#bucky barnes flirting

[whirlybirbs]

cut to bucky barnes laying flat on the floor of his dark apartment, hands over his face, as chappell roan’s “casual” plays because you cannot convince me that this man has been casual about anything in his life.

[buckypascal]

Truly getting tired of either Steve's character getting reduced to nothing but 'peggypeggypeggypeggy' or Bucky and Steve plotlines recycled to fit some hetero narrative 🙃

[olsenmyolsen]

Chapter Four: The Farmer's Daughter

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

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Summary: Natasha quickly realizes how fucked she is with Wanda Maximoff on the farm.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: The Start of Big Time Flirty Wanda Maximoff

The woman spoke in a slight accent, making Natasha smile like an idiot.

"I uh-" The redhead cleared her throat. "I'm Natasha. Natasha Romanoff." She took steps forward with her extended.

Green eyes watched her carefully before quickly looking Natasha up and down.

Yes, she noticed the tags around Natasha's neck.

"I work here. On the farm." Natasha spoke with honesty as a soft hand met hers. The touch was gentle. "Oh!" Green eyes sounded surprised with a hint of excitement. "Well, in that case, I'm Wa-"

"Wanda!"

"Our girl!"

Everyone turned to the sound of Erik and Magda exiting the house and running down the porch steps. Excited to see their daughter, Wanda Maximoff.

Their daughter Wanda!

Natasha's eyes became wide. She pulled her hand away and watched as the mysterious person turned around and greeted Erik and Magda with a hug.

Shit! Natasha thought. She hated how her heart was beating right now.

What's worse was the smile Wanda shined when she briefly looked Natasha's way after exiting the hug with her parents.

It was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen be graced upon someone. Natasha especially liked the two front teeth. They were cute, and she could feel herself start to melt under Wanda.

This was trouble for Natasha. Wanda could sense this as she looked back at Natasha before glancing at her friends.

"Sam!" Erik turned away from his daughter and stuck his hand out to shake the driver of the Jeep. "Sir." The man inside the open Jeep stuck his hand out the nonexistent window and shook Erik's hand. Erik then looked from the man named Sam to the other occupants of the SUV. "Bucky, Carol, Darcy, Monica. Hello!" Erik smiled and waved.

They waved back.

"Hey, Mr. L. Who's that?" Asked a dark-haired younger woman with glasses. Darcy. She was pointing at Natasha.

All eyes were on her again.

"Oh!" Erik spoke up with a smile. Natasha moved a few steps closer and made sure to make eye contact with everyone. She raised her hand and waved. "Hi, I'm Natasha. Natasha Romanoff, and I'm Mr. Lehnsherr's new farmhand..." Her eyes slowly drifted past Erik and Magda and to the green eyes of Wanda. "I see myself being her for the foreseeable future." Natasha's eyes darted away.

Sam looked down at Natasha's chain.

"Did you serve?"

"Samuel!" Erik snapped his head towards the driver and shook it. Sam made a what?? face. Natasha cleared her throat and nodded. "No, it's alright," Natasha said to Erik as politely as possible. "But, yes, I did. Eight years."

Natasha missed the sound of Wanda's quiet gasp.

Sam swallowed his throat. "I have a buddy, Riley, who serves. It's honorable." Natasha smiled but shook her head. "Thanks." She wasn't ready to talk about the past she just left.

Wanda could see that, and her teasing smile and wandering eyes softened as she stared at the side profile of the sweaty redhead.

"Well, you're jacked!" A supportive voice came from the guy in the passenger seat. Wanda quickly looked in the direction of her friend Bucky. She watched his eyes scan Natasha like she was something he wanted.

Wanda unconsciously flared her nostrils and stepped forward, faking enthusiasm before Natasha could respond. The older woman watched Wanda. "Well, thank you, Sam, for driving!" Wandas walked up to the door and hung on it with a smile as she looked back at Carol, Darcy, and Monica. "Keep these boys in line, Danvers." The blonde laughed. "You got it."

Darcy looked from Wanda to Bucky.

She noticed and would always have Wanda's back. "It's rude to stare, Buck," Darcy said, making him pull his eyes away from Natasha. "I wasn't staring." He said before realizing how loud he was and turned away.

Missing the glare Wanda sent and the tilt of the head from Natasha.

Regardless, Sam laughed and got the jist. "Have a good one, Wanda." He said quietly with a wink. Monica slapped the back of his shoulder. "Just drive."

"See ya, Mr. L!" Darcy sang from the backseat for everyone in the car. Erik smiled and waved back as Sam started to turn the Jeep around. "Be safe!"

Everyone waved as they passed Natasha, who smiled and returned a courtesy wave. The redhead noticed a wink sent by the man named Bucky from the side mirror. She turned away and found the eyes of Wanda Maximoff looking up her body. Natasha swallowed and cleared her throat. "Well, I'll let you all catch up." Natasha smiled and turned to walk away when Wanda spoke up. "Wait!"

Natasha stopped and slowly turned back. "Come join us for lunch." Natasha looked past Wanda to Erik and Magda. They weren't planning on having lunch quite yet, but there was nothing wrong with having Natasha join and help out.

Especially if Wanda was going to join instead of spending her time ignoring her responsibilities by posting pictures and videos on the internet all day.

"Oh no, I have more work to get done and-" Erik stepped up and placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Romanoff, come on. Wanda won't bite." He joked, but that's just what Natasha was afraid of. Wanda sinking her teeth into her because Natasha knew the second that happened, it would be all over.

Natasha cursed internally and nodded. She placed her work gloves into her back pocket, and followed the family inside their home. And Natasha didn't mean for it to happen, but her eyes found themselves glued onto the back of Wanda's tan thighs.

Wanda could feel it and hide a smile as she turned her head to the side. She cleared her throat.

Natasha immediately looked up and turned red from being caught. Wanda looked up and down Natasha before raising her eyebrows and turning back. "Mama," Wanda spoke up as she kicked off her shoes by the front door. Natasha was afraid of what was going to come out of Wanda's mouth. "Yes?" Magda and Erik stopped to hear their daughter's next question.

Wanda briefly glimpsed at Natasha, who was gently stepping out of her boots.

"Oh shit." The redhead thought.

"Where is Natasha staying?" She asked, knowing she made Natasha sweat. "Tiny House," Erik said. "No need to worry about her." He smiled and kissed his daughter's head before turning to Natasha. "Once you wash up, join me in the kitchen, and we'll cut up some potatoes." Natasha nodded. "Yes, sir."

Magda patted her husband's shoulder as he walked past. "Like Papa said, no need to worry about Natasha here, little one." Magda then turned to Natasha as Wanda walked up a few steps. "She always worries about the farmhands." Natasha looked past Magda and found Wanda winking.

Oh, she definitely "worried."

Natasha smiled. "Well, nice to know there's another person that'll be here in case anything happens." Magda smiled at that. "Oh, is chicken, potatoes, and rice okay for lunch? My husband just assumed." Natasha thought back to all the pecking she endured. She nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good." Magda smiled and went to join her husband in the kitchen.

Natasha looked up to Wanda on the steps. Wanda was staring back with a teasing smile. "You were checking me out." The younger of the two said.

"You checked me out, too," Natasha replied. Wanda lightly laughed. "Yeah, but didn't you hear? I worry about the farmhands."

Natasha closed her mouth and rolled her tongue over her teeth, unknowingly making Wanda bite her bottom lip. "Well..." Natasha looked up to Wanda. "You don't need to worry about me. It won't do us any good."

Wanda didn't like that. She pulled her teeth back into her mouth and smiled with the look of someone who hated being told no.

She stepped down a few stairs and lowered her voice just above a whisper. "Being bad is more fun." Natasha swallowed as Wanda came closer and looked up at the body of the redhead slowly. "Natasha." Wanda husked out her name and made Natasha look her way as their green eyes reached each other. "You'll see." She said before turning around.

Natasha could breathe again.

"Oh, and in case you were wondering, my room is at the end of the hall on the left." Natasha gave nothing. So Wanda smiled. "You know the window you can see from the tiny house."

Natasha walked away with this new information and locked herself in the bathroom.

Her hands gripped the sides of the sink as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Get yourself together, Romanoff." She whispered shouted at herself. "Yes, she's fucking incredible, but she's your boss's daughter." Natasha sighed, and a flicker of Wanda smiling and her tan skin worked its way into Natasha's mind.

She looked up at herself in the mirror again.

"Get it together."

dividers by @/benkeibear

Tag list: @xenaizogie

[arathejedi394]

snippet from my new fic for @bookbat1937

If it was possible for a Dom to be a brat, Bucky was one. It started like this. Steve had been minding his own business doing a semester as a TA for an Intro to Drawing class in Brooklyn. Bucky was in his class. In the icebreakers, Steve just walked up to him and offered to shake his hand.

“Hi, I’m the TA,” he had said, “my name’s Steve Rogers.”

Bucky smiled at him, having taken his hand, and then instead of shaking it, he kissed it.

“Hey,” he replied casually, “my name’s Bucky, but you can call me whatever you like. I do prefer Daddy, though.”

Now, Steve should have smacked him on the hand. But he had just had a heat, and sometimes when an Alpha pulls that shit it just works.Also, Bucky had just so happened to guess Steve’s biggest kink. In two seconds. Steve had blushed and opened his mouth, then gotten ahold of himself and went on to the next person. 

The flirting did not end there.

The next semester, Steve had started as TA for Intro to Drawing and Intro to Printmaking, and by G-d, he was there again. He grinned all bright and Steve spent the whole class catching him staring. He did get a little flustered. Told himself to ignore it. Did not expect the bouquet of sunflowers and irises Bucky showed up with immediately after that class, like not just the same day, Steve had walked out to his locker after cleaning up the studio as he had a class in fifteen minutes and up behind him came Bucky. Sunflowers, purple irises, and juniper.

“I heard that fella Van Goch thought these were pretty,” he had said. “And the juniper is a fire plant. Yannow, like passion.”

“It’s Van Gogh,” Steve corrected him.

But dammit, he took the flowers.

[milli-moi]

My favourite game as a comic book reader of pretty much only Black Widow content:

‘Is that just Natasha flirting or is that Bucky-cap?’

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Sambucky as Text Posts 4/?

[lovelybarnes]

Found Waldo- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: does this suck?? help i fell asleep and i'm trying to post it again about: request!! bucky lookinf dor you in the crowd after a big win flirting and football

Bucky’s in the antenatal period of exhaustion, where adrenaline still thrums hard enough beneath his skin to forgo approaching aches and embrace the fresh scent of torn grass. Everything is glossy and idealized after a win; the air crisper, audience roar quieter but just as powerful.

He pants meters away from the goal, still reeling from the hum of the buzzer, the toe of his cleat still prickly warm from the ball. As has become routine, his focus moves from the game to the stands, eyebrows pulling as he searches a particular square of the stadium for his jacket wrapped around your shoulders.

It was a big game. It’s an even bigger win. He can already foresee how excited you’ll be.

His scouring is interrupted by his teammates’ noisy celebration, still far away but not for long. They’re louder than the audience but he can’t help but keep glancing back at the aisles, taken aback when he sees an empty space next to Wanda.

She catches his attention and points an emphatic arm down below to the lowest part of the stands, where you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet in the delighted dance you tend to do each time he scores. His chest hurts at the smile he can see from where he stands, the bright paint smeared across your cheeks wrinkling with them.

He raises a thumb to his nose, pushing into one side as nonchalantly as habit has allowed.

He’s far away and tiny but you catch the movement, eagerly mirroring his actions all the way from your place behind the railings, your movements far more frenetic than his. Your finger lingers, climbing down to your chest, pressing stoutly as a complement to the gesture. The distance does nothing to blur his beam, a leg shifting in your direction.

He doesn’t notice his teammates sprinting toward him in all directions like an overjoyed ambush. You can spot Steve tugging him by the shoulders and Pietro bouncing to his other side. Bucky blinks in shock but recovers quickly, accepting praise and joining celebration.

He’s as ecstatic as they are but his face never strays from your direction for too long, nodding along to something Sam says before glancing back at you.

When someone else turns to him, Bucky stops him as courteously as he can, squeezing his shoulder. “Can you give me a second?” he asks, already backing away. “Just a sec,” he promises.

You see him hold up a finger, his attention finally fully on Clint before he spins around and takes off toward you. You wonder if he’s insane as you realize what he’s doing, leaning over the metal bars to check how high up you are.

He has to look up to see you when he gets close enough, and he watches you drop to the floor and begin to force one of your arms out between the railings to touch him. “Bucky,” he hears you say. "Babe, that was—”

He doesn’t let you finish, taking ahold of a rail and pulling himself up. You pull your arm back in surprise, staring at him in bewilderment. “What are you doing?”

He winks at you from below, climbing until his hands can reach your face when you stand. His eyebrow quirks up, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “So, how’d I do?” he asks, cheeky.

You stare at him for a second, gaze thoughtful and brows creased. You don't try to mask it when you decide on your reaction, lips contorting into as restrained a smile as you could want to manage. "You were spectacular. I have never been more alert at a football game."

"I know," he says surrepticiously. "You called me babe," he whispers, eyes widening in theatric shock. "I've never heard you say it without disgust before, you must be really proud."

You roll your eyes through incredulous laughter, shaky fingers pulling stray hair away from his eyes. "I am," you profess gently, letting them trail all the way down to his ears, pulling him closer as gently as you can. "I can't believe you found me. I guess all those Find Waldo books your mom said you were obsessed with paid off, huh?" you tease, cocking your chin to flash the lined paint. "That's actually why I did stripes."

"Prettiest Waldo I've ever found," he tells you.

You wrinkle your nose and boo. "I would never forgive you for that if I wasn't so excited right now."

He laughs, dipping down to kiss you. "That wasn't too bad. I could do worse."

“Yeah, I know,” you tell him, chiding and sweet all at the same time when you press another to his lips.

He doesn’t let you pull away too fast. “One more,” he pleads, fingers aching to touch your skin but reluctant to stain it. He’s close enough to catch every little movement of your face, utterly grateful that he knows you well enough to recognize the way your face creases is to hide your lashes pinching in surrender. “Please?”

You cock your head at him in disbelief. “I’m not falling for it,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says.

“I’m not,” you insist, brushing your nose against his when you kiss him again.

You're not, you think. Weakly.

[pandagirl45]

Bucky: *barks seeing Tony in a fitted suit*

Sam: do you have no shame?

Bucky: *deadpan* awooga

Tony: *heard it all bright red* shit, I make you go all wolf for me?

Bucky: I can get a cartoonishly large hammer to show more

Sam: I am leaving you both to your weird ass flirting *leaves*

[itsagentromanoff]

[Tony pulls Rhodey aside, complaining that Barnes is staring at him]

Tony: He's still staring at me!

Rhodey: That’s not staring, that’s flirting!

Tony: You say tomato…

Rhodey: No! I say relaxo!

[sarahowritesostucky]

Kinktober, day 25:

Blackmail | Teacher x Student | Crying

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: flirting, innuendo, age gap, silverfox!Steve

Word Count: 640

Summary: "You know, you're pretty spry. For an older fellow."

A.N.: This was inspired by this fanart, by @pineapplebread

"... You know, you're pretty spry. For an older fellow."

At the sound of Barnes' voice, Steve's mouth quirks up from where he's got his back turned and has just started unwrapping his left hand. He pauses and asks, "You want to go a few rounds?"

There's a pause of consideration, and then, "No."

Steve scoffs, keeps unwrapping. "You scared?"

"Of losing? No," Barnes says. "But I'm just not sure."

Steve arches an eyebrow. "Not sure of what?"

"Of how sore a loser I might wind up bein', to you."

Steve smiles in confusion and turns around, wrapping up the binding. There stands Barnes, looking like the personification of a smarmy, cocksure grin as always. The little asshole's got the nerve to wear a Red Star Dojo tank in here, though it looks damn good on him, as do the grey sweatpants that hug right below his hipbones and show off his thighs and ass just so. Steve gives him an unimpressed look. "I've seen you take your punches, kid. You ain't a sore loser."

Bucky's eyes gleam as he bites his lip and lets it drag back out between his teeth. "I'm twenty-nine, you know."

"Twenty-nine's a kid to me."

"I'm sure it is, Grandpa."

Steve grins, invigorated by the sheer audacity of the kid, as always. But then he tells him honestly, "You're not a sore loser, Buck. You don't go down often, and when you do you're always graceful."

Bucky's grin widens as he folds his arms and leans back against one of the dojo's wooden pillars. "Oh yeah," he purrs. "I always take it real graceful, when I wind up underneath a guy." Both of Steve's eyebrows rise at the kid's innuendo, his level of daring. Bucky shoots him a wink. "That's not what I meant by being a 'sore' loser."

Steve scoffs quietly and looks down. "Oh I see."

"Do you?"

He shakes his head in amusement. This kid. "You're kind of hard to miss."

"I like to think so."

"You know: subtlety's an artform."

"Is it though?"

"Mm. Vastly undervalued in Western cultures."

Bucky's grin turns boyish. "Well that's what I'm here for. To get cultured."

"Is it?" Steve smirks. "I thought you were here to perfect the art of insubordinance."

"That's not a word."

"Beat the crap outa my students."

"I am your student."

"You're my headache," Steve drawls, walking over to where Bucky's leaning against the beam. He gets close, but Bucky doesn't move. He gets very, very close—pointedly close—fully aware of how the kid perks up in anticipation. "Take that shirt off," Steve murmurs. "Now." Bucky's eyes go bright and he bites his lip, looking delighted. Steve's mouth twitches. "Now."

Bucky's quick to obey, pulling the tank top overhead and dropping it to the floor. "Now what?" he breathes eagerly.

Steve leans in, close, lingering centimeters from Barnes' lips for a long, fraught moment. "Now ... Go grab a tank from the merch counter," he whispers. "And don't let me fuckin' see you in here in anything but the Howlies logo, from now on."

Bucky appears to have stopped breathing. His eyes go big and confused, and Steve is so supremely satisfied, he has to fight to keep a straight face. "Go on," he says, straightening up and taking a step back. He ticks his head towards the counter and then turns away all casual-like, smirking where Bucky can't see as he begins to unwrap his other hand.

Behind, Bucky makes a disbelieving sound—like a scoff, but without any breath left in his lungs to put behind it. His bare feet are silent on the tatami, but Steve's ears pick up an quietly huffed, "unbelievable," and when he looks over his shoulder a few seconds later, Barnes is gone.

He sighs and heads for the locker room, shaking his head fondly and murmuring, "Brat."

Please go check out @pineapplebread's page and artwork! That's the whole point of fanart appreciation drabbles💖

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[vibraniumarm06-bucket]

Open Your Heart

Summary: Moments where Bucky tries to flirt with you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: "***" means time skip. My requests are open :))

J.B.B. Masterlist || Main Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes was a man of few words. He never expressed what he was feeling and kept it bottled up. After what happened in Germany, Tony and Steve managed to reconcile, talk things out, and get Bucky the help he needed in Wakanda. Tony worked on getting pardons for everyone that required them. After working on fixing the new dynamic that left a hole in the team, Fury recruited you into the team to help solidify the team and get them back to a place of trust. 

After Bucky had the trigger words removed and was okay to come live in the compound, he avoided you. At first, it was because you were an absolute ray of sunshine and never backed down from anything and he didn’t want to corrupt you with his darkness. Instead, he just stared at you from a distance and took you all in. But, that never stopped you from trying to be his friend. He grew closer to you and like the rest of the team confided in you about anything and everything. 

His therapist had said that this was good, that he was opening up to someone other than Steve. He had then mentioned that maybe Bucky had feelings for you and that in order to start showing emotion to flirt with you. Bucky had scoffed at the idea of being given homework, but it did not stop the blush that formed on his cheeks when he saw you. 

You were bounding down the hallway towards him. You ran straight into him laughing loudly and hid behind him as a shield. “Protect me Bucky!!!” You squealed softly as you gripped the back of his shirt. He felt a shiver run down his spine and felt the back of his neck heat up slightly. 

Sam followed her covered in slime and feathers and it took everything in him not to laugh at Sam’s angry face. “Where is she?” he spits out and Bucky shrugs his shoulders “ Don’t know bird brain” he manages to get out with the beginnings of a smile starting to form on his face.

“You know Y/N, you can’t have Bucky protect you forever” Sam spits out before turning on his heel and heading towards his room. You just laugh as Bucky turns around to face you.

“My knight in shining armour!” You say as you hug him “ Thank youuuu!!!” you sing out as you grip him tighter. Bucky slowly wraps his arms around you and holds you close. “I’m always here for you, Doll,” he says as you both pull away. Deciding to act on what his therapist told him he tries to wink after speaking but closes both eyes at the same time leaving you confused a little. 

“Why are you blinking with both your eyes like that Buck?” He blushes and whispers “It was supposed to be a wink” But at that time Steve rounded the corner yelling out your name angrily also covered in slime and feathers. “Two for two!” You yell out laughing as you see Steve not having heard Bucky before running away before Steve can reach you.

***

In the meeting brief for the upcoming mission, you feel someone staring at you. You look up straight across from you and catch Bucky’s gaze. The intense stare of those blue eyes seems to hypnotise and freeze you to the spot. You could see thoughts pooling around in them which sends a little shiver down your spine. You cough slightly to gain your thoughts again before mouthing to him “Stop staring at me to distract me!”. Feeling flustered you look away as he begins to mouth back to you��“I’m not staring to distract you”.

***

Tony had decided to throw together a last-minute costume party to which everyone had whined and groaned except you. “Oh come on guys, it’ll be super fun!” you had remarked and decided to help those who needed it to come up with costume ideas. 

When Bucky approached you for help with his costume an hour before the party was about to begin, you were already dressed as Pikachu. You had taken the time to raid your closet and put it together within two days. As you put on your headband that represented the ears you heard Bucky’s voice ring out “ I like your costume, you look very cute” , his smile was soft and there was a tint to his cheeks as he rubbed his neck. 

“Are you making fun of me?” You asked with a small pout which Bucky couldn’t deny made you look even cuter. “N-no, I mean it, you look very nice. I uh- I don’t have a costume and I need help heh ” he mutters softly as he gives you puppy eyes begging you for help. You couldn’t help the smile that breaks out across your face “I thought you would come sooner or later, which is why I put this together” you say as you head to your wardrobe and pull out a hanger that resembles a costume for Ash. You blush as you hand it to him knowing that he has no clue that it goes with yours. 

Later on in the night, Sam mentioned to Bucky how cute you both were for wearing a couple's costume yet he hadn’t taken any official steps to ask you out on a date. Or in Sam’s words “You’re not out there to catch ‘em all Bucky! You already caught the best one, make your move old man” .  It made Bucky’s heart skip a beat knowing that you care for him and might somehow feel for him as he does for you.

***

Winter had approached leaving the days more dull and dreary. You were on a walk with Bucky, Steve and Sam. The latter two were walking ahead of you and Bucky as you were beginning to feel the cold. “It’s a bit cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze” Bucky leaned down to whisper into your ear and you jumped slightly from his warm breath and close contact. You blush slightly looking at the ground, kicking a small stone in front of you instead of meeting his intense stare. “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want?” You reply a little embarrassed even though you want to intertwine your fingers with his. 

You want more than just holding hands with this fine man beside you. You want to live life with him as your partner, waking up next to him, seeing all his imperfections and falling in love with him more for them. You want it all, but you were too scared to admit that to him. You were afraid he just sees you as his best friend because he wasn’t really that close to the rest of the team, Steve being the exception. 

Bucky stops the both of you before pulling you down an empty alleyway, pressing you against the brick wall. “Doll, I barely feel the cold since the serum. It takes a lot more than this to take me down” . You squeak in shock and gulp slowly as his face is so close to yours. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for a while baby,” he says tucking the few strands of hair that had fallen behind your ear. He sighs softly, eyes glancing to your lips before back to yours. “Y-you have?” You stutter wide-eyed, totally and utterly in shock that this beautiful man standing in front of you felt the same way you felt for him.  “Of course, I lo- have deep feelings for you, beautiful girl” . You wrap one of your arms around his neck and use the other to cup his cheek. You feel tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Oh Buck, I love you too” you whisper before leaning in and kissing his lips. 

“Well, it’s about time” You hear Steve’s voice in the background as Bucky kisses you back passionately, holding onto you as if you would disappear any second. 

“Thank goodness, he’ll take up her time and she won’t prank us anymore” Sam mutters to Steve feeling a little relieved but happy for both of his friends. Steve nods his head and looks up to the sky saying his thanks which they both chuckle about. 

You and Bucky pull away from each other and rest your foreheads together trying to catch your breaths. “Mine”,   “Always Buck, I’m all yours” You agree. “I’m yours too, all of me is yours, you have my heart Doll” Bucky whispers against your lips saying a mental prayer to his therapist for pushing him to start embracing his feelings.

[bluesunshine21]

Y/n: This food is too hot… I can’t eat it.

Bucky: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Sam: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING!

Steve: one dinner… I just want ONE DINNER!

[logansgaar]

I don't give a fuck if people think Bucky calling his fic love interest "doll" and "doll face" is overused and "just parroting other fics", it's fucking adorable and fits him so damn well you can pry it out of my cold dead hands.

If Steve can call a woman "dame" in all seriousness, then Bucky drop the odd "doll". The only reason we don't know if he'd use it yet is because he's not actually had a love interest so far so we don't know for sure what he'd call them.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Cute Aggression

This fic is based on @sumbacky's post "when bf gives you cute aggression". Make sure to check out Lynette's post! Lynette's work is just always amazing and a joy to see 🥰 And enjoy the fic! 🥰

Cute Aggression

| Pairing: SamBucky | Rated: G | WC: 1.1K |

Summary: Inspired by "when bf gives you cute aggression" by sumbacky on tumblr: Bucky is drunk. Sam is too cute. He has to squish Sam's face.

Excerpt:

“Sam! You came.” How had Bucky gotten that lucky? To be able to watch this fella walk up those porch steps, smooth and charming as always. “I live here,” Sam laughed. Bucky could never take his eyes off Sam, even if he tried. Not when Sam laughed like that. It was impossible. A feat Bucky didn’t have the strength to do. Bucky wasn’t sure if he would want that strength, even if it was gifted to him. “Live here forever,” Bucky said dreamily as he watched Sam walk closer to him. Heard every creak of the floorboard. Felt Sam closer. “You’re drunk,” Sam said plainly, clearly entertained.

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[ghostlyfleur]

listen

i want writers to make mr grumpy james bucky barnes even more grumpy. unhinged even.

still a good, caring guy like we know he is, but also definitely embracing all of his abilities in a sort of “hydra gave me the serum and this combate knowledge and these abilities to make me a monster now watch me use it on them” way.

like sorta “i know a crazy when i see one ‘cause i am crazy” insane. maniacal laugh. sarcastic little shit. insufferable. mad hatter type yk? MAD HATTER TYPE OF CRAZY. MAD. do you see the vision? and i want him dressed like this:

[seb played the mad hatter once. he can do it]

[alternativegirl23]

A Cap-tivating Christmas Eve

I just wanted to write a cozy, fluffy thing for Christmas Eve. Flirting between friends, but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1,145

The snow was falling softly on the ground outside of your apartment window. The past few years the weather had never been much to be excited about, and this year was more of the same. Snow that barely stuck to the grass and melted as quickly as it came. Your phone buzzed with a text from Steve Rogers, and another message from Bucky Barnes, both good friends of yours. You were so grateful to have both of them in your life. 

     Both men are always putting smiles on your face or making you laugh with a lame joke after a hard day. None of you had any plans for Christmas Eve, so Steve insisted you all get together and have a cozy night in. We’ll be over in about half an hour, Steve’s text read. You put the finishing touches on your simple but festive makeup, checking one last time in the mirror. Fixing your sweater and hair and enjoying how you looked. 

     Walking quickly to your kitchen, checking your smartwatch to keep an eye for when all the food you made would be done. Everything was turning out how it should be, and you smiled to yourself with pride. You never put on this much of a spread. Ham and all the sides of a Christmas dinner carefully laid out on your circular dining table. Christmas songs by Laufey drifting out your phone speaker, setting the mood perfectly for your old fashioned guests.  

    A short while later, you heard knocks at your front door in quick succession. Smiling and racing to the door with glee, you opened the door to find Steve and Bucky beaming at you, gifts in hand.

“Looking beautiful, as always”, Steve said with a warm smile. You blushed, looking down at the floor. “Very pretty:, Bucky conceded, making you blush even more. It felt really nice knowing there were no ulterior motive for their compliments.  

     Beckoning them in, they took off their coats and shoes before setting the gifts for you under your small tree. The gifts for them already wrapped. You all sat down at the table and dug into the food, Steve and Bucky giving you compliments on how good everything tasted. After talking for a little while, you and Steve headed towards the living room. Bucky insisting he stay behind to clean up dishes and to make hot chocolate for everyone. Steve and you sat down on the couch, the fake fireplace putting out a nice warmth while Steve flicked through the streaming services you had. 

     You looked at Steve a little guilty, knowing the outcome of your small confession. “So um…I’ve never seen White Christmas…”, you trailed off. It had been on your watchlist for at least a year, but you never got around to it. Steve turned his head to look at you incredulously. “You’ve never seen it? Come on, really?” You shook your head in response. Steve sighed, almost like he was a disappointed father. He called out to Bucky still in the kitchen. 

     “Hey Buck, she’s never seen it”, his voice louder than his usual soft rumble. You found it amusing that he didn't even have to refer to the movie for Bucky to know what he meant. The plate clattered dramatically in the sink. Thank god it was a cheap set. “What,” Bucky yelled dramatically. Like he couldn’t believe you lived all thirty-one years of life without seeing it. 

     He appeared in the living room moments later, arms crossed over his broad chest. You couldn’t help but stare a few seconds longer than normal. Steve cleared his throat next to you, raising  an eyebrow at you expectantly. “You know, if you find us handsome, just say so,” he playfully teased. You smacked him a little more forcefully, trying to hide the way it made you blush. 

     “Look, I can admire a hunk of a man, or men,  and still keep it platonic”, you stated. Steve nodded, “Sure, sweetheart”, he said with a small laugh. You took the remote from him and pressed play on White Christmas. His hand patting your knee softly as the opening credits started to play. Bucky left the room then, bringing back mugs of hot chocolate, the aroma making you smile with nostalgia. 

     Drinking in this feeling that you wished you could bottle up. Warm and lighthearted with your close friends, sharing a wholesome evening by a fire. At some point in the movie, Bucky and Steve stood up and started marching in place next to the TV  to the song “The Old Man”. You started laughing and giggling, the men seeming to fall seamlessly back into their time. GIving you salutes and winks as they kept marching and started to sing along. 

     You couldn’t help but start clapping along with the melody, cheering them on while making you smile and blush. They gave each other pats on the shoulder and laughed as they came back to the couch. Finishing the movie, you liked it a lot better than you expected. Some of the songs still stuck in your mind. Bucky and Steve went to your tree, giving you your gift while you directed them to theirs.

      On the count of three, all  of you opened your gifts at the same time. The boys smiled wide and thanked you for the gifts you gave them, while you couldn’t help but smile at yours. “We hope you like it”, Bucky said with a small grin. You clutched it tight to your chest. “I love it”, your eyes getting a little misty at how lucky you were to have friends like them. 

     They gave you big, warm hugs and you gave an even bigger one. “Tonight was so nice, you guys. You’re the best friends a girl could hope for”, you said with a little lump in your throat. “We’re glad, sweetheart”, Steve said softly. “We’ll always be here for you”, Bucky said just as softly. Tucking a bit of hair behind your ear.  

     You worked up the courage to ask if they wanted to stay over since it was so late out. They both smiled. “We’d love to”, Steve said with a little pink to his cheeks. Bucky tried to hide a grin as he started to help you set up the spare camping cots you had for an occasion like this. Once they were settled, you did your nighttime routine and put on pajamas before calling out to them. “Goodnight Bucky. Goodnight Steve”, you said with a shy smile. “Goodnight gorgeous”, Bucky said with a wink. Steve gave a smile and wink in return, thanking you for letting them stay the night. They settled into their makeshift beds as you turned off the light to the living room. You turned off the light to your bedroom and closed the door. A nice ending to an even nicer day.