#bucky is a marshmallow on the inside

[m4rv3l-girl]

Yours, Always

Bucky x Y/N

It’s just a thought. A fluffy one.

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.

Bucky Barnes stood in the middle of the living room, the telltale furrow of concentration etched into his brow.

On the coffee table before him lay an array of snacks—some haphazardly arranged, others more intentionally placed—as well as a stack of Y/N’s favorite books, a soft knit blanket, and two steaming mugs of hot cocoa. He adjusted one of the mugs for what felt like the hundredth time, muttering under his breath.

“C’mon, Barnes,” he said to himself. “It’s just a normal night in… totally normal. Not like you’re about to do something life-changing or anything.”

The light clink of keys at the door made his head snap up. Bucky took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to appear casual, leaning against the arm of the couch—though the stiffness in his posture betrayed him.

The door creaked open, and Y/N stepped inside, shrugging off her coat. She looked exhausted but radiant, her cheeks pink from the November chill. Her eyes lit up as they landed on Bucky, her lips curving into a soft smile.

“Hey, Doll,” he said, his voice warm and smooth as honey.

“Hi,” she murmured, crossing the room to him. She leaned up on her toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek, her cold fingers brushing against his neck. “What’s all this?”

He gave a nonchalant shrug, though the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile. “Figured we could use a night in. Just you, me, and no interruptions.”

Her eyebrows rose in curiosity as she looked around. The small touches didn’t escape her—the stack of her favorite books, the blanket she always stole from him, the perfectly made cocoa. Her heart swelled, and she turned back to him, tilting her head.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Do I need one to spoil my girl?” he teased, his metal hand brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

She rolled her eyes playfully but couldn’t hide her smile. “Alright, what’s the catch?”

Bucky chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. “No catch, Kitten. Just wanted to spend some time with you.”

The way he called her Kitten made her stomach flutter, as it always did. She narrowed her eyes suspiciously, but the warmth in his gaze melted her resolve.

“Fine,” she said, resting her forehead against his chest. “You win. But I’m going to get marshmallows.”

Bucky kicked himself for failing to think of that.

Y/N was rummaging in the kitchen cupboards, muttering about how they always seemed to lose things.

“You know,” Bucky called from the couch, not bothering to look up from the book he was flipping through, “for someone who alphabetizes her spices, you’d think finding some marshmallows wouldn’t be a national emergency.”

She froze, turning to glare at him, her hands on her hips. “Are you saying I’m too organized?”

He smirked, finally glancing up at her. “I’m saying if there was an Olympic medal for organization, you’d probably frame it and then make a spreadsheet tracking how often you dust it.”

She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and launched it at his head. “And yet you’re still alive. Miraculous.”

He caught the pillow easily, laughing as he set it aside. “Hey, Doll, don’t blame me for pointing out the obvious. You’re the one who set the bar.”

Her exasperated eye roll didn’t fool him. He could see the corner of her lips twitching, and he knew he’d won that round.

They settled onto the couch, with Y/N curling up beside him as they started an episode of Friends—a show they’d watched countless times before but never seemed to get tired of. Bucky’s arm rested comfortably around her shoulders, and every so often, he’d drop a kiss onto her temple or mutter something about how much he loved her laugh.

“Okay, be honest,” Y/N said suddenly, shifting slightly to look up at him. “Which character do you think you’d be?”

Bucky smirked, looking down at her. “You mean which one I am, or which one you think I am?”

She raised an eyebrow. “There’s a difference?”

“Definitely,” he said, chuckling. “I’m obviously a Ross.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped, and she let out an exaggerated gasp. “You think you’re a Ross?!”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with Ross?”

She pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh. “Oh, nothing. Except you’re so not a Ross. You’re like… Chandler.”

“Chandler?” he repeated, narrowing his eyes at her in mock offense. “I’m not that sarcastic.”

“Bucky, you invented sarcasm,” she teased, poking his side.

“Fine, maybe I’m a little Chandler,” he admitted, grabbing her hand to stop her poking. “But you’re definitely a Monica.”

“Monica?”

“Yup,” he said, grinning. “You’re bossy—”

“Excuse me?”

“—in the cutest way,” he added quickly, leaning down to kiss her forehead before she could protest. “And you’re crazy organized. Plus, you’re competitive as hell.”

She crossed her arms, pouting slightly. “I feel like I just got roasted.”

“Never, Doll,” he said, pulling her closer. “I mean, if it helps, Monica ends up with Chandler. So I guess it makes sense.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her smile betrayed her. “Okay, fine. Maybe we’re Monica and Chandler. But if you ever call me ‘bossy’ again—”

“Noted,” he said, cutting her off with another kiss.

As the episode continued, Bucky couldn’t help but glance at her every few moments, marveling at the way her face lit up when she laughed. When she caught him staring, she smirked.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Just love you, that’s all.”

She blushed, her smile softening. “Love you too, Chandler.”

He groaned, dropping his head onto her shoulder. “Don’t make me regret this.”

Her laughter filled the room, and he decided he wouldn’t mind hearing that sound every day for the rest of his life.

But as the night went on, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that something was up. Bucky was fidgety—his metal fingers tapping softly against his thigh, his gaze flickering to the coffee table more often than usual.

“Okay, spill,” she said finally, pausing the show. She turned to face him, crossing her arms. “What’s going on?”

He blinked at her, his face a mix of surprise and nervousness. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been acting weird all night. Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” he said quickly, but the crack in his voice betrayed him. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding her eyes.

“Bucky,” she said, her tone softening. She reached out, taking his hand in hers. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

He sighed, running his free hand down his face. When he looked at her, his eyes were soft but serious. “You’re too good at this, you know that?”

“I’ve had practice,” she teased gently, squeezing his hand. “Now talk.”

Bucky leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he collected his thoughts. His heart was pounding, but the way she looked at him—patient, loving, completely hers—gave him the courage to speak.

“Doll,” he began, his voice quiet but steady. “I’ve been through a lot in my life. Seen things I wish I could forget, done things I wish I could take back. And for a long time, I didn’t think I’d ever get a shot at… this. At happiness.”

Y/N’s breath hitched, her chest tightening as she listened.

“But then you came along,” he continued, turning to face her fully. “And somehow, you made all that noise in my head quiet down. You gave me a reason to hope again, to believe that I deserved something good.”

“Bucky…” she whispered, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Y/N’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes widening as he opened it to reveal a simple but stunning ring.

“I’ve never been good with…this stuff, but I know one thing for sure,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re my everything, Kitten. My reason for fighting, for living, for wanting more. And I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.”

He slid off the couch and onto one knee, holding the ring up to her. “Y/N, will you marry me?”

For a moment, she was too stunned to speak. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she stared at him, her heart racing.

“Yes,” she finally choked out, nodding fervently. “Yes, as if I’d say no.”

Bucky let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, a wide grin breaking across his face as he slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood, pulling her into his arms and spinning her around as she laughed through her tears.

When he set her down, he cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away her tears. “You’re stuck with me now, Darling.”

“Good,” she said, her voice trembling with happiness. “Because I don’t want anyone else.”

He kissed her then, slow and deep, as if trying to pour every ounce of his love into that moment.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter, kisses, and whispered promises. And as they lay tangled together on the couch, the ring glinting on her finger, Y/N couldn’t help but think that this was everything she’d ever dreamed of—and more.

Because with Bucky by her side, she was home.

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[buck-star]

Marshmallow lover | B.B & S.R

>> Bucky comes home from a mission, flashbacks are brought back. But luckily you know what Bucky needs to clam down. Not only you and Steve but also hot chocolate. <<

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes × Boyfriend!Steve Rogers x Girlfriend!Reader

Wordcount: 2.852 Words

Warnings: poly-relationship, m/m/f, established relationship, anxiety/panic, mention of punching), nicknames (babydoll, princess, majesty), fluff

Authors Note: Reposted because I accidentally deleted the other one. Dedicated to @mercurial-chuckles. Cause you asked for Stucky, hehe. I had another idea but I just haven't had enough motivation or ideas to write it. So I hope you like that one anyway. Divider made by me.

Events: Stucky Bingo [SB6010 | B3 | Writing Format: second person + November Prompt: Home I @stuckybingo], SteveRogers Bingo [SB4054 | C3 | Free Space | @steverogersbingo]

Masterlist | Stucky x Reader Masterlist

It was one of these early winter days, where the weather wasn't too cold but you could already feel the breeze the winter was bringing with itself. The air was cool; your hands would have been ice blocks already, but luckily your boyfriend was holding one of them, and the other has been stuck in your pocket since the two of you left the house.

Actually, the two of you thought about staying home until Bucky came home — from the mission — in the evening. But when Bucky told you that he wouldn't be home before the late evening, Steve decided to force you in a loving way to go shopping with him. He knew you loved decoration, so it was the best opportunity to make you leave the house and have some fun with him. Otherwise, you would have sat in the hallway, watching the front door until Bucky walked inside.

It happened once, and both of your men made sure that they would distract you if the other one was on a mission and came home late. Of course, they understood why you acted like that; it was weird to have one of you not in bed at night or missing at the table during meals. Even watching television was different if one of them was on a mission — which didn't happen often anymore.

But after the last time you refused to leave the spot in the hallway unless you had to use the bathroom, Steve took you shopping this time. And luckily, he managed to get your mind off of the fact that Bucky could be injured when he came home. Even though you seemed distracted, Steve felt a little restless; he knew you felt the same, but he just hoped the decoration was distracting enough for you. Little did he know that you hoped the same for him, because deep down, you wanted to return home to make sure that Bucky was fine once he came home. But you tried to calm yourself; Bucky could call you once he was home, and he could take care of himself for a bit too. Plus, he sometimes even enjoyed having a moment just for himself after some missions.

When you had some items you wanted and were happy with, you and Steve made your way back home. It was just a short walk, but the later it got, the colder it was. You were shivering, and Steve's strong arm around your waist and his muscular body pressed against your side didn't help much to warm you up. “You know, my tooth...” you chuckled softly, moving them inside your shoes even though you didn't really feel them because of the cold anymore. “They are pretty cold. Guess they would fall off if I bumped them.”

“Then we get you home pretty fast. Don't want your toes to fall off. Bucky wouldn't like that either," Steve joked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your hair. The two of you didn't talk much; there was no need. It was just the closeness to one another, the happiness and love that you felt whenever you were close to your boyfriends. So you just walked quietly along the streets with him, the sky slowly darkening, and you were glad you were almost home already.

After a few more minutes of walking, you finally walked into the warm house. It was almost a burning feeling on your skin, and you hissed softly. Steve had to shove you into the house, or else you would probably have walked backwards and out of the warmth back into the cold. He chuckled behind you, his calloused hands holding you by your waist before pushing you further into the hallway so he was able to close the door behind you.

“It's warm, isn't it? Maybe it’s because you're surrounded by such hot men.” Steve laughed softly, taking your jacket, before he took off his own jacket and shoes. You narrowed your eyes when you walked further into your house, looking around to find Bucky. You were sure he was home; his shoes were in the hallway where they belonged. But instead of your boyfriend coming immediately to greet the two of you, he was nowhere to be seen. Steve's voice interrupted your thoughts before you could even start to worry. “Maybe he's in the bedroom; he loves showers after a mission. While you look for him, I'm gonna make some hot chocolate for us.”

You nodded, pecking Steve's lips softly, before you turned away to walk to your shared bedroom. You didn't hear any noises, neither the shower nor Bucky looking through the wardrobe to find something comfortable to wear. You tried as best as you could to not worry about him. Bucky was sometimes pretty quiet, especially after missions. It was almost like he had to get used to home again to know he wasn't on a mission any longer.

The door of your bedroom was almost closed, but you saw a little part of the bed, the small bedside table, and a hint of something else — feet. Or it was more the toes that were curled, like they were the only part that was holding him grounded. You pushed the door open, looking to the side where Bucky was sitting. Your eyes widened as you saw him curled up into himself. His knees were pressed against his chest, his hands properly bruising his skin already, while his eyes were unfocused. Bucky was just staring into the air with a fearful expression on his handsome face.

You slowly walked closer to him, unsure what to do. Sweat was running down his forehead; even his hair was sweaty, and his clothes were stuck to him like a second skin — soaked in sweat. You're not sure how long he was sitting there like that; his teeth gritted, his jaw clenched, and you noticed his other muscles being more visible than usual through his clothes. Bucky was tense like he was still in a fight, and in a certain way he was — but instead of fighting against some people like Hydra, he was fighting his own battle with himself, with his fear in his mind.

“Bucky?” You asked softly, your voice just above a whisper when you kneeled down in front of him. There was still some distance, so he wasn't able to reach you if he would punch or kick. You have seen Steve in such situations with Bucky before; he had to take the one or another punch already — which caused Bucky to feel even more guilty after. But Steve always assured him that it's not as bad as it looks and that it would never change anything about the way he feels for Bucky or sees his boyfriend. And even though he never hurt you, Bucky was always sorry that you had to see him struggling so much with his nightmares and flashbacks from the past — you never judged him; you only loved him more when he couldn't love himself.

Bucky didn't react when you called him by his name. His fingers only tightened around his legs. You wanted to reach out, but you know you shouldn't. Bucky once had his hand around Steve's throat the moment his fingertips brushed along his lover's leg. And you knew Steve was stronger than you; he had struggled to get the other super soldier off of him, so you were pretty sure Bucky would crash you before you could even call for Steve. And both told you to never call Steve for help; they trust and love you, but they were too worried about you — and Bucky would never be okay with himself again if he would hurt you. And you understood it.

After another time calling him by his name but getting no answer, you sigh softly. Tears slowly formed in his eyes, rolling down his cheeks, and everything inside of you screamed to wipe them away, to pull him into you, but you were too afraid to scare him even more. So, you decided to make the only thing that came as an alternative solution to your mind — Steve.

From the time you walked into the bedroom to the moment you got up to walk to the door and shout for Steve, only a few minutes passed. But for you, it felt like at least twenty minutes, not being able to help Bucky and not wanting to leave his side while you tried to come up with something that could help without Steve's help.

You opened the door of your shared bedroom a bit more, looking out into the hallway. “Steve!” You shouted, earning immediately a soft ‘Yes.’ from him. He was still making the hot chocolate, but he was worried the moment you shouted his name instead of coming into the kitchen with Bucky. “I—I need you here. Or Bucky needs you... WE NEED YOU.”

Steve would have chuckled about your wording, but he knew that this wasn’t a situation to laugh about. He immediately turned off everything that could burn. His footsteps were loud and heavy when he walked to your shared bedroom. He noticed you looking out of the door, narrowing his eyes when he didn't see Bucky close to you. The big grump was actually holding you close, hugging, carrying, or kissing you the whole time. But right now, it was only you who waited for him to come to the bedroom.

"Where's Buck? Are you okay? Did he… What's wrong?” Steve asked, not even letting you a moment to answer. You brought your hand to his cheek, stroking it softly before giving him a slight, soft smile. He knew you didn't feel like you tried to show, but he knew you did it to calm the two of you down. It wouldn't help any of you to freak out or be more worried. After a moment, you take your hand away, taking a step to the side, and letting Steve walk into the room.

“He doesn't react when I talk to him. I-I don't know what I can do, but you... You trailed off, watching Steve's eyes widen as he saw your boyfriend looking like a lost puppy. You watched him walk over to Bucky, pulling you with him before Steve pushed you to sit down on the bed, and he kneeled down in front of Bucky. Steve was way closer than you were earlier, and you pulled your knees up, hugging them while you watched your boyfriends intensely. “You know what to do, right?”

Steve nodded, smiling softly. He turned his head back to Bucky, placing his hand on the brown-haired man's knees. Bucky hissed; his metal hand shot up to place a punch into Steve's pretty face, but he caught Bucky's hand. Steve held Bucky's hand tightly, trying to force his hand back down, and after a moment it even worked. You watched them with slightly parted lips; when did Steve find out how to catch Bucky's hand — especially his metal hand?

“Buck, it's me. It's Steve. You're home; do you hear me?” Steve asked, his voice soft. He ran his thick fingers slowly up and down the side of Bucky's thigh. He leaned a bit closer; his other hand was still holding Bucky's metal hand, and you wonder if Bucky was trying to punch him with his other hand but he didn't. “You're home, with me and our princess. You know, your babydoll.”

Bucky gasped softly, his eyes wider than before. His hands made grabbing motions, and Steve smiled softly, feeling Bucky being less tense than he was just a moment ago. Steve let go of his boyfriend's metal hand, using his hand to wipe away some sweat from Bucky's forehead.

“Hi, Buck,” he chuckled. Bucky slowly calmed down, noticing his surroundings. Bucky was slowly letting go of his legs, stretching them slowly between Steve's legs while his head fell forward against Steve's shoulder. “You're home; we are home. We got ya. Scared our princess a bit.”

“My babydoll?” Bucky's voice was hoarse and quiet, but Steve understood him anyway. He slowly nodded, caressing Bucky wet strands. Steve then turned his head to you, nodding at Bucky and mouthing that he just asked for you before he even asked anything else. “My babydoll, my Stevie.”

“We’re here, Buck. Do you want her to come closer as well, or do you need a moment?” Steve asked softly. He knew — you both knew — that Bucky was still pretty shaken up and that he could use some time to calm down or that he needed to feel the two of you, to smell the two of you, and to see the two of you to calm down completely.

Since the brown-haired man didn't really trust his voice, he only lifted his hand, making a grabby hand into the direction of the bed where you were still sitting. His other hand was interlaced with Steves, holding him close to Bucky. You slowly moved down from the bed; your knees were cracking softly when you stretched them out, and Steve laughed softly.

“Thought we were old, but you're cracking just like we do,” he told you, smirking before he moved a bit to the side to make space for you in front of Bucky. You rolled your eyes, moving closer to Bucky, but before you could have even said anything or moved another inch, he pulled you into his lap. You were straddling his thick thighs, your chest pressed against his.

Bucky hid his face in the crock of your neck, pulling Steve against his side so the two of you — the two people he loved the most, who meant everything to him — were as close as possible to him. After a moment of comfortable silence, he lifted his head. He was still sweaty, but his ocean blue eyes were brightened, and the sparkle you and Steve loved so much were visible again. A soft smile was tugging at Bucky's lips, causing you to smile as well. He leaned closer, pecking your lips before he did the same with Steve, sighing softly.

“Hi,” he chuckled, resting his head on your shoulder once again. “Missed you two. Do I smell hot chocolate?”

Both you and Steve laughed softly. When it came to hot chocolate, especially with marshmallows, you had to be faster than Bucky, or else he — accidentally — drank everything before you even reached the kitchen.

“Mhm, it’s probably cold again, but I can warm it up while you get a shower, sweaty,” Steve teased, using the nickname on purpose instead of ‘sweety’. Bucky rolled his eyes, growling softly, but he then nodded. Steve wasn't wrong; he felt like he had already taken a shower, but this time with his own sweat. “We got some marshmallows, and our princess got a lot of decorations.”

You nodded; your eyes lit up as you opened your mouth to start and explain what you got and why you got it. Bucky chuckled, loving your excitement. But he wanted you to show him and explain it while the three of you would be sitting wrapped up in a blanket on the couch with hot chocolate and marshmallows. So he pressed his lips onto yours before you could even start to tell him more about it.

“But I'm taking my babydoll to take a shower with me,” Bucky grumbled, and there he was again. Your Bucky, the love of your and Steve’s lives who never let go of you, who needed to be close to you, needed to kiss you and just show you all the love and affection. Of course, he did the same with Steve too, but he had another task, so it was you who was going to join him in the shower. “Plus, need her to wash my hair. Feels so much better when she massages the shampoo into my hair with her soft hands.”

“Of course you do,” Steve chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Bucky and then your forehead before he got up to get the chocolate ready. Bucky opened his mouth, but Steve turned around, smirking at him. “Yeah, with as many marshmallows as you wish, my majesty.”

“Good boy.” Bucky grinned at Steve, who suddenly blushed and turned away. “Mission completed, making Stevie blush. Now, my next mission is to get you into the shower with me. Mhm, missed you. I love you so much, babydoll. And you too, Steve, I know you're standing in the hallway.”

“I love you too,” you say in unison with Steve, who then made his way down the hallway back to the kitchen. Bucky got up, keeping you in his arms before he walked with you to the bathroom, getting the two of you into the shower. It wasn't just cleaning him; it was a lot more Bucky being possessive and touch-starved, and you were his solution — you were gladly his way to get touches and be happy when it meant kisses, hugs, soft touches, and all the compliments you loved so much to hear from your boyfriends.

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Flufftober Day 4 | Perfect coincidence

Pairing | Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Civilian!Female!Reader

Word count | 1.4K

Summary | You find yourself in the middle of a rainstorm and seek refuge in a warm-looking coffee shop. When there's only one table left, you share it with a handsome stranger who introduces himself as Bucky Barnes and his fluffy white cat, Alpine. What started as one of the worst days quickly turned into one of the best.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. The reader gets caught in the rain, use of a nickname (doll), Alpine is smuggled into the coffee shop, and the fluff is amped up to 11 on this one, like tooth-rotting fluff.

Prompt(s) | Alt 10. Have your characters share the last table at a café.

A/n | This one shot is written for day 4 of @flufftober 2023. This idea immediately came to mind when I saw this prompt, and I couldn't wait to start this one! I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

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Main Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

It is a rainy day in the middle of October, and you accidentally forgot your umbrella at home. This morning, the weather was wonderful; the sun even appeared, but you should have known it would be too good to be true.

So here you are, in a thin outfit, soaked through your jacket, hair completely drenched, and cold beyond belief. It's good that you've found a coffee shop that looks warm and inviting so you can warm up a little bit.

As soon as you've crossed the street and made your way to the door of the coffee shop, you see that it is almost full, but you head in regardless. If you stay outside any longer, you're afraid the cold might permanently seep into your bones.

Your fingers are entirely frozen by now, and all feeling left them a while ago, so opening the door was a little more complicated than usual, but you managed regardless.

When the door swings open, you're greeted by lots of chatter and laughter, the coffee machines making all kinds of noises, the smell of freshly baked pastries, and some soft music in the background. You let the door fall shut behind you, and the atmosphere wraps itself around you like a warm blanket as if you're coming home.

You look around you and take in all the different kinds of people in the coffee shop. Some are working on their laptops, headphones on and in their own world, others are having lively conversations, and then a few are reading their book.

After a few short moments, you walk towards the small line of people at the counter, standing behind the last person and trying to decide what you'll have as you look up at the menu.

''What can I get for you today?'' the lady behind the counter asks, and you give her your order for a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and a cinnamon roll before she takes your name and writes it on the cup.

''It'll be right with you,'' she says after you've gotten your change from her, and you move to the part of the counter where you can pick up your drink. You grab your phone out of your bag quickly to see what time it is, and much to your surprise, it's only 1 PM.

When your name is called, you return your phone and thank the lady before picking up your cup of hot chocolate and warm cinnamon roll. You spot a table, and when you're walking over, you arrive at the same time as someone else.

''Shall we share this table, Doll? It appears to be the only one left,'' the man said in a deep voice, and hearing it immediately warms you from the inside out. And the nickname, that is truly what got you.

''Yeah, I'd love to,'' you say as you move towards the wooden chair, not wanting to ruin the beautiful couch with your wet clothing. You place your cup and pastry on the table before taking off your bag and jacket, hanging them over the back, and sitting down.

''I'm sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself; how rude of me,'' the man says, extending a gloved hand, but you don't question it for even a second. Especially since you already know who the man across from you is.

''Sergeant James Barnes, but you can call me Bucky. And this girl-'' he fishes a cat out of the inner pocket after shaking your hand and puts her on the table ''-is Alpine!''

After you tell him your name, you focus on Alpine for a bit, and you tell Bucky about how you used to have a cat that looked just like her when you were growing up.

''I know it's silly, but I really wanted to name her Snowball, so I did. But Alpine is a gorgeous name! May I ask where you got her?'' you ask, and Alpine happily bumps her head against your hand, letting you know she wants more attention.

''I was looking for a cat to adopt in a local shelter because a friend told me how cats work well with people with PTSD. So I went there, and I saw little miss Alpine over here, and it was love at first sight,'' he says, a big smile on his face as he talks about her.

She jumps into your lap, although you're clothes are still soaked, and makes a little cat donut while spinning, slowly falling asleep and taking a pleasant and comfortable nap there.

''So, how did you end up on this side of town? I don't think I've ever seen you around here before,'' he says as he sips his coffee, and you do the same with your hot chocolate.

''You got a little…'' he says as he takes his glove off his right hand and reaches over to you. When his flesh fingers touch your lip, wiping the hot chocolate away as he stares into your eyes, the moment feels much more intimate than it probably should.

''I-I'm sorry,'' he says before quickly pulling his hand back, a red color sporting his cheeks, and he looks at his coffee cup, suddenly unsure what to do with himself.

''It's okay, I don't mind,'' you say in a soft but reassuring voice, and a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he looks up at you through his lashes.

''As I was going to say, I recently moved to this side of town. I used to live in New Jersey, but I figured it was time for a change, and this looked like a beautiful neighborhood. It would appear I was right,'' you say as you look at him and extend your hand, needing to feel his warm skin around your cold hand.

The afternoon was spent chatting and getting to know each other better until it was finally time to go home because the coffee shop was closing for the day. You completely forgot to eat your cinnamon roll.

''Excuse me, could you maybe wrap this up for me to go?'' you ask the lady behind the counter, and she happily does as Bucky puts Alpine back into his inner pocket.

''C'mon, let us walk you home. We can use my umbrella,'' he says as he shows you a dark blue umbrella, and you gladly accept before walking out the door. He immediately opens it, and you hook your arm through his extended one, letting your other hand rest on his bicep as you walk through the rain.

''I feel so stupid for leaving mine at home,'' you say as you rest your head against Bucky's shoulder. ''But if I did bring it, I never would have met you, so I guess that's the good thing about me forgetting it,'' you chuckle, and Bucky couldn't agree more.

When you arrive at your apartment complex, he walks you to your front door, not wanting to say goodbye yet. He's still trying to find the courage to ask you out on an actual date, and he realizes time is running out now.

He clears his throat when you let go of his arm to search for your keys.

''Doll? Would you maybe- if you want to-, you can say no if you want-'' he stumbles over his words, but you look up at him expectantly. He rubs the back of his neck as he composes himself.

''Would you want to go out for dinner? I had a lot of fun this afternoon, and I'd love to get to know you better,'' he asks, and the smile on your face melts every worry away.

''I would love to; let me give you my number,'' you say. He unlocks his phone so you can put it in there. When you hand it back, you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek softly as a goodbye.

''Goodbye, Bucky. It was great to meet you,'' you say as you unlock your door and walk in, and he stands there like a teenage boy with a crush. The smile on his face is not leaving, even when he's back at the Compound and he runs into Steve.

''Where have you been all afternoon? It's not like you to be gone for so long,'' his best friend asks, and that's when Bucky tells him about his afternoon.

The beautiful woman he met at the coffee shop, the way Alpine cuddled into her lap, and how the conversation never seemed dull, and you two still weren't done talking by the time you were dropped off at home.

''And the best of all is that I'll be seeing her again soon,'' Bucky says, that same big smile appearing on his face, and Steve's happy for him. After everything that's happened, you were the best thing that ever could have happened.

[love-my-fictional-men123]

Bucky Barnes x female reader

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**Title: "A Winter's Warmth"**

The first snowfall of the season had blanketed the city in a serene white, turning the bustling streets into a picturesque winter wonderland. You found yourself wandering through Central Park, the crisp air nipping at your cheeks, but the beauty around you made it all worthwhile. The trees, now bare, stood tall and proud, their branches adorned with delicate snowflakes.

As you walked, you couldn't help but think about Bucky. It had been a few months since you two started dating, and every moment with him felt like a dream. His past was filled with darkness, but you were determined to fill his present with light and love. You smiled to yourself, remembering the way his eyes sparkled when he saw you, the way his lips curled into a gentle smile whenever you laughed.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn't notice the figure approaching until a familiar voice called out your name. "Hey, there you are!" Bucky's voice was warm and inviting, contrasting with the chilly air around you.

You turned to see him, his metal arm glinting faintly under the soft light of the street lamps. He was bundled up in a thick coat, a scarf wrapped snugly around his neck. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and his eyes shone with happiness at seeing you.

"Bucky!" you exclaimed, running towards him. He opened his arms, and you melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he murmured into your hair, holding you close. "I thought we could spend the evening together. Maybe grab some hot chocolate and take a walk?"

You nodded eagerly, slipping your hand into his. "I'd love that."

The two of you strolled through the park, talking about everything and nothing. Bucky told you stories from his past, the good ones that made you laugh and the bittersweet ones that made you hold his hand a little tighter. In return, you shared your own memories, painting a picture of your life before you met him.

Eventually, you found a cozy little café that looked like it had been plucked straight out of a fairy tale. The windows were fogged up from the warmth inside, and the scent of freshly baked pastries wafted through the air. Bucky held the door open for you, and you both stepped into the inviting atmosphere.

You ordered two hot chocolates, complete with whipped cream and marshmallows, and found a seat by the window. The two of you sat close, your legs brushing under the table. Bucky reached across to take your hand, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin.

"I never thought I'd find someone like you," he said softly, his eyes locked onto yours. "You've brought so much light into my life."

You felt your heart swell with emotion. "And you've brought so much love into mine. I can't imagine my life without you, Bucky."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. It was soft and sweet, filled with all the unspoken words and promises that lay between you. When he pulled back, his eyes were filled with a warmth that made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

The evening continued like that, filled with laughter, stories, and stolen kisses. By the time you left the café, the snow had started falling again, adding a fresh layer to the already pristine landscape. You walked hand in hand, the world around you fading into the background as you focused on each other.

As you reached your apartment, Bucky pulled you into another embrace, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Thank you for tonight," he whispered. "I needed this."

"Me too," you replied, resting your head against his chest. "I love you, Bucky."

"I love you too," he said, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth. "More than you'll ever know."

And in that moment, surrounded by the quiet beauty of the snow-covered city, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Bucky would face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

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Sooooo I’ve been having a terrible summer and lately I’ve been feeling really bad so I’m sorry for being mia but I’m back and I’ll try to get more writing done but for now this is short and sweet byeeee loves🌸💕💕💗🎀

[littleredwolf]

Spontaneous Shenanigans

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Y/N can always count on Bucky to turn a disappointing evening around. 

Warnings: BRIEF mention of Bucky’s PTSD/overstepping boundaries.

Words: 1,107

A/N: The whole ‘failed date’ scenario just popped into my head and I thought some Bucky fluff would be the perfect way to remedy it! 

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You huffed a sigh as you shut the door behind you and slipped off your shoes, relieved to be back at the tower and out of your uncomfortable heels after yet another failed date. This routine was growing tiresome now, and after tonight you were considering admitting defeat and giving up the dating game altogether. You flicked through your various dating apps as you made your way to your room, coming across Bucky making hot chocolate on your way past the kitchen.  

“Hey doll,” he greeted with a smile, frowning when he glanced at the clock on the oven. “I wasn’t expecting you back this early.”

“Yeah, neither was I,” you chuckled dryly, rolling your eyes for dramatic effect as you mounted a stool at the counter. “Needless to say I’m glad to be home.”

“Let me guess…he spent the whole time talking about the Avengers,” Bucky remarked, offering you his freshly made cup of hot chocolate and grabbing a mug to make another for himself. “Who took the spotlight this time?” 

You took a sip of the warm beverage, feeling instant comfort, before answering. 

"Steve." 

Bucky shook his head.  

“Damn, as much as I love the guy, the idea of spending my evening answering questions about him kinda ruins the mood…" he began, topping off his drink with some spray cream.  

The sight of the Winter Soldier delicately placing marshmallows on his hot chocolate was one that never failed to amuse you, and you smiled fondly as you watched his gentle hands at work.  

"I've lost count of how many times my dates have asked me for his number or the address of the gym he works out at," he continued. "It's like they see us as their all-access ticket to get the inside scoop." 

You couldn't help but agree - as grateful as you were to be a part of the team, there were times when it felt more like a burden than a blessing. People didn't want to get to know you, only the company you kept. It was exhausting at times, but you were glad to have people like Bucky who understood the hardships and the less glamorous side of being part of a team of superheroes. 

"I am sorry about your date though, doll," the super soldier added as he came around the counter to sit beside you. "It sucks when they don't work out the way you'd hoped." 

"Thanks Buck," you smiled. 

"Did you at least get dessert?" Bucky asked, his jaw dropping as you shook your head. "Really!? A true gentleman always lets his lady order dessert!" 

"If we'd have made it to dessert I think I'd have ended up killing the guy," you laughed as you took another sip from your mug. 

"That's fair, but it still ain't right," he concurred with a shake of his head. "You wanna go grab some ice cream?" 

You nodded enthusiastically and gulped down the last of your hot chocolate, getting remnants of cream on your nose in the process and causing Bucky to laugh heartily.  

You threw him a sour look as you wiped your nose clean then, quick as a flash, you dipped your finger in the leftover cream and swiped it on your laughing friend's nose. Bucky immediately froze and turned to you with a dark expression, and for a brief moment you feared you'd overstepped. 

Was he okay with unexpected touching? Had you triggered an unpleasant memory by crossing his boundaries? 

You met his gaze with uncertainty and prepared an apology on the tip of your tongue, but relaxed when his lips twitched and pulled up into a smirk. 

"Oh, you'll regret that," he remarked, eyes blazing with mischief as he reached for the can of cream across the counter. 

"You gotta catch me first!" You retaliated, launching yourself from the stool and breaking into a run as Bucky scrambled after you. 

Your combined laughs bounced off the walls as he chased you around the ground floor, finally catching up to you in the lounge. Leaping over the couch, he easily dodged every cushion you flung his way in your desperate attempt at escape, grinning wickedly as he cornered you. 

You backed up as far as you could go, pressing yourself up against the wall in the hope that you might somehow magically pass through it. As Bucky towered over you with a menacing look in his eye, the can of cream raised and aimed at you, you shot your hands up in surrender. 

"Parley!" You squeaked, and Bucky faltered in his steps. He held your gaze for a moment as he considered your plea, then lowered the can with a shake of his head. 

"Those damn pirate movies," he mused, stepping back and granting your freedom. "I'm not gonna watch anything else with you if you're just gonna use them against me!"

"Hey now, our movie nights are about more than just the movies you know - it's important education!" 

"Alright boss, whatever you say," he said with a chuckle and another shake of his head. 

"Hmm, boss. Now I do like the sound of that," you remarked, falling into step beside him as the two of you made your way back to the kitchen. 

"Don't get used to it," he warned, giving you a playful nudge that sent you off-balance. You nudged him back, supposing that you’d have more luck moving a brick wall than trying to throw Bucky off-course. He laughed at your pitiful attempt and turned his attention to tidying the kitchen, which didn’t take long with your help. 

“So how about that ice cream?” He asked and you eagerly nodded. 

“Let me just get changed real quick, I think I’m a little overdressed for ice cream,” you added, referring to your date attire. 

Bucky assessed your outfit, his unwavering gaze causing you to feel suddenly self-conscious. You’d taken great care in getting ready for the evening, highlighting your ‘assets’ in your attempts to look your best - it felt strange yet oddly exhilarating having Bucky paying attention to them. 

“Sure,” he gruffly agreed, blinking rapidly as he set about locating his phone and wallet. “I’ll meet you in the car.” 

A blush crept its way to your cheeks as you watched Bucky fumble around, feeling a self-esteem boost at the sight of the flustered super soldier. Now it was your turn to laugh and shake your head as you made your way up to your room to change, actually feeling relieved that your date hadn’t gone according to plan and looking forward to spending the evening with a good friend and some ice cream.

[scinglives]

open starter: bucky barnes

"I can't make many things, but I can make a good cup of hot cocoa." Bucky confessed with a smile as he pushed the mug towards the other as he looked out at the snow outside. He hated the snow, but he could easily use it as an excuse to stay inside and put on the fire. "Even did the whole cream and marshmallows, I'm learning."

[buckyalpine]

Bestfriend!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Talks of mental health, getting help, soft sweet fluffy Bucky 

Bucky helping reader who is struggling with their mental health/ depression. Something a lot of us might need  ❤️️

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“Sweets?”

Bucky knocked on your door, two mugs of hot chocolate in hand, all ready for his weekly movie night marathon with you. You padded over, already dressed in your comfy pj’s, which mostly consisted of oversized tshirts you had stolen from Steve, Sam and Bucky. Your favorite ones to sleep in were Bucky’s Henleys, 

“I brought hot chocolate today” He grinned, walking in and placing them on the side table, along with a bag of marshmallows he had tucked in his arms. “And I stole these, don’t tell Sam” 

You giggled at the super soldiers antics as he plopped a few in each mug before scarfing down a few, letting you get the movie started. You ignored the heavy swirling you felt deep in your chest, trying to enjoy your time with Bucky. It was one of the few highlights you had each week but it was getting harder and harder to feel excited and maintain a happy face when all you wanted to do was lock the door, turn off the lights and crawl into bed. 

You thought you were doing a great job, laughing when you were supposed to laugh and smiling at all the happy parts. You hadn’t realized Bucky was no longer watching the movie, his focus all on you, tucked by his side. 

“You okay, doll?” Bucky looked down at you, noting the way your smile never met your eyes; something he’d noticed ages ago but chose not to bring up since you didn’t mention anything. Your laugh sounded empty, forced as if you made sure not to miss you que; what usually sounded like bubbles and sunshine was hollow and dry. 

There were plenty of signs Bucky picked up on. 

At first it wasn’t as noticeable. You’d skip out on outings with everyone else because you were tired to chose to skip a meal here and there because you just didn’t have the apatite.

Then it became more frequent. 

Days would go by where you’d only been seen in the training room or rummaging around the kitchen at odd hours for a snack. 

Then there was tonight. 

You usually squirmed around beside him, trying to get comfy but you had stayed in place looking at the screen vacantly. Your eyes were watching the movie but your mind was somewhere far away. 

“M’okay Buck” You smiled, hoping to mask the emptiness you felt inside. No, you were not okay. But Bucky of all people didn’t need to know that. Not when he was already dealing with so much of his own trauma. “Just a little tired” 

Buck nodded, focusing back on the movie, contemplating his words beside speaking. 

“Y’know its okay” He shifted closer to you, turning his body so he faced you instead. “You don’t have to pretend to be okay, doll”

“I told you, I’m fine Bucky” You tried to laugh off his words but he only smiled sadly, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Sweets” He moved his hand to gently cup your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin, “You don’t have to pretend around me, it’s just me” He didn’t want to pry but it was clear you had chosen to wallow in your misery alone and he wasn’t about to let that happen. “What’s wrong, talk to me”

“I-” You hesitated, letting out a frustrated sigh while he waiting for you to continue. “It’s nothing. I haven’t been feeling great but I’ll get through it! I’ve done it before” 

You didn’t know if that was something to be proud of ashamed of, always picking to fight your battles alone until the stormy cloudy passed, only to turn up again later. 

Bucky nodded, knowing all to well about what it was like to suffer alone. To silence yourself and hope things will get better on their own. To find yourself pulled deeper and deeper, unable to surface until it feels like it’s too late to swim above the waves. Hoping one day the clouds will clear, one day you’ll wake up just fine and feel happy to get out of bed instead of feeling like it was a chore. 

Hoping you wouldn’t have to tell anyone about what you were feeling because you felt too much all at once and you couldn’t see the faintest light at the end of the tunnel.

Just emptiness.

Nothingness.  

“Maybe. Maybe today. But what are tomorrow, sweets? And the day after? You don’t have to go through this alone” 

“I’m not alone, I have everyone here” You shrug, thinking to all the times you reminded yourself to be thankful you had found family within the team you worked with. You thought about all the people who didn’t have anyone to even talk to, suffering completely alone; what made you feel like you deserved to dump what you were feeling onto anyone when you were already surrounded by love. 

“And they’re great but it’s important for you to actually take care of yourself” He whispered, reaching for the remote to pause the movie, practically reading your thoughts. You swallowed thickly, looking down at your hands, picking at your cuticles. You always had what you needed in life. You always figured it out. You’d figure this out too...

Even if it had been ages since you’d been able to surface. 

You’d figure it out.

Right? 

“What’s stopping you from reaching out to someone about how you’re feeling? And I’m not talking about just talking to me. I mean actually going to a doctor to check on yourself”

You shrugged again, not knowing how to answer. 

“I get through it” You offered a tightlipped smile, the empty feeling in your chest replaced with anguish, how long you’d kept getting through it, for how long your depression would rear it’s ugly head over and over and over again no matter what you did. 

“Because you’re strong doll, but you deserve more than that. To actually let someone navigate some of this for you, you deserve more than just getting through it” 

You bit on your bottom lip to keep it from trembling, blinking back tears while he pulled you closer, onto his lap. He shifted to sit up against the board, keeping his arm around you. 

“It’s okay to have a plan. To find someone to help you. Figure out what it is you’re dealing with and heal. I’m not saying it’ll be easy or quick. Hell, I’m still not sure if Dr. Reynor is right for me but it’s a start” 

You nodded, swallowing down the tightness in your throat, unable to speak without breaking down in sobs, the damn ready to burst. Too long had you kept your walls up, letting everything build and build and build until it was beyond just spilling over, your resolve crumbling. 

“Look at me, doll” He wiped away the stray tear that slid down your cheek, catching the ones that followed behind. “It’s okay. It’s okay to get help. It’s okay to reach out and get better” He placed a comforting kiss on your wet cheek, wishing he could take all the pain away himself. 

“Y’know how much I love to see you happy, sweets. Hear you laugh and see you smile. Even if its not every day. Just want you to be okay”

That did it. The first whimper escaped. Then more. You trembled and shook as sobs wracked your body, giving into the pain you’d put up with for too long. 

“Come here doll” Bucky cooed, holding you to his chest with your face in the crook of his neck. You clung onto him like a koala while he petted your head and rubbed your back, letting you freely release everything you’d been holding inside. 

“Just want you” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut. Fear had consumed you, the thought of having to speak about what you were feeling, letting a stranger see you so lost and vulnerable made your anxiety spike; what if they didn’t understand? What if nothing worked? What if it’d all end up being a waste of time? 

“You have me. You’ll always have me” Bucky reassured you, continuing to softly stroke your hair, “And because you have me, I’ll be there to always support you. To get you to appointments, look through options, just hold you if that's all you want. Whatever you need. Right now you need to take proper care of yourself baby” 

Baby. 

He hadn’t even realized the name he had called you, feeling a deep ache in his chest from how distraught you were. His full focus was on helping getting you better, to see your eyes sparkle again, to bring light back into your life. 

Once you were all better, he’d make sure you knew. You were his baby. His pretty girl. His precious sun. His absolute everything. 

“My sweet babydoll” Bucky rocked you in his arms, holding you securely in a way where you felt safe without feeling suffocated. “M’gonna be with you every step of the way” 

True to his word, he’s there from the very start.  

He’s there when you hesitate to make the phone call, your hands feeling cold, anxiety sending your nervous system into overdrive. He’s there to walk you through the steps of figuring out what your feeling and how to explain it so you feel more confident for your first appointment. 

It’s not easy. 1000 things running through your head as you wait for the doctor. 

But he’s there. He’s so happy you’ve taken the first step. 

When you’re not up for it, he’s there to make the appointments for you. He’s become more tech savvy for your sake, going online to change date and times, helping you send emails. 

He’s your biggest cheerleader and supporter;

Trying medication? He’s happy to help you monitor if its helping or not.

Need something else? He’s there to encourage you to tell your doctor something isn’t working.

You start to have brighter days. 

Sometimes your gloomy days have a rainbow in the distance. 

He never lets go when things are thunder and storm. 

Of course one visit doesn’t change your life. It’s going to be a journey; a long road to repair what you’ve endured and a promise to continue your journey if there’s ever a bump in the future.

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Dumpling (@achubbydumpling) reblogged my chubby Bucky Orbeez belly post (x) with the tags:

#bear bear bear bear bear bear bear bear bear bear #I'm fine I swear just 😳😳 *bear* #and Steve's comments about him bulking for winter!!!

And it set off a bomb in my head. So, welcome back, Dumpling. You're already making me feral. Have this as an offering 😂

Warning for unbeta'd stucky belly kink ahead, lots of stuffing, bloating, tight clothes, talk of weight gain/eventual immobility, animal play (nickname "bear"), humiliation/teasing, etc.

It’s been a long day of training recruits at Stark Tower (Steve never liked the look of that building. It’s a big eyesore as far as he’s concerned. But, he’s at least come to appreciate the people in it more and more, especially now that he isn’t the ring leader, it’s Sam’s turn to do all that, making commands). So, Steve is more than happy to be home, shouldering his way through their front door, shrugging out of his leather jacket, shoes, and listening for any sort of noise that might indicate where Bucky is inside. He’s really looking forward to seeing Bucky again. Even 8 hours can feel like too long to be away.

There’s ambient noise from the TV, so Steve heads there first. When he gets there…

His boyfriend makes the perfect picture of sloth. Laziness. Lethargy. All of that.

It's clear as day, he hasn't moved in the 8 hours Steve has been gone. Clearly, he isn't aware that Steve's back yet, zoning out, staring at the TV. The light flickering and dancing over his face, highlighting the new fullness in his cheeks and the expanded softness underneath what once was a very sharp jaw. He's so invested in whatever show or movie is playing that he doesn't know how much he's eating. It wouldn't surprise Steve if he didn't know he was eating at all. There are bags and bags of snack food piled on the coffee table, a few settled next to his marshmallow soft thighs spread out, large and puffy, on the couch, and even a few bags overflowing onto the floor. Amongst all the processed crap from their well-stocked pantry (living through the Depression will do that to a man, making him stock up like a doomsday prepper) are trays and dishes of microwavable or oven-ready frozen food. The kind that tastes mostly alright but certainly aren’t alright if you're trying to watch your weight. Chalked full of sugar and fat and salt and chemicals that are better not thought about.

Worst of all, Bucky has zoned so far out, eyes trained on the TV, uncaring about everything else, that there's a true pile or crumbs on the top of his gut and speckling his round, girlish chest. His moobs.

He looks like a size 2 sausage in a size 1 casing… maybe a size 3 or 4, even with how his soft fat is bursting out of his poor clothes. Another Depression mindset there, huh, Steve thinks to himself, Bucky has had those (once loose) basketball shorts and that red Henley for months on months. They don't look comfortable, and they're worn out, but he's still crammed himself onto them. Steve knows from doing the laundry that the elastic of those shorts has long given up. It's so worn out and demoralized that the elastic has started to fray apart with strings and rubbery pieces crushed under the weight of Bucky's big belly and accompanying equally huge hips and love handles. The legs, as strangely loose and baggy as they seemed when first becoming acquainted with the future and new fashion, can hardly contain the girth of his thighs. Steve is surprised his legs haven't worn through the inside seams or that they haven't burst when he bends down with an overburdened groan to forage through the lower cabinets. His shirt, though, somehow, his shirt is worse off. It's probably because he's had it for longer. The fabric has been worn so, so thin, Steve can see the tone of his skin through parts of the shirt and… in other places he doesn't need to see through the shirt because the henley has risen up, not even bothering to try and cover his excess fat. Like right now.

Right now, Bucky is zoned out but he's continued to shovel food into his gaping maw like he's starving (far from it, truthfully) and so he hasn't thought to try and make himself decent. The stretched, worn fabric has given up the fight, rolling up to expose more than half of his dome-like gut. It's just… hanging out.

So achingly thick and fat, and marked deeply, lovingly with stretch marks that are so intense they look like he's been clawed at. Thick. Reddish purple. Flushed. He's getting so big! So fast! His skin (and the serum) can't dream of keeping up with his out of control appetite. Steve can hear Bucky's fuzzy tummy churning and sloshing with the unbearable amount of calories he's crammed down his throat from across the room, over the sound of the TV.

Bucky belches and Steve, Lord have mercy, can only stare at the way his belly jolts and quivers. The movement of his swollen, balloon belly is an earthquake that shakes his tits, too. He's so big. Swollen. Steve knows his chest, even though his struggling shirt contains it (for now), is also marked up. It’s literally bursting at the seams with how fat he's making himself. Uncontrollably eating and stuffing and growing. Putting on ample winter weight. But even if he can't see those stretch marks on his chest through his sad excuse for a shirt, Steve can see the engorged outline of his tits, smushed up against the neckline and begging to spill out. His stretched nipples, the cutest shade of pink, are hard and jutting out through the thin fabric.

Suddenly, Steve has to swallow, his mouth flooding with saliva. He licks his lips, imagining tonguing his sensitive nipples through his shirt, making them harder and forcing Bucky to try (and fail) to squirm away, his thick body jiggling in waves. He imagines pulling Bucky's shirt down. He would have to smack his buttery middle until he whimpers and finally sucks in so Steve can fit him back in his shirt. Then, Steve would tease his belly button through the shirt. Maybe he'd lick his belly button, too. Maybe he would bite the hang of his gut where his fat is the thickest and softest.

Steve shivers in place, finding that he can't just stand here and watch anymore. He needs to intervene in the session of gluttony his boyfriend is mindlessly plowing through.

As he walks into the room, getting closer to the mess that Bucky is and the mess he's made, the impulse to touch only gets worse. He's so delectable. Huge and fat. Radiating heat. The hair on his belly is fuzzy and the same deep brown of the hair on the top of his head. Steve is so fucking glad he's decided to let his body hair be. Steve’s developed a thing for Bucky's longer hair - he will never tire of watching Bucky pull it back into a bun. But he’s developed another thing, too. A thing for the hair on his chest, the hair on his tummy (especially), the hair on his legs, even on the hair on his forearms. He looks so… masculine. He’s got this great beer belly shape to him. He can't fool Steve, though, he's all sugar and sweets and food. None of that fat is hard, alcohol-fueled weight. It’s all junk. Anyway, he’s shaped like a big, excessively spoiled, fat man and he's hairy like a man. It's, actually, reminiscent of a teddy bear. Or a real bear - a brown bear. Heavy, fat, and lumbering.

To break him out of his food-coma and brain-melted-TV-coma state, Steve smacks the side of his belly the moment he can, standing in front of him, awed at just how dedicated he is to growing and getting stupid. No thoughts. Just TV. Just calories. Entertainment. Nothing else.

Bucky jumps as much as he can. Which, spoiler, isn't much. He's all bloated and weighted down.

“Look at this thing!” Steve smacks his gut again, the sound satisfying and the look even more satisfying. It's so unbelievably tight at the top. His stomach is undoubtedly stretched to the point of almost popping, but he's got so much fat that all of him still wobbles like extra firm jello. His hands still sink into inches of excess fat. It's all excess. He's excessive. Staying home and doing fucking nothing but adding to his widening ass.

Bucky, once he recovers from his initial shock of being snuck up on (some great assassin he makes), he squawks. Good naturedly offended.

“Is this what you’ve been doing all day, big guy?” Steve asks, sitting down next to him (ignoring the crunch of an empty chip bag (or two) under his ass, he'll pick up after his big butterball later), already knowing the answer and not bothering to wait for his reply. “You’ve been so lazy lately, Buck,” he scolds, gleefully watching how Bucky’s eyes slide shut like he’s savoring it. “The cold weather must be getting to you, huh? Making you crave hot cocoa, soup, and…” Steve looks around, licking his lips, “everything? You tryna get more insulated for the season or what? Goddamn. You are packing it on.”

Even though he really has been stuffing himself like he’s getting ready to hibernate, bedding down in a dim, quiet place surrounded by comfortable blankets and pillows but also a huge, fuzzy gut extending out from him, big enough to be its own entity, Bucky shakes his head insistently, talking through his latest mouthful of over-processed, crappy food, “nohh lazyy, ‘ard work!” He barely keeps all the food in his mouth, his cheeks pooched out, full and bloated. It should be gross. It isn't.

He's so fucking hungry he just can’t stop. It's hot.

Hard work, my ass, Steve thinks. But… also, Steve takes inventory of just how flushed he is and…

Maybe it is hard work.

His face is beet red, his blush diffusing up into his hairline and over his ears as well as spreading all the way down his neck. Hell, his chest is probably red, too. Hot to the touch like he has a fever instead of being too well insulated. His belly is definitely red, too. Steve can see it. There’s no need to imagine. That fucking thing is still hanging out and still bloating bigger. Stretched extremely. So packed and tight that all of his blood is being redirected to send the energy he needs to digest mountains of food. It’s hard work to metabolize through pure sugar and fat.

Bucky’s flushed head to toe and sweating terribly. Sweating like a pig.

Still, Steve shakes his head, letting out a single, “ha!” Before murmuring in sarcastic disbelief, “stuffing your fat face is hard work? Yeah, right, bear. Bulking comes naturally to you.”

Bucky shakes his head more frantically as he finishes chewing and swallows.

“It's’hard!” He protests.

Steve has a million jokes immediately. Hard. Yeah.

As Bucky shakes his head more, his double chin triples for a moment. Steve has to fight a moan from coming up. He's so soft.

Then, to show how much he means it - it’s hard work - he plucks at his barely surviving shirt, un-scrunching the fabric to reveal the crescent moon sweat stains from under his flabby, heavy breasts. Steve just raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. So, next, Bucky lifts his arms clumsily - the wings of fat under his upper arms jiggling - to show that he’s also got wicked pit stains from getting so hot.

“You’re sweating? Pfft. Anything would make you sweat, tubby, you’re so out of shape.” Steve teases him, loving the reaction he’s getting. Hot and bothered. He's saying it to say it. Bucky has a lot of shape these days. Much better shape than the soldier he once was. “You can hardly lumber around the apartment without getting red in the face. Waddling from one room to the next means you need a minute to catch your breath like you've actually done something impressive.” Steve laughs meanly. “Honey, even the tuckered out, sore, and barely-trained new recruits I've been working with could beat you after a day of working out!”

“But my belly hurts!” Bucky protests again, whining, “my abs are all stretched out! ‘M sore, too!” He pouts, huffing, “‘s not fair to me either.” When he crosses his big (fat, not muscle, not anymore) arms over his chest, all he succeeds in doing is looking more adorably grumpy and giving himself deep, deep cleavage. It's not intimidating in the slightest.

Steve's mouth actually goes dry, eyes lost in his cleavage for a moment. That can't stop him, though. He's having too much fun with Bucky. Teasing him. What's he gonna do anyway? He can't fucking move. “Abs?” Steve recovers enough to draw a curved line down the front of his heavy, round belly where there used to be an impressive cut between rock-solid muscle. “Oh, Buck, honey, you don’t have those. They're all gone.”

Bucky whines, but the wiggle of his oversized hips says otherwise to his verbal complaints. He's enjoying this.

“You couldn’t even pull yourself off the couch if I tried to make you,” Steve lays it on thick, pinching all the extra flab he can fit between his four fingers and thumb. An overflowing handful. “There’s no way you’d be able to do a single fuckin’ sit up. Your abs are long, long gone.”

Bucky huffs at him, wiggling again, trying to prove him wrong.

Steve watches him, hot to the core, as he struggles to sit up straighter, less reclined into the soft couch with all his soft mass, then struggles to work around the ball of his tummy, trying to reach forward, leaning over the expansive thing, and do… something, anything. He can't. His fingers wiggle in mid-air, arms out straight in front of him.

Overall, he barely moves an inch. A sheen of sweat glistens above his upper lip.

Steve represses a shiver when he realizes his blue-grey eyes locked on target, that he's reaching for a box of snack cakes. Oatmeal creme sandwich cookies. A classic. He can't ever resist them. He’s got a tooth for everything, but especially sweets. And even with the feast spread out around them, it's a miracle any of the oatmeal creme pies are surviving in that box, let alone 4 of them. There were 12 in the box, that's only 3/4ths of it! He can do better. Steve will help him do better, like he always does. He's so nice.

Bucky flops heavily back onto the couch, panting impressively hard for having done no work at all. He blows a lock of hair out of his face. His chest and belly are heaving.

Without opening his mouth, just looking at him, Steve communicates, I told you so. He sighs, satisfied, and neatly and easily bends at the waist to reach the box himself, “you ate your way right outta that fit, little body, a long, long time ago, Buck. Now look at yourself.” He manhandles some of his big, big body. Jiggling waves of fat. Fuck. Before he gets too carried away, Steve shakes out one of the snack cakes.

And Bucky moans softly as Steve tears the clear plastic packaging of one of the cookies, opening it and positing himself to feed him.

Holding it to his lips, watching his pretty, white teeth and full, pink lips and wet tongue, Steve talks him through downing more calories on an already overfull stomach, “and, oof, baby, the way you’re going, you’re never gonna get that summer body back.” Shaking his head when Bucky takes another ravenous, large bite, he adds, “you're like a bear! Packin’ it on for winter, but…” Steve clicks his tongue, pretending to be disapproving rather than drooling over the mind-melting changes. All the weight. Piling on. Rolls on rolls on rolls. Inches added to his waist (and his everything). “Not even months of sleeping off all this food is gonna make you skinny again.”

Bucky finishes the snack cake. He burps.

“There’s not gonna be any seasonal fluctuations. You’re too greedy. You won't let that happen, will you, bear?” Steve smirks, smacking his tender belly hard enough to leave him whining. He shakes his head. Steve smacks him again. “No, you won't. You’re too fat! So fat. And you love it. All this winter weight, it's gonna stick around.”

Bucky shakes in place, both from the anticipation, imagining all that heavy, heavy, hot weight appearing on his body all at once. Ballooning. Expanding. Growing. Getting bigger and bigger and bigger now, putting on hundreds of pounds immediately. Now. Please. And from the more immediate threat of Steve opening another little cake. He’s relentless.

Bucky bites into it anyway. Eyes rolling back into his head.

“Next winter, you’re just gonna be bigger. Then, the winter after that, you're gonna be bigger, too.” Steve could coo at how Bucky nods, thoughtless and docile. “You're gonna be the fattest bear ever. Definitely the fattest I’ve ever seen with this fuzzy tummy dragging on the ground between your thick thighs and arms.”

Lips smacking, Bucky demolishes the last of the oatmeal creme pie, “more?” He begs, eyes soft and round. Just as soft and round as he is. Though it's hard to match…

Really hard.

His stomach is actively bloating bigger. Expanding like a marshmallow in the microwave. Steve lets his mouth run, smashing the next and next snack cake into him, feverishly rambling, “you're gonna be overheating in your cave, Buck. Too fat for winter, hmm? You ever heard of that?”

Crumbs on his face, hands on his overburdened gut, trying and failing to soothe the bursting-at-the-seams ache of his stomach and stretching fat, Bucky tells him no with another shake of his head. He's even redder now. Sweatier. Working harder. Panting. Moaning softly through every heaving, gasping breath. Too much. Too much. Not enough.

“Well, it's gonna be you, bear,” Steve growls, letting his boyfriend lick the remaining sugar from his fingers, wiping his hands on his stretched-out shorts, and then joining him to grab and massage and shake his gurgling, expanding belly, “you're gonna be a bear too big, with so much lard packed onto ‘im that he could survive winters back to back to back without having to bulk back up in between. Hell, how're you even gonna crawl in your cave and bed down, bear? You're too big for the entrance now, I bet. Can't fit through! What am I gonna do with you?”

Bucky groans, his head thrown back. His thick, pale, fat neck looks juicy and tempting. Steve wants to bite him, he wants to choke him, he wants to shove a hose down that throat and funnel calories into him to really blow him up.

“What. am. I. gonna. do. with. you?” Steve wonders, smacking and pinching and groping his sensitive belly to punctuate each word.

Miraculously, Bucky answers, crying out, “feed me! Feed me more!”

“More, bear?” Steve nearly chokes in disbelief, “how are you gonna fit more in you!? You're already so big! I don't think you can get bigger without exploding.”

“Wanna be,” he slurs, drunk, head lulling to the side and eyes glassy, “wanna be heavier.”

“You'll break our bed,” Steve whispers harshly, rubbing big circles on his massive belly. Trying to touch as much of it as possible at once. He fucking loves this jelly belly.

“Don't- don't care,” he pants, his poor, poor shirt has rolled up more, covering exactly none of his bear’s gut. It's aaaaaall hanging out. Flabby yet tight and marked. “You said! Too big for my den. Wanna be.”

“Ohh, you wanna get stuck in the doorway, hm? These fat hips too damn big to get through.” Steve chuckles to himself, playing with his body, fat and doughy all over, “gonna come home one day and find you like fuckin’ Winnie the Pooh, aren't I, baby? With your head stuck in a jar of honey, belly too wide to get outta the fuckin’ front door. But you're too dumb to learn your lesson aren't you? You'll do it again. Stuff yourself again. Bigger. Fatter. You just keep forgetting that you don't need to put on more weight.” He frowns theatrically.

Bucky whimpers. All needy and desperate. He's plush with extra weight. So touchable and firm and blubbery.

“Oh, bear, you're so stupid,” Steve coos, “it's precious. You're just so greedy, and you can't help it. It's instinctual. More more more. You just want more. You wanna bulk up and hibernate constantly, won't be happy until you’re one huge blimp.”

“Yea-h, yeahh, I can't, can't help it,” Bucky works out the words, still catching his breath. It's not helping that Steve is touching him like he's a giant stress ball. Squeezing. Groping. Feeling all that heavy, heavy food sitting in his poor, abused belly.

“I just don't know what to do with you, bear! You don't know what's good for you, and you're getting so terribly fat.” He clicks his tongue, “tsk, tsk, but I can't help it, either, just look at that sweet face! How am I supposed to say no to you? Even when you're too heavy to get off your fat ass and you're telling me to get you more…” he sighs, “I can’t help it. So. I hope you're ready to balloon, bear. ‘Cause there's no stopping you.”

“Yes!” Bucky moans through a hiccup, “bigger!”

[fridayiaminlove]

Just need sleep, together if possible

Pairing: Bucky x reader (can be platonic or not) (descriptions of the reader: has a foot, a hand and is able to speak)

Summary: Bucky wants sleep and his body needs it. He doesn't want to be alone though.

Warnings: warmth, sleeping with someone on the same bed (non sexually), slight insecurity on Bucky's side

Word count: 350- 400 ish?

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You heard the click of the door opening and immediately knew who was there. Keeping your eyes shut and breathing even, you wait, wait for his next move.

You meant it when you told Bucky he can come to your room to sleep, to talk or just for silent company whenever he wants.

His brooding closed off personality is a great front but you know he doesn't like his cold, dark room, doesn't like sleeping on the floor or his bed and after the first time he slept in your room because of a nightmare, you told him he's always welcomed. Since then you always leave space on one side of the bed . No one likes being lonely

You also know if you woke up and told him to come in he'd just be embarassed and make some excuse to go back, so you remain there, still as possible.

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Bucky was overthinking this he knew that. He knew you were serious about him sleeping in your room, still ofcourse he felt like an invader.

But god he wanted to sleep, his floor is rock and his bed a marshmallow, his mind doesn't allow him to sleep on either of those.

You though, are very comfortable- your bed he means. It's warm, he likes it- he likes you, And right now he likes sleep.

He creeps inside, slowly closing the door behind him, trying not to wake your sleeping form, facing away from him. He lies down in the empty space beside you, you always seem to sleep in a corner.

'What now' his mind wonders staring at the ceiling uncomfortably still. 'God this is a bad idea'

He starts to get up. You turn. He stares. You don't.

Lifting your body slightly, you pull the sheets over him ultimately stopping him from going back. Bucky studies you, so close to his vibranium arm now.

Before lying back down you raise the sheets with your foot and throw them over his feet.

Safe.

He watches you lie back down and close your hand around his, pressing your forehead to his bicep "I am here okay, whenever" you whisper before moving back to your side.

Warmth. The sheets are warm.

Comfort. His shoulders drop

Relief. He's glad he came.

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A/n: just a short blurb I wrote at 2am. Constructive criticism is needed. Help. All mistakes are mine.

[maivolpe]

could i request something reeeaaaallly fluffy? 🥹

totally not based off of my boyfriend... who would even think of such a wild concept... thank you for requesting nonnie ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: cursing wc: 589

it was a slow day. rain trickling down windowpanes, the sky grey and cloudy. sam had invited you and bucky over for coffee, as was the norm these days. you all found comfort in the routine, especially bucky. most days it was hard for him to get out of bed, but his hard-headed partner and gentler girlfriend did their best to come up with ways to help him out. though he would never admit it, he looked forward to coffee sundays. it gave him some semblance of normalcy.

you'd sat at sam's kitchen table, nibbling on warm croissants while you drank your coffee. well, while the boys drank your coffee. you'd opted for a hot chocolate once before, and now sam always had it ready for you, complete with mini marshmallows.

that was hours ago, and now it was around noon. the midday slump had hit the three of you, ratatouille playing quietly on tv as you draped yourselves over the couch. you were curled up in a ball, wrapped in a worn blanket you'd claimed. bucky was sprawled on his stomach, taking up the rest of the space, while sam had found himself a perch, crouching on the arm of the couch. how he could spend more than three minutes like that, you couldn't fathom.

there was a lull in conversation, no one talking for almost an hour, until bucky shifted in his spot to sit up.

"god, sam," the super-soldier complained, wrapping his arms around himself. "it's like cryo in here."

sam scoffed. "i don't see you paying to heat this house, barnes."

"sorry you don’t make enough to heat your own house, birdbrain,” bucky grumbled.

sam rose from the couch and left the room, mumbling something about old men and inflation, leaving you and bucky on the couch together.

"sweetheart, could i borrow your sweatshirt?" he asked, a chill running through his body. "only for a minute, i promise. i'm just so damn cold."

you giggled, nodding as you pulled it over your head. "it's a good thing i got it oversized, huh?"

there was no answer.

"baby?"

you looked up, concerned at his silence. he was staring, his eyes tracking the curves of your body and settling on a patch of skin peeking out where your tank top rode up. he was completely mesmerized.

“bucky!”

his head snapped up to meet your eyes, a flush creeping up his face. he offered you a shy smile. “sorry.”

you laughed in disbelief. “james buchanan barnes, we have been together for four years.”

he let out a little giggle, his eyes once again fixed on your body. “four years and you’re still gorgeous as the day i met you. maybe even more, doll.”

suddenly it didn't matter that sam kept his house at antarctic temperatures, or that you were in just a tank top. you were warm from the inside out.

"c'mere, baby,” you cooed.

he dragged himself towards you, and you helped him tug the sweatshirt on. it fit him just right, his tousled hair peeking out of the hood.

you pressed a kiss to his forehead, your hands cupping his cheeks as he watched you earnestly.

“you’re beautiful,” he breathed.

“as are you, my love.”

he tucked his head under your chin, nuzzling into your neck. “y’make me nervous, pretty girl.”

you giggled, wrapping your arms around him. “you’re funny.”

sam stuck his head around the corner, gagging at the two of you. “i know y’all ain’t publicly displaying affection in my house.”

“shut up, birdbrain.”

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ko-fi ♡

[buckybarnesfanfiction]

my all time favorite bucky fanfics (PART 1)

SOME OF THESE FANFICS MAY BE UNFINISHED, ETC.!

SOME OF THESE FANFICS MAY BE RATED 18+!!!!

Part two linked below:

CHECK TAGS!!!!!!!

List under the cut....

the encoding specificity principle (please, i am not your science project)

Imagine Tony & Bucky

Dig No Graves

Of Dates and ...

"Pozhaluysta."

His Spiders

And All The Children

whisper Words to me

Crashing Series

Stucky Ficlets

The Man On The Bridge

sheltered by the night

Sacrifice and Reassurance

Feeling Blue

The Cradle of Power

Uh oh! Here I go writing Bucky/Brock again!

Tony Stark Is Not a Mother Hen (Unless He Is)

cool guys don’t look at explosions

Resistance Is Futile

[you're all i need]

Not Easily Conquered

And Still, You're Next To Me

Hope to Bring Out All the Life Inside You

Such Sweet Revenge

God, I Hope It's the Hormones

A Happy Omega, A Happy Home

Winteriron Winter Stocking Art Fills

Tear Down These Walls for Me

You're the Closest to Heaven that I'll Ever Be

Muzzle

Thanksgiving From Under the Table

Day IV: Shock

Moments from Potato-land

Imagine Tony & Bucky

Let’s be real, Bucky would be on Team Iron Man

Better Than McDonalds

Advice From The Hornet's Nest

Probably The Most Fucked Up Story I'll Ever Write

Sharing a bed

Indelible

14 tips on loving a brainwashed ex-assassin

when will it be enough

Broken Peace

All is Fair in Love and War

Bucky and the Wilsons

Benefit of the doubt

Drowned In Darkness

Hidden Away in My Heart

Damaged

Peppermint Marshmallows Are Not A Food Group

All I want for Christmas

Even Darkness Must Pass

Breathe

Accidents Happen

The Embarrassing Truth of Crushes

IronWinter Holiday Exchange

Boom, Boom

Heatstroke

Nine Months to Learn to Love you

Incentive

Tony Stark’s Guide for the Care and Feeding of Recovering Assassins

Eyes That Haunt

Welcoming the Wolf, part 1

The WinterIron Files

WinterIron

The Demonstration

Winter and His Mechanic

Who is the Mechanic?

The One Where Clint is Bucky's Weakness

Fractures (Filled With Liquid Gold)

Winter is Running

The Night Before The Break Of Dawn

Unbreakable

absent

5 plus 1

In From the Cold

It Only Takes One

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ok bc wdym Steve and Bucky spending their first Christmas together as a couple. wdym them going all out in terms of decor and fake snow literally e v e r y w h e r e, a huge tree in the living room just because they can afford it and have the space, and fairy lights all over the house to make it look even more magical at night. Steve making them both French hot chocolate on the stove in the days leading up to Christmas because he's like that, and bucky thanking him with kisses that turn into more before they can even finish drinking. Steve waking bucky up with an entire breakfast spread and Bucky giving Steve a handmade Christmas card with a terribly sweet message inside. the two of them sitting on the furry white carpet by the tree in their pajamas to open presents for each other, grins never leaving their faces, Steve with his camera out every couple of minutes to snap a candid shot of his pretty boyfriend focused on getting open some wrapping paper. them leaving the mess to clean up later because home alone is playing and they're comfy enough on the couch together, their legs tanged up and buckys head on Steve's chest as they breathe together. and later? Steve going out to the animal shelter to pick up alpine, the sweet white cat the two of them have wanted to adopt for weeks now. he puts a little bow on her head and introduces her to Bucky the moment they come into the door, which makes Bucky begin to cry at how sweet they both are. the three of them sitting by the fire in theevening sharing a bowl of marshmallows (and cat treats for alpine) as they bask in the magic of Christmas.

I wanted to send you some fluff tonight as i just know our boys love Christmas just as much as I do!!! merry Christmas 🎄💖

ARCHIE, YES.

Y-E-S.

THIS IS SO FUCKING SWEET.

I love this. I love this for them. I love, love, love how you added Alpine into this, she fits so perfectly into this! I can just see her with a little silver bow on her head that is immediately knocked off and batted around with her soft paws and pink toes. Ugh, my heart!

I can't add anything to this because this is perfect and adorable! It's so picturesque and ideal, and *yes*.

Thank you so much for this treat!!

[riveramorylunar]

The pit’s fire was all the warmth Y/N needed that night. It was bright enough to scare the darkness away and what could bother to hide in it.

Its fire that it held in stone and dying wood, would bring life to her face. The defined features feeling the graze of its heat as it speckled its spotlight on her and her crew of four.

It was just the small group of friends that invited the girl to go camping with them.

A particular blonde would be the reason for that though. “So, Y/N, we normally don’t see you a lot lately. It’s like you’ve become a hermit.”

Steve Rogers would say with a small awkward smile as he sat next to you in his blue and red camping chair that would squeak every so often when he moved. “Oh-, it’s just because of homework and other school stuff you know? It’s been keeping me busy and stuck up in my room.”

Y/N replied to her classmate and friend while waving a small hand gesture as she talked.

“And, um- well you know finals too! Things need to be turned in and graded before the due date because you know… um- graduation.”

She said partially lying. She actually was trying to get things turned in so her grades looked as nice as a straight line of hammered nails in a block of wood. But to be more truthful, she was mostly binge watching horror movies all over again. Scream, A Nightmare on Elm Street, all the Halloween movies, Trick or Treat, all the old classics!

“Huh, you could have just done a study group with us.”

He would simply say while gesturing to Bucky, Natasha and Wanda who were just having a conversation until his words interrupted them causing the spotlight to be on the girl who was just trying to enjoy the night without disturbance.

“Well—“

Y/N dragged the “L” in her one worded speech as she scratched the back of her neck while avoiding the glances.

“Steve, leave her alone. She probably wanted privacy from your chattering mouth.”

Bucky interrupted with a small smirk as his comment made Steve’s ears as red as an elf’s.

“Do I really chatter that much?”

Steve asked while leaning back in his seat causing another squeak to be heard. That thing was too old, like him, himself but in the mind. “Yes.” Was the simple answer that spewed out of everyone’s mouth. “Roger, not to be rude but sometimes when we’re studying you’ll mumble for hours on how we should be on task and how important this project is without even starting it.”

Natasha spoke while crossing her legs to eat a Marshmallow that was almost burnt to the crisp, but in her words. “It was better that way, crisp outside and gooey inside is the way to go.” Her words repeated in Y/N’s head for a second from earlier.

As her mind was having a small relapse. Her closed off brain would return once it heard bloody murder but it was just Wanda when she looked up quickly. Natasha had flung a small leaf that resembled a dead bug at her. The laughter in the air was intoxicating and she would soon suck it all in too causing a small laugh to escape her lips that played a small smile at Wanda. She was her horror buddy and from her looks she gave Y/N earlier would say she probably already knew what she was doing the entire time up in her room which is honestly understandable because a small horror break isn’t a bad thing. She just wished Y/N invited her along, which will cause a long conversation in the car once the group starts to head back tomorrow in the morning. “Okay- okay, I’m sorry Nat!”

Wanda said with laughter being her oxygen now.

“Do not steal my marshmallow again!”

Natasha said with a pout playing on her face that made it more funny. “It’s not my fault you have to make such good marshmallows-“

Which was a lie because Y/N clearly remembered how Wanda had a small fight with Natasha on what was the proper way to cook with marshmallows for a food drive when they were making small sweet desserts. While the argument began, Y/N would hear something behind her... It was only the wind she thought, but the heavy breathing didn’t sound like the screeching wind. Gloved hands would grab at her shoulders which caused her to scream from her throat like a rooster at day. The laughter for Wanda soon became Y/N’s as Steve let go of her shoulders and took off the bloody hockey mask.

“And I thought you weren’t afraid of scary things-“

Steve’s chuckle caught in every word as he sat back down causing another damn squeak. “Ya, I’m not when it’s in movies, jackass.”

She said while punching his shoulder. “Don’t tell me you brought that damn mask.”

Bucky said while glancing back at him. “It was for the scare but you know how I like to get when I tell stories. Especially scary ones.”

Steve said while scraping his fingertips against the rough markings of the “old mask” he probably bought from the dollar store. Bucky never liked scary things for a guy like him which was completely fine. It was just shocking kinda from how he dressed and acted but there’s a surprise to everyone. “Well, since you brought it. Go on and tell the tale of the poor girl who died here.”

Wanda said while sitting up to have her full attention on Steve as he was the best to tell these types of things. “Well perfect timing, I need to go take a piss so I’m out of here.”

Bucky announced while standing up, the fire making it easier to see his fake arm. “Gross, you don’t have to announce it every single time whenever you need to take a piss Bucky.”

Nat said with a cringe expression that strained over her pale face. “Well I’m sorry, I’ll go use the “powder” room.”

He mocked as there was no bathroom unless you wanted to walk far to the community one, which no one wanted to do at this time, this dark.

Y/N rolled her eyes at them before nudging Steve to continue. “Go on, I want to hear this one.”

She said while sitting up a little straighter.

“Well, we all know the well known fact that this place used to be an old boot camp, that’s why you can find so many old cabins and obstacle courses.

It’s said a girl was dropped off here by her father on the first day of summer. Her name was Maria and was said to be the only girl there causing her to be toyed with by the boys. She shocked most of them on what she could do and how much strength she already had, but that didn’t stop some from picking on her.”

He explained while he lifted the mask up to rest against his chin. “They would push her in mud, pick fights with her, frame her about things that she didn’t do. All the high school bully shit one could go through. They tried to make it hell for Maria at the point she would leave, but she couldn’t.”

Steve said while gesturing with his broad hands that waved in the cool air around them. “It was seven weeks stuck at the boot camp when they were practicing with real grenades for the training course that week. Grant, one of the kids at the boot camp, would invite her towards the lake with a small group of friends he had. Of course she wouldn’t oblige until he mocked her, calling her a coward. With a sharp glare she would follow him to prove what he said was wrong. When they made it they managed to gather extra grenades somehow. They would be throwing them in the big lake to create giant explosions of water that were too far for any superior officer to hear or notice. Grant would give Maria a grenade and invited her to throw one. She didn’t like the waste in supplies and she could tell it was a waste of fish too as she saw the corpses of scales and fish eyes in the gloomy water. Without her knowledge, Grant gave her one without the pin. As she held it she was about to give it back to him before all of sudden the boy pushed her in the lake. The bomb exploded as she hit the water!”

He would say loudly as he stood up for a dramatic effect. As if on queue, a loud snap in the trees would alert the three. “That was probably Bucky coming back, or just an animal.”

Wanda would say with a small chuckle as she combed her hand through her long hair. They would go back to the haunting tale, but Y/N’s eyes lingered in the darkness, hoping something would reveal itself but nothing did. Probably a bird… she thought.

“Anyway- heh Um.. she was said to have died from drowning in the water, but it’s said a lightning strike is what brought her back to life as it flowed through the lake’s body.

Pulling herself out of the lake she would have lost part of her hand, face, she was atrocious to look at! Walking back with more strength than a bear she would break through the cabin doors and revenge herself by killing Grant and his friends…

It’s said she covers her face with a hockey mask that Grant had as a trophy, but others say it’s a reminder of that night.

It’s said if you visit here, you have a chance to find her roaming the old camp grounds, waiting for her father to return and to chase anyone who stays…”

Steve said while placing the mask on his face.

“Okay this story is kinda bulshit- Where did the lighting strike come from all of sudden? how did it bring her back to life?”

Natasha spoke as she leaned back into her red camping chair.

“I don’t know, it was just a part of the story when I was told it.”

Steve explained while Y/N rolled her eyes. “Clearly you never read Frankenstein.”

She said, making Wanda snicker a little.

As they all spoke they would hear footsteps following along branches and leaves that covered the pathway.

“Finally Bucky, how long does it-“

Wanda’s words were interrupted by a plastic arm being thrown in the middle of the group, landing in the fire. If you looked closely enough they could see the specks of red dripping from its melting surface. “Holy fucking shit- Bucky are you insane?!”

Nat would spew words out fast as she stood up looking behind her. She wasn’t met with Bucky’s eyes, different blue irises would stare back- but she wouldn’t know that for now until the figure grew closer. As their footsteps grew louder, their stances would be more frozen in place. A dark mask, weathered and old would show itself in the tinted lighting of orange from the fire. “Ohh- good prank guys! Come on Steve tell Bucky to quit it.”

Nat spoke with some sarcasm as Wanda stepped back a little. “N-Nat, that’s not Bucky!”

Steve yelled but his warning was too late. A hammer would smash against her body’s ribcage. The feeling of her bones crunching and shattering in her would let a scream out through her throat and coughs that burned without a breath of air in between.

Natasha’s body fell in front of them against the dirt ground. One hit wasn’t enough as the steel block beated the body until the squirms and gasping was over like a bug being squished.

As the killer of Natasha was standing back to their full height, Steve would force himself on them. Pushing them to the ground as his hand reached for the hammer. “Run, …Run!”

His words loud and heavy as Y/N and Wanda ran into the forest without a thought on her mind as it was already filled and intoxicated with confusion and fear that crawled among their skin. Y/N could hear the blonde’s screams from afar as the beating of steel and flesh meat would echo to ears that were blocked by palms to hide away from the horrific noise. As they ran Wanda’s eyes would widen and reflect the hanging Bucky against tree branches. The murder scenes from horror movies didn’t prepare her eyes to see the unrecognizable body of her friend.

Y/N would pull the frozen Wanda along by her wrist until the heavy breathing of a woman would come closer. Calloused hands gripping the wrist of the brunette would force a whimper out of her lips as they pulled her closer to them harshly. If it wasn’t for the killer’s strength, Wanda would have had a chance at running away if it hadn’t for the harsh pull of her arm that yanked the humérus from its socket. The yank would force her face into the bloody hammer.

The sprinkle of blood sprayed against Y/N’s face lightly caused a sickness to dawn on her and a feeling that made her mouth gape open but nothing would come out but noises of squeaks and words that couldn’t escape her vocals completely. Y/N’s hands covering her face as if it was to hide and be safe, to not see the dull eyes that were hooded through the creases of a mask she could barely see from the darkness. Y/N could hear the breathing, but couldn't feel the heat of a body that would normally radiate off of someone. But it was only a guess and a need to be safe that she swung her fists towards the tall being. Eyes still closed she would hear a small grunt and groan before the sound of an object hit the dirt ground that crackled dying leaves.

E/C eyes would meet the face that flourished at moonlight. Only a small examination would tell her the anger that she felt around this woman she saw. Even if a third of her face was blown off and the rest scarred wouldn’t stop her from seeing the clenched jaw and the creased brow that hung above the eye. It came to realization that this… was Maria from the boot camp tale.

As it finally strikes Y/N’s head she would be pushed against a tree’s bark that pierced her back through thin fabric.

“I’m going to murder you.”

The heavy breath that followed along with words that rasped out of cut lips and clenched teeth. The heaving body in front of her was like an animal’s.

The shock of this reveal was too overwhelming for the body as Y/N couldn’t utter a word out, and if she tried it would only be a cry that would be barely auditable. Maria would drop her hammer to the ground and grab the woman by her neck to rise from the soil and beat her back against the tree harshly one more time. As bony hands choke Y/N out of oxygen that her lungs died to inhale, so would her vision as it became a blur of tears and how light headed she became. Y/N’s hands would give a fighting chance and scratch at the muscled arms and hands but her nails digging into spoiled skin wouldn’t harm or disturb this psychopath.

But she wasn’t strong enough, and the loss of air didn’t help much either. Her hands giving out and only settling against the wrists of Maria.

Sight becoming vivid, would make the killer’s face a blur, only recognizing those glacier eyes before it became a blank canvas.

When Maria noticed the squirming stopped she would have dropped her body on the crud, grassy ground. Leaving a light thump to be heard.

“Jesus…”

Maria muttered through her lips as she held Y/N’s figure close to her body beneath the blankets on the couch. Her eyes would squint at the scenes being performed before her. She wasn’t really scared but rather disturbed by how violent someone could create a character. “What, scared you?”

Y/N asked with a cocky grin as she leaned her head up to see her girlfriend. “No- not at all- just surprised. It’s not like those other movies we watched. It’s more graphic.”

“Ya.That's why this one is a yes and no for me.

Hey- you know what it’s almost Halloweennn, you could dress up as her!”

Y/N spoke with a smile towards Maria only causing her to chuckle and shake her head. “Hmph, no way in hell.”

“Come on.. please?”

Y/N only needed to ask once with her pleading eyes. It made Maria chuckle and sigh. “Fine- fine, you win Princess.”

Her response made her girlfriend’s eyes become stars as she started to fan over the idea of Maria dressing up as a horror character. “Yesss, it would be perfect! You look so much like her too.”

Y/N would explain excitedly as Maria placed an arm over her shoulder on the couch. Her glacier eyes would slowly glance back at the hammer that was kicked under the small night table’s wooden figure that displayed itself near the front door.

“Ya… I would.”

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!

This was absolutely amazing 😩🤌 I swear I couldn't stop smiling and giggling. Absolutely insane!!! I love it so much thank you thank you thank you for sharing this awesome piece of work 🥹🙏

Serial Killer Maria Hill might be my new favorite Maria Hill variant thanks to you buddy!!

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My little headcanons:

While some people in their inner circle think that some of the WD kids are Daddy's girls/boys, in reality all of the are extremely attached to Reader and are very protective of her. Because when you have two massive alphas as fathers who are completely devoted to most loving person in their world - it's unavoidable.

Lloyd from WUTB totally can dance.

BNW Reader makes the cutest selfies according to Stucky. They put them everywhere they can.

Semi-sexual headcanon, Ransom has a weird ritual with Marshmallow which happens before every big business meeting. Like she has to show him a little more of her cleavage or she has to make out with him in some closet. Completely for motivation and in Ransom's opinion it brings him luck.

their twin boys in particular are protective of their mama, they are 💯 mama’s boys and often take after Steve and Bucky when their mama is being questioned by media or paparazzi who want to get a deep inside look into their family life. The twin boys, who are like mirror images of Steve and Bucky, are also protective of their sisters, despite being younger than them

Lloyd is definitely a good dancer. I like to think that Lloyd also came from a fairly wealthy family and his mother made him take come kind of society club where he has to join cotillion’s and escort debutante’s to formal balls. When Pumpkin finds out, she purposely tries to put him in situations where he would have to dance with other women or herself

Since she hasn’t had the ability in her previous reality to enjoy social media or take selfies, she takes every opportunity to use cute animal filters and takes countless pictures with or without Steve and Bucky. Steve and Bucky love these pictures she takes and has an album specifically dedicated to the progress of her first taking pictures to the latest pictures where she’s entirely more comfortable with her place in their life. There are a few pictures that they keep on their person at all time

Ransom gets irritated before meetings, he’s tired of the constant nattering of the people he’s meeting with. Before the meeting, Ransom needs a taste of Marshmallow before the meeting to give himself a good luck boost, whether it’s a look at the expensive lingerie pieces he bought her under her clothes, or his tongue shove down her throat. Ransom hates the meeting and the people he’s meeting with, they don’t seem to care about reaching the point of their discussion and they like wasting time that would be better spent doing other things. While Ransom comes across as an arrogant dick in these meetings, he knows that outside of the board rooms is Marshmallow who’s waiting for him

[n1tel1te]

Darcy is hit with an airborne toxin while working at Stark Labs after the events of the Snap and being reborn with Jane. After suffering through a sickness for about a week, she recovers enough to come back to work and finds the toxin and it’s cure have had some unintended side effects.

(quick reversal of canon: Steve decides he can’t leave Bucky by himself after seeing Peggy, who lets him go after he meets her in the middle of a third date with a coworker- aka Daniel Sousa. Steve returns home to Bucky and says nothing on the matter though he mourns what might have been.)

Darcy and Jane have been working for Stark since the Return, Jane more convinced than ever that they need the technology behind the rainbow bridge so something like this can’t happen again. They both settle in quick, working closely with Scott and Bruce (there’s a statue of Tony in the lobby). Darcy enjoys flirting with Rhodey when he comes by. Wanda is elusive at first but Darcy eventually corners her with baked goods and organizes ‘girl time’ where she and Wanda attempt to force Jane to watch a movie. Wanda is still broken-hearted over Vision and Darcy thinks she might need a good distraction.

The first time she meets Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, they’ve come to talk to the Science division and Bruce (Pepper authorized it) about a new arm for Bucky. Sam Wilson also tags along, and Darcy has a good back and forth with him. Steve watches on in amusement, and Bucky doesn’t know how to take it when she hits on him, which she likes. When Steve gives as good as he gets she finds herself flushing instead, and admits she’s a bit out of her depth with him to Jane. 

The arm is delayed and the group is to stay the night. Darcy organizes a BBQ while everybody’s around and they have a good night; she makes fast friends with Sam and finds herself drawn to Bucky, who keeps to the outskirts of the festivities. She’s flustered by Steve now but can’t stop herself from pushing. She gets buzzed but not drunk and has a great night flirting and hanging out with friends. 

The next day Bucky’s arm is modified, Darcy gets to say goodbye before they head out and is tempted to ask for a number, but from who? She honestly can’t decide.

A week or so later there’s a disturbance in the labs and a villain crashes their pad. Darcy is with Jane and Bruce, and once Bruce hustles off to find out what’s going on, Darcy and Jane get separated (darcy ducked back into the lab to grab Jane’s comp) when Friday’s emerg protocols kick in due to a biohazard and a steel door slams between them. Darcy yells at Jane to get to the saferoom, and after a coughing fit that shaves a year off her life, passes out. 

When she wakes up she’s in a hospital bed with Jane at her bedside, and Thor beside her. It’s a new development that gets her asking how long she was under for, and it turns out it was just a few days. There was a bit of a scare when they thought she wouldn’t pull through, her fever spiked, but she made it out alright. Thor leaves so Jane can fall apart and tells Darcy not to scare her like that ever again. Darcy promises, images of her limp on the floor dancing in her head, and she pushes it aside thinking that she’s better now. 

She takes a day recuperating before she gets bored and heads back to the labs. Bruce greets her and asks how she is, and hearing his stomach rumble she also says hungry, thinking of roast beef (which she’s never been fond of). When she passes him the food she brought with their hands touch and she experiences a rush of something- rage?? –that knocks her clear off her feet. 

Bruce helps her up and insists she go back to her room to rest; she gets out of there as fast as possible, not looking forward to being assigned more bedrest, and only once she leaves takes a moment to wonder what the hell that was about. PTSD?

Darcy takes a nap and wakes up for dinner, wandering into the cafeteria to find Wanda has pulled Jane aside for food, and Scott is there with them. Wanda and Jane both voice their concern and Wanda presses a cool hand to Darcy’s forehead, swamping her with feelings of worry but also a calming deluge of tenderness, and Darcy leans into her. Both she and Jane usher Darcy to a chair and put together a plate for her, and Darcy feels like she’s suddenly smothered with care. 

When they drift away to the food, Scott asks how she’s been since the attack and Darcy brushes aside the after effects, thinking it’s nothing that won’t disappear in time. Scott tells her he still dreams about being stuck in the quantum realm and they share a quiet moment of understanding. 

Darcy says maybe she should speak to somebody about it and Scott suggests Banner, although he’s not that kind of doctor. Darcy thanks him as Jane and Wanda return to the table and they get to eating. 

~*~*~*~

Things seem to level out after that. Darcy still has odd moments where sudden anger or frustration hit her, or a melancholy she’s not familiar with, but she manages to temper them as best she can and keep on going. About a week after her collapse with Bruce, Sam and Bucky and Steve show up again, lured by the promise of upgraded tech. Sam is getting his wings revamped and one of the Stark minions wants to talk to Steve about his shield. 

Darcy runs into Bucky on her way to the lab, arms laden with metal gadgets for Jane to tinker with. He doesn’t exactly smile at her but he seems to lighten as she comes upon him and she greets him cheerfully. A warm feeling envelopes her and as they talk (he tells her he heard about the attack, asks how she is)  and when he reaches out to steady her hand on the tray she pictures them standing toe to toe, his hands on her hips and hers on his shoulders. Their noses brush. 

She jerks out of the fantasy, embarrassed, when he asks her if she needs a hand with the tray. She’s too caught off guard by how vivid that daydream was and makes excuses, ducking around him and promising to see him at dinner. 

Darcy takes a moment to calm down before she steps into the lab, telling herself her hormones are getting out of control, and once she’s past the door she realizes it’s not just Bruce and Jane there but Steve and Sam as well. They’ve come to visit Bruce and Sam flirts with her a bit but she’s still thrown by what happened in the hall. 

As Sam talks to another of the tech guys, Steve sidles over to Darcy and asks how she is. Darcy brushes the question and his seriousness aside, joking that she’s better now that he’s here, and he leans into her desk while she busies herself shuffling papers around trying not to look at him. She doesn’t know why she suddenly feels so on edge?

She asks how long they’re staying this time and Steve is noncommittal about it, saying they’re not sure. When she goes to sit down he reaches for her seat to pull it out for her just as she does the same, and when their hands graze Darcy has a sudden jolt in the pit of her stomach. His hands feel like they’re abruptly elsewhere, she feels like she’s been pushed into the back of her chair, that he’s right behind her, that he’s slipped under her shirt, that his mouth is at her neck. 

She snaps out of it when he says her name and she wobbles, but darts away from his hands when he tries to steady her. He seems concerned but she tells him she’s just tired, hasn’t been sleeping too well. Sam calls him back over and he wanders away, saying he’ll see her at dinner. Darcy drops into her seat wondering what the hell that was about. 

[buckyalpine]

Smores and Smooches

Bucky x f reader 

This request was SO cute, I loved it so much thank you for this!!  Warnings: Fluff!! Kissing, touching (non sexual) 

Word count: 1.6k 

“Smores time!”

Everyone gathered around the fire, sitting on some logs Steve and Bucky and chopped down; the whole day had gone by setting up camp. You were wrapped up in an oversized sweater plucking a marshmallow from the bag that was being passed around. Tony grabbed a box of chocolate, unwrapping and breaking them into pieces, placing them beside the gram crackers.

“Someone keep an eye on the chocolate, Sam ate it all last time before we even got started”

“It was one time!” Sam scoffed, rolling his eyes, quietly stuffing the wrapper into his pocket before anyone could see.

You shivered, feeling the cool air nip at your back while everyone sat together roasting marshmallows, mindlessly chatting. You wrapped your arms around your body, tucking your knees in but it wasn’t really helping; the fire warmed you perfectly from the front but your back was freezing. Bucky sat beside you, his thighs brushing against yours, taking up most of the space on the log. You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body, the serum made him a human furnace.

“You okay y/n?” Bucky noticed your squirming, eyeing you curiously as you shivered. You nearly warmed up again looking at the handsome super soldier. He looked like a giant warm teddy bear; he had grown beard back and his hair was longer. His jeans were holding onto dear life around his muscular thighs and you just knew his huge arms would be perfect to snuggle in.  

You shifted around trying to warm up for a few minutes before getting up and plopping into Bucky’s lap. Bucky chuckled, wrapping his thick arms around you as you wiggled between his thighs, making yourself comfy. You sighed contently, feeling his body heat warm you up immediately.

“Hi doll” Bucky smiled softly, but inside, his heart was beating erratically. He hoped to God you wouldn’t notice the way his cheeks were blushing the moment you sat down; you fit so perfectly nuzzled against him, he thought he was going to pass out.

“Hi Buck” You felt your face heat up; snuggling into him while continuing to roast your marshmallow, hoping Bucky wouldn’t notice the way your heart was racing. “Sorry, my back was cold are you’re extra warm”

“No problem, I’m here any time doll” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you tighter, his head resting on your shoulder. He loved the way your small frame felt against his body; he practically engulfed you with his size. He adored having you wrapped in his arms, curled up against him comfortably between his legs.

“Did you have smores when you were a kid?”  

Bucky thought for a moment, his brain short circuiting trying to calm his nerves with you in his lap.  

“I think so, but I don’t think they were as good as these”

“Tell me more about what you remember” Bucky held you closer to his chest as he continued to tell you stories from the 1940’s, loving the way you looked up at him with doe eyes.

You blew on your toasty marshmallow before sandwiching it between some gram crackers and chocolate. Bucky grinned watching you moan, taking a giant bite of your smore, licking the sticky melted marshmallow that stuck onto your lips. You looked over at Bucky as he chuckled watching you scarf down the rest. You were the cutest fucking thing in the world and you were right there tucked into his lap.

“You got some on your lips y/n” Bucky chuckled watching you miss a bit of marshmallow, his hand cupping your face, inches away from his. “Here, let me” Your breath hitched as his thumb swiped across your bottom lip, brushing off a few crumbs. His eyes flicked to your lips for a moment before looking at you again.

You always thought Bucky was hot; the man was sex on legs. You loved how much bigger he was compared to you; tall, thick arms and legs, the hard planes of his body left nothing to the imagination, he was all muscle and nothing else. His dark chestnut hair contrasted beautifully with his tan skin; he’d recently started growing it out again and it made you weak in the knees.

But right now, sitting mere centimetres again from him, your noses almost touching, he was beautiful. You could see the reflection of the fire dancing in his blue eyes, his perfect nose, dark lashes, and his lips. They were so pink, pouty, there was no hiding the way your heart was racing now, you could feel your pulse in your fingers.

“Everything okay doll?” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your trance; you didn’t realize you were staring at him the whole time.

“I get nervous around you” Bucky looked at you quizzically, feeling worried that he’d done something to make you uncomfortable.

“Sorry, did I-

“You’re gorgeous” You cut him off before he could finish, clapping your hand over your mouth, your eyes wide when you realized you’d said that out loud. “I- I’m sorry, I can’t believe I said that out loud” You covered your face, scolding yourself for letting that slip out.

Bucky felt his heart jump, blinking a few times, unsure if he heard you correctly. He took your hands away from your face, his heart only melting at the way you looked away, refusing to meet his eyes. He kept his arm around you, the other one moving to cup your face, making you look at him.

“I think you’re gorgeous too y/n” He smiled bashfully at the way you bit your lip nervously, fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater. “Why do I make you nervous” He couldn’t help but love the way you tucked yourself further into him every time you got shy.

“Um, I like you a lot” You whispered and if it wasn’t for his enhanced hearing he would have missed it. “That’s why I get nervous to talk to you” Steve smiled, hearing your little confession, watching the both of you from across the fire. Now if only his best friend would admit he had a raging crush on you as well…

“I like you too, doll” Bucky whispered, his heart nearly beating out of his chest as his thumb caressed your lips. “I love how soft your lips are” You leaned in, your lips brushing with his, shivering when he pulled you closer to him.

“I-I really like when you grow your beard” You blushed, stroking his scruffy cheek; Bucky practically purred, leaning into your touch, your faces so close to each other,  his nose nuzzling yours. “And I like when you grow your hair” Your gently carded your fingers through his soft locks, grazing his scalp making him groan. “I’ve had dreams about how soft it feels”

Bucky chuckled, bumping his nose to yours as you leaned your forehead against his. “How often do you dream about my hair”

“I’ve lost count” You giggled, your hand caressing his beard again.

“Tell me what else you like” Bucky whispered, he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he softly pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was soft, sweet, and perfect, just like you. Your hands slid down to his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. “I like how your arms feel wrapped around me. You feel so warm” You pressed another soft kiss to his lips, lost in the feeling of how body pressed against you.

“I love how you feel in my arms. I love hugging you and holding you close to me” Bucky peppered kisses on your cheeks, he couldn’t get enough of your soft skin. 

“I think you have the most beautiful blue eyes” Bucky closed his eyes as you softy kissed his forehead, your hands cupping his face to kiss his lips again.

You were both completely lost in each other, as Bucky held you close to him, your lips brushing each other, whispering sweet nothings.

“Do they even realize we’re still here” Sam smirked, watching Bucky kiss your nose, only for you to kiss his back. “Can y’all get a tent- Nat slapped a hand over Sam’s mouth, shushing him.

“Will you let them be” She hissed, giggling at the way she could hardly see you tucked away in the super soldiers arms.

“They’re so cute!” Wanda gushed, her nose scrunching watching Bucky hold your face for another sweet kiss, his lips moving softly with yours.

“Yup, they’re so sweet it’s sickening” Clint snorted; Bucky had you cradled against him while you started to fall asleep, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.

“Its late anyway, why don’t we let them have some privacy” Tony got up, the rest of the group following, making their way to their tents. A wicked smile flashed across his face before he started taking one of the tents down.

“What are you doing” Steve cocked an eyebrow, watching Tony dismantle the tent he was supposed to share with Bucky.

“Now they have to share a tent” Tony grinned, proud of himself, he was about to play cupid for two super soldiers. “Go bunk with Nat capsicle”

“B-But- Steve looked at the red head, now it was his turn to become a blushing mess. Nat rolled her eyes, dragging a blushing Steve into her tent.

“C’mon, I don’t bite” she smirked “Sometimes”

***

“You want to go to sleep now baby?” Bucky whispered, noticing it was just you and him left. You nodded; squealing as he carried you over, stopping for a moment when he realized only 1 tent was left.

“We definitely put up enough when we set up this morning” Bucky snorted, shifting nervously by your side.

“You can stay with me if you like” You smiled up at him, unzipping the front, pulling his hand to crawl in with you. You both snuggled into your sleeping bag as Bucky pulled you against him to lay on his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You sighed contently, feeling his lips kiss your forehead before you drifted off to sleep.

“Good night my babydoll”

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