#buckybarnesfluff

silent but deadly romantic

he's not going to say I love you constantly, but he shows it. "Do you need something, baby?" Even if you say no, he's going to bring you something. A favorite snack. Fixes the loose door you barely noticed. Eyeing the person that gives you trouble at work.

physical touch turns him into putty

He's so touch-straved, so once you inititiate affection, he clings. Arm wrapped aorund your waist. Kisses on the side of your neck. Fingers laced together under the table. Constantly pulling your back to his chest if you stray a little to far.

extremely territorial over chores

You try to do the dishes after cooking, but he's eyeing you so bad. "You cooked. Go rest." You try to vacuum, and he already beat you to it. Not that he thinks he can do it better - never. He just wants to feel useful in the home he shares with you.

you hung the moon

You could be doing something so mundane - folding towels, brushing your teeth, laughing at some stupid tiktok - and he'll stop whatever he's doing to watch you with this soft, stunned look. like he st can't believe you let him stay.

gaslighter

You wake up freezing and he’s cocooned like a burrito? “That’s weird,” he mumbles, clearly sweating. “Must be the draft.”

you don’t notice his haircut

It’s a half-centimeter trim. You blink and suddenly he's quiet, eating cereal angrily, whispering “new hair, new me, same neglect.”

gets jealous, but doesn’t know what to do about it

He’ll just stand there glaring at whoever’s making you laugh a little too hard, arms crossed, jaw tight, like he’s trying to kill them with eye contact alone.

grumpy little observations

“That guy’s voice is annoying.” Translation: “Don’t talk to him, talk to me.” “You left your sweater again.” Translation: “It smells like you and I’m keeping it forever.”

overwhelmed by happiness sometimes

He’ll be brushing his teeth or tying his boots, and it’ll hit him—he’s loved. He’s safe.

never thinks he deserves you—but he protects you like he does

Baby running around with only a diapper laughing and Bucky chasing her

-Whats going on here ?

-Nothing doll i got it.

he says running and slipping on a toy falling down.

-Sure you do baby sure.

 You said laughing as you watch your babygirl run around in her nappy

Bucky sighs and gets up slowly putting his hands in his face in surrender.

-I cant make her put her clothes on  

You saw Ivy your 4 year old baby girl giggling and laughing while sprinting down the hallway clearly running away from the outfit in Buckys hand and Noah you 2 year old follownig her is fast as he could with his tiny little legs. Oh how muck you loved them, they were all your life along with Bucky ofcourse.

-Aw my poor baby come here. 

You say pulling him in for a hug and a sweet kiss

The kiss turns to a passion one in a matter of seconds but you stop him pulling away gently.

-Were gonna be late Buck

-I dont care, he said and pulled you again kissing you.

-Tonys gonna kick our asses if we dont go. You know that. You laugh a bit  

-Okayy.. He says pulling away kissing you one last time.

An idea pops to youu mind and its something Bucky cant say no.

-So i have an idea. If you put ivys and noahs clothes before im ready for the party we will leave early from the party and i will  

-Be you good girl tonight.

 you whispered that last part in his ear and kiss his ear in the end giving him that naughty smile you know he loves.

When Bucky hears that he eyes shines and cant contain the smile that crosses his face. He winks at you and sprints to find the kids.

-Ivy! Noah! We gotta get ready noww.

 he was searching and calling their names his voice so happy  

For the first time in a while, Bucky felt himself completely relax. You felt him sigh against your chest, and you could tell he was falling asleep. Then suddenly, Steve burst through the door of your room. Bucky immediately pushed himself off of you, lifting his head to see what the loud noise was. "Steve?" He groaned, rubbing the corners of his eyes. 

"Sorry, sorry," Steve panted, trying to catch his breath. His hands fell to his knees, trying to keep himself standing. "The guy escaped!" Bucky shuffled off of the bed to his feet, groaning in annoyance. 

"You let him escape?" He exclaimed, trying to control his anger.

"Well, I-"

"The guy that we have been trying to find," Bucky paused before continuing, "The entire day," He added, his voice growing louder. "Has escaped?" This time he was nearly shouting. You quickly got up from the bed, placing a hand on his back.

"Hey Buck, it's alright, we'll get him back." You said reassuringly, gently rubbing his back with your hand. Steve looked at the floor, unsure of what to say. 

"No, It's not alright, Y/N!" Bucky yelled, turning to his side to look at you. "It's been a long ass day, and all I want to do is go to bed with my girlfriend!" He turned back to Steve, running his hands through his long hair. "And I can't do that now, cause I have to go find this criminal!" He moved over to the bed, and sat down, groaning. You slowly sat beside him, placing a hand on his thigh.

"It's alright, Buck." You said. "Steve will go find the criminal, and you can go to sleep." 

"What!" Steve protested. You threw out a finger at Steve, not even looking at him, and signalled for him to be quiet. 

"Steve will go find him." You repeated, grabbing the side of Bucky's face gently. He sighed into your hand. You stood up and turned towards Steve, "better get going, Cap." Steve rolled his eyes at the two of you and left the room. You closed the door behind him before making your way back over to your boyfriend. The two of you gently fell back on the bed, moving to the same positions as before. His head was back on top of your chest, and you were running your fingers through his brown hair. 

You and Bucky both closed your eyes as you laid there together in silence, holding each other. You could feel Bucky's heart racing, trying to calm itself down but failing. "Y/N" He whispered, gently lifting and turning his head, trying to make his eyes reach yours. Your eyelashes fluttered as you opened your eyes, looking at the tired boy. "I can't sleep, will you sing for me?" He asked. He knew you hated your voice, but he loved it too much. You would usually laugh and say no to him, but he was so tired and so cute. It was impossible to deny his request. 

"Fine." You said, rolling your eyes with a smile. He smiled softly before turning his head back around and placing it on your chest once again. You thought of what to sing and only one song crossed your mind.

"Close your eyes, and I'll kiss you. Tomorrow I'll miss you, remember I'll always be true."

The song was 'All My Loving' byThe Beatles.It had been yours and Bucky's song for years. He loved the song, and so did you. The song had always meant something to you and him. You used to sing it to him when he couldn't sleep because of his nightmares, but those eventually faded and you stopped.

"And then while I'm away, I'll write home everyday, and I'll send all my loving to you."

The two of you had danced to it the day Bucky joined the Avengers officially. He was going through a phase of listening to popular songs from each decade, and was in his 60s songs era. He had asked to play the song, and then asked you to dance. The two of you moved slowly to the song, holding each other closely as you danced. It didn't matter that no one else was dancing, you just wanted to hold him.

"I'll pretend that I'm kissing, the lips I am missing. And hope, that my dreams will come true."

Bucky could feel the vibration of your gentle hums against his cheek, coming from your chest. He smiled softly at the sound of your angelic voice, and closed his eyes. It reminded him of when his mother used to sing him to sleep, way back in the 20s. 

Sitting on the chilled tile floor, you shut your eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, you felt the slight tremble of your body. Your heart fell into your stomach as you thought of thousands of different possibilities to thousands of different outcomes.

Leaning further against the tub, you heard your phone pinging. Tears prickled the ends of your eyes as you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. Rapidly getting to your knees, you lifted the toilet seat up before emptying the contents of your stomach. Your previously tied up hair becoming useful, once again.

A soft knock sounded through the door. "Y/N?" Bucky's voice called. "Are you alright? Can I come in?" His voice quickly becoming filled with concern.

"No!" You shrieked, taking some toilet paper and wiping your mouth. "Please don't come in here. Everything's fine!" You spoke, flushing the toilet.

With no response from the other side, you made your way towards the sink brushing your teeth. The timer on your phone going off, signalling five minutes have passed. Taking a shaky breath, you returned to your previous spot, leaning against the bath tub.

Glancing at the test between your hands, you weren't prepared for the answer at your fingertips.

Pregnant.

Tears began welling in your eyes, before they streamed down your cheeks. Your stomach began churning again. Clasping a hand over your mouth, you attempted to muffle the sobs that began escape past your lips.

"Y/N? What's going on?" Bucky questioned. "I'm coming in."

Before you could stop him, the bathroom door opened. Taking in your disheveled appearance on the floor, his heart fell into his stomach. Dropping to his knees beside you, he pulled you in towards his warm embrace. Tucking your head under his chin, he pulled you into his lap as he occupied your previous position leaning against the tub.

Sobs wrecked through your body as you began shaking. Bucky rubbed up and down your back, cooing slightly in your ear. Time had escaped you, as your eyelids began growing heavy.

"Bubba?" Bucky questioned softly. "Lets get you something to eat."

Nodding your head slightly, you hummed.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked gently. "If not, that's okay too. I figured you might want-"

"Bucky." You mumbled, leaning away from his chest looking in his eyes. "I'm pregnant." You sniffled.

"Are...Are you sure?" Bucky questioned furrowing his eyebrows together.

Lifting the pregnancy test in your hands, you showed Bucky the evidence. His jaw falling slightly, as he gazed between you and the test. He opened and closed his mouth a few times as shock still overwhelmed him.

"Lets get some food."

Nodding your head, you moved off of Buckys lap. Extending his flesh hand towards you, he gently pulled you up from the floor. Leading you into your kitchen, he began busying himself with getting food ready.

After eating in silence with Bucky, you moved to leave.

"Wait." Bucky mumbled.

Groaning, you turned to face him. "Look Bucky, I appreciate you being here with me...But i think you should go."

"Go?" He questioned furrowing his eyebrows, moving to stand.

"Please...Just, go." You spoke, holding your hands up slightly as you backed away.

Retreating into your bedroom, you made yourself into a blanket burrito closing the world out.

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"Is there a reason why you didn't want Barnes, here with you?" Natasha questioned as she pulled into a parking space.

You had asked her to take you to the OBGYN, not wanting to go alone.

"I mean, you two are practically conjoined at the hip." She spoke, getting out of the car.

Letting out a sigh, you knew she would question why you wanted her there instead of Bucky.

"I just didn't." You shrugged, making your way into the office.

Lifting your shirt, the sonographer placed gel on your stomach, before placing the transducer probe on top of it. The sound of a rapidly beating heart filled the room. Natasha gently grabbed your hand in excitement. Glancing up at her, you thought you could see a tear or two escape her eyes.

"Congratulations!" The sonographer spoke. "It's a little too early to tell the sex...But you get to take these sonogram photos home!"

As Natasha drove you home, you couldn't take your eyes off the photos. Your mind in a disarray of thoughts, as you couldn't fathom a tiny living human beginning to form inside you.

"Hey." She spoke softly, as she pulled in front of your apartment. "We're here."

"Th...Thanks." You stuttered, quickly placing the photos back in your purse. Opening the door, you were ready to get back into your burrito.

"Y/N?" She questioned.

You hummed as you leaned in slightly.

"You should really talk to Barnes." Natasha gave you a sorrow filled smile.

Nodding your head, you gave her a closed lip smile. Letting out a sigh, you knew that Natasha was right. Bucky is the only person you wanted around right now, and you had pushed him away.

Making your way back into your apartment, you sat on the couch. Pulling out the photos, you knew what you had to do.

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"Thanks for meeting me." You offered a fake smile. "Have a seat." You motioned to the unoccupied chair before you.

"Well, I must say." Y/Ex/N, gave you a toothy grin. "I was surprised when you called, and even more taken back when you said you wanted to meet." He smirked.

"Uh huh." You responded, dropping your gaze to your hands as you began picking at the skin around your nail bed. An anxious habit you had developed.

"So, what is it that you want to talk about?" He flashed you his infamous million dollar smile.

"Y/Ex/N..." Letting out a sigh, you needed to feel the relief that would come from your confession. "I'm pregnant." You blurted.

His face faltered. "That's impossible." He spat.

"Well...It happened." You shrugged keeping your gaze upon your fingers.

"That's not my baby." Y/Ex/N shrugged, crossing arms. "You must've cheated on me."

Glancing up, your jaw fell slack as your eyes widened. "I-"

"Whatever." He spoke, pushing his chair back readying himself to leave.

Tears began welling in your eyes as you were face to face with your worst nightmare.

Before you knew it, you had driven to a familiar neighborhood. Racing up the stairs to an apartment that felt as if it were your second home.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you knocked on the door.

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You wanted to call out his name, but your instincts told you to stay silent. The rational part of your brain tells you the shattering glass was likely the result of him dropping a glass while trying to get some water. But the other part of you, the part that has learned the world holds plenty of evil when you take off your rose colored glasses (or have them ripped off by someone else), told you the noise had nothing to do with your boyfriend or anyone who should be in your apartment. 

More shuffling, a heavy mass bumping into one of your end tables. The light pulls of the lamp sitting atop the table slapped the lamp rod, soft screams for help.

What if they already got to Bucky? As much as you could not stand to think about that, nothing else made sense. Bucky was home, and there was no way he would let an intruder fumble through your apartment for this long. If they could incapacitate Bucky, you had no chance. You rolled over the bed to his side, opening the top drawer of his nightstand. His gun stared up at you, and with a shaky hand you picked it up. Going back to your side of the bed, further from the door, you knelt behind the bed, your head barely showing above the top. You positioned yourself, hands holding the gun atop the mattress, aimed at the door. 

The doorknob shook, someone twisting from outside your room. With a slam the door opened and hit the wall. A scream left your lungs as you squeezed the trigger, and suddenly your body was shaking.

Your eyes flew open, only to be met with steel blue hovering above you. 

“(Y/n), are you okay? You were screaming in your sleep. I kept trying to wake you up, but I didn’t want to scare you more.”

His words were muted by your heartbeat echoing in your ears. Your hand flew up to his face, touching his cheek before tangling your fingers in his hair. Your mouth opened to respond, but the words were tangled in your throat.

“Babydoll, are you okay? Can you answer me?”

His eyes desperately searched your own for an answer, scanning the rest of your face and body for any insight into what you were feeling.

The best you could do was nod and hope he understood that physically you were fine, but your mind needed some more time. While you did not do this often, it was not the first time it had happened around Bucky. He understood how real nightmares can feel, and he had his own fair share of panic attacks. Of course he wanted to do whatever he could to help you, but even with his own experience, he always had to carefully navigate you during your panic attacks. Sometimes you needed him to hold you tight, close to his chest. Other times he could touch your shoulder and it would make everything so much worse. 

You closed your eyes and tried to take a deep breath. It was shaky, but you got some more air.

“There you go baby, keep breathing. Is it okay for me to touch you?”

Again you nodded, and he laid down behind you, gently pulling you towards his chest. Feeling his heart beat against you helped pull you back to center. Slowly you felt the muscles in your body relax, and so did Bucky. 

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly, and the vibration of his chest brought you comfort. 

Your voice was weak and hoarse, but you were able to force out a word for Bucky. “Yeah.”

“Bad dream?” You nodded, really not ready to have a conversation yet. Bucky could sense your still dissolving tension and pulled you a little closer.  One of his hands moved to your head, gently massaging your scalp and playing with your hair. “We can talk about it later, whenever you’re ready babydoll.”

Another nod.

“Do you want to try to go back to sleep?”

You nodded one last time against his chest. 

As terrible and realistic as that nightmare had seemed, you knew you were safe. Wrapped in Bucky’s arms, nothing could touch you.

“Sweet dreams (y/n).

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“I don’t like it!” you wine at him. Bucky takes the hat at the edges and pulls it down so it's covering your entire face. You let out a frustrated whine before he fixes the hat for you. When he lifts the hat to see your grumpy face, he lets out a laugh before you playfully smack his chest.

It had snowed the night before and when you woke up, all you wanted to do was go play outside in the snow with your boyfriend. He was reluctant at first but finally gave in on one condition: you had to dress warm so you didn’t get sick.

“You should wear one too.” You tell him.

“I don’t get sick like you do. You know I’m just trying to look out for you, plus you can pull it off way better than I ever could,” he tells you before giving you a quick peck on the nose. It’s hard to stay upset with Bucky when you know he’s right. Bucky opens his arms for a hug as you roll your eyes and smash your now extra-large body into his.

“Come on Buck, I’m getting hot. Let’s go have some fun.” You waddle to the front door and open it, a cold gust of wind blows in, helping cool your sweaty body.

This had been the first snowfall of the season and it has been a crazy blizzard, to say the least. The local kids had school off today and the snowplows were working overtime. Bucky was amused by you this morning as you watched the last of the snowfall lightly from the sky. When you had asked him if he wanted to go play outside in the snow with you after breakfast and he had agreed, your face had lit up with so much joy.

As soon as you step out the door, your foot slips a bit on the icy sidewalk and Bucky catches you as you fall back. He had warned you earlier about the slippery conditions but, of course, in all of your excitement, you had forgotten.

“Careful, doll, don’t want you hurting yourself,” Bucky warned you as he righted you up on your feet. You turned your head around to give him an apologetic smile before you carefully made your way into the snowy yard. He follows you, admiring the way your chubby form waddles through the snow. He’s too busy admiring you, he doesn’t notice when you turn around abruptly and hit him with a snowball right to his chest. “Oh, no you didn’t.” He smiles at you with a mischievous grin. Your eyes grow wide as you try your best to run away from him, but with the heavy snow boots and your oversize coat, he quickly catches up to you before pouncing on you as the two of you fall into the snow. The two of you laugh before he gets up, reaching out a hand to help you. Once you're upright, he brings his arms around you, giving you a quick peck on the nose as you smile up at him. You wriggle out of his grasp and stick your tongue out at him, trudging away to go walk in the street. The snow isn’t as deep here and you don’t have such a hard time moving your limbs. You look up towards the sky and open your mouth as tiny little snowflakes come to rest on your tongue. Bucky looks at you fondly, wishing the two of you could always be happy. Before he knows it, he’s walking out into the street to join you. Bucky grabs your waist from behind and twirls you around so your chest to chest. He slowly leans down to kiss you, gently brushing his lips against yours. You grin as he chuckles a bit before you shyly hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Ya ready to go back inside, baby?” he asks you as he rocks the two of you gently back and forth. You hum in agreement, but neither of you move.

“I love you.” You whisper softly to him.