#Bbb2020

[jobean12-blog]

This is amazing! I was pulled right in and it all felt so magical!!! It had everything I hoped for and more!!! LOVE❤️😍

the forest > bucky barnes

|| pairing: bucky barnes x black!reader

|| word count: 11,557

|| warnings: language words, smut, sex, sex pollen kinda, animal transformation, grumpy bucky, angst/horror?, fae/faries, fairy tale vibes

|| challenge: @sourpatchkidsandacokecan​ Little Darlin’s Mystery AU Challenge - Werewolf AU - You have been lost in the forest due to a curse that won’t let you leave.

|| square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​ SSB2020 I3: “This is not what it looks like”

|| square filled: @buckybarnesbingo​ K2: Survival in the wild

|| summary: You wake up in a strange, magical place. All alone, you start to walk and find that you aren’t the only one wandering the trees.

|| link: ao3

|| note: i don’t know why i’m nervous to post this, but i am! forgive me, my brain gets the best of me sometimes. i hope you guys enjoy this - despite the posting anxiety, i did enjoy weaving this little tale. i just hope it all makes sense :)

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Your feet are blistered and bloody. You’ve been walking for hours. Your throat is dry, your eyes puffy and swollen; watery. Your sundress is tattered and ripped and you don’t know why. You can’t remember. You don’t know where you are, why you’re here, or how you ended up in this place - but the fear sitting in your belly is the only thing keeping you moving.

It’s dense here. Thick, green, lush trees and shrubs line the dirt path that you walk on. Sun rays peek through the treetops, but because they’re so thick, the trees, it looks like a dark day; a muted day. You can hear birds chirping, little bugs buzzing around, even spot a butterfly or two. It’s beautiful - but ominous. Like there’s danger lurking just around the bend. 

You hear crackling in the distance - leaves being crunched, twigs being broken - and you freeze, snapping your head towards it. You swallow hard as you zero in on the noise, everything else going silent around you. You clutch the hem of your dress in your hand, as it’s the only tangible thing that makes any of this real, and just listen. Your heart beats loudly in your ears. A bead of sweat slips down the side of your face. Your breath is shallow.

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[cherrystar12]

Daí o Daniel é eliminado e a Marcela fica "mas o que tá acontecendo lá fora 😭😭" o pessoal tava vendo o racismo de vocês

[liquidlightz]

Romantic stucky!  the companion happy times to my sad Steve hours; one of 3 arts that I created for my @notanotherstuckybb 2020 collab with @powercrow

the fic is a fantastic Planet Hulk comics and MCU Endgame divergent crossover adventure! 😎  

read “lost in time, lost in space” here

find my art post here 

Bingo squares :

C1 - “Rings” for Stucky bingo

Y3 - “Steve/Bucky” for Bucky Barnes bingo

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[ruckystarnes]

Title: Darling Prince

Author: RuckyStarnes

Card: B018

Characters: Prince!Bucky Barnes, Witch!Reader

Warnings: major character death, poison, pain, au, bleeding, asphyxiation, choking, blood tasting (?)

Rating: Mature (just because of themes)

Words: 506

Written for: @agonyapril2022 | @buckybarnesbingo | @badthingshappenbingo

Event: Agony April | Bucky Barnes Bingo 2022 | Bad Things Happen Bingo

Prompt/Square: Day 6 (Alt 8): Poison | Y2: Pain | I3: Left for Dead

Summary: Bucky is wanted dead by the witch that has killed his family and staked claim to his kingdom. He had no army, no allies, so he had no choice but to run.

Type: Drabble | Moodboard

Bucky thought the young redhead he came across in the woods was just a kindly peasant girl selling her family's produce. Her coy smile and bright green eyes drew him in, and her melodic voice brought a smile to his normally glowering face. It was refreshing to see someone after what felt like weeks out in the god-forsaken forest, running from the impending doom at what was once his castle, so when she offered him a taste of the green apple she was eating, he threw caution to the wind. There was nonway the witch could find him after so many days gone; she probably had already given up the search for him knowing he was dead somewhere, thinking predators were feasting on his rotting corpse. And so, he took the piece of apple and bit into it, the juice slightly dripping down his lips and chin. It felt like a godsend compared to the nuts and berries he had been feasting on since he ran, and he wasn't overly concerned when it felt like the juice caught in his throat, making him cough.

But the cough didn't stop. He felt his lungs burn for air as he continued to half choke on the apple, sputtering out pieces of the half chewed fruit as he fell to his knees, his fingers digging into the soft earth. His eyes watered as he tried to look to the young girl for help, but she was standing behind her small table, her coy face now set in a slight scowl and sinister smirk.

"My darling prince," she sang, leaning forward on her hands to look down on him, "you thought you could escape your fate. You're a fool to think you could run from me, to try to survive. I made a promise to a very powerful deity to end your family's line, and I fully intended to follow through to see the light leave your eyes."

He could say anything, his throat closing on itself slowly, making it harder to breathe. He watched her with wide eyes round the table to lower herself in front of him, the devilish smile on her face.

"Y-y-you."

It was all he could manage before a coughing fit overtook him again, this time blood splattered the forest ground.

Her finger hooked under his jaw, lifting his head up to make him look at her, not flinching when his cough misted her hand with his blood.

"I could have done it quickly, you know, but I wanted to savor every second of your life dwindling to nothing. Just makes it sweeter to see you suffer."

Bucky went to grab her hand as he felt air leave him and not be replenished, but she brushed him off, making him fall hard to the ground, her finger turning his head to face her.

"Sweet dreams, darling prince," she smiled saccharinely as she stood, her bloodied hand going to her lips, where she licked a speck off of her finger. "And thank you for the kingdom."

[kalee60]

For @buckybarnesbingo

All fics are Stucky...

For the bingo:

B5: Kink: mission sex - rated E - Define your world

U4: Kink: object insertion - rated E - Plug it in

C3: Blank square - rated G - Tap that

K2: Kink: harder - rated E - Subliminal Advertising

Y1: AU: Noir detective - rated E - Dial B for Bucky

All other fics:

U2: Steve/Bucky - rated E - Push the button

K1: AU: Ancient civilizations - rated M - Of shadow realms and misconceptions

Y5: Through the scope - rated E - Forgive, yet never forget

K3: Abandonment issues - rated E - Choose your destiny

Y4: First time - rated T - Laying in wait

C4: AU: Wings - rated E - Better the devil you know

Y2: Kill list - rated E - The only hope for me is you

B4: Hair braiding - rated T - Model behaviour

U2: Speed dating - rated E - Kickstart my heart

B2: Kink: Shower Sex - rated E - Somebody that I used to know

[riotwritesthings]

Sing me a song about you

Title: Sing me a song about you Collaborator Name: Riot @buckybarnesbingo​ Square Filled: C5, kink: non-penetrative @starkbucksbingo​ Square Filled: I5, AU: Rockstar @tonystarkbingo​ (card 4052) Square Filled: A3, Freespace Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron Rating: M Major Tags & Triggers: musician Bucky, grad student Tony, a meet-cute and a back alley handjob Summary: Bucky doesn’t usually notice much about the crowd while he’s on stage, instead just losing himself in the music. Tonight is different though. Word Count: 915

With moodboard made by the wonderful @crownofstardustandbone​!

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From pretty much the first second Bucky steps onto the stage of the tiny, rundown venue, he can't stop noticing the guy in the corner booth.

He looks a little young to be in a bar, but the books and papers spread across the entire table scream grad student. His fluffy hair looks perfect for running fingers through, and he chews on his lip while he scribbles nearly frantically in his notebook.

Bucky may almost fall off the tiny stage, once or twice over the course of the show, he’s so busy staring. He also might run into Steve a couple times.

At least he doesn’t have to worry about the cute guy noticing his sudden lack of grace, Bucky is pretty sure he doesn’t once looked up from his book the entire night.

Bucky is sitting at the bar for the band’s usual post-show drink, working up the nerve to actually do something about it, when Steve elbows him in the ribs.

“Are you actually going to go talk to him, or just stare like a creeper all night?” Steve asks,one eyebrow raised pointedly.

“I’m working on it,” Bucky grumbles, but it takes Steve elbowing him again before he downs the rest of his beer and pushes away from the bar.

-

"Why's he so twitchy?" Sam asks, shooting a look over at where Bucky is pacing in sporadic circles around the backstage area, chain smoking and running his hands through his hair until it nearly stands on end.

Steve glances up from his guitar, then smirks widely as he says "He invited Tony."

Sam looks confused for a second, and then his nose wrinkles a little as he asks "The kid who did homework through our whole set last week?"

"He's so smart, Sam!" Bucky screams and then nearly trips over an amp when he looks up from his nervous pacing for too long and fails to dodge the equipment scattered everywhere.

"You've mentioned that, buddy!" Steve calls back, and then mimes gagging.

-

Tony sits at the same table, in the back corner, and he doesn't bring homework this time.Bucky can feel his eyes on him the entire show.

When he gets off stage Tony has a wide smile on his face and an extra beer on the table in front of him, obviously waiting for Bucky.

“I like the way you didn’t almost fall off the stage this time,” Tony says in greeting, eyes bright and teasing.

“I didn’t think you saw that,” Bucky groans miserably as he drops into the booth across from Tony, cheeks warming.

“Oh I definitely did, and I am never letting it go,” Tony says with a soft laugh, and Bucky finds that he really doesn’t mind.

-

They end up in the alley behind the bar, making out and pawing at each other furiously.

Bucky knows, in the back of his mind, that this alley is disgusting. He complains about it every time they unload or reload their gear from the van, but right now all he knows is Tony.

Tony’s fingers against his jaw, tangling in his hair, Tony’s lips soft and warm against his and the way he opens so sweet when Bucky kisses him harder.

The way Tony whines softly when Bucky presses in closer, hitches him up a little higher against the wall, and the way it forces an answering groan out of Bucky’s chest when one of Tony’s legs wraps up around his hip.

Tony is the one who practically tears their pants open, hands clumsy and nearly shaking with desperation in the minimal space between their bodies, and Bucky groans softly in relief as his cock is freed from the tight denim. He takes them both in hand and swallows the noise that bursts out of Tony’s throat, jerks them both off quick and messy while Tony claws at him and rocks into his grip, moans and gasps against his lips.

When Tony comes he tosses his head back against the rough brick with a shaking cry, his hair a mess and fingers digging into Bucky’s shoulders through his jacket while Bucky bites at the curve of his jaw. Tony tugs him into a kiss and Bucky ruts against him harder, growls his way through his own orgasm until he’s left panting weakly.

When Bucky slumps against him Tony just laughs and presses his fingers into Bucky’s hair, pulls him into another kiss that’s lazy and sweet.

They break apart slowly, still pressed in close and sharing the same air as the chill of the night slowly starts sinking into the warm little bubble they've created for themselves.

"Well, should we go finish our beer?" Tony asks with a crooked little grin, and Bucky huffs out a soft laugh at the mention of the half-full mugs still sitting abandoned on the table.

Then he looks down at the mess of their cum slowly cooling on his hand, and their pants, and his shirt, and then fixes Tony with a flat look.

“Or, my place isn’t far,” Tony suggests, a hopeful light in his eyes.

Bucky spares a brief thought for how pissed the rest of the band will be if he just bails, and quickly decides that it's more than worth it.

"Lead the way," Bucky says, and Tony smiles, and yeah, totally worth it. Even if he just knows he's going to end up loading and unloading the van by himself for the next several shows.

[sunbeamfrog]

A TWIST OF FATE by @queenemori

This is a collection of pieces I did for Kara and her absolutely gorgeous work, A Twist of Fate which I have linked in the title. 

For the art, I decided first I wanted to do a cover piece and connect the pair through a twist like a red string. It surely connects them the same way their heads and their hearts do, though I felt it more compelling to do the less obvious. We, the audience know, but they don’t. Something as silly as a red string won’t deter them from their present, will it? Oh, but it will.

The second piece, I think, was meant to place you in the heavy tension in their first meeting. It’s not bright and happy per say. It’s foreign and dark- could be mistaken for sinister only if you don’t care enough to look at all the signs. The red keeps pointing towards them, lighting them up. May We Meet Again on the poster behind Clarke- the chains on her shirt that links her to her fate. Bellamy, blue. Steadfast and curious. Enraptured by something he can’t quite place. 

Finally, something that took me a long time to finish because theirs is a story that evolved from the dark tension to the bright and happy. It seems the world moved for the two of them. And so they dissolve and mold into one another as they collide, their red strings of fate tightening and their heads and their hearts aligning in their rushed breaths. Everything is upside down, but they’re reeling from it and kissing like there’s tomorrow. A private pandemonium within their bubble, if you will. Months and months and months in the making. 

I hope I did them justice as Kara did in her incredible story. It lies in the less obvious, if you ask me. The small things like loaded silences, the flick of a wrist or the twitch of a brow. The seeking one another out for affirmation because the two are the one thing that grounds them. It’s the falling in love with the friendship and the person before you realize you’ve grown close. It’s the private observations and the thoughts you keep to yourself. It’s the itching on the arms, the same thoughts of getting salve to heal it faster before realizing what it is in the shower. It’s the kiss that makes them feel that the world spins on its axis. 

It’s all from the mind of one beautifully skillful Kara. Thank you for your work and patience with me. You’ve been so, so kind through it all.

[realityzeicons]

se pegar like, se usar créditos a @acobracomenta

[buckybarnesbingo]

BBB 2020 Masterpost

Here is the collection of all the masterposts!  All the works created by each of these participants is linked on their individual masterposts.

You wanna know something AMAZING?!  We had more than 850 fills made this round of the BBB!!!  BLOWN AWAY is a great way to describe this mod’s reaction to it.  It has been fantastic to see so much Bucky love out there, coming from so many fabulous people!

Now go peruse these lists to find what you missed, and don’t forget to give these creators some love!

27dragons

abitnotgoodiebag

alwaysabrighterdarkness

ariasfandom / AriaGrill

blurockets / Pyrone

buckybarnesdeservestobehappy

caiti-creative-corner

crazycatt71

darter-blue

dreaminglypeach / eachpeachpearplum

Elle / hawkeyeandthewintersoldier

fightingforcreativity / J_Gun_i

Ginger / your-ginger-angel

hddnone

HeyBoy / heyboydraws

ialwayscomewhenyoucall / LiraelClayr007

iamartemisday

ibelieveinturtles

jurassicworjd / samandbucky

kalee60

ladydarkphoenix

LLightz / liquidlightz

lbibliophile-mcu

Menatiera

Minka

newtypeshadow

nightwideopen

omgaflockofbirdsthings

pherryt

phoenixgryphon

Politzania / polizwrites

psychiccatpanda / Faustess

Purple_ducky00 / jamesbuckystark

rebelmeg

riotwritesthings / riotfalling

seibelsays

sierranovembr

somesortofitalianroast

starjargon

startrekkingaroundasgard

TiBun / fanbinbun

writing-mermaid

writing-what-writing / BookDragon13

[avintagekiss24]

listen before i go > bucky barnes

|| pairing: bucky barnes x black!reader

|| word count: 6,630

|| warnings: angst, heavy angst, smut, sex, bucky barnes’ trigger words, cock warming if you look close

|| square filled: @star-spangled-bingo​​ SSB2020 N5: needy clingy sex

|| square filled: @buckybarnesbingo​​ C1: angst

|| summary: you and bucky just can’t say what you want to say.

|| link: ao3

|| note: sad boi hours are still commencing. this one is gonna hurt, dudes. please heed the warnings. i think i said i don’t like posting on sunday’s, and here i am posting two sunday’s in a row. what are ya gonna do? title inspired by billie eilish’s listen before i go. don’t hate me!

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Tears leak from your eyes. You cover your face with your hands as he shoves his clothes into his old duffel bag. Say you’re sorry. Don’t let him leave!

“Bucky-”

“Don’t,” he says curtly, zipping up his bag and throwing it over his shoulder, “You want me out, I’m leaving.”

You don’t want him out. You don’t… or do you? Yes. You do. That’s what you told your friends. That’s what you told yourself. That’s what you told him. He has to go - he has too. This isn’t working... right? Emotion wracks your body again as he storms past you. Your shoulders shake as the sadness consumes you. Your face breaks, your heart sinks, your cries clog your throat, choking you. 

You don’t follow him. 

-

Bucky stops at the door of your apartment, his hand on the knob. He turns his head, just a little, listening to you cry. He closes his eyes, cursing himself. He doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want to leave you. He should give it up - running around the world, fighting aliens and robots and god knows what else. He’d give it up for you, he would. He should. 

He walks out the door and slams it behind him.

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It’s been a while, maybe three weeks? Four? You’re not really sure. You’ve busied yourself to keep from thinking about him. You signed up for a cooking class, and a dance class, and picked up a few extra shifts at the bookstore you volunteer at sometimes - just to stay busy. It’s worked for the most part. Between work, your friends, and your new hobbies, you barely have time to think about Bucky Barnes. 

That’s a lie. You know exactly how long it’s been. Four weeks. You think about him - not often, this part is true - but you still think about him. Mainly at night, when you’re alone in your big room and your big bed. It’s weird to you now, your bed. Foreign. You never realized how big it was until he wasn’t in it; the whole room really, it’s just so big. 

The two of you never made it official, moving in together, but he was there more often than he wasn’t. His broad, heavy body weighing down the mattress, or barely fitting in the shower, but you loved having him here. You always felt safe; consumed by all things him when he was here. Now it’s just empty - quiet. Just you and your little house plant, that he picked out, of course. You just didn’t have the heart to throw it away. 

Just like you don’t have the heart to throw him away - his memories. 

Not yet. 

Not entirely. 

That’s why most nights you stare at your phone, your thumb hovering over his name. You’ve tapped it a few times, his name, but always panic as soon as it starts ringing. You tap on the little red phone and throw it into the chair in the corner of the room. You roll over, away from it, just in case it illuminates from an incoming call or text and stare out at the moon, until the emotion just can’t be held back any longer. 

You’re lying again. You cry yourself to sleep most nights. 

So, this is why you make yourself busy.

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It’s been awhile. Four weeks, two days. The girl behind the bar looks like you, kind of. Well, enough to remind Bucky of that soft, warm smile of yours. He remembers it like it was yesterday. It was usually in the morning when you’d give him that smile. You’d have your face buried in the pillows and sheets, little slivers of skin poking out from underneath here and there. He loved to watch you sleep. 

He’d do anything to be able to wake up next to you again. 

Anyway, it was usually early, early in the morning when you’d smile at him the way that bartender is smiling at him now. You’d be half asleep, not really coherent enough to even know who you were smiling at, but you’d shift next to him - curl right into his body, and just smile. Softly. Sweetly. Then you’d take a breath, a deep one, tighten your grip around his waist and fall right back asleep.

He’d fall right back asleep with you. 

“You doin’ okay?” The bartender asks, smiling at him again. 

Bucky drops his eyes to the glass in his hands as he spins it slowly. She doesn’t look like you up close. He picks up his drink and finishes off the last drops before he slides it in her direction, “One more.”

She winks at him, “You got it.”

She’s flirting with you, Bucky. He used to not care when women were flirting with him. If he’s telling the absolute truth, he still doesn’t - he should. It’s been four weeks and two days after all. 

She’s not you. 

She kinda looks like you, smiles like you, but she’s not you. 

He doesn’t want a similar version of you. 

He wants you.

She slides the now full glass of whiskey towards him, Bucky catching it with just the tips of his fingers. He can feel her eyes on him as he lifts it to his lips and takes a slow sip before he nods slowly, staring at the glass. He slides his eyes towards  the flirtatious bartender and smirks, “I’m Bucky.”

“Tamera.”

----------

It’s Friday night, so that means it’s sushi class night. Steve decided to come with you this time, he’s been trying to get Sam to try it for the longest time - figured, maybe Sam would feel a little more comfortable with it if Steve made it. You and Steve have always gotten along really well, which surprised you because, you know, he’s Steve Rogers; rigid and uptight. He’s not that uptight, Sam’s still working on the rigid thing, though. 

The two of you have been having fun. It’s nice seeing Steve be not-so-good at something for a change. Your phone buzzes in your back pocket, but your hands are sticky and covered in rice, so you bounce off to the sink to wash them quickly. You pull out your iPhone, expecting to see a text from your sister, MJ, but find a notification from Apple News.

Avengers bad boy, Bucky Barnes,…

Your lips part as you read his name. You glance over your shoulder, you’re not really sure why, as if everyone’s eyes are going to be on you because you're reading up on your ex-boyfriend. You take a breath. You shouldn’t care what Avengers bad boy, Bucky Barnes is doing, but you want to know what Avengers bad boy Bucky Barnes is doing. God, you hope he’s not hurt. 

Don’t look. It isn’t your business anymore. You turn on your heel, shoving the phone back into your pocket, but can’t seem to take a step away from the sink. You just - fuck, maybe he’s hurt. He’s probably done something stupid again, he just got that new arm not three months ago. Shuri is gonna kill him. 

It’s still not your business, even if the fucker is hurt. You still can’t move. You place your hand on your back pocket, feeling your phone, debating with yourself. You shouldn’t fucking care - but you do. So you pull it out and tap on the notification, taking you to the original TMZ article. Your blood runs cold. 

Avengers bad boy, Bucky Barnes, seen leaving an uptown bar with mystery woman 

Your mouth goes dry as you read down the page. Your breath hitches in your throat when you get to the pictures. His fingers curled in hers as they move down the street. Smiles on their faces. Then his arm is over her shoulders. Then -

You blink back the sudden flood of tears furiously as your chin starts to tremble. He’s kissing her. He’s got her up against his apartment building, his hands cupping her face. Her eyes are closed and his head is tilted - his body is crushed up against hers - just like the two of you used to do. He used to pull you close, so tight into his body as the two of you would wind your way through the city. Then, right when you turned the corner onto his street, he’d whirl you around him, and push you up against the building. He’d push his hands up your shirt, pinching, grabbing, his lips crushed to yours. 

Now he’s found someone else. He’s kissing someone else the exact same way he used to kiss you. You can’t help but read on, seeing the pictures of them leaving together in the morning - hand in hand again. It’s over. All the nights you’ve spent staring down at his name on your phone, trying to call him, wanting to call him… you should have called him. Maybe he wouldn’t be with her. 

It’s over. 

You and Bucky are really over. 

“Hey,” you don’t even really hear Steve when he walks up to you, “Hey, you okay?”

He follows your eyes to the small screen in your hands and tips it towards him, clearing his throat as he skims the last few lines of the article, “Lets not - come on, let’s take a break, huh?”

He ushers you outside and immediately draws you into his chest, rubbing your back, resting his chin on the top of your head, “Oh, honey.” He sighs softly as you sob. 

It’s really over. 

----------

It’s Friday night. No, actually it’s Saturday morning; 2:32am. Bucky sits on the edge of his bed, his head hanging as he rubs his forehead with his hand. He picks his head up just high enough to glance over his shoulder at the sleeping woman behind him. Tamera. It’s the second night in a row that he’s had her and she’s still not you. 

She doesn’t feel like you - her body, her mouth. She doesn’t sound like you, she doesn’t move like you… she’s not you. No matter how hard he tries to pretend that she is you; she’s not you. He blinks and hangs his head again as his thumb hovers over your name in his phone. He needs to hear your voice, especially now. He wasn’t… ready for this. He wasn’t ready the first time, but he forced himself and hated it. He forced himself again tonight and not only did he hate it, he hates himself. 

He should have called you weeks ago. 

He should have texted you and apologized and asked if he could come back because that’s all that he really wants; to just walk through your front door, back into your apartment and your shared life as the proud parents of a small plant. He should have called you weeks ago. If he had, he wouldn’t be here right now, with Tamera in his bed, pain in his heart, that nagging voice in his head. 

Call her now. Tell her you’re sorry. 

He shouldn’t care. He shouldn’t feel bad right now. He did what every other person does, he moved on. He shouldn’t care about what you think anymore - but he does. He knows how you feel about these kinda things. You weren’t this kinda girl, the one who just goes home with some guy named Bucky after eye fucking him for half the night. Not that you’re a prude, not that you shame anyone, it just isn’t you - these random hook ups. 

He liked that about you. That you were kind of old school. Reminded him of the good old days, back in the thirties. Innocent dates, sneaking little kisses so nobody would see, those little giggles that filled his ears when he pushed a little further every time he saw you. He’s always enjoyed a little chase. He enjoyed chasing you, and when he finally caught you, he still found himself fantasizing about you. Every damn day.

Even now. Even with someone else underneath him, he still thought about you - he had to, or else he couldn’t have… 

He bites the inside of his lip before he lets out a deep sigh. Your name stares up at him from the soft lighting of his phone. He needs to hear your voice. He doesn’t want to be in this apartment, in this bed, with this woman. He just wants to be wrapped up in your arms, curled around your little, warm body, his fingers pressed into your flesh, your warm breath splashing over his face. 

He swallows. His thumb starts to tremble as he holds it over your name. 

Call her now. Tell her you’re sorry. 

He closes his eyes, “Fuck.”

He cuts his eyes towards the nightstand, staring at it until it doesn’t even look like a nightstand anymore. 

He throws his phone into the chair in the corner of the room.

He stands and moves into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him before he flips on the water of the shower, turning it as hot as he can. 

He’s gotta get that woman’s smell off of him.

----------

It’s been four months since that Friday night sushi class. You’re now a sushi rolling expert - which, you are pretty proud of. You got a promotion at work. You have a kitten. You and MJ have a Hawaiian vacation coming up over Christmas. Things are… brighter, to say the least.

There’s still moments. You’ll be at work, or waiting in line at the coffee shop and a brief thought will streak across your mind. I wonder what Bucky’s doing? You don’t think about it for long - not anymore. You’re finally starting to get to the point where you really don’t care. You made the right decision that night, asking him to leave. That life - his life - wasn’t one that you wanted to lead. You didn’t want to have to hide away in some upstate safe house every time some villain got wind of your romance. 

You didn’t want to stay up all night long, worrying about him as he kicked and punched his way through aliens or robots or whatever the hell decided to come to earth that day. You don’t want to waste days waiting for him to drag his tired, beaten body out of bed after returning from a mission. That life wasn’t - and isn’t - for you. You made the right decision. 

“Here you go, doll,” the barista says, smiling as he hands you a vanilla Frap.

Doll. You haven’t heard that in four months. You smile widely, “Thank you.”

You head back out onto the street, sipping on your coffee as you turn up the music to your airpods. The Cottage on the Beach, from the Atonement soundtrack. One of your favorite movies. It’s tragic, but beautiful - the movie, the soundtrack, and your life. You’re getting to the beautiful part, you’re sure of it. 

You’re heading back to your apartment after getting lucky at work and having two of your afternoon meetings canceled. Instead of taking the train, you decided to walk - another way of keeping yourself busy. You turn down fifth avenue, also deciding to window shop on the way home, and slow your pace as you move past Saks, eyeing a gorgeous pair of pumps in the window. They would look great on your feet while dancing in Hawaii, that’s for sure. 

You stop, pulling out your phone to take a picture to send to your sister, when a voice sounds behind you, stopping you in your tracks. 

“Hey.”

You snap your eyes from your phone to the window in front of you, almost too afraid to turn. You take a breath, shifting your eyes around the glass window as if you aren’t exactly sure if you heard it or not, you are listening to music after all. Maybe you - 

“Hey, can you hear me?”

You turn quickly - and there he is. Blue eyes, fluffy, short hair, stubble covering his cheeks and chin. The leather jacket that you loved so much on his broad torso. He’s slimmed down a bit, but he always did fluctuate, unlike Steve, which you always thought was kinda weird. 

He smiles at you, a wide smile, the one that makes his eyes crinkle on the sides, “Hey, I thought it was you. How are you?”

You nod quickly, “I’m um, I’m fine. Hi,” you laugh a little.

“You look… great,” he says, looking you up and down, “Really great.”

“Thank you,” you answer softly, tilting your head down as you tuck some of your hair behind your ear, “You.. you look nice too.”

He shrugs, tearing his eyes from yours to glance off across the street, “Ah, you know. I’ve lost a couple pounds.” 

You nod again, “Yeah, I can tell.”

He snaps his eyes back to yours. You stare at each other for a couple of seconds, both of your minds racing, wanting to say so much. 

I miss you. 

I love you. 

Please let me come home. 

Please come back. 

----------

Bucky blinks at you as you duck your head away from him again. Steve’s words play back in his mind from all those months ago. You didn’t see her that night, Bucky! She was crushed seeing those pictures. Crushed. He couldn’t get the word out of his head for weeks afterward. Crushed. You were crushed seeing those pictures. 

He never wanted to hurt you. He should have known better. He shouldn’t have left the hotel with her. Fuck, he shouldn’t have went to the hotel bar in first place. He should have called you, like he wanted to. Maybe, the two of you could have avoided all of this. 

Now that he has you here, he doesn’t want you to leave. It’s awkward between you. He watches as you shift nervously, not able to keep your eyes on him for long. Constantly pushing at your hair and then tugging at your blouse. It makes him sad. He doesn’t want you to be nervous around him - unsure of him. He still doesn’t want you to leave, though. He’ll deal with the awkwardness.

“Do you wanna get a drink?” His mouth moves before his brain can keep up with it. 

He watches as you shift again nervously, sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, “No, I -”

“Please?” He’s nearly begging, “Just,” the words drop away as he runs his hand through his hair, “So, we can talk?”

“There’s not really anything to talk about, Bucky.”

----------

You end up in the bar of the Marriott Hotel with him. He could always talk you into doing shit you didn’t want to do - because after a while, he always made you feel safe. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you, so you just did what he asked you to do. He orders a bourbon, you get white wine. You both sit at the bar, facing straight, not looking at each other, your wine glass placed at your lips, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass. He takes a drink and sits the glass down softly, bowing his head. 

“I’m sorry,” he says simply, after a while.

You finally turn towards him, “For what?”

“For,” he shrugs, “I shouldn’t have - I don’t know. I’m just sorry, for everything.” I’m sorry for leaving you. 

You look back down at your wine glass and your fingers, “You don’t have to apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong.” I should have asked you to stay.  

“I could have been more discreet. Those fucking paps are everywhere, I gotta remember that.” Please forgive me. 

You shrug a little, you should have known Steve would tell him, “It’s,” you dip your head, “It’s okay. We’re adults, we can… do whatever we want.” I forgive you. 

It grows silent between the two of you. You’re both looking at each other now, eyes bouncing back and forth. His eyes then slip down to your lips and fixate on them for a few seconds before they move back up to your wide eyes. Then, suddenly, his large hand is on your cheek, his thumb rubbing along your bottom lip. 

His hand is so warm. 

You blink as his hand caresses your face - gently. Just like he used to. He tilts his head a little as his lips part, his thumb still dancing over your bottom lip. His eyes still bounce, softly, between yours, reading you, just like he always could. His eyes dip again to your mouth, and his lips, they, they quiver - just slightly. His fingers wrap around the back of your neck and he’s pulling, pulling you into him. 

You moan into his mouth almost as soon as his lips are on yours. It’s so familiar, his lips, his mouth, his tongue. For the first time in months, you finally feel like yourself. You lean into him, kissing him back, humming and moaning. It gets desperate - quickly. To the point where he’s standing, both of his hands cupping your face as he kisses you hard. Your hands slide around his waist to pull him closer as you inhale him. 

He pulls you up on your feet and pecks your lips once, twice, three times. He grabs your hand and pulls your towards the front desk, lacing his fingers with yours as he asks for a room. Your heart pounds in your chest and ears as you rest your head against his back, shielding yourself from the clerk’s prying eyes. 

Bucky digs in his pocket, grabbing his wallet and throwing his card down before scribbling his name on the receipt. The clerk slides the key cards in Bucky’s direction with a smile and drops his attention back to the small computer in front of him. He’s seen this too many times to care. 

You keep your fingers twisted with Bucky’s as you wait for the elevator. Neither one of you look at each other as you stare at the illuminated numbers as they descend. The doors open as the soft ding sounds and you both step on, Bucky slamming his finger on the round number ten. Neither one of you say anything as the metal box carries you up into the hotel, slowing and then stopping at your floor. 

You let Bucky guide you down the hall, stopping at room 1022. He presses the card against the reader and the door clicks, popping open slightly. Bucky pushes through, pulling you with him, only letting your hand go to close and lock the door behind you. You walk into the room, your eyes scanning. Your eyes land on the bed. It’s a big bed. It looks soft. 

You inhale sharply when you feel Bucky’s chest crush against your back. His fingers slither around your waist as his lips press against the back of your neck. You close your eyes and push your hand up and into his hair as you let your body melt into his. You tilt your head towards the ceiling as he starts to sway the two of you back and forth slowly, his tongue sneaking out from behind his lips to lap at your warm, sensitive skin. His metal hand moves up into your shirt, inching along your skin until it cups your breasts firmly, making you moan, really moan for the first time. 

You love that arm. 

His digits push into your bra, rolling your nipple softly as his teeth sink into the crook of your neck. You jump, grunting deeply as your body tightens. God, it’s been so long. 

His free hand snakes down to your jeans, popping the button and pushing down your zipper. It slithers in, his flesh sliding into your panties and between your slick folds. You jolt forward at the sensual touch, bent at your hips as his fingers start to massage your sex. Your mouth hangs open as you draw in ragged breaths, your hips pushing forward, anticipating his next stroke. He bends forward with you, groaning into your ear as he rubs your clit - quick - just how he knows to do. 

He pushes his fingers inside of you and you push back up straight, reaching back to pull on his hair. He pumps them hard as he pinches your taut nipple, his breath hot and heavy against the side of your face. He pushes his hips into your behind, wanting you to feel him, feel how much he wants you - how much he’s missed you. 

He tugs on your earlobe with his teeth and you whimper. The pain mixing with the pleasure his fingers bring. You don’t want his fingers any longer. You want him, all of him. You want to scream his name as he fucks you into the mattress, hour after hour. You want to drag your nails down his long, sinewy back. You want to feel his cock stretching you, spreading you, spearing you. 

Bucky apparently wants the same. He could always read your mind, it seemed. He pulls his hands away from you to strip you down, tossing your clothing to the floor without a care. He pushes you onto the bed once you’re exposed and bare, flipping you onto your back by your ankle. He pulls you down to the edge of the bed by your calf and pushes his knees into the mattress as he starts to disrobe himself. 

You sit up, wrapping your legs around his and bite down in your bottom lip as you send your eyes up to his. You place your hands on his hips, raking your fingers down his back as soon as his polka dotted shirt falls to the floor. You drop your eyes to his hands as his fingers start to fumble with the thick belt holding up his black jeans. You moan a little as you watch him, his skilled fingers moving slowly - - dropping the belt to the floor with a thud before popping the button and pushing down the zipper. 

You hiss when his jeans fall. Dark hair peeks out over the band of his Hugo Boss boxer briefs and you can’t resist any longer. You lean in and press your plump lips to his warm skin, placing soft kisses along his sculpted stomach, breathing in his scent. He lets out a deep breath as his metal fingers skim over your shoulder and cup your chin softly. He pushes his index finger into your chin, pushing your head up so the two of you can link eyes once more. Your lips part as you stare up into his stormy eyes - blinking only when his thumb sweeps over your bottom lip. 

He kisses you quickly, holding your chin all the while. He pulls away, but not far, his lips still brushing the tip of your nose as his eyes move around your face. He always did like to look at you. He cups the back of your head and lays you onto the mattress, spreading your legs with his knees. You hold onto his shoulders as you fold your legs around his waist, hooking your ankles together as you feel him start to press at your opening. 

When he pushes, and you start to spread for him, you slam your eyes closed and dig your nails into his thick flesh. You whimper as he sinks into you slowly, his weight pushing you into the mattress. Once you’ve swallowed him - his hips are flush to yours - you wiggle your hips and push your heels into the small of his back, wanting him deeper, even though it isn’t possible. 

Agonizingly slow, he pulls out of you - his mouth dropping open as he watches. You wrap your hands around his forearms as he withdraws, and then plunges back in with a little force. You push upward with the thrust, releasing an airy grunt as he fills you back up. He kisses you again, hard, desperate, as he starts to fuck into you, his hips pushing and pulling with a rhythm all their own. 

You’ve always loved the way Bucky fucks you. It was instant, from the first time that the two of you were together, he just knew you; knew what you wanted, what you liked. It’s kind of dirty, the way he fucks you. Even when he’s being sweet, and gentle, it’s still a little obscene - crude. The darkness in him comes out when he fucks you. You wouldn’t have it any other way. 

He’s ruined you for other men. 

Your hips dig into the mattress with each of his deep thrusts. You’re loud, grunting and mewling within minutes - he feels so good. He always feels so fucking good. You keep your eyes on him as he watches you, his eyes shifting from your eyes to your mouth, then down to your bouncing tits. He’s always loved them too. He cups your left breast with his metal hand, squeezing gently as he runs his tongue over his teeth. He leans down and sucks your tit into his mouth, swirling his tongue over your hard nipple. 

He bites down and your hips jerk into his as you gasp, pushing him deeper. You yelp as the pain and the pleasure rip through you, making your toes curl and your fingers jab into him even harder. 

“God,” you rasp, your face twisting with lust as he drills into you. 

You shut your eyes again and you get a flash of her. His arm thrown over her shoulder, pulling her into his body. The smiles on their faces. His body crushed up against hers in front of his apartment building. You fling your eyes open, gasping a little as your mind starts to race. Don’t do this. Not now. Please. Just -

He probably fucked her just like this. Just how he’s fucking you right now. Your scent is gone from his sheets, his pillows, replaced by hers. You focus in on the ceiling as the intrusive thoughts pull you out of the moment. 

Your lips part. 

Your chin trembles. 

----------

Bucky’s missed you. Your body, your noises, these perfect, pretty tits. He’s dreamt about this since the night he left your apartment - having you again. Making you scream. He pulls your breast into his mouth, sucking on you just how you like. He bites down and you buck into his cock, driving him deeper into your pussy and he shudders. You feel so goddamn good around him. 

“God,” you rasp, your full voice hitting his eardrum just right, drawing a groan out of him. 

He releases your nipple with a smack, leaning back up and resting his weight onto his palms that press into the mattress on either side of you. He feels your tight grip loosen, just a tad, your shrieks get quiet and then disappear all together. He sends his eyes back up to yours and his hips halt instantly. 

You’re crying. Your small hands cover your face as your body is wracked with emotion. All of the air is sucked right out of the room. What’s worse, is that he doesn’t even have to ask why. He just knows. Bucky exhales as his own face twists at the sight. He pries at your hands, trying to pull them away from your face, “Baby,” he whispers, “Don’t. Don’t cry. Please, baby.”

He watches as you turn away from him, pressing your face into the pillow, still trying to hide, “Baby,” he tries again, his voice shaking, “Look at me.”

He pushes your head to face him, his own emotion choking up in his throat. He shakes his head, his breath getting shaky, his eyes filling with tears, “I’m sorry.” He whispers as his own tears start to fall, “I’m so sorry.”

He drops his forehead to yours and kisses you hard, “Baby, I’m sorry.” He sobs, “I’m sorry, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, baby.”

I never meant to hurt you. Just say it. I never meant to hurt you, I love you. 

Say it, Bucky.

Just say it. 

“Stay with me, baby,” he whispers, wiping away the tears that streak down your cheeks, “Stay with me, stay here. Please.”

I love you.

I love you.

I love you. 

Say it!

----------

Bucky kisses you hard, “Baby, I’m sorry.” He sobs, “I’m sorry, don’t cry. Please don’t cry, baby.”

You can’t help it. It’s just different now. He’s not - yours anymore. You have to share him with her. Your face is wet with your tears and his, your body crushed to his body as he holds you tight - so tight. He begs you not to cry, not to think about it, to stay with him, here, in this moment. You want to. You just want to feel good again. You want to feel like yourself because God knows this has been the most alien four months of your life. 

You grab his face in your hands and kiss him, moaning into him as the sobs still wrack your body. You just want to feel good. You want to stay. I want to stay. You rock your hips into his, trying to coax him to move again. He does. He pushes his hips into yours as he kisses you again, his lips plump and salty and soft from the tears. You wrap your arms around his neck and close your eyes as he nuzzles into the side of your face, still murmuring his apologies.

His hips push harder and faster, like he wants to fuck the sad right out of you - and right out of himself. He keeps his face buried in your neck, his hands underneath you as he cries and you cry, your dull orgasm starting to gain steam. You push your fingers into his back as his muscles tense and flex. You cup his ass, squeezing his flesh as it bounces with his hips. 

You feel his teeth on your skin, nipping and nibbling before he rests his forehead to yours again. His mouth hangs open, his hot breath washes over your face as his lips tremble softly. You slam your eyes closed and just give in -  into him, into the emotions, into the sadness, into the moment. 

You squeeze your legs around him and let it consume you. You come, hard, your body shaking, your toes curling, your breath hitching as it courses through your veins. You cry out, your wails filling the room as Bucky continues to slam into you until he too succumbs to the pressure. You feel his cock throbbing inside of you, jumping with each spurt of cum. He fills you up, up to the brim, stuffing you full of his seed. 

He collapses on top of you, his sweaty skin sticking to yours. You run your fingers along his spine as his breathing calms and his body starts to relax. He stays tucked inside of you, his cock warm and still stiff. This was always your favorite part. Sure, the fuck was good, but this is what you crave. The closeness. The stillness of him. His skin pressed against yours, his weight holding you to the bed. The feeling of his heart beating against you. 

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Say it.

----------

You didn’t say it. 

You should have, but you didn’t.

You did say that you would meet him for dinner, so that the two of you could talk, really talk this time. You’re nervous, but you’re here. Despite not understanding why you wanted to come, MJ helped you get dressed, soothed your nerves. She told you to call her if you need her - I owe that metal armed asshole a punch in the mouth. 

-

You tap your fingers against the table, biting the inside of your cheek, glancing around the restaurant as you wait. Your foot dances underneath the table with nerves. Why are you so nervous? You know him, you love him. You just need to say it. Just fucking say it and this will all be over. There’s no need to keep living like this when you don’t have to. You want him, you need him. You just need to tell him. 

-

You nibble on a piece of bread. You check your phone again. He was supposed to be here. Twenty minutes ago, Bucky was supposed to be here. You wring your hands together harshly, pushing your thumb into your left palm over and over again. Your eyes dart around the restaurant and focus on the door. 

He’ll be here. He’s just… running late, is all. He’ll - he’ll be here. 

-

You check your phone again. No call. No text. He was supposed to be here, forty minutes ago. You close your eyes and rub your forehead, trying to push back the emotion that threatens to spill out. It didn’t mean anything. You whimper as the thoughts start to race around your head. Last week meant nothing to him - he used you. No. No, that’s - that’s not the Bucky you know. He wouldn’t do that to you. He wouldn’t, he’s just - Fury kept him late today, is all. He’s coming. 

He is. 

-

You push out into the night an hour and twenty seven minutes later, tears rolling down your face as you bring your phone to your ear, “MJ,” you sob, “He doesn’t love me anymore.”

“What?” You barely hear her, “What did he do? Where are you?”

“He doesn’t love me anymore.” You openly cry, “He never showed up. He doesn’t love me anymore, MJ.”

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“Bucky!” Steve shouts angrily, pushing through the front door of his friends apartment, your cries and MJ’s seething voice still ringing in his ears, “Goddamn it, what in the fuck do you think you’re -”

He stops in his tracks. His eyes skirt around the empty apartment as he stands perfectly still. Steve snaps his eyes towards the floor when a soft light illuminates from it. He moves towards it, bending to pick up Bucky’s phone. Five missed calls, two voicemails, one text message, all from you. 

I fucking hate you. Don’t ever come near me again. 

Steve’s eyes scan your message as his lips part. He glances towards the bathroom. The light is still on. He squints as he picks up on the sound of the water from the sink still running. His eyes fall on Bucky’s wallet that still sits on the nightstand before he eyes the phone in his hands again.

He turns on his heel and rushes out of the apartment, taking the stairs two by two, “Sam,” he says as soon as the sleepy man answers the phone, “Something isn’t right.”

----------

Bucky slams his head back in the cold, metal chair that he’s strapped down to. He pushes his arms against the clamps that hold him in place, but no matter how hard he tries, he can’t break free. 

“Longing. Rusted. Seventeen.”

“Please don’t.” Bucky begs, tilting his head towards the ceiling, “Please don’t do this.”

“Daybreak. Furnace. Nine.”

Bucky screams as he starts to struggle, twisting and turning, bucking and fighting against the clamps around his wrists and stomach. He’s not strong enough. He can’t break them, “Please!” he screams, “Please don’t! Please!”

“Benign. Homecoming. One.”

He starts to sob. He slams his eyes closed as he tries to remember your face. Your smile. Your smell. Your soft skin against his. He should have told you he loved you. He should have begged you to let him come home. He should have never left you. 

“I love you.” He says aloud, “I love you baby, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He cries, the tears streaking down his cheeks, “Please don’t hate me.”

I love you!

I love you!

I love you!

“Freight car.”

Bucky blinks. 

Tears still roll down his cheeks, but he isn’t actively crying anymore. He hears a pair of boots walking slowly around him, the soft thwump of a book closing as the mysterious man approaches his side. 

“Soldat?”

“Я готов отвечить.”

Ready to comply.

[ibelieveinturtles]

Love Starts With Plums

Title: Love Starts With Plums

Collaborator(s): ibelieveinturtles 

Square (letter, number, and prompt): 

BBB: B2, Plums

Pairing/Main Ship: Bucky/Darcy

Rating: G

Major tags: coffee shop au, plums, 

Warnings/Triggers: none

Summary: Love starts with plums (or the one where all Bucky wanted was a few plums to snack on and ended up finding a whole lot of plum-themed baked goods and the love that was baked into them.)

Word Count: N/A

@buckybarnesbingo

[liquidlightz]

My Stucky Remix 2020 event artwork 🙃 

News ‘Article’ page view under the cut...

“Bucky assumed their PDA was on the Big Board when the crowd erupted” ... “holy shit, they’d just beaten the Hydras” ... “ ‘A-ven-gers, A-ven-gers, A-ven-gers!’ the crowd chanted”

My hockey au @stuckyremix was inspired by @abarbaricyalp ‘s exciting baseball au “All American” ⚾️

I created this piece back in April 2020 😜  and it still makes me smile 🥳

[rebelmeg]

Someday I will have the time to finish the fic that goes with this moodboard... but until then, you’ll have to settle for this fill for a @buckybarnesbingo square intead.

Title: Bean There, Brew That moodboard Collaborator: rebelmeg Square Filled: Y5 - AU: coffee shop Ship: none Rating: Gen Major Tags: moodboard, coffee shop AU  Summary: Clint owns a coffee shop made entirely of puns, and leaves Darcy in charge when he takes a vacation.  The shop gets a new regular (clearly some kind of hobo/assassin) that likes to purr at his coffee.  With a pack of snarky baristas and a whole lot of sugar, Bucky finds himself living just a little bit more.

[kalee60]

Title: Model behaviour

Author: Kalee60

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27169918

Square Filled: B4: Hair Braiding

Ship/Main Pairing: Bucky/Steve

Rating: T

Major Tags/Triggers/Warnings: None

Summary: When Bucky gets roped into helping his old college buddy Sam on a high end fashion shoot - he didn’t expect to meet one Steve Rogers, a model so gorgeous and nice he was rendered completely speechless (yet somehow Bucky still managed to be a babbling idiot). He also didn’t expect to end up in the photo shoot, nor have Steve’s hands so expertly taking him apart - in a completely non-sexual way.

Bucky was certain his crush was as see through as the shorts he suddenly had to wear, but when their chemistry starts to light up in front of as well as behind the camera, will Bucky find the courage to speak up and say something? Or will he let Steve catwalk out of his life for good?

Word Count: 4808

For @buckybarnesbingo

& @darter-blue

[riotwritesthings]

Title: Just Don’t Bite Me, Okay? Collaborator(s): Riot @buckybarnesbingo​ Square Filled: U5, Animal Transformation @tonystarkbingo​ (card 4052) Square Filled: K1, Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier Ship/Main Pairing: WinterIron Rating: T Major Tags/Warnings: moodboard and tiny fic, non-graphic injury, vaguely post-AoU, animal transformation, Bucky Barnes on the run, Tony Stark has always been a cat but now it’s official Summary: Tony hates magic. He hates it for a lot of reasons, not least of all his current predicament. Bucky on the other hand is much too busy struggling to stay alive to worry about anything else, much less magic. Right up until he finds an injured cat in an alley. Word Count: 404

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Tony hates magic. He hates it for a lot of reasons, not least of all his current predicament.

Sure, maybe he shouldn’t have flown out on his own to check out a strange, almost-pattern of missing children, but he’d honestly expected to find out that he was just imagining it.

And now he’s a cat, because he accidentally pissed off a witch, and because that's just the way his life goes.

Injured and alone in an alley far from home, the very last thing Tony expects is to fall into the surprisingly gentle hands of a recently-escaped-from-Hydra Winter Soldier. Tony isn’t exactly in a position to refuse help, even if he could form words, and he’s not left with much choice other than to let Bucky Barnes carefully patch him up.

By the time he’s healed enough to leave Tony has no way to track down the witch, no way to get home, and no real desire to leave anyways. Slowly he comes to accept that a life on the run with Bucky might be his new normal, might be better even, and so naturally that’s when he wakes up human again.

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Bucky is just trying to figure out who the hell he is, trying to avoid all the people chasing him and figure out if he’s even capable of having a life anymore.

When he finds a stray cat he’s not sure what prompts him to carefully scoop the tiny thing up, bring it back to his shithole apartment. Maybe the fact that despite being badly injured the cat is still incredibly fierce, clawing and biting at him even though it can barely keep its eyes open.

Slowly Bucky finds his own humanity in painstakingly nursing the cat back to health, finds something to live for. Especially when the cat doesn’t leave, even once it easily could.

He’s still being hunted, by Hydra and SHIELD and someone he barely remembers, and to his surprise the cat follows him everytime he has to run. The cat chooses to stay with him even as they move from tiny apartment to tiny apartment, always returning within a day when it wanders away to explore.

Bucky manages to build more of a life for himself then he ever could have expected, he’s happy, so it’s unsurprising when everything is ruined by waking up to his cat missing and a very startled Tony Stark in his bed.

[thecarlonethatalsowrites]

Yang Xiao Long has a reputation as the fearsome Dragon Knight of Vale. She’s also been missing in action following the death of Good King Ozpin. After a long recovery, she sets out on a quest for justice. It is no easy path, so she recruits the help of Blake Belladonna, a mage with more secrets than friends. With more in common than they realize, Blake and Yang join forces to help Remnant limp back to stability once again.

Hello everyone! This is my submission for the @bumblebybigbang! It's been in the works for a while and I'm thrilled to be able to share it with you all. Hope you enjoy, and please check out the wonderful art my partner made for it https://cowboyoscarpine.tumblr.com/post/634278800031694849/happy-bumbleby-big-bang-day-bumblebybigbang!!!!!