#Bucky bear

[aikaterini-drag]

Smiles and Smooches

Summary: You get drunk and demand kisses and hugs from your boyfriend. He is more than happy to please you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader (no mention of y/n)

Warnings: no smut, takes place during tfatws, boyfriend Bucky, emotional security, fluff, kisses.

The night carried a pleasant breeze, the stars twinkling. You and Bucky sat close together under the dimmed light of a cozy booth at your favorite bar. The hum of laughter and clinking glasses surrounded you. And tonight, you were a little tipsier than usual. You had consumed two of your favorite cocktails— despite your boyfriend’s advice to take it slow. Bucky, unlike you, couldn't get drunk no matter how hard he tried, thanks to his super soldier genes. He had finished the last sips of your drink, attempting to prevent you from feeling sick later on.

Thankfully, you were feeling fine. Only slightly drunk and blissfully happy inside.

With flushed cheeks and a captivating smile, you shifted on your chair and leaned toward him.

"You know, babe," you slurred slightly, "you're like... seriously the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Bucky couldn't help but half-laugh. “I told you, you shouldn’t have ordered that second drink, sweets. You’re drunk.”

“I’m fine.” You hiccuped and hugged his arm. “It’s not my fault you’re superman.”

“Super-soldier,” he corrected with another half laugh.

“Tsk… is the same. You’re my strong, virile man. And I love you!”

He grinned and gently brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me.”

You beamed at him, your fingers tracing patterns on his bionic hand. "No, I love you more! Seriously, you're, like, super super cute. I mean, like, cuter than, like, a basket of puppies."

He chuckled at your comparison. “What an adorable declaration of love.”

“You’re adorable.” Your breath ghosted over his lips. “My adorable James. My Bucky.”

He smiled and kissed across your forehead. “Well, that’s debatable. I have the most adorable girl in the world right here with me."

Your cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of pink. "Can I have a hug? Please? You give the best hugs."

Who was he to deny you? He eagerly wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close. You melted into his embrace, your head resting on his chest, your fingers playing with the fabric of his shirt. You popped a button and he chuckled and gripped your hands gently.

“No funny business, sweets.”

You pouted. “Want to kiss you. Everywhere.”

He kneaded your hair. “We’re in a bar full of people.”

“Then let’s go home,” you said as your mouth trailed a path of warmth along his unshaven jawline.

“I’m not letting you drink ever again. You get turned into a little kiss monster.”

You giggled. “Your kiss monster.”

“Mine. Always.” He hummed, his voice a warm murmur.

“Take me home, sarge.”

“Home it is, my sweet.”

After taking care of the bill, he held you up, his arms wounding around you to steady you. You still felt a little tipsy but you were also so happy and warm, holding him close, inhaling his fresh masculine scent. Holding you protectively against him, he led the way to the apartment you shared.

As they walked, he glanced at you. “Why did you drink so much, sweets? You dislike it.”

You sighed and clutched his arm. “I’m just sad you’re going on another mission. I don’t want you to be hurt. I meant to have one drink but… I lost control a bit, I guess.”

Bucky stopped and cupped your flushed face. “Hey, don’t worry. I’ll be fine. You know I’ve got this.”

“So what if you’re good at it? Does that mean you have to risk your life without concerns?” Tears welled up in your eyes. “What if something happens to you?”

Exhaling, he drew you into a tight embrace. “I’ll be careful, I promise. You know I’ll always come back to you.”

You nestled into his arms, suppressing a sob. “I just hate seeing you go into danger again.”

“I know, sweetheart. But it’s what I do. And I do it to protect people like you, people I care about,” he said, pressing gentle kisses on your moist cheeks. “Don’t cry. I’ll be counting the minutes until I can come back to you.”

“Promise?” You gazed up at him, searching his ocean eyes for reassurance.

“I promise.”

“My Bucky,” you said, caressing his face. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

He held you tighter, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Love you too, more than words can express, sweets.”

With his arms wrapped around you, you stayed there for a while, holding each other, kissing lazily. His lips brushed against yours repeatedly, his tongue coaxing your mouth apart and slipping inside. He consumed you, with his touches and his warmth, until there was nothing left but his warm gentle touches and the assurance that everything would be alright.

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[buckyscap]

had a shitty day today so let's enjoy this pic of steeb and bucky bear (whom he willingly started a war with the x-babies for) and have a good night <3

[spookytrashturtle]

can we stop for one minute and talk how cute it is?

[allofthebeanz]

Till the end of the line

Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

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[burninblood]

Nat cuddling with her Bucky Bear <3 <3

[sunnysideprincess]

Fairy fem!Sam and fem!Tony holding onto their Bear-Beaus

[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

Was suddenly overcome with the desire for my own bucky bear, so here's what I spent my weekend making

The patterns took ages to make, but I was determined

Not quite finished yet as you can probably tell.

!!!!!!!!!

[deandraws]

Bucky Bear stickers are available in the shop now! https://linktr.ee/deandrawsart

[onbearfeet]

Happy birthday, Bucky Bear! I made you scratch cinnamon rolls because you're too good for this world, too pure. Yes, you can have the rest of the pan, too; I only cut one out to take a picture. And no, I don't mind if you ignore the fork and eat with your bear hands.

[cinnamoncascadian]

Chapter one of @nalonzooo’s interpretation of @rohkeutta’s x-mas ornament fairy tale, apparantly based on a Finnish folk tale. It’s so endearing, I may break into tears of joy right here on the spot 😍. Trigger warning: cuteness overload

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[tj-crochets]

Winter Soldier Bear is done! With these two (and the ace bee) I’ve completed one of my auction fills for MTH 2022!!

[nightengaleneedles]

This puppy Captain American was commissioned to be friends with a Bucky Bear! How sweet!

[allofthebeanz]

Not without you

Part 1 of a three part series

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[sebsgirl71479]

I got my Bucky Bear in the mail today. He will get plenty of cuddles tonight

@frostironfudge @buckyalpine @endless-summer-soldier @christycurlswrites @altagraye @allandoflimbo @peaches1958

[imwall-e]

W&TWS || Love is in the air

Summary : He is a super-soldier of more than 100 year old, struggling to find a place in this new world. She is a young student of 23, struggling with life. But they know they can find comfort and help in each other.

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count : 1108

Warnings : a bit of angst and anxiety, also fluff and always Bucky being soft

Author's note : This is the last chapter of the first part (New Love). I hope you like this story! Bucky and Willow will be back soon !

Series Masterlist

April 23rd, 2021

On this Friday morning, the clouds were covering the sky and heavy rain was falling. The drops visible on the window and the sounds they made while landing on the roof helped to calm Willow. She was a bit sad, knowing that James had to leave during the day to go back to New-York for a couple weeks.

During the past few days, they enjoyed every minute they spent together. Willow taught him how to play video games, and James learnt very fast allowing them to play together. He could sense that she was tense as he started a new game on The Last of Us. 

“Are you okay, Sunflower ?” he asked her, using the nickname she loved so much.

“Yeah…”, she answered without conviction. Of course, Bucky didn’t trust her.

“I’m really excited to play this game, because I know it’s one of your favourites.” This put a small smile on Willow’s face, making Bucky happy. After some hesitation, she finally shared her feelings.

“It’s just that I don’t want you to leave. I know it may sound weird, but I was really looking forward to this vacation to spend some time with you.”

“I know… me too”, he admitted. “But while I’m gone, you’re going to study and go to your exam. You’ll see your friends. I’ll be back soon and we’ll have all summer. We could go somewhere, or just stay here and sleep all day long.”

He started to know how to make her laugh. He loved this sound, it was like music to him. Also, knowing she wanted him to stay with her, warmed his heart. He could swear he felt his cheeks turned red. All he wanted to do at the moment was his Sunflower. He didn’t dare, and instead just moved closer to her. Instinctively, Willow put her head on his shoulder, relaxed by the sound of the controller’s touch, and by his voice when he asked questions, to which she happily answered.

“At what time does your plane take off?” Willow asked after two hours. It was now almost 11 am.

“At 6 pm, so we can spend the day together. Stark is giving me one of his planes so I don’t have to travel with other people.”

“But, that means you’ll arrive during the night?”

“Yes, but it’s fine with me. I wanted to enjoy this day with you.” Again, it flattered Willow so much she didn’t know how to answer. Damn, he’ll miss that.

James noticed that she was fighting not to fall asleep. He guessed that her night wasn’t great. He turned off the PS3 and they went to her bedroom where she quickly fell asleep in his arms. Scamp soon joined them to settle on Bucky’s feet.

As James was softly passing his hands in Willow’s hair, he felt like was joining Morpheus’ arms too. Dreams filled his mind… His Sunflower was in a beautiful dress and he was wearing his army suits from the 40s. She was waiting for him, and a smile grew on her face when she noticed his presence. They danced under the stars. War was over and would never take him away. It would never separate them. No one and nothing could. He stopped dancing, surprising her. The green in her eyes looked like an emerald, and he knew. Taking her face in his hands, he brought his lips to hers. “James” she said…

“James ?” Her sweet voice woke him just before the kiss.

“Hmm ?” 

“Tony called three times. I answered, I hope you don’t mind. He said it was urgent.”

“Thank you, Sunflower”, he said, kissing her on the forehead.

He went on the terrace to call back, and to Willow it seemed to last an eternity. She was cooking something for them both, and from the window she could see him pass his hand on his face like he was annoyed. It was confirmed when Bucky hung up and sighed.

He looked sad when he came back inside. “I’m sorry”, he started, “Stark wants me to go back earlier. I just have time to eat and take my stuff. Then, a driver will pick me up. Do you want to accompany me to the airport ?”

“I’d love to”, she smiled even if she wasn’t really happy. She tried to console herself by thinking it was for his big project and that they’ll see each other very soon. They could still call and exchange messages.

“What is your first exam?” Bucky asked.

“I think it’ll be the US Civilisation. I really don’t want to go.”

“I know, but it’ll occupy yourself and you’ll be with your friends. And you know what, when I come back I can help you search what you want to do as new studies next year ?” Willow was touched by his attention and encouragement. He was very supportive, as were her friends who had confirmed that there was no point in continuing down a path that would lead nowhere and, moreover, make her unhappy.

The driver, an acquaintance of Tony Stark, arrived shortly after their lunch was over. He was named Alfred, and Willow couldn’t help but think of Batman’s butler, especially with his accent and appearance. He helped them put James’ luggage in the car’s trunk, and soon it was time to leave. James said goodbye to Scamp, petting him and promising they would go running when he returned.

On the way, James explained to Willow that Tony was flying him back to New York slightly early because he could get his business up and running sooner. His stepping stone would be Stark Industries. It would be a big responsibility, but he was happy that Tony was giving him a chance. He was afraid and excited at the same time. He promised Willow to give her news as often as possible. 

Outside, the rain subsided and gave way to a few timid rays of sunshine. Soon they arrived at the airport. A private jet bearing the name of Stark Industries was waiting for Bucky. The time to say goodbye had arrived.

“I will call you as soon as I arrive”, said Bucky, taking her in his arms.

At this moment, he remembered the dream he had had earlier in the day. This time, he would not be interrupted. He took the young woman’s face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly. Willow blushed and couldn't help but smile as she kissed him back, putting her arms around his neck.

“Goodbye, my Sunflower,” he whispered.

“Goodbye, Bucky Bear,” she answered.

The separation was difficult, but they both knew that their reunion would be all the better.

✪✪✪ Series Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 || Chapter 5

[awanderingmuse-fandom]

In The Heart of War (We Burn Together)

Fandom: Avengers

Series: These Temperamental Days (Part 5 of5)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, After-Math of Torture

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Zemo, Sam

Pairings: Stucky

Other Tags: Post CATWS, Post AoU, Recovery fic!, during Civil War, Angst, Fluff, Love Confessions, Getting Together

Summary: Bucky takes time to heal but his past catches up with him in more ways than one,

or

It’s always been Steve.

Captain America: Civil War with a Stucky twist.

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It’s the quiet part of the night. The time where the only people moving about the always awake city are various degrees of troublemakers and those poor unfortunates stuck on the late shift. Barnes supposes he’s in the troublemaker category. 

It’s not that he's planning on doing anything particularly troublesome. He never plans to cause trouble these days. It just comes to him, trouble always comes to him.

Stevie was always the one causing trouble, something deep in his soul complained. It’s a once well worn path left abandoned for a century.  He doesn’t know why he feels indignation at the thought, he just knows he does.