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starkermoods · 1 year

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Another Starker High School AU because I love them and I feel like there’s not enough of them

Peter straightened out his skirt to distract himself from fisting at it.

Melanie, captain of the cheer team, was talking to his boyfriend. His boyfriend! Tony Stark, captain of the football team, and of course as always looking absolutely amazing.

Peter watched with narrowed eyes as Melanie rubbed her hand up and down Tony’s arm. Peter normally wasn’t one to get jealous at least he thought so but almost everyone else would disagree.

Steve noticed the way Peter was looking at Tony and rolled his eyes before going up to his best friend. Bucky trailing behind him wondering what on earth his boyfriend was doing.

Steve tapped Peter on the shoulder and Peter quickly turned to him.

“Hey Pete,” Steve smiled putting his arm around his best friends shoulder.

“Yeah Steve?” Peter asked and before he even got an answer he turned his eye back towards Tony and Melanie.

“Just go up and get his attention don’t just stand here and do nothing if it’s making you upset, she’ll know she’s getting to you then.”

Peter nodded and took a deep breath before putting on a fake smile and marching towards Tony and Melanie.

Bucky raised his eyebrows at Steve once he turned towards him.

Steve planted a chaste kiss to Bucky’s lips and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go?”

Steve nodded and dragged him off towards the front doors of the school.

Peter placed his hand on Tony’s shoulder and leaned his body against Tony’s arm.

Melanie shot Peter a short glare before turning back to Tony with a smile but Tony was looking at Peter and planted a small kiss to his head.

Peter shot Melanie a glare back before looking up at Tony and sending him his cutest smile paired with his puppy dog eyes.

“Tony, can we go? I’m really tired and I just wanna cuddle up and watch a movie.”

Tony’s heart melted, Peter was the most adorable person in the world, he had no idea how he managed to get him.

Before Tony could answer though Melanie interrupted.

“Tonnyyy,” she said dragging out his name and having a slight pout on her face, “we need to work on our project and I was thinking we should today? Please!”

Peter gripped Tony’s arm tighter for a split second but released the pressure after.

“Sorry Melanie,” Peters voice was dripping fake sincerity, “he has plans. With me. Maybe another time.”

Peter then turned around and dragged Tony away.

Melanie called out a flirtatious bye to Tony. If he turned back around he would’ve noticed her fluttering her eye lashes at him.

He was finally stopped at turned around when him and Peter got to under one of the stair cases. Peter was glaring at him and crossed his arms with a huff.

Tony raised one eyebrow realizing what was going on before teasingly asking, “Aww are you jealous?”

Peter smacked his arm and continued to glare, “I’m not jealous. She was just touching you and I just can’t stand her. You know that.”

Tony did know that but he continued to smirk at Peter.

“Asshole,” Peter muttered and Tony swooped his head down to plant a sweet kiss to Peters lips. Peter tucked his head into Tony’s neck and wrapped his arms around it but not before smacking his arm again.

“I know, babe, I know. I can be a real jerk sometimes.”

(Sorry if this writing isn’t the greatest and doesn’t really match the moodboard that well. I did it on my phone while really sleep deprived)

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existential-queeer · 1 month

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Listen, I'm not the type to look for homoeroticism in every single male duo in media. Not everyone swings that way.

But those two?

I smell the fruitiest of fruit, your honor.

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gyokujyn · 26 days

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CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 4th » Prompts: Devotion for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

#marvel mcu #catws10 #stucky #bucky barnes #winter soldier #technically #steve rogers #hand?#a softer world #a softer avenger #remix #you either die young or live long enough to become the cautionary tale #jyn makes stuff #i finished this one and was like “does this image really work with this quote and prompt? does this scene evoke the necessary emotion?”#and i stared at it a while #and then i was like “idek but it looks fucken badass”#i can see all the way down sebastian stan's throat holy shit #screaming into the void

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pocket-soulmates · 7 months

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Pocket Soulmate Masterpost

A Special Thank You

Pocket Soulmates are a Soulmate AU inspired by @awrubyblue's Pocket Steve art series.

FICTION

Original Fic

The Pocket Guide to Pockets by cthulu_hoops (@bucky-boychik-barnes)

honey you're familiar (like my mirror years ago) by cthulu_hoops (@bucky-boychik-barnes)

Captain America (MCU)

Pocket Full of Sunshine by subluxate

Pop Goes the Weasel by subluxate and cthulu_hoops (@bucky-boychik-barnes)

Teen Wolf

The Little Things by seikaze (@mirrorthoughts)

Young Justice

i'm all yours but you're all mine by @suzukiblu

FANART

Captain America (MCU)

Steeb and Booky by @chaos-and-ink

Booky by @chaos-and-ink

Steve, Bucky, Booky, and Steeb by @chaos-and-ink

The Adventures of Bucky and Steeb by @chaos-and-ink

Young Justice

Tim Drake and Pocket Kon by @jube-art

Kon-El and the Pockets Tim, Cassie, and Bart by @jube-art

'i'm all yours but you're all mine' Character Studies by @breakingthespacetimewall

Cassie Sandsmark and Pocket Kon by @breakingthespacetimewall

Tim Drake and Pocket Kon by @breakingthespacetimewall

Superboy and his Pockets by @breakingthespacetimewall

Nightwing and his Pockets by @breakingthespacetimewall

FANCOMICS

Young Justice

'i'm all yours but you're all mine' Chapter 1 excerpt by @breakingthespacetimewall

'i'm all yours but you're all mine' Chapter 2 excerpt by @breakingthespacetimewall

Breaking out their boyfriend by @breakingthespacetimewall

More to come!

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savernake · 1 year

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I really need a nap, but it’s…

#sebastian stan #chris evans #photo manip #stucky au #manip #hsavernake #stucky forever #Stucky au manip #chris evans manip #stucky #young and drunk stucky #my manip #sebastian stan manip #photomanipulation

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flyingappa · 10 months

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mlm in media be like: tall righteous blonde in a position of power + brunette twink who would burn the world for him

and we eat it tf up every single time

#rwrb #merlin #heartstopper #stucky #young royals #wolfstar #need i go on?#some of these are not canon ok but they are REAL

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nascenticity · 7 months

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i have seen a lot of headcanons (& fics!) about bucky doing crochet or knitting that i LOVE but i also need everyone to consider --

steve watching his mother doing irish crochet; maybe she even teaches him some simple things when he's sick and needs something to occupy him so he'll sit still and rest; its a creative outlet for sarah and that artistic streak is something she and steve share almost a century later, crochet comes back into fashion with millennials and gen-z, and steve looks up a youtube tutorial. he doesn't have many physical things left from his mom; but he can make some stuff that she would have loved and it helps him feel close to her.

#marvel #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #ive been thinking about this a LOT lately #ive been looking at a lot of vintage crochet patterns lately and it had me thinking about sarah rogers and the fact that this would 100%#have been something she was exposed to/taught as a young girl. ofc as a single mother she wouldn't have had a lot of free time.#but making little things here and there as a hobby is far from out of the question #also since i hc steve as neurodivergent (adhd and possibly autistic) its entirely possible sarah was too #and crochet is just. such a good stim.#also lots and lots of headcanons about steve getting bored when he was sick #sitting in bed is BORING and im sure at least a few sketchbooks were filled that way #but maybe also a mother who is desperate to get her small child to calm down so his body can heal. will go “hey wanna see what i'm making?”#ik everyone has headcanons about bucky doing traditionally feminine stuff and sees steve as more traditionally masculine #bc that was gatekept from him bc of his disabilities #but let me have this

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supercap2319 · 2 years

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Natasha: “You should really go outside more.”

Y/N: *Laying on the couch* “Why would I do that?”

Natasha: “Because Steve and Bucky are outside, shirtless, and washing their car.”

Y/N: *Gets up quickly* “I think I’ll spend the day outside today.”

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #steve grant rogers #steve x bucky #steve rogers #steve rogers x male reader #bucky barnes x male reader #bucky barnes #stucky x male reader #stucky #young maximoff sibling

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cozy-fantasy-corner · 2 months

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Band of Idiots Pt. 4: Coney Island

Pairing: Stucky x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, pining, language, Steve being an angsty cat, mentions of violence, alcohol, illness, death, and fondue-ing

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: Steve, Y/n, and Bucky are as thick as thieves. They spend a day at Coney Island together. Feelings are discovered and lies are told.

Author’s Note: It’s been ages since I’ve updated this fic. My apologies. Life got crazy. I graduated high school, moved out of state for college, and then got super sick. But I’m back and better than ever. My inbox and dms are always open!

(not my gif. credit to the owner)

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Brooklyn summers could be unbearable. The molten heat pounding on the asphalt of a concrete jungle was enough to make any seasoned New Yorker feel faint. The air looked like a blur and felt like it was baking the city alive. The sun a constant, unrelenting oven.

July of 1934 was no different. In fact, it was somehow worse.

Just two weeks ago, Stevie had his fourteenth birthday. And boy was he rearing to go. The torturous temperatures had Stevie acting like an alley cat. He was always yowling about something and picking fights with any and everyone.

Three days this week he’d come home while Miss Sarah was at work cut up and bleeding. I’d be an amazing nurse with the amount of times I’ve given that boy stitches and set his nose.

With Bucky’s new job down at the docks, he couldn’t save Steve so easily from all of his fights like he used to. Poor Buck is so worried about our boy. The thought of him biting off more than he can chew is enough to cause a knot in all of our stomachs. We wouldn’t know what to do without him.

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Today, Bucky had the day off of work and he’d been saving for weeks to take us to Coney Island to blow off some steam. For him, that was spending all his money to impress dames. For Stevie, it was drawing while next to me on a bench or the beach. As for me, I loved to just sit and observe all of the people: the sights, the smells, the sounds.

The train ride to the amusement park was crowded and boiling with body heat. It smelled like stale sweat and old people in the worst way. The screams of children and the loud chatter from other patrons were enough to give me a headache, even with my bad ear. My back was killing me from standing for so long without a break, forcing me to brace myself on Steve and Bucky’s shoulders. Of course, Mister Meat-Head over here was flexin’ his suddenly very toned shoulder under my grip which caused me to blush. Thank God my face was already red from overheating, or he’d have poked fun at me about it.

My shitty lungs were being squeezed by the warm, wet air, and I wheezed slightly. My wheezing was met with Steve’s and a concerned glare from Bucky. I moved my hand to my bag, fumbling for my peppermint oil. My fingers met the cold glass and pried it open near our noses. A deep inhale eased the pressure in my chest.

“You alright, Kiddo?”

“She’s peachy, Buck. We’re on a hot train with a buncha loud, smelly assholes and we both got shit lungs. Wattaya think, ya jerk?” Steve snarked back, radiating thick annoyance. My mouth fell open in shock.

Bucky threw up his hand defensively, a mildly hurt look on his face. Steve was never this cross, even on his worst days. Something was wrong, had been for weeks. Getting into fights, coming home later, skipping meals, being snippy, even to me. Now it was getting worse. I hoped that it wouldn’t ruin our day out, but part of me knew that things would only go downhill from there. And all I could do was brace myself for impact.

I pulled my shoulders closer to my neck and inched towards Buck a little bit. My eyes squeezed themselves shut and I tried to breathe in, hoping for calm. All I got was B.O. and a frown from Steve. He knows I only do that when I’m nervous, and he was the thing making me nervous.

Buck seemed so set on enjoying the day that he glazed over everything and plastered his trademark Bucky Barnes grin on his sweaty face. I almost wanted to pinch his arm just to snap him out of it. No one should smile that much or look that good doing it. Especially not on a train in the summer heat. Honest to God, it was annoying.

Between Mister Sunshine and Mister Scrooge, the day was bound to be interesting to say the least.

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Bucky had stopped to grab me some pop while Steve stormed off, a bit too eager to be rid of us for my taste. A minute piece of my heart crumbled away. Never, in all the years that I had known Steven Grant Rogers, had he voluntarily put distance between us. I couldn’t figure a rhyme or reason, all I could feel in that moment was hurt.

I ambled along the dock, book in hand. The salt-tinged air lapped at my frizzy locks and splotchy skin like a cooling balm. It felt like I could fully exhale finally. Deep breaths were a blessing.

Very little time passed when Buck had bounced up beside me with his angelic grin. His baby fat had melted away in recent months, giving him a devilish yet heavenly appearance. That stupid, perfect grin caught me off guard. I was in awe that my safety net, my friend could possibly be this beautiful. He had always been handsome, but not once in my life had I seen someone, anyone, look so perfect. I wasn’t aware that my feelings for him could grow, but by-golly they did.

Just staring at him wouldn’t do, so I elbowed him in the ribs. His playful pout made my chest squeeze. It wasn’t in the usual painful way like my attacks. It was something new, unfamiliar. He chuckled and pulled me under his arm as we continued down the dock. I felt so small and safe at his side. Tiny jolts of electricity seemed to pass from his skin to mine with every step.

Nestled into Bucky’s side, we meandered towards the rides. A good handful of summers had passed since we’d been able to come here, but we had long outgrown the attractions we were used to. We bickered back and forth about which adventure to choose. I was thankfully able to convince him to take me on the ferris wheel at some point today, but I knew I’d have to let him have his fun first. The way his eyes lit up talking about the Cyclone told me that I wouldn’t have any choice but to go with him. God, I hate roller coasters.

That Godforsaken ride was the bane of my existence, but my boys loved it to death. I always ended up with my head tucked into someone’s chest as we whipped ‘round and ‘round. On especially good days, like today, I was able to hold my lunch down.

Something about this time felt odd. Bucky kept looking at me with a goofy grin. This smile wasn’t his normal endearing, toothy grin; there was something more to it that I couldn’t quite place. That look had my heart pounding in my chest, not from fear, but excitement maybe.

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Many more strange glances were exchanged over the next couple of hours, Steve’s attitude problem mostly forgotten. I couldn’t help but worry that something was wrong with Buck. Over the last 7 years, he had looked at me a lot of ways: worried, annoyed, caring. Today was a whole fresh set that I couldn’t quite name. It made me uneasy, yet giddy at the same time. A tiny, delusional part of me thought that maybe, just maybe the older boy loved me like I loved him. That would be impossible. He loves me like a sister.

The rumble of Bucky’s voice shook me from my thoughts.

“How ‘bout that ferris wheel now? I think I’ve tortured you enough for one day.” he said with a chuckle. I nodded eagerly.

As I went to start walking towards my favorite ride, I felt a hand in mine. Bucky’s. My breath caught in my throat, but I wouldn’t allow myself to freeze up. He couldn’t know how that tiny gesture affected me. Instead, I smiled up at him, squeezing his massive hand as we moved.

Such a simple motion brought all of the thoughts I had shoved to the side crashing forward. My mind was in such a state that I didn’t even realize that we were at the front of the line, about to enter our car. Bucky moved to help me up with his kind smile and I sheepishly accepted.

Damn him. Damn his beautiful smile. Damn his gentlemanly ways.

After we settled beside one another, he took my hand in his again. His calloused thumb smoothed over the back of my velvet soft hand. It was almost like he was trying to tell me something. Lord, I need calm down.

As we reached the top, Buck peeled me away from his side and turned look at me. He had an energy about him like he wanted to say something. His brow was furrowed, his eyes serious. His hands rubbed themselves down his thighs nervously. I couldn’t help but feel a little scared. Bucky is the calm one, the happy one. There has never been something he couldn’t turn into a joke. His brow only set itself this way when he was uncomfortable.

He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

I gulped.

This had to be bad, right? But it couldn’t be. Nothing bad could ever come from such beautiful lips. Nothing.

A sudden warmth on my lips jerked me out of my worry. My eyes blew wide in surprise. The warmth was Bucky, more specifically, Bucky’s lips. Everything faded away, even the shock, as I melted into the soft feeling of him against my mouth. His work-hardened hands came up to cup my cheeks while I sat there limp in his arms. We had all kissed on another over the years, light pecks on the cheeks and forehead. This one was different.

Bucky pulled back for air and I sighed softly. Our foreheads met, eyes closed. My body was still limp, but my head spun a million miles a minute. He feels the same way. I’m not crazy. What does this mean? What about Steve?

Steve!

We jumped apart when a sharp, familiar cough pierced through the haze. My startled eyes met Steve’s angry ones. Dread filled my stomach as I clamored away from Buck and onto the platform of the ferris wheel. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

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Steve grabbed my arm roughly and dragged me towards a building nearby. Buck ran after us, yelling for us to stop. I was filled with panic and guilt. Steve looked like he was going to kill someone, well Bucky specifically.

“What the FUCK was that, Y/N?” Steve growled, fist closing more tightly around my bicep.

Before I could respond, Bucky was towering over both of us looking just as confused as I was. He paused for a second, taking in my shaking figure. His eyes hardened with rage. No one was allowed to scare me, not even Steve. He grabbed his shoulder harshly and spun him around.

“You wanna let her go, Punk?” Buck hissed. Steve bristled and clenched his jaw.

In true Steve fashion, he decided to forgo using his words, leaping straight to using his fists. His fist connected with Bucky’s jaw and I screamed. Bucky shot me a worried glance before pinning Steve to the wall as gently as possible. They stared one another down. All of our chests were heaving.

Steve looked up at our friend with tears brimming his baby blue eyes, “How could you, pal? You know better”.

Bucky’s face softened instantly and my panic grew. Steve has feelings for me?

Buck muttered an apology and let Stevie go. I pushed myself between them, tears rolling down my flushed cheeks. Their gazes on me were piercing, my skin heating under their eyes. I grabbed Bucky’s hand and turned to Steve. He grabbed my free hand and squeezed softly, eyes full of tears and remorse. I put my head on his chest and hugged him tightly.

“Stevie, what’s goin’ on, huh?” I whispered pulling back slightly.

He just croaked, his words seeming to escape him. Buck squeeze my hand, whispering his goodbyes. As the sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the alley, a heavy silence enveloped us. Steve's gaze was distant, lost in the swirl of emotions that had consumed him. I stood there, my heart heavy with the weight of unspoken truths and tangled feelings.

"I... I don't know where to begin," Steve finally murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched mine, a mixture of pain and longing flickering within them.

I reached out, gently touching his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingertips. "It's okay, Steve. Whatever it is, we can figure it out together," I said softly, offering him a small, reassuring smile. Of course we could, I love him more than life itself.

He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. "I... I've been trying to deny it, but... seeing you with Bucky, it just..." His voice trailed off, his expression haunted.

I took a step closer, closing the gap between us. "Steve, whatever you're feeling, it's okay. You don't have to hold it all in," I whispered, my heart aching for him. I didn’t mean to hurt him. We had promised as kids never to harm the other. That promise lay shattered at our feet, and it was all my stupid fucking fault.

Tears welled up in his eyes, reflecting the fading light of the setting sun. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. We stood there, clinging to each other in the dwindling light, the weight of our unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. I shushed him softly like Ms. Sarah would, hoping, praying that I could ease his pain with imitation of his mother’s love.

In that moment, amidst the chaos of tangled feelings and fractured relationships, the crushing realization that I had potentially destroyed the most meaningful bond in my life washed over me. One kiss and our worlds had crashed apart.

Steve and I remained locked in our embrace, the warmth of each other's frail presence a balm to our troubled souls. The world seemed to fade away around us, leaving only the echo of our steady heartbeats and the whisper of our shared breaths. Clinging to him seemed to be the only thing keeping the ground from vanishing beneath us. He would never let me fall.

With a gentle touch, I tilted Steve's chin up, meeting his gaze with a tenderness born of years of friendship and unspoken understanding. "I need you to say it." I whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of years of shared memories and unspoken emotions.

Steve's eyes searched mine, his gaze filled with a vulnerability that tore at my heart. "I love Bucky. More than you will ever know, Minnie." he admitted, his voice raw with emotion. Something inside of me fractured.

He loved him? I felt betrayed. Steve had known for years how I felt, and he had kept this to himself. To what, protect me? Tinges of frustration bubbled up inside of me. He had lied to me, let me confide in him in the earliest hours of the morning, given me advice. None of it was in earnest.

My anger fizzled out when I saw the tears falling from his pleading eyes. There wasn’t a way in the world I could stay mad at my Stevie, however betrayed I felt.

I brushed away a stray tear that clung to his cheek, my thumb tracing a gentle path across his skin. "We'll figure it out together, Steve. Whatever comes our way, we'll face it together. All three of us," I promised, the conviction in my words unwavering. He flinched at my mention of all of us. His eyes begged me to keep his feeling for Buck between him and myself. I nodded knowingly, unwilling to betray him.

In that moment, amidst the fading light of a Brooklyn sunset, I knew that this God-forsaken mess was far from over. But as long as we had each other, I was certain that we could weather any storm that lay ahead. And with that knowledge warming my heart, I held Steve a little tighter, silently vowing to never let go.

#Band of Idiots Part 4 Coney Island #stucky x reader #mcu #steven grant rogers #james buchanan barnes #stevie #bucky #hurt/comfort #feelings #young love #confessions #mlm #MJ writes

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goldenreel · 1 year

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i discovered a medieval meme maker (Bayeux Art) and I'm obsessed

there goes my productivity for the weekend

how many fandoms can I do?

i was supposed to do things today 🤦‍♀️

#Shrek #ted lasso #stucky #young royals #medieval memes

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ilikemoviesalot4554 · 2 months

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Anyone ever go back to the first fic they ever read and instantly regret it

#it was a stucky fic #i was traumatized #wattpad #I read it when I was way too young

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davidtennantpussytulpa · 3 months

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stucky is so coughing baby to me like if you couldnt get my ass when i was 13 and having insane feelings about such things as lee pace and luke evans in the hobbit….. you are weaakkk

#i know this bc i searched stucky on my blog and theres like. 5 posts. and one of them mentions that ship…..#like ohhhh yeaahhhh. that was a big moment for young me.

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savernake · 1 year

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Remember to drink responsibly

#sebastian stan #chris evans #photo manip #Stucky au manip #manip #hsavernake #my manip #photomanipulation #stucky au #my photomanip #stucky forever #stucky #young and drunk Stucky

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inkmein97 · 1 year

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SNEAK PEEK:

God…Bucky, can I draw you?” He blurts, fingers still tracing lines over gooseflesh skin.

“Uh, draw me? Like right now?” James asks, looking more confused than opposed to the idea.

Steve bites his lip and nods, “Please.”

“Okay. Sure… How do you want me?”

Steve wiggles his eyebrows in a manner he thinks is seductive, but probably looks ridiculous, a notion that is only fuelled by James’ sudden eruption of giggles.

“That’s not what I meant, goddammit!” James laughs, shoving against Steve’s side.

Steve grins, shoving the brunette back. “Just lay against the pillows. That’s it…” Steve directs, face a little pink. “Bend your left knee, no, that’s your right knee, Buck… and put your foot flat against the mattress. Okay, good…Um, your hands look a little awkward. Do you want a book or something?”

“I feel awkward!” James protests, but fishes a paperback from down the side of the mattress. Steve watches him flick to the dog-eared page, neon tabs sticking out haphazardly. He leans over to grab the materials he needs from his backpack, shoves his glasses back on top of his nose and settles himself in the desk chair which he wheels over to the foot of the mattress.

“Sorry, the lighting isn’t very good,” James apologises, looking up from the words on the page with a frown.

“No, it’s perfect. Trust me, Bucky, you look…really beautiful.” Steve says honestly, bringing a knee up to balance the sketchpad on. “Just read your book, baby,” he encourages, not missing the pink flush that spreads over James’ chest.

“Kay,” the boy grumbles, but quickly gets absorbed in the pages, much to Steve’s amusement.

Steve starts with a quick outline to get the general position of James’ body before he inevitably can’t sit still any longer. He flicks his eyes between the paper and his subject, he looks closely, intently. He pencils in James' elbow propped up on his thigh. Sketches slender fingers keeping open the pages of a book. The sharp jut of a bare ankle and the long curve of his spine. He commits the sinewy expanse of the boy’s neck to paper. The proud slope of his nose and the dime-sized divot in his chin. Steve draws the tantalising valley of James’ pectorals and the sharp lines that disappear underneath the waistband of his tight jeans. He captures the concentration on his face, eyes slightly narrowed, the corner of a lip caught absently between teeth. And then it’s the scars on James’ arm, the tattoos, the swinging pendant over his chest.

It’s silent for a while, just the soft scratching of pencil against paper and the sound of city-traffic below. Every now and then, James will glance up and catch Steve’s gaze only to blush and look away again with a shy smile. He can’t place when exactly the air around them changes but, the next time James looks up from his book, they hold each other's gazes for a while longer.

“Can I stretch out now? M’getting cramp,” James complains, several glances later. Steve nods, the sketch has been finished for a few minutes, but he’s not letting James know that. Not yet.

He looks down at it. Tires to separate himself from the image, to look at it objectively as a piece of art. It’s difficult. He’s tied to it, deeply, intrinsically. When he looks at the paper in front of him he sees an extension of himself. His James. He knows without any uncertainty that even the most uncultured individual would be hard pressed to deny the love within the fine lines of graphite.

It’s obvious. Christ, is it obvious.

“Sure, Buck,” he says instead. Pretending to adjust the sketchpad on his knee when really he’s watching as James lies flat on his back. James lifts his arms above his head and stretches languorously, his hips rising off the mattress. He resettles lazily, propped up on his elbows, his legs spread. His hair falling into his eyes. James’ body a long line of temptation that Steve can’t help but let his eyes wander across.

This is it. Steve thinks. This is my undoing.

#stucky #bucky barnes #steve rogers #steve x bucky #fanfic #teen au #young avengers #sebastian stan

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