Cuddled-up under their cozy Wakandan blanket and the warm heavy weight of Steve’s loving gaze, Bucky drifts off into peaceful dreams.
This time last year I painted my first digital piece, for the @buckybarnesbingo Fluffathon 2020 💖, and ticked-off my first ever bingo card squares! 🥳 The prompts were “admire” and “cuddling”.
I think we need all the tooth-rotting Stucky goodness right about now 💞🍬 so I’m finally posting it 🙃
along with the awesome event badge... created by @phoenixgryphon
“What’s your status, Barnes?” Sam spoke in his coms
Bucky walks faster in a busy street, trying to lose two guys on his tail. Rain has started falling heavily in mere minuets, which will obscure his enemies’ vision but so will his. He tries to lose himself in the crowded street.
“They’re still on me, maybe 20ft behind” he replied
“Get out of there asap, waiting at evac point” Sam ordered
“What do you think I’m trying to do? Captain!” Bucky asked
He was trying his hardest looking for distraction anything to divert his tail.
Nothing big.
Hide in plain sight.
There were lot of shops, but they were full of people standing in front taking shelter from rain.
Several people were carrying umbrellas but even in sea of people his appearance will fail to shield him, even if he hunched.
Nothing big.
Hind in plain sight.
Something simple.
His training resonated in his head again.
Public displays of affection make people uncomfortable. Steve’s words echoed in his mind when his friend narrated his and Nat’s escape from hydra agents in ‘no escape’ situation.
He had taught Natasha well, back in the day they would never let go of such opportunities.
Somethings never go away.
An idea formed in his head just in time something caught his eye, he plucked bouquet of roses from the stand on the footpath, knowing the owner must have taken shelter under one of the shop’s ridge.
He will find a way to give him money later, walking faster avoiding bumping into anyone as he neared his target.
Someone tapped on your shoulder and before you knew you were turned on the side and the person was gripping your shoulders.
You were about to protest but the person spoke first & your words caught in your throat, you continued to gaze into the ocean blues.
“Sorry to do this but I need your help ma’am” your intruder spoke in one breath
“Need you to pretend for just a couple of minutes, like I’m your boyfriend” holding a bouquet of red roses in front of you, not knowing if he was able to get through you.
You were about to say something when he pulled you closer, pressing himself into the buildings wall behind, to avoid holding up the passersby.
Bucky tilted your umbrella to hide his face, as still no words came out of your mouth.
Before either of you could react, you heard couple of voices.
“Believe we lost him?” one guy asked
“He couldn’t have gone far, look around you” second one ordered
As if some bulb switched on in your head you caught up to the situation as you leaned closer to the stranger who looked fearful,
“OMG honey these are beautiful, you know how much I love red roses” you placed your hand on either side of his face pulling him closer.
Catching up to your clue, Bucky shifted closer to you, looking into your eyes for hesitation.
You just pulled him closer and your lips met, his were colder than you anticipated but none the less you continued.
After the initial shock wavered Bucky pulled you to him with one hand around your waist and another tangled into your hair, he angled your face as he could keep eye on passersby.
You pressed yourself into him, as you were still juggling your bags and umbrella but stranger was doing pretty good job in keeping you in place and kissing you that you were not bothered by the awkward position.
As he continued to kiss your warm soft lips, Bucky started to lose himself into it. It had been really long since he has had such intimacy with someone and he would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this.
Maybe because it was life and death situation or maybe because it was such a romantic setting, falling rain, under the umbrella, just for second he wanted to pretend that he was kissing the love of his life.
As you were lost in the kiss, you heard the same two voices, and Bucky’s hold on your waist tightened
“Maybe he had partner, who picked him up” one of them said
“Yeah, maybe” second one said “Let’s go back on the same route to check if we can trace him”
Hearing the departure, Bucky broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. Both of you panting, as your breaths became one.
“Wow” praise escaped through Bucky’s lips.
“Yeah, wow” you agreed
“I’m so sorry doll” Bucky apologized his face twisting in genuine regret
“Don’t worry about it” you assured “I always dreamt of being kissed in the rain by love of my life”
Bucky chuckled as you winked at him, “Half of it came true, tonight”
“Barnes, you are clear” he heard Sam’s order in his ear
“Damn, next time I want to kiss the girl” Clint said from behind
Bucky just groaned, stepping away from you.
“Gotta go doll, thanks once again for saving my life” Bucky said caressing your cheeks with his gloved hands
Disappointment clear in your face but, you reminded yourself that this was a stranger after all, he could be a bad guy too. For all you could know you might have become accessory in some crime. You truly hoped it wasn’t the case.
You just nodded in agreement, as he put some distance between the two of you and you missed the warmth. Now that rain was almost stopped you could see his handsome face clearly.
He gave you a gentle smile, kissing your cheek with now warm lips.
Before you could say anything, he turned you so your back was pressed to the wall. He tucked the bouquet of roses in one of your bags & made his way to the waiting vehicle, which sped away before you fully recovered from what’s just happened.
For the @buckybarnesbingo fluffathon, day 3 prompts: More, Mine
(Part 1, Part 2)
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“Tony,” Bucky says quietly, peeking down at him and wiggling his shoulder a little where Tony is leaning heavily against him, hoping to get his attention without actually dislodging him. “Tony, you’re missing the end of the movie. Don’t you want to know what happens?”
Tony makes a sleepy, grumbly noise that’s way more adorable than it has any right to be, and smashes his face a little harder into Bucky's shoulder. “I don’t want to know how it ends,” he grumbles, “I’m going to have nightmares. Why would you want to make that any worse.”
“You just don’ appreciate good cinema,” Bucky says with a sniff and grins when Tony lets out a reluctant huff of laughter, his breath warm through Bucky’s shirt.
“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it,” Tony says and Bucky can practically hear the eyeroll that goes with it. Tony turns a little further into Bucky’s side, folding his legs up into Bucky’s lap and settling in even as he asks “is there more pizza?”
“There is not,” Bucky says, shooting a look at the empty boxes on the coffee table, because it’s way easier than focusing on all the borderline-cuddling, “you ate most of it by yourself. I want t’ be mad, but honestly I’m jus’ too impressed.”
“Well I did pay for it,” Tony says, shamelessly, and it really is too bad he doesn’t look up to appreciate the unimpressed look Bucky is trying to level at him.
“I’m lettin’ you sleep on my couch,” Bucky points out, though that was true even before Tony ordered them food. He doesn’t point out that Tony is more on him than on the couch at this point, and oh would you look at that, Bucky’s arm is wrapped around Tony’s shoulders in return, and Bucky really can’t find it in himself to pull away.
“That you are,” Tony agrees happily and slings one arm around Bucky’s middle, snuggling into his side like Bucky is an oversized stuffed animal, his hair tickling at Bucky’s chin and his breath warm again Bucky’s throat. “And for that, I owe you my life. Please take good care of it.”
“Oh hell no,” Bucky says with a laugh, hesitantly dragging his hand down Tony’s side and getting a little bolder when Tony somehow melts against him even more. “I’ve seen you stumblin’ around yelling math at people when you don’t get your caffeine. Way too much responsibility for me.”
Tony shifts enough to finally look up at him with a pout, even though the effect is kind of ruined by the fact that he still looks on the edge of falling asleep, his eyes half lidded. Bucky's chest gives a dangerous clench.
“Unfair,” Tony says, and Bucky was right to be suspicious of the hint of teasing lurking behind Tony’s expression, because the next thing he says is “I totally saw you almost fall down the satis because you were arguing with that bird that one time, and I still like you.”
“I can’t believe you saw that,” Bucky groans miserably, ad has to fight down his smile when he feels Tony shaking with laughter against him. “That bird he totally had it coming, for the record,” he adds, because talking shit about asshole pigeons is definitely the safer option here. Asking Tony if he means it while they’re both half asleep maybe isn’t the best plan. That’s probably a morning type question. Assuming Bucky even remembers this. And doesn’t chicken out.
“I’m sure he did,” Tony says, patting at his stomach and dropping his head to Bucky’s shoulder again with a yawn.
The end credits have finished rolling and looped back to the DVD menu, Tony is heavy against him, and that’s probably the sign Bucky should kick himself out of Tony’s temporary bed and go get in his own instead. No matter how reluctant he is to lose the warmth of Tony against him.
“Okay, time for bed,” Bucky says, leaning forward just enough to grab the remote and get everything turned off. Once the room has been plunged into darkness, Tony still doesn’t move, and Bucky wonders if he should just... tip him the other direction. There’s still plenty of space that way considering they’re crowded up against one of the arms of the couch, but that still seems rude. Finally he settles for gently pointing out “Tony, you have t’move so I can get up.”
Tony makes an unhappy whining sound, tightening his arm around Bucky and pressing his face deeper into the curve of Bucky's neck. Bucky fights down a smile, gives him a little nudge, and Tony clings tighter, finally grumbling out “mine.”
“We’re not both going to fit on this couch,” Bucky points out, as reasonably as he can considering the way his heart is trying to jump up into his throat. When Tony just makes another slurred noise of complaint, fingers tangling into the fabric of Bucky’s shirt, Bucky decides maybe it’s time to take another whack at that ‘not thinking’ thing. And he certainly knows what he wants to do. So he turns sideways, gets his arms looped securely around Tony, and then stands up.
“Wha?” Tony asks, still not lifting his head even as he shifts to wrap his arms around Bucky's shoulders instead.
“Bed time,” Bucky says again, then easily carries Tony into his room and tumbles them both in to bed with a creak of the old frame.
Bucky has no idea what he’s doing, but Tony makes another little happy sighing noise that make Bucky’s chest warm, wiggles until he’s sprawled out basically entirely on top of Bucky, and then falls immediately sleep. Bucky isn’t far behind, and he lets his eyes fall closed figuring well, if this turns out to be a terrible idea, he can deal with it in the morning.
This is R for day One (Feb 23rd) of @buckybarnesbingo 's ROMANCE Fluffathon Week. The Prompt word I used was Red. I hope you like it.
Summary: y/n has a few too many drinks and never wants the party to end
Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader Masterlist
Warning: mention of Alcohol consumption and FLUFF.
Four drinks seemed like a bad idea, so when Bucky watched you chug your sixth cup of Rosè of the evening he knew he was in for a long night.
With one or two drinks in your system you became happy and bubbly, laughing at everything way too loudly even though it was only mildly fun. By three or four you turned into a sobbing, overly sensitive mess. But by five or six drinks the party really started.
Nothing seemed to bother six drink y/n, she was flirty and fun and 100% unfiltered. You really didn't give a crap what anyone thought and you loved it. It wasn't very often that you were able to let loose so you took full advantage.
The red strobe lights whisked around the room adding to the haze that was forming in your head. The hours washed away far to quickly.
It was nearing 2am, the club was closing and after hours of watching you dance on top of the bar table in your skin tight red dress Bucky thought it was about time he got you home and into your warm bed. In one swift motion Bucky placed his hands on both your hips, pulling you down from the bar and close to his chest.
"Come on, It's time to go" Bucky said starting to lead you towards the door but you didn't want the party to end even if Bucky Buzzkill Barnes said so. You planted your feet to the ground, crossing your arms to your chest as you pouted. Bucky wiped his head back towards you and a low chuckle escaped his lips
"Fine I guess I just have to carry you out" Bucky replied
"Go ahead Bucky Boi sweep me off my feet" you challenged and a moment later Bucky was throwing you over his shoulder with ease and walking you out of the club.
"BUCKY I wasn't serious, if you don't Put me down so help me i-" you detested before Bucky cut you off by placing you back onto the pavement.
"What could you possibly do to me doll?" Bucky smiled, cocked his head to the side and wrinkled his nose teasingly.
Even though he was your bestfriend and your relationship had been strictly platonic up until this point, the way his blue eyes squinted playfully at you and the way his soft red lips formed the most gorgeous smile in the world had your head spinning and left you wondering if you wanted more then just friendship
You couldn't tell if it was the heat of the moment or that liquid courage that your blood was drowning in but without a second thought you placed your hand at the nape of his neck and pulled him in, your lips pressed softly onto his.
At first Bucky went stiff, surprised at your sudden action but a moment later his body relaxed pulling you closer in and kissing you deeper. The rest of the night was a blur a faded memory that weaved it's way in and out of your head.
The sun shining from your window woke you from your deep sleep. The covers and pillows were thrown haphazardly around the bed and your legs were tangled up in the mess, the signs of a well needed rest very present. Lifting your head from the pillow you smiled at the sight of a red Gatorade, aspirin, roses and a note from Bucky that read
Happy Valentine’s/Palentine’s Day! We have missed you! And all the fantastic Bucky content we got on a regular basis! We’re all kinds of antsy for the next round to start, so in honor of our signups opening for Round Two on March 1st, we’re gonna do something fun!
ROMANCE Week Fluffathon!
Here’s how it’s gonna work:
Starting on Sunday the 23rd and going through Saturday the 29th, we will be giving you a few prompts each day that start with a letter of the word “romance”. The 23rd will be R, the 24th will be O, the 25th with be M, you get it.
For example, R might have the prompts red, roses, and ramen. You can use one, two, or all three. Be creative and have fun! We will post each day’s prompt here on Tumblr and also on our Discord. If you decide to participate, make sure you tag us here so we can find and share what you do!
This is a no signup event, anyone can join! So spread the word! Bring your friends onto the Bucky Love Train! Join us in celebrating our favorite warm and fuzzy Soldier! And, just saying, there miiiiiight be something of a prize involved for those that participate...
If you’ve got questions, send ‘em in! We’re excited for this, and also for when signups for Round Two start!
Title: Draw Back Your Bow
Relationship: Bucky Barnes/Darcy Lewis/Clint Barton
Warnings: None
Prompt/Square Filled:
Bucky Barnes Bingo Fluffathon - Cupid, Cute, Chocolate - @buckybarnesbingo
Natasha Romanoff Bingo - B1 - Darcy Lewis - @natasharomanovbingo
Winterhawk Bingo - O5 - Natasha Romanoff - @winterhawkbingo
See below the read more if you want the basic idea for the story!
Summary: Natasha’s really not sure how she ended up playing cupid when it’s her partner who uses the bow and arrow, but these two men have annoyed her with their inability to see what’s right in front of them. Yes, Bucky and Clint have each other . . . and they’ve both been watching the same woman. Darcy Lewis seems to fill a hole they’ve got – Natasha can see it. They need that light she brings, that little bit of normalcy to remind them of why they still bother to fight. Well, fine, if they’re not going to do it themselves, then she’s just going to have to push things along herself. Good thing she’s never had a problem sticking her nose in other people’s business.
Author’s Note: Another story I couldn’t get to gel, so you get another mood board. In this particular case, mood board one shows Natasha making up her mind to interfere while mood board two shows a successful outcome.
There wasn’t anything particularly special about the day. It wasn't a holiday or birthday or anniversary. It was a normal Thursday afternoon. One that most might describe as dreary or gloomy. The rain had come in during the night before and didn’t look to be leaving any time soon. Heavy enough to drench a hapless pedestrian in seconds and drive the children of the city back indoors at the behest of concerned parents.
From inside, away from the distractions of the televisions and other invasive technologies, it tapped a soothing beat against the large windows as the large drops hit the panes. The sound music-like in its steady cadence. Nature’s version of a lullaby. The drops streamed down the large windows in steady rivets, hypnotizing in their own right.
The lights were left off, a small handful of candles lit, pillows and bedding had been pulled from the bedrooms to be stretched out on the floor of the living room in just the right place to be able to see and hear the steady storm push its way through. Emptied plates and cutlery were left abandoned on the coffee table to be cleaned later, likely not until the following day. The thick layers of sheets and comforters provided enough cushion between the bodies curled on top and the hard floor beneath. Even if it didn’t, Bucky wasn’t sure either would take notice.
Not today.
Lying there, strong arms and body coiled around his, pressed together skin to skin and a steady heartbeat beneath his ear. Just being. They didn’t speak but they didn’t have to. They hadn’t had to since they were boys, not really, not in moments like this, at least. Stolen as those moments might have been once upon a time. A press of soft lips against his, the tightening of an arm around him, and the soft sigh spoke just as loudly as any word or phrase Steve might have voiced aloud.
The room darkened around them as the last of day and candlelight died out. Bucky was content to stay right where he was and Steve didn’t seem keen to move either. Maybe it wasn’t the most elegant way to spend an evening but as far as Bucky was concerned, it was better that way. More real. More right for them.
Because, while there wasn’t anything particularly special about that day, it was all the more special for it and Bucky had missed it even when he hadn’t known there was something to be missed.
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