#stucky mentioned

[diamond-rings-and-gutter-bones]

by the way they were best friends inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. if you even care

[catboyrichardkarinsky]

the struggle when you want to go "finally! a story that focuses on friendship over romance!" but then you start shipping them. I'm sorry aro nation (I'm aro) i do like the idea of stories focused on friendship but sometimes the chemistry is just stronger than intended

[amarriageoftrueminds]

Random Bucky-related Fact I Uncovered:

The house on the left corner there is 169 Clinton Street (circa 1935), Brooklyn, where H. P. Lovecraft stayed 1924-1926. The area’s multiculturalism horrified him so much he had to write The Horror at Red Hook (1927) about it.

Why's this interesting?

Because if you look at this prop dog tag for Bucky in the MCU...

...You'll see that that next-of-kin address ^ for Bucky 

Is two houses down, behind HP Lovecraft's place, on the street you're looking down at the far-left of that image up there. ^

So the area HP Lovecraft found horrifyingly multicultural in the late 1920s, that's where Steve and Bucky were growing up! 😊

[shrack]

just remembered natalie holt named the lokius theme Lokius

[holylulusworld]

Indecent Proposal (22)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Characters: M'Baku, Brock Rumlow

Warnings: established Stucky, caring mobsters, pregnant reader, polyamory, fluff, angst, implied character's death, mentions of suicide (no description)

Indecent Proposal (21)

Indecent Proposal masterlist

Your heart hammers in your chest. Your husbands want to leave the safety of the mansion to go after Rumlow.

“Bucky,“ you cling to him, desperate to stop him from leaving. “I don’t want you to do this. Please stay. I don’t care if he scared me. I’ll just stay inside the house for the rest of my life.”

“Doll,” Steve places his hand on your shoulder. “Rumlow will never stop. He wants revenge and will use you and our babies against us. We won’t let him hurt you.”

You paw at Bucky’s arms, refusing to let him go. He’s already in a tactical suit, and a bulletproof vest, telling you he expects getting shot.

“But…” You cry even harder. “I don’t want you to get hurt. Who’ll dick me down so good if you die?”

“Aw, I’ll always dick you down good,” Bucky coos you. He pecks your hair and whispers filthy words in your ear. “Half-dead or not, a bullet in my ass, I’ll dick you down. That’s a promise.”

You choke out a laugh. “You promise?”

“I promise, baby doll. Stevie and I will come back to give you dick for the rest of your life. You’ll never be empty.”

“You’re a filthy animal, Mr. Barnes,” you purr his name. Slowly you let go of Bucky to cup his face. “You better come back in one piece.” You kiss him softly. “Our babies need you.”

Bucky nods and swallows thickly. He clears his throat when you turn your attention toward Steve.

“—and you, Mr. Rogers,” you grab Steve’s face to kiss him too. “You’ll make sure he doesn’t risk too much. Please come back in one piece. I would miss your dick so much.”

“Doll,” Steve kisses your temple. “We will come back with Rumlow’s head on a silver plate. He’ll regret ever putting his hands on you.”

“STEVE!” Bucky grunts. “You can’t tell her something like that!”

“He wasn’t joking?” you look at Steve, mouth falling open at his serious expression. “I don’t want his head.”

“It’s hunting season and Rumlow’s head will be my trophy.”

A cold shudder runs down your spine at Steve’s words. For the first time, you see the dangerous and deadly man he truly is. He’s dead serious about turning Rumlow’s head into a trophy.

“We won’t put it on a wall,” you scrunch up your nose. “I hate hunting trophies, Steve. I don’t want this kind of thing at my home.”

“We promise to be back in the blink of an eye. You’re safe here, doll. Jake will stay here and check on the cameras. We increased safety once again. Food and everything else you’ll need will get delivered by trusted people. No one we do not know is allowed to enter the mansion.”

Steve tries to calm you by telling you all the preparations, but he scares you even more. What will happen to you and the babies if they do not make it back? Will their enemies take the chance to kill the next generation too?

“Nothing will happen to you and the babies,” Bucky softly speaks to you. He saw the fear in your eyes and tried to calm you. “We have a plan for the worst-case scenario too, Y/N. Do not worry too much. Steve and I intend on coming back to you.”

Steve, Bucky, and you said your goodbyes before they headed out to hunt Rumlow down. You’re still shaking and can’t calm down.

Jake tried to calm you by showing you the cameras and explaining the security system to you. He meant well, but it didn’t help at all.

All you can think of is that your men are out there, following a man who tried to kill you and your unborn children out of spite.

You can only hope and pray that Steve and Bucky keep their promise and come back to you.

“I’ll take the back with Steve, Clint, and Sam,” Steve explains the plan once again. “M’Baku, I want you to take the lead. Storm the front entrance with your team. Make some noise, distract him long enough for us to sneak. I want that bastard alive.”

“Got it,” M’Baku nods and gestures to his team to sneak toward the front entrance. He’s well-trained and knows how to take an enemy down without getting one of his teammates killed.

“My knives are waiting for that bastard,” Bucky clenches and unclenches his fists. “Steve, remember our promise to Y/N. Do not get too reckless in there.”

Steve huffs. “I must watch your back. I cannot get reckless. Do you think he has backup?” He follows Bucky and his team toward the back of the abandoned house, taking a deep breath. “Ready…”

“Ready…” Bucky picks the lock. He grips the door handle and listens closely, waiting to open the door until M’Baku crashes through the front door like the giant he is.

“What the fuck!” Brock aimlessly fires at M’Baku and his team, only hitting their bulletproof vests. He wasn’t prepared for a battle with a whole team. Rumlow prefers complicated plans and attacking people out of nowhere.

“You fucked with the wrong people,” M’Baku aims his shotgun at Rumlow. “You better drop that pitiful gun before I rip your head off with my hands. He bares his teeth and chuckles darkly when Bucky and the others step inside the room. “Did you finally join us, Barnes?”

Rumlow drops his gun. His fight and life are over, and he knows it.

“I didn’t want to steal the show from you,” Bucky shrugs. He puts his gun away, huffing as this was easier than he thought. “No friends to help you, Rumlow?”

“She ratted me out, didn’t she?” Rumlow laughs manically. “I knew that red-haired bitch is not to be trusted. She always tried to stop me from looking into your case.” He dips his head to watch Bucky get a knife out. “I should’ve killed her first.”

“Natasha knows where her loyalty lies,” Bucky shrugs. “We pay her well and protect her. No one touches our allies.”

“Did you fuck her too?” Rumlow spats. He wants to take a step toward Bucky but M’Baku blocks his path. “Get out of my way, bastard. I’ll tear you down.”

“You can try to get past me, buddy,” M’Baku chuckles loudly. No man ever got past him. Rumlow won’t be the only exception. “You’re lucky the bosses want you alive or you’d lie on the ground with a broken neck.”

“So…you came here to kill me. I knew you’d try to silence me to get away with murdering my girl.”

“We didn’t murder your girl,” Bucky rolls his eyes. “We had fun for a while. It’s not our fault she was crazier than a skunk on dope. She tried to kill my husband. Anyone else would’ve ended up dead. I let her live and told her to leave town and go back where she belongs.”

“She decided to kill herself because she didn’t get my husband,” Steve circles Rumlow, smirking as M’Baku puts his hand on Rumlow’s chest to stop him from getting away. “I’m sorry she did this, but we had nothing to do with her death. It was her choice.”

“I offered her a second chance,” Bucky points a knife at Rumlow. “I don’t easily grant people a second chance. She wasted it.” He dips his head to look at the man threatening your life more than once up and down. “Sorry to tell you, but you won’t get a second chance…”

Part 23

Tags in reblog.

[gay-jewish-bucky]

Bucky: Being gay and Jewish is a constant battle between "I wish to sit on a window bench with my beshert, our legs dangling as we listen to Yiddish folk music" and "Hey, let's go throw some rocks at Nazis" and I think that's very sexy of us.

Steve: If the window's open and you time it right, you can do both!

[lavenderpanic]

I love thinking about Bucky and Steve volunteering post-Endgame so here is where I think they would volunteer.

My headcanon for Bucky is an animal shelter. He sees one of those sappy ASPCA commercials and it upsets him so badly that he decides he needs to start volunteering. At first, he mostly like feeds and cleans little kitties and puppies, which he loves. He loves how even the teeny little kittens don't see him as a threat. They meow and lick at his fingers and it just makes him feel so warm and fuzzy inside because everybody else in the world sees him as a murderer but they just see him as the nice guy who brings them food and gives them belly scratches. But after a while, Bucky finds himself drawn to the "aggressive dogs." The ones that the shelter says are pretty much doomed to die there. The ones who were thrown into dogfighting when they were just puppies, the ones who never knew kindness. The pitties with big, sad eyes who bark at anyone who tries to touch them. He offers to help with them one day, because he's strong enough that he doesn't have to worry about being bitten or anything. They don't bite at Bucky, though. He knows how to move, how to reach for them, how to show them that they won't be met with violence. They don't understand what Bucky went through, but they seem to trust him in a unique way.

My headcanon for Steve is a children's hospital. Everyone kinda figures he's doing the whole "superhero who visits sick kids" thing, mostly for publicity, but he starts going back often and forming friendships with these kids and their families, and soon enough he's practically an uncle to most of the kids there. He knows the strength they have, just to stay alive, he remembers it all too well. They all marvel at his muscles and his shield, but he knows he was stronger pre-serum than he ever was after. They see themselves in him, they tell him they're getting medicine that's going to make them better "just like him" and they ask him if getting the serum was scary during their infusions. He shares Sarah Rogers' wisdom with their parents. He makes silly sketches of whatever the kids request, and they always giggle at his old-fashioned jokes and his inability to grasp modern slang. They ask him if he knew Abraham Lincoln or Cleopatra and he makes up elaborate stories to keep them entertained.

[a-door-to-somewhere]

It's missing winter soldier era hours boys

[baconsoapp]

Sunday After the War

Or, what if Bucky Barnes forgot everything, except for his Jewishness. I wrote a fic about that.

I think it's a pretty common to headcanon Bucky as jewish. I say he's jewish AND he knows Yiddish too.

Also, I am currently learning yiddish, but I'm in no way fluent!!!! If you're fluent and notice something weirdly translated, I apologize. Let me know if I need to change anything!!

By the way, the title is from a song by Daniel Kahn of the same name. Check it out here.

[moralsareathingofthepast]

The fact that the line "Stevie called me Buck" is from an OFFICIALLY PUBLISHED marvel book and not a fanfic, blows my mind every day.

[mandyyvibes]

7! for Stucky, please! :D 💙

7- stucky; a kiss to shut them up

“Did you know that the scientific name for mandarin oranges is Citrus Reticulata?”

Steve couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed with emotion and affection for the boy curled up next to him. This was the first Christmas morning since he lost his Ma, which was harder on him than he could ever put into words. But he’d woken up to the front door closing softly, and Bucky trying to be sneaky as he tiptoed in with a whole sack of oranges.

After a month of lamenting over how expensive they were, and gentle teasing about how they were going to get scurvy like pirates, Bucky had brought him oranges for Christmas.

Bucky had then climbed back into bed next to him, warming him better than fancy electric heat ever could, and started rambling off every relevant piece of trivia he knew.

“Are we gonna keep talking about the oranges, or are we gonna eat them?” Steve asked, voice muffled where he had his face resting against the top of Bucky’s hair. The smell of his hair product lingered despite the morning bedhead. It was a smell that Steve had come to associate with Bucky, despite the thousands of other men who probably smelled the same.

“I was trying to build the anticipation,” There was a coy smile in Bucky’s voice.

Steve sat up properly so that he could see the beautiful smile, and so he could retrieve an orange from the bag set at the foot of the bed and get to peeling.

Bucky looked like a damn angel with his white undershirt against sunshine-golden skin, dark hairs loose against his forehead. Steve found himself watching his lips as he spoke, not really processing what he was saying as he floated off into a hazy daydream, one where he could kiss sweet orange juice off of those soft pink lips.

“-from China, all the way on the other side of the world. I swear it’s true, I read it in a book. Are you listening, Stevie? Are you alright?”

Steve blinked and coughed a few times, out of habit more than any current ailment.

“Yeah, I’m alright.”

Steve’s bony fingers worked deftly across the orange peel in an attempt to remove it all in one piece, taking extra care over the parts that tried to stick, even though it made his joints ache.

Bucky was talking still, off the subject of oranges entirely, going on about some fantasy story that he had read recently. Steve’s tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them, then licking the tart and sticky substance off of his own fingers.

Bucky wrinkled his nose.

“Gross.”

“You’re gross,” Steve quipped back, pulling off a section of the orange and offering it to Bucky.

Bucky leaned forward to take it out of Steve’s hand with his teeth, eyes glinting in a way that knocked the wind out of Steve. His lips ghosted across Steve’s thumb and holy hell, they were softer than they looked.

Desire festered deep in Steve’s stomach, sending goosebumps across his arms. He quickly put another slice into Bucky’s mouth, recoiling his fingers quickly as if scared of Bucky’s lips.

“And in Chinese culture oranges represent good luck, and prosperity,” Bucky continued even around a mouthful of fruit. “Do you feel lucky yet?”

“I dunno,” Steve took a piece for himself, relishing in the burst of sweet citrus across his tongue. A stray droplet of juice ran down his chin.

Before he could move to wipe it away, Bucky’s hand was on his face. The work-calloused fingers were gentle against his pale skin.

Steve thought his heart might stop beating. He was going to go into cardiac arrest right then and there, and then Christmas would be ruined.

“Thanks, Buck.”

“Your face is red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”

Steve nearly choked. “I think I’m okay…my circulation. Or something. Probably.”

“Oh. Here,” Bucky pulled the blanket off of his own lap and draped it across Steve’s shoulders, already starting on another tangent. “Dad has to work today, but Mom wants to bring the girls over later, she’s bringing dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, huh? Alice is so big now, nearly as tall as you-“

“Buck,”

He just laughed, putting his hands up. “Okay, I won’t give you any crap about your size. But-“

“Buck,” Steve sighed, growing frustrated that he couldn’t get a word in. His annoyance and the way that Bucky’s plush lips formed a pretty, kissable pout had his stomach turning over.

“Stevie,” Bucky mimicked his breathless tone, nudging his knee affectionately. “I-“

“Shut up,” Steve groaned, and it felt like something finally broke within him. It was sort of like when he snapped and threw the first punch, except so much sweeter.

Before he could process what he was doing he was moving, placing both hands on Bucky’s bare shoulders and pulling him in. And then they were kissing fervently, and Bucky was making this delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat, lips parting to allow Steve’s tongue inside.

Steve knew that Bucky was a good kisser, had seen girls go weak in the knees from his kisses. He knew what he was doing, but he let Steve take the lead anyway. And if the noise that he was making was any indication, he didn’t mind sitting back and let Steve kiss him stupid. m

Steve sucked sticky orange juice off of Bucky’s bottom lip, and then sucked on it some more, only pulling away when it was visibly kiss-swollen and Bucky was breathing hard.

Steve sat back, putting some space between them, and slowly withdrew his hands, folding them in his lap. They shook with the adrenaline of it all.

“I…I’m gonna be insufferable if you’re gonna do that every time I piss you off,” Bucky managed finally, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide eyes. “Or was that your way of thanking me for the oranges?”

Steve felt so much lighter, knowing he could kiss Bucky, like he’d been carrying tension and he didn’t even realize it.

“Both, I guess. And merry Christmas,” Steve gave him a wide grin and leaned in once again to plant a peck on his flushed cheek.

[adhd-insomnia1]

Steve Rogers ….with a kid!?

Js some random stuff…I don’t know man. I got bored lol

You’re a kid from HYDRA who was put in ice years ago

He couldn’t leave you there or put you in foster care

so what did he do?

he adopted you, of course!

he brings you back to his small apartment in Brooklyn..

And gives you a new name, since a number won’t work for a sweet little kid.

at first he’s a little hesitant

because what does he know about raising a kid, let alone a traumatized one?

nothing

so naturally he buys a bunch of parenting books

and books on how to help traumatized children

then he and Bucky read them

Bucky is not very happy at first

he loves kids and all…

but he’s anxious about being a parent, obviously.

Raising any child is hard

even worse when they’re young and have seen horrible things.

but yk

captain America never gives up!

you have to live a kind of sheltered life

both because of Bucky and Steve.

bucky still has people who would like to hurt him, and naturally Steve does to.

But alas, they try to get you to do lots of things, Steve especially.

He’ll go to your games, events, whatever.

he loves you and he makes sure you know that, even if he’s gone for a long time.

You know most of the avengers

sometimes Natasha babysits you

you call her Aunty Nat

Sometimes you call her Стерва

Steve blames Bucky for that one

when he’s gone he makes up for all the missed time by doing things with you

taking you out for ice cream, going on a walk, drawing with you, reading you books and tucking you in at night

You know that he loves you, how can he not?

you’re his kid, even if not by blood by relationship

he’s your dad and he always will be.

Till the end of the line

(This one doesn’t end)

[ctrl-alt-bucky]

I love scrolling through Ghost fanfics on my timeline bc half of them are Ghost and Soap (and sometimes Daz) being idiots together and fighting like petty children and the other half is like

Ghost watches you DIE in his ARMS after he gets back from the WAR and he drinks himself almost to DEATH in your memory. He will N E V E R recover again !!!!!

And u get to the end and the author is like

"Teehee thx guys for reading!! :3 Tune in next week for the kinkiest shit you've ever read in ur life"

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

Gonna say this, log off Tumblr, and go find some grass to touch before I lose myself in the Discourse, but for the record the possibility that STUCKY is gonna get beaten out by a RPF slaveowner/deadbeat dad makes me want to spit teeth.

[sid-posts]

The villianification of women who “are in the way of” queer ships in fandom NEEDS to be stopped.

Because tell me why a fandom space creator I had previously admired told me Peggy Carter is actually a Nazi, and that’s why it doesn’t make sense for Steve to go back in time for her instead of staying with Bucky.

Instead of, you know, the fact that it erased literally all of Agent Carter as canon.

[bucky-boychik-barnes]

I think one of the hosts of This Week in Fandom History mentioned me as a Tumblr person without saying my name and I am screaming on the inside???