◕✿ maybe you should have listened to everyone's warnings about the angel eyed man. maybe then you wouldn't be as heart broken as you are right now.
Run To You - @rosepetalsinwinter
◕✿ Where they find each other again, and nothing is as they expected.
Cold - @leascorner
◕✿ Bucky hated how your words sounded like a reassurance, like you were telling him again - because it wasn't the first time - that it was okay for him to be happy without you. He wished he could have fixed your heart, bring all the pieces back together. He wished he had been enough to fix you.
REDAMANCY - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ Just because something looks like it’s over doesn’t mean that it actually is.
What could've been? - @vdlest
◕✿ Bucky Barnes was your high school sweetheart, you two were the best couple back then, but he left you for his future. Eight years later, your assistant knocked on your office door and tells you that there's someone who wants to talk to you, turns out it's the man who broke your heart.
Marry Me - @a-bang-for-your-bucky
◕✿ Bucky gets the invitation to your wedding.
DIDN’T MEAN IT - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ You didn’t mean a word you said. But, once they come true, your life falls apart.
TREAT YOU BETTER - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ Falling in love with your best friend and getting to date them is a dream that did come true for you . Losing them as a lover and always being reminded that you'll never be anything more than that is a tragedy. The kind that you were currently living.
Lilac Wine - @nexusnyx
◕✿ Bucky lost the love of his life before Thanos snapped his finger. The only issue with the whole ‘moving on’ thing is: there is someone else who can bring her back. There’s somewhere he can go back to being happy in this world, and he isn’t above asking the Scarlet Witch for a place in it.
Brooklyn - @moodybluemoon
◕✿ After a heated argument that left both you and Bucky heartbroken, you have to act like nothing happened. Lucky for you, Bucky Barnes doesn't give up easily.
Barrister Beau's - @jadedvibes
◕✿ You and Bucky were rivals all throughout law school, but over time you became best friends and fell for each other. A miscommunication leads you to think Bucky is not interested in you so you stay friends. Bucky finally admits the truth when he sees you with another man. [Modern AU]
Closure - @sebystann
◕✿ Bucky never told y/n how he truly felt about her.
Revenant - @andiwanderer
◕✿ You were dead and you came back. Howbeit, Bucky is not delighted.
Say Something - @sweetheartybarnes
◕✿ You’re in love with your best friend, with the guy you worked so hard to have a friendship with only to find out he’s been dating someone.
NOT HIM - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ Bucky just wants you to open your eyes and see what’s right in front of you. He wants you to see him. Really see him.
Unrequited - @sebystann
◕✿ you know what it means, dont you
What’s Said and Unsaid - @pellucid-constellations
◕✿ A stupid text thread. Tires he didn’t switch out. The New York snow. All things Bucky Barnes wished hadn’t ruined Christmas.
heavy in your arms - @nexusnyx
◕✿ It was supposed to be an easy mission—as a trained spy, rarely do things happen without your predicted planning. No one can see true danger, though, and when it arrives, Bucky and the others feel the weight of their heart, realizing how much you’ve grown to mean for the team when they’re worrying for your life.
A Break in the Routine - @chrisevansjellybeans
◕✿ Bucky and reader meet up again after a bad breakup.
Someday We'll Know - @gimmesomebucky
◕✿ Bucky and you had a heated argument, and when your heads clear, you realize something that's been wrong all along.
Let Me Love You - @sebystann
◕✿ She believes no one can truly love her… because she made terrible mistakes in the past. But Bucky wants to love her, he wants to show her how it feels to be loved.
Five Moments in Time - @pellucid-constellations
◕✿ All of the moments in which Sergeant Barnes let the nurse on his unit know he’s not gonna stop trying to win her over. Even from beyond the grave.
For You - @fandoms-writings
◕✿ Bucky is in love with you, but that will have to wait until after he saves you.
happiness - @classylo
◕✿ there will be happiness after him, but there was happiness because of him. (loosely based on the song happiness by taylor swift).
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 - @buckycuddlebuddy
◕✿ ten days later, james barnes got a call from the police.
too late - @queenbean
◕✿ in which you want to confront bucky by trying to force his hand but instead get an unexpected response
WAITING FOR YOU - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ You waited for him but he changed his mind.
Stranger - @lostlover-1
◕✿ In a world where one word can erase all of the memories with any 2 people you choose, you choose to erase the 2 people you love the most.
The Sound of The Waves - @winterdrag0n
◕✿ Fate brought you to Bucky when you were sixteen, The Barneses fostered you and what followed was the best four years of your life. Tragedy drifted you apart from Bucky, and he left you. And now ten years later, you meet him again in the college reunion, only to find out he’d been in love with you the whole time.
maybe it could’ve been - @honeyhargreeves
◕✿ bucky invites you out for coffee, and it’s not to reminisce on the past.
Lucid - @babyboibucky
◕✿ You find it hard to move on from Bucky after the break-up.
GROUNDED (LUCID PART 2) - @babyboibucky
◕✿ Bucky listens to your voicemail.
the only one - @kinanabinks
◕✿ though you've long broken up, bucky is still the only one who remembers your special day.
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 - @buckyhoney
◕✿ roommate bucky who loves you
what more can i give - @honeyhargreeves
◕✿ bucky asks for more than you can give.
“Vilsen” - @lostinthoughtsandfeelings
◕✿ If we are Done! why am I still, Lost without you?
i shouldn’t have done it (but i read it in your letter) - @nsfwsebbie
◕✿ He says so many things to you, and different things to his friends. You want to reach out, but you choose not to say a thing.
please don’t take him (even though you can) - @nsfwsebbie
◕✿ She can have anyone she wants, but you can never love again. Not without him.
WATER UNDER THE BRIDGE - @peterpparkrr
◕✿ You’re in love with Bucky, but is he not in love with you?
DANCING ON MY OWN - @evescole
◕✿ you find yourself in a love triangle between natasha and bucky. it doesn’t end well. based off the song dancing on my own by calum scott.
DREAM - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ The dream you were living in finally comes to the worst end.
BURN - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ You reminisce the good and bad while getting closure.
WHIRLWIND - @turbolisedcomet
◕✿ The only comfort you have is the fact that you will be gone soon.
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FOREVER - @turbolisedcomet
summary: Owner of a bar full of criminals, maybe you shouldn’t be surprised when you’re the sole witness to a hydra hit. In comes Detective Barnes, the quick-witted, flirtatious cop who somehow became a regular at your misfit bar. When he takes it upon himself to ensure your safety off the books, you learn to rely on someone else for a change and find you don’t mind it at all. Not when it’s him.
pairing: detective!bucky x reader
word count: ~71,000
warnings: descriptions of violence, smut (parts will be marked with *), torture, a very flirty/protective bucky (bc it counts as a warning ok)
a/n: ok so this series is legit my baby so please be kind and show it love if you feel it 🌸Chapters and drabbles below the cut!
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Word count: 3.8k
Warnings: Mentions of alcohol/drinking, Mild language
a/n: Thank you guys so much for all the support on part one!! If you asked to be tagged and I missed you I am literally so sorry! Send me another message! Things are picking up ;)
Series Materlist // Main Maserlist
“How many times have I told you to bring a jacket to these things, Y/N? This is literally going on year three.” Nat’s voice carried through the parking lot of the stadium.
“I thought there was one in Thor’s car! He must have taken it out, I swear.”
The behemoth of a man walking ahead of you whipped his head around. “I would never! If a lady were to leave her belongings in my vehicle, I would keep them there.”
Thor was an international student, and notorious for his proper speech, but it still caught you off guard at times. “Thor, I know,” you hushed, “Play along, would you? Natasha’s going to kill me if she thinks I didn’t bring a jacket.”
“You know just because you whisper, doesn’t mean I can’t hear you. I’m right here.”
“Alright, so I didn’t bring a jacket. Who knew it’d be cold in the middle of November?” you feigned shock, following Thor into the athlete’s entrance of the stadium.
“Hm, I don’t know, maybe you? You’ve only been going to school here for three years. God, you drive me insane sometimes.”
Thor cut your bickering off, peeking his head through the locker room door. “I have brought the women with me. Are you all ready for them to enter?”
Summary: She broke his heart but you're not going to let her win. Bucky deserves the best and you're going to give it to him.
Pairing: Chubby Baker!Bucky x Reader, mentions of former relationship with OFC.
Word Count: 4K
Warnings: Smut, Oral (fem receiving), body shaming by OFC, language, mentions of insecurities. painful break up (not reader) bit angst, fluff. As always 18+ only.
A/N: Do not copy, rewrite, repost or translate my works. Comments and reblogs are welcomed. Beta'd by the lovely @deann and @makbarnes but all mistakes are my own.
A/N II: @star-spangled-bingo 2021 Squared filled: Curtain fic and @gotnofucks Body positivity challenge
"Wait till you try this. I think this is my best batch yet." Bucky promises as he pulls the tray out of the oven with his vibranium hand.
You cringe for a second before remembering that he can handle the heat.
You stretch, looking around the large bright kitchen. A fresh breeze floats through the open window carrying in notes of rain and freshly cut grass and the faint sounds of the neighbor's kids playing with their dogs.
Leaning back in your seat, you turn your gaze back to him, a faint smile on your lips as he blows on the pastries, cute little puffs he named after you.
His blue eyes shine under the soft yellow lights, an apron under the swell of his pudgy belly. He looks incredible, wearing only a pair of black boxers that stretch across the curves of his ass. His hair is pulled back into a small bun at the nape of his neck, and there's always something smeared across his cheek.
Yesterday, it had been red velvet frosting, and today, cherry.
Bucky scoops a puff on to a small white plate, grabbing a fork from the drawer. He beams, his entire face radiant as he walks towards you.
That's the look that makes your stomach twist and leaves you feeling dizzy.
Dating Bucky has been a dream. He's loving, kind and he looks at you with such love that you lose your breath just thinking about him.
According to him, you've improved his life in several ways; he swears his food tastes better now, that you somehow make his cakes perfect, his frostings sweeter, and well, he can’t look at a peach without grinning like a drunk-in-love idiot.
You’ve spent many late mornings and lazy afternoons watching him patter around the kitchen, listening to him explain his baking processes while you lounge in a chair.
You don’t understand half of what he’s saying, but he speaks with such passion, his hands animatedly flying in the air as he talks about chocolates, melting points, and the differences in pans.
Bucky has discovered early on that he loves to watch you eat. To be more specific, if it's his food. Only his food, if he’s being honest. He gets so nervous every time that his stomach plummets because he wants to make things for you.
Give you so many things.
Starting with your own custom-made pastry.
“Here, Peach, it just melts on your tongue,” his deep voice lowering to a near moan.
He slips the pastry into your open mouth, his thumb grazing over your bottom lip as you swallow. Oh, your eyes almost roll back in your head when the flavors explode on your taste buds. You’ve never tasted anything that wonderful.
“Oh my god, Bucky,” you gasp, leaning forward for more. “I-that’s so good! Can I have another?”
He grins, lopsided and wide, his heart thundering so hard it feels like it might fly out of his chest. Bucky will give you pastries as much as you want if you keep looking at him like that. He puts his all into his baking and the fact that you enjoy it makes him feel as if he can walk on air.
Bucky kisses your forehead as you chew, pushing away from the table, he slides on his sock-covered feet to the fridge. “What do you want to drink?”
“What do we have?” You giggle as he dances in front of the fridge, calling out options for you.
It’s hard to believe that the carefree man in front of you is the same one that was ashamed to remove his shirt a few weeks ago.
Bucky holds your hands at your sides, fingers laced between yours as he feasts between your thighs. He promised to make you come for him at least three times and you swear it’s been double that by now. His warm, wet tongue flicking over your swollen, sensitive clit over and over, sucking and pulling it into his mouth like he can’t get enough of you.
You moan incoherently, voice hoarse from begging and mewling, your legs limp around his broad shoulders. “Buc-Bucky, oh right there, Bucky,” you plead, feeling pressure build in your belly as his tongue traces patterns over you.
Bucky grinned, his face covered in your slick. He can’t remember the last time he had a better meal in his life. “That’s my girl, so sweet, need one more taste, just a little more,” he whispers before his lips wrap around your clit again. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream, back arching off the bed when he gently shakes his head, sucking so hard that you see stars.
Bucky groans actually groans deep and vulgar when you cum,and you feel it as your body explodes, waves of pleasure surging through you until you’re gushing on his beard. He eases up, nuzzling into your puffy folds as you come down from your high. Bucky looks up, his dark slate-blue eyes taking in your heaving chest, a bead of sweat rolling down your belly.
“One more?” he says hopefully, wanting to dive back into your pussy.
Your eyes widen as you frantically shake your head. “No. Oh no. Bucky, I can’t, I really can’t, I’m not sure I can handle any more.” You laugh breathlessly, tugging one of your hands free from his tight grip. You rake your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him. "Besides, I’ve been dreaming about you fucking me until I can’t walk.”
A faint blush sweeps across his cheeks as he averts his eyes. “Peach,” he mumbles shyly like he just didn’t spend the past hour worshiping your pussy with his mouth.
Bucky stands up, wiping a hand down his face. He stares at his glistening palm for a second, and then his pink tongue darts out, swiping across the wet surface. You wonder if he’s aware that he's moaning, your pussy throbbing at the guttural sounds.
“You’re filthy,” you jest when he does it again. His face gets even redder as he sucks on his finger.
“You taste better than my pies,” he retorts. “I could eat you all day, every day.”
“Tomorrow, for sure, but right now I want you inside me.”
His smile drops a little when you tell him to get undressed. He’s been dreading this moment, doing everything he can to avoid it. You scoot back on the bed, reaching out for him. Bucky looks down at his body, at his belly, his eyes narrowing, he scratches the back of his neck, telling himself he can do this.
He lifts the edge of his navy blue Henley, freezing when he hears her voice in his head. “Who would want a fatty? No one is going to love you looking like that.” Even now it stings thinking about her. Bucky glances over at you, his heartbreaking at the thought of you rejecting him.
Bucky drops his shirt and reaches for the lamp. “One second.” He says. An unmistakable hint of sadness in his voice has you sitting up. He’s never sounded like that before.
You tilt your head to the side, searching his face. “Bucky, what’s wrong?”
“Just gonna turn the lights off first.” The corner of his lips lifts in a weak, watery smile.
You move to your knees and grab his large hand before he can switch them off. “Why?”
Bucky swallows, “no reason, just like the lights off, 'is all.”
Bucky’s admittedly good at a lot of things, but lying isn’t one of them. He briefly meets your gentle gaze, worry and fear swimming in his beautiful clear blue eyes.
Placing your hands on his chest, you grab his chin. “Bucky, look at me.” He immediately follows your soft command. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
Bucky blinks, shaking his head, almost confused at the thought that you could do anything wrong. “No, no, you’re perfect! It’s me. I don’t wanna disappoint you.” His voice tapers off in a whisper, hearing her sharp laughter the last night they were together. “I know I’m fat, so it would be better if we turned off the lights, that way you don’t have to look at me. “
You stare at your generous, doting boyfriend. “Why wouldn’t I want to look at you?,” you question, befuddled because who on earth would jump at the chance to see a naked Bucky Barnes.
He shrugs a shoulder, his somber eyes drifting down. He grabs his belly and jiggles it. Another shrug followed by a quiet, “I look different with my clothes off.”
You crane your head back, “I love your belly, it’s perfect. Who made you feel like you have to hide it?”
Bucky sighs, rubbing his cheek into your palm. “My ex, Moxie- “
Bucky dated her two years ago. She latched on to him when he and Steve bought the bakery, wanting to be the girlfriend of the rising baking star.
Bucky slowly gained weight as he sampled his baking and designed dessert menus for local restaurants, his joy for baking expanding each day, finally getting to see his dreams become reality.
He hadn’t noticed the changes in his body until one night Moxie cruelly pointed them out.
He was getting ready for bed, eager to be with his girl after a full day of running around. He had been telling her about how another restaurant wanted his input, so excited to share his news that he didn’t notice the way she glared at him.
Tossing his shirt in the hamper, he turned to her and smiled, his hands on his belt. “I’ve been thinking about you all day baby, I can’t- “
Moxie sneered at him, pretending to gag. “Are you serious?”
Bucky’s brows furrowed. “Um, what?”
“Um, what,” she mocked, pulling the blanket up to her chest. There's a pause, tension seeping into the room. “You know what, I have to say it, I can't take this anymore James. Look at you and look at me, why the fuck would I let you touch me anymore?”
Moxie sighed, “can you put on your shirt back on or something because that- “she gestured at him “-is disgusting” She let out an irritated groan when he flinched at her words.
A punch to the gut would have hurt less. Bucky felt his heart split. “Moxie,” he whispered, unable to find words to express the pain currently ripping through him.
“Look, I didn’t sign up for this, you were in shape when we got together, what the hell happened to you? Why do you think I stopped letting you touch me.” She ranted, ignoring his soft pleas for her to stop.
“Either lose the weight or I’ll fuck Steve, at least he still looks good.” She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, yawning, “can you go somewhere else, I don’t want you accidentally rolling over me and squishing me in your sleep.”
His mouth floundered open, but he couldn’t speak. It all hurt too much, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, the air was too thick and his chest grew tighter with each breath; he needed to get away, terrified of what might happen if he cried in front of her.
Bucky shuffled out the room, his heart shattering with every step. He thought she was happy, that he made her happy. Her laughter following him out to the hallway made his head droop even more.
What did he do wrong?
He spent the night on the couch, staring at his old pictures through tear-filled eyes, Bucky always had a little fullness to him, but he was always happy with his body. And he had been having so much fun with the grand opening and all the new opportunities that he never noticed that he stopped needing belts and his shirts were a little snug over his belly.
Bucky called Steve, his best friend fuming when he told him what happened. By the time he was done speaking with him, Bucky felt a little better, his heart may have been in pieces but he knew what he needed to do.
He kicked her out the next morning.
Much to Moxie’s surprise and Bucky's. He may be chubby but he's not going to be her pushover either.
Bucky ignored her apologies and said she had to go. It shocked her when Steve had shown up with a roll of garbage bags, tossing them at her feet with a sharp quip that he doesn’t fuck losers. Both men stood side by side, watching silently as she packed her belongings.
The only things she left behind were his broken heart and a few nagging insecurities that plagued him.
He finishes, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of his confession, you want nothing more than to stamp out the sadness marring his beautiful eyes.
“I thought she loved me but--“ he sighs, “--I don’t want you to look at me the way she did, I love you too much, Peach, and I know I should probably lose a few -”
You’ve never been angrier in your life. You want to punch little Ms. Moxie in her throat, she better hope she never runs into you because they will have to pry you off of her.
Clearing your head, you clasp his face in your hands and pull him down for a kiss. “Bucky Barnes, you are the sweetest man I know, you’re beautiful and I love everything about you.”
You silence his objections with another kiss. “I mean it Bucky, I love all of you. You don’t need to change anything.”
Bucky swallows the small protest, letting himself relax. You’re not her, you won’t hurt him. Placing a kiss on his soft, round belly, you murmur, “you have no idea how sexy you are, honey.”
You stand on the bed, holding on to his bicep for balance, and tug his shirt off. Looking down at him, you bite your lip. He’s ridiculously handsome and you’re going to prove it to him.
You pepper kisses along the curve of his neck as you sink back down, praising him and telling him how much you love him, describing in vivid detail how each part of his body is perfect.
His confidence and love for you growing with each word. By the time you reach the band of his boxers, he panting, his eyes darkening with an almost feral need to possess you.
Bucky tears off the last barrier keeping you from him and he pounces. You giggle as he pushes you into the soft blankets, the solid, comforting weight of his body encompassing you as he kisses you with such passion you forget to breathe. His warm lips melding into yours, his wet tongue dipping into your mouth, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue as it dips into your mouth.
Bucky reaches down with one hand, grabbing his cock, his other hand cupping the back of your head as he deepens the kiss. He breaks the kiss, resting his forehead on yours so he can gaze into your eyes. Bucky watches your mouth fall open, a gasp pouring out when he guides his thick cock into you.
He rolls his hips, moving deeper into your wet, hot heat. “That’s it Peach, you’re so good,” He brushes his lips across yours, swallowing your oh Bucky as he stretches your tight pussy around him. The slight burn gives aways to pure bliss, you circle your hips after a minute. A quiet I’m ready breathed into his mouth.
Bucky thrusts languidly into your pussy, each deliberate slow drag of his throbbing cock against your soft walls sends bursts of pleasure up your belly and down your spine. His lovemaking tender, yet so possessive that your head is reeling.
He makes sure that you feel all of him, each inch as you clench down, greedy for more of him, even as he goes deeper and deeper, his soft lips caressing your neck. His body keeping you pinned, so you have to take everything he’s giving you.
That pressure builds again, heavy and hot in your belly, digging your heels into the top of his thighs, you meet his strokes, pleading with him to please move a little faster, you need it so bad.
You don’t have to beg; he wants you to cum for him; he wants to feel your sweet pussy flutter around him as you cry out his name.
Bucky sucks a bruise on your throat, his hips pounding into yours. The headboard smacking against the wall with each powerful thrust. The dull thuds drowned out by your loud moans, the pressure getting more intense.
“Bucky,—” you cry out, scratching his lower back when he grinds his hips down, “—oh fuck, do that, do that again,” you frantically chant, slapping your hands on his ass, keening when he does, god yes, he does it just right, hitting a tender spot inside your cunt so hard that you bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.
“That it Peach, is that what you need.” He slips a hand between your bodies, his wide fingers circling your clit, “Go on, cum for me, give it to me Peach, be my good girl, and cum for me.”
You do, your walls clenching down as the pressure snaps, sensations firing off as your orgasms winds through you. Bucky’s pace falters, becomes erratic when he feels you milking his cock, unable to hold himself back any longer he lets himself go, relishing in your warmth until he spills inside you.
He tries to roll off of you, but you wrap your arms around him, murmuring for him to stay for a minute. You smooth your hands over his slick back, Bucky relaxes on top of you, grinning at your contented sigh. “I love you Peach.”
“Love you too,” you respond, plotting all the ways you’re going to let him know how much he means to you.
After that night, you began to praise Bucky, complimenting his body every chance you got, smacking his ass whenever he walked past you, hugging and kissing him.
The first couple of weeks, he would hide his face behind one of his large hands and his cheeks would resemble one of his bright red apples. “Peach, you don’t have to, I mean I’m-” he would stammer each time, always tucking his hair behind his ears.
It took you three days to figure out that he has a praise kink and you amped it. He barely opened his eyes before you were saying something that made him hide his face behind his pillow, laughing when you wiggled under it to tell him how good he looks when he smiles.
While you loved making him blush, you cherished how confident he became. And you reaped the benefits, one second he was a bashful baker with buttercream frosting on his forehead, the next he was bending you over his counter, railing you so good you couldn’t even scream his name.
After a while, he stopped avoiding the bathroom mirror in the mornings. And you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, the first time you saw him cooking, shirtless, in the kitchen. He turned when he heard your footsteps, his face turning that familiar shade of red as you openly gawked.
“C’mon Peach, don’t you start-” he playfully grumbles, his lip twitching as he held in his smile, he moved back to the frying back, turning off the stove as he braces himself.
You squeal, flinging yourself at him, peppering his back with kisses. You couldn’t contain the litany of praises on your tongue, so proud of him. Bucky twisted in your grasp, cupping your face in his hands. “God I love you Peach.”
Bucky and Steve are celebrating the grand opening of another bakery. The largest one to date. The new building is full of investors, press, other bakers and chefs, a live band playing in the corner, drinks, and food everywhere, and of course the tower of desserts in the middle of the room. The atmosphere light and airy, glasses clinking, people dancing and every kind of cake, pies, and pastry imaginable on silver platters through the room.
You’ve never had so much fun, although a slightly buzzed Bucky is having an even better time because you’re wearing one of his favorite dresses. You remember when he first saw you in it, you twirled out of the dressing room and he nearly lost it in the middle of the store.
The more he celebrates, the more he’s giving you that look. Steve has to keep interfering, he’s close to going feral in front of all his guests.
Steve sent him to the kitchen after he caught him trying to put his hand between your thighs. You’re laughing as a contrite Bucky gets up from the table to refill the rapidly diminishing display.
“You know I’ve known Buck my whole life and I’ve never seen him this happy.” Steve remarks as he takes a seat across from you. His warm blue eyes glistening. “Thank you for that. He’s been through a lot and you’re the best thing that happened to him.”
Your cheeks get heated at his words. Steve leans forward, holding your hand between his. “I mean it, even though he’s getting on my last nerve talking about you.“
Steve squeezes your hand as he looks up at the ceiling for a second. “God, the man never shuts up, and I’m this close to strangling him if he compares you to another peach, but I love-“
He cuts off, his head jerks back so fast, you think something struck him. “What the fuck is she doing here?”
You turn around in your chair, searching the crowded room. “Who are you talking about?”
“Moxie,” Steve spits out, his hand curling into a fist. “White dress by the bar.”
You find her flirting with one of the investors. Moxie puts her hand on his chest, her shrill laugh cutting through the surrounding conversations. Whatever she tried fails spectacularly. The tall, sturdy blonde grimaces and walks away. You would almost feel bad if you didn’t want to slam her face into the wall.
She spots Steve and waves, making her way through the crowd. “Hey, long time no see.”
Steve raises a brow, his eyes hardening. “Why are you here?”
She laughs, patting his shoulder. “I’m here to apologize to Bucky, I know he misses me, he must be lonely.”
“Really?” you question, keeping your voice light and even.
Moxie dismissively glances at you before returning her attention to Steve. You chuckle under your breath, tapping your heel on the floor.
Don’t ruin your man’s event. Don’t ruin your mans’ event. You repeat the thought as you inhale through your nose.
“So I heard you two are doing really well.” She says, her manicured nails roaming over Steve’s suit. “Really well.”
Steve flicks her fingers off him, “We are. No Bucky’s not lonely. He doesn’t miss you. He’s very happy. With her.”
Moxie’s polite veneer cracks when Steve points at you. Waving your fingers at her, you grin at her. “You go near my Bucky and I’ll rip that cheap necklace off and shove it down your throat.”
She turns to Steve, gesturing to you as if she's the innocent one here; he raises his glass, blowing a harsh breath through his lips. “Don’t look at me, I still don’t fuck losers, but I’ll call if you if that changes.”
You laugh in your empty glass when she sputters. She turns to you, hand on her hip. You slowly raise your eyes, returning her stare. Part of you wanting her to do something, so you can wipe the smirk off her overly painted face.
“Whatever, I don’t need this. Keep the fattie. I can find another rich loser like that.” She snaps her fingers, storming over to the bar. You blink a few times in disbelief. The audacity of this bitch, thinking that she can stay and mingle at his event.
You're debating if you should have her thrown out by one of the staff or if you should drag her out by her hair.
You look her up and down as you ponder your choices, pausing when you see the edge of a tag sticking out the back of her dress. Hmm, interesting. She must plan on returning it after tonight.
A devious smirk slowly takes over your face, you know exactly what you’re going to do to little Ms. Moxie.
You glance at Steve, picking up his wineglass. Steve shakes his head while grabbing your hand. “Hey hey, I know what you’re thinking, and no.”
Before you can say anything, he’s pouring more burgundy wine into the glass until it’s nearly sloshing over the sides. “If you’re going do it, you gotta do it right.”
You exchange knowing glances. No one hurts Bucky. You saunter over to her, keeping your hand steady, not wanting to lose a single drop on the floor.
“Hey Moxie,” you call out. She turns around and you ‘trip’ over your heels, the deep red liquid flying forward in a perfect arch, splashing across her ivory dress, her face and you even got some in her hair.
“Oops, gosh, I am so clumsy,” you state, hiding your grin as she shrieks.
Steve jumps up, offering to help before she can swing at you. “I got you, darling.”
He places a hand on her back, quickly ushering her away “a little club soda will get that right out,” he reassures a pouting, whining Moxie.
He's lying through his teeth, that stain will never come out. Steve gets a peek at the price tag, almost laughing at the $899 imprinted on the card. He maintains his façade, leading her through the room, he stops, giving her a wide smile.
“And you can find some at the drugstore down the street.” He states, opening the front door and pushing her out. Her indignant shouts cut off when he slams the door in her face.
You throw your head back and cackle, startling some guests around the bar, you apologize for your outburst between fits of laughter, wiping the tears pricking at your eyes. You wave down the amused bartender, placing an order for you and Steve.
Steve joins you, raising his fresh glass of wine in a toast. “No one fucks with Bucky.”
"No one."
Neither you nor Steve realizes Bucky saw the whole thing. He ducks back into the kitchen, clutching the tray of Cannelés to his chest. For weeks after the breakup, he had rehearsed what he was going to say that next time he came face to face with Moxie.
But what you and Steve did was even better, the love of his life and his best friend always looking out for him.
Loving him unconditionally.
And just like that, the last traces of his insecurities vanished.
Later that night, you fall asleep with your head on his shoulder. He smiles at your hand on his belly. He places his large hand over yours, wondering how he got so lucky to have you.
And if Steve would kill him if he named another dessert after you.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
in which bucky barnes confronts a marriage that was never supposed to happen, a past that won’t stay buried, the adoption of a dog with the most ludicrous name he’s ever heard, and an unexpected amount of feelings for one sam wilson. kate bishop features heavily in this production.
or: the post-tfatws sambucky fic where they accidentally get married and adopt a dog together and bucky maybe learns how to use facebook
pairing: sam wilson/bucky barnes, side kate bishop/america chavez
Since a lot of people seem to be climbing aboard this ship thanks to The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, I’ve tried to compile a list of sambucky fics (both old and new) that I love. And also, I am including my own stories, because what is tumblr if not a place for self-promotion?
I’ve tried to tag authors on tumblr, so if I recced your story but didn’t tag you, let me know!
TFATWS-Compliant (I need more of these btw)
Pick Me Up and Dust Me Off (T)
Bucky asks Sam for a favor.
#notmycap (T)(Gen)
In which Bucky fully embraces the 21st century and is a salty bitch on Twitter.
Fill the Hole in My Heart (NR)
Bucky dives into the world of online dating. The girls are nice, but there seems to be something missing. When he goes to Louisiana to meet Sam and his family, he realizes what that something was.
if you leap i’ll come (falling too) (E) by @coffeeinallcaps
“It doesn’t mean anything,” Sam agrees, suppressing a shudder as Bucky presses an open-mouthed kiss to his throat. He shoves his hands under Bucky’s shirt, feels the muscles of his back work. “And it doesn’t have to happen again.”
But it does happen again. And again. And—
Stuck On You (You Suez, You Luez) (E)
Sam and Bucky’s mission was simple: stowaway on a ship suspected of weapons-smuggling in the Suez, gather enough intel to report back, and hop off again in Port Said. Something gets in the way, and a day-long recon session turns into a week of chess, bickering, semi-successful movie references, and trying not to go slowly insane.
authors note: hi!! i haven’t been very active and i apologize but it’s been very unmotivating for me when nobody has commented or interacted with my stories. i will probably be discounting the “gone” series until i feel motivated to continue. but i hope you enjoy this blurb i love you all goodnight <33
he’s literally such a teddy bear
he loves playing with your hair
he learned how to braid it and now that’s all he ever does (obviously you braid his all the time)
you were very sad when he cut his hair
but he promised he’d grow it back out for you soon enough
“i promise doll it’s just temporary okay?”
“ugh fine but i still miss it.”
he has a beautiful singing voice
and it puts you right to sleep
especially when he sings in russian OMG
he loves spending time with you and adores you
your always their for him when he has nightmares and he appreciates you so much for it
he’s very protective over you and constantly checks in when your on a mission or just simply running an errand
having deep conversations with him is your favorite thing to do at 2am
talking about your future together
you and sam would be best friends and constantly pick on and prank bucky
he acts like he hates it but he secretly loves it
“SON OF A BI- AGAIN Y/N????!!”
“IT WASN’T ME THIS TIME IT WAS SAM!”
“AH YOU LITTLE!!” *starts chasing sam around the house*
“Y/N I HATE YOU WHY DID U RAT ME OUT!!” *as he’s running for his life from bucky*
as you sit their and just laugh
also you guys both DESPISE john walker
you both constantly are making sarcastic comments to him
like.....
and you saying “you got this dude” knowing he definitely does not got it
okay now we’re going back a bit to infinity war
sorry for the mixed up chronological order it’s literally 1am i just finished watching snl and i can barely see straight so...
you were completely heartbroken when he got snapped in the blimp
it was the worst 5 years of your life literally ask any of the avengers they could tell you
when bucky came back you couldn’t stop crying
you guys spent a couple days together just appreciating each other
and then you had to go back to saving the world....
Unpopular opinion: The therapy scene isn't annoying because Bucky is making it all about him.
It's annoying because the fandom is making it all about him. They are in therapy, Bucky is supposed to make it all about himself, talking about his struggles even if that makes him a little bit selfish, and Sam is supposed to do the exact same thing.
I absolutely loved the scene when Bucky said that if Steve was wrong about Sam, then he was wrong about him too, it showed us why Bucky was so affected by Sam decision. It was so emotional. Was it selfish? Yes. Did he stop for a minute to think about Sam's feeling and why Sam would do that? No.
But that's also what therapy is for, exploring your feelings however selfish they may be. Besides, it opened the dialog with Sam, and we, as viewers, get to unferstand why Sam did what he did, even if he was not 100% explicit about it. And eventually, Bucky himself realized that he had hurt Sam. I wish we got to see a little bit more of Sam's point of view in the interview.
But the fandom isn't like that, all over twitter all I can see is poor Bucky, Bucky pics, gifs of that scene with crying emojis and all that. Yes, poor Bucky, yes, poor Bucky, but where are the poor Sam posts?
And you know what, Bucky had one heavy and emotional scene in the episode, but for Sam the whole episode was heavy and emotional, first having to deal with the aftermath of the shield being given away to some random dude, Bucky coming back only to throw accusations at him, meeting Isaiah, and then the police scene. The problem isn't the writing, or the episode focusing on Bucky's struggles because it really didn't. The problem is the fandom.
It would have been completely unbelievable for me, if Bucky understood Sam's struggles right away, and what Sam was dealing with, when most of the time, our white friends are completely delusional when it comes to the topic of racism. At least I know that my friends are...
Most of the time, shows or movies with interracial couples rarely explore the cluelessness of the white partner when it comes to dealing with racism, but in real life, most of the time that's how it goes. Even when couples that have been together for years.
I like that the FATWS is exploring that. I know know they're not a couple, but bear with me. In episode 1, we already saw what kind of prejudice Sam is dealing with and then in season 2 it becomes even more obvious. The police scene was heartbreaking but also infuriating, because we know that this happens in real life as well.
When they were arguing, the police officer assumed Sam was the one causing trouble and already had his hand on his gun, ready to draw it. But when he realized who it was, and then that Bucky should be the one to be arrested he was very calm about it. The most infuriating patt is thinking about what would have happened if Sam wasn't the Falcon.
And the worst part is that Bucky probably thought nothing about it, or at least didn't seem to understand the heaviness of the situation, just telling Sam to give his ID, not challenging the poilce about why they would need his ID in the first place, and maybe not understanding how this could be humiliating for Sam.
In just 2 episodes, we already have a fully fledged Sam Wilson character with more personality and character development than half of the other MCU superheroes, how can you not feel for Sam? Or think Bucky deserves a hug and then nothing for Sam??? This episode physically hurt me because it was so realistic.
It hurts me how it resonates with reality, no matter what Anthony does, going to one of the best schools out there, starring in Award winning movies, going from being the Black best friend to being freaking Captain America, the fandom always seems to make it about Sebastian first.
It doesn't matter to them that the show is about both of them, or that Anthony is playing the very first Black and American superhero who is actually a lead and not a side character in decades (sorry Halle Berry, I love you, but catwoman doesn't count).
Somehow we manage to make it all about Sebasian Stan and Bucky Barnes.
And why is that? Because... Say it with me : the fandom is racist...
The problem isn't Bucky, the problem isn't the show, the problem is the fandom.
This is possibly the best way I’ve seen this scene put into perspective. I love coming on here and seeing the different options on scenes, and seeing people discussing these topics that should be talked about. Even if some of them are a bit odd. The discussion about it, and the ability to correct people are maybe change their perspective is powerful. To help them understand and rethink. With understanding these scenes in tv shoes and movies like this we can relay them into the real world and go through that same evaluation. It helps us become better and think deeper, as you’ve seen your favourite characters go through the same thing and hurt because of the same reasons. That’s why it’s important that producers and directors go into depth of global troubles and current turbulence in the world.
5 Times Bucky Fell And Sam Caught Him (ao3) - annhamilton
Rating: General
Summary: ….plus the one time he didn’t.
And If I Could Stop The Clocks (Make This Moment Mine) (ao3) - geckoholic
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Caught in a snowstorm after a botched mission, Bucky and Sam find shelter in an abandoned farm house and proceed to make the most out of a shitty situation.
at the end of the war (what’s mine is yours) (ao3) - notcaycepollard
Rating: Mature
Summary: They don’t talk about it: that’s how it works.
can’t get home on your own (ao3) - mercaque
Rating: Teen And Up
Summary: Turns out, being seated next to this asshole on the flight from Chicago to D.C. might be one of the best things ever to happen to him.
gator around the warm beds of beginners (ao3) - napricot
Summary: “What no one told you about miraculously coming back from the dead was how it was a total goddamn shitshow. Because yeah, Sam was alive, and yeah, the apocalypse had been averted, sort of—he wasn’t clear on if it counted when the apocalypse had still happened but all the people who’d died came back. But at his last count, Sam had lost: five years, two best friends, a home and/or place to live, practically all of his stuff, and—okay, this one wasn’t so bad—his fugitive status. Sam had gained: Captain America’s shield and Bucky.”
How Sam and Bucky get by, after Thanos is defeated. Or: the story of how two idiots become roommates, partners, friends with benefits, and maybe something more, if they could just stop being so oblivious, while they wait to find out if their Steve’s ever coming back from his trip through time.
ghosts that we knew (ao3) - wilsonsnest
Rating: Teen And Up
Summary: Sam (reluctantly) agrees to do a commission for Steve’s rich but extremely reclusive friend, James Barnes.
Sam just stared at the other man, the feeling of being watched suddenly overcoming him. God, what kind of weirdo didn’t even come to greet their guests? It was one thing to be a rich recluse, but another thing to just completely ignore people wandering around your house.
“Steve, this is really weird.” Sam stressed. “This isn’t weird to you?”
Hairpin Turns (ao3) - CocoBadShip
Rating: Mature
Summary: AKA 5 Times Sam Wilson Didn’t Realize Bucky Barnes Was In Love With Him (+ 1 Time He Did)
If You’re Reading This (ao3) - keire_ke, thisiswhatthewatergaveme
Rating: Mature
Summary: Bucky comes in from the cold and stumbles into…
A) an okay life.
B) a tenuous friendship.
C) something more.
D) a wedding.
E) All of the above.
Most days, happiness feels like a test. But he’s trying, and trying to try, and that might make a difference.
I’ll explain everything to the geese (ao3) - napricot
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.
It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?
it’s in the weight he does not carry (ao3) - Akaihyou, HeyBoy, Someone_aka_Me
Rating: Teen And Up
Summary: Wherein Bucky is jealous of himself, the other Bucky is very confused, and Sam is frequently exasperated. Featuring time travel, kidnappings, and way too much discussion of destiny, love, and the self.
minor inconveniences (ao3) - tennou
Rating: Explicit
Summary: Bucky and Steve swap bodies while on a mission. Things are understandably strange for Sam when his partner (Bucky, now in Steve’s body) tries to be affectionate with him.
not an end, but (the start of all things) (ao3) - notcaycepollard
Rating: Mature
Summary: They keep driving, for lack of anything better to do. A mission, Sam had said, and maybe that’s true; maybe wherever they’re headed is the way out, the way up.
nothing like a princess (ao3) - napricot
Rating: Teen And Up
Summary: Sam Wilson’s fugitive life, post-Accords: taking refuge in a kingdom that might as well have been magical, in a sprawling palace set against beautiful mountains and jungles, where there was a handsome man cursed and trapped in a deathly sleep in a glass coffin, and a kind and just king who was working to heal him, and a stalwart warrior from a far-off time who wouldn’t leave his cursed friend, and, hell, Sam even knew a witch. Surely Sam could be forgiven if his thoughts turned to fairy tales and Disney movies.
Bucky’s kind of like a Disney princess. Sam would maybe like to be Prince Charming.
playing by the rules (ao3) - wilsonsnest
Rating: Explicit
Summary: “We’re on a mission.” Sam started again, his mouth feeling dry. He had never felt so awkward in his own skin as he did now.
“Hmm.” Bucky grunted, a non-answer before he picked up the remote and flicked the television on, leaning back against the pillows.
“Bucky, you gotta help me out here. If something happens–”
“Sam.” Bucky said sharply. His eyes cutting away from the tv fix him with a hard stare. “You’ve got two options. I’m not gonna decide for you, because you’re a grown man and know what’ll happen either way. Make a decision.”
surprise (ao3) - ragnarokdad
Rating: Teen And Up
Summary: Sam finds a picture of Bucky in his 1940’s uniform, and discovers that he looks really, really good in it.
taking shots (ao3) - wilsonsnest
Rating: General
Summary: Sam learns three things about Bucky - he can keep a secret, he might be a genius and he knows how to take some good shots.
Talk to Me (ao3) - bioloyg
Rating: Teen And Up
Summary: Sam finds himself hurt after a mission. Badly. But, when he gets back it seems he isn’t the only one walking around with some bruises.
The Lion Sleeps Tonight (ao3) - prettylittlementirosa
Rating: Mature
Summary: Sam’s too cold to be embarrassed by how quickly he scrambles to get in there. It’s a tight fit, getting two grown men into one regular sized sleeping bag, but they make it work. Bucky shifts this way, Sam slithers that way. Bucky pulls Sam flush against his chest, Sam tries not to dwell on it. Bucky breathes hot air onto Sam’s exposed neck, Sam tucks his ice-cold toes in between Bucky’s legs. Bucky sighs contentedly, Sam wills his dick into submission.
(Or 5 times Sam and Bucky are forced to share a bed + 1 time they choose to.)
The Promise Ring (ao3) - OriginalCeenote
Rating: Mature
Summary: “It’s my turn with the scanning gun. Give it here.” Sam made grabby hands for it, but Bucky snatched it back with a chiding look.
“Only if I get to register for the Snuggie.”
Sam’s expression flattened. “Barnes. No.”
under the light of a thousand stars (ao3) - glittercake
Rating: Mature
Summary: “Hey… Hey Sam.” Sam squints at him and groans, “There’s a cafe up the road, I’m gonna get us some breakfast.”
Sam checks his phone, “It’s six… In the morning, Barnes. What the fuck, man?”
Bucky frowns at him, “So?”
“We’re at a bed-and-breakfast. And I know you’re still grasping the 21st century and all, but this implies that they give you a bed and a breakfast.” Sam whips the covers open, almost smiles when he looks Bucky up and down were it not for him trying to act serious, “Plus… were you just gon’ go out in your Wakanda print jammies?“
the sambucky renaissance is almost among us and i’m psyched. this is going to be my living masterpost of my fav fics (tbh this is mostly for me) i’ve honestly been reading and rereading these since,,, well civil war.
warm blood (feels so good, i can’t control it anymore) by @notcaycepollard - this has been a long time fav. bucky can’t regulate his temperature and of course sam is going to help him.
fall in the winter, bloom in the spring by @coffeeinallcaps - everyone is recovering in their own ways post civil war. i love the progression of sam and bucky’s relationship in this. it feels so right and natural.
i’m in the wrong place to be real by hermionesmydawg on ao3 - sam, bucky, and steve in a farm/safe house. honestly this is one of my all time favorites and a go to comfort read. i love how everyone is written in this, it’s how i see the three of them
you’re stuck in my head (stuck on my heart, stuck on my body) by @notcaycepollard (again) (i love your work) - this is one of the most beautiful sambucky fics i’ve ever read. sam and bucky in a safe house with a few excursions for tattoos. pls read this.
within me, and invincible summer by @notcaycepollard (ok you might end up being 80% of this list) - this fic explores sam’s experiences post civil war in such a thoughtful depth. bucky takes care of sam. need i say any more ?
FALCON & BUCKY™ by Machinebender on ao3 - the tiger and bunny au i didn’t know i needed !! tldr: heroes exist in a competitive corporate sponsored world and everything is televised. do yourself a favor and read this one ! it’s a great take on superheros and on sambucky
anyway enjoy these and i’ll def be adding on once i get to reading newer fic.
The Golden Globes did a segment with children where La'Ron Hines asked them about things in popular culture. They gave the typical cute kid answers, since they didn’t actually know.
Then they were asked “Who is Chadwick Boseman?” And they all knew. Every single one.
