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[shima-draws]

@barbedwireandbubblegum GOOD ONE, here they are!! Feat my freckles headcanon ehee

[spnfamilybirthdays]

Off the Hook

Hey @barbedwireandbubblegum, Happy Birthday!  Lots of love from your SPN Family!

“Dude, you totally forgot,” you heard Sam say from the other room, obvious disappointment in his voice.  

“I would never -” Dean responded.  If you hadn’t been rounding the corner in that exact moment, you would have missed the look that Sam gave Dean to cut him off.

“What did Dean forget this time?” you asked, drawing the eyes of both brothers.  They looked guilty.  “Did he eat something he shouldn’t have?  Not put the books away in the right place?  What?”

Dean looked over at Sam, his eyebrows raised.  “I might not have been the only person that forgot,” Dean said, looking back at you.

“What?” you asked.  “I forgot something?”

Sam turned to one of the shelves, pulling something out where you couldn’t see.  When he brought it into view, you saw a box wrapped in newspaper, a makeshift bow on top. 

“Happy birthday, Y/N,” Sam said, offering you the present.

You calculated the date in your head.  Surely you hadn’t been hiding out in the bunker for that long, had you?  But no, once you thought it over, you realized Sam was right.  It was your birthday.

You sighed.  “You’re off the hook, Dean,” you said, smiling as you took the present.  “I forgot, too.”

Dean punched the air, glad that you weren’t angry at him.  He came around the table to give you a side-hug as you unwrapped your gift.  

You could have guessed that Sam wouldn’t forget your birthday.

Happy birthday from @just-another-busy-fangirl

[impalaimagining]

What would happen if Sam was hit with the memory spell instead of Dean

Fading Fast

“Sammy?” You poked your head through his bedroom door, a sliver of light from the hall casting itself across his sleeping body. “You awake yet?” He stirred as you came closer to his bed, rolling over and running a hand through his messy hair. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He grumbled, his voice raspy and full of sleep. “Everything okay?” 

“That’s what we’re coming to check, sweetie.” You gave him a sad smile and brushed hair away from his face. “You feelin’ okay?” 

“I don’t really know. I mean... after everything you told me, I guess I shouldn’t be okay, right? But I think I am. Is that bad?” He sat up and played with his hands in his lap.

“No, Sam. It - it’s gonna be okay.” You blinked back your tears. 

“Why are you crying?” He jumped and shuffled closer to where you were sitting on the edge of his bed, taking your hand in his. You looked up and met his shining hazel eyes, but you weren’t really looking at Sam - not the Sam you knew, anyway. “Y/N.” 

“This is so damn hard, Sam. You only know my name because of this.” You pointed to the name tag you’d dug up from your days as a barista and pinned to your shirt. “You have no idea who I really am, and you especially don’t-” 

“Mama?” A small voice came from the doorway. Standing up, you walked to the little girl standing at the door, blanket in hand. You scooped her up and placed her on your hip, walking back over to the bed and sitting down, positioning the sleepy child on your lap. She leaned her head against your chest and nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

“Did that kid just call you mom?” Sam scrunched his nose. 

“Yeah, Sam. She did. Because I am her mom... and you’re her dad.” You sighed, tears spilling over your eyes. “But you don’t remember that, and if Dean doesn’t hurry up and figure out how to fix this, you’ll never know who we are. You won’t remember how she wrapped her little hands around your pointer fingers while she stood on your feet and you taught her how to walk. You won’t have the memory of the day I told you I was pregnant, how you freaked out and almost passed out before Dean smacked your back and told you to man up. You - you have no idea that I’m pregnant again, and even if I told you today, you’d forget by the time you go to bed tonight.” You held your daughter’s head to your shoulder as sobs shook your body. 

“Why are you crying?” Sam repeated his earlier question. “And who’s this kid?” He wrinkled his brow in confusion. You covered your mouth with your hand, shaking your head and clamping your eyes shut as you stood and ran out of the room.

What Would Happen... - CLOSED

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[notnaturalanahi]

I have a never ending supply of Sammy gifs (I swear I don’t have a problem) if you need more! 

Gig submitted by @barbedwireandbubblegum you can always submit your gifs, they’re always welcome!! (never be ashame of your collection!!)

Birthday surprise

Poking your head thorugh the kitchen door you see the two men of the house standing by the stove, a colossal mess all around them. You stand there, in your robe and slippers, starng at their backs when mini-Sam turns around and sees you. 

“Oops, mommy’s up!” He warns and Sam twrils in his hills, the pan he’s holding slips off his hands, faling down the floor. 

“Shoots! Y/N, baby. What you doing up?”

“You kinda woke me up with all the noise. What’s going in here?” Crossing your arms over your chest, you give them a mocked stern look.

“Birthday breakfast!!” your son shouts. 

“Yeah, um... surprise.” Sam smiles. 

Shaking your head you walk to them, place a kiss on your son’s forehead and another on Sam’s lips. “Thank you! Now the real surprise will be when I come down again from my shower, and the kitchen is clean.”

[super-not-naturall]

Hi! Could I bug you to be added to your tag list? Thanks!

Okay, first of all, you could never ever bug me. Second of all, OF COURSE!

I’m adding you to my forever tags, but if you wanted to be on a different list just let me know :)

[leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid]

I'm still here because I feel like I have a job to do. I feel like I need to help people, and there's too much darkness in this world to leave it behind, to create more. I'm still here because I'm a victim advocate for victims of domestic/sexual violence and I can't leave them without a voice. I'm still here because Jared Padalecki taught me it's better to keep fighting, even when it hurts, than any other option. I'm still here because people like you are here to help me remember why. ❤️❤️❤️

Sweetheart this is absolutely phenomenal and I applaud you on being there for those who have had those terrible things happen in their lives. You are a wonderful person to do what you do in such a heartbreak situation. You put Castiel to shame with how much of an angel you are. Its people like you who remind me there is good in this world. Thank you for that. 

[impala-dreamer]

barbedwireandbubblegum replied to your post “m sorry, but Sam is not as sexy as Jared - the difference is all in...”

Oh! You put into words what I've been thinking about all week! They are totally different people in my head too! I think I have a thing for Sam just a smidge more than Jared though ��

Sames. ;)

[percywinchester27]

I'm seconding what @harleenquinzzel said! Protective Sam is my go-to. I cannot wait for more TTT!!

*Blushes* Y’all are going to make me big-headed, really! Both of you are sweethearts! Shhhh... Don’t make me reveal more about the next part, but hells yeah for protective Sam! I love him too! I really hope you like the upcoming chapter hon ;)

Tic Tac Toe

[spnfanficpond]

Hi! Sorry to bother you, could I be added as a guppy? Thank you!

Ofcourse you can sweetie

I’ve added you to the guppies list :) Here’s everything you need to know.

Heres our NEW MEMBERS POST and an IMPORTANT PSA

Need a Beta? Check out our BETAS here

a guide on SUBMISSIONS and our FAQ’S section

take a look at our WRITERS RESOURCES AND PROMPTS 

Don’t forget to check out the CHAT ROOM and POND TAG LIST

As a guppy, you will also be eligible for the Big Fish Awards

Welcome to the Pond

~Kale

[because-imma-lady-assface]

barbedwireandbubblegum replied to your post “Stuck with Me”

This is so interesting already! Could I be tagged in future parts?

Uh heck yeah ya can! I’m so glad you like it so far!!!!

[just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms]

Time to rejoin the family

Due to a litany of personal shit hitting all at once about two years ago I took a serious step back from tumblr and this blog in particular

Well, I’m back for real this time!!!!

I have been beyond blessed enough to retain almost all of my incredible followers over the years and I would like to pay it forward

Newer or older writer, new or old fic, new or old blog...I want to promote you!

Do you fit the following?

Brand new writer wanting their work to be circulated and/or looking for feedback?

Experienced writer who wants some new readers and/or looking for feedback?

Have a fic you were really proud of that didn’t initially do as well as you would have liked?

Reworking your blog and wanting to promote your new look?

Just want more people to know who you are so you can make friends?

I WANT TO HELP YOU ALL

Send me Ask’s telling me about yourself, your writing, your blog, and the fic you want me to take a look at. Then:

I will reblog the fic with comments and support

I will create a post specific to your blog and share it so all of my followers can see it

I will create a separate masterlist on my blog for blogs and fics that I recommend so people can find it easily

(P.S. if there are other ways I can help support and promote people and their work PLEASE let me know!!)

I have been so, SO incredibly blessed by this family. I want to be as big of a support to all of you as you have been for me.

This begins the second you see this post so start flooding my inbox!! DO NOT BE SHY!!!!

If you see this and do not want to participate but are a Supernatural blog, PLEASE reblog this so your other followers can see it and it can reach as many people as possible

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[shima-draws]

Ohhh! Those ship questions look fun, can I ask two? What is your absolute favorite ship? And have you ever written fanfiction/drawn fanart of Yooran? would you consider it? I hope you're doing well!!

Sure, of course!!

My absolute favorite ship;; guhh that’s a hard one…for romantic it’s a tie between Albatross and Klance and for platonic Saeyoung & Saeran! I love those bros

NO but I really want to I really love Yooran!! I will someday I’m sure!

I am, thank you for asking ^^

[spnfamilybirthdays]

Happy Birthday @barbedwireandbubblegum!! Hope you have a wonderful day! Much love from your Supernatural family.

“Damn it Y/N, why did you listen to me?” Dean yelled at you as you tried not to limp back into the bunker. “You could have gotten us all hurt, or killed!”

“Dean, leave her alone.” Sam argued with his brother. But you were in too much pain to notice. Trying to hide it from both brothers, especially Dean who would just yell at you even more. “If it wasn’t for her, we could all be dead. Including that little girl.”

“I just wish she wouldn’t be so reckless.” Dean grumbled, as you made your way out of the garage, heading straight for your room where you could assess the damage. 

Almost in tears by the time you shut your door behind you, you collapsed onto the bed, gingerly lifting up your blood soaked shirt. Thank god it was black, and covered by your flannel, otherwise the brothers would have noticed by now.

Knowing you needed stitches, you pulled your shirt over your head, crying out in pain as it pulled on your cut. “Y/N?” Sam called out through the thick wooden door.

“I’m okay.” You assured him through clenched teeth. But before you could say anything else, he was pushing through your door, stopping suddenly when he noticed the state you were in.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked, kneeling down so he could get a better look at the still bleeding cut.

“Dean was already mad at me. I didn’t want to make it worse.” You told him, grimacing when he pressed your ruined shirt against the wound.

“This could have been serious.” He chastised. “It needs stitches.” Standing up, he quickly went and retrieved the small first aid kit you left in your room. “Why don’t you lay down, and let me do this.”

Nodding, you took the shot of whiskey he handed you, downing it in one gulp before doing as he asked. It was disconcerting, having Sam so close to your bare skin, even if it was just to take care of you. “I’m sorry, this is going to hurt.”

Clenching your eyes closed, you couldn’t hold back the groan as the alcohol cleansed your skin, or when the needle pierced your skin. Sam kept murmuring words of encourgament as he worked, his hands warm against your skin. 

It seemed to take on forever, the alcohol doing little to numb the pain. “Not quite the birthday I was expecting.” You muttered as he sat up, placing a bandage over his precise work.

“It’s your birthday?” He asked, and you nodded. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I don’t like celebrating it.” You admitted, as he went and cleaned his hands off.

“Well, you’re not going anywhere, and I want to make sure you’re okay. So how about a nice quiet evening in, watching some movies with me? Does that sound like a good way to spend your birthday?”

“Sam, you don’t have to..” You argued, but he shook his head. 

“No, I want to. Seeing you sitting here, bleeding. It scared me. I care about you, and I’m going to stay here, make sure you’re okay, and that you don’t do anything to pull those stitches. Besides, I love spending time with you.”

“Okay.” You agreed, excited to spend a cozy evening with your favorite hunter.

Happy Birthday from @katymacsupernatural

[impalaimagining]

Hey lady! I hope you're doing well! Can I get #2 with Sam x reader? Thanks! 😘

“You wanted a bad boy, right?”

“Sam! Put that back!” You scolded him in a hushed tone as he plucked an apple from the produce stand and raised it to his mouth. “You didn’t pay for that yet?” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“I’ll have the core as evidence, duh. I’m going to pay for it, but I’m hungry now.” He shrugged.

“Samuel Winchester. Do not take a bite of that apple.” You stood in front of him and reached up for it, but he held it above the highest your hands could go. “Damn it, you giant!” Defeated, you huffed and continued walking up and down the stands at the farmer’s market, Sam’s content crunching following you.

By the time you reached the end, Sam had finished his apple and tossed the browned remains into a trashbin along the way. You listened as the man at the money box counted and tallied up your total, then watched Sam pull a few bills from his wallet and pay for the produce that Dean would groan about eating for the next week or two. 

The two of you walked away, brown bags in tow, and headed for the car. As you opened the trunk, you whipped your head around and looked at Sam with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape.

“You didn’t pay for the apple!” You slapped his chest.

“Shoot, you’re right. Well... hey. You wanted a bad boy, right?” He wiggled his eyebrows and dipped his head down to kiss you.

“Oh God, I can still taste the stolen fruit on your lips. A thief, I’m dating a thief.” You dramatically placed your hand on your forehead and pretended to faint as Sam shook his head, chuckling, and watched you climb into the car.

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[hannahindie]

Yellow

Characters: Sam Winchester x Reader Word Count: 1,311 Warning: None, really. Little angsty, but don’t let that get you down. Author’s Note: So I was supposed to do this for @pinknerdpanda​’s birthday, along with two other ones, and I am horribly late. I just like to say that we’re drawing her birthday out, because she’s a precious angel baby and I like be her a LOT. So this is for her, and I listened to Yellow by Coldplay while I wrote it. You can listen to it HERE.

Beta’d by the ever lovely @amanda-teaches​, who helps me get my words to work. Also, she’s the best.

Anywho, here you go! I hope you enjoy, and if you’d like to be added to my tag list, please let me know. Thanks!

The wind blew her hair around her face as she stared out at the ocean, her toes dug into the cold sand as she let the sound of the tide roll over her. The stars were bright, like someone had punched holes into a pitch black piece of paper and held it up to a stark, white light. She couldn’t remember ever seeing such a clear sight, and she crossed her arms tighter against the wind as she stared at the broken reflection of the moon. 

 She considered leaving, the time to meet had long come and gone, but she felt rooted in place. The cold water swept in, chilling her to the bone, before sweeping back and depositing another layer of sand over her bare feet. She could hear the voice in her head, telling her to get out of the water, it was too cold, but there was something soothing about sinking into the sand. 

Perhaps she had been silly to think he would come. It had been over a year since she had seen him, or even spoken to him, and to expect him to meet her here had been foolish. The tightness in her chest grew, and she looked back up at the stars and wondered if he was looking at them wherever he might be. She hoped that his circumstances had changed and that he could see them; he had always loved the stars. Their lives were so different...but at least that could be the same. The thought brought some solace, and she took a deep breath of the salty air as she closed her eyes, relishing the crisp air for a moment longer.

“Beautiful, huh?” The sudden voice startled her, and she turned to face the owner.

“Sam?” 

“Hey.” He stared at her, his shaggy hair blowing across his face. 

Her heart was in her throat as she took him in, the way he stood, how his flannel clung to him. Things she thought she had remembered but was suddenly reminded that she had vastly underestimated. 

“You came.” The words were strained as she tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. 

“Sorry I’m late. I...I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me to come.”

“I wasn’t sure you even could.” 

He tilted his head, his brows furrowed, “Dean didn’t tell you?” 

She shook her head, confusion etched on her face, “No...tell me what?” 

He took a few steps forward, closing the gap between them, “It’s a long story. And you deserve to know, you deserve to know all of it, but right now I’m just glad you’re here.” He glanced down and noticed her bare feet still buried in the sand, “It’s too cold for that, you should be wearing shoes.” 

She laughed, and the tears she had been holding back finally fell. She quickly wiped them away. “Yea,” she sniffled, “probably not the best idea I’ve ever had.” 

He shrugged, “I can think of worse.” He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up, “Look at the stars...it’s like they shine for you. I’ve never seen them so bright.” 

“Yea, me neither.” She watched him for a moment, the sea breeze ruffling his already messy hair, and wanted to reach out and brush it from his face. “I thought you were gone for good.”

“I thought I was, too. So did Dean. I honestly didn’t expect to get out of the cage, and when I did...I wasn’t me. It’s been a hell of a year-“ 

“A year?” She took a step back, shaking her head, “You’ve been back for over a year, and you didn’t tell me? You didn’t...you didn’t think I deserved at least a text?” 

“I wasn’t me when I came back, Y/N. I wasn’t...safe to be around. I thought I was doing you and Dean both a favor, but I get that that wasn’t the right choice. I’ll explain everything, but I need you to understand why I waited. I was broken, and you deserved more than just a text.” 

“Not safe? I was always safest with you, that’s not an excuse-“ 

“I didn’t have a soul, Y/N.” 

She fell silent, watching as the gentle giant in front of her seemed to shrink as he waited for her reaction. She knew he’d faced rejection before, of how often he doubted his own goodness, and realized how hard it was for him to admit that to her. 

“Your soul...how?” 

“I’m, uh...still trying to figure that out. Dean, he got it back, made a deal with Death. It’s a lot to explain.” 

“I can see that…” 

“But, I wasn’t good to be around. Me without a soul...I didn’t care about the consequences of my actions. Everything was a means to an end, and somehow I knew I couldn’t tell you I was back. I didn’t care, about you, about anything. But I knew you’d be in danger if I let myself be near you while I was like that. It’s not an excuse, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Y/N.” 

She was speechless. She was angry; at Sam for not telling her, at Dean for not letting her know what was going on, at herself for not staying in touch with Dean. Nothing about the situation made things easy for any of them, and she was angry that there wasn’t a simple scapegoat to blame it all on. 

“You don’t have to apologize. I mean, I’m angry, yea, but the situation...would normal people go through that? How do you even know what’s best in that situation?” She paused, unsure if she should continue. “You know I love you, right? I love you, and I have since before you fought Michael. I should have told you,, but I was afraid.” 

“Afraid of what? Loving a hunter? I can’t say I blame you.” 

“No, that’s not it. Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done, but sharing you with a world that needs you? It’s terrifying. But, it’s also important, and I was afraid if I told you that you might change your mind. Stupid, I know that now, but at the time…” She shook her head, “Our lives are so different. I’m just some girl you met at the library, interested in the same things for different reasons. The end of the world was at stake. I made a choice, and I’ve regretted it ever since. I love you, Sam, so, so much.” 

She braced herself for the inevitable; meeting here was nice, but how could it ever work? Instead, she was suddenly lifted off her feet, thick arms wrapped around her waist, and his lips were on hers. She gasped as he shifted and his large hands gripped her ass. Despite the chill in the air, Sam was like a heater, and she could feel his warmth through her thick sweater. He pulled away, his teeth biting gently at her lower lip before totally breaking off the kiss. 

“I love you, too,” he rasped quietly, breathing heavily as he stared into her eyes. “I’m sorry for everything, Y/N, more than I can make up for.”

“Just don’t leave me like that again. That’s a good start,” she said, kissing him gently on the nose. “Your nose is cold, let’s get out of here and some place warmer.” 

“Agreed,” he said as he swung her around his waist, hooking his arms under her knees so that she was clinging to his back, “Waffles?” 

She laughed, impressed that he remembered her favorite late night snack, “Waffles.” He nodded, then slowly began the walk from the beach to the car. Y/N tilted her head back and looked at the stars one last time, the crashing of the waves fading as they moved further away.

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Quarantined

Word Count: 1,368

Characters: Bucky x Reader (kinda), Steve, Sam

Warnings: Fluff, Quarantine shopping, Petulant!Bucky, Bickering Sam and Bucky, Exasperated!Steve, language (obvi)

SSB Square Filled: “I’ve Knocked Out Adolf Hitler over 200 times.” (bolded below)

Requested by: @princessmisery666: “Drabble request - Steve, Sam and Bucky shopping for quarantine supplies!! Let the games (arguments) begin 😘.”

Beta: @shy-violet-soul - you are da bomb dot come, Vy. I loves you! 

A/N: I loved this request. I feel like we could all use a little levity given the current circumstances. This is the first time I’ve written Sam or Steve, and only my second time writing Bucky. I hope this makes you smile. Feedback is greatly appreciated! If you’d like to request a drabble (which will decidedly not be a drabble because, words) - see this post.

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Quarantined

“Infiltrate, extract and then get the hell out of there.” Steve’s voice was stern as he continued. “Everyone clear?” 

The trio before him nodded solemnly, all of them feeling the dregs of weariness creeping in before the mission even began.

“Any questions?” 

Bucky squinted at a small scrap of paper clenched in one hand as he raised the other. Steve sighed, but nodded at his friend.

“What the hell is a ‘Clorox wipe’ and why do we need so goddamn many of them?” 

Sam choked on a laugh, earning him a terse glare from the former assassin. 

“What’s so funny, Big Bird?” Bucky grumbled.

Grinning, Sam clapped a hand on his shoulder, his palm stinging slightly from the contact with the metal. 

“Man, sometimes I forget just how damn old you are. But then you come in here with all that,” Sam waved a hand in front of a scowling Bucky and continued. “And it all comes rushing back.”

Steve groaned as Bucky launched into a diatribe of curses and insults aimed at Sam. Y/n shot Steve a sympathetic look before a particular string of four letter words made her clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from giggling.

“Alright, enough. We don’t have time for this. I know this isn’t our usual job, but given the current situation, we don’t exactly have a choice. We are the ones imposing on y/n and she wasn't exactly prepared for us to be staying with her during a quarantine."

Their first reaction to the social distancing mandate had been fraught with eyerolls and grunts of protest. Yes, the serum made Bucky and Steve immune to the virus, but there was no way to know if they could still be carriers. And then there were Sam and y/n who did not have the benefit of super immunity. In the end, they'd all decided it would be best to comply if for no other reason than to be an example to the public. If Captain friggin America was doing his part to stop the spread of the disease, then everyone else should to. 

"We should pair off," Steve began. "Bucky - "

"I call dibs on y/n!" Bucky shouted, cutting him off. 

"Dibs? Really, Tin Man?" Sam groaned, exasperated.

"Yes, dibs. It's better than having to look at your ugly mugs for the next however-long-this-shit-takes. It's bad enough I have to be stuck in a house with a friggin pigeon -" Bucky jabbed a finger in Sam's direction before aiming it at Steve, “and Mr. ‘I’ve Knocked Out Adolf Hitler over 200 times’ until this thing blows over."

Sam and Steve opened their mouths to protest, but y/n cleared her throat, drawing the gaze of three pairs of guilty eyes.

“Alright, children. If you’re finished, can we please get this over with? Bucky, I’m overlooking the fact that you called ‘dibs’ on me like I’m some kind of possession, solely because I’ll be damned if I’m gonna let you and Sam pair up. You two are the actual worst when you’re together.” Y/n plucked the list from Bucky’s fist and a disinfectant wipe from the container beside the door before wiping down the cart and heading inside without sparing another look in his direction.

Bucky sighed. “I swear I’m gonna marry that girl some day.”

“Bold of you to assume she’s into geriatrics with scrambled brains,” Sam groused.

Bucky flipped him off, metal finger gleaming in the sunlight before hurrying inside after her.

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“This place is amazing!” Bucky marvelled, gazing up at the towering shelves and running his hand over a 50 pound bag of rice. “Whoa! Look at how huge this is!” 

Y/n looked up from her list just in time to see him dump a gallon of ketchup into the cart. 

“We do not need that much ketchup, Buck. We have a list. We need to stick to the list.” 

Bucky frowned, removing the ketchup and placing it back on the shelf. “You’re no fun, sweetheart.”

Ignoring his whining, y/n proceeded down the aisle in search of the next item on her list: peanut butter. As she perused the options before here, Bucky's attention was drawn to something else.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed.

Y/n turned to find her companion gazing longingly at a five pound bag of semi-sweet chocolate chips. She sighed as he directed a pleading look at her. The man was the former Fist of Hydra; a goddamned ghost story until a few years prior. And here he was, in the middle of Sam's club silently begging her for chocolate like a three year old child.

She sighed again. "Go ahead." 

Bucky's eyes went wide with excitement as he scooped up two bags and all but flung them into the shopping cart.

"Bucky we do not need 10 pounds of chocolate chips. Put one of them back."

He frowned. "But y/n…"

Holding her hand up, she cut him off. "No buts, James Barnes. Put. One. Back."

Bucky regarded her for a second, his mouth puckered to one side as he chewed the inside of his cheek. She met his petulant stare with one of her own as an elderly couple maneuvered their cart around them. Bucky groaned, stomping his foot and snatching a bag from the cart and tossing it back on the shelf.

"Come on, you big baby. Let's get this over with," she chuckled, tipping her head toward the next aisle.

Falling in step behind her, Bucky grumbled under his breath. "I bet this place doesn't even have any plums."

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Thirty minutes and two full shopping carts later, the teams reconvened at the front of the store. Steve's usually tidy hair fell haphazardly over his forehead as though he'd been running his finger through it repeatedly. Sam crossed his arms smugly and leveled Bucky with a teasing glare.

"How'd you do old man?" Sam beamed. "You didn't forget the prunes, did you? You're looking like they could come in handy right about now."

Bucky ground his teeth together, only suppressing a searing reply because he felt y/n squeeze his arm in warning. He raked his gaze over Sam and Steve's cart and balked. 

"How come Sam gets a giant box of fruit snacks?" Bucky growls, starting at Steve accusingly.

Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose and squeezing his eyes closed. "Dammit, Sam. I told you no fruit snacks."

Sam shrugged, unrepentant. Y/n grimaced, shaking her head sympathetically at the exasperated Captain.

"If Sam gets fruit snacks, I'm getting that gallon of ketchup." Bucky flung his arm behind him, vaguely gesturing toward the condiment aisle. 

Y/n jabbed a frustrated finger into his chest, lifting her chin to look him in the eyes, fury darkening her features. 

"You have no idea how tempting it is to leave you here." She emphasized each of her words with a corresponding jab to his pectorals.

Behind her Sam snickered and she whirled on him "You too, Bird Man. Look at what you've done to him." She pointed at Steve, his shoulders slumped and his face drawn.  "He's supposed to be your friend, you idjits. And now look at him!"

Sam looked at the floor and Bucky scuffed the toe of his boot against the worn tile beneath him.

"Apologize and then Steve and I are leaving you two to check out while we go get pizza and ice cream at the cafe. Frankly we deserve it for having to put up with you two today."

Steve perked up a little at her words. Sam and Bucky shared a look but y/n ignored it and tapped her foot impatiently.

The two men mumbled a half-hearted apology and y/n smiled, satisfied.

"Come on Cap," she tucked her arm in his and began leading him away. "My treat."

Sam and Bucky gaped at the pair's retreating backs. Bucky sighed.

"I think I'm in love, Sam."

Sam chuckled, gripping the handle of one cart as Bucky took the other. Taking their spot in line, the men stood in silence until Bucky cleared his throat.

"Sam?"

Sam hummed in response.

"She called us 'idjits'. What the hell does that mean?"

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