#✿;; char

[innkeepercore]

Bucky’s been finding living with the team… interesting

[fairyrosepetals]

💌Super-powered Valentine (2)💌

Part 1, Part 2

🦾Bucky Barnes🦾

When it comes to Mr. James Buchanan Barnes, when you established your relationship all depends on when you met him.

If your first meeting was during the Second World War, get ready for the amount of FLIRTING this man will do.

He’d look at you with those beautiful eyes of his as he’d flash his signature smile, charm coming off him in waves that would make any gal swoon. However, you may not be so easily bought with sugary words and those puppy dog eyes of his.

If you haven’t fell victim to his charms within the first five minutes of talking to him, he knows he’s gotta work for your attention. He’d start dropping all the girls he’s been talking to just so you can have his undivided attention, which you can’t complain about.

This man isn’t afraid to tell you how attractive he finds you, always complimenting you and telling you how good you look in a certain shirt/dress, committing it to memory religiously.

A very handsy man, while praise may be one of his love languages, physical touch is another. Always having a hand around your waist while he talks to Steve, bringing you closer and closer until you’re glued to his side.

Always kissing your hands and knuckles, looking you in the eyes as he kisses your knuckles one by one before leaving a final kiss on the curve of your palm.

Also always calling you some sort of pet name. Baby, angel, doll face, sweetheart, those are the most common ones for him. To you, hearing him call you “Baby” in a low, raspy tone just sends shivers down your spine.

If you met him years later, after his recovery, it may be a bit hard due to the walls he’s put up over the years.

Bucky definitely wants to be “more out there” as Sam says, but he feels rusty and out of the game after being anti-social for so long. So when you came into his life, it was almost as if the wind was knocked out of him.

The moment you are in a relationship with him, you have Bucky wrapped around your finger. He’d do anything for you if it meant showing how much he appreciates your patience and kindness as he heals, as he never had someone like you stick by his side until Sam came along.

Terrified of holding you, it takes a lot of convincing before he can just finally melt into your embrace, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he holds you close.

As Valentine’s rolls around, he’s a bit nervous. Similar to Steve, today’s dating culture makes his mind run crazy. Fortunate enough for him, he has a great friend like Sam to help him out.

He’d encourage him to get out of his comfort zone, make the best of his new found relationship and life by celebrating with the love of his life. I think much like Steve he would take you to a dance hall, but it would just take him a lot of courage to build up and be more bold through his fears.

He’d make sure to pick you up first, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand as he walked you to his car, opening the door first for you to enter before he got in himself.

He’d ask you to dance, fumbling and stepping on your toes from how rusty he is, becoming embarrassed before beginning to get into the groove of things. Next thing you know, it’s as if a professional dancer was hiding within him this whole time.

With your bodies close together, you two would have the biggest smiles on your faces. Laughing the night away as he spun and lifted you into the air, finishing the dance by dipping you as you both shared a kiss as he stared at you with the most love anyone as shown you.

Bucky just wants to feel loved rather than be feared, and you make him feel as if he is worthy of your love rather than feeling as if he needed to be punished. He will always cherish your patience and kindness towards him, and will be sure to show you his appreciation as long as you are willing to stay with him.

🦅Sam Wilson🦅

From the very start, Sam Wilson is very flirty with you, but in the most respectful and endearing way as possible.

That charming smile as he leans in more into your conversation, drinking in every one of your words just makes your knees buckle as he listens intently to what you have to say.

Absolutely loves to make you laugh, whether it be to bring up the most goofiest of topics to bicker and debate about or just singing and getting his groove on with his favorite songs on a mission, Sam is the definition of a sun chasing away a cloudy and dreary day.

If he finds that you hang out with Bucky more than him lately, he gets a tiny bit jealous, just in a way that makes him tease you about you liking the super soldier more than him.

“When did I suddenly take Bucky’s place as the third wheel in this relationship?”

Definitely the kind of boyfriend that spoils you with food. His love language is just finding ways to take care of you, and creating comfort foods that you love after a hard day’s work just to see you smile with a full belly just melts his heart.

I feel like when music comes on in your home, whether you are cooking or cleaning, if it’s a song he absolutely loves he HAS to drop anything he is doing and just dance with you. Clapping and stepping to the beat with a big smile on his face as you join him, singing along quite loudly and comedically as you have full belly laughs while leaning into him as you sway to the music. Sam loves just being able to hold you, and when it comes to music he knows he has an excuse just to be close.

Sam is just as affectionate as some of the other guys, leaving you forehead kisses as well as cheek kisses when he greets you or says his goodbyes, or just pulling you in and kissing you in a way that pours all his love into that single kiss just to let you know how much you mean to him.

Sam is very big on nicknames, calling you sweet things such as sugar, baby, sweetheart, honey, and babycakes, while also complimenting you and making sure you know just how much he adores you. Also LOVES showing you off. Can you really blame him though?

Talks highly about you to his sister whenever he visits. He can never shut up about you, making his nephews tease him about his “crush” and his sister knowing you better than anyone despite you both not being introduced yet. However, she is just excited to meet the person who is able to make her brother’s day a little more brighter.

When Valentine’s Day rolls around, this man goes all out for you. Flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals, anything you’ve been eyeing for the last couple of months, he’s gonna make sure you get it.

“What my baby wants, my baby gets.”

Making sure to get dressed in his best suit before taking you out to a nice dinner that he knows the both of you would enjoy. He’s a simple man, he doesn’t need very grand gestures to show you how much he appreciates you.

He likes to make sure you feel pampered that day, and if you do the same for him? Heart melted.

There would be moments where Bucky wished he could glue his mouth shut, because the moment you gift Sam something on valentine or do some act of love for him, he will not shut up about you.

Overall, Sam loves that he can have a good time with you. Not only that, if you match his energy, he’d sure to love you even more as he is able to goof off with his best friend and the love of his life.

🐍Loki Laufeyson🐍

At heart, Loki is a very naturally romantic person. Knowing all the right words to slither his way into your heart and call you his.

His words are almost like poetry, pulling you in and keeping you in a trance as he describes your beauty as god-like, putting even the most beautiful of flowers to shame.

We all know that Loki has a way with words, making you feel as if you are some ethereal being that is simply too divine to be amongst “normal” humans. However, anyone can suede others with just fancy words.

What makes it genuine to you, however, is the way he looks at you as he says it. When he tells you these sweet words, he has this almost tender-like look on his features.

His eyes softening, his gaze becoming full of adoration and love as he stares at you, gently grazing his hand along side your cheek as he admires you.

“Before I met you, I felt that I couldn’t love anyone. That nobody would be able to fill the void in my heart. But all that changed when I met you. You broke my barriers, you opened me up, you touched my soul, you made me whole, you made me come alive. Now I realize that I am hopelessly in love with you.”

When it comes to physical affection, he prefers not to be so public with it. He believes that the side that shows you his love and admiration towards you is reserved for your eyes only.

He’d hold your face in his Icy hands, fingers brushing over the apples of your cheeks as he kissed you. His kisses somehow gentle but strong enough to feel all his emotions through that one kiss.

Cheek kisses, neck kisses, trailing kisses that start at your hand before traveling up your arm, he wants to make sure that you feel all of him loving you as much as you love him.

Loki’s pet names would include simpler but still meaningful names such as “love, dove, my heart, and darling.”, relying more on his acts and words of affection than just the nicknames.

When Valentine’s Day comes around, he is also a little confused much like his older brother. However, he seems to catch on a lot quicker than Thor and adapts to Valentine’s Day on Earth.

Gifts would be more extravagant in tastes, gifting you jewelry, clothing from Asgard, items that would make you feel like literal royalty. However, some of us prefer more simpler gifts, which could result in whatever hobby you are currently interested in or acts of service such as a massage or just a relaxing bath together.

As for dates, I think Loki would prefer having alone time with you rather than going to a restaurant or staying home. Instead, I think he would prefer taking you to Asgard, taking you to a beautiful yet secluded part of the forests in order for you to enjoy a picnic together.

A forest of over grown plants, flowers, and trees so tall you couldn’t even see the top of them, tying it all in with the crystal clear stream that runs through the forest as you enjoy each other’s company.

Loki has never felt so strongly about anyone before you came into his life, knocking the wind out of him as he suddenly realized his feelings for someone that is not from his own home. Regardless, he will love and cherish you forever, dedicating himself to keeping you in his life forever as he continues to make you feel like the most special person in the world.

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Hello everyone!

Thank you so much for the attention you’ve given me on the previous Valentine’s Day post! I really appreciated it and didn’t think so many of you would like it.

This one did come out a little short as I wrote four characters last time, unfortunately I accidentally deleted this and had to start from scratch 😭

Anyways, feel free to comment who you want next if you all want a part three. Valentine’s Day is almost upon us! ❤️

[monsterrae1]

ILU for the ask meme plus did your icon change because I love it!

Hi Drace!! Yes it's new a friend made it for me! I'm happy you like it <3

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

Marvel probably? That fandom was huh, rough sometimes, I dipped in and out of it for a while. I think it's one of the most toxic fandoms i've seen tbh.

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

this is kinda hard, cause I don't usually think of characters I don't like ??? Mmm Matt Donovan from TVD-verse was always a very loyal friend so I admire that

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Derek Hale - Teen Wolf

Dean Winchester - Supernatural

James Buchanan Barnes - MCU

Evan Buck Buckley - 911

Ian Gallagher - Shameless US

Fandom meme asks

[radiantbeams]

i bet bucky loves frappachinos

[violetmuses]

Rupture || Chapter 2

Tag Team: @ocfairygodmother @bekscameron @stylesthesunflower @lilith-blackrose @punemy-spotted @ajokeformur-ray @a7estrellas @clints-lucky-arrow

2023

Marilyn Brooks

“Who is Bucky?” While shouldering my satchel, I narrowed both eyes toward Charlotte as we left that news bureau.

Pedestrians and vehicles clustered with usual noise found all around us here. Now it was just another day in the city. Soon after, we moved right down the nearest sidewalk and turned a few corners before reaching this modern apartment complex.

“Everyone has a nickname Mary, but his true name on record is actually James Buchanan Barnes.” Charlotte continued speaking as she walked through that entrance in front of me and entered the lobby without greeting the receptionist.

I watched in silence as elevator doors opened and Charlotte entered without speaking again. Concern washed over my face here as lights blinked between floors and she just scrolled through her phone, probably trying to keep herself composed.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“You’ll see.” Char cleared her throat just as the door pinged open and gave us her destination.

Dim lighting found overhead in this particular hallway reminded me of hotel bulbs. Various number plates had clasped onto the center of each door. Charlotte then paused by the two digits used for 27 and knocked three times to signal her arrival.

Just seconds later, that door opened and my eyes then widened immediately afterwards.

“Bucky Barnes.” I whispered to no one and nearly covered my mouth as though I’d become a child all over again.

“Don’t act so surprised, Mary.” Facing me, Charlotte seemed much calmer than expected here.

“How are you so calm?” I glanced between Charlotte and James, clearly perplexed right now.

“You already know that I’ve visited Wakanda. Seeing people like Bucky in person is normal at this point.” she laughed, teasing me.

“Fair point.” I shrugged because It was true.

Before The Snap, Charlotte also wrote a piece that covered Wakanda’s plan to join this world. Rather than allow his beloved country to keep standing in isolation, King T’challa had opened that homeland in hopes of welcoming others.

“Bucky, this is my best friend Marilyn Brooks. She’s also worked as a journalist for The Everyday Record.” At least Char had been kind enough to introduce me around James with another well-known smile.

“Good to meet you, Marilyn.” Once James reached out to greet me, he used his bare right hand and shook my own hand. Meanwhile, as he wore this black Under Armour t-shirt, his leftward Vibranium arm gleamed with dark-bronze plating from the corner of my eye.

“We learned that someone bombed the remaining Flash Smashers at some point last night. Law enforcement has already started their investigation of course, but Charlotte says that you can help us develop our story for the news.” I tried my best to explain this nightmare without spooking James here.

“I’ve already spoken to journalists, Marilyn. I’m sorry.” James didn’t close the door, but I knew that he wanted to and I definitely couldn’t blame him.

“What do you know, Buck?” Charlotte folded both arms.

“From what I know, the suspect is already in prison.” James said.

“How can you bomb anything from prison?” I shook my head, glancing again between Charlotte and James.

“Networking, Mary. If the bomber knows anyone outside of their cell, they probably linked with someone else for revenge against the Flag Smashers.” Charlotte answered, facing me once more.

“Ah, but where is the suspect, which prison I mean?” I reached my lightbulb moment here and questioned James further.

“He was officially sent to The Raft by a few members of the Dora Milaje.” This confirmation James finally stamped down one location for us and I frantically scribbled down info after opening my satchel.

Charlotte and I found our possible jackpot.

_______

“So we can’t get involved with the investigation, but how much longer is it going to take for law enforcement to actually do something? Charlotte, if this man bombed things without even leaving his prison cell, who knows what else terrorists might plan in the future?” I paced back and forth, deciding to work from home. Charlotte had crashed here, but typed away on her laptop while sitting at my kitchen table.

“Panicking over this story won’t help anything, Mary. We’ve got typical work because it’s not our first crime headline and unfortunately it won’t be the last particular piece.” Char shook her head between bouts of typing and faced me.

“I know, but damn. We’ve had Super-Soldiers wreaking havoc Post-Blip and no one seems to care that the world just keeps getting worse.” I drank apple juice and sat down on the couch, pissed off and disappointed all at once.

“We’ve got this.” Charlotte told me, saving her work on the laptop and walking over to rub my shoulder for a moment.

______

A few hours later, one update surrounding the investigation completely changed everything.

First of all, new reporting had just exposed the car bomber’s name:

Baron Helmut Zemo.

We soon learned that this monster lived as Sokovian royalty, but formerly worked as an Intelligence Officer. Based on his record, this monster led the covert kill squad Eko-Scorpion as Colonel and bombed the 2016 United Nations Summit, as well as carried out other atrocities.

Now, not only had Zemo escape The Raft, but he immediately fled to another country.

As Charlotte and I watched television, it was said that the island of Madripoor cemented itself in the Indonesian Archipelago. Pirates even used this area as their sanctuary during the 1800’s.

“Are you kidding me? Extradition isn’t allowed on the island either. Even if law enforcement officials found Zemo in Lowtown or Hightown, staying in Madripoor will keep the man protected. This story is just going to piss everyone off more and more.” I cut off the television, becoming fed up.

“Keep writing, Mary. We have no other choice.” Charlotte affirmed, grounding us. If we stopped working right now, no one would be found accountable.

“Fine.” I mumbled back.

_______

[awesomerextyphoon]

Charred Briar Roses -2

Enter the Warriors

Summary: Three warriors enter our story. How will this turn out for the princesses? 

Parings: Orc!Bucky x Black!Reader, Orc!Steve x Black!OFC, Orc!Sam x Black!OFC

Word Count: 1172

Warnings: Semi-Graphic Depictions of Violence, Smut, Dark Fairy Tale Elements, and some Non-Con overall. Though this chapter is just some technical Non-Con Kissing

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James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes wouldn’t be a princess’ first choice for a match. You see, he’s not royalty, he’s not even fully human. He’s an orc-human hybrid from a now nomadic tribe of powerful orcs in search of a new home.

His ancestors were driven from their homeland by Sophronius and his forces when iron, gold, silver, and mithril was discovered there 250 years ago. Now they could only settle in any given place for a few years.

Bucky was born to an orc father and a human mother who died in childbirth. He was relentlessly mocked for it along with Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson who also had a similar heritage. His sisters’ mother was a witch so she was able to survive.

He formed a strong bond with Steve and Sam at age six when Steve was getting bullied for being ‘a weak halfling’ and having ‘a weak human bitch for a mother’. Bucky was about to go over and bust some skulls when he noticed two things: another orcling was racing over to the bullies and Steve refused to fight back. The bullies soon gave up and Steve got up and dusted himself off.  

Curiously, Bucky walked up to the two other orclings and they exchanged names. Sam asked if it was true about their mothers being humans who died in childbirth and they both glumly nodded. Bucky piped up and said that it won’t matter because they will be the strongest in the tribe. Sam and Steve grinned and they made a promise that day.

It took them eighteen years to fulfill their promise, but it was worth it. They had finally gotten the respect they’ve always wanted. It also didn’t hurt that they were the tallest and could out wrestle anyone in the tribe. Steve was the biggest surprise; he went from a stick of an orcling to a mountain of a warrior. He towered over everyone except Sam and Bucky.

All should’ve been well with them, but something was missing.

Three years later they were chosen to go on a settlement finding mission after one too many scuffles with a few goblins and giant spiders.

The first two days were uneventful, but on the third day they came across an old woman being chased by a sounder of boars. They decided to help her because if nothing else the boars would be a good meal. The warriors made short work of the boars and created a fire pit to roast sounder (18 in total).

The woman thanked them by telling them the story of the lost princesses. Bucky scoffed and said that was a fairytale that his stepmother told his sisters when they were orclings. The old woman gave Bucky a sly look and pulled out an amulet and asked him if he would reconsider. She then went on to tell them where to find them and promised that if they don’t find the city in five days then she would personally assist them in finding a new settlement.

Steve responded that they would consider it, but by dawn the next day she was gone.

It took them three days to reach and cross the Misty Forest. Sam commented that it didn’t seem so bad and was interrupted by a dragon’s roar.

The dragon had to be 400 feet in length with ruby red scales and menacing claws and fangs. It would’ve frightened lesser me; too bad they were far superior to such failures.

They fought the dragon for nearly an hour when Steve realized that the hole in its collar is the same size and shape as the amulet the old woman gave them. He quickly formulated a plan for Sam to get the amulet to the dragon’s collar.

As soon as the amulet was placed, the dragon fell asleep and a path through the thorn bushes opened.

Once they got past the thorn bushes, they were amazed at what was before them. It was the ancient capital of the Nephrashim Empire.

The capital was frozen in time. All of the buildings haven’t aged a day. Hell, even the food was still good as Bucky noted when he grabbed a loaf of bread from a market stall.

The warriors were impressed by the tall buildings (30 stories tops), the spacious parks, the advanced urban planning (water distribution, sewage/filtration systems, trains, intricate statues, and fabled flying machines).

They were most impressed by the palace (think Hagia Sofia in architecture with the overall splendor of Versailles).

The warriors left their dire wolves in the courtyard with some boar jerky and cautiously climbed up the stairs. Once they reached the grand foyer, they were greeted by a ball of light in front of the royal family’s crest. It motioned them to follow it, but it took a few minutes of pestering them that they actually did.

It took them up a few flights of stairs and corridors to a room with ornate double doors. The doors looked heavy but they were no match for Bucky.

The room inside was built to be a large rotunda with a tree growing in the middle and a crystal that was glowing in it. Three bedposts were positioned on the corners of the room as to form an equilateral triangle. Objects either made or inlaid with gold, silver, mithril, and precious gems were littered across the room; Steve made a note of taking some later.

The strangest thing was around the tree were three human-sized pods revolving around it in level with the crystal, and the humans seemed to be alive.

As soon as the trio crossed the threshold, the pods stopped moving and slowly descended onto the beds. A blinding light enveloped them and three bodies took place of the pods.

The ball of light split into three and hovered over each of the three bodies.

Sam suggested that they get a closer look. Each of them seemed drawn to a certain bed.

What they saw shocked them. On the beds were the most breathtakingly beautiful women they’ve ever seen.

Each woman looked quite tall for humans (6’6”). They had luxurious, long, curly dark purple hair that was spread out like a halo. On their heads and necks were intricate gold and mithril crowns and necklaces inlaid with diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, and rubies. Their warm russet-brown skin was incredibly soft to the touch. Their heart-shaped faces radiated warmth, kindness, and an inner fire few possessed with long eyelashes, adorably broad noses, and tantalizingly full lips. They wore exquisite gowns made of the finest silks and fabrics with designs mirroring their accessories that hinted at their mouth-watering curves.

The balls of light hovered around the women’s lips as if telling the trio to kiss them.

They each picked up a woman into their arms, nuzzled and kissed the woman’s necks and was nearly drunk on their intoxicating scents. They started kissing them as softly as they could, but intensified it when the women responded positively.

That is until they opened their eyes and screamed.

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[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Off Day: Four

You let yourself into the house and set your bag down on the counter with a sigh, scooping Salem off the floor as she started to wind around your legs. “Hey Porkchop, Aunt Kaity in bed already? Hm?” 

You cuddle her and bury your face in her soft fur, grateful that she couldn’t ask you questions. Or pass judgment. You pad across the kitchen, still holding her like a baby in the crook of your arm and set about getting something to eat. You know you’ll probably feed a lot of it to Salem, but Kaity fusses at you when you skip meals. She was already going to be irritated when she realized that you had only take $100 as your paycheck. Not all she technically owed you. But, you had a place to sleep, food, and all you really needed was money for cat food and gas.

“How’d it go?” Kaity said, taking a seat in the kitchen, smirking when you jump.

“Christ, Kaity,” you yelp, “Don’t do that!”

“That good huh?” she said, noting your red eyes with a frown.

“About as good as I expected it to go,” you say guardedly, putting your plate down in front of Kaity and turning to make another.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Kate-”

“No. I’m serious. Who the fuck does he think he is? Did you at least hit him?”

Tears start welling up unbidden and you hug Salem a little closer, swallowing hard. You can’t bring yourself to tell her what happened. That he just wanted in your pants. That he had a chick he was already fucking around with. One that he had apparently knocked up. Kaity stopped and stood up slowly, holding her arms out for you to walk into, “Come’ere, Bubbles,” she coaxed gently.

You set Salem down gently to investigate the floor for treats and walk into her arms, burying your face in her shoulder. “Shhh,” she murmured, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry... Was he at least going bald or something?”

You laugh in spite of yourself, “No, damn it. He’s still fucking cute. The asshole.”

Kaity wipes tears away with her thumbs and kisses your cheek, “Well fuck,” she pouted, “Was anyone else at least worth flirting with?”

“Pretty sure I’m not anyone’s type, Kate.”

“Bullshit. You’re everyone’s type.”

“You’re biased, Blossom. I can prove it.”

“Fuck you. I waited up for you. Let me have this. I’m dying remember?”

You wince and shake your head, “Not allowed. Nope. Nope. We have to die on the same day remember? We promised.” Tears start welling up again and Kaity thuds her forehead against yours gently.

“It’ll be okay, Bubbles,” she soothed, “You just gotta make a new promise okay? I need you to promise you’re gonna keep going... If you don’t I’m gonna haunt your ass. Like. Exorcist shit okay? Pea Soup everywhere. Forever.”

You shake your head, “I’m not doing shit. Because we’re gonna die on the same day. Two old biddies with a bunch of dead husbands and like... suspicious amounts of money.”

Kaity kisses your cheek again but doesn’t answer. She remembers that promise. She remembers laying next to you in your hospital bed after you’d tried to slit your wrists. She’d made you promise. Promise that you weren’t gonna try to leave her again. Made you swear that you were gonna stay as long as she needed you. That you’d not go without each other. 

“Fuck this,” she said, “I wanna watch Muppets and eat ice cream.”

You nod, “Okay, Kaity. Okay,” you tell her, going to get her pint down from the freezer. Anything to not have to think about being without her. 

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Bucky let himself in through the backdoor of his ma’s house and took a deep breath. Breakfast. Sunday Breakfast especially was sacred to Winifred Barnes and she didn’t do anything by halves. Cooking enough pancakes, bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy, anything you could want really, for an entire army. As long as Bucky could remember their house had been full for breakfast. Steve and Nat always, but now Sam, Clint, and Tony joined the mix more often than not. His sisters were gabbling with Nat and it was just so blissfully normal. Even if it all irritated his current hang over. 

He made his way down the line at the breakfast bar, kissing each of his sisters on the cheek and then kissing his ma’s.

“Ah, there’s the prodigal son,” she said disapprovingly, clicking her tongue at him. 

“Sorry, Ma,” he said, “I been a little busy.”

“Mhmm,” she said, passing him a plate and frowning at him.

“What, ma?”

“You know what, James Buchanan.”

“Oooo,” Steve said, “You done messed up, Buck.”

“Steven Grant,” she said not turning, “You may be a grown-ass man but I can and will drop you.”

Tony snickered and Steve snorted, “Yes, ma’am.”

“That creature,” Winifred said with a shudder, “Called the house and had the gall to tell me I’m going to be a grandmother.” She fixed her son with a level stare, “Please. Please tell me that you didn’t.”

Bucky felt his cheeks color, “Probably not,” he murmured.

“James,” she groaned.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t worry,” Nat said over her coffee cup, “Leanna Harrison is selling positive tests on the buy sell trade groups again. She’s probably not even pregnant.”

“Still,” Winnie said, “You leave that girl alone. Think about the girls.” She gestured at his high school-aged sisters, “They need good role models.”

Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I saw Y/N in town the other day. Remember? The cute little girl you used to have a crush on?” She said putting food on his plate.

“Yeah, Ma, I remember,” he sighed, shooting Steve a death glare when the other man choked on his juice. 

‘Now that,” she said, “That’s a good girl. You should talk to her.”

“Ma,” he protested.

“What?” she said, tugging his ear, “She’s a good girl. She’d actually raise your babies. And she’s prettier.”

“Ma,” he protested louder.

“Fine, fine,” she said shoving him towards the table, “Not like I didn’t raise you better or anything.”

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Bucky stepped outside and lit a cigarette, taking a drag to try and calm himself down. Char was on his ass and had been every minute for the last three days. Still, he couldn’t tell her to fuck off. Not exactly. Not till he knew if this kid was his. Or even if she was really pregnant. He had his suspicions. She was really non-specific about everything, but he was hesitant to write her off. Careful not to let his own wishes override his reality. 

“Bucky?” Nat said leaning on the door. 

“I’ll be in in a minute,” Bucky said taking another drag and exhaling slowly. 

“No, now,” she said sounding tense, “Kaity’s here.”

“Kaity?”

“She’s fucking pissed.”

He ground his cigarette out under his heel and swept it into the gravel with his heel, heading inside, “What’s she want?”

“To talk to you,” Nat said softly, “Char’s been coming by the book shop.”

Bucky sighed, “What the fuck?”

Bucky rounded the corner and felt his step shudder for a moment. Kaity looked sunken. Pale. Smaller. The pink scarf around her head covered her thinning hair but the hollows of her cheeks were stark.

“How can I help you?” he said, determined to be professional.

“You’re gonna put a muzzle on your bitch,” she said sternly, “Or I’m gonna.”

“Kate,” he said taken aback for a second.

“No,” she said, “You tell her to back the fuck back. You know Y/N ain’t chasing your ass. So you better tell her that. I got 3 months left to live and I ain’t afraid of that bimbo.”

Bucky held up his hands placatingly, “I’ll talk to her,” he said, “she shouldn’t be doing that.”

“You better,” she said, leaning heavily on her cane, “I think Y/N’s had enough to deal with, don’t you?”

The look on Kaity’s face said she knew perfectly well what all had happened and Bucky nodded, swallowing hard, “I’ll make it right,” he said, “I just need time.”

“Three hours,” Kaity said, “You call off your dog or I get mad.”

She turned and didn’t give him the chance to respond, leaving to get into the waiting car. Bucky didn’t see the driver, but he was willing to bet it wasn’t you. You probably didn’t even know she was there.”

“Muzzle for your bitch,” Clint chuckled, “That was a good one.”

“Fuck off, Barton,” Bucky said rubbing the back of his neck, pulling his phone out of his pocket to try and stop Char from making his life a bigger living hell.

Tags: @lancsnerd @stevieang @blameitonthecauseway, @thorfanficwriter

[katesamerica]

Fantasy Masterpieces (1966) #03-04

[cuz-tony-stark]

Irreparable

If Tony actually killed Bucky in Civil War, for the dark prompts thing that I posted

DISCLAIMER: I DONT DO THIS VERY OFTEN BUT I WAS IN A MOOD

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Dark blood rolled silently across the frozen concrete, steaming, quickly growing dust-like black crystals at the very edge of it where James Buchanan Barnes’s blood began to cool and freeze. The only thing that registered in Tony’s mind... is that the goddamn bastard had the gall to look relieved as the light went out in his steel blue eyes. Relieved, that his death wasn’t as painful as he thought it would be, maybe. The suit’s laser had torn a gaping, bloody wound in his chest that filled the air with a smell like charred meat. It took a moment for Tony to realize that it was probably a less painful death than he might have suspected. The spine had been blown out between the shoulderblades. His aorta was in shreds. Tony subconsciously ran down the list of structural damages, his heart distancing itself from what was happening. Breaking his enemy’s body down to just a machine that he had broken.

Then, Tony realized that Steve was screaming. He could barely hear him, muffled and from a distance, echoing. Desperate. In denial.

Tony’s back hit the wall, iron grinding as he slid down it. His wide, dark, haunted eyes were fixed on Steve, watching the soldier crawl over to Bucky, desperately pulling his best friend into his lap. Captain America’s hands were soaked with cold blood, his uniform slowly soaking up a few ounces of the spreading puddle. Tony could see his tears. Tony could see the gleam of his teeth as he pressed his forehead to Bucky’s and made the most heartwrenching, shattered sound that a broken man could make. He saw it snag in Steve’s chest and dissolve into ugly sobbing.

Tony finally took his eyes off the display, numb.

He silently noticed Steve’s shield in the corner... and realized what he had done.

[areiton]

mission protocol

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~*~ 

He runs.

He can’t remember where he was supposed to be, after the mission--only knows it went wrong, so so wrong.

Missions have gone wrong before. But never like this, a mess of screaming metal and a ghost saying a name that echoes in him, like it’s his but it can’t,be, can’t be, you are a weapon, you don’t have a name.

He runs.

He runs because he can’t do anything else.

~*~

He spends three months bouncing around the states, takes a freighter to Budapest, before he slows down.

It’s the longest he’s been out of the ice since they fished him out of that ravine, a million lifetimes ago. He runs until he stops and he stops because--

Mission protocol says to evade capture. Return to designated safe house by indirect, untraceable means.

He follows orders--because the mission may be fucked beyond repair, but he doesn’t know how to not follow orders.

But he reaches Budapest, and the safe house--

It’s a smoking ruin, a mess of charred walls and support beams, and water still spraying from the fire crew’s hose.

He watches for a long time, and then he melts into the crowd. Years of training and gut instinct sees him to a bolt hole, some deserted apartment that he hides in and he doesn’t know--

He doesn’t know what to do, now.

~*~

His face itches, and there is a lingering coldness in his fingertips. His arm--the metal arm, the one that isn’t his, that they gave to him--aches in the chill of the room, aches when he moves his hand, aches when he reaches for a book. Every day his beard thickens, his arm stiffens, and he wonders--he wonders when they  will come for him, when they will take back his property.

When they’re arm will stop completely.

~*~

A drone finds him.

He stares at it for a long time, but the little winged thing doesn’t do anything. Just sits on his dirty window and watches him and he watches back, wary and then curious and then bored.

When it leaves, he almost misses it.

~*~

It comes back, is the thing. Whenever he thinks of leaving his bolthole--the drone comes back.

And sometimes it brings brown paper wrapped parcels.

The first time, it’s a small box with smoked meat and sharp cheese, with crusty bread and a little bottle oil and spices.

He eats it slow, his stomach grumbling with a hunger he didn’t realize he felt, until there’s nothing but crumbs and greasy fingers and he licks them clean, gathers the crumbs on his thumb and licks those away, too.

The note--

The note he reads almost obsessively, the paper creasing with his constant touch, and he wonders what the hell it might mean.

 Don’t forget to eat, Jamie. Wouldn’t want you to waste away now that we’ve got you.

 ~*~

It doesn’t scare him.

The quiet claiming. The drone that watches him, that brings him books and chocolates and truffles. Blankets and piles of clean clothes, thick gloves, and once--a kit of tiny tools and instructions.

He stares at them, for a long time, and then carefully, meticulously, follows them.

And when he’s done, and his arm clicks, servos whirling, plates shifting, it doesn’t hurt.

For the first time in almost seventy years--it doesn’t hurt.

~*~

He likes Budapest.

It’s new, a strange unfurling warmth, deep in his gut as he walks through the city, head down sometimes. Sometimes he sits in cafes, and watches the many people go by.

He likes it, is the thing.

He can’t remember the last thing he liked.

~*~

He talks to his drone sometimes.

Tells it about the couple on the river he saw, the girls who go engaged amid the sunset light and a flock of birds. He talks about the bread his mama used to make and the give of warm chocolate under his fingers and sometimes, he reads to it, long hours of Tolstoy and Fitzgerald,  and Pratchett.

The drone sits, listens almost curiously and he can’t help but think--someone else is listening.

~*~

He runs, after DC, after the mission that goes to hell, because he know to run, remembers his orders, runs until he reaches Budapest and he doesn’t know where to go from there.

He stops, because he is tired, and because he doesn’t know, what to do, without orders.

But stopping--it’s peaceful. Calm. He begins, slowly, to remember--a ghost who says a name like a prayer, an endless fall and blood, blood, blood.

He knows it will end, this peace and remembering. Knows they will claim him. He is a soldier, a weapon, an Asset and they will never let him slip their leash for long.

But without orders--he waits. Lingers in this liminal space, this city of dreams and choices.

It won’t last.

It can’t last.

But while it does--he cherishes it.

~*~

It ends quiet.

Without fanfare.

It ends with his drone, swooping into the room and a voice, sharp and quick and softer than he expected. “Listen, Jamie, you gotta listen to me, ok?”

“You’re there,” he murmurs and there’s a huff. A breath of laughter.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here. But I need you to listen. Can you do that? Can you listen to me?”

He thinks of the gifts. The food and the chocolate, the books and little notes of places to visit, the carefully written instructions for his arm, the warm clothes and he smiles.

Nods. He has waited, so long, for new orders. And these. These are given so gently, with so much care.

“What do I need to do.”

~*~

An ocean away, Tony’s hands tremble, not quite sure how he earned this trust. But it’s there, and James Buchanan Barnes is staring at his little drone, waiting for orders.

He doesn’t want to give them. Doesn’t ever want to give him orders.

He closes his eyes, and says, simply, “You have to run.”

[mcretime]

Verses Drop.

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WE’RE ALL TO BLAME ;; IN THE THICK OF THINGS.

- TAKES PLACE MAINLY LEADING UP TO AND DURING THE LEAD UP TO WWI WITH THE ASSASSINATION OF FRANZ FERDINAND JUNE 28, 1914 AND ALL THE WAY THROUGH THE EVENTS OF THE FIRST WONDER WOMAN MOVIE. STEVE TREVOR, A TALENTED AIR PILOT AND CAPTAIN IN THE US AIR FORCE IS RECRUITED BY THE UK AS A SPY. HE BEFRIENDS SOME UNIQUELY TALENTED INDIVIDUALS ON HIS MISSIONS THAT LATER HE RECRUITS TO HELP DIANA AND CO-FORM A TEAM OF ELITE SOLDIERS HE REFERS TO AS THE “WONDER MEN”.

THE WONDER MEN CONSISTED OF THE FOLLOWING MEMBERS: CHARLIE, A MARKSMAN WHO SUFFERS FROM PTSD HAVING BEEN PUT THROUGH SOME OF THE WORST HORRORS OF WAR. CHIEF, WHO IS ALSO KNOWN AS THE DEMIGOD NAPI, IS A HERO FROM THE BLACKFOOT TRIBE THAT BECAME A HERO AND SKILLED SMUGGLER DURING THE WAR AND HIS TIME WITH STEVE. IN MYTHOLOGY NAPI WAS PORTRAYED AS A TRICKSTER AND SOMEONE THAT WOULD FREQUENTLY HELP PEOPLE AND TEACH THEM IMPORTANT KNOWLEDGE AND LESSONS. SAMEER WAS STEVE’S CLOSEST FRIEND AND SOMEONE STEVE MET WHEN HE WAS RECRUITED AS A SPY IN LONDON. THE TWO BECAME FAST DRINKING BUDS AND RAN A SERIES OF OPS AND CASES BEFORE FALLING OUT OF TOUCH IN THE THICK OF THE WAR AND THEN LATER RE-CONNECTING WHEN STEVE RECRUITED THE WONDER MEN. LAST BUT NOT LEAST WE CAN’T FORGET ETTA CANDY, STEVE’S HIGHLY DEPENDABLE SECRETARY. SHE WAS A CLOSE FRIEND AND CONFIDANT OF STEVE’S TRUSTED WITH HIS LIFESTYLE AND NEARLY ALL OF HIS SECRETS.

I WISH WE HAD MORE TIME ;; THE GODS WORK IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS.

- AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE SETTING IN WHICH STEVE TREVOR WAS REINCARNATED BY THE GREEK GODS WITH PLANS IN MOTION FOR DIANA TO PUT INTO PLACE. IN PRESENT DAY HE STRUGGLES WITH MEMORIES OF HIS PREVIOUS LIFE WHILE MAKING A LOT OF THE SAME DECISIONS HIS FORMER SELF MADE, BECOMING A MILITARY PILOT AND MAINLY WORKING FOR THE CIA.

IT HAS TO BE ME ;; MARVEL!VERSE CROSSOVER

- PRE-DATING THE SUCCESS OF THE SUPER SOLDIER SERUM, DOCTOR POISON’S “VIALS OF ENERGIZER GAS” RESEARCH WAS STOLEN BY STEVE TREVOR IN THE FORM OF A NOTEBOOK AND LATER EXPANDED ON BY AMERICAN AND BRITISH SCIENTISTS. STEVE VOLUNTEERED FOR THE TEST RUN OF A GAS CHAMBER THAT GAVE HIM PERMANENT ALTERED HEIGHTENED SENSORY FUNCTIONS, STRENGTH AND LONGEVITY, HIS UNCONSCIOUS CHARRED BODY FOUND AFTER THE PLANE EXPLOSION WHICH WOULD LATER RESULT IN ARES UNTIMELY DEFEAT AT THE HANDS OF A GRIEF STRICKEN DIANA. AS HIS BODY WAS SLOWLY RESTORED BY SCIENTISTS HE WOULD BECOME A GHOST, A SPECIAL OPERATIVE SENT ON THE MOST DANGEROUS MISSIONS WITH METAHUMANS IN THE WARS TO COME ON AMERICAN SOIL AND WAS CONSIDERED, ALONGSIDE STEVE ROGERS AND JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES ONE OF THE VERY FIRST SUPER SOLDIERS.

[starvin-darlin]

I think I know you... (part 1)

Female reader lives across from Steve Rodgers when one day he has a familiar stranger over…(Bucky x Reader)

Warnings: literally none, I was gonna make this shorter and have a small bit of smut in this but I got inspired (whoops) and made it a full story, swearing though, some small references to tv shows but no spoilers and you don’t need to have seen them

Length: 1.5k words

(Y/N) fake smiled as she passed Steve in the hallway outside her apartment. Truthfully she had had the worst day of her life, mislabelling evidence that would have put a mass murderer off of the streets (her first big case since being promoted from a police officer to a detective) and instead his court date was pushed back causing many pissed off faces glaring at her around the briefing room, making her wish she was still a regular police officer.

But she wasn’t about to take that out on the ray of sunshine that is Steve Rodgers. All she wanted was to get into her apartment as quick as she could, make the largest bowl of popcorn possible and throw on her favourite horror movie or her favourite tv show; American Horror Story. Sadly her smile seemed like an invitation to Steve, who was always looking for a chat.

“Hey! How are you (Y/N)?” He said cheerfully, holding money in his hand that looked deliberately counted out. (Y/N) sighed inwardly, cursing herself for not practicing her ‘don’t talk to me’ face enough.

“Good, Steve. What’s that money for?” She said out loud, actually thinking ‘Shitty, not that you care, you’re just being polite.’ But she wasn’t going to start ranting about how disgusting she found small talk.

“You’re not going ask me how my day was?” Steve replied smirking. “No. I know how your day was, you probably performed an American dance number and punched Hitler in the face.” I said smartly. “I never should have told you about that.” Steve said, his permanent smile dropping. (Y/N) felt bad, like she always did when she teased Steve, but her guilt didn’t last long as Steve’s smile returned to its natural vomit-inducing state.

“The money’s for pizza, we ordered some. Do you want any?” Steve beamed at the prospect of helping (Y/N). He seemed to know when she was feeling down, and was like a big brother when she needed him. But she wasn’t intrigued by the pizza, but by Steve saying 'we’.

She shrugged, “Nah, I’m not hungry. I had half of a burrito at lunch, what time is it now?” Steve looked back concerned, “8:30, you do realise it’s dark out?”

(Y/N) tried to mask her surprise, but was trying to use the numerous skills she had learned from many late nights watching Sherlock (oh and her being an actual detective) to deduce what Steve meant by 'We ordered’. It couldn’t be a date, Steve wasn’t exactly the 'one-night stand’ kinda guy, and (Y/N) hadn’t seen any girlfriend or even evidence of one. Also he was wearing his dark navy sweatpants and white vest top- classic game-night attire, as (Y/N) knew from personal experience.

She remembered Steve’s question, scared she had been deep in thought for too long. “Oh I guess I spent too long at the office. Oops. I’m still not all that hungry, but thanks for asking.”

Steve still looked concerned, “I’m not letting you go hungry. I’ll bring you a slice.” (Y/N) laughed, secretly happy as now she knew she hadn’t eaten for eight hours her stomach was rumbling and she had no idea how to cook. “Aww thanks, and after are you going to feed the five thousand with that one pizza?” (Y/N) joked, trying to back further towards her apartment, which was across from his. “Are you calling me Jesus?” Steve laughed. “You were probably friends with him before you went in the ice, you’re so goddamn old.” (Y/N) said in a hopefully final tone, trying to end the conversation, “Don’t you think your pizza deliverer is going to get bored of waiting?” “Shit.” Steve murmured as he suddenly started pacing towards the stairs. “Language!” (Y/N) called after him, hearing his sarcastic laugh in the distance.

(Y/N) stumbled towards her apartment, fumbled with getting the keys in the keyhole (chuckling to herself at how if Sherlock Holmes were here he would probably say she was an alcoholic) and finally collapsed onto the mountain of blankets and pillows she had on her sofa. (Y/N) kicked off her black work boots and put her gun on the coffee table in front of her. She willed herself to get up and change into an oversized dark green jumper and shorts. Suddenly getting a boost of energy at the mystery friend Steve had over, she placed a bag of popcorn in the microwave and turned it on. Maybe she was lucky and he was…

(Y/N) stopped that thought immediately, she hadn’t seen him in months, not since they kissed on the apartment roof and he had left inexplicably the next day. Maybe it was one of the Avengers, (Y/N) had met them occasionally at parties and drink nights and they were friendly enough. Ding ding ding (Y/N) heard the doorbell ring and skipped to answer it. She opened the door expecting Steve but she found…him.

James Buchanan Barnes’ hair had grown down to his cheekbones and he was wearing a long sleeved jacket and gloves. “Um, hi.” He said sheepishly, “I’m Steve’s friend and he told me to bring this to you… so here.” He said holding out the plate of pizza awkwardly.

(Y/N) wished she could have seen the shock on her face as she saw the man she had been spending the best part of a year trying to forget about. He had the same expression as when he first asked her to kiss him, what seemed like ages ago.

“Um, can you speak?” He asked politely, breaking (Y/N) out of her daze. “Y-yes. Thanks for the pizza.” She mumbled while hurriedly taking the plate from him. Steve told her Bucky was different from those movie nights and parties the three of them had shared, Steve went as far to say Hydra had completely changed him, but he didn’t even recognise her!

“Do I smell something burning?” He asked inquisitively. She remembered the popcorn in the microwave and smelt the intoxicating fumes of burnt food spread through her kitchen. “Shit!” She snapped, running to the microwave and pulling out a charred bag of black popcorn, burning herself several times in the process.

“Oh great, now thanks to you my popcorn looks like the stuff you light a fire with.” She sighed. Bucky walked into her apartment with a slight sway as he walked, “Hey that wasn’t my fault!” He laughed.

“Um yes! You distracted me with your blue eyes and I forgot about my only joy in life.” (Y/N) looked at him with her hands on her hips in mock anger. He chuckled, “Okay, fine. You sit down and I will make it up to you by making the best bag of popcorn you have ever tasted.” He flashed the smile that used to make her melt with joy, and to no surprise still did.

“If you insist.” She smirked, strutting over to her sofa and pressing play on American Horror Story. She hummed along to the creepy theme song and was surprised at how comfortable she was with Bucky around again, even if he didn’t know who she was.

Bucky looked over his shoulder at the beautiful girl sitting on the sofa with her back turned to him. She was gorgeous, and somehow kinda familiar, something about her smile brought back memories he couldn’t make out. She was humming along to the tv show’s theme song like a maniac, it was barely even a song, just occasional whispers of 'I’m scared’ that set Bucky’s teeth on edge. Terrifying visuals were on the screen, blood and screaming people and more things that made him want to turn away.

“Are you a psychopath or something?” He laughed while bringing over the bowl of freshly made popcorn to her. He set it down on the coffee table and saw the gun sitting there.

“I’m not a psychopath, I’m just a high functioning sociopath, do your research.” She quoted her favourite line from Sherlock, then looked up at Bucky. His face showed fear and confusion. She realised her gun was sitting in full view.

“Before you freak,” She stood up while saying, “I’m a detective.” He looked sceptical so she ran off to her bedroom to show him her badge. He seemed reassured but still tense so she laughed.

“What did you think I was gonna shoot you? There’s no way I could beat you with your arm!” He gasped, “How did you?…” She took advantage of his confusion to grab his gloves and whisk them off, revealing one flesh hand and one metal one.

“Oh so you guys have just met and you’re already ripping each other’s clothes off?” Steve smirked from the doorway.