#bucky is a marshmallow on the inside

[orellazalonia]

Found some footage of unhinged!reader training rookies:

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I’M DYING LOL AND IT WORKS SOMEHOW. So, that got me thinking how would she train them…. Now we turn it into a Drabble/blurb [Confession: I don’t know the difference between those two yet LOL] Happy reading! Also greetings! Thank you so much, always so nice seeing you around. Thanks for following along!!! :D

Unqualified, Unhinged, and Unforgettable

Summary: A bunch of excited, hopeful rookies have the absolute displeasure honor of being trained under you.

Word Count: 700+

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The rookies were excited. Nervous, but excited.

After all, they’d been assigned to training with one of the Avengers. A respected, battle-hardened legend. Probably someone like Steve Rogers. Or maybe Natasha Romanoff! God, even Sam Wilson would be incredible.

“Wait,” One of them whispered. “Who’s that?”

You walked onto the training mat holding a stick of string cheese like a cigarette, wearing mismatched socks and aviators. You pointed the cheese at them.

“Morning, nerds.”

The recruits glanced at each other.

“…Are you the trainer?” One asked hesitantly.

You bit the cheese, chewed, and nodded. “Absolutely. Avengers’ top strategic mind. Fun fact, I have never successfully used a revolving door. You’ll respect me soon enough though.”

One recruit hesitantly raised their hand. “Why are you barefoot?”

“I fight better when grounded to the earth’s vibrations,” You replied. “Also I couldn’t find my shoes.”

And so began the most absurd training session in S.H.I.E.L.D. history.

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Hour 1:

You paired them off. “First, pick a partner. Then pretend they just betrayed you in a high-stakes casino heist.”

They hesitated, looking around at each other as they tried to process the instruction. You shouted, “Feel the betrayal! Feel the drama! Slap them if you need to!”

One poor recruit started sobbing. Another screamed, “I LOVED YOU, TYLER,” and tackled their partner into a fountain.

You applauded. “Amazing. Raw and painful. That’s real combat.”

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Hour 2:

You rolled a blender onto the mat with duct tape, Christmas lights, and three timers.

“This,” You announced dramatically, “is your bomb.”

“That’s a blender,” Someone whispered slowly.

You leaned in, deadly serious. “That’s what they want you to think.”

The rookies huddled, genuinely trying to figure it out. One made the mistake of cutting the red wire (which was actually a Twizzler). The blender turned on and shot glitter everywhere.

“That was a decoy,” You told them solemnly. “Now you’re covered in regret and sequins.”

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Hour 3:

You took them on a “field simulation” which turned out to be a surprise shopping trip to IKEA.

“Navigate this labyrinth. Assemble a chair. Use only hex keys and trauma.”

Two recruits got lost in the kitchen model displays. One called you from inside a wardrobe. You refused to help.

“If you can’t escape IKEA,” You said, eating a meatball with your bare hands, “How will you escape Hydra?”

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Aftermath

When the rookies returned to HQ, some crying, some covered in glitter, and one holding an emotional support fern; they were never the same.

But they were better, somehow. Sharper and unpredictable. Capable of disarming actual bombs and Swedish furniture with nothing but rage and a plastic fork.

Bucky found you later in the common room, sitting on the couch, eating marshmallows with chopsticks and watching a documentary on nuclear fission at max volume. You were also wearing his hoodie, which meant you were either thriving or about to cause an international incident.

He leaned in the doorway, arms crossed. “You turned those rookies into emotionally unstable weaponized gremlins.”

You didn't look away from the TV. “I prefer the term ‘innovative prodigies.’”

“They challenged Sam to a duel using plungers and grief metaphors.”

“They need to learn how to weaponize emotion. That’s day three material.”

“They built a working trebuchet and launched my motorcycle onto the roof.”

You finally turned to look at him. “And did it not work?”

Bucky stared at you. “You trained them for one day.”

You gave him a slow blink, then gently offered him a marshmallow with the chopsticks. “You love me.”

“I love you,” He said flatly, taking the marshmallow. “I also think you might be a war crime in human form.”

You grinned. “That’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”

He walked over and dropped his head into your lap with a tired sigh, arm slinging around your waist. “Next time you train anyone, I’m sedating you first.”

“Won’t happen but that’s fair,” You said, petting his hair with one chopstick. “But you have to admit… they’re kind of unstoppable now.”

From down the hallway came a loud bang, a screech of victory, and someone yelling, “FOR SCIENCE AND THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP!”

You sipped juice from your “World’s Best Trainer” mug and said softly, “My legacy begins.”

Bucky just groaned. “God help us all.”

[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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[supercap2319]

Could you write a comfort story where Bucky Barns comforts male reader for felling like shit because he is dishonest by his parents while at the same time his friends kick him out of the friend group. Please, I would really appreciate it.

The rain hit the windows like it was angry. The wind howled like a wounded animal. You sat on the edge of your bed in the small apartment Bucky had insisted you crash in. “just for a while.” He’d said. But even with the warm light of the room and the gentle hum of the heater, everything still felt cold.

You didn’t cry. Not because you didn’t want to, but because it felt like crying would give the pain more power. Like letting it out would make it more real.

Disowned.

That word still echoed like a bell that wouldn’t stop ringing. And as if that wasn’t enough, the people you’d once called your friends, the ones who laughed with you, made plans with you, promised they’d always be there, kicked you out like you were a burden they were tired of carrying.

You flinched at the sound of the door opening.

“Hey,” Bucky’s voice came, low and rough but warm, always warm when it was directed at you.

He stepped in quietly, his metal arm gleaming slightly under the dim light, holding two mugs of hot chocolate. You stared at him for a moment, unsure how to even begin explaining the black hole inside your chest.

He handed you one mug and sat beside you, leaving a comfortable space between.

“I didn’t put marshmallows,” he said gently. “Didn’t know if you were the type.”

You gave a dry laugh that didn’t reach your eyes. “Right now, I don’t know what type I am anymore.”

Bucky stayed quiet, nodding. He sipped his drink. “You know… I’ve been tossed aside before. Thought I was too far gone, too broken. Friends turned their backs. People I trusted… disappeared when things got hard.”

You looked at him then, and he wasn’t trying to look wise or philosophical. He just looked honest. Real.

“Hurts like hell.” Bucky continued. “But you know what hurts worse? Believing that their choice says something about you. It doesn’t. You’re not broken because they couldn’t see your worth. You’re not hard to love because they chose to leave.”

You swallowed hard. Your hands trembled slightly around the mug.

“I just… I did everything right. I was there for them. I tried to be a good son, a good friend. And now I’m just… not enough.”

Bucky’s jaw tensed, and he turned toward you fully. “No. Listen to me. People walk away for all kinds of messed-up reasons: fear, selfishness, their own damn flaws. That’s not on you.”

He reached out, metal fingers brushing your shoulder with a touch lighter than you expected.

“I see you. I see you, man. Loyal, strong, trying even when it feels impossible. That means something. It means everything.”

You didn’t respond at first. But when he scooted just a little closer, shoulder to shoulder now, it didn’t feel suffocating. It felt like maybe, just maybe, you could breathe again. “You’ve got me.” Bucky said quietly. “As long as you need. No conditions. No pretending.”

You nodded slowly, your voice barely a whisper. “Thanks, Buck.”

He smiled softly, bumping his shoulder into yours. “Anytime.”

[crowsofdarkness]

Vaz Prizrak: Chapter Two

-gif not mine. credit to owner-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Agent! Reader.

Content Warnings: language, 18 + implied smut, angst, fluff, violence, mentions of losing a pregnancy, thoughts of taking one's life, an attempt to take one's life. I will give another warning when that chapter is posted.

Summary: Bucky and Reader have been in their own solace while in Wakanda for years. They were finally happy to create the life they wanted and deserved. That was until a new foe came along to dust it all away.

Authors Note: This takes place during Infinity War and Endgame! If you haven't yet, please read Soldat and Dorogaya beforehand.

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The town square of Wakanda was busy with bodies getting ready for the soon arrival and as Bucky and I stood hand in hand, I could help the way my heart jumped with nerves. I was nervous for the fight and nervous to see Steve again after so long. 

My hair blew with the wind as the jet made its final descent, coming to a halt in front of us. As the ramp opened, I saw my old friends ascend down. They couldn’t see us and I took it as an opportunity to sneak away from them and Bucky, the nerves becoming too much to handle. Bucky was talking with Steve so he hadn’t noticed me walk away. 

Everything was happening too fast and I didn’t have the chance to stop to think about what the outcome would be. 

Maybe Bucky and I could leave, let them fight this on their own. We could go back to our normal lives, something that we both deserved. This wasn’t our fight, we didn’t have to risk our lives for this. 

However, I knew that when it was our fight years ago, all of these people were there to help us, no questions asked. 

“Where’s Y/N?” A voice asked. 

“She was right here,” Bucky said. 

Coming into view, I smiled over towards my friends while giving Sam and Nat a long overdue hug. I nodded towards Wanda who was walking inside with a hurt Vision. 

“How’re you doing?” Nat asked. 

I nodded. “Not bad, for the end of the world.” 

“What’s up Marshmallow?” 

Laughing at the nickname coming from Sam, I lightly punched him in the shoulder. “You had to come along?” 

“Someone has to watch his back,” Sam mentioned towards Steve. 

He was already watching me with intent eyes as I walked over to him, closing the distance between us. 

“I see you took my advice,” I pointed towards the beard and long hair. 

Steve shrugged while wrapping his arms around me in a longing hug. I had missed the way that they felt, protecting me from anything bad. 

“How are you, really?” Steve questioned, lifting my chin to look into my eyes. 

“We’re fine, Steve,” I spoke quietly. “Bucky is good. He’s his old self.” 

Steve nodded before looking between Bucky and I. “Mind if I steal her for a bit? Catch her up to speed?” 

Bucky hesitated, only I saw it, before nodding. “Sure.” 

I closed the large distance between us with a loving kiss. “Don’t worry.” 

With his new fingers on my lower back, he pressed his lips against mine once again, this time longer and deeper. 

“I love you,” he muttered against them. 

“I love you too.” 

“You look like hell,” I noticed Sam as we all stood in the middle of Shuri’s lab. 

A very familiar place to me. 

“Well the motels weren’t exactly five stars,” Sam admitted with a small laugh. 

I then nodded towards Bruce and Nat, who themselves were having a private conversation. 

“Talk about awkwardness, huh?” 

Sam laughed again. “You have no idea.” 

“Y/N.” 

Excusing myself from Sam, I walked over towards Steve, who was standing in front of a large window, looking down towards the fields of Wakanda. 

“Does everything make sense?” He asked. 

“Yeah, as crazy as it sounds.” I said 

“And you’re ready for it?” He asked again, motioning towards my hands. “Bucky mentioned that you haven’t used it for awhile.” 

I grasped my hands together with a sigh. “I wanted something normal for us. To be honest, I don’t even know if it still works. I haven’t found a reason to get mad lately.” 

“With what’s coming, I think it would be best to get mad,” Steve suggested. 

Silence fell between us and I was going to walk away from him but his hand in mind stopped me. 

“Can you promise me something?” 

I nodded. 

“Promise that no matter what comes, that you take care of yourself first. Don’t worry about Buck or I. I can’t deal if something would happen to you,” Steve admitted while gently cupping my cheek. 

Licking my dry lips at the warmth of his glove, I nodded again. 

“Only if you do something for me,” I spoke. 

“Anything,” he breathed. 

“If something does happen to me, make sure he moves on. I don’t want him to dwell on it. He deserves to be happy,” I said with a shaky breath. 

Steve hesitated for a moment before nodding, letting out a large breath. 

“But it’s not going to come to that, right?” 

Tearing myself away from Steve’s sad gaze, I looked towards Natasha and nodded. 

“Can she do it?” I asked, changing the subject and walking away from Steve. 

The questionable outcome weighed heavy on my mind but there was always one thing that was clear. If something were to happen to me, whatever it was, I needed to make sure that Bucky moved on. He couldn’t dwell on me or what happened. It was true what I told Steve; Bucky deserved to be happy, even if I had passed. 

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded from above us, shaking the castle. I looked around everyone in the room before my eyes landed finally on Steve, a knowing look on his face. 

“They’re here,” I said. 

“Get this man a shield!” T’challa pointed towards Steve before shouting more directions to others. 

“Bucky,” I muttered while leaving the room and sprinting outside the castle. 

Bucky and Sam were standing in the middle of the town center, staring up towards the sky. 

Gunshots rain down on us but thankfully they couldn’t break the barrier that was protecting us. 

“God, I love this place,” Bucky admitted. 

“You guys alright?” I questioned while standing in between them. 

Sam nodded. “How’re they doing up there?” 

“It’s going to take awhile for Shuri to recreate a stone,” I admitted. 

We watched in slight horror when ships came from the sky, landing right outside the protective dome. 

“Cap, we’ve got a situation out here.” I said into my com. 

The grass flattened beneath my boots as we stood on the open field, preparing ourselves for the fight. 

“Doll?” 

I looked over to Bucky. “Hm?” 

Without saying a word, handed me one of his guns, silently knowing that I wasn’t quite ready to use my powers. 

“Be careful,” he said. 

“You too,” I spoke while lacing our fingers together.

My attention was averted from Bucky as I shook my fingers, trying to bring the spark to life, but groaned in defeat. 

I never would have thought that when I decided to not use them any more that it would backfire. Now would be the perfect time to be able to use them. 

“Did they surrender?” I asked Steve as he returned to his spot next to me. 

T’challa, Nat, and him walked down to the edge of the barrier, trying to talk to the alien species. 

“Not exactly,” he sighed. 

Suddenly, thousands of aliens came from the ships, running towards the barrier that was protecting us, killing themselves in the process. 

“They’re killing themselves,” I muttered. 

The few that made it through, alive, charged towards us and without a second thought, all of us raised our weapons to prepare for war. 

Bucky and I shot bullets towards the aliens that made it close to us. I knew, deep down, that no matter how many bullets we had or knives I used, it wouldn’t be enough. 

“You know, Y/N, now would be a perfect time to toast these fuckers,” Sam’s voice came through the com in my ear. 

“You don’t think I’ve tried!” I yelled. “It’s not working!” 

A simple snap of the fingers and nothing. 

“What’s stopping them from trying to enter behind us?” I asked Steve, when I noticed the aliens running around the barrier. 

“We need to open the barrier,” T’challa stated. 

Looking between Steve and Bucky, two men who I would protect with my heart and knowing they would do the same for me. 

“We’re with each other till the end, right?” I asked them both. 

“Always,” Steve spoke. 

“Forever, doll.” Bucky gave a quick kiss to the side of my head. 

With a loud war cry, our army charged forward as T’challa gave the order to open the barrier. Thousands of aliens sprinting towards us. 

[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🌸💕💕💗🎀

[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."

[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!!

[orellazalonia]

Fort Kingdom

Pairing: Stucky x little!reader [Disclaimer: Age Regression!]

Summary: To cheer you up from a change of plans, you spend a rainy evening with your caregivers, Bucky and Steve, building the ultimate blanket fort. With cozy lights, stuffed animals, snacks, and more, the night becomes a warm, magical escape filled with laughter, cuddles, and comfort.

Word Count: 900+

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It starts in the late afternoon, when the rain outside is soft and steady, tapping against the windows like a lullaby. The clouds hang low and gray, and everything feels quieter than usual. Your daddies had initially planned a picnic that day to go to one of your favorite playgrounds. You had been looking forward to it too for quite a few days. However, the weather, unexpectedly, seemed to have other plans.

Steve had been the first to notice the way your energy has shifted today, the way you’re curled up under your blanket with your thumb in your mouth and your favorite stuffie tucked against your chest. He kneels beside you with that gentle smile he saves just for moments like this.

He brushes a hand through your hair as he asks softly, “How about a fort tonight, sweetheart?”

You shot up so fast the blanket fell off your shoulders, your previous disappointment forgotten almost instantly. "YES! Fort! Fortfortfort!" You changed as your words tumbled out in excited little bounces as you scrambled to your feet, eyes already scanning the room for the best blanket candidates. “We can make the big kind, right? With the sparkly lights and the snack zone and the snuggle nest and the tiny reading corner?!”

Bucky looked up from his book, sitting in the chair nearby smirking. "Sounds like we’re going full deluxe mode tonight."

Steve gave you a wink. “Deluxe mode it is. Go pick your best fort-building blankets, tiny architect. We’ve got a kingdom to raise.”

You squealed and took off like a rocket down the hallway, only vaguely hearing Steve’s voice remind you not to run as you slow down just a bit. Trailing happy little noises and slippered feet as you gathered every soft, fluffy thing you could find. You came back with arms overflowing: the cloud blanket, the soft pink quilt, even that one fuzzy one that always smells like comfort and cocoa. You dragged them into the living room like a victorious knight returning from battle, disregarding how you had to make a second trip to get the giant Avengers throw.

Meanwhile, Bucky was already deconstructing the couch with practiced precision, lining up pillows like fortress walls and stacking cushions like throne seats. Steve brought over dining chairs and helped drape sheets from their tops, creating a tall, cave-like space that grew more magical with every layer.

“This is gonna be so cozy,” You chirped as you helped tuck a blanket corner beneath a lamp. “It's gonna be the best fort ever in the history of all forts ever!”

Steve laughed, hanging up the battery-powered fairy lights carefully. “That’s a pretty high bar, sweetheart.”

“It’ll be the Fort Kingdom,” You declared proudly. “With dragons. And snacks. And a stuffed animal army!”

Bucky grinned. “Sounds like my kind of kingdom.”

Once everything was perfect; the lights glowing like tiny stars, the blankets sagging just right to make the air feel secret and soft, you crawled inside with a huge smile on your face. “Come in! Come in!” You called, waving them in dramatically. “Welcome to my Fort Kingdom! You may enter the Royal Cuddle Fort!”

Bucky entered first, ducking his head and flopping onto the pillows with a content sigh. “Comfy rating: 12 out of 10.”

Steve followed soon after, now with a tray of snacks containing sliced apples, little crackers, mini marshmallows in a dish, and your favorite: a purple sippy cup full of warm cocoa. You gasped and clapped. “You brought the special cocoa!”

He handed it to you with a gentle smile. “Just for tonight, sweetheart. And look, extra marshmallows. Just for you.”

You grabbed it happily, already taking a sip as Steve found a spot to rest as well. Setting it back down on the tray, you now found a place curled up between them. Both your daddies warm on either side. Bucky tucked the blanket around your legs, and Steve offered one of your other favorite plushies, the floppy bunny with the stitched ear. You took it with a bright smile, snuggling it close as the rain tapped gently from the windows.

Steve picked up a picture book and began reading in a soft, warm voice, filling the space with quiet wonder. Bucky added his own sound effects at times; dramatic gasps, silly growls, tiny meows for the kitten characters. You giggled so hard you nearly spilled your cocoa.

Soon, though, the excitement melted into something softer. You felt yourself sinking down deeper into the warmth, into the safety. Your body relaxed, all your energy replaced by heavy eyes and a floaty feeling. You leaned against Steve’s side, letting your head rest on his chest, the sound of his heartbeat matching the rhythm of the rain.

Bucky brushed his fingers gently through your hair, slow and steady. “Getting sleepy, bug?”

You gave a tiny nod, eyes blinking slow. “Mhm… but wanna stay here forever…”

“Don’t worry,” Steve whispered, kissing the top of your head. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Bucky leaned in close too. “This fort’s got rules. Rule one: Littles stay warm. Rule two: Littles stay cuddled. Rule three…” He smiled. “…Littles always wake up knowing they’re loved.”

You hummed softly, the sound barely a breath, and clutched your bunny tighter as your eyes finally slid closed. Outside the fort, the world could be big and complicated and overwhelming. But inside, it was just the three of you, wrapped in soft light and even softer love.

You fell asleep between them, their arms holding you safe as the fairy lights twinkled above and the storm outside passed by unnoticed.

[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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[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.

[sacredsorceress]

Carving pumpkins with Bucky 🎃

Buck-O-Lantern || Bucky Barnes

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none, fluff

masterlist || bucky barnes masterlist

The sound of the lighter as it clicked to ignite a flame echoed throughout the room almost like a welcoming fanfare as your boyfriend entered it. You didn't notice him at first, slowly lighting the three wickers on your favorite candle that you hated to admit was on its last leg, but you smiled to yourself as the scent quickly carried from its wax to your nose.

“It smells like a campfire in here.” Bucky said. “Feels like we should be making s’mores instead.”

“It’s marshmallow fireside, Buck.” You corrected him. “It’s a fall scent.”

“Ah, right.” He nodded. “Didn’t you say it’s a winter one last December?”

From behind, Bucky’s hands slid around your waist as his chin found its home in the crook of your neck. 

“It doesn’t matter.” You argued. “Right now it’s a pumpkin carving scent.”

Your boyfriend hummed.

“Aren’t we too old for that?”

“Well, maybe you are.” You teased. “But not me. I’m still under ninety.”

Even without looking at him, you could tell that the corner of his mouth twitched at your comment as he pinched your waist.

“Hey!”

Wiggling out of his grasp, you faced him for the first time since he entered the room and laughed.

“I’m kidding!” You defended yourself. “Do not tickle me. I was just joking, I swear!”

Your lover reached for you and laid his hands against your waist, pulling you in despite your earlier protests.

“That’s what I thought.”

Buck leaned down to meet your lips, and you greeted them happily, laying your hands against his henley shirt. You hummed into his kiss, warmed by the fireplace and his touch when an idea popped into your head.

Digging your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, Bucky chuckled against your lips. That was, until, you tugged on his shirt and pulled the both of you onto the floor. He hit it with a loud thud.

“Jesus!” Bucky groaned, pulling away from you. “For someone who loves to call me old, you sure as hell don't act like it.”

“Was that about the kissing or dragging you onto our hardwood floors?”

Adjusting himself so his legs stuck out straight underneath the coffee table where you had set up supplies, you caught the corner of his mouth twitch as he smiled faintly.

“Both.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his ability to tease you even when you had pulled him to the floor and nearly twisted his ankle.

That sentiment remained as Bucky leaned over and pulled his pocket knife from his back pocket.

“What are you doing?”

He looked at you, confused, and tilted his head to the side.

“Carving the pumpkin?”

“With the knife?” You asked. “I have all of these tools-”

“Listen doll,” He said. “I’ve carved plenty of pumpkins in my life. I think I know how to do it. Look, let cut the top of yours.”

Not one to say no to your boyfriend’s sudden willingness to partake in your Halloween festivities, you sat back as he leaned over you.

You watched as he cut the top with extra precision, and pulled it off by the stem. Buck handed you the knife and you were about to question why before he stuck his hand right into the gourd and took out the “guts”.

“You can just put them in the bowl.” You instructed him. “We‘ll throw it out after.”

With the insides of the pumpkin still hanging in his hand, Buck quirked his eyebrow at you.

“Throw them out?” He asked. “You wanted to carve pumpkins. We shouldn’t start something we can’t finish, sweetheart.”

“What do you mean?”

As he tossed the last of the guts from your pumpkin in the bowl, he sat back in his place beside you and started on his pumpkin.

“Well I used to carve pumpkins with Ma and my sisters.” Bucky explained, focused on carving the one in front of him. “Afterwards they used to turn the stuff inside it into soup and roast the seeds. I don’t know… it was nice. We don’t have to, though. I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

It was rare that you got glimpses into your partner’s past before he was drafted into the war, so when you did, it was always a moment that you welcomed gratefully.

“You did?” You asked, pulling your knees up to your chest.

His attention remained focused on the action at hand and you admired the way his face scrunched as he cut with precision under the warm glow of the candlelight. You didn’t miss the way an unconscious smile painted his face as he recounted his tradition to you.

“Yeah,” He laughed. “Well I didn’t cook. They wouldn’t let me in the kitchen because I would eat everything before it was done.”

Bucky held a far off look in his eye. Even though he sat in your shared living room, you were aware that he was long beyond the confines of your four walls.

“I never knew what to do on my pumpkin, you know?” Bucky said. “I thought I got too old for it at some point- around the time I got drafted- but Becca would beg me to for days. You never met her but you couldn’t say no to that kid, doll. Hers always came out the same too. Triangle eyes. Circle Nose. And a smile with two front teeth.”

At some point your hand had found its way to his back and you ran gentle circles around his clothed skin.

“A circle nose?”

He nodded.

“Circle nose.”

“Well its funny you say that,” You said, reaching forward and tapping his jack-o- lantern. “Because it looks like yours does too.”

Pulling back from his project, the both of you admired his handiwork. Though, Bucky noticed, that without even realizing it, he had recreated the image of his sister’s pumpkin that he just described to you.

“Huh.” Buck laughed. “I guess so.”

To find Buck laughing about a memory of his sister warmed your heart and you couldn’t help but lean into him.

“We’ll figure out how to make that soup, James, okay?” You said, kissing his clothed shoulder.

Rather than responding, Bucky dropped his pocketknife onto the table. He shifted his body over to face you and with the tip of his index finger, hooked the bottom of your chin and lifted your face to meet his. With hooded eyes, he smiled at you and gently press his lips against yours.

“And the roasted pumpkin seeds?” He asked.

“That too.” You agreed. “But only if you get your gross pumpkin hands off of me.”

You boyfriend didn’t wait a single moment to pull back and raise his eyebrows at you. A mock shock spread across his face.

“My gross pumpkin hands?”

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “It’s gross. I can feel the pumpkin guts.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

Then, you thought, you should’ve thought harder about your answer.

Because not even a second later, your boyfriend reached for you and in his large, pumpkin covered hands, he held your face in his palms. Bucky pulled you towards him, mashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss.

“Buck!” You exclaimed, shoving at his chest. “You’re disgusting!”

A chuckle escaped past his lips.

“Fine!” Bucky said. “I guess I won’t help you carve that pumpkin of yours and leave... if that’s how you feel.”

Rolling your eyes once again at his teasing nature, you shook your hand and took his hand that still smelled like pumpkin.

“Alright fine.” You said. “You can stay. But, you gotta help me with my jack-o-lantern. Deal?”

A smile on his face, he shook your hand in his.

“Deal.”

[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 ♡

[lovelybarnes]

b. barnes request masterlist

main masterlist . marvel masterlist . requests . bucky masterlist

key:

angst- * fluff- + humor- # sad- ^

home + person a tugging on person b’s shirt

diamante rojo kind of au with committing crimes with bucky morning + person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them + person a peppering kisses all over person b’s face (aka clingy bucky) tie + requested “wow… you look… you look amazing.”

scars *+^ requested! (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc. + (PF26) person a wiping person b’s tears away

baby blue #+ requested! bucky turns into a baby (toddler, really)

smores + requested! Bucky and reader are night owls, the first has nightmares, second has insomnia. Reader suggests that Bucky pass the time over a fire and fried marshmallows, but they are in Stark’s Tower and they are frying marshmallows on the burner, sitting at the stove

goodbye * sleepover request “enemies to lovers with bucky”

the matter of saving *^ request (DA8) “you can’t save everyone.” + (DA9) “you can’t save me.” home in my house + request: PF17 + DF9 with Bucky’s red henley and Bucky in Romania drunk + request (DF31) “maybe if you stop staring at her and actually talk to her, you might have a chance.”+(DN43) “what did you just say?” unsafe # request! (DF13) “you’re safe.” + (DA19) “touch her, and i’ll murder you.” + DA21) “put down the knife.”

annoying neighbors and fake boyfriends 2 + # request “You stayed over at my place one night but my nosy, annoying neighbour saw you leave. They always get on my case about being single so I told them that we’re dating to show them”

new year, better boyfriend + * a request! DF 41 or DA 19?(DF41) “are you going to cry? please don’t cry.” (DA19) “touch her, and i’ll murder you.”

balloon * request: kind of combined either one day they dissociated and buck was trying to bring them back down to earth or they got into an argument and she flinched but he thinks it’s because of him and his past?

evenings + request! (PF32) person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them+(PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, etc.

baby + request! Bucky and reader have tension with their crush on each other but are too stubborn to make a move. One day reader calls him by his Initials (B.B) in conversation but Bucky mishears it as “baby” and had to do a double take ?

hair  request! PF7 (reader plays with b’s hair)

envy * request! y/n gets jealous when she sees Bucky talking with another girl at a bar so she leaves and goes into her car to cry as Bucky notices she was gone so goes looking for her and when he finds her back inside the bar with red puffy eyes and pink cheeks, so he tells her beautiful and positive things?

thirst traps and the trapped # request! the avengers being introduced by Peter to thirst trap edits of themselves

salt * 2 requests combined! (1) (PF27) person a comforting person b after a nightmare, (DF13) “you’re safe.” (DF14) “everything is going to be okay.” with bucky as person A and reader as person b and (2) (PF26) person a wiping person b’s tears away, (PK4) forehead kisses, and (DF5) “i wish i could kiss away all your scars.“ with bucky barnes! bucky is person A

short king # request! doing this tik tok trend on bucky barnes? But it’s to him in person. ( gaslighting bf into thinking he’s short. ) promise * request! reader gets mugged and Bucky finds out click + requested! Some really wholesome fluff of Bucky coming back from a long mission (i may have gotten carried away and barely included the fluff i am so sorry)

silence in colors * request: bucky is giving civilian reader silent treatment?angst with a nice ending? blush # + request! Bucky was never a ‘ladies man’ in the 40’s (him and Steve made a pack to talk the other up no matter what to other guys) so when Y/n makes a move on him he gets all flustered and doesn’t know what to do… you + request best friends to lovers dream a little dream of me + a request: PF32) person a won’t let person b out of bed by cuddling them // (PK1) sleepy kisses // (DF1) “you sleep cute.“ hopeless * request! “where bucky nd reader have a big argument nd then she storms out in the middle of the night leading to her being kidnapped. Then the whole time she thinks bucky isn't coming for her due to the fight” meeting cats * + requested!! Could you write something kinda angsty, bucky is occupied but reader thinks he ghosted her. maybe he has a dramatic reentry like he sees her at a bar on a new date or somethin perfect + request! PF20 (too long hugs) + PF28 (person a lifting person b up out of excitement) + DF2 (“will you marry me?“) ! where in bucky and reader come from their anniversary dinner, and bucky brings her back to the avengers compound to relax and all. but little does reader know all the avengers are outside preparing the decoration and the garden for bucky to propose to her. then bucky proposes to her then all the avengers go out and congratulate them! sushi and fun mugs two + request! bucky is super quiet and intimidating and everybody is parting like the red sea whenever he's around yet there's *this one agent* who does everything to make him feel included and loved. everybody thinks she's being delusional for trying but, is she? midnight haircuts + ^ request! reader cuts bucky’s hair warmth ^ + request! it's really cold one night and Bucky tries to Soldier through it but reader finds him and wraps him up in blankets and holds him to sleep and he just feels so safe and warm and it's just very soft and good. viral # request! DH19) “please stop getting shot, it stresses me out.” + (PH3) person a posts a picture of person b and it becomes a meme aquariums and dogs + * request! pf20 (too long hugs) + da7 (why did you flinch?") ice cream + # request! reader getting cold and bucky being warm haunted houses and hurt comfort * + request! hurt comfort + haunted house flustered part two + requested: a bucky/yn who is like an ostrich in that sense whenever the other is around? Truth + # truth serum, request. (ph1+df31) Flirting and Football + # * (masterlist) College football star Bucky Barnes is immediately enamored when he meets you. You? Not so much. But Bucky Barnes is determined. And the teetering-on-cynical views that you hold for relationships are about to realize exactly how determined he is. Sadistic + # request! Bucky and reader didn’t get along and then bucky discovers she has a sensitive neck and basically uses it against her. Ducks on Plaster + NEW! request! (PF34) person a has a cast, and person b is doodling on it to cheer them up + (PK9) kissing scars, bruises, scratches, The Blanket in The Box + # NEW! request! "What if fem reader got a blanket of bucky. how would he react? how would the team react? i just felt like if u write this promt u would give it the best justification." (THANK YOU SO MUCH for thinking of me so nicely thank you i hope you liked it!!).

[onsunnyside]

When the forecast says it’s gonna rain really hard, bambi starts preparing a place in the tower (kinda like her nest) for any animal she sees outside without a shelter. She tries to sneak all of them inside without anyone knowing but doesn’t know that people can see her through the security cameras. So when they are caught they all stare like 😐🙂

oh how I miss Bambi !!! Lover of animals and always eager to help🥺

“Uhm, where are you going with all of that?”

You slowly turn around, your arms full of snacks and drinks. There’s also a leaf stuck to the bottom of your pants along with some dried mud.

“…Nest.”

Steve stands from the couch, glancing out the window. “Oh, baby, are you scared of the storm again? I’ll get Bucky to make you some hot chocolate.”

You roll on the heels of your feet, carefully watching him come closer. Your heart speeds up. “Have question… birds like hot chocolate too?”

“Uh, I don’t know? Maybe the marshmallows more than the hot chocolate.” Steve smells the dried rain on you, “are you going to your nest with all of that?”

“Not my nest.” You step in front of him, blocking the hallway. “Made new…”

“Okay?” He drags out the word. “Can I come?” He already knows something is going on.

“Don’t know, made special nest…”

The elevator dings before the doors slide open, Natasha exits with Tony on her tail.

The brunet clears his throat, “if it isn’t the kidnapper.”

Steve pulls a face, “Tony.”

“No, he’s right.” Natasha can’t help but smile, “Bambi, do you have anything to confess?”

“No!” You exclaim, jumping as a packet of crackers fall to the floor. “Have done no wrong. Tony is liar, Stevie, let’s go.” You grab his arm, trying to tug him away but he stands firm, not even swaying.

Your eyes widen as the tablet is placed in his hands, the security footage already playing.

Tony tuts softly, a teasing look on his face. “Well, animal-napper would be a proper term.”

Steve stares down at the device, watching you slip in and out from window on the first floor of the compound. You do this a few times, each time you climb back through the window, the duffel bag looks heavier. He taps on the screen before footage of you tucking wild animals into a mass of blankets and pillows in one of the meeting rooms. There’s also leaves, sticks, and trails of mud and rain on the floor.

There are different creatures. Like rabbits, birds and squirrels—how did you catch those? He has no clue. The audio flows through the air, your voice softly speaking to the animals as you fuss over the blankets.

“Keep safe here… too cold and wet outside, friends can have home for little bit—will find nicer place later.” You pause, “Stevie says wild animals dangerous… but I can protect. Am very strong, know that, mister bunny?”

“Nothing to hide, huh? Where are you taking all that, nymph?”

You look between each of them, your gaze meeting Steve’s one last time before you whip around and race down the hall. Snacks and drinks fall to the ground and leave a trail behind you.

Steve is still for a moment, wincing as a jar of pickles lands on the floor, thankfully not shattering.

“Steve.”

He sighs, a fond grin on his face as he hears the door slam shut and lock. “On it.”

[arcarii]

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