Multifandom One-shots

38. Love Among the Pages - Bucky x reader (Marvel)

The small bell above the bookstore door jingled softly as me and Bucky stepped into my dreamland, the cozy haven of books.

It was just so beautiful, it almost made me cry. My eyes sparkled with delight, and from my side, I could see a genuine smile adorn Bucky's face as he observed the joy radiating from me.

"You really love books, don't you?" Bucky's voice, warm and affectionate, drew my attention away from the enchanting world of literature. I tore my gaze from the captivating books to meet the gaze of the man whose presence mirrored the beauty I found in those bound tales.

I nodded enthusiastically, my gaze never leaving the literary treasures that surrounded us. "There's something magical about bookstores. Each book holds a world waiting to be explored."

"Well, who am I to stop you?" Bucky spoke, gesturing with his arm towards the shelves packed with different types of worlds.

Gleaming with joy, I practically ran towards the books, like a kid when they see something they like in a store. My fingers danced along the spines, and I couldn't contain my excitement as I explored the vast array of genres that adorned the shelves.

Bucky followed at a leisurely pace, his gaze fixed on my animated expressions. The bookstore seemed to echo with the melody of laughter and the rustle of pages as I pulled out a book here and there, sharing snippets of why each one held a special place in my heart.

"Anything in particular catching your eye?" Bucky asked, his voice a gentle cadence amidst the literary symphony surrounding us.

I turned to him with a gleam of enthusiasm in my eyes. "Everything!" I exclaimed, almost jumping in joy.

Bucky chuckled, finding my enthusiasm endearing. As I picked up a particularly weathered volume and marveled at its pages, he couldn't help but smile at the genuine joy I found in the simplest of pleasures.

"I've never seen someone get so excited over a bookstore," Bucky remarked, his eyes twinkling with affection.

Bucky's affectionate observation lingered in the air as I held the weathered volume close to my heart. The corners of his lips curled into a soft smile, and the warmth in his eyes mirrored the comforting atmosphere of the bookstore.

"Well, we are not just in a bookstore; we are in a realm of wonder," I remarked, my voice a gentle undercurrent beneath the hum of whispered conversations and the occasional shuffle of pages.

Pausing for a bit, my eyes searched the books to try and find a new one to read. "It's like each book is an invitation to a different adventure. You never know what world you might step into."

Bucky raised an eyebrow at me, shaking his head with a small smile gracing his handsome face. "You make it sound like stepping into Narnia or something," he teased, the playful glint in his eyes adding a touch of mischief to his words.

I laughed, the sound echoing in the cozy space between the bookshelves. "Well, who's to say it isn't? Books have a way of transporting you to places beyond the pages," I replied, my fingers tracing the embossed lettering on the book cover.

Bucky chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "You're quite the dreamer, aren't you?"

I grinned, holding up the weathered volume. "Well, isn't that what makes life interesting? Embracing the possibility of the extraordinary within the ordinary."

My enthusiasm must have been contagious, for soon my hands were filled with an assortment of books, almost too many for me to carry. Huffing in mock annoyance, a book threatening to escape my grasp, I couldn't help but playfully complain, "They really should get some baskets in these bookstores."