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#ship: stucky
tropetember · 8 months
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Rating: T
Ship: James 'Bucky' Barnes/Steve Rogers
Tropes: Drunk confessionns, First Kiss
Summary:
Bucky Barnes loves Steve Rogers. Little does he know that Steve Rogers loves him back.
Featuring: Avengers shenanigans, obliviousness and pining (very much mutual), nosy spies, an adorably drunk supersoldier and a happy ending.
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disterras-sims · 6 days
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i haven't played in forever but i got back into stucky recently and wanted to make modern pre-serum steve and winter soldier buck 💖
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soviet-ghost-story · 1 year
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[ play ]  –  for the sender’s muse to run their hand up the receiver’s shoulder and play with the hair at the base of their neck as a means of comfort.
It was the first sensation that Bucky felt that morning, as he was coming out of the depths of slumber. During his years as the Winter Soldier, he'd only slept deeply when he had been in the ice - training and missions and expectations had kept his sleep at the bare minimum, and terribly light. Before the war, and now, he had been a heavy sleeper, much to the chagrin of his father and sister growing up. He was grateful, usually, for the deep sleep, because it was only on the nights when sleep was fleeting that he had the worst nightmares. But this morning found him having slept strangely well, the night terrors silenced by the warm presence behind him in his bed. A gentle hand brushed up over his shoulder from behind him, soft and affectionate. Bucky was laying on his side, still coming to, but the warm touch elicited a slow smile from him. Fingers caressed delicately along the back of his neck, and lightly began to toy with the growing strands of hair at the back of his neck, sending light tingles down his spine. He was nude under the sheets aside from a pair of underwear, and he couldn't help the slight hum of appreciation at the sensation. "...G'morning, Steve..." he murmured fondly, his voice thick with the lingering effects of fatigue. It had been the first time Steve had shared his bed with him in a very long time...and the first time they'd utilized it well before turning in for the night. Under the covers, Bucky lowered an arm and reached back, resting his fingers against Steve's hip lightly. "...Feels good...like that, playing with my hair thing..."
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peppermintquartz · 6 months
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I want them comfortably married and happy and bickering over their morning beverages and also I want them to fuck nasty on the living room floor because they can't wait another second
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thief-of-eggs · 4 months
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nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”
I eat that shit up every. single. time.
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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 1 year
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“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional
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fleursfairies · 2 months
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"normalize male friendships! just because they are close doesn't mean they're dating!"
yes i agree! but these specific bitches gay idk what to tell you
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rainingbicycles · 1 year
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Me: I should really get back into a healthy sleeping pattern
Also me: Proceeds to open Ao3 instead and read about the same two people falling in love 151738515163 different times until morning
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alexxuun · 7 months
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There’s a connection somewhere…
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princess-josephina · 1 year
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My dashboard be like "this is Eddie and his boyfriend Steve, and this is Steve and his boyfriend Bucky, and this is Buck and his boyfriend Eddie, and this is Ed and his boyfriend Stede"
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haluton · 7 months
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No you don't understand how important the gay people in my phone are to me
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theshipwars · 2 months
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THE SHIP WARS ROUND FOUR
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soviet-ghost-story · 2 years
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DELIRIUM : receiver wakes up to sender’s relief, only for receiver to not believe it’s really sender (that they’re imagining sender or that they don’t think sender would come for them) or that they’re finally safe. 👀👀
Then finish it.
'Cause I'm with you to the end of the line. He remembered those words. Those were the last things he remembered before the helicarrier disintegrated around them. He didn't recall the plummet into the murky Potomac below - he didn't recall the feeling of his left hand closing around the battered leather harness, he didn't recall dragging himself and him to shore, nor anything else that happened after those ten words left his lips. HYDRA had used ten words to destroy and control, force compliance.
He had used ten words to destroy everything that HYDRA had done to him for the past seventy years. The first thing he knew was the darkness, and the cold, sterile smell of a medical facility. The smell alone was enough to trigger fear within him, a fluttering panic, but his body was unwilling to move - heavily sedated - which did nothing to curb the panic. This, he remembered well. Waking up in a cold, unfeeling place, the sound of beeping and devices monitoring his vitals while he returned to life from suspended animation. Soon enough, when his eyes opened, he would be faced with unfamiliar doctors and scientists hauling him off of the metal gurney, into the Chair, where he was receive the words and his mission. The panic and fear skyrocketed; he could feel his pulse quicken, could hear the beeping of the monitor increase as it did so - but still, he couldn't move. He wondered if he was restrained, but he felt nothing but - Softness. A somewhat unyielding mattress beneath him, but thin, warm blankets, soft socks on his feet. Beyond the sound of the machines monitoring him, he thought he heard music - music - the gentle voice of Jo Stafford singing up to him from somewhere nearby. He wondered if this was a trick - and slowly, he opened his eyes, knowing that there was only one way to be certain if HYDRA had found him and dragged him back. The room was typical of hospital rooms - the blinds were closed, not letting in the sunlight, and the television was on, but it was muted. A couple of chairs and a padded seat ran along the side of the window near his bed, and tall cabinets which likely held supplies or personal effects were across from him. The music was coming from an MP3 player or a cellphone nearby, but he saw no one who it belonged to at first. A tube draped across his nose - oxygen supply - and there was an IV placed in his arm supplying him with a steady drip of fluids and medication, no doubt. His left arm was free, and his body ached - but he didn't feel pain. Slowly, he turned his head, finally finding the will to fight against the sedative enough to move something. When he did, his long hair fell across his face - it had been washed at some point, and brushed, though it was messy from his being unconscious for so long - and he saw him standing in the doorway with a sandwich in one hand and a coffee in the other. His handsome face was still bruised and battered, bandages were still in places on his brow and on his arm, but he was wearing street clothing, rather than a hospital gown... And all Bucky Barnes could do was stare at him for a long moment as he processed the entire situation around him. They'd fallen from the helicarrier, after that brutal fight - he knew that much. And somehow...he found it impossible to imagine that he could be here, in this place, away from HYDRA, away from everyone who had ever hurt, used, and abused him, being cared for, while Steve Rogers watched over him with Jo Stafford singing gently from his mobile phone. His pulse still raced - but it was no longer from panic or fear. He'd not felt anything close to hope for an impossibly long time - longer than he had ever been Bucky Barnes, for certain. Even now, he was afraid to let himself hope, to think that he could ever be safe, that he could ever face what he'd done, that he'd almost killed Steve, that they wouldn't come for him again or that this wasn't all an elaborate trap. And yet, for the first time since they had locked eyes on that damaged bridge in combat, there was something more than blank determination or rage in his gaze. Recognition. "....S...Steve?"
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adrianlikesdinos · 21 days
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my favorite category of ship: taking characters from a stereotypically originally predominantly male fanbase and puting them in a tender loving domestic queer relationship
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thevillainsfangirl · 9 months
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There are some ships that you just know would be 100% canon if they were an M/F ship, and that's mainly what pisses people off the most in these situations.
It isn't just about the ship; it's also very much about the homophobia (whether the creators know it or not) that is preventing the ship from being canon when they otherwise would be.
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thief-of-eggs · 4 months
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Every good couple needs one person who wraps gifts like the one on the right, and their counterpart who wraps like the one on the left.
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