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f1yogurt · 2 years
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I need another season of The Falcon and The Winter Soldier just to see Zemo do a hair prank on Bucky in his sleep.
Bucky wakes up the next morning with 5,000 gallons of hairspray in his hair... unbeknownst to him, he walks into the kitchen for breakfast and it's all floofed up looking like
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Sam's just confused and Zemo's trying not to laugh
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yourdailymarvelmemes · 2 months
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drasin · 1 year
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Zemo makes sure they leave arrest with class ✨🥂
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locktrich · 6 months
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I made this for a very specific reason and for a very specific audience but I think the masses will enjoy it
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firstelevens · 1 year
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#9 from the SECOND Taylor Swift prompt list for Sam/Bucky?? ⚡️⚡️⚡️
I threatened to write a Sambucky Formula One AU and then I did. Part of one, anyway. That's progress, I think.
9. a rollercoaster kind of rush
Sam holds his phone up, moving it around slowly so Sarah and the kids can get a good look at the skyline of Birnin Zana. He’s gotten used to nice hotel suites over the years, but the Wakandan ones always seem a cut above the others.
“Can we come with you next time, Uncle Sam?” asks AJ, his eyes wide as he looks out at the buildings.
Sarah shushes him. “I know you’re not asking that like Uncle Sam didn’t just take you on a very nice trip this summer.”
AJ looks like he’s about to protest, but falls silent at a nudge from Cass.
“We’ll see about next summer, okay, AJ? Take you off your mom’s hands for a bit. We can visit Warrior Falls, maybe go see the mountains up in Jabari Land. We’ll be able to do more if I don’t have a race.”
“But then Mr. Bucky won’t be–”
Cutting his little brother off, Cass leans in so his face takes up most of Sam’s screen. “I can come, too, right?”
Sam sighs. “I don’t know if you’ll like it very much, Cass…they just have that big science museum, and the botanic garden with all those rare flowers, and that one interactive geology exhibition–”
“I’m coming too!” exclaims Cass, earning a laugh from Sam and an unamused look from his mother.
Eventually, Sarah shoos the boys away to finish cleaning up their rooms, and Sam flips the camera back around. “How are you still walking around in a t-shirt?” asks Sarah, furrowing her eyebrows at him. “Don’t you have some big royal gala to attend?”
Her phone must be propped up against something now; he can see her chopping an onion as she speaks.
“I still have time,” says Sam. “Thought I’d talk to my loving family first.”
Sarah hums in acknowledgment, putting a carrot on the board and setting to slicing it before she speaks again. “How were the interviews today?”
“Not bad, actually,” he says after a moment’s thought. “I guess the team’s strategy is paying off; they actually asked me about my approach to the race today instead of whatever made up behind the scenes drama they’re usually talking about.”
He wants to warn her not to read anything on the internet, just in case, but he bites back the impulse. She knows enough by now to avoid all of that.
“I saw,” says Sarah. “The team must have been happy with that.”
“Thrilled. We were all tired of having to talk about Steve’s injury and driver chemistry, whatever that’s supposed to be. It’s a nice change.”
“And what about your cute new teammate, hm? He’s thrilled, too?”
Sam frowns, though he worries it’ll only encourage her. “Don’t call my teammate cute, Sarah.”
Sarah snorts. “I said it once, Sam. You’ve said it a hundred times.”
He scoffs. “No, I have not.”
“Oh, really?”
Sam should back down at this point, he knows, but he can’t let this go without a fight. Not this. “Yeah, really.”
“Sarah, Steve’s prettyboy teammate took the last water bottle at the press conference. Sarah, he’s lucky he’s cute ‘cause he can’t handle turns for shit,” she says, in what Sam supposes is her impression of him. “Oh, Sarah, he did an obnoxious billboard for Calvin Klein; I bet he felt like not enough people were seeing his pretty face under the helmet, but you know no one’s looking at his face in those.”
“I did not say that about his Calvin Klein billboard,” says Sam, belatedly realizing that he’s just admitted to saying the rest.
“I was paraphrasing,” Sarah says blithely. “I’m just saying, rookie Sam thought Steve’s annoying teammate was cute.”
“Well, he’s not.”
“Mmm, more of a ruggedly handsome type now, huh?”
Which is true, but Sam’s brain suddenly jumps to Bucky, bleary-eyed and messy-haired as he boards an early flight, or Bucky the way he was yesterday, when they visited a school after qualifiers and he’d sat down on the ground and rolled up his sleeve so that the kids could all get a good look at his prosthetic arm. Maybe cute is still the word for him.
Sam shakes himself before he can go too far down that road. “Sure,” he replies, as evenly as he can. “Whatever you say, Sarah.”
She looks at him like she knows what he’s not saying, but lets it slide. “I’ll let you get ready for your big party,” she says. “Have fun, Sam. And congratulations. I’m so proud of you.”
He smiles and thanks her. “Love you, Sarah.”
“Love you. Steal me something monogrammed from this fancy hotel,” she says, laughing as she hangs up.
Sam shakes his head, clicking off the screen, and makes a note to buy one of the hotel’s plush spa robes for Sarah before he leaves.
He leaves his tablet where it is and goes into the bedroom to get his outfit for the evening, turning on the TV as he goes. He may have gotten used to fancy hotel rooms a while ago, but he’ll never quite get used to the quiet of them, not after half a lifetime spent in a bustling, noisy house.
For a while, it doesn’t matter either way. The TV is drowned out by the noise of the shower and muffled by the door, but when Sam steps back into the room, the coverage has switched over to today’s race.
It’s a policy of his not to watch this stuff, but he’s busy buttoning up his shirt and trying to work in his cufflinks. The channel remains unchanged, and Sam only half-listens as they discuss track conditions and the engine issues that had taken two cars out of the race early. 
It’s only when a familiar voice sounds through the speakers that he startles and looks up.
Onscreen is Bucky, his hair still matted from being under a helmet, but curling a bit at the edges as it dries. He has his eyebrows furrowed, listening intently to the question that the reporter is posing.
“Obviously, you spent much of the race neck and neck with your teammate, Sam Wilson, battling it out for fourth place after his second pit stop put him right behind you. Was it frustrating to be told to ease off and allow him to have third?”
Immediately, Sam starts looking around for the remote. He doesn’t need to hear this. Whatever it is that Bucky’s going to say, he’s heard a thousand versions of it from their rookie days. They don’t need a rehash.
He can’t find the damn thing, naturally. Sam’s on the point of trying to crouch in these very nice, extremely tailored suit pants, all just to check under the bed, but he happens to glance back at the screen for a moment and sees the look on Bucky’s face: not the cool disdain of their rookie years, or even a few months ago. He just looks mildly confused.
“Frustrating?” repeats Bucky-on-TV. “Not at all. There’s a reason they made that call. Either one of us could have made it into third from fourth, but advancing two places? That overtake on the forty-fifth lap? That’s Las Vegas in 2016, that’s Abu Dhabi in 2019, it’s Singapore last year. No one handles a street circuit like Sam does. He was the only one who could’ve made it to second.”
The interviewer goes on to ask Bucky another question, but Sam doesn’t hear it. He feels a little bit like the bottom has dropped out from under him, his jaw hanging slightly open as he stares at Bucky Barnes’ face on his TV. 
It’s not like it’s out of the realm of possibility to study your competitors as a strategy. Sam’s done it, too. But Bucky had brought up races from seasons when he was still in recovery; they hadn’t even been competitors at that point. Granted, Steve had been racing against Sam in 2019, and last year, Bucky would’ve been paying attention to Singapore because he was already set to be their reserve for the next season, but it’s still a surprise somehow.
Sam doesn’t get much more time to mull it over: a knock sounds and he startles, his eyes going to Bucky-on-the-screen as he remembers who’s just outside the door. The remote is still missing, so he smacks the power button on the side of the TV as he hurries out to the front room.
He opens the door of the suite to find Peter, holding a tablet and tapping away at something onscreen. Behind him is Bucky, in shirtsleeves, his jacket probably in the suit bag that Peter has over one shoulder.
Sam is about to ask about Bucky’s state of not-quite-readiness when Peter steps out of the way to reveal Alpine curled in the crook of Bucky’s left arm, undoubtedly leaving white hairs all over his black shirt and answering Sam’s question in one fell swoop. He waves them both in, standing aside so they can enter.
It’s stupid, but as they walk into the suite, Sam tries to study Bucky’s face, like he might have missed something the last thousand times he’d looked at him.
It’s not exactly subtle. Bucky turns to look back at him, then glances down at the kitten in the crook of his arm.
“I know,” he says, apologetic. “I didn’t want her getting hair all over your stuff, but she wouldn’t let me leave.”
“Oh, I wasn’t–” Sam starts to say, then thinks about how exactly he might explain what he was doing. He shakes his head. “It’s fine; Miss Alpine is always welcome here.”
He reaches to pet her and she immediately butts her head against his hand before elegantly hopping out of Bucky’s arms. They both watch as she weaves her way around their feet before heading off and making herself comfortable on the hoodie that Sam left on the couch.
“Alpine,” Bucky says, a touch despairingly, as he huries after her. “Baby, no. Leave Sam’s stuff alone.”
“She’s fine, Bucky,” Sam says. “That hoodie’s the rattiest thing I own; honestly, I expected her to have finer taste.”
“She probably likes it ‘cause it’s soft,” says Bucky. His face does something strange for a second, and then he turns to Peter. “Alright, Parker, we’re all here. Now what?”
Peter finally looks up from his tablet, like he’s only just realized where he is. “Oh! Right! Okay, so the team wants a little more content for the Instagram page? So we’ll have the professional pictures at the gala, but they were hoping for something a little looser to tease what’s coming, so I’m just going to take some candids while you finish getting ready and you can just pretend I’m not here at all?”
It takes Sam a moment to process his words, rushed as they always are, but he nods once he gets the gist of it. “Do what you need to do, kid. Car still coming in half an hour?”
Peter nods. “We’ll be done with all this before then,” he says, already lining up a shot of Alpine making biscuits on Sam’s hoodie. 
Sam looks over at Bucky, who’s already helped himself to a bottle of sparkling water and has magicked up a novel from somewhere, one of those shitty old sci-fi paperbacks. There’s a blue face on the cover, glaring red-eyed into the distance, and it looks like Bucky is already halfway through.
He turns and heads into the bedroom to finish putting in his cufflinks—Peter follows him and takes pictures—and then turns his attention to his bowtie. He gets it around his neck, then stares blankly at his own reflection. He’d been planning to break out a YouTube video so he could remember how to do this, but that feels significantly more embarrassing with Peter there waiting to capture the whole thing on camera.
He stalls for a bit by putting on his jacket and fussing with the buttons, pretending to be assessing the line of the suit. (He doesn’t need to: it’s perfectly cut and tailored, cobalt brocade with solid black lapels, and the fabric is so butter soft that Sam kind of wants to live in it forever.)  After a mostly useless five minutes of stalling, he decides to head back into the sitting room, hoping that they’ll find Alpine doing something cute to distract Peter for long enough that Sam can remember how the hell you tie a bowtie.
“Better light,” he says as he heads back out, and Peter seems to accept the explanation.
Thankfully, Alpine comes through for Sam: she’s perched on Bucky’s shoulder as he reads, tucked into the crook of his neck and looking very comfortable. That has to be worth at least three or four Instagram posts, he decides, and leaves Peter to excitedly take his pictures.
Sam takes the opportunity to face himself in the mirror by the desk, determined to get this done before Peter remembers that the actual racers on the team are Sam and Bucky, and not a tiny cat with expensive taste.
He’s debating which side goes over first when he hears Bucky ask, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” says Sam, too quickly to be believable. “It’s just my bowtie, don’t worry about it.”
But Bucky is already striding over—a glance at Alpine reveals that she’s back on Sam’s hoodie—and steering Sam around to face him. “You won’t have a bowtie left if you keep pulling at it like that,” he says, but instead of cutting, it’s just kind of amused. “Here, let me.”
He waits for Sam to nod before he reaches for the bowtie, smoothing the ends out between his fingers before starting to tie it.
It’s quiet, Bucky focused on Sam’s tie and Sam left to look at the sweep of his eyelashes, the way his hair’s been slicked back, the way his shoulder and sleeve are covered in Alpine’s hair because he couldn’t bear to move her when she was comfortable. Bucky’s brow knits together in concentration and Sam feels a swoop in his stomach, a rush of- of something pounding through his veins all of a sudden.
“I’ve never once seen you in a bowtie,” says Sam, because maybe talking will help him feel steady on his feet again. “Why do you know how to do this?”
“My sister,” says Bucky. “Becca wore a tux to prom as an act of rebellion, but she said that just because she wasn’t wearing a dress, didn’t mean she would be half-assing it. Made me learn how to tie her bowtie because she couldn’t get it right when she was doing it on her own.”
The explanation does nothing to stop the swooping feeling at all. “And you still remember after all these years?”
Bucky shrugs, adjusting the ends of the tie so they sit right. “It was important to her,” he says. “And, uh, it was good practice, you know? After the arm.”
Sam doesn’t have anything to say to that, so he just nods a little and claps Bucky gently on the left arm.
He accepts that with a nod, adjusting Sam’s bowtie one last time before smoothing down his lapels. Then he takes a step back, surveying his handiwork. “Looks good,” Bucky says. “Maybe next time, I’ll ask if I can wear the blue brocade, stick you with the all-black-except-for-one-pop-of-color outfit instead.”
“You know I’d make it look good,” says Sam, grinning. 
“That’s pretty confident, for a man who can’t tie a bowtie,” Bucky replies.
But Sam just waves a hand. “I have people for that.”
Bucky snorts, shaking his head. “If I’m tying your bowties on a regular basis, what exactly are you bringing to this partnership?”
“My sparkling personality,” says Sam, before reaching over to his garment bag and pulling something out. “And also, an endless supply of emergency lint rollers.”
He tosses it at Bucky, who easily catches it one handed. “Deal,” he says, already rolling it down his sleeve. “You’ve got yourself a bowtie specialist on retainer.”
“Shit, if I’d known that all it took for you to cooperate was a lint roller, I’d have given you one fifteen years ago.”
“To be fair, I don’t think me from 2009 would have had much use for a lint roller,” says Bucky.
“Oh, no, how could I forget? Walking Ed Hardy ad James Buchanan Barnes.”
“It was 2009, Sam.”
“That is not an excuse, Buck.”
“Oh, and you were so much better, with all your devastating v-necks?”
“Hey, those are a classic staple of–”
They’re still bickering when Peter tells them that the cars have arrived, but the silence when they take the elevator down is warmer, somehow. When the doors slide open, Bucky holds them for Sam, waving him forward with a small smile. “Shall we?”
At least this time, Sam’s prepared for the swoop.
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stevesbigbazoxngas · 1 year
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Bucky: *sees sam fixing redwing* omg is that ur fucking fursona?? Thats cringe!
Sam: YOUR cringe!!!
Bucky:
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philtstone · 2 years
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16 for Bucky and Sarah!!!! 😍
#16 -- only linking the pinkies together, not ready to let go completely
literally the idea for this prompt has been turning over in my head like a rotisserie chicken for 4 months. i dont know if im happy with it, exactly -- somehow in my weekly ritual of writing it in my head, they were in character, and it did something, but now that its on the proverbial page im unsure -- but im happy that i finally wrote it. lil bit eye emoji at the end lol. thanks for indulging my year long niche barely canon obsession em <3
Sarah wakes up needing badly to pee and with one hand going numb where it’s tucked under her neck.
God but she feels stiff. Her body holds an awkwardness to it -- that numb hand -- that she realizes, remembers, very quickly is because it has forgotten how to rest in a bed with another person.
Well. Sarah has two growing babies and they have faced many difficult years. She’s shared a bed through the night plenty. Sharing a bed with children and sharing a bed with an adult man are two very different things. 
She lets herself breathe, deeply in through her nose, and out, purposeful in the release of tension, then turns her head over to look at him. Bucky is fast asleep still. Something in her heart flips at the thought. Even yesterday -- their first full night -- he’d woke up before her. Five hours max, he always says, with a loose tilt to his mouth. Sometimes he means it as a teasing reminder; other times it is more self deprecating. She argues him on this just as she argues that he shouldn’t go around feeling hungry simply because his body endures. She has won on the food front. Seven uninterrupted hours remains contested. Sarah can plan four meals a day in a way she can’t plan night terrors. 
She’s never woken up to the sight of him sleeping before. 
Something about how early it is, or maybe how recently she’s been well-loved,  has her thinking sentimental thoughts. He’s beautiful stretched out here beside her. He is pressed face-first into the pillow he brought up from the den and shirtless, so recently entirely unselfconscious about it. Bucky looks at once always far younger and far older than she’d expect. Sarah can see the slack tilt of soft lips and one round cheek, pink from the warmth of their bed, and the softened crow’s feet around his eyes. His dark hair is darker in the blue light of pre-dawn and mussed at the top, yet greying at the temples. His right shoulder, bare, pale, and thick with muscle, shifts minutely up and down with each breath. She counts two freckles. She sees the edge of a scar over his far scapula and the gentle frown creasing between his brows and the awkward way he has moved his left arm beneath himself, away, out of sight. 
It can’t be comfortable. That pulls at something anxious with early-morning confusion in Sarah’s stomach.
On the floor on the bed’s other side there is a sleeping bag laid out in case. For always, couples have been sleeping together through the night. Sarah ascribes maybe more meaning to it than is deserved. It is so tentative, this place they have arrived. She knows that she can’t rely on it the way she might want to. The way it is so easy to imagine -- every night, just like this, for the rest of always, slowly becoming more and more at ease with the shape of each other until no limbs are carefully held. 
She looks down. Between them lays Bucky’s right hand, loose and curled in sleep, and just beside it lays hers. Two light-skinned digits are still extended to curve around her thumb. She remembers now: he’d pulled her close just before falling asleep, and linked fingers.
Sarah turns as quietly as she is able to look up at the ceiling and brings her free hand up to lay against her throat. Something tender wells in her stomach that she has not felt in a long while. Then she gets up, because the practical needs of her bladder refuse to be ignored.
In the bathroom she pulls her underwear down to her ankles and stretches her numb fingers out while she goes about her business. She can see herself in the mirror and she sees her puffy eyes and drooping breasts and the cracked skin around her heels. She sees other things too. That bead necklace at her throat Cass and AJ gave her last week as a mother’s day present, delicate enough in its hand-made shape that it makes her neck look slender. The fact that even half-asleep she is looking gentler around the edges, though that might just be weight gain. The deep blue of the silk wrap covering her hair, so vibrant she is sure it must be the most expensive thing she’s ever owned. It was left quietly for her on the bathroom counter almost six months ago now and is the same shade as a dress she once saw Lady Nakia wear on TV. Even after half a year into a relationship Bucky had still blushed at her thank you.
She’s not sure at what point plain old Sarah Wilson’s life got stretched out to meet the rest of the crazy, fast-moving world. Or maybe the world was brought to her doorstep one day, ready to take and give so much at the same time. Sarah is coping as best she can. It’s easier to do that, when you have other people around, she thinks. When you have someone willing to stay long-term in your bed, and put in the work needed for that to be possible, and leave thoughtful, useful, beautiful things on the most mundane of your house’s mundane counters. 
Sarah gets up. She adjusts the droop of her bonnet and tugs at the hem of her ratty t-shirt. She knows by moving at all she’ll have woken him up. Still, she hopes a little that maybe he’ll still be knocked out upon re-entry. Lord knows both of them deserve a couple more hours. And this peace they have that feels so fragile sometimes, they deserve that too.
When she crawls back onto the bed the birds have started chirping softly outside the bedroom window. Bucky’s eyes are wide open. The cat is there.
“Hey handsome,” Sarah whispers. She gets beneath the covers, scootches her way down ‘til she’s feeling comfortable, and remains sitting up. “Miss Alpine.”
Alpine is stretched out in the spot where their hands rested before and looking very self satisfied. Sarah must have forgotten to close the door properly last night. In front of her Bucky’s eyes are big, still tinged with the process of coming back to himself, but he has unearthed his left arm, and is absently stroking the cat’s tail. 
“Hi,” he says finally. Sarah leans down and kisses his jaw because she can. “Sarah.” His voice is slurred and gravelly with sleep.
“Yeah.”
“I made it another night?”
“We made it another night,” she says, and settles herself back down while he scoops Alpine up and deposits her gently at the foot of the bed. There’s a shift, a dip, and she feels him roll over and wind his arms around her. His hands slip under her shirt to cup her breasts and then simply stay there. She bites back a grin at the sigh of contentment he gives.
“All settled in?” she says, humour in her own sleepy voice.
“Mmm,” he sighs. “I love these.” 
Perhaps on the heels of her bathroom self-scrutiny Sarah feels a laugh bubble out of her, and the need to cover her face with one hand as it emerges, loud and snorting in their quiet bedroom. She and her stretched out, work worn boobs; at least her legs haven’t gotten any shorter since high school. But he does, in that simple way men do when they love the rest of you too. His scruffy face presses against the back of her neck. She can feel the undemanding warmth of morning arousal against the small of her back, and hear the nearly-silent electromagnetic whir of his prosthetic, heavy and powerful at her waist. She brings a leg up to tangle around his.
“That cat of yours best not sit on my head anytime pre-seven am,” Sarah says. 
She is already half-planning the day. AJ has soccer practice in the afternoon.
“No ma’am,” Bucky murmurs. 
AJ has soccer practice, and Bucky has to drive down to the NOLA military base on a favour to Colonel Rhodes. But he is here now, in her bed, and it is morning. Sarah lets out a long hard sigh of relief, closing her eyes, and behind her, he does, too.
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1000-directions · 2 years
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HAPPY(???) THUNDERBOLTS DAY
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faeriecap · 1 year
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do you think sharon and layla explored each others bodies when she was in madripoor
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frostironfudge · 2 years
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Bucky Barnes Masterlist
hello, I'm fudge and this is my Bucky Barnes Masterlist, anything and everything Bucky is here: one shots, multi-part fics. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.
Main Masterlist // AO3
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Contains Smut **
One Shots:
Venus (Bodyguard Bucky) **
Conversations with The Devil [Submission for Spooktacular Smutfest 21 by boxofbonesfic] (Devil!Bucky Barnes) **
Part 2: Conversations with The Devil ** (Devil!Bucky Barnes)
Sparkle (BestFriend Bucky) [Submission for loveletterswritingchallenge by pellucid-constillations]
Tattooed On Your Palms Is My Love (Modern AU) **
Hide Your Lies (SoftDark!Mafia!Stucky AU) [submission for boxofbonesfic 's #Beastyoumadeofme22] **
If Only I Could Get To You First (Modern!Bucky Fake Dating AU)
Between Your Hands I Find Peace (FATWS!Bucky) [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre]
I'll Be Your Hideaway (Modern!AU) [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - seven by taylor swift]
We Go A Lot Of Time [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Need To Know by Doja Cat] **
The Comfort You Bring - [frostironfudge's funfair - mini movie theatre] **
I Want You To Know [frostironfudge's funfair - house of song - Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez]
My Angel (DBF! Bucky Barnes) **
I Really, Really Want To Kiss You - Personal Trainer!Bucky Barnes
107 - TFATWS!Bucky x Motocross!Reader (requested)
Keep Your Eyes On Me - Archeologist Bucky
Keep My Secret - Stucky x Reader (Dark Fic)
Baby, Keep Those Off (requested)
I'd Choose You (requested)
Devour **
Multi-Part Fics:
Stencils, Bouquets & Icing
An AU where Bucky is a tattoo artist and Steve is a florist, both find love much closer than they anticipated. Steve in Bucky's tattoo artist apprentice nicknamed Petal and Bucky in the baker opposite to his shop nicknamed Cupcake.
Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader
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Labyrinth (ongoing)
labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. 
Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends.  A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)
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This Feeling I've Got (ongoing, sporadic updates)
A multi part series of one shots that can be read together or stand alone in their own sweet right. based in a non canon compliant FATWS AU. (angst mild, fluff, smut)
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader
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Silhouettes In The Spotlight (ongoing)
Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release.
SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary.
This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?
Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
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I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once (completed)
After receiving an honourable discharge from his military service that was caused by the loss of his arm, James Barnes begins to come to terms with several things. He also finds solace in youtube videos, memes and social media, where he happens to find you. (angst, fluff, smut) (Modern!AU)
Pairing: Ex Military!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Fem Reader
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It Comes Back To Me (completed)
Can Bucky have you come back to him after he pushed you too far?
Pairing: Lawyer!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Part I // Part II
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Follow me on Tik Tok for stupid marvel shit
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whitesuited · 1 year
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all you need to know about me is that i will refuse to look up something detail related to fatws for a meme reply out of principle, but i will spend 15 minutes googling subway stations near the met because accuracy.
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bedlamsbard · 2 years
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Either top five Clint and Natasha moments or top five Steve and Bucky moments, for the top five meme, if you’re still doing it
do...do Clint and Natasha even get five moments together where they are not fighting each other, which they do in three of their four shared movies. I think most of those moments come from AoU, the only movie where they don't fight each other at least once. (and their only interaction in CACW is fighting each other.) like, I believe they're friends, but at lot of that comes from scenes where they're not interacting doing a lot of heavy lifting on that front (which is pretty well done considering how little they actually do interact; the nature of their actual interactions is well done too). (okay, I know there are more than five but not by a lot.)
uh, Steve and Bucky. (not in order, as I think of them.)
Tag-team fighting in CACW, particularly the apartment fight. They haven't seen each other in two mores and that time they were trying to kill each other, but they're still working really well together -- despite the fact that Bucky's style must have completely changed since the last time they were fighting on the same side. You can tell Bucky knows what Steve's capable of even if Steve's not a hundred percent sure what Bucky is, and Bucky is reacting appropriately (like kicking the grenade over to him so Steve can cover it with his shield).
The rescue scene in CATFA, where Bucky's very "well, I guess this might as well happen" about the whole Captain America thing even before Schmidt peels his face off. He's pushing it aside as a "wow, I guess I will deal with this later," but then there's the panic when he and Steve get trapped on opposite sides of the burning factory and he realizes there may not be a later. Meanwhile Steve's just like "this is normal now, I guess?" about the whole situation.
The wordless communication during the train fight in CATFA. It's a bit of a precursor to the CACW fight -- you can see how well they know each other and they don't have to talk about what they're doing, they just do it.
The conversation on the jet in CACW -- Steve telling Bucky that it wasn't his fault, which I think is still the only time in the MCU anyone's actually said that. (FATWS is pretty...yikes...on that front.) You can tell from Bucky's face that he really needed to hear someone say that.
The bridge fight (well, I guess by that point they're off the bridge) in TWS. Obviously I am a sucker for fight scenes, but TWS is really good at characterization by fight scene, and this one does so well at showing how equally matched they are -- the fact that Steve crucially doesn't know that the Winter Soldier is Bucky is important for how this scene plays. They're just both doing so much there, and it doesn't yet have the emotions for the characters that it does for the audience, which kind of ups the tension. (Which is not to say that I think the helicarrier fight is bad, because it's great, but the emotion's significantly more present there.)
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2, 4, 13, 26 and 39 for lyssa and bucky?
SHIP ASK MEME
2. how’s their team work? do they share well?
it takes them a while to understand how they each work, but once they figure it out they work very well together. their skills and mindsets tend to mesh well in most situations. it is a bit hard at first for them to work well as a pair because they're both so used to being alone, but they get there in the end. it's a lesson in healing and asking for help and sharing the load.
4. first impression of each other? was it love at first sight?
not bad, but not great either. thankfully lyssa had done a fair amount of healing and soul-searching on earth by the time she and bucky met, but he was in such a dark place for such a long time that things were rocky for a while. for years she was just the strange, alien ally at steve's side and bucky's warning senses blared whenever she entered a room. lyssa was sympathetic to bucky, but her memories of visiting earth decades earlier kept clouding her judgement whenever they interacted.
it wasn't until those months in wakanda, wasn't until he saw the genuine understanding in her eyes when she spoke about being controlled, that some form of bond or trust started to form.
13. what do they do for fun? do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?
both of them are so new to earth (lyssa because of obvious reasons, and bucky because he saw it through frosted, numb eyes for decades), so they enjoy travelling. they visit museums and hidden away restaurants and the little quiet corners of the world. they also both enjoy working out (even if they don't really need to), and bucky also likes hearing about the few good memories she has of the dark elves and their culture.
26. how do their friends feel about their relationship? their families?
a few people were hesitant or downright confused (tony), but most of their friends were supportive. they get teased mercilessly but that was to be expected wasn't it?
39. who initiated the relationship? who kissed who first? when did they realize they were in love?
things don't settle into something more until around fatws, when the world is "saved" and they both have a moment to stop and think and breathe. feelings had just started brewing when lyssa flew off in search of the reality stone, and then the snap happened and lyssa was alone for years. in amongst the grief of losing steve and the world readjusting to the return of millions of people, lyssa turns up at bucky's shitty apartment with a bottle of asgardian wine and a promise.
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