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[starbuckie]

🍾 i am here to request many things, pick however many as you please nena <33 i need grumpy tfatws bucky and grumpy nomad steve taking reader to a cafe and they get a sugar rush so now they have to figure out how to restrain them from running everywhere and bouncing off the walls

aSJKASHKH TIANA I LOVE THIS SO MUCH- this is by far the funniest request i've ever gotten and i'm so here to write for it. thank you so much for the request darling <3 <3 also i’m so sorry its so late u sent this in hours ago

"What the fuck did you give her, Steve?" The blonde had the decency to blush at Bucky's anger, trying to focus his eyes on their girl on the playground.

Yes, the playground. Yes, with the multitude of children with their parents. Y/N had lost all sense of responsibility on her date out with her boys, and with Bucky gone out to find a nearby bathroom, she fiddled her way into having Steve let her get whatever she wanted.

He was a dead man as soon as Bucky left and Y/N took advantage of every bit of his weakness.

"I thought sugar rush was a placebo?" Steve protested weakly, scratching his beard. The brunette ran his hands through his short, fluffy hair roughly, trying his hardest to not pull it out by the roots in frustration. Y/N was conversing with some of the kids, handing them cookies and dragging them to the climbing wall. By her normal self she was difficult to control, with her petulant, child-like behavior and stubborness (both in bed and out), but sugar-high Y/N was a different species. Completely and wholly, her energy after consuming four cups of coffee and the container of sugar (”Really, Steve? That’s not even healthy, how’d she trick you into that?”) radiated through the air like an electric shock, spreading her infectious laughter and buoyancy to everyone who met her. “And it’s not like she’s doing anything that bad, babe, it’s just some cookies she’d handing out to the kids. You see, she’s being kind, not nearly as bad as last time.”

“If you’re comparing this to the last time she got this much sugar in her, you’re setting the bar really fucking low, Stevie,” Bucky nearly growled. He watched and Y/N ran around some more, grimacing when she fell face first into the sand box. “You’ve gotta fix this now, Steve, she’s gonna piss off all the parents and neither of us know how to talk to other adults.”

With a exasperated sigh, he took in what he facing and waltzed over to his girlfriend who was brushing sand off her tongue. She didn’t notice that he was behind her until it was too late, her comical attempts at scrambling away from him completely useless.

“Okay, sweetness, time to go now, show’s all over, honey.” Steve slapped Y/N’s ass and without leaving room for her to protest, he lifted her whole body over his left shoulder, leaving her squealing in anger. Such a scary sight.

“No, I was having fun, Buck never lets me have fun.” She whined into his back. “And Stevie, your shoulder is impaling my fucking stomach. Damn you and your fucking workouts, I hate your muscles.” She continued to groan and moan about being dragged out of the park, waving goodbye every so often when a little kid called her name. She really did fit right in with them.

Bucky trailed behind his two dumbasses with a faint grin. Both of them were in for a big fucking ass-whooping when they got home, but he’d let them enjoy the fun for now.

“You love his muscles, babydoll, both of us do.” He caught up to them in a slow jog. Steve turned his head to meet Bucky’s eye, leaning in for a small peck on the lips. It would’ve turned into something more and they both wanted it to, but then there was Y/N, pounding on Steve’s back with one fist and pinching his ass with the other. 

“If you’re gonna fuckin’ make out, as least let your girlfriend in on it too. Greedy ass hoes.”

Oh yeah, she was especially in for a treat. 

[starbuckie]

i present the perfect pairing aka reader who doesn’t take care of themselves (oop it me) and beefy!bonky😌 also hi mal i luv u and also i didn’t sleep last night and it’s currently 10am and i had ice cream for breakfast

jade bestie you needst to get more sleep pls for the love of god. i trade u a fluffy bucky fic in exchange for a solid eight hours of sleep for u

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sleep. Your muscles screamed in pain with every word you wrote in your full notebook, eyes threatening to shut with every passing moment. Yawns passed through your lips one after the other, and both you and Bucky took notice at your tiredness. The only reason you weren’t in bed sleeping on his chest at the moment was the fact that your body also wouldn’t let you. You promised Sam that you would take notes on the last UN meeting because he missed it, but you zoned out so bad that you had to get the recording to mark everything down efficiently. Your mind raced awake with worry and stress and there was no possibility of moving out of the chair anytime soon. No freaking way.

“Dolly?” Bucky whispered from the end behind you. The only thing he got in response was a low hum. “You coming to bed soon? It’s almost one in the mornin’, darling, you’d do better with some rest.”

Your head nearly hit the desk with how low it hung to the surface and you swiveled around in the leather chair to meet your boyfriend’s puppy dog gaze. You nearly groaned out loud with the sight you were met with. Bucky’s chest was bare, muscular and warm and probably feeling like a damn pillow, and suddenly Sam’s request wasn’t so important anymore....

You hit the arm of the chair, grunting in annoyance when you snapped yourself out of it. You promised Sam. “Sorry, Buck, I need to finish this, there’s still another hour left of the recording and we haven’t even gotten to the panel yet.”

The turn around in your seat made you completely miss Bucky’s quick movements, and before you knew it, he was grabbing you and tossing you on the bed. Before a protest could reach your tongue, he threw a pillow at you, further pressing you down into the matress and- oh, it did feel really nice on your sore back. “No, no, no, you have been at this since dinner finished up, and you only got back from Tanzania this morning. You’re going to rest, if only for a few minutes.”

Bucky stood over you with his arms crossed over his chest, the metal one gleaming in the dim lamplight. There was zero use in arguing with the brickhouse of a man. With a passing sigh, you leaned up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, bringing him onto the bed with you under his weight. A gentle breath slowly left your lips, and you realized just how nice it felt to have his body pressing down on yours for the first time in a very long week.

“Fine, but only for a few minutes.” You grumbled against his throat.

Bucky hummed against your hair, pressing a soft kiss to it as he watched your eyes flutter shut into a blissful sleep. “Of course, darling, only a few minutes.”

He’d end up finishing the notes for you anyway.

COME JOIN THE SLEEPOVER

[starbuckie]

can we get some college!bucky? he's really popular and the reader is his shy girlfriend?

YES I LOVE COLLEGE BUCKY AU’s MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF OMGOMG LETS DO THIS

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he’s the barista at the coffee shop

of course he fucking is because even though this mans gets into college on a baseball scholarship he still needs to eat

and the second y/n walk into the cafe he is absolutely floored

thus begins this awkward, timid, but nonetheless beautiful relationship

“hi, i’m order, can i get your name?” 

and his face just turns firetruck red because this beautiful girl is standing in front of him with the most confused expression on her face

and he’s just thinking well i’ve fucked this up immediately, what else is new, but then in the most quiet of voices he hears “y/n”

his eyes widen by a tenfold and he’s scrambles his dignity together to offer his name in return and the smile on her lips was the prettiest darn sight he ever saw

she had to go to class quickly, and y/n was really upset and worried she wouldn’t get the cute guys number but on her coffee cup in messy scrawl is his phone and a smiley face

y/n calls him right after class, and for their first date he shows up at her dorm room door with a bouquet of flowers and an apology for his awkwardness earlier that morning

she doesn’t mind it tho, it’s her favorite look on him 

and so it goes, with dates at a bar back in brooklyn, away from the other students’ hangouts, and quick kisses between classes and many many snack breaks

bucky’s never been slow before, every girl he’s been with has wanted to go fast, but with y/n he feels like her friend before her boyfriend in all honestly

he listens to her rambles about the art class she’s just had and how her art history teacher is an absolute pain in her ass, and she cheers him on during games in the spring, everyone who knows er in the crowd astonished that the quiet art history major has such a damn loud voice

of course there’s the downhills of their relationship too

she despises parties

not like the protaganist in every teen highschool movie ever

the thought of a stuffy, crowded nigt filled room fills her to the absolute brim with anxiety, so much that she can’t move

it takes bucky a while to realize this

because even his twenty year old head can’t get through to the fact that there are some people who simply choose not to go

“c’mon, it’s the last one before the semester is over” “buck, i don’t want to go” “you say that every time? are you scared of the other girls there, they’ve got nothing on you, babydoll” 

and y/n is so frustrated that he’s not able to understand, angry at her anxiety for keeping her back through this, because though it’s been years, the amount she tries is just never enough

bucky doesn’t leave that night though

instead he apologizes and reads harry potter at her insistence cuz he never did it as a kid

i love you comes a little into their junior year, about eight months into their relationship

and he’s the first to blurt it out, after they go out on a weekend night picnic and makes love to her by the lake

don’t worry no one was there nor did anyone see them, something y/n made sure of

she sweaty and he’s still breathing hard because jesus she has a lot more stamina than he does, but she’s stroking his hair and singing to him and he just whispers it

y/n is as happy as a clam

her eyes widen and she swears she stops breathing before she’s peppering small kisses all over his face and bucky is giggling while she murmurs the same words across his skin

and they know that through the hard nights and classes and the long long days filled with people they don’t want to talk to, they’ll always have each other

and that’s a damn promise

bye im off to go cry

[starbuckie]

Could you do a super fluffy Bucky x reader fic of Bucky helping the reader with travel anxiety when they're going on a trip together for the sleepover,

oh my goodness of course!!! one of my friends actually has really bad travel anxiety and i’m on the phone with her as i write and she just squealed. let us start with the fluffy goodness

“Doll, are you cold? Take my jacket, you’re just shivering.” Bucky fretted about your health and happiness on the seat to the right of yours. He was sat in the middle of you on the commercial flight to Kyoto, right next to an old lady who hadn’t moved in the thirty minutes you waited for the plane to take off. Maybe she was dead.

Oh shit, that just made that dreadful feeling in your gut even worse.

You shrugged off Bucky’s leather jacket from where he tried to place it over your shoulders and attempted to still your shaking hands. It probably would have been a good idea to tell Bucky about your fear of flying earlier, but wouldn’t that just be inconsiderate to his experiences? Your boyfriend had fought in fucking World War II and lived more than one hundred years, not to mention the fact that he was an Avenger. And you? You worked as a preschool teacher with a backstory of a stable income and sheltered childhood. It was laughable how different the two of you were.

Still, it as near impossible to stop your racing heart that was threatening to leap out of your chest, and blood roared in your ears with the scent of that airplane air invading your nostrils. You hadn’t been on a plane in, what, ten years? Maybe even more, but you had steeled your nerves weeks beforehand when Bucky told you he’d scored tickets out to Japan, somewhere you’d always wanted to go. Interesting how having to actually be on the plane slipped your mind, and you scolded yourself internally for your lack of preparation, because now you were next to your supersoldier boyfriend who was wondering why the hell you look like you were going to pass out.

The plane jerked. You screamed.

There were no sounds for what seemed like minutes and your view was just a block of white fuzziness. You didn’t hear Bucky’s callings or the flight attendant asking you if you were okay, nor did you feel his hands resting on your forearms. All you knew in your mind was that you were in danger, and hot tears began to spill down your cheeks with your silent whimpers. 

You didn’t know how long you stayed like that, not that you cared in the moment anyways, but by the time your vision came around, the whole plane seemed to have its eyes on you and you wanted to scream. Bucky saw the imminent fear in your eyes, how you cowered in your seat and how your chest rapidly heaved. He glared at everyone over your seats, his icy cold stare immediately finding everyone else minding their own business. 

When he was satisfied with what he saw, he pulled your head into his chest, resting his lips on your hairline. “What happened there, bub, are you okay?”

You sniffled into his shirt, trying to not let your tears stain the thin material. “I feel like a piece of shit,” you whispered, “I’m scared of traveling, it’s so fucking dumb. I always feel like the apartment’s gonna get robbed, or I’m gonna die outta state, or the plane’ll crash and we’ll all have to live Lord of the Flies style.” 

Bucky laughed at your joke, kissing your head with a grin. Yeah, you had gotten James Barnes to read Lord of the Flies. Call him whipped, but he’d drop anything and everything for you.

“That’s not dumb at all, doll, I just wish you would’ve told me before. I don’t wanna go if it doesn’t make you feel good.”

“No, no, I wanna go to Japan, it’s just,” you struggled to come up with words, “I hate the journey, but love the destination. Pretty much the opposite of that old proverb.”

He chuckled along with you, and your heart felt a little lighter when you smiled. “Gotta agree with you, sometimes the journey fucking sucks ass. But really, we don’t have to go if you’re feeling anxious, doll, I just wanna be wherever you’re happy and safe.”

“I wanna go,” he eyes you wearily, “I promise. Just- could you call Wanda to check up the apartment every few days?”

“Of course, bub, whatever you want.” He kissed your head one more time before whipping out his phone and texting the redhead. You grabbed his vibranium arm and he caught your eyes with a smile. You were happy when you were with him.

You were always safe, too.

COME JOIN THE SLEEPOVER

[starbuckie]

Sam in that suit is giving me mob vibes and I can’t stop thinking about mob!sam trying to deal with you, whose been a current pain in his ass but it’s like a game you both play👀

holy SHIT you’re absolutely right oh my god you have implanted this idea in my head and here’s a small little bit but now i’m inspired to write mob!sam jfc

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“I’ve been looking for you all night, Wilson, we need to talk.”

Sam’s lips curled into a smirk around the cigarette he balanced delicately between his teeth, his eyes moving to gaze out of the window from his lap. Y/N’s heavy breathing indicated that she had run up to his office, the sound of her gun sheathing back into the back pocket making him nearly laugh. He’s heard the gunshots from down the hall, at least three of his men were dead, but he didn’t care.

He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Slowly, like a damn Disney villain, he turned his worn, leather chair to where his nemesis of a mobster stood, chest heaving noticeably through the tight button down shirt she wore and a high heel missing on her right foot. There was a bloodied coat hanging from her right arm, and she chucked it at him with a glare, the red barely making a stain on the maroon suit he wore.

“Glad you could finally make it, honey, I was just about to get the gin, you want some?”

Y/N’s face heated up, most definitely not from hearing her former pet name, but from anger of everything she’d suffered through due to Sam’s childishness. “Drop the fucking niceties, Sam, ‘m not fucking dumb. I know your men took my Sydney import, Odinson confirmed he saw Barnes’ ugly mug himself.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I did it all just to see your pretty little face again, Y/N-”

Y/N crawled over the desk, slipping a knife from beneath her skirt and placing the blade against Sam’s neck. Her unspoken threat didn’t elicit the reaction she was expecting, the man currently at her mercy choosing to laugh. His movement caused the knife to nick his throat, creating a bead of blood to dribble down under his shirt collar that she tried so hard to ignore.

“You are such a fucking child, Wilson, taking my shit, teaming up with T’Challa- You did all of this just to get my attention? Well, you did a mighty fine job, now give me my fucking money back. There’s a reason we didn’t work out, and it’s because you’re so damn immature.” Y/N withdrew her knife from his neck, sitting back up until Sam yanked her hair back towards him, his enraged face touching noses with hers.

“You were the one that ran out on me, honey, that’s why we didn’t ‘work out’.” he seethed. “Don’t get come back here with your demands, you don’t fucking get to make any.”

Sam’s hand moved from the back of her neck down to beneath her parted legs on the table, sliding the skirt up as he cupped her cunt. Y/N’s breathing stilled, her heartbeat pounding mercilessly in her ribcage as she tried to stop the slick from running down her thighs.

But it was too late.

Her damp panties only made her former lover smile wider, and this time, she knew it wouldn’t be like before. His eyes darkened with something feral, lust that made his soul transcend to a throne of absolute hell.

Y/N knew what was coming when he pulled his hand back, yet she still moaned in pleasure as his palm hit her clit over the panties she wore.

“Oh, honey, you’re gonna have to do a lot more than beg to get what you want.”

[starbuckie]

For the requests. Maybe a drabble with Bucky x friend!reader going post holiday shopping because of all the sales, like all cute and fluffy, and Bucky even caves to try on ugly Christmas sweaters. (And reader sneaks a peek at the size that fits him so she’ll know for next Christmas.)

OOH YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH I LIVE IN THE HOLIDAY SEASON MENTALLY 24/7 SO IM VERY HAPPY! hope you enjoy this darling💖

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bucky’s so confused

he’s literally never been so confused in his entire life

“you just got presents yesterday, why are you going shopping for more stuff today?” 

and you have to explain that that is the reasoning that shit is lower priced the day after christmas

so finally he lets you force him out of bed to get dressed and eat breakfast

but he insists on stopping at starbucks along the way

that man can throw down a scalding hot venti caramel macchiato like its nothing

but after three of those fucking drinks he finds parking (it took a long, long thirty minutes to find a space for the car and he swears he’s never going in one again) at madison square and the two of you are off around the city

macy’s a big place for you, and bucky’s amazed, let me tell you, absolutely astounded with how amazing it is on the inside. he never got to go inside it as a kid because steve and him looked to “scruffy”

“you know, they were just renovating this building when i was eleven. i was alive while they constructed this building” “that’s very interesting, sir, but could you please keep moving? we have other customers to attend to”

and you’re just laughing as he grumbles about how he’s a “goddamn senior citizen, they could show a bit more respect”

there’s tons of little stores that you’ve never bothered to look in, little homemade trades and craftswork but now that you have bucky with you, of course you have to take him with you

“oh, buck, look it’s a little baby beanie!” “sweetheart, you don’t even have a child” “bitch, i could have a child” “...” “i’m sorry”

but you hit the real jackpot inside of buybuy Baby

“NO!” “BUCKY THEY HAVE MATCHING ONES FOR THE ADULTS AND THE BABIES WITH SNOWMEN STOP RUNNING AWAY YOU HAVE THE CART”

how bucky should have known better, you always get what you want

and you spend seventy dollars buying four matching christmas jumpers

he’s groaning and whining like one of the babies in the store, but inside he knows he’s succumb to your every wish

plus he has to admit that the sweater makes him look good and he most definitely did not miss your eyes lingering on his chest for a bit too long

he has to say though, his favortite part of the shopping trip was accidently stumbling into a vintage clothing store

then it was you who was being pushed into the dressing room with swing dresses and pencil skirts and stockings

boy, does he get flustered as hell when you come out of the room looking ready to dance

so naturally he grabs your hands and starts swinging you around the carpet outside the fitting room

and the old couple who own the store can’t even find it in themselves to tell you it’s past closing time because you’re just so damn adorable

he whips out his debit card (because sam is terrified that he’s gonna get a credit card number stolen because he’s a literal grandpa) and buys you all of the dresses

which is six

overboard? yes, absolutely.

“buck, this is so many, when am i gonna wear them?” “when do you think, doll? when i take you dancing, of course”

he has never been more grateful for y/n’s shopping tendencies in his entire life

i’m sorry i got carried away im on colectif right now looking at swing dresses and i’m *this* close to buying one

[starbuckie]

what about sam and a reader that's v into birthdays and makes his a v big deal

YES A REQUEST FOR BABY BOY!! his birthday is in septamber and ive dedicated his birthday song to be septeember by earth, wind, and fire (also mackie loves that song sm). also the reader is a little organized and ooc, im so sorry but this pair was a little too cute to not write. thanks for the request babes, i hope you enjoy!!

Sam hadn’t commented when Y/N woke him up to a blowjob. He was a little too busy moaning like a pornstar and trying not to come in seconds, but her wake up present was certainly far from unwelcome. Then came the balloons and cake for breakfast in bed, leading to two solid rounds of sex that were both invigorating and exhausting all the same. Then he walked out ass-naked to the bathroom, only to be greeted by his sister, her nephews, and his brother-in-law all singing happy birthday to him, until they realized his state of undress. The mood was a bit ruined after his nephews saw his naked body and while he was more than happy to see them, Cass and A.J. were probably scarred for life.

But when he was fully dressed in his evergreen henley and ready to celebrate with his family and girlfriend, he was in for the biggest surprise of his life. The apartment he shared with his girlfriend was normally organized. It was the only way Y/N would be able to function without worry, and their simplistic system of living made sure that both of them were comfortable. Their walls were painted a simple dove grey, only few framed photos of friends and graduations pinned to the walls in chestnut wood borders. Their furniture was color-coordinated and all the same material, same metal, same brand, just so everything was matching. Sam had lived in messy chaos his whole life, and it took a while to get used to Y/N’s cleansliness and chores, but he grew used to it with ease. 

So it was worrisome, more than troubling, to see his living room in complete disarray, green and purple streamers dangling from every inch of the ceiling and confetti littering the floor. The table was set with a hot pink tablecloth, rainbow plates and cutlery lining every side of it. He could appreciate the whole aesthetic of the celebration, but it was so incredibly far off Y/N’s normal one. The strangest thing about the setup, however, was probably the fourteen children milling around the cramped space, grabbing drinks out of his fridge and setting up instruments in an arranged arch in front of the television. There was no question, it was the whole ass Baton Rouge Youth Orchestra. 

“Hey, man, are you Sam Wilson?” A short kid, probably around ten or eleven years old, dressed up in a tuxedo tapped on his shoulder from behind, and Sam had to fight the urge to not scream.

Calming his nerves, he answered despite the fact that his confused heart wastrying to run out of his ribcage. “Yeah, um, yes, that’s me. On another note, could you possibly tell me what the hell is going on right now?”

“Happy birthday, Sammy!” Y/N and Bucky ran to him the kitchen, huge smiles on their faces. The brunette man immediately pulled him into a noogie with a nearly inaudible I deserve this and his girlfriend started to press kisses all over his face. The pair of them made quick eye contact with a mischeivious twinkle in their eyes, right before yelling, “Surprise!”

Pushing Bucky away from him with a punch to his gut (”Oh fuck you, Wilson,”), he glanced around the room again. It was just a fever dream to him. Hepinched his forearm just to make sure, and when he realized he wasn’t he faced his smiling girlfriend with wide, crazed eyes. “Hey, baby,” Sam whispered, “can I talk to you real quick?”

Y/N hummed, showing no hint to her emotion but a raised brow as she straightened a little girl’s tie (seriously, where the hell were they coming from?). She trailed behind him to the couch where she stood over him, staring down into his deep brown, very, very confused eyes. “What’s all this? There’s a group of kids- oh my God, did you kidnap them?”

She chuckled leaning down to press a kiss to his adorable expression, which would be describes as nothing other than “lost puppy”. “It’s your birthday, you wanted to celebrate, didn’t you? I mean, I got the orchestra from up north to play the Rocky score, because you love it so much, and I brought up Sarah and Buck, and your nephews are gonna take you out to paintball later-” A thought seemed to intrude her rambling, and he could visibly see the moment when. “Oh no, do you not like it? Because I can call the whole thing off, I’ll tell the kids you had a heart attack or something because this is your day, we can just go out with-”

“No, no, honey, that’s not necessary, don’t worry. And it’s not that I don’t appreciate,” he gestured to the entire table setup and live band, “this, but why’d you do so much? You would hate getting anything this extravagant for yourself, you’ve told me yourself, but here you are kidnapping kids from the city and ruining your monochrome aesthetic.”

“Well, I may not like big events or lots of people or a wholeass symphony playing the Rocky original picture score,” he laughed, “but I do love you a lot.” Sam circled his arms around her waist and she repositioned herself to straddle him. “I’m not sure if I show my emotions correctly all the time, Sammy, and I just wanted to show you that I do pay attention to you, and I care about you more than anything else in the world. I’m just not sure how to portray my love in the best way.”

“You don’t have to do all this to show me that you love me, baby,” he cooed. His finger inched its way under her chin, lifting her face up so that he could see her shy eyes and little grin. “I can tell everyday, with your little alarms that you set for me to wake up to, and when you make that good kind of pizza- what is it called again?”

“It’s just pizza with three types of cheese, babe, it doesn’t have a special name.” Y/N chuckled with an eye roll.

“Well, whatever it is,” Sam nudged his nose into hers, making her give him that wide grin he fell in love with, “I already know you love me, you never have to prove it with anything. And no arguments, but I love you twice as much, if not more. Thank you for everything, baby, I truly love it all.”

The ochestra had finished setting up, the players tuning their instruments while A.J. and Cass watched in amazement. Sarah and Bucky held onto each other dearly, watching the whole room with a look of satisfaction on their faces. Sam was home, he had his family, the woman he loved more than anything in the world, and an entire orchestra playing the Rocky soundtrack.

This had to be the best fucking birthday ever.

[starbuckie]

What about (for seb/bucky/lance/chris- whichever works for you) the first time the seb character and reader are celebrating her birthday together. And the seb character goes overboard because she has never had someone spoil, or make her feel so loved and important, in a relationship before. Thanks!

IM SORRY IMMA HAVE TO WRITE CARTER FOR THIS ONE BECAUSE YOU KNOW THAT BOY IS GONNA BE SPOILING YN LIKE A FUCKING PRINESS

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“just a few more steps, beautiful, ooh, watch your step.” “i can’t very well watch what I can’t see, baizen.”

he rolls his eyes as he covers her eyes, leading her through their shared penthouse of six months but he’s no less excited for y/n to see what he set up for her

“alright, princess, open your eyes”

and she gasps so loud

he’s literally turned their living room into a palace

it’s been redone completely, velvet upon velvet furniture and gold inlays into the fireplace below the television

candles, vanilla of course, are scattered around the room and there’s a wholeass fur rug on the ground that he’s got planned for later... activities, yes, we’ll say that

soon enough there’s a double layered pearl necklace surrounding her neck and here eyes are widening because holy shit this has to cost more than a year’s paycheck for her

even after two years she’s adamant to accepting his gifts because she feels absolutely astonished still that he was born and raised on the upper east side with affluence and had somehow allowed a girl of her “lowly brooklyn status” (dan’s words not hers) into his life

but, as if he can read her mind, immediately pins her arms by her sides before she can remove and return it

“lemme spoil you on your birthday, gorgeous, you deserve it”

but JESUS CHRIST this man is an absolute romantic

like the absolute lovesick fool he is he’s created a little map of their relationship, an entire wall dedicated to gold glittery ribbon connecting the locations and pictures pointing out his favorite parts of their relationship

and y/n is at a loss of word so she cried instead

no guy has ever made her feel special

except for carter

he’s dedicated every second of his life since he started dating her to making sure that she felt loved

and damn if she knew well enough that that man would lift the skies for her

“i’ve got a bottle of pommery on the rack if you wanna put that to use” and she just grins cheekily at the suggestive expression on her boyfriend’s face

and they’re doing it in front of the fireplace and it’s slow and sweet and he’s uttering words of absolute adoration in her ear

when they’re absolutely spent she just snuggles up close to his chest as he strokes her hair and runs his fingers up and down her back

“marry me”

and she stares at him with those innocent eyes of hers, the eyes that had pulled him to her when they first met, and she’s nearly whispering “what”

and he’s smiling, oh god nothing has been as big as his smile whe he asks her again, but that might change when she says “yes”

🥲i’m fine

[starbuckie]

🍾 reader getting sam into musicals and so all they do is annoy bucky with random songs from dear evan hansen and hairspray and then get steve in on it because he loves west side story

YES TIANA HOW DO U HAVE THE BEST IDEAS PLS UR SO CREATIVE!! i too am a theater bitch so this request made me very very happy. 

so before you and sam were even together you had a tradition of watching musicals with bucky

it was all the old ones, my fair lady and singing in the rain and anything goes

but he enjoys cats (strangely a little too much, you and nat think he’s a furry) and the king and i and he love love LOVES phantom of the opera

he won’t admit it but hes secretly in love with karimloo’s phantom

but that’s the extent of his musical reach

bc that old grumpy man despises all the new ones

“how can you like this crap yn, it’s nothing but that teeny boppery stuff” “you can call it pop music, buck, it won’t kill you”

but it’s only after you start dating sam do you two try to introduce modern musicals to bucky tho

he hates them

DESPISES THEM

sam and you will be making out and baking in the kitchen and bucky doesn’t mind that while he sits and waits for your pie to finish baking

but it’s when the oven goes off and sam catches your eye before you open the oven

and it’s just

“JENNA, WHATS THE SPECIAL PIE TODAY”

and you and sam recreate the opening of waitress with just two people

it’s fantastic really

steve is enthralled by the way you two harmonize, like absolutely ASTOUNDED

on the other hand bucky is gonna kill you

like he makes a jar for you and sam and everytime a lyric of any musical past the year of 1995 leaves your mouth

beetlejuice? twenty bucks. dear evan hansen? if he hears waving through a window he will go through ur wallet and remove thirty FOR you

he hates wicked, HATES IT

“this is not the wizard of oz canon. i refuse to believe it, samuel” “man, will you just shut the fuck up? at least until she’s done singing, dear god”

oh dear god and if you even try to sing frozen, you’re out fifty dollars

sam and you ofc take his credit card at the end of the day to make up for the money you’ve lost

steve on the other hand

sam adores steve even more when he learns about his appreciation for west side story

and once you get steve in on it, bucky is DONE

he is OVER IT

steve is able to complete your third part for the schuyler sisters

his voice shouldn’t sound that good singing far from the home i love after TWO LISTENS but he nails it

sam is intent on watching a show a month with you and steve

and tony indulges him ofc, he too is appreciative of the fine arts

goodbye dating sam wilson who loves musicals, it hurts my heart i will never have this-

[starbuckie]

rq by @darkherolovercroissant: “Maybe a day baking with Bucky? Or Sebastian where the reader tries to teach them how to bake?”

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new york is pretty foggy in the early year so when y/n checks the weather app she’s not all too concerned to see it’s gonna be raining buckets the next day

she’s not too thrilled, janurary is suppsosed to be a new start and she’s stuck inside the house at bucky’s insistence that she doesn’t catch a cold

but you bet your ass he’s gonna try and make her rainy day fun tho

so the next day, 7:30 in the damn morning, this 103 year old child is jumping on the bed, literally begging y/n to get up

“bucky, it’s early on a saturday, i refuse to get out of bed” “no you’re getting out of bed”

and he just throws her over his shoulder and y/n is just beating his back with her fists, waking up the entire compound

but she stops when she sees the spread of ingredients and recipes bucky’s organized on the counter

and she’s tearing up bc her boyfriend is literally the sweetest man on the earth

“we’re gonna bake?!” “well you keep pestering me bc i burnt the cinnamon rolls a month ago” “they came out of a pillsbury tin, buck, the dough boy gave you instructions” “fuck the pillsbury dough boy, he’s creepy” “fair enough”

and they just turn on y/n’s baking playlist

yes she has a baking playlist, its called flour girl and bucky thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world

so it’s just the two of them, bucky spinning y/n around the kitchen tile as she grabs the flour, and her resting her chin in bucky’s shoulder and guiding him on how much flour go into the biscuit dough

“buck, that’s too much yeast!” “but it’s so liquidy, it’s gonna need more dry stuff” “i swear to god, these biscuits are going to be huge” “not as huge as your biscuits”

and y/n fixes him the most pointed glare, which to him is not scary, but he knows better than to laugh bc she will find a way to get revenge

but an hour later they have a spread of biscuits, cinnamon rolls, and beignets because “i wanna be like tiana from princess and the frog, buck”

of course sam and steve are the first to come barreling out of their rooms when they smell the delicious breakfast bucky and y/n made and they instantly are piling unhealthy amounts of margarine on the biscuits

bucky takes pride in the fact that sam is taking pleasure out of the biscuits that he made

pretty soon the rest of the team is coming out, marveling at the baked goods and bucky swears he has never seen y/n more content than when they all compliment her handiwork

but she grabs bucky’s hand and tells them that he helped and bucky can do nothing more than kiss her because she’s so so beautiful and warm and he’s so damn happy that he managed to get her to smile on their rainy day

excuse me while i cry bc it’s raining where i am and instead of baking with bucky i am walking with my sister without an umbrella

[starbuckie]

For your spooky requests, how about Bucky dating witch!reader, you could have them do whatever. Or Bucky and reader dressing their kids up for Halloween? I think that’d be adorable! Much love 😘🥰💕

ooh yes yes yes oh my goodness i love this! i decided to make the best of both worlds and have a (kind)witch!reader and bucky dressing their kids up for halloween. okay so for this she isn’t so much of a witch, but she has the same powers as wanda and a similar backstory. also after rereading this i realize that this could be a part two that takes place five years from “keeping me warm”, so if you want you can read it like that. i went a little itty bit far with this but i felt the mood for fluffiness so i hope you enjoy<3

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“Mama, mama, can you help me zip up the back of my dress?” You turned, a three month-old baby on your hip, holding a pair of scissors between your teeth as you looked at your oldest daughter who was impatiently tapping her foot on the ground. The back of her space-princess dress was half-zipped up, both arms reaching behind her head though she couldn’t reach the zipper. 

“Yeah, baby, let mama do it.” With one hand you expertly zipped up the back and smoothed down her hair which was in it’s usual Rebecca Barnes mess. Curly locks of chestnut hair fell short above the five year-old’s shoulders, topped with a headband with small planets decorating it. “You’ll be the prettiest space-princess all of New York has ever seen.”

“Not all of New York, mama, the whole wide galaxy!” Nico chimed in. He’d always admired his older sister, despite only being a year younger, and had decided to match with his sister and became one of Rebecca’s royal Martian subjects for the special night.

Halloween was never a stressful holiday before this one, with all of your kids being too young to go out trick-or-treating. You were scared of letting them go out, even if they were with their dad, and you wanted nothing more than to coddle them all in blankets know they were safely tucked in the house with you. However, it was Rebecca’s first year of school, and with relentless begging and pleading you had backed down and allowed them to go. 

The school day seemed to have gone by so quickly, with two of your kids at their respective schools, and baby Emma staying home with you. You picked Nico up from preschool, Rebecca up from kindergarten, and by the time they had gotten home, eaten their dinner, played for a bit, and gotten into their costumes it was already six o’clock. Bucky had been at the compound all day; after you gave birth to Rebecca he decided to step down from missions and just trained the recruits, and you were on maternity leave for another good two months before you got back out in the field. Every inch of you was dying to go back on missions, no respect to stay-at-home moms, but you had too much energy and were tired of sitting on your ass all day. 

“The great father of this household politely asks her Royal Highness and her subject to please help put the groceries away.” As soon as they heard their father’s voice the two older Barnes children sprinted as fast as they could to embrace him. Bucky stumbled backwards with their arms around his torso, but chuckled at his kid’s silliness and love. “Hey, guys, I missed you a ton.” He kneeled down to their height, cerulean eyes you loved so much filed with nothing but pure happiness. “Can you help me put away the groceries? I got you some broccoli because you need to eat more veggies, Nico, I know you haven’t been eating them.”

The young boy frowned, clearly upset that his dad caught him trying to sneakily avoid his greens, but nonetheless took the small bag of groceries to the kitchen counter. “Hey, baby, how was work?”

Bucky locked the door and sauntered over to you with a smile on his lips. “Boring, I miss having you there.” He pecked a quick kiss on your lips, moving on to the baby girl with the same eyes as him. “Hi, Em, did you miss your dada?” There was a hopeful tilt at the end of his question, waiting for the baby to say something in return

He got nothing but a wide-eyed stare.

With a huff he wrapped an arm around your waist and buried his head into your neck, sweet vanilla and cinnamon invading his senses. “Give it a while, Buck, she’s only three months old.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Nico and Rebecca’s chatter about candy faded in the background as soon as the lock on the knob of the door started rattling again. “Doll, I should probably tell you that I-”

“Guess who’s favorite uncle is here?” Sam yelled through the house, adorning a Mad Hatter costume and large bags that seemed like they were full of-

“Candy!” Both Rebecca and Nico swarmed their “cool” uncle and started to peek in the bags.

“Wilson! I told you you could come over, not feed my kids junk.” Bucky grumbled. He walked to his friend, snatching the bags of candy out of his hands and putting them away, effectively ignoring the cries of his children. “You munchkins are about to go out trick-or-treating, you don’t need any more sugar.”

Sam walked over to you with a kiss on the cheek for cooing at the baby in your arms. “Aw, come on, Barnes, I’m just trying to have some fun. A man’s gotta do something to ensure their place as the favorite.”

An eye roll from Bucky and a wink from Sam, the two men slumped onto the couch where you sat. “Mama, are you gonna come with us? Can you do the magic for us, please?”

The kids were never supposed to know about your past, a past full of darkness and pain until Bucky walked in. It was only a year ago when they had seen footage of you with their Aunt Wanda controlling objects with wisps of glowing red energy. You had cried into Bucky’s arms the whole night after that as he comforted you, knowing how terrifying it was to have your kids know that other side of you. Your kids, the innocent ones they were, thought you were still the most amazing and badass mom who could bake the best cookies and was like a witch. Yeah, they had lots of bragging rights at school.

Bucky pulled Nico into his arms and nuzzled the boys face, letting the little boy squeal at the feeling of stubble on his soft skin. “Not tonight, Nico, your mama needs her rest. I’m gonna take you kiddos tonight.”

The soft “aww” of the kids was silenced by Sam’s proposition. “I can take the kids if you want, Bucky, that’s actually why I came over. You’ve had a long week and I’ve been on bed rest from the leg. You stay home with your wife and start working on my next nephew,” you punched him in the arm, eliciting a wince from the large man, “or niece.”

“I just gave birth three months ago, Sammy, I’m not doing that anytime soon.” A quick look at you husband for confirmation and you turned back to Sam. “Are you really okay with taking Nico and Rebecca?”

“Of course! We’re gonna go tear up the state.” A peck on the cheek from the Falcon, and he took your kids in his arms and slammed the door open. “We’ll be back in two hours! See you later!”

Another thud let you know that Sam had left, little Emma jerking in response to the loud sound. Bucky took this as an opportunity to sprawl out, head coming to rest in your lap as he took a deep sigh. “Just the three of us for Halloween this year, huh, doll?”

“Yeah, Buck, just the three of us.” 

It wasn’t anything fun. It was you, Bucky, and Emma passed out on the couch at only six in the evening, exhausted from the days activities. But in the moment, you couldn’t find anything more special to than to share October 31st with two of your loves wrapped around you.

[starbuckie]

college!chris beck taking care of his best friend hc?

oooh! yes, we do love us a good college chris beck fic. i hope you enjoy this nonnie!

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it starts when you’re coughing over in his dorm, and he’s trying his best not to coddle you bc he knows you’ll beat his ass

but then you’re in biology together the next day, sitting at the back during a lecture, and your professor cannot finish speaking bc every three seconds you’re wheezing cough is echoing around the hall

chris is glaring at the side of your head, his response to your earlier “i’m fine, doc, it’s just a dry cough” and your professor just looks scared that you’re gonna get everyone else sick

so he’s had enough and just sends you out “i’ll email you later, you’re gonna give everyone a damn cold” and you’re forced to pack your bags while everyone snickers under their breath at their tecaher’s comment

of course chris is texting you during the lecture

he’s bored as fuck without you, so gamepigeon will have to suffice as you lay immobile on your bed with what the on-campus nurse says is a cold

your nose is running and you feel hot and even though chris is sending you encouragement you still feel tired and beat up so you eventually pass out

“good afternoon, sweetheart” you nearly scream when you see chris’ face right i front of yours, a small smile on his lips

“i brought you some soup and gatorade and tea” “gatorade?” “you hardly eat woman, you need electrolytes”

so he sits on your bed, against your wishes for his health, and grudgingly watches gossip girl with you

“y/n, why is nate sleeping with an old woman, there’s like so many girls willing to date him” “i don’t know, chris, he’s kinda a dumb baby though i still love him” “i thought i was your dumb baby” “no, you’re just my baby”

and god if it doesn’t make him blush and bury his head in your lap when you say that

but then dinner time rolls around and he leave you, whining and overly dramatic

“you said you’d never leave, i thought you loved me, beck” “sweetheart, i’m literally feeding you, quit your whining” “can you get me garlic bread please” “dude i don’t even think they have garlic bread tonight” “did you just call me dude?” “shut up, l/n”

when he comes back he’s forcing the food into your mouth because he knows damn well if he doesn’t feed you himself you’re probably not gonna touch it

he doesn’t let you move from your bundle on blankets on the bed

and he’s got invited from a few of the guys in his building asking him to go out but when you ask who’s texting him he’s shrugs it off then tells the guys that he’s got better things to do

*swoon*

using his organized notes and all his colorful highlighters (“chris you should get pastel ones” “will they improve your focus on studying?” “...yes” “fine.”) and he’s working through the material form your missed classes

he leaves to piss for like three minutes and by the time he comes back your drooling in your textbook

he should be hounding you to study, but he also knows the importance of getting better by resting

so even though it’s only eight o’clock, your roommate comes back to find the the two of you passed out on eachother, chris’ body literally cocooned around your sick self under three blankets

and the next morning finds both of you in the nurse’s ward, feeling hot and sweaty and coughing, but holding hands nonetheless

when i get to college if i do not have a chris beck i will scream

[starbuckie]

Can you please do a smut with Bucky Barnes?

ooh yes yes yes i’m feeling a little sleepy rn so it’s gonna be soft also MINORS BE GONE

warnings: fluff and smut(maybe a bit of praise kink? idk i’m a blushing virgin im sorry y’all)

Soft sunlight filtered through the shades of the window in the small Brooklyn studio, Y/N tracing over the skin of Bucky’s right arm that was swung over her waist. He was still snoring, of course he was, after all it was only eight in the morning on a Saturday and nobody had the desire to get up. The little snores he made in his sleep caused her to smile, knowing that her boyfriend, scratch that, fiancé was much happier now that he was retired.

She could see it in the frequent smiles and small trips to the grocery store by himself. She could see it in the nights of relapses that he had, learning from himself to be better. Not that he needed to be better, Y/N loved him endlessly, nightmares or not, but what made her so incredibly proud was watching Bucky learn and flourish over the tired years, each day a new beginning for both of them.

Yeah, things were brighter now.

A groan rumbled through Bucky’s chest as Y/N heard him wake, a small whine as he stretched his legs. His legs slotted between her from behind, warm arms pulling her even closer into the warmth of him. “G’morning, pretty girl, what are you thinking about this early in the day?”

With a grin on her face she turned around in his arms, greeting his sleepy face, blue eyes lazy and lips turned up in a slow smile. “Nothing much.”

Gentle kisses were laid up her shoulder, lips meeting the side of her throat as Y/N moaned softly. Bucky grinned against her skin, “You that sensitive, baby?”

Y/N attempted to roll her eyes and managed to get out, “You know I am, you ass.”

Bucky rolled on top of her, trailing his fingers down her stomach to the space between her thighs, running his fingers through her wetness as she whined below him. “Stop teasing me, Buck, just get on with it.”

He chuckled lowly, spreading her thighs apart and sliding his cock through her folds, as they both moaned in unison. Setting a steady pace, he slowly rocked into her, each thrust waking them up a little more. Y/N’s fingers came to tangle into his hair, fingers pulling on the soft chestnut tresses as pleasure coursed through his veins. “God, baby, you’re so fucking good for me, m’ not gonna last long.”

The girl writhing under him could only nod her head in response, too overtaken by the drag of his cock sliding in and out of her. He continued to thrust as he came inside of her, painting her walls white as his fingers rubbed at her clit, spurring her onto her own release.

Y/N whined softly as he pulled his cock out, resting his hand on her face as he rolled back to her side, eyes already closing again. Her sleepy boy. A final kiss to his lips and she rested as well, letting the warmth of the body next to hers lull her to sleep.

Saturdays were good.

[starbuckie]

i have several unfinished assignments and have no motivation to work on my series in this moment so you know what that means

REQUEST/DRABBLE/HEADCANON TIME BABYYY

rqs are the usual seb characters, mcu characters, and the lovely lovely marauders

i only do x fem!reader for now😉

fluff, angst, now smut if you are ABOVE 18

that’s it my lovely lovely babies so send in your requests

[starbuckie]

my love can i pls have a mutual pining drabble with either bucky or chris beck pls 🥺 happy birthday ilysm my angel -barnesjamcs

oooh of course one chris beck drabble coming right up<3 thank you so much babe!!

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You had just found him cute at first. How could you not? With the soft-looking curls of chestnut hair, pretty blue eyes, and muscular frame, he swept you off your feet with one glance and a wave as he passed you sitting at reception desk. All you could do at the time was watch him with awestruck eyes, wondering how the hell you got such a cute guy to even look your way.

But as time went on, you learned he was as sweet as they could come. After a few mornings of quick greetings and shy smiles, he finally stopped by your desk to talk. 

“Good morning, how are you today?” You looked up from the computer with surprise, not expecting anyone to talk to you. Most people just walked right by the receptionist, but today the handsome man who’d greeted you each morning had wanted to talk, to you of all people.

“Uh, hi, I’m okay, how about yourself?” He shot you a timid smile, almost as if he was nervous in your presence.

“I’m doing pretty good, I’ve been looking for a chance to talk to you but I was a little scared.” You giggled at his honest confession, and from that day Chris promised he would do anything it took to hear that melodious sound again.

From then on, he stopped by your desk each morning just for a small chat, whether it would be how his studies were doing or how your family was doing. You knew you were falling quickly, and he did too with each conversation and laugh that was shared between you two. It was an unlikely friendship: the morning shift receptionist at NASA and the dreamboat doctor who worked in a lab all day, but there was no denying you wanted more.

Today you looked up to see him talking to a pretty brunette who you recognized as Beth Johanssen. You watched them with sad eyes, knowing that it would only be so long until Chris got a girlfriend. Beth started gesturing quietly towards you, and that’s when you stopped looking, not wanting the new couple to catch your gaze. “Hi, Y/N, are you doing anything later?”

Your head snapped up to look at the doctor, dressed in a grey sweatshirt and crytalline eyes staring down at you kindly. “Uh, no I’m not, why?”

He cleared his throat quickly and averted his eyes, suddenly finding his feet of the most interest. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to meet up later for dinner, well, it doesn’t have to be dinner, it could be a quick coffee, or even if you wanted to come over to my house and we could hang... not to get you in my bed! I promise I have more class than that, I swear I’m not trying to sleep with you! I mean, I wouldn’t be completely objected to it, you;re very pretty and sweet and nice to me, oh God, that sounded so perverted I’m so sorry.” Deciding to cut his losses, he shut himself up rather quickly as he waited for your response.

Was he asking you out on a date? Your heart was beating erratically in your chest, threatening to burst out at any second. “Chris, it’s okay, I understand what you mean.” You giggled quietly. “But is this like a friend thing, or a date? I mean I don’t really know...”

“It can be whatever you want it to be!” Chris blurted. Smooth one, Beck. “I mean, if you want it to be date then it can be a date, but if not that’s okay too, I’d love to be your friend.”

You nervously glanced over to Beth, who stood behind him biting her nails and tapping her foot. “What about Beth, won’t she mind?”

He looked at you quizzically, brows furrowed and an adorable pout on his lips. “Why would Beth care, she has her own hot date tonight.” Chris snorted slightly at his words, and you finally realized, they weren’t together. “She was just trying to help me get the courage to ask you out on a date... or a friend date! Like a date, with your friend, people do that I think?” He posed it as a question with an embarrassed expression on his face and blush covering his cheeks.

You smiled and took one of his hands, squeezing it lightly with your own. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Chris.”

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[starbuckie]

🌈 bucky wakanda au please🐏 also have a happy birthday!!!❤

OMG YES LEIGH! Wakanda Bucky was just so peaceful and happy and free from frickin Hydra until the hugeass grape came along and snapped him out of exsistence... anyway, I got a little carried away, but I just love him so much.

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“Bucky, are you feeding the goats again?” You asked. He turned around with a sheepish grin in his face and you rolled your eyes with fake annoyance though you felt the exact opposite. It filled you with happiness to see that he was content and free for once in his life, and if he got that from the goats you were damn well going to let him have it. “You’ve fed them twince already, they’re going to get fat.”

He chuckled as you joined him in the green grass. “What can I say, I love spoiling them.” A small goat came up to him and nuzzled his hand, looking for affection with him. You studied Bucky from the side. There wasn’t much physical change from the fight with Tony two years before. His metal arm was missing, that felt knew for him, his shoulder wrapped with a deep blue scarf and maybe the bags under his eyes were much less darkened, but other than that you couldn;t see much change, but you knew for fact that internally he had changed a lot.

Once Shuri had finally taken the trigger words from his mind, there was a clear burden that had been lifted from his shoulders. You hadn’t been there when they did the final test, but from what you heard from the princess that he’d cried, and you knew it was a huge moment for him too. It was being free from the seventy years of torture and pain he had endured, free of running away. While it was also liberating for him, he now remembered every memory, every kill, every second of suffering he had ever gone through.

Bucky’s nightmares had gotten better once you’d arrived, always rushing to his hut whenever you heard the screams in the dead of night. Some nights you had even stayed with him, just to be a pair of comforting arms for him in his time of need. He was always guilty in the mornings, apologizing for disrupting you or forcing you to help him, but you always reassured him it was okay. He was never a burden of yours, and making sure he was always feeling loved and safe was your priority. 

But seeing him here, hair blowing in the wind, smiling at the goats, made your heart leap with joy. 

“What’s on your mind now, doll?” Bucky asked you with a smile. 

You smiled up at him, seeing his blue eyes sparkling with happiness, endearing crinkles around them. “Oh, nothing, just how happy I am to be here with you.” He nodded with a bashful grin and slipped his right arm around you shoulders as you intertwined your fingers. Maybe you’d tell him one day that you loved him more than anything in the world. Maybe he’d tell you he loved you too. But for now, just sitting with him in the serene Wakanda field was enough.

With his arm around you and your heart beating quickly, you knew. This must be what real peace feels like.

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