#Bucky googled

[sambambucky]

Google from the prompt list? 👀 <333

google? from this list? lololol okiedokie!

--- Sam finishes his jog with a slow climb up the steps of the house he shares with Bucky. He pulls his sweatshirt off and lays it over his shoulder to adjust his tank top until it’s sitting low on his pecs.

The runner’s high is strong enough this morning to blot out any shame or embarrassment that might come from the outfit change. 

He’s got a good feeling about today.

After fussing with his basketball shorts, he swings open the door. At this point in his efforts, Sam knows there’s only a 50% chance Bucky is even awake and present enough to notice the fruits of these efforts, but at this point, he’s starting to get a little desperate.

Bucky is awake and at their kitchen table, though, slamming his laptop shut before Sam can see what’s on the screen. He stands in a rush, blocking the computer entirely.

Sam narrows his eyes in suspicion, and Bucky’s lips part to say something. He stops short to roam his gaze appreciatively over Sam’s body.

It kind of sucks that Sam then has to say, “what were you Googling this time?” 

He’d rather invite Bucky to finally do something about all the looking he’s been doing. Sam has been more than ready to upgrade their partners-in-everyway-but-one relationship. 

But then Bucky scowls and they settle into a comfortably familiar bickering. 

There’s always tomorrow.

#THANK YOUUUU!! #doing this was so fun and illuminating actually wow #Bucky googled #'is my roommate' #and it auto-filled to dtf #and then he had to look it up #and then he had to look up friends with benefits.. and situationships.. #and somehow wound up on a sambucky truther blog with a disturbing number of pictures of them and suspiciously familiar tone of voice #ehehe halfway through this i was like 4-10 SENTENCES??! OOPS #so sorry you dont get them arguing over bucky's use of bing #dont you think he seems like a bing user #sambucky drabbles #jo do be writing or whatever #onlysambucky #ask games

[duckytree]

“They hollowed out Sergeant Barnes and put the Soldier into the shell; I am all that is left.”

- fanfic i can’t remember the name to

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #captain america #marvel #avengers #much #art #fanart #duckytree #i don’t speak russian but google tells me that is supposed to say ‘you are a thief’ #this is bucky to himself lol #the internal conflict is real

[johnslittlespoon]

"he could've stayed in london"

"cleven, up until he died, talked about egan"

"he said something like, 'it should've been me & you getting married'"

#7am. seven fucking am. #no one talk to me i'm gonna go sulk in a google doc #the most piney yearny wistful unrequited motherfuckers #i'm teary all over again man i can't do this #the last thing i expected to hear at 7am on a friday #buckbucky #buck x bucky #masters of the air

[benvenutio]

it is your life, which is so close to my own that i would not know where to drop the knife of separation. and what does this have to do with love

except everything?

or buck is wolf-coded john is dog-coded thesis statement!! to Me. sources to come when i can find them all lmaoo also i Will be reworking this bc i hate what tumblr does to qua-lit-teeee 🙏🙏💞💞

caption from oxygen by mary oliver 👊

#masters of the air #hbowaredit #hbowardaily #hbo war #john egan #gale cleven #bucky egan #why does tumblr nuke the quality on everything so baddddd :((( #webweaving #will add quote sources once google stops fighting me..........buddy u know it's me u know what i want 🙏🙏

[greenbergwrites]

Steve - I'm not jealous (he totally is) and please

Once upon a time (in 2017), I reblogged that dialogue prompt post for the first time and someone asked for this prompt + Steve meeting Bucky's ex. I started it and never finished it.

MOST of this is from that original post and I just tacked on the ending, finally. Enjoy~

Also, I sort of changed the prompted dialogue a bit? It's along the same vein, just not 100% the same.

--

Her name was Ilaria and she was beautiful.

Steve first saw her in glimpses through a crowded street. Bucky hadn’t shown him a picture–hadn’t even described her, beyond mentioning that she was Italian and they’d met because their fathers were business partners once upon a time–but he just knew.

The woman standing outside the restaurant couldn’t be anyone other than Bucky’s ex-girlfriend. She was a tall, full figured woman in sleek heels and a slinking, off-the shoulder dress that hugged her ample curves in all the right places. Unblemished, tawny skin and dark hair coiffed to perfection, she wore gloves as dark as her dress on slender hands and diamond jewelry that would’ve looked gaudy on anyone else but on her, it was elegance itself.

She looked like a model on her way to a gala rather than a woman waiting to have dinner with her ex and his new beau.

The look of cool sophistication so artfully arranging her face melted away the moment she spotted them. Her smoky eyes lit up, a genuine smile stretching blood red lips.

“Oh, cuore mio, there you are,” she said, holding out her hands.

Bucky smiled back at her, taking her hands his own and holding them to his chest. The look he gave her was full of warmth and fondness.

“I haven’t been your cuore in a long time, I’m afraid,” he said, bringing her hands up to kiss her gloved knuckles. “I belong to someone else now.”

Steve had been watching the exchange with a growing sense of unease. He wasn’t prepared to have this woman’s gaze on him, but suddenly, he was the center of her attention.

“Ilaria,” Bucky said, “this is my sweetheart, Steve. Steve, this is Ilaria.”

“Um.” He pasted on a smile that he didn’t truly feel. “Hi? It’s nice to meet you.”

Ilaria turned down his offer of a handshake, pushing it away with a scoff and instead hugging him. It should’ve felt stilted and awkward, but it wasn’t.

“Steve,” she said, a light accent lilting her words. “I have heard so much about you, it is so good to finally meet you!”

She pulled away, but didn’t let go, holding him by the shoulders as he appraised him.

“You are gorgeous,” she said, cupping his cheeks. “My, such an angioletto!”

Steve blushed, ducking his head. He felt anything but when standing next to someone like her.

“Look at this blush.” She touched his cheek, smiling. “I could just eat you. Are you sure you want to be with a grump like James, angioletto? I would bring you home immediately.”

He’s not a grump, Steve wanted to say, but before he could, a big, warm hand pressed into his lower back.

“I’m afraid not,” Bucky interjected, tucking Steve close to him. “This one’s mine.”

Steve melted into the embrace, his entire body warming at the words. He couldn’t stop himself from turning a shy, pleased smile up at Bucky.

She watched it all, a sweet, satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“Yes,” she said. “I can see that.”

In Steve’s eyes, she was perfect. 

It didn’t escape his notice that she was also different from him in every way imaginable.

Dinner was enjoyable. The food was good and there was never a lull in conversation; Ilaria made sure of that. She talked to Steve more than she talked to Bucky, making sure that he never felt left out or excluded. For every story told about her time with Bucky, she asked Steve for one of his own.

It was a careful balance and one maintained solely out of respect for him. He appreciated that, even if this attentiveness made her even more perfect to him. There wasn’t a single thing he didn’t like about her and that made his stomach clench.

He felt clumsy, uninteresting, unworthy in comparison.

How could he ever hope to compete for Bucky’s attention, his affection, against her if she decided to take it back?

But she didn’t. She laughed and talked and although she touched Bucky more than once, her touches never lingered. In fact, she pulled her hand away a little quicker each time, as if realizing what she’d done. Her gaze always went to Steve to make sure he wasn’t upset.

At the end of the night, she hugged Steve again and kissed his cheek, laughing at Bucky’s huff.

“Stop it,” she admonished. “There’s nothing I could do to persuade him into my bed and we both know it.”

But then she did the most surprising thing of all. She turned to Steve, her expression serious.

“I would like to say goodbye to him as I did with you,” she said, gesturing to the spot where she kissed Steve. “May I?”

Steve meant to say yes. But he saw it in his mind’s eye, their embrace. Bucky’s hands on her full hips and her soft lips against his cheek, leaving the memory of them behind in a red imprint. The private smile they’d share, the way they’d look at each other as they remembered their shared history.

It was all a figment of his imagination, but it was a figment that left him feeling sick.

“No,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

Bucky’s eyebrows shot up, the surprise showing on his face, but not Ilaria. 

Ilaria just smiled knowingly.

“Smart boy,” she said, tapping his nose. “Protect what’s yours.”

The car ride home was quiet. Bucky waited until they were alone and in their bedroom to gather Steve close.

“I’m going to ask you something,” he said, trailing fingers along Steve’s spine. “And I want you to be honest with me.”

Steve nodded.

“Were you jealous of Ilaria?”

Steve bit his lip. 

“No,” he said haltingly. “Not–not jealous.”

He didn’t think that was the right word, at least, even if the right word evaded him.

“Then what?”

His gaze dropped to where his hands rested on Bucky’s chest.

“Was it–was it better with her? Were you…happier?”

“No.”

The answer was immediate, but it wasn’t dismissive. That one word held a weight that said not only was Bucky taking the question seriously, he was answering with the same gravity that Steve had asked the question.

“No, sweetheart,” Bucky repeated. He cupped the back of Steve’s head, bringing him forward to press a soft, lingering kiss to his forehead. “Never.”

He kissed Steve again, before pulling back to look him in the face.

“You have to understand, Ilaria and I were kids when we met,” he said. “And we were barely out of our teens when we dated. But by then, we had both figured out that we liked certain things in the bedroom, and our tastes were too similar to be compatible with each other. She wasn't kidding when she said she'd love to take you home."

He smiled, playfully nipping at Steve's jaw.

"You," he said, "are catnip for the right kind of person."

Steve blushed for the millionth time that night, but this time didn't feel like a failing. He petted the lapel of Bucky's jacket.

"What happened? Between you two?"

Bucky shrugged.

"We tried it for a few months and then decided we were going to ruin a perfectly good friendship if we kept going. Neither of us wanted that, so we broke up. She was never going to be my forever. And she wasn’t ‘the one that got away,’ if that’s what you’re thinking, either.”

Steve hesitated, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Is there a one that got away?”

Bucky gave him a look.

“Not unless you plan on running away from me any time soon."

He leaned down, kissing Steve so tenderly that it was suddenly hard to breathe.

“You are my forever,” he murmured. “You're the only one I've ever thought about that way. The only one I've ever loved like this."

Their lips brushed in another aching kiss.

"God, I love you, sweetheart. I love you in ways I didn’t think were possible. I need you in ways I didn’t know I could. No one compares to you, not even a little. I don’t want you ever worrying about that.”

“I–I don’t,” Steve whispered breathlessly. He really didn’t, not usually. It was just– “She’s just so perfect.”

Bucky laughed lowly.

“I have the stories and the pictures to prove otherwise,” he said, nipping at Steve’s lips. “But first…I think my baby needs to be reminded how much he means to me. What do you think?”

Steve shuddered, his head falling back as Bucky sucked at his throat.

“Yes,” he breathed. “Please.”

“Mmmm, that’s what I thought.”

Bucky bent, hoisting Steve into his arms. 

“C’mon, gorgeous, let’s go to bed.”

#nani asks #greenberg replies #dialogue prompts #criminal bucky barnes #bucky's ex ilaria #if the italian endearments are off that's on me it was like a 2 minute google search

[andylyn]

I want someone to caress Bucky's cheek before cupping his tenderly. Looking at him with hooded eyes filled with anguish. Looking at his blue blue eyes so dull from the magnesium flare they have before. And say with voice so soft and tender "Who did this to you?"

And Bucky would laugh it off, giving the excuse that he is fine, had never felt better. But that someone heard the crack in his tone and barely noticible shake of his fingers.

Rage will burns bright and hot within them but none is shown, so they will slowly pull Bucky's face down and kiss each of his eyelids. "Are they alive? Because they won't be for long"

May mercy be with those who harmed their precocious boy.

#mota #hc #precocious boy Bucky #poor bucky #I ship Bucky x happiness #Love his boy tenderly he deserves it #please please #john egan #john bucky egan #I have to Google so many English words to this #I am shy but I want to share because my brain won't shut up about it #maternal rage is a go #I hope I use the words right #And tag this right #sorry if it's awful

[bucksangel]

I'M BEGGING SOMEONE TO GIVE ME ENERGY TO FINISH MILK AND SUGAR!!!!

milk and sugar is the name of part two of milk and honey

#i'm losing my mind staring at this google doc #bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #stucky #stucky imagine #stucky x reader #𓆩♡𓆪 angel's thoughts 𓆩♡𓆪 #omegaverse

[nascenticity]

tbh by getting the location of the front lines in 1943 wrong (how, you can literally find this information in 30 seconds via google/wikipedia), catfa missed a great opportunity to give us a montage of the howling commandos bonding as they take a week-long roadtrip thru Nazi-occuppied northern italy

#marvel #catfa #steve rogers #bucky barnes #howling commandos #probably actually longer than a week considering they'd have sick and wounded with them and would have had to avoid detection by the enemy #thats about the minimum amount of time according to google maps' walking directions tho

[pearlparty]

Masters of the Air Episode 9 Spoilers Out of Context via gifs

#Spoiler alert: the allies win the war #I’ll add more gifs if I think of them #masters of the air #mota #austin butler #callum turner #gale cleven #john egan #buck cleven #bucky egan #john bucky egan #gale buck cleven #mota spoilers #spoilers without context #not my gifs #i found them on google #MotA finale #Masters of the air finale

[gay-jewish-bucky]

what are some petnames you think bucky has for steve? or maybe some that either of them have for alpine?

there are a several repeats from steve's nicknames for bucky that i'll get out of the way first: babe/baby, best guy, handsome, sweetheart, my love/love, sugar

now, what we're all here for, bucky-specific nicknames for steve (i was able to find wayyy more yiddish and hebrew endearments than i was irish)

stevie

captain ;)

lyubenyu (yiddish for 'little lover', ha get it bc steve is super tall now and bc he's loved steve since he was that little guy from brooklyn)

zeiskeit (yiddish for 'sweetness')

hartsdekl mayns (yiddish for 'my heart blanket')

a'huvi (hebrew for 'beloved')

chatich (hebrew for 'sexy')

lyube-dushe (yiddish for 'lovely soul')

shabbes-laykhterl mayns (yiddish for 'my sabbath lantern', this makes me feral)

edit: how could i have forgotten 'punk'?

#Assorted Jewish Writings - Yiddish/Hebrew/Irish #marvel #mcu #stevebucky #stucky #jewish!bucky #jewish!bucky barnes #jewish bucky #jewish bucky barnes #mistakes are the fault of google just not bothering to let me cross-reference a lot of these terms

[samwpmarleau]

fic snippet: as foam upon the sea

meant for @fleurdelouvemonth but regrettably i don’t expect that the full fic will be done within the next two days and i’m already over a week behind the mermaid au prompt day this was supposed to be for (although elements of it apply to the days this week heyo), so i’m posting a piece from the middle of it to show that i participated. i haven’t written for either of these characters before so i really hope this isn’t trash, and if you notice logistical or geographical tomfoolery no you don’t

So abruptly she nearly knocks her head into his, Barnes stops. He searches the horizon — for what, she doesn’t know — his eyes narrowing beneath a growing frown. She treads water beside him, attempting to sense what he apparently does, but all she sees is what she doesn’t see. Just gently rippling blackness meeting an equally black sky broken up only by the pinpricks of starlight and the crescent moon high above.

“What is it?” she whispers.

He had said his arm could sense electro-whatever; maybe that’s happening now, maybe there’s a shark headed their way or something. Though, she doesn’t think Barnes would be quite so on edge if it were as mundane a thing as a shark. And that’s assuming a shark would even bother with them when it could have a much easier time finding different prey.

“I don’t know,” he murmurs. With a quiet shink, he withdraws a knife and hands it to her, then reaches for the boltgun strapped across his back.

She has about a dozen questions, but the tension and alertness rolling off him in waves keeps her from voicing any of them. She nervously adjusts and readjusts her grip on the knife, thoroughly unused to wielding such a utensil for any purpose besides cutting nets, cooking, or opening boxes.

Out of nowhere, Barnes snaps his head towards a specific point, no longer having a vague sense of danger. He shoves her roughly behind him, but not soon enough, and Sarah cries out as she feels a searing pain in her side. There’s still nothing above water that she can see; the shot had come from somewhere beneath. She feels another projectile whiz by, but it ricochets off Barnes’s metal arm before it can reach her. Which is where her perception of anything beneath her stops, for Barnes ducks beneath the water. There is nowhere nearby to retreat to, not even a piece of driftwood to use as a meager defense. All Sarah can do is float where she is, not draw further attention to herself, and try not to think about how much she’s bleeding from whatever laceration had been made.

She can’t tell whether it’s a minute or an hour that passes without a single indication of Barnes returning, which brings an entirely new fear to mind: whether he will return, and what it would mean for her if he doesn’t. If he’s been shot, if he’s been killed, if he’s been captured, at best she’ll be stranded in the middle of the ocean with an inventory of a single knife. Worse, HYDRA — and it must be them, of that she has no doubt — will kill her, too.

“You’re gonna be fine,” she tells herself, as if saying it aloud will make it true. “Everything is gonna be fine. This is just your typical aquatic assassination attempt, no problem.”

While it doesn’t lessen her pessimism much, it does at least help keep her focused on something other than sheer fear. She knows all too well how paralyzing fear can be, and that is the last thing she needs right now.

Shutting her eyes, she starts to hum a lullaby Titi used to sing. She can’t remember the words anymore, but she remembers the tune.

She gets a few verses in when she jerks back with a shriek, brandishing her knife at the movement she feels by her feet.

“Watch it!” hisses the movement, whose voice she identifies as Barnes. Wisely, he plucks the knife from her hand and returns it to its sheath.

“What happened?” she asks, hit with a waterfall of relief. She wishes she could see more than vague silhouettes. “That was HYDRA?”

“Yeah,” Barnes says, “They must’ve used some kind of heat signature tracking. Or maybe they caught sight of me back at the beach and dispatched divers to the area they thought I’d go. I don’t think they know exactly where, or they’d have sent more than a few guys armed with spearguns.”

That had to have been what she was grazed with, then, a speargun arrow. She can’t say she’s ever had that before, though she knows it happens back home every now and then, usually to stupid kids not paying attention to what they’re doing.

Of course, she’s fairly certain none of those stupid kids were shot by HYDRA spearguns. She gets the dubious honor of being the first.

“So what now? Are there going to be more where they came from? Do they have beacons or something they could’ve activated?”

“Likely,” Barnes says. He refastens her rope to himself. “We have to go. Once HYDRA notices their divers aren’t moving from this spot, they’ll come. With reinforcements.”

Great.

“So how are we supposed to get out of here?”

“I’ll have to dive.”

“Not all of us can hold their breath for as long as you can. How do you expect me to —”

“I don’t have time to explain.”

“Explain what?”

Barnes answers by cupping her face in his hands and kissing her full on the mouth. Before she can ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing or push him off her, she feels an odd, though not unpleasant, tingling in her lips. A warm burn slides its way into her lungs, as though she’s taken a swig from high-shelf whiskey.

The burn lingers as Barnes drags her beneath the surface of the water. Only then does he pull away, leaving her to panic at the sensation of having no air left in her lungs. That is, until she realizes that she doesn’t need to breathe. As Barnes swims away, the rope connecting them keeping her at pace, Sarah does her best to get her bearings.

Regrettably, for all that she seems to have temporarily acquired Barnes’s breathing ability, that hasn’t affected her eyesight or cognitive processing — she can make out some shapes, but for the most part everything they pass is a complete blur.

Once she gets over the novelty of the breathing part, the unnerving part of being along for the ride settles in. She hadn’t thought much about mermaid locomotion, but if she had, she doesn’t think she’d have banked on them being able to swim this fast. Not that she has a speedometer, but she’s sat seatbelt-less in the bed of a truck barreling down the freeway plenty of times, and this feels much the same. Only more wet. Needless to say, she grips the harness like her life depends on it — which, really, it does.

She also wishes that that kiss — or whatever it was — from Barnes helped with temperature as well, for while it doesn’t seem like they’re going deeper anymore, she’s fucking cold. Solely the fear of being tracked by an evil organization keeps her from tapping Barnes on the shoulder and asking if they could possibly swim a few dozen meters higher.

She puts up with it, knowing the alternative is tempting lethal fate. After a while, she nearly manages to fall asleep, such is her adrenaline crash and the steady fluidity of Barnes’s movements. She’s groggy when finally they stop, some sort of partially enclosed outcrop whose features she can just make out in the burgeoning sunrise. Barnes sets her on the rock and triple-checks both the entrance and surroundings.

Unfortunately, she discovers, the end feels much like the beginning, complete with the sensation of having no air even though now there is plenty of it. Is it possible to suffocate when there’s air to be had? Did Barnes merely delay her death sentence?

Apparently hearing her distress, he approaches with mild concern in his expression amongst the usual cagey neutrality, but his voice is calm as he instructs, “Force it. The air, you have to force it.”

The thought feels impossible. “I — can’t —”

“You can.” He places his hands lightly on her shoulders. “Breathe, Sarah.”

It’s the first time he’s said her name, she realizes, which all by itself is nearly enough to startle her out of her predicament. The touching takes care of the rest; up until now, their only contact has been of necessity, not comfort or even friendliness.

It’s a shaky breath that she draws into her lungs but a breath nonetheless, and once she’s done it, she gulps down as much as she possibly can. The pain in her chest slowly dissipates.

“Are you okay?” Barnes asks.

“Yeah I — I think so. Did you know it was that awful to come out of it?”

“No. I’ve never been around for that part.”

Now that she no longer is suffocating and they’re out of imminent danger, she wonders about the mechanics of the whole thing. “How’d you do it?”

“Something to do with the regenerative properties of the serum, it slows hypoxia. That’s what I was told, anyway.”

“Then why did it feel like I couldn’t breathe?”

“Because,” he says, “if you hold it too long, your body wants to keep the air it has left. It doesn’t realize it doesn’t have to until you force it.”

“That was too long?” she asks. “How long did we swim?”

“Bit over two hours, I think.”

“Two —”

He’d told her he could dive for an hour and a half, two hours maybe. And while with his enhanced strength she must not weigh much, she still weighs something. She takes stock of him, seeing only now that he looks exhausted, his own breath coming in heavier than normal. Never mind the exertion from fighting the combatants and what looks like a nasty gash over his eye dripping blood down the side of his face. He doesn’t appear bothered by it, but she’s been around him enough by this point to know he’s not the kind of person to admit to injury. Who knows what else he might’ve sustained?

Ultimately, she supposes the specifics of it all don’t matter and, frankly, she doesn’t have the patience for any more of a science lesson at the moment. Barnes himself may not even know the full scope. Really, she should celebrate the fact that he’s spoken more to her in the last two minutes than he has the last few days combined.

“So, how’d you figure it out, this breath-sharing thing?” she asks instead. “Got a history of saving damsels in distress, do you?”

She’d meant it as a joke, but a shadow passes over Barnes’s face. “No.”

“Then how —”

“Let me see where you were hit,” he interrupts. “You’re bleeding pretty badly.”

She looks down to see a wide bloom of red is indeed staining her shirt. The pain has become more of a throbbing nuisance than the acute sharpness it was before, though she’s not sure whether that’s a good or bad thing.

Sarah lifts up the hem of her shirt, and immediately wishes she hadn’t. It looks much worse than she thought it would. It still counts as a graze, she’d say, in the grand scheme of things, but an inch further and she’d have a hole straight through her abdomen.

“Seawater is healing,” she says with feeble confidence. It is, but she’s fairly certain this is too big of a wound for that to apply to.

“Stay here,” Barnes directs. “I’ll be back soon.”

He’s gone before she can ask where he’s going, disappearing under the water as quietly as always. She lets out a sigh. One of these days she’s going to make him give her an explanation before darting off.

#the full fic is approaching 20K so there's that #my google search history is very very strange let me tell you #spoiler alert: she does get to call him bucky eventually #she's just currently in the 'we haven't yet had a Moment after which i tell you my Designated Friend nickname' category atm #sarah wilson #bucky barnes #sarahbucky #buckysarah #fleurdelouve month #marvel fic #(no idea if that's even the tag) #my fic #bucky x sarah

[colorpicked-pride-flags]

Hi! Sorry, please ignore my other ask, I forgot to send in a picture 😅 Can you please do the MLM flag colorpicked from Bucky Barnes? Merci d’avance!

The GAY flag color-picked from BUCKY BARNES [Marvel]

#Merci pour la demande! #lol #google translate core #color picked flags #pride flags #pride flag #mlm #gay #gay flag #bucky barnes #marvel #request #requests

[johnslittlespoon]

decided to break my own heart today i guess

#ofc he would be there but i never specifically thought about it #i'm never googling things ever again #a knife to the heart #and i wish i had kept it that way #my eyes are leaking #buck x bucky #buckbucky #masters of the air

[pollutedstar]

Everybody is Supposed to be Dead

“…there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.”

In 1944, Bucky Barnes falls off a train into the Alps, missing and presumed dead. Months later, Steve Rogers nosedives a plane into the arctic.

In 2010, the Winter Soldier project is uncovered by S.H.E.I.L.D., and Bucky Barnes is found alive. Three years later, Steve Rogers’ frozen body is found in the ocean.

#um. hi #marvel #my writing #stucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #this is the longest fic i've ever written idk what about these men induce such insane thoughts #this thing had me googling things like when was evolution first taught in public schools and origin of the slang commie

[moonlightpirate]

Well she will probably hate me for this but happy birthday @fandomohana thanks for being an amazing friend I would be absolutely lost without you! I hope you have an amazing day! Everyone who knows her go wish her a happy birthday make her day!!!!

#happy birthday #best friends #wifey things #man candy #yes shes already seen this picture #but tumblr needs to see it as well #😂 #🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 #🎂 #crowley #eddie munson #bucky barnes #all pictures are from google images

[shomouno]

buck this buck that i keep thinking bucky barnes came out while staring at a destiel tag

#i don't know what 911 is #i mean i know it's a show and shit #but i had no idea who tf this character is #actually i still don't know #so whenever i see the name buck my brain is like #oh damn bucky? bucky came out? is he gonna smash steve? #and likw the damn destiel resurgence wasn't helping one bit #like fuck i kept seeing castiel and shit #so without any further context other than castiel and destiel and buck coming out #well shit i was clowned on by my own decision to not use google #text #mine