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buckyalpine · 22 days

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Bucky's baby girl who loves his metal arm.

She runs hot just like her daddy, the serum also coursing through her keeping her extra warm. She's all fussy until Bucky cradles her in his left arm and the content sigh she lets out feeling his cool metal against her warm, chubby cheek is unmatched.

It's also perfect when she starts teething. No other toys do it like daddy's thumb. She's happily tucked in the crook of his arm, two tiny hands holding onto his much larger one so she can get a proper grip and chew on his fingers. The coldness soothes her gums.

Bucky's babygirl who only falls asleep when he holds her. It's not that she doesn't fall asleep with her mommy, but she's clearly picked up this habit directly from you. Her daddy's chest is her favourite place to be and you can't complain because you feel the exact same way. There's nothing cuter than her little gummy smile while sleeping contently on daddy's chest, his metal fingers rubbing her back in soothing circles. She practically gets lost in him when he holds her, such a tiny bundle wrapped up around metal and muscle. Of course he gives you the exact same treatment after she's around asleep in her crib and you're also softly snoring moments later.

(Just a rogue thought but imagine Bucky doesn't get the playful pout you make whenever his daughter whines to cuddle up with him, taking away from his snuggle time from you. He so very clearly has time for you both. Then you have a son. The places have been switched as he watches his babyboy coo and giggle in your arms between nursing and Bucky isn't jealous of his own son but he 100% ready for his turn to be in your lap with your boobs in his face. When his son only sleeps on mommy's warm chest with all the skin to skin contact, he's side eyeing you with his shirt off, ready for cuddles immediately after. He's a menace and it's the cutest thing)

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soliloquent-stark · 23 days

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🍀 maybe love was always near by soliloquent

4,6k words // pairing: bucky barnes & sam wilson

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“Bucky doesn’t think anything of it until the day Torres decides to open his mouth and make things awkward.

They’re friends, and co-workers, and now roommates. It’s not weird.”

or: Five times Sam and Bucky’s friends wrongly assume they’re dating and one time they get it right.

#fics by soliloquent #maybe love was always near #sambucky #winterfalcon #sambucky moodboard #sambucky fanfic #bucky barnes #sam wilson #winter soldier #captain america #falcon #fanfic #marvel #ao3 fanfic #soft bucky barnes #feels #mcu marvel #moodboard

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punkyarabella · 4 months

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His Shirt

Summary: Bucky comes to your rescue in the middle of the night.

Warnings: none

490 words

Masterlist

You

are you awake?

Bucky

yes

You

I need help don't make fun of me

Bucky

I won't what's wrong?

You

I'm in the gym showers, my shirt fell on the floor and it's all wet now can you bring me another one?

Bucky

on my way

A small smile on his lips, Bucky gets out of bed and puts some sweatpants on. He picks a shirt from his dresser and leaves the room.

"Kiddo?" he asks when he enters the showers room.

"I'm in here," your small hand appear above one of the cabins door, and he can see your naked feet on the ground.

He steps closer and gives you the shirt over the door.

"Thank you so much, Bucky," you chuckle. "I'm so clumsy."

Bucky smiles, the sound of your laughter floating in his head, and waits, leaned against the sink in front of your door, while you put on his shirt. When you eventually step out, he can't help his eyes from roaming over your small figure, his shirt covering almost completely the shorts you are wearing underneath, leaving your legs bare.

"I hope I didn't wake you up," you bite your lip, playing with the hem of his red shirt.

"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway," Bucky shrugs. But even if you did wake him up, he wouldn't hold it against you. He is simply glad that you trust him enough to call him for help. "What are you doing in the gym at this hour?"

"Couldn't sleep either."

He nods without a word, but breathes out a chuckle when you raise your wet shirt between two fingers. You twist it with a sigh to drain out the water, before taking the rest of your stuff and leaving the room. Bucky follows you to the elevator and presses the button for the floor you both share, along with Natasha, Steve and Sam.

During the short descent, the silence is thick. Bucky has to physically stop himself from staring at your legs again, while you struggle to not wet the carpeted floor with your shirt. Once you reach your bedroom, Bucky waits for you to open the door.

"Give me a second to change and I'll give you your shirt back," you hurry, but he dismisses it with his hand raised.

"Keep it," he smiles softly as he lets his eyes roam your body once again. "I have plenty of shirts, and it looks better on you, anyway."

"Thank you," you give him a bashful smile, and your cheeks turn pink.

His heart stutters for a second, because of how adorable you look in his shirt, because of how sweet you smell. He'd give everything to see you again in his shirt, and nothing else, every single night.

"Anytime," he breathes out once the oxygen manages to reach his brain. "Good night, kiddo."

"Good night, Bucky," you smile again and close the door behind you.

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vellicore · 8 months

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Thinking about Bucky visiting you while you're sick. You're terrified you're going to get him sick as well, but he's quick to remind you that he's basically immune thanks to the serum. Once he tells you that, you're almost immediately crawling onto his lap. His extra warm body feels extra inviting due to your fever. He'd hold you close, not wanting to set you down even after you've fallen asleep. It's the first amount of sleep you'd managed to get since falling ill. Bucky would make it his mission to help you feel better. He'd make sure to hold you all night, continuously checking your temperature and making sure you drink plenty of fluids. All the times he'd helped Steve when he was sick would come in handy. Despite it being over 70 years, he'd remember the little things that always helped. "It's okay, doll. I've got you."

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kyruskumiho27 · 4 months

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Master-List

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✿ Miguel Ohara who acts like he hates you(pt.1)-🥰

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✿ Self confidence *coming soon🥰

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baroquebucky · 2 years

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soup and crackers

in which bucky takes care of you when you’re sick

word count — 1,053

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a/n; hello hello ! just a quick self indulgent drabble as i am currently sick :P

Allergies were a bitch.

You’d been stuck in bed all day, under four blankets, shivering and sneezing. Your body ached, everything was cold and you had a pile of tissues next to your bed and two empty tissue boxes on the nightstand. Your hair was a mess and you looked deathly.

The worst part of it all?

Bucky wasn’t home. He was off on some mission since three days ago, possibly coming home today, possibly not.

Part of you hoped he didn’t come back today, you wanted him to come back in a couple more days when you were healthy again, not now where you know he’s scold you for being under four blankets despite having a fever. Another part was praying to every deity out there that he wakes in the front door any second now.

You’d been in and out of sleep all day, having only ate a granola bar, two Claritin’s and four bottles of water to top it all off.

Pausing the video you’d been watching, [half watching, you feel asleep four minutes in and woke up at the 30 minute mark only to pass out again later] you got up to use the restroom, dragging yourself and whining as you moved. Every muscle in your body was screaming at you to just lay down. After brushing your teeth and grabbing another water bottle you curled back under your blankets, shivering and blowing your nose one more time before passing out again.

It was quite a sight to see when bucky walked into the apartment. It was late in the afternoon so he expected you to either be cooking something or watching stuff in the living room, but when he heard nothing but the faint sound of some true crime video from your bedroom he knew something was up.

He set his bad down and took his shoes off, walking quietly to your shared bedroom and peeking in, seeing the lump of blankets and tissues littering the room. Bucky frowned slightly when he saw the Claritin box on the nightstand alongside som Vicks and tissue boxes.

“oh doll” he whispered, looking at your sleeping form, he couldn’t see much though, considering you were completely engulfed by the blankets.

Bucky debated pulling the blankets off you and waking you up to take your temperature, but by the way he saw your body shaking slightly he knew you had a fever. He shook his head, recalling the various times he’s told you to not give into the chills because it’ll just make the fever last longer.

Bucky was tired. He wanted nothing more than to shower and join you in bed. But he knew better.

Instead, he headed for the kitchen, grabbing some veggies and some noodles and getting to work. He grabbed your favorite mug and placed a tea bag in it, heating up some water before pouring it in and taking it to your shared bedroom, placing it on the nightstand before exiting.

You stirred awake at the sound of of footsteps outside. Your vision focused on the hot cup of tea, still steaming on your nightstand, you whined slightly as you sat up, taking the cup of tea in your hands and drinking it slowly. Bucky had added just enough honey in your tea, knowing that you liked for it to be sweet.

After you finished the tea, as if on cue bucky walked into the room, a soft smile on his face when he noted the empty mug.

“good morning doll” he spoke, a lopsided grin on his face as he took the mug from your hands, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“morning” you spoke, your voice hoarse. You cringed at how sick you sounded, knowing you were in for it when bucky saw your pile of tissues. You turned to look down at the tissues only for it to be gone, along with the empty boxes and the Claritin packed away with the exception of two tablets.

“i cleaned up, figured you’d be too tired” bucky spoke up after you took in your surroundings, “now gimme these blankets and come eat, i know you haven’t ate anything for however long you’ve been sick.”

You moved slowly, your body sluggish and heavy. Finally you managed to pull yourself from the warmth of the blankets, your feet hitting the ground as you trailed behind bucky to the kitchen.

“made you some noodle soup, eat up while it’s still warm, im gonna go shower if you need anything tell me okay doll?” He spoke as he served you soup in a bowl, much more than you think you could fit in your stomach.

You nodded softly and bucky kissed your temple, mumbling a soft ‘love you’ before heading to the shower. Before you knew it you were almost done with the soup and two packets of crackers, not realizing just how hungry you were. The soup was amazing and made you feel warm, you were no longer shivering and you felt yourself getting better.

As you placed the bowl in the sink and sat on the couch, bucky walked out with of the restroom, hair still wet and a smile on his face.

“how my favorite girl feeling?” He asked, you blushed slightly at the nickname.

“better, just tired still” you replied, bucky handed you a couple more pills and a cup of water, you took them quickly and set the cup down on the table, cuddling up to your boyfriend as he flicked on the tv and scrolled through the channels.

After a couple minutes of silence you spoke up, “thank you for the soup it was so good whatd you put in it?” Bucky only gave you a cheesy grin before replying.

“Love.”

You couldn’t help the smile the made it’s way onto your face as you rolled your eyes at him, your head continuing to rest on his chest.

You felt warm inside, you felt comfortable and your body felt lighter than before. Your breathing evened out and before you knew it you slipped into a peaceful sleep. You felt loved, safe and secure. Even on your worst days, bucky was there to take care of you. You were happy bucky was home, at the end of the day, you always wanted bucky home.

#bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes soft #soft bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction

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tyoho8 · 1 year

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CALLING ALL BUCKY FIC READERS!!!

Does anyone know the name of a one shot where Bucky tells the reader that he’s busy with meetings and not to call him unless needed. The readers really sick and calls bucky and he yells at her and she passes out. IF U KNOW IT PLS TELL ME.

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dailyreverie · 2 years

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bucky prompts “sit still” “i’m fine” “you’re bleeding” and “how long have you been like this?” plsss

A/N: This one also goes to @starksweasleymain who requested the same prompt + "who did this to you?" + a hint of enemies to lovers. This was hard to keep in a blurb and at 916 words its safe to say I failed lol. Thank you both for requesting!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 916 words

CW: Blood, mentions of being shot.

[gif by @bloodvows]

When you parted ways after being discovered, your legs carried you as fast as possible to the Quinjet. The hits you took had not been able to stop you, not when your life was at risk in that sketchy place. No one had reached the ship yet, and the lack of response from a crappy com malfunction only added to the anxiety.

What if they had been caught? What if you were the only survivor? What if you had to go back to the compound all by yourself?

All those questions filled your body with a tingling anxiety that made every muscle and bone ache, walking from side to side trying to ignore the pain as your mind keeps doing laps around every possible scenario. That is, until heavy boots crashing against the metal ramp reach your ears and Bucky's frame appears on the door.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The whole let's part ways and meet back in the plane had been all his idea, all his brilliant plan, and now you had no idea if the rest of the team was even alive. "That was really all you could think of? Part ways?" It was fear what carried your voice. Bucky couldn't say anything else, but he eyed you up and down and began walking towards you with caution.

"Okay, calm down, you need to-"

"Hell no, Barnes. I'm not calming down! This was an awful idea since the beggining and you know it!"

"This is not time for this!" Bucky bit his tongue to avoid snapping at you even more, as it usually went after missions with you two; he sticked to a roll of his eyes, until they opened up troubled at the sight of you. He reached his hands to your shoulders, same hands you avoided with a shrug.

Your harsh words kept hitting his ears, Bucky looking at you with frantic eyes as you limped from side to side, until he crossed the cockpit again and held your shoulders against your will. "You have to listen to me!" Bucky snapped.

"What the hell do you have to say, James?"

"You are hurt." He looked at you confused. How could you not feel that?

"I'm fine." You challenged, looking up at him determined to win this exchange.

"You are bleeding!" His suddenly panicked voice stopped you, and made you look down to where his metal hand was now holding you. So it was not anxiety making your body ache... "You were shot." Bucky added, looking for your eyes seeking for permission to move you.

The gentleness of his hands was something you had never experienced as he guided you to the closest seat, one hand on your side where blood was still coming out and another hand on your back to support you. Under his instructions, you lifted up your shirt so he could get a clear view of the wound. You hissed from the friction caused by the movement, grasping Bucky's shoulder when he began cleaning around it.

You stayed in silence for a while, letting him heal you in complete and utter quietness.

"How long have you been like this?" Bucky spoke first. His hand was still pressed to your body, calloused fingers cleaning around the shot but a soft blue you rarely see was looking up at you.

"I don't know, I felt something when we were back there fighting but I didn't really- agh- kept track of time." Your voice hitched when a new gauze touched your skin, making Bucky wince.

"Shit, it won't stop bleeding." Bucky cursed to himself. "Who did this to you?" The soft blue turned darker, looking at you and making your lungs suck in a breath.

"I- I don't know their names-" Your stutter was only caused by the intensity of his eyes. Did he really wanted you to point out the one person who went after you?

"If we had the footage, could you identify them?" You shrugged, still with a loss of words from his change of tone. You had never seen him like this, so set on finding one single person in the middle of thousands who were trying to kill you all. The depth of his eyes as he asked made your stomach turn and your heart beat faster, you could only nod as an answer; you were sure he was going to find that person.

"Parting ways was the only way to keep you safe. I'd rather have them come after me than after you." He explained, as if it made any difference now.

"Well, it didn't exactly went right did it?" Your sarcastic remark came with a pained chuckled that left you both in silence after. "What about the rest of the team?"

Bucky's jaw tensed before his eyes met yours again. "I don't care about the rest of them." He admitted quietly. "When I said I needed to keep you safe, I meant... I meant you."

Your eyes remained locked for what felt like forever, even after Sam rushed in with Nat behind him. You remained quiet, with Bucky's hand still pressed against you to try and stop the bleeding; he gave Sam instructions to fly the plane since he was still caring for you. "Just get us there as fast as you can, we need a doctor as soon as possible." He said, rising from his knees to sit next to you for the flight home.

It was a bumpy flight, one that felt even longer with the increasing pain you were feeling, but Bucky's hand never left your side, not even after landing, not even after you reached the med floor. Bucky stayed by your side all the while, strong hands and an ocean-like blue keeping you safe every time you felt pain, since that day until the rest of them.

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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years

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BUCKY BARNES | THE WINTER SOLDIER (the mcu | tfatws)

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“Zeal” (James “Bucky” Barnes x Fem!Reader)

| The events of tfatws have disrupted you and Bucky’s tentative relationship and you’re in need of some reassurance.

| Reader is always black unless I say differently

| SFW, but reference to past sex is made - soft!reader

| 1k+ words

“She just…took it off?”

From the tiny view that your phone screen provides you watch the man shrug.

It’s a helpless sort of thing that almost makes you want to laugh.

“Yeah,” you hear the soft sound of him flexing his metal arm from your phone speakers. “…didn’t even know she could do that.”

Something rears its head at the thought of Ayo disarming (quite literally) Bucky’s metal arm. It’s an oddly appealing mental image.

Bucky similarly seems less bothered by the action and more impressed that they safeguarded the arm that way.

“So you not even mad?”

Bucky shakes his head, making brief eye contact with you. “Hell no. I think it’s smart. You give somebody a weapon you better have a way to take it away too.”

“Cover your own ass,” you add on.

Bucky gives you a small smile, the one that makes your stomach flutter as his eyes light up.

“Yeah, Baby Doll, that’s right. Cover your ass.”

He laughs as he repeats your words and then he leans down. He’s in a very ornate kitchen you’re unfamiliar with, as he lays his arms on the countertop and looks at you head on.

You smile back at him. “The arm is working now though?”

He flexed it again. Through the screen the rapid shifting of the plates enraptured you.

You're still staring at them as your boyfriend (?) answers you.

“Yeah, second I reattached it, it was good as new…”

You hum quietly in acknowledgment. The arm glints as he shifts. You liked the new one. He didn’t lean nearly as much with it and the amount of worriedly maneuvering around his constantly messed up shoulder had significantly lessened.

Plus it was nice. Less like a messily put together engineering project and more refined. All sleek gold and grey. The first time he’d shown it to you you had nearly swooned. On top of him having been more lively than ever, he’d truly let the weight of the arm press against your skin, and being able to live in that joy with him was a memory you’d always cherish. The borderline marathon sex you’d had to celebrate that made you walk fucked up for a week was also a memory you’d always cherish.

You were of the opinion that it added to Bucky’s sex appeal more than the old one ever did. And you loved the way it felt on your skin. For all intents and purposes it was metal, but it was the smoothest metal you’d ever felt, and all that power in such an oddly soft packaging up against you was electrifying.

Bucky liked to make comments about the way the metal arm looked wrapped around your body too. Loved how the gold complemented the dark mahogany of your skin.

He reveled in just being able to touch you with his left hand for hours. Teasing you to the edge with only the touch of his hands up and down your form and his whispered words.

You’re thinking about that night, the filthy things that had come out of his honeyed mouth. He’d been like spiced dew that night and you lick your lips remembering the way he had looked at you.

Grey eyes just as sharp as his tongue as he flayed you open to your most vulnerable bits.

“…y/n? Baby!”

You blink up and meet the very eyes you were waxing poetic about in your head, now steeped in concern.

“Yeah,” You straighten up a little, putting your bowl and spatula down. “I’m sorry, I’m okay. Was just lost in thought is all.”

He arches an eyebrow at you.

“You were lost for a while. What made you lose yourself for so long?”

You laugh and look past the screen.

“Umm…you?”

He laughs, “But I’m talking to you right now, doll.”

The small pit of frustration you’ve been harboring ever since Bucky left on a mission with Sam that was only supposed to take three days two weeks ago bubbles up. You breathe air out through your nose.

“Jamie,” you whine. It makes you kind of feel like a baby, but the way Bucky’s focus on you instantly shifts is worth it.

“What,” he murmurs. Voice dropping deliciously low. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You contemplate it. You could tell him this is the worst you’ve felt apart from him. Your relationship had only just hit its peak and then poof, he was away again.

Or you could save more of your pride for another day and keep pretending like you didn’t miss all the different ways the man on the phone with you had carved his way into your everyday life.

Ultimately your heart decides for you before your head can interject when a whine tumbles unbidden from your throat.

Your eyes widen and you drop your head into your arms. You cannot believe you just fucking did that. What were you? A dog?

Bucky’s rich laughter and the sound of the phone moving reaches your ears and you want to fall behind the counter and crawl away from your device.

“Doll? Y/n, can you look at me?”

You whine again, this time on purpose and at a much more dignified frequency.

The sound of a door closing is what finally gets you to look up, and you’re met immediately with Bucky’s smiling face.

“Hey. You gonna listen to me now?”

You reluctantly nod.

“Good. Can you tell me why you ducked your head?”

Your brow furrows and you glare at him a little. Really, he had to ask?

“Because it’s fucking lame?”

He doesn’t react to your sarcasm outside of the smile that briefly tugs at the corner of his lips before he goes serious again.

You’re having a hard time telling if he’s really worried or just messing with you.

He locks eyes with you and you instantly know the question there without him having to voice it. Your fingers tap a brief rhythm into the marble of your counter before you reluctantly suck up your pride for a second time.

You look away and shrug softly. “It’s just weird.”

He gives a patient look you don’t feel fits your mood right now.

“What’s weird, doll?”

Somewhere in the back of your throat you definitely feel like whining again but you only shift on your feet in response and swallow the urge.

Your response is barley above a whisper.

“Missing you this much. Being so needy,” you shrug again. “Shit’s embarrassing.”

Bucky shifts as he sits at a desk, and his eyes are sparkling again. Damn.

“Why’s it gotta be embarrassing. I miss you too.”

“Jamie…” you start to say but he’s already shaking his head.

“You're allowed to miss me. I was missing you last night even.”

Something flutters in your chest. You smile.

“You were?”

He nods.

“Mhm. Bad, but I knew you were asleep so I didn’t call.”

From where your arms are crossed you start drumming a pattern into your skin.

“You could’ve. I wouldn’t have minded waking up to you some more.”

Bucky gives you the sweetest smile and you duck your head again before looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“But you miss me too?”

“Of course I miss you, doll. Feels like we only had a week to ourselves before this whole mess started.”

You agree with a small nod.

“I’m sorry about that by the way.”

“Hmm?” You feign confusion.

You flick a nonexistent speck from your arm at the intensity behind his eyes as he meets yours.

“I’m sorry about the mission going so topsy turvy, that wasn’t the plan at all, and I really was excited to spend the summer with you.”

A small smile upturns your lips.

“It’s okay, shit happens.” You shrug before making jazz hands. “You’re a big superhero after all.”

“Yeah I’m something alright,” Pink dusts across his cheeks as his eyes shift to something past the screen.

You speak slowly. “A superhero.”

“We’ll agree to disagree on that one,” he grunts while shuffling things across the desk.

You can’t help chuckling a little.

“Oh alright. So we working on that when you get back then?”

Bucky snorts, “If we’re working on my self worth then we’re working on yours too.”

You make an afronted face.

“Me? I’m fine!”

Bucky laughs, he literally laughs at you, head thrown back and everything.

“There’s zero universes where you believe you not being able to admit you feel an emotion you deem too soft as being ‘fine’, Y/n. If I’m fucked up you’re fucked up with me!”

You smile at him, something raw but genuine as his laughter peters out and the two of you just stare at one another.

Bucky’s beautiful, you've said that since the day you first met, and you’d probably say it long after today passed. But this is maybe the first time it’s really hit you that he’s yours. Or at least that he could be. It’s been almost a half a year since you’ve been exclusive with him (at least on your side) and he’s yet to put a title to what you are.

And you’re too scared to just ask him to put a name to your thing. You’d put a lot into a relationship only for a guy to tell you y’all were just fwb’s before, and you were praying Bucky would be different.

You just weren’t ready to confirm either way yet.

“We’ll be fucked up together then,” you propose.

Bucky gives you one of his rare cocky little smirks that attractively curls his lips and then he’s holding up a pinky finger.

You raise your eyebrow.

He shrugs, nodding to the aforementioned finger. “Pinky promise. We’ll be fucked up together.”

Something sweet and hopeful wraps around his words, and you know him well enough by now that you can tell he’s nervous, so you smile back at him. The action makes whatever was lingering on the corner of his eyes not disappear, but lighten a little.

Seeing that makes your own worries unclench in your stomach as you hold up your own little finger to your phone screen.

Simultaneously you both curl your pinkies in mimicry of them wrapping around each other.

“Promise.”

NOTES: This is my first full imagine/x reader posted here, so bare with me. Yes, all my reader inserts will likely be black. I spent too many years writing unfinished imagines with inserts that I explicitly wrote as white because I didn’t think someone with my skin tone could be an insert to still be keeping that shit up any longer.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #black!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #bucky barnes x black female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #soft bucky barnes #black y/n #bucky barnes fluff

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softly-potter · 1 year

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📕Still Friends by softlypotter_0

#winterwitch #bucky barnes x wanda maximoff #rare pairing #wandavision #soft bucky barnes

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buckyalpine · 6 months

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Bucky giggles

Could you imagine the first time people hear Bucky giggle. Not a belly laugh, not a chuckle, not a snort or a cackle. A giggle. The cutest, most adorable giggle with the nose scrunch and shy smile and flushed cheeks. Sam paused mid sentence, doing a double take before staring back at Tony.

“Did-did you just hear that?”

Tony’s face scrunches into something between a cross of amusement and confusion when he hears it again.

“The man who threw me off a roof is giggling”

“He almost shot me in the face” Tony snorted, the both of them watching Bucky scroll through a phone he just learned to use. He’s blissfully unaware he’s the current centre of attention, fully invested with scrolling through tiktok. He’s splayed out on the couch like a baby while his head rests on your lap, nearly purring in between his giggles when you card your fingers through his hair.

“He’s like a house cat. A really large, has the ability to kill us all from miles away, house cat” Sam shook his head. You absolutely love when he giggles because it’s not often. It’s when he’s relaxed and happy without a care in the world, comfortable enough to let his guard down. He comes the sweetest puppy ever and it melts you every time.

“You’re so cute, baby” you lean over to peck his nose causing another adorable sound to sneak out, his cheeks blushing even more “the absolute cutest”

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jordyn-b-barnes · 9 months

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Chapter 11 is going up in the next few minutes!!

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes series #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes slow burn #bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky fanfic #marvel fanfic series #marvel fanfic writer #the winter soldier #soft bucky barnes #tooth rotting fluff #all the feels

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punkyarabella · 10 months

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Simple Enough

Summary: You've been single for too long so your best friend forces you to attend a cooking class. But you're not the only one here against your will.

Warnings: none, only fluff

1400+ words

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You sighed as you looked up at the bright sign on the front of the building, advertising the cooking classes your best friend made you sign up for. Leah was concerned, you had been single for more than a year now, and showed no interest in joining the dating scene. She figured a cooking class would be a good start to meet some people.

Leah swore up and down that she would come with you, but of course, you had been waiting for ten minutes, and still no sign of the traitor.

You

You're not coming are you?

Leah

Sorry, have fun 💋

You

🖕

Huffing, you put your phone back in your purse, and glanced at the doors again, the nerves twisting in your stomach.

On your right, a car slowed down to let out a passenger.

"I hate you, you know that, right?" The man on the sidewalk grunted through the open window.

"I promise you'll love me!" The driver laughed, before leaving.

The man turned to look at the building, and at you. Because you were still staring. He seemed huge compared to the small car he just stepped out of, his large shoulders clad in leather, just like his hands, dark eyebrows furrowed over slightly confused blue eyes.

"Hi," you smiled awkwardly. "Here against your will too?"

"Uh, yeah," he nodded, glancing at the doors, "something like that."

Although uncomfortable, he seemed nice.

"My friend ditched me, wanna team up?" you offered.

He eyed you up and down, and shrugged, "sure."

You smiled again and he liked that. You seemed inviting, warm and safe compared to everything he had known until now.

"I'm Bucky," he stepped closer, offering you a gloved hand.

You shook it enthusiastically and gave him your name. Bucky repeated it once, testing the words on his tongue.

"Alright, ready?" you raised an eyebrow, a hand hovering above the door handle. He only nodded.

Inside, a few other people were gathering in pairs around tables covered with ingredients and tools, and you quickly realized they were mostly couples. Did you just invite a stranger to a first date? You cringed inside, but you had to admit that this stranger was quite easy on the eyes. You followed Bucky to a table and dropped your purse and jacket next to it. Bucky shed his too, revealing a long-sleeved shirt, but he kept his gloves.

"Are you cold?" you nodded at the leather.

He looked away, "no."

Alright then. The teacher showed up and started the class. The recipe of the day was fried chicken with a side of vegetables. Simple enough, you thought. The first step, chopping the vegetables. You turned toward Bucky.

"Are you good with knives, Bucky?" you raised an eyebrow, it seemed to be a quirk of yours.

He liked how his name sounded on your lips, soft and harmless.

"Yeah, I guess," he seemed even more uncomfortable somehow.

"Great, I don't like 'em, almost chopped off a finger trying to slice a potato the other day," you scoffed, and the corners of Bucky's lips curved up quickly but you didn't miss it.

"I'll handle the knife, then," he answered and you smiled.

You washed the vegetables before handing them to him. He took the knife in his right hand and started to cut. You were mesmerized. The speed, the precision, the agility.

"Wow, you're good good," you chuckled and he felt a nice warmth in his chest. It'd been a long time since he had impressed a pretty lady. "Where the hell did you learn that?"

"Um," the blade slowed down, "I was in the army."

That was the answer the therapist suggested when he told her how uncomfortable he'd get at this kind of question. You seemed satisfied with it and turned to get the spices.

"Alright, now we need to start the fryer," you plugged in the machine.

"That thing?" he looked suspicious of it.

"Yeah, for the chicken." You pushed a few buttons and Bucky kept staring at the machine. "You don't like robots?"

He looked at you, and shook his head, "never used 'em."

You frowned at that, most people had at least used an electric whisk or a mixer, and the army definitely used robots now. He wished the ground swallowed him. Now you would think about how weird he was.

"Okay," you shrugged, with a warm smile, "you handle the knives and I handle the robot."

Bucky let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. You turned on the fryer, announcing what each button pressed was for, and Bucky smiled softly as he watched above your shoulder. The sweet smell of your perfume eased his nerves.

Following the teacher's instructions, you fried the chicken while Bucky took care of the vegetables. You two worked well together, chatting about random stuff while maneuvering around the table, blissfully ignoring the dozen people surrounding you. You even got three small chuckles out of Bucky, and it was the most delightful thing you heard in a while.

"Ouch," you hissed, stepping away from the fryer.

In a second, Bucky was next to you. "What did you do?"

"Some oil got on my hand, it's alright," you showed him your slightly red skin and he had to stop himself from reaching out and touching it.

"Let me do it, peaches. I just take the handle and pull it out right?"

You could only stare at him, an eyebrow raised, always the left one.

"Peaches?" you grinned, and your stomach tied in a knot when he immediately blushed.

"Sorry, um, your perfume smell like peaches," Bucky looked anywhere else but your face. "I like peaches."

"Oh," and now you were blushing too.

Alright, you had to admit Leah was right about this cooking class. But you'd never say that to her face.

"So, the handle?" Bucky glanced at you.

"Oh, yeah, just take it out and put it there," you shook your head and he nodded.

And that's when shit hit the fan. Bucky stepped closer to the fryer, but you forgot to warn him about the short cable hanging in the air, and he stepped on it, unplugging it in the process. You barely registered what happened that Bucky had already stopped the machine from tumbling over, spilling boiling oil on his left hand.

"Oh my God, your hand!" you yelped, catching everyone's attention.

"What's going on?" The teacher approached your table.

"Nothing, the robot almost fell over and I just got a few drops on my hand," Bucky wished for this moment to be over, his left hand clutched behind his back.

"What? No! You've got at least third-degree burns!" You frowned.

"I'll put some water on it," he offered, just so you'd stop worrying and talking about his hand.

But you followed him to the bathroom. You felt guilty, if you hadn't burned yourself, he wouldn't have needed to step in, literally.

"Are you sure, Bucky? You got a lot of oil on there!"

"Yes, don't worry, peaches." He tried to turn his back to you while standing over the sink, but you needed to make sure he was okay so you stood right next to the small sink.

"The leather will melt into your skin!"

"I, uh-" Bucky glanced at you and realized you were not backing down anytime soon. "I don't have skin." His eyes screwed shut at that.

You blinked. It took you a second but you remembered. He told you he had been in the army.

"It's a prosthetic," your voice was soft, your eyebrow raised.

"Yeah," he bit his lip, finally looking into your eyes again.

"Did the oil damage it?"

Bucky laughed at that and you frowned.

"No, the oil did not damage it," he looked slightly more comfortable now.

"Is it just the hand?"

"The whole arm and shoulder," he shrugged it.

"Wow," you glanced at it but went right back to the blue of his eyes. "In the army?"

"Uh, yeah," he picked at the little melted pieces of leather now poking out of his glove.

You took a second to look at his face, and you noticed the small scars, the lines dug by years of battle, and the tired eyes.

"Alright. You wanna get back in there?"

"I'd rather not," Bucky breathed out, and you nodded.

"Coffee?"

He looked at you, the hint of a smile in his eyes. You were not freaked out, you were not running for the hills. And for God's sake, you were gorgeous.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #fluff #bucky barnes #soft bucky barnes #meet cute #cooking together #bucky's vibranium hand #cute

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