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bucky-h0e · 2 months

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The Many Lives of Bucky and Alpine | Main Masterlist

This is a multi-series fic. Based around Bucky and Human! Alpine and the different lives they lead. The main story is Serendipity - this follows the 'canon' timeline, however the other variants will have their own canon events and timelines as well. Bare in mind that Serendipity will most likely get the most updates because of this.

This is a long-term, on going project - if you would like to request something, please do! Just be a little patient with me :)

Each timeline is separate from one another and has their own 'plot' and attributes, you don't have to read them all! Sometimes I will update with an Alternate Narrative - this will be marked clearly and is not vital to the timeline - just a bit of fun!

Remember, these are NOT shipping fics!

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Serendipity

Neighbour!Alpine and Bucky. This follows The Falcon and The Winter Soldier's events; post, pre and during.

Bucky Barnes now faces a difficult task indeed, navigating the 21st Century whilst making amends for his actions as the Winter Soldier. Left alone to his own devices, he fears he may continue the life of solitude, pushing away all who try to help. But what happens when a stubborn 106 year old meets a similarly stubborn (and downright bizarre) 21 year old? And for God's sake, what is her real name?

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You Feel Like Home

Half-Romanian! Alpine and Bucky. This starts just after Captain America: The Winter Soldier and through Captain America: Civil War; post, pre and during.

On the run from both HYDRA and SHIELD, James Bucky Barnes finds shelter in Bucharest and creates 6 rules for himself to ensure his survival.

One: Make no noise.

Two: Stay out of sight.

Three: Use only cash. Spend only when absolutely necessary.

Four: Follow the news reports. Any mention of his name, MOVE.

Five: Do not get attached to his neighbour's neglected, sick daughter.

Six: Stop breaking rule number 5.

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The Winter Soldier and his Angel

Avenger! Alpine and Bucky. Follows the Captain America Sequels, with Alpine as an Avenger and Steve's ex-handler.

Alpine Doe. Codename: Angel. Bought from the Red Room by a man who wanted his own version of Charlie's Angels. Hired by SHIELD under Natasha Romanoff's insistence after assisting them in bringing the scumbag in. Placed as Steve Rogers' handler and guides (drags) him into to the 21st Century. Now she fights alongside the Avengers, mainly Steve, and feels like she owes everything to them. She when Steve's once thought dead best friend shows up to kill them, she'll stop at nothing to reunite the two. She just wished he'd stop trying to stab her.

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Bucky Barnes: ex-Winter Soldier, now DILF.

Biological Child! Alpine and Bucky. Loosely follows The Falcon and The Winter Soldier with some minor (major) changes.

James Buchanan Barnes is no longer the Winter Soldier. Steve Rogers is considering retirement. Tony Stark retired and is expecting a second child. Natasha Romanoff is on a well deserved holiday. The World has not ended. Finally, Bucky can begin the journey to find himself once more. The same self that used to be quite the ladies man, not that he was complaining. Of course, that is until an mildly annoyed woman knocks on his door with a positive pregnancy test makes him realise just how much the super-soldier serum had affected his body and DNA.

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Pimp My ... Buzz Wagon?

Medic! Alpine and Bucky. Follows Captain America: The First Avenger.

The Howling Commandos are a very special breed indeed. Not only are they almost singlehandedly helping tilt the war effort to favour the allies, they are also somehow managing to get home safely despite the wounds that come with the territory. Annoyed at their lack of concern because Steve Rogers "...can heal a lot faster now!", Agent Carter recruits a medic to join the group. Whilst the less super-soldiery of the group have no real big complaints, Bucky Barnes can't help but argue with the fact that their new medic is an underaged girl.

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For You, I'll Set This Place Ablaze

HYDRA Prisoner! Alpine and Winter Soldier! Bucky. This one roughly follows the plot of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.

HYDRA is irritated. Wiping the Asset's mind is becoming tedious. They need a killing machine, with some level of cognitive function, not a mindless fool incapable of executing simple missions. Slowly but surely, the Asset's memories come back - each time quicker than the last. They are desperate. Perhaps, there is another way to make him behave. Their plan? Give him what he desires. A family. A support system. Make him believe the child is his. She knows no better. Give him something to cherish and to protect. Then rip it away when he fails. Soon, he will learn. HYDRA will always prevail. HAIL HYDRA.

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fleurdelouvemonth · 6 months

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𝑭𝒍𝒆𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒖𝒗𝒆 (𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉𝑩𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒚) 𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉 2023 — 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

Weekly Masterlists are compiled to include all entries which will be posted every Sunday until December 5th. These lists can be updated in time.

𝑾𝑬𝑬𝑲 𝑶𝑵𝑬: 𝑭𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔

Day one: Halloween Candy

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard and ficlet by @idontgettechnology

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

A Taste So Sweet (AO3 link + art) by @gghalcyon

The Candy Hunt (AO3 link) by @endlesstwanted

Day two: Sweet Potato Pie

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard and ficlet by @idontgettechnology : Polaroids

Moodboard by @tllgrrl / NefertiriJones

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

Sweet Potato Pie by @tllgrrl / NefertiriJones

The Sweetest Risk (AO3 link + art) by @gghalcyon

Day three: Pumpkin

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard and ficlet by @idontgettechnology : The Great Pumpkin

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

"I love spending time with you, rain or shine." by @gghalcyon

Day four: Chai Tea

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard and ficlet (with bonus coffee shop au) by @idontgettechnology

𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

"I love spending time with you, rain or shine." by @gghalcyon

Day five: Soup

𝑭𝒂𝒏 𝑨𝒓𝒕

Moodboard and ficlet by @idontgettechnology

dividers by @firefly-graphics

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⎯ SO BRAVE [M]

[masterlist]

▸pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

▸ summary: after your last mission together, bucky’s jealousy rise. [as prompt: “You were so brave tonight.”, “About what?”, “About forgetting who you belong to. But don’t worry, I will make you remember.”]

▸wc: 4k+

▸warnings & tags: events take place after endgame and before the falcon and the winter soldier tv series, so, bucky has short hair, he is at his finest. minors dni, mature scenes, jealous!buck, rough sex, choking, oral (m receiving), hair pulling, dirty talk, pet names (doll, love, etc.), possessive attitude (a little), biting, licking, kissing (a lot), explicit language, cursing. Bless you my precious readers, bless you.

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“Oh, really?” A fake smiling appearing on, “I didn’t know your life included this much danger Mr. Reyn.”

Man, on the other side of the table, winked. As he wanted one more glass of wine with a hand gesture for both of you from restaurant’s waiter who was standing right beside him all along the night like one of his men. Wine’s red color was matched with your lips, as you took a little glup from it, lips’ redness transferred from yours to glass. Red lips matched with a black mini dress that fitted on your delicate looking body. Even though you had power inside that delicate body, no one, even the man in front of you didn’t think about it at all. Now, you were playing your role of being a doll, searching a good man for your night. In reality, this was another mission for you to accomplish under the name of Avengers. You didn’t see yourself as a part of this team but you were gladly participated on their offers.

This was one of them, third one in this week. Already feeling tired, you tried more to make this man talk, giving you any hint about his crimes. He was a rich guy, really rich one, who gained his money from innocent people. So, you gladly took this mission. Another reason was that Bucky Barnes who you had an odd relationship with was in the mission too. Reyn was one of his previous commander’s relative, in HYDRA. He knew Reyn would recognize him. Therefore, as mission went, you decided to have a date with Reyn at the same time, you as an unexpected lady, and Bucky for discussing about his past as the Winter Soldier. Everyone’s, especially bad guys’, need for a soldier like him wasn’t unusual and Bucky was a man to use this as an advantage for this mission.

“Little one,” What a shitty nickname for you. You wanted to hear it from just one person, not him. “There are so many dangerous things going on,” He leaned closer, touching your chin, gently, not wanting you to scare of him. He was planning you bring to his castle, as he called, so, he had to be gentle. “And you are so delicate for every one of them.”

As you thought how he would be feel it shocking to see your ability of handling nearly 15 men, beating them up, the person who you fell in love with long ago, made his appearance.

Clearing his throat, Bucky made his presence clear for Reyn too. Rich man smirked, making you feel disgust. “Oh, what a pleasure to see the most wanted man’s face, finally.” He stand up, half-hugged to Bucky who was looking with a blank expression to him in return, not moving any muscle. Taking advantage of this little hug, he glared at you, mostly to your smiling face due to knowing his disgust feelings for this man, and your body. His eyes already had dark clouds on them as he saw how dress looked on your body.

Feeling hot under his piercing eyes, you tried to look another way. Wanting him would cause problem. You had to act cool and according to the plan.

Breaking the hug, Reyn pointed to you as he made his way to sit next to you, very very closely. He hugged you from your back with his strong hold. Your shoulder was resting on his chest now. He didn’t even try to introduce you to Bucky because now, you were his doll, as he called, “Don’t mind her. She is just here for fun,” He caressed your cheek with back of his hand, “Ain’t I right, little one?”

You would kick him the face if this was not a mission.

Without saying anything, you just nodded, and thanks to knowing Bucky for some time now, you saw how sparkles of danger appeared on his eyes. For Reyn, he had a blank expression still.

Reyn smirked, “So, Winter Soldier,” Bucky’s body tensed at this name which he wanted to clear from his mind. To make him feel calm and safety environment, you touched his leg with yours. Your naked leg sent his clothed ones positive energy which could be seen with his now more relaxed body posture.

He looked at your closeness with Reyn, then, him.

“I heard so many things about you.” Reyn took a gulp from his drink, “They said how perfect soldier you are.”

Bucky kept his silent stage.

“We will discuss other things later,” Reyn took his hand from your back, placed it on table’s side, leaning forward, “However, I want to ask you something. An offer indeed. The one you will not be able to turn down.” He then made a hand gesture to waiter, to bring something to the table. In the restaurant, there were just a few people, some as couple, some as alone, leaving Reyn enough space to discuss this kind of things.

As waiter went for something, Reyn’s attention once turned to you. His hands placed on your thigh, very close to your upper ones, sending danger from there to your core. If he will touch you more, you will break his neck. You wanted to give this information to Bucky but when you saw his hardened jaw with pure anger, your mind became dizzy. Was he jealous? Or was it just seeing you getting uncomfortable? Maybe both. You wished.

Reyn’s brown eyes, matched with his brown straight hair, came to your sight. “You asked about the dangerous side of my job, right, sweetie?” You nodded as he held your chin in his hand, turning your face to Bucky, “He is one of them.” Ryen smirked, “This man who is in front of you, can be the most dangerous man you can meet with. He is a serial killer. Cold-blooded.” As Reyn’s words understood by Bucky, you saw how hard he wanted to beat this man. His sadness began to spread on his body like venom, making you feel sad too. You didn’t want him to feel sadness. He had so many pains in his entire life. Now, he needed peace. He deserved peace. So, this fucking man, who called him as a serial killer, needed to be stop.

You knew how to stop him about talking speaking; giving him some hints of your fake intentions, playing your role as a doll now.

Bucky was so good to be the target of Reyn’s poisoned words.

Touching Reyn’s face, turning it to you, very closely to yours, you felt sick but this had to be done. “Please,” You tried to act innocent, “I really don’t want to talk about this.” You smirked, “I want to talk about the man who is making my night better.”

Reyn loved praising. Therefore, your praises worked on him, taking his attention from Bucky to yours. He smirked. Then, he kissed your cheek, then, made his trail to down, to your neck. You felt so sick. Wanting him to stop, you acted again, giggling, “There are people Reyn. We should wait.”

His kisses stopped, smirk still on his face, “I can get rid of them if you want.”

“No. I will wait.” You said, then, you stand up, looking Bucky whose every muscle was toughen due to sudden rage. It was scary to see him like this because you knew how he will punish you after the mission. He will tell you how dangerous this was, how this man could hurt you. But it had to be done. You preferred his anger towards you than sadness came from Reyn. You can take his anger, but you can’t endure seeing him being sad. “It was nice to meet with you. Have a nice night.”

With this, you left them, going to bathroom of the restaurant. You had your information, now, it was Bucky’s time to finish his.

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“Home sweet home!”

Happiness was the first thing you felt after entering your sweet home, Bucky on your side. As you took of your shoes, the comfort of having finished the job filled you. Bucky followed you, taking his shoes of too with his black jacket.

Without waiting any longer, you rushed towards kitchen, grabbing a orange juice to clear your mouth that filled with wine. You wanted to be awake because having Bucky on your house weren’t that often. He had his jobs, you had yours. Loving him was like jumping from a root without any support, to feeling so powerful and free but at the same time having chance to die eventually. You knew he didn’t love you back. He wasn’t ready. However, his liking on you weren’t a secret either.

“Want some?” You pointed orange juice to him, smiling.

He didn’t say anything; instead, he stood still, looking at you with clouded eyes like those he had in restaurant.

You put bottle to fridge again, looking confused, “Is something wrong, Buck?”

He took a step, then three more, then two, ‘till he made your back touches the surface of the long, thin table that separates the kitchen from the living room. Your hands rested on the table, behind your body, as you studied his body and facial expression to understand what was going on.

He rested his hands on the table, beside yours, by trapping your body between himself and the table. You still had the black dress on you, so, his body was so close to yours, radiating his body’s warm.

“You were so brave tonight.”

His deep voice came out from his mouth to your ears, sending vibrates to your core. He was using his dominant side, knowing how this would affect on you.

With sudden lust and desire, you were a little dumb to understand what he referred to.

“About what?”

Question made him smirk, devilish spreading from it. Anger and lust that he held inside his eyes were visible, giving hints of coming events. Events that will penetrate you.

His hand went around your neck, gently but for now. His eyes dared to look your more exposed body, drinking every detail of it like sweet liquor. His eyes then looked at yours, “About forgetting who you belong to.” His hand tightened, making your breath hitch. “But don’t worry,” He said, smiling now. “I will make you remember.”

“Bucky–“ You tried to say, weakness on your voice.

“No, no, doll,” Now, this pet name were sounding like a pray for you. He even wanted sound so good with it due to you being seen as a doll for Ryen. He was making it clear, you were his doll. Not anyone else. “Keep it. You will have whole night to scream with it anyway.”

“I did it for getting his attention from you.”

Bucky nodded, understanding your situation but not giving up with his danger-filled face expression. “I know but this is not help from escaping now, doll. You have to face with your punishment.” His hands left neck for holding your waist now. With a strong pull, bodies were collapsed with each other, making you leave a moan. “Allowing another man to touch you,” His hold tightened, mouth right beside ear, whispering in low tone, making you want him inside already but you knew, you had to accept your punish first. “Kiss you, calling you with pet names,” He bit your ear, hot breaths were burning the skin his mouth stayed, “You deserved a good punishment, don’t you think?”

“Bucky –“ You called his name again as he made his way to your neck, kissing and biting, “Please.”

“Please what, doll?” He licked your neck. A moan escaped from you again. “Use words.”

“Please don’t make me beg, Bucky. You already know it.”

He nodded, “No, I am not.” He looked at you, hands travelling on your body.

You gave up, wanting to be filled by him already, “Fuck me already!”

His deep chuckle was the most angelic and devilish sound you heard in your entire life. “You want me to fuck you?” You nodded. “You want to feel me? Inside.” You nodded again, accepting his teasing, still. “Then, you should gain it doll. Give me something for make me fuck you against the wall.”

He wanted something, and you were going to give him that.

Feeling so confident thanks to your lust, desire and need, you has begin to act for giving him something, something will wake the beast inside him.

The sound of kneecaps hitting the floor hard, with breasts clearly visible from the angle, and eyes staring at him with love and lust at the same time, made the Bucky’s cock even show through his black pants. It was right in front of your face, ready to feel you, fucking your mouth. As Bucky kept his silence, your hands opened his belt and zipper, quickly. Leaving him only with a black tiny boxer, his cock twitched at sudden cold air. You licked your lips, ready to give him pleasure he needed.

Your hands rested each side of his boxer, looking up to his attractive face, innocently as possible, “Please.” You said, weakly again.

His hand touched your chin, caressing it, “Use your words doll. What do you want?”

You gulped, pointing to his now hardened warm cock, “I want to taste it.” You smiled, “I want to feel it in my mouth.” His hand reached to your back hair, pulling it a little.

“Use your words.”

This was last warning for you.

“Please give me your cock, daddy.”

His smirk, and little nod after it, was the last thing your brain could make lucid.

After revealing his thick and hardened cock, you grasped it with your warm and wide open mouth as if it was your last meal. It was so hard to take it all inside your mouth, but you did your best to please him. Mouth covered it from his own sight, hands rested on places mouth couldn’t reach, caressing it up and down in sync with your mouth. His deep moans were already audible to ears, making you work with his cock more. Your mouth left it for a second to lick it from head to toe, twice. His breath hitched at sight and feeling, “Y/n –“ How it made your core twist to hear your name from his lips like that.

With a little more licking, and sucking, you left his dick, looking innocently like you weren’t the one who gave him so much pleasure, “Yes, daddy?”

His eyes darkened more after your question. His hands on your hair held them tightly, pulling your head to his cock, “Keep going.” He smirked, “You will get your reward soon enough.”

You nodded, keeping working with his cock, hungerly as ever. After some time, moaning your name lowly, pulling your hair, he finally left a high-pitched moan. His cream filled all of your mouth. As he pulled your hair again, to make you look up at him, “Swallow it,” he said, “All of it.”

You obeyed at his order; swallowed every bit of it, not wasting.

His hand placed on your cheek, caressing it, “Good girl.” He picked your hands, made you stand up. The black dress looked like a mess on you, breasts exposed, kneecaps already red colored after kneeling down for so long. His eyes studied your messy state, smirking after. “Look at you, a slut for me.” He turned your body, making your face hit the wall, not hard enough to make harm but hard enough to make you moan, “Only me. Not anyone else.”

“Only you, Buck –“

A slap to the ass. Warning you.

“D-daddy!”

His mouth was on your ear once again, chest touching your back, exposed cock resting on above ass. “Tell me who you belong to, doll.” His hand went around your neck, resting it on his strong chest, “Tell me who will fuck you now.”

“You!” You nearly shouted, “You are. I am belonging to you. I am belonging to Bucky Barnes!”

“That’s right. And now, you will take the cock of the person who you belong to, entirely.”

“Yes, please!” You looked at him as he took of his shirt off, leaving him all naked. Seeing him like this made you moan again, earning a smile from him. Even his metal arm was on your sight, making you want feel its coldness on your body.

“How needy.”

Then, without any warm, he took of your dress as well, leaving both of you naked. His body touched yours from behind, hotness that radiating from his built one was your medicine, the only thing on earth that you needed to feel this wonderful.

After removing thin fabric off of your body, every part of him was sensible, leaving marks the places he touched, so closely to make you cum alone.

Skin to skin, breath to breath. Bucky Barnes’ presence was all over you, sending an overwhelming feeling, not wasting any part of your body to remain untouched. Hot breaths right beside your ear and neck, cock now making its way to your core, and two hands, one a metal one with coldness and other with warm, covered you breasts inside their palms. Parts of your body touching the wall in front of you was waking you up, making you realize Bucky Fucking Barnes is going to fuck you against it.

“Doll,” Teeth bit neck, cock placed right between thighs, ready to get in anytime now. “Do not forget, no one can touch you again. No one except me.” Then, he pushed his cock inside your core, a moan escaping from your mouth, ass raised up to feel more, head resting on the hard surface of the wall.

Deep and fast thrusts began to break you into more than two pieces, it was so much. He was so much. “Ahh-“ Moans didn’t stop, and you knew your breasts would hit the wall if he wasn’t holding them like they were keeping him alive.

As his thrusts kept coming, adding more force with each one, he began to lick your neck, hands squeezing hardened nipples, “C’mon love, don’t hold back. I know you can do better than this.”

After hearing ‘love’ nickname, your control over your body came to an end. Now, you were in a state in which your brain lose its function, and left it for your desire. Senseless words were spreading on your mind, and just dirty ones found a way out. “It’s too much! I can’t –“

“Oh, no, no. You can.” Bucky’s hands rested on your waist, holding it so roughly enough to keep you in your place. If he wasn’t holding like that, your delicate body would swing back and forth.

You couldn’t find the words to describe the pleasure of his big and hard cock you felt in your inside and stomach. The hands holding your body strongly, the sound of his cock that getting in and out of your core, the brain-burning feeling of being inside you raw without fully preparing you. You didn’t even feel the need to hold back the groans because you wanted him to understand the pleasure he gave you, you wanted it to give him pleasure too with sounds that you were making. He had a side that worked with actions, with words. Keeping words from him would be useless.

“I want to cum –“ You said, his breaths were mixing with yours, and both of your sweats were coalescing. Leaning your hands against the wall, you lift your hips higher. Looking over your shoulder to him, a wonderful feeling hit your core as you saw how his gazes were looking at your hips and his cock that going in and out of your core. It would be the best thing to bestow upon you to be the reason for the sweat that ran from his temples to his bearded face and from there to meet his strong exposed chest, the harsh but contented expression on his face, and the endless lust that burned him inside. You were so lucky, indeed.

“Buck!” Your moan filled voice caught his attention from your all naked body to face, “I need to cum. Please, I –“

Without saying anything, he turned your body to face him, your back was resting on the wall now. He closed the gap between your bodies, chest to chest. His hands found their way on your waist again that he left red marks on there already due to his rough hold, lifting your body up like your weight was nothing for him. His cock entered in again, with a hard and rough push. You head hit the wall, eyes closed, because of feeling euphoria above him. He then began to lick your breasts, from one to another, not minding hotness your body was holding at all.

His deep and fast thrusts began to break you again, not wasting any time.

Being a super soldier had its perks and being a God in bed was one of them for Bucky, which you always found amusing. He was so good at making you reach euphoria and climax at the same time, making you forget about the world you were in, only focusing on him.

He left your breasts for a moment to say, “Tell me how good I am fucking you doll. Tell me how you want to cum on my cock.”

“I want it so much!” Your hands found their ways on his short hair, pulling some of them due to confidence and roughness you held on your chest. “I want to cum so hard on your cock. You are the best, daddy.” You made him look up, and before began to kiss him like you only could find life on his lips, “Oh, Bucky, you have no idea how good you are fucking me. But if you let me, I can show you.”

“Then, show me, doll. Cum.”

Lips crashed, bodies collapsed, moans escaped, and time stopped.

Now, there were only two person who found peace, passion, lust, and love in each other’s arms, presences. The heavy burden of joy mixed with love emanating from the united bodies of these two lost souls who only felt and heard each other was too great. With bodies that did not stop hitting each other, souls that could felt even though being invisible, connected to each other every time speed of hitting increased.

After this short but enjoyable time that felt like an eternity, a final groan escaped from the pink lips.

As your cum felt from your core to Bucky’s core, his thrusts deepened, fucking you for some more time. Then, he came undone inside your arms too, giving you a last angelic moan escaped from his lips.

His head rested on your chest. His love for you was stronger than lust now. You both knew you would keep all of this ‘till sunlight, but now, heavy emotions took their turn to appear between you two.

Hands caressed his hair, a kiss put on forehead, taking its time a little longer than normal. However, the longer you held each other meant the stronger feelings came to the light. You loved him, he loved you. Even though both of you were afraid to tell certain things about this, your bodies spoke instead your mouths.

He hugged you, taking your sensitive body to shower.

Yours legs were unified behind his waist, head resting on his shoulder, arms crossed together as well. “Bucky –“

He shushed you, “Don’t worry love,” Kissed your hair, “I know.”

You smiled, happily, “Of course.” To distribute emotional air, you chuckled, “If you will going to fuck me like this as a punishment, I will definitely going to break some rules again.”

He looked at your face, an eyebrow raised. With a teasing tone, he said, “You don’t need to do that.” His hand touched your hair, closing the gap of your faces, “From now on, I will fuck you so good, for every day and night, doll.”

Bucky Barnes was a man of his words, keeping his promises ‘till death. Knowing this, you smiled and lips met once more.

love, rose <3

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Sam/Bucky In FATWS Masterlist

3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian (ao3) - ForASecondThereWedWon T, 7k

Summary: After seeing Steve's shield handed over to some stranger, Sam calls up Bucky, certain he's the one person who can properly commiserate. He doesn't really expect Bucky to answer though (the guy's become a bit of a recluse), or to hear the hints that he might be missing Sam as much as Sam's been missing him. Not that he'd ever say it straight out.

Ache For You (ao3) - tavana_lee G, 5k

Summary: "Sam. There's things I feel for you, things I cannot even begin to explain and I- I get nervous around you. I can't concentrate, I lose my train of thought and I ach- I ache for you." _

Bucky & Sam get stuck inside, and the tension is too much to bare.

a tactile sort of guy (ao3) - Lies_Unfurl E, 6k

Summary: Bucky keeps giving Sam blowjobs after missions, and while Sam is definitely not complaining, he would maybe like to know what exactly is going on.

baby you're the wave and I'm ready for the crash (ao3) - napricot E, 6k

Summary: Sam and Bucky have some unorthodox methods of going undercover in a club.

Back in the Gulf (ao3) - Writer_Lethogica M, 22k

Summary: Sam Wilson is trying to find his footing in a post-blip world and it feels like he's failing. It doesn't help that his sort of best friend Bucky keeps leaving him on read.

devil's in the details (but you got a friend in me) (ao3) - lovecamedown T, 12k

Summary: TFATWS Sambucky falling in love. That's it that's the fic

diving blind (ao3) - yukla T, 10k

Summary: Or: five times that people think Sam and Bucky are dating, and one time that they don't.

Don't Wanna Waste It (ao3) - NachoDiablo T, 1k

Summary: FATWS Spoilers: AU where Sam and Bucky make out in the field and then decide to steal the shield back.

double dare (ao3) - ohjustpeachy G, 8k

Summary: “Forget it,” Bucky grits out. “Forget I said anything. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Samuel, I’m sure I can get another train.”

“Oh no, don’t you 'Samuel' me. Come on, be my friend, Buck, I dare you. I double dare you,” Sam grins.

(Or, Bucky follows his therapist’s advice to cultivate friendship, Sam makes him work for it, and by the time he’s sure they’re friends, Bucky has an entirely new problem on his hands.)

((LOVE))

Home (ao3) - stinkykingcharles G, 7k

Summary: To watch someone act completely in love with you one second, then the next moment, they look at you as if you don’t exist to them. Their heart was closed off to you, when they had once worn it so openly in your presence. To watch helplessly as your love… your home was ripped from your grasp. That was the worst feeling he had ever felt.

i just met you (and this is crazy) (ao3) - bisamwilson M, 19k

Summary: Sam finds Bucky just as his sister's about to give birth to his second nephew. Not wanting to lose him after a year of searching, he decides to bring him home to Delacroix with him.

I'm here baby, I got you (ao3) - Goocar E, 4k

Summary: OR: Bucky Barnes deserves to be loved and protected, and Sam will give him exactly that and receive the same in return.

(related to episode 5)

more than a feeling (ao3) - heir2slytherin n/r, 17k

Summary: In which Sam and Bucky take Karli home, and they become an unlikely family

Not Just A Piece Of Tech (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor G, 1k

Summary: Sam is more than a little upset that Redwing got destroyed, and Bucky does something about it.

Not Okay (ao3) - samandbucky G, 960

Summary: Bucky has some feelings about the way Sam was treated by the police.

Not Talking About It (ao3) - VarjoRuusu E, 15k

Summary: “Get the hell off me,” Sam wheezed, shoving at Bucky. Bucky just grunted and rolled to the side, collapsing in the grass as Sam tried to drag in a breath. “You are so damned heavy,” he grumbled between rasping breaths, and he didn't even need to look over to see the smirk on Bucky's face.

“You weren't complaining last night,” came the rumble of Bucky's voice and Sam suddenly half wished he'd let him get turned into a pancake under that truck wheel.

“I thought we agreed not to talk about that?” he muttered, struggling to sit up.

Sam and Bucky through the course of the show. Snarking, sex, and falling in love.

Serenity (ao3) - Kabbal (Aledane) T, 518

Summary: It's too hot to work on the boat. They banter instead.

sounds like an angel (he might be a demon) (ao3) - wikiangela M, 150k

Summary: When Sam agreed to help Steve find the Winter Soldier, he’d never expected what would happen and how fucked he'd be. And it all started with a phone call.

Or, Sam and Bucky's story through the years 2015-2024.

The Gottman Method for Dealing with Conflict (ao3) - rhombus M, 4k

Summary: Bucky and Dr. Raynor have a follow-up session and two entirely different conversations about his relationship status.

Or: Let's do more couples therapy, James.

unburn the ashes (ao3) - OmegaSamWilson E, 70k

Summary: In August 2006, Sam Wilson was captured by HYDRA and forced to mate with Bucky Barnes in order to produce a new generation of super soldiers. He was the sole test subject and was rescued seven months after his capture.

In 2024, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes are now dealing with a "new" Captain America, a global rebel group, protecting their superpowered son, and navigating whatever the hell they're supposed to be to each other.

Follows the plot of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier with a twist.

#themculibrary #marvel #mcu #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #masterlists #tfatws #tfatws masterlist #falcon and the winter soldier

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petertingle-yipyip · 1 year

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SIN MIEDO MASTERLIST

Y/N Stark just got back to her dad after disappearing, only to watch him die. In her early twenties, she needed to get away. When she hears Sam and Bucky are onto something, she's quick to join them.

There is no romance between Sam and Y/N or between Bucky and Y/N. THERES A LITTLE ROMANCE BETWEEN BUCKY AND Y/N. Happy reading!

THIS PROJECT HAS BEEN DEEMED ABANDONED UNLESS INTEREST COMES BACK.

NEW WORLD ORDER (PREVIEW)

THE STAR SPANGLED MAN (PREVIEW)

POWER BROKER (PREVIEW)

THE WORLD IS WATCHING (PREVIEW) // (DELETED SCENE 1) (DELETED SCENE 2)

TRUTH (PREVIEW)

ONE WORLD, ONE PEOPLE (PREVIEW)

#ptyy sin miedo #tfaws #faws #sam wilson #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #mcu phase four #stark!reader #falcon and the winter soldier #clearing some drafts #prepping for the next masterlist

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inneedofsupervision · 4 months

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Masterlist

Here you can find all the fanfics I have written. Feel free to reboot, like and comment on whatever you enjoyed reading. You can find all of them on Ao3 too.

Short Info: All relationships in my fics are strongly platonic and without sexual themes unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Marvel

So, you got Detention - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Steve Rogers (Read on Ao3)

Hey Mister Villain - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Tony Stark (Read on Ao3)

The Big Bad Wolf And The Itsy Bitsy Spider - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Bucky (Read on Ao3)

Suit Up - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Ned (Read on Ao3)

No Spilling Secrets - Lee! Peter Parker / Ler! Clint, Sam, Bucky (Read on Ao3)

Non-Tickle Fics

Marvel

An Enemy? A Friend? No, just your friendly neighborhood Spiderman.

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Summary:

Are the Avengers a Team? Yes. Are they on good terms? Not necessarily. Has the public caught up on that? Maybe a little. When Fury sends the team on the mission to investigate the identity of New York's favorite vigilante, they have to learn to work as a team and not damage their already battered image. Or, the story of how the Avengers have to earn the public's trust back with the help of a certain crime fighting Spider.

(Read on Ao3)

#masterlist #marvel fanfic #marvel tickle fic #tickling #spiderman #peter parker #ticklish! peter parker #avengers fanfiction #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #clint barton #hawkeye #sam wilson #falcon #bucky barnes #winter soldier #tony stark #iron man

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naerys-arryn · 4 months

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Into The Naerys-Verse

The Red Falcon

Main Fic related stuff, spoilers, and clarification abound

painted wings

Scheduled Apocrypha or underneath potential expansion. Sub-tag is fic snippet. Early content for all the Au’s is on @tbtgtr-incorrectquotes

HotD! Naerys

What the tin says, underneath the meda & achilles in elysium tag or hotd! naerys. Naerys has 5 insane children, and somehow she and Alicent get along way better than either of them thought.

Early Death AU

Viserys and Daemon die when Rhaenyra turns 8 and Otto and Aemma become regents with Naerys becoming Master of Laws

Ormund Naerys AU

Ormund and Naerys end up marry, have three cool kids and then Ormund dies, leading Naerys to get remarried to a divorced Daemon while her kids wreak havoc.

Daella Lives!!!

Daella lives, Naerys gets married to Daemon, they have 5 insane children, she and Alicent are petty, petty people and Daella enjoys being a grandmother.

Naerys Daughter of Rhaena AU

Naerys is the younger daughter of Aegon and Rhaena, kept captive by Maegor and Tyanna until she, her older twin siblings, and Rhaena flee the Red Keep. She later marries Bormund Baratheon.

Naerys Daughter of Daeron AU

Naerys, twin to Aerys Targaryen I and daughter of Myriah and Daeron, dances through the time before and after the First Blackfyre Rebellion and the reign of Aegon the Unworthy.

Daena//Aerys AU

Fem! Daemon is in love with Male! Naerys who is going to marry Rhea, and they all end up in a very complicated and unfriendly triad while raising their combined 7 children.

[To Be Expanded]

Names of Children

#the wand of fairy authority upon thee #masterlist #masterpost #naerys daughter of daeron au #ormund naerys au #naerys daughter of rhaena au #daella targaryen #daena//aerys au #hotd! naerys #early death au #painted wings #the red falcon #fic snippet

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missamyshay · 7 months

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SarahBucky:

One-shots:

• Fire and Snow | E | 8.2k | Bucky and Sarah take a weekend trip to a cabin to explore their physical relationship.

• Honour | M | 4.2k | Sarah and Bucky share some important truths concerning their secret relationship.

• Bad Days | T | 6.2k | Sometimes Bucky has bad days. Sarah tries her best to help him through them.

• chocolate hills | E | 998 | Sarah has a small scar on her right ankle. Bucky likes to press his lips to it.

• autumn. | G | 2.3k | Sarah hates autumn. But maybe she could learn to love it.

• letters we never sent | G | 6k | Cass and AJ think it’s time for Sarah and Bucky’s relationship to progress to a new level.

• In Retrospect | E | 6.8k | It’s been fifteen years since he last saw her…and she still looks as beautiful as ever.

Multi-chaps:

• baby, it’s the way you touch me | E | 2 chaps | On the night of their third date, Sarah and Bucky decide to take the next step in their relationship.

#sarahbucky #fleur de louve #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes #sarah wilson #masterlist

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glittercake · 1 year

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MASTERPOST FOR OUR @starspangledbigbang ENTRY.

Title: Ain't No Grave

Artist: @yavannie

Author: @glittercake

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Sam Wilson/James “Bucky’ Barnes

Wordcount: 19k

Main Tags: Pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Falcon!Bucky Barnes; Secret Identity; Falcon!Sam Wilson; Falling In Love; Brainwashing; Torture; Grief/Mourning; Presumed Dead; Reunions; Angst with a Happy Ending.

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Summary: In 2010, Sam loses the love of his life in Bakhmala and retires from the Air Force. Late 2014, with the fall of Hydra, the love of his life comes back from the dead to assassinate him. In which the Winter Soldier is Sam's EXO-7 partner. In which he is shot down and believed to be dead. In which Sam carries that loss around for years before a violent twist of fate reunites them.

LINK TO COMPLETED WORK

CHAPTER ART: 1 2 3 4

#sambucky #winterfalcon #sam x bucky #ssbb #star spangled mini bang #pre-catws #falcons sambucky #ANG #samantha writes #masterpost #masterlist

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delulu-hours · 7 months

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Marvel Masterlist

James 'Bucky' Barnes

It's gonna be okay [1] [2] [3]

You and Bucky cross paths through some turn of events, but he keeps you hidden instead of killing you off like he was assigned. There was something about you that he couldn't bring himself to end, so he took you somewhere you would be safe. Slowly, you learn more about each other and rely on one another before realizing it. All you know is that everything will be okay.

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ideasihadbutdontlike · 1 year

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City Lights

Description: Reader was trained in the art of martial arts by the infamous Sticks, the very same leader who trained the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. The reader gets caught up with Shield and decided to become an Agent. On this particular mission, they’re sent out to Russia with Bucky Barnes on two separate missions. A simple in and out. But Bucky is never far behind; how could he be when the reader is his whole entire world?

Bucky Barnes X Reader

The ever-growing volume of the drumming footsteps beneath you left you with little time to find a way out. You were stuck; the only place left to go was the door you entered through, and judging by the army on your tail, that was not an option. The watch on your wrist beeped the signal, a response to your mayday. But the room around you was cold and unforgiving. Surrounded by concrete and steel, there wasn’t a lick of light to be found. And soon, the marching of hurried footsteps faded away, and all you could hear was the drumming of your heartbeat. Instinctively, you reached for your gun.

Kill or be killed. You’re a weapon. Get. Up.

Your training rushed back, hitting you at once—Stick’s voice booming in your ear.

Your environment is your greatest weapon.

You crept out of the room, listening closely to the drum of the men coming your way. You slipped behind the door to the room. The dim light of the hall allowed just enough visibility to see the shadows rushing up on the wall next to you.

Listen, Dammit! Get your head outta’ your ass and listen.

There were footsteps, barely there, far behind, familiar 5th floor. Far different from the intense thudding of boots heading your way. You could see them now. And backup was only two floors down.

The Russian idiots hunting you were just as stupid as you hoped. And it stung that they got the drop on you, honestly. They all made wide, blind turns into the cinder-block prison.

6th floor, faster now.

You readied your gun, waiting for the right moment. The door was the thinnest piece of wood you’d ever seen, so your plan was either slam the door and run and hope they stall; or go in guns blazing. You decided the latter was significantly cooler, and if fate decided today was your last, then you would much prefer a warrior's death. The men, there were 11 of them, previously 16. You had taken the others out earlier. They yelled at each other, frantically looking for a light source to spot you.

About time. His footsteps, while still silent as a mouse, were much quicker now. He was around the corner.

You quietly slipped from behind the door, careful to stay out of sight. You had a clear sight towards the end of the hall. When Bucky turned the corner, you held your finger up to your lips, and pointed to your gun and the room. He nodded. Lining himself up with the opposite side of the door.

“Пизда”

Bucky bit his tongue. You nodded, and both spun towards the entrance, trigger-happy. Between the both of you, it was a matter of seconds before the only heartbeats left were yours and Bucky’s. Releasing your trigger, you adjusted your gun back to its rightful place between your shoulders.

“Believe it or not,” you laughed, “I had it handled.”

Bucky scoffed and motioned toward the mass grave you shot down, “clearly.” But his voice was light, because he knew you did. This was light work for you, nothing you haven’t done before. “How did they get you, though?” You took a harsh, weary breath.

“There was a picture in the command room, they had it on the bulletin board. It was me, a few months ago, with my little brother in New York.” The thought of what that meant sent a shiver down your spine. Whatever the Russians were planning, you were going to figure it out. “It is actually a great picture of us, though; I’m gonna go steal it.” You said, turning around to make your way back downstairs. Bucky laughed, following suit.

With the picture tucked safely in your jacket pocket, along with anything else you guys could find that might have helped, you walked through the dim and dirty halls out to the front entrance.

You stopped once you were a few miles away. Tugging on Bucky’s arm, you urged him to look at you. “Look,” you nodded to your right, where the city rested below you. “We’re here so often, but I don’t think I’ve ever stopped and saw something so beautiful.” You whispered. “I never thought I would find a Russian city, one where I’ve just killed men who are planning to bomb other cities and come after my family. A city where I know Hydra lies dormant, and so much shady shit happens. The city has no right to be so beautiful.”

Bucky looked between you and the city, the mountain you were on casting the perfect glow on both of you. Yeah, he figured you did have a point even he couldn’t deny it. But right now, as he looked at you, he saw the lights twinkling back into your eyes. The city was beautiful sure, but you were there, moonlight kissing your cheeks, captivated by the city lights. He wondered if he would ever find anything as beautiful as that. He pulled you into his side, kissing your temple.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #the falcon and the winter soldier #winter soldier x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #Marvel AU #marvel masterlist #bucky masterlist

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Miscellaneous MCU masterlist

Ouroboros (Sylvie, Ravonna Renslayer)

Like This (Thor)

Like the Sea (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

More Than one Kind of Mess (Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes)

Here Be Dragons (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

From Above (the Winter Soldier)

Campfire Stories (Steve Rogers)

Atom by Atom (Gorr the god-butcher)

The Vulture and the Jay, or: even the air is shaped by its vessel (Adrian Toomes)

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happypopcornprincess · 2 years

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The Hating Game Part 2

Pictures 1, 3, and 4 are from interest, and picture 2 is from @parkjammys

Pairings -Joaquín Torres x Aviator!Reader (Enemies To Lovers)

Premise – The infamous rivalry between you and Joaquin Torres is well known on the base. He hates you and you hate him. After unlikely circumstances, you realize hating someone is disturbingly similar to falling in love with them

Warnings: Major Spoilers for The Hating Game Novel. (btw read the book it is too good <3) Strong language, suggestive language.

Note: I had no idea that I would make it a 2 parter but here we are! I kind of went on and on about the story after I saw top gun maverick and I decided I can't leave this as an angst fic, I NEEDED y/n and torres to have a happy ending! So here you go!

Credits to Sally Throne for the original story of The Hating Game that inspired this fic. Some scenes will be exclusively from the novel, others I will spin my way. I do not own anything, this is my interpretation of the novel with MCU characters.

A/N before y’all get crazy about some points, let me clarify. I did some digging and it is allowed to date while on duty for officers. But only if you are of the same rank. Dating officers under your rank or your superiors is not allowed and you can get suspended for it. It is also allowed to enroll in a university or college while in the army/navy/air force. I did my best for the accuracy in the story about the USAF, my only sources being google and Hollywood movies as I am not from the US so pardon me for any inaccuracies.

Series Masterlist || My Main Masterlist || Send your requests here!

PART 1 is here

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Saturday evening

For the tenth time that evening, you smooth down the dress you finally settled on after rummaging through your wardrobe. The red sundress you were wearing showed a bit of your cleavage, but not a lot. You threw on a denim jacket over it, for some reason you were feeling a bit chilly. The place Joaquin was talking about was an arcade bar that everyone in your base went to on weekends. It had all the arcade games from the 80s and 90s and served amazing drinks. You had been here once when you were a newbie at the base.

You stood outside the bar, 10 minutes early, just in case, debating over how this could turn south in so many ways. You might have to sit all night alone if Joaquin abandons you at the last minute. This could be a prank by him. Or maybe you just hallucinated this date and this wasn’t real.

“Whoa!” you hear his voice coming from behind you. You turn to see him standing behind you, looking stunned.

“You look amazing,” he says, his eyes focused on yours as he took you in. “You too look great.” You speak. You were not lying. He had a black Henley and an olive-green jacket on it, with jeans. Green really was his color. He looked really good in anything green.

“Shall we?” he extends his hand to you and you take it, following him inside the bar.

As soon as you entered, it felt like you were transported back to the early 90s. Neon lights flashed on the arcade games in the dim lighting, and the bar was in the middle of the room, hustling with people and bartenders serving them drinks. You could hear the closing notes of 'I Wanna Dance with Somebody' by Whitney Houston coming from somewhere. You turn to catch Joaquin looking at you with a smile on his face. He tries to hide it but it was too late. You slowly walk in front of him and shout, "Last Pac Man buys tequila shots!" before running away to the console. Not waiting to see how his face lights up watching you laughing and beating him to it.

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5th time. Your last coin. And one last chance.

The lever lifts up and you carefully land it on the panda plushie and it grabs it. You lift it up and it picks up the panda. And then drop it in the hole.

“YESSS!” you hear him shout and get covered in popcorn. You turn to see him shaking his popcorn bag around. You laughed with him as you picked up the panda plushie from the output vault and held it up like a trophy. Joaquin mockingly bows, “All hail, Y/N Y/L/N, the panda plushie conqueror.”

You laughed so hard you threw your head back. You couldn’t remember the last time you laughed so much. Your rivalry has been channeled into all the games you've played throughout the evening. Alien shooting, Pac-Man, Car Chase, Dancing, and now the plushie machine.

Score? You no longer keep track.

“I would have tried again but I’m all out of coins.” He shows you his empty pockets. “So am I," you reveal your pockets. He groans, “It’s just 9:30, I don’t want to go back.”

Your head was throbbing with pain for a while, but you thought it was because you had alcohol after a long time. You think for a sec and debate over what you were about to say, but the voice in your head was telling you to do it. So, you did. “I have an idea.” You say and smirk. “Oh! I’m listening.” He leans closer to you. “Let’s go!” this time, you dragged him out of the arcade. “Where are we going?” he asked you, halting halfway through the exit. “What? Don’t you trust me, Lieutenant Torres?”

He smiles at his feet, “Well, if you talk about that one time you stole my planner...” “I borrowed it for a short period of time to find out what secret notes you have in it!” “I don’t have any secrets” he shrugs. “Now you’re just lying” you start to walk out of the bar and he follows, “Let’s go!”

As you walk, no, run on the sidewalk, you don't have any destination in mind. You're focused on living the best life you can right then and there.

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As you stumble through the hallways, you almost giggle, but Joaquin shushed you with a finger on your lips. Even so, you giggled.

You headed to a liquor store, bought a bottle of bourbon, and walked around the town. After all, it was a small town with a US air force base, so it was a safe place.

You were beginning to think sharing a whole bottle of neat bourbon between you was a very silly idea. But the thrill running through your veins as you ran through the abandoned streets with him was nothing compared to what you were feeling right now. The throbbing in your head, and a twist in your stomach.

You open the door to your apartment and let him in. You stumble in and trip over something, falling down. Without missing a beat, he burst out into laughter and you flip him off. You get up, take off your jacket and crash on the sofa as he closes the door behind him. “That was the most fun I had in a while.” You say in a happy tone. “Same.” He says as he sits next to you. “Never thought I’d go out with you though.” “Ouch, Y/L/N!” he mockingly slaps his hand on his heart.

You laughed and sat in silence for a while before he sits up abruptly, “What time is it?” “11:45.” You say looking at your phone. He points his finger at you and sits back, “Told you I'd get you back before 11.” “We are 45 minutes late.” You laughed. “Still, I got you back, didn’t I?” he turns towards you and looks through his eyelashes. You sigh, “I really want you to drop that skincare routine. Your eyelashes are outrageously long." You look at him, shifting on the couch. He laughed and says., “Sure. It’s mud water and celery juice” “Ew! Gross!” you punch him on his arm and he laughs. He looks at you as you keep looking at him. His fingers caress yours on the couch and he scoots closer. Your heads were so close that you could see his beautiful eyes up close.

It’s just the alcohol, nothing else

“You should do that more.” You say. “What?” “Laugh. It’s cute.” You smile at him. In the low light of your living room, the light danced in his honey irises putting you in a trance. He looked ethereal.

Lord help me, I want to kiss him so badly!

But he clears his throat and looks away. “Well, it’s getting late. I’ll head out.” Before you could process what you were about to say, you blurt out, “You could crash at my place.” “We are at your house?" he asked, looking around bewildered. You take a deep breath, “wow, you are drunk drunk.” You stand up, “I’ll sleep here and you can take the bed.” “What! No, it’s your house-partment you will sleep on the floor” he slurred out the words, looking confused. “What did I just say?” "Nothing." You laugh and offer him your spare pillow and blanket.

What happened next was a blur in your mind. You remember stirring in the middle of the night to find yourself wearing something soft, and enveloped in a warm blanket. You hum as you sleep, not realizing you were wearing his jacket over your sundress.

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Next Morning

An agonizing pain erupted in your head as you woke up the next morning. You slowly sit up on the bed with a heavy feeling in your stomach. Last night’s hangover was hitting your body with full force, and you feel the contents inside you rise to your throat. You dash to the bathroom and make it just in time to throw up in the toilet.

Guess heavy drinking after a long time did not suit your body after all.

You feel a hand rubbing your back and you jump a bit, turning to see Joaquin standing behind you, gathering your hair away from your face. You throw up some more.

“Okay, that’s it, let it out,” he says as he gently rubs your back. After you were done, you sit on the bathroom floor, clutching your stomach in pain, it was killing you. You let out a whimper as Joaquin takes a seat in front of you. He touches your forehead and your cheeks with the back of his hand. “You have a fever.” “Yeah, no shit.” You groan. “Y/L/N, how long have you been feeling like this?” “Since last night.” You mutter. “And you still went out to have drinks?” he softly asks. You lift your head with a lot of effort and look at him. He had a crease on his forehead and was looking at you with worry. “'m sorry” you mumble and lean back.

He sighs and gets up, “okay, get up.” He holds your hands and helps you. “Just, freshen up and I’m heading to the pharmacy to get you some medicines.” “Torres, it’s nothing I’m fine- oh god.” You clutch your stomach as pain erupts through it, just below the ribs where the stomach is supposed to be. “No, you’re not. Just, don’t be stubborn for once in your life and listen to me. Please” he practically pleads to you.

“Okay! Fine!" You say as you push him out of your bathroom. You clean the toilet, brush your teeth and take a quick shower, all while the pain in your stomach grows. You come out of the bathroom wearing your oversized power ranger t-shirt and a towel wrapped around your waist. You wear some trousers and plop on your bed as you hear the front door open.

Joaquin walks inside with a small white bag and wearing a change of clothes, jeans, and a t-shirt. His usual cool demeanor was gone, replaced by a frantic expression. Your confusion prompts him to say, "I think you either have a very bad hangover or a stomach bug."

“WHAT!” you shout. “No, no! "I bought some medicine that works for both, so take it." He hands you the bag, and you see some medicines and cough syrup inside. You smile at him, “Thank you.” He smiles back and says, “I’ll make you some breakfast. It’s better not to eat takeout when you have a stomach bug.” “It’s 8 am on a Sunday morning. I’ll make something. You don't have to do this.” You try to get up but he reaches for you first. “You are clearly unwell; I can’t just leave you here!” "I'll be fine." You whine, knowing full well you will sleep on an empty stomach and won't eat. “You need to rest.”

You hear him sigh as you sit on your bed and he sits in front of you. He shoves a thermometer under your tongue without a warning. You try to hold it but he swats your hand away. “You’re not supposed to hold it.” He sighs. “Cool.” You mutter as he takes the thermometer away. “103. That’s high. Why aren’t you cooling down?” he mostly says to himself but you heard it. You reply, "Because I'm too hot.".

He looks at you with a neutral expression which literally translated to ‘seriously?’ “Hmm…” he enters deep thought. “You should sleep. I have to make a call.” He gets up as you lie back down and instantly falls asleep. He covers you with your blanket and his fingers hover over your face for a second, but they retreat before he touches you.

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“Y/N? Wake up.” You feel a warm hand on your bicep, a soothing voice calling you. You open your eyes and wrap the blanket tighter around you.

When did you cover yourself with a blanket?

“Y/N, hey, are you feeling better?” the voice called again. And you became aware of how sore your body was feeling. And you were hungry. You rub your eyes and look in front of you to see Joaquin sitting at the end of your bed, his eyebrows creased in worry, looking at you.

“I’m hungry.” You mutter mostly to yourself, but he hears you. “I know, I made you Albóndigas Soup. You’ve got to eat it before it’s cold.” He says as he pats your arm. You rise with a lot of effort. Everything suddenly felt heavy, your head, your arms, your legs. The window in your room was open, revealing the soft rays of sunset coming through. “How long was I asleep?” you ask him. “The whole day. It’s almost 6 pm. You also threw up twice after this morning, wait, you don’t remember?” "Not really." You have a flash running to the bathroom now that he mentioned it. It felt more like an out-of-body experience to you.

You sit leaning back on the headboard and he places a pillow behind you to support your back. “I don’t need back support.” “I understand, but you're a fan of theatrics.” He sits in front of you. “Hmm.” You give him a tired smile. He narrows his eyes, “Was that meant to be sarcastic? Because you looked like you were having a stroke.” “Ha ha, very funny.” You say with a neutral expression.

But you hear your stomach grumble loudly. He carefully hands you a bowl half filled with what looked like a very tasty soup. It was maroon in color and there were meatballs and small pieces of onion and ginger in it. Smelling the steam alone opened up your nostrils and made you even more hungry. You dive into the soup.

You guessed it was made with basic ingredients like ginger, onion, chicken, and a bit of chili, and it tasted heavenly.

“This is literally the most delicious soup I’ve ever had!” You look at him with wide eyes as Joaquin sits next to you to eat his own soup.

He genuinely smiles and says, “Thanks, my mom would make it when I would get sick. I didn’t know how it would turn out to be. She started screaming at me halfway through the process because I forgot the tomatoes.”

“What?” you ask him confused.

“Um, I called my mom and told her about your situation. She’s a registered nurse. She told me how to make the soup, the medicines, and everything.” His cheeks were a bit flushed.

Was he blushing?

He looks at you like it was the most normal thing to do. You know, taking care of your workplace nemesis and making them brunch in bed. He continues to eat his soup and you don’t question it much, drinking the broth and feeling it travel through your throat to your stomach.

You finish the soup and Joaquin takes the bowl away from you. You watch as he puts them in the kitchen sink and comes back, sitting next to you. He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re cooling down,” he says with a smirk.

“Thank fuck. I want to be at the base tomorrow.” You say leaning back on the headboard. He raises his eyebrows at you swearing but doesn’t say anything. He leans back too, you both being the same height now.

Even though you were 5’4 and he’s 5’8, which is not that much of a difference, he always looked unnaturally tall compared to you. He was at your eye level for the first time.

"How are you feeling?" He asks you. “Better than before. My stomach stopped making noises.” You say. “The soup was really good." You poke his bicep. “Thank you… Shortcake.” He shoves your shoulder gently. “I’m not that short!” you protest. “You’re tiny.” He pinches his fingers together, indicating how short you were.

You puff out annoyed. You think about the situation that you are in right now. You never had a lot of friends, and spent half your time in school getting bullied for being ‘too studious’, so much so that the one person who volunteered to help you in your time of need is the guy that loathes you. He actually spent his entire Sunday, half hungover, making you soup and bringing you medicine. And… did he clean your apartment? Because the books were stacked neatly on your coffee table, you never stack them on the coffee table.

“Thank you, really. It was not necessary for you to do all this, but you did anyway," you admit to him. “It’s alright.” He shrugs. “Why are you doing this?” you finally ask him what you were thinking the whole time. “Because I wanted to lecture you about buying better nightwear.” He points at your oversized Power Rangers shirt. “You’re saying this just because it’s RPM.” You stare at him “Yes.” He says, seconds away from bursting out into laughter. “If this was SPD you would have been worshipping me.” “Exactly! See, you admit it.” He laughed.

“No, but seriously. Why are you doing this? It was your day off. You could have chilled in your apartment blissfully unaware of my suffering.” You giggle a bit towards the end. You can see a hint of hurt on his face and a soft expression on his face when you look at him. “I want you to get better so that you can give the mock test on Friday. I know how much that matters to you.” He says.

That catches you off guard.

"You know," he turns his body to face you, "I tutored a lot of people in my town, and I have never seen anyone learn an entire module of human anatomy in four days. Your grasp of concepts is so thorough, you just needed some guidance. You kept staring at him, not believing what he had said. "and look, you scored higher in the last mock test than I did." “You are an amazing student and an even better air force aviator. You should appreciate yourself more than you give yourself credit for. And I just know that you’re going to score a high score because there’s nothing you don’t know.”

He stops and looks at you, with respect and adoration in his eyes. “And I am really sorry I didn’t tell you this before. I am so sorry for so many things. Especially when you ran out of our office a month ago. I should have told you then that you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful.”

He takes a deep breath and stops, staring at you like you’re the most precious thing ever. You recognize the look. When you did something good, when you won the medal for leading a rescue team, or when you laughed at something your colleagues said, he would look at you from afar. You always thought it was one of those smug smiles that he does when he gets irritated. But now that you were looking at him from inches away from his face, you recognized it as a look of adoration, a look of love.

You didn’t realize you were leaning towards him until you felt his breath on your face, your focus shifting to his lips. You look into Joaquin’s eyes like you were doing so for the first time. And before he could retreat, you closed the distance between you. And oh, what a bliss it was, to feel his lips on yours. Closing your eyes, they were soft, so so soft. You break the chaste kiss to look at him.

His eyes were closed, and as he slowly opened them, you could see his pupils dilated. You now understand why the ladies threw themselves at him. He is indeed the most handsome man you have ever laid your eyes on.

The second kiss was a bit harsh, his lips sucking yours and kissing you with everything he had. Your hands instantly move to the hair on the nape of his neck. They caress his hair, he follows your lead and grabs your waist bringing you closer, the other hand gently on your face.

You forget to breathe doing so, and you were so lost in feeling him that you didn’t hear your phone ringing.

He slowly breaks the kiss and gasps for air. Without breaking his eye contact, he grabs your phone from behind your nightstand and looks at it. “It’s your mom.” He says, handing you the phone.

You quickly smooth down your hair realizing that it's facetime. He gets up from your bed as you pick up the call. “Hey, baby! How’s your weekend going?” your mother’s cherry voice echoes through the phone.

“Hi, mummy it’s been well! Just, uh, I had a mild fever. Not much of a deal.” You laugh it off, trying your best to give her a genuine smile so she does not suspect you’re not well.

You watch him as Joaquin wears his jacket and heads out towards the door. He turns and gestures towards a pot on your stove, and then to yourself. He waves and exits your apartment with a smile.

“Y/N baby, is someone with you?” her voice echoes through the empty apartment. “No, nobody. I’m alone. So, how’s pops?” you say trying to change the topic.

It worked. Except for the fact that Joaquin heard you from the other side of the door, stopping in his tracks.

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Small Gods: Little Traditions - Masterlist

Sam Wilson x F!Reader Fanfic

Since the blip and Steve Rogers giving up the mantle of Captain America, Sam’s life has been chaotic. It’s not enough that the world has moved on in the five years he’d gone, and that he’d missed so much, now he has to live with everything it means to be Captain America. He feels like he’s losing all the things that make him him. A venture to the supermarket to recreate one of his parents famous recipes brings him to you.

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Post-FATWS Masterlist

A thing with feathers (ao3) - Em_Jaye bucky/sarah M, 48k

Summary: “What if you had someone else to help you run the boat?” he asks finally.

Sam laughs and looks at him sideways. “What? Like you?”

Bucky shrugs like it just occurred to him. Maybe it did. But it feels good. It feels like the kind of decision that’s just his. Not shiny around the edges, letting him know it was grown in someone else’s mind before being dropped into his. “Why not?”

“Why not?” Sam repeats. “Because you don’t know shit about fishing.”

“Well, from the sounds of it, neither do you.”

A Three Part Plan (ao3) - GrannyUnicorn T, 12k

Summary: Bucky was bored.

He’d been staying in Delacroix for nearly a month now that not much was happening since the flag smasher business. Turned out Sam was actually serious about that ‘long vacation’ thing, though the ‘separate’ part seemed to have slipped his mind. Which was fine. This was nice. In the beginning. But Bucky wasn’t used to sitting still, so after one and a half day of sleeping, reading, and looking out over the docks, he had started to get restless, latching onto any opportunity to distract himself.

And then John Walker mysteriously shows up on a boat and asks for his help. This can't go wrong, right?

(I mean, you've seen the tags and the answer is: yes it can)

A Visit From A Friend (ao3) - NovemberMurray G, 2k

Summary: Ayo visits Bucky in New York to deliver a message, a package, and-- most importantly-- an apology. She wasn't expecting him to have company when she knocked on his door, but it proves entertaining.

Beads On A String (ao3) - Sholio T, 14k

Summary: When Wakanda pulls Zemo out of the Raft and sends him on a mission, Ayo is tasked with being his handler. But there is more to it than either of them knows.

becoming a resident of the wilson household (ao3) - orphan_account sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Sam wiped his forehead after they set down the box on the floor; it was already hot outside, and moving boxes in and out didn’t help. “Wait a minute, you’re a super soldier with a metal arm. Can’t you carry all this yourself?”

“Technically yes, but that doesn’t mean that your help doesn’t make it easier.”

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“I’d hope so, since we’re sharing a room now.”

months after the events of tfatws, boyfriends sam and bucky are officially moving in together.

Captains and Crawfish (ao3) - StarlightDreamer21 G, 1k

Summary:

After the events of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, everyone needs some downtime. Sam decides that a true New Orleans crawfish boil is called for.

An introspective look into the mind of Sam Wilson and his many friendships.

Electric Love (ao3) - pouringinsheet sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: “Listen, Shuri, you know I love the wings, right?”

“The wings that make most major publications refer to you as the Angel of America?” Now she just sounded smug. Sam rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“Is there anything else you maybe should have told me about them?”

When Sam realizes that his wings low-key read his mind, he starts reflecting on things. If this had slipped by his attention for so long, what else had changed while Sam wasn’t looking? One of those changes might be how he looks at Bucky. Another might be how Bucky looks at him.

everybody talks (ao3) - SuburbanSun sam/bucky G, 1k

Summary: As Sam spends a Saturday running errands across town, he starts to get the sense that his neighbors—and maybe even his sister—know something about his relationship with Bucky that he doesn't.

golden light lies ahead (it's just around the bend) (ao3) - sunflowergolden sam/bucky G, 2k

Summary: “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Sam wasn’t sure what his face looked like, but he was willing to bet he didn’t look very happy.

Bucky just looked at Sam and raised his eyebrows, just a little bit. “Many things, Samuel, you know this. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be a little more specific.”

or, the one where Sam and Bucky haven't spoken in weeks and Bucky suddenly turns up at the cookout. Sam is finding it very hard to be mad.

Joining a Family You're Already Part Of (ao3) - r_n_g_are_dead bucky/sarah T, 7k

Summary: Bucky never really thought he’d ever get married. He also never thought he’d be part of a family again. Plans change, though. Post-TFATWS Bucky/Sarah, but mostly Bucky & Sam being bros.

One Last Name (ao3) - MiraculouslyTrashy G, 3k

Summary: “But I am no longer The Winter Soldier, I’m James Bucky Barnes, and you’re part of my efforts to make amends” he recites for the last time. So why doesn't he feel the relief he was hoping for?

“What does that mean?” Morgan’s nose scrunches, turning to him now, “What’s ‘amends’?”

(In which Bucky has one last name in his notebook: Tony Stark)

Power Broker Is Watching (ao3) - a_boy_and_his_dog T, 27k

Summary: “What the hell? You guys took forever,” a voice said from somewhere in front of a blindfolded Sam as the men holding him forced him to a stop. “We’re kind of on a schedule here, it’d be nice if you followed it. Let’s go.”

He was once again shoved forward, this time being led down a staircase. Sam almost tripped down the first one, but one of the hands gripping him kept him on his feet. Fifteen steps, Sam counted. Fifteen steps down into… wherever he was.

Someone groaned as he was brought forward, and the voice from before said, “You can shut it.”

“Hmph, and you… you can fuck off."

Yeah, Sam was pretty sure that was Bucky.

the rain never came (ao3) - last_honey minor sam/bucky T, 1k

Summary: Against her better judgement, Yelena meets with James. The conversation doesn't go how she wants it to.

The Same River, Twice (The Man Is Still Left with His Hands) (ao3) - amoneth, dorian_burberrycanary steve/bucky G, 4k

Summary: Steve had meant to stay forever and didn’t last a year. He meant to return right back to when he left, but that doesn’t work out the way he planned either.

Turns out a lot can happen in nine months.

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Steve didn’t need his first month back to make him aware of just how many degrees forgiveness comes in, but some lessons feel new each time. Getting a text from Sam asking him to Delacroix for the weekend feels like one tick closer and Steve’ll take it.

He’s texting back when Sam adds, Bucky will be there.

And Steve? Steve’ll take that, too.

A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky Endgame fix-it where a lot needs fixing.

the wires for empathy (ao3) - napricot sam/bucky T, 90k

Summary: “I feel like literally, actually saving the world has given you unrealistic expectations. Most folks don’t need you to save the entire world on the regular, Sam," said Sarah.

“I hear you,” said Sam, rueful. He sighed and tipped his head back, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes. “But I still kind of feel like I have to save the entire world, if I’m carrying this shield.”

“Sam,” said Bucky, and Sam lowered his hands and opened his eyes to look at him, only to find himself the subject of Bucky’s staring problem yet again. “Let’s just go out there. See who we can help, how."

Taking on the Captain America mantle is all well and good, but unfortunately, it quickly becomes pretty obvious to Sam that carrying the shield doesn't guarantee a paying gig as a superhero—at least, not any kind of job that fits with the kind of Cap Sam wants to be. But when it comes down to it, all Sam wants to do is use the shield to help people, so paying gig or not, he and Bucky set out on the road to do just that, and to figure out what kind of superheroes they want to be. Slowly but surely, they figure out just what kind of partners they want to be too. (Hint: it is not 'just a couple of guys.')

Trouble Man (ao3) - s_solo sam/bucky M, 34k

Summary: Sam’s in love. Bucky’s in denial. The Power Broker’s on the loose. What could go wrong?

unsung melody (ao3) - ace_oroes N/R, 2k

Summary: "What’s up?”

Bucky’s shoulder lifts in a shrug. “Just thinking.”

“Really? It’s gonna be that kind of night?” Sam teases, partly to give Bucky a hard time and partly to take his mind off the unpleasant sensation of mud seeping into the creases of his body.

Bucky doesn’t reply right away. Sam can almost guarantee he’s making some sort of face, because what else would an appropriate response from a one-hundred-and-six-year-old supersoldier?

“Just appreciating the irony,” Bucky says, like that clears things up. He correctly interprets Sam’s silence as confusion and adds, “Eighty years and halfway around the world and here I am on my ass in the mud. Again.”

During a stakeout some ten thousand miles away from Delacroix, Bucky remembers, Sam has plenty of thoughts of his own, and they maybe even learn a thing or two... and everything ends up okay for once.

Where The Heart Is (ao3) - The_Buzz sam/bucky T, 8k

Summary: When Bucky is made to believe he's the Winter Soldier again, Sam has to find a way to bring him home.

Winters Return (ao3) - TinyTiredWriter sam/bucky T, 4k

Summary: “It means he’s still in there.”

Those words haven’t left Sam’s head since Bucky said them in the backyard throwing the shield around. It’s been some months since then, a lot has changed since they’ve had that heart-to-heart.

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Basically, Sam and Torres get captured, Bucky turns into the Winter Soldier to rescue them.

You Were A Gun (ao3) - qodarkness G, 2k

Summary: “All I can tell you is how he was different from Steve.”

After everything is over, Bucky and Dr Raynor have a conversation by the riverside.

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