Inspired By Taylor Swift Series

august.

Request from Tumblr: "sooo I don't know if this would be a good request or not but I've been obsessed with August by Taylor Swift and I was hoping maybe you could write something inspired by that song for Bucky... I can just imagine the angst...if not it's okay!! Love you & your stories anyways 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼"

did - did you guys hear that? wait, there it is again... the sound of salt air and the rust on your door...

i won't lie, i'm nervous about writing to a song as perfect as august, but this was too amazing to not write. so with approximately one day left in august, here you are, dear reader! 💛

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Looking back on it, he wasn't sure what it was. He wasn't sure if it was one thing. The amalgamation of living for the hope of it all. Maybe it was just the feeling the came along with it.

The salt air.

The rust on your door.

The whispers of 'are you sure?'

What exactly was it that put him in a trance? What left him helpless against the siren song that rang in his ears every time you echoed through his mind?

The sweltering heat.

The vast, unending Louisiana sky.

The mesmerizing way your dresses swished in that warm summer breeze.

He didn't know.

All he knew is there would never be another moment quite like that, never a moment that lasted as long, nor one that meant as much to him, as that August. That's what it was, truly. One long, fleeting moment.

Looking back on it, how August slipped away into a moment in time, he can still feel every moment of that summer love that brought him back to life.

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You'll never forget the day you met Bucky Barnes on that bright and shining summer day, the first day of August.

"Hi."

His bright eyes flash up at you, clearly startled by the stranger standing before him. "Uh... hi."

You chuckle at him from the pier where you stand, "Sorry, I'm Sarah's neighbor. I was just looking for her."

He steps off of the Wilson family boat, making sure to tuck his vibranium arm behind him. "Oh... I think she went back inside with Sam."

A bright smile lifts your face. Even on that very first day, Bucky can't help but but be a little mesmerized by it. "Sam? Sam is back?"

Bucky didn't bother to explain that the only reason he was even in Louisiana was because Sam was back.

There wasn't time to say anything before Sam came barreling back onto the dock.

From behind you, Sam's arms enveloped you, lifting your feet on the ground.

The most melodic laughter that Bucky's ever heard burst from your lips. You swat at Sam's hand, "Put me down!"

"Alright, alright." Sam gently lets you back on the wooden slats of the dock. He slings a heavy arm around you, "What are you doing over here?"

"I was looking for Sarah. Didn't realize that you decided to grace Delacroix with your presence again."

Sam gently nudges you, "Aw... ya missed me?"

There's something unsettling to Bucky about the envy he feels so quickly. He didn't even know your name. He had no right to feel jealous, to feel envious of the hand that Sam so casually had on your shoulder. He clears his throat reminding the two of you of his presence.