#cmbfanfic

[cherryrogers]

What about for cmb the group taking a weekend trip to the beach or something? Bucky sees her in her swimsuit and he’s shirtless and she’s 👀👀👀 and they’re very cute.

this ask is literally from over a year ago but here we are. cmb drabble time let’s go!!! (i wrote this literally months ago and forgot to post it but we ball 🫡)

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Truthfully, you would’ve never guessed that the gang found enjoyment in a trip to the beach during summer. If the fact they were constantly in leather jackets and complaining when the temperature raised even slightly above 80 degrees told you anything, it’s that they’d much prefer to spend a warm summer’s day under the shade in the clubhouse garden, sipping on cold beers and actively trying not to catch any rays.

But one morning, you woke up in Bucky’s bed, as usual, except you also had Peggy standing over you like a sleep paralysis demon (a pretty one, obviously), and you forced yourself to squint open your eyes.

“Up and at ‘em, _____, come on!” She chirped, tossing a black bikini at your face. “We’re going to the beach.”

Groaning, you reached an arm out of the duvet, picking up the top garment and holding it up to inspect. “This could literally fit a build-a-bear.”

“Well it’s your size, and I told you you might need a swimsuit for the summer. Of course, I knew you wouldn’t bother buying one, so I got you one. You’re welcome,” Peggy said. She had a duffel bag over her shoulder, likely filled with enough sun cream to protect a whole group of bikers from the Friday heatwave. “Plus, I thought Bucky would appreciate it.”

You scoffed, flinging the top at your friend. “You’re so weird. Please focus on what your own boyfriend would appreciate, thanks.”

Peggy just chuckled, giving you a wink. “You’ll thank me later.”

***

After setting down your beach towel and quickly rubbing some sun cream down your arms and legs, you plonked down on the towel and tugged off your tank top, about to apply some more to the rest of your skin.

The beach wasn’t so busy, since people were at work and kids were in school, so the gang set themselves up on a nice spot in the middle of long expanse of sand. Natasha was quick to put up a parasol and make sure she was completely in the shade. Sam and Clint had put down their towels and already started on the snacks that were meant to last them a good few hours. Steve was rubbing sun cream on Peggy’s shoulders while she leaned over a book, thick black sunglasses sitting on the bridge of her nose.

Next to you, Bucky already had his shirt off, laying idly under the sun with his eyes shut. Well, you thought they were shut, until your heard a wolf whistle from behind you.

You turned your head, and sure enough, Bucky was eyeing you. You snorted. “You literally see me naked, like, every day.”

“So? I can appreciate your divine beauty, with or without clothes.”

“Divine beauty. Thanks, Shakespeare, ” You snorted, passing him the bottle of sun cream. “Do my back?”

The biker took the bottle, popping it open and squeezing a fair amount into his hand. He sat up behind you, starting to rub the cream between your shoulder blades. Then down your spine, and lastly just above the waistband of your shorts. He finished with a pinch to your waist, to which you reacted by dodging the kiss he tried to plant on your neck after.

***

To iterate, you’re not the jealous type. Being jealous implies some insecurity on the jealous person’s part, and you weren’t insecure when it came to Bucky, because you knew you had him wrapped around your finger.

But there’s a group of girls a few feet away, lounging under a parasol and giggling while looking directly at him, and frankly, you wanted to climb on top of him and show them who he belonged to.

He’s blissfully unaware, almost asleep under the sun. And it’s obvious why he has some ogling eyes; his tattoos are all on show, and the sun is casting light on his large arms and toned abdomen.

It’s Natasha who says what you’re thinking: “Looks like you have some admirers, Barnes.”

“And a guard dog.” Clint adds with a snort, looking directly at you.

You grab an empty plastic cup and chuck it at Clint’s head. “Call me a dog again, Barton. It’ll be a beer bottle next time.”

“The fuck are you guys talking about?” Bucky asks, still lying down with his eyes shut. The sun seems to make him tired; it’s rather endearing.

“Gaggle of giggling girls at three o’clock.” Peggy grins, pointing to the right of Bucky. He follows the woman’s hand, while you just want the ground to swallow you up. If Bucky even suspects you’re having a jealous moment, he won’t let you hear the end of it.

The girls don’t make an effort to be subtle, even when Bucky catches them looking. He turns his head to look at you, and the smirk that grows on his lips is telling enough of what he’s thinking.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Bucky.”

“You know, I really never thought I’d see the day—”

“No—”

“You’re jealous aren’t you, sweets?”

“I’m not jealous.” You insist, but Bucky only stares at you patiently, and you can’t help but crack under his gaze. You huff.

“They’re ogling you, Bucky. as if… as if you’re a piece of meat! It’s inappropriate.”

Bucky scoffs, though he sits up and moves to snake an arm around your waist, making goosebumps appear on your skin even under the hot sun.

“Then they can ogle at this instead.” He says quietly, before pulling you close and landing his lips on yours, and who are you to even think about pushing him away?

Your hand instinctively lifts to his jaw, caressing it with your thumb while he digs his fingers into the skin above the waist and of your shorts. You’ve never been one for PDA, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and making sure everyone on the beach knows that Bucky is all yours (for now, anyway) certainly calls for desperate measures.

“Jesus. There’s kids on this beach, you know.” You hear Natasha tease behind you, and you chuckle as you pull back, lips swollen and heart beating a bit faster than it was only seconds ago.

[cherryrogers]

what about call me baby bucky and y/n going on dates? maybe a fair or carnival with their friends? games, rides, food, cute photo booth photos? :)

call me baby masterlist

cmb bucky x reader + carnival dates !!!

i don’t think they’d actually plan a date there i think they’d end up going with the group but ultimately disappear off in their own bc they’re annoying like that lmfao

they’re soooo competitive. like. so competitive. they decide they have to play every carnival game bc they keep one-upping each other

“god, what happened to chivalry? be a gentleman and let me win, barnes.” “when have i ever been a gentleman?” “you have your moments.”

one of those moments being when it starts getting cold and B gives you his jacket (it’s so warm. he is *literally* a human heater)

still, you walk around with your arms wrapped around his waist (he is just *so* warm, and he smells like heaven)

going on Big rides even though neither of you really want to but you’re both too proud to say you’re too scared

so the whole time you have a death grip on each other’s hands

and when you get off you both decide it’s time a good time to go get food

you get hot dogs and sit at a picnic table opposite each other

B gets ketchup on his face and this conversation arises:

“you have ketchup on your face.” “shit. get it for me?” “i’m not your mom. get it yourself.” “you’re meant to wipe it off with your thumb, then we’re meant to kiss and it’s meant to be all romantic.” “you’re so weird.” “…” “… fine, c’mere, idiot.”

that was a bad idea bc now you can’t stop kissing

“you thinking what i’m thinking?” “photo booth?” “i was thinking more the guy’s bathroom. more roomy.” “my god, james buchanan. i have dignity, you know.” “because getting off in a photo booth is way more respectable.” “yeah… we’re awful human beings.” “well, we’re awful together, right?” “right, babe.”

you do go to the photo booth (only to take photos (and make out a bit, but whatever)) and you each put one in your wallets

“this is so… coupley. it’s almost disgusting.” “don’t worry. steve and peggy have matching necklaces.” “ergh. yeah, okay, that’s worse.”

secretly though the thought of you having a B chain around your neck gave bucky… many thoughts. some (most) not so PG

but you didn’t need a necklace for him to know that you were all his. he knew you inside and out like no one else did

and you’d show him how much you… cared about him later, when no one else was around

(loved. loved him)

[cherryrogers]

For cmb maybe how they’d react to any of: one of them being sick and/or someone else hitting on the other person

ok so i’ve just found this in my drafts and i think i was meant to write more, but i thought i’d share this short snippet of our favourite idiots anyway !!

call me baby masterlist

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Obviously, it’d be one Bucky Barnes to catch a cold during the scorching month of July.

It was his terrible idea to ride to the beach at 2am. 2am. ‘Nobody will be there’ he said, ‘We’ll have the whole place to ourselves’. Of course you would — nobody else was dumb enough to go to the beach in the middle of the fucking night.

He’d also made a comment about how he could cross ‘doing it in public’ off his summer bucket list. You weren’t impressed — he didnt mention it again.

And you, you weren’t proud to say you were one of those dumb people. You’d let Bucky make his puppy-dog eyes that he knows you have a soft spot for, and allowed him to take you down to the freezing beach when it was, frankly, pitch black.

He’d then decided that taking a dip in the ocean was harmless and not stupid at all, running towards the waves like a child while you sat at the shore, wondering what the hell your life had came to.

Fast forward twelve hours, and Bucky was seriously regretting the spontaneous beach trip at dusk. Nose stuffy and red, throat aching, and a splitting headache, Bucky laid idly on your couch, long limbs spread across the span of it. A blanket circled his shoulders, one you had to dig out of your closet because it was a million degrees outside and nobody was sick except him.

You’d brought him to your house to see through his recovery, not wanting anyone back at the clubhouse to catch anything nasty. Thankfully, your parents had decided to take a trip to Europe for the summer, leaving the house to you.

“What would your mom have to say about a biker being here?” Bucky had smirked, getting comfortable on the couch. You’d mentioned to him how she’d never been a fan of them, encouraging you to keep your distance from them as a kid and even now.

Passing him a fluffy pillow, you grinned right back. “Considering you can’t breathe through your nose and you haven’t slept in twenty-four hours, she probably wouldn’t mind so much.”

He’d scoffed. “Nice to know she’d like me.”

You only chuckled. She’d like Bucky without a doubt, once you’d reassured her that he didn’t carry a gun on his hip or engage in organised crime.

After a couple of hours, Bucky had managed to get through a tissue box and three cups of tea and he still couldn’t sleep. When he claimed it was because he ‘couldn’t sleep without you’, you waved him off as being dramatic, but you had to cut him some slack. The guy hadn’t slept in nearly two days, and you were the light of his life, obviously — maybe he wasn’t being so melodramatic after all.

“Sit up.” You’d ordered him upon walking into the living room, seeing him in the exact same position he’d been in since he plopped on that couch almost two days before. When he groaned out a ‘why?’, you sighed. “I haven’t got enough tea for you to stay awake any longer; c’mon, I’m getting you to sleep.”

Bucky complied with reluctance. If you were just going to give him another fluffy pillow, he appreciated the sentiment, but it wasn’t going to work. However, when you sat yourself directly behind him, got comfortable amongst the pillows, and patted your thighs expectantly, he couldn’t help but oblige.

“Won’t I get you sick?” He sniffled, already tired from sitting up for too long.

You smirked in response. “Babe, I haven’t been sick since middle school. Now, lie down before I change my mind.”

[cherryrogers]

call me baby epilogue [snippet]

hello! its been a while since i’ve been on here, but i’m insisting once again that the cmb epilogue *is* still in the works, my life is just very busy currently! but i did just want to share a little snippet of what we have so far :) i hope you guys are doing well, and as always tysm for all the cmb love <3

… He might as well have been in the UK with you. There were certainly days you’d wished he was. It was a weird adjustment you had to make, waking up in motel rooms alone as opposed to between the warm sheets you’d become accustomed to over the summer, and waking up alone was even weirder. So you did try to call him as much as possible, send him photos of the thriving cities and the calmer, greener parts of Britain. After exploring the wonder that was the city of London, you didn’t think there was much more of Britain to see, but you were so, so wrong.

Places like the Lake District in the north west of England and Loch Ness in the Scottish Highlands were perhaps more appealing than the skyscrapers and hustle-bustle of bigger cities like London. It was those places you tended to yearn for Bucky’s presence. Despite his leather jackets and not-so-soft exterior, you knew he would’ve loved the sheer tranquility of the green landscapes of the UK. Of the small villages of quaint cottages and the large glimmering lakes and beautiful enormous mountains. Of course, you filled his message inbox with photos upon photos of the picturesque sights, and then he’d reply with a ‘wish I was there with you’ or a ‘that looks insane, miss you’, and your heart would feel a little heavier after a glorious day of sightseeing.

In theory, seeing Bucky again should’ve been a breeze. It should’ve been something straight out of one of the romcoms you’d sifted through on the cool autumn nights spent in motels, where you’d knock tentatively on the clubhouse door, he’d open it after a long five seconds, and you’d both breathe out an unsure ‘hi’ before launching into a passionate kiss, resulting in some beautiful, filthy sex until the sun rose the next morning.

However, this was real life, and if you were being honest, you were a bit nervous to see Bucky again. Even after the daily phone calls and many ‘I miss you’ texts, it still frequently crossed your mind that the biker may not actually want you back in his bed that night, and back in his life after that. You’d been apart longer than you’d been together, and that fact alone fed the uncertain doubts about your relationship. Was there even a relationship? Was Bucky your boyfriend, or a mere ‘mate’ as the British would say?

He hadn’t actually said anything about you coming back today. Oh God, had he forgotten you were even coming back? Did he even know you weren’t gallivanting around the UK anymore, and were actually stood like an idiot outside of the airport bathrooms worrying about the status of your relationship? Perhaps it was better he didn’t know that.

Still, it was a cold December evening. The twenty-first of the twelfth month, four days before Christmas Day, and it was freezing, so you resorted to trudging through the airport alone while you tried to make a plan.

[cherryrogers]

call me baby {masterlist}

pairing: bucky barnes x reader | biker au

warnings: violence, suggestive themes, swearing, smoking, mild drinking.

word count: 24k

synopsis: Returning to Brooklyn for the summer after a year of travelling from city to city, you hadn’t expected to find your best friend, Peggy Carter, hopelessly in love with a biker, and when she decided to introduce you to the rest of his club, you hadn’t expected to fall for one either — that was until you met one with pretty eyes and a habit of calling you baby.

1: call me baby

2: summer nights

3: brooklyn

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drabbles:

the motorcycle accident

sick

carnival date

beach trip

(questions/hc’s under ‘cmbfanfic’ tag)

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playlist

{ completed: 26/05/20 }

[cherryrogers]

Hi! 2 questions: this one might be in the epilogue, but do reader & Bucky communicate while she’s away in London? And second, how would reader react if Bucky was in an accident on his bike? 😭 I would read an angsty drabble about that (as long as he doesn’t die lolol)

they do talk while she’s away !! that’ll be addressed more in the epilogue :)

brooo i can not do angst i don’t want to think about him getting into an accident sksjksls😭 but let me just...... write a drabble about it anyway...........

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A multitude of emotions were coursing through your veins as you were directed towards a hospital room; you were so angry, so sad, so damn relieved.

Steve shot you a comforting smile as he exited the room you were about to enter, though you couldn’t quite return it. He seemed fine, so shouldn’t you be? Bucky was alive, but he almost wasn’t. Should you even think about the other outcomes the accident could’ve had? Or were you just wasting more time—

“_____?”

You’d barely stepped through the doorway, but you could see him. And fuck, he looked terrible. The kind of terrible you’d only seen in movies when someone had managed to thinly escape death.

Words seemed to jumble and muddle in your mind as you tried to find the right ones to say. But once you fully observed Bucky’s state — bruied and bloody, skin cut and torn — everything came rushing out at once.

“What— What the fuck?” You stammered, approaching his bed. “What the fuck happened?”

“A drunk driver two blocks away from the clubhouse happened,” His voice was raspy, broken. “Are you okay?”

You scoffed, desperately pushing back the tears threatening to fall. “Am I okay? You— You were on the verge of death, Bucky. I’m not okay, you’re not okay, nobody is o-fucking-kay right now—”

“Hey, baby,” Bucky furrowed his brows, slowly raising a hand and motioning for you to come closer. You did so slowly, until you were close enough for him to grab one of your hands. “I’m alive, aren’t I? I’m okay.”

Reluctantly, you nodded. God, who the hell still thought driving around drunk wasn’t plain stupid? You wanted to yell from the damn hospital rooftop that it’s was so horribly idiotic. However, Bucky seemed... fine. It looked like he’d already began recovering — mentally, anyway. You were the one freaking the fuck out. He didn’t need that, not when he was handling ending up in the hospital better than anyone you’d ever seen.

Interlinking your fingers with his, you sat down at his side with a heavy sigh. “Is, um— is the driver...”

“He’s in a room down the hall. Alive, but still knocked out. He should be okay, though.”

You nodded. “How long were you out?”

“A while,” He answered, face contorting into one is discomfort. “I remember fallin’ off my bike, and people yelling... it definitely felt like the verge of death, ‘cause fuck, it was painful.”

The biker chuckled lightly, earning himself a glare. Of course, he found humour in his accident. “Bucky, that’s not funny.”

He gave your hand a squeeze. “It was just crazy, you know? So crazy that I have to laugh about it. I blacked out before the paramedics got to me, but I... I remember thinking of you.”

You quirked a brow. “What about me?”

“Just...” Bucky shook his head, eyes lowering as he recollected the memory. “Everything about you. If that was it for me, I didn’t wanna go out thinking about how much pain I was in, or about the driver. It’s hazy, but I remember thinking about that night — you know, that night.”

You’d scoffed, rolling your eyes as a stray tear ran down your cheek. “How romantic, you were thinking about sex when you thought you were about to die?”

It was a good night, you’d admit. Better than good. Hell, you couldn’t really blame him for wanting that as his final thoughts. Though, it seemed a little much, even for him.

Bucky let out a laugh. “I didn’t mean that. Well, partly, yes. But I meant after that, when we fell asleep together. I— I don’t think I’ve ever felt so... at peace than in that moment. And— and it was nice, you know? Having that on my mind as I went out.”

You gave him a sad smile, running your free hand through his untamed locks. “Well, you’re not allowed to die just yet. I think whoever’s up there knew I’d have some very strong-worded things to say to them if they took you away too soon.”

“Well then, thanks for saving my life.” A sweet smile crept onto his lips, and you couldn’t wait any longer to lean down and kiss him tenderly.

Now, you felt a little bit more okay.

[cherryrogers]

Okay for cmb Drabble ideas: what about them going on dates or movie nights but would reader ever deny they’re dates? Or would Peggy/Steve make fun of Bucky and y/n for being so cute + their previous views on love & relationships? Like would they tease them at all or just discuss it in private lol

(there’s been a few asks about dates that i’ll write a drabble for soon !! but early in the summer, reader would definitely deny that they were dates lmao)

to answer the second part, i feel like they wouldn’t tease bucky and reader in front of them. as soon as peggy got reader alone, she definitely had a lot of questions (same w steve and bucky) but i don’t think they’d make comments while they’re together !! though they’d notice them being sweet to each other and give one another a Look👀 i think it’d go something like this:

You shot Bucky a wide grin as he passed you a cold beer, shuffling along the wooden bench to let him sit beside on your right. “You’re a star, Bucky. The shiniest fucking one.”

“I know.” He smirked, nudging your elbow playfully.

Steve frowned from across the table. “Hey, where’s mine? I asked you to grab me one while you were up.”

“Only one left, sorry.” Bucky shrugged.

You stifled a laugh; Steve cocked a brow. “I didn’t even ask for one. Sorry blondie, I guess I’m just cuter.”

“For God—” The blond cursed under his breath, ignoring the two children snickering opposite him. His eyes instantly searched for a certain brunette, and surely enough, she was already looking up at him from her spot on the grass with Nat.

She wiggled her brows; he rolled his eyes.

Maybe it was a little cute, he thought. But next time, he’d get his own beer.

of course they like to poke fun at their best friends, and they do to an extent, but they also understand that developing actual feelings is pretty new to the both of them so they don’t want to make them feel uncomfortable !! they definitely talk about them in private though:

“I almost hate how perfect they are for each other. I thought Bucky was a pain in my ass; now he has a partner in crime that encourages him to make dumb decisions.”

“They’re not that bad, Steve—”

“Peg, they’ve both ended up with black eyes tryin’ to fight Rumlow. I’ve never met two people so reckless.”

“Both? For Christ’s sake, I’m going to strangle _____ for keeping that a secret...”

[cherryrogers]

Okay but do they adopt alpine in cmb is the real question

anon you’re absolutely right that is the real question......... i think they do but like a lot later on in life !! when they have their own place.... steve is not having cat fur all over his clubhouse🤧

bucky is definitely obsessed w him. like he wants to take him everywhere and i can see this convo happening at some point lmaoo:

“Cats can’t ride on motorcycles, Bucky.”

“Can’t we get him a basket? He could totally sit in a basket.”

“A basket...? If we put Alpine in a fucking basket on the front of your bike, he’ll become roadkill. He will literally fly out.”

“Then I’ll drive slow.”

“... you’re actually considering this, aren’t you?”

(for obvious reasons, alpine does not get to ride on the bike; sometimes bucky just loves him too much😔✌️)

[cherryrogers]

Would cmb Bucky and y/n have a lot of PDA or post cute photos on Instagram? Or are they the opposite? I can see them being in between? Like they have their moments bc they’re so into each other

i feel like they’re quite lowkey with pda..... like they won’t be that couple that eats each other’s faces while around a bunch of people but you’re right about the second part lmao. they definitely have their moments especially if they’re on a night out with the group and just want some time to themselves. they’d probably find like a quieter part of wherever they are and make out for like an hour sksjksls until their friends realise they’ve disappeared and find them and are like omfg😑

they’d both have instagram but i think reader would use it more. she likes to post photos from her travels and ones with peggy and i think she’d definitely post some with bucky too !! and he’d definitely comment some stupid shit like ‘wow ur boyfriend is hot🥵’ and she’d reply like ‘nah he’s just a side piece, my bf is way hotter😉’ — i think bucky only started posting on ig when him and reader started dating just bc she’s hot and likes to show her off :) but ultimately he doesn’t care for it so much !!

[cherryrogers]

lol buckys whole ig is y/n or him and her and I can just picture Sam roasting him in the comments 😂

yes sam in the comments is like ‘you have a gf ?? guys do you think he’s dating someone ??’ on like the tenth photo of them or like ‘we get it your ugly ass isn’t single anymore🙄’

bucky starts deleting them bc it ruins the Vibe of his page