#bbb2022

[holylulusworld]

Just another lazy morning

Summary:

Just another lazy morning for you and Bucky.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Square 7 filled for @marvelfluffbingo2022 (expired): Early morning

Square 17 filled for Lulu’s Winter Bingo: Candles

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, romance

Words: 500+

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“I don’t want to go to the meeting,” you bemoan. “Can we not stay here and sleep all day? I’m so tired and a little sore.”

“You’re sore because you didn’t get enough of Bucky last night,” Bucky pokes his head out from under the blanket. He smirks before he crawls back down your body to tickly your thighs with his scruff. “How about I help you relax?”

“No more sex this morning. You almost killed me last night! You tut. “You made me cum so often I blanked out.”

“I fucked you to sleep just like you asked me to do,” he chuckles as you try to push him away. You press your hands against his shoulders, grunting as the super soldier won’t budge. “I know you loved it, pretty girl.”

“Bucky, we don’t have time. Tony and Steve want us to join the meeting. It’s important to them,” Bucky grumbles but crawls back up your body to cage you with his strong arms. He hovers over you and softly pecks your lips. “Baby…no.”

“We can have a bath before work, right? Let me help you relax after the rough night you just had.”

The bastard smirks.

“What do you have in mind, Mr. Barnes?” you mirror his smirk.

“I’ll run you a bath, carry you into the bathroom, and help you relax,” he declares. “Just lie here, wait for me to come back and look sexy.”

“Hmm…I’m tempted to say yes,” he chuckles. “What else can you offer me?”

“A nice massage,” Bucky purrs. “Give me a few minutes and you’ll feel like in heaven…” He pecks your lips before leaving the bed. “Just wait here, baby doll.”

“Yes, Mr. Barnes,” you watch Bucky walk toward the bathroom. “You’ve got a nice back and ass.”

Bucky shakes his naked ass. “I know you love my ass, Y/N,” he’s making you chuckle as he looks over his shoulder to give you a wink. “But we cannot waste more time. We must attend this important meeting.”

“We could discuss your cute ass in the meeting too,” you bite your index finger. “I’d like to discuss it.”

While Bucky prepares the bubble bath and lits candles, you stretch your body, smiling as you remember the last night. “Damn, he’s going to be the death of me.”

“No you will be the death of me, doll,” you squeak as Bucky suddenly stands next to you. You should be used to his stealth skills, but you are still amazed by his skills. “Come here, baby.”

Bucky easily picks you up in bridal style, flashing you a smile. “I hope you are not planning on getting me dirty after we had a bath.”

He chuckles.

“We will see.”

“It was the best investment to buy this bathtub,” you moan loudly as Bucky runs the loofah over your body. You lean back against Bucky’s chest and enjoy the warm water and his body pressed against yours.

“Best investment ever,” he agrees. “We should stay in here all day. What do you think?”

“I changed my mind,” you turn around to kneel between Bucky’s spread legs. “Maybe we can tell Tony to change the appointment for the meeting.”

You wrap your arms around Bucky’s neck. “Does taking the day off and staying in the bathtub include getting you dirty?”

He grins.

“We will see…”

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[lillywillow]

Pets and Their Humans

Summary: You can’t help notice the similarities between Bucky and Alpine

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 811

 Square Filled: K1- Mirror Image

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader  

Warnings: None

 You weren’t sure exactly when you first noticed it but Bucky and his cat shared a lot of similarities. It was the way they both had piercing blue eyes that would stare into your soul. They had the same judgemental sass face. If Alpine were human, you could imagine her talking trash about someone with a glass of wine in her hand. If Bucky were a cat, you could imagine him getting into places he shouldn’t with the same “What are you going to do about it?” look Alpine sometimes gives. There was also a certain spot under the chin they liked to be tickled that just melted them in your hands. You adored the both of them.

…

 One afternoon, you came into the living room where Bucky and Alpine were taking a nap on the couch. The cat was in a ball on your boyfriend’s chest, both looking so sweet and peaceful. You took a picture of them before giving them both a kiss on the top of the head, feeling guilty as they both woke up.

 “I’m sorry, my darlings. You can go back to sleep now,” you cooed.

 They both gave you a sleepy look before stretching at the same time.

 “Do you want lunch now?” you asked.

 “Mm, I could eat,” Bucky shrugged.

 Alpine gave a sleepy little meow. You couldn’t help but smile at them.

 “Do you need any help?” Bucky asked, from the couch.

 He had been so busy lately that the poor man was exhausted.

 “I’ve got it, baby. You rest up with Alpine,” you smiled.

 Alpine didn’t really need a rest but she brought Bucky happiness and that was enough for you. As you made lunch, you occasionally looked in on the two of them. Bucky was gently patting Alpine’s soft fur and speaking to her.

 “Isn’t Y/N great, Alpine? We’re so spoilt, yes we are,” he cooed.

 The cat looked quite content on his lap. A funny thought entered your head. You imagined a world where the roles were reversed. Alpine as an elegant woman with silky white hair and Bucky as a scrappy tabby cat that she found on the street. Perhaps he lost his arm in an accident and needed it replaced… Would you fit into this little world? Would you be Alpine’s partner or would you be a cat like Bucky? The thought made you giggle out loud.

 “Something funny, doll?” Bucky called from the couch.

 “It’s nothing. Just thinking something silly,” you replied, bringing his lunch to him, with something for Alpine.

 “I like silly things…”

 You smiled and shook your head.

 “I was just thinking… you and Alpine are so similar; it would be funny if the roles were reversed…”

 Bucky blinked in surprise.

 “Alpine and I… are not that similar…” he slowly stated.

 “Oh, yeah?” you grinned, tickling the spot under his chin.

 Bucky started purring just like Alpine would, making you giggle.

 “See? Alpine likes this too,” you grinned.

 “That doesn’t prove anything,” Bucky pouted.

 “It’s one thing. You also have the same judgemental stare…”

 “I don’t have a judgemental stare,” he huffed.

 “Yeah, you do, hon. Remember that thing Sam suggested?”

 “Well, that was just stupid,” Bucky huffed, turning his nose up.

 “There it is… I swear I saw Alpine give me the same look when I tripped and fell over my shoelaces the other day.”

 Bucky looked at Alpine who gazed back at him in return. Could this cat really be his feline equivalent? The evidence sure was stacking up…

 “You also both have beautiful blue eyes, you both walk that strut…”

 “There’s something else that we share in common,” Bucky stated.

 “And what’s that?”

 “We both love you,” he softly smiled.

 “Aww… I love you both too,” you smiled back.

 Alpine meowed in agreement. She may not have really understood the words you were saying but she felt the love. You gave her a kiss and kissed Bucky’s cheek too.

 “You know that thing they say about pets and their owners…”

 “That they become identical after a while?” Bucky asked.

 “Exactly. It’s not a bad thing. It just means you share a special bond…”

 “I guess we do,” Bucky mused, picking up a piece of string for Alpine to play with.

 The feline bapped at it with her paw and tried to pounce on it as Bucky dragged it along the ground. You smiled at your boyfriend and his kitty counterpart. Or was it Alpine and her human version? Either way, the pair of them were so much alike, it was no secret they found each other. They fit together like puzzle pieces. You loved them both very much.

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[cable-knit-sweater]

Till It Bleeds Daylight

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 44k

Rating: Explicit

Tags: alternate universe - detectives, alternate universe - mob, undercover detective Steve Rogers, mob hitman Bucky Barnes, Hydra, one night stand but not really, bottom Steve Rogers, top Bucky Barnes, Bucky Barnes needs a hug, Steve Rogers needs a hug, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending

Summary: Steve has been undercover with Hydra for a couple of months, slowly getting deeper into the organization . As he tries to figure out what they’re plotting and tries to take them down, he struggles with his past, loneliness, and keeping his cover. When he finds out about a mysterious contractor, the Winter Soldier, Steve figures he or she is the key to Hydra’s plans, but getting more information is not without risk. But well, Steve is anything but risk averse - just ask his secretive one-night-stand turned regular hookup turned…something, James “Bucky” Barnes.

Or, going undercover with the criminal organization that haunted your neighborhood growing up, a Steve Rogers guide:

Step 1: Don’t make it personal;

Step 2: Don’t take unnecessary risks;

Step 3: Don’t lose your cool;

Step 4: Don’t fall in love with a hitman;

Step 5: Ignore rules 1-4, especially 4.

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[buckyismybicycle]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Blowjobs, Facefucking, Face slapping, Top Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Dom/Sub, Rough Oral Sex, Gagging, Crying, Praise Kink, Power Exchange Summary: 

“Open.”

The word sends shivers down Steve’s spine, and he instantly offers his mouth to Bucky, tongue out and waiting. He moans as he feels the heavy weight of Bucky’s cock slap against his tongue. [AO3 Link]

For @suck-tember​ Day 12: “Gag” For @buckybarnesbingo​ U2: Steve Rogers For @cabottombingo G4: AU: Dom/Sub For @mcukinkbingo G2: Dom/Sub Verse

“Open.”

The word sends shivers down Steve’s spine, and he instantly offers his mouth to Bucky, tongue out and waiting. He moans as he feels the heavy weight of Bucky’s cock slap against his tongue.

Bucky exhales deeply, and Steve tries to be patient, he really does, but he’s been so hungry and Bucky is right there. He gets greedy and licks up the head of Bucky’s cock, his tongue dipping into the slit, and he groans victoriously as he comes away with the smallest bit of precome.

He yelps when Bucky roughly yanks his head back by the hair.

“I’m not in the mood today for you to misbehave,” Bucky growls, shifting as he finally takes his blood-splattered jacket off. He throws it on the ground beside Steve, followed by the torn t-shirt, leaning back against the couch with his glorious chest on display. “Do you understand?”

Steve pulls back just enough to nod obediently. Bucky’s had a rough mission, Steve knows that. Aside from the blood and miscellaneous flesh-looking bits stuck to him, there’s a scratch up his side that’s probably healing and Bucky has a deep scowl on. His muscles are taut with tension and his eyes are nearly murderous. Steve vows to fix that — he knows he’s the only one who can fix that, who can make Bucky’s body relax again and coax a smile back onto his face.

“Yes, sir.”

Bucky makes a content noise. “Good kitten, now come here.” Bucky slides his pants and briefs down further, letting Steve watch, and salivate, as he reveals his toned thighs — thighs that Steve wants to ride at any given time.

Steve returns back to his rightful place between Bucky’s legs, eyes pleading for the next command. He’s been waiting so long for Bucky to come home.

“I need to unwind,” Bucky tells him plainly, reaching for the remote.

Steve has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from whining, to keep from begging for Bucky’s attention.

He stays painfully still on his hands and knees as the sounds of the TV fill the room, eyes drawn to Bucky’s half-hard cock laying on his hip. He swallows his pooling saliva, heart hammering in his chest. Please, please, please —

“Give me your mouth.” Even though Bucky’s murmuring, quiet, it sends a shiver down his spine, the command heavy in the air.

He opens wide, chin on the couch between Bucky’s legs. The anticipation makes his eyes sparkle, wondering if Bucky will simply make Steve suck on his balls, or if he’ll immediately drive himself down Steve’s throat.

Bucky scoots forward an inch, feeding Steve his cock slowly, but surely.

Steve has to relax his throat, to take Bucky in even if he’s not actually hard yet – oh. Steve understands now. He lets Bucky all the way in, and seals his lips around the base, keeping still.

“Good boy,” Bucky coos, running his fingers through Steve’s hair.

Steve melts into the touch, eyes fluttering as his head begins to feel pleasantly light at the light praise. He loves being good for Bucky.

Bucky shifts from time to time, sometimes to get more comfortable on the couch, sometimes it’s a roll of his hips, but Steve stays put. The sound of the television drones in the background, and he has no idea how long he stays like that, his knees sore and his jaw aching, but he can feel Bucky’s cock beginning to fill. Steve feels like he’s doing his job, if he can feel Bucky growing inside his mouth.

Without warning, Bucky takes Steve’s head roughly in his hands, moving Steve up and down his hardened cock now. Steve can’t help the desperate groan as Bucky takes complete control over him, using his mouth like nothing more than a toy, even though he gags immediately.

Steve likes being taken by surprise, he never knows — and he never wants to know — what Bucky’s going to do next.

After he sputters at the initial push, he groans with every thrust of Bucky’s hot cock in his mouth, cheeks hollowing.

The hardest part is not touching. He mentally berates himself for not asking for permission before. Curling his hands into fists against the carpet, he takes the full onslaught of Bucky having his way with him.

He’s apparently not fast enough — not limp enough because Bucky huffs, fingers bruising against his neck before he stops altogether.

Steve whines before he can help it — no, please don’t stop —

It’s cut off abruptly by the loud crack of Bucky’s palm against his cheek. Steve knows he fucked up, because Bucky pulls out completely, and no matter how hard Steve sucks, he knows he won’t get Bucky back.

Not until Bucky says so. If Bucky says so.

He gets a backhand across the other cheek this time. “Don’t fucking whine at me.”

Steve gulps nervously, staring up at Bucky’s cold, hard eyes. He goes to apologize, but he doesn’t have permission to speak, so he bows his head instead, to show how sorry he is, hoping Bucky will have mercy on him.

Bucky sighs, like a parent fed up with their child. “Last chance, kitty. Don’t make me stop again.”

Steve nods enthusiastically, licking his lips, opening his mouth wide again as he looks up at shining eyes. He tries to convey how much he cherishes this second chance, how he won’t fuck it up.

Bucky spreads his legs again, and Steve’s breath shortens, eyes fixated on the considerable length, thick, flushed and shining with Steve’s very own spit.

He’s grabbed by the strands of his hair, Bucky’s other hand – his metal hand – wraps around Steve’s neck underneath. Steve’s eyes roll in the back of his head before Bucky even gets all the way down, welcoming the heavy, bitter warmth on his tongue again.

Bucky hits the back of his throat in one swift motion and Steve fights his body’s natural reaction to gag, his stomach tensing up, eyes watering. He doesn’t make a sound though, his face scrunching with the effort of keeping his mouth open for Bucky to use.

“You can take it,” Bucky reminds him. “So take it.”

He can, he knows that much, but not without considerable effort. Steve’s entire body clenches up at the command and despite the burning sensation in his abs and the spasm of his muscles, he lets Bucky guide him wherever necessary for his pleasure. It builds and builds, until Bucky’s fucking into Steve’s mouth with abandon.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s good, baby –”

Steve preens under the praise, humming happily around Bucky’s cock that’s ravaging his throat. He chokes when Bucky’s fingers flex under his jaw, the metal plates faintly clicking into place – a reminder of how dangerous it can be. How easily Bucky could cut off his airway like this – and how Steve would simply let him. He heaves again, desperate for air as he tries to suck in a deep breath through his nose, saliva making a downright mess down his chin and atop Bucky’s balls.

“I said take it,” Bucky growls, somehow managing to lodge himself further, and Steve nearly loses it. He can’t stop the muffled gag, the strangled gasp of air as Bucky’s fingers tighten even more. Lightheaded, pleasantly floating, he takes a deep breath through his nose while his throat convulses around Bucky’s dick.

“God, look at you, so fucking pretty when you cry,” Bucky moans as he goes to stand, getting even more leverage. His muscles flex with each slam of his hips, balls slapping against Steve’s dripping chin. “S’this all for me? Huh, pretty? Cryin’ ‘cause you’re chokin’ on my cock?”

Steve isn’t sure what the sound he makes can even be classified as, but it’s needy and high-pitched, and he wants to scream yes, yes, yes – but it’s cut off by Bucky’s massive length as he utters one more command.

“Swallow.”

Steve doubles his efforts, swallowing around Bucky like he’s trying suck it out of him. He knows Bucky likes the sensation of his throat closing in, constricting around him, so he pushes past any discomfort to do just that, trying to be the perfect vice grip.

He loves this part – where he’s barely got enough oxygen, and yet all he wants is more, more of Bucky’s come, of Bucky’s praise, of the beautiful look on Bucky’s face when he shoots down Steve’s throat. Steve greedily gulps it all down, even as it dribbles out of the corners of his mouth, swallowing everything Bucky gives him like it’s his last meal on earth.

Bucky groans, long and echoing in the room, and Steve blinks his eyes open, looking up at him. His vision is blurry with tears as he pants for air, but he swallows one last time and opens his mouth, tongue out, to show Bucky that he’s done good.

Bucky smirks down at Steve before his features soften for a moment, brushing a tear away. “Okay?”

Steve nods eagerly, and Bucky’s face morphs back into something sinister, his devilish tongue licking Steve’s tear off his thumb before giving Steve’s face a few gentle slaps. “Good boy. Now into bed, where I’m gonna ruin your tight little hole.”

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[ruckystarnes]

Title: First Christmas Author: RuckyStarnes Rating: Gen Card: B105 Event: @buckybarnesbingo Square: Y2: AU - Single Parent Characters: Bucky Barnes, F!Reader, unnamed kids Ship: Bucky x F!Reader Words: 463 Warnings: fluff Summary: You swore after your daughter's dad left that you wouldn't let another man into your life like that again. But then Bucky came along, and soon you were in a whirlwind romance where he not only accepted you, but also your daughter. Type: Moodboard | Drabble

Your daughter’s father left you days after you said you were pregnant. You made a promise to yourself and your daughter that you wouldn’t fall for another man. But that was fodder now that you met Bucky. You two met at a bar, he bought you a drink, and you declined. The following weekend, he tried again, and again, you turned him down. He would just smile and say he understood, leaving you be the rest of the night, just to repeat the next weekend. Finally, you accepted a drink. You found out he had two kids himself, a son and daughter. Every weekend you would meet at the bar, share a drink, and that would be that.

Now you were happily together seven months later, celebrating your first Christmas together, and your daughter was ecstatic. She wanted to buy gifts for Bucky and his kids. So you took her into the city and she picked out a present for each, and you helped wrap them with her that night.

On Christmas Day, everyone opened their gifts. Then your daughter came out of her room, pulling a cardboard box with the presents she had bought for Bucky and his kids. She handed them to each of them, saying she was happy to have them with her and you for Christmas. Bucky’s children got toys to go with their playsets they had, and with them being younger than your daughter, thought they were the best toys ever. For Bucky, your daughter hesitated to give him the small wrapped box. You gave her an encouraging smile and nodded, telling her silently that it will be okay.

Bucky took the small box from her and gave her his signature kilowatt smile that won you over all those months ago. He opened it gingerly, assuming that the gift could be fragile. And it was. When he removed the last bit of paper and opened the box, he smiled, eyes squinting as he chuckled softly. He was looking at a picture of him and your daughter you had taken two months ago when you all went hiking. He had her lifted above his head, both smiling as the trees behind lost their leaves.

“Do you like it?” she asked softly, her hands pulling at the hem of her sweater. “I love that picture. It was one of the happiest days I ever had.

“I do,” he replied softly, and you could hear the slight crack in his voice. “I loved that day too.” He handed you the frame and opened his arms to your daughter, who rushed into his, wrapping her small arms around his neck. “Thank you,” he whispered to her, placing a soft kiss to her hair, “one of the best gifts I have ever gotten.”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Polyamory Bucky Barnes Bingo U1

AN: Here is my next entry for BBB. This does not fit in my usual SamBucky Stories time line, and should be read a stand alone story.

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Relationship: Steve x Bucky x Sam

WC: 3k

CW: Angst, Fluff, boys kissing, discussions of polyamory

It had been awkward at first, this thing between all of them. Three men, emotionally scarred by war and loss, drawn together in an intricate web of friendship, and sexual tension. 

It was no secret that Steve and Bucky had been an item before his apparent death. It also wasn’t a secret that Steve and Sam had had a brief relationship, having felt a connection from the moment they met, and sharing moments when they were searching for Bucky, but he’d always been the ghost between them, Steve not feeling he could commit to Sam how he deserved and Sam not wanting to come between a love that obviously couldn’t be extinguished. However, despite that fact, Sam and Bucky were good friends, the bickering and banter between them a mask for deeper, softer feelings.  Bucky sometimes felt on the verge of trying to shut Sam up by kissing him.

The how and why of the three of them deciding to get an apartment together after the final battle with Thanos was a source of friendly disagreement between them, but they had done, and the tension between them all had ramped up exponentially. It was inevitable that one or other of them would snap at some point; do something that would ultimately change their dynamic.

“Hey! Tin-man. Is there any way you could not drink all my orange juice?”

Bucky rolled his eyes as he heard Sam’s disgruntled voice behind him. He turned, and lent against the wall, arms crossed and one eyebrow cocked.

“Oh, so you’re gonna do the brooding thing?”

Sam walked forward until he was almost toe-to-toe with Bucky. And Bucky was impressed. Given his history, there weren’t many ‘normal’ people who would have the balls to square off against him, especially for something so mundane as ‘orange juice’. 

A strong finger prodded him in the chest and Bucky tilted his head to look down slightly. He was only two inches taller than Sam, but he got a kick out of lording it over the new Captain America any chance he could get.

“Really, Sam? Getting so upset over your juice? Well, I’ve got news for you, pal. I didn’t drink it.”

“But it’s not just the juice, is it? Oh, no. It’s my chips, my jambalaya leftovers, the way you leave wet towels all over the bathroom floor. Your obnoxious exercise routine where you take up all the space in the living room, grunting away in your teeny tiny shorts…”

“So you noticed the shorts? Can’t hate it that much then, if you’re looking so hard.”

“You know what? Screw you man. Screw you!” 

Sam started to turn away, but Bucky caught his wrist in his strong left hand, holding firm, but not hard enough to bruise. A small tug and Sam was closer than before, his chest lightly brushing up against Bucky’s. His brown eyes went wide, a look flashing across them which Bucky recognised. Yes, there was anger there, but it was more than that. It was lust, and want and need, and he couldn’t deny himself any longer. Sam’s plump lips were slightly parted, his heart racing and his pupils dilated. His body was almost vibrating with desire, a desire that Bucky felt echoed within himself.

Before he could stop himself, he was bending forwards.

“Only if you ask nicely…” 

Their lips came together, hungry and angry, with teeth clashing. Bucky’s right hand cradled Sam’s cheek, and Sam’s hands fisted into Bucky’s t-shirt, stretching the soft fabric. They fought for dominance, nipping at each other’s lips and tongues with their teeth, neither willing to give an inch.

“Finally!”

They broke apart, panting and with dazed looks on their faces. Steve stood in the doorway, a small smile on his face.

“I did wonder when that was going to happen. The tension between you was so thick, I sometimes thought I’d choke on it. You two will be great together. I just know it.”

Bucky thought he saw some strange emotion rush across Steve’s face, but he couldn’t concentrate. He was still dizzy from his kiss with Sam, in fact was still cupping Sam’s face. His hand dropped, as though burnt and he shoved past Sam, somewhat rudely, approaching Steve, but his best friend was already gone, retreated to his bedroom and shut the door, a clear sign that he didn’t want to talk.

Bucky sighed, walking back through the living room and out the other side towards his own room. Sam still stood where Bucky had left him, looking confused. Bucky strode past him, his vibranium shoulder bumping against Sam’s flesh one.

“I didn’t drink your juice.”

He swore he could feel Sam’s eyes boring into his back as he closed his bedroom door behind him.

It was a strange atmosphere for a few days after that. Bucky realised fairly quickly that both he and Sam were doing their level best to avoid one another, although still shooting each other heated glances when they thought the other wasn’t looking. And Steve kept shooting them both looks, like he was confused as to why they were avoiding each other - it seemed as though he was waiting for them to jump each other again. But it didn’t happen. 

After a week it almost felt as though ‘the incident’, as Bucky had dubbed it in his mind, had never happened. He and Sam were back to their usual bickering, Steve playing mediator.

But there was an ache inside Bucky. The kiss had made him realise how long it had been since he’d experienced any intimacy with anyone. He missed it. Especially the closeness he’d felt with Steve. 

He remembered it now, how he and Steve had been. How they’d been everything to each other. Sometimes, in his darker moments, Bucky wondered why Steve didn’t seem to want to rekindle it. Was it because he, Bucky, was different now? Tainted by darkness, an evil that could never be extinguished from his soul? It wasn’t just the physical intimacy, although Lord, did he miss that, it was the cuddling and snuggling and waking up with Steve in his arms, a scrawny elbow right in his rib cage. It was the late night chats only illuminated by the light of the moon through the window.

Was it because Steve really wanted Sam now? That his love for Bucky had cooled to friendship, replaced by a newer, more exciting  - and let’s face it, more mentally stable - love?

It was a thought that wouldn’t leave him.

A month post ‘the incident’ and Bucky was returning from the gym. He hadn’t been in the right frame of mind and hadn’t stayed as long as he normally would, not wanting to risk damaging the equipment. He shouldered his way through the front door, and chucked his keys in the dish on the hallway table, before toeing off his shoes and kicking them out of the way. He knew he should put them on the rack before Steve scolded him for not being tidy, but he was suffering from a major case of ‘cant-be-assed-itis’.

Neither Steve, nor Sam were in the living room, so Bucky assumed they were in their respective bedrooms. He was glad not to run into Sam. He wasn’t in the mood for either another bickering session or having to examine his feelings too closely.

Why did the guy rub him up the wrong way? With his stupid smile and his stupid dark eyes. Stupid gap between his front teeth that was annoyingly cute.

“Uuggh.” The sound of disgust escaped Bucky’s mouth unbidden. He loved Steve, didn’t he?

He needed a distraction. Maybe hanging with Steve for a bit would be the cure? It might not be wholly like old days, but the camaraderie was still there at least. And, if he were being honest with himself, he could at least pretend for a bit.

But as he approached Steve’s room he realised several things. Firstly, Steve wasn’t alone. Sam was there too - he could hear both their voices, low and deep. Secondly, there was music playing. Not any of Sam’s music, no - the music of Bucky and Steve’s teens and early adulthood; The music they would listen to when out on their double dates and Bucky would dance and Steve would try, and then get an asthma attack…

Part of Bucky’s brain was telling him to stop, to turn around and walk away. If Steve was in his room with Sam, listening to music, Bucky wasn’t going to find what he was looking for. However, that part of his brain that loved to torture him pressed him forwards, even gaining momentum when he heard Steve’s barking laugh, followed by Sam’s chuckle, and Bucky pushed open the unlocked door and…

Steve held Sam in his arms. It was clear they had been dancing. But it was more than that now. Now Steve and Sam were kissing and Bucky couldn’t look away. And, oh, he wanted to say he was jealous of Sam and the way he was kissing the man that Bucky was in love with, and it was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. Not by a long shot. Because Steve’s hand was sliding down from Sam’s waist to take hold of that, frankly, luscious ass, and his other had slid up to cup Sam’s cheek, and Bucky was filled with want. A want to be in Steve’s place and continue what he’d started with Sam two weeks ago.

He must have made a noise, or maybe Steve had known he was there all along, but the two broke apart and Steve looked at Bucky over Sam’s shoulder, ocean blue eyes bright, a small smile on his face and Bucky just couldn’t take it. He spun on his heel and walked briskly down the hallway. He had to get away before his thoughts and emotions ran away from him.

“Buck! Wait!” Steve was right on his tail, but Bucky didn’t look back and would deny to his last breath that there was a brief hitch in his step, a falter that gave Steve the upper hand. Bucky was jerked to a halt by Steve grabbing onto his shoulder. He tensed his fists, trying to tamp down all the unwanted and conflicting feelings coursing through him.

“Bucky, please. Stop.” There was a pleading note to Steve’s voice, one that Bucky had never been able to resist. Not when they were six and not when they were whatever the heck age they were now. He turned, his head hanging in defeat and rambling words falling from his mouth.

“I’m happy for you Steve, I really am. Sam’s a good man, really, and I know you had something special going before I came back and upset it all…”

“You really are a jerk sometimes, you know that?”

Before Bucky could process what was going on, Steve had cupped his face in both hands, deft, artists fingers sliding into his hair, and pulled Bucky into a kiss. A kiss that started sweet, a reunion that was simultaneously familiar and new. Bucky had never kissed Steve and had to tilt his head up before, unless you count that one time when Steve, feeling he’d had something to prove, had climbed up onto one of their rickety dining chairs. But as sweet, and as tender as the kiss started, all of Bucky’s pent up emotions came shooting to the surface, his loneliness, his need, his love all making themselves known.

He melted into Steve, allowed himself to enjoy the feeling of strong arms holding him, plush lips travelling over his own. Lips that had just been kissing Sam… and why was that both upsetting and arousing at the same time, and…

Bucky pulled back from the kiss, confusion evident in his eyes, but Steve got in first.

“I love you, Buck. Always have, always will.”

“But Sam? You and he, and…?” 

Sam walked up behind Steve, wrapping his arms around Steve’s tiny wait, resting his head on a firm bicep and looking Bucky straight in the eyes. Not with any kid of malice or one-up-manship, but with affection, and dare Bucky think, a hunger?

Steve’s deep, melodious voice recaptured Bucky’s attention.

“And I love him too. Seeing you too the other week, made me so happy, but at the same time, wretched. I wanted you to have joy in your life, but at the same time I was jealous. Jealous of both of you. It took me a while to work through how I felt. And I still didn’t fully understand it, until Sam explained it.”

“Polyamory.” Sam smiled as he spoke the word, as though it would fully explain everything.

“Poly-what now?”

Sam’s smile broadened, becoming predatory and he let go of Steve to stalk towards Bucky. Bucky didn’t even realise he’d moved away until his back hit a wall. Sam’s hands landed either side of his head, and Bucky was mesmerised by his dark eyes, drawing him in, down and down into their depths, and Sam was kissing him now, slow and easy, like molasses. Nothing like their first kiss two weeks ago. It was Bucky holding onto Sam this time, like an anchor, lest he drown. He let out an embarrassing whimper when Sam broke the kiss, momentarily chasing his lips, his brain swirling and upside down.

“Polyamory,” Sam repeated. “It means ‘many loves’. It is used to describe relationships that are more than two people. Sometimes everyone in the group, or polycule, are in a relationship with everyone else, and sometimes there are just individual ‘twosomes’ that overlap. It’s no secret that Steve loves you and he loves me. I love Steve. You love Steve. You and me? Well, there’s something here. If you’d like to explore it, that is.”

Fuck. Bucky felt like a prime steak in a butcher’s window the way Sam was looking at him, it was doing things to him. Strange tingly things. Strange butterfly things. Then Sam stepped out of Bucky’s space, giving him room to breathe. Bucky wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not. But Steve grabbed his hand - and how were Steve’s hands so big now? - and dragged him over to the sofa.

It was a three seater sofa, but none of them were small men by any stretch of the imagination and Bucky found himself wedged in between Steve and Sam. He was twisted slightly to face Steve, who was now holding both of Bucky’s hands in his and Sam was almost plastered to his back, the heat of him warming Bucky from the inside out.

“You remember, when we were kids, when Mr and Mrs Weiss had her widowed cousin come live with them?”

Bucky cocked his head as he dug through the oldest of his memories, of the couple who lived a few doors down from Steve and his ma, and Mrs Weiss’ younger cousin.

“Kathy? Yeah. She was widowed young, and didn’t want to live alone and…” Realisation of the relevance of the story hit him. “Oh. She wasn’t her cousin, was she?”

Steve grinned his ‘shit-eating’ grin.

“Nope. Not unless they were ‘kissing cousins’. I went round one day, taking some extra soup Ma had made in case they needed it and Kathy was sat on Mrs Weiss’ lap and they were kissing. Like really ‘kissing’ kissing. I remember going beet red, dumping Ma’s soup pan on the table and running out as fast as my bandy, asthmatic legs could carry me. Then, when I had to go back two days later to collect it, all three were waiting for me in the kitchen. Kathy sat on Mr Weiss’ lap, Mrs Weiss stood behind them and they told me that they loved each other. All of them. And begged me not to tell - that the world we lived in wasn’t ready to deal with ‘unconventional’ love. I told ‘em that I loved someone unconventionally too, and that their secret was safe with me.”

“You told them, before you told me?”

“Well it was before I was sure you felt the same way, Buck. Cut me some slack, I was 13. Anyway, there wasn’t a fancy name for it back then.  But what I’m trying to say is that it’s just as ‘wrong’ as you and me. As me and Sam. Not ‘wrong’ at all. Just different. It’s loving in our own way.” 

Steve drew Bucky closer, until the brunet was half lying on the broad, muscular chest covered by a too small t-shirt. Steve pressed kisses to his temple, the bushy hair of his beard tickling Bucky’s cheeks, and behind him Sam shifted to stay  pressed close, head resting on the back of Bucky’s shoulder blades.

“Whaddya say, Barnes? Wanna be unconventional?”

Bucky could feel the rumble of Sam’s deep voice in his chest, and reached back a hand, placing it on Sam’s thigh and giving a gentle squeeze.

“I could be persuaded. As long as you stop accusing me of drinking all your juice. You know full well it’s punk-face here that does that. Knows all he has to do is flash those baby blues of his and he’ll be forgiven.”

For the first time the three of them dissolved into a fit of the giggles, unconsciously all shifting closer together on the sofa.  

And Bucky wondered how, in the space of an hour, he'd gone from feeling unlovable to being surrounded by love.

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[jube-art]

Batfamily Big Bang 2022

Presque Vu - PechoraFlow 

Bruce gets amnesia and the Batfamily conspires to keep their vigilante side secret from him.

They were just trying to keep him home, safe until he recovered. They expected that Bruce would pick up on clues and put together The Batman secret on his own.

They didn't expect him to form a different picture entirely.

They didn't expect Bruce Wayne would come to hate the Batman.

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presque vu - the feeling of being on the verge of an epiphany or revelation or insight, without actually achieving it...

#bruce wayne #batman #dick grayson #Alfred Pennyworth #batfamily big bang #bbb2022 #art #my art #writing #not my writing #PechoraFlow #bbb22 #batfamily

[lbibliophile-mcu]

Driving 101

Growing up, Steve never learnt how to drive, never had either the opportunity or the need. Unfortunately, as Captain America, everyone just assumed that Steve knew such ‘basic’ skills. But that’s fine, how hard can driving a jeep actually be?

All you need are the go pedal and the steering wheel.

… neither his passengers nor the mechanics appreciated his habit of stopping the jeep by running it into either a tree or the enemy.

All you need are the go pedal and the steering wheel and the handbrake.

… the serum massively boosted his night vision so he never gave it much thought, but then one of the guys finally showed him where the button is, and that does make things rather easier.

All you need are the go pedal, the steering wheel, the handbrake, and the headlights.

… he’ll admit that the lights come in handy, if just to warn people of their arrival when they get back to camp late, but if only there was a way to do that during the day?

All you need are the go pedal, the steering wheel, the handbrake, the headlights, and the horn.

(He is a bit disappointed that he never quite manages to get his head around the gearshift, aka the ‘go faster’ stick.)

All in all, he feels like he’s got this driving business down pat. He can get his team (mostly) safely within the vicinity of the latest HYDRA base. Then the jeep barrelling full-speed at the gates – lights on and horn blaring, rigged to explode on impact – makes for a great distraction!

Of course, there’s the slight challenge of getting everyone back out again. But it’s fine. There’s usually something they can commandeer, and even in Hydra’s modified vehicles he can usually find the go pedal and steering wheel.

Easy. He’s totally got this driving thing all worked out.

It was only decades later, that Steve discovered that the other Howlies all learnt to drive specifically so that, as much as possible, he didn’t have to.

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Inspired by That Scene from Bubbling up by Niitza.

Also on AO3

For: @steverogersbingo - A5: learning to drive on the Front @buckybarnesbingo - C4: historical

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[alpineandbucky]

scented by circaclementine and liloau

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Bucky Barnes, Omega Steve Rogers, Locker Room Sex, Aphrodisiacs, Scenting

It’s one thing to watch his Alpha work out beside him for an hour, to see sweat darken the collar and underarms of his t-shirt. It’s another thing entirely to smell his Alpha when he’s done. Steve likes to think he’s won out over every stereotypical Omega instinct to fawn over his mate, and that openly swooning at his man’s scent somehow makes him look weak. His solution is to wait until they’re alone in the locker room, until the showers are empty, so he can tug his Alpha into the back stall and show him just what that Alpha scent does to him.

@buckybarnesbingo CircaClementine B032 | U5 - Kink: Aphrodisiacs @buckybarnesbingo liloau B051 | K4 - Smell

#bbb2022 #circaclementine #liloau #a/b/o #omegaverse #stucky #stevebucky #stucky moodboard #allie edits

[polizwrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Meet-Cute, background Tony Stark/Ty Stone Summary: Bucky gets an unusual request from an attractive customer: How to say ‘fuck you’ with flowers.

This is a fill for my   @buckybarnesbingo  U5 - AU: Flower Shop (Card B012) and @buckybarnesevents Connect Four Alt-Juniverse  C3 - No Powers squares.

#writing stuff #fanfic #mcu/marvel #Stucky #no powers AU #bbb2022 #shameless self promo

[steverogersnotebook]

The Only

Bucky Barnes Bingo @buckybarnesbingo Bingo square: B1 Prompt: [image] Blue coat/Howling Commandos Bucky Ship/Pairing: Howling Commandos Rating: Gen Tags: Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, moodboard, WWII Bucky, Howling Commandos Warnings/Triggers: None Summary: The memories slot into place through a collection of photos from Bucky's days fighting alongside Steve and the Howling Commandos.

#bucky barnes #howling commandos #bbbingo #bbb2022 #buckybarnesbingo2022 #moodboard #wwii bucky #old timey sarge

[holylulusworld]

Burned Cookies

Title: Burned Cookies

Summary: You and Bucky are more than neighbors now.

Pairing: Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Square U2 filled for @buckybarnesbingo​ : Exaggeration / White Lies

Square 1 filled for @sebastianstanbingo​: Moving in together

Square 13 filled for @holylulusworld​ xmas bingo: Free Space  - Christmas Cookies

Warnings:  Christmas fluff, moving in together, nightmares, comforting, falling in love

Words: 1,4 k

Finally the sequel to Burned muffins

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Lulu’s Multi-Fandom X-Mas Bingo

“No! I-“ Bucky jolts up on the mattress he placed on the ground. He’s used to sleeping on the ground. For ages, Bucky didn’t have a warm and comfortable bed. He slept on the ground if he even was allowed to rest.

“Bucky?” he exhales a shuddery breath as you knock at his door. “I’m coming in, okay. Don’t shoot me.” You open the door with the key he gave to you weeks ago.

“Doll, hey,” he cracks a smile as you hurriedly make your way toward the mattress. “You didn’t have to come over. I’m good.” Bucky tries to lie.

It’s not that he doesn’t want you near him. He just needs you to believe he’s not the broken man he is. A little white lie won’t hurt anyone. Right.

“No, you’re not,” you tut, immediately checking on his pulse. “Your heart is racing, you’re sweating, and you are sleeping on the ground.”

“I’m used to no comfort.”

You choke out a sob. “Bucky, you are not the soldier any longer. You are allowed to have a little comfort and to sleep on a bed.”

“The mattress is fine, Y/N. You should go back to bed and sleep,” he whispers. “You need to go to work in a few hours.” Bucky tries to convince you to leave him be to fight his battle like he used to. Alone.

“I got the next few days off,” you tut. “Now, get up, and come with me.” You get back on your feet and hold out your hand. “Don’t make me wait.”

“You’re persistent,” he laughs now, already feeling a little better. “Give me a minute. I should have a shower and put some clothes on.”

“I don’t mind a half-naked Bucky Barnes in my home,” you grin, but your cheeks heat up. “Get some clothes and follow me. You can have a shower at my place.”

“You really want me in your home, huh?”

“I’ll leave the door open for you,” you look down at Bucky. “How about a hot cocoa and some muffins? I got leftovers from my friend’s baby shower.”

“Doll, I,” he sighs. Bucky wants to stay at his place and fight the demons haunting his dreams, but he knows you’ll not give up, “I’ll be right there. Give me a few minutes.”

When Bucky enters your apartment it smells like chocolate, hot cocoa, and you.

He smiles as his eyes land on the mug you placed on the coffee table, in front of his favorite spot on your couch.

“Hot cocoa is ready, Bucky. I’ll have a muffin for you in a minute,” you coo as Bucky plops down onto your sofa, making it creak. “Here, my I made them with chocolate and love.”

“I know you did,” he says as you sit next to him to put your head on his shoulder. “How was your day, doll.”

“It was nice. My new colleague is kind and invited me for coffee. Jenna’s baby shower was nice too.”

“Y/N, thank you,” Bucky takes the muffin to wolf it down. “I love your food. It tastes like heaven,” he chews audibly. “I don’t remember eating anything better than your food.”

“Bucky?”

“Hmm…yeah?” he takes the mug to take a large swig of the warm cocoa. “Your cocoa tastes so good. It reminds me of my mom. She always made me some when I was sad.”

“Bucky?”

“What is it, doll?”

“You shouldn’t sleep on the ground. And you need to eat better than you do. You’re a free and rehabilitated man now. A hero. Stop treating yourself like they did,” you place your hand on his thigh. “Start with getting a bed.”

“I don’t need a bed. I’m good…really.”

“Fine. Then you’ll sleep at my place from now on,” he chokes on the cocoa. “I got a big and comfy bed. Enough space for the both of us, and so many pillows and blankets.”

“What? I-“

“Eat up, and drink your hot cocoa. I’ll lock the door, and then we are going to sleep.”

“Doll?”

Bucky watches you get up from the couch. You press a soft kiss to his temple and sigh. “No talking back, Bucky. You will sleep here or buy a bed. Your choice.”

“Left or right, Bucky?” you point at the bed.

Bucky enters your bedroom. He looks around, checking it out. He hums and walks around a little before looking at the bed again.

“You’re looking for the best spot to attack an intruder, right?” you smirk. “See, I’m learning.”

“I’ll go for right. I can attack anyone entering your bedroom and protect you best,” he nods to himself.

“Alright. You can have the right side, Bucky. It’s all yours. But,” you give him a pointed look, “you are not going to steal my blanket.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky grins as you kick off your slippers. “Did you lock the door?”

“I did, Sergeant Barnes,” you shoot Bucky a wink before you finally lay down on your bed to get some sleep. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Alright, alright,” Bucky strips off his clothes, only leaving his boxer briefs and shirt on. He watches you snuggle in your pillow as he lies next to you. “Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

You feel warm when you wake; too warm. “Doll,” Bucky mutters behind you. He’s still fast asleep as you slowly wake from your slumber.

“Bucky.”

You smile as he must’ve wrapped his arms around your body in his sleep. Now he’s pressed up against you, holding you gently in his arms.

“Doll…Y/N.”

He mutters in his sleep.

You close your eyes again, willing yourself to not fall asleep again. If you want anything, it’s to feel his warmth surround you for a little longer.

Until now, Bucky and you didn’t cross that line yet. It’s not that you didn’t give him hint here and there. Bucky is just too scared to lose you.

His friend. His shelter. His doll.

“Doll,” he wiggles behind you, slowly waking up. “Morning, Y/N.”

“Morning, Bucky,” you hold your breath when he presses a soft kiss to your neck. “Did sleep well?”

“I slept very well,” he husks in your ear. His voice is still a little rough from his sleep as he whispers your name.

“If you want to, you can sleep here every night and,” you clear your throat, “you can come over every day.”

“I can use the key you gave me,” Bucky says. “Maybe we can spend the weekend together. I got to help Sam with something today, but I’m off duty for the next few days. If I get lucky.”

“It’s a date, Mr. Barnes,” you giggle as he peppers soft kisses all over your neck.

“It’s a date, doll…”

“No…wait…” you giggle as Bucky attacks once again. He pushes you onto the couch to tickle your sides. “No…I’m ticklish…ah…no! That’s not fair.”

“Aw, doll. You are going to laugh a little more,” he smirks as you push against his shoulders. He’s so strong, and you can’t fight him. “If you admit that I’m the best tickler, I’ll let you go.”

“Y-ou,” he laughs as you squeak and whimper, “you are the best tickler, Bucky.”

“Good,” he stops tickling you for a moment. He hums and crawls on top of you to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Now, tell me what you want.”

He looks down at you. Waiting.

“I want you to move in with me, Bucky. You are at my place when you are at home. We share my bed and everything else. I don’t want you to sleep on that mattress again.”

“What else do you want?” he runs the tip of his nose along your neck, making you moan. “Doll, say it.”

“I want you,” you grip his muscular arms tightly. “I want…” you want to look away, but Bucky presses his lips to yours. “I want you and me to be more than friends.”

He pecks your lips. “Doll, I decided the moment you offered food to me that I’m going to make you my girl…”

You smile. “I was your girl the moment we met, Bucky.”

“I knew it,” he sniffs. His brows furrow as something else than your scent and perfume fill his nostrils. “Doll, fuck.”

“OH NO! We forgot the cookies!” You cry.

“Shit,” Bucky moves faster than you can blink. He runs toward the kitchen, cursing as you slowly get up to follow him on wobbling legs. “Burned…all of them.”

He sighs.

“Don’t worry,” you wrap your arms around him from behind, “we can make more. Let’s throw these away and, tomorrow, we bake new Christmas cookies…”

Part 3 >> Burned Pancakes

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[lillywillow]

Left Unsupervised

Summary: After a night of heavy drinking, Bucky tries to piece together everything that happened. He vows never to get that drunk again

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 978

 Square Filled: U5- Never Again

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader  

 Warnings: Alcohol consumption, mentions of pain/ discomfort

 From the moment Bucky woke, he felt like he had been hit by Thor’s hammer. Everything ached, his stomach was ready to be violently ill if he moved and someone was playing the drum solo to Wipeout on the inside of his skull. Judging by the groans around him, there were other victims from last night’s festivities or zombies had invaded the tower. Bucky didn’t really care if it were the latter as long as they made his death a quick one and put him out of his misery. He tried to ask if anyone else felt like melted death but it only came out as a garbled sound. It clearly must have been enough to illicit a response.

 “Shh,” Clint hissed, clutching his head.

 “Shut up, you’re practically screaming,” Tony groaned.

 “What… what happened last night?” Bucky asked, swallowing the bile that had risen in the back of his throat.

 “Don’t you remember?”

 Bucky tried hard but there was a huge chunk of last night that was missing. Maybe if he followed the breadcrumbs backwards, they might lead a trail back to the beginning but that would have to wait until the pain behind his eyes subsided. There would also be a level of panic once he realised his metal arm was no longer attached to his body.

…

 By the time Bucky’s hangover had turned bearable, he was finally starting to remember what had led to him drinking so much. Tony had a little party for all you Avengers which Thor had brought Asgardian ale to. It was fun for a little while but then someone had suggested a drinking game and that was the last part he could remember. You and Bruce had wisely turned in early for the night but with the group’s last two braincells leaving them, they got rather… stupid.

 “Morning everyone,” you greeted.

 The hungover Avengers greeted you like a vampire to garlic.

 “I see we haven’t fully recovered from all the fun of last night,” you commented, making your coffee.

 “Yeah, about that… What… what exactly happened?” Bucky asked.

 “You don’t remember? No, that doesn’t surprise me. You would be horrified if you did that sober,” you giggled.

 Bucky went white. What exactly had he done? As if reading his mind, you decided to start filling in some of the blanks.

 “Let’s start with the voicemails, shall we?”

 “H-how many did I leave?”

 “It’s hard to say… between the voicemails, the text messages, and the videos, I lost count…”

 “V-videos?”

 “I’ll show you them after this,” you replied, playing the first message from earlier in the night.

 Bucky: Hi, Y/N. I just want to say that I think you’re really smart for going to bed early and you’re also really pretty and…

 Sam *in the background*: Dude just ask her out already!

 Bucky: I can’t just ask her over the phone

 Sam *in the background*: Ask her!

 Bucky: No!

 *Sound of thudding*

 Bucky remembered Sam tackling him, trying to get him to confess his feelings for you. He wanted to confess, really he did but he didn’t think it’d be appropriate when he completely plastered. Bucky looked over at you to see you giving him a sly grin.

 “What?”

 “Nothing. Let’s move onto my favourite video…”

 Bucky wasn’t sure he liked the way you said that. He could watch in horror as you played the video.

 It started off with a little bad camera work before it came into focus on Bucky who was standing up on the bar.

 “This one’s for you, Y/N,” he slurred, pointing to the camera.

 The song The Stripper came on and Bucky started taking off his shirt. The others all cheered and catcalled and Nat cackled from behind the camera. Bucky took his shirt off and twirled it above his head before flinging it off to some unknown corner. He next tried to undo his pants and managed to get them open but then fell off the bar.

 “You okay, Barnes?” Nat called.

 Bucky gave a thumb’s up before falling back down.

 The video ended there. Bucky felt absolutely mortified.

 “Wait, so when did I lose my arm?”

 “Hold on, I think I have the video where you were showing off…”

 Bucky placed his hand on yours to stop you scrolling. Suddenly, all the stupid things he did last night in an attempt to win you over came back to him. Nobody stopped him, instead, they only encouraged it.

 “I… I feel like I should explain…” he began but you placed a finger on his lips.

 “No need. Often when we’re drunk, our most honest selves are on display…”

 “Well, I am never drinking Asgardian ale and getting that drunk again,” Bucky sighed.

 You kissed his cheek, making him look at you in surprise.

 “I thought it was cute. A little misguided maybe but I guess you needed a little liquid courage to confess your true feelings,” you baited, hoping now that everything was out in the open he would tell you what was on his mind.

 “Y/N, I would really like to take you out sometime…” he softly smiled.

 “I’d like that too, Bucky,” you smiled back. “I’d kiss you but you smell like a dumpster fire…”

 “No, no, I get it. We’ll go when I’m not feeling like death warmed over…”

 “It’s a date,” you smiled, heading off to check on the damages left by the carnage that was last night.

 Bucky was glad he could finally confess his feelings for you but he promised himself he would never get that stupid drunk again.

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[cable-knit-sweater]

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

moodboard by cable-knit-sweater

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 782 words

Rating: T

Tags: post-ca:cw canon divergence, getting married, fluff, everything is beautiful & nothing hurts

Created for: @buckybarnesbingo card B101 | Square: C5 - First Kiss

They’d waited, until they felt a little more settled, to do what they’d always had hoped to do one day, but  never thought possible before the war. When Steve had first woken up from the ice and heard it was possible now, it had only caused him more heartache. It was amazing, of course, that society had come this far, even if things weren’t perfect. But for him? It didn’t really matter anymore. If he couldn’t marry Bucky, he’d never get married. 

But they found each other again, had been given another chance. As soon as Steve thought Bucky would be up for it, he’d brought it up. Bucky’s eyes had crinkled, his mouth curved into a smirk, and he’d said “Took you long enough, punk.” Steve hadn’t been able to keep back the huge grin spreading on his own face, filled with joy, before tackling Bucky to the bed and kissing that smirk off his face.

And now, the big day was finally here. They’d have the ceremony in the backyard of their upstate New York farmhouse, just a small gathering of friends. Bruce would officiate, and they’d have dinner and a small party. While they weren’t going to do anything big, Bucky had insisted on decorating for the occasion, fully throwing himself into it, helped by Nat and Wanda. The only thing Steve had to do, Bucky had told him, was help him decide on food, pick a suit and make sure to not to forget the rings. 

Their hard work paid off; the garden looked gorgeous. It wasn’t over the top, simple, with mostly wild flowers and fairy lights, and as a little surprise, Clint had put up glass bottles with even more flowers into the branches of the trees surrounding them. He’d broken probably half in the process, but Steve couldn’t  deny the end result had been worth it. The only thing Bucky really had splurged on was a flower-covered arch for the ceremony itself.

Steve was standing under the arch right now, nervous, excited. Waiting for Bucky. His friends noticed, shaking their heads and smiling. Then, some soft music played, and Bucky made his way down the aisle, in a black-velvet looking suit, not too unlike Steve’s. For a moment, Steve didn’t think he could breathe, looking at the stunning image Bucky made, walking up to the arch, the light reflecting off the bottles with flowers, making the whole scene into something magical. 

It felt like it. Magical. Bucky’s hands in his, squeezing them lightly, smiling up at Steve, eyes sparkling with joy, undoubtedly matching his own. Bucky saying his vows, Bucky becoming even more his, Steve becoming even more Bucky’s. Steve felt like he was dreaming a little, and maybe he was, judging from the soft laughter from their friends, Bucky smirking at him, nudging him a little. Bruce’s voice sounded like he’d asked him to present the rings more than once. 

 “You’re still with me Stevie?” Yes, always, forever. He nodded, a light blush on his cheeks, carefully putting the wedding band on Bucky’s ring finger, Bucky doing the same for him. 

“You may now kiss the groom,” Bruce said, eventually, and Bucky, like the perfect, wonderful, beautiful, little shit he was, said “fucking finally,” causing everyone to laugh. 

Not Steve though. Steve felt breathless again, kissing Bucky. It wasn’t even close to the first time, over 70 years since the first time actually, but it might as well have been, with how Steve felt his whole body light up, his stomach flutter, the soft touch of Bucky’s lips to his, the taste of him on his tongue, Bucky’s body under his hands. It was a first kiss, in a way. The first where they were Steve Rogers-Barnes and Bucky Barnes-Rogers. 

Maybe, just maybe, they let it go on a little too long, Bruce coughing and the rest of their friends hollering, but they didn’t pay them any mind. Their lips curled into smiles at the sound though, and the feeling of Bucky’s smile against his lips made Steve smile even more. 

Eventually, they pulled away from each other a little, turning to their cheering friends, Steve and Bucky beaming at them.

As they walked back down the aisle, Steve looked down at their hands, the hand intertwined with his now decorated with a ring, forged from vibranium. It dawned on him, again, how lucky he was. To have all of Bucky. To be Bucky’s. Till the end of the line. They had a way to go until then. 

He kissed Bucky again, in the middle of their backyard. They’d all be firsts, he thought. He’d make sure to get in as many as possible. Everywhere, anywhere. He couldn’t wait. 

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[buckyismybicycle]

For @starkbucksbingo O4: “Massages/Back Rubs”

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[ruckystarnes]

Title: From Another Time Author: RuckyStarnes

Card: B105 Rating: Teen Event: @buckybarnesbingo Square: K4: AU!Bucky Never Fell

Characters: 1950s!Bucky, TWS!Bucky, F!Reader Ship: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Words: 685 Warnings: swearing, breaking and entering, cliff hanger Summary: Bucky comes home to find a stranger in his kitchen

Type: Moodboard | Fic

The soldier looked around the house that he found himself in, slight confusion in his eyes. It had seemed like the machine that HYDRA was working on had finally worked. They had to have known, otherwise they wouldn’t have sent him through after so many other subjects have been sacrificed. He was their best asset.

His eyes traveled over the living area he had found himself in, taking everything in. A framed photo on the wall grabbed his attention, one that Karpov had instilled into his memory. It was the same one that HYDRA had viewed through the first portal they opened in that spot. A familiar face stared back at him.

It had been almost fifteen years since Bucky was a prisoner of war, experimented on by German scientists and rescued by his best friend. But after that, his body and life haven’t been the same. Whatever the scientists did, they gave him increased strength and boosted his immune system. The government wanted to do their own experiments on him once he got home, but Howard Stark was able to pull some strings and bury Bucky into a small town in Indiana, where he managed to move on a little from the horrors of war and fell in love, and got married.

Bucky parked the car in the drive and turned off the ignition, cutting off the song. His wife continued to sing softly, her soft, melodic voice made him smile. They had just come back from a day at the beach, one the last few trips they would have together before the baby came.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asked with a bashful giggle, her cheeks reddening. 

“Like what?” he asked, raising his brows.

“Like some lovesick fool.”

“Because I am a lovesick fool for you, sugar,” he replied, giving her a boyish grin before taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

“Stop your sweet talking, Bucky Barnes. You don’t have to try to woo me.”

Bucky laughed and let go of her hand and opened his door, closing it before jogging around to open her door and helped her out. He waited for her to have her balance before letting her go to walk to the house without him. He needed to get the bag of beach things from the trunk. Just as he slammed the trunk he heard his wife let out blood curdling scream. He dropped the bag and ran towards the house, his heart thumping hard as fear welled up in him. Worst case scenarios raced through his brain, his strength (that he has hidden the last fifteen years) busted the door off the hinges, eyes searching the living room for her.

She wasn’t there.

He called her name, but there was no answer, but he could hear footsteps and a sniff coming from the kitchen. It had been almost two decades since he was in the war, but it’s hard to stop being a soldier. He moved silently, reaching into the drawer of the table next to the door for the gun he stored there, just in case. He crept quietly towards the door that led to the kitchen, taking in a breath and steeled himself for what could be lying behind it. He cautiously pushed the door inward with a hand as the other held the gun high, eyes scanning the floor for his wife. They caught sight of her baby blue heels at the table, following up to see she was sitting on a chair, which gave him immense relief. He rushed forward, saying her name as he placed the gun on the table. Hands cup her face, his eyes looking her over to see if she was in pain and he needed the reassurance that she was okay. 

But her gaze never met his. It was fixed over his shoulder by the refrigerator. 

“Baby?” he asked softly, as he slowly looked over his shoulder, eyes settling on a dark figure against the golden walls. It was unsettling. The figure was that of a man, his hair long and hung around his face, which was half covered by some sort of black mask, concealing his nose and mouth. But when he met the man’s eyes, everything seemed to stand still.

Those were his eyes.

“What the hell,” he breathed, his hand reaching for the gun. Before his fingers could graze the metal, the other man drew one of his own and aimed it at Bucky’s wife. He could feel his wife’s hand grip his wrist, intaking a sharp breath.

“Ne,” the man in black grumbled, thick with an accent. He continued to rumble off foreign words, words that Bucky knew was Russian. And even if he couldn’t understand what was being set, he understood the tone. He was to not to pick up the gun, otherwise his doppleganger was going to shoot his wife.

“Why are you here?” Bucky asked, forcing his voice to be more steady than it was. He would do anything at that moment if it meant that his wife and child were safe.

The dark man pulled something from his pocket that looked like a lighter, but there was a dark button on it that he pushed, and in a blink, a warbling ring grew in the space between them. He took steps towards them, placing the silver box back into his pocket, and gripped Bucky’s arm and threw him into the shimmering area, and Bucky knew he was never going to see his family again.

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