#tfatws headcanon

[annikityk]

I also low-key have a headcanon that Bucky is actually rich in the present due to some investments in the 40s, so whenever Zemo tries to impress him with his wellness, Bucky's just "been there done that"

#fanfiction #fiction #winterbaron #winter soldier #bucky barnes #baron zemo #helmut zemo #tfatws #tfatws headcanon #winterbaron headcanon

[staying-elive]

A follow on from my Figaro post

The final TFATWS post credit scene should've been Bucky, at Sam's home, maybe sitting on the porch reading. [maybe Lord of the Rings? Did he know the Hobbit had a sequel?!]

Anyway, his super hearing zeroes in on some tiny meows...

Bucky gets up, walks over to the tree line to investigate, and lo and behold! Hidden behind a shrub is a little white kitten.

Enter Alpine.

#bucky and alpine #tfatws headcanon #bucky barnes #alpine #alpine and figaro become besties and then the sambucky family is now complete 💗 #cat dads #sambucky headcanons #sambucky #bucky headcanons

[ghostlyfleur]

listen

i want writers to make mr grumpy james bucky barnes even more grumpy. unhinged even.

still a good, caring guy like we know he is, but also definitely embracing all of his abilities in a sort of “hydra gave me the serum and this combate knowledge and these abilities to make me a monster now watch me use it on them” way.

like sorta “i know a crazy when i see one ‘cause i am crazy” insane. maniacal laugh. sarcastic little shit. insufferable. mad hatter type yk? MAD HATTER TYPE OF CRAZY. MAD. do you see the vision? and i want him dressed like this:

[seb played the mad hatter once. he can do it]

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Absolutely love your block and thought I will just sent an ask😂😂

I know you don’t take requests right now. But what do you think would Bucky take you out for the first date? (Maybe TFATWS Bucky? Or 40’s Bucky?)

Thank you in advance.🩷🩷

whaat omg absolutely I love yours!! I chose tfatws bucky bc he’s my fave, these are my thoughts/ hcs. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

FIRST DATES WITH BUCKY.

implied fem!reader

so, im thinking…

he's still getting used to the idea of dating in this century and things are so much more different now, to how they were in the 40s. things he would've done for dates aren't as common now, so he's trying to find that sweet spot of balancing two different lives

also, he's still in the process of regaining his confidence, so dating is a little daunting, especially first dates. he wants the date to feel comfortable for him and yourself, but he also wants to make an impression and woo you

if you're already friends beforehand, it would ease him a lot more - since there's a dynamic already. but that doesn't mean he won't be nervous about it! but if it's the first time you've hung out, it would take him a whole lot longer to warm up

he's still pretty charming and chivalrous: brings flowers, offers to pick you up, pulls your seat out for you, lets you order first, pays attention to you, offers to pay, offers to take you back. he's very sweet and tries to go back to the ways of dating

the longer he's around someone, the more he becomes his authentic self. his charm would naturally seep out much more and he would just grow a lot more comfortable with you

I think he needs that reassurance that he's doing well during the first dates, so any indication you give him goes a long way. ie laughing genuinely, touching his hand, acting and showing that you're engaged and interested in his company, asking to see him again, not making him feel like a sore thumb

dinner, a movie and a walk back is probably an ideal date for him. it has all the things that feel familiar to him, and it'll give him more time and opportunity to open up. it allows for there to be comfortable silences, which gives him more time to ease

he has so much love to give but just needs that person who can coax it out of him/ someone he can give it to☹️

want to wrap him in cotton wool

* gif isn’t mine, found it on pinterest *

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #tfatws

[th30ra3k3n]

“it was the eyes.

the secret of love was in the eyes.

the way one person looked at another,

the way eyes communicated and

spoke when lips never moved.”

(v.c. andrews)

#sambucky #sambucky is endgame #sambucky playlist #sambucky is real #sambucky fic #sambucky fanfic #sam wilson x bucky barnes #bucky x sam #sam wilson #bucky barnes #bucky barnes in in love with sam wilson #sambucky headcanons #sam x bucky #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel mcu

[lives-in-midgard]

Imagine Bucky calling you at work

Masterlist

You were feeling ill yesterday so Bucky wanted to call you to check if you are okay

One of your coworkers took the call and asked him who he is and he answered "Barnes, I'm y/n's boyfriend"

Your coworker told him that you are good and asked him if he would like to talk to you.

Bucky said yes because he wanted to hear it from you.

"Hey doll, sorry that I'm interrupting you at work. I just wanted to make sure that you are okay." He said when you answered the phone.

You told him that you are feeling good and that he didn't need to worry.

"I'm glad you are feeling better, can't wait to see you later, doll."

"Me too, I have to continue my work now."

"Sure, See you later, doll."

When you ended the call you wanted to continue your work but your coworkers wouldn't stop talking about how cute and caring Bucky is. And how sweet it was of him to call you to check on you.

You blushed even more when they asked how you could find such a gentleman.

When you got home you found Bucky cooking something for you in the kitchen.

You walked over to him and gave him a hug from behind.

"Hey doll" Bucky said and immediately made you smile.

"Hey babe"

Bucky turned around in your arms

"Thank you, for calling me today... hearing your voice made me feel so much better." You said and Bucky smiled at you.

"Of course and if you want I can call you more often from now on."

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x you fluff #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes comfort #bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes headcanon #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x you #marvel fanfiction #marvel headcannon #sebastian stan #tfatws bucky

[rassvetsky]

i was wondering if u can come up with ‘a trust issue who needs reassurance all the time’ reader and ‘i dont know how to communicate my feelings’ bucky. basically a miscommunication trope.

i will accept however storyline and ending you make because i love you and i love ur writing💕❤️❤️

hi babe!! i really really hope i did your wonderful request at least some justice because i got too carried away-- i hope you like it! thank you for existing ♡

Out Of Mind

bucky barnes x reader

"Falling in love with you terrified Bucky, enough to push you away. He was sure that it's better this way. But merely a week later, when you disappear without a trace, Bucky realized that he couldn't handle being without you."

[5.2k] | angst with a happy ending, miscommunication, arguing, bucky being an asshole at first but he has his reasons, natasha being protective, sassy tony, canon level violence, fighting, reader getting minor injuries, clint is the loml, bucky is an idiot in love my dudes, they're so cute god help me

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

Bucky used to be a simple man, Steve had told you long ago. After all those years of torture, he developed… Complexity.

And you couldn't agree more.

He was a tender lover to begin with, the one to always make sure that you were alright, the one to put your wellbeing above his. He wasn't good with words- wasn't the most expressive man out there, but you understood him. You understood why he never included cards in the flowers he sent to you, or sometimes didn't say anything back to your love declarations other than a bashful smile; you understood that for him, these things worked in different ways now.

And that's why he loved you so much. That's why he was terrified.

Because the deeper he fell for you, the more intense his feelings got. The harder his separation anxiety hit, the more mushed his brain became.

And in any other scenario, that would be lovely. Those butterflies that one would feel in their stomach, or the sweet little dumbification that came hand to hand with love. In another life, he'd bask in the feeling. He'd see the world around him under a different light, a light that you cast on his life.

But in this life? It was nothing but dangerous. Nothing but absolutely horrendous.

Because he was supposed to focus. He was supposed to be alert. His fight or flight response had to be on at all times and no matter what, he was supposed to prioritize his life to save the others.

He couldn't do that when you were involved, not anymore. The paranoia got too much- he was terrified of seeing you get hurt, of losing you in any way. That fear brought out the worst in him, causing fights to break out whenever you willingly got yourself in trouble, distracting him, making you drift apart further.

You didn't want that. He didn't want that. But life for you wasn't always just movie nights at the compound, breakfasts on bed, long nights of talking about the future.

He had to let the chips fall where they may.

You needed reassurance, he knew that. But suddenly, after the last mission you went on with the team including Bucky, he suddenly… Stopped doing that. That bashful grin was nowhere to be seen when you told him you loved him, when you held his hand it just didn't last as long as it usually did, he… He didn't even look at you properly. And that went on for days, each day worse than the one before, until he barely even talked to you.

And the dread you felt on your chest was unbearable.

The night-time fell quicker than any other day that one evening, as you prepared yourself a warm tea to accompany your book. Carrying the mug up to your shared room with Bucky, you slowly got under the sheets, holding the book open with one hand, mug with the other.

The plot was barely interesting to you with all the thoughts running through your mind, snatching your attention from the words, making you have to go back and reread the same paragraphs over and over. It wasn't anything new, this type of distraction, but more often than not, it was the aftermath of the latest mission plaguing your mind. Not your boyfriend being excessively restrained towards you, as if your sole existence was a problem for him.

Speaking of, maybe it was. Maybe you were too high-maintenance for him, maybe you weren't giving him enough space, maybe he was just going through something. Or maybe, he was done with you. He didn't need you anymore, now that he got rid of the vivid nightmares and dissociations-

How cruel of you to think that. How cruel of him to leave that open as a possibility.

With your tea half-drank, you set the mug back on the nightstand, pinning the bookmark between the pages before leaving it by the mug. You didn't feel like laying down- didn't think you could fall asleep with your mind on overdrive like this anyway. Getting up from where you were laid across, you slowly made your way over to the window, arms crossed on your chest as you heaved a sigh. The view was nice, moonlight illuminated enough of the surrounding trees, and if you were to squint, you could see the grass shine wetly, with a layer of dew upon them.

You couldn't help the way your shoulders tensed a bit when the door knob twisted open, hearing the heavy steps of your lover and a sigh leaving his lips. Your back was facing him still, and you didn't dare to look at him, figuring he was busy changing his clothes judging by the shuffling sound of fabric.

The slight squeak of the mattress brought a bitter grin to your lips as you spoke up. "Not even gonna talk to me?"

He was quiet for a full minute. "Sorry. I'm tired, sweetheart."

"Of me?"

"What?" he sounded surprised. "Wha- why would I be tired of you?"

"I don't know." you sighed. "You've been acting incredibly distant for the past week. Figured I was tiring you out."

Another squeak, he was on his feet now. Slowly walking towards you, he rested a hand on the small of your back, but you still didn't look at him. You wouldn't admit that to yourself but you really didn't want to know the truth.

"Don't be ridiculous," he spoke, tone quiet. "It's just that… The missions, you know how they-"

"We went through rougher missions back then," you chuckled. "On the verge of death, covered in blood. Missions that went on for months. You didn't treat me like this then."

"How am I treating you?"

"Like I'm a fucking nuisance!" you finally snapped, pushing his hand away from your body before turning towards him. Your eyes were wide with anger, chest heaving. "You're treating me like you don't even want to see me!"

"You're my girlfriend!" he was bewildered, albeit a bit guilty. "Of course I want to see you, what the fuck are you even talking about?!"

A scoff left your lips. "Fuck that! You used to treat me better when we were barely friends," you watched him look away, annoyed. "I've been trying to give you some space but you- you just won't tell me shit! You're barely talking to me, anyway! How the hell am I supposed to know what I did wrong if you won't even talk to me, Bucky?!"

Bucky felt his heart getting heavier. "Stop assuming that you did something wrong-"

"Then what else?! What else can I assume? For fuck's sake, am I supposed to assume that there's someone else, or you're just- you're just sick of me. That you don't need me anymore, is that what I'm supposed to think?" you could feel the tears building up by your waterline. "Fucking hell, it'd hurt way less if I was sure that it's all my fault! Or- even if you were- I just- just tell me what the fuck is wrong with you, please?"

"Nothing!" he was loud, suddenly. The sudden outburst had you taking a step back in instinct, and he panicked so hard for a moment that he almost took a step towards you.

He knew he shouldn't.

"Nothing, okay? Just one of those weeks. Leave it alone."

"Fine." you sighed. "Fine, I'll leave it alone. I'll leave you alone, Bucky, to figure your shit out and- please, for the love of God, don't talk to me until you do. I'm done being treated like garbage." and with a final shove to his chest, you walked out of the door.

Bucky knew that he deserved that.

Hell, he deserved a solid punch for the way he was treating you but he didn't know how else to act. He didn't know what else to do. He was so sick of worrying, being in a constant state of paranoia because of you, so sick of his heart hurting like someone reached right into his chest and severed it off whenever you got hurt.

Was he protecting himself, or you?

"Hey," Sam swiftly sat by Bucky's side with a bowl of cereal on his palms, not giving the other a chance to walk away before speaking up again. "You good? You look like… Hell, I can't sugarcoat this. You look like absolute shit."

Bucky felt like absolute shit.

"I'm fine." he muttered, eyes trained on the big TV screen in front of them. The compound had been pretty quiet for the past few weeks, with the main troublemakers scattered around the globe for a mission.

Sam saw right through his bullshit, though. "Your girl ain't talking to you?"

"None of your business."

"She looks like absolute shit too."

Bucky took a moment to process that.

"Did you guys fight?"

"Again, none of your business, Sam." heaving a sigh, Bucky slowly pushed himself up to his feet, leaving Sam sitting on the couch all alone. Natasha, who was busy making herself something to eat to get through lunch, decided to chime in after Bucky managed to take a few steps away.

"You push her away the second things get hard and then wonder why she hates you."

If looks could kill, Bucky's would murder everyone in that room under three seconds. "She doesn't hate me."

"You want her to hate you."

"Bullshit."

"Because you hate yourself. Isn't that it?"

Sam's eyes were wide when he looked at Natasha. She was the one to deliver a hard kick on the shin when one needed it, tough-loving and relentless with her words- not to hurt the other, but to give them a chance to see things from a different perspective.

When Bucky didn't say anything, Natasha decided to continue. "I don't know how you're justifying this in that 'cyborg' brain but you don't have one single right to punish her. For absolutely no reason, too."

"Natasha-"

"Shut it, Sam." she shook her head. "We get it, you don't like fights. But I never took you for a coward, James, and you're not being anything else but that with the way you're refusing to fight for her."

Nobody said anything else for a solid minute, while Natasha kept glaring at Bucky. His eyes were on the ground now, the harsh nature of Natasha's words hitting him right across the chest- and it hurt. It hurt bad, because he knew that he was hurting you on purpose. "How do I make it right?"

"In my opinion? Leave her the fuck alone-"

"No, no. Natasha, calm your horses," Sam got up from where he was seated, approaching the two with a relaxed expression to calm them both down. "Just tell her how you feel, man. Be real with her. Be completely honest- if you don't love her anymore, just say so. If that's not the case, then-"

"I love her, Sam."

A soft sigh left Sam's lips. "I know. Just talk to her. She'll understand."

Bucky shook his head in a nod. The idea of talking to you was nerve-wracking, to say the least. You hadn't talked to him in a week, despite living in the same compound. Didn't even dare to step into your shared room when he was there, instead deciding to take on a vacant room for a while and get your work done in silence.

You were afraid of continuing that argument, honestly. Because you and Bucky- you two weren't the type to argue. Problems would be solved in peace at all times, with both parties admitting to their faults. So when that dynamic changed, it freaked you out. Just like how falling in love with you freaked out Bucky.

"FRIDAY," Bucky called out. "Where's Y/N?"

An automated voice answered immediately. "I'm afraid that information is classified." Bucky tensed up quicker than he'd like to admit.

"What?" Sam muttered under his breath, gaze finding Natasha's confused one. Natasha spoke up not too long afterwards. "What do you mean by classified?"

"Mr. Stark specifically requested that I keep Mrs. Y/L/N's current location confidential."

"Fucking hell," Bucky heaved a sigh. "Have any of you seen her today?"

"Nah," with a shrug, Sam walked towards the counter to set down his bowl of cereal, suddenly not interested in the food but rather, your whereabouts. "Last I saw her… Yesterday evening, yeah. She was leaving Tony's office, didn't say anything."

"Where did she go after that?"

"Man, how would I know? I'm not keepin' tabs on your girlfriend, that's your job."

"FRIDAY, where's Tony?" Natasha ignored the two, focusing on the matter at hand. For all she knew, you weren't the one to keep secrets from the team. Even on solo missions, you would always keep your tracker on just in case.

"In his office. Shall I inform Mr. Stark of your visit?"

"Nope." lips pressed into a thin line, and a not-so-apologetic shrug. Typical Tony Stark nature. "Just because you live here doesn't mean you have to know everything."

"But she's my girlfriend."

"Just because she made that mistake doesn't mean you have to know everything, Barnes." Tony quipped. "If anyone else in this room was on her position and I were to give away your location, which she specifically made sure that I wouldn't tell, I would be murdered horrendously."

"It's not like her to do that." Natasha's tone was way softer than Bucky's, understandably. She was mad at Bucky and worried about you at the same time but still, keeping her cool was an art form and she was doing it beautifully. "We're just worried, that's all."

"You don't seem like her parents to me."

"Would you tell us if we were her parents?"

"Wilson, use your head. Of course I wouldn't." plopping down on his seat with a huff, Tony rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you'd beg to differ but I'm a very virtuous and excruciatingly handsome man, and I made a promise, so… The door is right behind you. I got a lot of stuff to do."

The sound of Bucky's palm meeting the desk separating him from Tony caused everyone's eyes to find his, including Tony. "You have to give me something."

"I don't owe you anything." Tony's words were like venom as they dripped from his tongue, his challenging gaze on Bucky's rampageous one. "But if you really, really want her to hate all of you, fine. She's on a solo mission."

"A solo mission?! You sent her on a solo mission?!" Sam was quick to grab Bucky by the arm, pulling him back a little.

"Man, calm down-"

"Last time I checked, she was perfectly capable of handling a mission and taking care of herself." Tony spoke, calm despite the furious man standing in front of him. "She wanted to go. Why the hell would I say no?"

"Bucky, he's right." Natasha pushed herself up from the wall she was leaning on. Signaling for Sam to possibly take Bucky out of the office with her eyes, she approached the desk. "I'm sure she's fine and she only did that just so you wouldn't go after her."

"Yeah," Sam continued. "Let's just- let's get you out of here. She'll be back before you know it."

Tony didn't miss the glare Bucky sent his way when he left the office with Sam.

Feeling Natasha's judgmental eyes on him, he looked up at her, leaning back on his seat comfortably. "Do you need anything?"

"What are you hiding?"

"Nothing, except for her location."

"No," Natasha shook her head. "It's obvious you didn't tell us everything. I'm not expecting you to, but I've known you for a long time, Tony. I can see it when you're leaving a crucial part out."

A sigh left Tony's lips.

"She's indeed on a solo mission. A mission that I know absolutely nothing about, and she disabled her own tracker."

"Are you sure nobody knows you're here?"

"God, Clint, what's with all the secrecy?" you weren't even sure your hushed whisper was heard by Clint, crowded streets of Hong Kong were noisy enough to usher a headache within you. You hadn't seen him in a while, with him retiring again, and God he retired a lot, but after receiving a message with 'emergency, don't tell anybody.' and coordinates, you rushed to his aid rather immediately.

You owed him a lot.

Following him to a small apartment building as he pushed the door open, you looked behind to see if anybody was following, before climbing up the stairs with him. "What's going on?"

"Extraction." he whispered. "Kind of a sensitive one. Tony didn't want anyone involved."

"I really think Laura should lock you up sometimes."

"So do I, kid."

Your time spent in his small hideout apartment was filled with intel and planning. It was supposed to be a very quiet mission, a sensitive one like he mentioned earlier- a swift infiltration to save a former SHIELD agent from where he was held prisoner, just so he could return to his research.

You didn't quite understand why Tony wouldn't want anyone to be involved and to save the agent, but you weren't going to ask. You trusted Clint, sometimes more than you did Tony, and if Clint told you that what he's doing was right, then you'd believe him.

The next day, with both of you suited up, his arrows ready and your secret knives hidden beneath layers of fabric all around your body; the quiet approach to the building went pretty smoothly. He kept telling you to keep your cool and to keep it quiet. This was a stealth op, and made sure to assure you that you were excellent at those.

Except, for all the stealth operations, your partner was Bucky. He was the one who knew exactly what you were going to do without needing you to tell him, he was the one who fought by your side, in so much sync with you that it felt like you two were one mind split to two bodies. You felt safer when he was by your side, calm enough to perform better.

You didn't tell Clint that. You didn't tell him that you felt way too insecure without Bucky by your side to perform well.

He was expecting your help, and you were going to deliver.

Except, things took a turn for the worse far too quickly. You got into the room in which the agent was kept, with Clint following from far behind to keep you safe; and saved the agent from his restraints. Before you could lead him out, though, you heard Clint telling you to stop taking your time because apparently, a swarm of people were coming your way, and he had to hide.

You helped the agent all the way down to the ground from the first floor, through the piping by the outer side of the wall and informed Clint of your current location, before spotting a few men running your way.

Pushing the agent away towards the woods where he could hide and protect himself, you pulled your gun out and managed to down at least two of the five men. You noticed one of them following the agent as the two attacked you; landing a harsh kick by one's neck before sliding out your knife and swinging it at the other's direction, but the distraction that they needed came quickly when through your in-ear, you heard Clint's voice again.

"Shit, abort. Get the hell out of there, get away from the building."

And a loud explosion right to your left followed.

Natasha was torn.

Tony's words kept replaying themselves on her head as she paced around the room, unable to decide between telling Bucky and keeping it to herself. She didn't know what she would be risking if she told him, but at the same time, you could get yourself in a much bigger situation and a supporting pair of eyes at solo missions were always required.

She couldn't bear the worry and uncertainty anymore.

Pushing the back door that led to the living room open with a loud thud, she found Bucky by the kitchen area, and Sam by the couch, watching the afternoon news. "I need to tell you guys something."

Bucky perked up at that, pulling himself away from his moping state to get back up on his feet, and walk towards the couch where Natasha approached. "She disabled her own tracker. Tony has no idea where she is, or what she's doing."

"Shit, how are we supposed to find her, then?" Sam slowly got up from where he was seated in worry. But before any of them could say anything else, a loud explosion sound snatched their attention and brought it to the screen.

"Earlier this morning, a lab explosion took place in a Hong Kong biochemistry lab, for reasons unknown. Public CCTV footage shows two unidentified individuals breaking into the building only ten minutes before the blast."

"Isn't that-"

"Damn it," Natasha whispered. "God fucking damn it, Barton."

No matter how fast the Quinjet was, Bucky felt like they couldn't get there quick enough. His heart was basically beating through his ribs, brain pumping adrenaline into every single bit of his veins as he watched the jet decrease altitude. The news didn't even provide the number of casualties, and the fact that he wasn't sure if you made it out of there alive or not was eating him alive.

The fact that he didn't get to make things right with you beforehand was outright torture.

The jet landed on a clearing by the woods, pretty close to the remote building in which the explosion took place. Bucky's strut seemed like it was made out of steel, as if nothing in this world could even attempt to stop him as he walked in front, Natasha and Sam following close behind. It had been at least twenty hours since the blast, and if you were dead, you'd be identified, right?

The news of your passing would be all over the world by now, right?

"I know where they might be hiding," Natasha spoke up, a bit breathless from having to catch up with Bucky's fast steps. "Clint has a hideout apartment, not too far from here."

"Fuck!" your loud cry was enough to land a grimace on Clint's face, as he let out soft shushes, trying his best to wrap your injuries up.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he mumbled, taping down the bandage wrapped around your thigh before giving it a slight pat. "Just a contusion. I know it hurts but you could have it much worse."

"I know, but it still hurts, you idiot!"

"And whose fault is that? Not mine!"

Letting your head fall back on the cushion with a thud, you let out a slight groan. "How's the agent?"

"Called somebody to pick him up," he sighed, pulling himself up from the floor to sit next to your laid out figure. "I genuinely didn't know that they had explosives laid out through the building. Some sort of eradication. Must've been big, whatever they were hiding."

"Couldn't really keep it quiet, huh?"

"Unfortunately," he chuckled. "But we saved him, at least. Probably going to get an earful from Tony when he finds out… But you did a good job. Thanks for coming."

"Didn't have anything better to do," a grin made its way to your lips. "Don't even wanna go back, if I'm being honest."

A frown took over his features. "Did something happen?" and he continued, when your only response was a slight nod. "Bucky?"

"That easy to guess, huh?"

"Nothing else has an impact on you," a soft chuckle followed. "It'll be fine. You two- you shouldn't lose each other. Not over anything."

"I don't know if I can make sure of that anymore, Clint."

"Look, I'm saying this from a man's point of view," he repositioned himself on where he was seated, now completely facing you. "And I don't ever want you to think that I'm sexist or something, but, um… We're different. In a bad way- we're not… Complicated like your kind."

"My kind? Okay, now that's-"

"No, shut up, you know what I mean," he laughed. "Every single woman that I had the pleasure of meeting knew what they wanted. Maybe it was a bit rough around the edges, maybe it was just a scaffolding but there was a plan. There was an… expectation of how things are supposed to go, you know?"

A short silence followed. "And because of that scaffolding, you folks don't freak out as much as we do. And when you do, you still make sense. We don't. We freak out over the smallest inconvenience and everything goes shit because we don't know how to restructure our own plans that quickly. We take longer to adapt. Because we're a bit more primitive, does that make sense?"

You smiled at him, earnestly. "That's… vague, but it makes perfect sense. Thanks."

His hand found yours then, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry about it."

That night, Clint woke up to footsteps across the apartment. He was sleeping on the armchair by the side of the bedroom, making sure that you were safe on his bed since you had to take a pill or two to manage the pain and fall asleep quicker.

Quickly getting up to his feet, he grabbed the pistol he placed on your nightstand earlier, slowly pulling the door open- only to find Natasha, with a gun in her hand, seemingly relieved to see Clint.

Clint brought his finger up to his lips, signaling the room as to let her know that you were asleep. "What are you doing here?" he whispered.

"That was a sloppy op, don't you think?" Natasha whispered back, teasing. "Gotta warn you, Barnes will be here in a couple of minutes and he's going to be mad, Clint."

"Let him be," he sighed. "She's-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the front door got pushed open, revealing a worried and seething Bucky and an apologetic Sam following suit, shutting the door slowly after the other. "Where is she?"

"She's in the bedroom-" Clint stepped in front of the door, shutting and guarding it. "She's exhausted. Be quiet."

"Why the fuck is she with you?"

"Hey, not like I kidnapped her, alright?" Clint rolled his eyes, still speaking as quietly as he could. "I needed her help and I couldn't call anybody else. I'm sorry I kept your girlfriend away from you for literally two days, Barnes."

Bucky took a step back, heaving a deep sigh. He was angry, angry at you, angry at Clint, angry at himself… Yet he didn't know where to direct that anger. He didn't know how to calm this feeling down. "Why didn't she tell anybody? Not even Tony- what the hell did you make her do that she felt like she needed to hide from everyone?"

A scoff left Natasha. "Bucky, stop making assumptions."

"No- you know what?" Bucky was getting louder by the second, and nobody in the room had the guts to shush him down. "My girl doesn't hide anything from me, ever. I need to know what was so important that she had to turn her tracker off and you had to lead her into a building full of explosives."

"How the hell was I supposed to know that the lab would explode?!"

"You were supposed to make sure that it's-"

"Bucky?" your frowning, sleepy figure appeared by the door that everyone was too busy watching the argument to notice opening. Bucky's gaze visibly softened when he saw you, tense shoulders relaxing before Clint stepped out of the way and with a few steps, he approached you to pull you into his embrace.

You didn't hug him back at first- instead sending a confused look to the rest, to which Sam shrugged as a response. "Are you okay?"

"No, are you okay?" he asked, pulling away to get a good look at your figure. A few cuts and the bandage by your thigh was visible as you were just wearing one of Clint's old shirts and underwear. "Are you okay?" he asked again, tone more stern this time.

"I'm fine," you pushed his hands off of you. "Why the fuck were you yelling at Clint?"

"Yeah, alright, have that conversation without us," Clint sighed, pushing the two of you into the bedroom gently before offering you a small wave and shutting the door, to give you some privacy.

Bucky sighed before looking at you again, wanting so bad to just cup your cheeks and leave kisses all over your face- but he knew he fucked up, and you were mad. "I was worried about you. You left without a word, and when I heard that your tracker was off-"

"I don't owe anyone any explanation." your tone was harsh. "And I'm sorry if I thought that you wouldn't give a shit, Bucky. You made it pretty obvious that you wanted me to leave you alone."

"I never said that," he ran his fingers through his hair, trying his best to stay calm and work this out- but you were almost as stubborn as him, if not more. "I never- I care about you, alright? You're my girlfriend, and you should've told me where you were going."

You shook your head to both sides in disbelief. "You're not entitled to that."

"Y/N-"

"No, you're seriously not entitled to knowing anything about me. Not when you have the audacity to treat me like I'm nothing more than an absolute stranger, and then to not even make an effort to talk to me for a whole week."

"I freaked out, alright?!" he sighed. "I was fucking terrified because- because of you!"

"How the hell is that my fault?!"

"It's your fault! You're the one who made me fall in love with you!" he was loud, and you got cryptically quiet.

He never dropped the L-word before.

"It's your fucking fault because I can't stop thinking about you, I can't stop worrying about you, I can't stop making everything about you and it's putting everyone in danger!" you were biting back a smile now, as he kept ranting. "Including you! I can't- do you have any idea how hard it is to look at you and not just burst into tears because oh my fucking God, you're the love of my life and-"

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, your hands cupping his face. He was shocked at first, unable to comprehend the sudden switch from arguing to kissing, but he wasn't going to complain. Wrapping his arms around your body delicately, he deepened the kiss, exhaling softly against your mouth when your fingers massaged the nape of his neck.

"You're such a fucking idiot," you whispered against his lips. "You're like, the dumbest person I've ever met. Your IQ is so low that-"

"Okay, okay. I get it." he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry. I genuinely am. I'm sorry for making you feel like I don't love you- because I do, I love you so much that it's physically painful."

"I thought you were tougher than that, Bucky."

"I'm just a coward, honey." with a shrug, he pulled you closer to his embrace. "I'm just a fucking coward, nothing more. But you know what? Seeing you so angry at me, telling me that I don't deserve to know anything about you- that hurt more. I guess I- I really can't be without you."

"I can't be without you either," you sighed. "I've been so cranky, just ask Clint."

"Oh, I'm still kicking his ass."

"No, Buck," a soft giggle left your lips. "He actually plays a grand part in me forgiving you. And he's one of my favorite people in this whole world, so, I won't hesitate to punch you if you ever yell at him again."

"In that case, I'm thanking him. And kicking his ass in my head."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes headcanon #winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #tfatws x reader #avengers x reader #marvel x reader #winter soldier fic #tfatws fic #avengers fic #marvel fic

[fiprobably]

Okay, fun SamBucky ask game!! Send this to five other people to keep it going ✨ Say one of your favorite things about SamBucky, your favorite SamBucky headcanon, or write a tiny microfic. Have a wonderful day!! 💕

Thanks for the ask! Here are some of my favorite Sambucky headcanons:

If Sam falls first, Bucky falls harder. If Bucky falls first, Bucky falls harder.

They dance together quite a lot.

Bucky calls Sam pet names in other languages as well. I headcanon that the Winter Soldier was taught a lot of languages (as in 40+ or something), and Bucky would use those languages to nickname Sam.

Sam crossdresses from time to time just because he indulges it so much. Bucky fully supports him (this works for genderqueer/genderfluid/nonbinary Sam lovers!).

Have I mentioned dancing together.

I've read fics where Bucky is drunk, but I haven't come across fics with drunk Sam. So here's my little thought (with illustrations!): Sam is the kind to be really extra and talk a lot when he's drunk. Do what you will with that information.

#sambucky #buckysam #winterfalcon #sam wilson #captain america #falcon #bucky barnes #winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #fi probably draws #headcanon from fi #ask fi!

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Just Sam and Bucky, remembering how ridiculous it was that Bucky ghosted Sam for six months that one time.

#the daily sambucky fluff diary #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky headcanons #domestic fluff #my headcanons #happy start to tfatws anniversary

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Do you still want to continue reading Bucky Smut from your favourite writers?

To all readers:

I’m sharing this in all the major Bucky Tags so that all of you who love reading for this man can still continue to do so.

Have you noticed many posts aren’t showing up in the tags? Have you noticed that you may be missing posts from your favourite Bucky writers? Well then you may need to change the settings for something called Community Labels!

I won’t go on a long explanation in this post, but you can read THIS post about understanding Community Labels and why they have become a major issue for writers across Tumblr.

How to change settings

— PC

— Mobile

If you still want to be able to read all the smut, fluff, angst, and everything else from your favourite writers, then you need to change your settings.

To all writers:

I’m sharing this in all the Bucky tags because that’s who I write for, but if there are other characters/fandoms that you write (Marvel, DC, BTS, etc.), I would highly recommend you do something similar like this post and share it in all the major tags that you personally use.

Since Community Labels have become such a major issue for us, and Tumblr won’t do anything about it, it’s become our responsibility to share the use and concerns about Community Labels.

I’ll personally be making a post like this 1-2 times a week to hopefully be able to cover a lot of users that have no idea about Labels.

Please reblog this to spread awareness ❤️

#community labels #reblog to spread awareness #tfatws!bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes scenario #bucky barnes headcanon #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fandom

[cozzzynook]

Thinking of how protective Blitzwing would be if someone hurt his hummel.

He does not take kindly to anyone or bother hurting his precious bumble and the day he sees an injury on Bumblebee’s doorwing, a very sensitive mesh of wires, metal and cyber matter on the mini, he absolutely takes Bumblebee into his servos and flies off.

Ignoring commands, horrified stares, missiles, canon blaster and Starscreams annoying yelling about him being spark bonded to an autobot as they fly beck to base.

Bee tries to assure Blitzwing he’s fine but Blitzwing is a stone wall that refuses to let Bee out of his sight.

His seeker coding is always first and foremost since he was a flyer before his experimentation and seeing as his mate was now injured and unable to fly. Leaving him grounded, nevermind that his hummel could not fly regardless injured door wing or not, which meant as his conjunx it was his duty and sole right to protect his vulnerable mate.

Did Blitzwing tackle Starscream to get his hummels favorite energon before the annoying glitch could down it?

Of course.

His hummel deserved a fueling best suited to his tastes. Starscream should’ve stuck to the energon he typically prances around Megatron with.

Did Blitzwing throw a live bomb at Lugnut for knocking their hab suite door down?

Megatron told the over grown numskull to stay away from the two of them and for not listening and setting off a rightfully over protective seeker, Lugnut was not given immediate medical help.

Bee tried to help the poor clumsy bot but Blitzwing growled at him in warning and kept him pressed against his chassis and Bee knew it was a lost cause.

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#transformers bumblebee #blitzbee #blitzwing transformers #blitzwing x bumblebee #bumbleblitz #bumblebee tf #tfa blitzwing #tfa bumblebee headcanons #tfa #tfa headcanons #tfatws #tfa art #transformers cybertron

[happypopcornprincess]

Can I request a fic with Joaquin x Reader where it's date night and they are watching a movie and reader gets emotional and cries, but then Joaquin does too just looking at reader crying.

thank you so much for this request!

Writing again for my favorite character in MCU was so thrilling, and that too about this cute fluffy scenario omg! 🥺😭❤️ I hope you like it!

My Dearest

Pairings - Joaquín Torres x Reader

Premise - A movie night turned into something you won't forget.

Words - 500

Spoiler warning for the movie 'Call Me By Your Name'

You won’t say it was a talent, but you predicted what would happen next while watching a movie. It started as a fun pastime with your father when you were young. And right now, snuggling next to Joaquin on the sofa you were having a movie night, watching ‘Call Me By You Name’

During the climax, you wait as Elio spends Hanukkah with his parents alone, and the phone rings. You hold your breath, perking up slightly as he looks at it.

Your brain goes into overdrive, and you hold your breath as it concludes that it’s Oliver on the other side and that they are breaking up.

Joaquin’s hand slid over your waist, and he held you close as you sat up against his chest.

And your vision blurs as you watch him calling out to Oliver by his name.

“Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio.”

There is a pause, and on the other side, he sighs.

“Oliver.”

He says it once, and you sniffle, dreading what’s coming next. The minute he confesses that he’s engaged to a woman and is about to marry, you break down.

You weep throughout the scene until Elio sits down at the fireplace and his mother calls out to him, softly.

But as the credits roll while Timothée Chalamet stares into the camera with tears, you hear a sniffle from behind you.

You freeze and slowly look behind you and straight at Joaquin, whose big brown eyes are overflowing with tears and he grimaced at the laptop placed in front of you.

“babe?” you sniffle, calling him.

“Yeah?” he sniffles, exhaling loudly.

Your voice breaks as you ask him, “Are you crying?”

He locks his eyes on your face and he stares at you innately with a tear rolling down his face.

“No.” He deadpans.

Watching him cry breaks your heart. "It's just a movie. Joaco, why are you crying..." You hiccup, wiping your tears away.

“Because you are crying!” He sobs. “Please don’t cry.” His face contracts, and he wipes his tears silently.

Your big hug engulfs him as soon as you hear that. His racing heartbeat calms down as you hold him tightly, feeling a warm sensation growing inside your chest.

When you wake up, you realize that the two of you fell asleep on the sofa, and it's early morning at the moment. Half-sleeping, you detangle yourself from Joaquin’s arms and look at him as he sleeps soundly. He looked at peace, a faint smile lingering on his lips. You gently kiss his forehead and tuck a stray strand of his long curls behind his ears.

You tuck yourself under the blanket beside him and drift off to sleep, the sound of his steady breathing lulling you to sleep.

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A/N - Thank you, everyone, for sticking with me till the end of this fic! if you liked it please let me know through the asks and the comments. Any and all requests, headcanons, and drabble requests are welcome. Love y'all, Take Care!

Requests are open! Feel free to request anything.

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[staying-elive]

I so wish Figaro had been in TFATWS. Would've been so easy even if Hollywood doesn't like working with animals.

I can imagine it though.

Figaro chilling in the kitchen as Sam and Sarah talk...

Sam could've given him a cute little boop or a little forehead kissy kiss like he does to the boat. 🥹

Speaking of the boat, Figaro could've been chilling in the background while Sam worked by himself...

*bonus points if he gets another little kiss boop after Sam kisses the engine. (He's so cute 🥹😭)

(I'm just imagining him sleeping on that shelf in front of the window)

Figaro chilling while watching Sam and Bucky work...

(This would be his audition process for future fellow Cat Dad Bucky 😆)

Bucky waking up and Figaro's just chilling on top of him...

('Congratulations, human, you've made it through to the next stage.')

Basically, Figaro would be all of us! 🥰🥰🥰

Also, sets up nicely Bucky going... "Yeah, I want one of these too. This is nice." (Enter Alpine!)

Seriously though, from a more meta angle, Sam being a cat dad would've been a subtle hint to him not being the extrovert open book many people mistake him for. He doesn't open up easily until the time and effort is taken for him to trust someone. Plus I've always headcanoned that Sam adopted Figaro after he left the air force and Riley died. Like he became a support animal that helped Sam get up in the morning and take care of himself because he had a little buddy to also take care of.

Because I also imagine Figaro chilling in the background of Sam's CAWS home...

(Of course Nat would trust Sam right away. He's a Cat Dad! 😁)

And then during Endgame, Nat could've had Figaro with her! (Maybe Sam's neighbour who'd looked after him after Sam was a fugitive also got blipped and Figaro was sent to the Avengers Compound...)

Especially since this scene between Nat and Steve reflects on the people they've lost. i.e. SAM! The missing third person of their fugitive trio 😭😭

Basically what I'm saying is... I want more Figaro! Everywhere. He represents love and grief but also healing.

Love is stored in the Cat. Thank you.

#figaro #figaro meta #sam wilson meta #sam wilson #sambucky #sambucky meta #tfatws #sorry for all the gifs i just like envisioning a cute little cat in every scene #this got more angsty then intended #but still #give Sam his cat! #i'm gonna go give my own cat a little kissy kiss and a boop #sam wilson headcanons

[babygirl-diaz]

Bucky tells people that Sam is his boyfriend, but no one believes him, and they think he's just a fanboy. Not until one day, Sam sweeps down from the sky and kisses Bucky in front of everyone, and Bucky is like, "Ha! Told ya suckers!"

#SamBucky #TFATWS #headcanon

[cobrafantasies]

What if the truth is, Bucky didn’t choose to buy skinny jeans when he came back to the 21st-century but instead only remembered his waist size from before the war and didn’t account for how much his body has changed. So the jeans aren’t in fact skinny but just too small on him. 

#Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes headcanon #tfatws

[hellojusthereforabit-blog]

You call Bucky when in danger headcannons:

Not my image.

It happened because you were in trouble

Your apartment was being broken into

You lived in an old building with a history for broken doors, and even though many of your friends recommended extra locks and precautions, you had never really got around to it

You were fully regretting that now, clad in just your fluffy robe and slippers

Heart pumping at an alarming speed, you realized just how helpless the situation was

Who were you kidding? You’re no avenger. Barely trained in the most basic of combat.

You needed help. And you needed it *now*

You didn’t know why. You couldn’t explain the thought process if someone tried to torture it out of you. But for some reason instead of dialing 911 you typed out “Bucky Barnes New Number Personal” and hit call

You met Bucky under difficult circumstances, and you knew Sam by proxy

Besides, you see the both of them on the news daily

Bucky had an actual personal cellphone, as opposed to the burner he used only around Sam and his shitty shrink

Your call went to voicemail

No no no no no no

You carefully slid into the bathroom and locked the door, aware of the loud creaking of your main lock

Any second now, they would break in, and find you

You dial Bucky again, the police wouldn’t get here this fast anyway

At least if something happened to you, the former Winter Soldier would take your revenge

“Doll?” Bucky’s tired voice sounded through your phone

“Bucky” you gasp immediately “someone’s here”

You hear Bucky jolt up in alarm, sheets rustling

“Who’s there, Doll?” he urges you “tell me everything you can hear.”

His tone turned into one you only recognized from stories told by Sam, and anyone alive from Bucky’s Winter Soldier days

Stone cold. Calculated. Focused.

So you did- you told him everything up until that moment, when your front door lock finally gave in.

“Bucky” you whispered through tears, pressing your palm to your face to keep yourself quiet

“I’m on my way. Stay where you are. Grab something to defend yourself.” Bucky ordered in a deadly calm manner much like the Sergeant he is.

Loud footsteps echoed throughout your apartment, the creaky floorboards giving away where exactly the intruders were

You approximated that there were two, and they were rummaging through your bedroom, which was at the far corner of the apartment.

“What’s going on, Doll?” Bucky spoke through the phone, and you could hear the sound of his engine. “Stay on the line. I’m almost there- you hear me?”

You didn’t dare to reply, knowing how thin the walls are.

Adrenaline coursed through you as you made a split second decision.

“Meet me by the stairs.” You whispered hurriedly.

“Doll, no-” You hung up the phone.

In a split second, you had unlocked the bathroom door and bolted down the hallway, away from the bedroom, and out the front door

You could hear yelling behind you, but nothing was going to stop you before you reached those stairs.

You made it 2 flights down before you crashed into a broad, leather-clad chest.

You screamed, thrashing in the arms of the man who caught you, clawing at his clothes.

“It’s me” He seethed, “Doll, its me”

Bucky

Bucky is here

Immediately, relief flooded you and you jumped into his embrace again, unable to control your tears

Bucky held you momentarily, and you were vaguely aware of him breathing you in and kissing the top of your head

But the night was not over, and Bucky snapped back to deal with the task at hand

“Are they still here?” He questioned calmly

“I don’t- I don’t know.” You said through shudders

Bucky clenched his jaw, torn between wanting to catch the bastards that scared you like this and staying with you.

But Bucky was here, so all your survival instincts were turned off- instinctively trusting him with yourself.

In a flash, Bucky had called the cops to deal with the mess of the break-in and began to lead you out of the building

The burglars were long gone when the cops arrived, and you were so appreciative of Bucky for dealing with all their questions and reports

Bucky had thrown his leather jacket over your shoulders as you waited, and you cuddled into it to ease the shaking that took over you

You didn’t even notice Bucky escorting the police out, and taking a seat next to you on the sofa

“Doll” he said softly, deep blue eyes trying to catch your own

“I don’t know why I’m so shaken up” you whispered, admitting the truth “nothing even happened.”

Bucky gently grazed his knuckles against your cheek and forced you to look at him

“Plenty happened” he assured you

A beat of silence passed you, and your eyes could not seem to focus on Bucky’s

“You’re in shock” he sighed. “C’mon, let’s pack a few things, you’re staying with me for a bit.”

#bucky barnes #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes headcanon #tfatws #light angst #sam wilson #marvel #the avengers