#Bucky Barnes and steve Rogers

[buckys-wintersoldier]

The captain and the nerd | Stucky

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> CollegeStudent!HockeyCaptain!Bucky Barnes x CollegeStudent!Nerd!Steve Rogers

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> James Barnes — Captain of the Hockey team — is secretly dating Steve Rogers. But when Steve gets more confident they decide to show that they are in love and dating.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1136

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (G) short mention of bullying, fluff

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 -> Stucky Bingo: Round 5 | 5089 | I4 | Writing Format: 5+1 | @stuckybingo | LGBT Bingo | O3 | Kiss on the forehead | @lgbtqbingo | Bingo of your own | O4 | Secretly dating | @thebo3bingo

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

❤︎𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠❤︎

James Barnes, the most popular boy in college, the captain of the hockey team, and everyone — boys and girls — tries to get his attention. His steel blue eyes look like the ocean while the sun is shining on them, his brown hair is always styled, and his muscles are highly defined — his abs, his broad chest, and shoulders — because of his training with the hockey team. James smile could light up the darkest nights and warm the coldest hearts.

All those people were dreaming about the boy being with them, how he would look without his shirt, and how good he would be in bed. But not only his look but also his charm let hearts melt. Little do they all know that James Barnes is together with the love of his life, a smaller boy who prefers to spend his time reading and learning instead of going to parties. Steve Rogers, invisible to most students, is the secret boyfriend of James.

The brown-haired man wouldn’t mind when everyone knew about him and Steve, but Steve asked him to keep it a secret for a while longer because he doesn’t want to be bullied — like he was used to — and James agreed. Even though they can’t walk hand in hand over the campus, James spends a lot of time with Steve in the library, but they are also often in one of their dorms, watching movies while they’re cuddled up in bed.

“You’re coming to the game today?” James asks, running his fingers through the soft hair of his boyfriend.

“First row, with your number and name on my back,” he says, smiling when he turns his head to look into James's beautiful blue eyes.

James smiles, kissing his boyfriend’s forehead while he plays with his blond hair. Steve’s hand slides over Bucky's broad chest, drawing small circles on his bare chest.

“Aren’t you ashamed to be together with the nerd when you could have everyone else, one you could just imagine?” Steve asks, deep in his thoughts.

“Stevie, I’m not ashamed to call you my boyfriend. I love you, and I’m proud of you. And why should I want someone else when I hold the person I thought I could just imagine in my arms right now?” James asks with a smirk, sliding his thumb over Steve’s cheek to wipe the upcoming tears away.

“I love you too, and I'm proud of you too. If you want to, we could make it official for everyone,” Steve says, looking at his boyfriend with a smile.

James chuckles, leaning closer to capture the blond-haired boy's lips with his to kiss him softly. They have already shared a lot of kisses, but this one was a promise, underlining everything James told him just a moment ago. A promise that he never even dares to feel ashamed for the beautiful boy he loves so much.

Steve has watched all five games this year before, but he wasn’t ready to show everyone that he belongs to James. He is just a nerd, and he was scared of how people would react when they found out that the famous James was with him. But now he was ready to show everything — that they are in love and happy together — and he secretly wanted everyone to know that James belongs to him like he belongs to James.

Before the game is about to start, Steve makes his way to the first row, wearing his jersey with James's number and name on his back. When he sits down, he looks around, seeing the boys and girls already shouting James's name, and Steve smirks softly.

When they finally walk out of the locker rooms and get on the ice, the boys stand all in a row, waiting for the other team to join them on the ice to start the hockey game. James looks around, smiling widely when he sees his boyfriend, and waves. The girls around Steve squirm, waving back, causing the blond-haired boy to laugh quietly because he knows who James meant when he waved.

The other team joins on the ice, and everyone goes to their position before the game starts. James gives his best, showing his best side on ice while he shouts in a nice way at his team members to get them into their position and plan the next move they are making. Steve’s eyes are always on his boyfriend, and when they get a point, James jumps while he turns around. Everyone cheers, including Steve, who shows James a thumbs up.

After the break and another successful time on ice, James team wins.

“Good game!” James says, giving every team member a short hug.

They are all cheering and shouting, while Steve makes his way to his boyfriend. The captain of the team is already sliding smoothly through the edge to open the door for Steve. Some of the girls try to reach for James, but he just excuses himself and waits for Steve to hold his hand and lift him up.

“Y— Buck! I’m heavy,” Steve shrieks.

“You’re not heavy, babe,” James chuckles, and he waits until Steve wraps his legs around his waist.

The brown-haired boy's hands are placed under his boyfriend’s thighs while he glides with him over the ice.

“10 DOLLARS!” Sam shouts and slides backwards on the ice while he lifts his hands and cheers loudly.

Steve chuckles, placing his forehead against James, and smirks at him.

“Can I kiss you?” The blond-haired man asks, causing James to laugh softly.

“You don’t have to ask me; just kiss me already,” he mumbles.

And Steve does, pressing his soft, plumb lips against James and sighing softly. His fingers run through the sweaty brown hair, pulling his boyfriend even closer.

Even though most people are surprised and some of them are shocked, James Barnes, captain of the hockey team, is gay, along with Steve Rogers.

“Get a room, boys,” Tony says, shoving James with Steve on his arm in the direction of the locker rooms.

Steve breaks the kiss, his forehead still leaning against James, while both boys look deep into the other one's eyes, smiling widely.

“Now everyone knows you’re mine. And no one minds that they were in love; even when they would, they — no one — can change what I feel — my love — for you, babe. I love you, Stevie,” James says, kissing Steve once again.

“I already wear your name on my back. I love you too, Buck.”

“And you look beautiful in my jersey. Love to see that it’s visible that you’re mine and only mine,” he chuckles, and he makes his way with Steve still on his arm to the locker rooms to take a shower and dress himself before the party starts.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @kandis-mom @sergeantbarnessdoll @identity2212 @km-ffluv @lunaalovesyouu @blackhawkfanatic @armystay89 @suz7days @felicitylemon @futurequeen2018-blog @flstrawberry @sebastianstanisahotmf @etherealdisneyvillainness

[softspace-fics]

Lost pt.3

⚠️ THIS IS NOT A AGE-RE POST. THIS IS A DARK POST. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, DONT READ IF WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU⚠️

Masterlist - All my work!

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of violence blood, sewing skin, passing out, being lost with no contact, mature language (cussing), Steve and bucky being worried over reader, reader is mentioned to be a victim of hydra, Reader does not know or remember bucky or Steve in this part! This is mainly backstory to explain reader!! please let me know if I missed any!!

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As the next missions continue to come, the murder, the crime, the fraying of your brain, the pain, the burning, the destroying of the sweet person you used to be continued on as well. They forced you to only remember the metal armed man as a traitor and a nuisance to your work. You continued your pattern of jobs for a few more weeks until the day came, where your mission got compromised, the day you were supposedly “saved” from the terror and the experiments.

You slide down the side of the building, bracing yourself for impact while repeatedly hitting your abort button, the button that was supposed to get you safely back into your handler's possession, apparently, they lied.

The moment you pressed that button you were on your own, you were no longer their responsibility. They didn’t care if you died or lived.

Why weren’t they coming?

After everything you had done for them,

They. Weren’t. Coming.

You flew off of sight from your eventually to be boyfriends, and you start to shake as you somehow escape downtown, trying to keep off the radar.

To help you try and keep away from those chasing you down, you sneak in and out of a thrift shop, raiding the clothes that you could find to be able to hide yourself.

You carefully break into a apartment that used to be a place for soldiers under hydra to stake-out, but had turned into a ghost town after they changed locations. Sitting in the bathroom after finding old sewing supplies, you slowly piece your flesh back together after being grazed and hit with a few shots.

When you would get harmed after missions, you never received medical attention unless it was to fix something massive like the time 3 of your fingers went missing. Other than that they threw sewing supplies at you and you had to figure it out.

After 4 hours of doing your best to sew yourself up, you clammer to the corner of the bedroom and under the side table. You position yourself where you cant be seen but you can easily hear if someone enters the apartment. If someone as much as makes a move 4 streets over you’ll know.

You were pumped with similar serum as to your metal armed traitor of a partner. Your senses were so heightened that sleeping was the worst thing to have to do but even after all those training sessions and all of those experiments, you were still somewhat human.

You spend a few hours getting a minimal amount of sleep before you end up waking up and climbing out from under the table. You’re so used to being in a cage that you feel almost concerned being able to now walk freely among other people. How were you not being locked up and trapped again?

Why was life doing everything in its power to trap you in a place between hell and eternal living of the damned? You mindfully check every window, closing the blinds and making sure its completely sealed shut before you move on to the doors, vents, and anywhere else someone could hear you or try and make a move on you.

You search for food in the kitchen, but to no avail. When the place was left behind after hydra expanded, they totally ransacked the place. That means you’d have to go out for food.

As you leave to go and try and find food, you try to mimic everything around you, how people walk, the way their arms move, how they look at others, you were analyzing everything to try and fit in to survive. You just needed food and then you could go stake out back at the apartment.

When you get to a fresh food market, you walk in and steal whatever you could afford to slide by people before quietly sneaking out the back and getting back to your apartment the same way you originally went.

You do your best to live this way for weeks. you never go out, you never are seen anywhere that wast necessary. When you do have to go out whether it be for food or anything important to you, you do it as fast and efficiently as possible. You’re always checking over your shoulder.

As the weeks continue on, your confusion starts to bloom as memories of how you were before being held by your leaders, eventually floods into your mind, one by one ripping a piece of you apart.

The pain of seeing faces of people in your brain that you just can't put a name to, or a place, or anything. Who were they? Why did you feel like you should know them? Why know was it only resurfacing? Were you supposed to know them?

The nightmares begin as you attempt to sleep through countless nights, you remember how every surgery they did felt, the way the serum felt when they would inject numerous variants of it into your blood before shoving you either back into the cryostasis chamber or put back in your cell.

Memories begin to flood your mind at all times of the day, the countless faces you faced before they tried to make you suffer. The many scientists who experimented on you to turn you into the monster that was only just a pet. With the amount of pain and suffering your body went through, you weren’t sure the memories were even yours. The sensors to all of your memories were so frayed and broken that you couldn’t remember them until your body made you borderline live through them again.

There was a time you remembered a family, 2 boys, a mother, and a father. Was that your family? Did you ever have one?

You think about ending it numerous times, you feel pain every time you move, every time you breathe. The scars you stare at for hours, just wondering when did you start to look like you had been touched by the devil himself? You felt nothing but pain and aching pulsing through your veins.

Was this going to drive you to the end?

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Part 4?

[buckets-and-trees]

Buck's Eleven

Title: Buck's Eleven Fandom: MCU Characters/Pairings: Bucky and Steve with mentions of Bucky x ex!wife Reader Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: Going into a job this big, you have to take the house or know the house will hunt you down and swallow you into its belly. Vegas is unforgiving. Good thing they're the best at what they do.

Content/Concept Warnings: Thief/Con Artist AU, smoking, 1960s elements, references to sexual acts

Notes: CONQUERING FOUR EVENTS/CHALLENGES, which is my crowning moment this summer:

@buckybarnesevents WEEK FIVE of Hot Bucky Summer: "When I First Met You..."

Sixth square of @buckybarnesbingo U4: "AU: Historical"Playing Games"

Featuring Lemonade and a Road trip for @the-slumberparty's June Challenge

AND MY FOURTH AND FINAL SQUARE for Connect4 Alternate June-iverse: C4 "Thief/Con Artist" (and including an Alpine sighting so I can collect my TOE BEANS)

This is an MCU homage to Ocean's Eleven drawing direct inspiration from the 1960 and 2001 films. The 2001 has been one of my favorite heist movies since it came out, and I had never seen the 1960s original until this week, but once I started watching it, my jaw dropped with excitement over how ripe it was to adapt for a Bucky (and Steve) AU because in the original, it's 15 years after WWII and the crew is a reassembled group of guys who were in the army together!

I borrowed some dialogue beats directly from the 2001 film, and those are in bold italics.

Story graphic by me, story dividers by @firefly-graphics, reblog graphic by @vase-of-lilies

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

“Good morning.”

“Good morning.” Bucky takes a seat in the chair across from the penitentiary’s release board and settles his hands casually in his lap.

The man in the center taps his cigarette in the ash tray before returning it to his lips. “Please state your name for the record.”

“James Buchanan Barnes.”

“Thank you. Mr. Barnes, you’re meeting with this board today to answer a few questions so we can determine whether or not you intend to break the law again.”

Bucky nods. Contrition. Congeniality. A touch of charisma, but nothing too memorable. That’s what he must serve up.

“This is your first conviction, but you have been implicated in a long list of other cases for confidence schemes and frauds. Is this a fair and accurate record?”

Bucky glances at the doll off to the side at a small table of her own, clicking away impressively at a typewriter.

“I expect your records to be nothing but accurate, though – as you said – I’ve been implicated but never charged.”

“Mr. Barnes, what we’re trying to find out is: was there a reason you committed this crime, or was there simply a reason you got caught this time?”

“My wife left me. I was upset. I fell into a self-destructive pattern.”

Exactly what he knows they would like to hear.

“If released, is it likely you would fall into a similar pattern?”

Bucky cocks his head almost imperceptibly. “She already left me once; I don’t think she’d do it again just for kicks.”

“Fellas, you know I’d do almost anything for ya, but not… not this,” Banner looks between them, rubbing the back of his neck.

Steve smiles warmly, the smile he knows tricks his friends and his marks into whatever he needs. “Why waste all the little tricks that the army taught us just because it’s sort of peaceful now?”

The din of the night club around them – games of cards, dames performing on stage, drinks being served up all around – gives them all the privacy they need to hold a sensitive conversation around the table, just the three of them.

“We’re trained men,” Bucky adds.

“I know. I know you are, and we always did good work.”

“Better with you on the crew, you keep us careful.”

“You remember a little operation called Stacks back on the Sokovian front?” Steve asks.

“Do I! Eleven of us in and out under the cloaking of the trees at night with more Axis piles of cash than was decent for either side to have stockpiled away.”

“We should have buried it,” Bucky says.

“Speaking of money, you’re going to need an enormous amount of backing to pull this off in Vegas. The city’s not a sleepy little town tucked away near the mountains and off the grid of the main occupation, it’s got a million neon lights glowing on it every night.”

“Fury, easy.”

“None of us are gonna be as easy as you think. You’ll need the best electrician around, and Tony’s out.”

“Got religion?” Bucky asks.

“Naw, he and Pepper have got a kid now.”

Bucky looks to Steve, but he seems unconcerned. “Morgan – she’s cute.” Steve looks back to Banner. “I think he’ll do it.”

Banner shakes his head, but grins. “Pepper’s already unhappy he’s back in the game on the fluffy jobs, but if you think you can convince him… You get Fury and you get Tony, I’ll play ball with you.”

“You can’t do it. It’s impossible. I made it impossible. I invented casino security. When I first met you boys, you were bright young cocky upstarts. Now you’re bright and cocky – and just lucky that most of the time you’re not too cocky. Now I like you boys, but it can’t be done.”

“You know what? You’re probably right.”

“Eyes were too big for our stomachs.”

“You would know better than anyone.”

“Sure, sure. I just don’t want to see you boys behind bars, especially since you’re fresh out, Barnes.”

“Well, we appreciate the lemonade all the same,” Steve says, setting down his now empty glass.

“It’s hand pressed every morning down at the river market.”

“And thank you for taking care of Alpine while I was away,” Bucky scratches the the head of his white cat, who hasn’t stopped purring since being reunited. He scoops her up to his chest, and he and Steve stand to leave.

“It was good to see you, Nick,” Steve says.

“Give Maria your addresses on the way out, she’s got me a good source on Cuban cigars, I’ll send each of you a box.”

Bucky nods. “That’s sure nice of you.”

They turn and start to walk across the terrace toward the patio doors.

Fury looks after them. He sighs. “Tell me the marks.”

They slowly turn back, appearing to casually answer, but knowing this will bring him in.

“The… Sahara–“

“–Sahara, the Riviera, and the Dunes,” Bucky finishes.

“Hold on.” Fury stands. “Those are Pierce’s places. What do you two got against Pierce?”

“Pierce is the king on top of the mountain right now, nothing more than that.”

“I still owe him for how he got me with Project Insight,” Steve adds, “but I could get him back some other way. The golden opportunity to knock over his casinos on the fight night of the year, Thor vs. Starlord in a few weeks? That’s just destiny giving me the gift to make it sweeter that it’ll be his money.”

“And, Rogers, you’re okay with this knowing full well who the dame rumored to be attached to his son’s arm?”

“Yep,” Steve says without hesitation. “It’s not about her. Pierce is the king on the top of the mountain right now, we just want to topple him over. I still owe him for Project Insight. Besides, Buck’s not stupid enough to make this about a dame who divorced him, and like you said it’s only a rumor that she’s his doll.”

Fury turns his stare to Bucky. He shrugs. “She’s made it pretty clear with the divorce papers.”

He studies him for a moment, then seems satisfied.

“And you’re just going to go on your little road trip across the country recruiting your team?”

“Who doesn’t love a summer road trip?” Bucky asks, a full grin on his face.

“Sam’s already in Sin City, picked out a nice house for us to set up and lay low in Henderson.”

“Henderson’s nice and sleepy. Banner will be there by the end of the week, and we just came from seeing Tony.”

“You should swing through Salt Lake City, look in on the Maximov Twins, they’re pulling off some impressive stuff among the locals there.”

“I’ll put them on the list.”

Steve leans up against the side of the convertible while Bucky starts to pump the gas.

“Sam’s not eager about the kid.”

“I know he’s not,” Bucky smirks. “But he’s our grease man. There’s a reason they’re calling him the Spider Boy Wonder now. Besides, he was a kid before I went in, it’s been four years, he’s not a kid anymore.”

“He’s impressive.”

Steve lets silence fall for a beat.

“Tell me it’s not about her. Tell me you are not stupid enough to make this about her.”

Frankly Bucky is shocked and impressed that it took Steve thirty minutes to press him about you now that he knows.

“It’s not about her, it’s about five million cool a piece.”

Steve looks dubious. “Because when we say ‘till the end of the line…’”

“It’s not about her, she just happens to be there, but I’m not ignoring that fact – we’re just going to use it to our advantage because she’ll be a blind spot for him.”

“Because she was a blind spot for you?”

“No, she was never that.” She was fireworks, electricity, what kept him sharp when he was on his game, before he got caught and sulked behind bars.

Steve sighs and his face softens. “I know. Just promise me we don’t do anything stupid.”

"No, nothing stupid. Too much riding on this. Heist of our lives."

As they pulled out onto the street, car aimed for the interstate, Bucky wouldn't spend the duration of the road trip thinking about you, but you would cross his mind frequently, as you always had.

With the miles ahead of them, the memories of you could distract him in peace. Thoughts of when he first met you. Thoughts of sneaking into rooftop parties and pools at places like Fury’s like you two had done when you were both too broke to get in any other way. Thoughts of his hand disappearing under your skirt and up to tease the delicious heat between your thighs. Thoughts of your head falling back and exposing your throat to him. Thoughts of your head falling forward to rest against his. Thoughts of you gasping beneath him as he thrust inside you. Thoughts of you wrapped up in his arms, leaning against his chest as you watched the sun set on your little balcony of that third-floor apartment in the city. Thoughts of the soft mornings and late nights in the bed you had shared together until you didn’t. Thoughts he fights both to hold onto and forget.

But you were unforgettable. You were his. You had to be his again. He's waited for just the right angle to set you in his sights again, and he knows he can get you as sure as he knows they will walk away with over fifty million and without a trace.

Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[mcntsee]

me when I reach the angst part of the angsty fic that I specifically chose for the angst

[themadknightuniverse]

"You pulled me from the river. Why?" "I don't know." "Yes, you do."

[seths-rogens]

i like to call this ‘popular mlm ships with freakishly similar name dynamics’

this means absolutely nothing i’ve simply been observing this for a hot sec

[moonxnite]

I smile like an idiot when I see my man, who’s not my man, on my television screen.

[bethsvrse]

pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink

[painted-doe]

[buckys-wintersoldier]

Easter Party | Stucky

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 -> Farmer!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> Steve offers his crush — James Buchanan Barnes — to help with the decoration for the Easter party.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1.218

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (G) none, just fluff

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 -> LGBT Bingo | B1 | Farm/Ranch AU | @lgbtqbingo | Alternate June-inverse Bingo | C4006 | C3 | Country | @buckybarnesevents | Stucky Bingo: Round 5 | 5089 | O1 | Slow dancing | @stuckybingo | Types of love Bingo | N3 | Free space | @seasonaldelightsbingo

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

James Buchanan Barnes, a well-known farmer, is always nice, and he has the freshest and best products nearby. He has long brown hair, always tied into a bun, and when he smiles, he could light up a whole town. But he can also brighten Steve’s day when he sees James, especially when he smirks, and the blue in his eyes looks like the most beautiful ocean, shining as bright as the sun, and his lips curl softly up while his nose is scrunched so softly.

Steve is just on his way to the farmer to get some milk and fruits, but also because he loves to see James, he loves to spend time with him, even though the evening is the Easter party. Now he would have some time alone with the handsome farmer.

James isn’t just a farmer for Steve; the broad, tall man is Steve’s secret crush, and since he fell for the brown-haired man, he tries to impress him to get more of his attention. He doesn’t know if James is gay or interested in men, but he hasn’t seen him with a woman either.

When Steve sees James walking over the farm, he smirks. The farmer is wearing a shirt, green pants, and boots like always. His pants are covered with some dirt, but it makes him, in a weird way, even more handsome. Especially when James doesn’t wear a shirt in the summer, when his abs are glistening because of the sweat, and when he runs his fingers through his hair to wipe some strands out of his face.

The blond-haired man fell for him. For the big, broad farmer, he already fell in love a while ago, but he wasn’t sure if he should ask the other man out before he wasn’t sure if he could be interested in men. He didn’t just feel for the smile but also for the rough voice of James, which erupted goosebumps all over Steve’s body.

“Hey, Buck,” Steve greets the farmer by his nickname, waving when he walks closer to the other one.

“Stevie!” Bucky says excitedly, and the nickname makes Steve blush softly.

Steve always has butterflies in his stomach when he is close to James; he feels free from every fear, and he feels comfortable around the other man. Actually, Steve doesn’t feel comfortable around other people, but with Bucky, he could sit in silence for hours, just admiring him or looking into his eyes, and he wouldn’t get bored. He could also listen to the brown-haired man for hours and just enjoy the roughness of his voice, which still sounds so soft when James is talking.

Steve clears his throat, reaching his hand out to pet the white cat on James shoulder. The furball leans into his touch, purring softly when Steve scratches her behind her ear.

“Say ‘Hi’, Alpine,” James says to his cat, and Alpine meows like she could understand James's words. “She’s adorable, isn’t she?”

Steve nods, ‘ just like you,’ he thinks. He smiles when James picks the cat up and places her on Steve’s shoulder. Her little wet nose touches Steve’s cheek, and he chuckles, causing butterflies in James stomach.

James looks at his cat; she is licking Steve’s face, and the man is chuckling. The little tongue is tickling him, but Alpine just likes licking his trimmed beard.

“Milk and apples?” James asks with a grin when he looks back into Steve’s blue eyes.

Steve nods, walking behind Bucky to the barn where the milk and fruits are.

“The Easter party is in the evening, and I really need to get the barn ready with the Easter eggs and the hay,” James says.

Steve smirks; he loves the parties the brown-haired man is hosting. It’s always a nice atmosphere; they are laughing together.

“I could help you. I have the day off and nothing planned, so do you need some helping hands?”

James turns around, smirking and nodding. He would never say no to the blond-haired man when it meant that they could spend some time together. He leads Steve to the other barn, where the party will be hosted.

“Don‘t you need to pick up your date?” James asks.

Steve shakes his head, laughing, when he picks Alpine up from his shoulder and places her in front of him. She meows before he walks to a hay ball and sits on top of it like a princess. Both men laugh, and when Steve turns a bit around, he sees a recorder with some CD’s next to it.

“Do you mind having some music?” He asks, and James shakes his head.

His eyes are focused on Steve while he turns in the recorder and puts a CD into it, starting it and moving his hips slightly to the music. James smirks, then he walks to the tables, which are placed at the edge, and lifts one up to place it where he needs them for the buffet later. Steve picks up some decorations and fixes them on the sides of the barn. They both dance softly to the music while they decorate the barn with balloons, confetti, and garlands.

“So why don’t you have a date?” James asks when he places some snacks on the table.

Steve turns around, facing the other man. He shrugs, unsure what to say without saying that he is in love with James. But the brown-haired man looks like he notices the way Steve is looking at him. The way his blue eyes roam over the farmer's body and the way he is focused on his lips. James walks closer to Steve, reaching his hand out to place it in the other man’s hips, pulling him closer and flat against his broad chest. Steve’s breath hitches when he smells the mint scent of James.

“Do you wanna be my date?”

“Bu— Yes!” Steve says, placing his head on James chest.

His hands find their way to the brown-haired man’s back, while James hands are on Steve’s waist. They dance to the slow music, enjoying the warmth and closeness to one another. It’s what they have imagined so often, but neither of them was sure enough if the other would feel the same.

"I've had a crush on you for a while now,” Steve admits, resting his chin on James chest to look into the ocean blue eyes.

“Me too. Every time you came here, I wanted to ask you to go out with me, but I wasn’t sure if you like me the way I like you.”

James leans closer, breaking the distance between their lips, and kisses the other man softly. Their lips move perfectly together, warm and plumb, soft and full of love for one another. They dance a while longer until they finish the decoration and the other people arrive at the farm.

Both of them share a lot of sweet touches, kisses, and smiles during the party. And when they start with the karaoke while almost all of them are already drunk, James and Steve look for a song and shout it into the microphone. They don’t hit the right tones, but none of them is bothered about it, especially not because the others around them are just shouting the song as loud as Steve and Bucky are.

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I need a part two to lost.

Lost Pt.2

⚠️ THIS IS NOT A AGE-RE POST. THIS IS A DARK POST. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION, DONT READ IF WARNINGS TRIGGER YOU⚠️

A/N - So there's definitely going to be a part three because I wasn't able to fit everything onto one part (screw character counts) but I hope you enjoy ! Part three should be out soon.

Part 1 | Masterlist - All my work!

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️: Mentions of violence blood, sewing skin, passing out, being lost with no contact, mature language (cussing), Steve and bucky being worried over reader, reader is mentioned to be a victim of hydra, Reader does not know or remember bucky or Steve in this part! This is mainly backstory to explain reader!! please let me know if I missed any!!

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Slamming your side onto the railing as you jump onto the top of the workstation, trying to escape the bullets flying at you, you wince. You’ve been at this for years, constantly being sent to fix problems hydra has fucked up on numerous occasions. Your brain is just as controlled as that of your old partner in crime who escaped. Although to you he was just a traitor. You were sent here to complete a deal that went south, your 50th mission since he went missing. Your mechanical brain didn’t know that you missed him, you weren’t programmed to remember that. Soon he’d be removed from your mind as well.

The moment you stepped onto the ground, your brain knew something was wrong, but you were trained to fight whatever you stepped into, life or death to continue to protect those you served.

However, even after decades of training, you were only so ready to be shot at from every angle when you step in the door. You quickly shot back and ducked behind some boxes before running behind and further into the warehouse.

You snuck up behind some guards, grabbing your knife and killing them quickly before continuing on. Deal or no deal you had to get the item you were sent here for, or you’d be in deep shit.

Finally landing on the workstation, you dodge the continuous bullets that seemed to be being sprayed everywhere. Seems as if they lost track of you, bad luck for them. You swoop into the top back room, killing four guards and some other type of soldier along the way.

Never making a sound, and never giving them a chance to hurt you.

You quickly break open the case and stuff the items inside into your secret pouch, before you break a window, jumping out of it. Midair you force your body to turn before shooting your grappling hook into the air and it clips onto the side of the building.

Your grappling gun slowly pulls you to the roof where you call for your return helicopter. You wait behind boxes as those who tried to kill you search the premises for your existence. As you wait you break the door's latch to the roof and stake out, keeping watch.

Once the helicopter arrives, you quickly grab onto the rope they send down to you, climbing it. To anyone else you’d make it seem as if climbing rope was the easiest thing. Once on the helicopter, you hand back your mask to your holder, and they put restraints on you.

Soon after, everything goes black until you arrive back at your station where you're thrown back in the cell you've called home for almost a century, they hold you in it until you're useful to them again. You don’t even flinch anymore. The constant screaming of the new found soldiers in training almost make your ear bleed, your brain didn't understand why they were so keen on wanting out.

You knew no better.

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part 3

[morgangalaxy43]

The Avengers 2012 era was the best time ever in the fandom

Thor loves pop tarts, Clint lived in the vents, Bruce and Tony did science together, Steve was the mom friend of the team and did art in his free time, Natasha was cool aunt of the team, Loki was there too and a bunch of other characters like Peter, Sam, Bucky, Vision and Wanda all lived in the Avengers tower together

It was a much simpler time where everyone in the fandom was chill and having fun together

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AO3 Top Relationships Bracket- Round 2 Side 1

This poll is a celebration of fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

[wingedcorgi]

mfw i decide to remake a comic from 8 years ago

[actually-mentally-ill]

finding out making up whole detailed scenarios with fictional characters in your head is a “sign of mental illness”