I write mainly for Bucky Barnes and other Sebastian Stan characters, Steve Rogers, and MCU characters in general. I am planning on branching out and writing for more characters.
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Requests are CLOSED (for now), and my taglist is FULL.
Drabbles now have their own section in this masterlist
(Updated 12/31/2022)
Bucky Barnes (Comfort)
Newest fic: This Heart of mine - Bucky comforts a reader with P.O.T.S.
Depression/Anxiety
Come Back Home
Where’s my White flag?
Take the Pain away - also includes drug addiction
It Shouldn’t Happen to Me
Never free of myself - also includes self harm
I can’t be alone right now - also includes self harm
Let me In
Happy Pills
You’re my priority
All I ever do is run
I swear, I’m fine
Burnout
I wasn’t there - also includes self harm
It’s called empathy - comfort for being highly sensitive
You’re nothing like her - comfort for panic attack/parent issues
You owe them nothing - comfort for parent issues/gaslighting
There was nothing you could have done - comfort for flashbacks after a mission goes sideways
Overnight - comfort for depression and suicidal thoughts
Eating disorder
I Don’t Hate You Like I Hate Myself
What’s going on with you?
Why do you bother with me?
Running on Empty
You Aren’t Somebody?
Maybe One Day
Other
This Heart of mine - Bucky comforts a reader with P.O.T.S.
Empty Words - you go through a break up and Bucky comforts you
If I were someone else - reader and Bucky have feelings for each other, both too insecure to say anything
Just give me more time - reader has a near death experience and shuts Bucky out
I am my worst enemy - No reader, Bucky’s internal thoughts between TWS and CACW
I’m Dangerous - Reader comforts Bucky after a nightmare
We Need You - Bucky comforts a reader with imposter syndrome
You won’t like what you see - comfort for insecurity about stretch marks
One a Day - Bucky noticed you stopped taking your meds
Without You - reader takes risks on missions to protect others, but Bucky isn’t happy about it. One day you get really hurt and Bucky has to process it , and he’s not doing well.
Bucky Barnes (Fluff)
You’re not going to work - Bucky wants cuddles
PMS for Please Make it Stop - Bucky comforts a reader through her period
His whole world in his hands - Bucky holding his child for the first time.
Tickled Pink - Bucky tickles your smile out of you
Baking (fails) with Bucky - Bucky tries (and fails miserably) to bake
40′s Bucky
Are you looking down upon me? - You’re Bucky’s girlfriend in the 40′s and are devastated by his death. Until the winter soldier comes for you
How do I do this without you? - You’re Bucky’s sister trying to cope with the loss of your brother
Coney Island - your last date with Bucky before he ships out with the 107th
Bucky Drabbles
Bucky comforting you through a bad night
Watching the sunset with Bucky
Dancing in the Kitchen with Bucky
Bucky comforting insecurities
You comforting Bucky
Morning cuddles with Bucky
40s Bucky encouraging you to open up
New Year’s resolutions with Bucky
Steve Rogers
You saved me - reader gets snapped away by Thanos and is reunited with Steve in 2023
I didn’t have the right words to say - comfort for depression/self harm
Am I wrong? - comfort for depression/trust issues
Just let me go - comfort for suicidal thoughts
Sebastian Stan
You just have to keep trying - includes eating disorder
But words can never hurt me - in which reader is an actress and hate messages get to her. Includes self harm
Don’t let me forget - you break up with Sebastian and then regret it
I wanna dance with somebody - in which you get Sebastian to try a new type of workout
One Step at a Time - includes eating disorder
Lance Tucker
I got your back - includes eating disorder
I was never good enough for you - includes self harm
Everything I wanted to be - daughter reader comfort for nightmare
Stucky
Emma - Based off a Friends episode
What do you meme? - in which Steve, Bucky, and Sam get pulled over for being distracted looking at memes, and they have one phone call
Avengers
She’d rather be beautiful than alive - comfort for eating disorder
Series
Reason to come back - (Now for Bucky) Bucky breaks up with you, but comes back when he realizes he made a huge mistake.
The amount of pictures I skipped because I don’t wanna dox myself -
No pressure tags: @obsidianvibranium @babydaddy-buckybarnes @littlebitofthislittlebitofnat @mayfieldss @itzzkaylaaa @yelenaschild @archerinthevents and anyone who wants to join!!
How did I used to do things? I was 14 and doing sports and had a 4.0 and in music and writing and I had friends (or at least I maintained relationships) and I volunteered and was going to family things and performing and competing and working and living and dying and now I’m 24 and on a good day I can get out of bed.
How can I get a full time job as the wandering stranger that comes into town and gets by on odd jobs and has their face partially obscured by a hood and/or cowboy hat
i feel so defensive and protective of people with ARFID like if i had a disorder that made my brain register 90% of food as poison for no reason and i had a bazillion people on the internet constantly calling me a manchild who needs to just grow up and stop being a picky eater i would start killing people
people with ARFID and people with very few autism safe foods and people with contamination OCD and people in ED recovery and everyone else with a complicated relationship with food that no one takes seriously GET BEHIND ME!!!!!!!
(any version of) bucky with reader and her single mom
he treats her mom like his own (after a while of dating reader he starts calling her mom too)
really attentive and sweet (brings flowers for both of them, takes them both out to eat at least once a week)
puts his strength and charm to use (helps with grocery shopping and lifting or anything her mom needs fixing in her house)
he talks about his own mother too like food she cooked or things she bought for him when he was a child and readers mom will try to make it for him or buy it for him and he gets all “( ;´ - `;) thank you mom.”
he constantly expresses his gratitude for how she raised her daughter and maybe he even asks for her blessing before he proposes to reader
aa i don’t know if this is a weird thing to req ヽ(；▽；)ノ but i love my mom sm (if its possible can you not mention readers father whatsoever;; ?)
thank you c: 🪿!!
The first time Bucky meets your mom, he shows up ten minutes early with a bouquet in each hand.
You open the door expecting him to be his usual steady, a little awkward self—but he looks… nervous. Not mission nervous, not “facing down a room full of armed men” nervous. Just a guy, standing on your porch, holding two sets of flowers like they matter more than anything.
“One’s for you,” he says, offering you the smaller bouquet, soft pinks and whites. Then he lifts the second—bigger, fuller, warmer colors. “And these are for your mom.”
Your heart does something embarrassingly soft in your chest.
“You didn’t have to—”
“I wanted to,” he cuts in gently, already glancing past you like he’s trying to make sure he does this right.
Your mom appears from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel, curiosity written all over her face. She takes one look at him—at his broad shoulders, the careful way he stands, the quiet respect in his posture—and then at the flowers.
“Oh,” she says, surprised. “Those are for me?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky answers immediately. “I mean—if you’ll have them.”
That’s all it takes.
By the time dinner is over, he’s helped set the table, insisted on doing dishes, and somehow managed to fix the slightly crooked cabinet door your mom has been complaining about for months.
And when you catch her watching him later, something soft and knowing flickers in her eyes.
---
It doesn’t take long for Bucky to become a constant.
At first, it’s just little things—stopping by with takeout after your late shifts, offering to carry in groceries when he notices your mom struggling with too many bags, fixing the porch light that’s been out for weeks.
But then it becomes routine.
Sunday dinners.
Midweek coffee runs.
“Accidental” extra portions of whatever he’s cooked that he insists on dropping off.
And always—always—flowers.
“For you,” he says, handing your mom a fresh bouquet one evening like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
She laughs, shaking her head. “James Barnes, you are going to spoil me.”
He ducks his head, a little bashful. “Just returning the favor.”
“For what?”
He glances at you then, something warm and certain settling in his expression.
“For raising her.”
The room goes quiet for just a second—not uncomfortable, just… full.
Your mom presses her lips together, clearly touched, and reaches out to squeeze his hand.
“Well,” she says softly, “you’re doing a pretty good job taking care of her now.”
His answer is simple. Steady.
“I’m trying.”
---
It happens slowly—the shift.
One night, you’re all sitting around the living room after dinner, your mom halfway through telling some story from when you were a kid. Bucky’s listening like it’s the most important thing he’s ever heard, leaning forward, elbows on his knees, completely locked in.
“And then she tried to convince me the dog ate her homework,” your mom laughs. “We didn’t even have a dog.”
Bucky huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.
“You were trouble, huh?”
You roll your eyes. “I was creative.”
“Uh-huh,” he murmurs.
Your mom nudges him lightly. “Oh, don’t let her fool you. She still is.”
He grins, but then something softer settles over his features.
“My ma used to say the same thing about me,” he admits. “Said I had too much charm for my own good.”
“Sounds about right,” your mom says easily.
He hesitates, just for a second.
Then, quieter—almost unsure—he adds, “She used to make these dumplings when I got in trouble. Said if I was gonna be a menace, at least I’d be a well-fed one.”
Your mom’s expression changes instantly. Curious. Warm.
“Dumplings, huh?” she says. “You remember the recipe?”
“Not exactly,” he admits. “Just… how they tasted.”
She hums thoughtfully, already filing that away.
—
The next time he comes over, your mom greets him with a plate.
“I tried something,” she says, a little shy.
Bucky looks down and freezes.
Dumplings.
Not perfect. Not exactly the same. But close enough that something in his chest aches.
“For me?” he asks, voice softer than usual.
“Well, I couldn’t have you missing out,” she says lightly. “Tell me if they’re any good.”
He takes one biten and then just… stops.
You watch his throat work as he swallows, eyes blinking a little too slowly.
“They’re—” he starts, then clears his throat. “They’re really good.”
Your mom smiles, pleased. “Yeah?”
He nods, more certain now. “Yeah. Thank you mom.”
The word slips out naturally.
Easily.
And for a second, all three of you just sit there.
Your mom’s eyes soften in a way you’ve never quite seen before, something maternal and fiercely gentle.
“Well,” she says quietly, “you’re welcome, sweetheart.”
Bucky looks like he might actually fall apart.
---
After that, it sticks.
He calls her mom without thinking. She fusses over him like he’s always been hers.
He fixes things around the house without being asked—loose railings, leaky faucets, anything that requires strength or patience. He carries in groceries like they weigh nothing, even when your mom insists she can handle it.
“You’ve done enough,” she tells him once, hands on her hips.
He just shrugs, already reaching for another bag. “Let me help.”
And when he takes both of you out to dinner—because he insists on it at least once a week—he makes it feel like something special.
Pulling out chairs.
Remembering your mom’s favorite dishes.
Listening—really listening—to every story she tells.
He doesn’t just love you.
He honors where you came from.
---
The night he asks for her blessing, he’s more nervous than you’ve ever seen him.
He shows up alone this time, no flowers—just a quiet, steady determination.
Your mom raises an eyebrow when she opens the door. “Where’s my girl?”
“Out with a friend,” he says. “I—uh… I wanted to talk to you.”
That’s all it takes for her to step aside and let him in.
They sit at the kitchen table. For a moment, he just stares at his hands, flexing his fingers like he’s bracing for something.
Then he looks up.
“I love her,” he says simply.
Your mom smiles a little. “I know.”
“I mean it,” he insists, voice rougher now. “She’s… everything. And I know I don’t have the cleanest past, but I’m trying every day to be someone she deserves.”
“You already are,” she says gently.
He swallows hard.
“I want to marry her.”
Silence settles between them—but it’s not heavy. Rather cognizant of how important this moment is.
“I was hoping,” he continues, softer now, “that I could have your blessing.”
Your mom studies him for a long moment. Really looks at him—the way he sits, the way he holds himself, the sincerity in every word.
“You treat her well,” she says finally.
“I always will.”
“You treat me well, too,” she adds, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Not every man thinks to bring flowers for the mother.”
Bucky huffs a quiet, nervous laugh. “Seemed important.”
“It was.”
She reaches across the table, placing her hand over his.
“You already feel like family, James,” she tells him. “So yes. You have my blessing.”
The relief that washes over him is immediate. Visible.
“Thank you,” he breathes. “Thank you, mom.”
She squeezes his hand.
“Just make sure you keep bringing the flowers,” she teases.
His smile—soft, a little watery, completely genuine—is one of the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen.
“Always.”
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