@confessions-of-a-total-dork and I have a “mini” ship war going on.
Everywhere I turn Stucky fans approach me. My dearest friends have turned against me and I am no one in my army.
I need you. Send me an ask, a message, ANYTHING! Anything to say you will fight alongside me in the battle of Civil War.
For our loveable Super Husbands!
Prompt: bucky sees and holds a baby for the first time in 70 years. (Don't mind me I just want a tchucky baby fic)
“I can’t do this. Why did we think this was a good idea?” Bucky is nearly pulling his hair out as he paces the hospital waiting room, the picture of nervousness.
The sight makes T’Challa laugh between his own trepidation, and he moves closer to his husband, pulling him into his arms. “It was your idea.”
“You needed an heir,” Bucky says into his shoulder.
T’Challa pulls away. “That’s not the only reason, is it?”
“No. God no. I want us to be even more of a family then we already are.” Bucky says it with such levity that the last bit of T’Challa’s fear dissipates, right as the doctor comes into the waiting room. To lead them to their son.
The surrogate had been chosen from one of T’Challa’s guard, a young lady who was as fierce as she was smart and beautiful. A friend.
When they entered the room, the nurse held a small bundle in her arms, wrapped in a blanket with a cap on it’s head. She passed the baby to T’Challa first, who pulled back the blanket so he could see his face.
“My son,” he whispers, overtaken with emotion.
The baby has soft brown curls escaping his cap, more hair than a baby should have. His skin is caramel, and he blinks open eyes that are blue as Bucky’s.
Bucky, who’s same eyes are filling with tears as he watches his husband hold his son. T’Challa sits down on the sofa by the hospital room window, and Bucky is instantly snuggled up against him, vibrating with emotion as T’Challa passes him over.
“Hey, baby,” Bucky whispers, as he looks at his sons face. “How you doin’?” The baby yawns, squeezing its tiny hand into a fist, which T’Challa kisses.
“Awww, my baby’s sleepy. You wanna go to sleep? Go ahead.” Bucky holds his child until he falls asleep, only then passing him to T’Challa, placing a kiss to both of their heads.
“Any regrets?” T’Challa asks quietly, squeezing a tiny baby foot.
Bucky shakes his head, a teary laugh escaping him. “No. None. The best decision I’ve ever made, after marrying you.”
T’Challa grins, tearing up as well. Bucky pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before resuming his gaze on his sleeping son.
This one is just a short, fluffy story. Despite how much I love my husband, I like having my own space to retreat to when I need to. My study is a room that makes me feel very happy and comfortable, so I thought maybe I could integrate that into the story.
I hope that you enjoy it, even if it may be a little boring. If you have any feedback, I would love to hear it : )
WARNINGS- ONE SWEAR WORD
TIMELINE - 2014
Mrs. Barnes, Mr. Stark would like to see you in his lab, if you don’t mind. You heard Jarvis say.
You were in the apartment alone, since Steve and Bucky had gone out to see a movie. You thought it was important that they spend time together alone, to re-establish their relationship, and so you were more than happy to allow them that time.
“Alright Jarvis, please tell him I’ll be up in a minute?” you replied, placing a bookmark in the novel you were reading, and getting up from the couch.
You stretched your back, hearing several satisfying pops, and were on your way.
It didn’t take you long to arrive at your destination. Tony’s lab was three floors above the residential floor. It was nestled between Bruce’s lab, and a room you had never seen the inside of.
You knocked on the door gently, and it opened for you.
“(Y/N), great timing,” Tony said, not looking up at you from the circuit board he was working on.
“Jarvis said you wanted to see me. What’s up?”
“I have a gift for you, just give me one second…” Tony replied, sticking his tongue out in concentration.
A gift? You had no idea what it could be, or what it was for. You waited silently and patiently.
Tony continued with the circuit board, until you heard him curse “shit!” under his breath.
He put his tools down on the table with a sigh, then stood, and moved over to you.
“If you would please follow me,” he said, and of course you complied.
He lead you out of his lab, and over to the door of the unfamiliar room. He pulled a single key out of his back pocket and unlocked the door, then motioned for you to go inside.
You nodded, and found yourself in a large, barren office. There was a desk and chair, and empty shelves lining the walls, with very large windows giving you a magnificent amount of natural light.
“Why are you showing me this?” you asked Tony, looking around the room in awe.
“Because it’s yours,” he replied.
“I thought you’d need an office. You do a lot of our research, and info compiling, and it wouldn’t be fair to make you do it in your home.”
It was true that, while you did go out into the field frequently, you also worked behind the scenes, pouring through file upon file of intel, collating important information, and researching points of interest.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Of course. It was originally built for me, but I do all of my paperwork in my lab anyway,” Tony replied, matter of factly.
“Thank you so much!” you exclaimed, smiling at your friend as you began to picture how you were going to decorate.
Mr. Stark, Dr. Banner requires your assistance in his lab.
“Duty calls,” Tony said, pressing the office key into your hand, and leaving you to your own devices.
You had never had an office before, and you had to admit that you were excited by the prospect of having your own work space.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like sharing your space, but it could be overwhelming for you to constantly be surrounded by people. This office would serve nicely as a place of work, and a place of quiet refuge.
Mrs. Barnes, I am sorry to interrupt, but you told me to inform you when Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers got home.
“Thank you Jarvis,” you responded, scanning the room excitedly once more before leaving, locking the door behind you and happily placing the key in your pocket.
prompt: SamBucky. Bucky hitting his head on something and has temporary amnesia for like a few days. During those days he forgot how to speak english and the only person he can really remember is Sam so he assumes they're dating/married.
“Sargeant Barnes, can you tell me what year it is?”
Bucky scowls at the nurse who’s face is hidden in his chart. “Yes, it’s 2016.”
The nurse’s eyes snap up to his and she smiles. “Good! Seems like you’re healing up nicely.” She shuts his chart “you’re good to go Sargeant. The orderly will be in shortly with your discharge paperwork.”
Bucky nods. “Have you seen my husband? He hasn’t been by today.”
The nurse stops in her tracks and turns around to face him again. She quirks and eyebrow and says, “I’ll- uh- he’s in the waiting room. I’ll tell him you want him to come in.”
A few minutes later, the door to Bucky’s room creaks softly as Sam enters.
“Hey handsome. I’ve been missing that beautiful face of yours today.”
Sam cocks his head to the side and opens his mouth to say something before Bucky continues, “you’ve been holding out on me. I haven’t gotten a single kiss from my best guy since I’ve been stuck up in here.”
“Bucky, maybe I should get a nurse-”
“For what? Do you need an audience? Come here, give me some lovin’, baby. Don’t make me keep begging.”
“Bucky, I uh, oh what the hell.”
Sam crosses the room and closes the space between the two of them before Bucky’s hands are cupping his face and pressing their lips together.
“You thought we were MARRIED?”
“You mean to tell me that was our first kiss?”
In Winterhawk week do the ship thing for my sniper husbands:D
leaves their dirty clothes on the floor Both. Clint moreso than Bucky but they’re both guilty for it. And then Lucky makes a nest out of their dirty clothes and having to pick them up to do laundry becomes this huge ordeal. They tried leaving a basket at the end of the bed but Lucky kept trying to sleep in that too so they’ve just given up and it’s whatever now.
forgets to run the dish washer Bucky put dish soap in the dishwasher once because how was he supposed to know you’re not meant to do that? So now the dishwasher is only used if they’ve had a lot of company over and there is a lot of dishes otherwise they just wash their dishes every two or three days, usually together with one washing and one drying.
pumps gas for the car They both do. Despite constantly being under, Bucky was kept pretty up to day with vehicles so he’s fine doing the basics with them. It all depends on who’s driving.
drives when they’re going somewhere Clint usually drives because he likes to and Bucky’s fine with just being a passenger. But sometimes Bucky grabs the keys first so he drives. It’s kinda a whoever gets to the car keys first kinda deal.
rearranges the furniture Neither of them really care to rearrange rooms but if the furniture needs to be moved for cleaning purposes Bucky usually does it. Clint could but he always says “That metal arm has to be good for something other than stopping bullets.” because he’s a dick (but Bucky appreciates it)
falls asleep with the TV on Clint. Clint falls asleep pretty much anywhere though, and can sleep through just about anything if he’s not on a mission. Bucky thinks its both endearing and recklessly dangerous but what can you do.
gets to use the bathroom first Whoever wakes up first. Though that doesn’t always stop the other from barging in. One was in the military, one grew up in the circus. Privacy isn’t exactly something either of them are very good at when it comes to that kind of thing.
decides the temperature for the ac/heater They usually argue about it for a while before coming to an agreement. Clint likes things a little more on the colder side than Bucky does, and his argument is always the Bucky is a human furnace since he’s a super soldier and if it’s warmer they can’t sleep together because he will, and I quote, “melt into a puddle of goo. Puddles of goo aren’t good at archery Bucky, you can’t take my livelihood from me.”
sets up holiday decorations They both do. Clint’s not very good with cords though so it usually ends up with Bucky untangling them, Clint, and whatever Clint’s managed to accidentally tie himself to.
leaves the lights on Clint does. Bucky always bitches it’s a waste, but knows Clint does it for him because he still struggles with going into dark rooms even in his own apartment.
uses the bathroom with the door open They both do. Not always, but sometimes they don’t care, or they’re home alone, or Lucky decides to open it for them.
fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber) Clint insists on fixing it. He’s good at it, mostly self taught, and likes being the handy man around the house. He also likes to show Bucky how to fix things because surprisingly plumbing knowledge has come in very handy in the field.
Hello!Sorry to bother you,I know you guys have tons of asks everyday,and thank you so much for your work! But I can't find this fic anywhere. It's media related,written in the form of QAs of Bucky and the interviewer,past sexually abuse mentioned,probably by Pierce.I think Bucky said a woman shot him after a mission(might be Pierce's wife) because she thought Bucky seduced her husband?BTW I'm a fangirl from China. There're lots of Stucky shippers in China,and you guys are such great help!Thanks!
Followers, any help? I looked and I can’t find it!!
Following exposure of his past as the Winter Soldier, anonymous postings of explicit video footage, 63 charges of murder and the wrath of the Internet, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes finally steps into the limelight and tells his story to Zenat Patel of the New York Times.
I sent my husband a text message about my rough afternoon and he came home with Dairy Queen and revealed to me that this morning when he got up for work he ordered me a pregnancy pillow and a Bucky Barnes tote bag. I have a really great husband.