#( I love this 😂 rip Bucky. sorry he’s like this )

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Coffee Disaster - P1

Bucky Barnes x Barista!Reader x Father Figure!Tony.

Summary: Tony and Bucky's feud has reached its limit of tolerance. What can happen when you leave a supersoldier and Iron Man alone for a few minutes? Answer: disaster.

A/N: well, this is my first Bucky's oneshot! This idea was a dream i had a couple of days ago 😅 I couldn't let it go, so I decided to write it. It might be a multi-chapter because of everything I've been writing 😅😂.

I hope you like it and enjoy it as much as I did while I was writing this story 🥺

TW: SO MUCH ANGST - Bucky&Tony being stupid - angry reader (yes, it's a warning) - sad Bucky - heartbreak

English isn't my first language. Sorry if there's any mistakes 😅

Tag: @ro-is-struggling @luciasimmer96 @themorningsunshine @mads-weasley @aquanova99 @alexsoenomel (if you wanna be tagged, just tell me 🥺❤️)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

"Y/N's Coffee Talk - CLOSED INDEFINITELY".

"Reason: ANTHONY EDWARD STARK - JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES".

Those were the signs that had all the people in the Avengers Tower furious. The tower's barista had decided to close her coffee bar because of a LITTLE INCIDENT a few days before between her father figure and the man she had fallen in love with. Although they didn't know what happened, they could imagine why Y/N was more than upset with them.

The enmity between them reached its limit for such a silly reason! They both wanted the best for her, but their differences did the opposite.

Neither spoke as they pulled out and threw away what was destroyed, each in their own mind carefully planning every step to take to recover that broken relationship and avoid every person in the tower lining up to have their heads as a reward.

Bucky: We should get to work - breaking the overwhelming silence and finishing throwing the last piece of broken wood into the dumpster - this has gone far enough.

Tony: I know - feeling just as guilty - Y/n had put a lot of effort into her work to get all this done.

Bucky: we'll have to do our best to reverse this situation.

Bruce: I want to talk to you two -approaching them with Nat- what did you do to leave the place like that? You know that y/n...

Tony: Yeah yeah, we know - rolling his eyes - that's why we're going to get to work right away.

Nat: Can we know what happened? Steve didn't give details, but even he's itching to rip your heads off.

Tony: It's a long story, but...

Bruce: start talking - impatient

Bucky: what happened was...

Flashback:

Y/N: Good morning James - opening the door and letting out the beautiful smell of freshly brewed coffee - the usual? -with her trademark smile -double shot of espresso with a spoonful of sugar?

Bucky: Good morning Y/N/N -smiling at him- yes, please.

Y/N: Funny so early in the morning here, I thought you were going for a run with Sam?

Bucky: I was -laughing- I needed a moment of peace before the birdbrain makes me kill him -she just laughed and shook her head- also...-dubiously- I wanted to talk something with you

Y/N: mm? What is it? -purging her machine to place the sieved filter holder in it

Bucky: I wanted to know if...

Y/N: Oh no -pulling out his phone-

Bucky: What's wrong?

Y/N: Steve promised to help me upload the new order, they brought beans from Ethiopia, they are some of the best and with an indescribable flavour! -anxious and happy- and it looks like it's already arrived because he just texted me to say it's downstairs.

Bucky: uh.. Ok, it can wait -giving him a warm smile- don't worry.

Y/N: -serving his coffee- are you sure you don't want to tell me now?

Bucky: really doll, don't worry. I'll tell you later and... You make the best coffees in the world

Tony: Speaking of coffee, how about my cappuccino? -looking at the scene before his eyes- I thought it would be ready by now.

Y/N: You're going to have to wait Stark, until I get back I'm not going to make you your beloved cappuccino -passing by his side and grabbing a list of the order-.

Tony: But...

Bucky: Leave her alone Tony, Steve's waiting for her downstairs.

Tony: Did I ask you something?

Bucky: Don't rush her, she's got to go get...

Tony: -ignoring him- come on girl, I need your cappuccinos- behaving like a little kid

Y/N: -hanging up her apron- Tony, wait for me in about... -looking at the time- 30 minutes and I'll do it. I'm not leaving Steve alone downstairs with the three bags of coffee at 3kg each!

Tony: Fine -annoyed- but you'd better...

Bucky: Yeah yeah, make your cappuccino when she's back. Leave her alone Stark

Tony: Shut your mouth Barnes, nobody asked you anything here.

Bucky: And what are you gonna do if i don't...

Y/N: OK YOU TWO -separating them- what did I tell you about arguing here?

Tony&Bucky: that you'll ban us from entering until we settle our differences.

Y/N: exactly -checking that nothing is missing- well, in 30 minutes I'll be back here. In the meantime -seriously- behave like the adults you are -leaving them and closing the door while putting up a "be right back" sign.

Tony: What are you doing here winter? -crossing his arms-

Bucky: None of your business, tin man - sitting down near the bar.

Tony: Uh-huh, right. You never miss your morning jog with Sam or Steve, something brought you here early.

You see, Tony considered Y/N like a daughter. Ever since he met her in that coffee shop in downtown NYC and, months after learning that she was out of work and that her parents had died -years before- in an accident, he swore he would protect her with everything in his power. And that protection included keeping a certain super-soldier away from her.

Bucky: I told you it's none of your business - texting Sam.

Tony: What do we have here... -pulling out his phone and checking it

Bucky: HEY! STARK, GIVE THAT BACK TO ME -chasing him all over the place until he stopped abruptly-

The big ironman couldn't believe his eyes. He kept seeing those messages over and over again.

{SW} AND? Did you tell her? What happened?

[BB] No, not yet.

{SW} Why?! Buck, you have to invite her! Don't waste your time!

Tony: Really Barnes?! I told you to stay away from her! You were going to ask her out!?

Bucky: so what? -putting his phone away- yeah, I want to ask her out, is there a problem with that?

Tony: I'm not going to let you....

Bucky: What you're not going to let? A retired, recovered assassin asking out his best friend?

Sure... "best friend." Since the day they met, Bucky can't get her out of his mind. Y/N was amazing, someone he could spend hours and hours talking to about whatever was on their minds, the one person who could calm him down when his nights were plagued by nightmares of his stormy past. His love for her reached a higher level where he loved her as more than just his best friend.

Tony: I told you, stay away from her -pushing him away-.

Bucky: Stark, I'm warning you -threatening- don't provoke me. You're not her real father.

Tony: Uhh that's scary, -mocking him- and no, I'm not her father, but I'll do anything to keep her away from the monster that...

A fist connecting directly to his face prevented him from speaking any further. Indeed, his provocation brought out the worst in the supersoldier. Tony landed on one of the tables, knocking it completely off and leaving only splinters.

Tony: -still giddy- that's how you want to play it, huh? -slowly getting up and wiping away the small drop of blood that was falling on his lip- we can fix it.

Bucky: Do it

And the fight began.

They both dodged all the blows of their nemesis with speed, though some of them landed on their bodies. They used EVERYTHING there was to defend themselves: chairs, tables, cups, anything they saw was a "weapon".

Bucky: come on tin, it doesn't have to end like this - throwing himself on top of Tony and putting his legs in a headlock on his neck.

Tony: I'm not going to let you beat me, Terminator.

Out of nowhere, a turbine noise is heard coming through the window.

Bucky: You're a... -One of the suit's gloves hits him and sends him flying to the bar where moments before Y/N was preparing the coffee.

Tony: -going to Bucky grabbing him by his clothes- now I'm going to give you what you deserve.

The door opens at that instant and they both go pale.

Steve: What the... -leaving the roasted coffee to one side and unable to believe what was before his eyes.

Y/N: Steve, what's wrong? -appearing from behind him- what...

Her eyes couldn't believe it. Her coffee shop, the place she had staked all her savings and dreams on, totally destroyed. From all the furnishings to the crockery and...

Y/N: m... My... My cafeteria... -looking all around- no... Nononono... WHAT DID YOU DO! -noting that Bucky was right on top of her espresso machine- YOU DESTROYED MY CARIMALLI! -looking at them furiously- DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I SAVED TO GET IT!!!!?????

Looking around, the two realised how much trouble they were in. Regret and shame at their behaviour were the first emotions they felt.

Tony: Y/N/N...

Y/N: - turning totally red - Anthony and James, I told you to behave like adults, not to fight like the two little boys you are, but it seems that every time someone asks you to do that, you ignore it - raising his voice even more and getting closer as they backed away and Steve was only an observer of the situation and enjoying every second - I told you I'd be back in 30 minutes, you promised me not to do anything, what did you do? DESTROYED WHAT MADE ME MOST HAPPY, -pushing them both, although it didn't do much to hurt them any more than they already were.

Anthony and James. Their full names. Steve slowly approached his side to avoid further altercations between the trio in front of him and to call for help in case something happened to Y/N.

Bucky: Doll, we're sorry. We made a really big mistake and....

Y/N: sorry isn't going to fix anything James - walking away with her hands shaking, eyes teary and agitated - this.... There's no turning back

Bucky: are you okay? -scared to see his condition

Y/N: No... -trying to breathe- I don't want you talking to or looking for me...either...both of you.... -her anxiety was reaching its peak- I need to leave. Steve... I don't... I don't feel well

Tony: princess, please -seeing her get out of there as fast as possible

The three men stood alone looking out over the war territory. Steve was disappointed that Bucky was letting Tony's provocations get the better of him, he knew this was going to happen someday, but not a fight on this scale.

Steve: -watching them for a moment- really? Bar fight?

Tony: Rogers, we know we screwed up and let the grudge get the worst of us, but I wasn't going to let Barnes make her suffer. It's HIS fault for starting this.

Bucky: MY FAULT? You started provoking me and treating me like something I'm not anymore.

Tony: Sure, you didn't throw the first punch, did you?

Steve: OK, ENOUGH! -seeing Steve angry wasn't an everyday occurrence- you have to fix this mess now and it better be soon. This ends now

F.R.I.D.A.Y: Captain Rogers, Miss Y/L/N needs your help.

Steve: What's going on?

F.R.I.D.A.Y: I detected that her stress levels are very high and she can't breathe. She is in her room.

Steve: tell her I'm on my way - scrubbing her face with his hands - clean up and start doing something. Now.

Tony: Now we're screwed.

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Tony: And after that we saw Steve take her to the medical wing because her anxiety was getting worse and worse - feeling guilty about what caused that situation.

Bruce: You've got to be kidding me -in disbelief- did you really fight over her?

Bucky: Yeah -embarrassed- we realised too late what we did and ended up hurting her in the worst way.

Nat: By ignoring her and breaking her trust in both of us over a stupid argument?

Tony: Ouch.

Bucky: That hurt, but.... Yeah - wiping the dust off his hands - we'd better start now, there's no time to waste.

Tony: Yeah, but where do we start? -heading with everyone to the tower- we destroy her dream coffee shop.

Bruce: What does she like? -helping them a little, he felt sorry for these two- there's got to be something that you know about.

Bucky: -getting on the elevator- umm... one of the renovations she always wanted to do was to change the current colours for brighter ones and the chairs and tables for ones that...

Tony: well, that's a start - clasping his hands together - let's go to the lab to plan....

The doors opened and they found Y/N in the living room. Nat approached her slowly and placing a hand on her shoulder and only gave her a faint smile that faded as she saw Bucky, as Tony continued on his way to his office in the lift.

Bruce: Nat, I need you to help me with something, - understanding what was about to happen- now

Bucky: Y/N/N... -seeing that they were all alone as they disappeared through the kitchen doorway

Y/N: my dream was always to have a coffee shop of my own -sighing- no matter the place or the people, I always wanted that, besides starting college -the painting she was holding in her hands ended up broken in the trash before he could say a word- now I know that what everyone said was true.... I'm never going to be able to fulfil it. All thanks to you two

That broke Bucky.

Bucky: doll, don't say that, of course....

Y/N: no "doll" - annoyed - you let the provocations get to your head when I told you over a million times to ignore it!

Bucky: yeah, I know, I just didn't...

Y/N: I thought you'd changed James, that you weren't letting anger consume you anymore -disappointed

Bucky: what? -speechless- of course I don't let my past bring out the worst in me anymore, don't say those things, please.... -taking her hands- I wasn't thinking about what I was doing and...

Y/N: James. Stop it. - turning away from him with teary eyes - I asked you not to make a big deal out of it. You did the opposite. Everything's changed now. Oh, God! I even thought that... -biting her tongue- enough, it doesn't matter now.

Bucky: what did you think? -in a whisper and annoyed with himself- tell me

Y/N: nothing, it doesn't matter -getting up to leave

Bucky: don't go -taking her by the arm- please, tell me

Y/N: James, no, that's it.

Bucky: please, - locking his stormy eyes on hers- I want to know and I'll stop bothering you until I come up with a solution.

Y/N: -taking a deep breath- I liked you -letting go of his grip- I wanted to tell you that very day, I had worked up the courage. It's all gone now. -leaving him alone with his thoughts

He couldn't believe what he heard. Y/N, his best friend, had the same feelings as him, she reciprocated! On the one hand he wanted to jump up and down and scream with happiness, on the other hand he wanted to beat himself up for what his anger accomplished.

Slowly he walked to the bin where the picture was and curiously picked it up and was stunned. It was the collage with all the pinterest pictures they had taken together at the bar one night when neither of them could sleep. It took him a couple of minutes to react and go to Stark to start executing the plan.

Sam: Wow dude - bumping into him in the hallway - what's up?

Bucky: She likes me -shaken from running- she likes me and I ruined everything -showing him the painting- but I'll fix it.

Sam: - confused - and this is it?

Bucky: this is the dream coffee shop that Y/N always wanted - walking next to him - I'll do my best to recreate it in reality and make her happy - more than determined-.

Sam: so -crossing his arms- where do we start?

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[scoonsalicious]

you’re making me cry these last updates😂😭🔥 the cry of joy mixing up with anger mixing up with WHATTTS WITH THE CLIFFHANGERRRR!!!! YOU R THE BESTTTTTTYT

so the whole Buckaroo fucking Joseph is expected (i want to deny it happened but IT HAPPENED AND I AM SO FRUSTRATED)

Shame on you Buckbutt.

But I do think one of the fucking is an actual accident ‘accident’ if you know what i mean?😂 Maybe Jessica guilt trip him, or him doing it unconsciously as in manipulated (i saw someone said abt they just remembered Bucket getting ‘excited’ from fighting) and one thing leads to another. Who knowwssss??

But GOD😭 I don’t want a dick that had been inside a BITCH😭😂 Especially that bitch… (screams)

Buckarina is so so so soso so so stooppidddd🙄 like damn, how stupid can you be? the audacity to cry ? and then asking Pocket what should he do again to ‘fix’ it when the answer fucking obvious. I understand the pressure he was in, but he should’ve known better. LIKE… MAN WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID😭 107 with a mentality of a teenager (BUT okay fine, you have problems whatevs, I forgive you but absolutely not Pocket)

The moment he decides to hide it rather than to face it was game over.

AND GOSH STEVE. I have faith in Pocket but not Steve (sorry). There’s a lot of options I could think of.

1. Just sex (You get what you deserve right? You fuck someone I hate, I fuck someone you not hate but dislike bcs he used to or still likes me)

2. Magically, Pocket comes to her senses (from the drugs) and just does mild stuff with Steve… MILD

3. Steve uses it as his advantages (I mean…. who wouldn’t when you have the opportunity)

4. Steve stops it (IS THAT POSSIBLE???? MAYBE IF HE CARES FOR HIS STUPID BESTFRIEND)

This chapter is called Uninhibited for a reason so I think… as much we have the ick for Steve, it mightttt happened?😂 And it makes a lot of sense if the next chapter is Unhinged. RIP Buckdoodle. Ya ears gunna cry.

I think Pocket needs it. Might be crass but Pocket HAVE to be fucked properly and thoroughly to get it out of her system (let Tin Man hears it)… but by Steve? (😂😭 gosh man idk what to think)

One thing for sure I do hope there’s a scene where Pocket giving the team a fucking strip show and lap dance to anyone (make it hurt and ick more — STEVE) in front of — i run out of names — Buckyball. (or she gave everyone one but not him, like you can see but not touch cause ya don deserve it)

I NEED STRIPPER POCKET FOR REALLLL!!!! (to the point even fucking cunt Jade is jealous and insecure)

oh and as always, I love you Pookie, thank you for feeding me with your majestic words. I trust everything you had plan bcs i know it’s ameowzing.

😗❤️

PS// Can we appreciate our lovely Bucky Barnes here (I can’t believe this is the stupid boy we’re mad with… but I can see that😂)

This is everything. You are everything. Pookie loves you so much. <3

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF your last few fills are brain scrambling thank you for your service

Tbh I have been thinking about the fat himbo Bucky concept w the WG denial and then saw the recent curse one with clothes ripping and my brain said‼️

So: Any thoughts on himbo Buck just pouring out of his clothes and being like “Steve why did you shrink all my stuff in the wash🥺” since you wrote he was a former athlete just imagine some old teeny workout shorts w that stretch marked belly & lovehandles hanging out🥵plus hims poor ass about to rip the shorts in half. Meanwhile Steve probably has a coronary like “alsnsnsbd babe sorry bABE we’ll have to buy new ones” while totally stretching the daily peep show out until everything is impossible to fit Bucky’s fat ass steadily growing…hoo boy

If you want to write anything yeehaw but whatever you wanna do, if not I hope my horny ramblings were entertaining

Oblivious heavy himbo Bucky + Bucky's rapid weight gain curse

Thanks! ❤️

I am always happy to make people’s brains malfunction 😂

Also YES! That’s such a good combination 🤌🤌

Hell yes, himbo Bucky cursed to burst out of all of his clothes 🥵

I have to say though, as much as I love fast, super intense rapid weight gain… I think for himbo Bucky it would be really hot if he somehow gets cursed with a slower weight gain curse. Like, it’s still much faster than he would ever be able to put weight on irl, no matter how much he stuffed himself every day, but it’s not the instantaneous gain either. The curse is just slow enough that Steve can see Bucky expand if he keeps looking at Bucky for more than a few seconds. This also means that the curse is slow enough that Bucky doesn’t notice it - keeping on theme with the weight gain denial a little bit. Bucky isn’t paying enough attention and isn’t smart enough to notice there’s anything wrong.

Not right away.

Maybe Steve bought a charm off of someone claiming to be a witch... Maybe Steve had a sorcerer put a mild curse on Bucky that they promised would wear off after a little while... However you would like to imagine the curse came about, Steve knows that Bucky is growing much faster now than he would without some help. But, still, he isn't growing so fast as to give away the game.

So, how long will it take Bucky to notice? Such a pretty, sweet, and stupid boy. Place your bets now!

Stucky belly kink ahead! Be warned! It’s unbeta’d and there’s also some dub-con elements in it because Bucky doesn’t know, at first, that he’s been cursed and gaining weight. Otherwise, it’s the usual belly kink with stuffing, weight gain, tight clothes, etc.

Throughout the day when it kicks in, Bucky asks a bunch of stupid questions, like:

“Why are you looking at me so much, Steve?”

When Steve can’t help but zone out on Bucky. He’s watching Bucky chow down from across the kitchen island. Right now, Bucky’s happily munching on his fifth bowl of cereal. His fifth bowl even after Steve woke him up with the smell of bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Steve had a protein shake, perfectly caloric and with the appropriate macronutrients. The traditional, sweet, and savory breakfast foods were all for Bucky.

And Bucky scarfed it all down plus, obviously, then some. Hence the five bowls of cereal.

Steve has been trying to keep his cool while watching Bucky’s double chin get thicker and thicker. He’s been trying not to lunge across the kitchen island to bury his face in between Bucky’s tits. Why does Bucky have to sleep shirtless and have breakfast shirtless? It’s killing Steve! 😫

Bucky’s tits have always been soft and tempting since he began gaining but watching them get plumper and plumper by the second is awful. Steve has to chew on the inside of his cheek to keep from reaching out and sinking his teeth into those tits. Or, Christ, his nipples. As he gains, slowly but surely, his nipples are getting bigger and bigger. Softer and softer looking. Pinker and pinker. Steve is dying to know if they’re any more sensitive now than they were last night before all this started. They have to be. Right now, his nipples look so hard. Steve wants to put his mouth on his lush tits so fucking bad.

Steve shakes his head, trying to be normal and throwing on a cheesy grin, “what? A guy can’t look at his best pal?”

Bucky slurps another spoonful of milk and sugary cereal and grins sweetly. His face is already fatter, oof, and his chubbier cheeks turn the prettiest pink at the compliment. He waves a hand as if to say, stop it! But he keeps eating and he keeps letting Steve stare.

Steve looks for a little while longer until Bucky squirms in place under his appreciative stare. When he squirms his tits jiggle. And Steve can’t take it. He’s sweating. He can’t even imagine what’s happening to that tummy of his under the kitchen counter between the curse and all the food he’s eating.

Steve rasps, “I’m gonna go shower.”

Bucky nods and reaches for the box sitting next to his bowl on the counter, pouring himself another bowl.

Oh, God.

Steve rushes off to the bathroom but he makes the mistake of looking back. And he’s presented with a way-too-hot view of Bucky’s ass and love handles slowly creeping wider and wider. He’s growing out of the kitchen island bar stool right in front of Steve’s eyes. If he sits there for the rest of the day… will the stool eventually break? Will he get too big? Will his ass get two, three, four times wider than that stool?

🥴🥴🥴

Steve is-

Steve is going to shower.

Steve is going to take a very long, very hot shower because… because his muscles hurt from his run earlier this morning. That’s. That’s also why he’s so sweaty. He went on a run before breakfast. Mmm-hmm. That’s it.

“Steve, why are my clothes so tight!?”

By the time Steve is done in the shower and has changed into his comfortable, I’m-not-leaving-the-house-today clothes, Bucky is sitting on the couch, still in his own PJs. Steve trips over nothing in the hallway. Turning the corner to reveal Bucky reveals that he is still eating. He’s got the second box of their cereal out (he must’ve finished the first already 🥵) and is putting handfuls of it right into his mouth. Not caring that it’s dry. Just. Hand-to-mouth. Feeding himself. Like he can’t stop. Almost like he doesn’t know he’s doing it.

“Huh?” Steve says intelligently.

Bucky pulls at his little workout shorts. Not basketball shorts but tiny, little shorts. Like the kind you see women running in these days. Like the kind of shorts that men wore in the 1980s. Hiding nothing.

And when Bucky pulls at his shorts - the ones he wore in college when he actually fit into them - he doesn’t pull at the waistband of the shorts. He can’t. It’s buried under his tummy. Instead, he pulls at the bottom hem of them. The bottom hem has ridden up to the very, very top of his thighs, sitting down the way he is, showing off the way his pale thighs spread on the sofa.

“My sleep shorts don’t fit anymore,” he pouts.

How did Steve not notice before that even his thighs are covered in little stretch marks? Sure, they’re light. But. They’re still there. How could he miss them!?

Steve might faint. He just… just had some alone time in the shower, how does he already need more?

Steve really wants to turn right back around so he isn’t completely overwhelmed by how fucking hot Bucky is but also he wants to go right up to Bucky and he wants to fall to his knees between his legs and he wants to sit there forever. He wants to watch Bucky grow bigger and bigger and bigger. He wants to touch him as he gets softer and softer, heavier and heavier, larger and larger. Steve does neither, instead, he comes up behind Bucky on the couch, pressing himself to the back of the couch for no reason (it’s definitely not to get a little friction and pressure against himself, nope) other than to be able to massage his shoulders. An excuse to touch him, to soothe him, and to say, “sorry, baby, I probably messed up the dryer settings. They must’ve shrunk last time I did laundry.”

Bucky crunches thoughtfully on his cereal.

Steve keeps massaging his shoulders, disbelieving his hands and his eyes, how can someone’s shoulders get fat? Fuck. 😮‍💨

“It’s okay,” Bucky says once he swallows. “Can I get more?”

“Of course.” Steve’s mind catches up to his mouth after he answers, “although… maybe not today.”

“Why not?” Bucky asks, “we’re not doing anything, right? We could go shopping?”

“Eh,” Steve shrugs and can’t help but stroke his fingers down Bucky’s throat as he swallows again. He gets goosebumps. “I just don’t feel like shopping today. Wouldn’t you rather relax all day anyway.” Standing over Bucky the way he is, Steve can see two kinds of progression - he can see the way Bucky’s belly makes slow, steady progress over his thighs, pushing farther and farther out, and he can see the way the amount of cereal in the box gets lower and lower.

“I do like doing nothing.” Bucky says, all sunny.

“I know, baby,” Steve pats his head and he thinks and you deserve to do nothing. Do nothing but get bigger and bigger. But, for now, he walks away. Only throwing over his shoulder, “are you gonna shower, Buck?”

“Eventually.”

“Steeeeve how come I’m so hungry? I’m hungry all the time but why am I so hungry today? Can you hear my stomach growling?”

It’s only an hour after Bucky had an early lunch when he asks that. He’s snacked more before lunch and he’s also showered by now.

(Steve may have mourned the loss of getting to keep an eye on Bucky’s growth while he was showering, singing carelessly and loudly and off-tune as he cleaned up, but that all dissipated when Bucky came back out with a few extra inches. Asking, “did you wash these clothes too, Stevie? They’re tight too. Tighter than my shorts!” And Steve can tell. The clean clothes he’s stuffed himself into are his own lazy day clothes. An old, college t-shirt that’s white with their navy blue college logo stretched over Bucky’s bigger tits. The bottom of the shirt doesn’t even come close to covering his gut. Half of it is just hanging out, showing off his thickening waist. Showing off how his poor shorts, another pair of little ones because, of course. They are being crushed under the weight of his tacked-on belly and chunky love handles as well as being stretched across his fat ass.)

And…

Can you hear my stomach growling, only an hour after I’ve stopped forcing food into it?

Steve totally can hear it growling. Gurgling. All that food shifting around inside him. Accelerating his growth.

Steve might also be able to hear it stretching. All that plush fat struggling to grow around the mass of food packed into one overtaxed stomach. Steve can’t describe the amount of hunger he suddenly feels himself. Is it wrong to want to bite him? He’s just so fat and plump and-

Steve licks his lips. If he didn’t close his mouth he might start drooling. He wouldn’t eat Bucky, obviously, but he does want to devour him. Y’know?

“Yeah,” Steve breathes in and out. Slow. Like Bucky’s never-ending growth. He doesn’t want to faint. “Yeah, you’re alway hungry, Buck. An’, yeah, I can hear your stomach growling. Are you sure you ate enough, baby? You gotta be hungry for a reason.”

Bucky pouts, “I thought I did eat enough!”

“Do you want some more?”

“Oh, please,” Bucky moans. He moans. And. Doesn’t even seem to notice. He’s so effortlessly hot. Steve can’t stand it. He walks to the fridge to pull out more leftovers to reheat but also to stick his head in the cold. While his back is turned, Steve also bites into his fist and lets out a moan of his own. He didn’t anticipate this being so hard on him. Bucky isn’t struggling like Steve is. Bucky is just enjoying himself. Ignorance is bliss. Stupid and so, wonderfully happy. It’s sweet. Steve can’t stand it, it’s so sweet. Like, why does even that turn him on?

God, he’s a pervert. 🥴😵‍💫

“Am I always this big Steve?”

Hdhfhdjs, Steve’s brain provides helpfully. He’s too stunned by the question to add anything right away. He can’t answer! For the last two hours, he’s been trying his best to not tear through the throw pillow he’s had in his lap with his hands fisted in it to keep himself from grabbing Bucky and giving up the game and also leaving it in his lap to hide how much he’s into what has been going on right under Bucky’s nose (more like under his double-chin and past his g-u-t 🥵).

Also for the past two hours he’s been swiveling his head between the TV playing some reality TV show that Bucky enjoys to Bucky himself.

Over the past two, maybe three, hours Bucky has been munching. Steadily getting more and more snacks from the pantry. Filling himself beyond full. Stuffing himself. Steve isn’t sure if he isn’t aware he’s full, not noticing the signals from his body while being so absorbed in his show, or… maybe the curse keeps his stomach growing as well as his fat? Like, he really can’t get full, his stomach getting larger and larger, or maybe all the calories are instantly being digested and used for more fat so, he has to eat to keep up. Steve doesn’t know. It doesn’t matter though.

All the matters is not exploding.

He’s all sweaty again and very turned on and paying way, way more attention to the sounds Bucky is making than anything else. His noisy tummy. His clothes creak - the seams scream under the pressure. His little huffs and puffs and satisfied moans. His “oofs” when he drags himself up, off the sofa. His laughter at himself, nearly unable to hold his balance under the weight of his always bigger body. His hiccups when he eats or drinks faster than his body knows what to do with and the following groans of overfullness along with the sound of his hands caressing his pregnant, over-due looking gut sitting in front of him.

“Steve?”

“Y-yeah?”

“Have I gotten bigger?” He asks, turning towards Steve, bringing one of his thick legs up onto the couch, and, oh, God, running a chubby hand over his enormous belly. “Or am I always like this?” To emphasize this he wiggles, just a little. Just enough to sway his belly back and forth which is better to Steve than any perfect, sinful strip tease could ever be. His big, fat, pale gut wobbling. All that lard hanging out, thick and round, from his t-shirt that might as well be a bra at this point, straining around his full breasts, the seams bringing to pop under his fat arms. His shorts have ridden up every time he sits back down on his fat ass, and have been pushed down by his growing belly until Steve can only see little peaks of them around his fat. They’re beginning to break too.

Does Bucky even know?

Does he know he’s practically naked?

Does he know he’s rapidly gaining weight yet?

Steve’s head is spinning, watching Bucky as he continues to touch himself.

“No,” Steve finally replies, breathless.

Bucky’s eyebrows come together. He obviously doesn’t understand. Sweet, stupid boy.

Which means Steve has to explain what’s going on. Bucky’s face, as he learns what’s been happening to him, is practically orgasmic. He loves it. Then, it’s Steve’s turn to ask a question, “so, you’ve been getting fatter all day, Buck, did you seriously not notice?”

Bucky shakes his head. He grabs an overflowing handful of blubber at the side of his ballooned belly - wide and fat and impossibly heavy, sticking out in front of him. And he leaves his hand there for long enough to feel himself growing.

Expanding.

Larger and Larger.

Bucky bites his lip, just feeling himself for a moment. Not even trying to put on a show for Steve but putting on the best possible one anyway. Especially when he seemingly can’t take it anymore, letting his head fall back with a ragged moan. Shifting his hips and murmuring, “no wonder I’ve felt so good all day, Stevie. I love getting fatter.”

It flickers through Steve’s mind to say, I know, it’s why I did this. I did it for you, sweet boy. But no thoughts are sticking for long in Steve’s head.

Besides, Steve can’t take it anymore, and he doesn’t have to. So, he pounces. Lunging forward and plastering himself around Bucky’s rotund gut. It feels so much better than it looks. It feels pornographic to have Bucky’s fat balloon against Steve’s own body, slowly working to push Steve out of Bucky’s crowded lap.

🥴🥴🥴

I hope you enjoyed!

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #bucknastysbabe #belly kink #text #stuffing #weight gain #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #chubby bucky #fat bucky #rapid weight gain #magical weight gain #tight clothes #bnb-atnite

[blurredcolour]

OMG CHAPTER 4!!!!! I am screaming crying throwing up. And it was all because of good stuff until the end >.> Trust (hehehe see what I did there? I'm sorry) me, we'll get to that.

Their letters to each other were so freaking adorable. I love them, your Honor. But I will admit, I positively swooned when Bucky signed off with "your satellite". RIP me. And him calling her the sun and the center of his universe just AAAAAA I love outer space and stars and constellations and what have you, so I ✨ felt ✨ that one.

You need to tell me if he planned that date and kept all the details to himself or if he had it peer-reviewed. Did he go to the British officers to ask for tips? Did he tell Vi and Ruth what he planned to see if they thought reader would like it? Did he sit Buck (poor lad) down and give him an hour-by-hour bullet point presentation of the day he planned to see if his friend had any suggestions? Or did he keep the whole thing to himself, wanting it to be something just for the two of them?

And it's been weeks since they've seen each other 😭 But when they do again they are so in sync that it's like no time has passed at all 🥹

Thank you for the boat scene. I could picture the whole thing with Blond!Callum so fresh in my mind from The Boys In The Boat. And when I tell you I laughed, hard, when those condoms went flying from reader's purse. RIP her, poor girlie. If it had happened to me, I would have died on the spot. 100%.

I have nothing to say of their afternoon/night together other than it was absolutely perfect. No notes. 10/10. Make them do it again. And then they both said the L word, and she called him by his given name and I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOR!!!!

But then >.>

Like, I knew the phone call would be heartbreaking because we all love Buck (exasperated version or not), but this man dared to be so rude to reader. And not only that! Now that she's in planning, I really felt like at some level he was holding her responsible for what happened. And even if he'll come to his senses and see that reader is not to blame for Buck's misfortune, I will meet Bucky in the Walmart parking lot and I will fight him for making reader sad (and desolate once news of his plane crashing in nazi Germany reach her).

Seriously don't even know what to wait for for part 5. Can't wait 😍

Beatriz!!!! This ask is positively breathtaking 🥰. I adore you and am happy to answer all your questions below the cut!

Ok firstly - our man is not much of a writer but he goes for big impact! And with the use of stars and constellations in aviation I feel like this reference really would come from him?! Ugh so sweet ❤️

The date! He definitely got his hands on a leave guide, they produced them for soldiers planning to visit London, and also did a lot of *listening* to the stories of other people who had just come back from time there. He had planned on taking you out for drinks and dinner and to a show too but well, the universe had other intentions 🤭

In terms of peer review, it was definitely something he kept close to the vest, just for the two of you, though he certainly asked some leading questions of Vi, Ruth, and Mary. I feel like rowboats came from your love of Jane Austen books or something similar 😂

And seriously, how could I resist putting him in a boat with rolled-up sleeves, come on!!!

But yes then we get to the phone call…

On a rational level, Bucky knows you have nothing to do with choosing the targets. That you are tasked with documenting the [poor] decisions of the generals in that room, but his ugly grieving self was in the driver’s seat in that unfortunate moment.

And while your offer to beat him up is hilarious, it’s unnecessary, as he will be doing a very thorough job of it himself 🥺

#asks answered #thinking bucky thoughts #trust universe

[megslovesbooks]

Throwback Thursday!

rules: post something from an old work, maybe a wip you never finished or a passage you really love from a published fic!

Thanks for the tag @onward--upward my beloved.

Hey look a challenge I can do!! Someday I’ll write new stuff. 😅

This is from an old unfinished The Falcon and the Winter Solider fic that I should probably take off ao3 because it’s unfinished, I left it in a terrible place, and I don’t know if I know how to end it. 🫠 I should just delete, but it’ll probably languish there for all time. That said I really love parts of it, and this one is my favorite. I’m absolutely going to plagiarize myself with it someday.

Sam.

The name rips through him like shrapnel, seizing his lungs and filling his mouth with the taste of blood. He can’t lose Sam, he can lose anything else, he has lost everything else.

Not Sam.

And he knows it makes no sense, three (or eight if you count the snap, he doesn’t) years ago they’d been trying to kill each other, and even after that they’d spent so much time at odds with one another that it started to feel like the normal. Up until the Flag Smashers, Bucky wouldn’t have even called them friends. And that had been fine. He didn’t need to be friends with Sam to know they had each other’s backs.

But somehow Sam snuck up on him, wedged himself in the cracks of Bucky’s armor and pushed until they gave way enough to let the sun in. Sam had planted careful seeds and tended them with invitations to cookouts and quiet nights of unspoken comfort and rude jokes told with warmth in his eyes. And now Bucky is stuck holding all these fragile green shoots, tiny leaves unfurling toward the sky, and he doesn't know what he’s supposed to do with them.

I’m sorry, I have no idea who’s been tagged already, my time online today has been nonexistent, but I’ll tag @sibylsleaves, @messyhairdiaz, @confetti-cupcake & @ajunerose because they’ve all be lovely and tagged me in things lately and I can’t do any of them 😂😭. Soon though. Soon. ❤️

#throwback thursday #tfatws #megs writes

[crazyunsexycool]

Sorry I'm on an iiac asking spree atm 😂 tell me if it's annoying!

Does Bucky prefer reader with or without makeup?

And what does he prefer her wearing in general?

In the bedroom does he like when she dresses up?

Don’t stop asking! Sometimes this helps with what I want to write next!

Bucky won’t tell the reader what to wear or how to do her makeup but it depends on what the situation is:

Bucky loves reader with makeup because he loves to ruin it. (It’s mentioned in the last chapter)

She can wear whatever she wants but he does love to see her in a pair of high heels and dresses or skirts with high slots in them.

Dresses up how? Like role play or lingerie?

I don’t see them as doing roleplay and dressing up for that but Bucky does love some lingerie. Depending on his mood if he wants to just fuck it’s reds/maroons/blues/black or if he’s really into taking his time and making love he’d prefer lavender/pinks/yellow and pastel colors and flowers but in the end it doesn’t matter because he’ll most likely end up ripping them off of reader.

That man’s lingerie bill is higher than anything else!

#is it a crime? ask #val answers #you’ve got mail 💌

[hobis-hope94]

~ She Loves You, P.2~

AN: sorry this wasn’t meant to be a two parter but I over did my word count 😭

Parings: same as part 1

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing but tons of fluff!

“Oh god how many times did you write Mrs Y/N Barnes?” Natasha teased.

“That’s PRIVATE. Geeze Wanda,” You said snatching the note from Natasha and then ripping it up and throwing it in the bin.

“Oh come off. It’s cute,” Wanda teased.

The night went on, and after one too many glasses of wine, and too many soppy rom coms, the girls decided to play: kiss marry avoid, using their male teammates.

“Okay. Aggie. Kiss marry avoid …. Steve … Sam … annnnnnnnnnnd Bucky!” Wanda said, clearly a little tipsy.

You narrowed your eyes at Wanda, who was grinning like a mad person.

“Your three favourite men!” Natasha teased, knowing full well you had a soft spot for each man Wanda just listed.

“Fine. I’ll play along …. Hmm. Kiss … Sam, he seems like a good kisser. I guess … avoid Steve … and -“ you said not realising what she just said.

“MARRY BUCKY!” Wanda and Natasha shouted in unison.

“Shhhh!! Bucky’s room is right next to mine!” You hissed, throwing pillows at both of them making them laugh.

“He’s probably training with Steve,” Natasha said.

“At eleven at night?” You said.

“They’re super soldiers. They don’t need sleep,” Natasha slurred.

Wanda, now a little wobbly, stood up and lightly hit the wall.

“BUCKY! Y/N WANTS TO MARRY YOU!” Wanda shouted through the wall.

“WANDA MAXIMOFF, IF HE WAS IN THERE AND HEARD THAT, I’LL END YOU AND I’LL MAKE IT LOOK LIKE A BLOODY ACCIDENT!” You shouted, grabbing Wanda and pulling her away from the wall.

You all stared at each other, laughter threatening to escape their lips. You all laughed so hard.

——-

You didn’t know why she was so nervous. You had been on dates before, but this one felt different.

You had been forced to go shopping with Wanda and Natasha after the girls night.

So you came back with a somewhat fancy clothing: a long navy skirt with butterflies on and a light pink blouse with yellow converses. You smiled slightly. It was rare for you to get dressed up.

You giggled as you was sent a group photo of the rest of the Avengers (even though she only asked Tony if they couldn’t use the kitchen for the evening, Tony insisted that the entire team left the whole building. The photo was of the Avengers at a bar, clearly about to cause some trouble. You got a text from Natasha:

N: Your boys are causing chaos. Steve’s calling the shots (forgetting that he’s the only one who can’t get drunk), Sam’s already pretty drunk and has hit on Wanda seven times forgetting who she is. Your men are causing all the trouble, better watch out for Bucky tonight 👀👀

You smiled. You did call Steve and Sam “her boys” she completely owned them, and she loved that. You giggled at the possibility of Bucky becoming one of her boys. You responded to Natasha’s text:

Y/N: oh god, tell Steve to calm the heck down. it’s like he never goes out 😂 he’s such an old man, he’ll cripple soon don’t worry. And stop teasing me about Bucky! It’s just a date - it could go horribly wrong!!!

N: we’ll see 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀

You smiled and rolled her eyes as she put the phone back on the table.

At seven on the dot, there was a knock at her bedroom door. Even though they were just going to the kitchen, Bucky insisted on “picking you up”. You answered the door and indeed Bucky did attempt to look “fancy”. He was standing tall in a light blue casual suit. You both stared at each other.

“Wow, Sargent Barnes, you look dashing,” you breathed after a while.

“Th-thanks. You look …. You look stunning,” Bucky said, blushing hard.

“Thank you,” you blushed.

Bucky cleared his throat.

“So … sh … sh … what …” Bucky said, his nerves getting very high.

“D’you know how to cook?” You asked, shutting her bedroom door behind her.

“Kinda,” Bucky said slowly.

“We’re gonna cook and since it’s a nice evening, afterwards, we can stargaze,” you said, linking her arm with Bucky’s metal one, he was still amazed you were treating his metal arm with such care and grace.

——

You decided to cook spaghetti and meatballs, together you stood side by side, chatting with a gentle sound of classical music in the background.

“I thought this dinner was gonna be slightly …. rom commie and slightly … cliche. Don’t worry, I won’t go all Lady and The Tramp on you when we eat,” you said, as they began to roll the balls.

“Lady and the what?” Bucky asked.

“Lady and The Tramp? One of Disney’s classics?” You said, eyes widened slightly. “You haven’t seen it? Please tell me you’ve seen Disney films…” you added, feeling a little sad.

“Nope. Well. Not anything past 1939, before I went to war,” Bucky said, smiling slightly at your shocked expression.

“Right. Well. You need to get acquainted with Disney films past that time,” you said, quickly washing your hands then running over to your phone.

“To be honest, I didn’t think it’d still be around,” Bucky admitted.

“Oh god, Bucky. People practically worship Walt Disney. He’s like a god,” you giggled at Bucky’s stunned expression.

Bucky’s head tilted slightly as Agnus started playing Disney songs.

“I think we should start you on Big Hero Six, since we’re practically living Hiro’s life. Also, this song is one of my favourites,” you informed Bucky, as she got back to helping make meatballs.

Immortals started playing.

~they say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be, I’m glad I hate you but I do it in the best way~

Bucky smiled slightly as you bobbed along to the beat.

“I dunno why but I often think about playing this song when there’s a fight going on. I can see it looking really cool as our cap kicks ass,” you said, as you began frying the meatballs.

Bucky smiled at you calling Steve “their cap”.

~I’ll be the watcher of the enteral flames, I’ll be the guard dog, to all your fever dreams~

“Can I confess something to you?” You asked, concentrating on the meatballs as Bucky checked the pasta.

“Yeah,” Bucky said.

“I play this song before I go into a mission and it helps me get pumped … please don’t tell anyone, especially Stevie or Sammy. They’ll tease me silly,” you said, smiling slightly.

“I promise,” Bucky smiled a little.

~I am the sand in the bottom of the hourglass (glass, glass). I try to picture me without you but I can’t~

“Okay, this is the best bit,” you informed Bucky, as you finished frying the meatballs.

~cause we could be immortals, immortals. Just not for long, for long~ you did a small headbang, making Bucky let out a small giggle.

After the song ended, the next song that came up on your Disney playlist was Under the Sea.

“How do we tell if the pasta’s ready?” Bucky asked slowly, still smiling slightly from your change of small dance moves.

“Don’t tell Tony I did this, otherwise he’ll have my head in a blender,” you said.

Bucky stared at you as you carefully lifted out a piece of spaghetti and then threw it against the wall. It stayed on the wall.

“Perfetto!” You beamed, making an “appropriate Italian cook hand gesture” making Bucky laugh slightly as you went over to get the spaghetti.

After dinner, they cleaned up together then went outside to stargaze. The compound was perfect for stargazing.

You had laid a blanket down and some pillows. You both sat down, leaning against the tree you were under.

“See that clump of stars there?” Bucky said, catching your gaze, pointing at the sky.

“Which one?” You asked.

Bucky gently took your hand and pointed in the direction.

“That’s called the Andromeda Galaxy, and it’s 2.5 million light years away from us. It’s one of the few galaxies we can see with the naked eye,” Bucky said, staring up at the sky.

You smiled at him, taking in his stunning features. Not many men can pull off long hair and a beard, but Bucky can.

“How’d you know that?” You asked gently.

“I took an interest in astronomy when I was fourteen. My mom really thought I was gonna go in that business,” Bucky said softly.

You smiled slightly.

“I guess some of the knowledge stuck with me,” he added gently.

You smiled even more, god you were completely smitten over him.

“I didn’t know that about you,” you said happily.

Bucky smiled slightly, he didn’t notice you were watching him fondly state up in the night sky.

“You should do that more often,” you said gently.

“Do what?” Bucky asked, tilting his head at her in confusion.

“Smile. You have a nice smile,” you said, tucking your hair behind your ears, before turning your focus onto the stars.

There was a comfortable silence.

“Stevie tells me you used to be a ladies man back in the day,” You said, leaning back slightly, giggling a little as Bucky turned red.

“Yeah well … when you’re young you’re confident. Not to brag, but half the women I flirted with ended up going on a date with me,” Bucky said, making you laugh so hard you snorted.

“No. No, you’re not bragging at all. 40’s Bucky seemed like fun but a handful,” you said, after calming down.

“I guess I was,” Bucky said, smiling slightly.

You both smiled at each other.

“I see you’re pretty close with Steve and Sam,” Bucky said gently, leaning back too.

“Yeah. I grew up with Sammy. We went to the same school. Even though I was an orphan, Sam treated me like a normal person and not a freak. We went to prom together. Always by each other’s sides. I’d be lost without Sammy,” you said, smiling fondly.

“And what about Steve?” Bucky asked.

“I think of Stevie as a big brother. He’s the closest thing I’ve got to a family since mine died when I was a newborn baby. I helped him get used to the 21st Century when he first woke up, I was assigned him and that was my first official job working in Shield. So I’m grateful for many reasons that Shield’s in my life. Because without Sammy’s love and guidance, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t be with Shield, I wouldn’t be best friends with Steve Rogers and …without all of them, I wouldn’t have met you,” you said, your voice going quiet for a moment.

Bucky smiled, he noticed you were beginning to shiver, so he took his jacket off and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Won’t you be cold?” You asked, pulling his jacket closer to you.

“Nah. I’m a walking furnace. Im always hot,” Bucky said gently.

You smiled. You scooted closer to him, he was right. You gently began tracing the metal of his silver arm.

Bucky slowly tensed but didn’t seem to mind when you were being so careful with it, looking at it with so much love.

“You shouldn’t be ashamed of this, Bucky,” you said gently, noticing he had tensed slightly.

You looked at him, he stared tearfully at you.

“I’ve killed people with this,” Bucky said tearfully, not leaving your gaze of pure love and adoration.

“No. You didn’t. You, Bucky Barnes, didn’t kill. James Buchanan Barnes did not kill. He did. The Winter Soldier did, and that’s not you, Bucky. You’re not him,” you said gently, tracing around the star on the shoulder.

“You’ve not long met me. How can you be so sure?” Bucky asked gently, watching her trace the star carefully and lovingly.

“I’m pretty good at seeing people for who they truly are very early on. I know you. I know you’re a brave man who put his life on the line for his country. Who spent awful years under a horrible spell. Who loves his friends, who will protect the people he cares about with everything he has. That’s James Buchanan Barnes,” you said, now looking deep into his ocean blue eyes.

Bucky lent forward and kissed you. After you parted, your foreheads touch.

“I don’t normally kiss guys on the first date,” you giggled.

Bucky smiled.

——

The two entered the compound, Bucky had his arm gently around your shoulders, you were still wearing his jacket.

“Shhh. The love birds might be making out!” Natasha slurred when the door opened, and the Avengers stumbled in, all but Steve were drunk.

“IF THEY’RE DOING IT ON MY COUCH SO HELP ME GOD THEY’RE BUYING ME A NEW ONE!” Tony yelled.

The Avengers stopped when they saw you and Bucky standing in front of the door with smirks on your faces, both completely smitten with each other.

“Awh look. They kissed!” Wanda said, she was leaning against Steve for support.

You giggled and Bucky blushed as Clint walked through the door with Sam on his back.

“Hey. You. If you and Y/n/n become “official”,” Sam said, jumping down off Clint.

He walked over to Bucky wobbling, leaning on you for support.

“If you hurt her in any shape or form, you’re gonna have me, and this giant of a man,” Sam slurred, pulling Steve into the mix, “on your ass. So help us god, you hurt our girl in any way, we’ll hunt you down and kick your ass,” he added drunkingly.

You giggled, trying to support Sam and his entire body weight.

“Why are you bringing me into this?” Steve asked, giving Bucky an apologetic look.

“Because, Steven. She’s our girl. You’ve said it yourself. She’s our girl and we would … kill for her if we had to,” Sam said, hiccuping half way through.

“Come on, Sammy. Let’s get you into bed. You’re gonna have a real headache tomorrow,” You giggled, as she lifted Sam’s arm over your shoulder.

You turned to look at Bucky.

“I had a nice evening, thank you, Bucky,” you smiled.

“Me too … thank you, Y/n/n,”!Bucky said gently, smiling at you.

#bucky x reader fluff #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky barnes

[stsgooo]

congrats again bff! i’m so happy for you💖how about for a prompt, your first Christmas living with Bucky bc I’m we love Christmas and Bucky in this house😎

again, thank you so much bff!!! i’m really soft rn so this prompt fits so well!! 💖💖 we really do love bucky! ps the sweater says adorable goats for some reason. 😂 i hope you like it!

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    You had never really spent Christmas with anyone before, it was usually just you, a blanket, food, and your favorite movie. But now you had Bucky, the love of your life. Bucky and you had been together for a year now, it was hard for Bucky to open up to you at first, now you were the one of the only people he trusted. A month or two ago, you moved into Bucky’s home, he was like a child with a puppy, jumping around you, holding you close.

   Waking up on Christmas morning was different in Bucky’s house, he was cuddled up to you, arms wrapped around your waist and head rested against your chest. You smiled softly, running your hand through his hair and kissing the top of his head. You murmured a soft, “Merry Christmas.” Bucky grumbled out a ‘love you too.’ under his breath, you simply shook your head and slipped out of his hold and went to the kitchen. 

   You had gotten Bucky a few presents, but one of them is the most important, nicely wrapped and a bow on top. The card attached to it, your handwriting scrawled, ‘Merry Christmas, darling. From your best girl/boy.’ you knew he would love it. He had seen the blanket in the store, commenting how it reminded him of one his Ma made when he was a kid. So you snuck back and bought the blanket for him.

   You were in the middle of making breakfast when two arms wrapped around your waist, one was warm in plush, the other one being cold and firm. Although they were like this, you loved feeling them around you, they were calming and they reassured you that someone was there for you. Bucky loved to hug you from behind, just watch you continue doing your task and him not being in the way, it was soothing.

   “Good morning, baby.” Bucky whispered, kissing your cheek. You would turn your head and kiss his lips, Bucky pulled away with a grin on his lips. “Well, merry Christmas to you too.” 

   “I got breakfast ready while you slept, sleeping beauty.” you teased, setting a plate on the table with a grin. Going back to your place to get your own plate as Bucky sat down and ate.

   “Wow! This really good!” Bucky moaned. He took bigger bites and closed his eyes, you had sit down at this point, you watched him with a fond smile. Bucky always liked to over exaggerate things, but you loved it, it was definitely cute; he liked to scrunch his nose and his lips would tug up because he knew he would look ridiculous.  “God, these pancakes are really good!”

    “Thank you, Bucky.” you said, laughing quietly.

    The rest of the day was calm, Bucky and you just enjoyed each other’s company. It was finally night and you were in the middle of watching a movie when Bucky jumped up then picked up a present from under the tree, tossing it at you. You let out a grunt when it hit your stomach, “Bucky!”

   “Sorry, sorry,” Bucky rushed over and took the present from you, you sat up and stared at him. “Try this again? Y/N... merry Christmas.”

  He gave you the present gently this time, you glanced at him as you tore the wrapping from the box, you got more excited as you ripped the things incasing your present away. You reached in and pulled out.. an ugly sweater. You turned it towards you as Bucky snickered, you pressed the it to you and sighed, “Jingle my balls...” you said aloud.

   Bucky laughed loudly, you looked to him with expressionless face, you had said this once as a joke and Bucky took every opportunity to say it. Once you were at dinner with the other Avengers and everyone was in the middle of conversation when Bucky said to you, loudly, “You could jingle my balls anytime, Y/N.” God, the silence everyone gave, you would never forget that.

   “Get a room!” Tony had yelled, then tried to get the conversation back up.

   “God, you’re a child.” you rolled your eyes, putting the sweater right next to you on the couch. “I can’t believe you.”

    “Aw, babe. I got it for Tony’s sweater party.” Bucky said through his laughs, you looked away from him. He pouted the best he could with his quiet laughs, he crawled over and set his hands on your knees. “Y/N... I’m messing with you.”

   “You’re a brat,” you mumbled, you looked to him. He gave you a toothy grin in return, you patted his cheek and grabbed his hands. “Open your present.”

   Bucky grabbed the present you got for him, the way he smiled when seeing the little note, it was warm and he took a deep breath. “I have a feeling this is better than mine..” he said quietly, tenderly took off the wrapping, he paused once he saw the present. His heart felt warm. He pulled out the soft, beige blanket. He wrapped it around himself like a cloak and jumped up. “Y/N you’re the fucking best!”

   He jumped onto the couch and wrapped you up in the blanket as well, kissing every inch of your face. “Thank you.” he whispered. 

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