#40s bucky moodboard

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ life with sargent james barnes

[jamjjamm]

Steve & Bucky

[haravath0t]

⸝⸝ ʚ ⛸ ! ⌗ °• ⎯ೃ༄

𝟺𝟶𝚜!𝚋𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟺

"𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚠,

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞

𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝."

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the most handsome man in brooklyn is here to take you to the rink.

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

Neither of you could stop laughing, just like how no one could stop looking at you both in disbelief or in awe. The famously handsome Brooklyn man, James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, was holding someone. Not someone who everyone considered the “prettiest dame in town”, but you instead. Bucky didn’t give a damn about what they thought, frankly, for despite all the falls you’ve taken at his expense at the rink, all the desperate hand holding as you two glide on slippery ice, he was still very much seeing you as an angel that was sent from God himself.

He didn’t care whether your coat was slightly wet from falling on ice too much, or that your stockings were on the brink of being torn from hitting your knees, or that your once neatly styled hair began to become at its usual unkempt state. He just wished this moment was locked in his memory forever: having you in his arms, the two of you laying on the ice in the middle of the public skate rink after taking yet another fall for the umpteenth time.

“Oh my goodness!” You laugh. “I’m so sorry! I really thought I had it!”

How could he not smile from that genuine expression of glee? To him, your smile shines better than any damn tree topper on a christmas tree. Hell, it may light up all of Brooklyn if it were up to him.

“Oh don’t you worry now, doll. You know I’m going to catch ya every time.”

[intrepidacious]

masterlist – b. barnes

KEY: ♡ personal favourite | ✧ new additions

please note that my blog is rated 18+, minors dni or you will be blocked <3

✩ series

time after time [ongoing] ♡ ✧ ↳ time loops ; post tfatws ; angst with a happy ending | 60k+

After what starts out as a fairly normal mission, you find yourself stuck in a time loop. Which would already be bad enough in itself if it didn’t also mean having to watch Bucky die over and over again.

✩ one shots

insomnia ↳ fluff ; sharing a bed | 1.5k

It’s 5am, and for some reason, you just can’t fall asleep.

first date, last night ♡ ↳ 40s!bucky ; neighbors ; mutual pining | 5.5k

You were supposed to go on a date tonight, but Bucky just had to interfere. It doesn't make any sense, either. It's not like there's anything going on between the two of you.

baby, it's bad out there ↳ set during hawkeye | 9.8k

Your best friend Kate has always been good at attracting trouble and this time, it’s starting to become your problem, too. Then again, what’s Christmas in New York City without meet-cutes and gunfire?

not even a little ↳ modern au ; roommates | 5.7k

The problem of living with Bucky is that he makes it impossible not to fall in love with him. Even though you could list several hundred reasons why it's a bad idea. And you have.

heal me, baby ↳ nurse!reader ; hurt/comfort | 2.6k

Your friendship starts with you cleaning up his wounds and Bucky paying to get the blood stains out of your couch. Something else starts, too.

set me free ♡ ↳ 40s! bucky ; little mermaid retelling | 6.4k

Once upon a time, a soldier fell from a train. Thankfully, this time, he is found by gentle hands, and a beautiful voice keeps him safe from the cold.

↳ sequel headcanon: being understood

blind roads ↳ bonnie and clyde au ; implied smut ; fluff and angst | 4.4k

"I'm James Bucky Barnes. This is my charming fiancée. We rob banks." (or, the Bonnie and Clyde AU literally no one asked for.)

↳ bonus drabble: no plan b

every dream gone ↳ pure unadulterated angst ; canon-compliant | 3.2k

After the events of Winter Soldier, Bucky slowly realizes just how much he lost after his fall.

↳ bonus drabble: homecoming

almost believing ↳ friends to lovers ; fake dating for a mission | 5.4k

You and Bucky aren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. That doesn't mean you're getting out of having to pretend to be married for a mission.

a million summers ↳ college au ; childhood friends to lovers | 3k

Something shifts between you and Bucky when he comes back home from college.

about that night (the bugs and the dirt) ↳ witch!reader ; gothic vibes | 1.2k

You never talk about that night, and Bucky never asks. Even though he can’t help but suspect something is wrong.

✩ drabbles, blurbs and more

seven sentence drabbles (masterlist)

headcanons (masterlist)

moodboards (masterlist)

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[late-to-the-party-81]

The best laid plans...

AN: This silly little fic was written for @buckybarnesbingo Square C5: A picture of Bucky waiting against a wall, holding a gun. I hope you enjoy the sass and crack. Thanks to @drabbles-mc for cheerleading and beta-ing

Dividers by @firefly-graphics. Moodboard by me, with robot image by Rafael Amarante 

Master list| BBB Master list

Summary: Bucky and Nat had a date night planned, but you know what’s said about best laid plans?

Relationships: Established Bucky x Nat, Established Sam x Steve, Cap Quartet friendship.

Word Count: 2.4k

CW: Crack, Sass, Snark, Flirting, Innuendo, Swearing, Robots being smashed, a bad-guy getting his come-uppance, Sam and Steve are like a pair of horny teenagers, Bucky is done, Nat is always right.

Bucky came to a halt a few feet from the bunker entrance, his back pressed to the smooth, grey concrete with his assault rifle held in his right hand. Snowflakes swirled around him.  

This was not how he’d intended spending his Friday, but here he was. The bad-guys never had any respect for his plans, the bastards. Or rather his and Nat’s plans. Not that they’d had anything major organised, just a quiet night in, the pair of them, the cat’s, a box set, some wine and some blini’s. Maybe a little ‘something-something’ later on, if he played his cards right.

But, here he was, in the freezing cold - and god-knows he hated the cold for many legitimate reasons - waiting for the signal from Nat, before the pair of them stormed in to save Sam and Steve from whatever-the-fuck mess the pair of them had managed to get themselves in to. If Bucky recalled the briefing notes he’d skimmed over on the way here, it was robots of some sort. Which was better than aliens, and a one hundred percent improvement on wizards. That Strange guy gave him the willies, despite Tony’s assurance that his cough friend was on their side. He still wasn’t sold on Howard’s son’s judgement, despite the years that had passed since the ‘Siberia Incident’.

Robots, though - he could handle those. To steal a line from Bruce, with robots he could “smash”, and not feel bad. Not that he felt bad when he punched aliens. Or wizards. But robots were like Nazi’s. Not sentient in Bucky’s humble opinion.

He did briefly wonder how Steve and Sam had managed to get themselves captured, but that knowledge would wait for later. They’d probably got distracted from the mission because they were making out or something equally as stupid. They could at least keep the PDAs to a minimum in the field, like he and Nat did. Although he did get it - Steve could let himself be seen now, in a way he hadn’t been able to back in the day.  And Bucky wasn’t blind, Sam was an attractive man, even if he did act like a cocky dickhead about it ninety nine percent of the time.

“Stupid Steve and stupid Sam.” He hadn’t even realised he’d muttered under his breath until a slightly tinny voice sounded in his ear.

“Be nice, Yasha. They are our friends after all. Even if they did ruin our date night.”

Bucky’s lips twitched upwards at Nat’s admonishment. “Can you blame me, malyshka? I was looking forward to a night-in with my best girls. All cuddled up together, all cosy. Maybe a bit of kissing, a bit of…”

“Okay, cool it lover-boy. I don’t think Al and Liho would be appreciative of your kisses.”

Bucky’s smile broadened and he let a bit of ‘40’s’ into his voice. “Is that your way of saying that you would be?”

“I plead the fifth.” He could hear the smile in Nat’s voice. “Now, get ready. I’ve almost reached the East Entrance. We need to breach together.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, glad that Nat wouldn’t be able to see.

“Not my first time out, Natalia. Just because Steve likes to go in without a plan and Sam seems to have adopted his technique, doesn’t mean I’ve lost my sense of strategy. I’m ready on your mark. As always.”

“The way it should be. But James, don’t roll your eyes at me. You know how it annoys me when you’re passive aggressive. Now…breach!”

Bucky pushed away from the wall and kicked in the door. He rolled through the opening, coming to a halt on his knees, gun raised. 

There wasn’t anyone or anything there.

“No bogies here, Nat. You?”

“Nothing. It’s suspiciously quiet.”

Bucky rose to his feet and slung his rifle over his shoulder.

“I’ll work myself toward the centre and meet you there. First to find our disaster gays buys pizza.”

He heard Nat laugh over the comms, clear and unaffected. “You always make it so easy for me, kotenok.”

“Only because you’re easy for me.” Bucky couldn’t help but tease her. He could imagine the faint pink blush dusting her cheekbones about now. She was probably doing that cute nose wrinkle too.

“Bucky!” Nat hissed, but her tone didn’t hold any real censure.

“Okay, okay. I’m all business now. I promise. See you soon.”

Bucky pulled one of his knives from its sheath, gave it a cursory flip to check the balance, and then made his way toward the next door. If there was anything behind it, it would know Bucky was there - he hadn’t exactly been quiet when he’d come through the first door. He placed himself on the hinge side of the door, noting that this one opened towards him, and with a steadying breath, he pulled it open.

Immediately, laser blasts peppered the space Bucky would have been standing in if he’d opened the door like a normal person. He observed the rhythm of the shots for a few seconds, then rounded the door, his knife flying forward from his hand. There was a satisfying thunk, followed by a crash as the robot landed on the floor. Bucky walked towards the pile of metal, taking in its form as he pulled his knife from its ocular sensor. Why mad scientists had to mimic human biology by putting the CPU in the most obvious place constantly baffled him, but at least it made it easy.

He didn’t have long to ponder though. He heard a whirring noise and looked up to see four more robots bearing down on him. Sheathing his knife, Bucky unslung his rifle, holding it in his right hand. With his left he picked up the late robot to use as a shield. He felt the impact of the laser blasts, and peaked around the metal shell to aim his weapon. He squeezed the trigger, letting off three bullets at a time, and kept moving forward. One of the robots wouldn’t go down, so as Bucky approached it, he decided to use the one he was holding as a bludgeon. There was the screech of metal on metal, and the fizzing of wires as they broke, still sparking, then there was a pile of twisted steel on the floor. He opened his comms.

“Everything okay, sweetheart? I’ve had a few tin cans to deal with over here.”

“Doing fine, baby. Hang on…” Nat went silent for a moment, but Bucky knew it was just because she was concentrating. He heard the high-pitch whine of her Widow’s Bite deploying, followed by a hollow clang sound and then she was back. “How many have you taken out?”

Bucky looked around him.

“Five.”

“Ha! Six. I’m winning.”

“Malyshka, our competition isn’t about numbers, remember?” Bucky drawled, letting a small amount of condescension into his voice.

“Yours might not be, but mine is.” God, he loved this woman. She challenged him everyday and he couldn’t get enough.

“Always gotta be the winner, huh?”

“No ‘gotta’ about it. Just ‘am’, kitten.” He could see her smirk in his head. She was probably coyly twisting a lock of hair around her finger as she spoke as well. “Now, I gotta get into that next room.”

The comm line went quiet again and Bucky smiled to himself as he thought about all the ways he was gonna worship her when they got home. After he’d torn a strip off Steve and Sam for being idiots. However, he had to find them first.

He wasn’t surprised to discover more robots as he entered the next area of the bunker. They weren’t too difficult to deal with, especially considering how frustrated Bucky was feeling. A couple of laser shots grazed his jacket, the burning leather smell filling his nose unpleasantly. A replacement jacket was definitely coming out of Steve’s pocket.

Six more robots lay in a sparking, dented mess on the floor, but he just walked around them, moving forward. It was only a minute until he came upon a bulkhead door, the mechanism for opening it on his side. Bucky could also see that the door was dented, hit from the inside in what he assumed was an attempt to open it from the other side by someone exceedingly strong. It would take a lot to deform it like that.

“If you’re not behind this door, Steve”, Bucky muttered under his breath, “I’m gonna kill you.” He reshouldered his rifle and grabbed hold of the bulkhead wheel. It was tightly closed and the metal groaned under Bucky’s hands as he turned it. “Fuck Sam and fuck Steve, idiotic, stupid idiots.” He didn't know exactly what he was going to find when he got in there, but he wasn’t too worried. They might have some scrapes and bruises, at the worst be unconscious, but they were tough and no two-bit robot maker was going to get the best of them. Not for long anyway. 

The catch on the door fully opened and Bucky pulled it ajar. He slipped through but came to a dead halt at what he saw. This was definitely not what he expected to find. In fact, he was so taken aback that he didn’t notice the door swinging shut behind him, until he heard the clunk.

Sam and Steve leapt apart. Steve’s short blond hair was sticking up all over the place, evidence of Sam’s fingers having been threaded through it. Both their lips were kiss swollen, and their chests were heaving. Steve pulled the shield across his lap. Sam just used his hands to cover his crotch.

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose and screwed his eyes shut. “Really, guys? You get stuck in the lair of a mad robot inventor, so you just end up making out like teenagers?” Steve flushed, his ears going bright pink, but Sam just gave Bucky a grin.

“What can I say, man. Stevie boy can’t keep his hands off me, even when we’re in mortal danger.”

Steve shot Sam a glare. “It wasn’t like that. We tried to get out, but the doors were too thick, and glass didn’t want to break either.” Steve waved over to the far wall, which was half glass, and appeared to have some kind of observation room on the other side. There was a door in that wall too, as equally as dented as the one Bucky had come through, giving credence to Steve’s story that they’d at least attempted to get out before getting bored and starting to get handsy with each other. “We knew you’d come when we didn’t check in, so we were just waiting. But you’re here now.”

“Unfortunately, though,” Sam drawled, “Because you let that door shut behind you, we’re now all stuck.”

“As long as you two don’t start sucking face again.” Bucky made a gagging noise.

“No chance of that, Bucko. Don’t you know that cyborgs kill the mood,” Sam fired back.

Bucky raised an eyebrow and cocked his hip. “Nat doesn’t seem to think so.” He held up his left hand and wiggled his fingers, the vibranium plates clinking and servos whirring. “In fact she…”

“...Would most likely kill you for having this conversation.” Steve cut him off. “And speaking of Nat…”

Steve pointed into the observation room, where the door into it had burst open and a man in a white lab coat and goggles was staggering through it, a very angry Russian redhead sat atop his shoulders. Nat rained blows down onto the man's face before doing her patented twisty thing where she spun herself down and hurled the guy across the room by his neck. He crashed into a table which had various electronics and tools across it, and didn’t get up. Nat, of course, landed on her feet and tossed her hair back. At that moment, Bucky didn’t think he could love her more.

Nat walked over to the control panel, a swagger in her steps. She peered down at it for a few moments and then pressed a button. The door to the side of the glass opened with a creak and Nat sauntered over and pushed it further open.

“I win, kotenok.” 

Bucky reached in a few long strides and, in an uncharacteristic display of public affection, wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her close.

“How do you figure that, sweetheart? I was obviously here first, and we haven’t done the final count of robots dispatched.” He smiled down at her and brushed a stray lock of hair back from her face.

“But I took out him,” she jerked her head in the direction of the felled robot creator, “and you got yourself trapped in with Dumb and Dumber over there. I think that means I can rightly claim the win.”

Somewhere behind them, Sam shouted out “Hey!” but both Bucky and Nat ignored him.

“You think, do you? I’m not sure I agree.” Bucky’s lips twisted up into an amused smile and Nat reached up and bopped her finger against the tip of his nose.

“Of course you don’t agree. You’re always wrong, Yasha. Now, let’s get home and you and I can try and salvage the rest of date night. You owe me a pizza.” She slipped effortlessly from his hold and spun away. Bucky looked over his shoulder at Steve and Sam and shrugged his shoulders, as if to say ‘what are you gonna do?’ and followed in her wake, picking up their unconscious captive and throwing him over his shoulder on the way.

They got outside and as they neared the two jets Bucky looked over at Nat, silent communication passing between them. She jogged towards the jet they’d arrived in for their rescue mission and Bucky peeled off toward the one that Sam and Steve had used. He jogged up the ramp ahead of his friends, and as he reached the top he pressed the ramp close button and dumped the robot maker on the floor.

“Um, Buck… What are you doing?” Steve called out to him through the narrowing gap. Bucky grinned back. “It’s only a two hour flight back to the compound. Surely you can wrap your legs around your boyfriend for that long.” He shot a wink at their outraged faces as the ramp closed and then whistled to himself as he made his way to the cockpit. 

Childish? Yes. Worth it? Absolutely.

Bucky sat down in the pilot’s seat, put the headphones on and switched to his and Nat’s private comms channel as he started the jet up.

“So, malyshka, what do you want on your pizza?”

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[book-dragon-13]

Fun Moodboards

Cowboy Hal

Fantasy Nick

40s Bucky

Merman Bucky

Cottage core Hal

Greek God Nick

Werewolf Nick

Mobster Bucky

D&D Half-Elf Ranger Hal

Fae Charles

[clawdee]

Hi hi! Remnants?

OH OH OH OH

OK. So when I made my new fanfic blog after getting my account back, it was for the 2 ideas I had, CYFMH - my Din fic, and then Androniki - my Bucky fic. Fucking neither are up yet LMAO (and I haven't even started on Androniki outside of brainstorming)

BC the idea for Remnants took over me.

It is my first Joel fic, and it is written with a Reader coded OC. Meaning, I don't really describe Alexis' looks in any way - besides that she's a little thick (she's in her 40s and had a child - and I wanted her that way), and use various women with different skin tones and hair types in the moodboards. But she has a full name, a family, a history, etc.

But I just had this idea of Joel and Alexis hooking up pre-outbreak, and then finding each other 20 years later post-outbreak. THEN I saw photos of SUPER young Pedro on pinterest, and my mind just 💡💡💡💡💡 'haha what if lexi had a son that looked just like Joel?? Haha wouldn't it be funny if Tommy knew them first? He'd be such a shit about it' uh, and then it snowballed! Remnants was essentially supposed to be 2-3 parts at first, and it grew to 7 (with a fun halloween smut thrown in) and I even thought about what would happen if TLOU2 happened in this universe 🫣🫣

As for the name - my mind was just trying to think of something from the past - something coming back, and the word 'Remnants' jumped out at me. Remnant literally means something left over; a remainder/A surviving trace = Henry.

TY for taking the time to send this in and let me babble 🫶🫶🫶

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

40′s Bucky || Don't do anything stupid until I get back.

[pinkiebieberpie]

Camera roll: Your dating Bucky Barnes during the 40's

I LOVE 40s BUCKY 🥺🥺🥺 i need more 40s!bucky content in my life.

pov: your camera roll if you were dating bucky barnes during the 40s

[buckysouvenir]

　　　　　　　40s bucky barnes and bookstore owner lover.

[bvccy]

𝟒𝟎𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝

[treatbuckywkisses]

—inspired by @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare and her stupidly beautiful magical story Set Me Free

[ruckystarnes]

Title: One More Dance - A Unkept Promises Drabble Author: Ruckystarnes Characters: Bucky Barnes, OFC - Hazel Hamilton Words: 2,491 Rating: G Warnings:  Floof Written for: @anyfandomgoesbingo | @flufftober Prompt/Square: N4: Mistaken for a Couple | Day 21: Kiss for Good Luck

Unkept Promises Master List

Hazel didn’t want to look at Bucky as he led her on the dance floor; she was afraid her anger would be melted away by his charming smile and bright eyes. She was angry at him for joining the war that had nothing to do with him, even though she had volunteered to help in France at their hospitals, but that was because she trusted Bucky to be there to keep an eye on Steve so he wouldn’t do the very thing that Bucky had done.

“C’mon Hamilton, you can’t stay mad about something that can’t be changed,” Bucky stated, his hand leaving her waist to twirl her outwards only to bring her back towards him. She lost control and her body crashed into his softly as his hand returned to her, his fingers splayed across her back. She shook her head to rid the few blonde strands that flew into her face, annoyed that some had stuck to her lipstick. Before she could, Bucky’s hand dropped hers and gently removed them from her lips, brushing them back. 

“I can and I will, James.” She meant her words to be seething, showing her disdain for his actions, but it came out as a whisper. His hand found hers again and began swaying her around as the music changed to a slower tempo. He still held her close to him, something that made her cheeks burn and she hoped he would think it was more of her being angry at him than the bashful feeling she had.

“Aw, Haze, don’t be like this,” he replied and she could feel his fingers flex at her back, “Steve will be fine.”

“You promised to watch out for him while I’m in France. I leave in four days,” she replied heatedly, eyes narrowing. “James, you and I promised Sarah to look after him. Who’s going to do that if we are both away from New York?”

“He’s eighteen, Haze, that’s an adult.”

“But he gets into fights and if we are both gone, who is going to patch him up, hm? Do you think you could ask Becca to do that, give her that responsibility? Or your mother?” 

“You know if I ask, Ma would take care of him,” he replied, “she treats Steve like a son like how Sarah treated you like a daughter.”

Before Hazel could retort, a young redhead walked up and tapped Bucky on the shoulder. “Mind if I cut in?” he asked, his eyes shifting to Hazel with a glint that made her crinkle her nose ever-so slightly. She didn’t know that Bucky saw the small motion but his response was welcome.

“Nah, I think she’s good with me, pal,” he smiled and spun so the young man was behind her. She didn’t see the redhead make a gesture to Bucky nor did she hear him mumble any of the words that Bucky could hear because she was giggling slightly too much.

“Enjoying yourself Hamilton?” Bucky asked, looking down at her with a cocked grin. 

“I would have danced with him,” she managed out, sighing with a smile.

“Oh sure, and your nose scrunch wasn’t you feeling any bit uncomfortable about dancing with him.”

“You made it seem like we are a couple, which we are far from,” she quickly whispered, her eyes darting around the room. She noticed Steve and Becca were dancing, which made her smile slightly before she saw the redhead again.

“So what? Embarrassed to have people think we are together, Hamilton?” 

Hazel fought the urge to cuff him on the back of the head, the way Sarah used to do when she found out he and Steve were up to no good. 

“No,” she ground out, eyes narrowing at him, “more like you go out of your way to make sure I stay single for some reason.”

“Nah, just want to make sure you aren’t wasting time with the wrong guy.”

“And what was wrong with this one?” She tried to step back, pulling her hand from his, but he held her firmly to him, his hand gripping hers.

“He’s not your type,” he replied matter-of-factly.

“You don’t know my type.”

“It’s not that.”

“Fine,” she rolled her eyes, “What is my type, James? Hm?”

“Not him.” He smirked at her as he spun her.

She had enough of his cocky self and pulled her hand from his and started to stalk towards the coat room. She could feel him following her, his footfalls in sync with hers.

“Just leave me alone, James,” she sighed.

“Anyone ever told ya that you roll your eyes loudly?” She could hear the smirk in his voice. 

Hazel tried hard to keep herself from turning around as she got her coat, pulling it on as she made her way towards the door. She had had enough with Bucky ruining any chance she had with a guy, even if it was just dancing. A part of her felt horrible for leaving Steve at the dance hall with Becca, but she needed air, and possibly a cigarette, the latter she had back in her apartment.

“C’mon Hamilton, I’m just joshin’ with ya,” he stated, his hand resting on her shoulder. 

She rounded on him, her hand brushing away his before resting on her hip, the other pointing a finger at him. “I am tired of you acting like I need saving from every single man in Brooklyn,” she stated heatedly. “He just wanted a dance. A dance, James. It wasn’t like he was asking me to marry him.”

Bucky was about to say something but she pressed her finger to his lips, eyes narrowed. “Here’s the thing, Barnes. I don’t want to be an old maid that all the kids make fun of in ten years. I want to find a guy, settle down, and have a few kids. But you and Steve make that very hard to do.” She turned away again, walking down the street towards their apartments, with all purposes to end the discussion. To her dismay, he followed her.

“Haze, stop,” Bucky pleaded with her.

“Leave me alone, James,” she groaned, rounding the corner.

Again, his hand rested on her shoulder, fingers curling slightly to dig into her coat to stop her in her tracks. “I can scream,” she seethed as she tried to pull out of his grasp, but he didn’t let go. “James, let me go,” she stated firmly, her threat dying as she reached up, trying to loosen his grip. He had a way of wearing her down, to get her to cave to his demands and ploys. She turned towards him, his fingers finally letting go of her coat, but his hand remained on her.

“I’m sorry, Haze.” His voice was low, eyes soft, a look that Hazel knew too well, but it still was a weakness of hers. “Can I at least walk you home? Ma would kill me if I let anything happen to you.” He tipped his hat downward with his free hand, head bobbing down as to hide the blush creeping up from his neck to his cheeks.

“She won’t kill you,” Hazel sighed, her hand coming up to his and taking it from her shoulder. “She didn’t when you told her you were joining the fight.” 

“Oh, I got a good tongue lashing for it, but she conceded that I was an adult and I could do as I pleased. Besides, you know it would be different if my Pa was still alive.”

Hazel nodded, knowing full well that if George was alive today, Bucky wouldn’t be joining the army unless the government threatened him with arrest. He was a nice man when he wasn’t staring down a liquor bottle, which had caused his ultimate end. Bucky took a lot of beatings from his father to keep his sisters and Winifred safe. 

She opted to change the subject as George Barnes was still a wound that was fresh. “I still don’t like that you are leaving Steve without anyone,” she countered. “He doesn’t listen to me.” 

“Hamilton, at this time of my life, I swear you’re just going to be mad at me regardless of what is going on and what I say,” Bucky grunted, looking down at where she still had a gentle hold on his hand.

“I’m not always angry with you,” she retorted, dropping his hand to cross her arms in front of her, her brows knitting together.

“You are mad at me because I joined the army,” Bucky stated, ticking his one finger with the other, “and I apparently am ruining your love life.” He ticked another finger.

“You make it a point to them that I’m unavailable ever since Robbie McGraw asked me out ten years ago.”

“Robbie McGraw was an egg.”

“What about Greg Shacklehoff?”

“Wet sock.”

“Nick Graves?”

“Greaseball.”

“Marcus Stanslowski, Henri Leferenz, John Katz?”

“Twit, grifter, scrub.”

Hazel didn’t hold back and swatted him in the arm several times as she pursed her lips. “You’re a scrub, you twit.” Her hits weren’t hard, but the continuous hits did sting her hand. She waved it as she stepped back, practically growling under her breath.

“You know, Becca told me once that you scare off guys that want to date her. I’m not your sister, James. Steve’s either. I can take care of myself and I am allowed to make mistakes with guys and my life.” She started to walk down the street, feeling him next to her as they made their way towards their building.

“I don’t see you as my sister,” he replied softly, his hand brushing against hers briefly. Hazel looked at him, his face as shaded by the street lights and the fedora he wore.

“And what do you see me as?”

He didn’t look at her, but nodded at the older couple they passed and murmured a ‘good evening’ to them. Hazel could hear the older lady say what a lovely couple they were to her beau, and she knew Bucky heard it too. She could feel heat rise in her body, her mind yelling at her to stop, reasoning that she and Bucky would never be more than friends. 

“You’re my friend,” he replied after another minute passed, “you and Steve—you two know more about me than Ma does.”

“I doubt Winifred doesn’t know everything,” she scoffed, “Mothers know things about their children when the children think their mothers don’t know.”

“Possibly,” Bucky hummed, his hand stretching out to let her round the narrowing corner before him. They walked in silence until they were a block away from their building.

“I’m sorry, Hazel,” Bucky stated, offering his arm to her as they crossed the street. Bucky using her actual name took her back a bit; it was something he rarely ever called her, settling for her last name or the awful ‘Haze’. She didn’t press him about  why he was apologizing, knowing he wouldn’t give her an answer.

“It’s alright,” she replied, looping her arm through his. She walked with him to the building, her body, again, heating up at the slight intimate gesture. She didn’t let go of his arm as they walked up the stairs with no further conversation, until they got to the apartment she shared with Steve.

“Thank you,” she smiled slightly, knowing Sarah would come back from the dead to poke her in the ribs if she didn’t thank Bucky for escorting her home. She pulled her arm away, a part of her body wanting the closeness not to end; she blamed it on the fact she was leaving in four days, and she wasn’t sure if or when she would ever see Bucky again.

“Breakfast tomorrow?” he asked, his voice soft as he removed his hat. A brown lock fell forward, curling on his forehead. 

“Are you taking me out or implying you’re eating my cooking?” she asked, a small chuckle mixed with her words. She resisted the urge to brush the lock away from his forehead, but she liked the disheveled look that he usually sported during the day.

“You don’t mind?” he asked, the corner of his mouth tugging upwards.

“Never,” she smiled, “bacon, eggs, and toast. See you at seven?”

“Sounds good,” he replied. 

Even with the set plan, neither moved to go to their own apartments. The two of them shifted and looked at each other, both seemingly to have words to say but unable to to say them. Hazel bit her lower lip before looking down between them, their toes pointing at each other. She took a deep breath before looking back up at him, her eyes focusing on the lock of hair still curled over his forehead.

“Just promise to come back alive after all of this?” she whispered, her hand moving slightly upwards, but she pulled it back before she did something that crossed a line.

Bucky gave her his trademark smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes like it normally did. “For you, Hamilton, I’ll try my damndest.” 

Hazel silently chuckled, shaking her head. “See you in the morning then.” And before she could stop herself, she leaned forward onto her toes, and kissed his cheek ever-so slightly. When her heels touched the ground again, she looked down at the ground, her face heated with embarrassment at what she had done She expected Bucky to make fun of her for it. But when she brought herself to look at him again, his fingers were touching the spot where her lips had touched his skin, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“Wh–what was that for?” he asked, his voice light and dream-like.

Hazel felt her heart hammer in her chest, her body heating uncomfortably as her mind raced to come up with the reason for the gesture.

“Um, for—good luck,” she managed out, her eyes finding his again. “In case I forgot to tell you that before we part.”

He gave her a small smile, and she could see red creeping up his neck again. “Well, thanks, Haze. I’ll see you in the morning. I figure Steve and Becca should be home soon. How much do you want to bet that he gets into a fight?”

She couldn’t help but smile at how he had eased the awkward moment into something familiar.

“Want to join me for a smoke before they get home? I won’t tell Winifred,” she offered, turning to unlock her door.

“If you don’t mind my company,” he smiled and followed her into her apartment, heading to the large window that she usually sat by while having a cigarette. She could hear Bucky in the kitchen drawer, finding the matches and the pack of Lucky Strikes before joining her. He handed her the green pack, a cigarette already between his lips. He had his lit and offered the half burning match to her when she pulled out a cigarette for herself.

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✩ upcoming wips

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i haven't been posting a lot lately because i'm a slow writer and life has been kicking my butt but i've wanted to let you take a peek at what i've been cooking up in the background!!

what little attention i have at the moment has been going into time after time but there's a lot of ideas constantly swirling around in my head and i've wanted a place to put some of them. shockingly, these aren't even all of my wips. yeah, i know.

this is just a snapshot of the most prominent fic ideas i've been working on at the moment which means that plots and especially titles might still get changed. also i'm not committing to any sort of schedule with these so keep that in mind :')

please feel free to ask questions about any and all of these and i'll do my best to answer <3

✩ one shots

a smile that cold - ransom drysdale x f!reader - au inspired by daphne du maurier's rebecca - (well, mostly by its musical adaptation, which is great) - i'm going full gothic/seasonally spooky vibes in this one - tropes: widower remarries, mystery, dark-ish (well, there's murder), perhaps a hint of spice - status: mostly done, but still missing a chunk in the middle

to home afar - bucky barnes x freader - the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society au - (oh yes we're going there) - i love this book and this au so much but i just haven't had the time to focus on it - tropes: 40s!bucky, dad!bucky, writer!reader, one (1) broken engagement, fitzsimmons appearance, hints of epistolary storytelling, pen pals to friends to lovers - status: about halfway done, still missing some connective tissue

all that's been (and all that won't) - bucky barnes x f!reader - buffy the vampire slayer au - tropes: slayer!reader, vampire hunter!bucky, friends to lovers, inspired by me rereading all the vampire knight manga so if you know those you'll see the twist coming, canon-typical violence - status: conception phase, some scenes written

stay here forever - 40s!bucky barnes x f!reader - a continuation of first date, last night - this was a plan ever since i posted that story and yet - tropes: friends to lovers, mutual pining resolved, tfa!bucky, kinda angsty, will probably get another part … - status: mostly written, missing connective tissue

just for spite - bucky barnes x witch!reader - originally inspired by a moodboard by @treatbuckywkisses - this has been sitting in my drafts for an embarrassingly long time - might end up being a collection of loosely connected one shots - tropes: post tfatws!bucky, practical magic vibes, there's a cat, slow burn? maybe? - status: first part done, some more scenes written

death becomes him - steve rogers x grim reaper!reader - inspired by a mix of meet joe black, elisabeth (the musical, not the movie), the fairy tale godfather death, and the show dead like me - this is such a weird idea and i need to write it so bad - tropes: canon-compliant-ish, slow burn, artist!steve, will probably include time jumps, dark-ish for obvious reasons - status: random scenes written

tomorrow - steve rogers x reader - inspired by the river song storyline in doctor who - (yes you read that right) - i love using my most random au ideas for steve, i think this works so well and i'm so excited about it - tropes: opposing timelines, kind of slow burn kind of established relationship, goes through steve's entire mcu timeline - status: scenes written, writing time shenanigans is tiring if that's all you do though :')

ghost light - lighthouse keeper!steve rogers x reader - (yeah) - this one is so random but i cannot stop thinking about it - tropes: retired!steve, maybe a little angsty but it's fine really, either writer!reader or barista!reader - status: vibes and like two paragraphs

mirror's image - endings, beginnings!frank x reader - fic based on "why'd you only call me when you're high" by the arctic monkeys - tropes: fwb, drug consumption, angst and spice, idk if this will have a happy ending or not - status: about one third done

✩ series / AUs

dear heart, it's me - anthology based on the amazing devil's album "the horror and the wild" - listen for vibes 😌 - will probably posted for a milestone celebration - pairings include: stucky, bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff x reader, wanda maximoff x reader, jefferson x reader, steve harrington x reader (more tbd) - status: one fic stuck in revision, three more started, real excited for one additional one atm

nothing else will do - continuation/expansion of my rewritten drabble - think medieval-ish fantasy vibes, once upon a time with some princess bride thrown in there - pairings include: outlaw/pirate!steve rogers x reader, knight!bucky barnes x reader - status: lots of daydreaming and some random scenes put onto paper

occupy my brain - continuing these two drabbles - ransom drysdale x reader - there will be at least two more chapters but i am aiming to keep this one short and sweet - status: it’s more or less planned out, if only someone would finish writing it down that’d be great

come fly with me - introducing my pilot!bucky au!! - i’m not sure where it came from either but i’m having fun and it grew out of my control fast - series of connected one shots within the same universe - (i also have plans for sam and steve with this one!!) - status: not a priority rn, but i have a couple of ideas floating around my brain

read you like a book - library au!! - you’ve already been introduced to this universe’s bucky and steve and i love them dearly - status: again, not a priority at the moment but they’re coming

something bout you - beloved - ngl returning to this one is probably gonna hurt but i still want it to exist - college au steve rogers x reader - this is my childhood friends fake dating au that i made up for ren - status: hopefully i will return to this one day after tat is done

i feel awkward tagging people in this but do feel free to reblog this and do tell me about your favourites lmao okay have a nice weekend 🫶🏼

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a drabble request for you -

soft dark!sugar relationship with Bucky Barnes. who is giving sugar is up to you 😌

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AN: Well, apparently I can’t drabble! And Amber, please forgive me the ending - you’ll know when you read it. Kisses!

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Summary: You want Bucky as your sugar-baby. You've just got to find the right way to get him to agree to it.

Relationship: College Bucky x Soft!Dark! Professor Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

CW: Sugar Baby relationship, Manipulation, Dub-Con (Reader gets Bucky drunk on top of the manipulation) Age gap (Bucky early 20’s, Reader in 40’s), Power Imbalance, Explicit Sexual Content (Oral sex, Pussy Job/Grinding, Unprotected P in V sex, Mommy Kink, thoughts about future BDSM relationship, collaring and impact play)

The entrees hadn’t even been placed on the table when your date started to squirm in his seat. You stifled your sigh but still raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong, James? You’re wriggling like a toddler.”

He looked at you, sea blue eyes wide and a delightful flush working its way up his neck. His pink tongue snuck out and swiped over his lips, and you had to squeeze your thighs together just thinking about what that tongue would hopefully be doing soon.

“I…um… the thing is that… I….” He stopped, took a deep breath in, then let it out in a rush. “Idon’tthinkIcandothis.”

Before he could bolt, you reached across the tablecloth and took hold of his hand, rubbing your thumb back and forward over his wrist and shooting him your sweetest smile.

“Just breathe, James. Okay? We’re just two friends having dinner together. And if that’s all it is, that’s all it is. Let’s enjoy ourselves and then discuss… other things… later.”

He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and gave you a small nod, settling back in his seat. Just in time, actually, as the waiter arrived with your orders.

As the young, attractive man opposite you started to eat, you observed him over the rim of your wine glass. You’d first noticed Bucky when you were changing lecture halls between classes. You weren’t one of his professors, but your departments were situated in the same building. Not being his professor made what you wanted easier - you weren’t in a position of power to affect his grades. Okay, it was still a bit morally grey, but you could live with that. And what you wanted was him.

Men your age bored you. They thought the world owed them, they were completely self-absorbed, and none had the stamina to keep up with you. When you’d seen Bucky, you’d known he was the one. Being that bit younger, that bit more naive and innocent, you’d be able to mould him into the perfect lover, the perfect partner.

Last week you’d found him, distraught, out the back of the college coffee shop where he worked in order to afford his tuition. You’d overheard him talking to a coworker and fellow student a few days earlier about how there was an issue with his credit score and how he was going to have to pick up extra shifts to make ends meet. But that day, when he’d been at his lowest ebb, he’d allowed you to hug him as he told you that the till system was showing irregularities during some shifts, and the only common denominator was him, so he’d been let go.

You’d let him get it all out, held him in your embrace, there between the dumpsters, on the back steps. You made a promise to yourself then - the next time he cried in front of you, it would be from the pleasure you were giving him.

“I don’t know what I’m gonna do, Prof. I could try to get another job, but they’re not likely to work my shifts around my classes or pay as well… and it’s not like I have many other skills either.”

You’d stroked your hand down his cheek, feeling the scratch of his stubble on your palm.

“Oh, James - can I call you James? You’ve got plenty of other skills you can use.”

You’d leant forward, getting closer to him.

“And people would pay for those skills. I would pay for those skills. And for exclusivity. You wouldn’t need to worry again about your tuition fees.”

His lips had parted as he took in what you said, and you couldn’t resist taking a kiss from him. He’d made a little whimper, and you’d drunk it in.

“Meet me for dinner on Saturday night, 8pm, at the little Italian just off campus. We can have a nice couple of hours getting to know each other and then talk about how we can reach a mutually beneficial arrangement, alright?”

He’d nodded at you, still somewhat in shock about the whole turn of events, and you gave him another kiss, on the cheek this time, before sashaying away.

Now, here you were, and despite what Bucky had just blurted out, the fact that he’d turned up said more than he thought it did. His feet may be a little cold, but it was obvious he wasn’t disgusted or completely morally against your proposal; he just needed a little… persuasion. It’s a good job that you’ve never been one to shy away from a challenge.

You put your all into your campaign. You asked him about himself, how his course was going, watching as he got more and more animated as he relaxed into a topic he was comfortable with. Then you started flirting, a double entendre here, a suggestive look there. He jumped when your foot rubbed up against his leg under the table but soon settled again, especially when you topped up his wine. The poor thing was used to cheap beer, not an expensive Beaujolais, and soon you knew the flush on his cheeks was from the alcohol and not his nerves.

Before dessert came, while he was in the bathroom, you rearranged your chair so it was now next to his, as opposed to across. He did a brief double-take upon his return but said nothing. Nor did the waiter when he delivered your sweets. 

You offered Bucky a taste of yours, feeding him a portion off of your fork. You watched his eyes close in sugar-induced bliss and once again had to ignore the pooling of heat in your core. When he returned the favour, feeding you a piece of his cheesecake off his fork, you leant towards him and rested your hand on his upper thigh. You had to stifle a little smirk at the squeak he let out. When you sat back up, you didn’t remove it, continuing to eat your dessert one-handed and, every so often, giving the firm muscle under his slacks a brief massage.

He was tipsy when it came time to leave, and it didn’t take a lot of persuading on your part to convince him to come up to your apartment ‘for a coffee’. You sat close to him on your sofa, drawing invisible designs on his thigh with your finger while he watched, somewhat stupefied. Hormones and alcohol - such a potent mix, especially for the young.

“Would it be so bad, James? To have me take care of you? We’re two consenting adults, after all.”

You leaned in, purring in his ear, your fingers working higher and higher up his leg. 

“Do you find me attractive, James? Just think, as an older woman, I’m more adventurous. And I know how to satisfy a man. I know just how to touch…” Your fingers walked over the bulge at his crotch, and he shuddered but didn’t pull away. “... and how to kiss…” You teased him with your lips, just brushing them across his, enticing him into returning the intimacy and then ducking away, leaving him wanting.

“You just have to say yes, James. One little word. Three letters. Say yes, and not only won’t you have to worry about money anymore, but you also get to enjoy yourself. My appetites are voracious, but an active young man such as yourself should have no trouble keeping up.”

You kissed him properly then, opening your mouth to him, drawing him closer with your free hand. You massaged his erection through his pants and knew you’d won when he cupped your face with one hand and groped at your breasts with the other. 

“I need the word, baby. Just say it, and you can have what you want. I’ll take care of you.”

“I do! I want it. I want you. Yes. Yes!”His voice was breathy and slightly rough, giving you a thrill of anticipation.

Things progressed quickly thereafter. You stripped him down and pushed him onto your bed as you took your own clothes off in a strip tease. He watched, entranced, propped up on his elbows.

His cock, long and thick and utterly delicious looking, was so hard it was standing away from his abs. You approached the bed, standing between his thighs. You took hold of him with one hand, then lent down and swiped your tongue up his entire length. Bucky moaned, his eyes rolling back and arms collapsing under him. You teased him for a few more minutes, learning the feel and taste of him, weighing his balls in your hand, listening to his moans and whimpers. You wanted the main prize, however, and drew away so you could crawl up his body and straddle his hips. 

He reached for you immediately, eyes wide with lust, and you bent over to meet his kiss. Your bodies rubbed against each other, his impressive cock nestled between your folds, sliding through your slick. He whined into your mouth, desperate and needy, before breaking the kiss so he could suckle on your breasts. You cupped the back of his head with your hand, holding him in place as you ground against him. You cried out as you came, soaking him with your arousal.

One orgasm was not enough for you; you hadn’t been lying when you told him your appetite was voracious. You lifted your hips, took hold of him and then slowly sank down. He slid easily into your sopping pussy, your muscles relaxed from your recent high, and it was little work to take him to the hilt. Settled, you gripped him hard and watched him shudder.

“Ohhh, fuck!”

“You like that, baby? You like me taking control of you, using you? Told you you’d enjoy it.”

You rolled your hips and started to ride him, gripping his firm pectorals for balance. You let out your own moan as you felt his cock rubbing against your insides. It felt so very good. Using your thighs, you began fucking yourself on him, bouncing up and down, your tits back in his face. He groped and kissed them, and you revelled in the feelings washing over you.

“That’s a good boy. Fuck. You have the most perfect cock. Making me so happy. You want to make me happy, don’t you?”

He nodded against your breasts, sucking an engorged nipple back into his mouth. Your fingers twisted in his hair and he sucked harder, his hips starting to move on their own, pistoning up into your fluttering cunt.

“I’ll look after you, James, take away all the pesky decision-making, all the stress, all the worry, and you can get this, any time you want. You’ll be my angel boy, my baby.”

You wanted, needed one last thing from him, and you had hopes that with the state he was in; vulnerable, horny, and slightly drunk, it would work.

“And if you’re my baby, what does that make me?”

You stopped moving and pulled his head back so that he let go of your breast and looked up at you. His face was slack, some drool at the corner of his mouth, cheeks pink, and eyes wide and dark. You pulsed your cunt around his cock.

“What. Do. You. Call. Me?”

“Mommy?” His voice was small, somewhat hesitant.

You started to gently rock your hips again and stroked his hair.

“Yes, James. I’m Mommy. Now, if you keep fucking me with that dick of yours and make me cum again, then you can cum, okay? You wanna keep playing with Mommy’s tits?”

He answered by immediately nuzzling back in, licking and sucking and biting, and you went back to riding him, knowing that it wouldn’t be long until you came. Everything had come together as you envisaged. Bucky had just needed a couple of little nudges, and now he was yours. You couldn’t wait to start training him properly to be your good boy. The thought of him wearing the collar you had stashed away in your draw brought you closer to the edge. The follow-up thought of him bent over the footstool, ass all pink from a spanking, his cock hard and dribbling, pushed you over it.

“Fuck, James. God! Yes. You can cum now, baby. Cum for Mommy!” Your hips jerked as your muscles spasmed, pleasure lancing through your body. Bucky let out a series of moans and cries as he succumbed to his own pleasure, his cock pulsing inside you and filling you with his cum.

Bucky collapsed on the bed, and you lay yourself over him, your bodies heaving and sweaty. With gentle fingers, you pushed a lock of his hair off his forehead as he lay panting, eyes closed. He really was the most beautiful young man. You were thankful for the day you bumped into him.

Your eyes were drawn across the room, where your staff pass lay on your desk. Head of Cyber Studies. You’d worked for years in your field, practical as well as theoretical. Sometimes to stop a hacker, you have to act like one, so you’d gained various skills during your career. Skills that had now proved useful. You’d fix the changes you’d made to his credit score and the discrepancies in the coffee shop computer system in a few weeks. They wouldn’t impact his life long-term, but as you’d mused only a few minutes ago, he’d just needed a couple of nudges.

Now he was your baby, and you weren’t going to let anything take him away from you.

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