#bbbfluffathon

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​

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: In life or death situation, Bucky finds sweet escape...

Warnings: Fluff

Square Filled/Prompt / AU / Scenario:  “Meet Cute” for @marvelfluffbingo​ & “Rain, Red and Roses” for @buckybarnesbingo​ 

A/N: Yay, first writing of 2020!!! 🥳😊 Hope everyone is having great start of new year...🤗💖😘

P.S.: Please do not share my writing on anywhere other than Tumblr w/o my consent. You can also find my writings on AO3.

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“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.

WinterIron, T, 1k, just sleepy neighbor boys

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.

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

"Lunch at 1pm don't be late beautiful"

HELLO HOWLIES!

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!

Bucky loves this little piece of forest. His pocket universe; the only voices, the whispering trees and chattering stream.

And the ducks.

The first time, a half dozen came waddling up to warily inspect the strange man sitting on the mossy bank.

They are much friendlier on his next visit, when they find him surrounded by scattered seeds. Soon they are eating from his hand.

Seasons change, and one day the flock is joined by a dozen balls of brown fluff. Fearless - fragile, trusting - they crowd around his warmth.

Stroking the downy feathers with gentle fingers, he smiles.

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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!

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.