#bbweek22

[buckymilf]

he deserves peace and calm after all.

prompt for the @buckybarnesweek2022 “recovery"

#bucky barnes #stucky #steve rogers #bucky #stevebucky #captain america #wintershield #steve x bucky #winter soldier #bbweek22 #james buchanan barnes #my art #stucky art #stevebucky art

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝟕𝐭𝐡: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

pairings: bucky x reader

warnings: fluff

summary: bucky decides to treat his girl

a/n: okay, so this is for bucky barnes appreciation week 2022. i think this is a really cute idea :)

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“Doll? Are you ready?” Bucky shouted from the door.

“Almost!”

You zipped up your dress and applied some final touches to your attire. You quickly swiped some dark red lipstick to go with your short, black dress. It complimented your skin tone perfectly and you smiled happily as you gave a small twirl by the mirror.

Bucky was taking you out on a date night; something romantic yet casual. He hadn’t told you what it was, though.

“It’s a surprise, doll.” He told you as he picked out some suitable clothes for the night, laying them on the bed.

Now, almost an hour later, you were ready. You grabbed your purse from the bed and headed out, closing the door of your shared bedroom behind you.

You went to the hallway, where you spotted Bucky and your jaw dropped. He always looked good, but... damn. He wore a tight fitting, black dress shirt with dark blue trousers with a matching blazer. His long hair was slicked back at the nape of his neck, his beard now a stubble.

He watched your expression, letting out a small chuckle. Bucky placed his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him and placing a sweet kiss on your lips.

“C’mon, doll, or we’re gonna be late.” His voice was barely a whisper. He wrapped his arm around your waist and took you to the car.

......

No more than 10 minutes later, you had arrived. The place was an Italian restaurant that had opened up a few months ago. You and Bucky had always wanted to try it out but you had never gotten the time.

But now you were here.

On the outside, the place was huge, yet homey. You took in your surroundings as you stepped through the door and into the small line, Bucky’s arm still securely wrapped around your middle.

The main colours of the restaurant were off-white, bordering onto grey, and black. Large chandeliers hung from the ceiling, but the lights were dim, making the place feel cozy. The host asked you for the booking details as you reached the front.

“It should be under the name, Barnes.”

“Of course… Barnes… 7o’clock. Right this way, sir.”

He led you to a small table at the far end of the room, before heading back.

“This is beautiful, Bucky, thank you.”

“Just want the best for my girl.” Bucky replied, winking. He pulled out your chair for you, waiting for you to sit down before pushing it back in; you giggled at his antics.

......

Dinner went smoothly. The two of you ordered your respective dishes and conversation flowed easily. It always did with Bucky. You talked about anything and everything that came to mind. And, of course, the date couldn’t proceed without some mild flirting.

The smile hadn’t left your face throughout the whole evening and Bucky’s face mirrored your expression. You watched as his eyes lit up, and crinkled at the edges whenever he laughed. Bucky deserved all of this. All of this happiness. And you were just glad to be the one able to give it to him.

You finished up, before leaving the restaurant, hand-in-hand. Bucky draped his blazer over your bare shoulders, the material soft and warm on your skin, as you waited for the ride. You turned and faced Bucky, locking your hands around his neck, your fingers toying with the hair at the nape.

Gazing into his eyes, you placed a sweet kiss onto his pink lips, lingering there for a few seconds. Bucky tightened his grip on your waist, his fingers gently digging into the silky fabric of your dress.

Pulling back for air, you gazed into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, once again, before whispering, your words curling the edge of his lips into a smile.

“I love you, thank you.”

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this was so cute! thank you for reading!

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[buckybarnesweek2022]

After the week-long prompt voting period, we now have the winning prompts for Bucky Barnes Week 2022! There are two prompts per day - feel free to create for one of these two prompts, or both!

We have December to March to create as many fanworks as you like to post for Bucky Week 2022, which will be March 7 to 13, 2022. For details on how to tag/post, we will provide more info closer to the date. Event schedule here. We would appreciate if you could signal boost via reblogging to spread the word to your friends and followers! The more the merrier, as they say.

We are so excited to see what people will create for this week, and most of all, HAVE FUN! Happy creating and happy holidays <3

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FAQ and rules under the cut

FAQ

What type of fanworks can I create? Any type you wish! This event is about celebrating Bucky Barnes with our fanworks of any sort, whether it be fanfiction, fanart, podfic, poetry, meta, and everything else!

Is this event suitable for all ages? Yes! We require our fan creators to tag 18+ content, so as long as everyone heeds the tags, we should be all good :)

What are the minimum requirements for each type of fanwork? Fic: 300 words Podfic: 3 minutes Art: 3 x 3 inches if physical; 300 x 300 pixels if digital Moodboards: 6+ image set Graphics and Edits: must be your own work Fanvids: 30 seconds Rec list: 10 recommendations Playlist: 8 songs

What if we don’t make it in time to post during this Week? No worries at all. We will continue to reblog content created for the rest of March, 2022. As long as you post within the month, your content will be reblogged :)

What happens after Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week 2022? For now, there are no further plans after March 2022. However, we will keep the blog alive for other Bucky-related events if time permits, and that there is enough interest.

Rules

This is supposed to be a relaxing and fun event, but there are a few rules we ask that you follow to ensure anyone and everyone can enjoy this period of celebration:

Tag appropriately. While we allow all types of NSFW content for this event, please be considerate of other fans in this event and tag your work.

No bashing or hating on what other people create or like. We say, ship and let ship, kink and let kink, or what have you.

No hateful content against specific groups or demographics will be tolerated. However, we do not have the resources to review every fanwork beyond what is tagged, so we trust that fan creators will respect this rule. If you come across any such content accidentally reblogged by us in this event, please report it to us by submitting it to our blog and we will delete the reblog.

Only new content is permitted for this event. While there are no doubt plenty of existing Bucky-related fanworks, there could never be enough new creations! So we want to use this event as an opportunity to spotlight your new creations, and we can all appreciate and celebrate together <3

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[liquidlightz]

Steve has a surprise for Bucky’s birthday! 🎁 🎈🥳 🎉

💖 the teeniest, tiniest, cuddliest ball of fluff 💛✨

Yes, I’m out by a few days 😅 but it’s still Bucky’s birthday week... 😜 month... 🙃  

created for @buckybarnesweek2022 prompts - Bucky’s Birthday + Pets + Fluff, and as fills for my bingo squares ; 

@stuckybingo - Card SB066, square: O2 - Birthdays 

@marvelpetbingo - square: G1 - Pet acquisition  Rating: G,   Characters/Ship: Alpine,  Steve/Bucky

💛🐱✨

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week - Day 4

AN: Hooray, hooray, it's his birthday - 105 years young! - Although my story is set post TFATWS so he's 108 in that. This story references the birthday drabble I did for Sam Wilson's birthday in Samtember.

Un-beta'd yet again, but mood boards and banners still by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Link to my master list here!

Pairing: Bucky x Sam

Word Count: approx 600

CW: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT - Blow Job and Body worship. MINORS DNI

For Sam’s birthday, last year, Bucky had gone all out, somehow both disturbing, and titillating the birthday-boy, with a sexy drag act based on Marilyn Monroe. The aftermath had been, well, intense. And loud.

Bucky had been wondering for days if Sam was going to try and get his own back, but didn’t think a drag act was his boyfriend’s style. However, when the morning of the 10th dawned he was pleasantly surprised. Most mornings he was woken by Sam, getting up to go on his run, dropping a soft kiss to his lips and telling him to go back to sleep. This morning was different though.

Bucky woke up languidly, soft warm tickles on his thighs, delicate touches brushing over his abs and hips. His cock twitched inside his briefs and he felt the warm breath from Sam’s chuckle ghost across his flesh.

“Happy Birthday, baby.”

Sam’s voice was low and sweet, like molasses on a hot summer day. Two sets of fingers gripped around the waistband of Bucky’s briefs, drawing the fabric down. Bucky’s breath hitched, his arousal growing as sleep slipped away from him.

Sam’s fingers gripped Bucky's hips as he nuzzled into his boyfriend's crotch, dropping small kisses over the rapidly growing erection he found there. When he licked a stripe up it, Bucky moaned, his head tipping back and his hands going to Sam’s hair.

“Mmmmmm… fuck, Sammy…”

Sam just hummed and flicked his tongue over the soft spongy head of the treat in front of him, having to use a lot of strength to hold Bucky’s hips still. He took his time, enjoying pleasuring Bucky slowly and gently. It was almost five minutes of light and gentle teasing before he finally engulfed his lover with his mouth, earning the most delicious moans in response.

He slowly slid up and down the length, trying to relax his jaw as much as possible to accommodate Bucky’s girth. God, the way he loved to worship this man. One of his hands slid down to gently cradle the heavy sac, massaging delicately.

“Oh God, Sam! Fuck…so good…”

Sam pressed his tongue against the vein running up the underside of Bucky’s shaft, moving it in time with his hands and sucking in between, building a gentle rhythm. With his middle finger he started to press just behind Bucky’s balls, stimulating his prostate from the outside. Bucky’s hips started to roll in time, his breathing picking up, and sweet murmurs dripping from his mouth. Sam lifted off for a moment, smiling at Bucky’s needy whine.

“Come on, Sugar, give it to me.”

He returned to his ministrations and it was only a minute or so before Sam felt Bucky’s balls draw up, felt the thighs either side of his head start to tremble, before Bucky poured down his throat, in what felt like an endless long wave.

Bucky keened at the intensity of the feeling, unsure if he was coming over and over again, or whether it hadn’t even stopped yet, before collapsing, replete into the softness of the bed.

Sam crawled up Bucky’s body, stopping to press kisses to scars here and moles there, before looking him in the eye.

“Hi, lover. You enjoy that?”

“Can you wake me up like that every day? It’s much nicer than getting all cold because you’ve abandoned me for a run.”

“If I did that every day, we’d never get out of bed.”

“I have absolutely no problem with that.”

They grinned at each other, before sinking into a deep, languid kiss. It was probably going to take them a while to get out of bed today and they were both on board with that plan.

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[ruckystarnes]

Title: Why Didn't You Say Anything?

Author: RuckyStarnes

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: pining, minor sexy stuff

Rating: Teen

Words: 807

Written for: @buckybarnesweek2022 | @anyfandomgoesbingo

Event: Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week 2022 | Any Fandom Goes Bingo

Prompt: Day 5 - Seasons or Pining | Free Space

Summary: It drove everyone crazy to see them both pine for the other when neither wanted to say anything.

Type: Moodboard | Drabble

Since meeting Bucky as Clint's vow renewal, he had plagued her dreams. It started off innocent enough: playing games, sharing a dance under the stars, a horseback ride through the countryside. Things that were mundane and easy going until it started to take a turn: scrabble ended with kisses, dancing morphed into a make out session with pressed bodies, horseback riding became seeking shelter during a storm and needing warmth. She would wake up, her body hot and tingling, making her almost embarrassed, and she found it harder to be around Bucky, her face heating each time as her body yearned to find out what his felt like. Clint and Laura tried to convince her to talk to him, even Lila gave her pointers on how to engage with a crush, bless the teenager's heart. Even though Wanda could read his mind to see if he would reject her, she wouldn't, afraid that she was stepping over a line that wasn't there.

Bucky didn't know why Wanda would blush and her heartbeat quickening each time they were in a room together. They shared a dance at Clint's vow renewal, and since, he's been wanting to know more about the little witch from Sokovia. She started to replace the nightmares he often had. No longer were his nights filled with torture and memories of murder and mayhem, but now there was an abundance of light and life: Dancing, horses, and fun game nights. They morphed slowly, like a real life relationship: stolen glances were now met, touches lingered longer, and then there were the kisses. Many mornings Bucky woke up feeling the tingle left on his lips, making the dream feel much more real than it should have been. Steve reassured him that Wanda would not turn him down for a date, but Bucky wasn't so sure. Who would want a damaged man like him?

Months passed of everyone witnessing both of them pining after one another, Natasha and Clint had enough. They each sent a text, Natasha to Bucky, Clint to Wanda.

N: Need to talk. Can't over phone. Meet me at the cabin.

C: Natasha needs some help at the cabin. Meet us there.

When Wanda arrived, she thought she was early, not seeing Clint's truck or Natasha's car. She knew the door was open, like always (no one knew where the cabin was outside of Natasha's inner circle), so she walked in, her hands going to the pockets of her coat.

"They're not here."

The sudden voice of someone speaking had her jumping slightly, turning around to see Bucky sitting at the table, a piece of white paper between his fingers.

"When were you gonna tell me?" he asked, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a smirk.

"T-tell you what?" Wanda replied, her eyes shifting anywhere that wasn't his face as she chewed her bottom lip. She could hear the chair slide against the rough floor as his heavy steps approached her. Her heart hammered against her chest as his scent wafted towards her: woodsy, spicy, and oddly clean. He gripped her chin gently and turned her head so she was looking at him.

"That you liked me? At least that what the note from Natasha and Clint states."

Her eyes shifted to the paper he held up.

"Said that we both need to stop longing for each other and do something about it."

She looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth falling slightly.

"I-I didn't think you would want–"

"If you said something, I would have told you I've been dreaming about you for the last seven months."

"Dreaming about me?" she asked, shocked. "That's crazy, I've been having dreams of you too."

He gave her a smile, his hand moving to cup her cheek. "Did they happen to be about horses?" His chuckle made it seem like a joke, but it died in his throat when he saw her face grow serious.

"Horses? And a storm?"

He nodded, his thumb running along her cheek. "I don't care how or why, Wanda," he started, his other hand moving to her hip to keep her from backing up, "I like you, you like me. Obviously, Nat and Barton wanted us here alone for a reason."

She wanted to back away, wanted to use her magic to put space between them, but her mind went blank the second his lips ghosted against hers. Her hands left her pockets and buried her fingers into his chestnut hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Every dream she had of him flashed in her head, and his moan made Wanda pull back slightly.

"I…I can't explain it–"

"Then don't," Bucky replied lowly, his fingers digging into her hip as the other slid to the back of her neck, pulling her into another steamy kiss.

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[crisis-froggo]

Summary: Steve heard Bucky’s scream from the kitchen. The scream that meant taking it out on expendable walls wasn’t enough, that the breathing exercises didn’t work, and that the flashback was in full swing. Quickly, Steve grabbed a blanket, and ran upstairs. It had been nearly a month since the last time it got this bad. Bucky was making steady progress in his recovery process, a process that they both knew would not be linear. There would be bumps. This was one of them.

A/N: Read through tags before reading this fic.

Rating: E

Word count: 1,2k

Written for @buckybarnesweek2022 day 7: Recovery

#bbweek22 #stucky #captain america #marvel #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky fanfiction #crisis froggo writer froggo

[unrealwasteland]

@buckybarnesweek2022 day 3: Hobbies

#bbweek22 #bucky barnes #so this is kind of a quick sketch (except for the hands which demanded their time) but #i'm happy with the fact that i was able to get out of my comfort zone a little #also aaaaAAAAA I JUST REALIZED that i kind of messed up with the hands #so i guess he's now somehow knitting in the opposite direction than what you're supposed to??? oh dear #old art tag

[buckymilf]

flower boy on a spring day.

prompt for the @buckybarnesweek2022 seasons

#bucky barnes #winter soldier #bucky #james buchanan barnes #bucky fanart #bucky art #my art #bbweek22

[heartsandmuses]

and baby makes four

for the @stb-bingo round two // square: “free space”

for @buckybarnesweek2022 // prompt: “pets”

winteriron. rated t. 1.3k. a/b/o au. omega!bucky/alpha!tony.

Alpine’s affectionate, but usually not this affectionate.

She butts her head against Bucky’s arm when she needs attention, she nuzzles against his hand when she wants to be pet — but recently, she’s been doing something new. More and more often, whenever Bucky finds himself laying in bed or sprawled out on the couch, Alpine will come over and burrow under his shirt, curling up next to him.

He has to admit, it’s pretty cute when it first happens. It starts becoming strange the second time. And by the third, Bucky’s downright confused.

“She just wants a better look at those abs, the gal’s got good taste,” Tony teases, poking Bucky in the side, and Alpine pokes her head out from under Bucky’s shirt to nip at his fingers. “Ow! Or she’s just being a menace.”

But in the years since he’s adopted her, Alpine’s never really been a menace, at least not entirely on purpose, and Bucky has a gut feeling that it’s something else. She’s sweet and cuddly, and even when Tony came into the picture, she’s been sweet and cuddly with him too. Perhaps a little less these days—she seems extra clingy, and with that, extra protective of Bucky—but still. She’s a lady of routine, and this weird, ticklish new habit of hers is very much a departure from the usual.

Bucky can’t help thinking it’s a sign of something, though he has no idea what.

“If anyone’s the menace here, it’s you,” he says, a tiny smile on his lips as he offers Tony a poke in return. This time, Alpine doesn’t interfere, just disappears back under the warmth of Bucky’s sweater.

“Easy for you to say, when she’s not trying to bite your fingers off,” Tony huffs. “Did you see that? She’s got it out for me, I’m telling you.”

“Oh, come on. She’s just clingy, that’s all.”

Tony’s only response is a noncommittal hum, and he settles back into the couch cushions, his gaze returning to the Dodgers game playing on TV. He reaches out after a moment, ready to settle a hand over Bucky’s thigh—the kind of casually possessive move that always makes Bucky purr—but when Alpine pokes her head out again, watching him with narrowed eyes, Tony changes course and wraps an arm around his mate’s shoulders instead. 

“Maybe her heat’s coming up,” Tony muses during the next commercial break.

“She’s spayed, sweetheart.”

“Then maybe your heat’s coming up,” he counters easily. “Cats can sense that kind of thing, y’know.”

Bucky considers that. Sure, he’s heard about animals being able to sense changes in hormones, but Alpine’s lived with him for the better part of three years now and never once has she bothered to warn Bucky about an upcoming heat, as helpful as that might’ve been. It certainly seems strange that she would start now, out of the blue. “Maybe,” he says, more dubious than anything.

— — —

As it turns out, Bucky’s right. He’s not in heat.

He’s pregnant.

And as he sits on the bathroom floor, staring down at the two pink lines on the test, Alpine sidles up to him, nuzzling against his belly and offering a soft, prudent purr as if to say I told you so.

— — —

Alpine only gets more protective from then on — even more so than Tony, and an expecting Alpha is pretty hard to beat. It’s endearing in a way, the fact that Alpine won’t even let Bucky out of her sight anymore. She waits patiently by the door for him to come home, she circles his feet whenever he gets up to walk around the penthouse, and she sidles up to him the moment he settles back down, smushing herself right up against his growing bump, ears perked up and whiskers twitching.

“It’s possible she’s been trying to listen to the baby’s heartbeat,” Bruce suggests with a soft smile, running the ultrasound wand over Bucky’s belly, and though it’s faint, they can hear the steady thump over the monitor. “Sounds like they’ve got a strong one already.”

— — —

As the months go on, Alpine has her guard up a little less, at least around Tony. It seems like she can sense the calming, grounding effect the Alpha’s presence has on Bucky, and so she lays off the nipping and the glaring whenever Tony gets close. 

It’s sweet, seeing the two of them brought together by the baby in a way they’ve never really been before, and some of Bucky’s favorite moments involve laying in bed, sandwiched between Tony and Alpine, as they both shower him with affection. Right now, Tony’s hand is splayed over the Omega’s belly, rubbing slow, soothing circles against his skin, as Alpine, on Bucky’s other side, offers tiny nuzzles wherever Tony can’t reach.

Bucky feels warm and peaceful and so incredibly loved, surrounded by this little family he’s made for himself. He’s starting to feel sleepy too, but his eyes only close for about a minute before he feels something else, swift and sudden.

A kick.

All three of them pause for a long moment, him and Tony and Alpine, looking at each other with wide eyes and trying to process the fact that the baby actually kicked for the first time ever. Tony’s the first one to break the silence, a delighted laugh bubbling out of him, along with an awestruck, “Holy shit! You felt that, right? Tell me I wasn’t just imagining it.”

“I felt it,” Bucky says with a big, bright grin, placing his own hand on top of Tony’s. It isn’t the most comfortable feeling, being kicked from the inside, but more than anything, Bucky wants it to happen again.

And it does, a few seconds later. Softer this time, but still noticeable.

Alpine lets out a startled meow, meeting Bucky’s gaze, and he’s so full of warmth and happiness that he can’t help scooping her up in his arms and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “That’s right, Al. Your little brother’s saying hello.”

— — —

The moment Bucky steps into the bedroom, Tony greets him with a soft smile and a fond look over the top of his tablet, before his gaze pointedly drifts over to the bassinet beside the bed in silent warning. Harley must’ve drifted off already, since there aren’t any babbles or cries filling the room, and Bucky quietly comes over to sneak a peek at the sleeping baby.

What he doesn’t expect—but what warms his heart all the same—is the sight of Alpine, laying by Harley’s side, dutifully watching over him. One of Harley’s hands is curled into her fur, gently kneading at it as he dreams, but the cat doesn’t seem to mind. She glances up at Bucky and purrs, as if to assure him that she’s got the situation under control.

Bucky rewards her by stroking his thumb over her forehead, watching as her eyes close momentarily in contentment, and then his hand moves over to smooth down the unruly hair on Harley’s head, careful not to wake him.

“Sweet dreams,” Bucky whispers, gazing over them for just a moment longer before his attention returns to his mate, settling down next to him on the bed. He leans in for a soft kiss, then another, and when he finally pulls back, it’s to quietly murmur, “Mm, thank you for getting him to sleep tonight.”

“As much as I’d love to take the credit, baby, that was all Alpine,” Tony tells him with a shake of his head, smile growing slightly. “She sure has a way with him.”

He hums in agreement. “Best friends already, those two.”

“Big time. You know what that means, right? She’s gonna teach him how to be a real troublemaker when he’s older,” Tony teases, wrapping an arm around Bucky’s shoulders and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Won’t just be one menace in the house anymore.”

Bucky buries his face against his Alpha’s chest and huffs out a laugh. “We’ll be ready for it,” he assures. “Let them do their worst.”

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[metalbvcky]

Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week 2022

Day 1: Pets @buckybarnesweek2022

A happy TFATWS!Bucky moodboard with Alpine <3

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[buckybarnesandmarvel]

Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week

Day 3: March 9th: Hope

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Idiots-in-love

Summary: Two times Bucky wanted to make a move and the one time he did (but not really).

A/N: Okayyyy, this is for Day 3 of Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week. This kinds leans onto Pining but I wanted to do something different on that day! Enjoy! :)

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Hope. That’s the feeling that erupts in Bucky’s chest every time he speaks to you. Or when he hears you across the room. Even when he just sees you. He hopes one day you’ll look at him the way he can only imagine.

All in all, Bucky Barnes had it bad.

Real bad.

......

He watched you across the room, laughing with Natasha and Wanda on the sofa, a thin throw blanket over your crossed legs. The heavenly sound reached Bucky’s ears as butterflies erupted in his belly. He wanted to be the one who made you laugh. He wanted to be the one making you smile.

Too enraptured in you, he almost forgot his task at hand, making coffee for the guys, until he heard a snicker behind him. He turned and saw Sam, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and a smug smirk on his face.

“What?”

“Man, you have it bad.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really? So you don’t have a huge ass crush on Y/N?”

“No.”

“Okay, so you wouldn’t mind if I asked her out.”

“Don’t you dare.” Bucky growled out. He then sighed, knowing he was caught.

“So ask her out, or just start off with I don’t know, some coffee. Oh, and would you look at that, you happen to be making some now! I’ll get outta your way.”

Sam winked at Bucky before leaving, causing the man to roll his eyes. He glanced down at the coffee granules. It couldn’t hurt to offer some, right?

Bucky took a deep breath in before calling out to the three of you.

“Hey guys, I’m making some coffee for Sam and Steve. Do you want any?”

While both Nat and Wanda declined, a smile lit up your face as you replied.

“Ooh, yes, please, Buck!”

You were about to tell him how you wanted your coffee but he cut you off.

“Cream and 2 sugars, I know, doll.” Bucky winked at you before getting to work.

You felt a flutter in your belly at the pet name and wink, heat crawling up your neck when your two friends started making fun of your flustered expression. Bucky also heard the three of you laughing, causing pink to dust his cheeks.

He finished fairly quickly, although he made sure everything was absolutely perfect. Holding the warm mug, he decided he’s going to ask you. On a date. Or maybe he should do it somewhere more private? Nope. He needs to do it now. Before he backs out.

Bucky handed you the mug, your hands briefly touching. You thanked him with that beautiful smile of your and all Bucky could say was a stuttered ‘your welcome’.

Inwardly cursing himself, Bucky abruptly turned around, grabbed his, Sam and Steve’s mugs and headed out of the room.

Maybe another day.

......

Bucky heard you, Nat and Wanda talking again. But this time it was about him.

After finishing his workout, he headed towards the kitchen, in hopes to get a snack and some water before freshening up, when he heard his name. But, both fortunately and unfortunately, the kitchen was attached to the common room, where you girls spent most of your time, so he wouldn’t be able to go in without getting noticed.

He knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but it was you. He had to know how you felt about him. And maybe, just maybe, he would - hopefully - get the courage to - finally - ask you out.

He remained silent as he heard the three of you chatting and laughing.

“No, but, like I told you, I don’t mind waiting. Yes, I really like Bucky and it can get frustrating sometimes, but that man has been through so much shit in his life, y’know, and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable rushing into anything. Even if there is a ‘thing’. I don’t even know whether he like me or not!”

“Y/N! Are you kidding! That man is deadass in love with you!” Nat spoke up.

“Really?”

“How are you that oblivious?!”

“Well then, lucky for Bucky,” you paused for a moment, giggling at the silly rhyme, “I’m pretty sure I love him too.”

The squeals of Nat and Wanda fell onto deaf ears. You loved him.

You loved him.

Bucky made his way back to his room; he was on cloud 9. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking of everything. If he was going to ask you out, it had to be perfect. But that was the thing, nothing could be as perfect as you. Bucky discarded all the ideas that came to mind. Only when the sun started to set and darkness fell over the city, he thought of the perfect date.

Now he only hoped you would like it.

......

Needless to say, Bucky still hadn’t asked you out. Almost a week later. But nerves took over. Every time he got close to asking you out, he would resort to changing the subject and becoming a stuttering, blushing mess.

Even the team noticed. Well, everyone in the team but you. They were getting tired of the sexual tension and obvious chemistry between you guys, so they decided to take matters into their own hands.

“Hey, Buck! We’re all going out tonight, no exceptions!”

“Y/N! There you are! We’re all heading to the local club tonight. Not taking no for an answer!”

You got ready with Nat and Wanda, sporting a sexy, short black dress. It was more like a crop top and skirt with straps around your belly, holding it together. Matched with black, strappy heels and a black velvet choker, your outfit was done.

The three of you headed out, already slightly tipsy with the cheap wine you drank while getting ready. You sat in one of Tony’s car, singing loudly to whatever songs came on the radio.

You soon arrived, quickly getting in. The club was packed. You turned to your friends, only to find they weren’t there. That was odd; you swore they were with you a minute ago. You looked around the crowded room, your eyes scanning for someone you might recognise, when you saw him. Bucky.

He wore a black shit with black trousers, his hair in a bun at the nape of his neck, a few of the shorter strands falling out and framing his face. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his vibranium arm.

You made your way towards him. he turned to face you and smiled, pink dusting his cheeks.

“Where are the others?”

“I have no idea. I arrived with them but they disappeared right after.”

“Huh.”

Bucky gazed around, eventually spotting the others at the far end of the room, huddled together facing the two of you. He nudged you shoulder and pointed at them. You giggled and rolled your eyes, moving closer to Bucky. You placed your lips near Bucky’s ear and whispered.

“Well, if they want a show, why don’t we give them one.”

Without warning, you crashed your lips into Bucky’s, whose eyes widened at the contact. He soon leaned into it, though, cradling your face with his large hand.

You soon pulled away, breathing heavily.

“Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

You eagerly nodded you head as Bucky led you out of the club, his arm around your waist.

The cool air hit your bare skin as you exited the club. Bucky moved his hand from your waist to wrap around your shoulders. The silence wasn’t awkward but was soon broken when Bucky spoke up.

“Can I take you somewhere? I was saving it for when I got the courage to ask you out, but I think we’re a bit past that.”

“Of course.”

Bucky led you into the tower, telling you to meet him in the common room in 10 minutes, wearing comfortable clothes. You ran to your room, taking a few deep breaths to calm your nerves before discarding your clothes and chucking on some sweats, fuzzy socks and a t-shirt. You took off your makeup and tied your hair in a plait before heading out to meet Bucky.

He too, had changed, his club clothes traded for sweats and a jumper. He greeted you in a sweet kiss, before pulling away and smiling, blushing slightly.

“This way, doll.”

He led you to the roof. At first it was dark. Pitch black, even. But then you saw it.

On the ground lay blankets and pillows, a couple books, snacks and water scattered here and there. You mouth hung open as you walked to the set up.

“Bucky. This is- this is beautiful.”

“That’s not all, doll.”

He nudged your shoulder, pointing towards the sky. Many stars, all different colours flashed above, adding the the city’s light. The bright contrast to the dark backdrop of the sky was simply breathtaking.

“Oh my god.” You breathed out, mesmerized by the scene.

You sat down, under the blankets and Bucky came in next to you. You leaned onto his side, enjoying the warmth radiating off of him.

You and Bucky talked for hours-on-end, him telling you about the different constellations visible, before talking about his life pre-HYDRA. You hung on to every word, before finally falling asleep next to Bucky, as the first rays of sun lit up the city below.

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Day 3... BOOM! Sorry it’s a bit late, though, but I made it longer to make up for it. :)

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[buckybarnesweek2022]

Welcome to Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week 2022

Welcome to the blog of Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week 2022!

This will be a week-long fest from March 7 to 13, 2022, where we celebrate the Marvel character, James Buchanan Barnes. Each day of this week will feature two prompts (nominated and voted by you!). Throughout this week, we encourage fan creators to share all types of new fanworks relating to Bucky and one prompt, whether it’s Bucky from your favourite comic run or the Marvel Cinematic Universe!

Each day of the Appreciation Week, we will reblog your fanwork corresponding to the day. Please tag our blog in your post, and include #BBWeek22 in your first five Tumblr tags so we can track them! All types of fanworks are welcome, both SFW and NSFW, ship or no ship. In any case, please remember to tag appropriately <3

Event schedule

October 25 to November 25, 2021: Prompt submission

November 25 to November 30, 2021: Prompt voting

December 1, 2021: Prompts confirmed and released

December 1, 2021 to March, 2022: Fanwork creation period

March 7 to 13, 2022: Fanwork posting period

We are now officially launching Stage 1 of the fest: prompt submissions. From October 25 to November 25, 2021, we encourage you to submit prompts via our form to be featured during the Week. In each form submission, you can submit up to 5 prompts anonymously. You can submit more than one form if you wish.

As Bucky’s birthday is March 10, the prompt for this specific day will naturally be ‘Happy Birthday!’. The rest of the week will feature the most popular prompts as voted by you!

Prompt submission guidelines

Please keep your prompts SFW. The fanwork created for the prompts can be NSFW, but we ask that you keep the prompts themselves suitable for all ages as to be as inclusive as possible to all Bucky fans.

Ideally, prompts should be relatively brief, general and open to interpretation.

NSFW content creation guidelines

As mentioned above, NSFW content can be created for any voted prompts as long as the content is properly tagged.

NSFW content includes all and any types of NSFW. There are no boundaries! Again, we remind you to please tag appropriately. We believe that everyone is responsible for policing their own content consumption, so as long as you fulfill this requirement, anything goes.

BUT! For us to reblog your NSFW content on Tumblr, please ensure they are external links only, not image posts. This is to avoid being flagged by Tumblr’s bots.

That is all for now! We are so excited about this, and we hope you are too! We will release more information regarding prompt voting closer to the date.

Any questions please drop an Ask in our Tumblr. Thank you for participating! We hope to see wonderful prompts that will inspire all types of amazing creations from everyone.

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[mslaevateinn]

Only a week and a half?

Here is a little moodboard and ficlet combo, created for the @buckybarnesweek2022 prompt Pinning (day 5) and my square O2 Long distance (and the month theme Postcard!) for @stuckybingo during the server party (prompt: flowers)

Also on AO3 

Steve beamed as he sorted through his mail and found a handwritten letter. Here, in the middle of everything, was a card from Bucky. His boyfriend was visiting some family out of state, and it was in a very rural area, so he didn’t have enough reception to make stable calls. Instead, he had sent a nice postcard to Steve, with pink flowers on it. When Steve opened the card, a few petals fell from it, making him smile. The easy smile stayed until Sam got back and found him looking outside. His best friend peeked over his shoulder and checked the enveloppe. 

“You really are whipped, man. How you managed to find someone as old fashioned as you, I have no idea,” he said after putting the letter down.

“He doesn’t have reception.”

“And?”

“He wanted to keep contact.”

“Come on, it can’t be that long.”

“Well…”

“Steve?”

“A week and a half”, he mumbled.

“A week and a half?” shouted Sam, incredulous.

“Yes?”

“You’re telling me you’ve been moping around, sighing all day and behaving like the stereotypical teenage girl because you’re not able to see Barnes for a week and a half?”

Steve shrugged; denying would just be insulting to Sam.

“You are whipped. I can’t believe you. A week and a half is not that long.”

It is when you’re used to talking almost everyday though.But he wouldn’t say that to Sam, his best friend already had too much on them. Seeming to realise Steve wouldn’t talk more, the man shook his head, smile on his face, before patting Steve’s shoulder. He then walked to his room, leaving Steve at his desk, pinning over his boyfriend who was far away.

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Bucky Barnes Appreciation Week - Day 3

AN: Here we are on day three, and I'm back to the fluff, after yesterday's dark turn. I had a lot of fun with this one, and it's a bit cracky, but I don't care!

Still un-beta'd, dividers still by @firefly-graphics and mood board and banners by me!

Check out my master list if you feel like it.

Pairing: Bucky x Sam

Word count: 680ish

CW: Fluff, Bucky being a nerd, Sam being supportive.

Bucky had been scurrying and squirreling things around the house for days. There were tiny shreds of fabric and splinters of plastic. Whenever Sam had asked what was going on, Bucky had gone all shy, blushed all the way up to his eyebrows and run off into the spare room. There was a strange, regular clattering from some kind of machine. Sam cocked his head as he listened intently.

Was that a sewing machine?

Parcels turned up and the sounds of curses joined the sewing machine noises. As intrigued as Sam was, he knew that Bucky would tell him what was going on when he was ready. It was good in a way, that Bucky had some kind of hobby. Whatever it was that was keeping him occupied was making him happy.

A few weeks later and Bucky sidled up to where Sam was sat on the sofa. The index finger of his right hand swirled patterns over Sam’s maroon t-shirt.

“Sammy…”

A small smile played at Sam’s lips as he put his book down and turned towards his boyfriend.

“Yes, Jamie…”

“You know how you got me into those movies…”

“Which ones Buck, the Lord of the Rings ones or…”

Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe those films missed out Tom Bombadil, even in the extended version.”

“We’ve discussed this baby, it’s cos it some trippy-ass shit. And if you don’t mean those ones, do you mean Star Wars.”

“Yup!” Bucky popped the ‘P’ as he flicked his finger of the bottom of Sam chin.

“And…”

“Well, I was doing some reading on the internet…”

“I hope you stayed away from AO3…” Sam chuckled. “It’s a cess pit of filth and degeneracy.”

“Hhhmm, makes me want to check it out more, but no… I was reading about…um…” His hand left Sam’s chest and moved up so he could rub the back of his neck, that beautiful flush crawling up his neck. “I was reading about fan events and there’sonenextweekendandIwonderedifyouwantedtogo.”

His voice was small, the words tumbling up in a rush and ending on a squeak. It was rather endearing in Sam’s view.

“Are you telling me that James Buchannan Barnes, The White Wolf and former Winter Soldier, wants to go to a Star Wars Convention…”

Bucky sank further down into the sofa, so he could wrap his arms around Sam’s waist, and then tilted his head back and sucked his lower lip into his mouth. Sam chuckled.

“Don’t make fun of me.” Bucky's lower lip came back out in a pout.

“Don’t make adorable faces.”

Sam dipped his head and rubbed his nose against Bucky’s.

“But, sure we can go, Bucky Bear, if it's something you wanna do.”

Sam ran his fingers through Bucky’s hair as the now embarrassed super soldier burrowed his head further into Sam’s ribs, acting like a cat, and as they already had two of those (TWO! Not one, but two!), Sam didn’t need another one.

“Baby…is there something else.”

A mumble came from the mop of dark hair that sounded like “maybe”.

“Come on, Sugar. Surely telling me about wanting to go to the convention was the embarrassing part.” Bucky disentangled himself without a word and hurried out of the room towards the study. When he returned, a few moments later, he just poked his head back around the door.

“Okay, so I had a thought and... um... I thought it would be fun, but if you don’t want to, you don’t have to, but…” He stepped through the door, holding two hangers. On one was a pale blue shirt, navy slacks, a leather belt and long cape, pale blue on the outside and gold on the inside. The second one held a beige boiler suit, complete with thin brown belt and what looked like a thigh holster.

Sam couldn’t help it. A chuckle broke forth from his lips. Really, his boyfriend was the sweetest, most endearingly innocent former assassin and murder-bot on the planet.

“Awww, Buck, you made us a couples costume? Of course I’ll be your Lando. Now, come here Luke and convince me I shouldn’t betray you to the Dark side."

Maybe they'd watch A New Hope later on...

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