feet.

“Bub its not a stuffed animal, the surprise is at home!”

“So ice cream den?” Bub smiled, knowing Bucky’s only other common present was ice cream.

“You aren’t supposed to guess what your present is Bub.” Bucky huffed. “But yes it’s ice cream.”

Rain Drops And Cozy Sweaters

Bucky x Little!Fem!Reader

Warnings - Reader eats a cake pop, lots and lots of fluff, quite a bit of angst at the end

Word Count - 1.4k

SFW - Please note that my blog is SFW and I would like all comments and personal interactions with my blog to be SFW

Series - This is part three to my Cafe BigNSmall series! you can check out the other two parts on my masterlist which is the pinned post on my account!

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“You said we could go to da park”

“Bub” Bucky chuckled “look outside” he said, y/n turned her head towards the widow, raindrops racing down the glass and puddles on the street were getting bigger and bigger.

“‘S no fair” she pouted, tears threatened to spill, sadness engulfing her in a hug. She really wanted Mr to take her to the park today.

“I know, I'm sorry” bucky sighed, he felt bad for her, he knew she really wanted to go play outside, she wore green rainboots and a matching raincoat in anticipation.

“Well, what do we do now Mr?” She looked up at him, her eyes were glossy and a permanent frown sat on her face.

“Hmm” Bucky pretended to ponder before he grabbed his backpack and placed it on his lap. “First we will get cake pops”

Y/n nodded her head instantly in agreement, “Then” bucky continued, reaching into his bag to pull out a box “We can play this”

Y/n sat up straight and let out a little squeal “CandyLand!” A smile now plastered on her face, her eyes large and no longer filled with tears.

Y/n reached out towards the box, as she began to open the box up Bucky just looked at her. He felt content, he liked taking care of someone, making sure someone else was okay instead of always being the person people took care of. He loved being able to surprise Y/n with a new colouring book or buying her cake pops because he felt like his life finally had some good meaning.

“I wanna be da little ice cream cone” Y/n said without even looking up, her view fixated on the little figure she held in her hand. “‘f dats okay wif you” she quickly said, looking to Bucky for any signs of distress over her choice.

“Of course bub, anything for you!” he exclaimed with a smile. “I’m going to get us some cake pops, which one do you want?”

Y/n smiled as she looked towards the glass display. “Da sprinkles one please”

Bucky stood up and grabbed his wallet, then walked over to the counter to order. Y/n began to set up the game, placing her character on the board and lining the others up on the table so Bucky could choose his own.

Bucky walked back, two cake pops and a coffee in one hand and a cup of juice that he set in front of Y/n. “Here you go bub” Bucky handed her a cake pop, a few sprinkles falling to the table as she took it out of his grasp. “Tank you” Y/n giggled, her eyes wide as she took a bite of the cake pop. “Um Mr, you needa pick a little guy” She gestured towards the lined up figures.

“Of course, how could I forget!” He laughed. “I’ll be the marshmallow”

The two of them sat at the table opposite of each other playing the game for an hour or so, Bucky losing most of the games, nor for a lack of trying, he wanted to win but luck seemed to be on Y/n’s side.

When Bucky looked up once they had finished their 8th game he saw goosebumps along Y/n’s arms, her t-shirt not enough to keep her warm. He had insisted she take her coat off so he could hang it up to dry and now felt culpable for her discomfort.

“Bub” He said, Y/n looking up at him, her face quickly lighting up. “Are you cold?” He asked, her smile soon faded and she nodded her head. “Do you want my sweater?” he held up a black crew neck sweater from his backpack waiting for an answer.

“But dats yours.” She questioned, her eyes wide and her face showing she was confused.

“Yes it’s mine, but you're cold and I want you to have it okay?” Bucky reasoned.

“kay, but only if you really want”

Bucky simply chuckled, he stood up and walked towards her. “Put your arms up bub” He said, her arms immediately going above her head. He pulled the sweater onto her body and fixed the shoulders a little. He was big, he knew that, but seeing the sweater on Y/n made him realise just how broad his shoulders were.

“Tanks” Y/n whispered, a smile plastered on her face.

“Of course bub” Bucky whispered back, leaning down to place a short kiss on her forehead before he walked back to his seat.

Y/n took a sip of juice and laid her head on the table. “Mr?” she asked, Bucky humming back a ‘yes’. “I, um, I have somfin for you” she murmured as she lifted her head off the table and began to look through her backpack. “Here”

Y/n held out a baggie that held cookies, a big “Mr” written on the corner of the baggie in sharpie. Bucky smiled, he almost cried, the thoughtful gift really hitting him hard. She had made cookies, thought of him, and decided to take time to make him a little bag full. Quickly though he got scared, if she made these cookies then she used an oven, and from what he could see she didn’t seem to be big often, if at all.

“Do you like dem?” Y/n asked worryingly, sacred his silence meant he didn't like them.

“I love them bub” He smiled. “Did you make them yourself?” He asked, Y/n nodded her head at his question. Before he could press the situation further and ask if she was big when doing so, his phone rang. “I need to take this” He huffed. “Why don’t you colour for a bit?” He suggested.

Y/n nodded and got out her colouring book and crayons, perfectly content to colour a new picture. Bucky on the other hand went outside to take his call. The caller ID read “Steve”, He knew this meant a new mission and he wasn't looking forward to being away from Y/n.

“What’s going on Steve?” He asked, his voice weary.

“We have a new mission, I tried to find you at the tower but Stark said you had left. Where are you?”

Bucky laughed. “Remember that cafe we used to go to back in the day? Cafe BigNSmall?”

“Yes?” Steve questioned.

“Well i've been going there for a few days now, I met a girl.” As Bucky explained were he was he looked back inside the cafe, Y/n sat in her seat just colouring away.

“Wow, I’m happy for you Buck. But as happy as I am we still have a mission and need to leave now” Steve stated, his tone urgent.

“Right, right. What time do we leave?” Bucky asked.

“As soon as you get back.”

“Okay, yah I’ll be back in 20 minutes, pack a bag for me.”

Bucky hung up the phone and began walking inside. “Mr!” Y/n squeeled. “‘s not raining anymore! We can go to da park!”

Bucky’s heart broke a little at that, he knew he had to go and he knew he couldn’t go to the park with her, he just didn’t know how to tell her. “Bub” Bucky breathed. “I have to go to work, I just got a call and they need me right now.”

“Oh, otay” Y/n stuttered, her voice uneven. “Maybe tomorrow den?” She questioned.

Bucky crouched down to his knees beside her seat, turning her body towards his, his hands placed right above her knees. “I’m going to be gone for a little bit, bub.” Tears began to pool in Y/n’s eyes, someone had said this to her before but just never came back. She didn't want Bucky to leave but at the same time she knew she had to accept her fate. “I will be back next wednesday okay? and if not I will call you to let you know okay?”

Y/n nodded her head, he wouldn't call, he wouldn't come back. Maybe it was a girl on the phone and he was going to see her, leaving her behind. She placed her hands on either side of Bucky's face and gave him a forehead kiss just like he had given her earlier. “otay” she whispered, her voice once again uneasy.

With that Bucky packed up his things and said goodbye. Soon after he had left Y/n left too, her only hope was that he would at least come back for his sweater.

I was just daydreaming today and was thinking about bub giving sir a little tour of where she lives, and she's so proud because sje made it her own and pretty and cute. And maybe she'd even introduce him to each stuffie they come across throughout the house and stuff.

Cafe BigNSmall - Bucky Barnes (Headcannon (Chapter One/Two)

Bub’s Stuffie Show And Tell

Bucky x Little!Fem!Reader

Warnings - NONE! Literally just fluff, like so much it might hurt!

Please know i’m totally up for any Bub and Mr suggestions! I’m really loving writing for them right now so if anyone has any ideas let me know!!

Note - I have a whole idea about when Bucky sees Bub’s apartment for the first time so I changed up the idea a bit! But we all know Bucky is head over heels for Bub and would sit through hours of her talking about random things so this is just him being an idiot in love … as he should be

Note Two - I’m thinking this fits between the first and second part! Thats what I feel would work because I don’t think it would fit in the future with what I have planned.

Note Three - This is a part of a series I have on my masterlist! You don’t need to read the parts to necessarily understand this blurb!

SFW - My account is SFW, please keep all interactions with this post and my blog SFW

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“What’s in your backpack bub?” Bucky asked, Bub staring at him wide eyed from her booth seat.

“‘m jus some things.” She mumbled shyly, slowly sinking back into her seat.

“What things?” Bucky asked calmly, a soft smile on his face.

“You hab to pinky promise to not make fun of me, okay Mr?”

“I would never make fun of you bub!” Bucky reassured her.

Quickly bub pulled her bag onto the table from its resting spot beside her. She zipped open the front pocket and pulled out a small zip up bag, one she had clearly sewn herself, the fabric printed with small frogs and plants. “Um i keep little tings in here.” She said as she opened the bag, pulling out chapstick, keys, and some tic tacs. “Do you want one?” she asked, holding out the tic tac container towards him.

“I’m okay, but thank you bub, thats very kind of you.” Bucky was taking notes in his head what flavour the tic tacs and chapstick were, he would keep those notes for a later date in case she needed something and went to him for help.

“m’kay” Bub answered, quickly opening the big pouch and snuggling the bag a little closer to her body. “Um, well dis is my frog.” Y/n mumbled, her voice barley above a whisper as she placed the frog onto the table. Her eyes avoiding Bucky’s at all costs, expecting him to laugh at her.

Instead Bucky picked the frog up and looked at him. “He’s very cute, whats his name?”

Y/n’s eyes shot up in shock, a shy smile creeping on to her face. “‘m his name is ‘green bean’”

Bucky chuckled, “Thats adorable” He breathed. “Where did you get his cute little outfit?” He asked, surprised that the sweater and overalls fit him perfectly.

“I made dem.” Bub exclaimed, her grip was still tight on the backpack but she finally feeling a little more comfortable about the situation. “I knitted da sweater, and da overalls I made him so he could hab some like mine!”

Bucky’s smile grew ten times bigger, he was proud of and shocked at Y/n’s crafting abilities, loving that she took time to do things that allowed positive distraction.

Y/n reached back into her bag and pulled out a grey lump, quickly turning it towards Bucky to show off the elephant. “Dis is ellie!” Y/n beamed, her smile so wide and eyes full of joy. “She is da best, very soft, you should feel!” She babbled, pushing the elephant towards Bucky.

Before he could comment how how soft the elephant really was she pulled out a green dinosaur, Bucky slowly realized just how big her bag was, she had already pulled out her colouring book and crayons when she first got here. “My grandpa got me dis dino, his name is dan, after my grandpa. Dan da dino” She said proudly.

“You’ve got lots of stuffies bub.” Bucky laughed. The frog sat against his chest and the table, the elephant held in his arm and the dinosaur now sat in front of him.

“‘m almost finished!” Bub persisted, her hands quickly dipping pack into her bag, this time to grab a sweet purple bunny. “Dis is purple grape!”

Bucky chuckled. “Purple grape?” He questioned.

“Yah, I wan to get all da bunnies, dey come in different colours and I wan to name dem after fruits!” Y/n reasoned, her arms wrapping around the bunny’s body.

“What other colours do you have?” Bucky asked, curious.

“Jus dis one, I really like da blue one, I would call him blueberry!” Y/n giggled. “Dey are all so cute!”

“They are bub, so cute.” Bucky said, by “They” he meant “You”, he wanted to tell bub she was adorable, but he didn’t want to push anything. Now all he had to do was try and figure out where she gets her stuffed animals. As Bub continued to ramble on about her stuffies she had at home he moved the ones in his arms around to find the tags, hopeful that he could get Bub her blueberry.

The Blue Crayon

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Little!Reader

SFW - this fic is completely SFW and clean, please dont interact if you have dark intentions and please dont comment mean things. This fic is for those, like myself, that regresses to heal their younger self or because its a safe coping mechanism.

Summary - Reader breaks a crayon and turns to Bucky for help (1.2k)

Warnings - some tears, broken crayons, mainly just fluff

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Bucky spent his mornings in a cafe, in the same seat that was placed near a window, lots of light always graced his table and plants thrived in pots that sat on the windowsill next to him. The cafe wasn't just any cafe, it was a cafe for caregivers and littles, a place that was safe for both parties, giving an escape from the harsh world. Bucky used to come here before the war, he was surprised but grateful that the cafe was still around.

Maybe it was foolish but he always came to the cafe in the hopes that a little would walk through the doors and find a home in his arms. He was a natural caregiver and longed for a little. Though he hoped a little would find their way to him he never thought it was a possibility, that was until y/n came in one day.

She always wore overalls or leggings, her outfits always included her beloved green backpack that held a stuffed animal and many coloring books. She would walk in and order a water and a cake pop, always picking whichever flavor had sprinkles on it. Once she got her order she would sit at the table behind Bucky, their booth seats touched and he could always hear her humming from behind him.

He watched her for weeks, trying to gain the courage to talk to her, ask her her favorite colors, maybe get to know her, but he never did. Sometimes they were the only ones in the cafe, Bucky longed to see her as she coloured, maybe even help her. He didn't know how to approach her so he never did, he stuck to reading his book in his booth with his coffee and sandwich, waiting for the day he would finally go talk to her.

“Um, mr?” A small voice spoke from his right. Bucky looked up and saw her, she wore overalls and a green long sleeve, her hair in disarray.

Bucky sat stunned, he couldn’t believe that she was actually standing in front of him, she seemed even more beautiful up close. Though once he snapped out of his state of shock he noticed a few tears were running down her face. “Hi, what’s wrong?” he cooed.

Bucky sat stunned, he couldn’t believe that she was actually standing in front of him, she seemed even more beautiful up close. Though once he snapped out of his state of shock he noticed a few tears were running down her face. “Hi, what’s wrong?” he cooed.

“My crayon’s broken” she mumbled, her lower lip wobbling “the nice lady at the desk said you might have some crayons” her voice now barely above a whisper.

Bucky smiled, this was the exact reason he Carried crayons in his bag, along with other supplies one might need. “I do, what color do you need bub?”

The moment the nickname left his mouth a small grin graced her face, the tears now dry on her face, he could tell she felt more at ease than she did a minute ago. “Blue” she mumbled, her voice was quiet and Bucky could tell she was naturally shy.

Bucky pulled out his package of crayons, he had a 90 pack, he wanted to impress any little he may come by and he thought that this was an easy way to make a good first impression. The girl's eyes lit up as Bucky put the crayon box on his table, her hands began to fiddle with the pant legs on her overalls, she was clearly excited.

“What blue do you want?” Bucky’s voice was low and had a steady tone, wanting to keep her relaxed and not scare her by being loud.

Before Bucky could give her a crayon she walked back to her table and grabbed her crayon box, walking back to Bucky’s table she held out her left hand, a broken blue crayon sat in her hand and Bucky gently picked it up. Her right hand held a clearly well used 16 crayon box, a white sticker that read ‘y/n’ was stuck on the front of it.

“Y/n?” Bucky said, getting the girl's attention once again, she blushed as she looked at him, his blue eyes giving her a sense of comfort “why don't you grab your backpack and sit at my table? Then you can use all of my crayons!” Bucky hoped that his offer would intrigue her, so she once again ran off to her table.

For a split second Bucky was ready for her to leave the cafe, maybe he scared her off, but just a minute later she put her bag on the seat in front of him and slid in after it. She placed a my little pony coloring book on the table and looked up at Bucky, she played with her hands anxiously in her lap.

“Do you have pink in the box?” Y/n asked, dried tears could still be seen on her face but she seemed at ease, her legs swinging under the table and her eyes bright.

“I do” bucky chuckled, he opened the crayon box and turned it towards her, y/n’s hands instantly pulled it closer, she was completely in her element, her eyes scanning the box and a large smile on her face.

She picked out a few crayons and opened her book, Bucky could tell she loved coloring, almost all of the pages were full of color. She finally found a page that hadn’t been used and ripped it out, she slid the page across the table to Bucky and looked at him with doe eyes, “thank you”

“Thank you for the crayons” she chirped back. She took a few seconds to find another blank page but once she did she got right to work filling every space possible with color.

Minutes passed and the two sat in silence, Bucky felt at home, like this is where he was meant to be, coloring with a sweet girl who clearly felt comfortable around him. She straightened her back abruptly to take a good look at her finished coloring page, Bucky looked over and smiled, she almost kept the colors in the lines.

“That looks beautiful y/n” Bucky praised the girl, she smiled at him and began to flip through the pages to find another coloring page.

The two sat together, y/n humming along to some made up song every once in a while, until an alarm rang, her phone sat in her bag as the alarm continued to go off. She eventually fished it out and turned it off, “I have to go home now” she was clearly sad “will you” she paused and began to play with her fingers, “are you here tomorrow?” She asked, her voice once again barley above a whisper.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” Bucky asked, she nodded her head and smiled, “then of course i'll be here tomorrow” the two of them smiled as they held eye contact.

Y/n began to pack her things up, putting away the crayons back in the box, “can you bring these too?” She pointed at the box of crayons.

“Why don't you keep them? You can bring them back tomorrow if you would like” Bucky slid the box of crayons closer to her.

“Borrow them?” She mumbled

“Why don't you keep them? I’m sure you can take better care of them than i can”

Before she could even think of arguing Bucky sent her a look, she knew not to argue and placed them in her bag, whispering a ‘thank you’ before standing up and grabbing her bag.

She slipped out of the cafe before Bucky could say goodbye, the broken blue crayon still sat on the table, he picked it up and kept it in his pocket, a reminder of the best day he’s had in a long time.

New book

Bucky x Fem!Little!Reader

Word count - 1.5k

SFW - my blog is safe for work, please keep your comments and intentions safe for work when you interact with my fics!

Warnings - again just a little bit of tears due to happiness and being tired, lots of fluff, nicknames like “bub” and “baby”

Read the first part - here

“Mr!” Bucky heard someone call from the door, looking over and seeing y/n standing in the foyer of the cafe, overalls and backpack on.

“Hi bub!” He said back, motioning for them to come over and sit at his table. “Are you hungry at all?” He asked as she sat down on the booth seat opposite of him.

She nodded her head, clearly not comfortable enough to talk yet, Bucky stood up and began to walk towards the cafe’s counter, he was able to take four steps before a hand softly gripped his wrist, he turned around to see Y/n holding out a $5 bill. “Its okay bub, i'll buy it”

“But you gave me crayons” she whispered, her eyes silently pleading him to take the money.

“I want to buy you a cake pop, why don't you color me a picture? That way we’re even?” Bucky hoped she would take the bait, he finally was able to take care of someone, his avengers payout money finally being spent on someone he felt deserved it. Y/n nodded and walked back to her seat immediately pulling out her coloring book and the box of crayons that bucky gave her, quickly flipping through to find an empty page.

Once the barista gave him the sprinkle cake pop and water bottle he ordered, he began to walk over to the table, Y/n was still focused on her coloring page. When Bucky sat down she looked up and smiled, ripping the page out of her book and sliding it over to him.

Bucky looked at the picture, she had coloured a pony in black and gray, and coloured another pony in green and blue, clearly symbolizing the two of them. The top of the page had the two words “mr” and “bub” written in messy crayon,

“Is this us?” Bucky questioned, looking up at the girl who had a large smile on her face.

“Mhm, and those are your crayons” she pointed at a little yellow rectangle that she drew at the bottom of the page, her smile growing bigger by the second.

“I love it, here bub” he handed y/n the cake pop that had multi color sprinkles on the top.

“Tank you” y/n’s words began to slur, clearly comfortable enough to fully slip into little space.

“I brought you something y/n.” the girl perked up at his words, excited to see what he was grabbing from his bag. Bucky pulled out a new my little pony coloring book, similar to the one y/n already had but it had different pictures inside.

Y/n shyly reached for it and held it in her hands, the cake pop forgotten about and placed on a napkin. She flipped through the pages, tears filling her waterline. “All for me?” She whispered.

“Yah bubba, you need a new one.” Bucky smiled and began to speak again “I was out buying groceries and saw it and thought ‘bub would love that’ so I had to get it for you” his words caused y/n’s tears to finally descend down her cheeks.

Before Bucky could sooth her with kind words she stood up and walked to his seat, sliding her knees onto the booth and hugging Bucky's side. “I lob it.'' she whispered, a few tears still falling down her face, some making their way down her neck.

Bucky went to hug her back but y/n’s arms had already unwrapped themselves from his torso, her body now sitting forwards on his side of the booth. Y/n reached for her coloring book and crayons and slid them over so she could continue coloring beside bucky.

Without saying anything she ripped out a page and placed it in front of Bucky, sliding the crayons over so they sat in between the two of them. “Fer you” y/n said, her eyes meeting buckys. He felt appreciated and loved by the girl, he felt useful and couldn’t ask for more.

Another cake pop and many coloring pages finished, y/n’s timer went off, silently she turned it off and continued coloring. “Bub you need to go home.” Bucky's voice held authority and a sense of worry.

“But m’having fun” y/n whined, puppy dog eyes on full display.

“I know, me too, but it's going to get dark soon!” Bucky's voice soft and convincing. Y/n was still engrossed in her coloring page.

“You dribe me?” She asked, still not looking up from her page, though she had stopped coloring and placed her hands in her lap.

Bucky didn't know what to do and had no idea how to respond, should he be worried that she trusts him so fast? He hasn’t even told her his name. Does she know who he is? The big scary winter soldier driving home a sweet neighborhood girl was a headline he could already see.

Bucky's mind continued to fill with negative thoughts, completely forgetting where he was and who was near him. He felt his metal hand being picked up and moved around, regaining focus he saw y/n holding it in her hand, playing with his fingers absentminded like she would play with her own.

“Ip’s fine, I’ll go home” y/n was now looking up at bucky, his left hand still in her right one, her left one quickly piling up all of her things.

“Bub stop” Bucky reasoned, “I’ll drive you home it's okay, we can stay for 30 more minutes okay?”

Y/n’s face lit up and she did a small happy dance, more of a wiggle with her legs swinging but Bucky still found it cute.

Bucky coloured a few pages while y/n sat and focused on one, trying her best, but ultimately, failing to stay in the lines of her pony picture. Tears gathered and threatened to spill, her mind and body extremely tired, her emotional control beginning to dwindle.

“Bub what’s going on?” Bucky’s tone was soft and concerned, confused as to why y/n was crying.

“The libes, and the colors, they don't work” she sobbed, her tears falling onto her page, her body shaking slightly.

“It's okay, the picture looks better like this” Bucky pointed out, he loved her coloring pages more than he loved his own, maybe he was biased because he liked y/n so much but her use of color always warmed his heart.

Bucky rubbed circles on y/n’s back, he could tell she was tired, her eyes drooping every now and then and he could hear her breathing fall into a deep pattern. “Why don't we get you home hmm?” Bucky let out a breathy chuckle as y/n nodded, she slowly got up and bucky followed behind, leading her out the front door with his hand on her back. He wore her backpack on his right shoulder, his shoulders too broad for it to sit the right way.

The two of them loaded up into Bucky’s Jeep, y/n commented on how much she liked the green color and how comfy his seats were. Before Bucky could leave and drive her home he asked her to punch in her address into his navigation system.

After some contemplating y/n finally punched in her address “should be right” she mumbled, moving around in her seat to find a comfy position.

Y/n’s house was only a 3 minute drive away, Bucky wasn’t surprised, she clearly walked to the cafe everyday. When Bucky pulled up outside of her apartment complex she had somehow found a way to fall asleep so fast.

“Bub, Bub you’re home” bucky cooed, softly waking her up.

“I don't wanna go”

“Don't worry baby you'll see me tomorrow.'' Bucky said, brushing a few strands of her hair away from her face as she still sat comfortably in the passenger seat. Her face heated up at the new more personal nickname that Bucky had given her.

“You promise again” she mumbled.

“Of course, and if you hurry to bed i'll take you to the park tomorrow too” y/n lit up at bucky’s words and gave Bucky's cheek a quick kiss before grabbing her bag from the floor beneath her feet and rushing out of the Jeep.

“Walk baby” Bucky said as he could see her already making a run towards her building's door.

She walked until she thought Bucky couldn’t see her anymore and then began to run once again. Bucky saw the entire thing and laughed to himself, before he left he favorited her address in his phone and set an alarm so he could wake up as early as possible the next day.

Ready to see his baby again and take her to his favorite park.