#b/ucky b/arnes

[softsnzstuff]

Mmmm another prompt suggestion:

Bucky being horribly sneezy (cold or allergies, your choice) around the civil war era so many of the avengers are very wary around him and don’t know what to make of this unstable, brooding guy having the sneezes?

Wait stop this is so funny and I’ve never thought about this before??? Enjoy this tiny lil drabble!

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The room was awkwardly silent. Everyone sat around just staring at Bucky, who was on the couch scrubbing at his nose.

“Is he… broken?” Clint asked.

“It’s his allergies.” Steve quipped back.

“Do robots have allergies?” Sam scoffed.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “I can hear you, you know… hhh - ‘tSCH! H’NxXt!”

Compared to his size and strength, the sneezes that escaped him were quite small. Kittenish, even.

“Bless you, Buck.” Steve pat his shoulder.

“Tha’gks.”

A laugh slipped out of Sam before he could stop it.

“Alright. I’m going upstairs.” Bucky groaned, getting up off the couch. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Aw Buck, they’re only teasing!”

Steve tried to do damage control, turning and rolling his eyes at the others before following the winter soldier upstairs.

[fuckin-sick-bih]

Quiet Night

Fandom: Marvel Summary: Bucky comes home with a cold and scares poor Steve who offers a quiet night CW: none? Word Count: 624 Author Note: Just somethin' small for someone havin' a bad time <3MINORS DNI

The door to Steve’s apartment opened and closed quick and quietly. If not for Bucky’s sniffling he would have been almost completely silent in his breaking into his boyfriend’s apartment. He was tucked into a coat and hat, still absolutely shivering beyond belief. Even his metal arm shook by proxy.

A clattering sound from the kitchen drew Bucky’s attention, clearly the sounds of Steve bustling away. It was domestic. Homey. It brought a smile to his lips, weary as it was.

Silently, Bucky moved through the apartment from the front door to the kitchen where he leaned casually against the doorframe to watch Steve at the stove for a moment. With his back turned to him, he had some song playing quietly from his phone on the counter. His hips were swaying to the beat as he hummed along, mumbling words here and there.

While waiting for the other to notice him, Bucky pulled off his hat and coat. With Steve’s back to him, he was able to get away with quite a lot if he was quiet. The music and Steve’s soft humming easily drowned out Bucky’s quiet sniffles. There was a dull tickling sensation in his sinuses that Bucky had been waiting on it to build all damn day. It seemed now was the time.

Bucky’s expression crumpled. His icy blues unfocused, his brows knit together, red and irritated nostrils flaring as he drew in a breath sharply. He lifted a hand to crush the knuckles of his right hand up against his nose just in time as he sneezed harshly.

“HehETTShoo! HiiEISHoo!”

“Jesus, Buck!”

The reaction from Steve was instantaneous, the blond jumping nearly a foot in the air and spilling a little of whatever it was he was making on the stove. Usually, Bucky could tell just by the smell of it, but not now. Especially not since those two sneezes seemed to have completely blocked up his sinuses instead of just making him a sniffly mess like he’d been all day.

With a thicker sniffle and another rub at his abused, red nose, Bucky replied. “Sorry. Snff. Bust be the spices.” He tried to lie but his voice was hardly better than a croak when it came out.

Steve raised his eyebrows at him and crossed his arms, “You sure about that? I lived with you for years. I know what your cold sneezes sound like.”

Another liquidy sniffle and Bucky waves his metal hand dismissively but not before his breath starts to catch again. “Heh… I’b fide, S-Steeeve- HiihDISHoo! Fit as a fiddle. Snfff.”

Steve turns down the heat on the stove and comes closer to press a hand to his forehead that Bucky can’t help but lean into. He’s exhausted if he’s being honest with himself. Instead of thinking too hard about it he just relishes the feeling of Steve’s hand.

“Not warm, but if you’re not careful-”

“Steeeve…” Bucky groans quietly, congestion strangling his boyfriend’s name awkwardly. “It’s a cold. I’ll be fi­-f-…fiiih… FiiEISHHoo! Eh… heh… HEHISHOO! Oh, by god. I’b sorry, Stevie, I sdeezed all over you.” He’s mortified, no matter how many times it’s happened in their times living together he’ll never get over the embarrassment of it.

But Steve just wears that stupid soft smile like always, his baby blues lighting up so brilliantly and lovingly. “Then it’s a good thing I’m making soup, huh? Butternut. Your favorite. Ma’s recipe even. C’mon Buck. We can put on a movie and cuddle on the couch, sound good.”

“Sou’ds fucki’g abazi’g, doll.” Bucky groans and slides his arms around Steve’s waist to press his face into his chest, sniffling as he resigns himself to being cared for by his boyfriend for the night.

[sleptwithinthesun]

hi!! not sure if you're taking marvel requests for the fall prompts (so feel free to ignore this if you aren't) but how about 🍂 for bucky?

oh, it's been a hot minute since i wrote a marvel fic. this might be bad since i haven't written anything for b/ucky since like. may, i think? sorry for the wait. hope you enjoy it anyway :D

(fill for 🍂 on the fall snz prompts list... written for b/ucky barnes & s/am w/ilson. queerplatonic s/ambucky, i think? it's really just open for interpretation. 0.4K words.)

"hh'tSHuu!"

"It's startling earlier this year, isn't it?" Sam asks, frown audible even with his back towards Bucky. The supersolider blinks up at him from his seat at the table, eyes half-lidded with sleep and still-bent arm hovering lazily in front of his face. "You usually don't get this bad until late October."

Bucky gives a half-shrug, making a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat before clearing it. His voice, when he speaks, is rough, unhewn by his allergies. "I guess."

"You guess? Buck, don't act like we don't—"

"heh'SH'uh! ESHH!"

"—share a house. I can hear you at night. Bless," Sam says, the final response automatic. Bucky's been sneezing enough that he doesn't even have to think about it any more; he's practically been Pavlov'd into blessing him.

Bucky sniffles, letting out a low groan. "Fuck..." he breathes, eyes darting towards the window on their route to Sam's face. Despite the muttered expletive mere second earlier, he still insists, "It's really not a big deal, Sam. This happens every year. Hell, it's been happening since I was a kid, roughly a century ago. Stop worrying."

Sam glances over at him, and upon seeing the other's expression, sighs in defeat. "If you're sure, Buck. Just don't die on me, alright?"

"Wh— I'm not going to— it's not even that kind of allergy," Bucky splutters, standing and walking over to the stove, where he turns off the burner under the kettle. It hasn't started whistling yet, but they can both hear the water inside boiling. Sam slides him a mug, a bag of Earl Gray already inside, and Bucky murmurs his thanks before pouring the water into it and glancing at the clock for the time.

"Is it going to kill you to just, I don't know, eye it for once?" Sam teases, pulling the kettle away from Bucky when his expression twists slightly. "Bless."

"Hhhate when you do that... ht'SHH! eh'TSH!" Bucky shakes his head slightly, holding up a finger to Sam. "h'ESHH! eh'TSH'uh!"

Sam blinks at him, expression softening. "You take Benadryl?"

"Yeah, double dose." He sniffles, rubbing a knuckle underneath his nose. "Don't think it's working."

"Only double?" Sam says with a smile, brow wrinkling when Bucky just sneezes again. "Alright, man, get in the shower. I'll take your teabag out in—" a glance at the clock "—two minutes, and keep it warm for you. Just wash off whatever's triggering this."

Bucky nods, muffling yet another sneeze into his wrist. "heh'TSH!"

"Slow fit?"

"I think so," he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Just going to, you know, take a shower. Like you said." Bucky starts back towards the stairs, then pauses. "Sam?"

He looks up at him. "Yeah?"

"Thank you. For caring." The corner of his mouth quirks up slightly in a half-smile, one that Sam returns wholeheartedly.

"Always."

[whumpybucky]

My first official fic under this handle! Classic tale of Bucky being sick and Stevie just wanting to take care of him. I’m imagining an AU where Bucky is an editor at a small press and Steve is an illustrator (it’s how they met). Don’t know if I’ll continue it, and it’s just a wee drabble, but it’s a start! 850 words under the cut. Enjoy! 🌲💛

Leaving work now, home by 6. Love you 😘

You sure you don’t want me to come get you?

It’s nice out and I want the fresh air. I’ll be fine, love.

K, Alpine and I will be here with tea and tissues 😻😻

Bucky chuckled softly at his boyfriend’s mother henning. He had woken up with the start of a cold that morning. Steve had of course encouraged him to take the day, but it was Friday and Bucky didn’t want to be seen as that guy. So he went in and kept his office door closed for most of the day—which he’s sure all his colleagues were grateful for. A scratchy throat the night before had turned into constant sniffling congestion with scattered coughs and sneezing throughout the day.

He pocketed his cell then pressed a knuckle to his itchy nose before zipping up his bomber-style jacket and starting on his route home. A straight shot up the boulevard that led to the main park in the centre of the city. Then a short jaunt past the dog park to the path that crossed through the small woods in the middle, which popped him out 20 minutes later at the end of their street. He did this walk at least twice a week. No big deal.

Bucky sighed when he finally made it to their floor of the three-storey walk up, more exhausted than he expected to be after his walk home. The exhale tickled his throat. His attempt to quell it as he opened their apartment door quickly turned into a cough that Bucky immediately covered with his elbow.

“Poor guy, you sound so much worse than this morning.”

“Snfff… ‘s not that bad. Just… SNF! Just a cold.”

Steve gave Bucky a soft sympathetic look as he watched him place his messenger back in the hook and slip his shoes off, all at a dulled pace. This morning he had said it was just the sniffles. He knew if his partner was admitting he was actually sick then it was indeed that bad.

Even Alpine seemed to agree, mewing as he rubbed against Bucky’s legs.

“Well you and your “just a cold” can get out of your work clothes, into comfy pants, and then onto the couch. I’ve got soup simmering on the stove and Alpine’s been waiting for you all day.”

Bucky finished hanging his coat in the closet then wrapped his arms around Steve, resting his head on his shoulder. He was so grateful to be home. “Love it when you get bossy,” he muttered, sniffling softly.

A warmth bloomed in Steve’s chest. “Yeah? Well good, ‘cause it’s going to be like that all weekend. I’m going to force you to rest and watch movies and eat soup and drink tea and—”

“W-whatever you say, love,” Bucky cut him off as he pulled out of the hug before catching three rapid-fire sneezes into the crook of his elbow just in time.

“Ble— one more?”

He didn’t have time to respond before the fourth and final sneeze erupted out of him. “HEHTSCHieeeew! Ugggh, ‘scuse mbe.”

“Aw, sweetheart. Bless you.”

Bucky nodded in thanks after grabbing several tissues from the credenza in the entry hall.

When he was finished blowing his nose, Steve stepped towards him again. Then pressing a kiss to his hairline, he followed up the gesture with a reiteration of his orders. “Changed, then couch. Now.”

“Yessir, captain sir,” Bucky saluted mockingly as he made his way to their bedroom to get changed. Alpine’s tail twitched as he trotted after him.

*****

“Hmmm, you feel warm.” Steve’s brows furrowed as he moved a palm from bucky’s forehead to one of his rosy cheeks.

Bucky just shrugged, glassy blue eyes blinking up at Steve.

“I’m going to get you some Tylenol. Then what do you say about going to bed early?”

“What time is it?” Bucky asked, voice hoarse and dry causing him to cough. He’d been dozing off and on, head on a pillow on Steve’s lap and alpine curled at his feet, as they watched some old Carey Grant film Steve loved.

“9:40, a perfectly reasonable time to go to bed. Especially when you’re sick. Which you absolutely are.”

Bucky managed a smile at his boyfriend’s concern.

“I’ll be fine, Stevie. Don’t need to worry.”

“I know you will. Just like to take care of you, sweetheart.” Steve added, brushing a thumb over Bucky’s cheek.

“I know you do. And I love you for it.”

“Love you too. Now bed?”

Bucky nodded and allowed himself to be pulled up from the couch, guided to the washroom where he was fed Tylenol, then into bed where he was tucked under their duvet. He was asleep within minutes, well before Steve shut off all the lights and finished his night time routine.

Slowly slipping under the covers so as not to wake him, Steve had to stifle a chuckle at the soft snores from Bucky when he finally joined him. Then pressing a ghost of a kiss into his temple, he whispered good night before drifting off himself.

[buckybuck]

u ever see someone sort a fictional character into a hogwarts house and it's just clearly not right?

[wanderingandfound]

Me, waking up from a dream with the beginnings of a lot of abdominal pain: Maybe something is wrong, or maybe this is just how it feels when you try to move the decimal point.

Me, a moment later: The only type of pain math should possibly be able to cause is a headache.

[shrinkyclinksfest]

That's a wrap!

Thank you all so much for another successful run of Shrinkyclinks Fest! Altogether the works add up to 150K words of new Shrinkyclinks content and six new artworks! We want to thank all our wonderful writers, artists, promoters, promoters, readers, and supporters. We will see you all next year!

Without further ado, the Masterlist:

Title: Nazi Punks Fuck Off [Shrinkyclinks AU] Creator: bleedxblack Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): digital art Rating: G Prompt #: 22 Warnings: N/A Summary: Local punk Steve Rogers goes to see his hardcore vocalist boyfriend, Bucky, perform with his band, Widow. Friend and guitarist Natasha took the first photo of them after the band had finished their set. Steve took the following photo himself while he watched his friends and lover play on stage.

Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33271081

Title: Steve has hot guy problems Creator: HeyBoy Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): digital art Rating: T Prompt #: 33 Warnings: N/A Summary: For the ShrinkyClinks Fest prompt: Meet-cute at the gym! Smol Steve is determined to work on his cardio and fitness. He reluctantly goes to the gym, feeling intimidated but ready to spit fire at anyone who so much as looks at him twice. He is going to get a good workout, damnit. Ignore the clunkheads. Ignore the gym rats. Ignore the super hot guy with long hair and stormy eyes who always seems to be using the equipment near Steve. That wasn't so bad! Now we can shower and go home. Wait, hot guy is also in the shower and… he's singing. WAIT hot guy just exited the shower and now he knows that I know he was singing!.

Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33271468

Title: asthma attacks, fire escapes, and chai Creator: beemotionpicture Medium: fic Rating: gen Wordcount: 6,657 Prompt #: 9 Warnings: none Summary: It happens because of his asthma of all things.

As soon as he feels short of breath he starts rooting through his messenger bag for his inhaler. Steve has a moment to think aha!and then fuck,before he’s losing his grip on the thing and it’s skidding across the pavement and into an alleyway.

He freezes when he realizes he’s not alone.

Steve hears a muffled sound coming from behind the dumpster, but that’s not what makes him look; no, it’s the metallic scent in the air which, with a creeping feeling of dread, he hopes isn’t blood. He looks. It’s blood.

And there’s a man sitting right in a puddle of it, leaning heavily against the brick wall and clutching his side with a metal hand.

How Steve finds an injured Bucky, nurses him back to health, and takes down a HYDRA agent while he’s at it. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33272239

Title: Highway Ghost Creator: Neonbat  Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 15820 Prompt #: 31 Warnings: Usual WS Bucky warnings Summary: Steve hated long drives, it was too easy to zone out, especially when you’re full of cook-out food and good times. Having someone fall out of nowhere right in front of his car wasn’t exactly something he’d ever consider a possibility. He had enough excitement already from his job as an ER Nurse. Except, where most people would have been laid out on the asphalt, the man dressed in black got up without a scratch and insisted medical care wasn’t needed. The fuck was his life?  Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33283738

Title: He "Accidently" Picked A Hot Roommate Creator: rufferto Medium: digital art Rating: G Prompt #: 48 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve needs a roommate. He thinks he will never find one but then he meets Winter Soldier Bucky who needs a place to stay while he recovers. Steve offers him the room immediately and it turns out Bucky is a great roommate. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33279370

Title: special delivery Creator: @glim / glim Medium: fic Rating: Teen + Wordcount: ~6,000 words Prompt #: 30 Warnings: n/a Summary: Written for shrinkyclinksfest, Prompt #30: Steve Rogers has always been prone to sickness, but summer colds are the absolute worst. What he wants is a huge bowl of chicken noodle soup and some ice cream. What he gets is a food delivery guy who’s so built and hot Steve chokes on his tongue. That’s why he keeps ordering long after he’s recovered and how he finally gets Bucky Barnes into his apartment and his bed. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33343828

Title: When the Pool Closes Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy  Fic Rating: T Wordcount : 1858 Prompt #: 36 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve just wants to enjoy a day out in the sun by himself. That’s not too much to ask. Except it is, apparently. With such fair skin, sunscreen is a must, and there’s no way he can reach his entire back. He’s just going to have to find someone to help him apply it, and if the guy is ripped… Well, it’s not Steve’s fault that he’s got good taste. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33341596

Title: To the Future and the Past Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy  Fic Rating: T Wordcount : 1465 Prompt #: 40 Warnings: Major character death Summary: Maybe a funeral isn’t the right time to admit to a gay love story, but Bucky doesn’t care. That’s what Steve wanted, and Bucky’s never been able to say no to the love of his life. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33358726

Title: A Shot Across The Bow Creator: Author: Becassine Artist: Call_me_kayyyyy  Art Rating: G Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 18382 Prompt #: 52 Warnings: Blood/Injury, Implied/Reference Abuse, Reference Slave Trade Summary: Bucky Barnes is a Pirate Captain, and one accustomed to getting his own way. When fate drops Steve Rogers in his path one lonely evening in Tortuga, his life is forever turned upside down. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33265450/chapters/82597747

Title: Sometime, anytime, sugar me sweet Creator: Girl_Back_There Medium: Fic Rating: Mature Wordcount: 6214 Prompt #: 45 Warnings: Some Homophobic Language, Instances of Sexual Harassment against women Summary:Bucky doesn’t know how his mother managed to Jedi mind trick him into dropping off Becca at summer camp this year, but she somehow did it. Despite his grumpiness at the unreasonable hour in which he was wrenched from his nice and cozy bed, Bucky is glad for this time with his little sister. Becca spends their time talking about the activities she got to do last summer that she hopes will be back again this year, all of which was organized by Steve Rogers. After she came home from Camp Marvel last year, all Becca could talk about was Steve Rogers, one of the counselors for her team, The Howlies. Steve Rogers was an amazing artist. Steve Rogers participates in all of the competitions despite his asthma, scoliosis, heart arrhythmia, and various other medical issues. Steve Rogers totally drinks his respect women juice. Bucky would be worried about his sister may be developing a crush on this Steve guy, but after meeting him, Bucky is more preoccupied with the crush he's developing on Steve. So preoccupied in fact, he ends up signing on to be a camp counselor for the summer. Link to work:https://archiveofourown.org/works/33339220

Title:  The Way To A Man’s Heart Creator: Author: HaniTrash Artist: Kocuria_visuals  Art Rating: T Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 11852 Prompt #: 53 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve Rogers, skinny Brooklynite, is a college student who makes old recipes and posts videos of them on tiktok. When Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier and Avenger, sees one, he's instantly hooked and becomes Steve's biggest fan. What follows next is a story of food, flirting, and a very unlikely pairing. But much like Steve’s unusual recipes, what shouldn’t work often does… Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33312223/chapters/82722664#workskin

Title: Maybe A Muse Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy Medium (fic, art, podfic, etc.): fic Rating: M Wordcount: 2871 Prompt #: 28 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:  When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33393928

Title: Be My Breath Creator: Goosenik and clarkestetler Medium: Fic Rating: Teen and Up Wordcount: 44,575 Prompt #: 48 Warnings: N/A Summary: For the Shrinkyclinks Fest 2021 prompt: Steve needs a roommate. He thinks he will never find one but then he meets Winter Soldier Bucky who needs a place to stay while he recovers. Steve offers him the room immediately and it turns out Bucky is a great roommate.

Basically: Bucky moves in with Steve after he escapes from Hydra, and Steve begins the long process of helping Bucky remember how to be human again. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33275848/chapters/82626394

Title: Tap-Tap Into Your Heart Creator: huntress79​ Medium: Fic Rating: T Wordcount: 5k Prompt #: 6 Warnings: none, except for one blink-and-you’ll-miss-it mention of animal death  Summary: When HYDRA finally fell, the Soldier was lost, in more than one meaning. And for the next several months, he, more or less, drifted from one former safehouse to the other, always avoiding to stay too long in one place. Until he comes to Brooklyn - and finds a new purpose, again in more than one meaning… Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33416524

Title: I'd be selfish but never with you Creator: Lacunalady on Ao3 Medium: Fic Rating: E Wordcount: 20k Prompt #: 32 Warnings: No archive warnings apply Summary: Prompted with: "Arranged marriage AU. Steve is a prince and Bucky is a newly crowned king of the neighboring country having conquered/overtaken the last ruler. In order to keep the peace between their countries, Steve's father decides for them to wed. Steve is reluctant for several reasons but mainly because he wants to marry for love and the fact that Bucky has a reputation for being exceedingly ruthless in battle (aka the winter solider)" by Bangyababy on Tumblr! Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33424936

Title: Just Peachy Creator: Erosanderis Fic Rating: N/A Wordcount : 1266 Prompt #: 34 Warnings: N/A Summary: Steve Rogers was not looking forward to meeting his soulmate. Ever since the day he was born, he had the worst possible words on his forearm. So of course he would meet them at work. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33412060

Title: Knocking Boots with Sugar Creator: buckybarnesdeservestobehappy  Fic Rating: E Wordcount : 4095 Prompt #: 29 Warnings: N/A Summary: In between summers at college, Steve Rogers wants a new adventure beyond his lonely life in Brooklyn. He ends up in West Texas working on a dude ranch where Bucky Barnes is a long-time employee. When Bucky offers to buy Steve a drink, they end up drunk on tequila and making out in public. For the rest of the summer, they're inseparable. As the summer draws to a close, Steve realizes he doesn't want to leave. Link to work: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33499603

[perpetuallypottytraining]

Hey do you take omocute headcanons about specific fictional characters? (Specifically B/ucky B/arnes) Because I have a truckload and idk where to put them!

go ahead!

I should add tho that this blog is primarily for more soft and fluffy omo stuff, and I tend to put the more whumpy and/or meaner scenarios over at @soggyjazz

and, as we know w/ bucky, he sure does fit wonderfully into both categories...

[pissbuddys]

Do you have any headcanons for B/ucky B/arnes? I’ve been having a LOT of self ship hurt/comfort omo thoughts about him lately…

hes not a character im super familiar with, but i can see him being bladdershy or just having a complicated relationship with peeing, since he was p much a living weapon he couldnt have really had chances to pee and mightve gotten punished for having to go or wetting himself

[softsnzstuff]

Hello!! My birthday is on Wednesday and I was wondering if I could humbly request a Bucky snz fic ?? 🥺💞💞

Hi friend!!

Happy Early Birthday!!!

((Im a little bit swamped the next couple of weeks since @dontfeeltoohot is visiting this week, then my niece comes into town next week for my birthday too and after that I’m moving ☠️))

BUT nonetheless I would be honored to provide a short little Bucky ficlet for your birthday! It’s not much but I hope you enjoy 😭 ~KB

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A little college AU Stucky drabble for you

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Bucky sighed and finally closed the book he was “reading”. He’s been staring absent mindedly at the pages for several minutes now, letters and words swimming together in his brain.

He couldn’t seem to shake the headache and brain fog that had settled late last night along with the kind of congestion that leaves your nose stuffy and runny at the same time.

Bucky sniffled, bringing the back of his wrist up to his nose as he scrunched it.

“H’etSCHIEW! … g’iSHuhew!”

“Bless you!”

The longer haired man turned to look up, Meeting eyes with his boyfriend.

“Hey Steve.”

The blonde sat down across from Bucky at the library table.

“You okay? You sound like you’re getting sick.”

“Feel pretty crummy, but… snFF midterms are coming up. Gotta study.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, knowing his boyfriend could be stubborn.

“Well, it doesn’t look like the studying is going that well.” Steve teases, eyeballing the closed book on the table. “How about we grab some takeout and watch tv? You can rest all you need.”

Bucky considered briefly, “Can we get Chinese?”

“Only if you let me get you some sizzling rice soup.” Steve smiled.

“Aright Rogers. ii’gSHUU! You’ve got yourself a deal.”

[barnaes-arch]

i am gonna have my ... james fucks off to the middle of nowhere and tries to live a mundane life but it goes wrong au but the fact that he canonically “died” in the comics and then was resurrected again but they told no one so the world thinks that b/ucky b/arnes is dead is a sexy concept and i am going to have it here. 

[sleptwithinthesun]

a lil birthday fic for @buckysnose !! (and by little i mean 1.5K words) hope you enjoy both the fic and your day. wishing the happiest of birthdays to you, friend, you deserve it :D

It's late afternoon when Bucky finally arrives back at Sam's house, weighed down not only by his backpack but a bag of small presents he got for Sarah's kids. He hasn't visited them in a couple of months, still focused on trying to make amends, real amends, with the people he'd hurt as the Winter Soldier. Bucky likes to think he's doing better. He's not well, not yet, but... better.

Sam's voice greets him from the porch with a soft, "Hey, man," and Bucky can hear the smile in it, causing his own lips to curl upwards. There's something comforting about Sam's presence, and he refuses to take it for granted. "How was the trip?"

"Fine," he replies, glancing around the yard. There are still pads on the trees and random bits of exercise equipment strewn about, blatant evidence that Sam hasn't slacked on any of his training. Bucky doubts he will; Sam's probably the most steadfast person he knows, period. There's not anyone more deserving of his title. "How've you all been?"

"Good! Good, we've been doing well. AJ and Cass are both looking forward to spring break, of course, and Sarah's been planning a trip for the three of them to take once that happens," Sam says as Bucky joins him on the porch. "I got a bird."

Bucky nearly chokes on his next breath. "I'm sorry, you got a what?"

"A bird. You know, little avian creature, has wings and feathers? Constantly accused of being government spies?" Sam mimes a flapping motion with his hands, face completely serious.

He gently shoves him, using his metal shoulder to bump Sam's. "I know what a bird is. I just didn't think you'd actually get one."

"Why not?" Sam asks, making for the door. "Come on, you should meet her. She's a budgie, only seven months old."

"What'd you name her?"

Asking that was a mistake, Bucky can sense it the second Sam's shoulder starts moving so that he can face him. "Redwing."

"Please tell me you're kidding."

"Yep! She's actually called Jet."

"I can't tell if that's better or worse," Bucky tells him honestly, setting both his backpack and other bag down on the couch. A portion of the living room is now occupied by a large bird cage, which is covered by a gray blanket. From underneath it, though, Bucky can easily identify the little chirps and clicks Jet is emitting.

Sam scoffs as he starts pulling the blanket off, slowly revealing the bird to Bucky. "It's neither, clearly. Redwing is an excellent name, and so is Jet."

"Yeah, if you want to name your bird after a character from that one show, uh... Avatar?"

He nearly flinches as Sam's gaze switches to him in half a second. "So you do pay attention to my recommendations!"

"I never said I didn't," Bucky points out, the rest of his argument melting on his tongue the second he sees Jet. "Oh..."

"She's pretty awesome, isn't she," Sam says, grinning as Bucky steps closer. Jet's a brilliant yellow around her head and throat, with those classic black-and-white feathers going down her back. Her stomach is a mottled green with a gradation from a lime color to emerald.

"She's beautiful," Bucky whispers in response, eyes drawn to the— what did Sam call her? A budgie? He can't stop staring at her as she bobs her head, clicking happily. "Although, I did grow up surrounded by pigeons and seagulls."

Sam rolls his eyes and grins at Bucky. "You can hold her, if you want."

"Maybe a little later?" Bucky asks. He doesn't want to admit it, but he's kind of scared of the idea. Jet's so small, and he's— he could—

He doesn't want to hurt her.

He's hurt enough people.

Sam places a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Sure, Buck. Whenever you're ready. Now, let's get you set up. I'm assuming you want the couch again?"

"As per usual," he manages.

"You'll be near Jet, too, if that'll help you get more familiar with her." Sam moves around the whole thing easily, setting Bucky up with the pullout couch he'd gotten after the fourth time Bucky'd crashed at his house after a mission, once it was clear that this was going to become a regular occurrence. "You don't need to worry, Bucky. You're safe here. Everyone trusts you."

(Has Sam ever considered that might be the problem?)

-

Light is just beginning to peek through the windows when Bucky wakes up, well-rested for once. He doesn't have nightmares here, not at Sam's, which is something he'll never stop appreciating. It's a gift, truly, the way that that just the knowledge of Sam's presence can bring him a type of peace he hadn't known since Wakanda.

Of course, though, he never gets a break.

The second after he becomes fully conscious, he's leaning forward and sneezing into his hands, two tingly, itchy things that come on so quickly he's barely even aware of them. "h'TSCHH! eh'SHHH!"

"Bless, man," Sam says, peeking into the room with a look of concern painted plainly over his features, no attempt to hide it. "Did you just wake up?"

"Yeah? Why?" Bucky asks, sniffling lightly as he looks up at the other man. His eyes are watery; he can feel it, but he didn't think he'd sneezed that hard...

Sam shrugs. "No reason," he says, but judging by the side-eye he gives Bucky as he starts back towards the kitchen, there's a seed of misplaced worry being planted in his brain that needs to be removed. Right now.

"I'm fine, Sam," Bucky reassures, standing up from the couch and looking pointedly at him. "It was two sneezes. No big deal."

"Uh, yeah. Sure," he scoffs, moving into the kitchen. "If you say so. Hey, do you mind feeding Jet? There's a plastic container of fruit in the fridge; it's all for her. Just take it out and open it up, then place it on the floor of her cage. She'll eat it."

Bucky blinks, trying to process the sudden change in topic. "Wait, what?"

"My bird. Feed her," Sam says, the grin obvious in his tone.

"Yeah, I got that. I'm just—" Bucky catches a glimpse of the smirk now present on Sam's face and settles for rolling his eyes rather than arguing with him. "Fine. I'll feed your bird."

"Thanks, man," Sam says, easily ignoring the way Bucky grumbles as he opens the fridge and starts hunting for the container. Thankfully, his search only lasts a few minutes, and it's not long before he's standing in front of the open bird cage, watching Jet eagerly pick at the fruits in the container. It's a good mix; strawberries, raspberries, and banana. Not that he knows anything about feeding birds.

His lips part slightly, the previous tickle flaring up again, and he manages to press the sneeze into his shoulder. "h'MPTCH!"

"Bless," Sam calls, and holy shit, Bucky can literally hear the eyebrow raise. Somehow, he manages to convey his facial expressions in every sentence he says, in that absurdly unique Sam Wilson way that would feel wrong if anybody else were to try it.

"It's gonna hhhappen again..." Bucky warns, pressing a knuckle under his nose to no avail. "huh'TSHUH! Oh, God... hh'SCHHH!"

And then there's a hand at his shoulder, Sam's, steadying him as his head swims with the force of the last two sneezes. "Bless, Bucky, are you sure you're okay? That's five in ten minutes. Bit unusual."

"Ugh... not sure," he murmurs, rubbing at his sinuses. "I'm still itchy, but I'm not sure whhy."

"Another?"

Bucky nods, taking in a shuddering, hitching breath, then buries his face in his elbow. "uh'TSHH! huh'SHUHH-USHH!"

"That's eight. Come here." Sam presses a hand to his forehead, one that he immediately bats away.

"Not sick. Just itchy," he grumbles, and next to him, Sam sighs.

"Alright, then, new idea," he says, walking over to Jet's cage and snagging a feather from the ground between the bars.

Bucky watches his moves apprehensively. "What are you doing?"

"Testing a theory." Before he can even begin to react, Sam's dragging the feather around the edges of his nostrils, ignoring the way they immediately start flaring and simply continuing to trace them as Bucky's breath continues to stutter in erratic increments.

"Sahhm... please, stohhh... stop it," Bucky breathes, fighting hard against the exacerbation of the itch. It's a losing battle though, and in the brief moment he takes to blink, the tickle wins.

"eh'TSHUU! UH'SHUH! USHH! H'ESHHH!" He manages to take a deep breath between sneezes, the reprieve long enough for Sam to shove a few tissues into his hands, before it all starts again. "H'SHH! SHHH'uh! ET'CHH! H'MPTCH! HH'SHUH! Oh, Godd..."

Sam's rubbing his back and cursing under his breath, everything else forgotten but his friend. "Bless you," he emphasizes, shoving another bundle of tissues into his hand. "Are you okay? I had no idea you were going to react like that, man, I'm sorry."

"Id's ogay," Bucky says, struggling around the congestion and blowing his nose in an attempt to clear it. "What the fugck was that?"

"I think... I think you might be allergic to Jet."

Bucky sniffles, glancing over at the bird in surprise. She looks back at him, beady eyes completely innocent. "Oh, shit."

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BUCKY BARNES IN "TRUTH" - THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER 1X06

[robertchase]

favourite mcu characters:

➳ bucky barnes ♡

                                         i’m with you ‘til the end of the line, pal.

[shxwmaster]

// before the melatonin reaps me, I wanna say really quick

y'all know that knife flips b/ucky b/arnes does?

pls imagine that but shaw

thanku

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