Summary: It’s readers birthday and Bucky still doesn’t have a present for her. After a talk they share right before midnight, he gets an idea, though as he thinks about it more and more he slowly starts to believe she would not like it.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: swearing
Word count: 3537
Genre: fluff
Y/N’s birthday was coming up and Bucky was freaking out. He had absolutely no clue what to gift the incredible girl and given his major crush on her, it was even worse. He had to make it special, had to make it stand out, but hearing what Tony Stark- genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist- or her best friend speedster Pietro, would give her made his heart sink lower and lower. Bucky couldn’t afford the things Iron Man could, nor did he know Y/N, as well as Steve, did. “Please, you have to help me out. You’ve known her longer than I have,” Bucky had pleaded one night, desperate for some kind of an idea, but the man he called his best friend only shrugged and plastered an annoying smirk. “Sorry, bud, but you’ll have to come up with something on your own. Besides, it shouldn’t matter what it is, as long as it comes from you.” Let’s just say Steve had been of no help. And neither had anyone else. He didn’t even bother going to Sam or Loki. Thor was away on Asgard for the time being, no doubt would he bring a spectacular present from his home realm. Wanda was working together with Nat to create the perfect gift for Y/N. Vision was doing what Vision did which meant Bucky had no idea what it was. Clint was back home on his farm, but still, a beautifully wrapped box had come to Y/N a bit earlier than intended, though everyone understood what the occasion was. Yet the contents of it had been more exquisite than anything Bucky had seen in a while at least in the weapon realm. A matte black bow made from a carbon mix that was the lightest material in the world, yet the strongest one at the same time, accompanied by a large range of arrows, everything matching, was displayed like a piece of art.
summary: the last thing you expect to see is a stranger on your couch in the morning, and the very last thing you expect is to fall in love with him.
pairing: punk!bucky x reader
word count: 4292 words
warnings: fluff, just fluff tbh. it’s so damn cheesy but I love it
notes: I have no idea which season this is set in lmao. also I’ve been super super sick, so I’m sorry that there’s been no fic updates! but I love these sorta fics and I wanted to get it done ASAP so it may not be the best!!
Yawning, you pull your robe around you tighter as you head out of your bedroom, wanting nothing more than a hot cup of coffee to wake you up properly. You move to open the blinds, wincing a little as the bright light streams in and spills across the kitchen and living room of your apartment.
Suddenly, you hear a soft groan from the living room, and you whirl around, mouth dropping in shock. You let out a piercing shriek and stumble back at the sight of an unknown male lying on your goddamn couch, his right arm thrown over his eyes as the light filters in. He jerks up at the sound of your voice, before groaning, holding his hand to his temple as if it’s paining his head to move.
“Who the fuck are you?!” Your voice is getting extremely high as you back away, your hand scrambling to grasp at the edge of the wooden cutting board. Just in case you need to beat him over the head.
The man squints, adjusting to the light, before his eyes land on you. His eyes widen, before he sits up straighter, holding his hands out in front of him. “I’m not here to kill you! I swear!” He squeaks, and you look to his left arm, glinting in the sunlight. Fucking hell, it’s entirely made of metal, you realise, trailing your gaze up the arm and where it’s connected to his shoulder. The scarring is minimal, but you shouldn’t even be seeing it, because he shouldn’t be fucking shirtless, in a stranger’s apartment.
Summary: On your way back home, you are being followed by a couple of creeps. When your eyes fall on the most impressive and handsome Avengers, you don’t think twice and find yourself a fake boyfriend and savior.
Words: 2,435
Warnings: mention of street harassment, fluff, a very flirty Bucky
A/N: I took a small break in Curves and Edges but the third part is in progress and will hopefully be up next week. In the meantime I am here with this little oneshot becayse happy birthday my dear @stressedoutkylo!🎉 I took the liberty of writing that to celebrate your special with you! I thought you might need some flirty, protective Bucky hehe. I know it’s not much but I hope you’ll like it! All the hugs and kisses and love and I hope you have a wonderful daaaaay 💕
Despite being one of the people that had helped the world avoiding complete annihilation about a year ago, Bucky still felt like he was on the run every time he walked out of the tower by himself. Crowds made uncomfortable, visible, exposed, almost vulnerable. So he always tried to make himself as small as possible, his eyes hidden under his cap, he made a point of honor to stand on the side of the nest of busy people and tried to avoid any bumping into anyone.
Bucky’s eyes carefully wandered around the subway platform, his eyes meeting the too many billboards and too many people who seemed to always be in a rush. Sometimes he felt like, since the war, someone had shortened the days by a few hours, which was why, nowadays, everybody was always running everywhere, bumping into each others without even looking back to see if the other person was okay. No, the world had turned into a more selfish place that it already was.
Anon request: Could you do one where Bucky finally asks reader out to dinner but she thinks it’s a casual thing and is like “sure I’ll see if anyone else wants to tag along!” and they all agree but once Bucky tells them it was supposed to be a date they all make up an excuse as to why they can’t go so that it ends up being just them two?
Warnings: Fluff
A/N: Hey there, lovely anon. Sorry it took me so long to post this one, I hope you are still around and you will like it. Please tell me if I made your idea justice, I was so scared to mess it up! A big thank you to @sgtjbuccky who helped me move past the barrier I put on my own way and who gave me the key to finish this lovely request that I completely fell in love with the second I read it. I hope you all like this oneshot. Please remember that feedbacks are always greatly appreciated 💕
“If you keep on staring like that she might call the cops on you, someday.” Bucky’s blood turned cold and he tensed at Sam’s snickering behind him. He pressed his lips together and nudged his teammate, not even fighting the satisfactory smile that crept up his lips when the Falcon grunted and huffed. “Shut up, I’m not staring,” Bucky mumbled, quickly looking away from you to focus on the ridiculously heavy dumbbell in his hand.
Sam didn’t miss the way his friend couldn’t help but still glance in direction of the treadmill where you were running, “yeah, sure Barnes,” he chuckled, “now please remind me why didn’t ask Y/N out already? It’s really tiring to see you drool over her all the damn time.” Bucky dropped the dumbbell in surprise, his eyes going wide as he looked around to make you nobody heard them. Fortunately, the loud music blasting in the gym covered their voices and you and the others were all focused on your own sparing and training.
Summary: Nat decides that you’ve been single long enough and decides to set you up with the one and only Bucky Barnes. But what she doesn’t know, will make for an interesting turn of events
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (College-ish AU)
Word Count: 2223 words
Warnings: All fluff! Enjoy!!
You hear her speak before you actually see her.
“Hey Y/N, you should try online dating.”
You shriek in shock, whipping your head around to see
Natasha, millimetres away from your face. She laughs, grinning as she takes a
step back.
“Nat, you damn near scared me to death! What the fuck is
wrong with you?!” You scold, crossing your arms tightly.
“C’mon, we’ve been trying to get you a date for a year now,
the least you can do is try finding somebody by yourself.” She tells you,
pulling her curly red hair into a ponytail
You snort, rolling your eyes. “What if I don’t want a
boyfriend? Plus, my Tinder bio would be absolute shit.”
“Please?” She whines, dragging the word out as she grabs
your shoulders and shakes them back and forth, “just give it one shot-“
“No.”
“Please?”
“I said no, Nat, now go away and scare, I dunno, Wanda,” You
sigh, turning away as you plop yourself down on the couch.
“Fucking spoilsport.” She grumbles, furrowing her brows in
deep concentration. She seems to be muttering something along the lines of, ‘who
do we know is single, who do we know is single.’
Suddenly, she looks up and flashes a brilliant smile at you,
which makes you really damn worried.
“Ya know what? I’m gonna try set you up with Pietro.” She
claps her hands gleefully, and you groan in annoyance, shaking your head.
“No way am I dating Pietro!” You protest loudly, flicking
through tv channels.
“Yeah, my best friend cannot date my brother!” A faint cry comes from the other room, and you look
pointedly to Nat. She huffs, sitting down next to you and stealing your
blanket.
“Fine, I’ll choose somebody else.” She considers, and you
should’ve known that she wouldn’t have given up so easily.
After a moment, she blurts out, “Oh my god, I know, I’m
setting you up with Bucky.”
“Alright, you do that… wait… did you just say Bucky?!”
summary: valentine’s day candy grams basically show how popular you are in the school, so you expect to get none, however, one, extremely sweet one, turns up on your desk. except you have no clue who it’s from.
pairing: jock!bucky x reader
word count: 2340 words
warnings: uhhhhh, real sappy and cute-ass shit, but I don’t regret it. one. bit.
notes: this was actually gonna be a christmas fic but I never got to finish it! happy valentine’s day, especially to all the people who won’t celebrate with anyone. I see you and I love you. time to have a singles’ party. also the gif isn’t bucky but this is jock bucky, so it’s how I think he sorta looks.
summary: you’re studying in a library when you hear two girls talking way too loudly about the attractive librarian, but he shows them just who he has his sights set on.
pairing: librarian!bucky x reader
word count: 788 words
warnings: fluff, a bit of jealousy, mentions of sex from people who don’t have filters (in the fic)
notes: this was requested by my babe @whyisbuckyso but my requests are currently NOT OPEN. also I know that there were so many good opportunities for puns during this fic but it would’ve made this so cheesy, more than it already is. the title is bad enough.
“Oh, my god. That librarian is so fucking hot!” You hear a girl say, way too loudly for a library, to her friend as they look up from their attempted studying.
“Shit, I thought that librarians were meant to be old! But this guy makes me wanna check out more than the books.” The other girl bursts into fits of snarky giggles and you roll your eyes, resisting the urge to throw your newly sharpened pencil at them.
You shove your headphones in, trying to drown out their godawful remarks about the “hottie librarian.” But when you hear one of them gush about wanting him to fuck them against the bookshelves, that’s when you’re done.
You stand up, shutting your laptop and brushing past the girls. You head straight towards the librarian, who is thankfully out of earshot of them. He looks up from shelving the books as you get closer, and a warm smile fills his face instantly.
“How’s the studying going, Y/N?” He asks, voice husky and soft as you move around to his side of the cart.
You huff, jerking your chin in the direction of those girls. “They’re talking non-stop, Buck, I can hear them over my headphones. But it’s not really the noise that’s bothering me.”
He raises an eyebrow, putting the final book away before moving the cart to the end of the aisle. “What’re they talking about?”
You scrunch your nose, crossing your arms, before finally saying, “About how they want you to fuck them in various places in the library.”
“Ew, that’s not great. Even hot people have human rights.” He cringes, glancing at them before shaking his head. Then his mouth curls into a small smirk as he leans forward and you can feel a shiver run down your spine.
“Were you jealous, hearing them talk about me?” He whispers, eyes glinting, and you can feel your cheeks warm up instantly. You push at his chest and he chuckles, combing a hand through his hair.
“Yes, I was, if you must know.” You huff, looking away. Bucky grins and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
He smiles at you, before murmuring, “well then, I gotta show that I’m taken by my beautiful girl, hey?”
You let out a quiet laugh, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to his lips, one hand fisting his soft sweater and the other moving to run through his locks. You taste the coffee on his lips, something you’re so used to, that it feels like home. He lets out a muffled whimper, before pressing forward and knocking a book stand off the cart while moving to hold your waist.
You can feel the girls’ eyes on you, their mouths gaping open, clearly visible from your peripheral vision. You ignore them, despite your original intention, because your boyfriend is trailing his kisses down your neck and you’re getting extremely distracted.
“You should get back to work.” You murmur, and he looks up at you, a pout on his face as he reaches down to pick up the book stand.
“You started this! Besides, I’ve just finished my shift.” He protests, adjusting his shirt collar from underneath his sweater. You roll your eyes, before smiling at him.
“I’ll grab my things, then we’ll get afternoon tea.” You gesture to your desk, the girls still staring at you from a table behind your homework arrangement.
He nods, nudging the cart out of your line of walk. “I’ll be waiting.” Bucky winks flirtatiously and you snort, before making your way back to the table.
You smile inwardly at the girls’ jealous gazes as you pack up your belongings, slinging your bag over your shoulder. You still aren’t sure how you landed your handsome yet incredibly dorky boyfriend, though all you know is that you’re insanely lucky to have him. Your relationship isn’t fairytale perfect, but you wouldn’t exchange it for anything in the world.
As you move towards the entrance of the library, you see him sitting on the edge of the counter, his legs dangling back and forth. You take a hold of his collar and pull him down to give him a quick peck on the lips. His mouth spreads into a mischievous smile as he hops down from the counter, landing with a soft thud.
“We better not kiss while the other librarian’s here. He’d get me fired.” Bucky whispers, eyes flicking up to the older man coming into the library.
“And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” You smile at him as he pulls you close, hurrying the two of you out of the library before the older librarian sees you and reprimands you for merely hugging.
Summary: You’ve been dating your boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes, for an entire year, but you’ve never actually met him.
Pairing: Internet Boyfriend!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 3415 Words
Warnings: literally none. is fluff even a warning?
Notes: Thank you to @whyisbuckyso for beta-ing this, even when you were busy af! I also know that if you live in an apartment, you’d normally
have a PO box, but for the story’s sake, it was a tiny package delivered into
the apartment mailbox. They may be ‘rushing’ it but like,, they’ve been dating
a year already. also the gif below is my image of bucky in this one, just without the beard and a lil younger looking.
A notification sounds from your pocket and you pull your phone out
quickly as you slice open the tape of one of many cardboard boxes, piled up in
the corner of the room.
Bucky ❤:
How is my beautiful girl this morning?
Grabbing a stack of throw blankets from the box and tossing them
onto the couch, you quickly tap out a reply.
Y/N:
I’m doing good, now that you have me blushing
You take the time to look around your new apartment, relieved that
your best friends had helped out with the furniture placement, and now it was
just up to you to decorate the rest of the place. University’s given you the
chance to finally get a place of your own, and it’s everything you could’ve
wanted. Enough space to have your friends over, and not too big to make the
place feel lonely.
Bucky ❤:
Aww, I bet that’s a nice image 😉
Y/N:
Shut up you handsome jerk
James Buchanan Barnes, or Bucky as he likes to tell people to call
him, is your boyfriend of a year. Since you started talking, you could never
put down your phone, as there was an endless supply of notifications of FaceTime
requests, SnapChat photos, texts and a variety of other apps. The thing is,
even if you’ve skyped almost every single day, you’ve never actually met the
guy.
“Nattie, I’m fucking terrified. Is this even legal?”
You’re gripping her hand so tight that you’re sure that you’re crushing her
bones.
She gives you a withering look, before pulling up her
sleeve. “It works, every time, guaranteed. Look at mine. Perfectly passive, and
it’s gotten me my dream job and boyfriend.”
Your eyes linger over the highly detailed tattoo on her
bicep, before looking back up at her. “You sure that this guy won’t use
his…tattoo powers to murder me?”
She snorts, leaning against the brick wall. “He’s not
allowed to do that, he doesn’t know what he’s casting but they can’t involve
death or illness. Well…maybe illness, but there’ll be a good outcome. He sort
of has a selection of objects, and you choose them, and they’re meant to
influence your tattoo’s meaning. People don’t know what they’re getting, but in
the end, it’ll be something that they’ve wanted for a while.”
“Do you know how sketchy that sounds?” You cross your
arms, heart running wild with panic and oh shit this is a horrible idea isn’t
it–
“Shut up, you’ll be fine,” Nat snatches your hand and
marches you towards the door of the building, “you can’t miss your designated
appointment, he stores his magic up for each client.”
“So what is he? A wizard? Like, from Harry Potter?” The
bell tinkles as you enter the waiting room area. You take a brief look around,
taking in the modern interior, with succulents on benches and plant pots
dangling from the ceilings. There’s nothing ‘magic’ to this, what with fluffy
blankets on the arms of the sofas, and industrial light bulbs casting a glow
over the room.
“I’d prefer the word ‘alchemist,’ but you can call me a
wizard if you want.” A voice says behind you, and you shriek, whipping around
instantly.
Prompt: ‘Soulmate’ for @just-some-drabbles ‘s writing challenge! (no summary because the prompt says it all)
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2073 words
Warnings: fluff, hardly any angst.
Notes: Thank you so much to my love @untimelyideasforstories for helping me come up with ideas for this story, you saved my ass ❤ I also didn’t proofread this, it’s 10:40pm and I have a French test tomorrow argh
Soulmates, true love, first kisses, those are all things
you were told to believe. The first one was real enough, as everyone in the
world was born with a permanently inked mark, somewhere on their body. Yours
was plainly put into sight, right on the inside of your left wrist. From person
to person, their mark differed in handwriting, but it always read the same
thing; the date of your soulmate’s birth. Your soulmark was scrawled in a
delicate yet slightly messy script, which didn’t really bother you. Your friend
could barely read her one, it was that chaotic. But it was the actual words
that bothered you, which made you lose faith in having a soulmate that was
actually alive.
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