#not stucky

[ramp-it-up]

(Not Stucky)

Living together in NYC as recipients of the prestigious Stark Fellowship was fun times for you and Bucky (football quarterback), and Steve (captain of the lacrosse team). Work and play was a fever dream for your beautiful and talented group. When the harmless flirting between you and your besties goes further, you find that you have feelings for one, maybe both of your roommates.

What’s a girl to do?

Sugar

Steve and Bucky. You’re caught in the middle but these two friends don’t share, they compete. Who will win? And will it be you?

A game of Truth or Dare is the tipping point.

Sugar, Sugar

You made your choice. But now he’s going 5000 miles away. And you were not consulted. Your other roomie is right there and it’s his birthday.

The competition isn’t over.

Sugar Cubed- Near Future

[samthemarvelfan]

Almost: One Shot

Summary: You’ve put others first your whole life, and so had Bucky Barnes. It’s about time you realize you deserve your happy ending.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, Steve Rogers x reader (not stucky)

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Angst, self-sabotage, alcohol, sad bucky, fluff, SMUT 18+ ONLY

A/N: Concussions suck. I am finally feeling like myself again! Here’s a tasty one shot, im so sorry its so long lol I missed you guys! Feedback is so so appreciated! <3 

Do the right thing.

Those four little words have had a hold your entire life.

Make smart choices. Be practical—but selfless. Be kind, do what’s best for others and put other people first.

Do the right thing.

You shook your head, desperate to rattle the intrusive thoughts out of it. Then you raise your empty shot glass, a signal to the bartender that your efforts proved futile.

In truth, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself. Being an inconvenience was your biggest fear, right up there with disappointing people.

You’ve been with Steve Rogers for 5 years. Too scared to end things, too worried about starting over. You love him—everyone loves him.

But are you in love with him? No, not anymore.

Maybe you never were.

You’d met when you were so young, spending most of your twenties together. Steve Rogers is good man, a truly kind soul that would do anything to make you happy. So he proposed, and after what felt like hours, you said yes.

Because it was the right thing to do.

Because if you said no, you’d be the problem. You’d be the one who wasted five years of this man’s life, not to mention your own. You’d be the one who’d have to explain to all of your family and friends that it took him proposing to realizing you didn’t want to be with him anymore.

You’d be the villain.

So here you were, the night before your wedding, drinking as much as you could handle and accepting that tomorrow morning your life would be over.

Okay, maybe that’s a bit dramatic.

It’ll be a good life. Comfortable, secure, and you’d never have to worry about feeling inadequate. Steve would buy a house in the suburbs; picket fence and big back yard. He’d want two kids—boy and a girl. The perfect little life and family.

It doesn’t sound bad. In fact, it’s the life most people dream of, a life you could see yourself in.

Just not with Steve.

Downing another shot of tequila, you try to quell the fire of guilt roaring in you stomach. You shouldn’t be thinking like this. Steve’s always been good to you; he loves you. He’s always said that, and never made you feel the opposite.

The music in the bar was blaring, friends and family chatted around you, yet you felt like you could hear a pin drop. Looking at all of the smiling faces surrounding you, it was easy to see how everyone assumed you were the picture of excitement and anticipation.

You’d caught Steve’s eye from across the room. He was stood in a circle with some friends, along with Sam and Sharon. He smiled, mouthing a quick ‘love you’. You couldn’t help but smile back, blowing him a small kiss.

But you dare not say those three words to him, not when you’re feeling like this.

Not when you wanna get up and run as fast and as far away as you can. Not when you’d rather be on the damn moon instead of sitting in this bar. Not when you were wishing to be anyone but the future Mrs. Steve Rogers.

“There she is,” you heard from behind you. A voice you’d recognize in a crowd twice as large as this one. “Hey, Y/N.” Bucky’s bright eyes found yours.

“Buck,” you said contently, feeling a weight lift off of you. “You made it.”

His huge arms enveloped you in a tight embrace, rubbing palms of heat up and down your back. “‘Course I made it.” He said softly.

Bucky is Steve’s best friend, and best man. The two of them had been friends since they were kids, closer than brothers and each others right-hand-man.

Bucky had become an essential pillar in your life. He was your comfort, a constant. Someone you always felt safe with. So when he said there was a chance he wouldn’t be coming to the rehearsal dinner, you were devastated. Bucky didn’t give a reason, only said, “Gonna be hard for me to be there, but I’ll try.”

But he’s here. He’s always here.

When he pulled away, your eyes lingered on his face. His gaze telling you he wasn’t all there—that his mind was somewhere far away.

You reached out, touching his cheek tenderly. “You okay?”

He nearly leans into your touch, but pulls back. “Tonight ain’t about me, Sugar. C’mon, let’s get us a drink, hm?”

Oof. You thought, feeling your stomach flip.

The two of you were inseparable. A connection that felt like you were meant to meet each other—meant to be a part of each other’s lives. You’d had started to feel incomplete when Bucky Barnes wasn’t around; which since you’d gotten engaged was becoming more and more frequent.

Funnily enough, Bucky was the reason you’d met Steve. Back when you were fresh out of college and searching for your place in the world.

The two of you ran into each other at a coffee shop.

Literally.

The clock was ticking louder and louder with each passing second it was taking for your name to be called. Dozens of colorful drinks on the counter, all wild varieties of sugar and cream. You, however, we’re just waiting on your large black cold brew.

The very nervous 16 year old had been so flustered at the register, she’d forgotten to label quite a few cups, several similar orders getting lost in the shuffle. No matter though, yours would surely stand out had you’d been one of the forgotten.

“Uhhh,” the shakey teen said to the caffeine-addicted mob in front of her, “Large black cold brew?”

Finally. You thought, marching to the counter with blind confidence, only to be stopped by a mountain of a man’s shoulder knocking you sideways.

“Shit! I’m sorry.” He said, scrambling to help you up.

He lifted you with ease, bending down once more to hand you your bag. “Well, that woke me up.” You said with a laugh.

“I can’t believe I did that. Christ, I’m so sorry. I heard my order and had to escape the sea of angry soccer moms.”

You chuckled at his joke, and he smiled a million dollar grin. Grateful that you weren’t one of the I Wanna Speak To The Manager types.

A smirk landed on your lips. “I did the same thing.”

He eyed the cup on the counter cheekily. “Guess we’ll never know who this one was meant for, will we?”

Just as you were about to respond, the barista called out your name, sliding the beverage onto the countertop. Your new friend grabbed it, handing it to you as you shared a smile.

At the exit, he held the door, allowing you to go through first.

“Well, one good thing came from all that.” He said, sipping his cup.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, “What’s that?”

“Now I know your name,” he extended his hand. “I’m Bucky, by the way.”

One drink with Bucky turned into two, which turned into 5. Suddenly you’re swaying on your barstool, trying to keep you composure. After all, this is technically your party.

Bucky stuck with you the whole night, waving hello to Steve from your side. Your fiancé was being a perfectly gracious host, and you’d hoped it was enough to pacify people.

“I think I’m tapping out, Buck. Jeez, I don’t how you can drink this much.”

Bucky’s laugh was like a warm blanket. Comforting. Familiar. Safe.

“Water?” He asked, watching you to make sure you were alright.

You nod, and attempt to jump off the stool, but stumble and land flat on your ass.

Laughter bubbles from your lips, earning the stares of nearly all of Bucky, your guests, and your fiancé.

“Shit, Sweets. Are you hurt?” Bucky is by you in an instant.

“Yeah, I’m just—“

“What happened, Y/N? You alright, Sweetheart?” Steve asks, bending by your side.

You bite your tongue, and keep the bitter version of yourself at bay a little while longer.

“I’m okay, just lost my balance. I’m getting tired though, Steve.”

The wonderful man before you sighed, and turned back quickly to spare your guest a quick glance.

“Do you want me to send everyone home?” He asked.

You shook your head, “No, no, I’m just…I should probably get some rest. Big day tomorrow, ya know.” You manage a sparse smile.

Your soon-to-be husband helps you up, and Bucky steadies you.

“You shouldn’t go to the hotel alone, not while you’re…like this.” Steve says with a slight tinge of disappointment that makes your heart sink. He glanced around again, small smiles to anyone looking.

He’s embarrassed. You think. He’s embarrassed of me.

You nod. “Yeah, yeah you’re right. Buck, would you mind?”

“What?”

“Me?”

The two men speak in unison.

“Steve, we can’t both leave. Someone has to stay and entertain people. Buck is more than capable of taking his drunk friend back to her hotel room.”

Steve looks to Bucky, apprehension on his face. “You sure you don’t mind, Buck?” He asks.

Bucky hesitates as well, but agrees. “Yeah, that makes sense I guess. C’mon Y/N/N.”

The reprieve away from your betrothed was much more welcomed than it should be. Bucky held your arm on the walk back to the hotel, his hand spreading across your lower back when he needed you to turn in the right direction.

“This reminds me of that weekend we spent in New Orleans.” You muttered.

Bucky smiled, “Now that was fun. Sam was so hungover the next day, he could barely open his eyes all the way.”

You chuckled, “Remember the parade?”

“I remember you and Wanda taking bets about who could get more beads.”

You felt your face burning, so you buried it in Bucky’s shoulder as boom of laughter shook his chest.

“And didn’t you win that bet?” He smirked.

You nodded.

“And how exactly does one earn their beads during Mardi Gras?”

You attempted to look straight ahead. “I, uh, I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mr. Barnes.”

“Oh, I think you do, Miss L/N.”

The two of you laughed together as you hid your face in your palms. You loved that trip, and as you walked down the street, holding on for dear life to the man beside you, it dawned on you as to why.

Steve wasn’t there.

“Guess that’s the last time I’ll be calling you that, huh.” He said, shifting his gaze to the pavement beneath your feet.

“Yeah,” you say somberly. “I guess so.”

The rest of the walk was silent, and before you knew it, you were at the door to your room, fumbling with your key.

Bucky sighed, and put his hand on yours, slipping it into the slot. “There ya go, butterfingers.”

You kicked off your heels, and flopped onto the large bed. “Why do I do this to myself?” You ask aloud.

“‘Cause misery loves company.” He says casually, walking back from the mini bar with a bottle of water. He holds it out to you, nodding at it.

You sip it, relishing the taste of something other than alcohol. “I’m not miserable.” You gripe.

Bucky threw his jacket onto the chair behind you, “Honey, I know you. You’re miserable, I just can’t figure out why.”

The loud laugh that leaves your mouth startles him, but you don’t respond. You stand and attempt to unzip your dress.

After what feels like an eternity, warm hands on your shoulders. “Just…let me.” He said softly.

You freeze, skin prickling under his touch as the zipper glides down your back with ease.

“Thanks, Buck.”

You watch the Adam’s apple buoying in his throat. “No problem.”

It’s a tension you haven’t felt around anyone in a long time. The kind that crawls across your skin, heating up your body from the inside. It’s too much.

This is all too much.

“I’m just…I’m gonna go change.” You say quickly, backing away from him.

He nods, “Yeah. Okay, yeah. Should I…” Bucky fades, gesturing to the door.

“No!” You shout. “No, I don’t want to be alone.”

I don’t want you to go.

“Then I’ll stay.” He whispers.

You’re in the bathroom when the memories hit you. Bucky, Steve, and an introduction of circumstance and bad timing.

The traffic in the city today was a nightmare. So much so that you’d gotten out of your cab, and walked the last 3 blocks to the restaurant.

Bucky had invited you out for dinner and drinks with a couple of his friends. He said he’d been wanting them to meet you for a while and that this place had the absolute best chili-cheese fries.

That sold you.

Half-sprinting through the door, you asked the hostess if she’d seated anyone from the Barnes party yet, and she brought you to the large table.

It was one that could easily hold 8 or more, but only had one other person sat. He was a mountain of a man, similar build to Bucky, but with blondish hair and a beard.

“Y/N?” He asked, standing as you approached.

You smiled warmly, “That’s me.”

This guy had the bluest eyes you’d ever seen. He extended a hand, “Hey, I’m Steve.”

“Nice to meet you,” you shook his hand, feeling yours get lost in his massive grip. “Bucky’s told me so much about you, probably more than he should have.” You joke.

“Oh…well I promise, only 50% of it is true.” He jokes, pulling your chair out without even asking.

It was just the two of you for almost 30 minutes after that, Sam and Bucky both getting caught in the traffic, and Natasha and Sharon stuck at work longer than expected.

Steve had talked with you all evening. Bucky hadn’t said much at all, aside from a hello and a hug, he’d been sequestered to the opposite end of the table.

Poor timing on his part.

You’d been hoping to spend at least some time with Bucky. Test the waters and see if this little crush you had on him was worth pursuing, but it was evident now that he was just glad to be here with his friends, and he considered you one of them for sure.

So you locked that little notion up in the Pandora’s box in the back of your mind, and decided that having a friend like Bucky Barnes, and now all of these people, was worth more than anything.

As thing wrapped up and people said their goodbyes, it was you, Steve and Bucky left. Bucky smiled at you, quickly moving to sit by you.

“Finally, thought those guys were gonna keep you to themselves the whole night.” He grinned.

“Don’t blame the lady, Pal. Y/N wasn’t the one late to a dinner she planned, was she?”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. You’ve never been stuck in traffic with Sam, he’s a nightmare.” Bucky’s phone trilled from inside his jacket pocket. He let out a groan as he looked at the screen, “Work…gimme 5 minutes, gotta deal with this.”

A comfortable silence fell as Bucky excused himself. Steve smiled at you, “Deja vu, huh?” He joked.

“I’m getting the feeling he’s doing it on purpose now.”

Steve grabbed your coat from the back of your chair, holding it open for you to slip into. “I can think of worse company.”

Bucky never did come back after that phone call. He sent you a text, apologizing much more than he needed too, and promised to make it up to you the following Friday for pizza and a movie at his place.

But Steve had asked to see you again.

Friday.

So you went out with Steve, simply because he’d asked first.

That was the start of it all, and now here you both were. Only it wasn’t you and Steve…

It was you and Bucky.

You clicked the light off as you exited the bathroom, letting out a large breath you’d been holding for way too long.

A slightly oversized tee and black lace underwear, pajamas you’d never thought twice about.

Until now.

“You alright, Sweets?” Bucky said, standing from the bed as you approached.

You nod, “Yeah, just…exhausted.”

Cerulean eyes scanned your face, searching for the source of your discomfort. He knows you after all. Better than anyone.

At some point though, he stopped searching and started memorizing. Small details being committed to memory with each passing second.

Bucky’s thumb came to your cheek, stroking it gently. “You need some sleep.”

Your hand goes to his, finding it like a magnet finds a coin. “I need you.”

The smile on his lips is a pained one, one that’s hurting him more than he wants you to see. Bucky’s lips press gently against your forehead, then he’s backing away from you, moving to pull down your bed spread.

His silence was deafening.

“Buck?” You called to him.

Nothing.

You reach forward, gripping his arm. “James, look at me.”

He doesn’t want too.

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye to me?” You practically whisper.

Bucky turns slightly, “I can’t uh, I’m not…I won’t be there tomorrow.” It’s a whisper. One full of shame and regret.

You’re puzzled for a moment, then scoff. “That’s not funny, James.”

He shakes his head, “I wouldn’t joke about this, Sugar.”

The realization that he means every word hits you like a truck. “W-what? Why? I-I need you! Steve needs you! You’re his best man!” You shout, and he lets you.

Bucky is quiet for a moment, saying the only thing that comes to mind. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

It’s genuine as it leaves his mouth, making you realize he doesn’t really have a choice.

You’re just not sure why.

“That’s all I get? ‘I’m sorry?’ You’re gonna walk out on me and give me zero explanation as to why you’re missing my wedding?”

He nods.

“Why did you wait until now to tell me this?” Your lip quivers, making your words tremble.

Bucky runs a hand over the scruff on his jaw. “I tried to do it, Y/N. I did. For Steve, for you…but I can’t take it anymore, Honey. I can’t. So, before I go and do something I know I’ll regret, I’m gonna take myself out of the equation.”

His speech perplexes you. “I’m not following, Buck.”

Bucky groaned as he stomped off to the minibar once more. In seconds, he opened the bottle of whiskey situated on the top shelf, and poured himself a double.

Bucky downed most of the drink, barely wincing at the sting. “It was almost me.” He muttered.

You sigh, “What does that mean?”

He scoffs, “The wedding. This,” he gestured between the two of you, “Us. It was almost you and me. Then fucking Steve shows up somewhere on time for the first time in his God damn life and,” Bucky swallowed the remainder of the glass. “Now here we are.”

You reached forward, taking the glass from him and slammed it to the counter. “Us.” You whispered.

He nodded.

“Bucky, you…you can’t say this. Not now, not when I’m trying to…do the right thing.” Tears prick your eyes, and you wipe them quickly away.

“I know, Sweets. I know. That’s why I can’t be there tomorrow. I can’t watch the girl I’ve been in love with for almost a decade marry someone else. I’m not gonna stand up there and pretend to be happy about it. I can’t.”

It takes you a moment. A moment to realize you’ve no reason to pretend anymore. No reason to keep the words locked up or deny the feeling you’ve had in your gut since you said yes.

“I don’t want this.” You mumbled.

Bucky nods. “I know. I’m so sorry—“

“No.” You stop him. “I don’t want this. Steve. I don’t want Steve.”

Bucky’s face is a combination of elation and confusion. “What?” He begs.

You shake your head. “I don’t want to marry him.”

The weight falling from your chest with every word was magical. All of these feelings you’ve been denying for years—the gut instinct that you didn’t belong with Steve. The what-ifs, and the imagining how life could be if you did something selfish for a change. It was real, it was all real.

You couldn’t want Steve Rogers because you still wanted Bucky Barnes.

Bucky took a step forward, embracing you with one arm and holding your cheek with the other. “I love you. I’ve loved you since you tried to steal my coffee in that coffee shop.” He laughed, and you smiled. “But Baby, I’m not gonna stand in the way of you getting the life you deserve.”

“We…we deserve more. Steve deserves someone who can actually love him the way he should be loved. You and I deserve a chance, Buck. Our almost isn’t okay. Not anymore.” You hugged him. Squeezing him like you were afraid he’d float away if you let go.

“You were right there.” You whisper. “You were always there and I never even noticed.”

Bucky pulled away to look at your face. “I’ll be here as long as you let me.”

The way the energy in the room shifted was palpable, like the two of you had ceased to acknowledge the rest of the world. In this moment, it was you and Bucky. Nothing—no one else mattered.

His face inched closer to yours. “Tell me to stop.” He whispered. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

But you didn’t.

You pushed up on your tiptoes and kissed him.

Every nerve in your body was on fire. It was like Bucky was the missing piece. Like you’d been trying to fit Steve in where you thought he belonged, just because you hadn’t even considered another life.

You hadn’t considered doing something for you, and not to please other people.

Bucky’s mouth molded to yours. Long, languid kisses, bright pink lips, and the taste of bourbon. You wanted more—you needed more.

“Bucky.” You moaned as his lips moved down your jaw. He’s following the map your sounds are making for him, and it’s was getting harder and harder to hold back.

Your trembling hands find his belt buckle, and you fumble to undo it.

Bucky chuckles, smiling against your lips. “Butterfingers.”

You rolled your eyes, “Ha-ha.”

This was what you were craving. A relationship full of silliness and laughter and passion and love.

Love.

That’s what the feeling wrapping around your soul was. You love Bucky Barnes.

Your back was on the bed now. Shirt throw somewhere in the darkness of your suite, Bucky’s somewhere as well.

He treated your body like an art gallery. Committing parts of you to memory that he wasn’t sure he’d ever see.

“You’re so perfect, Sweets. God, you’re beautiful.” He moaned. “And I’m a fucking idiot for wasting all this time.”

“Shh,” you beg. “It’s you and me now, it’s just you and me.”

Bucky kissed a trail down your your stomach, pausing at the top of your clothes heat. His eyes locked with yours as he pulled the thin fabric down, and dove into your tongue first.

“Oh my—fuck!” You cried, gripping the sheets.

Bucky gripped your thighs, huge hands holding you down so he could feast on your cunt.

But you needed more.

With trembling hands, you pull his face up to yours. “Inside. Want you inside me.” You kiss him, you taste yourself on his tongue.

Bucky lowered his boxers. His long, thick cock pressing against your cunt. “You’re sure, Y/N?”

More. Than. Anything.

You nod, “Yes.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

Bucky filled you slowly. Breathy moans washing over your face as he stretched your pussy, seemingly fitting like he was made for you.

“God dammit, Baby.” He moaned.

He started slow. Languid thrusts coaxing sounds of rapture and anticipation from deep within you. Bucky soon lost himself in your body, pounding himself into your core with skill and purpose.

“James, fuck!” You whined. Bucky’s hips giving your clit the friction it needed. “Shit I’m gonna come.”

You closed your eyes and held onto his form. Arms snaking around his neck, pulling him close.

Bucky simply urged you on. “Let go, Sweets.”

Your body shook as you rode out your high. Spotty vision and shallow breaths. Overwhelming emotion.

Love.

This was love.

“I love you.” You whisper. “James, I love you.”

Bucky smiled, brushing the damp hair off of your forehead. He kissed you deeply, thrusting into you slowly.

His pace was intentional. Sending a message each time he drove his cock into you. His calloused finger tips gripped your hips, holding you gently before stroking your thigh softly, prickling your skin.

Bucky was showing you.

He loved you too.

It was easy to forget the real world when you were nestled against Bucky’s bare chest. Sunlight from the city outside your window streaming in, casting a kaleidoscope of rays along the walls.

You were at peace. Content. Happy.

Your fingers trailed patters across his skin. He stirred slightly, looking down at you with one weary eye just barely open enough.

“Oh good.” He rasped.

The timber of Bucky’s voice made your stomach do backflips.

“What?” You questioned.

He smiled, closing his eyes once more. “I was sure last night was a dream,” he pulled you closer. “I’m glad it wasn’t.” He said softly.

A moment of peace washed over you, before being replaced by panic.

“What the hell are we gonna do?” You asked to the void above.

Bucky sighed, “Be honest? We owe him that. Doesn’t really matter what we do, he’s gonna kick the shit outta me either way.”

You’d left Bucky to find Steve, to handle all of this before the ceremony tonight.

As you stood in front of his hotel room door, you felt your body shaking. Nervous jitters ran up and down your spine. Your knocks were so hesitant, you didn’t even know if he’d heard them. Not until he swung the door open.

“Thank God.” He breathed, pulling you to his chest. “I didn’t hear from you at all last night, and I couldn’t find Bucky. All he told me was that you were safe and in your room.”

You hugged him, for what felt like it was going to be the last time. “I’m okay. I promise, I didn’t mean to worry you. I just…I needed to think.”

“I’m always worried about you, you know that, Sweetheart.” Steve smiled, touching your nose.

You felt your lip quiver at the gesture. Just because you knew what you wanted doesn’t make this easy. Hurting the kind man in front of you was going to break your heart.

“Steve…I, I don’t even know how to say this.” You mumble.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? You’re not getting cold feet on me, are you?” He joked.

But when your tear-filled eyes met his, he knew.

Steve’s face fell. “Oh…”

That one syllable changed everything.

The two of you talked for a while. Apologies and tears were exchanged on both sides. All of it had come down to one simple thing; that you were two people with a lot of love for one another, but who weren’t in love with one another.

Steve had confessed he’d been doing what he thought was right, too. That he had felt it was what you deserved for putting up with him for 5 years.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve posed.

You nodded, “‘Course you can.”

A sad smile graced his lips, “It’s…it’s Bucky, right?”

Your breathing hitched, but you nodded.

“You wanna know something? Buck told me he was planning on asking you out, but that I beat him to it. Said that you were the perfect girl, and that I’d be crazy to let you go.”

You sniffled, but laughed.

“I loved us. A lot,” Steve said. “But I wish—for once, we stopped thinking about what everyone else wanted. We deserve our happy ending too, ya know?”

You leaned forward, and kissed Steve’s cheek. “You deserve the world, Steve. I mean that.” He took your hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Just one request?”

He nodded, “Anything.”

“Please don’t be mad at Bucky. You’re too important to him—to both of us. He was ready to get out of our lives if it meant we’d be happy.”

Steve crossed his arms, “Am I thrilled he’s had feeling for you all this time and kept it to himself? Especially considering all he’s had to watch and…hear us do over the years? No.”

Your face began to burn from the memories of the Lake George trip, where Bucky had the unfortunate luck of getting the room next to you and Steve.

“But you’re both important to me too.”

You hugged him once more.

“Now what the fuck are we gonna tell everyone else?” You asked.

SIX MONTHS LATER:

“Left! Oh my—left, James!” You laughed.

Bucky was ‘helping’ you hang the pictures on the wall, but refused to use a level.

“Doll, I think your crazy. This thing is per—“

As he let go of the frame, it fell straight down the wall.

You arched an eyebrow at him. “You were saying?”

Bucky ignored the frame, and walked to you instead. His warm hands found your hips as he looked down on you, kissing your nose softly.

“I was saying that we should just go get a pizza? Maybe take a walk in the park? Who knows,” he kissed you again, lifting you so you could hook your legs around his waist. “Maybe swing by a hardware store?”

You nod, “What a good idea. Can’t believe I didn’t think of it myself.”

“Oof, don’t tease me, Sweets. You know what that does to me.” He smirked.

“How could I forget?”

You touch your lips softly to his. A slow, meaningful kiss, in the middle of your new apartment.

Bucky walked to your kitchen, and placed you down on the counter. He was stood between your legs, holding your waist as his forehead rested on yours.

“I love you, ya know.” He said softly.

You kissed his nose now, “I love you more.”

[lavenderbuckyy]

moodboard tag game! create a moodboard using 6 pictures that describe your aesthetic :)

i tag @sanguineterrain @heckalecki @moodymelanist @plincess-cho @cloudinterlude! :) 💌

as well anybody else who wants to do it!

[gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes]

This is Parker City. He’s a horse. (My horse)

He’s also the title of a Spideypool fic:

Parker City

(Yes, the two worlds are combining, and yes, I’ve branched out. Growth is good.)

[m-calculus]

Ok so I’ve been watching TF&TWS, and just picked up on the Tiger photos line. It may or may not have been intended to imply that Bucky is bisexual (and was seeing the profiles for guys), but whether intentional or not it makes a lot of sense to me.

Bucky was the one arranging double dates, maybe the person he really wanted to be with was Steve. Bucky really meant ‘till the end of the line, and sure Steve saved Bucky multiple times and became a fugitive in the process, but he still abandoned Bucky in the future for Peggy. Bucky was an absolute mess by comparison at the start of TF&TWS after losing Steve.

What if Bucky was interested in Steve as more than best friends, but Steve was only into women….?

[daytonsferrari]

Significant opposites (Frank x Ransom Drysdale)

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For @chaotictarlos​

[lungthief]

listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.

like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been

[peppermintquartz]

I want them comfortably married and happy and bickering over their morning beverages and also I want them to fuck nasty on the living room floor because they can't wait another second

[ao3topshipsbracket]

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.

[thief-of-eggs]

nothing beats the ship dynamic of “hissy black cat and his loyal golden retriever bf”

I eat that shit up every. single. time.

[wingedcorgi]

mfw i decide to remake a comic from 8 years ago

[paranoid-spotlight-everest]

[lekhajhoka]

it's just me and my gay fanfics against the world

[lavenderbuckyy]

You don't know me but I was looking through #istandwithamberheard and saw you in the notes on a post along with the tag #not stucky. It's hard to find safe people nowadays who also recognized the real victim in the situation + I am also a stucky blog! I'd like to follow you if that's okay since that is 2 common interests

of course! you never have to ask before following me :) the only thing i ask if that you're 18+ because i occasionally reblog some nsfw fic. feel free to follow and shoot me a dm if you want :)

as women we all need to stand together against abuse & support those who have suffered from it so i'm glad my post resonated with you ❤️

[ladylokilaufeyson5]

“this ship isn’t canon” to YOU. I, however, am delusional

[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