Summary: You go on your usual walk with your dog in the park only to bump into someone special.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: ~1000
Warnings: This is my first published fanfic, so it’s probably crap. As far as content, pretty tame. One cuss word, maybe just a lil fluff/flirting.
A/N: Like I said, first published fanfic, so please go easy on me (if anyone sees this). I hope you enjoy :D If anyone wants a part 2, just let me know!
phone alarm woke you up at your usual time, 9:30 a.m. Normally, you’d roll over
and take it off of its charger, turn off the alarm, and would check all of your
emails and social media to get a slower start to your morning. But the warm presence lying next to (and on top of)
you was stopping you from doing that.
“Lola,” you managed to wheeze out, “Can you maybe get off
Your loveable, but heavy, German Shepherd wagged her tail
in response, but stayed where she was, resting her head on your chest,
snuggling in deeper into the hollow of your shoulder and neck.
“Does someone want to be lazy today?” you asked. “Or do you
want to go for a…walk?”
At your last word, Lola leapt up in excitement, practically
bruising your ribs in the process. You gripped your abdomen in pain for a few
moments as she licked your face happily.
“Okay, okay, we’ll go for the walk.”
After getting dressed in some yoga pants and an athletic
jacket, you grabbed Lola’s leash, hooking it onto her collar and heading out
your apartment door. Despite her easily excitable tendencies, Lola was always
very well-behaved when you went on walks, staying faithfully by your side.
She’d never run, even if there was another dog or squirrel that caught her
attention. It was something you were very proud of your fur baby for.
You walked just the few blocks from your apartment until
reaching the park. You preferred coming here earlier in the morning as opposed
to the afternoon, as it wasn’t as crowded and was more peaceful. You began
walking your usual path with Lola at your side, observing all your
surroundings. The trees were just starting to turn shades of red and orange, with
a few leaves scattered on the ground here and there, which Lola happily
All of a sudden, you heard Lola bark beside you, and just
as you looked down to see what got her attention enough to warrant a bark, she
bolted across the grass, yanking the leash from your grip and nearly making you
“Wh-Lola!” you shouted after her. This was just
uncharacteristic. Lola never ran off,
and judging by the way her tail was wagging at full force, she wasn’t scared,
Rolling your eyes, you began to run after your dog,
continuing to shout her name in hopes of breaking her attention from whatever
seemed to hold it. But as you saw Lola skid to a stop, you realized it was more
of a whom.
You stopped in your tracks, seeing Lola running and bouncing
happily around a complete stranger. Lola was a social dog, and would greet
strangers unless they were untrustworthy or creepy, but she never went in full
love-mode like this so soon before.
Shaking your head, you walked up to the man, who Lola was still
vying for the affection of. He was bent down, and she flopped over onto her
back in hopes of getting a belly rub.
“Your dog is very friendly,” the man said, laughing softly. His smile was faint, but still gorgeous.
“She’s not normally,” you said in response, a bit flustered. As the man
turned to raise a questioning eyebrow at you, you shook your head, realizing
how that just sounded. “Not that she’s a mean dog or anything. She’s very
sweet, just not normally so affectionate to someone she or I don’t know, and
she definitely doesn’t run to someone like that. No offense to you, I mean. I’m sure you’re great.” Shut up. Shut up now, you thought.
“She’s just social,” he said, and smiled warmly down
at her. Apparently, he was just as smitten with her as Lola was with him. And
as you looked down at the two of them more, you soon began to realize how the
man seemed slightly familiar to you. His broad, muscular physique was one clue,
as well as the shaggy brunette locks that fell to his strong jawline. And as he
pet Lola, you noticed his attire – a long sleeved athletic shirt and basketball
shorts – and a pair of what looked like to be bicycling gloves covering his
hands. It was cooler outside today, but not enough to warrant gloves. When the end of the
sleeve of his left arm rode up from the edge of his glove, revealing a hint of
metal, you realized exactly how you knew this man.
You stopped your jaw from hitting the ground as you
realized that this was none other than the Winter Soldier himself, a.k.a.
Captain America’s best friend, for crying out loud. Of all people to run to,
your dog just magically picked the super soldier hero. On second thought, maybe that’s why she bolted toward him so fast, you
thought. I would have done the same –
he’s pretty hot.
Shaking your head, you brought yourself out of your
thoughts and back into the present situation, which was the Winter Soldier petting your German Shepherd. Just a normal Wednesday morning for you, sure.
“I’m sorry Lola interrupted your run,” you said, rubbing
the back of your neck. You almost felt like an embarrassed teenager with their
mother, as Lola was now vigorously licking his leg.
“It’s no problem,” he replied. “It’s the most affection
I’ve gotten in 70 years, anyway.”
You didn’t know if it was appropriate for you to laugh or
not – you didn’t want to be rude to someone who could probably crush you in
two, and that’s not with the metal arm. You knew everything about his history
that the internet and the media gave out, and even then you knew it wasn’t all
correct – he was a person, after all, not just some discussion topic. But the
fact he grew up with Captain America was one that you knew to be true.
“You can laugh, God knows the others do,” he said to you.
You let out the smile you were trying to repress (and probably were failing at) with a sigh.
“I’m glad you told me, otherwise I would have probably just
stood there awkwardly,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”
To your surprise, he held out a hand - the non-metal one. “Bucky. It’s nice to
“You, too,” you said, shaking his hand. Despite the cooler
temperature outside, his hand was surprisingly warm. “Well, I’m sure you have
more important things to do than to talk to me and pet my dog.” Probably a
bunch of badass superhero things. “Have a nice day. Come on, Lola.”
Practically having to drag your dog away from him, you
watch as Bucky resumes his run. You turn around, shaking your head in disbelief
at what just happened to you. You had to
call your sister.
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Written for @meru90 who draws some of the most adorable Haikyuu shit I’ve ever seen in my life, and who recently just celebrated a birthday!! I used one of herKagehina artsas inspiration for this fic~
Winter was slowly creeping in, gently
nudging Autumn aside with her biting winds and settling in over the land by
occasionally sprinkling it with white and freezing the ground. She walked hither and thither at night, every
wave of her arms sending freezing cold winds to rattle windowpanes, and turning
puddles to ice when she stepped in them.
Sometimes she sprinkled extra snow on top to hide they were there. She thought it rather amusing when humans
slipped on these hidden ice patches she made in the road as they walked…
Which is exactly what Kageyama Tobio did on his morning walk to school.
While looking for parts for my J.C Higgins Model 20 shotgun project, I recalled the name J.C Higgins is associated with a ton of other stuff, all sold through Sears & Roebuck. Bicycles, baseball bats and gloves, even fishing gear. I figured since my shotgun project is sort of post-apocalyptic themed, I wanted matching accessories.
Looked for the ugliest J.C Higgins fishing tackle box I could find on eBay for a decent price. It’s dented, pitted, just a tiny bit rusty and crushed on all sides. The original owner’s name looks like it was scratched into the finish with a nail. It still has the intact J.C Higgins nameplate.
Which matches my shotgun’s markings.
But instead of fishing lures, it holds shotgun shells. Inside is just a mix of target and game loads that I used for testing whether the wads get caught in the shotgun’s compensator/choke. My slugs and buckshot are for my other, modern tactical shotguns.
Sears used to sell cars and even guns, now they sell Kardashian crap. No wonder they’re going out of business. Next up, J.C Higgins baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire…
Me, my Bike Sprites, my fabulous 70s maroon nylons and my buddy bicycle
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