#happy birthday buck buck

[somanywords]

Happy birthday, Bucky Barnes 🌻

[fannoona]

Happy birthday to my man 🔥

[tevanactually]

[buddie-buddie]

let me go home (i'm just too far from where you are)

9.5k - T - established bucktommy

Tonight is going to be perfect.

The dinner, the wine, and then, when the moment’s right, he’ll ask Evan to move in. It isn’t the grand proposal Tommy’s saving for later on down the line, but it’s the first step. And it’s one he can hardly wait to take. 

Thankfully, he doesn’t have to wait much longer. He’s washing the last of the dishes when he hears Evan’s car door closing in the driveway. Tommy wipes his hands on a towel, excitement bubbling in his chest as he heads to the front door, ready to greet his boyfriend. 

When he swings the door open, his words die in his throat. 

Evan stands on the porch in front of him, pale and hollowed out, his eyes distant and unfocused. His hands tremble where they hang at his sides, covered in blood. Blood stains streak across his t-shirt, every inch of him radiating exhaustion and something deeper, something raw. 

“Evan," Tommy breathes, his heart lurching. “Are you okay?”

Evan doesn’t say anything. He just stands there, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Concern washes over Tommy in waves. His mind races with possibilities, each one more horrifying than the last.

“Evan,” he tries again, more insistent this time.

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[do-androids-dream-ao3acc]

In honor of @littlepaws9's birthday, we will pretend the break-up never happened... this is very short and hopefully as fluffy as you like your BuckTommy ;)

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"I wanna take you out tomorrow," Buck breathes into Tommy's ear, half-hidden from the bedsheet. 

The answer is a mere grunt, he takes it as approval.

"It's a nice restaurant," he continues to chatter, "a bit outside of town, not so fancy, pretty cozy, I think you'll like it."

Squinting, Tommy questions his pillow with a muffled, "Tomorrow’s New Year’s?"

"I've made the reservation a couple of months ago."

This confession seems to crack Tommy’s eyes finally open. He’s still wearing this adorable scrunched-up sleeping face, but Buck can tell something is working behind his brow. A couple of months ago, they almost broke up over a stupid argument, preceded by an evening at Miceli's. It was easy to guess that Buck – after their very hot reconciliation – had made a kind of vow for the future: never to go to that restaurant again, and to never leave anything to chance. 

"Fine, but why are you telling me this at..." Tommy lifts his head briefly to look at the alarm clock on his nightstand, "six in the morning?"

"I've got a shift. And you live closer to Harbor than to the 118."

"Huh?"

"One of us has to get up early, sleepyhead," Buck says with a laugh, pressing a kiss on the fuzzy head sticking out of the sheets.

The restaurant really proved to be beautiful, far from all the chrome and glass that modern places in L.A. considered aesthetically pleasing. This special day seems to call for wine, so they settle for red. At the tables around them, only couples are to be seen. Buck finds Tommy to be unusually taciturn, and he starts to wonder why. 

"You tired?" he asks, causing Tommy to look up in surprise from the salad he’s been pushing back and forth with his fork. "We can always have dessert at home, if you want."

He winks, and Tommy scrunches his face in his pretty little smile.

"I'd like that," he returns. "But that's not it."

Putting a hand on Buck’s, he softly explains, "New Year’s Eve is always so… charged. Everybody’s making vows and resolutions, and it’s become some kind of couple event, almost worse than Valentine’s." With a nod, he gestures to the guests around them.

"Too corny?" Buck offers. 

"Hm, too many expectations," Tommy cautiously replies. "And... Sometimes you don't know how to fulfill them."

"Expectations," Buck echoes, pondering whatever this might mean. "Look, all I'm expecting is for you to sit there, enjoy your free meal and look at your handsome boyfriend."

"Oh, I can do that," Tommy says with a smirk, raising his glass. 

"Totally cool if this isn't your holiday," Buck continues, a little more serious now. "Just wanna be with you, like... every day, you know?"

Tommy tilts his head and seems about to reply, but Buck quickly interrupts him.

"Don't freak out, because yeah, I do admit I'm a fan of holidays, any kind of them. And I… I brought you something. You can find that kitschy, be my guest to hide under the table, and I expect nothing in return, but…"

Suddenly, there’s a small box in his hand, and Tommy’s features slip.

"Evan," he breathes, a trail of disbelief in his voice. "We agreed on no presents."

"I said don't freak out! That was Christmas, by the way. And it’s not what it looks like." 

With a sheepish smile, he opens the box. Inside lie two very discreet, very pretty silver ear studs in the shape of the letter E. 

"Remember when I once asked you about your pierced ears? You said you got them in your youth but didn’t dare wearing any earrings because of your career choices. And, w…well. You're no longer in the closet. And I know that I'm not the reason for it, but... I'm the reason you admitted it to some of your old friends, and those are my friends too, and that's kind of a big deal somehow. I’m sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"It's embarrassing, especially after you’ve made it clear Christmas and New Year’s aren’t your … favorites."

"Well," Tommy stretches, reaching for one of his pockets, pulling out quite a similar little box. 

"They’re not," he admits. "There’s a reason I like to volunteer for shifts on those days. Until… well, until you, Evan. I know I kinda chickened out of Christmas, just didn’t feel right to be with your family. You were so understanding, I felt bad. And it was obvious you had something planned for today. It’s adorable when you try to keep a secret. This wasn't exactly what I was expecting... well, that's a conversation for another day. And even if I don't particularly like the day, that doesn't change my affection for you, Evan. I've spent the last few days thinking about how I could show it to you. Pondering what you would like. And, uh... great minds think alike, I guess?"

He flicks open the box to reveal a set of small, silver ear studs. They look like tiny T’s. 

"Cheesy, isn't it?" he says with a broad grin that can hardly hide the fact he’s about to burst out laughing.

"Pretty much," Evan laughs before blurting out, "I don't even have pierced ears, babe."

"I know a good tattoo artist."

"Oh, me too. You know what? We'll go there together. Ear piercings for me and a new tattoo for both of us."

"Bold, Evan. You better not get my name engraved, who knows if you’ll still want me next year?"

"Don't worry," Buck replies with a smile. "You're a keep, no doubt about that."

[robinfollies]

happy ace day to THEM SPECIFICALLY!!!! 🖤🩶🤍💜

[sakuhai]

[callmebrycelee]

HAPPY 33RD BIRTHDAY, OLIVER STARK!!!

[buddieisgoingcanon25]

Ryan and Oliver saying Happy Birthday to “the Queen” Angela Bassett

[btspeedfreaxx]

✨🥳🥁 “DRUMS! YAGAMI TOLL!!!”

😹🥰🌸🌸🌸🌸 Happy birthday to the greatest Anii in all of VK and J-Rock!!✨

Thank you Toll-san for being so cool!!! I hope in spite of the rather difficult circumstances regarding……🌸😞

I hope he still has an amazing day filled with love. Cuz he truly deserves all the best.✨🥰 love BT for life!✨🌈🚂♾️🙌

[buddiedaydreamer911]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THIS GORGEOUS, TALENTED, INCREDIBLE, AND LOVING MAN!!!

We all love you so much Oliver Stark! Thank you so much for taking care of our Buck. 🫶🫶🫶

[somanywords]

to celebrate our favourite jewish gay man, pls tell me your favourite bucky headcanons 🥰

happy bucky's birthday, elliot!!! 💛 keepin' it light, as today is a happy day, with less angst than usual ;)

bucky and his sisters all take turns lighting the menorah as they grow up--bucky gets the fourth night and the last

in my head bucky's a mechanic and writer, and he loves both fixing things with his hands and also creating far away worlds

he's always talking. the boy will not shut up. if you get him to stop talking, he starts singing. his whole family hates it

but they also love it and when he grows up and moves out they have to turn on the radio in the evenings to make up for the absence

bucky adopts every stray cat he comes across. yes, this includes steve rogers. steve's just the only stray who hasn't left again

he takes scraps out to the alley cats every night without fail, even when the cats are eating just as well as he, if not better, and during the war he finds several and makes sure to carry them as far away from the battlefield as possible

steve says bucky missed having three little girls trailing after him so he had to find three little cats

the three wartime cats are called atrocious things. one is a swearword, the other is a male cat named sarah, after steve's mother, and the last is cary grant just because

the howlies all unironically call him mother, and he's not even upset

after winter soldier, bucky sneaks his way back to brooklyn, trying to put the pieces of his life back together, and while everyone's running all over eastern europe looking for him, he's actually working at a small bodega and accidentally adopting all his neighbors

seriously, there's like three grandmas, four teenagers, a huge immigrant family, and a single mother and baby. bucky brings them all matzah ball soup

steve loses it when he eventually finds him. "if it's not cats, it's an entire neighborhood, buck. i'm not even surprised."

bucky slowly comes back to himself in fits and starts, not even noticing when it happens--one day is the first time he starts writing again, one day the first time he laughs out loud. oneday he starts singing again--he wouldn't even notice it except steve smashes a dinner plate and starts crying

bucky ends up finding his younger sister again and he goes to visit her all the time. they make meals together on all the holidays. steve's job is to fold the hamantaschen cause he's artistic like and can't mess it up too bad

bucky finds a cat in the subway and drags it home yowling to love it. "look steve," he says. "it's your sibling. say hi to steve junior."

the name sticks. whoops

[danidoesathing]

happy birthday to the most guy of all time. heres some shitposts

[until-i-set-him-free]

BuckTommy in A Softer World, part 13 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[amiserableseriesofevents]

There was a star danced, and under that I was born

It's John's birthday, and Gale decides to wake him up with a surprise.

such stuff-verse

[henwilsons]

― jane austen, pride and prejudice (in/sp) happy birthday alie, @eddiediaaz! ♡