Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.
Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.
Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake
Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.
‘And this was my favorite pair too’
You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.
Boy were you wrong.
You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.
You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’
“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”
Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.
“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.
Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club.
The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.
“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee.
“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”
“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”
“No,” Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”
Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.
“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.
“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’
You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”
You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.
You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.
You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.
plural noun: gams
a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.
A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.
You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.
Broad in the beam
Having wide hips or buttocks
You stare at the screen for a moment and then recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’
Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.
“…then she gave me her number.”
“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”
“Yeah this weekend”
“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.
“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.
“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.
“Am I missing something?” he asks.
Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.
Summary: Loosely inspired by the song “Evermore” from Beauty and the Beast. Bucky had it all planned out. He spent days planning the perfect proposal - the perfect proposal for the perfect girl, but things don’t always go according to plan.
Word Count: 1,731
Bucky fidgeted with the velvet jewelry box nervously, pausing every now and then to glance back at the door to his apartment. Any moment, Y/N would come walking through, her warm smile lighting up the apartment. Hers was the smile that somehow managed to steal into his melancholy heart, the smile that melted the layers of frost and gave way to spring, the one that nurtured the tiny, fragile seeds of love little by little until they blossomed.
How Would You Feel (Bucky Barnes X Reader One Shot)
Paring: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Word Count: 2,391
Warnings: this one is like 85% smut ya’ll, unprotected sex, light choking, dry humping and cussing
A/N: I hope ya’ll enjoy this one. I wrote it while drunk so there’s that lmao
It’s raining on a February evening, your apartment is dimly lit with a few candles scattered throughout the living room and dining room. It’s peaceful as you sit with Bucky, enjoying the quiet and the beautiful jazz song that plays from the speakers in your home. It’s so easy being with him, there are no expectations when you two are together. It doesn’t matter what you are doing, just being with each other is enough.
Summary: Steve and Bucky go to the museum on Memorial Day A/N: I just couldn’t get this out of my head and I just had to write it out. Let me know what you think. Thank you to those who serve/served. Word count : 650
Bucky pulled his baseball cap lower as he walked behind Steve. It had been Steve’s idea to visit the museum on their walk, Bucky had been hesitant but his therapist had suggested it earlier so he gritted his teeth and followed Steve. Steve dressed similarly in a baseball cap, walked into museum straight past his face plastered on the wall. Bucky’s eyes widened slightly as they roamed over his best friend’s face so largely printed. Sometimes it was still jarring to Bucky, he’d remember how they grew up, the scrappy fights he saved Steve from and then he remembered everything else and it felt like a bucket of ice water over his head. Steve’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, Bucky focussing on his face as Steve nodded to something behind Bucky. Bucky looked behind him, moving out of the way of a group of people. He tilted his face lower, avoiding eye contact as Steve did the same. They walked further into the exhibition together.
“Did we have to come on Memorial Day?” Bucky grumbled, eyes focussing on all the people milling about.
“We’re remembering, and Dr. Bourke said it would be good for you-” Steve looked at Bucky, pausing when he saw his skittering eyes “-we can go if you want, Buck”
Bucky shook his head and a sad smile gracing his lips, “let’s go remember those idiots” he joked, nodding up ahead to the billboard of The Howling Commandos. Steve and Bucky stood shoulder to shoulder staring at the faces of people they had lost, including theirs. Bucky stood on Steve’s right, with his arm still not replaced he rarely let anyone on that side beside Steve.
“Do you still think about them?” Bucky asked quietly, thoughts and memories running around in his head.
“Every day” Steve mumbled back, his eyes not leaving those of his men.
Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts by a tugging on his arm. His brows furrowed before he looked down to see a little girl tugging at his sleeve. She was maybe 5 or 6, blonde hair in a messy ponytail a cute dress on. The only abnormality in her appearance was the medal pinned to her dressed proudly shining amongst the soft pink of the fabric. Steve looked on, as Bucky crouched down to her level. A woman stood close by, the little girl nervously looking back at her. The woman - her mother – nodded with an encouraging smile.
“Are you-” she pauses to look up at the poster of the Howling Commandos “- Sergeant Barnes?” her voice was quiet and unsure. An involuntarily smile spread on Bucky’s face as he nodded once.
“I’m Bucky and that’s Steve” he gestured over his shoulder to Steve who smiled tenderly at the young girl.
She grinned brightly at the two before motioning for Bucky to hold his hand out which he did willing. She opened his palm and placed something in his hand. Bucky looked down and saw two homemade bracelets with letter blocks spelling out two words, Thank You. She looked him in the eyes, his eyes lifting from the bracelets to hers. “Thank you for your service” the words held sincerity he didn’t think one could muster at that age, yet she managed. She smiled at both Bucky and Steve, who watched the exchange behind his friend. She turned to walk back to her mother but looked over her shoulder to give a small wave and bright smile. Bucky and Steve waved before nodding to the mother as the woman did the same in silent gratitude.
Bucky’s knees clicked as he stood up next to Steve, handing one of the handcrafted bracelets to him. Steve looked down at the bracelet before clapping Bucky on the back gently. “Happy Memorial Day, pal”
Bucky shot Steve a soft smile, pocketing the bracelet. It was a Memorial Day he wouldn’t be forgetting.
You’re sat at your dressing table, Wanda standing behind you as she arranges your hair into a stylish updo. Natasha is perched on the table in front of you, helping you apply your blush and highlighter, whilst Peggy — in true Peggy fashion — is lying on the bed, contributing to the conversation every now and then.
“Really, Y/N, what’s the worst that could happen?” Natasha chides, dusting the makeup brush over your cheekbones.
“That the guy could be an asshole and this could go down as one of the worst dates in history?” you suggest.
Bucky has been acting strangely this past week. He seemed like he had something weighing on his mind all the time, brows scrunched up like he was deep in thought. It took (Y/N) not more than a day to notice something was off about the brooding man.
After their encounter at the Smithsonian, Bucky and Poppy’s friendship has only become more tight-knit than before. Poppy now spent most of her time in the Stark tower beside when she was at pre-school.
Bruce was like her own personal tutor and Uncle Tony even set up a nice corner, danger-free corner, of the lab as a study nook for the girl. Bucky has an honorary bean bag placed right next to Poppy’s tiny desk at the tower, where Bucky would read whilst she completed her coloring for the day.
It was strange for Bucky to be occupied with what was on his mind when he was with (Y/N) or Poppy. (Y/N) couldn’t figure out what it was that troubled him.
“Bucky?” (Y/N) called out. Seeing no response from the man before her, she light tapped him on his shoulder and called again. (Y/N)’s touch snapped Bucky out of his thoughts as he turned over and looked at her questioningly.
“Are you okay? You’ve been out of it for the past week. What’s on your mind? Care to share?” (Y/N) questioned as she settled herself on the couch next to Bucky.
At her question, Bucky flushed bright red, even the tips of his ears were pink. He stuttered for a bit, trying to fumble through his words as (Y/N) giggled lightly at him.
“Well, I- You see, Poppy’s… Poppy’s birthday is this weekend. And, and I have no clue what to get her.” Bucky mumbled out softly, looking embarrassed. Hearing Bucky’s concern, (Y/N) couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled out of her.
“You mean all this time, your furrowed brows, deep frowns, and zoning out was because you didn’t know what to get Poppy for her birthday?” (Y/N) asked, a glisten of tears on her eyes from laughing. (Y/N) didn’t think it was possible for Bucky to get any redder, but he proved her wrong as he huffed at her reaction.
“I don’t know many 5-year-olds alright? I just want her birthday to be perfect.” Bucky grumbled out, tilting his face slightly to avoid showing (Y/N) how red his face got.
(Y/N) face softened, a bright smile on her face as she saw how important Bucky saw her daughter. She leaned over and brushed a fallen lock of hair away from Bucky’s face as she turned him slightly to face her.
“It so sweet that you care for Poppy so much, Bucky. I am so thankful you can’t even imagine it. Now, I know the perfect gift you could give her.” she said softly and showed Bucky something on her phone.
The common room of the Stark tower was decorated with colorful balloons and a big banner with “Poppy’s 5th Birthday” strung across. Tony wanted to go the extra mile, a couple hundred extra miles, and get the area painted a glittery lilac, Poppy’s favourite colour, and order her an eight-tier chocolate cake, but was thankfully stopped by (Y/N), or the Avenger’s headquarters would be decked in a sparkly soft purple everywhere.
Pepper, though, was sneakier and ordered Poppy a brand new glittery lilac study table and chair for her little nook without letting (Y/N) know. Everyone was there for their little hero’s birthday party.
By Poppy’s request, the party was to be a costume party and everyone had to be decked in some form of costume or another. (Y/N) was dressed up as Mulan, Poppy’s favorite Disney princess and Bucky dressed as Li Shang, Mulan’s prince, as instructed by Nat and Wanda.
Bucky stood by (Y/N), his face now his signature crimson, as he tried to spot the birthday girl. A loud squeal and a girl wrapped around Bucky leg snapped him out of his search as he looked down and blinked a few times at the sight.
He imagined Poppy would have picked a nice princess outfit, or be a strong female hero like Nat, or even dressed professionally to a T like Pepper. Never did he imagine her wearing what she was right now.
Poppy untangled herself from Bucky’s leg and looked up with gleeful eyes as she said to him, “Bucky Bear! Do you like my outfit? I am dressed as my hero! I am dressed as you!”.
She twirled around and showed him the metal arm that Bruce had designed for her with soft aluminum. Bucky’s eyes slowly filled with happy tears as he broke out into a huge grin.
“I love it, Pop. I love it so much. You look amazing.” he replied as he lifted her in his arms and rubbed his scruff all over her face, causing her to giggle loudly.
After having a blast at the party, Poppy is now knackered and sleeping in her room as Bucky and (Y/N) settled down on the common room couch.
“Hey Bucks, have you seen what Poppy was carrying to bed?” (Y/N) asked, a sly smirk resting on her face. Bucky cocked his eyebrows and gave her a questioning look as she motioned for him to go take a look.
Opening the door to her bedroom softly, through the small crack of the door, the light softly filled the bedroom. On the bed was Poppy, feet hanging out of her blanket, and in her arms, cuddled close to her, was the tiny Winter Soldier stuffed toy Bucky gave her for her birthday.
He slowly closed the door and turned to look at (Y/N) as a silly grin hung on his lips. Pulling her lightly by her hand, he led her back to the common room and settled her next to him on the plush couch.
“So, did you hear what Poppy asked for for her birthday?” Bucky asked, his voice deep. Hearing his question, (Y/N)’s face heated up as she looked away from him.
“Hmm? So will you go for dinner with me? Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at 7. What’d you say doll?” he probed again.
(Y/N) stood up quickly and started to make her way to her room, but as she took two small steps, she lightly turned herself and said, “7 PM, don’t be late.”, leaving a happy Bucky behind.
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Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ Sooooo I’ve been very very quiet the last months, because I was super busy with my finals but now they are almost over. And while watching some videos on YouTube I got this idea, I had to write this. So let’s jump into it! I hope you enjoy! ♥
Words - 846
Warnings - crying but mostly fluff
As you sit on the double bed in your bedroom, your legs and arms wrapped around a big cushion, you look over to your nighttable, your phone halfway charged.
Your heart hammers against your chest, you pick up the phone, unplug it and dial Natasha’s number, but before pressing the inviting green button to call her, you delete the number again and stare at the clock on your phone.
It’s 2:36 pm and it shouldn’t take long until your husband is home. And you wanted him to know first. It is his right to know first, wasn’t it?
A/N: so this was supposed to go up on Friday in honour of our super soldier’s 100th birthday but I was away for a wedding and had no time to put this up. Hope you enjoy this fluffy piece I put together xx
Summary: It’s Bucky’s 100th, there’s a
poker game going on, and you’re stuck in Spain with a marmot.
Word count: 2,242
Warnings: a couple swear words
You were late. You were so late. You planned to be back at the compound almost five hours ago now,
but a storm had ripped your plans to shreds and you had been forced to wait in
the quinjet in the midst of the Pyrenees mountains along the border of Spain
and France. You were alone except for the marmot that seemed to be following you
around but niether you nor the marmot were enough of an expert pilot to
navigate the jet through a storm this sizable. With a dying phone, you had
managed to contact Clint and let him know that you were safe but also
forced to wait out the heavy wind and rain.
You were lucky that your mission hadn’t resulted in you getting too scuffed up; after some file retrieval, you simply had some difficulty getting back to the quinjet thanks to the start of the storm so the only damage was that you were starting to sweat despite the cold temperature of the mountain.
You were beyond pissed at yourself and this weather - tonight was poker
night. You usually played on Thursdays but since Bucky loved it and today was his
birthday, there was a huge poker session going on at the compound.
It was also your boyfriend’s birthday.
Tony sighed sharply as he tossed the watch that evolved into the
protective glove onto the growing pile of poker chips in the centre of the
coffee table. He was met with confused eyes.
‘I’m out of chips,’ he argued and Clint and Steve snickered at the
emptiness in front of him.
‘That means you’re out of the game,’ Natasha corrected. ‘You can’t
even call, Stark.’
‘Let him play,’ Bucky smirked, meeting Tony’s eye. ‘That watch’ll
come in handy. Maybe I’ll have Steve hit it around a little with his shield.’
Tony glared at him. ‘You’re pretty confident, Robocop.’
‘Says the man with no chips left,’ Bucky countered, and Tony’s eyes
drifted to the columns of colourful poker chips that surrounded the soldier
like a small fortress.
‘Why does everyone think it’s a good idea to give shit to the man who
Sam reached behind him to the bookshelf; he brought and held out a glass
jar to Tony who sighed and dug around in his pockets, only to pull out an
expensive fountain pen which he then put into the jar.
‘You guys think I just carry around cash?’
‘We use the swear jar to pay for our annual dinner at Masa. We can’t pay
with a pen,’ Steve argued.
‘Someone remind me why Steve’s even part of that?’ Clint piped
up. ‘’s far as I’m aware, it’s only Sam, Nat, Tony, Barnes and I who even
contribute enough to earn that dinner.’
‘Cap’s put in more than you think,’ Nat reasoned, a taunting smile
playing across her lips as she tossed twenty dollars worth of chips on the
coffee table to stay in the game. ‘First time, he put ten bucks instead of
one, he felt so bad.’
do you know that?’ Steve cried, as Clint fell back
Bucky watched with bright eyes the people around him, taking the scene
in as a break from the game. The remnants of his birthday cake (which were the
parts that had been covered in candle wax thanks to Natasha’s brilliant idea of
stuffing exactly one hundred candles on the surface) lay forgotten in the
kitchen. Packaging from the take out from Bucky’s favourite diner lay scattered
around them as they played. The lights were dim, the background music was
nostalgic, the food was good (there was still another bag of burgers left to
get through) and Bucky was holding a full house (three queens, two jacks) in
his hand. Plus, this June would mark his first ever Swear Jar Dinner at New York’s most expensive restaurant, a tradition that had only started two years ago.
When Bucky had first come back into
the world, his birthday was the last thing on his mind. He had confronted his
mortality in many ways other than celebrating a year past. And then, to his
surprise, this was the night he was met with. For some reason, he hadn’t thought
birthdays were on the Avengers’ agendas but he realised that he appreciated the
sentiment. After a moment of bashfulness when the cake was presented to him
with Sam recording his reaction, Bucky found himself melting into the custom.
There was no existential crisis; there was no breakdown. Bucky knew he
was older than time should have allowed, in a world much different to the one
he used to be rooted in, but he had confronted these worries and discomforts on
so many other occasions.
It should have been perfect. Poker, food, the prospect of winning Tony’s
mechanical glove. Except you were missing. The last contact he had had with you
was before you had left on your mission; the last word he heard was from Clint
who said you were waiting out a storm. Bucky knew you would be alright - at
least, he hoped and convinced himself - but in simple terms, he wished you were
‘I checked the forecast,’ Steve muttered, as if reading Bucky’s
mind. ‘The storm’s clearing, I’m sure she’s left by now.’
After another twenty minutes of game play (Tony having thrown in another
watch and his glasses), the round had come to an end when Clint lay down his
hand, showing four aces and a king.
Sam groaned loudly, almost like a battle cry, and threw his arm through
the bettings, making them scatter all over the table.
‘This fucking close,’ he grumbled, throwing his cards down to show a
full house with tens and jacks.
Bucky grinned sheepishly, completely unwavered by Clint’s win, or Sam’s
frustration. ‘Not quite, Pigeon Toes,’ he smirked, laying his own cards
down for him to see. The icing on the cake had been Tony’s junk of a hand - a
melting pot of threes, twos, and fives.
‘There you go, birthday boy,’ Clint succumbed, sloppily tossing Tony’s
mechanical watch to Bucky, who smoothly caught it and grinned, as Sam stuffed a dollar bill into the jar. ‘I’ll let
you keep that. Give ‘im hell.’
Bucky held the watch up as if toasting him.
By the time you reached the compound,
it was nearing two o’clock in the morning and you had managed to leave the
marmot behind in the mountains. A heavy weight rested in your stomach; this was
Bucky’s first birthday he would actually celebrate since before the Second
World War and you missed it. You knew
Bucky was in good hands while you were away and you knew that Bucky wouldn’t
actually be upset with you because it wasn’t like him to get upset over
something like this. But that only made you want to be there more because Bucky
deserved the small pockets of happiness amongst the big ones.
You landed the quinjet in the hangar; your tactical suit was unzipped
halfway so that its torso hung around your hips revealing the full-sleeved
black t-shirt you wore underneath. Your boots were caked in melting
snow-covered mud; consciously, you ran your fingers through your hair to tame
it after having it attacked by the rough winds and went to see if Bucky was
Poker tournaments tended to last a while so you figured he was.
When you exited the lift, however, you were met with minimal sound. You
walked through the corridor and saw Steve leave the kitchen; he turned when he
heard your footsteps.
‘Nice to see you in once piece,’ he
grinned amusingly, but you could see relief in his eyes. The guy had so worried about you while you were gone.
‘You guys finished?’ you asked quietly.
‘Yeah, not long ago.’ Steve didn’t look pissed; his eyebrows weren’t
creasing in the disappointed father style they tended to do. Good signs.
You groaned. ‘I can’t believe I missed it,’ you grumbled
self-deprecatingly. ‘How was it?’
‘Tony went bankrupt and then started using his actual possessions to
stay in the game; he was bluffing the whole time and lost anyway. Sam threw a
‘Sounds like the best time,’ you smirked. ‘Did Bucky have fun?’
‘He did,’ Steve replied. ‘It was nice to see actually. He’s still
awake I think, he’ll be happy you’re back.’
You smiled at him, making your way to Bucky’s room; you caught a glimpse
of the living room - leftover poker chips and a deck of cards messily packed up
and the scent of burgers from the diner you had been to a few times with Bucky
lingered in the air. You could tell you missed a good night.
Bucky’s door was ajar, you pushed it open further and knocked on the
door frame, standing in the entrance to his room.
Bucky, who had been sitting on the edge of his bed reading a book,
looked up, seeming thrown for a moment before he regarded you with the same
warmth he always had done. Light blue eyes blanketed in familiar comfort.
He smiled and stood up, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around
you, pulling you close to him despite the dirt on your clothes. You
instinctively reciprocated, your arms going around his waist and head buried in
his chest, the material of his t-shirt soft (much softer than the tree trunk
you had fallen into earlier in the mountains, but that was another
It was quiet for a moment, Bucky’s face buried in your hair before he
‘Hey,’ he murmured, the simplicity making you snicker.
‘Happy -’ You glanced at the clock on his wall ‘- belated birthday,
He kissed your forehead and lead you to sit down on his bed with
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, hands running over you arms like he was checking for wounds.
You smirked at his worry. ‘I’m fine, Bucky, I promise.’
‘I missed you,’ he said just as quietly but you detected no
disappointment in his voice.
You nuzzled his neck and pulled his arm around your shoulders,
completely unable to tear yourself away form him. He was so warm and
‘I would say the same but,’ you sighed, ‘the marmot I ran into was
much more interesting so …’
Bucky nudged your ribs making you squeal lightly and jolt in his arms at
‘Bucky, ‘m so sorry I wasn’t here,’ you groaned quietly.
‘’s okay, I’m not mad,’ he murmured back. ‘I knew you wanted to be
here; I get the job, doll, I do the same one,’ he joked.
You leaned down to untie your boots.
‘Steve said you all had a good time. You owe me a game, Solider.’
‘Clint kicked our asses and we didn’t even see it coming. Sam took it
‘He can be such a brat when he loses,’ you giggled, already coming up
with ways to tease him for when you saw him next. ‘He’s great though.’
‘Is Sam as great as the marmot?’
‘Nothing will ever be as great as the marmot.’
You rested a hand on the back of Bucky’s neck, toying softly with his hair. He hummed appreciatively, leaning into your touch.
‘Tony put a pen in the Swear Jar.’
‘Doesn’t he just carry out cash at all times?’
‘Apparently not. We’ll treat it like a placeholder, I guess.’
‘Was it one of his fountain pens? Those things can be like two hundred dollars a piece.’
Bucky traced patterns along your shoulder, playing with your hair and
brushing it aside, making goosebumps rise all over your skin.
‘I can’t believe you’re a hundred years old,’ you admitted. ‘We
joked about it but now it’s actually true.’
‘I can’t believe I’m a hundred years old,’ Bucky murmured. ‘It’s kind
of the same feeling I got when I turned twenty-five - that I was finally
getting old. Now I am old.’
‘Did you have an existential crisis over the passing of time
and age?’ you asked, your tone slightly teasing.
‘I actually didn’t,’ Bucky
admitted. ‘I just … I’m one
hundred years old.’
You snickered at the tone of wonder in his voice.
Bucky was quiet for a while, fingers still tracing patterns on your skin; leaning into his chest, you could feel him relaxing into your touch.
‘You know, when I
was in college, I said that the maximum age gap I would accept between me and
the guy I would end up with would be, like, four years or something.’
‘I think I’ve exceeded that, doll.’
‘Only a little,’ you reasoned humorously.
‘A couple years,’ Bucky bargained, pretending to be completely
serious. ‘’m glad you could make an exception for me,’ he snickered.
‘A couple years,’ you agreed fondly. ‘For what it’s worth, you
don’t look a day over eighty-four.’
‘Doll,’ Bucky sighed with feigned sentiment, ‘that’s all I’ve ever
wanted to be.’
You chuckled at him. ‘You’re such a loser,’ you muttered. ‘But
before I forget, I need to give you your birthday present.’
‘[Y/N], you di-’
‘I swear, James, I will ban you from our Masa dinners.’
‘Okay, okay,’ Bucky chuckled, still not letting go of your hand. ‘Just, later, yeah?’
You smiled questioningly at him but allowed him to pull you back onto the bed anyway.
‘What are you doing, Buchanan?’
‘I love you,’ he murmured as though that offered an explanation, pulling you to his chest where you nuzzled comfortably. ‘Just wanna lie here.’
‘Bucky, I smell like a forest,’ you groaned tiredly.
‘Shh, ‘s fine.’
You felt him draw the blanket at the foot of his bed over you, the two of you getting lost in the hazy warmth of his room and each other’s comfortable body heat. Bucky’s fingers were trailing through your hair.
‘What even is a marmot?’ he asked after some time.
You blinked. ‘’m not even sure. It kind of looked like a beaver. Maybe they’re snow beavers.’
‘You must be a scientist or somethin’, doll,’ Bucky murmured sardonically, snickering when you flicked the back of his head sharply.
‘For all you know, I could be. Part of day I’m an Avenger. Other part of day, I’m a zoologist.’
He smirked lazily.
‘Bucky?’ Your tired tone paralleled his.
‘I don’t want to keep you up if you’re tired.’
‘What is it, baby?’
‘I get the sentiment,’ you mumbled, ‘but ‘m really hungry.’
Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s
implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky
is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events
Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool
party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t
have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you
out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset.
That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.
A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS
this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of
trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for
a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^
“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no
“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!”
you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his
new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out
of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of
swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for
You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to
find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were
the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so
much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years
since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s
been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping
excursion reminded you of why you
quit in the first place.
It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend,
the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was
something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions,
training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed
to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He
was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at
the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a
Bucky and (Y/N)’s
relationship was different. No one knew why but they both could hardly stand
each other let alone be in the same room together which caused lots of
bickering and snarky comments among the two. They both don’t hold back the
venomous words said towards one another and they feel no guilt when doing so.
They never agreed on a single thing but if there was one thing they agreed on,
it was they were to never be paired up for missions and the whole team knew it.
There was one occasion they both almost were almost killed because they couldn’t
agree on an exit strategy and afterward barely escaping they both proceeded to
get their asses chewed out by Steve and Fury, both unable to go on a mission for
the next month. The team tried different ways of getting the two to get along
but nothing they tried seemed to work.
No matter how much
they seemed to hate each other, there was an agreement of team comradery. Yes,
they didn’t get along but they were teammates and they would always have the
other’s back even if it was countered with a crude comment. It was an unspoken
agreement that they knew a team needed to survive, especially a team like
“I don’t know how
you deal with them, Nat. They’re so uncivil, cynical and intolerant.” Bucky
spits out with disgust as soon as (Y/N) is out of sight and Natasha gives a
chuckle as she sips her coffee.
“I don’t know what
you’re saying. They’re one of the sweetest people I know.” Natasha says with a
smirk as she leans up against the kitchen counter and Bucky stares appalled at
the redhead’s comment.
“Says you. They’re
only rude to me, have you heard the things they’ve said to me?” Natasha gives a
sigh before setting down her coffee, looking up at Bucky with her bright green
“(Y/N) is the
biggest sweetheart you’ll meet, Barnes. They have a heart of gold and they may
act like they hate you but they don’t mean harm. It’s how they cope, maybe you’ll
see one day.” Bucky gives a huff before crossing his arms. He didn’t believe
it, (Y/N) and him would never get along as long as they both lived.
surrounded. What was supposed to be a simple mission quickly turned into a
mission that seemed impossible to escape. Bucky and (Y/N) had somehow got separated
from the rest of the team and were currently in a Hydra building on the
basement level and all the exits were blocked by the incoming swarm of agents.
They were battered and bruised, running low on ammo and energy and they were
beginning to think that this was how it was going to end. The two of them were
currently taking cover behind some boxes, shooting and fighting when Bucky’s voice is heard over the shooting. “We need to get out of here!”
“No shit, Barnes!
What do you think we’ve been doing this whole time? Wanting to die?” (Y/N)
yells as they continue to shoot back at the Hydra agents and Bucky gives a
“Shut your mouth,
(Y/L/N), I don’t need any of your shit right now!” He yells back with venom but
before (Y/N) can counter, Natasha’s angry voice is heard over the comms.
“Both of you shut
it! I’m done with both of ya’ll’s shit! Now, there’s a service elevator around
the corner to your left, it’s your only way out. Steve and I are waiting up top
for you, hurry.” They both look to their left and they both
look at one another before giving a nod and they quickly run over to the elevator, shooting the oncoming agents. They shoot the majority of them and for a moment
there is no gun shots but know there will be more coming. They finally make it
in but when Bucky presses the button it doesn’t start. He begins to hit the
button harder but to no avail. “Damn it!” He yells angrily, slamming his hands
on the wall and he begins to run his fingers through his hair.
(Y/N) looks around
frantically for any solutions and their eyes freeze on a blinking red button on
the opposite side wall. An override
button. Footsteps can be heard and (Y/N) gives a shaky deep breath before stepping
out of the elevator, quickly shutting the elevator access gate and locking it
from the outside. Bucky runs up to the gate, shaking it as he looks at (Y/N)
with a crazed look. “What the fuck are you doing!” He screams angrily
yet scared for them at the same time as he continues to shake the gate. (Y/N)
gives a sad smile before pointing their gun where the agents are about to
“Getting you out,
making sure you don’t die… I-I’m sorry for everything. Good luck, Barnes.”
(Y/N) says before running towards the flashing red button and Bucky begins to panic.
He yells as they shoot at the now present agents and all he can do is watch in
horror. (Y/N) hits the button and the elevator doors begins to shut but all he
wants is them to be in there with him.
(Y/N) runs out of
ammo and he watches helplessly as they get shot. “No!” Bucky screams as loud as
he can as they fall to the ground and horror fills his body as he sees an agent
ready to shoot again but as the agent points the gun at (Y/N) the elevator
doors shut, blocking his view. Bucky hits the gate furiously before resting his head on it as the elevator
makes its ascent. He has to go back, he has to.
When the doors
open, he rushes out ready to go down to the lower levels but is quickly stopped
by Steve, Sam and Natasha. He fights, thrashing violently. “I have to go back!”
“Buck, Buck! We’ll look
for them I promise but right now we have to go.” Steve begs the soldier and Bucky slowly stops moving before looking at the elevator sadly. He pulls from their
grips before walking to the jet without a word.
He didn’t hate
(Y/N) as much as he thought and right then, he made it his mission to get them
back, no matter what it takes, no matter the conditions.
“You have got to be kidding me.” You huffed, mumbling under your breath as you dug through your dresser drawers yet again.
You were getting ready for your highly anticipated date but you couldn’t find your date underwear. Your room was in absolute disarray as you tore through your dresser and closet for the fifth time that afternoon.
Jumping up you suddenly remembered that you had washed them a few days ago. You ran to the laundry room, opening up all the machines as you searched through them. It was beyond you how Stark was willing to pay for everyone to live at the compound but not willing to pay for you guys to have your own washing machines and dryers.
“Looking for these?” The familiar deep voice of Bucky Barnes echoed as your had your head shoved in the last dryer.
Looking up you saw him leaning against the door of the room, your black lace panties dangling from his finger.
“Panty stealer!” You lunged at him as he spun away keeping your panties just out of reach.
“Give ‘em back Bucky! I need them!” You whined stomping your feet.
He laughed as you tried to jump up and grab them.
“Wait, why do you have them?” You scrunched your face. “EWWWW! What the fuck Bucky!”
“No! No! It’s not like that!” He threw his hands up in defense. “They got stuck to my clothes in the dryer! That’s it!”
“THAT WAS THREE DAYS AGO!” Your eyes went wide as you stared at him.
“You know, whatever, this isn’t funny anymore. Take your fucking panties.” He tossed them at you walking away.
“What the hell were you doing with my underwear for three days Bucky?!” You yelled chasing after him.
“I’m sorry what?” You both spun around to see Sam standing behind you.
“Nothing!” Bucky replied, face turning bright red.
“Bucky stole my date panties!” You taunted.
“No I didn’t! You have to stop saying that!” Bucky threw his head back in exasperation.
Sam looked back and forth between the two of you shaking his head. “Look what you guys do behind closed doors is your business.”
“What?! No!” You both yelled in unison as Sam started to walk away laughing.
I don't know if this fits in any if your AUs (maybe the supernatural one) but I just took my first spin class and holy cow sore butt and legs, so I was thinking about Tony having a wicked hard workout and coming home sore and bruised, but also really tense and wanting Steve and/or Bucky to help him wind down with sex, and then a comedy of errors as they attempt to meet Tony's needs without hurting his poor sore ass.
Lmao oh my God
Pepper gets tired of hearing Tony complain about how out of shape he is (mostly because she can’t get it through his thick skull that he is a middle-aged man and his boyfriends are supernatural creatures) so she signs him up for a yoga course originally but Tony comes back pretty morosely and explains that a lot of the positions hurt his chest too much. So she signs him up for spin class because that shouldn’t hurt his chest at all and just in case she signs up for it too.
“Fuck you, fuck me, fuck everything,” Pepper groans as they both flop into the limo. “You want me to take you to the club or the tower, boss?” Happy asks, pushing their feet in so he can close the door. Tony doesn’t want to sleep in his big empty bed when he feels this shitty so he asks to go to the club, and Pepper helps shove him out of the car when they get there. The club is pretty slow at six in the evening but there are still enough people to jostle him uncomfortably as he tries to make his way over to Steve and Bucky’s table. Eventually one of the bouncers comes by and helps him get to them.
“Honey, what happened,” Steve asks in concern, drawing Tony into his arms. Tony takes a moment to snuggle into his shoulder. “I hurt from my ass down to my ankles.” Bucky promptly chokes on his drink. Tony whines when Steve’s hands clench around him a little too hard. “Steve.” “Sorry, sorry,” Steve answers hurriedly, releasing him, stroking his hands up and down his back. “But, uh, you’re gonna have to explain a little.” Tony sighs like he’s being incredibly put upon and says, “I had my first spin class tonight and everything hurts from the waist down.” Steve wonders for a moment why he didn’t start with that, but it doesn’t really matter. He has Tony in his arms. That’s the important part.
Tony whines when Steve grabs his ass and squeezes. “I said it’s sore!” Steve lets go immediately, hands fluttering over him as he tries to figure out where the hell to put them now. Eventually Bucky has the bright idea of taking Tony up to the apartment so he can relax. Maybe eat something. Rub his feet. Tony lurches backward to cheer because FOOT RUBS and almost takes a header onto the floor. Then he groans and rubs the small of his back. Steve and Bucky hustle him up to their apartment. The bouncers can handle things tonight.
Tony is still tense and twitchy after they’ve finished rubbing his feet and feeding him though. He’s exhausted but he can’t sleep. So he looks up at them coyly and says, “Maybe I need a little more stretching.” “I could probably Google some good stretches,” Steve replies earnestly. “…Thanks,” Tony says. “But I meant like… with your dick.” Steve squints at him in confusion. Bucky buries his face in his hands to keep from laughing because it takes a concerning amount of time for Steve, an incubus, to realize Tony wants sex. Although to be fair, Steve gets very concerned about his lovers, to the point where sex is an afterthought. Bucky loves him that way though.
Steve and Bucky whisper about who gets to fuck him and they decide on Steve because Bucky’s knot might be too much. Tony mewls as Steve crawls on top of him and waits for Steve to work him open. And he waits. And waits. He squirms uncomfortably. “Steve?” “Hmm? Right, yes,” Steve says, then turns to whisper to Bucky. Tony waits a little longer. “…Is something wrong?” “We’re just trying to figure out the best way to go about this,” Steve says. Tony blinks up at him. “…Best way to go about what?” “I mean. You said you were sore…” Tony stares at him for a moment before snorting and rolling his eyes, whispering, “Oooooh my God.”
(“YOU SAID YOU WERE SORE!” Steve and Bucky insist as Tony curls up under the covers away from them. “Don’t be like this, honey!” Tony’s going to be like this. He took painkillers. His boyfriends are useless.)
“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Sam confessed. “Because I don’t want you to hurt me, and I don’t know if you feel the same way but,” Sam sighed. “You’re just so good, and I love you.”
“Are you going to propose now?” You mused, eyebrows raised and a smile growing on your lips as Sam fumbled with the slice of pizza in his hands, almost dropping it.
His pout and glare he gave you almost made you laugh out loud. “You don’t sneak up on a guy when he’s eating, Y/N.” He informed and you rolled your eyes, still leaning against the archway that led into the kitchen.
“Yes you do, especially when your boyfriend tries to cheat on you with a piece of pizza.” You countered and this time Sam rolled his eyes playfully, a blush forming on his cheeks in embarrassment.
“I wasn’t cheating on you with food.” He said, his own lips curving into a small smile as if he knew something you didn’t. Your eyes narrowed.
“Well if anyone talked to me the way you talked to that pizza, I would be in love.” You teased and Sam narrowed his eyes as well.
“I serenade you…sometimes.” He murmured and your smile grew.
“Baby, ‘Baby, baby, I love you but I gotta go right now and save Steve’s ass.’ Isn’t that wooing as you think. No matter if you mention Steve’s perky ass.” You winked and Sam gave you a mocked offended look.
“I got a perky ass.” His eyes wide like he was surprised you didn’t mention it.
“Oh I know. Wait, is that really what you got out of all of that?” You laughed and Sam beamed.
“No,” he stretched the word out and then suddenly you were looking down at him as he got down onto one knee. “You want to be 'woo'ed, and I don’t know if I’ll have enough courage to do this later, so how about this?” He asked with a soft nervous laugh as he opened the small box that contained a beautiful ring.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, your hand coming to your mouth covering your shock as you looked from the ring to Sam. “You really were going to propose to the pizza.” You softly teased even though tears were welling up in your eyes.
Sam chuckled and rolled his eyes. Your joke making him less nervous. “More like I was practicing on the pizza before you caught me red-handed.” He teased back before looking up at you again with a beaming smile. “But seriously, Y/N, you’ve made me the most happiest man in the world. I am so lucky to have met you and that you actually liked me too. I love you. You’re my best friend, the love of my life, my everything. And you will make me so happy, happier than I already am, to call you my wife. So, Y/N will you do me the honor of marrying me?” His eyes hopeful.
You dropped to you knees too. Your lips crashing against Sam’s in an excited kiss, tears already rolling down your cheeks before you pulled away.
“Is that a yes?” He asked and you laughed nodding your head and grabbing the ring, slipping it on before giving him another quick kiss.
“Yes, it’s a yes.” You smiled wide admiring the ring Sam picked out before a playful look crossed your face. “But really Sam?”
“What?” He asked, he was admiring the ring just like you, before looking at you confused.
“You practiced on pizza? Like some people practice on friends or in the mirror, but pizza?” You smirked and Sam’s smile was big as he groaned.
“You know what, you shouldn’t tease your fiance about how he does things.” He jabbed back.
“Uhm, as your soon wife? It’s my job.” And Sam’s eyes brightened at the title.
“My wife,” he hummed testing it out and loving it.
“My husband,” you replied and you two smiled like dorks. Both of you still on your knees in the kitchen, left over pizza forgotten and your future bright.
Summary: Reader wants to do the Spider-Man kiss, Bucky grants the wish.
A/N: this made me want to do the Spider-Man kiss
Warnings: Sexual jokes
“You’re kidding,” Peter joked, a short chuckle following the words.
“I’m not, I’m more than one hundred percent serious,” you reply with a determined smirk. You’d been trying for nearly ten minutes to reach the gym’s pull up bar. An idea lingered curiously in your mind and it just had to be tested.