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cherryrogers · 4 years

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Falling For You.

— Chapter 12

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

(Modern High School AU)

Warnings: lowkey angst?? mostly fluff.

Synopsis: Unlike most teenagers, you had your life completely mapped out. You’d graduate high school, go off to the university of your dreams, and live the life that your parents always wanted you to. That was always the plan. Falling for Bucky Barnes, however, was never part of the plan.

A/N: it’s been a month since i’ve updated this omf, i’m sorry i’m the slowest writer ever🤧 we are gradually coming to an end w this fic guys,,, i think there’ll be maybe 3 or 4 more and their story will more or less be complete :) thank you to everyone that has been reading this fic so far!!💓

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It wasn’t long before the university application deadline came around. When you were younger, you’d pictured yourself applying in junior year and having a complete map out of which college you’d go to, what you’d major in, all the extra-curricular you’d take part in - you were sure that you were ready for college. Completely sure.

But since then, things had changed drastically.

Your ‘no dating until college graduation’ rule had gone straight out of the window, your parents were planning to disown you if you didn’t follow the life plan they made for you, and while you wanted to remain in New York and let your parents cut you off if that’s really what they wanted, you just weren’t sure that you’d be okay if they did.

Because they were your parents. Maybe they had it all wrong, and maybe they were being completely unreasonable. But they weren’t doing it to be mean or spiteful; they wanted you to succeed. They didn’t want to see you fail, failing was never going to be an option for you in their eyes.

You felt terrible, in all honesty. You felt terrible when your mother hung up on you and you let yourself cry it out as soon as you got home. You felt terrible for telling Bucky that everything was fine with your parents, not wanting to tell him the truth because you could barely accept it yourself.

And you felt terrible when you sent your application off on the day of the application deadline to not only Colombia, but Harvard too.

Three days later and it was still consuming your every thought. You had a while before you found out if you were even accepted, but there was still a chance that you could possibly be leaving to be a student at Harvard in the upcoming month of September. A chance that you could be leaving your friends, Brooklyn, Bucky.

He needed to know that you were considering it, he deserved at least that. Perhaps he’d hate you for it, for giving in to your parents’ desires of having you live a life you didn’t necessarily want to live.

Soon, you’d tell him soon. Not when you were in the school cafeteria, watching as the boy paced over to your table where you were sat with Wanda, a slight bounce in his step. Well, at least someone was having a good day.

It wasn’t often you even saw Bucky during lunch; he usually hung around the bleachers outside with Steve and Sam, eating a Snickers bar with a bottle of Pepsi and calling it an adequate meal.

Wanda was too occupied with her phone to notice Bucky striding over the table, but didn’t miss how close the boy sat next to you.

“Hey, Buck. What-”

Before you could even ask why he wasn’t with his usual group of friends, he’d already opened his backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper, placing it in front of you on the table.

You crinkled your brows for a moment, skimming your eyes over the paper, noticing that it was the chemistry test you’d taken before Christmas. Bucky hadn’t passed it originally, so Mr. Pym had offered him to retake it once the new term started.

At the top of the page, C+ was scribbled in red pen.

“I passed a chemistry test!” Bucky stated proudly. “A C fucking plus, sweets. I didn’t think it was even possible.”

His joy was infectious; you couldn’t help your own smile forming on your lips. “Of course it was possible, you don’t give yourself enough credit, Bucky. Plus, you had a pretty awesome tutor.”

“Hm, I guess I did.” He smirked, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Oh... my god.” Wanda almost choked, eyes darting between you and Bucky. “Did I just- did you just- you guys are-”

You ignored the heat rushing to your cheeks as you turned to your friend. “Yes, Wanda, we’re... together.”

Her blue eyes wide, she remained speechless for a second or two, While she was your best friend, you had been hesitant to let her know about your new relationship with Bucky, considering Pietro still hadn’t spoken to you since New Years.

However, a weight suddenly lifted from your shoulders as a warm grin spread across her lips. “I just... I can’t believe it finally happened. Obviously, it was bound to happen eventually, but at the rate you two were going, I thought it would be when you were grey and old...”

You scoffed, though you couldn’t exactly tell her she was being ridiculous, because if you had a dollar for every time you told Wanda that you and Bucky were never going to happen... well, you could probably buy the house back before you parents sold it off in the summer.

And now that issue was back in your head. Not to be dramatic, but it would be really fucking nice if the universe could let you catch a break, just for a moment. First, it was your parents, then it was your feelings for Bucky, then it was school, and your current problem involved all damn three of them.

“This can’t become a regular thing, by the way.” The girl pointed at the two of you sitting opposite her. “Vis is using lunch hours to tutor some kids in his classes, and I can’t look like a third wheel every day.”

“Wanda, I’ve been third-wheeling you and Vis for the past two years.” You chuckled, pushing college out of your mind for the time being.

“Well, where’s Pietro? He usually...” Her words trailed off as she realized a little too late what she was saying.

You shook your head, however, plastering a tight smile on your lips. “He still won’t talk to me.”

“He will, I know he will.” Wanda gave you a sympathetic smile, before flicking her eyes over to Bucky hesitantly. “I don’t know how he’ll feel about you two, though.”

Speaking of...

Your eyes were drawn to a figure standing not so far from your lunch table, signature white hoodie fitting his muscular form snugly, hands clasping the straps of his bag tight enough to make his knuckles go white. Oh, for fuck’s sake.

Pietro Maximoff clearly wasn’t listening to a word Clint was uttering to him as his bright eyes trained on you, and Bucky’s arm which had snaked around your waist. He didn’t miss how the boy’s eyes gleamed when he looked at you, how his side was pressed right against yours, how you leaned into him so comfortably. Nobody had to tell him that you and Bucky were no longer just friends; it was pretty obvious to him.

When you caught his gaze for only a short moment, he snatched it away, motioning for Clint to follow him out of the lunch hall.

Both Wanda and Bucky followed your eyes to Pietro, feeling the guilt practically seeping from your skin.

“Well,” You sighed, mouth curling into a small frown. “I guess we do now.”

You hated feeling like this. Like you were causing problems left and right. Pietro was mad at you still, your parents were mad, Bucky would probably be mad once you told him about applying to Harvard; all you wanted to do was the right thing and make everyone else happy, yet every choice you could make regarding your future would end in someone being upset at you.

That was exactly what you were afraid of. That’s why you ignored your feelings for Bucky for so long, because you knew you’d inevitably hurt him. It was the last thing you wanted to do; you don’t think you’d ever forgive yourself for being the cause of a deep frown on his lips. But everything was just so confusing, and it was happening so fast that you didn’t have time to simply breathe.

Wanda must’ve noticed you getting lost in your head, as she gently knocked her foot against yours under the table and called your name to bring you back to reality. “Please don’t worry about my brother. He’ll talk to you when he’s ready, I promise.”

You forced a smile, wishing that you hadn’t had several other things on your plate to deal with as well as amending your friendship with Pietro. Wasn’t senior year supposed to be the year? Maybe watching too many corny high school movies when you were younger shaped your perception of senior year a lot different to how it was in reality, but it was your final year of high school. Wasn’t it supposed to be a year you’d cherish in the future?

In some ways, it was. It was the year you fought the urge to push Bucky away and let yourself give into him. He became more than just your best friend and you couldn’t be happier with that. But now, it seemed like that moment was the peak of the mountain, and everything else was just going down from there.

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Winifred Barnes was practically the mother you never had.

The sweet scent of rich chocolate filled your nose as soon as you stepped through the front door of the Barnes residence. His house was considerably smaller than yours, but the homely, warm feeling of the place alone proved it to be more valuable than the house you lived in alone would ever be. It was a true family home, built for a loving family like the Barnes’ - one you couldn’t help but envy.

The small number of times you’d met her, she’d never failed to make you feel at home. A pastel blue apron always wrapped around her frame, in the midst of baking something that was bound to be delicious. Nothing like your own mother, and it was frankly mad to you that parents could be so... caring. When you first met the woman and she enveloped you into a tight hug, it almost brought tears to your eyes. As sad as it was, you couldn’t remember the last time your parents even touched you.

You didn’t often go to Bucky’s house. The two of you almost always hung out at yours since there almost never anyone home. Well, except for the one unfortunate time he encountered your mother - you tried to keep that memory as far back in your mind as possible.

Stepping into the cozy kitchen, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw Winifred stood at the counter, brows crinkled, tongue caught between her teeth as she carefully applied white icing to the freshly baked chocolate cake in front of her. Bucky could tell at school that you’d been thrown off by your conversation Wanda at lunch. Whether you were only upset about Pietro or if there was something else going on, the boy knew that his mother had a way of drawing a smile out of anyone. So when he invited you to go round to his after school, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited.

As soon as her kind eyes fell on you, the woman abandoned her cake, pacing straight past her own son and coming to throw her arms around you, nearly knocking you off your feet. “(Y/N), darlin’, it’s been too long!”

Her slim hands placed themselves gently on the sides of your face. “Oh my, you just keep gettin’ more beautiful with each time I see you.”

Your face grew hot, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, hearing Bucky chuckling as he kicked off his shoes at the front door. “It’s good to see you too, Mrs. Barnes.”

She waved you off, finally letting you go as she turned to tend to her cake again. “Always so formal, one of these days you’ll just call me Winnie.”

Letting out a laugh, you sat down on a wooden stool at the counter opposite her. “So, how are you, honey? How’re your parents?”

Winifred knew your parents were barely ever around, though she wasn’t aware of everything that’d happened recently. You internally thanked Bucky for keeping it to himself, because if his mother found out, she’d probably never let you go back home again. She worried about you as if you were her own, and if your own mother wasn’t going to do that for you, at least Bucky’s could.

“We’re doing okay.” You answered vaguely, considering neither you or your parents were remotely okay. “How about you? How’re you and Mr. Barnes?”

She tutted at the formality, still working on the last bit of icing on the cake. “We’re good; George can’t wait for our boy to finally get outta school. When James can work full-time at the shop, it’ll really help him out.”

You nodded fondly, thinking about Bucky working properly at the auto-shop. Working in an undershirt and his classic black jeans, sweat glistening above his brow, jaw locked as he narrowed his eyes in concentration... his mother was right in front of you, stop.

“And you,” She pointed towards you, icing bag in hand. “I’m assuming you’re off to college after graduation? James says you’re super smart, always have been.”

It’s like the universe was taunting you, having someone bring up the topic of college at every opportunity. However, before you could begin to struggle to come up with an answer, Bucky came striding back into the kitchen, eyes set on the now-competed cake.

His mother was quick to shoot him a warning look. “Don’t even think about it, son. You can have a slice after dinner.”

“But Ma,” He groaned, plopping down on the seat next to you. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. “You know, I got a C plus on my chemistry test. Doesn’t that deserve a slice now?”

“He did work really hard for it, Mrs. Barnes.” You nudged the boy’s elbow with yours.

Winifred looked between her son’s pleading expression and your hopeful grin and eventually sighed. “One slice, alright? And cut your girl a slice too, James.”

The dark-haired woman turned around, beginning to put away the ingredients scattering the counters, before excusing herself to get some washing up liquid from the closet in the hall. You looked up at Bucky, who was busy cutting two slices out of the chocolate sponge.

“Did you tell her that I’m your girl?” You asked quietly, pretending that words didn’t erupt butterflies in your stomach.

Bucky smirked as he handed you a dessert fork, along with a small china plate with a piece of cake on it. “Honestly, I think she thinks we’ve been dating this whole time.”

You paused your movements, the cake on the edge of your fork just hitting your lips. “And you didn’t think to tell her that we weren’t?”

“I tried to, I swear. She was convinced I was lying, though.” He spoke amusedly. “The first time you came over, she said ‘James, you’ve got yourself a real lovely girl’, then I told her we were only friends, and she laughed in my face.”

Well, that was understandable, since anyone you’d ever told that you and Bucky were just friends had the exact same reaction.

Slowly, his expression fell, an unsure look in his blue eyes. “Uh, do your... do your parents know about us?”

The mention of your parents made your eyes snap up to his. It was a reasonable question. Though your relationship with your parents was... rocky at the moment, shouldn’t they know that you’d gotten into your first relationship? There was a part of you that wanted them to know, because they were your parents, for crying out loud, you should’ve been able to tell them things like that. However, you were already on thin ice with them over your future, and if they knew you were balancing a relationship along with college? They’d have your head on a stick for certain.

Shaking your head, you poked at your slice of cake with your fork. “I don’t know how they’d react, Buck. In an ideal world, they’d want to get to know you and... and they’d treat you the way that your parents treat me.”

“But they won’t?” Bucky shot you a sad smile.

“They’d sooner come back to Brooklyn and lock my ass in my room until I turn thirty.” You let out a laugh, though there wasn’t much humour in your voice.

Bucky didn’t laugh, however. He’d always known your parents were... the way that they were. Strict, stubborn, even selfish. But he felt terrible, because it hadn’t truly occurred to him until now how distant they actually were. The boy talked to his parents every day. When he got home from school, his mother already had dinner in the oven, and was asking about his day as she laid out the dinner table to eat along with his father, as a family. Bucky was sure there wasn’t a day when you didn’t come up in a conversation with his mom, and she didn’t mind in the slightest when he’d fondly ramble about how smart you were or how you’d ridden on his bike with him again despite claiming to hate it so much.

But here you were, nervous to even consider telling your own parents about him because you’re certain that they won’t support you. It hurt Bucky to even think about his parents being that way, and it possibly hurt him more that it was your reality.

It wasn’t hard to notice the sympathy washing over his features, so you sighed and grabbed one of his hands. “Please don’t feel bad, Buck. It’s just how they are, and I’ve gotten pretty used to it.”

“You deserve more, though.”

The words made your heart stop momentarily. “You think?”

Bucky smiled softly, playing with your hand that was in his grasp. “Sweets, you’re like... the best fuckin’ person I’ve ever known. You deserve, well, the best.”

Though the boy didn’t necessarily have a way with words, you couldn’t help but try to bite back wide grin. You’d never known any other way of how parents should be growing up, only the way that your parents acted. If the universe thought you deserved better, then you thought it’d make your parents nicer, less bitter. But maybe instead of changing your parents, the universe gave you Bucky.

Without a second thought, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, intertwining his and your fingers together. Bucky reacted immediately, kissing you back with slight immediacy, and the same sense of warmth washed over you as it did every time he kissed you. Suddenly, the fact you were sat in his mother’s kitchen was forgotten, as he ran his tongue along your bottom lip-

“Goodness, I’m gone for less than five minutes and you’re already lockin’ lips.” Winifred shook her head in fake disappointment, causing the two of you to pull back, Bucky’s cheeks flushing instantly.

“Sorry, Ma.” He apologized sheepishly, giving your hand a squeeze as you chuckled lightly.

His mother didn’t need an apology, however. Her son being happy was something she’d never want an apology for.

Winifred had seen it initially over two years ago, when Bucky introduced her to his first ever girlfriend, Natasha. She’d liked the redhead, though, was it even possible for anyone to not like her? Natasha was gorgeous, obviously. Clever, outgoing, could make anyone laugh within minutes of her meeting them. Bucky was clearly happy with her after first getting into the relationship, and for a while, Winifred thought that she was it for her son. That was until she’d be downstairs in the living room, and the woman could hear Bucky on the phone, arguing with the girl over who knows what. Natasha began coming over less and less, and when his mother would ask him about it, Bucky would only shrug and head up to his room for the night.

When it came to them breaking up, Winifred worries for Bucky. While she was glad he’d gotten out of what was becoming an unhealthy relationship, she wasn’t blind to the toll it’d taken on him. Natasha was his first girlfriend, perhaps even his first love - the break up was going to hit him hard, which it did, and she was concerned that he’d shut himself off to anything in the future because of what happened with her.

She wasn’t going to compare you to Natasha; you were both wonderful in your own ways, and she still cared for the girl entirely despite her son being heartbroken for a little while. But after meeting you and observing how you interacted with Bucky, she just knew that you’d be sticking with him for the long run. There was no way that you could make him smile so adoringly and genuinely and not want to make him that happy for maybe the rest of your life.

Once you’d finished your cake, you thanked Winifred and offered to do the rest of the washing up in return, but judging by the longing in her son’s eyes for you two to have some alone time, the woman dismissed your offer, shaking her head as Bucky clasped your hand and began tugging you up to his bedroom.

“No funny business, you two! You hear me?” She called from the kitchen, causing Bucky to reply with a ‘course not, Ma’ and an eye roll.

Bucky’s bedroom was rather different to yours. For one, he didn’t have revision covering every inch of his walls. But it was also a lot neater, more organized. Not like a stereotypical teenage boy’ room at all. It brought you a sense of calmness in a way. When there are too many things going on at once, everything just gets foggy. The simplicity of his cream painted walls and dark brown furniture caused your lips to curl up slightly.

What caught your eye though, was the corkboard placed on the wall above his set of drawers. While it wasn’t that big, it managed to fit a pretty large collection of messily pinned photos. Some of them were recent; one of him and Natasha all dressed up before heading of to the Winter Formal, one of Sam and him wearing thick black sunglasses, posing dramatically on his then-new motorcycle, even one of him photobombing what was meant to be a cute couples photo of Steve and Peggy.

And when your eyes raked over the photographs from the summer before the start of senior year, you felt your heart clench, because the majority of them included you.

You and Bucky in the photo booth before going on every single ride at Coney Island. You and Bucky attempting to replicate one Winifred’s specialty muffin recipes in your kitchen, though failing miserably. You and Sam posing outside of the Empire Hotel when you spent the day roaming Manhattan, laughing at Bucky taking the picture as he couldn’t understand why the hotel was so important, which lead to Sam claiming that Bucky was uncultured for never watching an episode of Gossip Girl in his life.

Come to think of it, he shared an eerily strong resemblance with Carter Baizen, who you admittedly did have a bit of a crush on.

Your eyes lingered on one photo in particular, however. This one wasn’t from the summer, but from the night of your junior prom. The set up of the school gym was similar to that of the Winter Formal, but with warmer tones of lighting and decor. Wanda had yet again came through and applied your makeup to perfection, gold glitter shimmering in the light on your eyelids, contrasting to your dark lashes. Highlight glimmering on your cheekbones, your skin looking almost airbrushed. The makeup coordinated with your dress, a long, golden gown that accentuated your figure beautifully.

In the photograph, you’re looking straight ahead at the camera, smiling as if you’d never been happier. And Bucky, as cheesy as it was, only had his eyes on you. You remember the photo being taken, you remembered getting goosebumps as Bucky’s arm wrapped around your waist. But you’d never seen it, not until now.

“That’s my favourite one.” The boy suddenly spoke, eyeing the photo you’d been staring at. “Other than the one of Steve at Coney Island just before he threw up, obviously.”

“Right, obviously,” You responded, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I didn’t realize that you were looking at me, you know, when that photo was taken.”

Bucky laughed lightly, cheeks tinting pink. “I mean, I was lookin’ at you the whole night. How could I not when you looked so... wow.”

It was still a weird thought to you, that after all of this time, Bucky still had feelings for you. You thought they were long gone, fading after you stupidly rejected him last year.

He could tell something was on your mind. “What is it, sweets?”

Your eyes flickered up to his. “Just... thank you.”

“Uh, you’re welcome? For what exactly?” Bucky furrowed his brows, making you chuckle.

“For, I don’t know... staying with me. You still wanted to be my friend last year, and you still want to be with me now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a bit of a crush on me.”

Scoffing, the boy elbowed your arm gently. “Christ, I thought we were havin’ a moment there.”

“Sorry, couldn’t resist.” You shrugged, smirking as you slowly wrapped your arms around his middle, your sight falling back to the prom photo that made you heart melt. “Seriously though, I...” Love you. “I’m glad I have you.”

You hoped he couldn’t feel your heart pounding against your ribs as he ran a hand through your hair, pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head. “Good, cause I think you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while.”

Though his tone was laced with humour, you still exhaled contently, speaking quietly against his chest. “That’s alright, Buck. More than alright.”

You wondered if he’d still be saying that if he knew you’d applied to Harvard, if he knew there was a chance of you willingly leaving him next year. He needed to know, he deserved that honesty from you. But... you loved him. You loved him and that was stopping you from telling the truth, because you didn’t want to be the one to hurt him.

Your mind was taken back to when you met Bucky at Carter’s. When he admitted his feelings for you, when you denied yours for him.

“We’re both just gonna get hurt in the end, and I care about you too much to do that to you.”

That was the reason you gave for not wanting to be with him, yet here you were, arms around his waist and your head against his chest because you could do that now; because you were with him. But maybe you should’ve listened to yourself back then, because looking forward, you couldn’t picture an ending to your final year of high school where everything was going to work out.

Perhaps it was selfish to let him get so close to you. You’d grown up with parents hadn’t ever uttered the word love around you, with ‘friends’ in middle school that didn’t know you well enough to say it in a friendly way. Wanda has said it to you a number of times, but the way she said it to Vis was different, unmatched. How could you claim to love Bucky when you didn’t even know what love was? What if you didn’t know how to love someone?

By loving him, you were only hurting him. He’d had his heart broken before, how could you possibly let him go through that a second time? If you left Brooklyn, you’d be breaking his heart all over again. If you stayed, the burden of your parent's disappointment would be weighing too heavy on your shoulders to even try to love him how he deserved.

You were right, and you wished you known it then how right you were; the two of you were only going to get hurt in the end. Maybe now, your only choice now was to enjoy what you had while it lasted.

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Part Two of our Fluffathon Roundup! Thank you so much to everyone who participated! Did you grab your badge?

Keep reading to see the rest of all the amazing things you all did for this event!

Title: The Stars Are Out For Us Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Ship: Bucky & Winifred Barnes, Bucky & Steve, Bucky & Natasha Rating: Gen Summary: Bucky Barnes has always loved the stars. Word Count: 1295

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Title: Prescription Fluff - Chapter 5: Day 5 (N) Collaborator: sarahbeniel Link: AO3 Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Mature Summary: Day 5 prompts: N-- Nuzzle, Night, Never. GIF: an animation of a necktie, tying itself. Word Count: 17,411

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Title: Never Would I Have Thought Collaborator: lokivsanubis Link: AO3 Ship: Stuckony Rating: Gen Summary: The asset observers Bucky Barnes through a mirror in a room filled with moonlight as they reflect on their current ordinary world. Word Count: 490

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Title: Hothouse Flowers Collaborator: ibelieveinturtles Link: AO3 Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Gen Summary: Bucky sees something new at the Avengers Compound. Word Count: 1420

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Title: Cupid Clint Collaborator: BookDragon13 Link: AO3 Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Gen Summary: Bucky and Clint spend the day being Cupid Word Count: 361

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Title: Things That Get You Through the Day - Part 5 Collaborator: riotwritesthings Link: Tumblr Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Summary: just neighbor boys trying to get through the day Word Count: 1k

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Title: Captain Barnes Collaborator: BookDragon13 Link: AO3 Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Summary: For the BBB fluffathon. I chose to use the prompts for a Stucky Neverland AU Word Count: 1261

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Title: Duckling Therapy Collaborator: lbibliophile-mcu Link: Tumblr Ship: none Rating: Gen Summary: After CA:TWS, Bucky needs space to find himself, and finds some feathered friends along the way. Word Count: 100

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Title: Prescription Fluff - Chapter 6: Day 6 (C) Collaborator: sarahbeniel Link: AO3 Ship: Mature Rating: Bucky/Darcy Summary: Day 6 prompts: C--> Cutie, Chocolate, Cupid. GIF: a pair of women's hands moving up from a man's shoulders/neck to feel the back of his short, dark hair. This chapter also fills my Ladies of Marvel Bingo square L3: "Roleplay". Word Count: 21,079

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Title: Bus Stop - Chapter 5: N - Nuzzle, Night, Never Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Ship: Stucky Rating: Not Rated Summary: SUPER SHORT chapter as I try to catch up. Also, despite how much I loved today's words, they didn't really fit with another bus stop meeting, so have some inner reflective Steve. Which, really, it worked out well as I could keep it short and just get it done. Word Count: 6470

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Title: Fluffathon Week Collaborator: TheMadHale Link: AO3 Ship: Stucky Rating: Gen Summary: BuckyBarnesBingo 2020 held an event last week where each day they posted prompts Based On the word Romance. Word Count: 1345

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Title: Things You Take a Chance On Collaborator: riotwritesthings Link: Tumblr Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Summary: just neighbor boys finally getting it together Word Count: 1k

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Title: It’s Just One Thing - Chapter 7: Things You Take a Chance On Collaborator: RiotFalling Link: AO3 Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Summary: Prompt: Eternity, Escape, Europe Word Count: 6408

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Title: Prescription Fluff - Chapter 7: Day 7 (E) Collaborator: sarahbeniel Link: Tumblr Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Mature Summary: "I love you, Bucky Barnes." Word Count: 25,054

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Title: Change of Pace Collaborator: pherryt Link: AO3 Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Summary: With Steve's help, Bucky had found himself a cabin in the middle of nowhere, continuing his efforts to relearn who he is and get back in touch with the wolf portion of himself that HYDRA had suppressed for so long. He doesn't expect to find his well deserved peace and quiet invaded by Hawkeye, but if he's honest with himself, Bucky doesn't mind the intrusion all that much. He just needs to figure out what's wrong, and why Clint's really there. Word Count: 9448

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Title: Darcy’s Beast Collaborator: BookDragon13 Link: AO3 Ship: Bucky/Darcy Rating: Gen Summary: Darcy finds herself lost in Romania, then finds a castle... Word Count: 1985

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Title: Shades of blue Collaborator: writing-mermaid Link: Tumblr Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Summary: When a young artist is fascinated by the shade of blue in the eyes of the posing model. Word Count: 2067

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Title: Bus Stop - Chapter 6: C – Cutie, Chocolate, Cupid Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Ship: Stucky Rating: Not Rated Summary: Almost there! Cupid was hard to fit in, but I did manage to reference it once. Word Count: 7664

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Title: Victory Collaborator: ibelieveinturtles Link: Tumblr Ship: Bucky/Unspecified Romantic Parter Rating: Gen Summary: A victory is followed by a celebration Word Count: 459

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Title: Of chocolate, cupid and a sweetheart. Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Summary: Tony has been pining for Bucky for months now. Was it any wonder he hated Valentines day, when he couldn't get the one he wanted? Bucky loved nearly everything about the weeks leading to Valentines day, including the chocolate and romance everywhere. If he just could get Tony to love him. Word Count: 3352

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Title: Moonlight Collaborator: hddnone Link: Tumblr Ship: Stuckony Rating: Teen Summary: Bucky stares up at the stars, and then he's joined by Steve and Tony. Word Count: 921

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Title: Never Collaborator: bucky-plums-barnes Link: Tumblr Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Not Rated Summary: Bucky makes a promise the night before he ships out. Word Count: 157

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Title: Bucky Barnes: Romantic at Heart Collaborator: rebelmeg Link: AO3 Ship: Bucky/Unspecified romantic partner Rating: Gen Summary: Soft, sweet, steamy, and romantic vignettes of Bucky and his other half. Who is his other half? You pick. Word Count: 1154

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Title: After the night, when music inspired art Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Ship: StuckyPepperony Rating: Teen Summary: Bucky had not expected that their new neighbors would turn out to be two of the most wonderful people he has ever met.And to think that all this started with too loud music, Vivaldi at that. Word Count: 7331

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Title: Ordering a baby in Collaborator: writing-mermaid Link: Tumblr Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Gen Summary: Bucky planned a romantic night, but it didn't happened the way he wanted to. Word Count: 1230

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Title: Pizza Girl Collaborator: The_Alias (Artemis_Day) Link: AO3 Ship: Bucky/Jane/Steve Rating: Teen Summary: Jane's last delivery of the night doesn't go quite as smoothly as she hoped. But maybe that's a good thing... Word Count: 1545

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Title: Coffee Shop Soap Opera Collaborator: caitriona-3 Link: Tumblr Ship: Bucky/Darcy/Clint Rating: Not Rated Summary: In a college AU, the local coffee shop has a little soap opera going on as the local player, Bucky Barnes, has suddenly stopped his casual dating. Could he be taken in by Clint Barton and Darcy Lewis, the couple that’s been flirting with him? Most people think so, including his best friend, Steve Rogers. Steve’s doing his best to capture the whole story in his sketches while he lays bets with his own partners, Natasha Romanoff and Sam Wilson.

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Title: Bus Stop - Chapter 7: E – Eternity, Europe, Escape Collaborator: Minka Link: AO3 Ship: Stucky Rating: Not Rated Word Count: 9139

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Title: Change of Pace - Chapter 7 - Day 4 After/Stream Collaborator: pherryt Link: Tumblr Ship: WinterHawk Rating: Teen Summary: With Steve’s help, Bucky had found himself a cabin in the middle of nowhere, continuing his efforts to relearn who he is and get back in touch with the wolf portion of himself that HYDRA had suppressed for so long. He doesn’t expect to find his well deserved peace and quiet invaded by Hawkeye, but if he’s honest with himself, Bucky doesn’t mind the intrusion all that much. He just needs to figure out what’s wrong, and why Clint’s really there. Word Count: 13k

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Title: Once upon a December Collaborator: Fighting_for_Creativity Link: AO3 Ship: BuckyNat Rating: Gen Summary: Yasha had seen the Princess before. Their eyes had met, and his heart was gone. A feast was his opportunity to get a closer look at her once again. Anastasia remembered this beggar, knew he was not an evil person. She wanted to know more. Word Count: 1167

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Title: Draw Back Your Bow Collaborator: Caiti (Caitriona_3) Link: Tumblr Ship: Bucky/Clint/Darcy Rating: Teen Summary: Natasha’s really not sure how she ended up playing cupid when it’s her partner who uses the bow and arrow, but these two men have annoyed her with their inability to see what’s right in front of them. Yes, Bucky and Clint have each other . . . and they’ve both been watching the same woman. Darcy Lewis seems to fill a hole they’ve got – Natasha can see it. They need that light she brings, that little bit of normalcy to remind them of why they still bother to fight. Well, fine, if they’re not going to do it themselves, then she’s just going to have to push things along herself. Good thing she’s never had a problem sticking her nose in other people’s business.

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Title: Caught Out Collaborator: JacarandaBanyan Link: AO3 Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Summary: After Steve introduces a new rule about over-the-top PDA in communal spaces, Tony and Bucky hatch a plan to get around the rule. In hindsight, maybe they should have thought of a better plan. Word Count: 1224

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Title: One night stand - Chapter 1 Collaborator: Writing_mermaid Link: AO3 Ship: Bucky/Reader Rating: Explicit Summary: Y/N is having a bad night out with her mean colleagues, until she decides to make it change with the help of a handsome stranger. Word Count: 2179

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Title: Art: Sappy Cuddles Collaborator: LiquidLightz Link: AO3 Ship: Stucky Rating: Teen Summary: A labour of love for the Bucky Barnes Fluffathon 2020 and my Stucky 2019 Bingo card. Steve's being a sap, lovingly admiring and cuddling up to his over-exerted Bucky. Under their cozy Wakandan blanket and the warm heavy weight of that gaze, Bucky drifts off into peaceful dreams.

#buckybarnesbingo #bbbfluffathon #bbb2020 #fluffathon roundup #roundup

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pietrotheavenger · 5 years

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roommates (bucky barnes)

MEET THE BARNES’

summary: the mundanity of being roommates with bucky.

pairings: au!bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: alcohol

a/n: i can’t wait to see y’all’s reactions to this one!

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bucky barnes was a trust fund baby. there was no way around it. his family was rich. his parents and little sister lived in soho. once every month or so, they went out to dinner. rebecca, bucky’s little sister, didn’t come every time.

the dinners were a very formal affair. his parents usually picked out a very expensive restaurant. the prices on the menu would make y/n’s appetite go away.

“oh god. i think that chandelier costs more than my yearly salary,” she whispered to bucky. he had offered her his arm outside of the restaurant, and she had accepted. their coats had been taken already.

bucky chuckled, patting her hand. “nicer than our usual place, huh?” he was referring to the japanese restaurant near their apartment.

she snorted, covering her mouth for a moment. “honest to god, you better not make me laugh like that at the table. i will pour hot soup onto your lap.”

“laugh? you mean snort?” he teased. she opened her mouth to reply, but he spoke again before she could. “there they are.”

“hi, mom!” he grinned once they arrived to the table. he went in for a hug and stepped back then shook his father's hand. bucky’s mom, winifred or winnie for short, gave y/n a bear hug, and his dad, george, gave her a warm smile and a side hug.

the two roommates sat across from his parents at a rectangular table. pleasantries were exchanged and small talk was made until they ordered their food. y/n filled her plate with the appetizer salad.

“so, y/n, are you seeing anyone?” winnie had a knowing look on her face, a look that confused the person in question.

“no, actually. not at the moment,” she responded before taking a sip from her wine glass. bucky’s parents shared a look. y/n subconsciously straightened her posture.

“and you, james?” george quirked an eyebrow.

“i would say y/n and i both are bit unlucky in love at the moment,” he chuckled, leaning back in his chair. she tapped his thigh under the table and he immediately fixed his posture.

she followed winnie’s eyeline to his throat, as she brought her wine glass up to her lips again, briefly glancing towards him. when she caught sight of the hickey just peeking out from his collar, she choked on her wine. bucky turned his whole body towards her, one hand going to rub her back and the other reaching for her glass of water. she coughed into her elbow, shaking her head. he set it back down, his hand falling to her bare thigh and gently running his thumb back and forth on her skin.

“hey, are you okay?” he cooed. she continued coughing in response.

“i’m so sorry, please excuse me,” she managed to choke out, grabbing her purse and getting up from the table. she pushed her way through the tables without a second look back, ignoring bucky calling out her name.

when she entered the bathroom, she set her purse down on the counter and looked at her neck. somehow, the makeup had rubbed off and the love bites on her neck were showing through. “oh god,” she groaned. she took the concealer out of her purse and quickly dabbed it on. she pinched the bridge of her nose, attempting to offset her oncoming headache before leaving to return to the bathroom.

“thank you for being patient,” she smiled, sliding back into her chair.

“oh, no. don’t worry about it dear. are-” winnie spoke but was interrupted by her son.

“are you okay?” he placed a hand on her thigh, searching her eyes.

“i’m fine, james,” she put her hand over his, giving him a sincere smile. she moved her hand but he didn’t move his.

it was safe to say that when they got home, they were a little bit tipsy. y/n held her heels in her hand as bucky rapped some song that he had been humming all day. they stumbled out of the elevator and in the direction of their apartment.

he took the keys out of his pocket and leaned his forehead against the door as he tried to unlock the door. “bingo!” he exclaimed when the key slid into the lock. he tripped over his feet and into the doorway.

“i’ll be there in a sec, bucky bear,” she told him.

she had no idea what time it was but she walked down to steve’s door and rang the doorbell. after a moment, the door opened to reveal a messy haired steve, his eyes squinting against the bright light of the hallway.

“is it late? did i wake you up?” she questioned.

“no, it’s okay,” he chuckled. his voice was huskier than usual. she must’ve woke him up. he leaned against the doorway, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “what’s up? wanna come in?”

“no, thank you. i just wanted to let you know…” she trailed off.

“yes…?” a smile grew on his face.

“i’ve been considering your offer…”

“oh, y/n, the suspense is killing me,” he brought his right hand up to his heart.

“you’re such a dork,” she giggled. “anyways, i would love to have dinner with you.”

“really?” he beamed.

“really,” she nodded.

“well, then. it’s a date, i guess?”

“it’s a date.”

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jamesbvck · 6 years

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change your mind | six

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU, High School!Bucky) Summary: Senior Year: the last year to be a somebody or a nobody. A chance to fall in love, ace that final exam and make memories. After a terrible first impression, Bucky makes it his mission to fix the mistake he made with the new girl. Will they get their chance? Warnings: swearing, more cliche high school things, flashbacks A/N: hi! since january was only three days, there are some flashbacks to random days in january! feedback is encouraged :)

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There were moments when you were on cloud nine; moments that your heart soared and your stomach was swarmed with fluttering butterflies. And then there were other times when you were second guessing everything. There was still slight hesitation and reservations that you had with Bucky and sometimes you wanted to pull the plug and call off...whatever you two were anyway. There weren’t any major red flags but there were still times when you could convince yourself that Bucky wasn’t the right guy for you, that somewhere along the line everything would just crumble. It had barely been a month and you knew that was nothing.

Your classes had changed up for the new semester and you didn’t have any classes with Bucky. He had a free period and moved his schedule around so he could sleep in during first which was pretty smart. But it was okay. You had another class with Steve which was math, and you shared fourth period co-ed gym with Clint and Sam which already proven to be quite the adventure. Those two could be amusing to hang around, especially when you’d turn to run a third lap of the gym with sweat beading down your forehead and on the verge of collapsing, and Clint offers to piggyback you around for the next two laps. Your gym teacher, Mr Lang, really didn’t seem to care much. He always had coffee and some sort of snack with him and half assed the class. It was going to be a breeze.

You did miss history class with Bucky, though. Not so much Mr Pierce, but just the routine of the morning and Bucky annoyingly prodding you with his pencil. It wasn’t all bad, even though he had first period free, he’d get up and drive you to school when it was super snowy. You had told him it wasn’t necessary but Bucky was Bucky and would be at your front door fifteen minutes before school started. Sometimes Becca would be in the backseat, eagerly waving from the window.

Homework dates seemed to be a more frequent thing. Bucky would come over after school and you’d both sit with the TV on, eat some snacks and do homework. Those times would start off with homework but sometimes you’d both find yourself on the couch a little less interested in fundamental learning.

Bucky’s phone had been vibrating nonstop for the last thirty minutes. He’d pick it up and feverishly reply back, setting it face down on the coffee table. You nonchalantly peaked at him as he sat on the couch and you were on the floor with your own work. His brows were tightly knit together and face contoured with discontent.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” You set your pencil down in your math textbook, rotating yourself to face him.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“It’s obviously not nothing,” you countered. “You’ve been working on the same question for a half hour, I don’t even think you’ve written anything new down.”

Bucky sighed deeply, dropping his own pen down and leaned back on the couch. He rubbed the side of his chin as you got up and took the open cushion next to him. “My dad was supposed to come back from a work trip tonight but I guess he decided to fly from Sacramento to Dallas instead for something else.”

“How long has he been away for?”

“A week? Haven’t really countdown the days since I was thirteen. He’s going to miss Julia’s little play at school on Thursday and he was supposed to be at Abby’s parent-teacher interview.”

You got the sense that Bucky’s father seemed to be more absent than not. It made you wonder how Winifred handled four kids on her own, but you supposed none of them were babies and they could all manage to help each other out. It had been just you and your mother for a while and you grew up a little fast having to fend for yourself. You really couldn’t imagine how it must have been a few years ago when everyone was younger and their father went away for a long period of time. Sure, he was providing for the family but family was important too.

“My dad got me into football, right. Well, my dad and my uncle and they taught Steve and I how to play. Dad and I would throw around the ball in the backyard until it was dark. At first it was just for fun then I started to really love it, and I worked hard at it. He’d take me to every youth league practice and game, and if I had a shit game he’d say there’s nothing wrong with trying your best.”

Bucky was rambling and you let him. It sounded like he needed to get some things off his chest anyway and you wouldn’t interrupt him.

“But then Steve’s mom would have to drive me, or I’d have to figure out a way to get there because my mom was taking care of my sisters. My dad got a promotion at the tech company he works for in the city and he started flying around. It was cool for a bit but then he stopped coming to games,” Bucky took a second to breathe. “I did a six week training camp last summer. It was thirty minutes away in Warrior Falls so I’d either have to bus or sometimes Clint or Steve would drive me. Came home one night and there was that Jeep in the driveway and my dad handed me the keys. We didn’t say anything, he just pat my shoulder and went back into the house.”

It was quiet for a few moments. You knew you probably didn’t need to say anything, that simply letting Bucky vent for a minute was enough. His phone vibrated again. You reached over and handed it to him seeing Becca’s name flash across the screen with an eye roll emoji. It wasn’t just affecting Bucky but his sisters, too. Sure, perhaps Bucky and Becca weren’t surprised by it but it wasn’t fair to Julia and Abby who were younger. Bucky cleared the message and set his phone aside.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized.

You blinked in confusion. “For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Bucky shrugged. His arm went around the back of the couch and pulled you into his side. He didn’t reply and you didn’t focus on an explanation. But there was the pattern of Bucky seemingly apologizing for nothing sometimes, pre-preventing himself from being some sort of bad guy which you had grown to learn he was rather the opposite. You rested into him, closing your eyes. Homework could wait.

You wandered to your locker after your sleepy first period class. You weren’t too into world geography but it wasn’t the worst class ever. A girl that was in your history class was in this class and you sat beside her, she was nice. The hallways were decorated with cut out hearts and pink and white streamers. There were bistol board signs with large, bold lettering indicating that Valentine’s Day was fast approaching. You could send candy grams and/or roses to your crush or friends. You stopped by one of the tables in the main foyer and forked over ten dollars to get six, one for each of your friends.

You took them with you to your locker having decided on to personalize them for each person. You stuck them into your notebook and retrieved your math book. A tingle shot up your back as a gentle hand touched your waist. Your eyes flickered to your left seeing Bucky with a pink nose from the cold and the black beanie situated on his head was dusted with snow. He was still dressed for the outdoors having not been to his locker yet.

“It’s fucking cold.” Bucky sniffed.

“Maybe you should invest in an actual winter jacket,” you said, brushing the snow off the shoulders of his lettermans jacket. “And I don’t know, maybe a scarf? Gloves? Proper winter garments?”

Bucky rolled his eyes. “You sound like my mother.”

“Don’t come crying to me when you get sick.”

He smiled cheekily. You closed your locker and began the daily routine of Bucky walking you to second period as it was by his end of the school. Your hand bumped against his cold one as you strolled, Bucky telling you about how his dad has gotten home late last night. Apparently breakfast had been quiet, only mouths chewing and his father, George, reading the morning paper. Winifred had made a stack of pancakes, bacon, and eggs.

You gave Bucky a half smile. At least his dad was home for a few days, that was something.

You stopped at your math room, turning to face Bucky. “Guess I’ll see you at lunch. Think pizza’s on the menu today.”

“Pizza’s always on the menu.” He chuckled.

“Hats off, Mr Barnes.” Mr Pym was on a mission as he walked by with his briefcase and a stack of papers in hand. But he still had time to make sure students followed the code of conduct.

Bucky pulled off his beanie, “Sorry, sir.” He replied, waiting until Pym was around the corner. Bucky took his hat and neatly adjusted it so it was perfectly slouching on the crown of your head. “Looks better on you anyway.”

You reached up to touch the wool and smiled. “If I get in trouble it’s going to be your fault.”

“You won’t. I promise, only the elderly care about the hat rule.”

The bell rang causing other kids to scurry to their next class. Bucky was already going to be late to his English class. Bucky leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. Your insides tangled with a fuzzy feeling. He waved and you wiggled your fingers back, slipping into the classroom. Steve trailed into the room with his backpack on his shoulder, taking up the seat next to you.

“You into beanies now?” He asked, unzipping his bag.

You smiled to yourself. “Maybe so.”

“Looks familiar, think I’ve seen it before.” You could hear the teasing in Steve’s voice.

A blush crept onto your cheeks, shaking your head as you flipped open to a fresh lined page in your notebook. Maybe you were into more than just the beanie.

You spent the entire class half paying attention and half doodling on the candy gram cards. You finished five out of the six, unsure of what to write on Bucky’s. It didn’t need to be anything serious. You tapped your eraser against the top of the desk with the bell drawing you out of your thoughts. You glanced over at Steve as he was closing his books and stuck his pencil behind his ear.

“Coming to lunch, or are you going to endure another round of math?” Steve grinned.

“I don’t even know what the lesson was today.” You admitted, getting out of your chair.

Steve slung his bag over his shoulder. “Maybe that beanie’s on too tight.”

You knocked shoulders with him as you exited the classroom and headed to your lockers. Peggy stood beside your locker since her Economics class was just a few doors down. She waved with a grand smile on her face.

“Heard a rumour in class today.” Peggy said.

“What kind of rumours swirl around Econ? How the American economy is collapsing? That’s nothing new.” You spun your padlock and unlocked your locker, shoving your books up on the top shelf. You took Peggy’s to store in there for now, too.

“No— well, yes— But these girls in the back of the class were gossiping like they usually do,” she started walking after you got your wallet and closed up your locker. “Apparently one of them is working the candy gram station and said Bucky stopped by and bought a pretty penny’s worth of the roses to send out.”

You arched a brow at Peggy. “That’s the hot gossip?”

She shrugged and laughed. “It is when you’re not the girl receiving them. Right, Nat?” Peggy called out to Natasha who was waiting by the stairs. She glanced up from her phone. “Roses are a big deal around here.” Peggy repeated.

Natasha rolled her eyes. “They’re flowers. You can buy them at the grocery store.”

“It’s the thought that counts.” Peggy beamed, practically skipping into the cafeteria.

“Steve’s sent her a rose every year,” Natasha walked alongside you. “Can’t even imagine what gushy thing he’ll do this time.”

You laughed, shaking your head. At least they were actually a couple this time around. Steve was already in line with Sam. Peggy squeezed her way in between them with Steve’s arm going around her as an automatic response to her presence. You and Natasha stood behind some freshmen girls in line who were whispering (and failing) about Steve and Sam. You snickered to yourself as they chatted about how attractive both boys were with Natasha sighing loudly with a short laugh.

It was a short wait before you grabbed your pizza and a carton of chocolate milk, heading to your usual table. You pulled out a chair and bellied yourself up against the table, beginning to eat. Clint and Bucky joined with cold air rolling off their bodies from the bitter outside weather. The smell of smoke stuck to their clothes and you wonder how in the hell they could stand outside in such frigid conditions. Bucky slung his arm around the back of your chair as he drove into a conversation with Steve. Contently you listened and munched on your cheesy pizza, eyes lingering around the room.

You stopped on Connie four tables over. She had a straw biting between her teeth as she sipped on ginger ale, and she was staring directly at you. Her face was scornful and you feared looking at her too long would turn you to stone. You blinked your gaze away, mindlessly adjusting Bucky’s beanie on your head.

It wasn’t a topic that you wanted to bring up. Hell, you didn’t want to talk about it ever. And you certainly didn’t want to bring it up at the championship party for the Valhalla Panthers. They were now crowned five-time New York State champions after their defeat over Xander High. The atmosphere had been electrifying with the crowd storming the field. Truly it was one of the most exhilarating moments you had ever witnessed. You mooned over the fact that they had won.

But there was a speed bump in the way of the right direction and you had to get over it. The low feeling had been eating at you ever since you walked into the party. You weren’t sure whose house this was but it was crammed with people and the trophy was on full display in the living room of the house. This wasn’t the right place with drinks flowing and thick air circulating. Your phone was clinched in your hand, vibrating twice with a new text message. You turned it over with the screen lighting up seeing Bucky’s name and him asking if you had arrived yet. You didn't need any direction to find him. You could hear Clint’s laughter from the kitchen off around the corner and you knew he’d be somewhere over there. Sure, enough he was.

Bucky leaned against the kitchen counter with a beer in hand and a childish grin on his lips. He looked so elated and slightly relieved. Sam was perched up on the island shoving his hand into a bag of Doritos and Steve was humbled by it all. You put on your happy face because truthfully you were and weaved through until you got to Bucky. One of his arms went around your shoulders in a half hug and you pressed yourself to his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“We won!” He whispered against the side of your head.

“I know, Buck,” You laughed softly. “I’m happy for you.”

You pulled back slightly feeling a few nerves build up in the pit of your stomach. You looked up at Bucky whose thrilled expression transitioned into one of concern. Clearly your face was giving away more than you had hoped.

“What’s wrong?” He asked. You were mute and instead took his hand to bring him to another room, one more quiet and vacant. “Hey-- did something happen?”

You sighed, leaving the door to a small room open. “I really should just wait until tomorrow but I can’t and I don’t want to ruin your big night.”

Bucky’s brow pulled together. “You’re not going to ruin my night. I’d honestly rather be sitting in Clint’s basement with my friends and you rather than be here.”

You smiled briefly, wrapping your arms around your frame. “Some girls sitting behind Peggy, Nat and I at the game were talking about you and saying shit like how you cheated on Connie with me. Peggy told me to ignore it but it’s kind of hard too. I know we’re just figuring this out still but… Were you dating Connie when I started here?”

Bucky visibly became uncomfortable with the conversation and you wanted to take back everything you had just said to him. His fingers combed through the front of his hand as his weight shifted from leg to leg. “No. We’ve never… dated. Not really.”

“Not really?”

He sighed. “Connie’s liked me since the tenth grade, and yeah I kinda liked her back for a while too but we’ve never actually dated. We’d hang out and stuff but the more I’d hang out the more I knew we wouldn’t really work out. She kind of became a person I went to when I wanted to be alone but not totally.”

Your arms moved up to fold across your chest, a firm line forming on your lips. You didn’t know Bucky two years ago, you didn’t know anything.

“Did you talk to her about your dad?” You asked.

“Sometimes.” He shrugged. You nodded. “I told her in November that I didn’t think we should really hang out anymore. Didn’t really give her a reason but she was smart enough to figure out why.”

You were the why.

“Nat said that the only reason she wants to be with you is because she thinks you’re going to go pro.” You told him.

Bucky chuckled. “She did suddenly get very into football when we started talking,” his head shook. “What did she say to you on New Years? You never told me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, debating on whether to spill it or not. Did that part even matter? You had faith in you and Bucky. “She said you’ll get easily bored with girls like me. I’ve got your attention now but give it another week and you’ll crawl your way back to her.”

Bucky’s head was shaking frantically. “No. I’m not--” He paused, humming lowly. He took a few steps towards you. “That’s not going to happen. She’s trying to get under your skin.”

“Kinda worked. I ignored you for most of the night.”

“I don’t want to be with Connie, you know that, right?” You nodded, leaning back against the wall. “I’m sorry.”

“You apologize a lot.” You murmured, taking his hand and laced your fingers together. “I just… don’t want her to cause a problem.”

“She won’t. I promise.” Bucky gave a half smile. You matched his smile and nodded. He lifted your chin a little higher, lips locking in a soft kiss. You let go of his hand, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him closer to you.

Thursdays typically dragged on for what seemed like forever. You weren’t sure why but it always seemed like the clock ticked a little slower. It was a struggle to keep your eyes open in geography and more often than not your head bobbed in a short snooze. The bell was your indicator to move on to your next class. Everyone seemed rather giddy since it was Valentine’s Day. Truthfully you never understood the commercialized holiday (plus it wasn’t even a true holiday where you got the day off), but it made people smile so it was something to someone.

You and Bucky had agreed not to do anything, at least nothing big. You had sent him a candy gram along with your friends, but that was something small and lighthearted. Student council was handing out treats in the main area and there was a bake sale going on throughout the day. You grabbed a pink cupcake along the way to math, humming as you went. Steve was already in his seat with a brownie.

“It’s the day of love, Steven.” You mused.

He chuckled. “So I’ve been told. This little girl that lives across the street from me went up and down our road giving every family a Valentine card and brownies this morning.”

That had to be one of the sweetest things you had ever heard. You smiled and set your books down, unwrapping the liner of your cupcakes and took a bite. It was plain vanilla but still tasty. Peggy had been preparing all week for her date with Steve. Apparently there was a new exhibit in the MET that Peggy had been hinting at to the point where Clint told Steve to buy her tickets so she’d shut up about it. It worked. So Peggy had you over almost every night to help her pick the right outfit which ended up being the one she had tried on the Monday night.

Math was more of a catch up period as there had been a substitute in for the last two days. You idly worked on the assigned questions in your textbook, some kids didn’t do anything and were on their phones or talking about anything but math. There was a knock on the door and the kid in the front of the class got up to answer it. Two student council members walked in both wearing pink shirts. The girl was holding a basket of candy grams and the boy had a handful of roses in his hand. They began going around the classroom and gave out the gifts.

Steve got a few. There was one from Peggy, of course, the one from you which he laughed at, and two secret admirer ones. You wiggled your eyebrows as he ripped the Hershey’s kisses off the cards to eat.

“Here you go, Rogers.” The boy handed Steve a rose. You perked up as he took it.

“Peggy sent you a rose?” You asked.

“No. It’s from Bucky. He think he’s funny and had bought one since freshman year. He even drew a heart on the card this time, how thoughtful.” Steve was snickering as you swiped the card out of his hand. It was pure humour.

To: Steven G Rogers Just ‘cause you actually got the girl doesn’t mean you’re not getting a rose. - Buck ♥

You shook your head, smiling to yourself and placed the card back on Steve’s desk. The girl came around and placed three grams on your desk: Peggy, Sam and a half assed one from Natasha and Clint combined.

“And these are for you.” The boy extended his hand holding six roses. Your brows shot up.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded. “Positive.”

You cautiously took the roses feeling a few eyes on you and hear a few whispers. You opened the first card seeing Bucky’s handwriting. There was one simple word written: Smile. You blinked and began opening the rest of the little cards seeing a single word on each: Laugh. Nose. Smarts. Funny. Everything.

You smiled to yourself feeling your cheeks warm in a blush. You wanted to tell him he was an idiot but you refrained, basking in the small moment of affection. Commercialized or not, it did make you feel giddy.

You jiggled holding your books and carrying the flowers to your locker. You were speed walking back to your locker so you could quickly put away your things and find Bucky. Peggy was there with her own rose in hand.

“So the rumour was true,” she motioned to the roses. “Who knew Bucky could be a romantic.”

“Hold these.” You gave her the flowers and tucked your books under your arm. Your fingers dialled through your lock combo, unclasping and opening the door.

A loud pop sounded startling those around you. Your heart was racing, body frozen as pink, red and white dust floated around in the air. Slowly you looked down at yourself seeing paint splattered to your front and a coating of chalk dust. It was everywhere: face, chest, legs, arms, hands. Peggy had her hands covering her mouth with a few paint hits on her clothing. Voices were murmuring with some phones out snapping pictures. Your books dropped to the floor as you wiped the paint away from your eyes and mouth.

There was some muffled laughter coming from down the hallway. You glanced over seeing Connie and her doll-like friends and a few jocks sniggering behind her.

“Oh, that’s for sure going to stain.” Connie quipped.

Your body heat was rising at an incredible rate from humiliation and anger. Peggy sharply turned on her heel, dropping the roses and marched her way over to Connie.

Connie straightened up, arms firmly folded across her chest with pursed lips.

“How childish can you be? Something doesn’t go your way so you hurt others?” Peggy’s voice was loud as she stormed over to the other girl. “Get over yourself! The only person that looks bad right now is you.”

“Do I Peggy? I’m not the one covered in paint.” Connie mused.

Peggy got closer.” You’re a pathetic bitch—“

Sam swooped in between Peggy and Connie before physical contact was made. He gently moved Peggy back telling her to relax.

“Carter. Anderson. Fury’s office now!” Mr Pierce broke through a cluster of students. He glanced to you, pointing. “You as well.”

Your teeth grinded together. You collected your books off the ground, shoving them into your locker and slammed the door shut. You followed behind the others and Pierce down to the main office.

Your fingers curled and uncurled as you sat in a cushioned chair in Principal Fury’s office. Peggy, Connie and you each had a good foot in between each other and no talking was allowed. Peggy was still steaming and Connie looked like a perfect princess as she sat checking her nails. You could cuss Connie to the moon but that still wouldn’t amount to anything.

It was silent, nothing but the clock on the wall ticking.

The door to Fury’s office opened and shut. His footsteps were loud and hard on the ground. Three student files were tossed onto his neatly organized desk. Your manila covered folder was on top with Peggy’s and Connie’s underneath. Fury stood behind his desk with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Valhalla does not accept bullying at any level. We are a community who help others,” the man in charge started. “Miss Carter, I can assume you would not like a strike on your perfect record? Brown, Dartmouth, and Cornell are the schools you applied to, correct?”

“That’s correct, sir. But I don’t believe I’ve done anything wrong. I was standing up for my friend who was bullied by the other person in this room.” Peggy was matter of fact, a stern nod.

“Can you prove Miss Anderson did this?”

Peggy blinked. “I— No.”

Fury hummed, flipping open your file and scanned it over. “Five schools in seven years? Three high schools in four.”

You didn’t want to be in this room. You wish you could teleport to anywhere but here. “My mom and I move a lot.”

“Why’s that?”

You looked up from your lap, tipping your head to the side. “I don’t think that’s relevant to me getting sprayed by paint, sir.”

Fury nodded, turning his attention to Connie. “What were you doing at her locker, Miss Anderson?”

“My biology class is down that hallway, Mr Fury. I was just trying to walk back to my locker to go to lunch.” Connie’s tone was sweet like sugar, oozing with fabricated remarks.

There wasn’t anyway you could flat out prove Connie had set this up. But you knew in your bones that she was the mastermind behind it. Maybe she got one of the dumb basketball jocks to help her out. Either way it was sounding like nothing was going to be resolved right then and there. The office was going to start an “investigation” to see what they could find. Fury was continuing basic questions that weren’t assisting to the incident. Your time was wasting and the paint was drying to your skin and now ruined clothes.

In a quick motion you got up from the chair and flung open the door. Your feet moved quicker than you mind with Fury’s voice a distance away calling for you to come back. You had enough of Connie, enough of her jealous antics. It felt like a game and you were a be played wrong.

“Mr Barnes, I can’t let you and Mr Rogers into the office.”

“Just listen for a sec, Miss Hill--”

Vice Principal Hill and Bucky’s voices collided. He was arguing and she was trying to turn him away at the front desk. You kept walking, not even making eye contact. There was a break in Bucky’s voice when he caught sight of you. He got to the door before you did, grabbing your arm to halt you. His hands cupped your stained face, concern flickering through his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You pushed his hands away. “I’m covered in fucking paint, Bucky,” you glanced past him seeing Steve stare down at his feet. Your shoulders trembled in a sigh, closing your eyes. “Take me home.”

Bucky opened the office door and walked out after you. He shrugged off his letterman and draped it over your shoulders. You were pretty sure the paint probably wrecked your belongings. You and Bucky exited through the side door to the student parking lot. Not a word was said to his car or during the car ride to your home. You eyes stayed focused on the window. All you could smell was paint and chalk. He parked and you jumped out into the snow. You went around to the back of the house, opening the back door and went inside. It was quiet and you were grateful your mother took an afternoon shift at the hospital.

You shedded Bucky’s jacket and discarded your shoes. He followed you like a ghost, keeping his mouth zipped but you knew he wanted to ask you a million and a half questions. Immediately you turned on the shower upstairs, getting a dark towel and gathered fresh clothes from your room. You disappeared into the bathroom leaving him in your bedroom.

The water was warm as it dripped down your skin. The paint swirled at the bottom around the drain. At least it was coming off. You scrubbed your skin and your face free of the paint. You didn’t know how long you were in the shower until the water started to run cool and your were pruning. You dried yourself off and sat on the edge of the tub. One of the sweaters that you always worn was destroyed, the jeans were maybe salvageable. You tugged on the clean clothes and checked in the mirror to make sure there was no red or pink on your face before exiting the bathroom.

Bucky was sat at the edge of the bed, phone in hand. His head lifted when you closed the door.

“Do you know if Peggy’s alright?” You asked.

“Steve says she’s not in trouble but she’s pissed.” He said.

“Yeah, that makes two of us.” You sat down next to him, burying your face into your hands. “You can go back. Make it in time for your next class.”

“I’m not going back. Think you’re more important than English and weight lifting.” Bucky gently removed your hands. The back of your eyes prickled but it wasn’t worth spilling tears over Connie Anderson. She didn’t deserve that kind of satisfaction.

You pulled the sleeves down over your hands of the light sweater you had put on. “This is stupid right, everything about this is stupid?” You looked over at Bucky. “Does she actually think I’m going to cave in?”

Some part of you wanted to cave only because of how Connie was acting over a guy that didn’t even like her back anymore. Bucky had moved on and it was best she did too. She was stuck in a fantasy.

“I’ll talk to her.”

You gave him a look, shaking your head. “Because that worked so well the last time, right?” You didn’t mean to be so harsh to Bucky but realistically what more could he do, what more could anyone say?

Bucky enveloped you in his arms, pulling you back to lay on the bed. He murmured an apology, one that he didn’t need to say but that’s just how he was. And at the end of the day, he was with you.

“Hey Happy, can you get us two chocolate milkshakes and two burgers for me and my girl here.” Bucky shrugged off his jacket and occupied the chair across from you.

You dusted the snow off yourself, unzipping your jacket and removed your gloves. Happy’s was half vacant, a hum of voices chatting and the TV behind the bar top on to the New York Rangers game. You glanced over at the burly man who owned the diner as he began to make the milkshakes and place in the order for food.

“Heard there was boys movie night tonight.” You said to Bucky.

He nodded, “Yeah decided to ditch it. Besides, Stevie will probably ditch halfway to go see Peggy so no one can be mad at me.”

You smiled lightly as the two milkshakes were placed in front of you. The whipped cream was homemade and spiralled upward high with a cherry on top. You licked some of the cream off the straw and popped the cherry into your mouth. Bucky leaned back in his chair, gazing over at the TV for a few moments to watch the hockey game. From what you understood this was a date, well, you had been to Happy’s plenty of times but there were usually five other people accompanying. Plus Bucky had loosely indicated it was one, a “food date” as he called it. His attention turned to you, the fluorescent lights didn’t do his blue eyes enough justice.

He cracked a smile at your unintentional staring. Your eyes flickered to the table, moving your milkshake glass closer to you. “Isn’t it counteractive to get a milkshake when it’s cold outside?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “But it’s a rule that you have to get one when you’re here.”

“Yeah? Says who?”

“Me.”

Of course, you laughed to yourself. You sipped on the ice cream drink, lashing fluttering as you peered over at Bucky. You had nerves bubbling in the pit of your stomach. The entire week your mind had been swirling from the kiss to bowling to now. You had accepted the fact that yes, you had a crush on Bucky Barnes and it wasn’t going to go away any time soon.

“I like your laugh, you know.” Bucky commented nonchalantly.

One of your brows arched. “You like my laugh?” He confirmed with a nod. You shifted in your seat and stirred around the milkshake. “What else do you like about me?”

Admittedly you were curious because out of everyone in Valhalla, somehow Bucky was struck by you.

“Busting down the gate with a heavy question,” he joked lightly. “I like your smile, I like that you’re funny and can take a joke especially hanging around Clint. You’re smart, real smart. And I like your nose.”

Your head tipped. “You like my nose?”

“Yeah, I like your nose.” He replied, picking up a spoon to scoop some ice cream out of the glass. “I like everything about you.”

Your stomach flipped upside down. He didn’t even know everything about you but you were sinking in the feeling. Happy startled you as he came around with two red baskets that had your burger and fries. You smiled politely, saying thank you as you took the ketchup bottle. Bucky was already a quarter into his burger by the time you had eaten three fries.

You still had your cautious guard but for now you’d wade in the waves.

Friday was a bust. You didn’t get out of bed, nor did you have the will to go to school. After you mother had heard what happened with Connie, she had taken it upon herself to call Fury to give him a piece of her mind. You could hear her stern talk from the kitchen all the way up behind your closed bedroom door. You rolled over, covering your ears with the pillow.

By Monday morning your anger had passed. Your things had been moved into Peggy’s locker a hallway over since yours was still covered in the festive paint. There were a few stares in the hallway as you walked on by fellow students. You kept your head held high and ignored everything around you. Steve gave you a short hug upon your arrival to math but spoke nothing of the situation which you silently thanked him for. It was better to move on instead of moping about it.

Bucky was there outside of the classroom when the bell rang having dipped class early. You gave him a small smile, storing your books in his locker.

“Do you wanna eat here or do you want go out?” He asked.

He had hesitancy in his voice wondering whether it was a good idea to go into the cafeteria where Connie would be. You grabbed his hand, lacing your fingers together and moved forward to the lunch area. Some freshmen shuffled out of the way as you strolled in with Bucky. Your table was claimed already by Sam and Natasha, Sam waving you over.

“Go ahead, I’ll be a sec.” You let go of Bucky’s hand.

You pivoted on your heel and set straight in the direction of Connie’s table. The laughter coming from the table died down as your approached the table. You took at glance at the kids before settling your sharp eye on Connie.

“Connie,” you faux smiled. “I wanted to thank you. I want to thank you for spraying me paint in front of fifty kids and humiliating me. I felt so bad at first for myself but then I realized I feel bad for you. I am so sorry that you think you have to do things like this because your self esteem is so poor. Maybe if you were a little nicer your ugly wouldn’t be on the outside like it is on the inside. So thank you, Connie, and stay away from my friends, me, and my boyfriend.”

Connie’s eyes were glaring like daggers, her fingers gripping her drink with enmity. You twisted back to see Bucky still standing where you had left him with Steve, Peggy, and Clint. Peggy had a smug grin on her face, waving to Connie in spite.

“Are we just going standing here or going to eat lunch?” You asked them.

“After you, m’lady.” Clint motioned courteously.

You led the way to the food line, Bucky’s arm slinging over your shoulder. “So, boyfriend?”

“Status pending.” You pushed his side, smiling. He stopped you before the line, a longing look in his eye before he firmly pressed his lips to yours. Your smile grew bigger. Status approved.

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buckybarnesisjewish · 8 months

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When Steve was younger, he and his ma didn't always have money for medicine but Mrs. Barnes always brought over her famous matzah ball soup. A lot of the time, it was better than any medicine. Now Steve doesn't get sick, but he does crave matzah ball soup during cold and flu season.

Yes! I've always thought this as well about Bucky bringing him matzah ball soup. and the sadness of steve being perfectly healthy but missing that love and comfort :(

#headcanons #jewish bucky barnes #jewish bucky #stucky #steve rogers #winifred barnes #tonyplaysthemambo #asks #mod c

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semistcble · 5 years

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the dust has settled, thanos is gone. but look, in the distance, isn’t that THE WINTER SOLDIER? otherwise known as JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES. they are ONE HUNDRED AND SEVEN years old, and go by HE/HIM. you will know them by HIS BIONIC ARM + HIS STOIC EXTERIOR. could they have been saved?

THE BASICS

NAME/NICKNAMES: james buchanan barnes; bucky; buck.

ALIAS: the winter soldier.

AGE: one hundred and seven; march 10th, 1917; pisces.

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he/him.

TEAM/GROUP: bucky isn’t exactly on a group, but he sides with the avengers / new avengers / heroes.

FACECLAIM: sebastian stan.

THE DETAILS

FAMILY: george m. barnes (father; deceased); winifred c. barnes (mother; deceased); rebecca p. barnes (sister; alive); two other unnamed siblings.

THREE FAVORITE THINGS: plums; goats; peace and quiet.

EDUCATION: high school; he never attended any sort of post secondary.

SKILLS: master martial artist; knife mastery; master marksman; master assassin; master acrobat; expert pilot; multilingual.

WEAPONS: knives; guns.

ABILITIES: artificially enhanced physiology (enhanced durability, speed, agility, stamina, & reflexes); bionic arm; regenerative healing factor.

THE QUESTIONNAIRE

IN THE LAST YEAR SINCE THANOS WAS DEFEATED, WHAT HAS YOUR CHARACTER BEEN DOING?

in the past year, bucky has been working on himself. there were still a lot of missing pieces in his memories, and he wants to change that. as painful as it may be, he doesn’t like having those gaps in his past. he also just wanted time to process and heal from everything that had happened in the past few years. he essentially isolated himself, wanting some calm after the storm. living in an apartment in a somewhat quieter area of the city, he keeps to himself, and somehow ended up adopting a few cats. he gave his number to a few people he believed to be trustworthy, just in case he was needed for anything.

WHAT HAS YOUR CHARACTER LEARNED IN THE AFTERMATH OF THE DECIMATION AND THE DEFEAT OF THANOS?

peace always comes with some sort of price. thanos was gone -- but they’d lost some of their own in the process.

A NEW THREAT ON THE WORLD LOOMS NEAR, SO TELL US – WHAT DOES YOUR CHARACTER FIGHT FOR?

guilt. the blood that stains his hands may not be on him -- anyone could tell him that; tell him that it’s hydra’s fault. and while it is true, he still did them. he feels a tremendous amount of guilt for everything that he was forced to do. all the lives he took. it is because of them that he wants to do better, as well as the few friends he’s made along the way that have his back. he’s taken lives in the past, and now he’d like to save as many as he can. he doesn’t think anything can make up for those lost lives, but at least he can try to do some good now.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION:

sorta similar to what i put in peter’s survey -- i take some influence for his background from the comics! so, he’s mostly mcu based, but i like to fill in the blanks sometimes. also, he’s got three (3) cats -- alpine, garfield and salem. alpine is based on the kitty in that recent winter soldier run, whereas the other two are made up by me cause i lov giving him a small army of kitties. don’t question it. alpine is white, garfield is an orange tabby & salem is black.

#🗡 ❝ 𝖎𝖙 𝖆𝖑𝖜𝖆𝖞𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙. ❞ ⦁ musings.#u: intro

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spidizzlemizzle · 6 years

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Victims of Adoration Chapter 1

Pairing(s): (Slow burn) Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 858

Chapter Warnings: none really

A/N: Ok it’s happening wow, I really hope you guys enjoy this series, I’m so excited to continue writing it. I have a lot planned for this so strap in for the bumpy ride. As always, feedback is appreciated and encouraged. Enjoy x

“You have been deemed fit for this high estate by your peers, and have indicated your willingness to accept this honour from our hands. Do you now swear by all that you hold sacred, true, and holy that you will honour and defend the Crown and Kingdom of the Outlands?”

“I will”

“That you will honour your peers, of the Chivalry. And of the Laurel and of the Pelican?”

“I will”

“That you will conduct yourself in all matters as befits a Peer, drawing your sword only for just cause? That you will enshrine in your heart the noble ideals of Chivalry to the benefit of your own good name and the greater glory of the Outlands?”

“I will”

“Then having sworn these solemn oaths, know now that we, George M. Barnes and Winifred C. Barnes, by right of arms, King and Queen of the Outlands, do dub you with our sword, Lightning, and by all that you hold sacred, true, and holy... Once for Honour... Twice for Duty... Thrice for Chivalry... Arise, Lady [Y/N]!”

She stood once the sword was placed upon her shoulders, rising to face the king dressed in elegant navy and crimson robes very similar to his wife. More ceremonious and formal words of encouragement and promising were spoken; she could hardly focus as the excitement of the day was still running wild. She had waited, trained for today for longer than she could remember.

[Y/N]’s days of being a squire were finally over, she was now standing proud as a knight of the kingdom.

The remainder of the ceremony passed in a blur before the final three cheers were heard throughout the grand hall, the kingdom standing before [Y/N] who stood beside all of the royals, where she had dreamed to be her whole life.

The crowd scattered to separate areas of the hall, a party blooming into action before her eyes. She took careful steps down from the large stage towards the friends she had made throughout her childhood, throughout her journey to this day.

“Congratulations, cannot believe they trusted you enough to protect a kingdom” Sam was the first to speak up, a new girl hung from his arm as he punched [Y/N]’s shoulder playfully.

“You’re just jealous I was knighted before you, it was bound to happen” She shot back.

“Oh yeah? And why is that?” Their friend Steve had walked up behind the two, a drink in each hand before passing one to her.

“Because Wilson here hardly passed being a page, kid never listened to anybody” The group erupted into laughs before [Y/N] felt an elbow press into her side. Natasha.

“Congrats, I know how long you’ve waited for this”

“Thanks Nat, I’m really glad you could make it”

“Wouldn’t miss my chance to see one of my best friends, especially on their big day” The two smiled at each other.

The conversation flowed through the hall, sound built to an extreme level before the king brought the attention back to the stage.

“Attention! Today has been very important for our kingdom, our first female knight and definitely our hardest working. On behalf of our entire family, I want to say congratulations on the milestone and we cannot wait to see your continued growth in the future. To [Y/N]!” The rest of the guests repeated his final two words and went about their celebrations.

Her presence passed throughout the room as guests pulled her aside for quick conversations and gifts in congratulations, which she insisted was not necessary to all who presented the objects. She was on her way back to her friends when a soft grip on her upper arm stole her attention.

“Hi there, just wanted to say congratulations, you must have worked extremely hard to get here” The tall, dark haired man spoke, towering over her form.

“Thank you, but I must ask, do I know you?” [Y/N] felt like she had seen him around the place; passing the fields, walking the halls, occasionally seen talking to the king or queen.

“Not exactly, my name is-”

“James!” The queen’s calm voice called from the other side of the ballroom.

“I must go, mother is calling me” He walked away from her with a smile, she knew exactly who he was.

The prince.

After that night, [Y/N] saw James’ around the halls, fields, and palace much more. His kind smile and piercing blue eyes met hers more, conversations began easily blooming between the pair.

The armoured woman was in the middle of a training as James walked towards her, gaining her attention as he got much too close.

“May I help you your majesty?”

“Just here to deliver you this letter” He pulled a small envelope from his pocket, sealed neatly with a red wax seal detailed with the family crest. She looked up to him again once she took it from his grasp, calloused fingers brushing over the impress. a gracious smile resting on her features as he walked backwards away from her, his usual smirk on his lips.

She dismissed the training with her opponent, heading for her room to open the letter.

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#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #royalty AU #bucky barnes royalty au #marvel imagine #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #sam wilson #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes victims of adoration #victims of adoration #victims of adoration chapter 1

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metalarmmantm-archive · 5 years

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CHARACTER SHEET.

BASICS.

full name. james buchanan barnes nickname. bucky, winter soldier height. 6′0″ age. as of 2023: 106; physically looks 30 zodiac.pisces spoken languages. english, romanian, russian, german, spanish, portuguese, latin, japanese.

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS.

hair color. brown eye color. blue skin tone. white body type. slim/athletic, muscled accent. american dominant hand. right, but he’s fairly ambidextrous posture. before hydra, relaxed and confident; after, heavy tension, proper posture scars. lots of scarred flesh around the metal arm on his shoulder tattoos. none most noticeable feature. large metal bionic arm; thick thighs

CHILDHOOD.

place of birth. shelbyville, indiana. hometown. brooklyn birth weight. 8.3 lbs birth height. 22 inches manner of birth. c section first words. winny siblings. rebecca barnes (separated as children parents. winifred barnes (deceased), george barnes (deceased) parental involvement. his mother died when he was very young and his father died when he was slightly older. he was taken in by the officials at Camp Lehigh.

ADULT LIFE.

occupation. soldier current residence. wakanda close friends. steve rogers, natasha romanoff relationship status. single ( verse dependent ) financial status. middle class

driver’s license. yes, but definitely expired; hasn’t needed it since th 40′s, not like he really drove then either criminal record. too long

SEX & ROMANCE.

sexual orientation. pansexual romantic orientation. panomantic preferred emotional role. submissive | dominant | switch | unsure preferred sexual role. submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed libido. turn on’s. competence, muscles, strength, loyalty, humor turn off’s. loss of control love language. words of affirmation relationship tendencies. women who can kick his ass and in general people who make him feel safe, like he’s not some broken thing

MISCELLANEOUS.

character’s theme song. shots by imagine dragons hobbies to pass the time. crocheting, coloring, things that can be mindless but keep his hands busy physical illness. none left or right brained. right brained, but less creative fears. loss of control, hurting others, being used for bad self confidence level. average vulnerabilities. bringing up his past, feeling out of control

Tagged by: no one, i stole it from the dash

Tagging: whoever wants to steal it !!

#( you're a regular decorated emergency | about. )#( finders keepers losers weepers | headcanons. )

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cryo-bucky · 6 years

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Golden Age of Illustration: On AO3

Word Count: 30,928 No Archive Warnings Apply Fic rating: E Artworks rating: G-M (small bits of artistic nudity) Relationships: Steve Roger/James “Bucky” Barnes Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Winifred Barnes, Rebecca Barnes, Sarah Barnes, Winifred Barnes II, Peggy Carter, The Howling Commandos (mentioned), Howard Stark (mentioned)

An AU inspired by J. C. Leyendecker, a successful american illustrator who did mostly advertisements and magazine cover illustrations and is the most famous for his Arrow Collar ads. He was gloriously gay and lived a happy, undiscovered life with his lover who often modeled for him. Following Bucky (and eventually Steve) as they return from the war and try to make a life for themselves.

Artwork posted in full: Here Cryo on Tumblr/AO3 Helene on Tumblr/AO3 Thanks to the @capreversebb mods for putting this together and @nursedarry for your patient beta-ing!

#captain america reverse big bang #captain america #stucky #canon-divergent #my writing #golden age

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WIP meme

Pretty sure I’ve done this before but I was tagged by @bangyababy (and one other person I think??? But it either got lost in my activity notifications or was a weird fever dream??) so I’m doing it again cause I wanna. Also wow I have too many wips so this is under a cut cause it got long as hell.

The Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Grad School Bucky Cap Steve (There’s literally two lines in this document?? Idk what I’m doing with it and it might be shuffled into the fanfic mortuary file next time I sort through fics.)

Barnes Home For Wayward Kids (Bucky keeps showing up at home with orphans and so he and Steve just end up with like a whole house of them. It’s also probably going into the fanfic mortuary cause it hasn’t been touched since uhhhh last year?)

Werewolf Cap Merica F* Yeah (What it says on the tin! The serum is actually lycanthropy. Steve jumps out of things and gives Bucky heart attacks. It is exactly what people should expect from me tbh.)

Found Baby AU (I WILL ONE DAY FINISH THIS ONE I SWEAR. It features Vet!Bucky who finds a baby in a dumpster and ends up in Pediatrician!Steve’s office at like 1 am and IT IS JUST A LOT OF SOFTNESS AND ONE DAY I WILL FINISH IT.)

NEW DRAGON AU This Time Featuring More Fae (Steve is a dragon and Bucky is fae and they 110% use fae magic and accidentally blood bind themselves to each other at like 9 years old oops. Sarah and Winifred are NOT amused.)

Party Goblin Sequel (One time, years ago, I wrote a fic called Adulthood Is Just A Myth -shameless plug!- and it didn’t do incredibly well despite my love for it at the time buuuut I’ve had a sequel planned for it since pretty much the moment I finished it. It involves Bucky losing his arm because I’m a terrible person, and like the exploration of disability and Steve being a disabled person dealing with the person he loves dealing with disability. It’s still funny, because I’m me, but it will also take forever and a day for me to ever finish it because I am Bad At writing things that are overly close to me.)

Cap PSAs (Literally just a fic about Bucky getting a lot of joy at Steve’s expense from Steve’s really awful school PSAs)

Practical Magic AU (Listen I have craved a Practical Magic AU for YEARS. So I started one a couple months back, but then wearing_tearing went and wrote one because they are a fic writing goddess so now I DON’T NEED TO. But it’s still sitting in my WIP folder so maybe one day I’ll actually finish it under the Two Cakes rule.)

IW FIX IT (I had a lot of feelings after seeing Infinity War??? And I wanted to fix them??? But this is another one that’ll probably go into the fic mortuary because I have NO CLUE what I was planning to do with it.)

MAJOR REWORK NEEDED great american roadtrip (Once upon a time, December 11th 2016 to be exact, at least according to the document details, I sat down to write an epic fanfic where two old assholes went on a road trip, saw the grand canyon, went camping, and also kept up with their therapy via phone appointments.)

both fall of train au (you think both fall off the train aus mean they both get captured by HYDRA? THINK AGAIN. Because what is TRAGEDY? I CAN’T WRITE ANGST so this shit is just Steve and Bucky fall off the train together and both wake up in the 21st century and Have To Adjust. Idk where it’s going, idk anything beyond that basic premise but who knows, IT MIGHT BE GOOD ONE DAY?)

the sequel i'm not writing to where the heart is (the fact that I haven’t touched this since August means the title is technically correct. Basically it’s the story of how Where The Heart Is!Bucky and Steve go on vacation and end up taking down the leftover bits of HYDRA instead. Also Bucky’s instagram is featured a lot. This one actually has a lot written already so like, I wanna finish it eventually.)

is it... a fake dating au???? (A one night stand turns into Steve fake dating Bucky for family events because I love tropes.)

non recovery fic except it IS (Idk how to describe this one except that like it’s a recovery fic but it started based on the premise that not being okay is okay. It’s cute and sad and deals with recovery things.)

Steve Rogers Meets His Irish History: c. 2016 (This one is literally just a document with a link to what inspired it and also will require a lot of research so who the hell knows what’ll happen with it.)

A DIFFERENT FOUND BABY (THIS ONE GOT AWAY FROM ME GUYS. Like it started with Bucky Barnes coming home to Steve because he found A BABY AND I LOVE KIDFIC but then I veered into like How Steve Rogers Relates To Disability, His Body, His Gay Identity, And Gender All In Relation To His Past Disability so like, it’s a mess.)

Angel Steve yo (This will one day be my magnum opus tbh. Steve’s an asshole angel who shows up to a Halloween party in booty shorts and devil horns. Bucky’s the confused millennial who wants to bone him. I don’t think I’ll ever love a premise more tbh.)

ABO PREG STEVE WHAT (I am genuinely not shy about the fact that I like abo and mpreg and all that soft shit, so like, this is just the result of that enjoyment and features omega Steve going into the ice pregnant, waking up and having a baby because THAT PLOT HASN’T BEEN DONE A MILLION TIMES IN ABO FICS OR ANYTHING. whispering softly but with feeling: two cakes Elizabeth, TWO CAKES.)

B99 Kinda (Steve Rogers is a cop in Brooklyn. Bucky Barnes is a firefighter who Steve’s kinda smitten with.)

Jersey- Coda (Soft tummy edition) (someone commented on This Is Why People Don’t Go To Jersey saying they hope Steve’s tummy was soft after having a baby and my inner lizard brain went YES THIS IS GOOD, VERY GOOD. So it’s literally just a fic about Steve having a soft tummy and Bucky being very fond of it.)

soulmate au f yeah (This is my CHILD and I will one day finish the motherfucker. It’s soulmate magical realism where soulmate’s hearts BEAT THE SAME and there is recovery and goodness and god I love the premise a lot, ngl.)

FIRST LADY STEVE ROGERS (This is actually just the document that I have Making The Ride Count in, but it’s also got bits and pieces that will become other parts in the series.)

Will an 80s winter soldier wear leg warmers? (Bucky breaks his programming in the 80s and he and Peggy pal around beating HYDRA and terrorizing people until Steve’s dug out of the ice again.)

competitive assholes (the idea was given to me to have Steve and Bucky be neighbors competing over decorations and I NOW MUST WRITE IT.)

Omega Rights Activist Steve (College abo with omega Steve and Alpha Bucky and like, lots of softness and Bucky just wanting to build Steve THE BEST NEST and Steve being like I AM A STRONG CAPABLE OMEGA but also ‘yes pls buy me seventeen pillows and twenty-five blankets and fluff them strategically for me.’)

An Angel And A Demon Walk Into A Bar... (Angel Steve + Demon Bucky = BEST FRIENDS FOREVERRRRRR. Also lots of jokes about heaven having too much paperwork.)

holiday swap - finish by 12/21 (For the Marvel Holiday Swap. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING WITH THIS ONE DEAR LORD HELP ME.)

It All Comes Back Around (Chapter three! It’s coming along slow as hell but it IS coming along.)

FOR LATER (a fic in which Steve wakes up from the ice and starts making mental lists of ‘things Bucky would like’ because he’s a sad, sad human being.)

Loyalty Devotion (For Happy Steve Bingo. There’s selkies??? and Steve is some sort of unspecified magic??? and it’s a little different than my norm writing style wise?? Idk we’ll see how it turns out. I might edit the first bits copiously so that it’s more my style, or i might embrace the flow of this one WE SHALL SEE.)

Aaaand I can’t think of anyone to tag right this moment because my brain is word soup soooo if you want to do this then please go forth and do it! There are no rules here, this is the wild west of meme games, BE FREE WRITER FRIENDS BE FREE

#writing tag #my writing #meme games

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