#and bucky too i guess

[alienoresimagines]

WIP Tag

Thank you to @nicijones @luckydeuce @sleepr-agent420 @rambleonwaywardson and @onyxsboxes for the tag ❤️ Taking the opportunity to introduce a new wip, a bit of an angsty piece for the Wota Halloween Event (Whumptober edition) 🥰 All I'll say is that Gale's first mission doesn't go as planned ;)

Keeping up the masquerade for two, John walks past him with a smile so fake it hurts, and claps his hand to Gale’s shoulder as he goes.

“Too early for a conversation anyway; I forgot what I wanted to say.” His chirping tone fades away as his steps skid to a stop, almost sending Gale toppling over him.

“Just-” John cuts himself off then, turning sideways to meet his eyes, looking like the words are stuck in his throat and he isn’t sure whether to say or swallow them. His Adam's apple bobs up and down once, and John’s hand meets his elbow in a light touch that still burns right through Gale as John’s gaze pins him in place.

“Be careful up there, yeah? There’ll be plenty of chaos once you hit enemy territory but you’re a good pilot. Trust in that.” 

Gale blinks owlishly, stomach sinking. This is only the tip of the iceberg of what’s been bothering John, and it’s enough to tell him whatever those missions are, they’re worse than what he and John had imagined. Still, the knot in his stomach seems to loosen a bit at the reassurance, the evidence of John’s trust in him never failing to light a comforting fire within.

“A good pilot, uh?” This time, a genuine smile pulls at John’s lips and his eyes soften despite the worry still dancing in the blue. His hand closes more firmly around Gale’s arm, squeezing once.

“Best pilot I’ve ever met, Buck. One Engine Cleven, can fly circles around any of us.”

Np tagging to @amiserableseriesofevents @majorbuckyegan @middlingmay @happy-days19 @soliloquy-dawn

@wayrad @onyxsboxes @nicijones @swifty-fox @valstarsandgalaxies if they want to ❤️

[burninblood]

"There is no me"

yeah, that "What if...?" ep 2 got me pretty inspired, thank you!

commissions info

[buckywiththegoodhair86]

Part Three of the memes of Cap and Co. (Part One here; Part Two here.)

[sleepr-agent420]

i have strange ways of dealing with the pain

[rexscanonwife]

Good morning everypony! I hope you're all doing well and you got enough rest 🥺 I didn't lol but here I am heading to work like always

I'm thinking about my fairly oddparents s/i ideas and stuff I was spitballing with my bff last night! Not sure how far I'll actually go with it but I would like to make a more solid design, and as y'all know I've been really enjoying the rewatch! I was thinking of her being a fairy who's still relatively new and starts shadowing Cosmo and Wanda as part of a sort of experimental training program! And over time she gets used to their wacky shenanigans with Timmy and becomes like a part of their fambily...🥺👉👈

But then as I was watching the show last night I remembered Chester and the fact that he doesn't have any fairies (Norm for a brief while doesn't count) despite ACTUALLY living in a trailer park and I decided that eventually endgame would be my s/i becoming HIS fairy! And lemme tell ya...he stresses her THE FUCK OUT 😂😂😂 I feel like (aside from writing reasons) that never happened because he's generally a pretty happy kid, his dad seems really loving but COME ON MAN. Kid probably plays with tetanus-ridden rusty pipes and boards with nails through them, he can wish for a toy or two and maybe some food! I've decided henceforth to adopt him 💖💖

[ao3userforgets]

i need to mutter into the void so i’m going to post under the cut the trials and tribs of my current clegan fic writing experience so no one including (especially) me has to make eye contact with it. it’s basically a diary entry. god bless anyone that reads it lol. love and light 🫶

goddamn writing this fic is kicking my ass. it was just meant to be an angsty gale introspective. then i started another and that was meant to be them just fucking absolute nasty style. now i fear they have combined, morphed, metamorphosed, and it’s becoming a monster. goddamn. what does one do in this situation? it would be my first time posting in this fandom and my second time posting fic at all. i’m shaking in my boots about it. there is so much wonderful fic being posted for this pairing and so many approaches and styles. i would love to get mine out and see it amongst those works. i’m just not sure how to go about constructing this fic and how to post about it. i’d like to post some bits and pieces and maybe someone will see it and tell me it’s worth it to finish it but first and foremost i’m really writing this for myself, because it’s the type of fic i love to read and also i feel like i need to be writing it so my mind is creating something. and it would feel like a waste to me and a let down for myself if i never post it. also i’m projecting very hard onto it and onto gale as a character, so it feels kind of personal in some parts? which can’t totally be avoided but because of that and because the way i write is also very personal to me it’s making something that should be fun to post about feel quite daunting. but i want to push myself so badly because it’s been years since i’ve done that, maybe i’ve never done that. and Of Course it’s wwii yaoi that’s gotten me to this point.

anyway, y’all ever think about gale identifying as a more feminine being than is expected for a man like him in the time he’s in, thus manifesting itself into years of repression he’s not entirely aware of until he meets and grows closer to bucky, and how he comes to terms with being awakened in such a way that has laid dormant until he’s in the literal u.s. military, and eventually in one of the least survivable theatres of the war, and in suffocating proximity day in and day out with one john bucky egan? and how he navigates his bond with marge, now in contrast to how he feels for john? and how even his childhood and the lives of his parents is being pushed forwards in his consciousness in relation to his sense of self and his place in the lives of others? oh and also how absolutely Biblically he wants john, in the most unconventional and all encompassing ways? all while he has no context for queerness and sexuality as it relates to himself? i dunno what freak would be into writing or reading that 👀 🚬💀

[its-tortle]

Hi Luisa! Hope you’re doing well!! ❤️ From the prompt list, how about 23? 🥰

hi galks!! thank you for this <3 sorry it took so long

23. "Just pretend to be my date"

In retrospect, Bucky has no idea why he thought it would even be a good idea to come to this thing. He doesn’t know the groom that well, he doesn't know the bride at all, and his positive response to the RSVP was really mostly just because he had a pathetic lack of plans and was a glass or three of wine in. Also, he had foolishly hoped that the guy he had gone on two semi-pleasant dates with would turn into a boyfriend by the time he had to attend yet another one of these stupid weddings. But Darrian or Dorian or Darryl had turned out to be a tool, mostly, and they hadn’t even made it to their fourth date, so now Bucky is an itchy suit again, nursing his fourth glass of champagne and watching the happy couple -- couples, really -- spin around the dancefloor in their own little world of blissful oblivion. Bitches. 

He suppresses a sneer -- because he should be happy for them, really he should! -- and knocks back the rest of his glass. 

He hates himself a little bit, maybe, because he’s being the grumpy asshole in the corner he vowed to never be, but he’s just really sick of tinder matches that result in having to answer to how many siblings he has and what his favorite movie is only to end up at every wedding alone.

It’s not his fault his ex was an asshole and he’s gotten kind of bad at letting people in. 

And he’s fine most of the time, he really is, except suddenly it’s getting hard to convince himself of that because Brock is here, somehow, and he looks way too put together in his crisp suit and he’s laughing at something with a blonde hanging off of his arm and Bucky’s skin is crawling. He wants to run. He wants to grab another flute of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray just to throw it in Brock’s face. He wants to scream.

Mostly, he finds he just wants to show Brock that he’s better off without him, even if he still has to remind himself of it sometimes. He wants to seem cool, and handsome, and put together and over it in a way he can’t bring himself to totally be. He hears what sounds like an echo of a pop princess in his head sing “nobody actually happy and healthy has ever felt so desperate to prove it” at that thought, and maybe Maisie is right, but dammit, he just wants Brock to see that it’s his loss. 

Bucky is a catch. Brock is just some dude.

Except Bucky is the one sitting sourly in the corner while Brock is charming the pants off of the audience he’s amassed.

Bucky refuses to stand for it.

“If looks could kill,” a voice muses suddenly from beside him, and Bucky almost jumps with the surprise of it. 

His gaze follows the voice to a figure sitting at the table to his left -- and what a figure it is. The man is around Bucky’s age, with golden hair and blue, blue eyes, and shoulder’s the size of a fridge. Somehow, miraculously, he almost looks graceful despite it. With the bump in his nose and little waist Bucky can see under his tapered suit, he looks like a Greco-Roman statue. 

Bucky stares.

The man raises an eyebrow.

“Sorry,” Bucky blurts. “I’m not- I don’t usually stare like that. I’m not a serial killer.”

The blond chuckles, but it doesn’t feel mean. “You sure?”

“I mean-” Bucky feels himself sink deeper into his awkwardness, even as he tries to backpedal. “I’d kill him maybe, but he’s an outlier.”

The stranger laughs again, and Bucky feels a little too proud of himself for it.

He steps away from the column he’s leaning on to take a seat beside the stranger at the table and hopes he isn’t being presumptuous. A pretty smile lets him know he doesn't mind.

“So what’s his crime?” the stranger prompts then. “Is he a high school bully? A shitty coworker? An ex?

“The latter,” Bucky admits. “And obviously it looks like he’s here only to rub into my face that he’s thriving.”

“I don’t know,” the stranger muses. “It kind of looks like he’s balding a little bit.”

Bucky lets out a startled laugh and decides he likes him right there and then. “Fucker deserves it.”

“Didn’t end well?” the stranger guesses.

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffs wryly, finally feeling somewhat like he’s regained his footing. “He kind of- oh shit, he’s coming over.”

And like that, his footing is gone. Sure enough, Brock seems to have spotted them across the dance floor and is cutting his way through the crowds with that pretty blonde still hanging off of his arm.

Bucky turns to the stranger in a panic. “Fuck. Can you- Can I ask a favor?”

The stranger frowns. “Sure.”

“Just pretend to be my date,” Bucky blurts. “For like, a minute until he goes away.”

Bucky expects the stranger to protest, to scoff and call him ridiculous to even suggest it, but instead he just gives Bucky a subtle nod and adjusts his seating so his (glorious) thigh and (beautiful devastating) shoulder is bumping into Bucky’s. Bucky presses back in thanks.

“James, darling,” Brock jeers when he approaches them. “How nice to see you made it.”

Brock might have been ruinously impossible to read, but even Bucky can tell he doesn't mean that. If he does, it’s just to rub his composed-ness into Bucky’s face. That’s not a word. Whatever.

“You too,” Bucky manages to grit back. “You look good.”

“You too,” Brock replies, but the moment of hesitation before it speaks volumes. Bucky wants to scratch his eyes out. 

“Still working at the shop, then?” Brock asks. Bucky just about jumps out of his chair.

“Yeah,” Bucky manages. His smile is so fake it's hurting his face.

“But he’s actually just started a new project!” the stranger cuts in all of a sudden. “Haven’t you, babe?”

He’s perfect, beautiful, a knight in shining armor. Bucky could kiss him.

Instead, he just smiles and looks back to Brock. “Oh, yes!” he confirms, like he only just remembered because fun new projects happen to him all the time. “I’m restoring this gorgeous 60s Corvette. It’s Tony Starks, actually.”

Brock looks almost impressed, and Bucky wants to leap with joy. He isn’t even lying.

“That’s so cool!” the blonde on Brock’s arm says.

“Congrats,” Brock comments, though it falls a little flat. “Who’s this?” he asks after a moment, gesturing to the Adonis of a stranger.

“Oh, right,” Bucky asks, like this isn’t an orchestrated part of the interaction. “This is my boyfriend. Darling, this is Brock. He’s an old friend.”

Brock’s face twitches like Bucky hoped it would. The ‘old friend’ bit always works like a charm -- Bucky’s been on the other end of it.

“Steve,” his fake boyfriend, Steve, introduces himself. “Pleasure.” He holds out his hand to shake because apparently Bucky looped a gentleman into his con.

A gentleman with a lame white boy name that Bucky somehow finds endearing when it melds itself to pretty blue eyes and a crooked nose.

Brock shakes the hand with a poorly disguised grimace.

“Right well,” he says after another short moment of awkward silence. “This is Emily.”

Emily gives them a dorky little wave that’s almost cute. Bucky notes that she wasn’t allowed to introduce herself and reminds himself not to hate her. She’s just Brock’s next victim anyhow. 

She doesn’t even get the girlfriend label. Classic.

“Nice to meet you,” Bucky says as earnestly as he can.

Another silence stretches between them. The band has just started playing a Smiths song at a wedding, for some reason.

“Right, well,” Bucky’s knight in shining armor says before it can stretch too wide. “It was so nice to meet you both and I hate to interrupt, but I’d love to ask my best guy for a dance?”

He looks over at Bucky with a questioning glance, and Bucky takes the bait gladly. “Yes! Of course. Please excuse us, this is our song.”

If either Brock or Emily are perturbed by their song being Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want by the Smiths, they don’t show it. Bucky internally pumps his fist.

Steve loops his arm through Bucky’s as he leads them to the dance floor, and Bucky curses himself for noticing how solid and warm his arm is. He smells like a warm July evening.

When they reach the floor, Steve loops the same arm around Bucky’s waist and loosely holds his hand in the other. Bucky glances at Brock and Emily over his shoulder and makes a short moment of eye contact with Brock until Steve spins him around and Brock is well out of sight.

“Sorry,” Steve says suddenly, quietly. “I just thought we might want out of that situation.”

Bucky waves him off. “No, thank you. For that and for- the whole thing.”

“Sure,” he responds easily. “He seems like an asshole.”

Bucky’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “He is.”

His beautiful knight-in-shining-armor Adonis stranger is even more beautiful under the twinkling lights of the dance floor, if that’s even possible. His hair falls into his face like a golden curtain. His eyes look like the stars.

“But really,” Bucky says. “You were amazing. I owe you one.”

Steve’s starry eyes crinkle at the corners. “No need. It was fun, honestly.”

Bucky tries to find a way to say that he wants to owe Steve one, wants the excuse to see Steve again, when he beats him to it.

“But, um,” he utters, looking suddenly a bit nervous. Bucky admires that he’s still smiling, that he looks unapologetic about his nervousness. He’s brave, Bucky realizes, and it makes him a little warm. 

“If you wanted to owe me one,” Steve ventures, “you could.”

Bucky can’t help the incredulous little laugh that escapes him. Steve isn’t real. He can’t be.

“Dinner?” he asks.

Steve nods.

When Bucky enters his number in Steve’s phone a moment later, he enters his name as Bucky :) before he can think better of it.

Steve frowns when he takes it back. “I thought your name was James,” he questions.

“It is,” Bucky says quickly. “Technically. But Bucky’s a childhood nickname and I just- I like it better.”

Brock always laughed at it, said it was juvenile and Bucky couldn’t expect anyone to take him seriously with it. But Steve just smiles. 

“Me too,” he says.

Bucky doesn’t mind the next wedding he attends so much. It’s hard to when Steve is holding his hand and clumsily spinning him around a dance floor and making him choke on his drink with laughter. 

And when Brock shows up dateless, Bucky’s too happy to even feel vindictive about it. Mostly.

[margarethx]

I know that it’s not the most common interpretation, because a lot of fans find the actor handsome, but I honestly like the idea of Bucky being... not that attractive. At least when he’s after his Hydra treatment.

Most people see his flirtatious behaviour and good looks as a big part of his characterization, but I prefer to think about those things as something he has also lost over time. It just makes more sense to me that he would look less presentable in the 21st century, considering his experiences.

And it also makes Sam’s affection for him even more special, because it’s not just: “Sam is reckless and does anything for a pretty boy” (which is also a fun plot at times), but more of a: “it never mattered to Sam if Bucky looked good, because he cares about him so much that it’s irrelevant”.

Idk... maybe I’m just not a big fan of a “tragically beautiful” trope. But also the idea of Bucky re-learning how to take care of himself and look better while he heals is more appealing to me that him just being freed from years of torture and looking like a model with no effort. And... It’s also a cute idea for a fic where Bucky would not care about his looks at all, but the moment he meets Sam, he suddenly wants to comb his hair, or shave, or find clean clothes. (Even though Sam had liked him even when he had dark under eyes, uneven beard, or greasy hair.)

[reiverreturns]

sometimes one must lick the stamp and send it (rewatch the scene of bucky trying to convince buck to come to london with him and proceed write introspective drabbles about it like an insane person at 2 in the morning)

[siiiiideblooooog]

I can't stop thinking about how Bucky talked back to and laid hands on a SUPERIOR OFFICER in front of a crowd of lower ranked men in the middle of the Officer's Club and got away with it. Not only did he get away with it, Harding just laughed it off. How does he get away with everything that he gets away with?? I can't STAND his ass.

[moonlight-prose]

if i had a nickel for every time i fell for a man in world war ii who had the nickname bucky i'd have two nickels. which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

[shackleton2]

Hey 👋

Favourite falcon and winter soldier scenes??

Hi omg thanks for asking!!

Even though I agree with a lot of the criticism of its flaws this is actually the show that made me be like "holy shit I need to go back and become obsessed with Bucky Barnes" and then that took over my brain and I've rewatched it quite a few times

The fuckin Winter Soldier scene in ep 1, I love Winter Soldier mission content and I'm so glad they did it justice in terms of the badass competent terrible mind-control murder of it all. And connected to that, Bucky waking up from the nightmare in his sad insomnia floor sleeping spot.

Bucky breaking Zemo out again for competence and WS skills, also for his and Sam's back and forth and his line, "Offense."

WS fake activation scene

I didn't use to like the scene with Selby mostly because of her, but after reading some brilliant ranting on here by various folks I like it for the disturbing implications 👀

OBVIOUSLY THE WAKANDA FLASHBACK I mean what can I say. Aside from CA:WS scenes I think it's my fave in the whole MCU. I love it. Sebastian Stan of course destroying my heart, but Florence Kasumba too so much:: you notice that tiny tremor of deep emotion when she first says to him, "you are free?" aaaaaaaa

That's the highlights but I do like him saying "I'm going with you" to Sam, him talking to Karli on the phone, him being a hero—

oh fuck the therapy scene too! I mean there's a lot that's infuriatingly frustrating about it, but it's like this glimmering vision of What We Could Have: Scenes Of Our MCU Blorbos In Therapy Sessions!!!!!!

Plus the therapy scene was built upon amazingly, so so awesomely, in my favorite fic The Barnes Files :D

PS: the scenes of him interacting with Sarah because they're cute af and they were built upon amazingly too, into I Found A Dream which I just...couldn't stop rereading for a minute there lol

[pandagirl45]

Tony saw it many times but he never thought he would be carried by it. This cold comfort. The once metal arm now a shadowy covered skeletal arm. The weight that he was carried by something premoidal and distant.

How many skin suits this being wore, the single face he wore now, said friend. Foe. Ally. Lover?

Staring up at the being that stepped passed the threshold of one world for another, "welcome, little life god."

Tony blinked slowly recognizing everyone before unconsciousness took him.

"I had a dream..." Tony breathed awake alone in the tower, "about death."

[sassyandclassy94]

if you're scared of people misinterpreting your inside jokes maybe don't post them on a public platform where anyone can read and, you know, misinterpret them 🫶

This is MY blog. I will post whatever the HECK I want whenever I want to. Even when the lack of context upsets the squishies.

Thank you.

[fruitlicense]

I succumbed to the lure of boop laundering in search of the third badge and with seconds to spare I did not succeed 😔

[https-dandelion]

i rewatched captain america the first avenger and all of a sudden i am a child/tween/13 year old obsessed with marvel again. i miss the old mcu so much it aches my heart and i didn't realise i could feel this way about movies but those movies raised me