#sam thinks bucky's weird but cute

[delaber]

A Date (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: you have a date and Bucky’s not exactly happy about it.

Words: 3.8K

Trope: friends to lovers 💞 with a jealous Bucky trying his best to be brave, and failing horribly.

Notes: another fluff piece to mend Bucky’s heart ❤️ honestly, I have a problem with all these fluffy fics I’ve been writing recently. I just cannot stop myself lol.

"You have a date?" he manages to splutter just before the panic takes over and makes his heart skip a few beats.

Fuck!

A fucking date?!

His fingers are slipping on the wet handle of the pan he's in the midst of cleaning, and in that moment, all he can think about is how happy he is that he's currently bent over the kitchen sink so you can't make out the shocked expression on his face.

You're nodding beside him, playing with the dishtowel you're holding but Bucky can hardly make out what you're saying when you return his question with a quiet "yeah".

His ears are ringing bells and he just wants to get the fuck out of there.

Silently, he's begging for you to stop talking. He doesn't want to know more. Doesn't want to hear what you've agreed to and who you're... - fuck, what if it's someone he knows?

What if it's Sam?!

Shit!

The panic in Bucky's chest runs amok! If he walks in on his two best friends fucking, he's gonna kill himself!

With dread, he realises that he has to know how careful he needs to be around the compound...

"With - uh - with whom?" he clears his throat and curls his toes in prepared mortification, his narrowed gaze firmly fixed on a wet piece of broccoli that's lying lonely and sad at the bottom of the sink.

Please don't say Sam, please don't say Sam...

"You know the cute guy from the coffee shop?" you answer proudly, and it makes Bucky's heart spring violently back to life. That guy??? "- he finally asked me."

Well, it's not Sam - yet somehow, it's worse.

Deep breath, he tells himself and plasters on a neutral expression as he looks up from the pan and directly into your eyes.

At least you look excited, he concludes as he takes in your dreamy little smile that's usually reserved for when vibranium fingers briefly brush over your warm skin but that he now has to share with... him. The moron in the green apron. Mr I'm-too-busy-flirting-with-your-girl-to-get-your-order-right.

Fuck, he's burning up!

"That's great, sweetheart," he hears himself croak from far away, trying his best to sound like he's happy for you and not as if his heart is in the process of being ripped out of his chest. "I'm real happy for you."

"Thanks, Buck," you playfully bump your hip against his while looking down at your hands as you once again twist the towel between your fingers.

You seem almost... nervous. This date must really be a big deal to you.

He gulps and pushes away another incoming wave of nausea. It's not as if he hasn't long ago accepted that nothing will ever happen between the two of you. You're friends. That's it.

"Are you excited?" He asks without really knowing why. He doesn't want to hear your answer. To hear you verbally confirm the look you already have on your face.

Slowly you look up at him and he has to chomp down on his inner cheek to keep himself from doing something stupid.

"You know what?" you ask quietly with a tilt of your head and Bucky's heart starts racing even harder. "- I actually am."

Even you sound surprised - not that Bucky can really blame you.

"Mmh," he merely hums and pretends there's a particularly stubborn area on the dirty pan that needs his attention.

"Is that weird?" You ask.

He can feel how the sincere question in your voice laces itself around his abdomen, squeezing him tight.

Is it wrong of him to want to snap the stupid piece of teflon-coated metal in his hand in half? You're his best friend and he should just be happy you're happy.

Fuck it, he is happy! He loves you more than anything and you deserve to feel this way - he just wishes it was because of him and not someone else.

"No, sweetheart," he mumbles, trying to untie the invisible knot behind his navel as he starts scrubbing again. "Why would it be weird?"

Thankfully, you don't answer.

...

Cold droplets of water are running over your forehead and down the length of your nose, desperately trying to reduce the tension that's been resting right between your eyebrows since your conversation with Bucky last night.

Splashing your face with water is a stupid attempt to make yourself feel better - you know that - it hasn't worked the other times you've tried it and this must be the tenth attempt since you woke up this morning. The only thing that'll truly help is if Bucky would tell you what's going on.

He's been acting weird since last night, and even though you aren't sure what reaction you'd been hoping for, this definitely isn't it. You know he isn't exactly the biggest fan of the man who's taking you out for dinner later, but getting so annoyed he can barely uphold a conversation? Well, that wasn't really a scenario you'd even considered at all...

You suppose you could just tell him the truth - maybe that would make him more accepting of your choice of date - but it's not as if you can really tell him that the only reason you're going on that date to begin with is to force yourself to get over, well, him.

You've known Bucky two years now and apart from small moments here and there, nothing's happened. It's been two excruciating years full of pining and painful almosts and ifs but he clearly doesn't look at you that way and you don't want to keep putting yourself through the heartbreak. You deserve to spend your friday nights with someone who actually sees you for what you are: beautiful, smart, desirable, a woman.

And as you stand looking at yourself in the mirror, you realise that you need this date to get Bucky out of your head. Fuck if he doesn't approve of the cute guy from the coffee shop. It's none of his business who you're going out with and if he wants to be annoyed about it, then so be it.

Yet you still cannot stand the thought of him sitting by himself all night. He hasn't seemed like himself all day and you know how he can spiral over the smallest of things.

Thus, you check for Sam in the kitchen, the gym, and in the spa area in the basement of the compound, but eventually find him in the common room on the third floor, completely hypnotised as he stares at the television screen in front of him, the playstation controller grabbed tightly in his hands.

You do a quick scan around the room to confirm that it's just the two of you before you approach him. "Wilson, have you seen Bucky today?"

"Bucky? Uh - no," Sam mumbles without moving his gaze away from the animated character who's running through an abandoned city. "I assume you've already tried the dark cave he calls his room?"

"I know where he is," you sigh and flop down on the sofa next to him, stretching your legs and putting your feet in his lap. "I was just hoping that maybe you'd talked to him."

He doesn't answer apart from a few incoherent noises you're sure are for the game and not for you, so you poke at the controller with your toes to get his attention. "Sam..."

"Hey! I'm trying to save humanity from a zombie apocalypse here. Keep your stinking feet away from me," he playfully flicks the underside of your foot without sparing you a glance. "I already told you I haven't seen your siamese twin all day."

"Yeah, but do you think you could... go check on him maybe?"

"I'm busy. You go check on him."

"Sam..."

At the sound of your soft-spoken words, Sam sends you a brief side-eye before he finally tosses the controller down on the sofa table with a loud sigh. "What'd you do?"

"I didn't do anything," you shake your head innocently. Is it really your fault that Bucky is too childish to accept the man you're going out with? No.

Sam runs his eyes over you and squints hard. "You guys are usually so dependent, you're practically joined at the hip. And now you want me to go talk to him even though you didn't do anything?"

"Look, he's being weird," you sigh, "- can you just check on him? Please? Maybe have a guy's night in with beer and that stupid zombie-game you're always playing or whatever?" you gesture to the television screen where the character from before stands panting, saying random stuff every few seconds. "I don't want him to be alone."

"First of all, The Last of Us is not stupid!" Sam raises his index finger at you, feigning an insulted huff. "Secondly; a guy's night in..? While you're doing exactly what if I may ask?" he arches an eyebrow, urging you to keep talking.

"I - uh - I have plans," you say quickly and try and look determined although you can feel your entire face heating up. "...a date of sorts."

The dead-panned look on Sam's face is quickly wiped off, instead replaced with an annoyingly broad smirk. "You have a what now?" he chuckles teasingly.

"You heard me," you roll your eyes.

"Oh I heard you loud and clear," he hoots, "you are going on a date!" he says, emphasising the last word with a wriggle of his eyebrows.

"Don't be a dick about it."

"My, oh my. We're finally gonna see what kind of man that can sweep the rug from underneath you."

"Okay, I'm leaving," you make a move to stand up, but Sam interrupts you by putting his palm to your shin.

"Come on, I'm just teasing," he laughs, "tell me about your date. Who's it with? - Not Bucky, I assume."

"Why would I go on a date with Buck?" you shrug nonchalantly although you can once again feel the heat radiating through your every feature. "It's the cute blonde from the coffee house down the street."

"Oooh, the guy who looks like a young Brad Pitt but with humour?"

"That's the one," you press down on your lips and avoid looking directly at Sam. God, this is embarrassing.

"He's a cutie!" Sam teases with a chuckle.

"I know," you play with a loose thread on your shirt, avoiding his eye.

"Then why aren't you more excited about it?" He asks but immediately emits a groan, "Jesus... do not tell me it's because of Bucky?!"

"I'm worried about him," you whine and bury your face in the sofa cushions.

Sam rolls his eyes. "You're going on your first date in forever and you're worried about that sourpuss?"

"Sam, you didn't see the look on his face when I told him about it! He hates the guy - I think it really upset him."

"Of course it upset him," Sam scoffs, "It's like taking candy away from someone who really wants to fuck said candy!"

Your eyes snap over to Sam in an instance. Completely taken off guard, your voice dies in your throat. Did he just...? No, surely, you must've misheard.

"Come on, don't pretend you haven't noticed," Sam groans, "I swear to god, he's two days away from crawling behind you just so he can lick the ground you're walking on!"

The earth has stopped spinning. "W-what?"

"The puppy eyes? The 'pick me' behaviour?" he rolls his eyes at your shocked face.

Your heart starts pounding so fast you can barely keep up. "Are we talking about... Bucky? As in our Bucky?"

"Uh, huh," Sam nods as if it's the most obvious thing on the planet. "That guy's practically begging you to take him by the hand and lead him to your bed. He's so in love with you, it's disgusting to look at."

"He's what?!" You exclaim loudly, completely out of breath. This is definitely news to you! "No, no, no! Bucky's not in love with me, we're friends," you pant with the blood rushing past your ears.

Sam shoots you an unimpressed side-eye, "yeah keep telling yourself that"

"What do you mean?" you pant, trying to puzzle together Sam's suspicion with your disbelief.

"I swear to god, the two of you don't even have a single brain cell put together..." he rolls his eyes, "I've seen that boy almost snap his neck because you were laughing and he wanted to know what you were laughing at. Trust me when I say that he's not annoyed that you're going on that date - he's jealous."

Well... fuck!

...

You don't think you've ever been this nervous as you pace the hallway outside Bucky's bedroom. You've been here ten minutes now, desperately trying to force yourself to actually make contact with him, but you're holding yourself back. There's so much on the line and what if Sam's incorrect? Then, you will truly have mucked up and everything between you and Bucky will be ruined.

Shit!

You stop pacing. You can hear his favourite album from the forties playing on the other side of the wall but apart from that, there hasn't been a single sound from in there.

You pray he's in a better mood than when you walked in on him angrily hunched over his bowl of cereal this morning, but the fact that he put on the only type of music that can calm him down, doesn't really scream 'put-together'.

It makes you even more nervous though you know you have to talk to him at some point. It's not as if you can avoid him forever - so before you can truly think about the upside of postponing the inevitable conversation, you raise your knuckles and carefully knock on his door.

Everything inside you tenses up. You vision becomes blurry, and you seem to automatically focus all your attention on the sounds coming from inside his room. There's a short shuffle, a sigh and then an irritated "what?!" muttered from somewhere behind the walls.

This is bound to go wrong.

You consider running away and pretend you've never even been near his room, but it's too late to back out now. You have to talk to him at some point, you remind yourself.

With your nerves running wild and the blood pumping through your every vein, artery, and fibre, you open the door a little and poke your head inside his room with a small "hi," your throat so dry it comes out as a hoarse whisper.

He's sitting on the bed with his long legs crossed at the ankles, his hand buried inside a book that's lying closed in his lap. He looks angry at everything and everyone - as if he's minutes away from strangling someone - but when he finds your eyes from across the room, the tense muscles in his cheeks seem to unclench a little.

"Oh, hey," he breathes and runs a hand through his hair in embarrassment, licking his lips. "I thought you were Sam..."

You smile, so relieved to see him softening that you automatically step inside his room without waiting for him to ask you to. "Sorry to disappoint."

"You're not," he shakes his head with a small gulp, "I thought you'd left already. Don't you have that big date?" he asks in a weird voice and sends you a stiff smile.

"Not until seven," you shrug and sit down next to him on his bed, immediately noticing how he's started avoiding your gaze.

"Right," he nods and occupies himself by putting his book on his bedside table. "So - uh - still looking forward to it?"

How do you tell your best friend that no, you're not looking forward to it because he's the one you really want to go out with?

"I don't know," you shrug, suddenly so anxious your temples have started pounding, "not really."

He finally looks up at you again, his slate blue eyes jittery as they meticulously search your face. "What happened?" He asks with tightly knitted eyebrows, "you were so excited for it yesterday."

You hesitate. "...Honestly?"

"Yeah, honestly," he sits up a little straighter, a serious look on his face, "- he didn't upset you, did he?" He says on impulse, his voice suddenly dark and dripping with venom at the mere thought as he reaches out for you and puts his fingers on your arm.

"No Buck," you shake your head and take a deep breath to get your pulse under control. "He didn't upset me."

"Then what?" He squeezes your arm softly, his eyes concerned as he tries to read you, "you can tell me anything."

"I know... It's just that..." you hesitate and consider ending your sentence with I'm in love with you, but the words die in your throat.

"What sweetheart?" he shuffles a little closer to you.

"Bucky," you heave a big breath of air to prepare your bold question that can potentially change everything between you dependant on his answer. "Do you not want me to go on that date?"

"What?" his eyes immediate travel over your face and you can almost hear his pulse running haywire as his fingers let go of your arm. "What makes you think that?"

"It's just..." your breathing picks up as you scan his every anxious feature. It makes you anxious too. "- you started acting weird the minute I told you about it. You've been avoiding me all day."

His fingers find your arm again, his grip a little tighter than before as he desperately looks at you. "No, no, no, sweetheart! That's not what happened," he licks his lips and plasters on the fake smile he's been practising in the mirror all day. "- I mean... I'm not the biggest fan of the guy but who you're dating is really none of my concern. I'm sure he's great, and as long as he treats you well, I'll make sure he stays on my good side," he says softy and sends you a smile that seems a little too genuine for your liking.

You hesitate again as you check his face for cracks, but his smile stays intact and happy. "...So you're really okay with it?" you ask in a small voice, mortified.

"Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, of course I'm okay with it!" he slides his fingers down your arm, capturing your hand inside his fist. "I really just want you to be happy. That's what's important. And you deserve to be taken care of for once instead of being stuck here with me and Sam." He reassuringly squeezes your fingers tight, but it just feels as if he's in the process of letting you go.

Slowly, you can feel your heart breaking.

You knew it... You knew Sam was wrong. Bucky isn't in love with you. Never has been. Never will be. Things are exactly the way they've always been and you're left pining after a man who doesn't want you back.

God, you feel like a idiot for getting your hopes up like that.

"Good," you nod resolutely, fighting hard to not let the heartbreak slip through your well-feigned mask. "I'm happy to hear you feel that way."

"Of course I do," he smiles solemnly.

"I should probably go get ready then..."

"Yeah," Bucky nods and lets go of you. "It's almost six."

With a sigh you hope he doesn't hear, you stand up from his bed and brush down the front of your jeans, not really sure you even want to leave his room.

He's looking up at you like a deer caught in headlights. "Have fun," he says while his hands grab the sheets underneath him, fisting the fabric. "- can't wait to hear all about it."

"Thanks, Buck," you feign a smile to match his, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, sweetheart..."

You turn around with a wave of your hand, but the smile on your face falters the minute you've turned on your heel.

You can hear his heavy breathing over the music playing in the corner, and when you reach out for the door handle, a delicate sound finally breaks the reticence between you.

"Don't go..."

At first, you're not sure if you're imagining it, but then you hear him shuffling behind you, and when you turn around and face him, he's on his feet. "Don't go on that date," he whimpers in defeat, "I'm begging you. Please... don't go."

"Bucky..."

"I'm in love with you," he says guiltily with a gulp.

Your heart stops.

"- and I can't pretend I'm okay with you going on dates when I'm not."

You're completely speechless. You want to comment on everything. Run to him and proclaim that you're his. That you've always been his. But you're nailed to the spot and all that manages to escape your lips is a tight whimper.

"- I know it's probably not what you want to hear right now..." he closes his eyes and looks as if he's in pain. "And I know I'm risking everything by telling you this," he gulps, "but I've been keeping it in for so fucking long, trying to protect our friendship. I just can't keep pretending I don't want... more. It's stupid, I know."

"Bucky, it's not stupid," you finally manage to croak and it's as if the force that've been gluing you to the spot finally lets go. "It's not," you whisper as you take a few long strides over to him, stopping right before your chests touch. "It's not stupid," you repeat and reach a hand upwards, caressing his bearded chin.

His eyes are glistening, and his breathing is coming in ragged as he searches your face. "Sweetheart," he gulps in confusion, "I don't... - what does this mean?"

"It means -" your hand reaches up so it can rake through his hair, coming to a halt on the back of his neck where you can feel the goosebumps travel through his entire body. "- that I'm in love with you too. Have been for quite some time. Since I met you, actually."

Now it's his turn to be glued to the spot.

His mouth falls a little open and you can tell by the look on his face that he's in the process of questioning everything, so you underline your confession by putting your forehead to his. "I want to be yours," you whisper and observe him closely.

At first, he tenses even harder, but then a small smile starts tugging on his lips as he finally relaxes in your arms and pulls you closer. "I want you to be mine, too," he declares sweetly as his heart blossoms in his chest. He reaches down and kisses your cheeks, your nose, your forehead.

"It's you," he whispers against your skin, "- It's always been you."

"Kiss me," you beam and almost cannot stop smiling silly when you reach up for his mouth, finally claiming the softest, most pillowy lips you've ever had the pleasure of kissing.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes friends to lovers #bucky barnes jealous

[usereddie]

i haven't been taking any of the anons seriously when they come into my inbox and start yapping on about how i clearly never cared about buddie and how i'm jumping ship and how i must hate eddie which is not only untrue but also unbelievably silly. 911 is the first fandom i've ever seen that's majority monoship. everyone ships bathena, henren, madney, and buddie only with each other and absolutely nobody else. which, hey, there is nothing wrong with that, but 911 is the exception, not the rule. in every other fandom characters are shipped with multiple people. mcu steve is shipped with tony and bucky and bucky is also shipped with sam and natasha. derek hale is shipped with stiles but also scott. dean winchester is shipped with just about every man that breathes in his direction his brother included. purity culture has its claws so deep into the 911 fandom that i think people forget so many things just aren't actually that big of a deal. there's nothing wrong with polyshipping. there's nothing wrong with liking the canon relationships and still also shipping the fanon ones. otp doesn't mean "one true pairing" for shits and giggles, once upon a time it was used to show that out of ALL the MULTIPLE DIFFERENT SHIPS, their otp was their very favorite. i think bucktommy is cute. buddie is and forever will be my otp. these are feelings that can and should coexist. fandom is not a catholic church, y'all. and you don't have to like it, nobody is forcing you to read bucktommy fics or even like them together at all, but let's not pretend that shipping a character with multiple people is weird, wrong, gross, or a new thing in any capacity.

#kinda driving me a little nuts lol #bucktommy #evan buckley #buddie #my post

[buckyalpine]

Cute

I love grumpy Bucky. I love sunshine reader. This is another ridiculous fic. Does it even make sense? Tbh no. I should have a section on my master list for utter fuckery and tom foolery. 

Bucky being offended he looks cute. He’s a tough beefy muscly super soldier so how. dare. you. 

You watched Bucky carefully as he took apart his gun, his brows furrowed as he focused on cleaning the different parts, setting each piece aside carefully so it wouldn’t get misplaced (after cursing under his breath when one part rolled under the couch) Every so often his tongue would dart out the harder he focused, completely in his own world. It was adorable. 

“You look so cute” You giggled, setting your book down while he narrowed his eyes at you frowning. Did you just call him cute? How dare you. Bucky thought of himself as many things but cute? Absolutely not. 

“M’not cute” He mumbled, internally retching at the word, shaking his head while you rolled your eyes, ignoring his grumpy staring. 

“Yes you are” You stated, shrugging like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You grabbed your book, deciding to make yourself some tea, leaving the super soldier utterly perplexed over what the hell was wrong with you. Bucky stared at you while you getting up to go to the kitchen, he’d never been so offended. 

Bucky didn’t understand you. You were the newest member of the team, he’d only really interacted with you on missions. You never seemed to hold back your tongue, always complimenting others with random statements. You were always sweet to everyone. Smiling. Bubbly. Happy. Kind of like sunshine in a bottle. 

That didn’t excuse what you just said to him. 

Cute. 

Cute was what you used to describe puppies and ducklings and kittens. He was 6′4 with a metal arm, a trained assassin and super solider. How. Dare. You. He lifted his shirt up, inspecting his abs, all 6 of them right there. 

Cute. 

Except it didn’t stop there. 

Everyone sat together for movie night, you sat in your designated corner of the couch; everyone sitting in their favorite spots, munching on snacks, cuddled up with blankets. You smiled at the way Bucky had curled up on the large bean bag, his soft Henley stretched over his broad chest and thick arms. He snored softly, half asleep, occasionally blinking at the screen before closing his eyes again.  

“Oh he looks so cuddly!” You whispered, while Sam’s face twisted in confusion to see what the hell it was you were looking at. His eyes grew wide when he realized you were looking at Bucky, shaking his head while you continued to admire him. 

“You think the killing staring machine looks cuddly?” 

“Very much so” You nodded, draping him with a fuzzy blanket before going back to the movie, smiling when you saw him snuggle into it, falling asleep immediately. 

Bucky wasn’t sure if he dreamt someone calling him cuddly or if it really happened but he was some how more offended than before. He was pure muscle. Metal and muscle. How does one look at him and think of cuddling. 

No. 

“M’not cuddly” He grumbled half in his sleep, before burying his face into the bean bag, going back to sleep. You snickered at his antics, going back to the movie while the rest of the team quietly eyed you both. 

It didn’t stop there either. 

You sat on the stool at the kitchen island, eating some berries while Bucky and Steve walked in after training. Steve smiled at you while Bucky quietly made his way around the kitchen to get his coffee, he didn’t know why his heart started to do this weird jumpy thing around you, it was probably a defect of some sort, he’d make an appointment with Bruce soon. 

It had been a while since he shaved, his beard had grown fuller and his hair was a little fluffier. You thought it made him look soft, paired off with his size, he looked like he’d give the most warm hugs. 

“He’s like a teddy bear” You said, more to yourself but both men heard, given they both had enhanced hearing. Steve smirked to himself while you continued to munch on your snack, unaware Bucky was deeply blushing, stirring an empty mug, now utterly distracted because of you. 

“Teddy bear y/n?” Steve gave you a pointed look while you nodded. 

“Yeah, he looks so huggable like he’d give the best hugs” You hopped off your stool, making your way over to where Bucky was standing. He froze while you smiled up at him, your sweet face making his insides melt. Wait, since when did he think your face was sweet- “Look”

“Y/n, I don’t think thats a good-

Before Steve could finish, you walked over, wrapping your arms around Bucky’s waist, resting your head on his chest. Bucky’s body moved on its own, wrapping his arms around you, enveloping you into the warmest, safest hug you’d ever felt. You lost yourself for a moment, nuzzling yourself into his chest while he squeezed you tighter, holding you close to him, secretly hoping you wouldn’t let go. 

Steve’s soul nearly left his body, staring at you both, his best friend practically rocking you while you were in complete bliss, clearly reluctant to ever let go. You soon realized you had been hugging him for longer than necessary, letting go while Steve watched you both with a shit eating grin on his face. 

“See? Good hugs” You quickly pulled back as if nothing happened, grabbing your things and leaving the kitchen. Bucky turned back to his mug, diligently stirring, ignoring the way his heart was beating out of his chest, ready to escape. 

“The mug is empty punk” Steve snorted while Bucky groaned, his cheeks pink while he filled his cup this time. What had you done to him. 

Ever since you called Bucky cute, he’s been sneaking glances of himself in the mirror. 

Was he cute?

He carefully inspected his features; if the sweetest person on the planet said he was cute then he had to be true. You also called him cuddly. And huggable. 

Ever since the team made note of your exchanges, they’ve been having a field day with it. 

“Rogers, you’ll be paired with Romanoff and Barnes who is not cute, will go with Wilson” Tony stated, snickering to himself over the way Bucky stared at him. 

“I am cute” He pouts, grabbing his gear at making his way to the jet. 

“Yeah, based on what tinman”

“Y/n said so” he shrugged, while everyone else watched carefully, wondering how much longer it’d take for you both to get together.

*****

You made your way to the kitchen, passing by Bucky and Steve, both men sitting on the touch watching some documentary on something you’d probably fall asleep to. Bucky watched you carefully, wondering what you’d say about him this time, his heart hoping you’d come and sit with them while you went to grab a snack. 

You weren’t sure if Bucky actually liked you or not, you decided to give him some space since they’d just gotten back from a mission, quietly sitting off to the side while Steve rolled his eyes watching Bucky ignore the TV, sneaking glanced at you instead. 

“Y/n, your cute cuddly huggable teddy bear’s been waiting for you to-Ooof” 

You looked up to find Bucky smothering Steve with a cushion, only to have Steve wiggle his way out, scrambling away on all fours before finding his footing and running off, cackling to himself. You felt your face heat up, making your way over and plopping on the couch beside Bucky, both of you inching closer and closer until your thighs brushed against his.  

“I-I think you’re cute too” He blushed, smiling while you tucked yourself by his side, sighing contently at his warmth. He hesitantly put his arm around you, pulling you closer, “and you’re really huggable” He pressed a soft kiss onto your cheek. “and I like you” 

You giggled, snuggling up with him, grinning when you looked up at him, his perfect puppy eyes gazing back down at you. 

“I told you, you were cute” 

Somewhere down the hall

“CUTE GRUMPY CUDDLY TEDDY BEAR AND SUNSHINE ARE FINALLY TOGETHER” 

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[brnesblogposts]

movie night with the avengers

pairing avengers x reader

warnings: none!

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" UH.. THE MICROWAVE IS ON FIRE"

I turn around and to my surprise Peter has set the microwave on fire. Steve quickly grabs the extinguisher and puts it out.

"Peter, you know you're not supposed to use kitchen appliances unsupervised" I say jokingly and he gives me the finger in response.

"STEVE DID YOU SEE THAT?! SPIDERBOY JUST SWORE AT ME." Steve just gives me a stern look that screams annoyance and walks out with his salad

"how are you an avenger, you can't even make popcorn without burning the compound down" O I tease peter.

"July 27th last sum-"

"LA LA LA LA LA" I cover my ears with my hands. a horrible day that was. the guys haven't stopped talking about it since. "truce?" I say to Peter with pleading eyes and he nods

"truce, if you agree to tell Mr. Stark that this was pietro's fault.." I put my hand out and we shook on it.

As Peter and I go into the movie room with a fresh bowl of unburnt popcorn that we made using an old popcorn maker I found, everyone looks up

"What took you guys so long?!" Clint snickers as he takes a handful of popcorn

"Oh you know us, always losing track of time by talking, Y/n is such a blabber mouth" I hold my hand over my heart as if deeply hurt.

"Totally off topic but we need a new microwave." I say to tony

"What did you guys do." He spat out, rolling his eyes

"WE.." I say using my hands to gesture between Peter and I "..didn't do anything!" and Peter adds on, "Pietro set the microwave on fire, he sped away before I could confront him."

Peter is a horrible liar.

"I know you're lying parker, your voice goes all high and squeaky when you lie. luckily for you i'm a billionaire, I can buy a new microwave. it's coming out of your allowance though."

"Mr Stark I don't have an allowance-" Peter looks perplexed

"Exactly." Tony says back.

We both placed the popcorn bowls on the table and took our places in our seats, "what're we watching tonight?" Kate asks with a mouthful of popcorn

"13 going on 30!" Bucky says and everyone looks at him with a raised eyebrow

"REALLY?!" Sam says, "Buck if I have to watch one more romcom with you.." Bucky just shrugs.

"I like that movie, Matt is kinda cute" Natasha says

"..He looks so much like Bruce it's uncanny" I say while raising an eyebrow at her.

"He’s a handsome fella" Bruce shrugs and everyone laughs at his quip

"I think we should watch The Truman Show" Loki voices and everyone comes to an agreement.

“I've always felt like him you know, like i'm in some sort of movie" I didn't mean to say that out loud but I did and everyone looked at me all weird..

"You're funny" Scott laughed a little. I brushed it off and settled into my seat as the movie started

"If I ever had a movie made after me i'd want that RDJ guy to play me" Tony said as everyone was looking at the movie, we all burst out laughing, "you're all so mean to me." Tony said with a frown.

we all watched the movie and had a good time.

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[evansbby]

Pretty please give us a lil something like a drabble of Steve and Omega with Steve Jr??? Maybe cuddling their floofy baby? Please🥹

Oh I love this idea! I debated posting this drabble bc it’s so out of character for Steve… but he’s drunk so I think it’s alright! Enjoy!

Warnings: inebriation, alcohol mention, daddy kink, a/b/o dynamics, fluff

The strong whiff of beer, whiskey and cigarettes hits you almost immediately when the door opens. You instinctively clutch Steve Junior close to your chest, cowering back as the foreboding, 6’6 frame of your alpha stumbles into the room.

“Baby,” Steve slurs, grabbing you and pulling you into him with so much force that he knocks himself back, taking you with him. Both of you crash land on his bed, you on top of him with his arms locked around you as he rubs his nose against yours, “Whoops. Hi.”

You swallow, wrinkling your nose at the strong scent of alcohol radiating off of him, not to mention how dilated his pupils are. Steve had gone to some frat party with his friends (he’d told you to come too but you’d luckily managed to persuade him that you had too much work — which wasn’t even a lie). Clearly, he’d had quite a bit to drink (and smoke, based on his smell).

“You’re drunk.” You say it almost cautiously, a feeling of dread spreading in your chest. Distant memories surface, the smell of alcohol reeking off your mother’s boyfriends, the anger and fear that followed.

“And you’re cute.” Steve echoes you, kissing your nose and the side of your mouth before his glazed eyes shift to Steve Junior who you’re still clutching protectively, “Oh look, it’s your little friend. What’s his name again?”

“It’s Steve Junior.” You answer softly, the fear within you slowly being replaced by curiosity, “You’re the one who named him, Steve.”

“That’s right, Steve Junior.” He snatches the stuffie from you, the motion clunky yet still strong, and you’re too distracted by his drunken demeanour and how different it is from when he’s sober, that you don’t even notice it.

“Hey little guy,” Steve prods Steve Junior in his furry little tummy with his pointer finger, “You been taking care of your mommy while I’ve been gone?”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, your heart doing somersaults because this is so weird. Always, in your head you’d categorised alcohol as synonymous with anger and violence. But Steve’s being the complete opposite — relaxed, less stoic, less strict than normal. It’s almost fascinating to watch.

“He says yes!” Steve announces loudly despite the fact that you’re literally two inches away from him. His hand meanders down to give your ass a squeeze, “He says mommy’s been a good girl today.”

He gives you your stuffie back, and you hug the little fur-ball close to your chest, loving how Steve’s alpha scent sticks to Steve Junior’s fur. Meanwhile, Steve grabs your face, raining kisses all over your cheeks, nose and forehead. He’s never been this affectionate with you before, and you don’t know whether any moment he’s going to shift gears…

“Have you been good today, omega?”

You nod quickly, “Y-Yes daddy— I mean Steve. Did all your laundry and ironed your clothes for tomorrow too. I also made some pasta if you’re hungry, it’s in the fridge.” That is, if Bucky or Sam haven’t eaten it, you think to yourself sourly. They’re always eating the food you make — which you wouldn’t even mind if only they weren’t so mean to you all the time.

Steve strokes your hair softly, blue eyes fixed unblinkingly on you, “My perfect baby omega,” he croons softly, and you don’t think you’ve ever heard him say anything so softly, “So perfect for me…” He looks down at Steve Junior seriously, “What do you think, bud? Isn’t mommy perfect?”

Steve Junior’s coal black eyes stare coolly back at Steve, unwavering and unblinking, but Steve nods drunkenly anyways, his own blue eyes suddenly widening in glee, “Ha! You hear that? He just told me that he thinks you’re fucking sexy.”

It’s a ridiculous conversation, but you can’t help but indulge both him and yourself. And it’s so crazy how, for the first time in a long time, you feel kind of lighthearted. Your mouth drops open, “He didn’t say that! He’s my baby.”

The mischievous glint in Steve’s eye is almost instantaneous, and he flips the two of you over, pinning you against the mattress, his hard crotch grinding into you, “Want me to give you a real baby?”

You swallow, “I… uh —”

“You’d be even sexier when you’re pregnant.” He continues, and you have no idea what to say when he says things like this. Not that you’re able to say anything at all because the feel of him steadily humping against you has you going weak in the knees and dry in the throat.

“Wouldn’t she, Steve Junior? Wouldn’t mommy be even sexier when she’s pregnant?” He makes the stuffie nod his head, “See? Even our baby agrees.”

Despite the subject matter, you can’t help the butterflies that flutter in your chest at Steve’s light tone, the way he’s talking to your stuffie, the way he said “our baby.” Sober Steve is many things, but silly and playful is not really one of them…

Steve yawns, burying his face in your neck and taking a deep whiff, his body almost immediately relaxing on top of you, “Mmm, can’t wait to knock you up. My perfect little wife…”

He falls asleep like that, on top of you with his arms wrapped around you and face firmly in the nape of your neck, with Steve Junior sandwiched between your bodies. Shyly, hesitantly, you reach up to card your fingers through his blond hair. He looks peaceful and so much less intimidating when he’s asleep.

Maybe he’ll be nice like this all the time now! The omega inside you screeches happily. And you can imagine it: his softness, the laidback jokes, the sweetness, the way he’d spoken to Steve Junior. You can’t help but get giddy, falling asleep holding onto both your alpha and your stuffie, hope swirling in your chest.

A girl could dream, right?

***

The end! What do we think? Oh boy… this makes Steve Junior’s fate all the sadder🫣

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

ahhh i love the even better image of big stevie sprawled on top of bucky with his mouth slightly open its so endearing 😭😭 thinking about avengers movie nights but steve accidentally falls asleep, so bucky pulls him into his lap and carries him toward their bedroom one-handed after the movie 🥺 everyone around them is going *cuteness overload* 🤯💥 i wish i'd have the strength to carry a stevie to my bedroom but thankfully bucky does that job for me 😌

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Right?!

There's honestly nothing sweeter I can think of for big Steve. He's the sweetest boy <3

Oh my god, yeah. Yes. Absolutely.

Steve falls asleep with his head on Bucky's shoulder with his head and neck at a weird angle, his mouth more open than normal, leading to his snores being louder, less whiffling, and Sam is immediately on like, like, hol' up, Steve snores? Steve snores? Oh. This is great ammunition for teasing. Captain America. The peak of human... peaks. That guy? He snores? And Bucky huffs, denying it, Steve doesn't snore, he just makes these sweet little sounds, it's different, okay? And he's pulling Steve into his lap instead, rearranging him so he's at a more natural angle and his snores go back to those little whiffling, soft snore sounds.

When Sam keeps teasing about it, Bucky decides not only will he not stand for this, but he will not let Steve wake up for this, so he just... picks Steve up and leaves as if he doesn't weigh over two hundred pounds.

Sam's heart might melt a little at the pair they make like that, though. Steve is Bucky's arms. Steve's head nuzzled into Bucky's neck, softly snoring.

It's cute.

Fine.

It's cute.

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[buckysfaveplum]

pretty boy

summary: it's hard to focus on the task at hand when the assassin on team cap is highly captivating

pairing: bucky barnes x opinokinesis! female reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: literally just fluff, cute nervous blushing bucky, peter does try to flirt with reader but she just kinda laughs it off

a/n: this is based off this post right here by @rottenstyx !! i saw this and immediately was like yes yes i will be writting this! so all credit to them for the idea <3

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“Wow it’s so weird how you run into people at the airport, don’t you think that’s weird?” Tony asked, his mask shield opening to reveal his smug look.

“Totally weird,” Rodney said.

You chuckled as you watched the interaction from behind a parked helicopter. Tony advised you to hide, and only come out if things began to escalate. 

You’d hoped it’d never get to this point. When Ross came to the compound with those papers, you never could’ve imagined it’d end with your only family split down the middle. Half refusing to sign and half wanting to be held accountable. You fell on the latter.

When Tony said he was going to bring in Steve’s friend, you insisted on joining. Steve was one of your closest friends, more like a brother. You knew how much it crushed him when you signed The Accords. How much of a betrayal he saw it as. But you had to disagree. 

You never wanted to hurt his friend. You were there when SHIELD fell, when the helicarriers exploded, when the Winter Soldier dragged Steve from the river. Barnes was a victim, you knew that. You had sympathy for the man. But running away would get you all nowhere.

Steve rambled on about some psychiatrist and how he had orchestrated the entire debacle the team had found themselves in. Your interest peaked, trying to listen in and hear him out. Maybe he was right, maybe this was a misunderstanding and you could all talk it out.

Before Steve could finish, you saw a tall figure dressed in a black suit leap out from the trucks behind him. Suddenly, you were on your feet. Rushing to provide backup as the men exchanged false pleasantries. 

“Y/n,” Steve said. It was kind, no malice present as he watched you stand beside Tony. A somber and bittersweet smile spread across his face.

“Hi Steve,” you said.

Your focus fizzled as they went at it. Your eyes darted around the lot, taking in all the cars, planes, jets, and helicopters. Every nook and cranny of the space had to be accounted for. Tony wasn’t dumb enough to confront Steve alone, why else would you be there? No doubt Steve had the same thoughts.

Your eyes narrowed in on the large glass windows of the building behind Captain America. A pair of red goggles caught your attention. With a deep breath, you focused, allowing your sight to harden and zoom in on the figure. A blue haze clouded the outskirts of your peripherals as your vision became clear. Up on the top level of the building stood Sam, Redwing close behind him. Beside him was a man you’d only caught quick glimpses of. James Buchanan Barnes, Steve’s best friend, the Winter Solider. 

The last time you saw the man he was someone else. Dressed in harsh layers of leather, an assortment of guns strapped to his person, and a thick mask covering half of his face. Your chest tightened as you took him in now. You couldn’t put it into words, but he looked different. A good different.

You felt your focus being pulled back to the task at hand when you heard Tony begin to shout.

“Underoos!” He shouted.

You watched as Steve’s shield was yanked from his hands by a thick stream of web fluid. A flash of red and blue flew by, encasing his forearms and hands in the same material before landing on a cart with a flourish.

“Nice job, kid!” Tony said.

Tony had mentioned to you that he had a little bit of backup you wouldn’t know. But this was something else.

The “kid” before you began to ramble, his young voice slipping out as he thanked Tony for his new suit. You muffled your chuckle with your hand as you watched the two go at it, the boy showing just how starstruck he was.

“Cap-Captain, big fan. Spiderman,” he said, gesturing to himself. Tony continued to try to refocus the kid, but he seemed too awestruck. He continued to wave and greet everyone before his attention fell on you.

“Wow, you’re Dark Room,” the kid said as he gestured to you. Behind the mask, you just knew he was gawking. You couldn’t bite back your giggle as the boy stammered.

“You’re so cool, like one of my favorites!” he said.

“Thanks, kid,” you said, shooting him a friendly smile.

Spiderman continued to ramble on- how you were so cool and pretty, and had the best powers. You just rolled your eyes and smirked. The kid was a charmer. Tony seemed to be done, however.

“Okay, you can annoyingly flirt with her later. Just, good job,” he said, finally silencing the boy. You chuckled, shifting your focus back to the fight you never was coming.

-

You raced through the empty airport, chasing after Sam and Barnes as fast as you could. You knew the others had their hands full on the tarmac, someone had to stop Barnes from escaping. Spiderman was almost too eager to join you.

Finally catching them on the top floor, you paused as you watch Spiderman smash in through the window, knocking the two men down. With a small laugh, you made your way over. Just in time to catch some more of that Spiderman chatter.

“Whoa, you have a metal arm? That’s awesome dude!” He said, stopping Barnes’ fist with his hand.

“Kid!” You said, trying to get him to focus. Before you could reach him, you saw Sam begin to swoop in behind him.

“Don’t worry Ms, I’ve got this all hand-” he couldn’t finish before Sam flew in and snatched him from the ground. You could hear his snarky comments as Sam dragged him further through the airport.

While the two continued their spat, you paused in front of Barnes. For the first time, you could get a good look at him. He was tall, taller than you remembered. A good bit of stubble speckled across his jawline. No, you couldn’t even call it stubble. More like a soft beard. 

His hair was the same as before, but frankly more fluffy and smooth. His expression was soft and less harsh than last time. But his eyes drew you in the most. So vibrant and wide. Taking in the fight as if the assassin had never seen one before. You scoffed, pulling his attention from the two fighting to you. His eyes roamed over you, head to toe, scanning you in his mind. Finally, he landed on your face, his eyes locking with yours. You prayed he didn’t catch your eyes glow from nerves. Damn, he was cute.

“Barnes, right?” You said, slowly walking over to him. You could see the anxiety written across his face as he took a small step back.

“And who are you?” he asked.

“Oh, you don’t know? I’m the girl you kicked in the ribs three years ago,” you said, with a smirk. Realization seemed to wash over him as if he was recalling thievery day right before your eyes.

“I’m sorry, that wasn’t…I’m sorry,” he said. You continued to close in on him. “But I don’t do that stuff anymore.”

“Fair,” you said, stopping in your pursuit. He seemed to relax for a minute as your steps paused. “I mean that’s not what you’ll remember me for anyways.”

“What will I remember you for”

“Being the girl who drags your ass into custody,” before he could process what he said, you swung. 

He dunked, narrowly avoiding your shot and backing away. Before you could make another move, he dove for your leg. His metal arm shot out, trying to knock you off your feet. He wasn’t quick enough for you, though. Suddenly his arm froze, twitching by your calf.

“What the hell?” he asked, trying to move his arm. He looked up to see the strong yellow glow emitted from your iris’ as you smirked at him. 

“What? You didn’t think you were the only Hydra experiment, did you?” you said, smiling at him. His eyes were lost, looking at you again trying desperately to remember you. Digging through the jumbled mess of memories in his hand, hoping something would come up. He had to have known you.

“How are you doing this?” he asked, his look that of curiosity rather than fear. The emotion you were often met with. “Sensory manipulation. Sick huh?” you said with a smile. Before he could respond, you released his arm and gave him a soft kick in the chest, sending him back on his ass.

Barnes was quick to his feet, about to come back at you when a large sign fell from above you. You froze as the thick purple-colored steel came crashing down. Your feet were suddenly lifted from the floor, your body falling back away from the destruction. Two strong arms were wrapped around you, pinning you to the ground. Looking up, you saw Barnes.

Gently, he eased you to the floor, removing his arms from around you. You were stunned, lost for words. This was the same man who had bombed the UN just days before? You were pulled from your daze when you caught his cheeky smile.

Just as fast as he had saved you, he was gone. Racing off in the direction of Sam and Spiderman. You gathered yourself fast, jumping to your feet and brushing yourself off. Your legs carried you after him, as quickly as they could.

His thick silver arm grabbed some of the debris of the sign that had just tried to crush you. With precise aim, he launched the debris at Spiderman. The kid latched onto a nearby beam with his web fluid, just dodging the shot.

As you began to catch up to Barnes, ready to avenge yourself, you heard the kid shouting.

“Hey buddy I think you lost this!” he said. 

You spotted Barnes hiding behind a pole, slowly peering out in surveillance. You stopped yourself as you saw the large debris flying straight back into the pole. Quickly, you ducked to the side to avoid the collision. Barnes ran, the sign smashing the pole behind him in sparks. 

“Hey kid!” you shouted in annoyance as you got up. You spotted him perched on another beam up by the ceiling.

“Oh sorry, Ms! Didn’t see you there. I didn’t mean to hit your pretty face,” he said, frantically. When Sam came up behind him to knock him down, you almost chuckled. Somewhat deserved. 

The two continued at it, Spiderman ultimately pinning Sam down by his arms against a railing. You caught sight of Barnes once again, giving the kid a nod of agreement as you went after him.

“He likes you, huh?” Barnes asked as you ran at him, swinging with a hard fist. You missed, him grabbing your arm and yanking you away from him. You flipped out of his hold, gaining your footing before charging back at him. Your eyes glowed as you focused on his hearing. The man was quickly doubling over, hands over his ears as he tried to stop the ringing you sent through his ears. While he was down, you ran up and kicked him down. Your hands found his, pinning him to the linoleum flooring below you.

“Jealous, pretty boy?” you asked, leaning in.

“Of a kid? I don’t think so,” he said. Your guard was down as you stared at his spirited blue eyes. Before you knew what was happening, you were on your back and Barnes was running towards Sam.

A crash caught your attention. You shook yourself off, stumbling up as you made your way to just below where Spiderman was perched. From your spot under the pole, you smirked, looking down to take in the kid’s work. A floor below you, surrounded by smashed glass, Sam and Barnes were stuck to the floor in web fluid. This time, you couldn’t hold in your laugh, a loud giggle escaping your lips at the sight.

Behind you, you could hear Spiderman rambling before suddenly being flung out the window by Redwing. You ran up to the railing to see Sam with his hand on the control. The two men were on their backs, surrounded by debris, and still had in them to trade snide remarks.

“You two bicker like an old married couple,” you said, crossing your arms and leaning forward to rest on the railing. Barnes rolled his eyes, you just sent him your best heart eyes. 

“Please,” he said with a scoff.

“Lotta back talk from a guy who just got pinned by a teenager!” you said.

Sam signed before giving you a soft smile.

“Hey Y/n,” he said, his restrained hands giving you a small wave. You returned the gesture, taking a moment to catch up with your friend.

“Hey Sam,” you said. 

“How’s your cat?” he asked. Barnes wore a confused look on his face as he watched the two of you. Two skilled fighters mid-confrontation taking a moment to chat about a goddamn cat.

“Good. How’s your partner?” you asked, gesturing to Barnes.

“Annoying,” Sam said with a grimace of frustration.

“Maybe, but he’s cute,” you said. Barnes’ attention quickly shot to you. Making eye contact with you from his place splayed out on the floor. You just shot him a wink before taking off, making your way to the stairs.

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[ghostofskywalker]

Can I request a Bucky blurb where she’s super innocent and naive and he’s just so smitten over it?

of course!! i hope you enjoy this :)

words: 861

summary: movie night with the team gets a little more graphic than you could handle. bucky falls even more in love. 

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Escape (From Movie Night)

The two actors on the screen were starting to get pretty hot and heavy, and Bucky heard a small squeak come from the other side of the couch. He didn’t even need to turn his head to know what kind of expression you had on your face, and he couldn’t help but smile a little as he imagined the kind of shocked look you wore.

“I’m going to get some more popcorn,” you managed to say before you turned around and bolted out of the room right as the actress’ shirt came off, exposing her breasts to the camera.

Movie night was a staple in the Avengers’ compound, and Bucky usually didn’t make an appearance, but he was glad that Steve managed to drag him down to the common room this time. He hadn’t been living with the team for very long, and he had heard whispers of the way you acted any time an innuendo came up in conversation or a particularly dirty song came playing over the radio, but he had never witnessed it firsthand. Clearly you were embarrassed when it came to anything sexual, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think it was cute. He thought you were cute too, but he didn’t want anyone else to know about that. He hadn’t even been here for two months, he didn’t want you to think he was creepy or weird by making a move before he really got a chance to get to know you.

Steve turned around from his seat on the floor and gave him a knowing look. “I’ll text her when the scene is over,” he said to no one in particular, and Bucky just nodded at his friend’s words.

“What are you looking at me for?” Bucky asked quietly, hoping the others wouldn’t hear or say anything to further the conversation. Steve had always been able to read him better than anyone else, and that bastard had somehow figured out Bucky’s heightened affections for you, despite the fact that he denied any of the pressing questions that his oldest friend had thrown at him.

“I was just thinking, maybe you could go and tell her when the scene is over yourself,” Steve said, that stupid look on his face that clearly told Bucky he was planning something.

But Bucky didn’t want to take the bait and deny it, because then Sam or Tony would then get involved in the teasing, and he would never hear the end of it. “Maybe I will,” he said, staring back at Steve. “I don’t know if she took her phone anyway.”

As the words left his mouth, Bucky felt his phone buzz, and he looked down at it to see a text from Natasha on the screen.

This movie doesn’t get much more family friendly and she clearly didn’t want to watch it in the first place. Go put her out of her misery.

So either Bucky’s feelings were not as secret as he thought they were, or Steve was a lying blabbermouth, but that wasn’t the issue right now. Natasha was right, the sex scene on the TV was showing no signs of slowing down and Bucky didn’t even care enough about these characters to finish watching the film, so he just nodded and left the room, heading in the direction of the kitchen (where he guessed you were hiding out).

Sure enough, he was right. You were standing in front of the fridge, staring at the array of juices and other beverages, clearly just trying to kill time before you would have to go back into the lounge and finish the movie with the rest of the team. You turned and stared at Bucky as he walked in, a little embarrassed to have been caught in your escape. “Is it over?” you asked quietly.

Bucky shook his head. “According to Natasha, the movie kind of stays like that,” he said. “So I was wondering if you wanted to do something else instead.”

“You don’t have to entertain me,” you said, looking confused. “I’ll just go back to my room and read a book or something.”

“Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t really care about finishing that movie either?” he asked. “If you want to be alone I’ll leave you be, but I don’t want you to think I was sent out here to babysit you.”

Bucky could see a small smile cross your face at his words, and you nodded. “Alright,” you responded, finally closing the fridge door and turning to look at him. “Have you ever stargazed from the roof of the compound before?”

He shook his head, hoping that this conversation would keep going in the way he hoped. “I can’t say that I have.”

“Come on then,” you said, walking over to him and grabbing his hand as you led him towards the elevator. The smile on your face was the biggest one he’d ever seen you wear, and he immediately decided that he’d like to see it as often as possible.

This was already so much better than sitting through the rest of that movie.

- the end -

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[buckrecs]

2022 Bucky Barnes Fic Rec 2

masterlist | req masterlist

All of them are COMPLETE Series.

✨ - fav fics

Status - Complete

1. through his eyes by @sebbytrash

Bucky x Reader

Bucky arrives at the compound to start afresh but you and him have a somewhat colorful past, colorful being that you met him once before as The Winter Soldier and it did not go well. New beginnings, yeah? If you can learn to forgive.

2. pastel colors by @the-canary

Teacher!Bucky x Librarian!Reader

If only the cute teacher would stop pestering you for a pen.

3. appointment by @buckycuddlebuddy

TFATWS!Bucky x Reader

bucky barnes, finally being able to live freely in 21st century, accidentally gets a fuck buddy and starts to rediscover himself. the only weird thing about this situation is that you have to make an appointment to get railed by him.

4. my eyes by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

Steve is a good man, America’s golden boy, a hero. He’s Captain America for christ’s sake! So it’s normal to want what he has… right? Bucky knows he doesn’t deserve her. He doesn’t even deserve the second chance at life he’s been given. But Bucky can never let him know. Steve can never find out that his friend is in love with his best girl.

5. hard feelings by @gayouijaboard

Bucky x Mutant!Reader

You’re a mutant born with the ability to read and feel other people’s emotions. Steve thinks this means you can help Bucky figure out his triggers and learn to communicate what he’s feeling, but no one ever said he was planning on making your job easy.

7. just one kiss by @sarahwroteathing✨

Bucky x Reader 40’s AU

Bucky Barnes has been chasing after you since he was ten years old, but you’re determined not to give in. How long can you hold out when all he’s asking for is just one kiss?

8. FATWS series by @cjsinkythoughts

TFATWS!Bucky x Avengers!Reader

Series based on the show

9. that summer by @tellmealovestory

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You’ve spent every summer since you were a child in the idyllic beach town that you call home three months out of the year. This summer should be no different except for the addition of Bucky Barnes. Sparks fly upon first meeting, but it’s only a summer fling, right?

10. hey neighbor by @moonbeambucky

Neighbor!Bucky x Reader

You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

11. snow by @delaber ✨

Bucky x Reader

Tired of your constant bickering, Sam sends you and Bucky on a mission alone. When the worst possible outcome happens and you’re forced to spend several days together in a small cabin, you finally get to see a different, more pleasurable side to the man whose flesh you’ve always had a thorn in.

12. vacant mirrors by @whirlybirbs ✨

Bucky x Reader

shit’s been rough. shit was rough even before the blip. dr. hart shares an office with dr. raynor, and you share with waiting room with bucky barnes. set before tfatws; a friends-to-lovers, slowburn, eventual smut.

13. the cupcake guy by @nacho-bucky

Baker!Bucky x Reader Modern AU

Baking has become Bucky’s creative outlet, and the root of his recovery. He’d love to launch it into a full-time job, but he needs a good partner -- business, and...you know...kissy-kissy.

14. as it was by @heli0s-writes

Bucky x Reader, past Steve x Reader

Sam warned him when he arrived at the compound, returned to the timeline he ran from: It’s different now, she doesn’t do the superhero thing anymore, she’s got another life now, but he wouldn’t listen. He can’t. He must hope that some things are the same, that your love is the same.  

15. choosing us by @itsanerdlife

Single Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

You were content with your life. The way your life was. Till you take on the Barnes Twins. Kindergarten’s worst nightmares.Epic love wasn’t in your cards. Fate didn’t deal you in, this lifetime. Till James, aka Bucky, Barnes sets his sights on you. It’s not right, you can’t. Right?Love doesn’t have a timeline. There is no set amount of time to tell you what you feel. For the way things progress when you fall in love. Can you get everything you ever wanted with Bucky and his boys, or is it just too fast?  

16. looking for a heartbeat by @justreadingfics

Bucky x Reader

You and Bucky used to be in a relationship. Feelings were hurt, you left. Now,  it’s been two years and you’re back. You both will handle the reunion well, won’t you?

17. burn the witch by @dreamwritesimagines ✨

Bucky x Spy!Reader

There’s a thin line between mission and love, and spies aren’t allowed to cross that line.

18. the lost husband by @whitestarbucky

Bucky x Reader Country AU

Starting again was never easy. Recently widowed, you now have to start this process over in a place you once called home. Staying with an old family friend seemed like the simple solution. Until a blast from the past comes back into your life, stirring up long lost memories. Whether you’re ready for them or not.

19. life as we know it by @whitestarbucky ✨

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

You had never disliked a person more than Bucky Barnes. But as the universe would have it, you were stuck with him. Under the same roof now after the tragic passing of your two best friends, their child was yours to take care of. With a complicated past plus raising a toddler, you both find yourselves needing to confront a few things before it tears the only family Sarah Rogers has left, apart.

20. merry & married by @sunriserose1023

Bucky x Reader Modern AU

It’s been almost a year since the most humiliating moment of your life. You’ve done your best to move on—by literally moving across the country, starting a new job, and you’re finally starting to feel settled. That, of course, is when your bubblehead cousin sends you the invitation to her wedding—which is exactly one year to the day that you were left at the altar. You have to go, but you don’t have to go alone.

21. have I made you uncomfortable? by @marveliskindacool

Bucky x Reader

you and Bucky hate each other. or do you? (enemies to lovers)

22. recruit by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Bucky x Enhanced!Reader

Fury gives Bucky a simple mission that’s also guaranteed to be impossible. But Bucky refuses to give up.

23. stable by @revengingbarnes

Bucky x Reader Bookstore AU

Bucky Barnes. Owner of one of the only three bookstores in town. Quiet. Shy. Peace-loving and reserved. Bucky’s life has been one big routine. Nothing is out of place. Nothing is out of the ordinary.

24. the lucky one by @avengerofyourheart

Bucky x Single mom!Reader

As a single mom with a jerk of an ex-husband, you’re doing your best to run the family business all on your own when your mother hires a mysterious man with a troubled past to help out. He just might be what you need in your life, but will his secrets bring you together or tear you apart? (Events occur shortly after Captain America: The Winter Soldier)

25. catch me by @buckyywiththegoodhair

Bucky x Reader

In which a bet leads Bucky to have to catch you every day for a week, no matter what.

26. one’s promised by @invisibleanonymousmonsters ✨

Winter Soldier!Bucky x Pierce!Reader

Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all… if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

27. the five times bucky saved you.. by @buckysknifecollection

Bucky x Avengers!Reader

You have a special bond with Bucky. He's more than your best friend, your partner in missions, the person you care most about. He often saved you from uncomfortable situations, always ready to protect you, but sometimes, you are the one who did the saving.

28. howlin’ for you by @invisibleanonymousmonsters

Biker!Bucky x Reader

When Y/N gets an unreal deal on her first home, she wonders why her neighbor scared away all the other buyers. Despite being cautious, she wonders why the town has given Bucky Barnes a bad name.

29. supernova by @whitestarbucky

Bucky x Widow!Reader

A supernova happens where there is a change in the core, or center, of a star. As the star runs out of nuclear fuel, some of its mass flows into its core. Eventually, the core is so heavy that it cannot withstand its own gravitational force. The core collapses, which results in the giant explosion of a supernova. Bucky never thought he could witness this beautiful tragedy in his lifetime. Until he met you.

30. relationship tutor by @samingtonwilson ✨

Bucky x Reader College AU

a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.

#bucky barens fic rec #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fic #dad!bucky #teacher!bucky #tfatws!bucky #bucky x mutant!reader #40s!bucky #bucky barnes modern au #neighbor!bucky #baker!bucky #single dad!bucky #bucky barnes x teacher!reader #husband!bucky #bucky barens x enhanced!reader #bucky barnes x single mom!reader #winter soldier!bucky #winter soldier smut #bucky barnes x poc!reader #biker!bukcy #bucky barnes x widow!reader #bucky barnes college au

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Here is a list of various spooky fics I've made that I like, whether I made them for Halloween or they're just fun horror. Enjoy! 🎃 👻 🦇

Canon Compliant/Divergent:

Tarot Cards and Sleepy Time Tea | Rated: T | WC: 1.1K | Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Slice of Life |

What Lived in the Woods | Rated: G | WC: 1.1K | Fun Uncles, Eastern Screeching Owl, Domestic Fluff |

What Do You Think, Mr. America? | Rated: E | WC: 1.1K | Crack Treated Seriously, Established Relationship, Costumes |

ESCAPE TO WAKANDA | Rated: E | WC: 41K | Zombie AU, Post: CATWS, WITH Something Angsty This Way Comes |

Before You Go | Rated: M | WC: 1.6K | Dark and Stormy Night, Post CATWS, Pre-Relationship |

Canary in the Coal Mine | Rated: M | WC: 28K | Kid Fic, Vampire Apocalypse, Time Travel | (Part two is still in progress, don't worry, I'm working on it)

Sam-O'-Lantern | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Pumpkins, Getting Together, Dorks in Love |

The Most Important Thing in Anyone's Life | Rated: T | WC: 3.3K | That Weird Louboutin Comic, Movie Night, Forgotten Romantic Halloween Traditions |

Taste Test | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Situationship, Candy, And They Were Roommates |

Just One Night | Rated: M | WC: 1.5K | Post CATWS, Club Fic, Meet-Cute Two: Werewolf Boogaloo |

Fantasy and Sci-Fi AU:

Summoning the Seelie King | Rated: T | WC: 1.6K | Fairy AU, Strangers to Lovers, Summoning |

Midnight Lover | Rated: E | WC: 3.7K | Vampire AU, Bittersweet, Demisexual Sam Wilson |

my mind has changed my body’s frame (but, god, I like it)  | Rated: E | WC: 9.1K | Werewolf AU, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together |

Impractical Magic | Rated: M | WC: 10.7K | Practical Magic AU, Curses, Witch Sam Wilson |

A Feast of a Man | Rated: M | WC: 4.1K | Incubus Sam Wilson, Asexual Sam Wilson, Dorks in Love |

come along now (run away) | Rated: M | WC: 10.7K | Fairy Bucky Barnes, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Romance and Action |

every time it rains (you're here in my head) | Rated: M | WC: 9.7K | Paranormal Investigator Sam Wilson, Haunted House, Getting Togther|

Paint the Town Red | Rated: T | WC: 3.4K | Sorcerer Supreme Sam Wilson, Demon Bucky Barnes, Urban Legends |

No Powers AU:

Totally Would Kiss Him | Rated: E | WC: 2.8K | College AU, Dorks in Love, Crack Treated Seriously |

Can't Stand Him | Rated: M | WC: 10.6K | Childhood Rivals to Friends to Lovers, Costume Contest, Crack Treated Seriously |

#sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky fic #zombie au #vampire au #fairy au #werewolf au #crack treated seriously #getting together #friends to lovers #domestic fluff #halloween #sambucky halloween fic list

[late-to-the-party-81]

Of Pianos and Mischief

AN: You know when you have an idea for a fic, and then that idea grows, and then you think “I could link this to a story I wrote last year”? Well, that!

This can be read as a follow-up to the story I wrote for BBB 2022 - Polyamory

Beta’d by BritBrit99

Likes are loved, reblogs are golden

Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo Fills - 

@buckybarnesbingo K4 - Playing an instrument

@stuckybingo I2 - Loki

@steverogersbingo C4 - Loki

Master list | BBB Master list | Stucky Bingo Master List | SRB Master list

Summary: Just a normal day for Sam and his two super soldier boyfriends, sketching, reading and wondering how the hell Bucky has managed to smuggle a piano into his room….

Relationship: Steve x Bucky x Sam

Word count: 1.7k

CW: Sam Wilson PoV, Domestic fluff, boys in love, Bucky Barnes recovering, Protective Steve, Protective Sam, Snarky Loki.

Sam had known that when he decided to follow his heart and accept the love of not one, but two, centenarian supersoldiers, that he wasn’t picking the easy path. But when had he ever picked ‘easy’? Every day was a challenge of some description and today was no exception. He should have known that something was coming when it started off so calmly.

Bucky had gone out to the shops this morning, coming home with a secret bag of ‘who knows what’ and was now ensconced  in his room, apparently working on a ‘special project’. Sam and Steve knew by now to just let him be - he’d tell them when he was ready. However, it had been while they were waiting in the living room, Steve randomly sketching and doodling at one end of the sofa and Sam trying to make his way through The Hobbit on Bucky’s recommendation at the other, feet tangled together, that they heard a sound that just cemented in Sam’s mind that his life would never be straight forward.

A piano. 

They could hear a piano being played in Bucky’s room. Steve’s eyes had lit up, obviously recognising the melody that was being played rustily from behind the closed door, but Sam’s first thought had just been ‘How the hell did Bucky sneak a piano into the apartment?’

“What the hell? Did you know about this Steve?” Sam turned on the sofa to look at Steve, but his blonde boyfriend now had his eyes closed, his right hand moving in time to the music, still clutching a charcoal pencil.

“He’s playing ‘Night and Day’,” Steve replied, dreamily. “He used to play this when we went down Farrell’s on the corner of 16th and 9th. The girls would hang around him, trying to get him to notice them, and if he was lucky, some of the old timers would toss a nickel in his hat. I don’t think I’ve heard him play since he shipped out.”

Sam rolled his eyes. Steve was always so sappy, which was normally endearing, but not in this instance where there were questions to be answered.

“And I’m all for it, really, but how did the piano get in our apartment? I’m guessing you didn’t help him and I sure as hell didn’t.”

At Sam’s words, Steve’s face took on a quizzical expression and, to be honest, it was pretty cute. 

“I mean, he could probably carry one in here on his own,” Steve suggested, but it was clear he didn’t really believe what he was saying, even if it was possible.

“Yeah, but without either of us noticing?” Sam countered.

“Maybe Thor helped him?” Steve offered, even less convincingly.

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head, putting his book down and shifting so he could straddle Steve’s legs and cup his jaw.

“Steve, the situation is weird and you know it.” He dropped a kiss to Steve pink, pouty lips. “Now, I’m gonna go find out what’s going on.”

He straightened and climbed off Steve’s lap. He made it two steps across the room before Steve called after him.

“Sam, wait…” Steve practically stumbled to his feet, his sketchpad and charcoal tumbling to the floor as he did so. He reached out and snagged Sam’s hand. “You know Bucky doesn’t like to be disturbed. We promised to respect that.”

Sam looked at Steve’s earnest face then at Bucky’s door and back again, and his shoulders slumped as he let out a sigh. “You’re right, but you know how much I hate mysteries.”

Suddenly a voice came from behind them.

“It’s not that mysterious, my dear New Cap.”

The two men whirled around to find a pair of blue-green eyes twinkling at them, mischievously.

Steve scowled and took a protective step forwards, fists clenched at his sides.

“Loki!”

The God of Mischief was perched atop the sideboard, legs crossed with the one underneath swinging jauntily.

“Now, now, Captain - sorry. Nomad - don’t get your star-spangled panties in a wad. I’m just here to help.”

Steve let out a low noise, which to Sam’s ear sounded like a growl. It was both surprising and sexy in equal measure.

Loki hopped down, uncaring of Steve’s posturing and took a relaxed seat on the couch.

“I know! It still comes as a surprise to me on occasion. But I will admit to having been very intrigued when the good Sargent’s missive reached me in New Asgard, asking for some assistance. I needed to see for myself the man that had caused you and Stark to fall out. I must say I wasn’t disappointed.”

“You leave Bucky alone, Loki, or so help me…” Steve took another step forward but halted and trailed off when Loki raised his hand.

“I assure you, I have no designs on ‘your Bucky’. My tastes run more to blondes who are even older than you are.”

Sam stepped around Steve, hoping to keep him from launching himself at the smirking demi-god.

“What did Bucky actually ask you to help with?”

Loki turned his head to take Sam in with an appraising look. “Finally, someone who asks the real questions. But then I’m guessing that you don’t have any ridiculous serum making you all addle-pated. You don’t seem so pompously righteous either.”

“You still don’t want to underestimate me though,” Sam quipped back, easily understanding how the others found Loki insufferable.

Loki looked at Sam, opening his mouth as if to make a retort, but then seemed to think better of it.

“Well, anyway,” he said instead, “He wanted help acquiring and secretly installing a Midgardian piano, and then adding magical sound-proofing to his room, so he could practise without either of you knowing. And as a former brainwashing victim myself, I have to admit I was very intrigued to see how he was readjusting. I can see that all it took was the love of two good men, a global pardon and a stint in Africa.”

Steve’s shoulders lost some of their tension at Loki’s explanation, but he was still far from relaxed. “So, let me get this straight - you used your magical abilities to conjure Bucky a piano?”

“My,” Loki drawled, “you really are more intelligent than you seem.”

“And you’re more of an asshole than you seem,” said Sam. “But if you also sound-proofed his room, why can we hear him playing?”

Loki smiled a toothy grin. “Well, I wouldn’t be the God of Mischief if I didn’t do the unexpected every now and again, would I?” With that he stood, brushing imaginary specks of dust from his clothes. “Anyway, it was very nice chatting with you both, but I must be going. Things to do, you know how it is.” Then, with a wave of his hand and a green flash, he disappeared.

Sam and Steve looked at each other in disbelief, still trying to work out what exactly had just happened, when Bucky’s door opened and he came strolling out. The other pair jumped in surprise and Bucky raised his brow.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “Why does Stevie look as though he’s squaring up for a fight?”

Steve looked down at his hands that were still curled into fists and unclenched them.

“I was… just… um… walking through a defensive move with Sam. Wasn’t I?” Steve looked at Sam, his blue eyes imploring. 

“Yeah, something like that,” Sam confirmed.

Bucky obviously wasn’t convinced. “Mmm-hmm? You two keep your secrets then. I won’t be offended.” He let out a mock sniff as he made his way over to the sofa, sat down, and then noticed the book on the coffee table. “Hey, Sam, you’re actually reading it. What do you think so far?”

Sam flashed Steve a look of relief that Bucky was now distracted by one of his favourite topics and went to join Bucky on the couch, curling up tight next to him. “It’s great, Buck. But you know what would be even better?”

“What, dollface?”

“If you read it to us. You agree, don’t you Steve?”

Steve smiled broadly at them both, before crossing the carpet and wedging himself down between Bucky and the opposite arm of the sofa, pulling Bucky to half lie with his back against Steve’s chest.

“Sure I do. You’ll read us a chapter, won’t you, baby?”

Bucky smiled at each of his boyfriends in turn. “Anything for you two. But afterwards you gotta tell me what was going on before I came out.”

“Only if,” Steve countered, “you tell us what you were up to in your room.”

“Deal,” said Bucky, and dropped a kiss on Steve’s lips before turning back to Sam and dropping one on his too.  “So, chapter five. Riddles in the Dark. When Bilbo opened his eyes, he wondered if he had; for it was just as dark as with them shut.”

Sam let himself relax against Bucky’s side, resting his head on his shoulder, and listened to his deep voice rumble through him. Steve’s arm rested along the back of the sofa, and the tips of his fingers, which could just about reach Sam’s head, traced lazy patterns in his short hair.

Life might not be easy and constantly filled with the unexpected, but thinking on everything else he had, Sam decided he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Tag List: @km-ffluv @wheezy-stucky @christywrites @doasyoudesireandlive

#All Caps #SamStucky #buckybarnesbingo2023 #Steve Rogers Bingo #Stucky Bingo #Steve x Bucky x Sam

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

New Girl [03]

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

(slow burn, endgame, as in you’ll be seeing some short term pairings here and then as well)

MODERN DAY AU

Word count: 3,922

Warning: toxic relationship inbound, cursing

Summary:  Life threw you a curve ball when you walked in on  your long term  boyfriend making out with someone who definitely wasn’t  you. Since  living with him was no longer an option, you’ve ventured out  at the  advice of a work friend and found the absolute perfect loft to  reside  in. The only issue?

You suddenly have four very odd roommates.

[03]: BACK UP PLAN

“So? Any fun weekend plans?”

You glanced up from the schedule you were working on to see Scott Lang leaning his hands on the table you were sitting at. He looked his usual level of mess and the small white bandage sitting under his right eye made you think of Clint funnily enough.

“I’m going to a wedding.” You replied. Scott was the reason you found out about the spare room at the loft in the first place. How he knew about it was questionable since he hadn’t met any of the guys before, but you learned to stop questioning him ages ago. Scott was a genius with a mastering degree in electrical engineering, but a run of bad luck had him sitting in prison for a little while. Now he picked up odd jobs where he could. Baskin Robbins, Chipotle, Starbucks. The set you were on had hired him as the guy to work the lights.

Scott shook his head, “I said fun weekend plans.”

You chuckled in agreement, “I know, but my roommates asked me to go. Apparently one of their ex-girlfriends is gonna be there so I have to play the role of new girlfriend.”

“Oh, that might actually end up being fun.” Scott replied with a nod, “How is the place? You settled in?”

“Yeah, and I love it. Thanks again, Scott.” You beamed at him. Three months had come and gone and living in the loft felt natural to you now. Coming home to see Clint and Peter throwing knives into the ceiling to see which of them would flinch and run away first didn’t even faze you. Seeing Bucky and Sam wrestle one another in the living room for a single phone charger that all the guys shared didn’t even make you blink. Your boys were weird as shit, but they were your boys. “How’s Hope?”

“She hasn’t dumped me yet so that’s pretty cool.” Scott gave you a thumbs up. “Somehow she still hasn’t realized that she is crazy out of my league.”

“Come on, don’t sell yourself short. You’re in the same league at the least.”

Scott shook his head, “We’re not even playing the same sport. She’s in the WNBA and I’m selling coffee in the Starbucks down the road.” You laughed at his analogy and he clapped you on the shoulder. “What about you? Any new guys? Other than the one you’re pretending to date for this wedding?”

“Nah.” You shook your head. “Apparently in the last three years I managed to forget how to be alluring or charming or, uh, normal even. I go to talk to a guy I think is cute and suddenly it’s like I’m possessed by the world’s most awkward and dumbass demon. Only nonsense comes out.”

“Lang, you’re a genius or something, right?” The two of you glanced over to see Natasha strut over in the short black dress they had her wearing for the shoot. “Do you think you can convince her she’s a catch?”

Scott gave you an ‘okay’ sign with his fingers, “You’re more than a catch! You’re the whole damn package! One day you’re gonna find a guy to sell drinks down the street while you play some sport in the stadium.”

You grinned at his words, but Natasha just narrowed her eyes at him in confusion, “What?” You gave her a small wave and she let it go with ease. She crossed her arms, “I told you I’m ready to set you up the moment you’re ready.”

“And I appreciate that.” You replied, “But most of the guys you know kind of…scare me.”

Scott held his hand up, “Oh, wait, I know a guy! He’s super great and he’s not a scary Russian.”

“Not all the men I know are scary Russians.” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“I don’t know.” You mumbled. A lot had improved since the boys helped you get your stuff from your dumbass ex, but you were still terrified to try and get back on the bike after getting stood up the last time you tried. You couldn’t handle another blow like that.

Scott shook his head, “I promise, you’d get along with him. Can I pass your number to him? You won’t regret it!”

You weighed the pros and cons in your head. Scott had been spot on when you took his advice on a new place to live. Maybe you could spare him a little trust on this too. After a moment you sighed and gave him a small shrug, “Why not?”

Sam wasn’t able to come to the wedding. He had gone home for the weekend to visit his family which was really, really sweet. The problem meant it left you in the position of, ‘only working brain cell of the group’. You liked it a lot better when Sam was in control of it and you could slack off. You were rolling into the wedding with Peter, who was on a warpath to try and get laid, Clint, who was working the wedding and taking a weird amount of seriousness in it, and Bucky, who for the first time since you met him looked nervous.  

You looped your arm through his, reaching out with your other hand to straighten out his tie like a loving girlfriend would, and shook your head, “What has you so freaked out? Is your ex that horrible?”

“Elektra is great—”

“She’s the fucking devil.” Peter replied and Bucky rolled his eyes. “Your one job today is to make sure they do not interact. Claw her eyes out if you have to, but watch your back because she’ll play dirty.”

Bucky scoffed, “Quill.”

“And whatever you do, don’t—” Peter’s words trailed off as his eyes watched a bridesmaid walk by. He trailed her figure with his eyes, “Holy shit, I got eyes on the prize.”

You held one finger up, “I don’t like that phrase when referring to a woman.”

“She’s going on top of the kill list.” Peter nodded to himself.

"Is that because,” You tilted your head, “You’re going to kill her by having sex with her?”

“Uh, yeah, maybe.” Peter replied and began to walk away.

“Aw, one day you’re gonna kill the nicest girl, Pete.” You chirped out after him.

Bucky and you walked into the main auditorium, where Clint was standing in the aisle working as an usher. He met you guys at the end of the aisle with a smile and held his arm out for show, “Do you wonderful guests need help finding your seats?”

“Why, yes.” You replied with a wide, excited smile.

Clint began to look down his list when a small child stepped up and motioned down the aisle, “You must be Bucky Barnes and his gorgeous plus one. You’ll be sitting in the seventh row to the right. Middle seats.”

“Aw,” You set a hand on your chest at the adorable kid, “Thank you so much—”

“I told you I got this side covered, Gavin.” Clint snapped at him. Then gave him an ‘I’m watching you’ sign with a glare. “Get off my turf.”

Gavin, the adorable child, held his hands out like he wasn’t scared, “Maybe if you weren’t slacking so much over here.”

Bucky reached out with his free hand to set it on yours, which was still holding onto his bicep, “Do you wanna go find our seats before Clint gets arrested for harassing a child?”

“Yes please.” You smiled.

The two of you quickly rushed away from your roommate. Like Gavin had said, your seats were in the seventh row and after the two of you sat down you watched Bucky nervously glance around the well decorated room again. You readjusted your dress and leaned toward him. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” Bucky replied like he was trying to convince himself. His eyes drifted to the left then suddenly he snapped his gaze back to you and shook his head, “Not fine. I just saw her. She’s walking over. We gotta go, we gotta—”

“Bucky, relax.” You squeezed his arm. This was the first time you had seen the collected, level man so worked up over anything. Seconds later, a beautiful woman stopped at the other side of him. Her long, dark hair was curled in perfect waves and the dark purple dress she wore seemed to hug her curves perfectly. If you didn’t work with the world’s most gorgeous models you might be a little intimidated. Luckily, this was almost your natural setting.

“Bucky.” Elektra greeted with a charming smile. She had a slight accent that you thought sounded a bit Greek. “How are you?”

“Hey, El.” Bucky turned to face her and gave her a tense smile. “Weird seeing you here, huh?”

She motioned to the front of the room, “I introduced you to the bride and groom. I went to college with them. Remember?”

“Yeah. That…sounds familiar.”

You kept your arm looped through his and leaned forward so your shoulder was pressed against his chest. Then you gave the woman a bright grin, “Hi! I’m [Name], this lucky guy’s new gal, and who are you? I don’t think we’ve met.”

“Elektra.” She replied with a smile that screamed ‘territorial’ and offered you her hand.

You shook it, mimicking her smile, “Right. It is so nice to meet you, Ella.”

Her smile faltered, “Elektra.”

“Eleanor?”

She dragged her eyes away from you and gave Bucky another small smile. Elektra reached forward to squeeze his shoulder, “It was great seeing you. Maybe we can catch up later?”

“Hm, yeah, sure.” Bucky cleared his throat and nodded.

You pulled your hand from his arm to drape around his neck, “I think that would be so much fun. It was really great to meet you, Emily.”

“Elektra.” She replied slowly.

You let out a fake laugh and leaned your head against Bucky, “I give up. I’m hopeless, I guess.”

She gave you one last hardened look before walking away. When she was out of earshot, Bucky slowly turned to you with wide eyes, “Oh my God, that was amazing.”

“I learned from the best.” You shrugged. “Models can be really mean sometimes.”

“She was so jealous! Did you see that?” Bucky laughed and motioned over his shoulder to where she had gone back to her seat. “You’re incredible. Magic, doll.”

You settled back into your seat and casually set a hand on his thigh just in case she looked back over, “What is her deal anyways? What happened between the two of you?”

“Elektra broke up with me.” Bucky shrugged. “I told you, I don’t really know why, but we had dated for a while.”

“How long?”

“Little over three years.”

You gave him a small smile and tilted your head, “Wow, so we do have a lot in common, huh?”

“Yeah, but, our situations were different.” Bucky shook his head. “John Walker was a piece of shit that I’ll murder if I ever see again.” You chuckled to yourself. “Elektra is… She’s great. I mean, sure we had our ups and downs, but the relationship itself was good.”

You just nodded along, but you had a feeling that wasn’t the case at all. Sam, Clint, and Peter all seemed to really hate this woman and there had to be a reason for that. The sound of music coming through the speakers signaled that the wedding was about to begin, and you turned your attention to the front of the room.

The wedding had been beautiful. Probably. Peter had been focused on other things at the time and was still focused on those things now. He leaned on the bar, the red headed bridesmaid in front of him, as he motioned for the bartender to bring them another drink.

“So, you’re in a band?” She asked. “What do you play?”

“I’m lead guitar and lead singer.” Peter shrugged like it was no big deal. “We’re kind of a big deal.”

She shook her head, “Would I have heard of you guys?”

There was a beat of silence then he quickly changed the subject, “What did you say you do for work??”

The woman that he really hoped to bring home tonight opened her mouth to talk but was entirely interrupted when Clint slid into view and nearly knocked her over. He held a hand out, “Shit, I am so sorry, ma’am. You looked wonderful during the ceremonies.” Clint turned to look at him. “Pete, I need your help destroying an 11-year-old boy.”

Peter and the bridesmaid just stared at him for a second before she quickly excused herself and nearly sprinted away. Peter called out to her, but there was no salvaging what had just gone on. He whipped back around to his chaotic roommate and grabbed his shoulders to shake him, “Why are you the way that you are?!”

“You can’t ask me that.” Clint scoffed. “Last week, I had to cut you out of a pair of leather pants after you got stuck in them.”

Peter’s eyes widened, “You said you wouldn’t bring that up again, man.”

“And I won’t.” Clint replied. “As long as you help me prove my superiority over this 11-year-old kid.”

Another pause.

“Yeah, fuck it, okay.” Peter shrugged. “Where’s the kid at?”

“I haven’t seen Peter or Clint in a while.” You said slowly. “Why does that worry me so much?”

Bucky smirked, “Because you’re learning. They’re like toddlers. If it’s quiet or they’re out of sight, then danger is around the corner.”

“Should we…check on them?”

He shook his head, “Absolutely not.”

“Okay but—” You stopped when you spotted Elektra glancing over at the two of you. You focused your eyes back on Bucky with a soft smile that he narrowed his eyes at. Ignoring his confusion, you set your hands on the side of his face and began to knead his cheeks forcing his lips into various shapes.

Bucky, between fish lips, spoke, “What’re you doing?”

“Your ex is looking so I’m making her jealous.” You tilted your head and let out a small laugh as if he said something funny. “She’s walking over.”

Bucky grabbed your hands and pulled them away, “Is she coming? I wanna talk to her alone, doll.” You tried to grab his face again, but he kept you at arm’s length. “Seriously, [Name], it’s fine. I wanna talk to her.”

“You sure?” You asked skeptically.

Elektra arrived at the same time and Bucky turned to face her entirely, “El, hey!”

“Emmanuel!” You greeted.

Bucky lightly pushed you off your chair and onto your feet, “[Name] is just leaving. Aren’t you, [Name]??”

You twisted your lips in worry. The other guys said this was not to happen, but Bucky seemed very adamant. Slowly, you drifted away from the table. Maybe now was the time to make sure your others boys hadn’t gotten arrested or something.

Bucky shifted in his seat and gave Elektra a wide smile, “How’ve you been? You look… You look great.”

“Thanks.” Elektra sat down beside him and set her hand on his shoulder. Bucky turned a bit so he was facing her more. “I can say the same for you.” She lifted her hand and lightly touched the scruff on his jawline. “This is new. I like it.”

The scruff was literally just him being too lazy, but this was an added bonus. Elektra was looking at him like she had back in the beginning of his relationship. This had to be a good sign. Did Elektra want to get back together with him? She began to tell him a little more about what she’d been up to and Bucky stared at her in awe.

It hadn’t taken you long to find the boys at all. Mostly because Clint was in the middle of a circle of people having a dance off with a little kid. Peter was hyping him up, and it was actually kind of adorable. The kid was a really good dancer, and the crowd was cheering them both on. Then Clint took his turn and finished it off with loudly booing in the kid’s face. You grimaced as the crowd turned against him. Rightfully so. They dispersed leaving just your boys standing there and you could see the wheels turning in their heads as they connected the dots.

You walked toward them, “You’re just now realizing that you went too far, huh?”

“Yupp.” Clint replied.

Peter shook his head, “I’m not the jackass that booed an 11-year-old.”

Clint rubbed the back of his head, “Where’s Bucky? Can we leave this wedding yet?”

“Oh, he’s over there.” You motioned over your shoulder to where Bucky was still sitting at the table with Elektra. They were laughing and smiling and it looked like a great conversation. “They seem happy.” When you turned back around both men were glaring at you. You blinked, “What?”

“You left him alone with Elektra??” Peter cried.

You opened your mouth to speak, but Clint cut in, “You can’t leave him alone with her. She’s gonna suck out what’s left of his soul!”

“He asked to speak to her alone. What was I supposed to do?”

“Not let him do that!” They both yelled.

You pointed at them, “Hey, the two of you were bullying a child. I don’t wanna hear it!” They had no argument to that. You crossed your arms and glanced back over at Bucky. “Are you sure I should stop that? He seems happy with her.”

“Elektra ruined him.” Clint said firmly. “She always does. Over the three years they were together, it was always on and off. She’d keep him around until she could find something she deemed better and then when she got tired of that person she’d come back to Buck. Because she knew he’d always be there. It devastated him. Every single time. You haven’t seen him in that state yet but trust us…” Peter nodded his head alongside Clint. “It’s bad.”

You sighed and gave them a quick nod before turning around and walking over to them. Elektra had her hand draped over his arm and she leaned in with a broad smile. You steeled yourself, stormed up, and pretended to lose your mind, “How dare you!?”

“[Name].” Bucky said between clenched teeth, his eyes telling you to leave.

You shook your hand at them, “How could you do this to me, Bucky??”

“No, no, no.” Elektra stood, “Nothing happened.”

“[Name], go.” Bucky seethed.

“How could you—you—” You grasped your abdomen, “How could you do this to our unborn child!?”

Bucky leveled a glare at you, but Elektra shook her head, “No. Please. Nothing was going on. I have a boyfriend.”

Silence ensued and your eyes widened in surprise. What hurt though was watching Bucky’s face fall in disappointment. He stood up, “You’re… You’re dating someone right now?”

“Well, yeah, but so are you.” Elektra argued.

“Right.” Bucky nodded once. She quickly walked away without another word and you stood there unsure of what to say to your friend. Bucky mumbled a quick thanks to you before turning and walking in the direction of the bar.

You glared at Elektra over your shoulder and resisted the urge to go over and tell her your exact thoughts. It probably wouldn’t help this specific scenario though. You looked away from her and hurried over to the bar. You got there just as Bucky threw back a shot. Probably whiskey. You knew it was his favorite. Bucky didn’t acknowledge your arrival and you quietly just took a seat beside him. He held up two fingers and the bartender brought two more shots. He pushed one towards you and wordlessly you took the shot with him.

“Hey.” You spoke up, but Bucky kept his eyes on the shelf in front of the two of you. “She has a boyfriend.”

“Yeah.” Bucky mumbled.

You continued, “She shouldn’t have been flirting with you like that.” Bucky turned and gave you a tense smile. You set your hand on his shoulder. “You can’t be her back-up plan, Bucky. You’re not a back-up plan kind of guy. You’re…plan A material.” Bucky let out a chuckle and you were happy to see the edges of his lips curl up into a small smile. “You gotta move on.”

He nodded once and you squeezed his arm before ordering two more shots. Bucky took the shot with you again and you left him alone at the bar to his thoughts. Clint and Peter were sitting at the table the four of you had been assigned to. The wedding party had calmed down enough that most people were sitting at their tables as soft music played. A few people slow danced on the floor.

“Hey, hey.” Clint whacked Peter on the arm a few times. Peter and you followed his gaze to where Bucky had come back from the bar and sat down beside Elektra. All of you watched as the two talked, but the conversation seemed solemn. Finally, Bucky gave her a quick hug before standing up and walking toward your table. “He…actually looks okay.”

And he did. His shoulders looked less tense than when you left him at the bar. As he got close, Bucky held his hand out to you, “Come on.”

“Come on?”

“Yeah, you’re coming with me.”

“With you where?”

“Doll,” Bucky smirked at you, “For the love of God, give me your damn hand.”

You did as he said and Bucky dragged you onto the dance floor. He set his hands on your waist with a sigh and you rested your hands on his shoulders. The two of you just swayed for a moment before you nodded, “You okay?”

“I am.” Bucky gave you a smile. It was soft, but it was real. “Thanks for being here.”

“What’re roommates for?” You chuckled.

The two of you laughed for a moment before Clint and Peter rushed over to separate the two of you. Peter was glancing around as he spoke, “Not to cause a scene, but the kid’s mom is looking for Clint and she doesn’t look happy.”

“What kid?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Oh, Clint and Peter bullied an 11-year-old.” You answered.

Bucky snapped his gaze to them, “You idiots what!?”

“Yell at us in the car.” Clint began to push us off the dance. “Time to go.”

The four of you were speed walking out of the auditorium. Your shoes were making it difficult to keep up with the guys so Bucky wrapped his hand around your wrist and tugged you along as you laughed. The four of you only slowed down as you got outside and on the way to the car you felt your phone buzz in your purse.

You pulled it out to see a text from an unknown number.

‘Hey, [Y/N], this is Pietro Maximoff. Scott gave me your number and said I should reach out!’

#Avengers #slice of life version #mcu #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #sam wilson #peter quill #clint barton #natasha romanoff #scott lang #new girl au #modern au

[sambuckylibrary]

In honor of the 2023 TFATWS Anniversary Event, below is a list of AU SamBucky fic recs for your enjoyment!

you're my river running high (run deep, run wild) by notcaycepollard

M | 9.9k | nwa | shapeshifter AU

The third day after SHIELD falls, Sam finds a crow with a broken wing on his doorstep.

What My Hands And Body Done by Fool_for_love

NR | 10.3k | ccntw | soulmates AU

Bucky had resigned himself to a life without a soulmate. After Steve, he didn’t really want another one. Even though Steve had moved on with Peggy, Bucky didn’t see himself doing the same.

After all, if the damage done by Hydra had been enough to scare off Steve, make their soulmarks fade, how the hell was someone else supposed to accept him? Who would even want to?

The universe seemed to think Sam might want to. Bucky disagreed. He and Sam tolerated each other. Sam was funny, sure, loyal, definitely, attractive, no doubt. But none of that screamed soulmate... right?

Ye Cannae Change The Laws Of Attraction by velvetjinx

E | 3.9k | nwa | star trek AU

There's a lot of friction--in more ways than one--between First Officer Bucky Barnes and Chief Science Officer Sam Wilson of the USS Avenger. But in space, things can change in a heartbeat.

we're awesome, totally genius by napricot

T | 3.9k | nwa | meet-cute, no powers AU

At this point, Sam’s scanning the coffeeshop for an exit strategy from this terrible date; maybe he can trip a customer into spilling coffee on one of them, or pretend like he’s seen a friend, something, anything. His eye lands on the white guy sitting at the table behind Mike, directly in Sam’s line of sight, but not visible to Mike himself. And okay, hello, stranger. He’s gorgeous, and he’s looking up from the stack of papers on his table, right at Sam. Hot Stranger’s thick-lashed blue eyes are wide, and a pen is dangling from his fingers as if the nonsense happening at Sam’s table has shocked him into interrupting his work.

What the fuck, mouths Hot Stranger.

Sam's on a first date that starts weird and only gets weirder. Thankfully, there's a hot bystander who's ready to be a hero and save Sam from the horrors of app-based dating.

A Chance by Siancore

E | 20.8k | ccntw | social media AU

Bucky Barnes is a Fuckboy. He exhibits Fuckboy Behavior. Everyone knows it. Especially his best friend, Steve Rogers. Then, one day, he sees one of Steve's social media post with a gorgeous guy named Sam Wilson. Steve's friend is hot and Bucky's interested, but the dude is still Steve's friend. Can Bucky quit his Fuckboy ways to have chance with Sam? Dad Friend Steve doesn’t think it’s such a good idea that they hook up because he doesn’t think Bucky can or wants to change, and more importantly, Steve doesn’t want to see Sam get hurt. Can Bucky change his ways and prove Steve wrong or is the whole thing a disaster waiting to happen?

Not Like I'm Counting the Days by yammz

E | 13.9k | nwa | civilian!bucky/cap!sam AU

Sam takes a deep breath, then nods, and Bucky feels like he just stumbled upon the combination for a lock that he hadn’t known was there. Sam nods as though he’s making the decision right then and there that this is happening, that they’re actually going to hook up instead of just talking about it. Maybe he is actually making that decision right then. He looks Bucky in the eyes. “Tomorrow, I’m being named Captain America.”

(The one where Bucky starts casually dating Captain America)

Sports AU by funsized-loser

M | 1.1k | baseball AU

Bottom of the 8th inning, runners on 2nd and 3rd with 2 outs; the Avengers have a 1-0 lead over the Hydras

The Valk’bhòid by eden22

E | 20.2k | nwa | medieval AU

Uneasy is the head that wears a crown.

The First Gentleman by glittercake

M | 55.7k | gdv | first gentleman!sam/bodyguard!bucky AU

Sam knew what he was signing up for when he married a senator running for Office. He knew what Riley’s job demanded. He knew the hours, the stress, the milling, and the perpetual buzz. Living his life constantly surrounded by everything, by an entire nation.

But he had always dreamed of a quiet life. A place in the country with the man he loves, acres of greenery and trees, and flowers around them. A long winding road they could drive down on a warm Sunday afternoon. A big old farmhouse with a wraparound porch and a French kitchen. Some horses and a stable, and a little creek covered with a blanket of mist in the mornings.

He gets what he wants in the most horrible of ways.

Any Port in a Storm by swiftrax (wildtrak) for GodsDoggy

E | 9.4k | nwa | abo AU

Sam is the first to admit that he and Bucky have got issues. It would be fine if they could just ignore each others' existence and didn't keep getting paired up on missions... but the universe (and Steve Rogers) isn't going to let them off the hook that easy. Being an Avenger means sucking it up and pretending they can both be professionals to get the job done.

When a mission goes awry in the middle of the ocean, Bucky and Sam are forced to take shelter in a remote lighthouse as a storm rolls in.

Can they survive each other long enough to be rescued, or will their interpersonal friction come to a head...

there's a war inside of me by CapnWinghead

T | 5.5k | nwa | multiverse AU

When a portal drops another version of Bucky Barnes into their universe, Sam's adamant about helping her. Bucky's a lot less welcoming.

The Way Out Is Through by samwontshare (Attaining)

E | 12k | gdv | zombie apocalypse AU

Sam and Bucky's love story in Wakanda is interrupted when Sam contracts a virus that makes him crave human flesh. Bucky will do anything to keep him safe. And fed.

Instead of The Blip, Thanos' minions brought the zombie apocalypse.

more TFATWS anniversary themed fic rec lists to come!

#tfatwsanniversaryevent2023 #sambucky #sambucky library #sambucky fic recs

[cherryrogers]

What about for cmb the group taking a weekend trip to the beach or something? Bucky sees her in her swimsuit and he’s shirtless and she’s 👀👀👀 and they’re very cute.

this ask is literally from over a year ago but here we are. cmb drabble time let’s go!!! (i wrote this literally months ago and forgot to post it but we ball 🫡)

x

Truthfully, you would’ve never guessed that the gang found enjoyment in a trip to the beach during summer. If the fact they were constantly in leather jackets and complaining when the temperature raised even slightly above 80 degrees told you anything, it’s that they’d much prefer to spend a warm summer’s day under the shade in the clubhouse garden, sipping on cold beers and actively trying not to catch any rays.

But one morning, you woke up in Bucky’s bed, as usual, except you also had Peggy standing over you like a sleep paralysis demon (a pretty one, obviously), and you forced yourself to squint open your eyes.

“Up and at ‘em, _____, come on!” She chirped, tossing a black bikini at your face. “We’re going to the beach.”

Groaning, you reached an arm out of the duvet, picking up the top garment and holding it up to inspect. “This could literally fit a build-a-bear.”

“Well it’s your size, and I told you you might need a swimsuit for the summer. Of course, I knew you wouldn’t bother buying one, so I got you one. You’re welcome,” Peggy said. She had a duffel bag over her shoulder, likely filled with enough sun cream to protect a whole group of bikers from the Friday heatwave. “Plus, I thought Bucky would appreciate it.”

You scoffed, flinging the top at your friend. “You’re so weird. Please focus on what your own boyfriend would appreciate, thanks.”

Peggy just chuckled, giving you a wink. “You’ll thank me later.”

***

After setting down your beach towel and quickly rubbing some sun cream down your arms and legs, you plonked down on the towel and tugged off your tank top, about to apply some more to the rest of your skin.

The beach wasn’t so busy, since people were at work and kids were in school, so the gang set themselves up on a nice spot in the middle of long expanse of sand. Natasha was quick to put up a parasol and make sure she was completely in the shade. Sam and Clint had put down their towels and already started on the snacks that were meant to last them a good few hours. Steve was rubbing sun cream on Peggy’s shoulders while she leaned over a book, thick black sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.

Next to you, Bucky already had his shirt off, laying idly under the sun with his eyes shut. Well, you thought they were shut, until your heard a wolf whistle from behind you.

You turned your head, and sure enough, Bucky was eyeing you. You snorted. “You literally see me naked, like, every day.”

“So? I can appreciate your divine beauty, with or without clothes.”

“Divine beauty. Thanks, Shakespeare, ” You snorted, passing him the bottle of sun cream. “Do my back?”

The biker took the bottle, popping it open and squeezing a fair amount into his hand. He sat up behind you, starting to rub the cream between your shoulder blades. Then down your spine, and lastly just above the waistband of your shorts. He finished with a pinch to your waist, to which you reacted by dodging the kiss he tried to plant on your neck after.

***

To iterate, you’re not the jealous type. Being jealous implies some insecurity on the jealous person’s part, and you weren’t insecure when it came to Bucky, because you knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

But there’s a group of girls a few feet away, lounging under a parasol and giggling while looking directly at him, and frankly, you wanted to climb on top of him and show them who he belonged to.

He’s blissfully unaware, almost asleep under the sun. And it’s obvious why he has some ogling eyes; his tattoos are all on show, and the sun is casting light on his large arms and toned abdomen.

It’s Natasha who says what you’re thinking: “Looks like you have some admirers, Barnes.”

“And a guard dog.” Clint adds with a snort, looking directly at you.

You grab an empty plastic cup and chuck it at Clint’s head. “Call me a dog again, Barton. It’ll be a beer bottle next time.”

“The fuck are you guys talking about?” Bucky asks, still lying down with his eyes shut. The sun seems to make him tired; it’s rather endearing.

“Gaggle of giggling girls at three o’clock.” Peggy grins, pointing to the right of Bucky. He follows the woman’s hand, while you just want the ground to swallow you up. If Bucky even suspects you’re having a jealous moment, he won’t let you hear the end of it.

The girls don’t make an effort to be subtle, even when Bucky catches them looking. He turns his head to look at you, and the smirk that grows on his lips is telling enough of what he’s thinking.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Bucky.”

“You know, I really never thought I’d see the day—”

“No—”

“You’re jealous aren’t you, sweets?”

“I’m not jealous.” You insist, but Bucky only stares at you patiently, and you can’t help but crack under his gaze. You huff.

“They’re ogling you, Bucky. as if… as if you’re a piece of meat! It’s inappropriate.”

Bucky scoffs, though he sits up and moves to snake an arm around your waist, making goosebumps appear on your skin even under the hot sun.

“Then they can ogle at this instead.” He says quietly, before pulling you close and landing his lips on yours, and who are you to even think about pushing him away?

Your hand instinctively lifts to his jaw, caressing it with your thumb while he digs his fingers into the skin above the waist and of your shorts. You’ve never been one for PDA, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and making sure everyone on the beach knows that Bucky is all yours (for now, anyway) certainly calls for desperate measures.

“Jesus. There’s kids on this beach, you know.” You hear Natasha tease behind you, and you chuckle as you pull back, lips swollen and heart beating a bit faster than it was only seconds ago.

#sorry this is so short #i miss these idiots tho #also excuse the change in tense at the end i just cba to change it #bucky barnes x reader #cmbfanfic

[siancore]

Rating: M 

Content: Language; Dumbassery 

Words: 3K+

Summary: Sam and Bucky have an annual Anti-Valentine’s Day Movie Night where they eat junk food and watch crappy movies because Valentine’s Day is for suckers and schmucks and best spent with your friend doing the least-romantic shit possible. Too bad they’re both in love with one another...

A/N: Inspired by this glorious Richonne fic by @richonne4life 

For the @sambuckylibrary​ Valentine’s Day Bingo (I don’t know what square fill this will be, but I wanted to write something for it). 

 “Could it be any more obnoxious?” asked Bucky to himself as he held up the overly large teddy bear that was clutching a big red heart. “Is obnoxious the word? Mmm. Tacky, maybe?”

Steve snatched it away from his asshole of a best friend and said, “It’s actually adorable. You’re just – prickly.”

“Prickly?” asked Bucky with an unimpressed look of his face. “Just call me a prick. You can say it, Rogers. Go on. Say the word: Prick.”

“Who’s a prick?” a voice called out from the doorway; it was Sam.

“I am.”

“Bucky is.”

The pair of friends answered at the same time.

“Can’t’ argue with that,” said Sam playfully.

He smiled at them when he stepped inside. Bucky thought Sam’s gaze lingered on him a moment longer, before his eyes went wide when he saw the teddy bear Steve was hugging to his chest.

“What is that monstrosity of a thing?” asked Sam as he pointed towards bear.

“It’s not a monstrosity, it’s cute,” Steve defended. “And you would both think so, too, if you weren’t so offended by Valentine’s Day.”

“Fuck Valentine’s Day,” said Bucky, flatly.

“What he said,” Sam added, a little more noncommittal.

“I don’t know why the two of you are like this,” Steve said, placing the bear down on the countertop. “It’s actually a nice, sweet thing.”

“It’s a capitalist ploy that upholds heteronormative bullshit, wastes money, and leaves people who are single feeling inadequate and bad in general,” Bucky said, deadpan, as Sam eyed him and nodded his head.

“Gees, Buck. Lighten up. Being a little romantic won’t kill ya.”

“I’m plenty romantic,” Bucky retorted. “I just don’t see the point in buying flowers and chocolates and ugly ass teddy bears one day out of the year to show my special someone that they’re special to me.”

Steve sighed, having had this conversation with Bucky before, and said, “Okay, pal. I get it. I just – I want you to have nice things and be swept off your feet and feel romance, too.”

Steve’s eyes got big and soft, just like every time he had something heartfelt and earnest to say. He placed a hand to Bucky’s shoulder and added, “I don’t want you to be alone, especially on Valentine’s Day.”

“Fuck. Valentine’s. Day,” Bucky said firmly, even though his heart felt a little dull ache. “Besides, I won’t be alone. I’ll be with Sam.”

A brightness flickered in Steve’s eyes as he looked at Sam and then at Bucky. He went to say something that expressed his excitement, when Bucky said, “We’re having our annual Valentine’s Day is For Suckers Movie Night.”

“Oh,” said Steve. “That’s still a thing for you two?”

Steve met Sam’s eyes. There was a hint of something akin to sadness behind Sam’s stare. Sam looked down at his shoes.

“Of course it’s still a thing,” said Bucky. “We don’t need to observe this farce of a celebration. We’re one hundred percent happy to sit around the apartment in comfortable clothing, eat cheap takeout, and watch the most unromantic shit on TV, right Sammy?”

Something weird always happened inside of Sam’s chest when Bucky called him that. Sam looked up, gave a bright smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and said, “Right.”

Sam was supine on his bed reading an old paperback, when Steve knocked on the open door.

“Hey, man,” Sam answered as he placed the book down on his tummy and glanced at his friend.

Steve entered the room, picked a football up from the desk chair, and took up a seat.

“You okay, Sam?”

Sam let out a little sigh and then sat up on the bed.

“Yeah, course. Why wouldn’t I be?”

Steve gave him the raised eyebrow of concern and said, “Bucky.”

“Bucky and I are cool.”

“Yeah, no. I know. It’s just – he’s prickly sometimes. Do you really enjoy these Eff Valentine’s Day Movie Nights with him?”

“I love hangin’ out with him.”

“I know,” said Steve with a knowing look. “That’s why I’m askin’. I know exactly how much you love the time you spend with him. Just sayin’ it can’t be easy for you, having him talk about how anti-Valentine’s Day he is when you’re a huge romantic. And when those feelings of romance are aimed at him.”

“Damn it, Rogers,” said Sam as he leaped from the bed and rushed to close his bedroom door. “He’ll hear you.”

“So what? Maybe that’s a good thing,” said Steve. “Maybe it’s high time you told him about how you feel.”

“No way,” said Sam. “Fuck that.”

“Why?”

“Because he’s Bucky. We’re friends and roommates and he isn’t the romantic type. Even if he was, he wouldn’t feel like that about me.”

“How do you know that, Sam?”

“Because Bucky pretty much says what he thinks all the time,” said Sam with a little shrug of his shoulders and a plaintive look in his eyes. “If he felt anything towards me other than friendship, he’d have said already.”

Steve gave Sam a sympathetic look and said, “So, you’re happy to sit with him and watch god awful movies and listen to him shit all over something you actually used to enjoy?”

Sam placed his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and glanced down at the floor.

“At least I get to be around him,” Sam replied, his voice laced with melancholy.

“You deserve romance, Sam.”

“Maybe,” Sam replied. “Maybe I need to get over this silly crush on Bucky and just move on.”

“Or you could tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah, I need to move on and get over him.”

Steve sighed and whispered, “Oh my god, my friends are dumbasses.”

“Stevie? What d’ya think is the least romantic meal ever?” asked Bucky as he scrolled through apps on his phone. “Every place I’m lookin’ at has a Valentine’s Day Special Menu. It’s vomit-inducing.”

“Why won’t you ask Sam out on a date?”

Bucky nearly dropped the phone, but recovered quickly.

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ ‘bout, Rogers.”

Steve rolled his eyes.

“What I’m talkin’ about is this,” Steve said as he gestured to Bucky. “You going out of your way to plan these little anti-VD movie nights –”

“Anti-VD? That’s a terrible name for what we have planned.”

“Whatever, man. Don’t deflect.”

“Not deflecting.”

“You are.”

“Am not.”

“Whatever,” said Steve, somewhat exhausted. “My question still stands. Why do you put so much effort into planning these anti-Valentine’s Day hangouts with Sam, instead of, gee I dunno, asking Sam out and actually planning a cute, romantic date for him? For yourself?”

Steve could see the deep breath that Bucky took before he raised his eyes from his phone screen to meet those of his best friend.

“Sam doesn’t want that,” said Bucky quietly. “Well, he doesn’t want that with me. So, I’m gonna take whatever I can have with him, and if that means bad food and worse movies, then I’ll take it.”

“How do you know that Sam doesn’t want more from you?”

“Because why would he?” said Bucky, in the most self-deprecating way imaginable. “What could he possibly want from me? What could I even give him?”

“Buck.”

“I’m not good enough for Sam, okay?” said Bucky as he closed the app, placed his phone in his pocket, and looked at Steve. “He deserves better than me. If all we’ve got is our silly movie night, then so be it. I’ll take what I can get.”

“You know that’s not true, right?”

“Do I?” asked Bucky with a forlorn expression on his face. “I appreciate you tryin’ to make me feel better, or whatever, but Sammy? He’s just not interested in me, and I don’t blame him.”

“You’re really taking that thing on the train?” asked Bucky, as he chewed on a Slim Jim and stared at Steve and the giant teddy bear.

“Yes,” said Steve as he checked his appearance in the mirror hanging near their front door.

“I hope Peggy doesn’t dump you tonight,” Bucky proffered, jokingly, as he tied his hair back from his face.

“Funny,” Steve replied.

“You look nice, Steve,” said Sam as he entered the hallway.

“Thanks, Sam. Wow, so do you,” said Steve, looking at Sam dressed in his nice jeans and a white Henley that was probably a size too small. “I didn’t know Anti-VD Night had a new dress code.”

“Anti what now?” asked Sam, confused.

Bucky couldn’t even answer as he was too distracted by how gorgeous Sam looked.

“You’re overdressed for Craptastic Movie Night,” Steve clarified.

“Oh, right, yeah,” Sam said, brushing his hands down the front of his shirt. “I, ah. I’ve got a date tonight.”

“What?” said Bucky and Steve at the same time.

Sam turned to Bucky, who looked like all of the color had drained from his face.

“Yeah, sorry, Buck. I can’t make it to movie night. Someone asked me out, and I said yes.”

“Sam, that’s great,” said Steve, watching the interaction between his friends.

Sam was looking like he might throw up; Bucky was just standing there staring.

“Who is it?” Bucky queried; his jaw clenched.

“Uh?” Sam replied.

“Who asked you out?”

“Scott.”

“When?”

“Umm last week?”

“Thought you didn’t like the romance bullshit?” asked Bucky, trying to hide the hurt in his tone. “Now you’ve got a Valentine’s Day date?”

“I never said that,” Sam replied, defensively. “I never said I wasn’t into romance.”

“So, why do the movie nights with me?”

“Buck,” said Steve, seeing there was going to be an argument coming.

“Whatever,” said Bucky, as he walked back towards his room. “Have fun on your stupid fuckin’ date.”

Sam jumped at the sound of Bucky’s door slamming. Steve went to say something, but Sam shook his head and went back to his room to finish getting ready for his date.

Bucky felt like he couldn’t breathe. His heart was hammering in his chest and hot tears stung at his eyes. What was happening? He had never snapped at Sam like that before, except for when they had first met, but that was ages ago. Their friendship had grown and matured. Bucky thought he had, too. But when it came to the thought of Sam getting out there dating someone who was not him, well, Bucky just couldn’t handle that.

He paced a few times, wondering if he should go back out and apologize to Sam for acting so abrupt. Instead, Bucky laid on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. His mind was racing. His chest hurt. He closed his eyes and listened as Sam left their shared apartment.

Sam was in a daze as he made his way to the quaint eatery where he was meeting Scott for their date. Their Valentines Day date. Scott was a nice guy. He had shown interest in Sam, and had finally asked Sam out. At first, Sam declined, saying that he had other plans – which he really did. He had plans with Bucky. His friend, whom he was secretly head over heels for. But it was a silly thing to do, have a crush on a friend, a friend who wasn’t interested in anything romantic, so Sam decided to move on. Decided to text Scott back and tell him he was suddenly free. And so there he was, sitting across from a smiling Scott, being somewhat distracted from the date by thoughts of Bucky.

Why had he acted that way? It was just a movie night they’d been doing for the past three years. Why was Bucky so upset? Sam’s mind was swimming, and he felt guilt creep up inside. He and Bucky had never spoken about why Bucky hated Valentine’s Day so much. They just started doing the movie nights one year, and kept doing them. Sam was breaking their tradition to go on a date with someone else, and the truth was, he really wanted to be on a date with Bucky.

“My two best friends are dumbasses,” said Steve as he and Peggy sat at her dinner table; the bear he had gifted her with for Valentine’s Day sat in one of the chairs near them.

“What happened now?” she asked.

“Oh, only they’re both in love with one another but won’t ask each other out,” said Steve. “Have been in love with one another for years, but thinks the other doesn’t see them that way. Dumbasses.”

“Why don’t they see what’s in front of them?”

“Honestly? I don’t really know.”

 Three years ago…

 This is it, Bucky thought to himself as he smoothed down his clothes and fixed his hair. He walked slowly toward Sam’s bedroom with the little paper gift bag in his hand. He felt kind of silly. He had gone out and bought a small plush teddy bear for Sam. A Valentine’s gift for Sam.

They had been friends for a while, eventually roommates, and Bucky was smitten. Sam was great. He was funny, kind, gorgeous, and a little shit. How could Bucky not fall in love with him?

Bucky didn’t usually get in on the romantic stuff surround Valentine’s Day. Was usually single when the day rolled around. Wasn’t the best at communicating what he was really feeling deep down inside. But he felt safe with Sam. He knew Sam wouldn’t throw his affections back in his face, or make him feel uncomfortable. Sam was his friend, and he was hoping that he could be more, so Bucky planned the romantic gesture: Tell Sam how wonderful he was, gift him with a sappy teddy bear, and ask him if he’d like to spend the evening watching romantic comedies.

He stopped at the door, gift bag in hand, and took a deep breath. He heard Sam’s voice then. He was on the phone. Bucky really should not have eavesdropped, but he heard Sam say something that stopped him in his tracks.

“I just want to be friends with him, Sar,” he said, obviously speaking to his sister. “I don’t see him like that at all. Yeah, I know it’s Valentine’s Day or whatever, but I’m just not interested. Yeah. Yeah, alright. Love you, too. Bye.”

Before Bucky could run away, Sam turned and saw him standing there.

“Oh, hey Buck. I was just —" Sam took in the look on Bucky’s face. “Everything okay?”

Bucky hid the gift bag behind his back and said, “Yeah. Yeah, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do a movie night tonight?”

Sam felt butterflies in his tummy. Was that the moment? Was Bucky finally going to make a move? Sam tried to bite down a smile.

“Like an Anti-Valentine’s Day thing? Cheap takeout, shitty movies. Laugh at all of the schmucks who take this shit seriously. What d’ya say?”

Sam felt his heart sink, but said, “Yeah. Umm, that sounds fun. Let’s do that. I mean, Valentine’s Day is for suckers, right?”

“Right,” said Bucky, feeling his heart drop down to the floor. “Fuck Valentine’s Day.”

Bucky was covered in Cheeto dust, and he didn’t give a good goddamn. He laid back on the sofa and stared at the screen. He didn’t even know what was happening in the movie he had chosen. Wasn’t focused. All he could think about was Sam. Sam on his romantic date with Scott. Bucky pulled a face and hugged the couch cushion closer to his body.

He let out a ragged sigh. It was his own fault. He had every opportunity to ask Sam out, but never did. If some other guy was going to wine and dine Sam, then so be it. It’s what Sam deserved. He deserved to be treated to a night out. He deserved to be adored and doted on. He deserved romance. Bucky was just sad that he wasn’t the guy who was doing those things for Sam. He really wanted to be that guy, but he had fucked it all up. Besides, Sam didn’t want him like that. And no matter how much Bucky dreamed and wished and hoped for it, Sam just didn’t want him back.

The date was not what Sam had thought it would be. Sam wanted romance. He wanted to be wined and dined. He wanted someone to adore him and dote on him. He just wanted that guy to be Bucky. But Bucky had this aversion to Valentine’s Day and romance in general. Sam respected that. Didn’t mean he would pine any less for his friend. He let out a sigh. He was in his own head, and Scott was looking at him expectantly.

“Sam, everything okay?”

Sam tried to smile, but it was sad, as he said, “I’m sorry, Scott. I can’t do this.”

“What happened? Did I do or say something to upset you?”

“No, it’s nothing you did or said. It’s just me. I – wow. Okay, so, to be one hundred percent honest with you, I’m into someone else. I thought I’d get back out there and try dating again, but I’m not ready. I mean, I am ready to date, but I only want to date this other person. I’m really sorry it took me until now to figure that out for myself.”

Scott looked dismayed, but he nodded his head.

“I get it,” he replied. “You deserve the world, Sam. I hope this other person sees that. I hope it works out.”

It wasn’t too late when Bucky heard the front door open. Had to be Sam. Steve was staying at Peggy’s that night. Bucky sat up on his bed and swung his legs over the side. He listened. It sounded like Sam was alone. Bucky let out a relieved breath and then got to his feet.

He found Sam standing in their kitchen drinking orange juice directly from the bottle. He startled a little when he heard Bucky approach.

“Sammy?” he said softly; he sounded so small. “I’m sorry for how I acted earlier.”

“It’s fine,” said Sam as he turned and met Bucky’s eyes. They stared at one another a beat as Bucky placed the small gift bag on the table.

“What’s that?” asked Sam, looking at the bag.

Bucky cleared his throat.

“It’s for you,” he explained, looking nervous. “It’s a Valentine’s gift that I got for you like three years ago.”

Sam’s eyes went wide.

“I thought you hated Valentine’s Day and romantic shit?”

“I don’t know if I really do hate Valentine’s Day or not,” said Bucky, running a nervous hand through his hair. “What I do know is I loved spending those nights with you. Shooting the shit. Laughing at those dumb movies. Eating questionable food that our insides were gonna pay for later. I loved sitting with you and watching your reactions. I loved when we did marathons, and you’d fall asleep on my shoulder, drool and all. I guess it didn’t really matter what the occasion was, as long as I was doing it with you.”

Sam stood there and stared at Bucky. How was this his life?

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Sam finally asked.

“Because I overheard your call with Sarah,” Bucky explained. “I was literally standing at your door and heard you say you didn’t want anything more than friendship. I was there to ask you out, on Valentine’s Day, and I heard you say you didn’t want that kinda stuff.”

Sam squinted as he tried to recall what Bucky was talking about. He almost rolled his eyes when he remembered.

“You’re a dumbass,” said Sam, as he placed the orange juice bottle down on the counter. “I wasn’t talking about you. I was talking about Jerome from back home. He was askin’ Sarah about me. I only wanted to be friends with him. I wasn’t into him. I was into you. Dumbass.”

“What?”

“Yeah, that conversation was not about you.”

“Well, why didn’t you say something?” asked Bucky, incredulous. “Why’d you agree to the movie night?”

“Because you were all like, fuck romance and shit blah blah blah. And I just wanted to be close to you, so I said yes.”

“So, you do like me like me?”

“Yes. And you actually like me, too?”

“Fuck, yes. I like you so much.”

“Me, too.”

“So, we’re both dumbasses?”

Sam let out a little laugh and said, “Yeah, looks that way.”

A beat of awkward silence floated around them before Bucky spoke.

“Here,” he said, pushing the gift bag towards Sam. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Sam gave Bucky a shy smile, and then reached behind himself to where he had set the orange juice bottle down.

He picked up a single rose on a long stem, held it out to Bucky, and said, “This is for you. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

The pair smiled bashfully at one another, and then moved forward. Bucky picked up the bag and approached Sam. He handed it over, as Sam gave him the rose.

“Thank you,” they each said in unison.

Bucky smelled the rose, and Sam peered into the bag. Inside was a small, brown teddy bear that was holding a red heart. Sam took it out and smiled.

“It’s adorable,” he said, meeting Bucky’s eyes. “I love it.”

Bucky smiled widely; happily. They swayed into one another’s orbit. Standing there, wrapped up in the sheer joy of the moment before Bucky spoke honestly, in earnest, and from the heart.

“I’m glad you love it, Sammy, because I –” he took a steadying breath, and said, “I love you. I’m in love with you.”

Sam dropped the teddy bear he had been gifted with and fell into Bucky’s space. Bucky caught him and held him close, his eyes darting from Sam’s pretty brown eyes, to Sam’s lips.

“I love you, too,” Sam whispered, as he pressed his forehead to Bucky’s.

Bucky smiled and let out a nervous, relieved laugh before saying, “I wanna kiss you so bad right now. Can I kiss you?”

“Yes,” Sam replied. “God, yes.”

They drew apart so that they could smile at one another, both giddy and scared and excited. Bucky cupped Sam’s face and said, “You’re so pretty.”

Sam blessed him with a coy smile before they leaned in and pressed their lips against one another. The kiss was unhurried and soft at first, before Bucky deepened it and Sam let him. They stood in their kitchen, kissing and smiling and giggling, each content in knowing that they had both received the best Valentine’s Day gifts ever.

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Pumpkin Patch

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Summary: You wanted to go to a pumpkin patch, Bucky was very excited but he didn’t want you to know just how excited he was warning: nothing but fluff A/N: No shade to the pumpkin spice girls/boys but I’m an apple cider girl. I like both but I love apple cider

It was your favorite season, fall. You loved doing all the fall activities, pumpkin carving, eating caramel and candy apples, flannels, cute pumpkin patches, all of it. You desperately wanted to go to a pumpkin patch but you didn’t think Bucky would enjoy it, you know with him being a grumpy old man and all, he likes to put on that tough guy act even though he was a softie. You walked into the living room of your shared apartment where Sam and Bucky were bringing in the groceries that you made them go get, you watched as they carried them into the kitchen and set them on the counter “Hey, Doll, I got you some caramel apples and apple cider” You smiled and watched him put the apple cider in the fridge and the caramel apples on the counter in front of you “You remembered!” He smiled wide at you and continued putting the groceries away “So, I’ve been thinking and I really wanna go to a pumpkin patch this year” You looked up at Bucky to see any type of expression, he nodded and smiled even wider “Of course baby.” You were surprised he agreed to go, especially in front of Sam, but you couldn’t contain your excitement and ran over to kiss all over his face. “Ugh get a room.” Sam chuckled while fake gagging “This is our apartment so this is our room.��� Bucky retorted laughing at Sam’s face. Sam rolled his eyes and turned around “Alright you guys have fun at the pumpkin patch” Bucky chuckled and turned his attention back to you "Go get dressed, the pumpkin patch awaits us." You smiled and skipped up the stairs to your room to find your matching flannels, you ran back down the stairs tripping over your own feet Bucky reached his arms out catching you instantly "Woah woah, careful Doll." You smiled and handed him his flannel he chuckled and put it on "I knew you were gonna grab these" He kissed your temple and picked up the car keys. “Let’s go!” The two of you walked out the door and to the car, signing along to all your favorite songs as Bucky drove to the pumpkin patch. Finally, you reached the pumpkin patch you started to get all giggly when you saw the cute painted pumpkins by the entrance, you looked over and saw the excitement in Bucky’s eyes, but he quickly hid it when he saw you looking at him, you smirked and kissed his cheek. Bucky came around to your side of the car opening the door for you to get out, he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together as you walked up to the table where you got wristbands, they handed those out for when they announced the winners of certain challenges.

“Where do you wanna go first?” You looked around at all the stuff you could do, painting pumpkins, carving pumpkins, bobbing for apples, pumpkin tossing, a corn maze, you didn’t know where you wanted to start, you figured the corn maze would take up the most time you could do that last, after thinking about it for another minute you chose painting pumpkins “Let’s paint some pumpkins” You smiled wide and pulled Bucky to the table, there were a bunch of kids around and a few adult couples so you sat closer to the adults so it wasn’t too weird. Bucky was focused on painting his pumpkin he didn’t realize you were admiring him and how zoned in he was on the pumpkin, finally he looked up and smiled at you “What?” You smiled right back at him and shook your head. “Nothing, I just didn’t know you were so excited to come here.” Your smile turned into a smirk and went back to painting your pumpkin “I don’t know what you’re talking about” He nervously chuckled and then told you he was done with his pumpkin, you looked up and saw that he drew you while you were painting “Bucky.. I don’t know what to say.” He smiled and looked at his creation "Do you like it?" You nodded "I love it!" You smiled wide and showed him yours, which was a big heart with both of your names inside of the heart. The two of you finished your pumpkins and went over to the corn maze, Bucky was getting more and more excited as you two walked over it "You excited there, Bucky?" He looked over at you and shook his head "No, I mean, yeah for you baby," You smiled at him and gently bumped his shoulder "Admit it, you're having fun." He fake groaned and bumped your shoulder too "Okay, Okay. I'm having a lot of fun I was hoping you would ask to come to the pumpkin patch this year, I didn't want to bring it up first." You kissed the top of his hand and continued to the corn maze. The staff gave the two of you the option to get a map of the maze or wing it, you chose to wing it. "Are you sure we shouldn't have gotten a map?" You glanced over at Bucky "I have a good sense of direction and you're a super soldier I think we'll make it." Boy were you wrong, within the first 3 minutes you two were lost "A good sense of direction huh?" You heard the playful sarcasm in his voice "Well, Mr. Super soldier you weren't really helping." He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders "I don't have a GPS in my head, Doll." You wrapped your arm around his waist as you two continued down a path you were certain was the way out, it wasn't. You looked around sighed "Alright, I know you know how to get out of here." He smirked and nodded "Yes, I do. Come on, Doll." He grabbed your hand and took you down the path and took so many lefts and rights and finally you reached the exit of the maze, you looked over at Bucky "You could've gotten us out of there an hour ago." He nodded, placing his hands on your cheeks, and kissed your forehead "Yes, but I know how much you love to figure out things on your own and I admire you so much for that." You smiled and leaned into his hands "I love you, Bucky." You kissed his palm and looked up at him "I love you too, Doll. Let's go get our pumpkins and head home." The two of you walked over to where you left your pumpkins to dry, picked them up and headed home, where you two sat on the couch surrounded by snacks and apple cider watching scary movies.

A/N: I hope you guys like this, sorry it took so long things came up, i got sick and I just haven't been in the writing mood.

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