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bahrmp3 · 1 year
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[ID: four panels of bucky barnes with the original comic panels in an alternating blue and light yellow background, he is wearing a tank top and white stripped pants. in each panel, he has his cat, alpine near him. End ID] 
bucky barnes and alpine in winter soldier (2018), art by rod reis
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sashaisready · 16 days
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This Must Be The Place (in progress)
Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader
Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.
Warnings for: death of a loved one, grief, angst (it gonna be angsty!), Bucky not always being a good guy.
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Full disclosure I'm not entirely sure where this came from...or where it's going lmao?? But I've wanted to do my own Biker!Bucky for a long time. Planning on this one to be ANGSTY and Bucky and Reader (Sugar) are going to be super stubborn hehehe.
Title comes from my fave Talking Heads song.
Let me know what you think! Always grateful for comments and reblogs.
Chapter One - Home is where I want to be
Chapter Two - Feet on the ground
Chapter Three - Head in the clouds
Chapter Four - Pick me up
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justarandomgirly · 1 year
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This expression tho...
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astxrwar · 3 months
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i see the “army vet bucky” modern au alternatives for the winter soldier trauma and raise you “life-altering motorcycle accident survivor turned (recovered) painkiller addict bucky”. i think this might be too niche but there’s so many parallels psychologically wrt: the lack of choice inherent in the neurobiology of drug addiction particularly in ppl who started off just taking what was prescribed to them for their pain in like the 90s/early 2000s (when pharma execs Lied about the neurological impacts). the way you kind of lose all that time despite still living it and having the memories, how sometimes the memories feel like they belong to a different person once you get sober. how it separates you from everyone else in your life who Didn’t suffer like that. it’s Compelling. imo.
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thatmexisaurusrex · 2 years
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Just Bucky, bragging about his boyfriend, Sam, Captain America, to a bunch of amused heroes at the New Avengers Campus right outside of New Orleans as he waits near his motorcycle for Sam to finish his day at work.
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daydreamerdrew · 3 months
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Sgt. Fury and his Howling Commandoes (1963) #13
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galatially · 2 years
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❝𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐛 ❞
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“From womb to tomb, sperm to worm, Howlies ride on.”
𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛
𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟
𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟
𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒
𝑖 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒
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Love love love your Bucky x reader platonic fics. We need more platonic/bff Bucky content! Im new to tumblr so still figuring out how requests work 🥺 but if you’re taking requests, would love more platonic bucky fics. Some ideas maybe:
- Bucky joining you on a night out / is protective of you
- Bucky wanting to become friends with you because you remind him of his sister Sarah. When you become good friends, he’s nervous to tell you why he wanted to get to know you.
Thank you, anon !!
I’m currently writing a Bucky drabble and was considering making it romantic but something about Buck is platonic as fuck??? I cannot explain why but the idea of writing romantic Bucky feels so strange.
My prompts technically aren’t open but I’m working on a short series of drabbles (link here) and I love these ideas so may very well incorporate them into the current series! Thank you for the suggestions 😊
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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Heaven's Demons, Chapter 36
Word Count:  1.5k
Warnings:  tension, slight angst
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“Oh my god, Lee!” she gasped, clinging to her boyfriend as her elder brother was taken away.  Lauren’s heart ached at the sight of him being led away in cuffs, but it soared at the prospect of herself being free. 
“I got you, sweetheart,” he cooed, kissing her temple, “I promised you, I’d find a way, baby…I just didn’t think it would be this.”
“H-how did you find out about the room?”
Lee looked to the door where their son stood with his cousin, tears in his eyes.  And in that moment, she knew that he must have said something.  She’d once been locked in the room, and her son had to deal with him for a week, until she ‘learned her lesson’. 
Being separated from her son was the worst week of her life up until she’d been locked away with the threat of being charged with the murder of her fiancé.
“Oh, baby…”
He rushed down the stairs, and Lauren let go of Lee long enough to catch their son rushing into her arms.  But as she did, Ari’s eyes met with Lees, “what now, brother?”
“Well, I recon you probably called Rogers after Barber got you locked up,” he replied.  Ari nodded, and Lee swallowed hard, already accepting that they were about to be in some deep shit with the club’s president, “well…Rogers is reasonable.  He’s bat shit crazy, but he’ll see that what Barber was doing was leading us into the ground.  He kept a lot to himself. A lot that could bury the charter…my guess is he’ll want to swallow it whole…”
“Why do you think that?”
Lee nodded out towards the door, where through the glass front and across the street he could see none other than Steve Rogers himself standing without his colors, smoking a cigarette. 
“Shit.”
“Yeah,” Lee agreed.  He hadn’t expected Rogers to arrive so quickly, but he couldn’t say that he was entirely surprised.  He looked down to Lauren, “baby…take him upstairs…we’re gonna have club company in a few…”
“Lee-“
“You don’t want to see Cap, sweetheart, trust me,” Lee reminded her.  She looked to the window and her eyes widened, before she came to realize that it was Steve Rogers across the street.  She was quick to get off her knees and kiss Lee, before picking her son up and hauling them both upstairs.  He turned to Levi, “grab a few beers…this is gonna be a long conversation, Levs…”
Steve Rogers sat, his cigarette ashing along the expensive countertop as he heard the last of the story from Ari and Lee.  They waited with their breath held as he mulled it over.  Across the street they could see some more of the guys in a truck, as though they were waiting for a cue from their president.  It made them nervous the longer they sat.  But it didn’t take long for him to nod, accepting it, “matches up with what Sweetie and Gearz told me.”
They paled. 
Only recently had Barber and Butcher told them about what’s been going on with Gearz.  But to hear that Sweetie and him were safe was a surprise.  They had both figured that Barber offed them like he did Fonzie’s old lady and just had opted not to tell anyone.
“Sweetie’s alive?”
“She’s smarter than you two give her credit for,” he grunted, unappreciative over how they just seemed to glaze over the younger woman, “she ran when she sensed danger, just like I taught her to.  Came straight to me…like the two of you should have done.”
“We didn’t know Barber went off the deep end, Cap.”
“W-we didn’t want to alert you if it was nothing.”
Steve’s jaw twitched, “I promised her that I wouldn’t do what Barber did…so you know that.  Told her that I’d give you guys the same chances as Gearz had…I’m a fair man, and I live honest as I can…”
“Wh-what are you talking about?” Lee asked.
“Long story short, her and I have history…and I owed her a favor.  She cashed in,” he shrugged, “she feels some type of way about the lot of you…and she had me promise to offer it.  Now, I’m only going to offer it once, so make sure it’s what you want…because it’s gonna be the only time I let any of you walk away.”
Lee’s heart leapt at the words, “walk away?  Y-you’re just going to let us walk away?”
“Gearz ain’t coming back.  I already heard it straight from his lips,” he said definitively, “I’m going to smooth things over with Junkyard dogs after this little meeting, but you guys need to hold church.  Whoever wants out can walk away tonight…no strings attached.  But if you’re out, you’re out.  There ain’t gonna be no coming back.  If you stay, you’re coming back to the North Coast Charter.  Gonna ride back up with me and the guys.  Gonna be home for ya from now on.”
“W-we’re going to be able to walk away?” Ari asked curiously, the thought sparking something in his own mind.
“Without recourse,” Steve agreed, “but if you ain’t, we’re closing up shop in this town and burning the charter by the end of the week.”
Ari and Lee looked at each other once more, both confused and intrigued, “how are you going to smooth things over with the junkyard dogs?”
“What’s she got on you, Cap?”
“None of your damn business,” he growled, standing up from his bar stool.  He put the cigarette out on the countertop and spat on the ground, “call in your boys and have church.  I’ll be back in the morning.”
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“Well, well well…what do we have here?” the president of the junkyard dogs teased.  Steve smiled as he crossed his arms over his muscular chest and examined the man that he had grown to respect, “to what do I owe the pleasure, Rogers?  I mean, you can’t be here for my VP, can ya?  I know your pops beat that out of you when you were still flexible enough.”
“I have something that belongs to you,” Steve said smugly.  He whistled and a few of his guys came from the van, each man holding one of Cherry’s arms as she fought blindly against them.  Steve noticed the older man’s eyes tearing up as they led his blindfolded, bound daughter to him, “heard from a little birdie that you lost something sweet, old man.  A Cherry.”
“Jesus Christ, Levinson said that she ran off with-“
“She did run off,” Steve said shortly, “Barber went off the deep end and my kids’ mother was lookin out for her, like a good old lady does.  Pulled her out before things got too dark.  The charter’s gonna be dismantled by the end of the week, but I figured I’d drop off a parting gift.”
The president seemed surprised, “got yourself an old lady there, Cap?”
“Hardly,” Steve shrugged, “Just a good woman who’s got her ear to the ground.  I know what it’s like to want to know your kid’s safe.   Got two of my own with her…but we keep it quiet so no one comes after em…two boys that are little hell-raisers.”
“Come on in,” he nodded, urging Steve and his men forwards.  Steve clapped the older man on the shoulder, allowing his own men to go first.  He stopped them and wrapped his arms around his daughter.  She stopped struggling once he pulled the blindfold off, “you’re safe, kid…”
“D-dad?” she asked, fat tears rolling down her cheeks.  The man nodded and she leaned against him, over any indiscretion or disagreement they’d ever had.  When Steve Rogers had taken her, she thought that was it.  She thought that she was going to die.  But to end up back in her father’s arms, she felt relieved, “i-is this real?  A-Am I really home?”
He nodded, tears in his eyes as he told Steve’s men to untie her, whilst he pulled the gag from her mouth.  Meanwhile, Bucky, who had been happily sitting at the bar with Alice on his lap as he drank, stopped at the sight of Steve pushing into the clubhouse.
It felt like his heart was beating so loud, he could hear the blood pulsating in his ears, “Shit…”
Bucky sat there, half admiring his former lover and how he’d changed in the years since he last saw him, and half feeling upset that he’d had the gall to show up.
“Who’s that, baby?” Alice cooed, pushing some of Bucky’s hair from his face.
“No one, doll,” he muttered, locking his arms around her waist even further.  He leaned towards the bar and glared at the sweet butt who was behind it, “ANOTHER BOTTLE!”
“Buc-“
“Don’t,” he growled, cutting her off as she continued to stare at Steve, “don’t go digging down that hole, Alice.”
She shrank against him, thrown off by the attitude change.  But Steve only smirked at his former lover, sending a shiver down his spine.  He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t still attracted to him.  His dark hair and mysterious demeanor had always drawn him, like a moth to a flame, and he wanted to feel his lover once more before he left.
“Looks like you guys are havin a party, there, Doc...”
The president smiled, “we are now.  You want to join in, Rogers?”
Chapter 37
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howieb-uk · 10 months
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Buddies ride together.
Meet up before DGR Salisbury 2023, England
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euesworld · 2 years
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*pulls up to you on a roaring Harley Davidson and yells over the engine - jump on - you go to get on the bike when I smile and yell*
"Not on the bike, on my face silly.."
Hahahaha.. do you want my beard tickling your thighs? - eUë
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sashaisready · 14 days
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This Must Be The Place: Chapter 2 -Feet on the ground
Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader
Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.
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No specific warnings in this one (apart from Biker!Bucky of course). Some brief references to grief. Sorry it's on the shorter side, just need to set up our story. Thanks to all who have reblogged/commented, it means a lot!
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You sipped your drink as you told Bucky all about granny and moving into her house. He nodded solemnly as he leaned on the bar and listened intently, the depth of his attention surprising you. You didn’t expect him to be so easy to talk to. Behind you, Wanda and Vis were very obviously pretending to be chatting, while clearly eavesdropping on your conversation.
“Oh yeah, she was a nice lady. I’m sorry for your loss,” Bucky told you with sincerity after you’d finish the whole tale. “She was a tough old gal”.
“Uh, thanks,” you replied quietly, not realising until now what an emotional gut punch it still was to talk about her. “And yeah…she was”.
You cleared your throat and changed the subject. You cocked an eyebrow and looked at him curiously.
“So…what’s your deal?”
He grinned, “What’d you mean?”
“You know,” you pointed to his kutte, “all this. You’re one of the top guys, I guess? I’m sorry, I don’t really know the lingo…”
“I’m the President” he smirked and pointed to one of his patches, clearly a little amused by your ignorance.
You peered over at the fabric square. “Mm. So, what, you drive around town on your bikes causing mayhem and throwing darts at women’s butts?”
“Something like that, yeah,” he laughed. “But mostly we’re here, or at the auto shop across town”.
“Busy, busy” you teased. “I’m sure its all legitimate and above board…”
He winked. God, what a dangerous wink. You instinctively knew that wink had ruined lives.
You both exchanged a small smile.
“You’re not afraid of me, huh?” Bucky teased.
“Should I be?” you boldly shot back.
He grinned. “No. But a lot of people are”.
“Well…your aesthetics aren’t super warm and fuzzy”.
“No…guess not”.
You continued to sip your drink as you tried to fight off the nagging voice telling you to back off. God only knows what he gets up to when he’s not at the bar or fixing cars or at whatever other business fronts they had. You didn’t need another dangerous, no-good man in your life…You were only supposed to sort the house out, live quietly for a little while and then leave. Not get embroiled with the locals, and certainly not with the President of a probably criminal motorcycle club…
…and yet…
“So…you working while you’re staying here?” he asked curiously.
“Mm. Maybe. I have some savings. And thankfully the mortgage at my grandmother’s place is paid off, so at least that’s one less thing. But I might get something part time to keep the lights on”.
Bucky smirked and held his arm up to the bar behind you. “Work here”.
You laughed. “What? Yeah, good one…”
“I’m serious. You need extra cash. We apparently need some help here after you tore my poor bartender apart. So why not? Sounds like you have some experience…”
“I do yeah…but…”
“But what?” he asked, a hint of interrogation in his voice.
“Well, I was thinking more like a coffee shop or delivering pamphlets or something. Not working nights with drunks…”
“Oh, but we’re friendly drunks. Plus, the regulars tip well,” he pushed. “You can spend the days working on the house and then do a few evenings here until you move on. It’s perfect”.
You frowned. It was pretty perfect, actually. You thought about protesting, but as you looked back at Bucky’s expression you immediately understood that this was someone who was very used to getting his own way.
“You’re not gonna drop this, are you?” you asked.
“Nope” he responded, popping the ‘p’ and shaking his head.
You sighed, chewing your lip with hesitation.
“Will your club mind? I mean…they don’t know me. All they know is I yelled at one of them”.
“Eh. Everyone yells at Parker”, he shrugged. “You’ll fit right in”.
You frowned, then looked back at him suspiciously.
“But…Why are you doing this? You barely know me. I might be a serial killer for all you know…”
He chuckled. “Well, I’ve met a lot of bad guys in my time, Sugar, and trust me, you get pretty good at figuring people out. Plus, I get it, grief is tough, and your grandmother lived here all her life and was a big part of the community. And you’re her family. We do look out for one another here; this is our home after all”.
You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. Your sceptical side half believed he just wanted to get in your pants, but he sounded sincere regardless.
You looked over at his group who were laughing and drinking jovially, then across the room at the wide range of clientele. You’d certainly had worked at worse places.
Sighing, you turned back to Bucky. “Well…fine. Let’s do it. But I’m not wearing booty shorts or anything ridiculous for a uniform”.
This coaxed a belly laugh from him. “No…only the male bartenders wear those,” he quipped. “Jeans and tees are fine. Maybe a flannel if you really wanna mix it up”.
You nodded. “Okay, I can do that”.
He smiled back at you sweetly, but a hint of something edgier lay beneath. The way he eyed you made you feel…exposed. Like you were a doe caught in the crosshairs. It wasn’t unpleasant, no, in fact it made your lower belly surge, sending a wave of butterflies through you.
“Welcome aboard, Sugar” he grinned.
You smiled back, once again knowing full well you were treading into dangerous territory...but unable to stop yourself.
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justarandomgirly · 2 years
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Jesus lord of Nazareth. Thats porn. Especially the top one. The long hair in his face...
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sarcastic-salem · 2 years
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I really feel like this bike is perfectly suited for Bucky.
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Its a 2022 custom build Indian motorcycle.
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abitnotgoodiebag · 2 years
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Perfume
Bucky is determined to see the best in Steve…no matter what.
E / 5.7k words / hurt with little comfort, angst, bloodplay, canon divergence:cacw, infidelity
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for @buckybarnesbingo
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labradoritedreams · 25 days
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