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elixirfromthestars · 1 year

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Lucky Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (College AU)

Summary: Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.

Word Count: ~800

Warning(s): nothing really it’s just a whole lot of fluff

a/n: Here is a little fluffy drabble I’ve had in my drafts for quite some time. ❤️ Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!! 💖

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“ Y/n, I caught it!” Bucky yelled grinning from ear to ear. Cheers erupted from the seats around you as he waved the baseball he caught in the air. “ There’s no way,” you grumbled staring at the baseball Bucky was twirling around in his hands. You placed a bet with Bucky earlier on whether or not he would catch one of the stray baseballs from the game. He would routinely complain about coming here and never catching one, so you thought this would be a good opportunity to make a few extra dollars. Unfortunately, for your bank account, luck was on his side today.

You reached into your wallet and took out a twenty, handing it to him annoyed at your loss, “Here.” Bucky was grinning smugly as he took the money from your hand, a twinkle of satisfaction in his eyes, “ Maybe you're my good luck charm, Y/n. You should come to these games more often with me.” You glared at him playfully,” And have to do more of your chemistry homework? No thanks.” He laughed at that, stealing a cheesy nacho from the container on your lap.

“ Not chemistry. Next time it’ll be algebra.”

“ In your dreams, Barnes.”

“ Oh, so we're on last-name terms now? Well, L/n, to cheer you up I’ll buy you some of that cotton candy you wanted. Although, technically, you'll be buying it,” he cheekily remarked calling over one of the snack vendors and buying a pink fluff of candy floss with the twenty you just gave him. He handed it to you and you gladly took it,” Whatever, Barnes,” you replied holding back a grin. It was nice to see how excited Bucky was to have finally caught a baseball from his favorite team. You knew he wanted one for a long time, and no doubt would stay after just to try and get it signed by his favorite players.

Even though you lost the bet, you were glad you came to the game with him. You usually don’t come to outings like these as you’re usually busy with coursework and Bucky tends to invite Steve or Sam to these kinds of things. However, when he was falling behind in chemistry, you helped him complete some assignments and study for an exam he ended up acing thanks to your tutoring. Tutoring is not your specialty, but when the request came from your childhood best friend, there was no way you could say no. You can’t remember the last time you genuinely said no to Bucky.

The people in the seats surrounding you suddenly started to get rowdy breaking you from your thoughts. You scanned the stadium confused as to what everyone was getting animated over. You knew there was a current break in the game, so it couldn’t be that. Hearing the romantic music being played over the speakers brought your attention to the giant screen in the stadium. Your heart skipped a beat as soon as you saw who was on it.

It was you and Bucky.

There the two of you were on the jumbotron with the words ‘KISS CAM’ plastered on the screen surrounded by a scatter of red hearts. You froze in your seat never been put in a position like this. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks as the people around you encouraged the two of you to kiss—including the announcer. You weren’t a stranger to any sort of public displays of affection, but this was something else in its entirety.

“ Y/n, you know we don’t have to do this. They’ll just switch to another couple. Relax,” Bucky spoke up from beside you, his voice gentle and kind. He must have noticed how nervous you had gotten as soon as you two showed up on that screen. You turned to him, the word couple bouncing around your mind with mixed emotions. However, as soon as you locked eyes with him the emotions were no longer mixed.

You wanted to kiss him.

This came as no surprise to you, and most likely no surprise on his part either. There was a constant flirtatious dynamic between you and almost everybody you knew assumed you were a couple. It's not like they would be wrong to assume that since there were a few times you almost crossed the line between friend and lover, however, neither of you ever took the step to fully cross it. Stolen glances, lingering hugs, and near kisses were no strangers in your friendship.

“ But I want to,” your voice came out quieter than you expected, and yet Bucky had heard you. His demeanor changed from earlier, a hopeful yet almost shy look overtook his face. A sheepish grin replaced the confident one from earlier as the reality of what could and would most likely happen, set in.

“ You sure?” He asked coming in closer, his right hand taking your left in his as a comforting gesture. You were so entranced by the moment you only managed to nod your head before he leaned over and kissed you. You kissed back, your right hand dropping the cotton candy and instinctively holding onto his cheek. As the stadium erupted with cheers, he used the hand that was holding yours to pull you in closer by the waist.

Today turned out to be a lucky day for both of you.

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

Warnings: drinking (even tho Bucky can’t get drunk doesn’t mean he can’t try), swearing, iPhone usage

AN: this came in second on my poll so I’ll write it. Sounds fun. I think Bucky would have a few more issues than Otto when learning how to text. And he’d be less about the gifs and more about the actual writing.

Tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

Bucky toyed with his phone as he stood in my living room. He waited while I shuffled around, trying to clean up. Eventually, he brushed past me and went to my fridge to grab a beer.

"What's the big idea?" I called after him. Bucky grunted and he took a sip. My lips quirked up at him as he smirked at me.

"Figure I could at least try to get drunk if we're going to do this." I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"Fine. Whatever. Just pay attention." I sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to me. "What do you know already?" Bucky looked over at me as he sat down. "I'm really supposed to believe that Sam sent you over to me without telling you anything. C'mon Buck." He held up his hands, bottle dangling from his fingers.

"Things I do not want to say out loud to you." He offered. I grimaced and nodded. "Yeah. So how do I actually use this thing?" Taking the phone, I tried to unlock it. The passcode stared back at me.

"Buck, who set the passcode?" Bucky flushed and grabbed it before entering the passcode quickly.

"I did. It was the one thing that Sam taught me that wasn't..." He trailed off before passing me the phone back. He took a sip from the bottle in his hand. "Sorry. I forgot that was there." I nodded quickly.

"As long as it is something no one else can easily guess it is fine." I shrugged. Bucky nodded. "Alright so do you know what any of these do?" He nodded again before opening the phone app.

"This one calls people." He swiped up and tapped the one next to it. "Messaging. Which I still don't understand by the way." Swiping up again, he continued through the phone. "I won't use half of these anyway but according to Sam and Shuri, I need them on there." I chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. Mostly because it's security shit or something that will eventually keep you occupied." I shrugged. "So basically you want to know how to text?" Bucky nodded.

"That's what this is for." He joked before finishing the bottle. I rolled my eyes and leaned into him slightly.

"Well considering you can't get drunk until after like three cases of those, you've got a long way to go Buck." I opened the contacts app. "Let's see who you have in here that we can send something to." I trailed off as I looked at the list. "Four people Buck? That's it?" He nodded sheepishly.

"I don't get out much." He muttered. "Don't text Sam." I nodded.

"No. He'd just tease you relentlessly." I looked over the list again. Sam. Shuri. Sarah. And me. I sighed and handed him back his phone. Getting up, Bucky started to protest. "Hang on a second Bucky. I'm just going to my room to get my phone. Seems like I'm the best option here." He nodded before getting up and heading to the kitchen again. As I emerged from my room, Bucky came back with two bottles and took a long drink from one.

"Alright, I'm ready." He settled in next to me, leaning back against the couch. "Sam usually texts me first so can we go over how to start a message?" I nodded and handed him his phone to unlock.

"Alright. So first thing you do is go to the bar on top and type in my name." I watched as Bucky did that and then tapped my name as it popped up. "Then the bar at the bottom is for the message. Just type whatever." I shrugged and watched as Bucky stared at the screen. He took a long sip of his beer before putting down the bottle. Pulling the phone into his lap, I fiddled with my phone as he typed out his message.

"When I'm done, I just hit this little blue arrow right?" he asked. I nodded.

"Yep. That sends whatever you just typed to the person you are sending it to." I answered. Bucky tapped the button and we waited. "Did you want to know about gifs and all that?" Bucky looked at me with wide eyes.

"There's more?" He asked, awe lacing his tone. I nodded with a smile.

"Yeah. But we don't have to go over it if you don't want to." He shook his head.

"Maybe next time." Bucky mumbled. I nodded and looked at my phone as the message came through. "Listen, (Y/N) you don't have to if you don't..." I was staring at my phone in awe. I looked from Bucky to his message and back. "(Y/N)? You don't have to...I just thought...it was easier to ask..." I cut him off my hugging him.

"Yes Buck." I laughed out. "Yes." He smiled as he wrapped his arms around me. My phone dinged again at the message not being opened from the phone. It read:

Buck: Do you want to go out to dinner with me sometime?

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sapphosvioletts · 3 years

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Vibrant

Bucky Barnes x Autistic Teen Daughter

Summary:

Inspired by the ending of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and also a continuation of Type of Love (you dont need to read it to understand this though). Bucky is a good dad pretty much

Word count: 1,091

Note: Not every autistic person experiences autism the same. I'm autistic and I am writing from my perspective of how I personally experience autism, but not everyone feels the same as me or has the same perspective as I do.

- the reader is adopted, they are not biologically related. I want my writing to be inclusive to everyone, which is why i am specifying this incase it isn't directly said in the fic

.oOo.

I hold onto my dad's metal arm tightly as I follow him out to the dock, his other hand holding a store bought cake. There's a feeling of vibrant energy coming off of everyone, which does make me relax a little.

Although the fight is far from over, Sam, Bucky, and pretty much everyone are just glad to have a break for a bit. Bucky has been noticeably more relaxed, relived that at least part of the fight is done with.

I've been anxious about this get together since I first heard about it, even though I know I have my dad with me and he wouldn't let anything happen to me. I mean, he's barely left my side since getting back anyways, I think he just needs the reassurance of having me around as much as I need him.

"If you want to leave that's perfectly fine, just let me know before you head back inside so I know where you are, yeah?" Bucky looks down at me as we walk along the dock. I give him a nervous smile and nod.

As we start nearing where all of the others are gathered, Sam's nephews run up to Bucky and start play fighting with him. I let go of his arm and step back, laughing at the scene unfolding before me. I chase after them and grab the cake from Bucky while laughing, not wanting him to drop it.

I shake my head and giggle at Bucky as he pushes his way to the front and runs ahead of the boys. I follow, but choose to walk instead so I don't drop the cake. The boys run off somewhere else as Bucky waits for me to catch up.

He takes the cake from me and sets it on one of the tables as I stay a step behind him, not wanting to bring attention to myself. A couple kids come running to the table at the sight of the cake and Bucky laughs before stepping back.

He wraps an arm over my shoulder and I lean into his side. "Burger or hot dog?" My head snaps up as I hear a voice, which came from a man, holding a spatula and wearing an apron. Bucky smiles and looks down at me, I hold up the number two and his gaze goes back to the man. "Two hotdogs please."

The man nods and leaves to get the food from the grill. I can tell just by the tone of his voice that Bucky is relaxed and happy. It's rare to see him like that anywhere besides our apartment or when we're in private. He has an almost calming effect on me and I slowly feel my nerves easing as well.

Bucky thanks the man and grabs both of our hotdogs for us, I keep my head down but still give a shy smile in thanks. I follow Bucky as he goes to one of the tables, and sits down. The table is empty aside from the two of us and is the furtherest away from where the cake is, wanting to avoid the loud children since loud noises always bother me.

As I put my hand down on the bench to sit down, I freeze and stand up. I've always hated how these wooden benches feel, they're a sensory nightmare for me, and of course I wore shorts today.

Before I can say anything Bucky scoots down closer to me at the end of the table and gently pulls me into his lap. I wasn't really expecting that, and the shock sent me into a fit of laughter for a moment as I hold onto the table, thinking I might fall.

He shifts me on his lap so it's more comfortable. I'm sitting on his lap sideways, trapped between Bucky and the table. The feeling of his soft jeans are much better than the scratchy wooden bench.

Bucky launches into a conversation with me, going on about something that happened with Sam. He knows that I'm most likely nonverbal right now, I am around most people that I am not close to, and even some that I am, like Sarah for example. It's nothing against the people, talking is just hard sometimes.

.oOo

I smile as I watch the kids hang onto Bucky's metal arm. Bucky somehow turned into the kids jungle gym, but he doesn't seem to mind. He just stands there, acting like it's no big deal that he's holding two children with one arm.

I spot Sam a little ways away from everyone, staring out into the ocean. I glance back at my dad and catch his eye, pointing over to where Sam is to let him know where I'm going. He nods discretely and so I wander off from the group.

I slowly walk up next to sam on the dock. He looks down at me once he notices me and smiles. "Hey, you having a good time?" I nod in response, smiling back. We both look back into the ocean, admiring the pink and orange sky from the setting sun.

He wraps his arm around my shoulder and I lean into his side, both of us keeping our eyes on the view but appreciating the gesture. I can tell that Sam has a lot on his mind and he just needs this moment. We stand in comfortable silence, aside from the water in the ocean and the faint sounds of talking from the others.

I look over when I feel another body join my other side. I look up to be met with my dad, smiling down at me. I wrap my other arm around his waist, which makes him smile even wider. As he leans into me he hits Sam on the shoulder and pushes him away.

"Alright, can I have my daughter back now?" I'm thrown into a fit of laughter as Bucky gently pulls me into him. "Hey, now you see why I like your daughter more than you, cyborg." Sam snarks back playfully. They both laugh before dropping the act, deciding to leave the banter for another time, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Bucky pulls away and I wrap my arms around one of his and follow him as he walks off. He nudges Sam's shoulder on the way and Sam follows us with a smile after taking one last glance out at the ocean. We all walk back to the others, gentle and content smiles on all of our faces.

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keijislove · 3 years

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I’ll be there: Bucky Barnes X Reader

A/N: WARNING: Slight mention of PTSD, insecurity, basically Bucky not realising what a blessing to humanity he is.

Screams.

They erupted in an instant as the sound of glass shattering pierced the otherwise peaceful night. Screams were all he’d ever known. Screams sounded like music to his ears. It was just a small snippet of what people really deserved after they dared to show their faces in public, knowing the pain they had caused to this world.

Amidst the endless assassins, stood a certain soldier with eyes as dark as his name, hair long and unkempt about his face, and two arms – one regular, which clutched a gun that seemed to fire itself – and the other, made of vibranium, which was busy throttling a man.

The winter soldier.

That name commanded fear. Fear of being killed, knowing that the monster HYDRA had created didn’t have enough human in him to feel emotions like pity or regret.

Bloodlust.

That was all that James Buchanan Barnes had ever known.

“Please, please not my son!” a woman cried, watching tearfully as the winter soldier fought an urge to scoff.

Not caring in the least, he pointed the gun at a little boy of nearly seven years of age and smirked beneath his mask.

The trigger was pulled, deaf to the cries and bloodcurdling screams of the boy’s mother. A gunshot pierced through the hall filled with screams. A bullet shot towards the tiny, unsuspecting boy, reaching to hit him squarely in the head –

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Bucky screamed, sitting up straight.

He looked around. Nobody was there, he was alone. Like he’d always been.

Panting slightly, he looked around, fumbling for the water jug and he poured himself a glass before taking a sip – his hands shaking so badly that the quantity of spilt water was greater than that he drank.

“Just a nightmare,” he feverishly muttered to himself, “No – no big deal, nightmare.”

His lies sounded so untruthful, even Bucky had to scoff at himself.

Just a nightmare.

If he didn’t understand himself at times, who could?

It was almost foolish to admit it, but Bucky felt something he had no way to overcome. Lonely.

His ‘friends’ were leading important lives, either with family or training at the Avengers compound, wanting to make a difference. Yet, here he sat, feeling useless.

He wanted a purpose in life – a gaping hole in his chest nothing seemed to be able to fill. Apparently, the gods had heard his prayer, for that day was one he treasured most in all of his memories.

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“This is the last time I’m working the night shift!” you furiously exclaimed to Leah who just shrugged, saying, “It’s not me who decides the shifts.”

“Meh, well,” you admitted guiltily, “You have a point. But you’re the only I can rant to about this prison.”

“Well, job’s a job, isn’t it?” Leah murmured.

“I guess so.”

The door of the restaurant flew open as somebody walked inside. You didn’t bother to look up, you had way to much experience and hate for this job to care who wanted to eat what.

“Welcome, I am Y/N L/N, just name whatever you want, I’m sure we have it in here and if we don’t, I’m sorry but that’s not my fault and I have been working long hours since weeks and would appreciate a little customer cooperation to ensure the safety of my mental health, okay? What do you want?” you had never talked this way to a customer before – you were known to be a polite employee, but today, you just lost your temper with life.

Receiving silence from the figure that had stopped in front of you, you looked up questioningly and your mind went blank for a second. Standing there was literal eye candy material who looked confused and slightly alarmed. You flushed – great job scaring away a finally nice guy, Y/N.

“Sorry,” you sighed after a while of staring, “Not in the greatest mood these days.”

“I can see that,” the stranger chuckled despite himself, “Rough day?”

“Month,” you corrected moodily, “What can I get you?”

“Meh, the usual, some beer please,” he said.

“Right,” you nodded, turning around, pulling faces at yourself for being so embarrassing. You blindly groped for a bottle and thrust it his way, saying, “Glass?”

“No thanks,” he waved off, uncorking the bottle and downing it, “I’m Bucky, by the way. Bucky Barnes.”

“Hey, I’ve heard of you,” you frowned.

Bucky’s heart dropped into the floors below. Of course you had heard of him. Of the countless, ruthless murders he had performed.

“You’re – that guy, right? Steve Rogers’ best friend?” you asked, “My condolences,” you added quickly.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said, “That’s me.”

“I can see you’ve been through a rough life,” you remarked causally.

“You have no idea.”

And so, Bucky began visiting your bar regularly – a feat that made your shifts more enjoyable and something to look forward to in your mundane life. Bucky understood what a stressful job could be – he felt that if he couldn’t help himself, he’d at least try to help you.

After around a month of knowing him, you decided to do something you had been gathering the balls for for weeks

As soon as you finished your night shift, you spoke, “Can I walk home with you? It’s late – and the night sort of scares me. My house a few blocks away from yours.”

You crossed your fingers and toes behind your back.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Bucky said, “I wouldn’t want you to walk alone anyway.”

Your heart rose – this was a good sign.

You grabbed your coat and threw it on, shivering slightly as both of you made your way out. You locked the door behind you and placed the keys in your pocket as you resumed walking.

“So,” you began, “How’s life going on for you?”

“Crappy, mostly,” Bucky shrugged, “I mean – there’s nothing to do. I just sit around all day, come to your bar, go home, and sit around again.”

“Sounds like a nice life,” you sighed, “I wish I had some peace. I’d trade with you any day.”

This declaration made him laugh.

Now or never, Y/N, you wimp! Do it! Ask him out!

“Hey, listen, Bucky, I was wondering,” you began as he hummed in response, “Uh... we’ve known each other for some time now... don’t take this the wrong way, but I... really, really like you.”

Bucky felt his heart drop again – this was exactly what he’d been afraid of.

“Y/N...” he began.

“It’s okay, you might not feel the same,” you hurriedly said, swallowing back a few overcoming tears.

“No, Y/N, it’s nothing like that,” Bucky assured you, “I really like you too – but are you sure you’ve thought this through?”

“Thought what – what are you talking about?” you asked, nonplussed.

“I’m just saying – think about it,” Bucky began, “You – you’d be throwing away your future – I don’t want to do that to you. You’re a smart, beautiful woman, and you honestly deserve so much better! I can’t make you happy – I can’t make myself happy, I don’t know anything about commitment. I can’t give you children or a family – and the people who know of my past – almost everyone – will look down on you, I don’t want you to have that burden. I’m – a monster, Y/N, you can’t –”

“Stop,” you whispered, shaking your head, “Stop doing this to yourself. Who on Earth – Bucky, you are not a monster. I would never think like that – and it’s okay if you can’t give me a family – all I want is you. Just you.”

“Yeah, but you’re forgetting the most important part,” Bucky whispered, “I’m dangerous. I can’t trust my own mind. Trigger words, remember? Even if I’m not a killer anymore, I’ve made a lot of enemies – I don’t want anyone to use you to get to me.”

“What if I don’t care?” you asked angrily, “Let them try. And your trigger words – nice try, Bucky, you wanna be more careful what you tell others about your past. I know that that problem was taken care of years ago. You’re jut scared to open up.”

“I get nightmares....” Bucky’s voice trailed off in a feeble attempt to coax you to change your mind.

“And now you’ll have someone to calm you down next to you,” you firmly stated.

Bucky sighed, “Coffee shop down the street, tomorrow, noon.”

“Don’t you dare be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, doll.”

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staticscreenwriting · 2 years

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BETHANY AND JO’S CHRISTMAS CALENDAR DAY THREE: Traditions

Today is all about traditions. Passed down through generations or completely new and ones. Get creative !

If you’re not a writer, that’s okay! You can make moodboards, playlists, art, whatever you want! Just please tag all triggers appropriately if there is any!

When you post your work, please tag them with #ChristmasCreationCalendar2021 but we all know how broken tumblr’s site is so feel free to message us with a link to your work!

Find the rules to the calendar here!

Find the masterlist of all the calendar days so far here!

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random-imaginess · 4 years

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#12 of your recent prompt list “You are ridiculously comfortable” with Bucky please :) big time bonus points for slice of life stuff

A/N: I hope this fits what you were looking for! I had a lot of ways I could have done it, but this one seemed to flow better. It’s also not edited or anything, so there’s more than likely gonna be typos. Sorry about that!

You kicked your shoes off by the door and let out a dramatic sigh as you released all of the tension from the day. From the moment you woke up that morning, everything just seemed to work against you, starting with the alarm that decided not to go off. It if weren’t for Bucky pulling you out of bed, you surely would have been late.

Though it didn’t seem to matter because after the situation at Starbucks, you were ten minutes late anyway. The line was long, everyone scattering around as they hurried off to their boring jobs, and you ended up getting shoved out of the way and half of your, thankfully, iced coffee spilled down the front of your shirt. If it weren’t for the extra blouse you had stuffed in the trunk, you would have had to go all day like that. Then from there it was just one disaster after another.

So finally getting home and able to relax felt amazing. You made your way to the bedroom after not seeing Bucky in the living room, discarding your clothes before tossing yourself onto the soft mattress. “Bucky?” You called out to him, your eyes closing in the process. “In here!” His voice could faintly be heard in the direction of the bathroom. The room seemed to lighten up a bit when he opened the door, steam exiting through as he walked out in just his towel wrapped around his waste. You felt the bed sink in as he sat down, the feeling of his lips on your forehead moments later. “How was your day?” His voice was calming and you could feel yourself begin to let go of everything that the day brought. “It was a nightmare. But it’s over, and I’m home, and I can cuddle with you for the rest of the night.” You opened your eyes and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before turning over so you were partially laying on him, your arm wrapped tightly around his waist and his right arm wrapping behind your neck as his fingers tangled through your hair.

He let out a faint chuckle as he gently squeezed you closer to him. “I hate to be the one to add more disappointment, but we’re supposed to be going out tonight. We made plans to meet up with Steve for dinner, remember?” A loud groan was your response. “Nooo, I completely forgot. Can’t we reschedule that?” You looked up at him now, your eyebrows knitted together. The amused smile on his face made you lighten it a bit. “We already rescheduled twice. Besides, it’s too late now, he’s expecting us in 30 minutes.”

You let out another whine as you rested your head on his chest again, stubbornly refusing to get up from your spot. Maybe if you stalled long enough, you’d be forced to do another rain check. But Bucky wasn’t going to let you get away with it a third time. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy spending time with Steve, you did, but staying in tonight would have been for a very valid reason this time. Not like the other two times where you were caught up in watching corny sitcoms and the other time when it was actually Steve who called it off!

Bucky pulled you out of your thoughts as he gently nudged you. “Come on, baby, we gotta get moving. You know he’ll start calling and asking where we’re at.” He laughed at the thought. You looked up at him and scooted yourself up slightly. “You are ridiculously comfortable,” you smiled sweetly at him. “I don’t think it’s physically possible for me to move now. Steve can come over and we’ll have some kind of picnic in here.” You raised your eyebrows, looking at him like it was the greatest idea you’ve ever had. He laughed at the idea. “We’re not inviting him over so he can see us half dressed. How about this; you get ready now and then the sooner we get done, the sooner we can come back and cuddle and not move for two days straight.”

You stared at him for a long moment, almost annoyed at how perfect he made that sound. “Fine,” you stretched your neck forward and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before deepening the second one. You had missed him desperately all day, it was nice to be able to be wrapped up in his arms at the end of a hard tiring day, as brief as it may have been.

His right hand found your cheek and gently caressed it as he moved the strands of hair. It would have been so easy to get caught up in this moment, and it would have been completely unintentional, but you stopped yourself before you got too deeply distracted. “I guess I’m gonna go get ready now.” You whispered, your lips still hovering over his. “Good idea.” He smiled and kissed you one last time before slipping out from your embrace.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader #marvel imagines #random-imaginess

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mxrlin-writes · 5 years

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Hello! If you are still doing them, may I please have a Marvel ship? I’m 5’5 with blonde hair, blue eyes, and I wear glasses. I am a girl. My zodiac sign is Virgo. I am very quiet but loud and annoying once I feel comfortable. I am very sensitive and cry over everything. I enjoy art and photography. That’s about it, thank you!!

I ship you with...

He loves watching you draw, and also loves your photography - he takes up the latter, often taking pictures starring you. Bucky manages to bring you out of your shell and loves your loud self, which in turn allows him to be more vocal and show his real sense of humour. Sometimes he likes to play with your hair. When you two are out and about, he sometimes uses you as a leaning post due to you being shorter than him.

#merlinwrites #mcu #marvel #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #bucky x reader #bucky #bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #the winter soldier #avengers #avengers x reader #avengers imagi #the winter soldier x reader #the winter soldier imagine #ships #ships are open

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a-splash-of-stucky · 6 years

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A Messed Up Place | Epilogue

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A wedding and a surprise

Warnings: flooffy goodness :’)

“Professional” Notes: The last ever AMUP update is being posted on Bucky’s birthday — I feel like that’s appropriate, somehow. Also, this was supposed to be a short and sweet epilogue but whOOPS 4k words happened somehow. Self-discipline? Don’t know what that is, never heard of it. #noregrets

“Emotional” Notes: I’m sobbing, I’m screaming, I’m hysterical, I’m not ready for this gAAHHHH!!!!

I’m feeling like a bundle of raw emotions rn. A Messed Up Place has been a labour of love ever since October 12th, 2017, my 19th birthday and the day I posted the AMUP Prologue. Now, nearly 5 months later, it’s coming to its official end. Thank you to everyone who’s stuck with me throughout this journey — your reblogs, comments and reactions have truly meant the world to me. To share this story with you, to see all the love that has come out of it, to have had this story bring me closer to some of my faves…there are no words to describe how I’m feeling. Honestly. Thank you so much, all of you.

Also, I’m sorry I broke your hearts and made you cry — I hope it was worth it all in the end.

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“My point is, I’ve known Tony for a long time,” says Rhodey. He pauses and cocks his head to the side, before barking out a short, dry laugh. “Actually, now that I think about it, it hasn’t been that long year-wise, but man, with the amount of sh—I mean…stuff he’s gotten himself into, it sure does feel a lot longer.”

As Rhodey takes a sip of his champagne, he catches Bucky’s gaze out of the corner of his eye and gives an almost imperceptible quirk of his eyebrows. Bucky flashes him an easy smile and gives him a subtle thumbs-up, showing his thanks for the quick save.

Steph’s at the age where she just adores repeating basically every word that she hears. The last thing Bucky needs is for the word ‘shit’ to be added to her repertoire of favourites, alongside ‘laun-de-reee’, ‘no’ and ‘cat dick’.

Though, with a room full of adults in various stages of tipsiness, not adding a swear word to Steph’s vocabulary is proving easier said than done. There have been a few too many close-calls tonight. Why did Bucky ever think that letting Steph stay for the reception was a good idea? Her sleep schedule’s going to be fucked up for the next week.

Bucky pauses, registering his train of thought. God, he’s such a dad.

“I remember when Tony was an insufferable know-it-all,” Rhodey continues, his voice drawing Bucky back to the present. “Oh wait — he still is an insufferable know-it-all.”

That pulls a chuckle out of Bucky and causes a titter of laughter to ripple through the room. Tony gives his best man an affronted look.

“Yeah, but I guess back in the day, he was a hundred times worse,” Rhodey amends, once the audience has settled again. “I mean, c’mon! He was schooling all of his professors in MIT! Gave a lecture of his own, at one point — after hijacking the lectern in true Tony fashion, of course.”

“I’ve watched him as he lived the life of a CEO playboy. I’ve seen him learn what responsibility is. I’ve seen him at the lowest of his low points and the peak of his high points. And I thought I’d seen all the parts of him there ever was to see — until he met you, Pepper.”

The customary wave of ‘aww’s’ sweep through the room. Bucky watches as Pepper — in an uncustomary public display of affection — scoots her chair closer to Tony’s and rests her cheek on his shoulder. Pepper’s strawberry blonde hair has started to fall out of her bun, curled tendrils hanging loosely around her face. Her cheeks have a rosy glow to them that match the happy glimmer in her eyes. She looks relaxed and in love and more at peace than she’s ever been — just like her new husband.

“You bring out a whole different side of him, Pep,” Rhodey says, the fondness evident in his tone. “He’ll deny this to his grave, I know, but you make him soft at heart. You’re good for him and hopefully — he’ll be good to you. May the both of you live a long life, have a healthy marriage and please, for the love of god, don’t let any of your kids get their hands on Tony’s suits. To the both of you,” he declares, raising his champagne flute with a grin on his face. Amidst waves of laughter, Bucky catches the toast being echoed by the rest of the wedding guests.

Bucky pushes off from the wall he’s been leaning on and walks back to the centre of the dance floor. He takes the mic off Rhodey as their paths cross, murmuring a quiet ‘well done’ as they brush shoulders. That’s the last speech of what has been an eventful night, filled with tears (of the happy sort), lots of laughter and two separate occasions of Tony nearly setting Pepper’s dress on fire.

But besides those instances of near-catastrophe, the whole affair has been rather low-key and chilled. It’s clear that Pepper’s done most of the wedding planning. The entire event is being held in the back gardens of the compound. An enormous marquee has been set up, with fairy lights, lanterns and all manner of flowers strung from the ceiling. There’s a dance floor on one end and tables taking up the rest of the space. Everything is pastel coloured and tastefully decorated.

It’s nice. Really nice.

“So, that marks the end of all the speeches we have lined up for tonight,” Bucky says, addressing the assembled crowd. He’s the MC of the reception, tasked with the trying job of facilitating seamless transitions between the nights’ entertainment.

Bucky’s really glad that his work is almost done.

“I’d just like to say a quick thank you, on behalf of our newly married couple, to everyone that’s made this event what it was. And to Tony and Pepper — I’m sure you’re sick of hearing this, by this point, but congratulations,” Bucky says sincerely, flashing the two of them a warm smile. Pepper returns the gesture and Tony nods his head in acknowledgement.

Just then, Bucky hears the tap-tap-tap of patent-leather shoes darting across the floor. He beams when he catches sight of his daughter rushing towards him at full speed, arms outstretched, fine blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders and chocolate cake smeared on her chin.

Typical, he sighs internally. Well, at least there’s no chocolate on her white dress.

As Stephanie runs to his side, Bucky crouches down to welcome her with open arms. He hoists her up in one smooth motion, perching her on his waist. She enthusiastically wraps her arms around his neck and flashes him a toothy grin.

“Hello gorgeous,” Bucky murmurs, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead. Bucky spots you sitting beside Pepper and arches an eyebrow in your direction, before looking pointedly at Steph; a silent what’s she up to?

You shrug exaggeratedly, hands raised and palms facing outward. How the hell do I know?

“Daddy,” Steph whines, patting Bucky on the cheek to get his attention, “Wanna go dancing again.”

Bucky’s heart might just have melted a little. He ducks his head closer, “Almost done here, gorgeous, then we can go dancing again, okay?” he whispers, lips brushing the shell of Steph’s ear with each word. He smiles when she giggles and pushes his face away with her pudgy hands; his baby’s always had ticklish ears.

Steph leans back and puts her palm on his cheek, schooling her features into a more solemn expression. “Daddy, I haff something ‘portant to tell you,” she says seriously.

“Oh?” Bucky asks, arching an eyebrow in amusement. “Okay, but is there something you want to say to Tony and Pepper first, gorgeous?”

Stephanie seems to think about it for a minute, brows drawing together and lips pursing as if she’s sucked on a lemon. When it clicks, she claps her hands excitedly as an exuberant grin spreads across her face.

“Yeah!” she cries, making grabby hands for the mic, “I gotta say something!”

Bucky chuckles, holding the mic closer to her mouth. “Go ahead, sweetheart,” he says.

Steph twists around so that she’s beaming brightly at the crowd of expectant faces. As the one and only flower girl in attendance, over the course of the night, Steph seems to have won over the hearts of everyone present.

Who can blame them, really?

Bucky catches sight of you, sitting in between Wanda and Pepper, watching your daughter with a bemused smile on your face. You’ve got your chin propped up on one hand, a glass of water poised at your lips. You meet Bucky’s gaze and flash him a cheeky wink, just as you take a sip.

“Ev’body? I’m gonna be a biiiiiig sistah!” Steph announces proudly.

What?

It’s lucky that Bucky’s eyes are trained on you, because your reaction to Steph’s revelation is priceless. You choke on your mouthful of water and burst into a coughing fit. Wanda turns towards you to thump your back, whilst simultaneously shooting Bucky an is this for real? expression. Pepper and Tony have bolted upright, their haze of marital bliss disrupted by the commotion. Natasha and Sam look like they’ve gone into shock, and everyone else’s gaze is focused on Stephanie, who is seemingly unaware of what she’s just done.

A stunned hush descends over the room.

“Uhm,” Bucky mutters weakly. He clears his throat and shifts Stephanie on his hip. “Uhh—gorgeous…I think you had something else you wanted to say to Tony and Pepper, right?” he asks. “Remember? You were practicing it this morning?”

Stephanie cocks her head to the side and narrows her eyes. “Oh! Oh, con…gra…chu…lay…shuns?” she says slowly, carefully enunciating each syllable.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees, his voice strained. “Yeah, um…why don’t you go sit back down with Aunty Nat, gorgeous, and let Daddy finish this off?” he suggests. Steph nods agreeably. Bucky sets her down and watches as she toddles off towards the head table, where Natasha is holding a hand out for her. Bucky runs his metal hand through his hair and takes a shaky breath.

“Okay, well…um,” he starts, “I—guess there’s not much more for me to say. Congratulations, Tony and Pepper. May you have a good marriage and all that.”

He’s pretty sure his words fall on deaf ears. As Bucky hands the mic back to the DJ hovering at the back of the dance floor, he spies you hurriedly weaving through the tables and slipping out of the marquee via one of the side flaps. Sam shoots Bucky a pointed look and jerks his head in your direction; a clear go after her, dude. Steph seems to be well-occupied by Natasha for the moment, and so, silently praying that his daughter isn’t going to start spouting out more secrets, Bucky quickly dashes after you.

When he steps outside, Bucky discovers that the twilight hour has come and gone. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, Bucky spins around in a circle, trying to find you. He spots you sitting on the concrete steps leading into the main building, your elbows on your knees, hands clasped in front of you and forehead pressed against your wrists. He sighs, slowly walking towards you, loosening his tie and undoing the top button of his crisp white shirt as he goes. Bucky plops himself down a couple of steps below you, body angled in your direction.

“She’s only three,” you say weakly, not bothering to lift your head up to acknowledge him. “What did I expect? Ugh, our daughter is terrible at keeping secrets.”

Bucky’s heart does an excited little flutter. “So she was serious?” he croaks out.

You drop your hands. Your mascara’s smudged underneath your eyes and most of your lipstick has rubbed off, this late in the day. But, you’ve still got a smile on your face and to Bucky, you look as beautiful as ever.

“I found out a few days ago,” you admit quietly, “Realised that my period was late and took a test.” You laugh softly, “Got the shock of my life when I saw it was positive.”

Bucky inhales sharply.

“I thought it’d be a nice to have Steph tell you the news,” you continue, eyes flicking up briefly to meet his. “I’ve been practicing it with her and—,” you break off with a groan, burying your face in your hands. “Fuck, why did I ever think that was a good idea? Now everyone knows that I’m pregnant and I wanted to tell you first in private before—and, and now—,”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Bucky interjects, pushing himself onto his knees and catching your wrists in his hands. He pulls them to his chest, ignoring your weak protests, leaving you unable to hide your face from him. When you tilt your chin upwards, Bucky sees the glimmer of unshed tears in your eyes. The watery smile on your lips tells him that they’re not tears of sadness, though. In this moment, Bucky feels like there’s a gurgling pressure behind his sternum, a bubbling spring of emotions itching to spew free.

“For real, princess?” he asks quietly, barely able to contain himself.

You laugh breathlessly, the corners of your eyes crinkling with joy. “Yeah, honey. Really.”

Bucky swallows, then leans in close until his forehead is resting against yours, until his nose brushes your cheek and your breath ghosts over his face. You slip a hand out of his grip and curl it around the back of his neck, fingers combing through his ponytail.

“Tell me again, sweetheart,” Bucky says, voice hoarse, thick with tears. With your palm pressed to his chest, he has no doubt that you can feel the mad thumping of his heart. “I need to hear you say it.”

Your hand on the back of his neck tightens its grip. “I’m pregnant,” you whisper.

Bucky lets out a half-sob, body surging forward to crash his lips against yours. Inside his chest, he feels the dam burst, allowing a tsunami wave of emotions to course through his system. The kiss is heated and sweet and meaningful, all that same time. His brain is spinning, his body is floating, his heart is soaring, his soul is singing. He’s overcome with feelings and he just—he can’t put any of them into words.

“Sweetheart,” he says breathlessly, brokenly. It’s the only word his brain can think of right now. Fuck—he has so many things to tell you. I can’t believe it, he wants to say. I’m terrified, maybe. I’m so fucking happy. I love you so much. “I—oh my god—,”

“I know,” you say fervently, meeting his lips for another urgent kiss, “I know.”

And perhaps, he just doesn’t need to say anything. Maybe you’ve heard all those unsaid words anyway. Maybe, after all this time, you just know.

“Again,” Bucky demands, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other arm encircling your waist. He darts in for another kiss — fuck he never wants to stop kissing you, ever — as he leans forward, forcing you to brace your elbows against the step above the one you’re sitting on. “Tell me again,” he begs, gently nipping your bottom lip as he pulls back to look at you.

He takes in your kiss-bitten lips, your darkened eyes and your messy hair. You curl your fingers into the lapels of his jacket, just as your lips curl into a private smile, for his eyes only. “I’m pregnant,” you repeat, your voice quiet, sincere.

Bucky drops down again, brushing his lips against yours. “I love you so much,” he says, in between kisses, “So fucking much, you know that?”.

“Love you too,” you reply, throwing your arms over his shoulders to hold him close.

Where words fail, actions speak.

Bucky pours every ounce of love surging through his body into every press of his lips, desperately hoping that each kiss is enough to telegraph the extent of his emotions. Words are not enough, actions are not enough — he wants you to know how he’s feeling so bad. His world is shaken by this news — for better, for worse, who knows?

The only certainty he’s holding onto right now is you.

Bucky blankets your body with his, moulding his body to yours and wishing he could do the same to your souls. He kisses you and tastes the salt of your tears, the mint on your tongue. He feels the hammering of your heart, hears your barely-audible sighs and greedily drinks in the exultant joy radiating out of every fibre of your being.

“Sweetheart,” Bucky breathes, cradling the back of your neck with his flesh hand and pulling your mouth closer, kissing your lips like you’re the oxygen that Bucky has been starving for. And maybe that is what you are, Bucky thinks desperately, a fleeting thought in his dizzy mind. Maybe you’ve been his oxygen all this while. Because it’d certainly felt like an agonisingly slow death, enduring all those months without you.

The two of you lose time like that, sprawled out on the steps, tangled in each others arms, rucking up your fancy clothes. You trade kisses and soft touches, murmured promises and meaningful stares. There’s a simmering heat in his belly that Bucky could turn into something more if he stoked the fire and gave it some attention, but for now — this is enough.

From somewhere on his left, someone clears their throat obnoxiously.

Bucky startles, quickly rolling off you as he reaches for the knife strapped to his left calf. When he sees who it is, he allows his posture to relax, although a hot rush of embarrassment does race through his veins.

“If we’d walked out a second later, I’m fairly certain we’d’ve stumbled across you two defiling our porch steps,” Tony remarks dryly.

Pepper gently elbows him in the side. “Tony!” she chastises, “Be nice.”

“Sorry, darling,” Tony says quickly. Bucky doesn’t miss the dopey look he shoots in her direction.

Seriously. Were you and Bucky ever this bad?

Bucky glances down at the gold ring welded onto his metal ring finger, casts his mind back to a warm summer’s day on the beach, sun on his face, sand between his toes, his arms around your waist and thinks no — the two of you were worse.

“Anyway,” Tony drawls, “I must say, your daughter sure does have a knack for dramatic timing.”

“He did learn from the best,” Pepper comments sarcastically, giving him the side-eye. Tony squawks in protest.

“Tony—Pepper, I’m so, so sorry,” you say quickly, sitting up and brushing you skirt back into place. “I—I really didn’t mean to steal your thunder, or anything like that, I swear, it was—,”

Pepper holds a hand up to silence you, a benevolent smile on her lips. “No harm done, Y/N,” she says reassuringly, “Really, we mean it. Yes, it was quite the shock, but—that just makes the night more memorable, no? We’re not mad, honestly.”

Tony snorts. “Speak for yourself,” he grumbles. “Sorry, sorry,” he adds hastily, when Pepper narrows her eyes into a murderous glare. Turning his focus back to the two of you, he clears his throat and says, “Congratulations, and all that good stuff, I suppose.”

Pepper rolls her eyes. “Yes, congratulations, you two,” she says emphatically. “And technically, it is past midnight, so you didn’t really steal our thunder.”

You make a sound that is a cross between a laugh and a groan. “I’m never going to forgive her for this,” you mutter darkly, “There goes her Stark tablet privileges for the week!”

“You say that, but you know she’ll just do something to make you forgive her in the next day,” Bucky points out. “Kid’s got us wrapped around her finger.”

With a resigned, full-bodied sigh, you slump against Bucky’s side. “It’s the thought that counts,” you say morosely.

“Well, I think we’ll leave you two to rejoice in peace,” Tony says decisively, pivoting on his heel and striding back to the party. “Just don’t traumatise any of our guests when they come out here!” he calls over his shoulder.

“Tony,” Pepper says, in a voice that is both fond and exasperated. To the two of you, she adds, “Seriously, no offence taken. I’ll make sure that Nat’s keeping an eye on Stephanie.”

“Thank you, Pepper,” Bucky says, as Pepper glides off towards her husband, her periwinkle blue wedding dress swishing with each step.

The two of you sit in silence, watching as Tony and Pepper slip back into the marquee, hand-in-hand. When the coast is clear, you peel yourself away from Bucky’s side and climb into his lap. Bucky chuckles in surprise, but plants his feet flat on the step below, allowing you to straddle his thighs.

You pay no attention to the fact that your skirt has bunched up in your lap, nor to the fact that someone from the reception could stumble out and see you two at any second. Bucky rests his hands on your waist and tips his head back to look at you, awestruck by the reality of the situation and the enormity of this new adventure.

“How the hell are we gonna manage with two little ones?” he asks quietly, thumbs rubbing gentle circles into your hipbones. “We can barely get by with just Steph!”

You throw your head back and laugh, drawing Bucky’s attention to the elegant column of your neck. Compelled, he leans forward and presses a kiss to the hollow of your throat, letting his lips linger for a while. You hum softly, looping your arms over his shoulders and scooting forward a little, so that your chest is pressed against his.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” you murmur, “Things always seem to have a way of working out.”

When your lips finally meet, the kiss is tender — languid and lazy, like a sluggish breeze on a sweltering hot day. Bucky’s arms tighten around you, the fingers of his flesh hand tangling in your hair, his metal hand tracing patterns across the skin of your bare back. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip and swallows your breathy sigh. You mouth opens so easily for him and before long, he finds you rolling your hips against his in slow, sinuous motions.

Bucky’s mouths a trail of wet kisses across your jaw and down your neck, coming to a stop above your pulse point. He feels your thrumming heartbeat against his lips, seemingly beating in time with his own heart.

“D’you think it’s okay if we ask Nat and Sam to take Steph for the night?” he asks, only half-joking, “Y’know. For celebration purposes.”

He feels the rumble of your laughter vibrate through his chest. “Bucky,” you giggle.

“What?”

“No,” you say. Bucky’s fairly certain he heard your eyes rolling, that time.

“Aw—c’mon, honey—,”

“No,” you repeat firmly. Before he can protest further, you cup Bucky’s jaw in your hands, tilting his head back until he meets your eyes.

Your hair is disheveled, falling around your face in messy strands. There’s a gleaming brightness in your eyes that makes the marquee lights behind you seem pale in comparison. You brush your thumb across Bucky’s stubbled jaw, an absentminded smile playing on your lips. “Not tonight, at least,” you tell him.

Bucky swallows, reaches his flesh hand up to catch your wrist. He turns his face to the side and presses his lips to the heel of your palm, registers your sharp intake of breath. “I’m gonna hold you to that promise,” he murmurs.

You huff out a laugh and lean forward, nosing a path down his cheek. Bucky turns his head and finds your mouth again, pressing his lips against yours in slow, unhurried movements.

“Tell me again,” Bucky whispers, as his flesh hand comes to rest on top of your belly.

You rest your hands on top of his, before swallowing audibly. You hold his gaze, your eyes bright with sudden tears, a pure and hopeful smile on your lips.

“I’m pregnant, sweetheart. We’re gonna have another baby.”

Bucky thinks he’ll never be as happy as he is right now, sitting on some concrete steps with you in his arms, stealing kisses from your lips whilst the sounds of laughter and upbeat music float across the gardens.

Bucky’s glad he stands corrected a few months later, on Steph’s fourth birthday, when he sees the look of delight on his baby’s face as she sets eyes on her unicorn-themed birthday cake. They’re surrounded by their super-family, a collection of opened presents and shredded wrapping paper littering the floor of the common room. Stephanie manages to get pink frosting all over her face, making Bucky laugh until his cheeks are sore. You try to keep the smile from spreading across your face, but it’s a futile effort when you have a daughter as sweet as Steph.

You have a hand resting protectively on top of your burgeoning belly, and the sight only serves to make Bucky’s heart swell a little more.

Bucky’s glad he stands corrected a few months after that, as he cradles his son in his arms, gently rocking him back and forth as he makes his way over to your side of the bed. You take him from Bucky, cooing softly as you stroke your knuckle over his chubby cheeks. Steph, perched on your other side, peers at the baby curiously, as if trying to decide what to make of her little brother. Warily, tentatively, she brushes her index finger over his pudgy fist, gasping in surprise when he wraps his little fingers around it and holds on tight.

“I think I could love him,” she whispers.

Bucky’s glad he stands corrected a few years down the line, as the two of you bring in the last of the boxes and set them on the kitchen counter. The house is a mess, the kids are wreaking their usual havoc and the last thing he wants to do is walk up a flight of stairs to check on them. Both of you are gross and sweaty, but Bucky loops his arms around you and pulls you close nonetheless, planting an enthusiastic kiss on your lips. Moving in has been stressful and exciting, to say the least, but Bucky is eager to start writing this new chapter in your lives. He can’t wait to fill these walls with memories and make this house a place to call home.

Unable to fight the grin spreading across his face, Bucky picks you up and swings you around in a circle. “Welcome home, sweetheart,” he breathes.

Bucky loses track of how many times he stands corrected, as the years go by. Day after day, he smiles until his cheeks hurt and laughs until his sides ache. The years are filled with birthdays and babies, missions and milestones, ups and downs. He watches his children go to school, grow up, get married, have lives — take on the world like they were made of gold dust and vibranium.

“What a life, huh sweetheart?” Bucky asks softly, as another chapter comes to its end.

Time has a funny way of slipping by in the blink of an eye, he’s noticed. Many things have changed over the years, but the one faithful, unshakeable constant he’s held onto is his love for you.

Bucky thinks of this as the two of you lie tangled up on the sofa, your body slotted between Bucky’s legs, your cheek pressed to his chest and his chin resting on top of your head.

“Yeah, honey. What a life,” you murmur, as you slip your fingers underneath the hem of his t-shirt, splaying them across the small of his back. “A crazy, wild, tumultuous, messy life.”

You pause to pull away from him, sitting up a little and craning your head back to look into his eyes. “But worth it all?” you ask.

Bucky grins, feels that joyous fluttering in his heart as he leans forward and presses a kiss to your lips. “Yeah, my gorgeous. It’s all been worth it.”

End A/N: Am I bawling my eyes out? You betcha :’)))

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bbparker · 6 years

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I’m just curious about this, but what would Steve and Bucky’s reaction be when they first witnessed how materialistic Christmas has become?

Steve:

Steve would probably become really disappointed realising that a lot of things he stood for in WW2 was traded in for materialistic items that couldn’t possibly last as long as a true friendship, love or bravery. He also gets really sad about all the poor kids who are probably bullied for their families not being able to afford these $1,000 phones and clothes- he can relate. Steve also hates that people don’t take advantage of being around their family, choosing their gifts instead, because he would give anything to have his family back. (Not that the Avengers aren’t an amazing family-even if it’s a little dysfunctional)

Bucky:

Bucky, probably in some way, enjoys it. But in all honesty, he also finds it ridiculous. Most people in his day were given handmade gifts from the heart (also because they couldn’t waste money on anything but food and rent) So when It came to his first Christmas with the Avengers, he was shocked to see Tony’s gifts of various technologies which probably cost a couple grand to make. In all honesty, disappointed and sad that a lot of today’s kids would prefer to receive an iPhone than see their family.

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multixxedits · 7 years

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Marvel Men lock screen Don't forget you can message me requests :))

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myveryownfanfiction · 2 years

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Scene starters are here! I do Christmas so it’s gonna be some of those. I’ll try not to do too many tho. So without further ado:

To request: send a character and a number (if u add the starter that’s awesome if not that’s ok)

1. Decorating the tree

2. Macys day parade

3. movie marathon

4. Family dinner

5. Eggnog

6. Gift giving

7. Christmas morning

8. looking at lights

9. Playing in the snow

10. Mistletoe

11. Hot chocolate

12. wrapping presents

13. Christmas card picture

14. Someone dresses as Santa

15. Blizzard snow in

16. Snow day

17. Fruitcake

18. Christmas cookies

19. picking out a tree

20. Present snooping

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tatestripedsweater · 3 years

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Bucky Barnes as a father HC - Requested by: No one (I’m in a soft mood!)

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Bucky isn’t overly strict with his kids but he is stern but fair, if they’ve given you or him attitude then it’s a time out and he expects an apology after.

But if they’re having a meltdown, instead of lecturing them Bucky gets down to their level. He practices breathing exercises with them and let’s them know it’s okay to feel this way, but they need to count to ten and breath with him.

He’s very protective over you and his children so he will give a stern talking to whoever upset either of you, god help if one of his children get cheated on when they’re older.

When his children was first born, Bucky was afraid to hold them as he was scared of hurting them. Bucky always acted as if they were made off glass. Q

His kids love his metal arm and they will put stickers on it, they’re the only ones to get away with doing that. Bucky even lets them hold onto it and swing on the arm since it’s strong enough to hold their weight.

Bucky definitely named one of his sons after Steve and shows them all pictures of him. He’s known as ‘Uncle Steve’ in your household.

The kids have asked him why he has a metal arm, so Bucky came up with a story about how he didn’t eat his vegetables as a kid, and then one day it dropped off.

Is a very proud father and no matter how little he will show off their creations: A painting? He sends a picture to Sam then hangs it on the fridge. Claiming its a masterpiece.

Whenever they have nightmares he’s the first one in their room, he just wants you to sleep and rest. Bucky tells them that sometimes ‘daddy has bad dreams’, but they aren’t real and that they’re safe. He invests in a nightlight for them to help.

Bucky calls his children his ‘little army’, he just wants a big family with you and will do anything to get it. He loves being a father, Bucky is a softy at heart.

He’s that type of dad that takes control of the grill, won’t let anyone near it. Bucky even has an apron that has ‘master of the grill’ on it.

Bucky also likes to crack dad jokes here and there, it’ll be at the most inappropriate times. Like if you’re both out shopping or in public he’ll make the kids laugh with a joke.

When his kids got to the right age, maybe 16. That’s when he told them details about his past, Bucky left out the killing but told them about Hydra as he didn’t want them finding out online or from anyone else.

Bucky always shows affection towards you around the children, he wants them to learn how they should be treated when they’re in a relationship.

^ “Wow, daddy really loves mummy/daddy” When they say that he ends up grinning like a kid.

Gives them piggy back rides around the house and runs with them on his back just to hear his kids laugh.

Calls his children ‘poppet’ as a nickname as his own mother used to call him that as a child.

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mystic-writings · 3 years

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Hailey’s 300 follower sleepover!

first off, i want to thank each and every one of you for 300 followers! i never thought i would be able to get here on my first blog, and it really means the world to me that we’ve been able to do it again

rules:

You are allowed to send in as many asks as you like, aside from the ones that are italicized, which i ask that if you do send some in (blurbs, head canons), only send in one or two

Please be patient when it comes to having your ask answered. I’m only one person and I started new classes earlier so I do have to make sure I’m on top of everything for now

The sleepover is closing on May 10th! (maybe earlier if something comes up)

Don’t forget to reblog and spread the word!

categories/asks:

🎨 ask me a question you want to know about me/my writing and i'll add in a photo of my favourite actor/character

🎞 tell me a bit about yourself and choose a fandom and i'll tell you what character i think would be your sibling!

🥁 i'll give you a song recommendation from my playlist

🎸 ask me a question about my writing process or for a snippet of my current wip, Missing Piece

🎤 send me a character and i'll give you a head canon i came up with for them (only jatp, mcu, and narnia characters)

🩰 send me a blurb request from this prompt list (rules are listed below)

blurb rules:

i'm only taking blurb requests for the following characters:

prince caspian

peter pevensie

edmund pevensie

bucky barnes

wanda maximoff

bobby wilson

reggie peters

julie molina

owen patrick joyner

evan buckley

(bolded characters are the ones i currently have a lot of inspiration for)

no smut/nsfw

tagging a few mutuals to spread the word & reblog if they want: @biqherosix @msmarvelsmain @mrsweasley06 @mxlti-fand0m-imaginess @whoseblogsthis

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random-imaginess · 4 years

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Hi! Idk how your requests work, but could I request a Bucky x Reader where maybe Y/N works at an animal shelter and Bucky is trying to get a dog and it’s just all fluff and he’s like “oh well I think the dog might wanna come back and visit you”

This way works just fine! I’ll have fun prompts and stuff you can also request if you didn’t want to send one of your own. As a side note, this got a bit deep towards the end, I’m sorry! This was a great request and so easy to get caught up in my feeling towards animals! And a lot a lot of smiling.....!

The afternoon had been fairly quiet, aside from the faint barking in the back. You worked in a small kennel where you helped the dogs find loving forever homes. Every day was a constant joy being surrounded by their hyper personalities, you couldn’t imagine ever working anywhere else. You heard the ding of the front door and turned to greet the patron that walked in after filing the last folder, a bright smile on your face as your eyes met with the blue-eyed male before you. “Good afternoon, what can I help you with?” He hesitated briefly before opening his mouth to speak. “I was wanting to look into adopting a dog, I was hoping I could take a look around?”

“Of course, I can show you around and see if we can find what you’re looking for. All of our dogs are very lovable and friendly, I’m sure we can find one that best suits you.” You smiled and walked out from behind the counter, leading him through the back.

“So, what did you have in mind? Did you have a breed in mind or size?” You asked him questions, looking at him briefly from over your shoulder as you walking him through another set of double doors. Bucky thought for a moment as he looked around. “I don’t really think the breed matters, but I was thinking maybe a good sized dog. I’m pretty active and do a lot of traveling, it would be good to have a younger dog who likes to be active as well.”

The barking had gotten louder as you walked into the room where they were all at. At first it’s always a bit overwhelming, but seeing their excited faces helped drown out the noise.

“We’ll start with the larger dogs, then. I can think of a few to start with that you can take a look at and we’ll go from there.” He gave a light nod as you led him through. Stopping at one of the dog runs, you showed him a husky mix with a german shepherd, a shy girl, but she was excited to have some company. “This is Bella. She’s a bit shy at first, but she warms up to you pretty quickly.” You informed him as you knelt down to stick your hands through the gate, letting her lick it. Bucky watched you as you interacted with all of the animals, a light smirk hiding at the edges of his lips.

Finally he looked at the dog, bending down as well and letting her sniff his hand. She was hesitant at first, but her tail never ceased to shake. “She’s sweat.” He commented, petting the base of her snout gently before standing up again. “I don’t think my lifestyle would suit her though, unfortunately.”

He frowned slightly, but that didn’t stop you from smiling. You gave her one more pet before standing up again. “That’s perfectly fine, we’ll keep on looking.

You had looked at a few other breeds. Some were too hyper and others weren’t hyper enough, Bucky was starting to wonder if he would have any luck with bringing one home. “I have one more to show you,” you told him, leading him to the kennels that were outside. “He’s personally my favorite, I think he’s such a great dog.” Grabbing one of the leashes from the wall, you walked over to the dog run and opened up the gate, quickly putting the leash on him before he had a chance to rush out. “This is Bruno. He’s an Australian shepherd mixed with a dingo, so he’s very energetic, very well obedient, and very loyal. He has a bit of a rough background, but he’s just the sweetest boy.”

Bucky looked him over, letting Bruno check him out. He was a bit suspicious of Bucky at first, but warmed up to him rather quickly, sensing your comfortable demeanor. “I thought we’d take him out and let him run a bit so you can see how he is.” Bucky nodded and let you lead the way.

When you got out to the open running area, you let go of his leash and let him run around, only to return a few minutes later with a rubber ball. “Oh, yeah...” You let out a laugh as you bent down to pick it up. “Once you start this little game, it’s really hard to get him to stop.” You threw it as far as you could and you both watched Bruno dart after it. “How long have you been working here?” Bucky asked after a few minutes of silence, eyeing you momentarily before bringing his attention back to Bruno once he returned. Bucky picked it up this time and threw it, watching him take off. “Almost five years,” you said with a smile. “It’s honestly the greatest job, I love waking up every day and coming in to see them all. It probably sounds dumb, but they make me so happy.”

Bucky shook his head slightly. “It doesn’t sound stupid at all. It’s not very often we find jobs we actually enjoy.” He smirked. “You’re one of the lucky ones.” Bruno ran up again, dropping the ball at Bucky’s feat. “It doesn’t feel like a job to me. It always sounds so boring and you’re reluctant to do things when you feel like it’s a job, I can’t really explain what this feels like.” You added, watching Bruno warm up to him. “You know, most of these dogs abandoned and dropped off here, or come from abusive homes, so I think a part of me feels like I need to do something to help these animals. If I never do anything outstanding or leave any kind of mark on the world, I’ll still feel like I did something helping these amazing dogs get great homes. Everyone deserves to be loved and cared for.”

You let out a chuckle and cleared your throat a bit, wondering if you were weirding him out. It was hard not to get overly passionate about them. “I think you’re doing something incredible. You’re giving them a voice and you’re fighting for them. No one else will, it’s good that they have people like you on their side.” Bucky smiled at you before looking down at Bruno. You gave him an appreciative smile before looking down, petting Bruno before bending over and picking up his leash. “So, what’s the verdict on this one?” You asked softly. He paused for a moment before giving another nod. “I think he’s perfect.” You raised your eyebrows excitedly at him. “Yeah? That’s so great!”

You knelt down to Bruno’s level and scratched behind his ears. “You hear that, boy? You get to go to a good home. I’m gonna miss you around here.” You gave him a quick hug before standing up again. “We’ll just have to come back and visit.” Bucky chimed in, smiling at you before looking down at Bruno. “That’d be great, I’d really like that.” You probably had a slight blush on your cheeks, but you cleared your throat and snapped out of it hopefully before he noticed. “So, I guess I will hand him to you,” you gave Bruno a couple more pats on the head before handing over the leash to Bucky. “We’ll head back out and get started on your adoption papers.” You grinned excitedly, before finally turning to lead him back to the front.

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