#self para ;; bucky

[jims-strap-on]

ABOUT:

hi i’m ash!! 27, any pronouns, genderqueer/bi/ace. i’ve been rping since 2009, and have been on fbrp since 2012. i decided to try out tumblr again. im married and have four cats.

i’m a multimuse rp account in the our flag means death, acotar, supernatural, good omens, marvel, phantom of the opera, and harry potter fandoms. my main fandoms are OFMD and ACOTAR, and my main muses are Jim, Izzy, Rhysand, Azriel, and Feyre. OC and crossover friendly.

I love writing angst, hurt/comfort, and romance, including (optional) smut. i can do either canon or AU. i especially love themes like enemies to lovers and mafia AUs.

I’m okay with dark themes such as violence, blood/gore, self-harm, drugs and alcohol, etc.

I don’t reply terribly consistently so writing with me requires patience, I work full time and suffer from PTSD/depression and can’t reply while in funks. I will not tolerate my partners nagging me for replies.

i’m not picky about reply length, there is NO need to match mine. sometimes I tend to rant and reply length gets away from me, I don’t expect the same detail in return. however I do prefer para/lit. usually I’ll write a couple of paragraphs.

𝙁𝙀𝙔𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝙍𝙃𝙔𝙎𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙄𝙊

𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝘽𝙄𝙊

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH:

Muses: Izzy Hands, Jim Jimenez, Edward Teach, Archie, Stede Bonnet

Izzy/Stede

Izzy/Ed

Ed/Stede

Stede/Izzy/Ed

Oluwande/Jim

Jim/Archie

Oluwande/Jim/Archie

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES:

Muses: Feyre Archeron, Azriel, Nesta Archeron, Rhysand, Eris Vanserra

Feyre/Rhysand

Nesta/Cassian

Azriel/Elain

Azriel/Gwyn

GOOD OMENS:

Muse: Crowley

Crowley/Aziraphale

SUPERNATURAL:

Muses: Sam, Dean

Dean/Castiel

Sam/Ruby

Sam and Dean (NOT shipping NOT as a pairing!! but I love brother interactions!)

HARRY POTTER:

Muses: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger

Draco/Harry

Draco/Hermione

PHANTOM OF THE OPERA/LOVE NEVER DIES:

Muses: Erik, Raoul

Erik/Christine

Erik/Raoul

MARVEL:

Mus𝙚𝙨: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Bucky/Natasha

Bucky/Steve

Bucky/Sam

Bucky/Tony

Bucky/Zemo

Bucky/Clint

Steve/Tony

AU WISHLIST:

enemies to lovers mafia boss AU: our muses are both leaders of rival organized crime rings. they are both alone in the world and have spent their lives looking out for number one, falling into a life of crime desperate for money with no other options left. could take place in the present, or 1940s brooklyn.

sugar baby AU: my muse is a successful, professional business owner searching online for a baby to take care of long term and spoil. the arrangement is strictly platonic and sexual, until feelings start to develop.

sugar baby mafia AU: our muses meet on a sugar baby website. my muse is a crime boss who is interested in your innocent muse as a live in submissive in exchange for a handsome monthly salary. your muse is interested in the world of organized crime, letting my muse show yours the ropes while providing sex as a stress relief. bonus points if your character ends up joining a life of crime and running the crime ring with mine

BDSM club owner AU: my muse is a BDSM club owner who meets your submissive character at the club and frequently run scenes in my character’s private room at the club. it turns out they compliment each other in the bedroom well; your muse is the brat who likes to work for their rewards, while mine is the brat tamer who has all the time in the world. possible kinks include degradation, masochism, knife play, bondage, spanking, ropes/cuffs, cock warming, voyeurism, praise—open to suggestions. i’m also open to a pleasure dom and eager submissive dynamic.

mafia boss/police officer AU: our muses match on bumble, meeting up at a club my muse owns for a first date. your character works as a police detective, not knowing that their date is actually the owner of several clubs which secretly are coverups for sex work and drug dealing. the very same crime ring that your muse is assigned to taking down.

slave auction AU: your muse is sold to mine at a slave auction, only my muse only purchased yours to take them away from this life, gain their trust, and slowly heal them over time. maybe my muse is also just a little lonely and wants companionship. my character keeps yours safe while only ever treating them with gentleness, which your muse is not used to after such a hard life. this could also be sunshine x grumpy, my muse being the brooding grump who has a not-so-secret soft side.

Other plots:

enemies to lovers, our characters hate each other and have frequent hate sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism to serve as a distraction. they are in deep denial about their feelings and keep the arrangement strictly physical, until they can’t any longer.

good omens only: crowley and aziraphale decide they want to explore the human act of intercourse, exploring what each other like in the bedroom as they learn about their boundaries and various kinks, leading to BDSM. they are only friends wishing to indulge in a new human interest they realize they really enjoy, leading to eventual relationship. dom!aziraphale

These are only possible specific plot ideas I enjoy, of course i’m open to anything; as mentioned earlier, my favorites are angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, friends to lovers, found family, fwb to relationship… feel free to come to me with ANY of your own ideas! shipping/NSFW is not a necessity, i’m open to a lot!

[artwinx]

Como que tu arte sigue empeorando cada vez?

Lo sé. Es que estás más enfocada en hacerle Bucky como un self insert hetero para vcs y borrar todo de lo que es Bucky el personaje para tus fantasias cisheteros. Es si vcs querían dibujar steggy o staron pero te da demasiado vergüenza, as que siguen dibujando "arte" horrorosos y misgendering a Bucky y apropiando al los términos femeninos de AAVE para llamar tu self insert que sigues hashtaging incorrectamente como ai fuera Bucky

Por que no haces como todas las otras mujeres y haga unos artes de romance novels con el alfa personaje que imaginan fueron sus novios/esposos, en vez de invadir a los espacios kuir fon su "arte" cishet. O por lo menos para de hashtagearlo con Bucky, esto no es Bucky, solo estas dibujando tu misma y todos podemos verlo, mamicita

i do not speak Despacito.

[bloodstainedstar]

Please note: This section will be updated from time to time.

WARNING

If you're following with the intention of:

Doing one liner threads with random sized gifs and NSFW/smutty/flirty.

Your only goal is to get me to write sexual themes with you right off the bat.

You just want to ship your character, canon or not, with Bucky.

You're a person with low self esteem who starts drama for the sake of attention.

Then, please, don't bother following nor interacting.

BASICS

This blog is semi-selective. Which means we don't have to be mutuals in order to interact.

I don't write with minors, so please don't interact with me if you're one. Don't lie about your age either. Minors will be blocked.

I engage only with writers over 21.

Please, no god-modding.

I speak Spanish, English, and some Japanese. Writer is over 30 years old.

Been writing for over ten years, mostly on LiveJournal and Tumblr in the past. Meaning, I've been around long enough to know the drill.

This blog will contain at times mentions of NSFW topics and dark themes (such as HTP). Everything will be tagged accordingly if you wish to block certain topics.

THREADS

I do multi-para and novella mostly, sometimes it can get longer than that depending on how inspired I feel.

One liners are mostly reserved for memes/ask interactions.

I'm quite active but I tend to queue a lot of replies. Sometimes I hyper-focus on specific threads that have been previously and heavily plotted. This doesn't mean I'm ignoring our thread.

Give me something to work with. This is incredibly important. If you invest a lot of time and internal monologue and give me no actions nor dialogue for my character to write with, it will be impossible for me to do anything about it, which will put all the weight on me to push the thread forward. I will drop the thread if this continues to happen after I've brought it up with you.

Please make sure you check out my verses before interacting. Depending which Bucky you interact with, he will react differently to various characters and situations. I will not accommodate Bucky's behaviors to please any characters either canon or original.

SEXUAL THEMES IN THREADS

Sex scenes are something I enjoy quite a lot when written properly, and I don't shy away from kinks. However, let's make sure we can plan ahead before jumping right into it.

I can be very picky with how sex scenes are written, so if at some point I let you know I'm not feeling it, please don't take it to heart.

If you're curious, this is my (the writer's) kink list, to know what kind of things I like and dislike writing. Please note this kink list does not reflect the kinks of the character I write.

PLOTTING

Role-playing is a collaborative effort. I expect you to at least throw a basic idea of what would you like to do: that can be a prompt, a genre you'd like to explore or a trope, etc. I love discussing and plotting, and I'm constantly asking questions to better understand where you'd like to go with the plot as well as adding my own thoughts to it. Don't take it to heart, the only reason I ask many questions is to make sure we're on the same page.

I refuse to do all the work for the both of us, so keep in mind I won't indulge into plotting by myself.

Know your facts. If you are writing a canon or original character, I expect you to know most if not everything about them. I can't be doing research on them for you in order to be able to plot, and that also includes their background and trivia details that are relevant to their biography.

If there is something I need to know about your character, feel free to point me in the right direction. I do my best to go through most of the information offered on each writer's blog, but please don't expect me to jump through three or four links to know what their name is or which fandom they belong to. Please, make it easier and accessible for writers to get to know your muse through your links (this is mostly a suggestion).

Please, be open to feedback, as I am as well.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS (OCs)

I will be very selective on which OCs I choose to interact with.

Know your character, your facts, their backgrounds, etc. If your character's story has plotholes, keep in mind I won't be fixing them but I will be pointing them out if they conflict with my character's story or verse. Don't take it personally, just remember you know your character better than I do, and I expect you to keep those things in mind before interacting.

I won't accommodate my character's background or verses to fit your OCs. Which means, whatever fact you have for your OCs (if they're an OC from a specific fandom, in this case Marvel) won't apply to my character, and they won't automatically know or assume about it.

By under no circumstances I will interact with children-OCs of any Marvel character, especially those that were created specifically to be "Bucky's kid". The same goes for any "Bucky's husband/wife" characters.

If the existence of your OC is to invalidate my character's existence, we most likely aren't a good fit.

UNFOLLOWS/BLOCKS

Don't feel obligated to follow back.

If, for whatever reason, you no longer feel comfortable writing together, feel free to soft block. By no means you're obligated to reach out but if you want to talk about it/tell me something, you can always reach out via DMs.

I will ignore you if it's obvious you haven't read my rules. It's common courtesy.

I give people plenty of time to get back to me either via DMs or reply to our threads, but after a month of no reply/interaction I just tend to untrack the thread from my Thread Tracker and unfollow. No hard feelings, I just like to keep my dash clean.

Don't confuse me with the character I write. I wish I was James Bucky Barnes but I am not.

No, I am not here to fulfill your sexual fantasies nor I'm your boyfriend or your friend with benefits.

Don't harass me.

If I unfollowed you, most of the time is to keep my dash organized, don't take it to heart.

SHIPPING

I don't ship automatically. Yes, even if you're writing Steve Rogers.

A lot of WinterWidow fans ask me this all the time: Do I ship it? Not particularly. Am I open to the idea of them being more than friends? Yes, if plotted correctly. Does my Bucky know Natasha as their former lover/friend? No, I base off my Bucky on MCU and I've added a few bits and pieces from 616. WinterWidow is not one of those bits.

Don't force ship your character with Bucky. I will just ignore you completely or troll you.

MISC

Yes, I do have a Discord. I like to keep everything on Tumblr messages but I tend to give my Discord out to people I trust/people I've been plotting plenty with here on Tumblr. Please, don't force me to give my username to you.

I am very selective with those I main or affiliate with. Don't push me to add you to that list.

I make my own graphics and icons. Don't steal them, I will find out eventually and it will be embarrassing for you.

All done? Don't know where to begin? Break the ice with a prompt!

[wvsteria]

bucky barnes - self para - finding emmeline - @rcquicm

"call me when you get off. i'll come pick you up." at this point it wasn't about whether either of them were capable of taking care of themselves. the manner of killings ranging from just gunshots to skinnings and disembowelments. whatever monster was doing this had no conscience. knowing that steve still hadn't waken had bucky shaken. there was a chance he wouldn't wake back up. he couldn't save steve but he could look out for the rest of his friends and em.

they said their goodbyes and he turned to let her walk the rest of the way to her job, him planning to return to the scene of a crime. he'd catch em up on anything she missed while working. bucky had barely made it down the street before it all went up in flames. the explosion knocked him off his feet.

his training kicking in, he quickly turned, looking around to make sure the people around him were okay. no one was injured. "em." he spoke under his breathe as he ran to the direction of the fire. as he nears the destruction he could see her frame in the flames. the fire consuming her entirely. a scream let out from him as he ran. his feet moving entirely on their own. every action of his done without thought as he aimed directly for the fire.

his skin burned, his face felt nothing but unbearable heat as he'd gone through the black smoke to find her. her body on the ground already he lifted her up into his arms, carrying her from out of the smoking haze. as he crossed the street to a safer distance he knelt on the ground. the sound of sirens approaching. people screaming and running away from the area. all of the chaos drowned out as bucky tried to get any sign of life from her.

there was no pulse in her wrists. he lowered his head to check for any sounds of her heart beating. any little breaths she was taking and nothing. immediately he went to work, attempting cpr. taking care not to use too much pressure from his left arm. he continued with the cpr until paramedics approached him to take over. "i got her!" he yelled when they tried to pull him away.

he can save her. he can fix this. she's not gone. she can't be gone. "sir you need to let us take over." his first instinct to fight back having to take a back seat. he let them take over, using their equipment to attempt to save her life. one of the emts looked to the other shaking their head. "what are you doing, you said you'd help her!" silence filled the air as they proceeded with the protocol he can only assume they've had to have done countless times this week.

his world slowly crumbling underneath his feet. bucky no longer had the strength to stand. falling to his knees next to her, he released a breathe he hadn't known he was holding. a hand reaching out to rest in her hair. "i'll find who did this to you." he whispered under his breath through clenched teeth.

[newagexheroes]

Bucky & Sarah | Reunited

The knock on the apartment door doesn’t startle Bucky as much as it confuses him. They don’t get many visitors as it is but in the middle of the day like this? Something wrong here. Bucky ignores it. Hopefully whoever is at the door will either leave or realize they’ve gotten the wrong apartment and go away. That doesn’t happen though. No, instead they knock again and Bucky has to fight the urge to roll his eyes. He forces himself away from the couch he had settled on, the book he had been reading tossed onto the coffee table. There are two ways this could go, one it’s a civilian and they’ll head off after Bucky shoos them off or it’s someone here to attack him. Bucky clenches his metal fist as he approaches the door, and he uses his right hand to unlock the door. When the door isn’t forcibly kicked in, Bucky takes it as a sign that it’s just a civilian. So he opens the door just a crack to tell them they’ve got the wrong apartment but words die on his tongue the moment he sees who’s on the other side. Sarah Rogers. It had been a while now since it was Sarah’s turn to step through Magik’s portal. He had been avoiding Sarah like the plague. He refused to talk to her for more than a few minutes and wouldn’t be alone in a room with her. Now here she was standing outside he and Steve’s shared apartment that sad look on her face that she tried to hide with a smile. 

“Come in,” Bucky speaks a bit gruffly but steps aside so that Sarah can make her way in. He’s going to fucking kill Steve for giving her this goddamn address. “I’ll make you tea.” He doesn’t let Sarah get a word in edgewise. He wants to busy himself, find ways to avoid this conversation or any conversation with Sarah. She looks at him like he’s still the boy she knew back in the thirties and he can’t stomach that. Bucky can’t have her think he’s a good man, her son’s protector. That boy died a long time ago and though try as he might Bucky isn’t sure he’ll ever be the boy she once knew. He can’t disappoint her like that, not Sarah. Not the woman who took him in as another son, seen him at his prime -- his shining years. The man that stirs lemon into her tea now is broken, slowly being pieced back together with pieces of a puzzle that have long been scattered and lost. Sarah, the ever polite, makes her self comfortable as Bucky busies himself in the kitchen. The air is stiff filled with words that neither of them seem to be able to say. It doesn’t get any better until Bucky’s bringing over the tea, left hand hidden is pocket as he gingerly hands over the steaming cup with his right. He stands over for a moment before sitting in the armchair that is across from her instead of on the couch. 

“Thank you,” Sarah speaks softly and Bucky merely nods. She takes a few more sips before setting the cup down gingerly on the coffee table. “I think we need to have a conversation, one that’s long overdue.” 

Bucky shifts a bit in his seat, does she know? Of course, she would, she’s Sarah. Sarah somehow knows everything, so much so that it’s almost disconcerting to Bucky that she seems to be a goddamn mind reader. Sarah hangs her head, staring at her hands in her lap. The look of sorrow on her face makes Bucky uneasy. Old instincts rear their head and ache for him to reach out and soothe her. 

“I know Steve must have told you. So I understand why you’re avoiding me,” Her voice is ragged and Bucky realizes she’s trying not to cry. “I’m so sorry.” The woman whispered brokenly and he doesn’t think they’re on the same page. “You’re allowed to be angry with me, Jimmy. Your life wasn’t mine to take, not like that. I put you in danger too when you were nothing but a good boy. -- I didn’t mean to…” Sarah looks up finally, blue eyes rimmed with tears. Bucky can’t stand it. His fist clenches in his pocket so hard he’s afraid he might shatter the metal itself.

“No! -- No.” He doesn’t mean to yell, but he does and it clearly startles Sarah. “This ain’t about the TB. I don’t -- Shit that wasn’t your fault. How were you to know you passed that onto us?” He’s almost relieved that this isn’t what he thinks it’s about but Bucky knows she doesn’t believe him. He doesn’t blame her, his actions don’t really match up with a man that’s not angry with her. 

“I should have known -- Steve was sick enough as it was already and even the healthiest people got it. I was bein’ selfish and that got you killed.” As the woman speaks Bucky shakes his head. 

“You saved me.” The words spill from his mouth before he can stop them and Sarah’s teary face only grows confused and Bucky knows he’s done it. He can’t get out of this not now. He’s got to tell her because it isn’t just killing him but it’s killing Sarah as well. He’s got her convinced that he hates her. That’s not what he wants, not even a little bit. He’s selfish and a jerk. Bucky wants her to think of him as an innocent but can’t stand to look at her when she does look at him that way. His heart is hammering in his chest and he swears if his palms could get sweaty from nervousness they would. He’s not looking at her anymore, he can’t. “I’m not the man you think I am, not anymore.” His words are barely above a whisper and as if on cue his metal arm whirls. 

“I ain’t your boy -- not your Jimmy.” Bucky takes in a deep breath. He’s trying to steel himself but since he’s been working on expressing emotions more freely they feel closer to the surface than anything else. His right hand comes up to unzip the hoodie he was wearing and he closes his eyes as he sits forward on the chair. He slowly but surely shrugs the fabric off, revealing a bright sliver arm that reflects off the light. He knows that Sarah tries to hide her gasp but with his enhanced hearing, Bucky hears it. Sarah shifts closer, she’s still on the couch.

“Please don’t -- touch it.” He finally opens his eyes and those tears are back. He knows for a different reason.

“What happened?” And at her words he laughs, it’s humorless and broken. What didn’t happen would be a better question. So much happened to Bucky and some of it he knows he doesn’t remember. It comes back in foggy dreams and dizzying nightmares. It comes back in echoing screams and haunting ghosts.

“It was the war. -- I got drafted in the 107th after you died here. There was this organization called,” The word gets stuck in his throat and his entire body shutters “Hydra. At the time they worked closely with the Nazis to make weapons and they captured our regime. -- They experimented on us, injected us and tortured us with terrible things. I don’t remember much but Steve found me, saved me.” He remembers that like a storm in the distance, far but sure. It was the first time he’d seen Steve after the serum, big and broad. The hero Bucky had always seen. “Thought that was the end of it -- went on a tour with Steve around Europe fightin’ off the bad guys.” He smiles a bit fondly at the memories of the Howling Commandos, that part was good. Sarah smiles too but it fades as Bucky’s smile fades. “A tour went wrong. I supposed to be dead. I fell off a train on a goddamn mountainside. That’s when I lost my arm..” 

What happens next is like bile in his stomach. It burns his throat and tears start to threaten to burn his eyes. Sarah’s face fades in and out of his vision. The room is dark and damp, he can feel the sweat on his brow and vomit threats to spill from his mouth. His heart is racing and he feels woozy.

“Jimmy?” The voice brings Bucky out of his daze and Bucky can’t hide the sob.

“They hurt me so bad, Mama. They made me do bad things.” The tears come freely now, head hanging to his chest as his hair hides his face. “Hydra found me cause I survived and made me into a… monster.” He looks at his arm in disgust as he finally raises his head again. “They took my memories.” He draws in a shaky breath. “Electrocuted me -- ‘hiccups’ -- until I couldn’t remember my own name and -- ‘sniffle’ -- it worked. I was their puppet -- the fist of Hydra. They put a gun in my hands and told me to shoot and I did. I killed because it was -- ‘hiccups’ -- my job. I killed good people and their families -- I took over entire countries-- I assassinated a president. Anyone who was a threat to Hydra, I killed without any remorse. They turned me into a brainwashed killing machine.” He can’t look at Sarah not now that he’s sobbing like this. He killed so many people, all of their blood on his hands. “They tortured me for fun they got bored. -- And when they didn’t need me they’d freeze me like I was a popsicle. I wasn’t --’hiccups’- human.” 

He covers his face now. He can’t catch his breath and he almost wishes he hasn’t told Sarah. He wishes he had kept his distance and pushed her away so he didn’t have to hurt her. He’s a murderer and now she’s going to look at him like everyone else does -- as a monster. Bucky doesn’t have to look up to know that Sarah is crying. He knows she’s got her hand over her mouth, trying to muffle the sound. She used to do the same thing when she thought she was going to lose Steve. Except now she had lost, she’d lost Bucky. What he doesn’t expect is her hands to pry his away from his face.

“Don’t touch me, please --- please don’t touch me.” Bucky sobs, trying but failing to pull his hands away from hers. He’s a super soldier and yet he can’t seem to break the grip of a mother. He wants to push her away but Bucky wouldn’t dare touch her. The hand that was touching his flesh hand comes to the back of his neck and pulls him until his forehead is on her shoulder and that’s when the cries become worse. He feels like a child, snot running down his face as his entire body shudders as her hand comes to rub his back like she would do when he and Steve were children. “They took all my memories of you and Stevie.” He whispers brokenly and Sarah shushes him.

“You are no monster, James Barnes.” Her voice is just as broken as his voice was and it only makes Bucky sob harder. “You didn’t choose to do those things, they aren’t your fault.”

“But I did them.” 

“No, they did them. They just tried to put the blame on someone else.” Sarah nudges the side of Bucky’s face until he picks his head up. She’s got that look on her face, the one she’d get when she heard someone make fun of her son. It’s fierce and protective. The woman takes the metal hand and presses a kiss to each of the cold fingers and Bucky’s entire form shakes as she does so. “You are still my son, do you understand me. I love you no less, not an ounce. And I am not afraid of you.” 

The words hit Bucky like a ton of bricks and he wraps both his arms around her slender frame. He hides his face into her shoulder once again and Sarah rubs his back. “I’m sorry I hid from you. I’m sorry -- I’m sorry.” The words fall from his mouth as the woman shushes him again.

“You don’t need to be sorry, stop that.” They stay like that for a little while. Sarah holds her second son, helping him through the sobs that possess his body like a man in grief. She doesn’t tell him but she’s angry. Not at him but at the world for daring to try and take his light away from him. She’ll also thank Tony later for giving her the address to the apartment.

[jamesbuckybear]

Year of the Dog - Self Para

Bucky’s therapist had suggested getting a service dog since the beginning. He had always shrugged off the idea for awhile. He had always wanted a dog, he remembered that, but there was always a reason that he couldn’t get one. His parents said no, there wasn’t enough money, it would bother Steve’s allergies and asthma. But the more his therapist talked about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. Once he really learned how to use the internet for his own use, he did his own research on the subject. After months, he finally agreed to get one.

They did research together, finding an organization that provided service dogs for veterans. Bucky felt weird about using it, he didn’t feel like a veteran or the POW that SHEILD labelled him as now that he wasn’t the Soldier anymore. He felt more like a criminal at times. These dogs were trained for services and therapeutic purposes, meaning it would help with his PTSD, anxiety, and flashbacks, as well as helping pick things up and open doors and doin simple task if Bucky ever decided to get rid of the arm HYDRA gave him.

Working with the organization, Bucky picked the breed that would work best for him. He insisted that the dog be hypoallergenic even though he didn’t always remember why it was so important. He was paired with a goldendoodle, a golden retriever mixed with a poodle. Bucky would have just called if a mutt back in the day, but they all had funny names nowadays.

Ironically, the litter of goldendoodles that were finished with their training and ready to go to work were named after the Howling Commandos. There was a Bucky and a Captain, but he thought it was weird to have a dog with the same name. Luckily he was paired with Dugan because he was trained to heel on the opposite side which would be helpful with his metal arm.

He had to go through training via the internet where he would watch videos of their trainings so he could learn the correct way to do the commands and how to take care of the dogs. He had been slowly collecting everything he needed to take care of the dog. With each new video and purchase, he was getting more excited and more nervous.

Dugan arrived at the university the day before Bucky’s birthday. The trainer worked with Bucky, getting him through the commands and working him through some real world scenarios. When he was successful, the trainer left leaving him alone with the dog. The walk back to his dorm was uneventful, although there was more staring than usual. He knew it was because of Dugan and not him, but he was grateful when he was finally back with the door shut. 

“Well this is it.” He said to the dog as he unclipped the leash and the vest. The dog sniffed around the room. Bucky offered it some food and water and then sat on his bed. He wasn’t sure what to do now. God, he could barely take care of himself and now he was supposed to take care of another living thing? This was a horrible idea. He started working himself up, his breathing became a little quicker. Dugan noticed and jumped on to the bed, using his nose to lift Bucky’s arm, and get into his lap even though he was much too big. Bucky instictively ran his hand over the dogs fur. After a few minutes of petting Dugan, his breath relaxed. What could have been a full blown panic attack was cut short. “You know, it might not actually be that bad.” He smiled down at the dog as he ruffled his fur.

[americancowgirl19]

Acceptance

Summary: You find the love of your life in the middle of a highway.

Warnings: violence, soulmate, fluff, angst?, implied smut

Reader: Female Reader

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3,680

A/n: This was requested by @fyeahtaylorp​ : Could you please do a Bucky Barnes x plus size female reader imagine where you see black and white until you meet your soulmate and they meet during the winter solider when he’s not really him and he’s protective of her and she works along side Steve and she has weather manipulation powers and they meet again and he’s still protective and there is smut please. - I am so freaking sorry that it took me forever to get this written and published and I didn’t get to the smut, so sorry. I also changed it just a little bit so I hope you still like it! 

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“Hey, are you Sam Wilson?” You question, standing on the man's front doorstep. He frowns his eyebrows, crosses his arms, and sizes you up. You know you don’t look like much, but your mother always said that looks were deceiving. “Can I come in?”

“And who are you?” He asks, standing tall in the doorway.

“She’s backup,” Natasha states, coming into view. You instantly send a smile her way. “We can trust her,” She reassures him. Sam presses his lips together but nods and moves to let you in.

“You look good... All things considered,” You compliment her. She looked like her naturally beautiful self with only a couple of scratches and bruises on her skin.

“It’s been a rough few days,” Natasha tells you. “We could use your help,” You smirk and cock your head to the side.

“That’s what I’m here for. Where’s Cap?” Once the question leaves your lips, the golden boy comes into the room. “Heard you were in a tight spot,” You state when he looks at you with arched eyebrows. His eyes move from you to Natasha, who gives an innocent shrug.

“We could use her help,” Natasha states. “We can trust her,” She vouches. Steve looks hesitant but nods before giving you a polite smile.

“Rough few days, huh?” You mutter, looking at Natasha, sensing that her words were a bit of an understatement. “What exactly are we up against?”

Natasha and Steve both begin to fill you and Sam in on what’s been going on. You weren’t surprised Shield had been compromised. You didn’t trust anybody outside your small group. You preferred being on your own in a secluded area.

However, Natasha is one of the select few that has your complete trust. Therefore, when she called, saying she needed help, you came without hesitation.

“So, the question is: who in Shield could launch a domestic missile strike?” Natasha questions.

“Pierce,” Steve realizes.

“Who happens to be sitting on top of the most secure building in the world,” Natasha sighs.

“But he’s not working alone. Zola’s algorithm was on the Lemurian Star,”

“So was Jasper Sitwell,”

“So, the real question is: how do the two most wanted people in Washington kidnap a Shield officer in broad daylight?”

“The answer is: you don’t,” Sam states, dropping a military file on the table. Natasha pulls it toward her.

“What’s this?”

“Call it a resume,”

“Is this Bakhmala? The Khalid Khandil mission, that was you,” Natasha states. “You didn’t say he was a para-rescue,” She mumbles, looking at Steve.

“Is this Riley?” He asks, and Sam nods.

“I heard they couldn’t bring in the choppers because of the RPGs. What did you use, a stealth chute?”

“No. These,” Sam corrects Natasha. Steve flips through the file.

“I thought you said you were a pilot,”

“I never said pilot,” Sam smirks with a hint of smugness. It’s enough to get you grinning. You decide that you like him.

“I can’t ask you to do this, Sam. You got out for a good reason,”

“Dude, Captain America needs my help. There’s no better reason to get back in,”

“So, where can we get one of those?” You wonder, peaking at the pictures. “I don’t think Walmart has those in stock,”

“The last one is at Fort Meade,” Sam answers, an amused grin on his lips. “Behind three guarded gates and a twelve-inch steel wall,”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve assures him.

“I’m assuming you have a plan?” You ask, Steve. “Or is this a wing-it kind of mission?” Natasha grins a bit before they start laying out the plan.

Your part of the plan was to keep them from dying, basically. Nobody knew that you were involved. You were to stay in the background and only intervene if needed. Knowing Natasha, you would need to step in sooner rather than later.

You watched them from a distance. You smirked when you saw Sam flying around with his wings. They were a cool contraption; you weren’t going to lie.

Borrowing someone’s car, you followed them from a distance. You watched for anyone suspicious. Everything seemed normal until someone caught your eye.

This, someone, was dressed in black, but he stood out from everything around you. Like everyone else who had yet to meet the one they’re destined to be with, the world is dull and colorless. Only after meeting and accepting your soulmate could you see the world the way it’s supposed to be seen, full of color.

So, while his attire is completely black, his pale skin and silver arm stand out. You knew this was the man, The Winter Soldier, that Natasha and Steve had warned you about. You knew you should have warned them, but you were frozen by the revelation.

When he leaped from the car he was on and onto the one with your friends, you snapped out of your daze. Cursing, you sped up to try and get to them, but by the time you were able to weave around traffic and catch up, their car had crashed.

“Some backup you are, Y/n,” You mutter to yourself. You slam on the breaks and put the car in park before climbing out. You race down the highway and toward the men shooting at Natasha and Sam.

You stop a few paces away from the shooters and begin to conjure fog to cover their escape. Before long, Natasha can get away, and the attention is on you instead of Sam.

Able to see through your fog clearly, your search for your soulmate. When you find him, you send a powerful gust of wind in his direction. The force sends him flying back and through a car. You wince, but at least he’s not within the fog’s grasp any longer.

You move around as bullets come flying your way. You had given up your position, but it had been necessary. Once you find a safer place to stand, you begin to manipulate the fog once more. Your breath is now visible as the air around you drops rapidly in temperature.

To add to the cold, you begin to make the air thinner in their area. You see them shivering, and some drop to the ground due to the lack of oxygen.

In the corner of your eye, you notice one of the men had escaped the fog’s perimeter. He aims his gun at you but forces the fog to become thicker as you slip into its protective cover. Within the fog, you notice that more than one man has escaped.

You huff in annoyance, but at least you have eliminated a couple of the problem people. You see a few people standing at the edge of the highway shooting down where you assume Natasha, Steve, and Sam are.

Before you deal with them, you turn to the one that continues to hunt you just outside of the fog. Giving him an annoyed glare, one he doesn’t see, you point your hand at him. Like Palpatine, you release streams of lightning from your fingertips.

The man screams in pain and drops to the floor. You continue your ministrations until his screams stop. By then, however, the fog has dissipated, allowing the others to see you. Their guns turn to you, but before you can defend yourself, a stream of bullets lodge into their heads.

Your eyes snap to the source and notice the Soldier standing there. You both stare at each other before he stalks to the edge of the bridge and jobs down to the lower level. You race to the edge to watch him stomp off a crushed car and continue onward as nothing happened.

“Oh, no, you’re not getting away that easily,” You mutter. Lifting your hands, you manipulate the air around yourself. It lifts you off the ground and gently sets you down beside the car the Soldier had crushed when he landed.

You run in the direction the Soldier had gone. You see him locked in a fight with Steve. It looks like Cap finally met his match.

A groan catches your attention. Your breath catches in your throat. You jog over to Natasha and inspect her bullet wound.

“This is gonna hurt,” You warn her. She looks at you before closing her eyes. When she nods, you place your hands on either side of her wounded shoulder. You conjure enough heat to cauterize the wound.

“I hate it when you do that,” She mumbles. You smile at her.

“Well, stop getting shot, and I won’t have to do it,” You wink at her. “You’ll be alright,” You assure her before standing up. You turn back toward the Soldier and Steve. For the first time, you see him without his mask.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” He asks Steve before aiming a pistol at Steve. Your breath hitches again when Sam comes in and kicks the Soldier away from Steve. When he regains his footing, you notice Natasha aiming a grenade launcher at him.

“No!” You shout, shoving Natasha, forcing her to miss her target. When you look back, you notice the Soldier is gone. Before you can react, a collar is locked around your neck, preventing your mutation from working.

“It was him... He looked right at me like he didn’t even know me,” Steve mutters.

“How’s that even possible? It was like 70 years ago,” Sam states as Natasha stares at you intently. You avoid her gaze and continue to stare at Steve, wanting to know as much about him as possible.

“Zola. Bucky’s whole unit was captured n ‘43, Zola experimented on him. Whatever he did helped Bucky survive the fall. They must have found him and...”

“None of that's your fault, Steve,” Natasha assures him.

“Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky,” Steve whispers.

Great, my soulmate is a ninety-something supersoldier that’s in Hydra. You think sarcastically. Although, if he doesn’t even know who he is, how can he willingly work for Hydra? He protected me from his own men. Hydra soldiers don’t do that. There’s hope for him.

“Oh, you’re on our side?” You ask when one of the masked persons beats the sit out of the other two. “Oh, hey Maria,” You greet when she takes her helmet off.

“Ah, that thing was squeezing my brain... Who’s this guy?”

After making the grand escape, you’re all lead towards a hideout. There you find Nick Fury, who’s apparently not dead. After an argument on how to go about things, you prepare to take on Shield/Hydra once again.

“Are you going to tell me what’s going on, or am I going to have to start guessing?” Natasha questions. You glance up at her before looking back down at your feet.

“You’re smart, Nat... I’m sure you’ve already figured it out,” You whispers. Natasha doesn’t say anything for a minute. She then comes toward you and sits down.

“Can you stop him?” Nat asks. You meet her look.

“If I can... You won’t be seeing me for a while,” You tell her. She sends you a small smile.

“Do what you have to do... Just be careful,” She advises. You smile, bumping your shoulder with hers.

“You’re the one who should be careful... Once I find him, I’m going to get him to leave with me. You’ll be in the fight the whole time,” You remind her.

“I’ll be fine,’ Natasha whispers. “Just get him and go,” You smile and slowly nod.

With those words said, the two of you leave the room. You approach Shield with Steve and Sam. The two of them go their separate ways while you start your search for the Solider... For Bucky.

During your search, you take down as many Hydra agents as possible. You wanted to help the cause, but finding Bucky was more important.

It wasn’t long before you were officially labeled a major threat. This meant that their focus shifted toward you. Things were slowly getting out of hand, but you continue to literally take the air from their lungs and the warmth from their bodies until they died. You offered a foggy cover for the Shield agents that were your allies while shooting your enemies down with bolts of lightning.

When you began to get surrounded, someone came to your aid. He had found you before you found him. He didn’t waste ammo—a single bullet to the head of those around you.

You two shared another look. Instead of looking into sunglasses, this time, you were looking in his eyes. Everything around him would continue to be black and white until he accepted you. You wondered if he could see in color. Despite not knowing him and him working for Hydra, you accepted him. You wanted him. You hoped that he would trust you.

You got lost in the beautiful color of his eyes that you forgot what was happening around you. When he moved to leave you and continue with his mission, you shouted his name. He froze, and you moved a few steps closer.

“Look at me... please,” You whisper to him. He remains motionless. “Your name is Bucky. You were friends with Steve Rogers,” His head turns slightly to you. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, nor do I know what you’ve been through, but I can tell you that things don’t have to be like this. You don’t have to be their weapon, their machine,” You risk a few steps closer to him. “I’m your soulmate. I will never hurt you. I only want you to be happy... To keep you safe,”

He stays still for a moment. He’s so still it’s as if he’s a statue. Then, he moves forward as if the words you just said didn’t matter to him. They probably didn’t. You weren’t going to give up that easily.

“Bucky,” You say again, latching your hand around his wrist. He whips around and wraps your throat in his metallic hand. You tense but don’t move. He’s not cutting off your air; it’s a warning. Your free hand lifts and covers his metal wrist. I won’t hurt you... and I won’t ever let them hurt you again,” You promise him. “Who cares about what’s going on here? It’s not our fight,” You tell him. “Come with me,”

“They’ll find us,” He whispers. You smile brightly.

“They’ve been looking for me for over a decade and haven’t come close,” You tell him. “They couldn’t find me then, and they certainly won’t find us now,” You assure him. “Please, come with me,”

Miraculously, he listens. The two of your leave the battle fairly easily. Anybody who gets in your way ends up dead. You switch your methods between sucking the air from his lungs to overheating or sudden frostbite. Bucky, while amazed by your abilities, settles for a simple bullet to the head. You two work with each other fluently.

You both stay away from populated areas. It’s harder within the city, but once you borrow another car and head into the countryside, it gets easier. You tell Bucky to stay in the car while you quickly buy him some comfortable clothes. Then, you drive him to your home. With your abilities, it’s impossible for anybody else to find, let alone get into, your home.

There’s an intense fog almost a mile thick around your property. Within the fog are intense temperatures. Some temperatures are too high or too low for a human to survive. Outside the fog, everything is normal and up to mother nature.

“Welcome to my home,” You say before climbing out of the car. He hesitantly follows you. “Nobody can come in without my consent,” You tell him. You walk to the house before slowing and turning back to him. “If you really want to leave, let me know... You may be a super soldier, but I’d be surprised if you could survive out there,” Bucky looks at the woods. “Come on; you must be hungry,”

You and Bucky live in silence for a long time. He doesn’t want to talk, and you don’t make him. You try to fill the silence with your ramblings, but it doesn’t always work to make him relax. He has nightmares at night, during the day as well. You want to help, but it’s a complicated situation.

It doesn’t help that he continues to be the only thing in color. He hasn’t accepted you yet. It hurts, but you don’t give up on him.

It takes a month for him to start conversations. It takes him even longer to hold those conversations for more than a few seconds. At this point, he’s knows everything about you while he’s still a mystery. To be fair, he’s still a mystery to himself.

You introduce him to the internet. There he can research himself and Steve. He learns a lot, and you find him behind the screen more often than not.

Around the end of the second month, Bucky seems to be relaxing even more. He still has his nightmares, he still is trying to find himself, but at the same time, it’s like he knows he’s safe. He knows nothing can’t get to him while he’s here. Yet he still won’t let you in.

In an attempt to get him to accept you, you try to do more for him. The meals you cook get more complicated, and you try to be more romantic and supportive. He entertains you but still keeps his distance.

It isn’t until the fourth month you begin to lose hope. You’ve done everything you can to get him to accept you. You’ve given him space, you’ve set him free, you’ve protected him and supported him. You have given him clothes and home, yet still, you get nothing.

You sit on the front porch. You’re thinking through everything. You know, four months, in retrospect, isn’t that long. It’ll take years for Bucky to recover. You had just hoped that he would want you. He’s taken your help, but you wanted him to want you.

When he comes back from his midafternoon run, he pauses right before the porch. He can tell something is bothering you but hasn’t a clue what to do.

“Do you know what soulmates are?” You wonder. Bucky stares at you for a moment before slowly nodding his head. You get a bit frustrated. “Do you trust me?” He hesitates again but ultimately nods. “Do you not want me then?” You whisper. It’s subtle, but Bucky tenses. You read his posture wrong. “Alright,” You whisper, standing up.

“Wait,” He says, jumping up onto the porch. His hand grabs your wrist. You stop, look at his hand, and then up into his eyes. “You’re beautiful. You’re strong. You’re everything I could ever want,”

“Then why haven’t you accepted me?” You whisper. He sighs slowly. As if giving into a desire, he caresses your cheek with his hand.

“For decades, all I’ve known is fighting. I went from one to another. Before that, I never thought I’d see in color. Then you come out of nowhere and turn my world upside-down. As perfect as you are, that doesn’t change who I am. I’m haunted every day, and I know Hydra is hunting me. Just being here will endanger you, but I can’t find it in myself to leave. I don’t want to get to the point of no return. I don’t want you to get attached to me because one day I’ll have to leave, and I don’t know if I’ll come back,”

“That just won’t do for me,” You shake your head. “You see, Buck, I’m in this for life whether you accept me or not. If you leave, I’m just going to follow. Whether you go to Steve or Hydra or even Hell, I will follow you,” You tell him. “You distancing yourself is hurting us more than the potential of you leaving. I’m not going to let you go, Buck... You’ll realize that eventually.”

Things continued the same for a while as Bucky digested your words. Eventually, however, there was a change. It was a slow change, but it was progress nonetheless.

Bucky began to open up to you more. There were subtle touches and lingering gazes. He sat closer and spent more time with you. As the weeks passed, everything began to amplify. The subtle touches turned into handholding that eventually turned into cuddle sessions. The words exchanged turned into flirtatious whispers.

The day you could see everything in color was the day you pulled him into a kiss. You both were the happiest you’ve ever been. The kiss made you both feel as if you had been touch-starved. Neither of you could get enough of each other.

The kiss had started in the kitchen. You were making breakfast when everything turned from black and white to various vibrant colors. You whipped around to him. He had this lopsided grin on his face as he stared at you.

You marched up to him and kissed him without a second thought. He had been leaning on the wall the separated the kitchen from the living room, but he switched positions so that you were pressed between that wall and him.

“I love you,” Bucky whispers. You begin to smile even wider, your heart hammering in your chest. “You’re-”

“I love you too,” You whisper back to him before kissing him once more. Bucky smiles into the kiss and leans into you even more.

You breathe in deeply when he picks you up. He doesn’t hesitate to take you back to your room. The room he’s spent the last few nights cuddling you in. He lays you down on the bed with a tenderness that has your heart fluttering.

“I love you,” He whispers again. He would tell you that all night. He didn’t want to stop kissing you, stop touching, nor stop telling you how much you meant to him. You changed his world, and you became his world.

[mirrorballgrayson]

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A huge thank you to everyone who participated, you made celebrating my birthday in a pandemic all the more brighter, all the more real. 

Each story is unique, every one tugs at your heart. I am so proud of these time travel stories, so please check them out and give these talented writers some love. 🧡

Doctor Who

parting is such sweet sorrow by @zensjagi​​ Eleventh Doctor x Reader  “Before I go, I just want you to know that I do love you. You are my everything.”

Harry Potter Universe

On The Clock by @tinymalscoffee​​ Sirius Black x Reader An unnatural occurrence lets a woman go back in time to try and change everything she’s known for the past twenty years.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Time After Time by @whitestarbucky​​ Bucky Barnes x Reader Time traveling was a touchy subject. But it looks like you and Bucky were the only ones who could do this job. Against your past selves.

You Tried To Change The Ending by @thefallenbibliophilequote​​ Bucky Barnes x Reader You love him, but he made it clear he didn’t want anything to do with you. Can a trip to the future give him a new perspective about the present?

Masquerade All You Feel Inside by @writerwrites​ Loki x Reader As you come to terms with your quiet life without your Asgardian prince, a twist of fate gives you both a new timeline.

Your heart’s desire by @writingsoftheloser​​ Loki x Reader After being thrown into the future, you and Loki see something you’d never expected to see.

Fix it / Arreglarlo by @nekoannie-chan​​ Steve Rogers x Reader/Lectora Steve doesn’t wanna lose you, he would do anything to save you. /  Steve no quería perderte, haría cualquier cosa para evitarlo.

light years. by @xbuchananbarnes​​ Steve Rogers x Reader  To make sure his relationship has a future, Steve makes one more stop while putting the stones back, hoping to fix a few mistakes he had made.

Past self by @donutloverxo​​ Steve Rogers x Reader You convince your husband to take a little detour while going home.

The Witcher

Past Promises by @firefly-in-darkness​​ Geralt of Rivia x Reader Y/N heads to Novigrad to warn Geralt of his future.

Don’t see your story listed? Please let me know so I can fix right away! Dividers provided by @firefly-graphics​

[fallencomrade]

                                                GUIDELINES                                         BEHIND THE MASK

hello and welcome! thank you for taking the time to read up on and learn a little bit more about this blog and the mun who runs it. this is a writing / roleplay blog dedicated to the character JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES of marvel's cinematic universe. while my rendition of bucky barnes is based mainly within the mcu ( with some light 616 comic influence ) - i have started to diverge away from the main 'canon' story and am writing this character based more on a combination of mcu roots, partner / situational adaptations and personalized, developed headcanons.

before engaging, please read through the following information, including rules of conduct for a better understanding of my expectations.

MUN: kristen / ten. AGE: 25+. TIMEZONE: est. LOCATION: philadelphia, usa. STYLE: preferred para/novella. DISCORD: available upon request. NOTE: blog est. spring 2016 / rebooted winter 2020. SLOW WRITER.

                                     RULES OF CONDUCT

ONE ━   this is a SELECTIVE, MULTI - VERSE / SHIP, PRIVATE roleplay blog. what this means is that when it comes to interactions and plot proposals, i am very flexible and open to in - depth development, but that i prefer to only interact with mutuals. i am somewhat selective with the blogs i choose to follow. i like to keep my dash as clean as possible and would prefer to build connections and exchange ideas with people i can truly picture writing with. my inbox is opened to all in terms of memes / submissions / asks so never be afraid to send something ( just be aware, depending on the message / muse - i may not always respond. ) i also encourage anyone to shoot me a message or an IM if you are interested in plotting. even if we are not mutuals, i welcome all messages. also, keep in mind - if i'm not familiar ( at least a little bit ) with your character ( excluding OC's obviously ) or your fandom, i most likely will not follow back.

TWO ━   i am an avid yet slow writer. writing is an addiction for me, but i'm not the quickest of partners. i adore highly developed, plotted / discussed && unique threads ; threads that challenge me to grow as a writer. this prose of writing however ( at least for myself ) requires time, effort, && dedication - so they tend to take longer for me to respond to. as my partner, you are always entitled to drop a thread / interaction we have established, just please let me know if you have to do so. sweet reminders are more than welcomed, but please do not bug me to finish a draft before its time. i put EVERYTHING into my writing - into every single post - because i believe every single one of my partners deserve the very best, but i don’t like being hounded. it creates pressure and frightens my muse away.

THREE ━   keep in mind, details && certain aspects of the winter soldier’s personality may change as i continue to grow with my muse. bucky tends to behave differently depending on the situation he is thrust into and the character he is paired with / against. honestly, i play him a bit differently in every thread, so don't be surprised to see a certain versatility in my interpretation.

FOUR ━   THIS BLOG IS TRIGGERING. i welcome && highly encourage mature / explicit subject matter, and taking into account the character that i play, you should expect to see these themes while perusing my blog. i do not hold back when it comes to bucky's deeper, resonating issues which include: severe depression, violent outburst, paranoia, sociopathic-like dissociation, post-traumatic-stress-disorder, loss of identity, self-harm / abuse, suicidal thoughts && tendencies, etc. nor do i ignore or skim over the horrors that he has been subjected to which includes: brutal torture / severe abuse, indoctrination / conditioning, humiliation / ridicule, forced dehumanization, involuntary murder, rape, etc. i do not like to censor my writing and i apologize if something i post or write disturbs you in some way. however, i do understand that certain things can push a person too far. if you as a reader or as a partner ever read something that makes you uncomfortable, please send me a message. i tend to tag triggers as such: 'trigger: tw.'

FIVE ━   unfortunately, the concept of EXCLUSIVITY is somewhat triggering to me. i do not demand exclusivity from my partners. in fact, i encourage you to write with other bucky's because there are some awesome writers on this site and i'd hate to limit anyone to just my bucky. i never want to restrict any of my partners or become unhealthily possessive of them. we are all here to have fun, but that doesn't mean you should only have fun with me. this being said, i am not against exclusivity. as long as i am sure becoming exclusive with your muse will not hurt / insult any of my current partners or friends, i will happily discuss it. however, if you do decide to be fully exclusive with a different bucky ( which is completely your choice and a choice i will always respect ) please be aware i may unfollow. 'cause it sucks seeing people i wouldn't mind writing with not being able to write with me. this only comes into play if you're fully exclusive though.

SIX ━   SHIPPING.  one of my most favorite things to explore / write about is bucky's reintegration to human sentiment && desire. the winter soldier has some serious intimacy issues. after what hydra did to him, he finds great difficulty in even the most basic of human emotions / interactions. i play him as being both touch-starved && terrified of human contact, so the dissonance of conflicting needs often causes him to behave violently. I SHIP CHEMISTRY, but please be aware that bucky has 70 years’ worth of abuse to come to terms with and unless he trusts you, he does not take kindly to people touching him, oftentimes reacting violently.

my buck is predominantly heterosexual - with the exception of steven rogers ( other exceptions could occur ) i adore STEVE / BUCKY, but i do not ship my bucky with every steve - so unless discussed beforehand, relationships will remain platonic. ( this applies to all relationships. ) i have no problem writing smut. it will always be placed under a ' read more ' however and be tagged.

SEVEN ━   due to certain unfortunate issues i have experienced during my time writing as bucky, i have found a need to limit what i see on the dash. any and all actions i take are for my own benefit / sanity and i apologize if i ever do anything to hurt / insult anyone; it is not my intention. there are certain things / topics i would like to avoid while on this site and in order for me to feel positive while being on tumblr, i have to take necessary actions to help keep my spirits high. if anyone ever needs to discuss anything with me, my discord is fallencomrade #8167. please reach out to me. i like to think i am a compassionate, empathetic person and am always willing to discuss issues / concerns.

EIGHT ━   i take such joy in writing with all of you and i hope everyone of you feel the same way. have fun and if something is bothering you, either by the way i portray bucky or by my writing style, just let me know! <3.

[stony-ao3-feed]

Reinventando la historia

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by PinkuBurakku

#MultishipperMarvelWeek

Se dice, que había una vez, una preciosa niña que fue entregada a una malvada bruja, que admirando su belleza, le llevó a una torre, donde la crío como su única hija, sin embargo, cuando esta ya es mayor y quiere conocer el mundo, comete el error de toparse con un apuesto, valiente y buen príncipe que la sacara de su encierro. Para vivir, felices para siempre.

Ahora, resulta que esa hermosa niña, en realidad es un niño, un hermoso niño omega, aquella bruja, su propio padre y aquel apuesto príncipe, en realidad no es tan bueno, más bien, es todo lo contrario. Aun así, se ha propuesto que aquel hermoso niño, tenga su final feliz. Por encima de todo y todos, no importa cuantos tenga que matar para conseguirlo.

Historia reinventada del clásico de Disney RAPUNZEL. Una historia un poco diferente, no apta para niños, llena de drama, hard e intentos de comedia.

Darkstony - Capitán Hydra x Tony Stark. Omegaverse. Ligero Mpreg.

Words: 1231, Chapters: 1/20, Language: Español

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hydra Agents, Hydra - Character, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Bruce Banner, Brock Rumlow, Peter Parker, Pepper Potts

Relationships: Hydra Agents/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner & Brock Rumlow, bruce banner/ Brock Rumlow, HYDRA/Tony Stark

Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Omega, Omega Tony Stark, Alpha Steve Rogers, Alpha Hydra, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Biting, Soul Bond, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Gay Sex, Drunk Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Kissing, Self-Lubrication, Pheromones, Knotting, Rimming, Drama, Mystery Character(s), Jealousy, Cheating, Dark Character, Blood and Violence, Dismemberment, Canonical Character Death, Minor Character Death, Character Death, Rutting, Masturbation, Anal Play, Strip Games, Spanking, Depression, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood Loss, Blood and Torture, Men Crying, Emotional crisis, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Blood and Injury, Injury, Serious Injuries, Permanent Injury, Angst, Post Mpreg, Kidnapping, Psychological Torture, Secret Relationship, Secret Identity, Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Paraphilias

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[silentnun]

I watched ep1 again and found some attractive new details, like Sam the para rescue finally got a scene of him rescuing sombody in air. He is so dreamy with the human made iron wind yet gets the image of the legendary Icarus, which makes me almost afraid of him falling (but also hope Bucky to catch). He is so warm and caring that in CACW he immediately turned back to save Rhodes even when they were kind of fighting at that time. And I think this quality is the base we see the scene in ep1 when Rhodes said he'll keep in touch.

As for Bucky, the scene when he sits with the therapist really reminds me of John Watson, especially when the Dr says quiet and being left alone won't help but build the most terrible hell for an individual. Makes me wonder, what if Bucky, no matter whether shaped by Hydra or not, craves battle and the thought of being need in the inner self? What if he can use the skills learnt when he was the Winter Soldier to help instead of kill? Will that help himself to accept who he was in the past and who he is now? Because despite the pain WS brought to him, he also got the ability to be one of the most powerful heroes.

All of these just make Bucky not replying Sam's texts weirdly cute. Because I don't think he will never reply in the rest of his life. So when he is finally prepared, and if there's no 'Walker takes the Sheild' or the flag thing (still can't remember the name), what will the man say?

Maybe a fresh new self introduce like 'hi I'm James Bucky Barnes aka the Winter Soldier, so nice to meet you', to Sam-the angelic, always help people and always stay there for Bucky-Wilson. Lol.

[hxroldosborn-blog]

told you and the Devil to both just leave me alone ;;

When: 18th May 2017, late evening

Summary; After his meeting with Spider-woman, the guilt of Harry’s actions and the pain he’s caused himself and his friends push him into a decision that puts his life in danger.

Mentioned: @bubblegumandfirecrackers @ghostsoldxt @ofhellionkeller @you-just-hit-the-jackpot @kristencoded @nospiderling @pathcrossed @symbioticsoldier @spxdergwens @oflawenforcement @gwendolynexstacy

Triggers: Illness, injection, death mention, mental illness (MPD), suicidal thoughts/self sacrifice

[NEWS REPORT: Late in the evening on May 18th, paramedics found the young Oscorp CEO, Harold Osborn, unconscious in the Oscorp Industries building. Sources say the illness that killed his father, Oscorp’s founder and previous CEO Norman Osborn, has finally struck his only son. Harold has been rushed to hospital for immediate treatment, but it’s currently unclear as to just how far his illness has progressed. Harold has relaunched Oscorp here in Star City with huge success and positive public support, not to mention their continuous community support, and plenty are hoping for a speedy recovery for the young CEO.]

When the so-called Spider-Woman finally disappears, Harry locks his office door and doesn’t let anyone in, doesn’t take any calls, doesn’t do anything except work. Work on the cure, the project, trying to find the closest simulation they’ve had so far to success. He can still hear her voice running through his mind, the accusations, the questions, the insinuation that she knows Goblin is somehow tied to Oscorp… tied to him. And the more he thinks about it the more his hands shake, the more his heart pounds, the more he can feel himself falling to pieces and he can’t do it. He can’t do it anymore.

Felicia bids him farewell for the evening, a little concerned but she must have a job to get to and he doesn’t blame her for not wanting to hang around, assuring her everything’s fine and he’ll see her tomorrow. He doesn’t want her to be part of this, not again - she still carries so much guilt from the last time, for telling him about the venom, about Special Projects in the first place and she wasn’t to blame, he would never say she was. But this time, he can protect her from that guilt. He can protect her from this.

He waits for the building to empty before he leaves his office, making his way into the lab they’ve been working in. All of the data is in there, the simulations, the equipment and chemicals to make the cure when they find the right sequence to work with his genes, to make him healthy again without bringing back the illness his genetics cursed him with. The only stop he makes is to the most restricted area of the entire building - the storage area with the remains of the venom, and the only person who can access it is Harry. He’s not letting anyone else put themselves at risk of this hell because he was careless. Never.

He’s hurt so many people, caused so much pain, and as hard as Harry’s tried, he can feel the guilt eating away at him, a constant reminder that he did this, he caused all of this, he gave so many people the pain they feel at this loss. And he knows, Peter and Jubilee and Julian, they keep telling him it’s not his fault. They keep trying to convince him, but Harry just… doesn’t know how to live with the knowledge that his hands killed her.

Even as he brings up the simulations on the large holographic display in front of him, Harry can see Flash’s face, the look of anger, of horror, of pain at the knowledge of what had happened. That his friend housed the monster that killed Gwen. He can hear MJ’s voice ringing in his ears, the anger and the anguish and the grief so raw and sharp that it still makes him feel dizzy just at the thought of it. She was right, in a way - Harry may not have done this to their friend, but he’s sure as hell responsible for Goblin’s existence in the first place.

The monster only exists because of the twisted pain inside Harry’s own mind - how can it not be his fault? How is he not to blame for all of this?

Picking out the sequence with the closest match to neutralise the venom and leave him in decent health, Harry can still see the crowd at the funeral, hear the echoing sobs all around them in the church, the cries of the boys as they wished for their sister to come back home. Helen, already so frail, already struggling, watching as they buried her daughter alongside her husband. Jim, a man so strong made to look so pained as they carried her casket together. Peter - a shell, so broken, so lost without her in his life. They were two parts of a whole, Gwen and Peter, and now she’s gone… because of Harry.

He takes out the syringe, the blue-green liquid of the cure so vibrant, the faintest possibility of hope that he could be free of this. And along with it… he can see Gwen. Crying. Her voice shaking, weak. Begging. Desperate to survive, to live. Harry can see her - he sees her every night when he tries to close his eyes. He’s barely slept in a week, so scared he’ll hear her pleas again, but now - now that he’s facing the possibility of being sure this will never happen again, he lets those memories drive him, that feeling of helplessness as his hands closed around her neck, the undeniable heartbreak he’d felt when Goblin let her fall to her death.

Harry takes all of that guilt and lets it drive him, sticking the needle into a vein on his arm and injecting the cure before he can stop himself. He can’t be this any longer - he can’t.

Even if it fails, even if - if this cure kills him, Harry can at least die knowing Goblin can never hurt anyone he loves again. And that’s worth it - that’s a small price to pay, for their safety.

He can feel the chemicals rushing through his system, and it burns, a harsh, screaming pain erupting in his body and Harry knows immediately something’s not right. Dropping onto the chair, he curls over the tabletop as he takes out his phone, dialling Jubilee’s number - she needs to know, he needs to tell her how much he loves her, that if this is the end of him he did it to keep her safe, to protect her from Him -

Hi, this is Jubs. You know what to do next!

“Babe -“ Harry’s words are cut off with a groan, loud and harsh and broken as the pain intensifies. “I did… I did something stupid, I’m sorry -“ He grits his teeth against the pain, like pins and needles times a thousand all over his skin and it’s torture. “I love you, Jubilee - I love you so much, I’m so sorry. I love you.”

He hangs up before letting out a strangled shout of pain, his mind too clouded to know who he can call from here. He can barely seen the screen of his phone as he searches for a name, and the only one that jumps out to him is Isabella’s and he dials it in desperation, his free hand gripping at the edge of the table as he tries to keep himself grounded.

Harry’s not sure how much sense he makes on the phone with her, mumbling something about work and cures and pain, oh god it hurts, please help me - He slips off the chair as he writhes, falling to the floor and the impact just makes everything hurt all the more, jarring his entire body and he can barely move. The phone drops from his hands and things start to go blurry, and it takes him a few moments to find his phone again only to find the call’s disconnected.

Clumsy, shaking hands shoot out pointless text messages, cries for help, desperate for someone to come and undo the stupid thing he’s done.

[Text → Julian]: he p it brns

[Text → Bucky]: Lt me kil h im

[Text → MJ]: u were ri t e

The seconds tick by as he tries to find someone he can call, somehow landing on Peter - Peter, who’s been working so hard on this cure, Peter who’s never let him down, Peter who’s believed in him no matter what he is, what lives in his mind, and Harry can feel his body growing weaker and weaker, he can barely hold the phone from how much he’s shaking, laying his head down against the floor as he presses the phone to his ear. “Peter.. Oscorp, I.. hel p m e…”

[false-north]

Stranger Things: Resurrections (bringing back Billy...)

Since the Harringrove fandom has begun to demonstrate an amazing resilience to certain outside forces (thank you fandom <3 <3), I threw together a list of (some) resurrection precedents and possibilities, all “borrowed” from other actual media/TV/film canons adapted and applied to one Billy Hargrove: (Please do feel very free to add, expand, use, WRITEALLTHEFICS, etc. at will).

‘We Can Rebuild Him’: Still stuffed with remnants of the upside-down in his blood stream, the Russians scrape Billy up on their way out and rebuild him. Because alien world super serum goes a long way in building a super soldier (and unlocking more gates).  (Late 80s bonus points if they rebuild him with metal and wire that renders him part crude cyborg). (Re: Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier, Captain America).

Old School Resurrection: Unable to accept that Billy is gone, Max and Eleven tap into the upside-down to bring him back to life. Suddenly re-thrust into his old life that still includes systematic abuse at the hands of his father and the responsibility of facing up to all his past mistakes (including all the lives he took while possessed), Billy’s not exactly grateful to be back. (Hardcore 80s points if they forget to get Billy out of the coffin first, thereby making him have to claw his way up to the surface alla every 80s zombie film). (re: Buffy, Buffy the Vampire Slayer).

Super Powers Save the Day: Another secret child product of the MKUltra style lab experiments, Billy’s powers of cellular regeneration take a minute to repair that much damage, but revivify him in the morgue in a crazy cool special effects scene where he zips back up his body…(Also canonically explaining how a kid who gets shoved around by his father that often manages to still remain unbruised and shirtless as much as he does). (80s bonus points if filmed like a late 80s body horror film). (re: Clair Bennett, Heroes).

Cloning: Having been “impregnated” by the mind flayer (first with the ‘Alien’ face hugger reference, and then with the strange moment of the alien tentacle pushing into his chest…), Billy tries to kill the monster by sacrificing himself. Only the US government isn’t too keen on letting that kind of alien biotechnology go. They scrape up Billy’s body and clone him—a process that maintains the alien DNA that they can then harvest (and making Billy “patient zero” in their new attempts to use human hosts to create more).  Now confined to a laboratory cell, Billy has to fight to regain his own autonomy, not an easy feat when the military-industrial complex has labeled his body as government property. (Meta-Homage bonus points on account of Alien IV being one of Winona Ryder’s films…) (Ellen Ripley, Alien IV: Resurrection).

The Fake Out: Having made enemies of everyone in high school and knowing he’s in danger from both the law and his family (aka Neil), Billy takes the opportunity to fake his death. And yet, he can’t seem to stay away from Hawkins and the people he secretly cares about. (Re: Alison Dilaurentis, Pretty Little Liars).

Stranger Twins: Billy comes back as his brunette twin cousin to move in with the Hargroves and inexplicably looks exactly like him and might actually be him, because Hawkins is a weird dreamscape space (re: Laura Palmer, Twin Peaks)

Conspiracy!: With his body already broken and dying, Billy sacrifices himself to save Eleven, only to turn up (8) years later in a maximum security prison as a pawn in a larger government conspiracy (Cold War 80s bonus points for just being a larger government conspiracy…) (re: Micheal Scofield, Prison Break).

Deal with a “Devil”: Feeling guilty that they couldn’t save him, and unable to comfort Max, Elle uses her astral projection powers to make a deal with the Mindflayer or some other entity in the upside down to bring him back, but like all para-supernatural contracts, “the devil” wants to make a deal…(80s bonus points for really playing up any element of the “Satanic Panic” crisis) (Dean Winchester, Supernatural).

Time Travel: The alien tentacle pushed into his chest created a gateway that sucked his consciousness into the future, creating the dopple!Billy that greeted him in the upside-down, setting off a strange time line of events in which future Billy has to travel back in time to the 1980s to warn of or even jumpstart the Mindflayer takeover, as such a series of events is actually the only way to ultimately defeat it. Sacrificing his past-self to kill the monster, the ‘Billy from the future’ finds himself stuck in 1980s Hawkins, a changed man haunted by the things he’s seen (and the things he will see). Only now that this apocalypse has been averted, the things he can see in the future keep changing, not all of it for the best... (Essentially rendering Billy “The Party’s” Seer.)  (The Terminator (kind of)).

Alien Parasite: Closing The Gate weakens the Mind Flayer, but it doesn’t kill it, leaving the MF trapped inside the body of seventeen year old Billy Hargrove. Now both need the other to continue to survive, and Billy needs to learn to find some kind of harmonious compromise with his other-worldly parasite (Eddie Brock, Venom).  

(More theme-borrowed than direct references:)

(Psychic) Coma: After the events of the mall showdown, Billy is left in a coma with a healing fractured mind. The only problem, his psyche effects the world around him as it processes all its demons. As the gang gets sucked into the weird hellscape of Billy’s internal life made manifest on the streets of Hawkins, they must help him fight all his monsters before his lifetime of aggregate trauma destroys the town.

The War isn’t Yet Won: Billy’s demise was greatly exaggerated. The calvary came in, the ambulances scooped him up, and he’s fine now—physically. But the experience changed him, has left Billy quiet and hollow. He can still feel the mind flayer everywhere, phantom crawling over his skin. There’s only one other person who can even begin to understand—Will Byers. Everyone thinks the two former MF meat puppets are simply suffering from PTSD, but Will and Billy know better. They’ve seen the future; what the Mind Flayer has in store. The two form an unlikely alliance as the only two in town who know the war isn’t over.

(My personal head cannon for Season Four):

Nightmares on small town streets: After the events of season three, the gang starts dreaming: weird twisted nightmares that seem more vivid than the waking world. What’s more, they all meet up in their dreams: Will, Steve, Eleven, Dustin, Nancy, Lucas, Max. etc. who all physically went to sleep in different towns/places, find themselves in a sick simulacrum of Hawkins at night. What’s more, is that when they call each other up the next day, they all remember it: they were there. Soon it becomes clear that this dank space is even more dangerous than they ever could have anticipated. Whatever happens to them in the dream space follows them through to the waking world. And something is after them. They need to figure out how to defeat the shadows, but until they do, there’s only one solution: don’t fall asleep. (Meanwhile, Max and Eleven see Billy in the dream world, seemingly living at the Hargrove’s house and caught in a robotic glitch cycle of abuse at the hands of a nightmarish hybrid of the Mindflayer and his father. They become determined to bring this Billy back with them, unsure if that’s even possible, but Max refuses to leave him there. But waking him up and pulling him out is a much bigger task than they can handle alone. They bring Steve.).

(i.e. I actually do really want a Nightmare on Elm Street season…).

(And really, if all else fails, we saw *one* Billy go down, yes, but what about *second* Billy…?)

[lxstheroes]

War Never Ends. Steve Rogers. Self Para.

He often finds himself waking up and seeing a bright light from the clock that reads 3:00 AM, covered in cold sweat with his heart threatening to pound out of his chest. It started since he regained his memories, in the very few moments he could find time to rest his eyes in a dark corner in a barricaded building, but even now in the comforts of his own bed, Steve found it difficult to find rest.

In the beginning, there were voices. Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Sam, Peggy, Howard. Voices that brought guilt and emotional torture. He wondered if he was still there, wherein his darkest fears, despite not knowing them at the time, haunted him for days and nights. Maybe this time, it’s the friends he failed, the friends he abandoned, the friends he hurt. Family, no, that was the right term. Steve found family, in the team, and he had lost them in what felt like such a quick time.

It becomes hard to remind himself that this was real, that he wasn’t in a world without them completely, that somehow, Tony and Natasha were alive, Peggy too. That maybe here, they were safe. A lot of maybes, and a lot of doubt. Steve tended to be optimistic, looking at the brighter side of things, but maybe it’s because he was trained to be that way, that despite the war all those years ago, and suddenly, despite being in a time where he had felt even more alone than ever, things would look up.

But in the darkness of the night, even Captain America found it hard to hold onto hope. Maybe he was still alone, maybe he would always be.

As he closes his eyes in another attempt at sleep, he tries to remember Bucky, how his best friend, his brother, was here and well, and how having him around made Steve feel less alone, that maybe this world wouldn’t be so cruel on them a third time. Life might not be so bad, but he knew he had to be ready for anything. After all, that was the life of a soldier, and it’s the life picked out for him by cruel fate.

And as the minutes go by, he’s lulled back to a restless sleep, despite the sounds of fighting ringing through his head, this is as much peace as he can get.

[ao3feed-stucky]

by Sissy2D

¿Qué estaba haciendo ahí?

Era una locura querer competir y ganar un lugar en la Feria Anual de Emprendedores de su preparatoria, en donde el gran premio sería financiar la apertura de un pequeño local, no importaba el rubro. Ese día estaría lleno no solo de sus maestros y directivos, si no de personas realmente interesadas en las ideas innovadoras de jóvenes estudiantes, con la promesa de contribuir económicamente a cumplir sus sueños. Varias risas y murmullos alcanzaron su oído derecho, (del cual todavía conservaba el 50% de audición), y de los que pudo rescatar cosas como: Un perdedor. Un don nadie. Un marica. Discretamente, se re-ajustó su aparato auditivo en la oreja izquierda, bajando el volumen para no seguir escuchando tanta ofensa. Eso lo mantuvo parado haciendo fila por otros 15 minutos.

Words: 3339, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Español

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Jasper Sitwell

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Modern Bucky Barnes, Teenagers, Teen Angst, Alternate Universe - High School, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Baking, Competition, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Brock Rumlow is a shit, Non betaed, Threats of Violence, Aftermath of Violence, Mutual Pining, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Slice of Life, Self-Indulgent, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting