bucky-effing-barnes

[bucky-effing-barnes]

It has been a good run. I’m glad that you are keeping what you have written up for people to still enjoy. Even if you don’t comeback I want you to know you still have people rooting for you. If in a few months or maybe even a few years you decide to start writing again let me know it will be nice to read your stuff again! We love you and are glad for the time we had <3 I hope you see this. I hope you log in one last time.....

I saw the email for this when it first came in and I just didn't have the heart to answer it. I open my Tumblr app every day and contemplate on answering, but I don't want to. I want to keep a small part of y'all still alive and kicking, because I don't know how to say goodbye. I've had someone call me out because they saw the green dot that I was active and I loved having the attention.Y'all were my family for a while and I was happy, but it didn't last. I thought I was going to get big like some other writers and have 2000 followers and get a ton of notes. I had this fantasy that when I released my first fic, it would blow up and I'd get asks telling me I did wonderful.I'm not going to sit here and bitch about everything. I can't make myself look terrible and ungrateful. I love that a lot of people found Way To Go, Kid and have loved it. I'm thankful for the few that responded to my writing and interacted with me. I was blown away when I first came back a few weeks ago and I saw WTG,K was at 400 ish notes. Thank you for being there for me when I wasn't there for you. Y'all deserve better, so go find it out in this big world.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

Goodnight

This blog has ran it's course and I think it's time to part ways. Writing isn't my passion anymore and I'm sorry. It just doesn't feel right anymore. There is no love and affection that I would normally put out. It's just mundane.

I think this is the best thing for me. I won't take down any works or deactivate my account, I'm just leaving. Nothing was going my way and life has something else for me. Nothing can change my mind, I'm just going to sign out indefinitely.

I'm going to say one last thing. I loved the attention while it lasted, but it faded away and was replaced by contempt. I was jealous of other writers and their followers. If I ever do come back, I won't be the same. Thank you for the wonderful year or so.

So long and good night.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

On Your Toes

Note: It’s legit been a fxcking year and I’m feeling way better. I really hope y'all enjoy this. But I’d like to clear something up. Make a Scene might be continuing, but I’m not certain. Also, I know literally nothing about ballet.

AU: Dancers

Word Count: 969

Tag List: @festive-assassian @gerardwayisapotato @deinopis @kapolisradomthoughts @i-am-not-the-real-alice @valkyrie-of-the-wood

*gifs ain’t mine, honey

Dancer AU

The New York City dance scene was nothing short of spectacular. Every dancer was the nicest, most sincere person, but still competitive to get the best parts. You had dance troupes from every brough trying to wiggle, well dance, their way into the biggest company, The Avengers.

That company was originally called SHIELD DANCE. The change came when dance routines were leaked and other companies began to take their titles. The dancers who fought for their spot and stayed through the tough time had made the decision to call themselves ‘The Avengers’. The name was because they had to take back their reputation, to avenge the loss of years of hard work.

You were one of the leaders of The Avengers, mentoring younger dancers and helping choreograph dances. It was a good position for someone trying to become the title role of Cinderella. The ballet was going to be holding auditions in two days and stress was setting in. There were five fierce competitors for Cinderella, you, Natasha, Wanda, from The Avengers, and Nakia and Okoye from Wakanda Dance. All wonderful dancers, but only the best would make it out on top. You were a complete nervous wreck, but you held it in.

When you got to the studio at about 5 am on Thursday morning, the only light that was on was the flickering foyer light that needed to be replaced. No other soul, other than the owner Nick Fury, was there. The cold wind bit at your nose and ears as you hurried into the building. You flipped the light switches to the on position, light flooding into the studio.

The hardwood floor was pristine and glistening, the cleanliness was soon to be ruined by an upwards of two hundred dancers for the next 15 hours. It felt almost sacrilegious to be the first to break in the daily renewed floor. But it had to be done. You sat on the floor while you put on your pointe shoes.

The front door had opened and shut loudly, announcing the arrival of your co-leaders. You stood up to see who all was there. James, aka Bucky, was one of your best friends. He was so sweet, caring, and an amazing dancer. He was accompanied by Steve and Natasha, bringing in a light-hearted vibe with them. “Y/N! So good to see you!” Steve rushed to you, scooping you up in a hug. “I’m sorry I missed you the last few days!”

“Good morning Stevie. You shouldn’t feel bad for coming later, it’s all good.” You hugged back and then moved to greet Natasha.

_______

It was almost 9 am when Mr. Fury had interrupted your practice with Bucky. You two needed to perfect the duet you planned on using for the auditions. Nick looked concerned and slightly in pain. “Steve’s down.”

That’s all that needed to be said before the Brooklyn boy bolted out of the back studio and into the main foyer. You followed close behind, worrying deeply about your good friend. When you finally came to a halt, you saw Steve laying on the ground as the resident doctor checked him out.

Bucky was on his knees next to his best friend, holding his hand to show support. “What’s the news, doc?” You knew Bucky would cry if the injury was really serious.

The dark haired woman smiled. “It’s just a hyperextension of his ankle. Nothing too bad, just ice it, stay off it for a day or two, and you’ll be better in no time.” The doctor wrapped Steve’s ankle with an ace bandage and helped him up. “No dancing for the rest of the day.” And with that, she left.

The little crowd that had formed around you began to disperse. You helped Bucky bring Steve into Nick’s office, being as careful as you could. Steve sat on the overstuffed couch, resting his ankle on the armrest. “I’ll take you home when Bucky and I am done.” You offered, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll you pay gas money.” You gave him a little kiss on the forehead and went back to practicing.

You got to the small practice room and started to stretch. The music was still playing on repeat, soon to be restarting. When you got in the ready position, Bucky came behind you, holding your hands as they were held above your head.

The first downbeat hit and the romance flared like a fire. The two of you spun and leaped your way through the dance. Your toes keeping you high and alert. If you had a choice in the choreography, you would be kissing Bucky at least four times, but it was up to the two of you and judges really didn’t like public displays of affection.

However, you kept your head high and spirits higher. Bucky spun you around, quickly releasing you into a quartet of turns. Your skirt floated around you, looking like something out of a movie. When you came to a halt, Bucky pulled you into a slow turn. You looked into his gorgeous blue eyes and his eyes exhibited love and affection. Your eyes darted to his pink, plump lips and back to his eyes.

Bucky’s lips had connected with yours out of sheer tension. It was a dream for the three seconds you had kissed. The only thing that brought you out of your trance was the clapping and wolf whistles that came from the doorway.

Almost have of the dance company was there, even the little children Wanda taught. “Now that’s what I call a duet!” Steve said, leaning on the door frame. A chorus of hell yeahs followed, and you started to blush.

“You know doll, I like you,” Bucky confessed, a matching blush creeping on his face.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

On Your Toes

Note: It’s legit been a fxcking year and I’m feeling way better. I really hope y'all enjoy this. But I’d like to clear something up. Make a Scene might be continuing, but I’m not certain. Also, I know literally nothing about ballet.

AU: Dancers

Word Count: 969

Tag List: @festive-assassian @gerardwayisapotato @deinopis @kapolisradomthoughts @i-am-not-the-real-alice @valkyrie-of-the-wood

*gifs ain’t mine, honey

Dancer AU

The New York City dance scene was nothing short of spectacular. Every dancer was the nicest, most sincere person, but still competitive to get the best parts. You had dance troupes from every brough trying to wiggle, well dance, their way into the biggest company, The Avengers.

That company was originally called SHIELD DANCE. The change came when dance routines were leaked and other companies began to take their titles. The dancers who fought for their spot and stayed through the tough time had made the decision to call themselves ‘The Avengers’. The name was because they had to take back their reputation, to avenge the loss of years of hard work.

You were one of the leaders of The Avengers, mentoring younger dancers and helping choreograph dances. It was a good position for someone trying to become the title role of Cinderella. The ballet was going to be holding auditions in two days and stress was setting in. There were five fierce competitors for Cinderella, you, Natasha, Wanda, from The Avengers, and Nakia and Okoye from Wakanda Dance. All wonderful dancers, but only the best would make it out on top. You were a complete nervous wreck, but you held it in.

When you got to the studio at about 5 am on Thursday morning, the only light that was on was the flickering foyer light that needed to be replaced. No other soul, other than the owner Nick Fury, was there. The cold wind bit at your nose and ears as you hurried into the building. You flipped the light switches to the on position, light flooding into the studio.

The hardwood floor was pristine and glistening, the cleanliness was soon to be ruined by an upwards of two hundred dancers for the next 15 hours. It felt almost sacrilegious to be the first to break in the daily renewed floor. But it had to be done. You sat on the floor while you put on your pointe shoes.

The front door had opened and shut loudly, announcing the arrival of your co-leaders. You stood up to see who all was there. James, aka Bucky, was one of your best friends. He was so sweet, caring, and an amazing dancer. He was accompanied by Steve and Natasha, bringing in a light-hearted vibe with them. “Y/N! So good to see you!” Steve rushed to you, scooping you up in a hug. “I’m sorry I missed you the last few days!”

“Good morning Stevie. You shouldn’t feel bad for coming later, it’s all good.” You hugged back and then moved to greet Natasha.

_______

It was almost 9 am when Mr. Fury had interrupted your practice with Bucky. You two needed to perfect the duet you planned on using for the auditions. Nick looked concerned and slightly in pain. “Steve’s down.”

That’s all that needed to be said before the Brooklyn boy bolted out of the back studio and into the main foyer. You followed close behind, worrying deeply about your good friend. When you finally came to a halt, you saw Steve laying on the ground as the resident doctor checked him out.

Bucky was on his knees next to his best friend, holding his hand to show support. “What’s the news, doc?” You knew Bucky would cry if the injury was really serious.

The dark haired woman smiled. “It’s just a hyperextension of his ankle. Nothing too bad, just ice it, stay off it for a day or two, and you’ll be better in no time.” The doctor wrapped Steve’s ankle with an ace bandage and helped him up. “No dancing for the rest of the day.” And with that, she left.

The little crowd that had formed around you began to disperse. You helped Bucky bring Steve into Nick’s office, being as careful as you could. Steve sat on the overstuffed couch, resting his ankle on the armrest. “I’ll take you home when Bucky and I am done.” You offered, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll you pay gas money.” You gave him a little kiss on the forehead and went back to practicing.

You got to the small practice room and started to stretch. The music was still playing on repeat, soon to be restarting. When you got in the ready position, Bucky came behind you, holding your hands as they were held above your head.

The first downbeat hit and the romance flared like a fire. The two of you spun and leaped your way through the dance. Your toes keeping you high and alert. If you had a choice in the choreography, you would be kissing Bucky at least four times, but it was up to the two of you and judges really didn’t like public displays of affection.

However, you kept your head high and spirits higher. Bucky spun you around, quickly releasing you into a quartet of turns. Your skirt floated around you, looking like something out of a movie. When you came to a halt, Bucky pulled you into a slow turn. You looked into his gorgeous blue eyes and his eyes exhibited love and affection. Your eyes darted to his pink, plump lips and back to his eyes.

Bucky’s lips had connected with yours out of sheer tension. It was a dream for the three seconds you had kissed. The only thing that brought you out of your trance was the clapping and wolf whistles that came from the doorway.

Almost have of the dance company was there, even the little children Wanda taught. “Now that’s what I call a duet!” Steve said, leaning on the door frame. A chorus of hell yeahs followed, and you started to blush.

“You know doll, I like you,” Bucky confessed, a matching blush creeping on his face.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

On Your Toes

Note: It’s legit been a fxcking year and I’m feeling way better. I really hope y'all enjoy this. But I’d like to clear something up. Make a Scene might be continuing, but I’m not certain. Also, I know literally nothing about ballet.

AU: Dancers

Word Count: 969

Tag List: @festive-assassian @gerardwayisapotato @deinopis @kapolisradomthoughts @i-am-not-the-real-alice @valkyrie-of-the-wood

*gifs ain’t mine, honey

Dancer AU

The New York City dance scene was nothing short of spectacular. Every dancer was the nicest, most sincere person, but still competitive to get the best parts. You had dance troupes from every brough trying to wiggle, well dance, their way into the biggest company, The Avengers.

That company was originally called SHIELD DANCE. The change came when dance routines were leaked and other companies began to take their titles. The dancers who fought for their spot and stayed through the tough time had made the decision to call themselves ‘The Avengers’. The name was because they had to take back their reputation, to avenge the loss of years of hard work.

You were one of the leaders of The Avengers, mentoring younger dancers and helping choreograph dances. It was a good position for someone trying to become the title role of Cinderella. The ballet was going to be holding auditions in two days and stress was setting in. There were five fierce competitors for Cinderella, you, Natasha, Wanda, from The Avengers, and Nakia and Okoye from Wakanda Dance. All wonderful dancers, but only the best would make it out on top. You were a complete nervous wreck, but you held it in.

When you got to the studio at about 5 am on Thursday morning, the only light that was on was the flickering foyer light that needed to be replaced. No other soul, other than the owner Nick Fury, was there. The cold wind bit at your nose and ears as you hurried into the building. You flipped the light switches to the on position, light flooding into the studio.

The hardwood floor was pristine and glistening, the cleanliness was soon to be ruined by an upwards of two hundred dancers for the next 15 hours. It felt almost sacrilegious to be the first to break in the daily renewed floor. But it had to be done. You sat on the floor while you put on your pointe shoes.

The front door had opened and shut loudly, announcing the arrival of your co-leaders. You stood up to see who all was there. James, aka Bucky, was one of your best friends. He was so sweet, caring, and an amazing dancer. He was accompanied by Steve and Natasha, bringing in a light-hearted vibe with them. “Y/N! So good to see you!” Steve rushed to you, scooping you up in a hug. “I’m sorry I missed you the last few days!”

“Good morning Stevie. You shouldn’t feel bad for coming later, it’s all good.” You hugged back and then moved to greet Natasha.

_______

It was almost 9 am when Mr. Fury had interrupted your practice with Bucky. You two needed to perfect the duet you planned on using for the auditions. Nick looked concerned and slightly in pain. “Steve’s down.”

That’s all that needed to be said before the Brooklyn boy bolted out of the back studio and into the main foyer. You followed close behind, worrying deeply about your good friend. When you finally came to a halt, you saw Steve laying on the ground as the resident doctor checked him out.

Bucky was on his knees next to his best friend, holding his hand to show support. “What’s the news, doc?” You knew Bucky would cry if the injury was really serious.

The dark haired woman smiled. “It’s just a hyperextension of his ankle. Nothing too bad, just ice it, stay off it for a day or two, and you’ll be better in no time.” The doctor wrapped Steve’s ankle with an ace bandage and helped him up. “No dancing for the rest of the day.” And with that, she left.

The little crowd that had formed around you began to disperse. You helped Bucky bring Steve into Nick’s office, being as careful as you could. Steve sat on the overstuffed couch, resting his ankle on the armrest. “I’ll take you home when Bucky and I am done.” You offered, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, I’ll you pay gas money.” You gave him a little kiss on the forehead and went back to practicing.

You got to the small practice room and started to stretch. The music was still playing on repeat, soon to be restarting. When you got in the ready position, Bucky came behind you, holding your hands as they were held above your head.

The first downbeat hit and the romance flared like a fire. The two of you spun and leaped your way through the dance. Your toes keeping you high and alert. If you had a choice in the choreography, you would be kissing Bucky at least four times, but it was up to the two of you and judges really didn’t like public displays of affection.

However, you kept your head high and spirits higher. Bucky spun you around, quickly releasing you into a quartet of turns. Your skirt floated around you, looking like something out of a movie. When you came to a halt, Bucky pulled you into a slow turn. You looked into his gorgeous blue eyes and his eyes exhibited love and affection. Your eyes darted to his pink, plump lips and back to his eyes.

Bucky’s lips had connected with yours out of sheer tension. It was a dream for the three seconds you had kissed. The only thing that brought you out of your trance was the clapping and wolf whistles that came from the doorway.

Almost have of the dance company was there, even the little children Wanda taught. “Now that’s what I call a duet!” Steve said, leaning on the door frame. A chorus of hell yeahs followed, and you started to blush.

“You know doll, I like you,” Bucky confessed, a matching blush creeping on his face.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

IM SO GLAD YOURE WRITING AGAIN!! I got the notification on my phone and was happy :)

I'M CRYING!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU'RE HAPPINESS! I cannot wait to give y'all more of what you need!! ❤️

[bucky-effing-barnes]

On Your Toes

Note: It's legit been a fxcking year and I'm feeling way better. I really hope y'all enjoy this. But I'd like to clear something up. Make a Scene might be continuing, but I'm not certain. Also, I know literally nothing about ballet.

AU: Dancers

Word Count: 969

Tag List: @festive-assassian @gerardwayisapotato @deinopis @kapolisradomthoughts @i-am-not-the-real-alice @valkyrie-of-the-wood

*gifs ain't mine, honey

Dancer AU

The New York City dance scene was nothing short of spectacular. Every dancer was the nicest, most sincere person, but still competitive to get the best parts. You had dance troupes from every brough trying to wiggle, well dance, their way into the biggest company, The Avengers.

That company was originally called SHIELD DANCE. The change came when dance routines were leaked and other companies began to take their titles. The dancers who fought for their spot and stayed through the tough time had made the decision to call themselves 'The Avengers’. The name was because they had to take back their reputation, to avenge the loss of years of hard work.

You were one of the leaders of The Avengers, mentoring younger dancers and helping choreograph dances. It was a good position for someone trying to become the title role of Cinderella. The ballet was going to be holding auditions in two days and stress was setting in. There were five fierce competitors for Cinderella, you, Natasha, Wanda, from The Avengers, and Nakia and Okoye from Wakanda Dance. All wonderful dancers, but only the best would make it out on top. You were a complete nervous wreck, but you held it in.

When you got to the studio at about 5 am on Thursday morning, the only light that was on was the flickering foyer light that needed to be replaced. No other soul, other than the owner Nick Fury, was there. The cold wind bit at your nose and ears as you hurried into the building. You flipped the light switches to the on position, light flooding into the studio.

The hardwood floor was pristine and glistening, the cleanliness was soon to be ruined by an upwards of two hundred dancers for the next 15 hours. It felt almost sacrilegious to be the first to break in the daily renewed floor. But it had to be done. You sat on the floor while you put on your pointe shoes.

The front door had opened and shut loudly, announcing the arrival of your co-leaders. You stood up to see who all was there. James, aka Bucky, was one of your best friends. He was so sweet, caring, and an amazing dancer. He was accompanied by Steve and Natasha, bringing in a light-hearted vibe with them. “Y/N! So good to see you!” Steve rushed to you, scooping you up in a hug. “I'm sorry I missed you the last few days!”

“Good morning Stevie. You shouldn't feel bad for coming later, it's all good.” You hugged back and then moved to greet Natasha.

_______

It was almost 9 am when Mr. Fury had interrupted your practice with Bucky. You two needed to perfect the duet you planned on using for the auditions. Nick looked concerned and slightly in pain. “Steve's down.”

That's all that needed to be said before the Brooklyn boy bolted out of the back studio and into the main foyer. You followed close behind, worrying deeply about your good friend. When you finally came to a halt, you saw Steve laying on the ground as the resident doctor checked him out.

Bucky was on his knees next to his best friend, holding his hand to show support. “What's the news, doc?” You knew Bucky would cry if the injury was really serious.

The dark haired woman smiled. “It's just a hyperextension of his ankle. Nothing too bad, just ice it, stay off it for a day or two, and you'll be better in no time.” The doctor wrapped Steve's ankle with an ace bandage and helped him up. “No dancing for the rest of the day.” And with that, she left.

The little crowd that had formed around you began to disperse. You helped Bucky bring Steve into Nick's office, being as careful as you could. Steve sat on the overstuffed couch, resting his ankle on the armrest. “I'll take you home when Bucky and I am done.” You offered, placing your hand on his shoulder.

“Okay, I'll you pay gas money.” You gave him a little kiss on the forehead and went back to practicing.

You got to the small practice room and started to stretch. The music was still playing on repeat, soon to be restarting. When you got in the ready position, Bucky came behind you, holding your hands as they were held above your head.

The first downbeat hit and the romance flared like a fire. The two of you spun and leaped your way through the dance. Your toes keeping you high and alert. If you had a choice in the choreography, you would be kissing Bucky at least four times, but it was up to the two of you and judges really didn't like public displays of affection.

However, you kept your head high and spirits higher. Bucky spun you around, quickly releasing you into a quartet of turns. Your skirt floated around you, looking like something out of a movie. When you came to a halt, Bucky pulled you into a slow turn. You looked into his gorgeous blue eyes and his eyes exhibited love and affection. Your eyes darted to his pink, plump lips and back to his eyes.

Bucky's lips had connected with yours out of sheer tension. It was a dream for the three seconds you had kissed. The only thing that brought you out of your trance was the clapping and wolf whistles that came from the doorway.

Almost have of the dance company was there, even the little children Wanda taught. “Now that's what I call a duet!” Steve said, leaning on the door frame. A chorus of hell yeahs followed, and you started to blush.

“You know doll, I like you,” Bucky confessed, a matching blush creeping on his face.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

You’re making more parts of make a scene right???

Possibly but I may be starting a new series and I'm putting out a new fic in literally minutes. I just wanted to know if your okay with being tagged in the new fic

[bucky-effing-barnes]

Hi! I’m just doing a round up of my tag lists, those tagged have asked to be in the past. If you’d like to join or leave my tag list, let me know!

@festive-assassian

@gerardwayisapotato

@deinopis

@kapolisradomthoughts

@i-am-not-the-real-alice

@valkyrie-of-the-wood

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! I have a fic coming out in less than three hours!!!!!

[bucky-effing-barnes]

Hi family

I'm writing again, after months and months of silence. The world has hurt me and I've fallen down, but I've finally gotten up. March 1st, we will be having a new fic coming out. It's been a rough time without having this connection with you guys.

I know months ago I said 'Motivation' was going to come out. It didn't, but there might be a series in the near future. If you guys could send just a little bit of love my way, that would be tremendous.

Loves

CC

[bucky-effing-barnes]

i miss youuuuu

I miss writing for y'all, but the world won't let me write. I write and I get bored, I write and I get interrupted, I write and I can't. I'm sorry

[bucky-effing-barnes]

Just some news

I've started a new fic, it's called Motivation

I have officially discontinued Make a Scene, it wasn't going anywhere, we all know that

I am branching out to different things

I want to write for GOT and Vikings

I am feeling much better since I told you guys about my uncle passing

I have many friends that I didn't think I would have

I love myself

I can't wait to see what happens next.

❤️❤️

CC

[bucky-effing-barnes]

random questions: netflix or hulu? if you could be a celebrity for a day, who would it be? would you rather skydive or bungee jump? chocolate or vanilla? fall or spring? favorite band? favorite color? pineapple on pizza? thoughts on candy corn? favorite movie? sorry this was random i just saw you wanted anons lol

Hulu, Zendaya, bungee jumping, chocolate, fall, Hey, Violet, olive green, pineapple belongs on pizza, I hate it so that when I was younger I faked that I had an allergy to them, Kingsman: Secret Service. I loved this, nonny, you made my day.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

Reblog if you're bored and you want anons.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

I needed this, thank you to the anon who sent this. I am indebted to you.

My absolute favorite fic is something like, Way to Be, Kid by bucky-effing-barnes. It's CC's best fic by far, she's an interesting writer

@bucky-effing-barnes, noted!! thank you :-)

send me ur fav fics/fic writer recs!

[bucky-effing-barnes]

Hey guys, it's CC. Long time, no see. I guess that happens when you literally can't get yourself to do shit. There was a very unexpected death in the family and I just can't feel any more. It was my uncle, my favorite uncle, who passed away. He was 27 and died from brain cancer.

Please forgive me for not being able to do anything, truly, I have been trying to write, but not right now. I hope you guys can understand this.

[bucky-effing-barnes]

Girl, you snuck in? Good for you! You look so hot

Okay friends, mainly @that-sokovian-bastard and @bucky-effing-barnes , I have a tiny secret to tell you.

I snuck into a school dance, terrible, I know. I don’t even go to the school who the dance was for. Although, I’m not above showing my transformation. The first photo is of me the morning of and after I spent 2 hours getting ready. I hope I looked some what okayish.