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Every year since the memorial was built, Stefan traveled to DC to pay his respects to his fellow soldiers. As time had gone on, the ache of loss had slowly started to subside, but never fully went away. Bonds were forged in battle, and even after all these years, he felt them as he looked at each name. Names of his friends.

It was Veteran’s Day and somehow Stefan had found a place away from all the people. He closed his eyes briefly, sending out…not a prayer, but some words to their spirits, whichever afterlife they had gone to. The vampire knew he wouldn’t be joining them in the same.

A man with brown hair and a hoodie walked up a few feet away. Normally, Stefan would write him off–except the man looked around, and he caught a look at his face. Stunned, he approached the man. “Excuse me,” he said, and when he looked at him, his suspicion was confirmed. There were a thousand years in those blue eyes and his hair was longer, his face tired, but it was definitely him. “Do I know you?” What the hell happened to you?

He didn’t know why he came here. It felt like a sacrilege, a desecration. These had been good men, had fought for what was right. Died for it. Maybe he’d been one of them once, but the last seventy years erased whatever he’d done in the war, a war that only came to him in flashes and a feeling of falling, falling, falling. But they had been his brothers once, hadn’t they? Shouldn’t he keep them in his memory, keep them and their sacrifices alive by bearing witness? So many were gone, and he couldn’t talk about it to Steve. Steve was a hero. Bucky was complicated at best, a nightmare at worst. 

The late winter-early spring breeze pulled at his skin, and he flexed his gloved hands inside his pockets. He never felt the cold. He was always cold. Another of his long list of contradictions. He watched for a long time, people laying wreathes, tourists taking pictures, the sound of the fountains soothing to him. He idly walked around the oval, probing his brain for memories of the Commandos, of who he’d been then. Could he ever reclaim that? Was he irreparably a machine?  When the man spoke to him, a jolt of memory hit him like an electric shock. Stefan Salvatore. He’d been an ambulance driver working with the 107th, but... he looked not a day older. That same youthful face. Those same haunted eyes. The same sense that he was being hunted by something. 

A multitude of impulses chased through him. Break his neck. Run. Speak Romanian. Laugh it off. Each one lost out to panic, though, and Bucky hunched his shoulders as if trying to fold in on himself as he started backing away. “No,” he said, his voice rough. “It’s a mistake, I’m not him.” 

Him. Which him did he mean--Bucky Barnes, sergeant in the 107th? The Soldier? Whoever he was now? More panic surged at his choice of words and he continued backing up, ducking his head to hide his face below the brim of his hat.

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             ❝ and afterward many are   s  t  r  o  n  g                                                                    in the broken places ❞

                                            indie bucky barnes 616 & mcu | semi-selective | written by jess                                                 graphics credit: @misshoodoolady

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a return and some psas

i’m not dead

so i’m attempting to make a return to Bucky because I miss playing him and I also miss rping. My life has kinda been hell the last couple years so it’s been hard to be active here, but I’m going to try to maintain a minimal presence at least.

rping on discord

I cannot manage multiple blogs with a lot of threads anymore, and have moved a lot of my rping to discord. I will still be doing threads on tumblr but I’m more active on discord. if you’d like to rp with me, hit me up at fluentinsarcasm#5257

characters i rp:

-Damon Salvatore (Vampire Diaries canon divergent) -Bucky Barnes (616, MCU, canon divergent) -Sam Winchester (Supernatural canon divergent) -Caroline Forbes (Vampire Diaries canon, only semi-active) -Rachel Collins (Council Witch book series canon, human verse, alt verses) -Itachi Uchiha (Naruto, alt verses to fit other fandoms) -Other characters possible, let’s just talk about it!

fandoms i know and rp in

-Vampire Diaries -Supernatural (though i quit watching at s10 and tend to not acknowledge anything past S5 with few exceptions) -Marvel (616 and MCU) -Council Witch book series -Naruto -My Hero Academia -Criminal Minds -Law & Order SVU -Scandal -White Collar -probably more, i’m tired

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  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in�� same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

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miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

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This game is kicking my ass and I’m not even playing on hard mode

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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My kingdom for some stucky or winterwidow today help a girl out and hit the heart

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Memes

i care a lot sentence starters

contains spoilers! cw for abuse, medical abuse, violence

❝ you think you’re a good person. you’re not a good person. ❞

❝ trust me, there’s no such thing as good people. ❞

❝ i’ve been poor. it doesn’t agree with me. ❞

❝ it’s a goddamn nightmare. ❞

❝ i care for those who are in need of protection. ❞

❝ good news or bad news? ❞

❝ keep your eyes on the road. ❞

❝ don’t tease me. give me the details. ❞

❝ that lady right there, she’s my fucking hero. ❞

❝ i’m sorry to disturb you so early. ❞

❝ we can’t just sit by while people struggle. ❞

❝ i’m afraid it’s not up to you —or me— to decide. ❞

❝ i’m afraid you might be in some trouble. ❞

❝ i don’t believe this is happening. ❞

❝ don’t touch me! ❞

❝ yeah, i’d fuckin’ fight. ❞

❝ at heart, most of us are weak. compliant. scared. ❞

❝ and remember, i’m on your side ❞

❝ could you open the door so i can get some air? ❞

❝ i don’t understand. ❞

❝ these days, these rare days that we get to spend together, are a blessing for me. ❞

❝ even sadistic, immoral assholes get old. ❞

❝ so how did this happen? ❞

❝ i just need five minutes of your time, please. it’s very important. ❞

❝ i think there’s been a mistake. ❞

❝ that’s simply not true. you know it, i know it. ❞

❝ you saw an opportunity and you grabbed it. ❞

❝ is that a threat? ❞

❝ let’s just say… you’ll not be comfortable or uncomfortable, ever again. ❞

❝ ____ is in need of my protection. how can i just abandon her? ❞

❝ in the days to come, you’ll replay this conversation in your head over and over. you’re gonna wish you’d played it differently. ❞

❝ you know how many times i’ve been threatened by a man? thousands. you know how many of ‘em ever came to anything? ❞

❝ i’m the worst mistake you’ll ever make. ❞

❝ that’s the exact opposite of what’s happening here— ❞

❝ about fucking time! ❞

❝ i am prepared to kill you to get out of here. are you prepared to die to stop me?❞

❝ want a doughnut? ❞

❝ it used to be a thing, for a second. ❞

❝ i don’t want you to get shot in the head, and i don’t wanna get shot in the head, either.❞

❝ i don’t lose. i won’t lose. ❞

❝ you’re gonna die in here. alone, and in terrible pain. ❞

❝ what happened? oh my god! are you okay? ❞

❝ i don’t like you. ❞

❝ you know, you remind me of someone i knew when i was younger. ❞

❝ don’t underestimate me. ❞

❝ it says that on your business card? ❞

❝ are you gonna make another big fucking speech? ❞

❝ you stole something from me. ❞

❝ i don’t like being angry. i much prefer to be calm. ❞

❝ do you know who i am? ❞

❝ well, to make it in this country you need to be brave. and stupid, and clever, and ruthless. ❞

❝ i wanna be rich. i wanna be very fucking rich. ❞

❝ i want enough money to use as a weapon. to use as a bludgeon, the way real rich people do. ❞

❝ you hold no cards. ❞

❝ i’ll give you fifty dollars if you let me make a call on your cell. ❞

❝ i thought you were dead. ❞

❝ how are you feeling? ❞

❝ say the word, and we’re gone. ❞

❝ do you have a plan? will it work? ❞

❝ there you are. how are feeling? ❞

❝ you wanna hear an interesting fact? ❞

❝ i know you don’t like losing, but i suggest you swallow your pride. ❞

❝ i’d like to propose an alternative. ❞

❝ are you fucking with me? ❞

❝ you’re a rare person, ____. ❞

❝ your determination — well, frankly it’s scary. ❞

❝ how do we trust each other? ❞

❝ ask yourself: what am i willing to sacrifice to achieve my dreams? what lines will i not cross? ❞

❝ don’t try to be anyone else. just know who you are and use that to your advantage. ❞

❝ i’m just someone who cares. ❞

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well it’s been two years of utter horseshit but i really, really miss writing bucky so i’m trying to get back on here. i’m in desperate need of people to follow though as over half my following list hasn’t posted in over 2 years either ;_;

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{ @alongingwithin​ }

❛ whatever it is you’re looking for … i’m not it. ❜

@inthebrokenplaces || The Punisher starters [ accepting ]

That was a rather odd reaction for not even having addressed the stranger. All she´d done was skim over the jungle of ad posters screaming in her face about special offers and discounts that today – and only today! – could be purchased. Her wandering gaze might have briefly touched him but to assume she was fully looking at him, let alone make himself out to be someone she actively searched for, was a bit of a stretch. Nothing Liv took offence in though; no one knew better than her how a bad day could mess with one´s head - making one jumpy, or even a bit paranoid.

A slow head shake and a quirked-up brow later she faced the stranger she´d been half turned away from while scouring the shelves for the items on her list, putting the basket down. “Actually, I was only lookin´ for a salesperson to help me find the right one from this absurd amount of screwdrivers. But… I didn´t see anyone for the past three aisles.” A laugh came. “So unless you wanna share your expertise on hardware with me… I´mma be on my way, lookin´.”

His brow knitted. She’d been looking at him, hadn’t she? He was sure of it. But then her reaction--Bucky shook his head. He’d been on the run so long he’d become hypersensitive to any kind of attention, but now he was inventing things, and that was dangerous. That kind of thing drew attention. He pulled his hat lower over his eyes and shoved his hands into his pockets. Eyeing the woman, he tried to decide which would better smooth this over, continuing to talk to her or simply leaving. He settled on the former. 

“Uh, sorry,” he said, forcing a smile on his face. “Thought you were someone else. What do you need the screwdriver for?” He had been fairly handy once, and thought he might still be. It was a nice thought, anyway--creating something with his hands instead of destroying it. 

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{ @tcnystcrrk }  

tony cleared his throat and ignored natasha looking directly at him with a smirk on her lips. oh he completely blamed her for everything that he was going through, but he tried to smile as if nothing was going on– as if his heart was pounding out of his chest. bucky was everything that he imagined sergeant barnes to be and more. sure, there were eyes under his bags and his hair was longer– and he was more withdrawn than the playful, flirty sergeant barnes of his aunt’s stories, but tony looked at him and could only consider himself fucked to relive his childhood. 

he wave the others away, “go find something shiny to look at,” he told them, shaking his head at them all as some slinked away. a few nodded at bucky, others just shrugged with indifference, whilst steve and natasha lingered, wanting to continue to watch what was going to happen. tony had to physically clench his fist against the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. he hated them all.

      “come on,” he murmured, putting on a big, paparazzi grin for the other man. “i’ll show you the common room floors first. are you hungry? thirsty?”

Memories of a small walk-up apartment flickered through Bucky’s mind, and he wasn’t sure if they were real, but they had the feeling of authenticity about them. He remembered sharing a room, a living room with cramped furniture and wanting to get away. That whole apartment could fit in one of the rooms of Tony’s place. It should’ve impressed him, but it just made him feel small. He stuffed his hands in his pockets and tried not to hunch over, folding in on himself, as he followed Tony.

“Um...” Clever response, Barnes. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Bourbon would be great,” he said with a half-smile. Not that it had any effect on him, but he thought he should say something, and the words just came out. “Thank you.” 

He studied Tony. There was something performative about his smile, and Bucky wondered if it were masking loathing. But he’d seen Tony on TV. The man spoke his mind. If he disliked something, he said it--in that smooth, sarcastic manner of his that could cut straight to the bone. Bucky cleared his throat and resisted the urge to fidget.

“Where--where did you grow up?” he asked, because this place seemed like it had been built for others, not for Tony. As soon as he said it, he regretted it and dropped his head. “I’m sorry, that’s personal.” 

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{ @worldsfinestspy }  

“I am always on Vogue’s best dressed list,” she said, a bright smile pulling at her lips, looking over at him. “Next I think I’m going to make wearing one of your shirts around trendy,” she joked.

Cooking together, lazy mornings, wandering around wrapped in bedsheets. It was the kind of future she’d dreamed about but not one she thought they’d have. Nat glanced over at him, his smile causing her own to spread across her face. Leaning over she kissed him again, one soft brush of her lips against his own. “A lazy day would be perfect,” she said, “so long as I get to spend it with you,” she said.

She stepped back, slicing the strawberries with a careful hand, “You know, I’ve been thinking. Since we did fight so hard to be here, and you know we’re so much happier when we’re together. Maybe … we should just bite the bullet and move in together.”

“Well, I was going to call the newspaper stand guy instead, but if you insist on spending it with me,” James teased, a grin on his face and his eyes twinkling. He closed the lid on the waffle iron and slid his arms around her waist, pressing soft kisses to her cheek and neck. Her proposition caught him by surprise, and he froze for a second. Move in together? Once upon a time, he’d dreamed of that--a home, a family, love. Not so long ago, it’d been a deadly daydream he’d indulged in about Natasha specifically, back when the thought of something like a home seemed so distant and impossible. He settled his chin on her shoulder.

“Would you be okay with that?” He looked at her profile. “You’re pretty fiercely independent. Which, let me be clear, is something I love. But I don’t want you to feel boxed in.” The more James thought about it though, the more he wanted this. The idea settled into his chest full formed, like he’d never not thought of it, but he’d never force her into anything. They’d both had enough of cages to last lifetimes. 

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okay drafts are collected and writing starts right meow. they will be done in no particular order because i pulled them from the ether in no particular order

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“If you have a kink for men doing calisthenics, I’m not judgin’.”

Bucky choked on his coffee. He might’ve been stealing a few looks as Steve went through his look out, but he thought he’d been rather sneaky about it. Apparently not. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said loftily, and opened the paper as if to make a point. It might’ve been strategically positioned slightly to the left though. 

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