#Be gentle with bucky

[m4rv3l-girl]

Slowly…

Bucky and Y/N have been dating for a while, but have yet to explore anything more intimate than making out like teenagers. Maybe things will change when Bucky finally faces his fears.

Warnings: smut. Oral f!recieving. Protected p in v sex. Slight fear of intimacy. Touch starved Bucky?

The hum of the Stark Tower HVAC system was basically white noise.

Bucky Barnes sat sprawled across the couch, one arm looped loosely around Y/N���s shoulders, the other cradling a steaming mug of chamomile tea. Both of them contently sleepy. The windows stretched tall across the living room wall, casting gold-tinged light from the setting sun over the exposed brick and sleek furniture, remnants of Tony’s compulsive over-design.

Y/N, nestled into Bucky’s side with a blanket tugged over both of their legs, sighed softly. Her head was tucked perfectly beneath his chin, like it belonged there. Bucky liked that. He liked that a lot more than he’d ever admit aloud. Especially since Sam would absolutely never let him live it down if he caught wind of Bucky Barnes being the little spoon. Again.

“You know,” Y/N said, voice low and thoughtful, “you’re actually not as terrifying as everyone makes you out to be.”

Bucky huffed a laugh, lifting his mug in mock salute. “Thanks, doll. I’ll make sure to update my LinkedIn.”

She laughed against his chest, the sound vibrating into his sternum and tugging a rare, genuine smile from him. “No, seriously. You’re... sweet. You hold the door open. You bring me coffee just the way I like it. You’re weirdly obsessed with The Great British Bake Off.”

“I plead the Fifth.”

“Oh, come on. You cried when Rahul won.”

He groaned, tilting his head back against the couch and covering his face with the vibranium hand. “I didn’t cry. I just - had feelings. That’s normal. Rahul is a very talented man.”

“You’re soft.”

“I’m six feet tall and made of war crimes.”

She snorted. “You’re my soft war crime.”

“Jesus Christ.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. The kind that only came after months of slow trust-building, of soft confessions over late-night tea, of tentative hand-holding and the quiet awe in Bucky’s eyes when she didn’t flinch away from the cold press of metal fingers. It wasn’t perfect, Bucky still had nights where he woke up gasping, sweat-soaked and angry at ghosts only he could see, but Y/N never left. Never treated him like he was broken or dangerous. Just… human.

He hadn’t realized how much he missed being seen as human until she came along.

“You ever think about…” Y/N began, then paused, fingers tracing idle shapes along his thigh. “Us. Like, going further?”

Bucky blinked, the words taking a second to register through the sleepy haze.

“Further?”

She tilted her head to glance up at him, cheeks flushed. “Yeah. Like… more than just kissing on your couch and pretending we don’t both want more.”

Oh.

Bucky’s breath hitched, but not from discomfort. Not exactly. More like the entire world had suddenly gone still and very, very focused.

He’d thought about it. Of course he had. He was a hundred and six years old, not dead.

But there was always a wall. Not one she had built. Y/N had never rushed him, but one he’d carried with him since Hydra carved up his mind like Thanksgiving turkey. Intimacy meant vulnerability. And vulnerability had always gotten him hurt or used.

“I do think about it,” he said finally, voice soft. “All the time, actually.”

Y/N shifted slightly, giving him room to see her expression. She looked open. Patient. Like she wasn’t expecting anything except honesty. That helped. That grounded him.

“But I also think about messing it up,” he admitted. “I think about what if I freeze up? Or what if I have some flashback in the middle of it and ruin everything?”

“You wouldn’t ruin anything,” she said immediately. “You could never ruin this.”

He wanted to believe her. Hell, part of him already did. But old instincts didn’t die easily. He reached for her hand with his metal one, letting their fingers twine together. That felt real. Solid.

“I guess I just need to know you’re okay with taking it slow. That you don’t feel like you’re waiting for me to turn into someone else.”

Y/N’s smile was soft and fierce all at once. “Bucky, I didn’t fall for the Winter Soldier. I fell for the guy who leaves sticky notes on the fridge reminding me to drink water. Who calls Sam ‘bird brain’ like it’s a love language. Who watched all three Lord of the Rings movies with me even though he thought Frodo should’ve just used the eagles.”

“Don’t tell me I was wrong.”

She laughed, then leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. “I’m okay with slow. I’m okay with whatever pace you want. I’m here because I want you.”

Bucky let out a slow breath, tension he hadn’t realized he was holding bleeding from his shoulders. “Okay,” he murmured. “Then yeah. Maybe we take that step. Sometime soon.”

A beat.

The quiet stretched out like a warm blanket, thick with anticipation. Bucky’s thumb traced the line of her knuckles, and the room felt too hot and too cold at the same time. He knew he could say no. He knew she’d understand. But the way she said it - so gentle, so earnest - he couldn’t find the words to refuse.

“Soon,” she murmured, reading the hesitation in his eyes. “Whenever you’re ready. I just - I want you to know that I’m here. That I want to be there for you, every step of the way.”

Bucky nodded, his throat tight with emotions he hadn’t let himself feel in so long. It was strange, this feeling of safety, of belonging. It didn’t sit easily with him, but it was growing more familiar with every beat of her heart against his side. He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words.

“You make it easier, doll,” he said finally. “You make a lot of things easier.”

Y/N leaned into him, her arm curling around his waist. Her hair smelled faintly of coconut shampoo and mint toothpaste. The scent was comforting, like home.

“I’ll always be here for you, you know that,” she whispered, her breath warm against his neck. “For all the hard parts. And the easy ones too. For the baking shows and the bad jokes and the quiet nights just like this one. I’m all in, Bucky. Whatever it takes to help you feel whole again.”

The weight of her words settled into his chest, nestling in alongside his beating heart. It was a heavy burden, but somehow, with her, it felt lighter.

They watched the light change outside the window, the sky deepening into shades of purple and pink. The sounds of the city grew distant, swallowed up by their shared warmth. Bucky’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer, and she curled into him, her hand coming to rest over his heart.

It was a promise. A silent vow.

He took a sip of his now lukewarm tea and sighed, the warmth of her against him a stark contrast to the cold metal of his arm. It was moments like these that made him feel alive, made him realize that maybe, just maybe, he could have a life beyond the shadows of his past.

“What’s the first thing you’d wanna do?” he asked, turning to look at her. Her eyes searched his, looking for any signs of doubt or fear. But all she’d find was the truth. The reality was that, at present, their sex life was non-existent.

Y/N thought for a moment, her expression softening into a smile. “I don’t mind….what would you want to do..?” She didn’t want to commit to something that he wasn’t comfortable with.

Bucky considered this.

"I just want to be with you," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I want to hold you, and kiss you, and just… explore. Nothing crazy, just… us. Getting to know each other that way."

Her smile grew, lighting up the room even as the shadows grew longer. "That sounds perfect," she whispered.

The air was thick with a tension that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with desire. He could feel the pulse of her heart beneath her palm, and he knew she felt his too, a steady rhythm that grew stronger with every breath they took together.

They sat for a while longer, just watching the day turn to night. Bucky's mind raced with the possibilities of what this could mean for them, but he forced himself to stay present, to enjoy the simplicity of their entwined fingers and the warmth of her body.

Eventually, Y/N sat up, her hand slipping away from his heart to rest on his cheek. She turned to face him, her eyes searching his, looking for any trace of doubt. But all she found was a man who was ready to take the next step.

“Okay,” she said, her voice steady. “Let’s go slow. We’ll figure it out together. No pressure, just us getting to know each other more intimately. I’m here, Bucky. We’re in this together, remember?”

Bucky nodded, his pulse quickening at the thought of what lay ahead. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself to be this open with someone, to let go of the fear that had become second nature. But with her, it felt possible.

They stood up, and he set the mug of tea down on the side table with a gentle clink. Y/N reached for his hand, lacing her fingers through his. She led him to the bedroom, her movements sure and unhurried.

The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn just enough to allow the fading light to cast a soft glow over the bed. Bucky felt his heart rate spike as she turned to face him, her gaze never wavering from his own. She stepped closer, her hand sliding up to his chest, then around to his neck.

Her touch was tentative at first, a gentle question. But as Bucky leaned into it, she grew bolder, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, her thumb brushing against his lower lip. He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath, and she leaned in to capture his mouth in a kiss that was sweet and full of promise.

Her other hand slid down his side, her fingers brushing against the fabric of his shirt. Bucky’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer, the heat between them growing with every second. The kiss deepened, and he felt the first stirrings of something he’d almost forgotten - desire, untainted by fear or duty.

When they broke apart, panting slightly, Bucky opened his eyes to find her smiling up at him. She reached for the hem of her shirt, her movements slow and deliberate. He watched as she lifted it over her head, revealing the soft curves of her body.

He took a deep breath, his metal hand hovering over her bare skin for a moment before he let it rest gently on her waist.

Y/N's eyes searched his, looking for the answer to the unspoken question. Bucky nodded, his decision made.

They moved in unison, Bucky helping her to remove the rest of her clothing, his movements slow and careful, as if handling something fragile and precious. Each piece of clothing that fell away revealed more of her, and with it, a part of her soul that he hadn't seen before. Her trust in him was palpable, a silent demand that he not break her. And he knew, with a sudden fierceness, that he never would.

Her skin was warm under his touch, and she shivered as he traced the outline of her collarbone with his thumb. He felt his own heart racing, a thunderous beat that echoed in his ears.

They lay down on the bed, the mattress giving slightly under their combined weight.

Her eyes never left his, the same gentle expression on her face that had been there since the moment she’d brought it up. He felt the pressure of her hand, the softness of her skin, and the way her breath hitched as he kissed her again, his metal fingers brushing against the softness of her stomach. It was a strange sensation, this mix of cold and warm, of hard and soft, of past and present.

Bucky’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but he pushed them aside, focusing only on the here and now. He didn’t want to think about the past, didn’t want to ruin this moment with the specter of his former life. This was about them, about what they were choosing to build together.

He leaned over her, pressing tender kisses along her neck and collarbone, feeling the thrum of her pulse beneath his lips. Her skin was like silk, and her scent was intoxicating, a blend of warmth and vanilla that he’d come to associate with home. Her breathy sighs were music to his ears, each one a silent encouragement to explore further.

Her fingers danced over his shoulders, her nails lightly scraping against his skin as she guided him closer, urging him to explore. His heart hammered in his chest, a reminder of the life he had reclaimed, the humanity he had fought to keep.

Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were both trying to convey the depth of their feelings without words. Bucky’s hand traveled up her side, feeling the curve of her hip, the softness of her skin, the warmth that emanated from her core. He was acutely aware of every touch, every breath, the way she arched into his mouth when he kissed her just right. It was as if he was mapping out a new territory, one that was uncharted and full of wonder.

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, the rustle of fabric, the quiet sighs that escaped their lips. Y/N’s hand slipped under his shirt, her fingers brushing against the warmth of his skin. He stilled for a moment, waiting, but she didn’t pull away.

Bucky felt something unlock inside of him, a door that had been sealed shut for so long he’d almost forgotten it was there. It was a rush of sensation, of need, that made his head spin and his heart race. He kissed her again, harder this time, his hand sliding down to the small of her back, pressing her closer.

Y/N’s legs parted, inviting him in, and Bucky’s heart stuttered in his chest. He’d never been this intimate with someone who knew all of him, who had seen the darkest corners of his soul and chosen to stay. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

He took a moment to breathe, to steady himself. He didn’t want to rush this, didn’t want to scare her away with his intensity. But when he pulled back, her eyes were dark with desire, matching the pulse in his veins. She didn’t look scared. She looked hungry.

They moved together in a dance that was both new and familiar, their bodies speaking a language that didn’t require words. He felt the heat of her skin, the softness of her curves, the way she molded against him as if they’d been made for this. It was a revelation, a reminder that he was more than the sum of his parts.

Bucky’s hand slid up her thigh, his thumb brushing against the lace of her underwear. He felt her shiver and knew that she was just as ready as he was. He took a deep breath, trying to slow his racing heart. This was it. The moment he’d feared and craved in equal measure. But with her, it didn’t feel scary. It felt right.

Y/N’s hand reached for the hem of his shirt, her eyes never leaving his. He raised his arms, letting her pull it off. The cool air of the room kissed his bare skin, making him shiver. She traced the lines of his abs with her fingertips, her eyes taking in every inch of him with a mix of awe and affection.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice a warm caress against his ear.

Bucky felt a blush creep up his cheeks, a rare and welcome sensation. He’d never been one for compliments, but coming from her, it felt like the most profound truth he’d ever heard. He kissed her again, his hand sliding up to cup her breast, feeling the weight of it in his palm.

They moved together, exploring each other with gentle touches and whispered sighs. Bucky’s mind was a blur of sensation, each new discovery a revelation. The way she tasted, the way she felt, the way she made him feel. It was like coming home after a long, cold war, finding warmth in the most unexpected of places.

He felt her hand on the elastic of his sweatpants, and he stilled for a moment. This was the part that had always been a minefield before. But she didn’t look up at him with fear or hesitation. Just love. So he let her continue, his breath catching in his throat as she touched him, skin to skin.

Y/N’s hand was warm and sure, and Bucky couldn’t help but gasp as she touched him, her thumb rubbing against the sensitive skin just beneath the waistband. The fabric was the last barrier between them, and the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

With a trembling hand, Bucky reached down to help her, his heart racing as he pushed his pants down. The coolness of the air against his skin was a stark contrast to the heat of their bodies, and he watched as she took him in, her eyes wide and filled with a hunger that made him feel alive in a way he hadn’t been in decades.

They kissed again, a kiss that was more than just a meeting of lips, it was a declaration of trust, of love, of the shared hope that this could be the start of something beautiful. He felt her hand slide down, her fingertips dancing against his skin, until she reached the bulge in his boxers, and he let out a soft groan that seemed to resonate through the very core of his being.

Her hand was tentative at first, exploring his hardness with gentle strokes. But as Bucky’s grip tightened on the sheets and his breathing grew ragged, she grew bolder. Her touch was a whispered promise of what was to come, a gentle reminder that she was here for him, that he wasn’t alone.

He slid his hand down to cover hers, their fingers intertwining as they found a rhythm that sent shockwaves through his body. The warmth of her hand, the softness of her skin, the way she looked at him - it was almost too much to handle. But he didn’t pull away. He leaned into it, craving more.

With a tremble, Bucky reached for the clasp of her bra, his metal digits fumbling slightly. But she was patient, smiling up at him as he finally managed to free her from the garment. Her breasts were perfect in his eyes, the soft mounds fitting perfectly into his palms. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples, watching as they pebbled beneath his touch, and she gasped into his mouth. The sensation of skin against skin was electric, sending currents of pleasure through him that he hadn’t felt in what felt like an eternity. He’d been so afraid of this moment, but here it was, and it was nothing like he’d feared. It was gentle, it was kind, it was everything he’d hoped for.

He broke the kiss to kiss his way down her neck, her chest, her stomach. He took his time, savoring each new inch of her that was revealed to him. Y/N’s breath hitched as his mouth reached the apex of her thighs, his tongue tracing a line along her inner thigh before dipping closer to where she was wet and waiting for him. He felt a small twist of doubt and self consciousness, he hadn’t actually done this since the 40s.

Her legs fell open to encourage him, and Bucky took a moment to breathe her in, to appreciate the trust she was giving him.

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” She assured. He kissed her gently, his tongue teasing against her slit, her taste a rich mix of sweetness and desire. Y/N’s body arched off the bed, and she let out a soft moan, her hand sliding into his hair to guide him, to show him just how she liked it.

Bucky took his cues from her, his touch gentle and explorative. He’d never been with someone who knew the extent of his past, who had seen the monster he’d been made into. But here she was, her body open to him, welcoming him in. Her thighs trembled around his head as he worked his way down. His tongue found the spot that made her gasp. She was wet, slick against his mouth and he groaned, his cock pulsing with every soft whimper she made.

He could feel the tension coiling in her, tightening like a spring. Her hips began to move in time with his strokes, her breath coming in short and sharp gasps. He didn’t know how to do this, not really. But he knew he wanted to make her feel good. So he listened to her body, her sounds, her whispers of need. He focused on her reactions, learning what she liked, what made her squirm, what made her moan.

Small, quick flicks of his tongue over her clit seemed to send her reeling.

Y/N’s hands tightened in his hair as he worked her over, her body shaking with the force of her restrained pleasure. He could feel it building, the way she moved against his mouth, her legs tightening around his head, her breaths turning to pants. Her nails scraped against his scalp, a delicious pain that only served to drive him on, to make him want more, to make her feel more.

And then she was coming, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, her muscles clenching around his tongue. Bucky felt a surge of pride, of accomplishment, of pure, unadulterated joy.

He pulled back, kissing his way back up her body, feeling her pulse throb against his lips. She was beautiful, so beautiful, laid out before him like this. “Bucky,” she breathed, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. He leaned over her, his forehead touching hers. “You’re sure?” he whispered. She nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Bucky reached for the bedside drawer, his hand shaking slightly as he pulled out a condom. He’d had them there for months, hopeful and terrified, but they’d remained untouched. The foil packet crinkled in the quiet room, a sound that seemed unnaturally loud in the wake of their shared intimacy. Y/N watched him, her eyes never leaving his face, her trust in him unwavering. He rolled it on, feeling the familiar tightness in his chest, the echoes of fear that had haunted his every intimate moment. But as he positioned himself over her, her legs wrapping around his waist, he knew he could do this. For her, with her, he could overcome his worries.

He pushed inside her, slowly.

The world outside the window had gone dark, but the room was bathed in the warm glow of the bedside lamp. Her eyes were wide, watching him with a mix of excitement and concern, and he knew he had to get this right. For her, for them. Her heat enveloped him, and he felt his own walls crumbling, the last of his barriers falling away. He’d never felt this connected to anyone before, not like this. It was as if they were two lost pieces of a puzzle finally finding their place.

Their movements grew more frantic as the passion built, their kisses deep and desperate. Bucky felt the ghosts of his past trying to claw their way back in, but he pushed them away, focusing solely on the woman beneath him. Her nails dug into his back, her legs tightening around him as she matched his rhythm, urging him on.

The sounds of their bodies moving together filled the room, a symphony of sighs and gasps and moans. Each thrust was a declaration of his need for her, each kiss a promise to keep her safe. Bucky’s heart thudded in his chest, a drumline of hope and desire. He’d been so afraid of this moment, but here it was, and it was nothing like the horrors he’d anticipated. It was raw and real and everything he’d ever dreamed of.

Her nails scored down his back as she arched up to meet him, her breaths growing shallower, her hips rising to meet his thrusts. Bucky felt the tension in her body, the way she tightened around him, the soft mewling noises that escaped her throat. He’d never felt so alive, so present in the moment. Each stroke was a promise, a declaration that he was here, with her, and nothing else mattered.

Their bodies moved in harmony, a dance that transcended the chaos of the world outside. His metal hand found hers, their fingers entwining as if to anchor themselves in the present. He could feel her pulse racing beneath his touch, the way she clung to him as if he were her lifeline. And maybe, in a way, he was.

The world narrowed down to just the two of them, the only sounds the slap of skin and the harsh pull of their breathing. Bucky’s eyebrow was furrowed. He watched her face, the way her lip got pulled between her teeth in concentration, the softness of her cheeks flushed with passion.

Her breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed as she neared the precipice again.

Their passion was palpable, a force that transcended the physical, reaching into the depths of their souls.

Her eyes flew open, meeting his, and in that moment, something changed. He saw her, not just the woman he desired, but the person who had seen his darkest moments and chosen to love him regardless. And she saw him, not as the damaged soldier, but as the man who had fought to survive and come back to life.

Their movements grew more deliberate. Bucky’s rhythm slowed, his strokes deepening, as if trying to etch himself into her very being. He felt her inner walls quiver, a sign that she was close, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. But he wanted to give her everything she needed, to show her just how much she meant to him.

Y/N’s breath was a pant on his skin, her chest rising and falling rapidly. He leaned in, pressing kisses along her jaw, her neck, the soft skin of her collarbone. They were both hurtling uncontrollably towards the edge…

Her body tensed around him, a silent plea, and Bucky knew he couldn’t hold back anymore. He thrust into her, feeling her nails dig into his back as she cried out his name, her body shattering into a thousand pieces. He watched her come undone, her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure that sent him over the edge.

With a guttural groan, he followed her, his orgasm tearing through his muscles, leaving him trembling and spent. He collapsed onto her, his heart hammering against hers, their breaths mingling in the quiet aftermath. The warmth of her body was like a medicine to his soul, a gentle reminder that he was more than just a weapon, that he was loved.

They laid there for a few moments, their hearts beating in sync, the only sound in the room the gentle rustle of the blanket around them. Bucky felt the warmth of her skin, the way her chest rose and fell with each breath, and the reality of what they had just shared settled heavily on him. It was a moment that had been months in the making, a moment where fear had been vanquished by love and trust.

He leaned up on his elbow, looking down at her. Her eyes were closed, a soft smile tugging at her lips. He couldn’t help but trace the curve of her cheek with the back of his hand, feeling the heated skin under his fingertips. He’d never felt more alive, more human, than he did in that moment.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him with a softness that made his chest ache. “More than okay,” she said, her voice a whisper.

He leaned down to kiss her again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her lips. Her hand slid up his chest, her touch featherlight and reverent. It was as if she knew just how much this meant to him, just how much of a milestone it was.

They lay there, tangled in the sheets, their bodies still slick with sweat. Bucky’s mind was racing, but in a good way. He’d done it. He’d faced his fears and come out the other side. And she was still here, her arm wrapped around his waist, her breathing evening out as she snuggled closer to him.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice still rough from their earlier exertions. Y/N opened her eyes and gave him a sleepy smile. “For what?” “For making it okay,” he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “For making me feel like I can do this. Like I’m not just some… some broken toy that nobody wants to play with anymore.”

Her eyes had a glassy pain in them. “Bucky, you’re so much more than that. You always have been. And I want to play with you.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, the sound low and warm. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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A small gift 🎁🫶 (We’re ignoring mistakes)

[mygirlfriendismadatme]

Omg these homos

[stucky-headcanon-bot]

💙

[buckys-arm-and-rios-dagger]

Y'ever think about how this was probably the first time any doctor was gentle with Bucky in decades?? Because I think about how this was probably the first time any doctor was gentle with Bucky in decades all the time.

[fanofurfics]

V-Day 💗

A Bucky Barnes Fic

Pairing: Bucky and FemReader

Content warnings: Pure self-indulgent fluff, alcohol. Minimal use of Y/N.

Word Count: 1664

A/N: So I did it. I decided to try my hand at my first Fanfic and decided I’d write and share it today for Valentine’s Day. This was written in the span of about an hour and minimal edits, so any and all mistakes are mine. Please be gentle with me 🫣 I also can’t stress enough this is purely self-indulgent fluff with our boy Bucky ‘cause that’s what I want today.

You had just gotten off of work and it had been a rough day. Being bombarded by the decorations, flowers, cards. Coworkers talking about where they and their date were going tonight inevitably asking what you were doing. And you were doing nothing. No date, no romantic night in, hell, no obligatory Valentine’s Day sex. When someone would “awe” or pout, you assured them it was fine - you were fine. But now without work to keep you busy, you really didn’t feel like doing nothing at home all alone. Luckily there was a bar right around the corner.

By the time you finished your first drink, you had started to rethink your decision. More and more couples filtered in, though you were sure it would be the same just about anywhere tonight. You started to really feel alone. You were doing another visual sweep of the room when you noticed a man walk through the doors. His deep set bright blue eyes stood out first. His strong brow and the scruff on his face kept you looking longer. You had always liked a man in leather. You catch yourself nearly drooling and spin back around towards the bar hoping he didn’t notice you clearly noticing him.

You go to take a drink and remember it’s empty. Just as you reach out to wave down the bartender, the man takes a seat at the bar, leaving just one chair between you, and calls out to the bartender as well just as she’s walking over.

”Sorry. Ladies first” the blue eyed lone man said.

“Thanks.” You smile. Maybe it's just because you’re feeling a little lonely tonight but that small act of chivalry makes you blush.

It isn’t long after you order your drink that another man comes to approach you with his scantily clad date in tow. “Hey, do you think you could scoot over so my girlfriend and I can sit at the bar?” You fight the urge to roll your eyes but smile and nod. “Sure.” You look to both empty seats next to you and before you can make the move yourself, the blue eyed gentleman reaches beside him and pulls out the chair next to him without taking his eye off his whisky in hand. You take it as an invitation, sliding your drink towards him and scooting over.

“Thanks.” You settle in, grabbing your drink to swirl the ice. “They should’ve got here earlier if they wanted their choice of seats.” You grumble just loud enough under your breath that he hears it and snickers before he takes another drink. His reaction is enough for you to decide to make a little small talk with him. You’re sure the bartender would like it if you found someone else to talk to tonight.

“Thanks for the seat. I’m Y/N.” You hold out your hand to the man next to you and he takes it, giving you a firm but gentle shake.

”Bucky.”

”Bucky.” You smile to yourself.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just don’t think I’ve met anyone with that name before.” You hope you haven’t already pissed him off by saying something stupid.

”Ah. Well now you have.” He gives a polite smile and goes back to watching the tv behind the bar.

After a few minutes had passed, all you could think about was this guy Bucky. It had been a long time since anyone had captured your attention like this. He was tall, had dark hair, and was extremely handsome. He was quiet, and came off broody, but had been polite to you so far. Sure, you had resigned to do nothing tonight, and maybe it was the drinks but now you didn’t feel all that much like being alone. Unless maybe it was with Bucky. You figured what did you have to lose? If you didn’t hit it off you’d be right back where you are now.

You turn in your chair to face him. ”Have you looked around at everyone here tonight? Most of them have been looking at their phones all night.” He slowly turned his gaze to you first to make sure you were talking to him. You looked at him, eyebrow raised and waiting for some kind of answer. The more seconds that passed, you were sure he would say nothing and just go back to his drink. Fair enough.

He looked around him then turned back to you. “I did notice. Must be pretty crappy dates if they can’t even give each other their attention for a few hours.”

He didn’t completely dismiss you! Great! The two of you continue to make small talk and discuss how sad it is that today people are so in tune with everything around them except those immediately near them. You both start listing off other things one could be doing than wasting time and money out with someone when you’re barely going to connect with them.

You’re really enjoying the conversation and as far as you can tell, he is too. You decide to get a little more personal. “So, did your date stand you up?” He’s staring straight ahead as he takes a swig. Maybe you crossed a sensitive line.

”No” is all he says. You can’t help but think you’ve hit a nerve, but you’re enjoying his company so much you have to try and save this.

”Well that’s good. I wouldn’t want to ask out some guy who was feeling vulnerable.”

Bucky choked a bit on his whisky, then looked at you and cocked his head.

You decided to ask before you lost your nerve.

“How would you feel about being Valentines for the evening? Maybe go play some pool or something?”

Bucky looked around the bar but before he could say anything you added. “There’s a place down the street. It's another bar. They serve whisky.” A small smile creeps up Bucky’s lips. He downs his drink and stands to help you out of your seat. “Shall we then?”

The second bar was crowded as well, but luckily you two were able to secure a pool table and had played game after game. In between rounds, you would put music on the jukebox hoping to hear your song between the long list others had played.

Conversation was easy between you too. He obviously wasn’t the most talkative of people but he was funny, sarcastic. And he was also incredibly sweet. The entire time he had gotten you your drinks and even insisted on paying for them. He’d hold your pool stick for you when you went to the bathroom. There was even a moment when he was taking his shot that he noticed some guy coming on to you and not getting the hint that you weren't interested. Bucky walked right up and put himself between you and the inebriated man. “We got a problem?” Bucky asked. The way this man could stare daggers at people was terrifying. And, a little exciting if you were being honest.

The drunken fool decided to push him in the chest and Bucky didn’t even budge. This infuriated the guy who then took a swing at Bucky, who caught his fist in his left hand and with the slightest squeeze, the man was on his knees. “Okay! Okay! Okay! Ow ow ow!” The drunken fool stumbled out of the bar with his tail between his legs after that.

The hours flew and before you knew it, it was last call and you two were the only ones left in the bar. You realized you had had so much fun you forgot about work in the morning. Begrudgingly you decide to call it a night. “Hey Bucky, I’ve had a really great time, but I should probably get going.” You walked over to grab your jacket off of the chair.

”Hold on.” Bucky put up a hand and then dug out a dollar from his pocket as he went to the jukebox. An old Billie Holiday song comes on and as he walks up to you, he extends his right hand. “May I have this dance?”

You can’t hide the grin that beams from your face and he smiles back. The two of you stand there in the middle of the empty bar and begin to sway back and forth in each other's arms. One hand in yours, the other on the small of your back, you feel yourself begin to melt for this man. He pulls you just the slightest bit closer and rests his face against yours. You had been on dates and had flings recently, but nothing with them had ever felt this intimate. This correct. Your heart breaks just a little as the song ends. You wish you could stay in this moment forever. You’re barely able to tear yourself apart from him, but do. Bucky grabs your coat and helps slip it over your shoulders.

“May I walk you home?” Bucky asks as he holds open the exit door.

”Please.” You don’t see it, but he is grinning now too.

The four block walk goes by too quickly and soon you’re on the steps leading up to your apartment building. You’re about to say something but Bucky beats you to it. “Thanks for the great time, doll. This was the best Valentine’s Day I’ve had in a long, long time.”

“Me too” you admit. “And Bucky,… You were the perfect gentleman.”

He scoffs at your remark. Bucky gently grabs your hand, bringing it to his lips giving you a tender kiss. “Goodnight.” Before he can let go, you turn your hand to grab his. “Wait.” You’re nervous, but would beat yourself up if you didn’t take the chance. You hadn’t hit it off like this with someone so quickly. “Would you…would you like to come in?”

Bucky gives the smallest smile and thinks about it. He shakes his head. “Next time, doll.” He kissed your hand once more. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Closing the door behind you, you couldn’t help but do a giddy dance before making your way to your apartment and climbing into your bed to dream, no doubt, about your darling Bucky.

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Just having a lil moment

Thinking about Sambucky hand kisses.

Sam coming in a little banged up, not from his Cap duties, but he jumped in to help a random colleged age kid getting jumped by adults easily 10yrs his senior. He tried to neutralize the situation verbally, inserting himself in between the group and the man picking himself off the ground. Jerkwad tries to throw a sucker punch and then Sam has to lay out a few jackasses ganging up on a kid for what turned out to be utterly trivial - his bicycle fell over onto one of the cars parked at the sidewalk when he was trying to lock it. It barely scratched the surface, but big egos, fancy cars and overcompensation were in effect and rational thought was not.

Sam tells the story to Bucky as he's trying to patch his hands that got bruised when he busted some guys mouth. Bucky takes over cleaning thw wound knowing how dastardly fight bites can be. He dries Sam's hands thoroughly before applying the ointment and bandaging both. He was quiet while patching up and listening to Sam, partially awed by his bravery, turned on by his fighting skills and plotting to find out the names of the offenders.

So his mind didn't register what exactly his own hands were doing as he brought Sam's bandaged hands up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss atop each and declaring, "There all better."

It wasn't until he saw Sam's rapid blinking that the horror dawned on him at what he'd done, face flushing instantly from his collar to his hairline. His mouth fell open and static whining was all that fell out as his mind looped the scene in his mind. It just felt as natural a thing to do.

Thankfully, Sam spared him the woes of stuttering out a broken apology by smiling widely up at Bucky after he smirked down at his tended hands. "Feeling better already, Buck. Thanks."

Bucky nodded, hopefulness burning in his chest instead of embarrassment as he smiled back. "Of course, Sam. Anytime."

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Sometimes I just crave slow, soft, gentle… nothing extra, nothing special, no spanking, no choking, no slapping or teasing, no games…

Just you and me...

Soft kisses and loving smile’s….sweet words while we just feel each other…

Your hands gently touching everywhere they can reach…fingertips tracing goosebumps up my skin…you whispering my name as I whisper yours…

I love you so much…

[strange-little-spy]

Tickle Fight ~ Gentle!Winter Soldier fluff

Summary: You have a hard day at work and Bucky tries to make you feel better, but it just winds up turning into a tickle fight

Content: FLUFF, FLUFF NOTHING BUT FLUFF, implied married couple activities but not mentioned.

Word Count: 4159 words

a/n: So there is some French in here, but it’s translated. I am personally not yet fluent in French, but I know the phrases used. Anyway, this was inspired by @ebbarnes’s fic called Gentle Hand and part of @buck-star’s writing event

Strap in for some good old tooth rotting fluff…

You didn’t mean to slam the door, but it came out as you dropped your jacket on the floor, absolutely drained from the day.

“Hey, baby-“ Bucky called from the kitchen as he sat with his laptop, still working on his paper for his degree. You and Sam had convinced him to go to college for a bachelors at least. So, he picked New York University. It took some pulling of strings, but they finally accepted him into the classes, but only online. 

“Hey, whoa, whats wrong?” He stood up, closing his computer when he noticed your expression and quickly came to your side like a clingy dog. 

“I’m okay, Bucky.” You tried to sound okay, but those blasted tears welled up in your eyes, betraying your troubles.

“Doll..” He looked hurt, he always did when you were sad. He hesitated before hugging you close, his real hand rubbing circles into your back. “I’m glad your home, baby.”

You nodded, your arm wrapping around his shoulder, feeling his metal arm under the shirt he wore. The tears spilled over at his affection, staining his shirt. 

“I’m so-sorry, Bucky,” You sighed, rubbing your eyes. “I feel so stupid-“

“No, no, honey,” He ducked to meet your eyes, his hand cupping your cheek and wiping the tears away. “You’re beautiful and amazing, and I love you for it.”

“But I can’t do anything right!” You fussed, stomping your foot. Bucky paused, his expression wavering at your outburst.

“I- I’m sorry, James. I didn’t mean to shout-“

“Shh,” He pulled you close to him again. “You could never hurt me, doll. Don’t worry about me, okay?”

“But you’re my world, Bucky. I have to worry about you.” You frowned, feeling like absolute trash.

“Look,” He placed a kiss on your cheek before looking at you. “How about you go take a long shower, wash your hair and then we’ll have diner, okay? I’ll make your favorite.” He flashed a warm smile, making you smile(with difficulty) back. You took a breath, wiping your eyes and sniffing. 

“Okay, bear.” You nodded. “I may be a second or so.”

“Take all the time you need, love. I’m not going anywhere.”

You decided to keep the light off while you showered for multiple reasons.

1. You didn’t want to see yourself in the large mirror

2. It was soothing for some strange reason

3. Plus why not

The hot water washed all the sweat and tears from you as you sat down on the tile, worming your fingers through your scalp and scratching at the roots. The steam cleared your sinuses out along with your lungs. You felt as if you could breathe clearer as you stepped out onto the mat, wrapping a fluffy towel around yourself. You could smell the scent of meat rising through the vents. Bucky couldn’t bake to save his life,  but boy, he could grill like a champ. So his steaks were the ones you practically lived for. You smiled and took a long breath, feeling lightheaded as you let it out again. You giggled as you remembered when he tried to make you a pie for your birthday the year you two had met. It was a failure to say the least. 

You turned on the blow-dryer, but also the string lights above your sink just to see what you were doing. But on the mirror, there was a square sticky note.

You leaned closer, reading the handwriting. It was definitely Bucky’s.

“You are beautiful, enough, worthy, lovely, and chosen.”

You had to laugh to keep the tears from overflowing again. He left notes like this, but never with this message. He must have really thought it out before putting it up.

Ah, you loved him.

You finished drying your hair and let it hang loose over your shoulders as you tugged on your warm leggings and one of Bucky’s hoodies. For some reason, his were way comfier than yours. And he never minded when you confiscated one.

You could here the timer going off from the kitchen as you moved into the living room. Bucky had already turned on the soft lights that emitted from behind the furniture and behind the TV which was already set for your favorite movie. But before you sat down, Bucky came running into the room telling you to hold on before you sat down.

“Don’t move. Do not move a muscle-“ He ordered before running back into the laundry room, just as the dryer buzzer went off, and tugged out your queen sized blanket, immediately wrapping it around you, scooping you up, and gently dropping you onto the couch. 

“Bucky!” You squealed, his grin making you smile ear to ear.

“Not a word,” He said before handing you your phone, now charged mostly.  “Dinner will be served shortly, madame.”

“Merci bea coup, mon mari.” You smiled back at him as he gave you another forehead kiss and then went back to the kitchen. The smell of steak wafting from his wake. You hummed and snuggled deeper into your blanket, he had stuck it in the dryer on high heat for at least 15 minutes, making it a burrow of warmth and comfort. You had an obsession with soft and fluffy things, blankets were no exception. Bucky had given it to you as a wedding present last year.

Your phone pinged in your hand, Natasha’s ringtone sounded. You unlocked the device and found the text. It was a selfie of her and Steve next to the Effiel Tower, a grin plastered on each of their faces.

“So good!!” You replied, typing quickly. “Happy honeymoon!! <3”

“Thank you!” She was quick to respond, surprising you. There was a large time difference from Paris and New York, easily eight hours- “Hope to you see you and James soon!”

“Sameeee!”

Natasha was your bestest friend ever. Not withstanding the factshe introduced you and Bucky, but she was kind otherwise. 

“Dinner has arrived,” Bucky said from behind you as you sat up and began to tie your hair back so it wouldn’t get in your way, but he sat the plate of steak, mashed potatoes and kernel corn into your lap, taking the hair tie off your wrist and whipped around to your back, gingerly pulling your hair into a low bun.

“James!” You giggled, trying to turn to look at him, but his metal arm reached around and tapped your plate. 

“Eat.” He ordered with a smirk as he finished off your hair. 

“You’re the most wonderful man I ever knew.”

“I should hope so,” He leaned against the couch. “Otherwise methinks I got some questions.”

You giggled through a mouthful of potatoes. “Oh, salt please.”

“Yup.” He pushed himself off the couch, speed-walking into the kitchen. When he returned, he carried your salt and his own plate, flopping down next to you, taking in the blankets warmth for himself. 

“Oh, c’mon, James.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re a personal radiator, why do you need the blanket?”

“Because I’m your husband and I wants blanket. Now gimme.” He practically growled, but there wasn’t a trace of gruffness in his tone. You snickered as he shoveled a forkful of steak into his mouth, still holding eye contact.

You shook your head, amazed that he hadn’t broken into laughs same as you. “Your steak is amazing, as always, bear. Thank you so much.”

“Anything for my girl.” He genuinely smiled, making your heart soar and speed up at the same time. To see him smile meant the world to you. After everything he’d gone through, he deserved to have a reason to smile. “Feeling better than the little cloud of rain that walked in here earlier?”

“Much better,” You finished off your plate, setting it on the coffee table in front of the couch. “I’m sorry I was so upset earlier..”

“Whatever is was, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.” He reassured, mimicking you and then wrapping his arm around you so you were only separated by the thick, fluffy blanket and his hoodies. “Do you want to tell me about it now that you’re all cleaned up and feeling better?”

With this atmosphere and his adorable way of being with you, how could you not?

“Okay,” You sighed, getting comfy -er. “Well, I don’t think you’ve met my boss, Mr. Carmichal.”

“I’ve heard you mention him once or twice, but I don’t think I’ve met him.”

“Alright, well, if you’ll pardon my language, but he’s the biggest suka I have ever met.”

Bucky snickered at your choice of words. “Go on.”

“So today he demands to see me on work hours, and secondly, he’s refusing to grant me that raise that’s been coming to me for the last three years.”

Bucky’s expression hardens, someone was neglecting you? He would be ‘meeting’ this Mr. Carmichal…

“Alright.” He said, urging you onward.

“And you’ll never believe what he wanted to see me about.”

“What?”

“Apparently, I am using too many coffee stirrers at work, so I am now being fined for each second stirrer. And apparently he knows all and sees all, so I owe the company—“ You raised your palm to see the scribble on your arm that didn’t completely come off in the shower. “—1456 dollars and 98 cents.”

If you weren’t so serious, you would have snickered at Bucky’s shocked expression.

"One thousand, four-hundred fifty-six dollars and ninety eight cents???” He repeated. “You could by a car for that much.”

“Well, probably a hot-wheel. But nothing bigger.” You sighed, rubbing the figure off your skin. 

Bucky was silent for a long moment as you rested your head on his shoulder, his hand fingering through your scalp, soothing you.

“Do you have your boss’s number?” He finally asked. 

“Yeah, of course.”

“Give it to me.”

“What? What are you going to do, James??” You sat up.

“I’m going to call this guy, and you’re going to quit your job.” He held out his metal hand. 

“Are you insane? I can’t quit just like that!” You objected.

“Why not?? You can work with Potts! I bet she and Stark wouldn’t mind having you! You’re one of the best hackers I know of!”

“Software programmer, James.”

“Baby, I watched you track down HYDRA using this—“ Hetouched your forehead. “—And a laptop. I think you can work for Stark. I’d really don’t like the idea of you working for a guy like this Carmichal for four days a week.”

You sighed through your nose, looking at your phone. “But what will I say? He’ll have me to a contract.”

“Does your piece of paper say you can leave whenever you want and they can fire you whenever they want, with good reason?”

“Sure, down at the bottom. I had to ask Pepper about it before I signed it.”

“Then you’re not forced to finish that contract.” He held out his hand again.

You looked at him and then at your phone. “I hope you know what you’re doing, bear.” You said as you handed him the phone.

His lips turned up in a smirk before he unlocked your phone and scrolled through your contacts.

“Here we go.” He hit the number and held the phone up to his ear. 

“He may be at home by now.” You reminded, noting the time.

“Do I look like I give a darn about this suka?”

You held back your chuckle as the other end picked up.

“What do you want, Barnes??” Carmichal snapped. “It’s 9 o’ clock at night!”

“I have a working clock,” Bucky shot back, maintaining his eye contact with you. “This is (y/n)’s other half. I’m looking for a Mr. Carmichal.”

“Oh, I wasn’t aware Barnes was married.”

“Where do you think she got her last name?”

You held back your giggle by burying yourself into the blanket. 

“Look, you,” Carmichal snapped. “What do you want!? Its late!”

“Well, aware, mister.” Bucky continued without missing a beat. “Its what happens when the sun goes down. Anyway, my wife has been coming home after work with the worst case of an inferiority complex I have ever seen. It seems to me, someone has been treating her like a piece of garbage.”

“She doesn’t work like she’s getting paid for!”

“Oh? I thought she had a raise coming too.”

“Get to your point, man! I’m about to hang up.”

“I called you, mister. Lets not get sidetracked. As I was saying, no one treats my wife like that. Understand?”

“She’s a lousy worker!”

“She tracked down HYDRA and now works for the Stark Industries.”

Silence on the other end.

“She hasn’t informed the company—“

“Isn’t there an item on the contract she signed that explained in detail that she could terminate her employment with your company at any time?”

More silence and more giggles from the lump of blanket that you were. Bucky was working him like a champ.  Maybe you should give him all your scam calls…

“There is, but—“

“Then she terminates it.”

“And who the hell are you to quit your wife’s job???”

“Oh I dunno. An agent for SHIELD and part of Avengers, but nothing too important.”

Your hand reached from the blanket and flipped the bird, only to be smacked by Bucky.

“Wait- Barnes… NOT THE WINTER SOLDIER—!”

“`Bye.” Bucky hung up, dropping your phone on the couch. You let out a peal of laughter, throwing the blanket off you. 

“There, was that so hard?” He shrugged, also unable to hold back his own grin.

“You were beautiful, Bucky.” You squeezed through your giggles. “I’m gonna make you answer all my scam calls from now on.”

“Please no, I’d better not quit my day job.” He smiled as he pulled you onto his lap. 

You couldn’t stop smiling and snuggled close to him. “Love you, bear.”

“Love you too, sweetheart.” He brushed his metal hand against your cheek, his touch feather-soft. You were always fascinated with his arm, the way he could rip metal apart like paper, but he could also thread a needle like he’d done it before eighty times before. His fingers were cold against your smooth skin, a contrast to his other hand which was just as warm as yours. He’d always run hot.

But his flesh hand trembled under your arm, tickling you. You giggled, squirming away.

“Bucky—“

“Who me?” He smirked devilishly. “I didn’t do anything.” He ticked again, making your squeal.

“James Barnes,” You tried to sound sincere, but there was little fight against his attack. “Stop it-“

“I’m not doing anything, doll.” He leaned closer, reaching to your legs where your most ticklish places were. You squirmed and squealed, feeling rather trapped as he continued to tickle you.

"James!” 

“Who??”

“James Bucky Barnes!” Your legs railed inside the blanket as you kicked to get away. And when he finally let go, you bolted like a doe to the bedroom, his loud footsteps following close behind.

You let out an excited squeal as you hurdled a pillow at him which of course did nothing but it made him grin as he chased you. His eyes bright as he nearly caught you but you rolled over the bed, landing with a flop on the carpeted floor with a grunt. 

He jumped around to pin you to the floor, but you were ready.

When he leaned over you, you grabbed his right underarm and relentlessly tickled, laughing in triumph as he let out a laugh as well, his face turned up in a grin. 

“WHO’S GOT WHO NOW, HUH SOLDIER??” You heckled, still tickling down his torso. He would have collapsed on top of you if you hadn’t of wriggled out of the way and planted yourself on his knees.

“I fight back, Bucky.” You warned, your fingers curled as you held your hands above him. His eyes sparkled with his amusement, his metal arm laid to the side so he wouldn’t hurt you by squeezing too hard. 

“Terrifying little thing,” He smirked, shaking his head and sitting up on his elbow. “I’m so scared.”

“As you should be,” You slid off and eased yourself closer, giving him a slow kiss.

He moaned when you pressed your lips to his, he practically melted onto the carpet. You could feel his trembling under you, making your heart miss a beat.

When you broke apart, he gasped for breath, completely flushed. 

“Holy smokes,” He whispered, still breathless. 

“I’ve kissed you before, baby.” Your brows knitted together. “What’s so differ-“

But you couldn’t finished as his metal hand slithered to your neck, pulling you gingerly toward him. He met your lips with his, his warm breath making your cheeks red along with the blush that filled your face. You had only been married a year and he STILL did this to you. But you weren’t complaining. 

“Love you, angel.” He whispered, his lips brushing your cheek as he took in your scent. You knew he could feel your heart rate speed up through the layers of fabric that separated you. It wasn’t as if they were about to come off either, cuddling was all you needed.

“I love you too, James.” You smiled, your eyes meeting his. You could never really read his eyes, but you knew he was so, so down to the ground over you. Literally and figuratively.

You pecked a kiss on his lips again, making the appropriate ‘mmmwa’ noise to follow it. 

“You taste like steak.”

“Ya think?” You raised an eyebrow in mock surprise. “Huh, wonder why, you smart man.”

Bucky rolled his eyes as he nudged you off so he could sit up. “So are you fine with working for Stark?”

“Personally I wanna work with you and the Avengers.” You titled your head, your mane of hair was now loose from the bun Bucky had styled it into, so it tumbled over your shoulders. You recalled when Bucky had long hair. But he rarely let anyone touch it.

“We’d distract each other.” He scrunched his brows together.

“But your a pretty distraction!” You countered, trying to look innocent.

Bucky chuckled and flopped back on the floor. “I’ll talk to Steve when he gets back.”

“Oh-!” You bolted from the floor to the living room and snatched your phone off the floor from where you had kicked the blanket. You heard Bucky’s firm footfalls as he followed you. 

“C’mer-“ You waved him over trying to find the picture Natasha sent. “Look!” You held up your phone.

“Ooh, thats a good picture.” Bucky nodded. “Clint still owes me ten dollars.”

“What- why?”

“Him and I made a bet that it’d be a lot more dates before that punk would marry Nat.”

“Ha!” You snickered, setting your phone down. “He’s just old fashioned, James.”

“I’m older than Steve!”

“I know, but do I look like I care?” You touched your bottom lip and tugged on it, making doe-eyes at Bucky. 

He sucked his teeth and rolled his eyes. “Do that again and I just might climb all over you.”

You squealed and fell on the couch again, absolutely elated. He smiled and eased next to you, his eyelids dropping sleepily. You took a breath and tunneled your fingers through his hair, giving small scritches. He seemed to melt under your touch, his small moan making your heart twinge. He adored the little moments of affection you could spare him, anything. A hug in the middle of the night, head-scratches, the rubs you gave him after his intense workouts you so cheeringly encouraged him with. Everything. He relished it. He couldn’t live without you.

“I love you, Bucky.” You soothed. 

“Love you too, doll.” He rumbled, his metal arm resting over you while his other one roamed behind your back and rested on your hip, taking in your warmth. You intertwined your fingers with his metal ones as a hum escaped your lips as you nearly fought to stay awake. Whenever he cuddled with you was enough to send butterflies into a hurricane, but tonight was softer. After a crappy day, you merely wanted affection and fluff. 

And no one could give better affection than one mister Bucky Barnes. 

“We should really put the Christmas stuff up soon.” You mumbled as your hand burrowed under his shirt so your warmth could sooth where his metal arm met the flesh. 

“Tomorrow, sugar.” He replied, sounding just as sleepy as you. 

“Tomorrow.” You nodded.

It wasn’t long before you were both sound asleep.

The scent of toast woke you from your light sleep as you crawled out from your cocoon of the blanket and blinked. You had no idea what the time could be but based on the scent and the cold light coming in through the closed blinds of your bedroom, you guessed it was early morning. You yawned as you slid out of the bed. You remembered falling asleep on the couch so you assumed Bucky had placed you and the blanket back in your own bed. When he did, you couldn’t have guessed. True, he had habits of waking up and taking a short walk around your house just to calm down from a nightmare, and neither of you could really time them in order to make them less worse. But he never complained. That was another thing you loved about it.

You shivered slightly and looked at the time before you pulled a discarded hoodie off the foot of the bed and tugged it over yourself. 6:47. Not bad. That gave you enough time to shower— 

wait, no,

Bucky had quit your job meaning you were going to the Avenger’s compound today to ask Pepper about a job. 

“Right,” You mumbled sleepily as you pulled your socks on and ambled toward the kitchen where Bucky was looking at his computer as a mug of coffee cooled down next to him. You carefully stepped over the squeaky spot on the floor and began to pull the French press out of the cabinet. But cold fingers quickly slipped under your hoodie and pierced your skin as you let out a surprised scream.

“JAMES!”

He laughed behind you before he drew his metal arm away and hugged you from behind. “Good morning, angel.”

“You are naughty, James.” You tried to sound stern but not with him.

“Hmm, do tell.” He nodded as he buried his face in your hair. 

You smiled and shook you head as you heated up the water for your coffee. “How progress on your thesis?”

“Slow and excruciating.” He grumbled as he let you go, (with evident objection) so you could finish your process. “They want something done exactly how everyone else does it and I don’t understand why it has to be done just that one way. I can think of two other easier way to get it done in twice as less time.”

“Poor Bucky.” You stuck out your lower lip. “But I know, its hard to have to conform to their standards. But thats how society judges people. So what if so-and-so has a doctorate? That just means they went to school longer and can regurgitate the right information onto a piece of paper. Big whoop.”

Bucky just watched you and smiled as you went on your rant while you poured the steaming water into the French press. He loved it when you went on a tangent. It was cute in a way to see you get worked up over something.

“What?” You asked as you pushed the small plunger down. 

“You.” He smirked. “You’re cute when you’re pissed.”

“James,” You sighed and smiled at same time, resting your free hand on the counter, but you were quick to facepalm to hide your blush. “Why are you so adorable right now?” 

“I was about to ask you the very same question.”

You shook your head again. “Will you get me the cream and sugar please?” You pointed to the place where the items were kept as Bucky reached around the set them in front of you. “Danka.” You said before adding just the right amount to your morning coffee. Clint’s wife, Laura, had taught you a perfect combination of sweetness and the bitter flavor of the coffee beans for a soothing and yet invigorating drink. That reminded you to get a girl’s night together after Nat got back from Paris.

“Any suggestions how to approach Tony about a job?” You slowly took a sip of coffee.

“Uh, nope.” Bucky deadpanned. “He’s not hard to approach, baby.”

“Guess I’m too used to Carmichal.”

“Our friendly neighborhood suka.”

“Oh yes.” You snickered. “We need to get Tony to get him a nickname.”

“Nah,” He shook his head as he finished off his own coffee and shut his laptop. “I’ll drive you to the compound.”

“Thanks, Bucky.” You smile and go off to shower and change for the day.

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I like to think of buck of a pleasure dom bottom. Like how he always makes bucky cum so many times that he's pleading for something he dosent even know. Like pleading for more but wanting it to stop at the same time (if that makes sense lol) and don't get me started on when Gales on top riding him so hard. Every roll of the hips is so sensitive to John's spent tip. But buck can't help it he lives how John's spill feels inside him🫶🏾

(I'm actually foaming👹)

YESYESYES 1000% one of my biggest headcanons about gale. i see him and john as switches/verses, but i feel like gale dom!bottoming is a common occurrence because gale likes to have control and it does john's head in. (very big service!top vibes from both of them too tbh.)

john looks up at him in absolute reverence when gale rides him, keeping his hands on his hips but not moving him, knowing he'll be reprimanded if he does.

eyes glued to gale's neck when he tilts his head back with a moan, drinking in the way the lamplight catches on his adam's apple, aching to cover his throat in pretty marks but settling for digging his fingers into his hips, hoping they bruise in the morning.

john gets close and lifts a hand to jerk gale off so they can get off at the same time, but gale bats his hands away, lifting his head back up to look down at him, eyebrows pinched as he angles his hips just right, murmuring to "keep your hands to yourself," and john does, sliding them underneath the pillow on either side of his head.

all he can do is watch as gale works his hips above him, leaning back to brace himself on john's thighs, all calculated rolls of hips and gentle rocking until john's orgasm rolls over him slow, working through him until his thighs are trembling and he's rumbling out moans and digging his fingers into the pillow and his hips are stuttering up into gale and gale's making the sweetest breathy noises.

and gale continues grinding down, dragging it out, smile tugging at his lips when john's breathing gets more laboured as he pushes him into overstimulation, feeling his thighs twitching beneath him, watching his biceps tense on either side of his head.

just coos in faux–sympathy when john whines out his name and tells gale it's too much, leans forward to brace his hands on john's chest instead, sliding them up until his thumbs rest in the dip below his throat, leans down to kiss him soft and sweet and says "i think you can give me one more, hm?"

ends up coaxing john into fucking up into him because john can never say no to giving gale what he wants, especially when he gets to dig his hands into gale's hips and watch his mouth fall open around whimpers and praises, even as his own eyes sting from tears of oversensitivity, gritting his teeth as he thrusts up into him, flooded with relief when gale's hand finally reaches for his cock and he spills over john's chest with a moan.

probably sends john right over the edge too despite every sensation feeling like too much, can't help it with the way gale tenses around him, bucks his hips up with a rasped out groan and pulls gale down hard at the same time, filling him up until they're both shaking against each other chest to chest, all sloppy kisses and breathless laughter and loving words.

[warriorofthought]

Terrible Watcher

Summary: You have a stalker who isn't afraid to get close to you. Bucky is your safe place.

Word Count: 3136

Warning: Mention of creepy situations

Bucky x Reader

The first few times you get flowers at work, you don't think much of it. But when you come home from work one night and see a big fat bouquet of flowers standing outside your door, you start to feel a little uncomfortable.

You unlock your apartment door and take the bouquet inside. Then you look at the bouquet and see that a small envelope has been attached to it. You take it in your hand and look at it closely. There is only your name on it, nothing else. No sender. No stamp from a company that could have sent the flowers.

Then you open it. Shocked, you realize that there are four pictures of you at work inside and a little note saying:

"You're so pretty, don't you know how dangerous that is?"

Immediately, the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and a lump forms in your throat that you barely manage to swallow away. 

You then quickly put the pictures and the note back in the envelope. You grab the bouquet and the note and stuff them deep into your trash can, deciding to empty it tomorrow morning, out into the big garbage can.

Then you go to sleep with a bad feeling.

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The next morning you are awakened by your doorbell. When you run to it and look through the peephole, you see no one. 

Just as you are about to go back to bed, the doorbell rings again. So you press on your speakerphone.

"Hello?"

"........"

But you get no answer. So you shrug your shoulders and turn away from the door. 

Then the doorbell rings again. 

This time you carefully turn the key in the lock and quietly open the door. You don't see anyone, but when you look on the floor, there is a box of chocolates with an envelope. Quickly you take it and go inside. You lock your front door again.

Then you sit down with both on the sofa, you open the box of chocolates and see that it is from a rather expensive brand. Then you open the envelope.

A picture of you in your bed appears. 

You take a closer look.

"Shit" your heart slips into your pants and then starts beating furiously as the realization shoots into your mind. 

"This must be from tonight, it's the new pajamas I just bought a few days ago and never wore until tonight."

You turn the picture over and see that there is a small note stuck to it with the message "So careless sleeping".

A glance at the clock shows that you are late for work. Quickly you change your clothes.

Then you pack the chocolates and the new envelope and throw it in the trash. Then you take the trash bag outside and throw it away before you leave for work. 

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While you are at work you get a message from Bucky.

"Hey Love, are you coming over for dinner tonight?"

"Hey Bucky, sure I'd love to, looking forward to it."

"See you later then, Love."

"See you tonight, Bucky"

Even though Bucky and you aren't together, you love that he calls you different cute pet names. Especially when he calls you 'Love', your heart does a little skip. He once told you that you are the only person he likes to give pet names and asked you if it bothered you, which of course you denied. It seems to make him happy when he gets to call you by nicknames.

Happily, the incident of this morning and last night fades into oblivion and you get on with your work.

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In the evening, you pack up your things and head for your car. On the way to the underground parking garage, you wish a few of your coworkers a good evening.

When the elevator comes to a stop, you get out. Your way to the car is lighted, which is exactly why you always pack there, not too far from the elevator and stairwell, but not too close either. 

You walk cozily to the car, fishing your key out of your pocket as you go.

"Ah, there it is" satisfied you click on the car remote controls and your car gives a signal. Then you go to the trunk and put your work bag in it. Then you close the trunk again.

When you go around the car, suddenly someone is standing there. Startled, you gasp. The person just looks at you. 

"Um, hello," you get no response. 

You keep walking to the driver's door, keeping your eyes on him. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, which doesn't help your anxiety.

Then as you reach the driver's door and pull it open. The person jerks into motion and comes toward you. You quickly jump into the car and lock the door. With shaky hands, you anxiously try to start your car. Which works after a few tries. At that very moment, the person has managed to get to the driver's side and knocks against your window with a creepy smile. Quickly you step on the gas and drive away from there, to Bucky. 

Arrived at his house. You sit in the car again for a few minutes to calm down.

"None of this means anything, y/n". 

"Your brain is just playing you something scary".

you try to reassure yourself.

You exhale deeply and let your head rest against your arms on the steering wheel.

The next moment there is a knock on your car window. 

Startled, your head jumps up and you see that Bucky is looking at you from outside, somewhat worried. His hand is still raised and he is about to knock again when your eyes meet.

Slowly a bit restless you open your door.

"Y/n, won't you come up, you've been sitting there for almost half an hour now, I saw you arrive from upstairs."

"Oh, uhh, sure" Nodding to him, you pull your car keys out of the lock. Then you want to get out. But it doesn't work, and frowning, you see that you're still strapped into the seat.

Your eyes snap again briefly to Bucky, who holds your door and watches you intently. Before you unbuckle yourself with a shaky movement.

Then you get out and smile at Bucky. 

"Let's go upstairs, Bucky".

"Hmm," his head nods at you in confirmation. As he does, you see his brow furrow briefly as he thinks about something.

He closes your car door behind you and you lock the car afterwards.

Together you go upstairs. He walks in front of you up the stairs and you briefly let your eyes wander over his handsome figure as you follow him.

Once inside, the smell of bolognese sauce hits you.

"I made spaghetti Bolognese, you like it so much, thought can't hurt to give you a little treat." 

"Thanks, Bucky, it smells good."

He gets two more glasses from the kitchen and joins you at the table. Afterwards, he pours you some water.

Then you start to eat.

You are not really hungry, you have a few forks, but otherwise you just poke around in the food.  You don't even notice that Bucky is already finished and puts his plate away.

"Y/n, did I cook that bad?" His voice sounds unexpectedly next to you.

"What, uh, no... you cooked well, but I'm not hungry."

"That's okay, how about you sit in the living room and pick a movie we can watch, maybe one of those Disney movies I haven't seen yet."

"Okay," you head into the living room and pick out the movie Cap and Capper.

Then you sit down on the sofa and pull your legs close to you. When Bucky arrives he sits down next to you and pulls himself against you. Immediately his warmth goes over to you, you lean a little more against him and your muscles start to relax a little.

"You tell me what's on your mind, I can literally hear your thoughts racing, Love."

"Nothing, I'm fine "

"Oh, come on, we both know that that was a lie, Love. So the truth, you know I don't bite unless you want me to" as you look up into his face you see him wink briefly at you.

You let out an exhausted sigh.

"I.... Hmm, I think I'm being followed or watched." 

"By who?"

"I don't know, I don't know Bucky" you look up at him and see how seriously he takes what you said.

"What makes you think you are being followed or watched?"

"For the last couple of weeks I've been getting bouquets with weird messages that really freak me out. And last night, I got another one, but this time the bouquet came to my house, so it was outside my door. "

Not being able to sit still any longer you get up and walk back and forth telling him more.

"I mean, all this time I thought maybe it was someone from work or a customer. But like that. That was really weird. But you know what the worst part was. This time there was not only a message inside, but also photos of me from last week. It was so creepy and gross, I threw both right in the trash and went to sleep, but this morning I was woken up by the doorbell and there was no one but a box of chocolates at my door. This one also had an envelope with another photo from tonight. Do you know what this means, Bucky," you say, swinging your arms wildly.

"This guy was in my apartment when I was asleep and it was probably also the person who gave me that creepy look when I was walking to the car earlier."

"That explains why you were so upset earlier, Love "

Bucky grabs your arms and pulls you onto his lap, then his arms embrace your body and your head is pressed against his chest.

"How about you stay here tonight, then I can take care of you and tomorrow we'll worry about making a report to the police."

"You believe me," with big incredible eyes you look at him.

"Of course, Love"

"The trash pickup hasn't come yet, maybe we can still take the envelopes and the bouquet of flowers and the chocolates to the police station and that way they can find him faster."

Then he gets up with you in his arms and goes into the bedroom. He puts you down on the bed. Then he searches through his closet and gives you a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. 

"Here, change and I'll go to the bathroom and brush my teeth. When you're done, come into the bathroom and you can brush your teeth too, with a new toothbrush, okay?"

"Okay."

Then Bucky's figure disappears into the bathroom.

You quickly change and then go into the bathroom to see that Bucky has just finished. He points to the packed toothbrush and then walks past you into the room. 

You brush your teeth and as you see your reflection in the mirror, you realize how much this whole thing has taken a toll on you in the first place. Messed up hair, dilated tired eyes. 

When you're done, you go back to Bucky and see that he has changed as well.

"Love, come here" as he lifts the covers for you.

"Is it actually okay for you, love, that we sleep here together?" 

"Yes, it's safer, isn't it?"

"It is, Love. I'll protect you."

You lie down in bed with him. Your head rests on his chest and you can hear his steady heartbeat. 

You notice how your heartbeat adjusts to his. Then his fingers stroke through your hair and soon you fall asleep.

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You wake up the next morning to the sound of dishes clattering loudly from the kitchen. 

You get up and walk over to the kitchen.

Bucky is at the stove and from the looks of it, he's cooking pancakes.

"Y/n, you're awake. That's good sit down, I'm almost done."

You sit down at the counter as told and a few minutes later you have a plate with some Pancakes in front of you.

"You eat up this time, Love."

You nod and take a first bite. The Pancake is perfect. You happily eat the Pancakes and Bucky watches you happily and eats his Pancakes.

Then you get ready, together you head over to your apartment.

Once there, Bucky goes straight to the garbage cans and looks for the stuff. You follow him and show him where you threw them in. Indeed, they are still there. 

Bucky takes them out and puts them in a bag. Then you go up to your apartment. You look for your key in your pocket and find it just before you come to a stop at your door. 

You're about to unlock the door when you notice it's slightly apart.

"Bucky?" you say tensely, swallowing once noisily.

"Yes."

"I locked the door yesterday, but now it's a little bit open."

Bucky reaches for your arms and strokes them reassuringly.

"I'll go in and check, you stay here."

"But what if someone is there?"

"Love, have you forgotten I'm a Soldier?"

"Of course not."

"Hey, look at me, nothing is going to happen in there, okay!"

"Okay!" You watch as Bucky's figure disappears into your apartment.

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Bucky has been missing in your apartment for quite a long time, in your opinion. Just as you're about to check, you see a shadow pass by out of the corner of your eye. Quickly you turn there. But you don't see anything. 

So you want to turn back to the apartment, when suddenly you feel an arm around your waist, dragging you backwards into a very small room. You tried to scream, fear coursing through your veins, but a hand was placed over your mouth before you had the chance. 

So you kick around, but the person holding you press you against the wall.

"Is he your lover? Don't you know you belong to me? Hmm?"

Tears form in your eyes.

"Shhh, don't shout."

 "You don't want to be in trouble, do you?" His mouth is right next to your ear and he breathes into your ear. 

Then all of a sudden he presses himself even closer to you and you hear him sniffing you. Your body, on the other hand, starts to shake with fear. You don't manage to free yourself, he is stronger than you.

"You smell good, better than I imagined" he breathes into your ear. 

The hairs on the back of your neck stand up in disgust. How disgusting.

Then all of a sudden he is pulled away from you. Quickly you turn around and want to take a few steps to the side, when your legs give way, you slide along the wall to the floor. Now you can no longer hold your tears and let them run. 

Through your blurred vision you can see Bucky hitting the man as the man pulls out a knife but Bucky is prepared and immediately disarms the man. 

You let out a whimper. Which draws Bucky's attention to you. He immediately lets go of the man, who falls to the ground unconscious. 

Bucky approaches you, fearfully you press yourself further against the wall. Seeing this, he raises his hands reassuringly.

"It's okay, Love. It's Bucky." He kneels down to your eye level and suddenly with a jerk, Bucky gently pulls you into his arms. Immediately his lovely leather covered scent hits your nose and you press yourself even closer to him. 

Bucky gently lifts you up and out of the room past the man. Before he locks the room where the man lies inside. Then he calls the Police. 

Meanwhile, he takes care of you and tries to calm you down. After a while you stop crying, but your grip on Bucky doesn't loosen a bit.

When the Police arrive, Bucky explains what happened and shows him the man lying in the room. Then he shows them your apartment, which has been completely destroyed by the man. The Policeman also take the bag with the envelope and they secure it. The police take your and Bucky's personal data and ask if you want to file a complaint. You nod and the Police officer's take down the complaint.

Then one of the Police officer's addresses you.

"You shouldn't stay in the apartment today, your apartment is now a crime scene." "Do you have someone to stay with for a few days?"

"Yes, She's staying with me," Bucky answers for you. The Policeman looks at you once and you nod.

Together you and Bucky go to your Car, he takes the Car keys from you and leads you over to the passenger side. Then he pushes you into the seat and buckles you in. Before he quickly runs over and then drives to his apartment. 

Once at his place, Bucky makes sure you take a quick shower and then orders food for both of you.

When you are done with your shower and come into the living room in Bucky's clothes, he is already waiting for you with the film from yesterday. 

You sit down with him and together you watch the movie. When the doorbell rings, you flinch.

Concerned, Bucky looks over at you.

"It's just the food delivery guy, I'll be right back." you nod and Bucky pays for the food and comes back. He presses your favorite food into your hand and you have to smile.

"Thanks, Bucky"

"Anytime, Love"

_______________________________________

A week later you have confirmation from the police that the guy who attacked you at your apartment was also the one who sent you the bouquets to work. This was captured by surveillance cameras and also in the store where he bought the bouquets. The man was charged and ended up in jail. 

You, on the other hand, quit your apartment because you no longer felt safe there and moved in with Bucky after much convincing. He has enough space because he has a guest room and has arranged it with you, but most of the time you sleep with Bucky in bed and if you do not sleep with him but in your own. You wake up in the morning with him in your bed. You feel comfortable again and you are no longer afraid that you are being watched. Bucky also helped you a lot.

In the end, Bucky has become your safe place where you can relax and not be afraid anymore, and you firmly believe that it will stay that way. Because Bucky would do anything to make you feel safe.

[autumnrory]

idk why people think bucky couldn't be gentle and tender with steve if he gets injured in a fight just bc he chews him out over some of the things he does in catfa?? bc like he can literally do either depending on the circumstances not only that but he could be both at the same time like he could be patching steve up while literally telling him he's a dumbass like it does not have to be one or the other

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[wings-dings-and-iggyfings]

Hey all, the second episode in season 2 is coming out tonight! They said that if you missed last week's episode to get on at 7:30pm ET to see it! Episode 2 comes on at 8pm ET and will only be available for 24 hours after the livestream!

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

S, as a fellow fall out boy enjoyer, i gotta admit I started tearing up at work today bc "sunshine riptide" came on my playlist and i started thinking about stucky and got sad

Idk why i just thought you might relate

Eyyy, good to know, lol 🤙🏻 because you are not the only one! Stucky and Fall Out Boy hit a spot in me that is pure weakness.

I don't even have my own attention You say, "Please don't ever change," but you Don't like me the way I am, the sign says "Don't you tap the glass," but I read it in reverse: "eht pat uoy t'nod syas ngis ehT" The world tried to burn all the mercy out of me, but you know I wouldn't let it, it tried to teach me the hard way, I can't forget it Driving down the coast again The pills are kicking in, the pills are kicking in She said, "I love you 'til I don't" I am just playing house, no idea what I'm doing now There are no atheists in foxholes The pressure's getting to me, it's time to throw in the towel 'Cause I'm stuck in the sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide You came back like a wave when I was feeling alright, the sunshine Call me Oluwaburna, I fell in love, but I didn't fall down Them say me nah normal, drink Hennessy, me nah drink water Make me stumble pon me Air Jordan Ain't no slowing down, know I keep it rolling now Smoking in my fuckin' brain, passing through my fuckin' mind Feel like I'm bulletproof, bulletproof, baby With the sun shining through, got the blunt and the juice, cruise Ridin' through the The sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide You came back like a wave when I was feeling alright Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun, sun (I-I'm stuck in...) Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun You are my truest feeling yet I love you so much, it's just like oxygen And it's going to my head A public meltdown, petulant, but irreverent Take all your possibilities then take away the limits Take your ideas and throw away all the gimmicks I do the best with what I have The pills are kicking in, the pills are kicking in 'Cause I'm stuck in the sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide (The sunshine) You came back like a wave when I was feeling al- (-right) I'm stuck in the sunshine riptide Dancing all alone in the morning light The sunshine riptide (The sunshine) You came back like a wave when I was feeling al- (-right) Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun, sun (I-I'm stuck in...) Sun, sun, sun Sun, sun (I-I'm stuck in...)

I mean... come on. Yeah. Just, YEAH.

Don't like me the way I am, the sign says "Don't you tap the glass," but I read it in reverse: "eht pat uoy t'nod syas ngis ehT"

That part is just Bucky. Being imprisoned like a zoo animal in a cage behind a glass barrier, reading the sigh from the inside out so it seems to be reversed and everything is backward and confusing and you don't understand.

The world tried to burn all the mercy out of me, but you know I wouldn't let it, it tried to teach me the hard way, I can't forget it

That part screams Steve to me. It is definitely Bucky, too. But Steve. Being bullied growing up, continually knocked down, but always standing up. He always sees the good in people, no matter what. (Bucky, too, he's been tortured and beaten and made into a machine, but he's a hero. He doesn't want to hurt people.)

You are my truest feeling yet, I love you so much, it's just like oxygen And it's going to my head

S-T-U-C-K-Y

Sunshine riptide

The overarching sun and ocean theme, of course! I can see either of them, Bucky or Steve, as either in the titular pairing, depending on how you look at it. Come with me:

You would obviously expect Steve to be the sunshine with his blonde hair and golden persona as Captain America, God's righteous man, with Bucky following as the riptide. Bucky's churning blue-grey eyes like ocean depths, his body and morals pulled on by HYDRA like the moon tugs the seas, unrelenting, so deeply ingrained it feels inevitable at times. But... Steve's resolve can be like white water surf, unexpectedly strong, a current that comes back again and again no matter how many times it bashes against hard rock at the shore, waiting forever for the seemingly unchangeable to change and doing just that. Bucky can be like the sun with his tanned skin, the way the summer light warms his hair to more of a honey brown than dark chocolate. His smiles when he's happy. His charm, and how welcoming and easy people can find him.

It comes down to the age-old debate I suppose, lol, which, between Steve and Bucky, is the grumpy one and which one is the sunshiny one? Depends on the era and flavor of stucky, I suppose.

There's so much more I could pick out of this song, but that's where I'll stop for now before I completely talk your ear off, haha.

P.S. Sunshine Riptide isn't the only Mania song that guts me by reminding me of stucky, Bishops Knife Trick also makes me lose it.

(Me and @into-a-ship-or-2)

[zimwy]

bucky's standard for most things and most people and most decisions is steve. would steve do this? would steve be okay with this? would steve admonish him for this? (the answer to that is frequently yes, which also tells bucky it is generally the correct thing to do.) he has thoughts like this that are so intertwined in his standard life and consciousness that--aside from actually canonically having his own Brain Steve he addresses as his moral compass--i think it concentrates in really mundane and obvious and simple ways that should've told bucky, and everyone around him, he clearly had a massive crush on steve since the start. he always just assumed it was about the heroism, the idealism; all he can strive to be is someone steve is contented with.

but it plagues him in ways like, 'is this person as gentle with me as steve would be? does this person love me as much as steve would?'

steve is his measure for ideal masculine attraction / handsomeness / etc as well (steve and sam both really).