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justcallme-bucky · 8 months
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*sends you homemade cookies trying to even out that some anons were exceptionally rude*
That's really sweet of you, and I appreciate it, but we've been advised by legal that we're unable to consume homemade and/or unpackaged food from fans due to...The Incident.
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flordeamatista · 1 month
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Bucky Barnes ♡ Sebastian Stan
Captain America: Civil War ♡ (2016)
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navybrat817 · 1 month
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On my knees, sir. 😍🥵🫠
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delightindarkness · 14 days
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Fallout AU || Closed Starter
The heavy air itself was suffocating as James' lungs took their first unaided breath in a little over two hundred years. It burned at first.
Something was wrong.
Alarms blared as the cryochamber he was in popped open, mechanical whirring loud in the otherwise silent vault. Stumbling out of the chamber, blue eyes squinted even against the low light. What the hell was happening?
Other than the alarms, there was no other commotion. At least not in this this sector. He was panting as he moved from chamber to chamber in the cold, damp room. Each one said the same as he pressed the emergency release.
System Failure. Life Support Off.
Dead. All of them were dead. Why wasn't he dead? What the hell happened? Last thing he remembered he was being ushered into the vault. His handlers had told him that it was time for the bombs to fall, it was time for their most important, most dangerous mission yet. Purging out the enemies on our own American soil.
Where was everyone?
"Hello?" He called out twice. Once in English, once in Russian. It was a preferred language by many of the handlers and scientists that he'd been working with. Something he'd learned and picked up on quickly. His voice was strained and he hated how it echoed in the almost empty room. It made him think of a tomb. Each chamber was now its own coffin.
His head was still reeling as he moved from room to room. It was all the same. More of the tragic death that he'd so narrowly escaped. A few rooms had their security measures tripped and it made him wonder if it was an attack.
Making his way toward the exit, it became clearer and clearer, especially after seeing several skeletons, that quite some time had passed, and something horrible had happened. It took the Sargent awhile to figure his way out, but after a bit, the vault door was rolling back and he thought he might go blind.
The light that met him was so bright he felt like he was heading out onto the surface of the sun. His eyes began to adjust though...slowly. Things on the surface didn't seem much better, based on what he could see thus far. More bodies. Most of them in military garb. Once again, the tale of time had taken its toll, and they were nothing but bone.
One of the skeletons was still clinging tightly to a 10mm Pistol, and he quickly took it, checking to see how much ammo was left. It wasn't much, and he figured he wouldn't need it as he himself was a weapon, but he wanted it just in case.
The first place he came to was a neighborhood that had obviously seen better days. Other than some bugs and a robot that didn't speak to him, he found nothing save for a bit more ammo and some food that seemed a little suspicious, but it was better than nothing he supposed.
Headed up the road, and over what was once a bridge, he heard movement, slowing his steps, though it did him little good. The dog on premises alerted his presence to whomever was around the moment he let out a long howl.
@little-blog-of-horrors
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ironman-tonystark · 4 months
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Sam claims not to have superpowers, and yet he has probably caught both the super-soldiers a dozen times, mid-air, and never once has he dislocated his shoulder.
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biteofcherry · 6 months
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What you had with him was a little wild, a lot of reckless. Both of you so young, only starting to figure out what you want in your life and how to achieve it. And your goals were so very much on opposite ends of the scale.
Both of you ambitious, both dedicated, but when you searched for light, he craved to rule the darkness.
He started as an errand boy, then earned himself the right to carry a gun and be a driver on certain jobs. And you tried to convince him (and yourself) that you were appalled, that you didn't get a tad wetter when he came to you late in the night and fucked you on a rush of adrenaline.
As predicted, your paths parted. You were off to get your degrees and secure yourself a solid, respectable job. What he did, if he even survived the dangers of the underworld he chose, you had no idea.
Time passed and your memories of him faded in a locked chest of your memory; even if sometimes your body seized with longing as another of your boyfriends couldn't deliver the thrill he used to give you.
Until almost fifteen years later, when a friend of yours scored invites to an elite, invitation-only nightclub in the city. You never expected him to be there. You had no idea he owned the place. No idea he now owned the whole city.
No idea he was going to own you, too.
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buckgasms · 8 months
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What about
If you were an omega in like 'medieval times', and you were rescued from a pack of alphas who mistreat you and hurt you because your a soft little omega.
It's a miserable night and you are sitting alone by the fire when the camp is attacked by Alpha Bucky's pack? And you are so scared because you had heard stories about how strong and dangerous they were. And the fight was really brutal and you sort of manage to hide in a corner until all the fighting stops and you're just shivering and terrified.
But it turned out they were only dangerous to bad people, and they totally look after omegas and worship the ground they walk on?
And they give you nice clean clothes and tend your injuries, feed you and give you a nice little tent to sleep in, with warm blankets to snuggle up in.
And maybe you spend a bit of time with Peter who is a bouncy omega and he's like really sweet and makes you feel like it's all going to be ok?
And you ask him about Bucky because he smells so damn good and he keeps looking at you but he hasn't spoken to you. And Peter is like, "Oh he's fine, he's just a bit intense, but once you get to know him he's great."
And one night you are all at a tavern and you find yourself sitting next to Bucky somehow (Peter spoke to Natasha and she made it happen) and you are talking with him a bit and it's nice but you feel nervous because now you are next to him it's even more clear how attractive and strong and safe he is and you just want to bury your face in his chest, but you cannot.
And mayyyyybe, you start to doze off on his shoulder because you've been through a lot. And the next thing you know he is carrying you up to your bedroom and you just don't want him to let go, so you whisper to him, "please stay, it's scary in here by myself..."
So after very little persuasion he agrees but doesn't get under the covers because he doesn't want to make you feel pressured or anything. But you have had some mead so you just snuggle up and immediately fall asleep with his scent all around you???
And you wake up and he's accidentally snuggled up to you and buried his nose in your neck and you feel so happy and yet can't stop freaking out because it's so intimate even though you are both fully dressed and nothing even happened.
And what if later that day he comes up to you and tries to suggest that you both should avoid sleeping like that again until he can properly win your affections, but you just pout and say, "but it's scary all alone... Unless you think I should ask another alpha?" And give him your best innocent eyes and bite your lip and he just flares up red at the thought of it.
"Well if you don't want me in your tent and I can't sleep by myself, what am I going to do?" You ask, batting your lashes and ever so slightly pressing your fingers against his chest.
And he just growls and storms off but you just giggle and skip off to tell Peter and Natasha what happened because they are now your number one fans and love seeing Bucky flustered.
So that night over the camp fire you spend time chatting to Natasha, who is an alpha, and you loudly tell her your problem about not wanting to sleep alone and she offers a space in her tent. And Peter is gleeful at the look on Bucky's face as he glares at this exchange.
Especially because he can smell your mischievous delight in your scent and he knows he's being played for a fool. But as Natasha strokes your arm he cannot help himself.
He stomps over and takes your hand in his before pulling you up in the air and over his shoulder, marching away from Natasha as you squeal in surprise.
Finally he puts you down outside his tent and presses a hungry kiss to your lips. "Omega, you pull a stunt like that again and I'll have your ass, now get in this tent and go to sleep before I change my mind."
And you just giggle and kiss him on the cheek before heading inside and making the bed a perfect little nest for when he returns to snuggle up with you?
That might be cool?
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wintercosmickillsx · 1 month
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shower Bucky!
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peachyspaceslvt · 1 year
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The Winter Soldier
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rookthorne · 1 year
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He’s so beautiful it so unfair
My heart is on the floor as a puddle
nonnie, my whole being is on the floor as a puddle for this look - like I swear to fuck this is ridiculously unfair
CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW SOFT HE LOOKS?! his hair?! his smile?!
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in regards for Bucky inspiration…
thoughts below the cut with a sprinkle of pet names - is this my first published headcanon? IS IT? I think it is 👀
I don’t know what came over me but I hope you like it! 😅🤣💗
this is entirely DBF!Bucky, and this is how he looks on a slow Sunday - maybe he came round to ‘hang out’ with your father, maybe watch a game… until your father leaves, and you two are alone in the living room 👀
“You doin’ okay, doll?” Bucky asked, smiling softly, and it was all you could do to not slip from the sofa and melt into a puddle at his feet.
Your thoughts seem to flicker across your expression because his smile turns into a devilish smirk.
All it took was a beckoning gesture for you to rise from your seat and straddle his lap, careful to not make too much noise - your father was only down the hall.
“What’s goin’ through that pretty head of yours, baby?” Bucky murmured. His right hand moved to cup your jaw before his fingers ran through your hair softly; not leaving a strand out of place. “Huh?”
“Nothing,” you mumbled back, chasing his touch with a soft exhale. “Jus’ missed you.”
Bucky’s perfect lips pulled into a soft pout of sympathy; his low voice honeyed as his left hand rested on your thigh. “I missed you too, baby girl.”
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Bucky had walked around the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian for hours, taking his time in learning about himself and Steve Rogers. His best friend from childhood, inseparable on the school ground and battlefield. At least, that's what exhibit detailed. It felt familiar, though the actual memories were just out of reach. There was one fact etched into one of the displays that made him pause during his first walk through then again on the second and third time. It took him awhile to pick out what exactly was wrong with the display but he figured it out, a gloved hand reaching out to brush over the date of birth.
“Happy Birthday Steve…” Cautiously stepping out of the shadows, Bucky didn't warn close the distance between them with Steve standing on the steps of his apartment building. The night air had a slight chill to it, making him pull his jacket tighter around him with the passing breeze.
"The Smithsonian has your birthday wrong. July fourth?" He didn't remember much about himself but he knew Steve's birthday. There was no doubt in his mind about the single fact. But he didn't know how the Captain was going to react to seeing him for the first time since he nearly killed him. A nervous lick of his lips and glance over his shoulder at a passing car, his attention moving right back to Steve before he hesitantly took a step back towards the shadows. "I can go...just wanted to say happy birthday."
@theprice-cffreedcm
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justcallme-bucky · 8 months
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What do you like to wear for casual wear like for grocery shopping or going to the movies with Steve?
Jeans, tshirt, jacket. Like literally everyone else in NYC.
Last time I went to the movies with Steve was before I went to war. Why do people assume I don't have any other friends? I mean, I don't, but it's rude to assume.
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vvolfstare · 8 months
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a winterhawk mixtape
side a (wake up, asshole) 1. Bad Company - Bad Company 2. Black Veil Brides - Perfect Weapon 3. Ozzy Osbourne - Shot In The Dark 4. Rise Against - Satellite 5. Skillet - Never Surrender 6. The Weepies - Add My Effort 7. All Time Low - Time Bomb side b (feelin' kinda swept off my feet here, romeo) 8. +44 - When Your Heart Stops Beating 9. Taylor Swift - Delicate 10. Blue Oyster Cult - Burnin' For You 11. A Day To Remember - Your Way With Words Is Through Silence 12. Lifehouse - Hanging By a Moment 13. Billie Holiday - The Way You Look Tonight 14. Brian Fallon - I Don't Mind If I'm With You 15. Melissa Etheridge - Nowhere To Go
@defectivexfragmented
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navybrat817 · 2 months
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My muse: Only One Bed, may I introduce you to Sunshine and Grumpy?
Me: Is that really necessary for-
My muse: Um, your job is to type. Thanks.
Me: ...
My muse: I'm sorry.
Me: It's okay.
My muse: No, that was bitchy. Been a long week, but I shouldn't take it out on you.
Me: All good. I get it. Really.
My muse: So... We're cool? Only One Bed and Sunshine and Grumpy?
Me: Yeah, we're cool. Go wild.
My muse: At your pace, of course. Take all the time you need. You're doing great.
Me: Thanks. You, too.
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writethewolvesaway · 3 months
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But here's the thing about personhood: someone can have all of the individuality in the world, they can have likes and dislikes specific to themselves, and they can navigate society with a confident smile and an easy stride;
this says nothing of their humanity.
For years, all of those Hydra agents would have gone home at the end of the day and made a series of choices. What's for dinner? What would they watch on TV? Would they play around with hobbies in their free time? Would they get together with friends?
They would sit in their kitchen and ruminate in a stew of their own opinions and impressions. That neighbor is annoying, they should turn the music down. These walls don't look good yellow, they should be painted blue. Rumlow was a dick today. Cindy the cashier at the gas station got a new haircut and it suits her.
All the while, the Winter Soldier would sit quietly on a cold metal table as they prepared him for cryostasis. He wouldn't make a sound as they stuck needles in his veins. It wouldn't occur to him to protest. In the chamber, the thought of expressing displeasure over the aching cold would not cross his mind. He has no personhood; he has no individuality; he has no likes or dislikes.
But then, later, he will see a familiar face, marred with injuries that were put there by his own fist. There will be a split second where he hesitates, where something deep in his core protests at the thought of harm coming to this target. And he will cling to that tiny, minuscule fraction of a feeling with everything that he is, with every fiber and cell of his being. He saves Steve, and that feeling grows because he nurtures it, feeding it over time with the glances of memory that he is allowed by his broken brain, sprinkling it with small acts of gentleness and genuine care.
Bucky Barnes' humanity is a deep, rich, ever-present thing. Hydra never managed to steal that away from him, not entirely, no matter how they mangled and brutalized his personhood.
I think that Bucky is more human than any of those Hydra agents ever were. Because while they didn't blink at the thought of wiping out a substantial number of the population and continued to live in mundanity despite the atrocities that they were committing leading up to that, Bucky fought tooth and nail through instincts that were ingrained into his very mind in order to save one person based on a split second of real emotion.
I don't know what's more human than that.
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ironman-tonystark · 2 months
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Have you ever seen a puppy trying to play with an older dog who's reluctantly putting up with it? Sometimes when Clint and Bucky are around each other it reminds me of that.
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