#vintage white barn candle

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

Bath and Body Works The White Barn Candle Co. Cinnamon Stick Pillar Candle

Holiday 1999 or 2000

Found on Ebay, user thrifted_thrillz

[reveryfics]

Slow Dancing

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x male reader

Summary: it's nearly three in the morning, you and Bucky dance across the living room under the candle light as soft tunes play.

A/n: Something short and sweet. Requests open.

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The antique grandfather clock in the hall chimed three times, its deep tones echoing through the quiet house. Moonlight, pale and ethereal, streamed through the sheer curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the single shaft of light. The cozy living room was bathed in the warm, flickering glow of a few strategically placed candles, casting long, dancing shadows across the worn wooden floor.

A melancholic melody, a timeless jazz tune, drifted from the old, well-worn record player perched on a vintage side table. The needle occasionally skipped, a momentary stutter in the smooth flow of the music, but the rhythm continued, a comforting heartbeat in the stillness of the night.

Bucky, his face etched with a lifetime of stories, held his husband close. Their bodies moved in perfect synchronicity, a practiced dance born from countless evenings like this. His husband, a picture of contentment, rested his head against Bucky's chest, a soft sigh escaping his lips. The steady thump of Bucky's heart, a comforting rhythm against his ear, mingled with the music, creating a lullaby of love and peace.

Bucky, his gaze fixed on the shadows playing on the walls, whispered, "Remember the day I married you? As handsome as ever."

His husband chuckled, his head still nestled against Bucky's chest. "Could say the same for you, James. Just a little less rugged." He teased, his voice a low rumble.

He loved everything about Bucky, the gruff exterior that masked a heart of gold, the way he always insisted on certain traditions, a holdover from a bygone era, a time before the war, a time before... everything. It was how Bucky showed his love, a stubborn insistence on the past, a way to cling to a semblance of normalcy in a world that had tried to shatter him.

The record skipped again, the music faltering, but they continued to dance, their movements fluid and effortless. Bucky gently dipped his husband, a slow, graceful motion, before pulling him back close. It was a ritual, this nightly dance, a cherished tradition born from the joy of their wedding day. Every weekend, without fail, they would pull out the old record, the one that had played during their first dance, and dance beneath the soft glow of candlelight, lost in the magic of the moment.

Alpine, their snow-white cat, a majestic creature, observed them from his perch atop the velvet armchair. He occasionally rubbed against their legs, a soft, furry purr rumbling in his chest.

It was a simple moment, a quiet dance under the watchful gaze of the moon, yet it held a profound beauty. A testament to their love, a reminder of the joy they had found in each other, a promise of countless more evenings like this, filled with the music of their love and the warmth of their shared memories.

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Wedding Venue Clear Spring Maryland Wedding Wagon

January 05, 2025

The Wedding Wagon at Timber Valley Farm Barn Rental

Unforgettable Wedding Wagon Decor Ideas

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Themed Inspiration

Rustic Elegance: Create a warm and inviting atmosphere with lush greenery, sunflowers, and vintage lanterns.

Vintage Whimsy: Embrace a romantic ambiance with lace drapes, soft pastel flowers, and distressed wooden signs.

Country Chic: Introduce a touch of rustic charm with burlap, wildflowers, and mason jars filled with candles or fairy lights.

Classic Romance: Opt for timeless elegance with red roses, white ribbons, and a delicate lace canopy.

Whimsical Woodland: Bring the magic of nature indoors with ferns, moss, and twinkling string lights.

Personalized Touch: Make it your own by incorporating photos, special quotes, or meaningful objects that represent your unique love story.

Decor Ideas to Inspire You

Floral garlands or swags

Lanterns or mercury glass holders

Vintage or rustic signs

Soft drapes or fabrics

Candles or fairy lights

Greenery or potted plants

Personalized elements (photos, quotes, etc.)

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Cohesive Design: Select decorations that complement your wedding colors and overall theme.

Balance is Key: Avoid cluttering the wagon to maintain a visually appealing space.

Multidimensional Design: Incorporate a variety of textures and heights for added visual interest.

Don't Forget the Details: Dress up the wagon's wheels and handles to complete the look.

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10 Stunning Wedding Venues in Coimbatore and How to Decorate Them Perfectly

Coimbatore, known for its vibrant culture and scenic beauty, has become a sought-after destination for weddings. Whether you're planning a grand celebration or an intimate ceremony, finding the perfect wedding venue is the first step. But once you have the venue, the next challenge is how to decorate it beautifully. As experienced wedding decorators in Coimbatore, we understand the importance of creating a memorable atmosphere for your special day. In this blog, we’ll walk you through some of the most stunning wedding venues in Coimbatore and share expert decoration tips to make them even more magical.

1. The Residency Towers

Located in the heart of Coimbatore, The Residency Towers is a popular venue for both traditional and modern weddings. With its spacious halls and sophisticated ambiance, this venue offers a lot of scope for creative wedding decorations.

Decoration Ideas:

Opt for an elegant floral arrangement at the entrance, with orchids, lilies, and roses in soft tones of white and pink.

A beautiful chandelier suspended above the stage can add a touch of grandeur.

For the reception area, go for a minimalist yet stylish setup with white drapes and fairy lights for a magical effect.

2. G.D. Naidu Hall

Known for its historical charm and grandeur, G.D. Naidu Hall offers an ideal space for larger weddings. The venue’s vintage appeal can be enhanced with classic decorations.

Decoration Ideas:

Incorporate antique gold accents into the decor with lavish drapery and golden floral arrangements.

Use large urns filled with fresh blooms to line the aisles.

Create an inviting atmosphere with soft lighting and candles around the venue.

3. Le Meridien Coimbatore

Le Meridien Coimbatore is synonymous with luxury. The sprawling lawns and stylish indoor spaces provide endless possibilities for wedding decorators in Coimbatore to bring your dream wedding to life.

Decoration Ideas:

A floral arch at the entrance, complemented by a white carpet, gives a royal welcome to guests.

For a beach-style wedding, opt for teal and coral floral decorations with beach-themed accents like seashells and lanterns.

Set up a rustic barn-inspired reception area with wooden tables, lace tablecloths, and mason jar centerpieces.

4. Tidel Park

Ideal for modern weddings, Tidel Park offers a sleek, contemporary backdrop for your big day. Whether you're hosting a reception or a private ceremony, Tidel Park's versatile spaces can be transformed into a wedding wonderland.

Decoration Ideas:

Use LED lights to create a futuristic vibe with bold, bright colors like fuchsia and teal.

Incorporate metallic details, such as silver chair covers and chrome centerpieces.

A photo booth area with colorful balloons and backdrops can add a fun element to the wedding.

5. Brookefields Mall

For couples looking to combine shopping and celebrations, Brookefields Mall provides a dynamic wedding venue. With its spacious hall and high-end ambiance, it’s the perfect spot for a sophisticated celebration.

Decoration Ideas:

Choose luxury flowers such as lilies and roses to create an extravagant floral display around the venue.

Hanging fairy lights and chandeliers can help set a dreamy atmosphere.

For a modern touch, decorate with sleek glassware and minimalist floral arrangements.

6. The Lotus Pond

If you're dreaming of a serene wedding amidst nature, The Lotus Pond is perfect. Surrounded by lush greenery and tranquil waters, this venue provides the ideal setting for an outdoor wedding.

Decoration Ideas:

Set up a floral gazebo for the ceremony, using white flowers and greenery for a natural look.

For a bohemian vibe, choose colorful, flowy drapery, and add hanging lanterns or fairy lights.

Accent the outdoor space with soft cushions and rugs for a cozy, intimate feel.

7. Vaidy’s Residency

A grand, luxurious hotel with contemporary facilities, Vaidy’s Residency offers both indoor and outdoor spaces for weddings. This venue can be styled in many different ways to reflect the couple’s personal style.

Decoration Ideas:

A lavish floral arrangement at the stage with exotic flowers like orchids and lilies.

Hang string lights and chandeliers to brighten up the space.

Add elegant white linens and silver tableware for a sophisticated, upscale look.

8. Kalyan Kendra

Kalyan Kendra is perfect for large traditional weddings. Known for its spacious halls, it’s an ideal choice for couples who wish to incorporate a mix of modern and traditional elements in their wedding decor.

Decoration Ideas:

Traditional South Indian wedding decorations, such as brass lamps, banana leaves, and jasmine garlands, create an authentic atmosphere.

Colorful floral arrangements using marigolds and roses add vibrancy to the venue.

Create a beautiful, temple-inspired mandap for the wedding ceremony.

9. Kovai Kondattam

A theme park by day and a wedding venue by night, Kovai Kondattam offers a quirky and fun space for couples who want an unconventional wedding.

Decoration Ideas:

Use vibrant colors and playful decorations to match the fun theme of the venue.

Add photo-worthy spots, such as a vintage car or a whimsical floral arch.

Create a carnival-style reception with colorful drapery and light-up signage.

10. Isha Foundation

For couples who prefer a spiritual wedding decorators in Coimbatore or nature-themed wedding, the Isha Foundation offers a serene, spiritual backdrop surrounded by nature’s beauty.

Decoration Ideas:

Focus on natural elements like fresh flowers, bamboo, and wooden accents.

Decorate with eco-friendly materials like jute or hemp.

Keep the decor minimal to complement the peaceful surroundings, with candles and lanterns scattered around the venue.

Conclusion

Choosing the right wedding venue is only half the battle; creating the perfect ambiance with thoughtful, personalized decorations is equally important. Whether you choose a grand hotel or an intimate outdoor venue in Coimbatore, collaborating with skilled wedding decorators in Coimbatore ensures that your vision comes to life beautifully.

If you're ready to start planning your dream wedding, don't hesitate to reach out to our team of professional decorators. We can help transform any venue into the wedding of your dreams. Contact us today and let’s begin creating the wedding you’ve always imagined!

By using these decoration tips, you can create a breathtaking atmosphere that reflects your style wedding decorators in Coimbatore and makes your wedding day unforgettable. Whether you’re looking for classic, traditional designs or modern, contemporary styles, Coimbatore’s venues offer endless possibilities for every couple.

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Vintage Wagon Christmas Tree Decor - Perfect Holiday Centerpiece

Embrace rustic charm and nostalgic appeal with a Vintage Wagon Christmas Tree. This unique holiday decoration combines the classic allure of an antique wagon with the festive spirit of a Christmas tree, creating a eye-catching centerpiece for your home or outdoor space.

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The focal point is typically a small to medium-sized artificial Christmas tree nestled in the bed of a miniature vintage wagon. These wagons often feature weathered red paint, wooden sides, and metal wheels, evoking memories of childhood toys and simpler times.

The tree itself is usually pre-lit with warm white LED lights, adding a cozy glow to the display. Decorated with an assortment of vintage-inspired ornaments, such as glass baubles, tinsel garlands, and perhaps a star or angel topper, the tree captures the essence of traditional holiday decor.

Some versions may include additional decorative elements like faux presents, pine cones, or a dusting of artificial snow to enhance the festive feel. The entire piece serves as a self-contained holiday vignette, perfect for mantels, entryways, or as a charming alternative to a full-sized tree in smaller spaces.

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This Vintage Wagon Christmas Tree offers a delightful blend of holiday spirit and rustic Americana, sure to become a treasured part of your seasonal decorations.

Experience a nostalgic getaway with a Red Truck Retro Farmer Vacation. This unique travel concept combines the charm of rural life with vintage Americana. Guests stay on a working farm, complete with a iconic red pickup truck reminiscent of the 1950s or 60s.

Visitors can immerse themselves in farm activities, from tending crops to caring for animals, all while enjoying the simplicity of country living. The centerpiece of the experience is the classic red truck, which guests can use for scenic drives through rolling farmlands or picnics in picturesque meadows.

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Accommodations might include rustic cabins or refurbished barns, decorated with retro furnishings to complete the throwback atmosphere. This vacation offers a perfect blend of agricultural adventure, automotive history, and peaceful rural escape for those seeking a unique and memorable holiday.

Surprise your girlfriend with thoughtful and adorable presents this holiday season. Cute Christmas gifts for girlfriends can range from personalized jewelry like initial necklaces or birthstone rings to cozy items such as fluffy slippers or a soft throw blanket. Consider sentimental options like a custom photo album or a love letter jar. For the beauty enthusiast, a luxurious skincare set or scented candles

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can be delightful. Quirky items like a mini waffle maker or a plant-growing kit add a fun touch. Remember, the best gifts reflect her interests and show your attention to her likes and personality.

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(Brit Tucker)

[spilledkauffie]

Mission Mistletoe

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Word Count: 2.7k T/W: none, fluff! A/N: Sam sets up reader & Bucky at a Christmas party Bucky taglist // @anreeixcobra ❤︎ @tsnelf7  ❤︎ @fandom-princess-forevermore ❤︎ @elainavmarie

“Listen, I know you’re being nice, but you didn’t have to invite me,” Bucky said for the seventh time as Sam led the way up the chestnut apartment stairs, which were decorated in garland and fairy lights that glow red and white.

“And if I hadn’t, you would be doing…what?” Sam looked over his shoulder with a smirk on his face.

Bucky staggered for an answer, “I would be…” “Watching some baseball reruns, alone?” Sam had to chuckle this time as he took the last step, turning onto the right floor.

“Wow,” Bucky mumbled, knowing it was true as he half-heartedly walked along behind Sam.

He wasn’t exactly thrilled to be going to a Christmas party, especially when he only knew one person. Sam had told Bucky all about you, and from a distance Bucky had formed a bit of a crush on you although he wouldn’t admit it. What Sam didn’t tell Bucky was that this was your Christmas party. So there they stood dressed in their Christmas casual best, Bucky sighing as Sam knocked on your door, a small gift in one hand.

Opening the door, you came into view, smiling brightly, “Sam, hi!”

“Hey, how you doing?” Sam embraced you, hugging tightly making you smile even wider.

“Good, good. I almost thought you weren’t going to show,” you said pulling away, “you know with all your hero duties, which I totally understand, that’s what’s important.” You spread your hands out for emphasis “Me? Miss your annual Christmas party? You kidding me, never,” Sam waved a hand assuring you, “Oh, and this is my friend, Bucky.”

Looking just past Sam with a bright, warm greeting smile, you found Bucky, with his jaw slightly dropped, and staring right at you. Admittedly, you felt a warm sensation come to your cheeks when you saw him.

“Uhhumm,” Sam faked a cough, nudging Bucky in the arm, “Buck, I’d like you to meet my friend.”

Bucky did his best to compose himself, but you were simply that stunning in a deep red velvet cocktail dress, with off the shoulder sleeves accompanied by white heels. He felt a slight rush to his head when you said his name and introduced yourself as you reached out a hand. A nervous smile pulled at the corner of Bucky’s lips when he introduced himself, after already being introduced by Sam, you giggled softly.

“Well, don’t let me keep you in the doorway, come in, come in,” you opened the door a little wider and stepped back with it.

Sam smiled contently at Bucky, who was glaring at him for keeping the fact that you were the host a secret. Upon entering, they were met with the smell of holiday sweets: peppermint, cocoa, and vanilla. The apartment was warm, but not hot, just enough to feel cozy. You had candles lit and Christmas lights dimly lighting the apartment. A stereo was playing records of vintage Christmas music, with songs by Ella Fitzgerald in between them.

“Sam, you want me to take your gift? I can put it by the others,” You offered.

“Oh, you know I know my way around,” he smiled, “I already see some people I want to say hi to by the tree anyway,” he gestured across the room, and headed off, lightly tapping Bucky on the arm with a “see you in a minute.”

Bucky swallowed, realizing you stayed, “so uh-” he got nervous when you looked up at him, perking your eyebrows, awaiting his next statement, “how do you know Sam?”

“Steve Rogers introduced me to him,” you stated with a nod, making Bucky pause.

“You knew Steve?” he asked with an eager smile.

“Sure did, he lived a floor below me,” you explained, pointing to the floor. Noticing Bucky’s smile and eyes widen, you continued, “yeah, when he moved in I said a quick hello, you know, but then I had to move some furniture down when and out when- well that’s not important, but Steve saw me struggling with a table chair and helped me the rest of the day.”

Bucky crossed his arms for a moment, unable to stop smiling at the picture of Steve always helping, “and- then you met Sam?”

“Yeah, he’s actually helped me through a lot, he’s a really great guy,” you were going to continue but a knock came to the door, “Oh sorry, excuse me,” you started towards the door, “make yourself at home, there are drinks in the kitchen,” you called back.

Bucky watched you greet some more friends you knew, before looking over a few people to find Sam. Making his way over, he grabbed Sam by the arm, pulling him aside as casually as possible, which was not very much. With a drink already in his hand, Sam asked if something was wrong.

“Oh, no, nothing, just the fact that you failed to mention that she knew Steve, that she was the host, that I have no chance with her because she’s way too nice,” Bucky said all in one breath.

“Whoa, whoa,” Sam chuckled, holding his hands up, but sympathizing with Bucky, “look I didn’t want to tell you because you’d get all macho and that just isn’t you. Also, why couldn’t you be with a nice girl? C’mon man, you’ve got to get some confidence, what’s with you?” “I don’t know,” Bucky placed his hands on his hips sarcastically, “maybe the 20th brainwash was just one too many. I haven’t done this in a long time and she- she knew Steve, she knows you, she’s not gonna pick me.”

“Stop, stop,” Sam shook his head, looking down for a moment, “Okay, I’m not really supposed to tell you this, but… she’s got a bit of a crush on you.”

“Now you’re just being mean,” Bucky said with a deadpan expression.

“I’m serious,” Sam dropped his shoulders, “look man, Steve talked about you a lot, I talk about you, and then when you came back, to the good side I mean-”

“Thanks, didn't have a choice before,” Bucky grumbled.

“She’s kinda been crushing, you know, like you,” Sam tapped Bucky’s chest with a smile.

“Okay, but nothing’s going to happen at a Christmas party,” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“That you know of,” Sam raised his eyebrows knowingly, while he lifted a decoration of mistletoe.

“Did you steal her Christmas decoration?” Bucky whispered aggressively.

“No,” Sam shook his head, “she didn’t have it up, it was just lying there so-”

“No, don’t- don’t interfere with this. Sam, I’m serious,” Bucky pointed to Sam who was already walking away casually.

Sam found you in the kitchen, putting out more snacks and cookies. It was just his nature to offer to help with refilling the drinks.

“I’m really glad you came,” you commented, keeping your gaze down.

“Glad I came or glad I brought someone else, huh?” Sam playfully dipped to tap your shoulder with his, “Huh?”

Unable to hide your smile, you laughed, “alright, I am glad to finally meet him, yes. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me he was coming, but thank you for inviting him.” “Mhmm,” Sam was satisfied.

“But come on,” you turned serious again, “it’s not like he’s gonna-” “You know that is the second time I have heard this tonight,” Sam stopped pouring the drinks, looking directly at you now, “you are a beautiful woman, you’ve got a great soul, trust me any guy in this room would be lucky to have you. Don’t dash your chances before you even take them.”

“You’re too nice for your own good, you know that Sam?” You smiled at him, leaning shoulder to shoulder with him.

“Yeah, I know,” he chuckled as you laughed too, “but seriously,” he tapped your arm with the champagne bottle, “give it a try, you never know, maybe try under the mistletoe.”

“I didn’t put any out,” you shook your head, confused.

“Yeah…I noticed that,” Sam smiled, setting the bottle down and giving a very obvious wink to you.

After Sam left, you took a drink for yourself, and then tried to guess what Bucky might like. Not wanting to come across too pushy on one drink, you grabbed the three options, plus yours and tried to balance them as you made your way through the room to try and find Bucky again.

You said hi to friends and made conversation on your way, naturally trying to carry four champagne glasses drew a lot of attention, but you explained and eventually made your way to Bucky, who was crouched near the stereo, looking at your record collection underneath the player.

“Hi,” you said, leaning forward.

Looking over his shoulder, he smiled when he saw you, “hi,” standing up he put a hand in his pocket, “hope you don’t mind, I should have asked.”

“Oh, no it’s perfectly fine,” you smiled, “they’re on display for a reason.”

“I uh, I like your taste in music,” he said sincerely, which was almost enough to make you blush candy cane red.

“Thanks,” you practically whispered, staring up at him.

“You planning on drinking all those?” He asked, pointing to the glasses in your hand.

“Hmm? Oh, no,” you laughed a little nervously, “I um, I didn’t know which you might like so I brought them all and thought you could pick.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he half smiled and took two from you, shotgunning them both, leaving you stunned, when he took the third, this time just holding it.

“Liquid courage?” you asked shocked.

“I wish,” Bucky bounced an eyebrow looking to the side, knowing alcohol did absolutely nothing since the serum.

“Oh,” you nodded, heart dropping, assuming he’d found someone else he liked at the party.

“Not that-” Bucky immediately stuttered, “it's just- social settings,” he gestured around as you listened intently, “I’m not used to them, so…” “Totally understand you there,” you nodded.

“Really, you’re doing a great job as host,” he said.

“Yeah, well, I just like to see other people happy, you know bringing others together,” you looked around seeing people chatting, “I think they enjoy talking to each other sometimes more than me, but that’s okay, I’m just happy to see people happy.”

Bucky gazed over your expression, a sentimental gladness, “and what about you? Do you ever make sure you’re happy? Always have someone to talk to?”

You flustered at the question, it felt so personal, but you worried you were taking it the wrong way, “Well,” you changed hands with your glass, “I guess…I at least know all of them, so…you know…”

“No one special though?” Bucky casually asked, “pretty woman such as yourself?”

You smiled widely, “no,” you almost whispered again.

Bucky stared at you while he took a sip, seeing your eyes shift and a smile hesitantly on your lips. A few moments passed of the two of you exchanging glances, before Sam called out to you, “do you have any more of this sparkling stuff?”

“Oh, shoot,” you said quietly, “I forgot,” you looked at Bucky before turning around.

“I can help,” he followed happily at your heels.

Entering the kitchen, you set your glass down and Bucky followed suit, watching you open the fridge door and quickly shutting it, bottle in hand. He had come to meet you at the fridge, you had turned to head to the small counter, and wound up actually meeting in the middle.

“Oops,” you exclaimed running right into his chest.

He instinctively braced you by the arms to keep you from falling back, but also wound up keeping you close. With your hands around the bottle, you were completely in his embrace. Looking up you met his eyes, before looking up beyond him. Bucky trailed with your gaze, looking upward. Hanging from your kitchen light was a bunched piece of mistletoe. You both stared at it for a moment.

When Bucky looked down to you again, you swallowed harshly, completely nervous that he’d think you did it, “I- I didn’t put up mistletoe.”

“Sometimes things just happen,” Bucky smiled knowingly, before asking, “‘tis the season?”

You bit your lip and smiled, nodding softly to let him know it was okay. He returned your smile, before bringing a hand up to caress the side of your neck, the other hand slid to your back, pushing you closer to him as his lips met yours. Practically melting into the kiss, you relaxed your tension. Feeling a little bold, you pushed onto your tiptoes when he began to pull back, you could feel his smile before he continued, hand making its way down to your shoulder before you came down off your tiptoes, slowly and softly breaking the kiss.

“Tis the season,” you said, perking an eyebrow.

He chuckled, “maybe this could last even out of season?”

You couldn’t contain your smile, “I think some things certainly should. It’s worth…a try at the very least?”

“Couldn’t agree more,” Bucky tilted his head, dipping down for another kiss.

“Aye, where the- oh,” Sam came in, acting surprised, as if he hadn’t sent you on a mission to the kitchen, knowing Bucky would follow, “don’t mind me, I just wanted more of these…chocolate dipped pretzels.”

Bucky looked up half annoyed, and half thankful for him in the first place, “it was sparkling champagne, Sam.”

“Oh, right,” Sam acted again, “got any more of that?”

You looked down to where you had been holding it, against your chest which had been pressed to Bucky’s, you giggled, looking around Bucky to Sam, “I think it needs to chill a bit again.”

Sam absolutely glowed at your answer and Bucky nearly blushed himself.

[mickey-henry]

𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

pairing: bucky barnes (bookstore au) x reader

summary: eager to escape the heat, you find yourself in the presence of a mesmerizing bookstore and an irresistibly beautiful man.

word count: 2.3K

author’s note: hello! welcome to my third fic😊 I’m eager to share this with you all! I now have a taglist (the link is also in my bio) if you’re interested🥰 thank you to @certainaesthetic​ for helping me workshop this idea, @fuckandfluff​ for the grammar help, and @midnightf​ for hyping me up as I wrote it! likes, reblogs, messages, replies, and comments are cherished! the header images are from pinterest and the divider is from here. I hope you like it! 💖

You’re desperate to escape the smoldering heat. It’s too hot to rest in the car; it’s been baking all day beneath the sweltering summer sun, parked just outside your place of work. If you attempt to sit in it now, you’d only be greeted with a wave of torrid air, stung with the touch of your seatbelt, and burnt from the searing leather of your steering wheel.

You’re off from work earlier than usual—the blinding sun is usually long beneath the horizon before you head home for the day. The pathetically small sun visor does nothing to shade your eyes from the blazing sunlight. Rather than driving half-blind, you decide to wait out the setting sun.

As you ponder how to spend the rest of your afternoon, you realize that now is an opportune time to visit the new bookstore, The Book Haven, that opened last month. After changing out of your uniform and throwing your work stuff in the trunk, you walk across the plaza to the shop entrance.

The bookstore greets you with the chime of a bell and a rush of cool air as you step in, a blissful contrast to the scorching outdoors. The welcoming scent of coffee grounds and the tangy aroma of old books accompany the refreshing breeze. You take a deep breath, appreciating the convivial atmosphere. The bookstore is a sublime sight; words almost can’t describe its charm.

Shelves like skyscrapers—stuffed to the brim with books, magazines, and comics—graze the ceiling. An intimate reading nook lies next to the door; an inviting window seat dwells beside a floor-to-ceiling window. Clear mosaic window clings cover the glass, casting beautiful rainbows throughout the store. Stringed vintage light bulbs illuminate the shelves; candle-lit sconces adorn the top corners of each one. Oriental rugs lay between the shelves, covering a dark mocha floor. Tucked in the back of the store is a small coffee cranny, hidden at first glance. Frank Sinatra’s charming, rich vocals travel through the air, tickling your ears. The owner clearly put the utmost time, energy, and love into the creation of their shop. It is unequivocally perfect and already one of your favorite places.

You wander to the classics section, enthralled by the exquisite covers. Sensing someone nearby, your eyes glance at movement caught in the corner of your eye. Your stomach somersaults at the stunning stranger. The instant you lay your eyes on him, you forget to breathe for a moment—your breath engulfs your throat. You’re astounded by the Adonis of a man before you.

Bristles of scruff grace his defined jawline—his low man-bun neatly styles his dark chestnut hair. A grey short-sleeve button-up shirt hugs his toned arms; a white tank top clings to his lean, fit frame; cuffed slim-fit khaki pants, help up by a bronze braided belt, embrace his thick thighs; and weathered, chunky brown leather shoes don his feet.

Through the rose-colored glasses that surround your heart, your soul imagines a life with a perfect stranger. The hopeless romantic in you can’t help but steal glances, hoping to catch a better glimpse of him. The moment he turns to walk away, your heart sinks to your stomach. You hope this isn’t the last time you see this gorgeous man.

A few minutes later, you’re mulling over a collectible edition of The Catcher in the Rye, attempting to justify purchasing yet another copy of your favorite book. A melodic voice interrupts your pondering. “That’s a pretty edition of The Catcher in the Rye you’ve got there.”

You turn towards the charming voice. Lo-and-behold, it’s the love of your life: the handsome stranger you’ve mentally lived a lifetime with. His beauty is even more profound up close: now you can see that his eyes are a lovely shade of blue. His eyes, haunted by a subtle sadness, draw you in, unlike anything you’ve experienced before. You find yourself entranced in his sea-blue current; you could easily drown in his gaze. You attempt to hide your awestruck expression and converse with him like a normal human being. “I agree! I already own a copy though, do I really need a new one?”

“I think we both know the answer is always yes,” he assures.

“Okay, you’ve convinced me. I'll get it! Thank you for justifying my unnecessary purchase.”

Your words hang in the air, everything going quiet as you wait for the ravishing stranger to introduce himself. The two of you stare in silence at each other, the tension thickening as the seconds pass by. After a few moments, his face flashes in realization—you were waiting for his name.

“I’m Bucky,” he offers with an enchanting smile, extending his hand out to you. You share your name as the two of you shake hands. Your eyes stare down his veiny arm to his ring-studded fingers grasped around yours. You allow yourself to imagine for a few moments how amazing those fingers would feel tracing your arms, tangling your hair, and teasing your inner thigh. Your lustful reverie comes to an abrupt halt at the sight of the book nestled inside the crook of his elbow: The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, the bane of your existence. You scoff with furrowed brows; of course, Mr. Handsome Stranger would be interested in the one book you despise.

“Got something to say there, sweetheart?” he questions with an amused grin.

“Out of all the classic novels in this entire store, that’s the one you chose? The Metamorphosis?”

“What’s wrong with this one?” he jives.

You pause for a second, debating whether it’s worth it to argue with a stranger. The pondering lasts only a few seconds; the exhaustion from your day disintegrates your filter. Besides, you loathe The Metamorphosis.

“What isn’t wrong with it? The dude wakes up thinking he’s an insect? The reader has to sit there throughout the entire book, wondering whether he’s a man or a bug? What the actual fuck? I didn’t appreciate the existential crisis that book gave me at fifteen; if I can help someone else avoid the suffering caused by that monstrosity, I'm going to do my part,” you huff, unamused by the joy Bucky seems to gain from your zealous analysis.

“Wow, what a passionate review! Perez Hilton would be envious of your slander. Okay then, what classic would you recommend instead?”

You cross your arms, expecting him to challenge your response. “The Importance of Being Earnest by Oscar Wilde.”

“That’s a play,” he counters.

“It’s published as a book; it counts! It’s witty, playful, and has a happy ending, which is the most important point of all. It also doesn’t make you want to pull a Fahrenheit 451 and burn every copy in existence,” you attest.

He steps closer to you, tucking loose strands of his hair behind his ear. “Life doesn’t always have a happy ending, sweetheart.”

Great, there he goes again with that freaking pet name; it’s going to be the death of you. He knows your name, you just gave it to him, yet here he is, infuriatingly insisting on calling you sweetheart instead. Stupid pretty boy with his ocean blue eyes and amorous smile.

“That’s exactly the point,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “So, why would I want to read something that doesn’t end well? If I’m going to escape this reality for a while, it better be for a happier one.”

“And if it's not?”

“Then I’ll throw the book across the room and make up my own happy ending!”

“Ooh, aggressive,” he tuts. “The owner of this place might not be too happy with you if you’re throwing books all over the place; it’ll scare away the customers.”

“Then it’s a good thing the owner isn’t here,” you interject confidently, knowing full well you have no idea who the owner is.

“Well, that just isn’t true, sweetheart. You’re looking right at him.”

He’s lying—he has to be. Why would a dreamboat like Bucky own a bookstore?

You scoff, “you’re not the owner of this place.”

“I’m not? What makes you say that?” he banters.

“People like you don’t own bookstores!” you exclaim.

“People like me?” he goads, cocking his head to the side. The action erupts butterflies in your stomach.

“Attractive people!” you groan.

“So you think I’m attractive?” he plays, stepping to close the gap between you.

“Psh, no, you wish,” you muster. The heat spreading across your cheeks betrays your bluff.

There are mere inches between the both of you now; you hope he can’t hear your racing heartbeat. You watch his eyes go down from yours to your mouth and back up again. He eyes you with a smirk, his teeth playfully tugging his bottom lip. It takes everything in your power not to give in to his spell.

“I’ve known you for what, five minutes? I don’t go around kissing strangers, Bucky,” you falter, taking a step back from his closeness.

“Then let’s not be strangers, sweetheart. Grab a coffee with me; I know a nice place, not far from here,” he flirts, gesturing to the counter at the back of the store.

“Let me learn more about what goes on in that pretty little head of yours,” he purrs, his breath tickling your cheek.

“Okay, fine. I’ll have a coffee with you,” you surrender.

A bright, honeyed smile dons his face.  

“It better be good, though. Not the stale crap you usually get in the middle of the afternoon.”

“I’d only give you the best, sweetheart,” he winks, extending his right hand. You take it; he gives you a soft squeeze before weaving you through the towering shelves.

Your discussion continues with another passionate book review as he prepares your drink. He’s a sucker for gritty dystopian novels while you gravitate towards sappy romances. He shares his passion for painting as he guides you to the reading nook. The artwork hung on the edges of the bookcases is crafted by him—a detail you hadn’t noticed at first glance. His stunning work features both landscapes and people. He loves to sit in a picturesque landscape and paint for endless hours. Occasionally, he takes his old polaroid as he explores the town, snapping moments between strangers, translating their intimacy to canvas when he gets home.

He gestures for you to take a seat in the reading nook before handing you our steaming cup of joe. You sit with your legs crossed, your hands hugging the mug in your lap. Bucky sits with his leg draped over the side of the bench, his left foot pressing into his right thigh. The conversation shifts topics; the two of you divulge your desires and unfulfilled ambitions. You aren’t sure if it’s the look in his eyes, the sweet cup of joe in your palms, or the aroma of coffee surrounding you, but in his presence, your senses feel wide awake.

Before you know it, the mesmeric moon replaces the sizzling sun, melting away the blistering heat, and the steaming cup of coffee in your hands has long chilled. Bucky’s employee interrupts the blissful rendezvous, informing him that all the closing duties are complete, and he’s headed home for the night.

You stare at your watch in shock—it's five past nine. Where did the time go? You apologize profusely to the poor kid who had to close up alone; he assures you it’s no problem.

A melancholic pit in your stomach forms as you turn back to Bucky. He’s nestled himself into your soul; you don’t want to say farewell to him so soon. He has a sad glint in his eyes; you hope it’s because he’s also dreading the end of this perfect night.

“Can I walk you to your car?” he asks timidly, his earlier suave demeanor gone from his voice. He stands up in front of you, offering his arm to escort you.

“I’d love that,” you reply with a shy grin, grabbing his arm and hugging it tightly.

In the blink of an eye, you’re in front of your car. You let go of his arm and lean against the trunk. You stare into his eyes, hoping that he can see without the use of words how much you don’t want this moment to end. There’s a few moments of painful silence before Bucky clears his throat.

“So, now that we’re not total strangers, how about that kiss?” he flirts with pleading eyes.

“Okay,” you reply with a bashful smile.

He slowly reaches his hand towards your cheek, softly stroking it with his thumb. He presses his forehead against yours. “Are you sure you want to do this? ‘Cause if we do, you might not be able to get rid of me, sweetheart.”

“Yes I do, Bucky,” you giggle.

He grins as he gently presses his pillowy pink lips on yours. The kiss steals all the air from your lungs—his touch sends tingles throughout your body, electrifying your veins. You’re breathless when your lips finally part.

“Let me get your number before I let you go,” Bucky insists. You nod and hand him your phone, unable to form a coherent thought.  The ghost of his lips and fingers trace your figure. You’re barely acquainted with his tender touch, yet you feel naked without it, yearning to once again be within his grasp.

You exchange phones—adding your number and name with a sparkling heart emoji and swiftly passing his phone back before you can change your mind. Bucky snaps a quick selfie for his contact, smirking for the camera. You grin when you see he also put emojis by his name: a beetle and a kissy-face.

He pecks your cheek before opening the car door for you. “Hope to see you around, lovebug.” The new pet name burns your cheeks and erupts butterflies in your stomach.

He doesn’t leave the parking lot until your car disappears completely from his view.

You drive home with thoughts of Bucky swirling in your mind. You send a silent thanks to the universe for bringing this beautiful man into your life. His voice, touch, and smile echo in your thoughts for the remainder of the evening—his presence paving its way through your dreams. You’re falling hard and fast; you only hope he’ll be there to catch you.

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[desertdollranch]

The Little Red Tree House

This adorable playhouse belongs to my mother and her dolls. It was a gift from her sister and nephew, who are both talented woodworkers. 

This is based on Kit’s tree house from her retired collection. 

This was released in 2008 as a tie-in product to Kit’s movie, and so bears more resemblance to the treehouse featured there. It was first introduced in the short story “Kit’s Tree House”. In the story, Kit is longing for a tree house, after her plans for one were derailed when the wood was needed instead to build an addition onto the house to hold more boarders. But Stirling gets some free wood scraps from a boarded-up store, and he and Kit’s dad build her a tree house. It’s nothing near as fancy as Kit had hoped for, but in the end she makes it work. 

My mom liked the concept of a doll-sized treehouse, but didn’t want to pay scalper prices for it, which is common for items that had a limited run and were retired years ago. American Girl’s version is also a little smaller than she’d like; she wanted something that would hold more than just two dolls. 

This is what it looked like until I arrived for a visit with my parents. My mom wasn’t sure how she wanted to paint or decorate it, so she asked for my input. I suggested red with white trim, to make it look like it might have come from weathered scrap wood used to build a barn, sort of like it was in Kit’s story.

Jojo and Sierra pitched in to help paint! What we did was paint it a bright red color, then very lightly go over it with a big brush dipped in white paint, to give it that weathered antique look. 

Then we painted the trim white, left the roof unpainted, then stained and varnished the two pieces of wood that make the balcony. 

Here it is all finished! 

While this was originally supposed to be Kit’s tree house, my mom isn’t quite sure yet how she wants to incorporate Kit’s furniture or decorate it like Kit and Ruthie might like. By the time I go back in a few months to visit again, she’ll probably have it decorated for them.

So in the meantime, this will be Rachelle’s cool little hangout! 

Rachelle is Sierra’s cousin who is the same age as her. She was thrilled to have her cousins come from New Mexico to Arizona and visit her during spring break. They had tons of fun playing in the house and getting it looking just right. (Rachelle is a Truly Me #56 customized with a #32 wig). 

Keep reading to see the interior lights and decor! 

The nice thing about this tree house is that it’s open in the back.

This makes decorating and posing dolls inside very easy. 

Rachelle let Jo bring the furniture in and get it all set up (she’s athletic and so is pretty strong!). 

The table in the corner is an off brand that came from the thrift store. The little bureau is another thrifted find. The lantern on top is a WellieWisher accessory and the cactus is a candle. The hobby horse in the corner is homemade, and so are the posters. On the left is a constellation map and on the right is a vintage Saguaro National Park poster. The park is pretty close to where Rachelle and her family live, so she’s been there lots of times! 

And Licorice the cat likes to visit and nap in the tree house too. 

On this wall is an easel from Taryn’s (Maplelea brand) collection. The shelves are a thrift store find, and on top are Rachelle’s dolls Addy and Luciana. To the left is an art print I found on Pinterest. And the rug is I think a woven placemat. 

For lighting, right now the tree house has a string of blue fairy lights. 

At night, they moved all the stuff to the balcony and set up their sleeping bags!

The nice thing about sleeping out here is that they can be as loud and boisterous as they want!

[y2kbeautyandother2000sstuff]

BBW The White Barn Candle CO. Real Essence Sweet Pea Valentine Candle

1990s

Found on Mercari, user Retro Fun Shop

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Lars and Kicki’s elegant rustic holiday house was built in 1746. Inside, you can see some of the ancient features still intact.

The fire from the old hearth stove in the kitchen sends a warm glow to the dining room. 

A vintage armoire holds a large collection of tea pots, cups, saucers, and pitchers.

Elegant living room. Love the patina on the shiplap wall and the lush velvet sofa. 

The bedroom is elegant as well. I like the look of the gloss white ceiling. 

This part of the home looks like it was once a barn, and they left the animal stalls intact.

Christmas greens and candles line the floor in front of the window wall. 

The old wood is amazing. 

Pretty potting area.

What a dreamy old home.

http://kennethwongpk.blogspot.com/2017/12/rural-christmas-at-charming-farmhouse.html

[timbervalleyfarmbarnrental]

Wedding Venue Clear Spring Maryland Wedding Wagon

The Wedding Wagon at Timber Valley Farm Barn Rental 

Wedding Wagon Decor Ideas

Rustic Elegance

"Love is in the air...and on the wagon!" Adorn The Wedding Wagon with lush greenery, sunflowers, and vintage lanterns for a charming, rustic feel.

Vintage Whimsy

"Ride off into the sunset..." Transform the wagon into a romantic getaway with lace drapes, soft pastel flowers, and distressed wooden signs.

Country Chic

"Welcome to our love story..." Add a touch of country charm with burlap, wildflowers, and mason jars filled with candles or fairy lights.

Classic Romance

"Love's perfect ride..." Go for timeless elegance with red roses, white ribbons, and a delicate lace canopy.

Whimsical Woodland

"Love grows here..." Bring the outdoors in with a whimsical woodland theme featuring ferns, moss, and twinkling string lights.

Personalized Touch

"Love is our adventure..." Add a personal touch with photos, special quotes, or meaningful objects that represent your love story.

Decor Ideas

Floral garlands or swags

Lanterns or mercury glass holders

Vintage or rustic signs

Soft drapes or fabrics

Candles or fairy lights

Greenery or potted plants

Personalized elements (photos, quotes, etc.)

Tips

Consider the wedding colors and theme when choosing decorations.

Balance decorations to avoid overwhelming the wagon.

Use a mix of textures and heights for visual interest.

Don't forget to decorate the wagon's wheels and handles!

Feel free to mix and match these ideas to create a unique look that reflects your special day!

#timbervalleyfarmbarnrental and #timbervalleyretreat

https://timbervalleyfarmbarnrental.com/

[serenebluesims]

white bedroom

CCs used in pic: wall lamp  by @peacemaker-ic rug by @plumbobteasociety wall by @themalle curtain by @annigo2201 wall sticker by @cross-design vintage books recolors  by fableroot & crisis-barn (both deactivated)

door&window, bench, chair, end table, candle and bed (unreleased) by me

[literate-lamb]

Man of the House | one

Sam Wilson/fem!Reader, future dark!Bucky Barnes/fem!Reader | 18+

Moving day is finally here! Private and public celebrations are in order.

► warnings(!): nudity, non-graphic sex scene, alcohol, slow burn. eventual dubcon/noncon, eventual choking in future chapters. this is a dark fic.

|| Series Masterlist ||

a/n: taglist is open for this series, just hmu with an ask.

𝕄𝕠𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕒𝕪

Boxes and boxes filled the hallway as men in uniforms brought them in, the moving truck parked in front of the house. The stench of sweat invaded your nostrils as you guided the men on which rooms to settle them. Sam was doing his fair share, gathering your more personal boxes upstairs.

It was moving day, finally.

After two weeks of preparing and prepping, you finally took the step into your new home. A day earlier found you busy with cleaning; sweeping and mopping the floors, wiping the windows, and dusting the furniture among others. You even took the time to pick up some ornaments to decorate your new house. The scented candles and key bowl looked great next to the antique lamp.

When all the boxes and furniture were settled, you paid the movers a hefty sum and left them on their way. Now that left you, Sam, and a load of boxes to be unpacked.

“I’ll start with the ones in the kitchen,” Sam said, “And then maybe we can have a quick lunch later.” You nodded, walking towards the parlour.

Seeing the clear windows elated you, free of dust and stains, permitting sunlight which illuminated the room in a warm glow. The velvety feel of the red Chesterfield sofa was satisfying, letting your mind wander to extravagant wine parties.

Riffling for the retractable knife in your pocket, you started slashing through the boxes, uncovering your book collection over the years. One by one, you arranged them on the pine wood bookshelf; a new addition brought from your previous dwelling.

After the boxes were emptied, you stood and admired your work. The parlour would make a great room for reading, you could imagine relaxing with a glass of wine and a good book after a day's work.

Ding dong!

You swerved to face the hallway, startled. The ringing of the doorbell audibly loud, reverberating through the entire house.

“Who is it?” Sam stood in the entryway, coming from the kitchen. You shrugged.

Entering the hallway, Sam opened the door, standing face to face with their visitor. On the other side stood Mr Rogers, his weathered face smiling. He looked pretty dapper for a man standing on your doorstep. In his hand, he seemed to be holding a small box. Of what, you’re unsure.

“Mr Rogers! Nice to see you,” you greeted. “What brings you here?”

“Hello, dear. Just wanted to drop off some extra keys I had since I don’t really need them,” he said, jiggling them into your hands. “Seems like you have a fella, he’ll probably need it.” Sam laughed, appreciating the humour.

“Sam Wilson, sir,” he introduced himself, offering a hand, “Nice to finally meet the man of the house.”

“Likewise, son,” Mr Rogers shook. He seemed to still for a moment before knocking out of it. “Before I forget, here’s some tea. A housewarming gift, if you will.” He handed you the small box, “It’s chamomile, good for aiding sleep.”

You were humbled by the kind gesture of the elder, thanking him. Before he could leave, Sam invited him in for lunch, “I was about to fix up something quick.”

“It’s okay, son. I have places to be and people to meet today, you two have a good day,” he bid farewell, got in his beetle, waving as he drove away.

“That's a very thoughtful landlord right there,” Sam whistled. You agreed, reminded of how lucky you were, again. Sam closed the door, lulling the house in silence once more. “You hungry, baby?”

“Not yet, really,” you turned to him. “Why?”

“‘Cause I’m currently hungry for something else,” he smirked, mischief swimming in his pools, “How about we christen the place, starting with,” —he startled you, lifting you by the hips— “the kitchen!”  

You chortled, as Sam carried you, hands supporting your buttocks, at the same time  giving them a squeeze. The cheeky bastard.

Clothes were shed. Hands roamed, mapping every inch of uncovered skin. The exchange of fierce kisses and the battle of tongues left you both frenzied.

Sam settled you on the island countertop. The cold granite chilled you. He marveled at your form, hungry eyes taking in everything; your stiff peaks, your mussed hair, your enticing throat.

“I’m starving baby, let me taste you,” he husked, descending to his knees. Calloused hands pushed your thighs apart, serving you to his greedy eyes. True to his words, like a man starved, he helped himself. He was ravenous.

You cried, moans carrying through the halls, echoing. You had no care for the world.

The both of you continued your escapade, carrying to other parts of the house; unaware to the lone shadow.

Watching your every move.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕖

The entirety of yesterday was pure bliss as far as you remembered, waking up in bed to sunlight barely peeking through the glass door. Sam’s hand draped across your hip as he lightly snored behind you.

You sighed, feeling sated. What a way to start the morning.

Lazing for a bit, you admired your new bedroom. The once bare four-poster is now draped in delicate tulle, akin to a large veil. The vanity across the bed looked regal, adding to the opulence. This was by far your favourite room. Besides the parlour, of course.

You gave a kiss to Sam between the brows. Slowly slipping away, you got out of bed. Grabbing your robe, you padded across the hall and headed downstairs.

The house was eerily silent in the mornings. Only the creaking of stairs audible as you descend.

In the wee hours, the little sunlight and heavy curtains casted long shadows on the walls. The furniture in the dark stood, creating the illusion of people, making the parlour seem frightening to the average eye. The hallway seemed long and never-ending, getting darker the further it went.

The look of the house in the dark could have been what considered it so terrifying. The mind does tend to wander when in darkness.

Passing by the hallway, you setted on fixing breakfast in the kitchen. Before you could step a foot further, something faint caught your ears.

Scrrrt. Scrrrt. Scrrrt.

It repeated. Again and again. Like nails on wood.

Scrrrt. Scrrrt. Scrrrt.

You squinted, searching for the source. The low visibility was not helping. Fumbling the wall, you turned on the lights.

Scrrrt. Scrrrt. Scrrrt.

Nothing was in your vicinity, yet the noise never ceased. Using your sense of hearing, you listened, tracing it.

Scrrrt! Scrrrt! Scrrrt!

It became audibly louder and erratic as you neared. Your feet found you under the stairs. In front of the black door.

Scrrrt! Scrrrt! Scrrrt!

Faster and faster. As if a desperate call for help.

Grabbing the nearest object —an umbrella— you gripped it tight. The fear of it being a wild animal overcame you.

Scrrrt! Scrrrt! Scrrrt!

Slowly turning the knob, umbrella at the ready, you pushed the door, expecting to be pounced.

Instead, what greeted you was a white fluffy creature. A cat. The same cat you met weeks ago. Waiting on the steps, as if it were expecting your arrival.

“Now, how did you get in here,” you cooed, squatting. The cat murmured back.

Up and down. Left to right. You tried theorising how the cat came to be in the basement. The door was closed, too heavy for a cat. The small windows were shut tight, only allowing light to pass through. The last one here yesterday was Sam, and he would’ve noticed a cat. Yet, it managed to sneak in. How peculiar.

“What are you doing down here.”

You jumped, startled. Your heart almost gave out. Facing the door, Sam stood on the stairs, crusts still in his eyes.

“You startled me!” you grumbled. He put his palms up, wearing his toothy grin.

“I heard scratching sounds and found this cat,” you explained, “Which by the way, did you see yesterday?”

“I think I would’ve seen if there was a cat, but no,” he replied. “Is the little cutie hungry?” he cooed, in a babying tone.

Unexpected to the both of you, the cat hissed. Eyes turned into slits, fur standing, claws out, like a being possessed. You worried it might attack Sam.

Before you could intervene, it sped off. Zooming between Sam’s legs, and headed upstairs, meowing uncontrollably.

“It’s never done that before,” you mumbled, surprised. “I’ll go let it out.”

You followed upstairs, nearly missing the faint scent.

𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝕋𝕨𝕠

Light chatter permeated the space as guests began filtering into the parlour. Wine glasses in hand, they mingled around, exchanging conversations, with the occasional boisterous laughter. It was a light and cozy setting, with every tummy sated, just catching up with long time friends.

“Okay, can I just say, that despite being a 100 year old monument, this place is actually nice?” Tony starts, “Like when I looked outside it was like something out of the Addam’s Family, but then I went in and wham! It’s like a cute lil’ antique store.”

Perplexed, you really didn’t know how to reply to that. “Err, thank you?”

“Stop it, Tones, that wasn’t a compliment,” Rhodey slapped Tony’s back, “It’s a really nice house, very fancy.”

“The house is lovely, I love the vintage feel of it,” Pepper piped up, shooting Tony a look.

You smiled, “Thank you guys, it’s been a dream to live in a house like this.” Just then, Sam came, curling an arm around your waist.

“And my girl here got it for a steal too,” Sam intervened, jovially. “I’m just the lucky guy who gets to stay over some nights.”

You slapped Sam’s chest as he laughed, the trio joining. You reveled in the warmness of the moment, surrounded by friends. Sharing the start of a new beginning.

Everybody else in this room lived in the city, preferring the closeness to their work. You preferred the same. It’s been a long time since you all got together in the same space. You missed it.

After a few minutes of chatting, you excused yourself. A new bottle of wine and light dessert was needed.

Passing through the dining room enroute to the kitchen, you saw Wanda at the end of the hall. She was standing stock-still, staring downwards. You walked closer.

Stopping next to her, you saw that she was staring down at the entrance of the basement. Unmoving.

“Um, Wanda, is there anything wrong?” you asked, confused.

That seemed to snap her out of her stupor. She looked at you, face impassive before giving a thin smile.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” she said. “Where does that lead to, by the way?”

“That’s the basement,” you replied. “Come on, do you want more wine? Dessert?”

“Dessert sounds nice.”

Arriving into the parlour, you brought out the mini pavlovas with Wanda and set them on the coffee table. The wine bottle was handed off to Sam as he refilled glasses for your guests.

Immediately, everyone began to congregate in the middle to where the sofas were, taking a pavlova and having their refill. Your pavlovas were a favourite among your friends. You even had to swat Scott’s hand from taking more than one at a time.

The chatter turned up again, everyone catching up within the confines of your home. You relaxed beside Sam as he chatted with Vis about football of all things. Vis looked bored, yet was too polite to switch topics.

“So, a little birdie told me that this house is haunted, that true?” you heard Tony as he came to stand beside the sofa, pavlova in hand, “If so, then damn! It really does live up to the Addam’s Family aesthetic it has going on.”

“Tony!” Pepper hissed from across the room, reprimanding him. She turned to you, “I’m so sorry for him.”

“It’s okay, Pep,” and you were, Tony’s just being, well, Tony. “Where did you hear that though? Even I didn’t know at first.” By now, everyone was paying attention to you two.

“Saw it in a blog when I was looking for navigation, apparently they only managed to live here for two weeks,” he said, taking a bite of the sugary confection. “So it is true? Feeling watched? Things disappearing? Ghostly apparitions? Oooh.”

You heard Scott whisper yell, “So we went willingly inside a haunted house? Are we cursed?” in the background. Hope shushed him.

“None so far, the landlord even told me that he had never experienced anything living here. I’d take those blog posts with a grain of salt if I were you,” you said, sipping your glass. “Besides, I don’t really believe in ghosts. Ever heard of infrasounds, Stark?”

Tony smirked, “I expected no less from a woman of science.” He finished the rest of his dessert. “Say, how ‘bout we make a bet? If you can live here past two weeks, i’ll give you $400.”

“Ugh, Tones,” Rhodey grumbled at the back.

“Make it $500 then we’ll have a deal,” you smirked, not backing down.

“$450”

“No, $500.”

“Ugh, fine! $500.” He eye-rolled, holding out his hand. “Let’s shake it.”

“Deal.”

You both shook hands, sealing the deal in front of a live audience that is your friends. 500 dollars, two weeks.

“Why do I feel this won’t go well,” Vis sighed, holding onto Wanda. She nodded absently, eyes locked to a different corner.

[jbbarnesnnoble]

Weaving Webs

Summary: October 1st means it’s time to break out the decorations and get in the Halloween spirit. 

Features: Fluff, and a lot of it; Avengers living on the compound, but in their own spaces and it’s adorable; Background Wanda Maximoff/Steve Rogers; Background Clint Barton/Laura Barton/Natasha Romanoff

Prompt:Decorate

Pairing: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes/Reader

Notes: For @thefanficfaerie​‘s OTP challenge. I was originally going to go Bucky/Reader but couldn’t resist turning this into Sam/Bucky/Reader. My goal is to follow this trio all the way through December. 

Word Count: 1353

You grinned as you loaded the last of the bins onto the cart you got at Costco ages ago for when you needed to move a lot of things...which with the way you went all out at times at the grocery store was often enough that it had been more than worth it. Sam and Bucky wouldn’t know what hit them. You loved the holidays, more than anyone you knew. There was something magical about the decorations and the atmosphere that the last three months of the year brought. 

The three of you shared a house on the grounds of the Avengers compound. When the team started settling down and more agents with families started being brought on, it made sense to create a place for them where their families would be protected. In a sense, a new town had sprung up, with the Avengers having their own neighborhood. You had enough room to have spacious yards and soon enough, trick or treaters would be knocking on your door, the children of agents who were excited to show off their costumes. 

Bucky and Sam had both been away on a mission. You were still out with an injury. It was October 1st and no one could tell you no, you cannot put the Halloween decorations up yet. You had started putting out small, autumn themed decorations as soon as the seasons changed. Sam and Bucky had barely noticed the appearance of pumpkin spice, apple, and cinnamon scented candles that replaced your more summer scented ones. Nor did they seem to notice the sudden appearance of garland made of faux autumn leaves that now adorned the railing of the balcony, white fairy lights strewn throughout. 

You set about unpacking the boxes and organizing the decorations more than they already were. The witch with the cauldron that said a rhyme about the brew she was making was set to the side for the scene you’d create by the rarely used fireplace, a throwback to your childhood. You were so lost in what you were doing, you never heard the front door open or the two of them walk in.

“Why does it look like Halloween came to town and trashed our place?” Sam asked. You jumped, almost dropping the ceramic ghost you were holding. 

“You scared me,” you said before continuing, “I’m starting to decorate for Halloween.”

“Doll, Halloween isn’t until the 31st. Do we really need to decorate now?” Bucky asked. You glared at him.

“Yes. The holiday season has officially started. Since you two are home…,” you said trailing off.

“You want us to help, don’t you?” Sam asked.

“Please? I have so much I want to do and so little time. Besides, Wanda and Steve have started decorating their house. I saw Steve cleaning the gutters out this morning to hang up those purple and orange lights they bought last year,” you said. There was something refreshing about having a slice of normalcy in the midst of a life that was far from normal. The three of you were still relatively new to the dating thing, having opted to live together as friends for so long before one day, the feelings came out. 

Steve had settled in with Wanda, something that had surprised you at first. With the security provided by living on the compound, Clint had brought Laura and their kids out. If Natasha lived with them, well, no one was batting an eye at that. Thor had a house in the neighborhood, one he shared with Bruce. Tony and Pepper maintained one too, even if Tony was more hands off from the team these days. The Avengers were still a family. 

“What do you need us to do, doll?” Bucky asked. You smiled, and saw the look Sam gave Bucky.

“We’re going to regret this, aren’t we?” Sam asked. 

“You can start by grabbing the batteries I bought off the kitchen counter, please. Bucky you can start testing the lights for the bushes,” you said. Both men shared a look before going to do as you asked. Bucky set about continuing to untangle the lights for you, while Sam handed you the batteries. 

The witch was the first thing you wanted to power up. Your mother had sent it to you a few weeks prior at your request. As soon as the batteries were in, you pressed the button, bringing her to life. 

“Happy Halloween. Let’s see, there’s eye of newt, liver of muskrat, venom of snake, garlic powder, delicious yes, it’s my very own chowder. Happy Halloween,” the decoration said, complete with a witch’s cackle. You laughed at the look on Sam and Bucky’s faces.

“That’s creepy,” Bucky said.

“That’s vintage. 1995. Been in the family almost as long as I have,” you said with a smile. 

“Where are we putting it?” Sam asked.

“By the fireplace. I have a whole scene to set up there,” you explained. The three of you set about setting up the decorations. This year, you had gone out and purchased wood to make your headstones. The foam ones didn’t hold up well. When your boys saw what you had stashed in the garage, they shared a look. You had drawn out where the cuts needed to go, but hadn’t touched the wood.

“Doll, you weren’t planning on cutting that yourself were you?” Bucky asked. You shook your head. There were very few things you agreed to being off limits. Using any kind of saw was one of them after the first and last time they had you handle cutting something. You may have been on it on the field, but when it came to the day to day, there were some things it was safer not to let you do. 

“Of course not. If one of you could? I have the designs sketched out too on the paper I taped up. Just call me out when it’s done so I can start painting,” you said. 

You headed back in the house, putting the window decals up before Sam came in and helped you bring the lights outside. You could hear Bucky at work on the saw as you and Sam pulled the lights over the bushes and placed ‘cobwebs’ over it. Sam grabbed the ladder to put the lights up on the front of the house, along with your ghostly decorations that hung down. 

You almost forgot that Bucky was tasked with cutting the headstones until you realized it was far too quiet. You walked toward the garage to see him hard at work painting. He had already done the work of putting the poles into the decorations.

“You like it?” he asked you as he heard you approach.

“It’s perfect,” you said, wrapping your arms around him from behind and letting your head rest against his shoulder. You jumped slightly when Sam joined in, the three of you content to enjoy the moment. 

“I was thinking we could have a skeleton hand reaching up from one of them,” Bucky said. 

“Yeah? What other ideas do you have?” you asked him. He explained his plan, before setting to work with Sam. You took the opportunity to head back inside and continue your indoor decorating. There were plenty of things that still had to be done. 

The sun had set before the three of you retired for the evening, opting to order out instead of cook. One of Tony’s Iron Legion would pick up the food, something the locals outside the compound had long since grown used to. The lawn now had a dozen headstones, complete with scenes of skeleton’s attempting to escape and a scarecrow caretaker that Sam made. 

“Well?” you asked as your boys looked around the house. You were practically bouncing on your feet, wanting to know what they thought. 

“It’s perfect, doll,” Bucky said, placing a kiss on your forehead. Sam nodded in agreement.

“It really is,” Sam said. The three of you settled in for dinner with the arrival of your food a short time later. You couldn’t wait for what the rest of the month would bring. 

[trishscully]

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