Word Count: 2.8K+ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky is 100 years old today, and you have something special planned for him. Rating: MA (Explicit) Warnings: Explicit sex scenes. A/N: SURPRISE BUCKY FIC FOR HIS BIRTHDAY! Bucky never went into the ice again and he’s happy and loved and everything is good and holy. Bye.
“Babe.”
Nothing.
“Babe.”
Nothing.
“Baby… wake up. Bucky, come on, wake up.” You move a strand of hair from his eye carefully before pressing a soft kiss to his temple, and smile when you feel him stir and groan.
“What time is it?” He asks without opening his eyes, turning around to wrap his arm around you and rest his head on your chest. You feel his heavy thigh wrap around yours and move your own arms to hold him– one hand going instinctively to caress his hair.
“It doesn’t matter what time it is right now– what matters is that it’s already midnight in your hometown.” He hums in response and holds you a little tighter, clearly not realizing what this means because he’s on the verge of falling asleep again. “Bucky? Babe, do you realize what I’m trying to say?” He nods against your chest and presses a soft kiss to your naked skin.
“It’s midnight somewhere.” He answers groggily, and you can barely hear the end of the sentence.
“Bucky, no!” You whisper-scream, trying not to giggle. “Don’t fall asleep again baby, I have something to tell you.”
“What?” He mumbles, clearly not bothered by your words.
Story: Bucky finds the reader sleeping in a hammock, enjoying the sun, and when she asks him to join her, he doesn’t even hesitate.
A/N: everything i’ve been writing lately has been a little dark and angsty, so here’s something light and fluffy
word count: like 1k
Bucky found you outside on the terrace, your features sleepy as you lay curled up in the large, white hammock, face directed toward the sun. You were wearing Bucky’s shirt, functioning for you as a dress, a wonderfully great smelling one. Bucky stood for several minutes, simply watching you and your peaceful mind. “Doll, whatcha doin’?” he then asked with a hum, feeling a rush of adoration spread through his chest when your y/e/c eyes fluttered open.
The smile you sent him when you spotted him standing there, smiling and gorgeous, was blinding. “Soaking up all the sunlight I can get,” you answered, your voice croaky with sleep. “Because obviously I’m a plant.” You then sat up a little straighter. “Come here, Buck.”
Summary: A nice day outside with his two favorite people makes Bucky think.
A/N: Hi, everyone! Stucky is back! Honestly, this is all thanks to @barnesrogersvstheworld and @evanstar for nearly killing me with their beautiful Stucky pieces. (I told you it was coming soon, Attie, so here you go.)
This one is completely self-indulgent and it’s quite possibly the fluffiest thing I’ve ever written. I just really think that sweet little Bucket Barnes has a thing for flowers. Enjoy!
P.S. Thank you all again for 1k followers. That number is insane and I can’t believe so many people have decided to follow this Soft™ boy blog. A celebration for that is coming, so keep an eye out for that!
Bucky wakes slow and easy, the scent of pine and lavender surrounding him.
Sheets slide along his bare chest, soft against him as he shifts. They press lines into his skin while the pillow does the same to his face.
He squeezes his eyes shut. Tries to keep out the invading sunlight that’s streaming through the window attempting to rouse him from his – thankfully – peaceful sleep.
Arms stretch, metal and flesh alike, from where they were tucked under his pillow. Reach to either side of the bed. Skim across the expanse of the large mattress and keep searching until he realizes the two bodies he expected to find aren’t there.
That makes him open his eyes, steel blue blinking against the light falling onto his body. He turns. Sits up and rubs his face. Runs a hand through messy dark hair and searches the room.
He’s struck once again with how pretty your bedroom, with its soft lounge chair in the corner and pressed flowers resting in a frame over your dresser.
But he doesn’t find you or Steve, the two most beautiful things he’s ever seen. So he thinks ogling your bedroom can wait until he can do it in bed with the two of you.
abstract: a small timeline of librarian!bucky and how he deals with PDA
word count: 853 words
warnings: fluff, anxiety
pairing: librarian!bucky barnes x reader
a/n: this is so cute i love librarian bucky so much wow
Bucky’s tight fist shook as he held it just inches from your door. He took a deep, telling himself he could do it before he rapped three times against the wood of your door. When you didn’t answer the door in a few seconds he began wondering if you’d even heard his knock, or worse, you’d realized that you didn’t want to go out with him after all.
A/N: Thank you for reading and for being patient with my lack of updates. I love you all.
Bucky holds Y/N’s hand tightly and glares at Steve and Bruce
and the rest of the medical team whenever they look at him too closely. They
had kicked Tony out only minutes before, for insensitivity even if he hadn’t
meant to be.
For the past fifteen minutes they’ve been trying to calm him
down so that they can take his blood . “No,” he says lowly to Y/N. “Absolutely
not. I’m not doing this.” Fear courses through his blood, choking out the
logical part of his brain, telling him that everything is fine, that these
people won’t hurt him.
He reaches up to pry away the sensors pressed to his temples
when Y/N stops him, her fingers catching at his wrists. “Buck, just hold on a
second.” One of the medical staff starts to walk forward which only makes Bucky
tense and grab Y/N, as he slides off the examination table. The logical part of his brain tells him that
they won’t hurt Y/N, that they won’t hurt him. But still he pulls her behind
him and lets out an involuntary growl.
He’s on edge and breathing hard, assessing every exit, every
person, every threat. He reaches back and circles his hand around her wrist. It
makes him feel better, more in control, if only for a moment.
A panic attack is only seconds away when Y/N carefully
presses one hand into his flesh bicep and steps around him. “Could we have a
minute alone? Please?” She addresses the room.
civil war but when zemo says the trigger words bucky goes into factory reset mode and starts speaking spanish like buzz lightyear in toy story 3
we need to let this post die now thank you
Never
Not Spanish but Russian like that’s what happened but instead of following orders he goes to save Tony ¯_(ツ)_/¯
no but then it’s not like buzz lightyear in toy story 3
Bucky sees Steve and he does this shit
and then this is Bucky with Tony
i’ll do you one better:
STEPH IM CRYING
You all know what I’m about to do
“I don’t… think that did what he wanted it to do.“ Tony frowned, tilting his head to the side.
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Steve demanded.
Tony glanced down at the man, the… whatever the hell he was, who was a double agent. “Rogers, he clearly did something to Barnes, but I don’t think that-” Tony gestured to Bucky- “was his intended outcome!”
“Well, what was?” Steve slammed a hand down on the table the man was handcuffed to. “What. Was?”
The man looked up with a hard glare. “To see an empire fall.”
Tony stared at Bucky who was… well, Tony didn’t really know what he was doing. Bucky was walking around, making weird arm motions, giving everyone the crazy eye. No agent seemed to be brave enough to approach him. “It’s like you sent him into factory reset mode.”
“So you were responsible,” T’Challa cut in. “For my father’s death?”
The man tilted his chin up. “I’m sorry about your father. He was a casualty caught in the crossfire of a different war.” The man glared at Tony and Steve. “Much like my family was.”
“What’s this about?” Sam folded his arms. “What’s your game, man?”
“Their war,” He continued to stare at Tony and Steve, “killed my family. Innocent lives. Sokovia. Do you remember them? Can you list the name of every innocent civilian you killed that day?” He shook his head. “I am Baron Zemo. My family was killed, by you. I had hoped to tear yours apart in return. I had hoped I’d get the missing piece to my puzzle from him,” Zemo looked at Bucky, “but I was not expecting this.”
“Missing piece?” Tony shook his head. “What missing piece?”
Steve cleared his throat. “You know, don’t you?” He asked Zemo. “You know The Winter Soldier…” Steve took a deep breath. “You know The Winter Soldier killed Howard and Maria Stark.”
“What?” Tony hissed, head filling with static.
Steve faced him. “I’m sorry, Tony. I didn’t- I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Zemo nodded. “I wanted to use that against you. To make empires fall.”
Tony took a long, deep breath. “Okay Rogers, I’m royally pissed at you, but I’m gonna hold it in, so we can properly deal with him.”
“Okay.” Steve nodded. “Okay. We can… talk about this later, I promise. Sam, can you watch Zemo?” The ‘and T’Challa’ part went unsaid. Tony had been side eye-ing the furious king the entire conversation, making sure he didn’t spaz.
Sam nodded.
Steve and Tony walked over to where Bucky was sitting on a table, chair on his head, glaring at terrified agents.
“Sir,” One agent walked over to Tony. “We don’t know what to do, he’s unstable and I think he managed to grab a gun-”
“Yeah, we’ll handle it.” Tony patted the agent on the back thoughtlessly.
“Buck,” Steve called out. “Come on, let us help you. Give us a hand, here.”
Bucky promptly took off his left arm and threw it at Steve. Tony watched the metal arm clatter to the ground at Steve’s feet and couldn’t hold back a snort. At least this Bucky Barnes had a sense of humour.
“Who goes there?” Bucky hissed in perfect Russian, accent and all. He pulled out his gun. “Friend? Or foe?”
Oh dear god. If Tony didn’t get killed by The fucking Winter Soldier, he was going to die laughing his ass off.
“Something in between, I think,” Tony answered in Russian.
Bucky narrowed his eyes, taking the chair off his head to creep over towards Tony with awkward steps. He was… sliding across the floor, almost, gun still trained on Tony. It was taking every ounce of willpower to keep Tony from losing his fucking mind.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Tony promised. “Let me help you.”
Bucky tilted his head to the side, looking Tony up and down. “Plums?”
Tony wasn’t sure he’d heard Bucky right. “Plums? What?”
“Plums?” Bucky repeated as if saying it again would have it make more sense.
“Sure.” Tony gave a slow nod. “I can get you… plums. All the plums you want.”
Bucky nodded and lowered his gun, snatching his arm from the ground to reattach it. He grabbed Tony by the waist just as quickly, hugging him close.
“Hey!” Steve jumped forward, ready for a fight.
Bucky snarled and threw Tony over his shoulder, making a run for it. “He’s mine!” Bucky howled.
Tony couldn’t hold back his laughter. He was in for a ride.
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