#bucky hates peppa

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𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝, 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐢𝐠

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Mom!Reader

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Bucky’s little angel is obsessed with Peppa. Bucky hates it.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.2K

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: This is entirely based off me and my cousin who’s 3 years old obsessed with Peppa and I just thought about Bucky having a little girl who’s obsessed with it. I personally love this and have never written for Bucky, but i hope you all love it too 🫶

The show starts with the same annoying, cheery tune that Bucky is subjected to every day at 7 o’ clock on the dot .

“I’m Peppa Pig!” That stupid snorting sound. “This is my little brother, George!” Again. That stupid snorting sound. “This is Mummy Pig!” He really fucking hated that snorting sound. “And this is Daddy Pig!” He hated that one even more. He also hated how Becca would mimic it and just walk around and at random times of the day, start snorting like an animal. You were amused. Bucky? not so much.

Becca was currently sat on her Daddy’s lap on the couch. It was wind-down for her. She was in her little Peppa Pig pyjamas, fed, happy but most importantly to her: deprived of that stupid English pig. No words could describe Becky’s hatred of that pig. He hated her. However, it was the only thing that would keep Becca still and not bored for half an hour before bed.

Becca was transfixed on the screen. Her eyes were literally glued to it. If Peppa Pig was on, or just ‘Pig’ as she called it, nobody could get through to her. You’d have to turn it off to get a word through her head, though it usually warranted a tantrum if the show was paused for even a moment.

Bucky really hated that stupid pig. It had a stupid name. It was a stupid animal. It was a stupid show. And his angel was obsessed with it. It was getting to the point Beccas accent was turning slightly English because she liked sounding like Peppa. Peppa was rude and annoying and Bucky didn’t think she taught him anything good.

“Doll, it calls it’s Dad fat. How is that even allowed now?!” was usually a sentence he’d find himself saying to you when he was trying to cut off Becca from her Peppa. “I thought this generation was sensitive about this stuff now. In my day? Sure, there was worse. But how do they get away with it now?!” You’d always just shake your head and continue letting your daughter watch Peppa. “We didn’t have any cartoon pig crap back then…” He grumbles under his breath. “We actually read books..”

Bucky felt like he was genuinely losing his mind. He felt like that pig haunted him. He genuinely nearly passed out when Becca came up to him, poked his stomach and giggled ‘Fat.’ He didn’t even know what to say. Obviously, being the adult, he had to have the conversation about how it wasn’t okay and all that, but he was just so stunned by that. The little bitch. Daddy was not fat.

Becca was still sat on his lap, transfixed on Peppa. Bucky huffs, practically glaring at the TV and shaking his head every 2 seconds. You walk in with two little Peppa biscuits on a Peppa plate and hand it to Becca before sitting down next to Bucky. She begins munching on the little biscuits, her eyes still fixed on the television. Peppa practically ran his house now. The cupboards were littered with her face, filled with all sorts of Peppa branded sweets and snacks for your little girl.

You glance over at him, smirking at the obvious disdain for the farm animal on his television. Throughout the episodes, you can practically see him seething silently as he holds Becca on his lap. Eventually after around 6 episodes of Peppa, it’s Beccas bedtime. You reach for the remote, clicking the ‘home’ button and therefore cutting off your daughter from Peppa Pig.

Before the tears even start, Bucky stands right up from the couch and goes up the stairs, heading for your daughters bedroom. She goes to protest but Bucky hushes her. He opens her bedroom door, practically shaking with irritation as he remembers your daughters bedroom decor.

Peppa blankets. Peppa pillows. Peppa toys. Peppa wallpaper. Peppa everything. He feels like everywhere he looks is Peppa. He pulls back her blankets, placing her down softly and running the tip of his metal finger down the bridge of her nose as he hushes her. Surprisingly, she actually stays quiet and doesn’t fuss, nuzzling into her comfy bed and smushing her chubby cheek against the pillow. You lean against the doorway with a soft smile.

“Daddy..?” She mumbled softly in that sweet little voice of hers that Bucky could spend all day listening to. “Yes, Babydoll?” He says softly. “Story…” She mumbles back, Bucky smiles softly. This was more like it. This was what he did back in his day before all of this TV and Ipad nonsense. “What story do you want, babydoll?” She hums sleepily and murmurs, “I wan’ the story ‘bout Peppa….” You stifle a laugh in the doorway. Bucky’s jaw clenches, sighing. He picks up her Peppa book and reads it to her until she’s fast asleep.

He puts the book back onto her bookshelf and pushes her hair back from her face as she dozes. How he loved his babydoll. He stands up to tuck her in, you coming up behind him and resting your forehead against his back.

“Doll?”

“Mhm..?” “

“We’re redecorating.”

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Then, of course, of. fucking. course, her 5th birthday was Peppa themed. The little cartoon pig honestly gave Bucky more nightmares than his Winter Soldier days. Her face was absolutely everywhere.

She was on the plates, the napkins, the cups, the balloons, the tablecloths. Bucky looked almost out of place, a face like a slapped-arse while all Beccas friends ran around giggling and bouncing on the bouncy castle - which also had that stupid things face on it.

Sam stood next to him, snickering at his disdain for a children’s TV show and it’s protagonist. It comes time for presents and Becca picks one up. It’s got somewhat wonky wrapping and a big pink bow on it, labelled with her name on it as well as ‘Uncle Sam’ beneath her name with a small heart. She tears off the wrapping paper.

Bucky was literally going insane. It was a little play set with all these little Peppa Pig toys, almost taunting Bucky. He can’t help but glare at Sam, almost crushing his stupid little Peppa Pig cup in his metal hand. Well, the cup was kind of Peppa. He’d grabbed a marker and scribbled all over her face on the cup when he’d filled it earlier on in the party. Admittedly, he received a few strange looks from others parents when he did that. It was almost comical, the way he hated this pig.

As soon as Becca, her friends and the rest of the adults are watching them play another children’s game, Bucky walks up to the gift table stealthily. He grabs the little box containing all the figures, the plastic on the front of the box almost crushing in his fingers from the pure resentment he feels towards that pig. He goes outside, claiming he was just grabbing something for the party from the car. He shoved that box so far into the dumpster behind the venue that someone would think he was hiding a body.

Sam follows him, snickering. He didn’t care if Sam saw him. Hell, he wanted Sam to see him shoving the stupid gift he bought for his daughter into the trash.

“You owe me 20 bucks, man.”

“Fuck off, big bird. You’re encouraging this.”

He just wasn’t so aware that you were standing behind him and Sam with a questioning and somewhat concerned expression.

“Bucky…?”

“I fucking hate that pig.”

[falcqns]

okay i know no one really asked for this but its a follow up to my post about Winter getting his own body, and how he is now that he is truly his own person!!

so he now has a body that he can actually use, but he is still super clumsy! i think this has to do with the fact that he was never taught how to walk, but i've seen Bucky straight up trip over air and face plant onto the ground, so he might get it from him.

im going to keep the format relatively the same as this post, so people can see what has changed, and what has stayed the same.

the bolded things are what has changed!

what he calls people:

me: Mama

Bucky: Dada

Steve: Papa

Tony: Uncle Tony (Tony isa pronounced like 'Ony, he can't say the T at the beginning of Tony's name for some reason.)

Natasha: Auntie Tasha (Auntie is pronounced Annie, again he cant say the t in auntie, but can say Tasha, makes no sense lol)

Wanda: Wana

Clint: Uncle Tint

Maria: Ria

Bruce: Uncle Bucey

Fury: Fuwy

Pepper: Annie Peppa (sometimes he calls her Peppa Pig)

favourite foods:

- popsicles (if given by Tony, he won’t take them from anyone else. Bucky hates him being given those)

- oatmeal

- toast

- spaghetti

- pancakes

- cheerios (plain cherrios, but plain cherrios are delicious so im not shaming him)

- poptarts (he screamed at Thor because he took a bite of his poptarts 😳)

- pizza with no sauce (honestly same)

- hotdogs (only boiled, and they have to be boiled by Papa [Steve] or he won't eat it)

- carrots and nutella (ok i have NO idea why he likes this so much, but it makes Bucky gag so hard when he has it. i've tried it and its okay, but not the best lmao)

favourite words:

- papa no

- dada no

- mama yes (hehe)

- i say no

- no ni ni

- nuggles/nuggies (snuggles)

- poop ( and i mean anything to do with poop. i asked him what he wanted for lunch and he told me poop on a stick)

-s'ime (slime)

favourite toys:

- teddy bear

- slime

- yogibo (Bucky likes this too)

- lava lamp (Bucky loves this)

- puzzles

- kinetic sand

- play dough

- perplexus (Both Bucky and Steve play with this lol)

- orbeez (these make Steve and Tony gag)

- fibre optic glacier light

- uncooked beans in a container

- chew toys (i find Bucky chewing on these too)

- squishmallows

- cold water

- his iPad

favourite thing to do with each person:

me: cuddles and reading/watching tv, sensory play, learning

Steve: playing outside

Bucky: playing, colouring, reading, sensory play, swimming, soccer practise (Bucky's his coach), playing outside.

Tony: sitting w him in the lab and playing with Dum E

Natasha: speech practise

Wanda: playing with her magic (likes to be flown around)

Clint: learning sign language (he’s teaching Bucky too)

Bruce: learning about medical things

Pepper: playing puppets, playing with Morgan

Peter: talking about movies he's seen, playing with stuffies, really loves it when Peter sticks him to the wall with his webs.

sensory things he loves:

- when his hair is half wet and half dry

- his hair being played with

- putting his hands in water (the sink, the pool, one time i found him with his hands in a freshly cleaned toilet)

- soft clothing

- squishy things

- nature textures (grass, bark, leaves)

- white noise

- Steve’s silk bedsheets that Tony made him buy (he nuzzles his face into it and falls asleep)

- slime and orbeez mixed together

- slime with foam beads

- knitted blankets

sensory things he HATES:

- leather

- jeans

- cold weather

- cold water (drinking water must be lukewarm or room temperature)

- meat (other than chicken)

- protein smoothies (all HYDRA fed him and Bucky)

- loud noises (he shrieks when Thor comes to earth)

if you have any questions about Winter, send me an ask and i’ll answer it!!

[helaintoloki]

Safe

(Queen of Disaster series)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x qod!reader

warnings: allusions to anxiety, language, Bucky does not appreciate you sitting on him while he does push ups, fluffy ending

notes: a continuation of the qod series

summary: in the midst of your panic you find that there’s more to Bucky than you realize

Nerves prickle at every inch of your skin like an uncomfortable itch you can never seem to reach, stomach twisted in complicated knots worse than any tangled up wires Peter had found in his days of dumpster diving. You are a wreck, on edge and ready to vomit at any second.

After the whole file fiasco, Shield had decided it was time for your inauguration as an Avenger. In other words, you would be introduced to the public as a new and official member of the team. You were over the moon to finally be recognized as a true hero and exhilarated by the prospect of being able to wear the title of Avenger wherever you went.

“Don’t forget about your speech kid,” Tony reminds you, giving a gentle squeeze to your shoulders as he passes by. “I expect great things from you, y/n/n.”

That was the part that made you nervous. If you had known being an Avenger also meant having to give public speeches then you would have just stuck to teaching boxing classes back in Staten Island. Tony assumed it would be a piece of cake for you considering you had no problem talking for hours on end to whoever would listen at the compound (e.g. the time you sat a genuinely interested Thor down for a whole hour and explained the complexity of the Peppa Pig series). But what he didn’t realize was that talking around the tower came so easily to you only because you felt safe. These people were your family, of course you were comfortable talking to them. But to talk in front of a whole crowd of people already waiting for you to make a mistake so that they could dissect and analyze and criticize and question your position on the team? Suffice to say you were shitting bricks.

“Yeah...” you drawled, flashing an uneasy smile in the direction of your unsuspecting mentor. Then, under your breath as he begins to walk away, “Oh god, please kill me.”

~~~

“Can I-“

“No.”

“I didn’t even get to ask you yet!” You protest, oblivious to Bucky’s obvious annoyance towards your choice of using his back as a place to sit while he does his push ups. It isn’t your fault though. The rise and fall motion is somewhat soothing- for you, at least.

“Don’t care,” he utters through a grunt, “I’m busy.”

“Bucky, please! I promise I’ll leave you alone after.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“But I mean it this time!” You insist, grabbing tufts of his hair between your fingers and clutching on tightly to the reigns of your super soldier horse. The action only irritates him further and you let out a squeak as he rolls over, knocking you off in the process so that you land flat on the mat and on your ass.

“Alright, what is it?” Bucky huffs as he wipes the sweat on his forehead away with his forearms.

“Can I read you my speech for the press conference tomorrow?” You mumble sheepishly, eyes casted down in embarrassment as you begin to feel the regret of asking in your stomach. “You’re the harshest so I’ll know if it’s stupid if I read it to you.”

Bucky isn’t sure whether to feel offended or guilty at the statement but he is quick to brush it off. A long sigh leaves his lips as he lies back on the floor and stares up at the ceiling. Hands resting on his taut stomach and long hair spread out around his head like a halo, he nods. “Go on.”

“Ahem,” you start, clearing your throat and wrangling in your words before they can escape you. Inhaling deeply, you open your mouth to speak only for it to shut again. “Oh my god, I can’t do it. Bucky, I can’t do it!”

“Hey, just relax,” Bucky consoles. “You’re going to be alright.”

“No, I literally can’t do it,” you explain exasperatedly. “I’m gonna look so stupid and they’re going to hate me and-“

“Y/N,” Bucky interrupts, voice firm yet gentle in a way that gets you to shut up rather quickly. He sits up now, strong arms grasping at your shoulders in an attempt to ground you. “I know how scary talking to all those people can be, especially when you already feel like you don’t belong.”

There’s a softness to his eyes like you’ve never seen before, a turmoil behind those crystal clear blue eyes as they bore into your soul. It’s familiar and safe and comforting and so lovely to witness firsthand a new side of Bucky that’s been kept out of your reach for so long. Your skin begins to prickle at his touch, face heating up at the physicality of the situation, and heart beating so quickly you’re absolutely sure he can hear it. It almost would have been romantic, but you knew you were not his type whatsoever. Bucky was just being a good teammate, that’s all. There was nothing there. 

“But you can’t let them get to you. You earned this. Even though you’re clumsy, and immature, and irresponsible, and-“

“Okay, okay, I get it,” you cut him off, but his smile is blinding. When was the last time you saw Bucky smile? Correction, when have you ever seen Bucky smile? You only have a split second to admire his pearly whites before he returns to the same serious facade he always wears in your company.

“If all else fails, just look for something in the room to focus your attention on,” Bucky suggests. “Something that isn’t scary. Something that makes you comfortable. Something that feels safe.”

“I think I can do that...”

~~~

You step up to the podium with a grace unseen from you before. All eyes in the room focus in on you, microphones and cameras at the ready and their owners on the edge of their seats as they wait for you to speak. Stomach in knots, you swallow down the rising bile in your throat and try to still your trembling legs.

Frantically you scan the room, eyes landing towards the back wall where Bucky stands in his best suit and tie. He offers you a hint of a smile and a meager thumbs up in support, mouthing something along the lines of, “you’ve got this.”

And you smile, nerves melting away as you take a breath and begin your speech, eyes trained on Bucky until the very end. You have found something someone that makes you feel safe.

And that someone is Bucky Barnes.

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[writing-parker]

A Series of Vignettes- Pumpkin Spice

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A Series of Vignettes Summary: It’s not easy, yours and Bucky’s relationship, but no one ever said it would be. These vignettes follow the big and small moments in Bucky and the reader’s relationship, focusing on the events that shape it. Big and small, sweet or angsty (mostly angsty), these stories lay out the moments in time they carved out for themselves in the crazy world they live in. They all take place in the same universe, but haven’t been written in any particular order. 

A Night in Brooklyn | Beautiful World | Johannesburg | Dogs |  Late Night | Dark Winter  Dark Winter II  Dark Winter III | Close | Home |

Chapter Summary: You like Bucky more than you hate pumpkin spice lattes Warnings: None. This is mind numbingly sweet. 

A/N: This is a submission for @captain-rogers-beard ‘s fall into marvel challenge. My prompt was pumpkin spice. This was so fun to write. Thanks for putting this whole thing on 

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Fall in New York City.

Lingering summer heat finally giving away to something milder. Something less like burning and more like a soft glow.

You still feel like you’re on fire, but that has less to do with the weather and everything to do with Bucky Barnes. When he’s around, it’s like every nerve ending in your body was alight, and he knew it. And he loved it.

You couldn’t get enough, and it was becoming incredibly inconvenient.

Didn’t stop Bucky from using it to his advantage, though.  

He watches you from across the dimly lit bar in the East Village while Clint babbles on about something he’s not listening to.

“You could at least pretend to pay attention to me.” Clint rolls his eyes at Bucky. “But if you’d rather stare at Y/n all night that’s fine too, I guess.”

“Great.” Bucky answers distractedly, having only heard half of the other man’s words. He pats Clint roughly on the shoulder before moving to the bar. To you.

You’re laughing at something Wanda just said, head tipped back and beautiful. Your eyes meet Bucky’s and you shoot him the smile he’s never seen you give anyone else before. Reserved just for him.

He approaches you and Wanda, draping an arm over your shoulder.

“Can we leave?” He sighs.

“Bucky!” You wave your old fashioned in his direction, “We just got here and I just got another drink.”

“Leave the drink.” He rolls his eyes, “I’m bored.”

“This drink was $13. And we’re with your friends.” You huff.

Wanda makes an offended noise in the back of her throat.

Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes, “You know what I mean.”

“You two are not allowed to leave.” Wanda narrows her eyes at you, “We’ve barely seen you in a month.”

“I can’t help it, Wanda, Look at him.” You sit up on the barstool so you can sling an arm around Bucky’s neck, alcohol making you feel loose, “It’s like every time I look at him ‘Whatta Man’ by Salt-n-Peppa plays in my head.”

Wanda rolls her eyes and fake gags, leaving the two of you alone at the bar.

Bucky’s sure his face must be bright red, still not used to how open you’ve been with your affection.

You mistake his silence for misunderstanding, “It’s a son-”

“I know. I’ve heard it.” He retorts, then sighs, “Just not used to anyone sayin’ stuff like that.”

“Oh.” You tilt your head to the side, giggling a bit, “Too much?”

Bucky smiles and slips his arms around your back, pulling you to the edge of your barstool, he plants himself between your legs, bending down to kiss behind your ear, “No. You’re making me all soft though.”

You roll your eyes and kiss his cheek, sliding off the stool and sauntering off in the direction Wanda walked in. Bucky enjoys the view for a moment before following after you like a lost puppy.

You’re standing next to Sam, who- for god knows what reason- has decided to challenge Clint to a game of darts in the back of the bar. Bucky sits at the table with the rest of his team, eyes following your movements.

Sam’s forced Clint to forfeit and you’ve taken his place. A few drinks in your system now, you laugh loudly as Sam grumbles something about cheating while Clint helps you line up your arm to shoot another bullseye.

Bucky relaxes into the normalcy of it all. His girl (not that you’d officially had that conversation yet) and his best friends and happy hour in New York City. That’s all. No missions or fights or bullets. Just your gaze on him from half-way across the room.

Bucky watches the three of you make your way back over to everyone else. The small high top in the corner of the bar only has a couple of seats, so Bucky has found himself leaning against the wall, talking to Wanda.

You approach him, wrapping your arms around him.

Clint, a little drunk, looks at between you and Bucky, “How’s a guy like you get a girl like that, hmm?”  

“What do you mean-” You start, immediately defensive, but you’re cut off by a waitress approaching Bucky and handing him a drink.

You’re glaring at Clint, who has no idea that you took offence to his words. That his words could even be considered offensive. It was a joke. Just a normal guy teasing his friend. You open your mouth to express your annoyance.

Bucky taps your cheek, forcing you to look at him. He gives you a small shake of his head, he didn’t mean it like that, before handing you a drink.

“You tryna get me drunk?” You accuse, forgetting, momentarily, Clint’s ignorant comment.

“Probably.” Bucky offers you a crooked smile and a shrug.

“You know I have a conference call first thing tomorrow.” You narrow your eyes.

“You know I’ll be waiting with a coffee.” He pauses, sly shooting you a sly smirk, “Besides, I like you when you’re… suggestable.”

You raise your eyebrows but sip the drink none the less, mumbling about him always having you feeling suggestable.

Though you can’t stop thinking about Clint’s words, how much they bothered you. The insulation behind his words has you reeling, wondering why Clint would think that.

Everyone’s talking about something Bucky could care less about, distracted by your fingers that have just barely slipped under the front of his shirt, tracing circles on his lower abdomen. In your tipsy state, all you want to do is show Bucky just how much you like being with someone like him.

Shooting you a look, he murmurs, “What are you trying to get into?”

“Let me give you a hint.”

Bucky opens his mouth to respond but is cut off by your lips on his. Passionately. In front of everyone. You ease him into the kiss slowly at first before opening your mouth to his. Tucked away in the corner, no one really pays you any mind at first.

Until they do. Steve clears his throat jokingly, shooting Bucky and amused glance, “Would you two prefer to be left alone?” He teases.

You pull away from Bucky’s lips, only to bury your face in his hair, “Yes.” You mutter back, annoyed, pressing a kiss to his neck.

Steve laughs loudly, ignoring Bucky’s grumbles.

You press yourself full against him again, bringing your lips back to his, wrapping your body around his sinuously.  

“Get a room!” Sam teases.  

Bucky pulls away, “What are you doing?” He questions quietly.

You shoot a glare at Clint (who is still oblivious) before grabbing Bucky’s hand and pulling him away from the group. They cat call suggestively after the two of you. You spin around and shoot them a wink before dragging Bucky out of the bar.  

“What is going on?” He asks as soon as you’re outside.

“I don’t like what Clint said.” You tell him.

“He didn’t mean it like that. You’re drunk.” He peers down at you, soft smile on his face.

You mutter intelligibly under your breath.  

“You’re so protective.” Bucky muses, smirk playing on his lips.

“Yeah, well.” You shrug, eyes meeting his. He didn’t deserve any more pain. Even at the hands of an innocent joke. “I don’t know Bucky, I just-”

“You don’t need to protect me from my family, Y/n.”  His hand cups your face, thumb slipping under your jaw. He looks at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry.” You say. You took it too far and you knew it, feeling chagrined. “Didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

“Yes you did.” Bucky teases before lowering his lips to yours. The small peck turns passionate quickly, lights and sounds of the city fading to the background.

“How about we get that room Sam was talking about?” Bucky says breathlessly when he finally pulls away.

“Your place or mine?”

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You end up at the Tower. His old room.

It was the closest train ride from the bar and all you wanted was Bucky’s body on yours. You could worry about getting back to Brooklyn later.

He presses you down on the bed. Moving over you, hands peeling your layers of clothes away, nearly frantically. As if he can’t get you naked fast enough.

“Fuck.” Bucky groans when he peels your bra away from your body. “You’re so perfect.”

He hears your heartbeat pick up at his words. You wind your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, his bare chest against your own. The moment turns from hurried to sweet. He takes his time kissing down your neck, over your breasts, and then back up, molding his mouth to yours.

And then he’s guiding your hips to align with his and it’s like your body sighs in relief.  You never knew it could feel like this.

Bucky forgot how good it was. He also forgot how good he was at it (if the sounds he’s pulling out of you are any indication). He never thought he could have you, have anyone, like this.

He brings your body to life. Making you fall apart beneath him once. Twice. Then he’s spilling into the condom, your name a sigh on his lips, as his hips stutter to a stop.

“Fuck, Y/n. Fuck.” He collapses on you, still careful not to use his full weight.

“I know.” You say, fingers tracing circles on his back. The buzz from the alcohol coupled with your coupling has you feeling lightheaded. Lust-drunk. “You’re so good at that.”

“You’re not half-bad yourself.” He rolls on his back, pulling you with him until you’re splayed across his chest. “I should get you home. You have an early day.”

You nuzzle further into him, “You know I work in this building, right? I’ll just stay right here.”

“You gonna wear the same clothes as today?” He muses.

“I don’t know. I was thinking one of your t-shirts and nothing else.”

Bucky chuckles.

“I’ll figure it out tomorrow.” You finally surmise, asking FRIDAY to turn off the lights.

When you’re both settled against each other, bodies pressed close, breath evening out, you whisper lowly, “I’ll always try to protect you from the bad things, Bucky. You don’t deserve any more bad.”

Your lips brush against his neck as you speak. He’s quiet for so long you think he might have fallen asleep. But eventually, he lets out a contended sigh.

“Thank you.” He whispers, voice cracking. He can’t find it in him to be embarrassed at the sudden rush of emotions. His lips find the top of your head. “Thank you.”  

  Your alarm goes off way too early. Bucky groans, rolling away from the sound. Not much of a morning person. You slide out of bed quickly, gathering your things quietly before slipping out of the door and getting on the elevator to Wanda’s quarters.

Moving as quietly as possible, you go to her closet

“This is an interesting walk of shame.” Wanda mutters sleepily, sitting up to scrutinize you. You’re in Bucky’s shirt from the previous night.

You freeze, caught. “Can I borrow an outfit to wear to work today?”

“What’s mine is yours.” She flops back down against the pillows. “At least if you’re gonna continue using Avengers Tower as your own personal sex den.”

You don’t humor her with a response, just grab a blazer and a pair of pants that look like they’ll fit. Yesterday’s black shirt will do, you suppose.

“Have a good day.” She calls after you as you slip out the door.

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When you finally make it down to your office, Bucky is there, Starbucks cup in hand.

“You’re my hero.” You deadpan, taking the to-go cup.

“You say that every week.” He laughs.

“You’ve never had to sit through a conference call at 9am discussing budgets. You don’t understand.” You explain, sitting at your desk and picking up your phone to dial in. Before you put the phone to your ear you press a kiss to his mouth.

“Call you later.” He says, slipping out the door.

 Your colleague comes in while you’re on the phone, pressing the mute button so no one could hear what you were saying.  Of all the people you worked with, she was your favorite.

“Really?” You ask, feigning annoyance.

“I’ve literally never heard you say a single thing on one of these calls.” She remarks.

Well. Fair enough.  

“I just saw James Barnes sneaking out of here again.” She wags her eyebrows at you.  

“Mhm.” You hum, putting the phone on speaker to make sure you don’t miss anything important.

“Things are going good for the two of you.” It’s not a question, more of a statement.

“Really good.” You smile, memories from last night flooding to the front of your mind.

“You deserve it.” She smiles.

“So does he.” You finish, taking a sip of your coffee. Unexpectedly, a sticky sweet taste bursts across your taste buds. Disgusted, you spin in your chair and spit the liquid into the trashcan in the corner.

“Was that a real-life spit take?”

“Gross.” You gag, looking at the cup.

“What?” The other girl asks.

“I fucking hate pumpkin spice lattes.” You groan. You hated pumpkin flavored anything, honestly.

“But you bought one anyway?” Your co-worker is confused.

“Bucky always brings me coffee for this call. I did not ask for this.”

“Awh he probably thought he was being all cute and modern.” She laughs.

You sigh. She was right. The thought of Bucky at Starbucks ordering what he thought was something you would like brings a smile to your face.

You forget to bring it up when you talk to him later that day, too distracted by stories he’s telling you about him and Steve and New York in the 1930s

  It happens again the next week, and the week after that.

You suppose it’s your own fault. You never told him about your aversion to pumpkin everything so he continues to bring you the coffees. You accept with a smile and then throw them in the trash as soon as he leaves, heading instead to the office kitchen to get your own.

You get a small reprieve from pretending to like the offending lattes when Bucky goes away on a mission. You think you miss him enough that you would have the dumb drink every day if it meant you got to see him.

Thoughts of Bucky are bouncing through your head when you turn the corner into your office.

“Hey there.” A voice startles you.

“Oh.” You say dumbly when you look up to see Bucky leaning against your desk. He’s still wearing his uniform pants, but his jacket has been removed, leaving just a plain black undershirt covering his body.

What a sight.

Bucky’s mouth is on yours before you can even think straight. It’s passionate, a hard fast kiss that leaves you breathless.

“Bucky.” You moan softly into his mouth, pulling him closer.

Oh god, the way you said his name nearly brought him to his knees. 10 days without you was much too long.

He pushes you backwards until you’re sitting on your desk, shoving a pile of files to the side.

“Close the door. Lock it.” You breathe in his ear.

“Are we really doing this?” He looks down at you, eyes blown with lust.

“Don’t make me second guess it.” You retort.

The door is locked and he’s back on you in seconds. Your hands reach out to fumble with his belt buckle before he pushes them away, shoving his pants down and descending on you once again.

“This probably isn’t gonna last long.” He warns. “Missed you.” His hands shove up the skirt of your dress and he slides into you easily.

It’s hard and fast and quick and you’re a trembling mess by the time he’s done with you. You stay intertwined for as long as possible.

“I missed you too.” You tell him, finally pulling away. “You were gone for too long.”

“All part of the job description, babe.” He sighs,  “I forgot to bring you coffee.” He noses at your collarbone before kissing up your neck.

“It’s okay.” You angle your head down to kiss his temple, “This was a much better pick-me-up. Even if it could have gotten me fired.”

You both stand to gather yourselves. Bucky buttons his pants while you straighten your dress, smoothing the skirt.  

You move around your office, glancing at the clock. 8:45am. Your colleagues were starting to come in. You needed to clean up your mess before anyone thought anything was going on.

When you’re both presentable, and as is the office, you turn to face him, faux serious expression on your face, “I need to tell you something.”

Bucky’s stomach sinks. Your somber tone and expression have alarm bells ringing in his head, “What?” He asks, trying to sound calm, “Is everything okay?”

You fight off a smile, but decide not to tease him much longer, “Bucky, I really hate… pumpkin spice lattes.” Your tone is laced with the same faux somberness.

Bucky looks down at you for a moment before letting out a loud laugh, “Are you telling me I’ve been spending $7 on a coffee every week and you’re not even drinking it?”

“Guilty as charged.” You lament, both hands in the air in fake surrender.

“What should the punishment be?” He stares you down, smirk on his face.

You feel your heartbeat pickup in your chest, and based on the look on Bucky’s face, he hears it too.

“I think you’ll find something suitable, Sergeant.” You smile coyly, looking up at him through your lashes.

Bucky’s got a nearly feral look in his eyes as he drags them up and down your body, it makes you squirm and he loves that he has that effect on you.

He steps closer, as close as he can, hand finding your hip, before leaning real close, “I think so.” He murmurs, tongue tracing the shell of your ear. “Come to my place later. I’ll figure out what I’m gonna do with you.”

“Is that a promise?”

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info about Winter that I think more people should know

just a disclaimer: this is based off my shifting experiences and how ive helped Winter become a person. I changed nothing about Bucky or Winter in my script but it took a lot of work with everyone and his therapist to get Winter to where he is today. Winter is his own person but he shares a body with Bucky.

what he calls people:

me: mama

Bucky: Buck/Dada (occasionally Dada but its becoming more common.

Steve: Teve/Papa

Tony: 'Ony/Howad (howard)

Natasha: Tasha/Tash Tash

Wanda: Wana

Clint: Tint

Maria: Ria

Bruce: Bucey

Fury: Fuwy

Pepper: Peppa (sometimes he calls her Peppa Pig)

favourite foods:

- popsicles (if given by Tony, he won’t take them from anyone else)

- oatmeal

- toast

- spaghetti

- pancakes

favourite words:

- papa no

- i say no

- no ni ni

- nuggles/nuggies (snuggles)

- Buck Buck

favourite toys:

- teddy bear

- slime

- yogibo (Bucky likes this too)

- lava lamp (Bucky loves this)

- puzzles

- kinetic sand

- play dough

- perplexus (Both Bucky and Steve play with this lol)

- orbeez (these make Steve and Tony gag)

- fibre optic glacier light

- uncooked beans in a container

- chew toys (i find Bucky chewing on these too)

- squishmallows

favourite thing to do with each person:

me: cuddles and reading/watching tv, sensory play, learning

Steve: playing outside

Tony: sitting w him in the lab and playing with Dum E

Natasha: speech practise

Wanda: playing with her magic

Clint: learning sign language (he’s teaching Bucky too)

Bruce: learning about medical things

Pepper: playing puppets

sensory things he loves:

- when his hair is half wet and half dry

- his hair being played with

- putting his hands in water (the sink, the pool, one time i found him with his hands in a freshly cleaned toilet)

- soft clothing

- squishy things

- nature textures (grass, bark, leaves)

- white noise

- Steve’s silk bedsheets that Tony made him buy (he nuzzles his face into it and falls asleep)

- slime and orbeez mixed together

- slime with foam beads

- knitted blankets

sensory things he HATES:

- leather

- jeans

- cold weather

- cold water (drinking water must be lukewarm or room temperature)

- meat

- protein smoothies (all HYDRA fed him and Bucky)

if you have any questions about Winter, send me an ask and i’ll answer it!!