#becca barnes (interactions)

[starkslawyer]

Oliver wanted nothing more than to leave the party at the Avengers Tower. He didn't have to go home but he could go up to his office and work. There was a bunch of stuff he wanted to get done anyway, but he knew there was no way Tony would let him do that. He distinctly remembered his boss telling him that he needed to unwind a bit. And Oliver was pretty sure that his best friend, Kara, wouldn't let him leave either. She had told him it would be fun to meet all the Avengers -- but honestly, Oliver could care less. He had thought that maybe him and Kara would get a chance to talk but she was busy with Steve. He didn't want to interrupt either because they looked like they were enjoying each other's company. So here Oliver was at the bar by himself. At least Tony had really good bourbon.

A sigh escaped him after he took a sip a liquor from his glass and he closed his eyes, hoping when he opened them again that the party would be over. Sadly, it wasn't. Oliver turned his head towards the doors that opened up and in walked the most beautiful brunette he had ever seen. He didn't know who she was and he couldn't recall Kara mentioning anyone that fit her description. Was it one of Tony's girls?

His eyes followed her as she made her way over to Bucky, Audrey, Rhodey, Thor. She chatted with them for a moment and then turned and headed over to the bar. Oliver took another sip of his drink, his eyes danced over her gorgeous form and he smiled when she took a seat next to him.

"There's no bartender. It's kind of a do it yourself thing, he said to her. "I can get you something if you want, though? Glass of wine? Sparking water? I can do a pretty good martini." He chuckled lightly and got up and made his way around to the other side of the bar so he could serve her, but mostly so he could look straight into her pretty eyes. "I'm Oliver Branson. Tony's lawyer .... part time bartender."

@amarvelousmencgerie (becca)

[lumiinousbeingsold]

tag drop - comics pt. 2

[dreamwritesimagines]

The Eye of the Hurricane [14] - Wedding

A.N: Here’s the new chapter my loves! ❤️ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: A wedding can be a good place for clarity.  

Word Count: 3400

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, stabbing, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

Series Masterlist

Well, this was going to be fun.

The wedding was tonight and your phone already had way too many text notifications. You would be meeting Becca and Sarah today to get ready, so you had woken up way too early just like Bucky. After taking a quick shower, you made your way downstairs to see him in the kitchen, making coffee.

“Morning.”

Bucky's head snapped up and he turned around to look at you better.

“Whoa,” he said, “This is a surprise."

You pulled your brows together.

“Um, we've been staying in the same honeymoon suite for a while now, in case it has escaped your notice.”

“No no, as in— am I allowed to see you?”

You blinked a couple of times. “What are you talking about?”

“I mean—” he said, motioning between you. “Isn’t it bad luck? If I see you before the wedding?”

You shrugged your shoulders, then jumped to sit on the kitchen island.

“We’re going to get a divorce anyway,” you said. “That whole tradition is for actual couples, not us.”

Bucky pursed his lips and cleared his throat before holding up a mug.

“Coffee, my romantic wife?”

“Stop calling me that, and yes.”

He chuckled, filling the mug with coffee before handing it to you.

“There you go.”

“Thanks,” you said. “So, we’re getting married then.”

“Mm hm.”

“So I’ve been thinking,” you said. “There’ll be a lot of important guests there as well as alcohol. A good way to start alliances.”

“You’re going to use our wedding to make business deals?”

“You’re not?” you asked back and he thought for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah I see what you mean.”

“And I need to talk to Stark tonight.”

Bucky grimaced.

“I did that earlier this week,” he said. “Would not recommend, it’s not a nice experience.”

You stifled a laugh.

“Well, we need him,” you said. “As much as I hate to admit.”

“I mean—” he started but was cut off when someone pounded on the door, making both of you turn your heads before Becca’s voice reached inside.

“You’d better not be seeing each other right now!”

Bucky threw his head back and you made your way to the door to open the door, smiling already. When you opened it, you found Becca and Sarah standing there and Sarah looked amused already while Becca let out a gasp.

“Just as I thought!” she said, walking past you to step inside and you hugged Sarah when she stepped inside.

“Hey!”

“Hey there,” she said. “I held her back as long as I could.”

“Appreciate it,” you said and pressed a kiss on her cheek, then turned around to see Becca who made her way to Bucky.

“Are you trying to get bad luck? Why are you seeing the bride?!”

“Ask the bride,” Bucky said and you rolled your eyes.

“Come on, everyone in this room knows that this is more of a business deal than a wedding.”

Sarah shook her head slightly and you stole a look at her.

“It is,” you insisted and she held up her hands.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“And where is my coffee?” Becca asked and Bucky nodded at the coffee machine.

“It’s right there, help yourself.”

“Did mom teach you nothing?” she asked while you leaned your head on Sarah’s shoulder, watching them bicker. “Is this your first time interacting with a guest in your place?”

“We don’t have the time to get coffee Becca, we can get it on our way to the weekend house,” Sarah stated and you checked your phone when you received another text, then heaved a sigh.

“Why is everyone texting me?”

“It’s just my theory but maybe because it’s your wedding day?” Sarah asked and motioned at you. “Give me your phone, you’ll be busy the whole day.”

“Oh my God thank you.”

“I already talked to Steve and Sam and I know when exactly you’re supposed to arrive there,” Becca said. “Which means, if you’re late as you like to be all the time—”

“It’s my own wedding Becca, I couldn’t be late if I tried.”

“Well forgive me if I don’t trust you,” Becca said. “I’m serious, my brother or not, I’ll shoot you if you’re late.”

“Does this have something to with the fact that you don’t know if your girlfriend is coming to come to the wedding so you’re channeling all your anger to me?”

“Bucky!” you hissed and he shrugged his shoulders.

“What?”

“Maybe worry less about my relationship and more about yours since we’re still not sure your wife who happens to be my best friend won’t kill you in your sleep,” Becca said airily and Bucky scoffed.

“She won’t kill me in my sleep.”

“She might.”

“She won’t— Y/N, tell her.”

“My dad raised me better than that,” you pointed out. “You don’t even kill enemies in their sleep, let alone allies.”

A happy smile lit up Bucky’s face as if you had just proclaimed your undying love to him on a bent knee and he motioned at you.

“See?” he asked Becca, pride clear in his voice. “We’re allies.”

“You’d have to be awake for it,” you added and Bucky’s head whipped around so that he could see you better.

“Come again?”

“Because honor—”

“Alright!” Sarah cut you both off. “Let’s go. Bucky, Sam and Steve are on their way here.”

“Yeah they just told me on group chat.”

“You have a group chat?” you asked and shook your head. “Of course you do.”

“Come on,” Becca said as she walked outside and Sarah followed her. You lingered there for a moment before you nodding at Bucky.

“I’ll see you at the wedding then.”

“See you, wife.”

“Stop calling me that!” you said and quickly left the suite before he could reply, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat.

                                                                       *

The majority of the day had gone pretty fast. Thanks to your wedding planner, everything looked exactly how you described her. Barnes weekend residence and its huge yard were already gorgeous, and as the night fell, it looked almost magical. All the guests were seated, Becca and Sarah were already by the altar and so was Bucky, Steve and Sam. Even though you had tried to keep this wedding simple and with as few people as possible, it still looked like there were too many people and you brushed a hair over the skirt of your wedding gown, shifting your weight from one foot to other.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up and you smiled at your father.

“I’m fine,” you said before he could ask, leaning your back to the wall, waiting for your cue. He kept his gaze on you before giving you a teary smile.

“Your mother would be so proud of you.”

“I haven’t done anything to make her proud yet,” the reply left your mouth before you had a chance to stop it and he pulled his brows together.

“Sweetheart,” he said. “You don’t have to do anything.”

No.

No you did have to.

You hadn’t done anything at all to prove yourself yet thanks to your father pushing you out of the picture so that Ian could be his heir instead of you, but you were going to fix that.

Whether he liked it or not.

“Right,” you managed to say. “Sorry. I’m just kind of nervous, that’s all.”

“That’s understandable,” he said. “But I assure you, tonight will go the way you’ve always dreamed of.”

Well, you had dreamt of actually being in love with the groom when you dreamt of your wedding but your father didn’t need to hear that.

This was going to be yet another thing you would keep from him, along with the car chase incident.

“Your aunt texted me by the way,” he said. “She sends her apologies for not making it to the wedding but she’s going to visit soon, she says.”

You tried not to roll your eyes and nodded your head.

“Great.”

“Y/N, I know things haven’t been great lately but I—” he started but was cut off when the music started and you pushed yourself off the wall, rolling your shoulders back. He offered you his arm, and you took a deep breath, trying to calm your wild heartbeat down.

“Ready?” he asked and you bit inside your cheek, then took his arm.

“Ready,” you said and you both started walking down the aisle.

It was alright. This whole marriage was just going to last until you took over, and then you were going to get a divorce and you and Bucky would go your separate ways.

Bucky, who was now looking at you like you were the most beautiful woman he had seen.

You averted your gaze from his as your father and you reached the altar, and he squeezed at your arm before nodding at Bucky, then took his seat. You let out a breath and stole a look at Becca and Sarah, then turned to face the priest, forcing yourself to focus.

Fine, from an objective viewpoint he did look very handsome today.

Not that it changed anything. He was still the most arrogant man you had ever met.

Your heart was still beating so fast that you could hardly focus on what the priest was saying. You and Bucky had informed him earlier on that you would skip the speeches, considering that you had nothing to say other than lies, and you didn’t want to risk people seeing through your lie.

You could swear your head was spinning but you tried to see through the nervousness making its way through your system. You just needed to do this to take over, and then you’d get a divorce and you were hardly going to think about Bucky after that point, except for—

Well.

Technically you were going to have to do business with your ex-husband but that slight detail aside, it was going to be fine.

Blood was muffling your ears as you heard Bucky speak and you dug your fingernails into your palms, then your head shot up when you heard your name.

“Y/N?” the priest said and you blinked a couple of times, then cleared your throat.

“I—I do,” you said almost automatically and Bucky let out a relieved breath as the priest smiled calmly.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” he said. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Fuck.

Fuck, this right here had escaped your attention while planning the wedding and from the look of surprise on Bucky’s face, it had escaped his attention as well. He stared at you for a moment as if he didn’t know what to do, and the priest coughed as if trying to signal him.

“You may kiss the bride,” he repeated and you gave a small nod of your head, making Bucky swallow thickly before taking a step to you. Your heart skipped an excited beat as his arm sneaked around your waist and he pulled you closer, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, then he dipped you slightly backwards, then leaned in to capture your lips in a kiss.

…Oh.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t dreamed about this before. Back when you still had the biggest crush on Bucky, you would spend hours thinking about how it would feel if he kissed you, even imagining your wedding sometimes but—

You hadn’t thought that his kiss would feel this good.

Before you could even stop yourself, your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours like he wanted to make the moment last. You exhaled, your breath mixing into his but when the applause started, you both snapped out of it. Bucky helped you gain your balance as you tried to catch your breath, then rolled your shoulders back and stepped back from him to smile at the crowd, ignoring the way Bucky’s eyes were glued to you.

                                                           *

You were quite certain you were the first bride who was going out of her way to avoid the groom on her wedding, but in your defense, you had a lot to think about.

Not that kiss.

You had to think about anything and everything except that kiss.

You passed through the huge garden to approach the bar, stealing a look at Leila and Becca who seemed to be in a deep conversation but judging by the small smile on Leila’s face, it was going well. Bucky was talking to Steve and Sam by the corner and Sarah was listening to Winnifred who seemed very enthusiastic to tell her something, motioning at the garden.

Probably something about the wedding.

You ordered your drink and smiled at Ryan who was sipping his drink by the bar and he smiled back.

“Ma’am.”

“Hi Ryan,” you said and looked around. “Please tell me Ian left early.”

“He’s in the bathroom ma’am,” Ryan said and you rolled your eyes.

“Great,” you said. “So are you having fun?”

“I am, thank you,” he said and looked down to his glass. “It’s a nice wedding and you…you look very nice if you don’t mind me saying.”

“Oh thank you!” you said. “You know, if you ever—”

“Mrs. Barnes,” another voice cut you off and you looked over your shoulder, then turned around to see him better.

“Mr. Stark,” you managed to say and the bartender put your glass on the counter. You took it into your hand and leaned back to the counter.

“Tony is alright.”

“Y/N is alright,” you quipped and Tony smiled at you.

“Very well.”

Ryan’s phone beeped and he cleared his throat, then put his glass down and walked away from you to make his way to the house.

“How do you like the wedding so far?” you asked and Tony thought for a moment.

“No one is shooting at anyone,” he said. “I’d say it’s going well.”

“The night is still young,” you said and he chuckled.

“I suppose,” he said. “But the drinks are pretty good.”

“Food is gonna be better,” you said. “We just figured people shooting at people would be less of a possibility if we made them drink first.”

“Your idea or Bucky’s?”

“Mine.”

Tony hummed and ordered his drink while you sipped yours.

“My father says you’re not exactly happy about this wedding,” you told him and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m thinking about how it will affect the balance of things now that you mention it,” he said. “Your father is a very powerful man, and you and Bucky uniting families…”

“I understand your concern perfectly,” you said in a calm tone even if your heartbeat sped up. “But I assure you, this will change nothing.”

“Is that right?”

You clicked your tongue.

“In your business it will change nothing,” you corrected yourself. “I’m quite familiar with your deals with my father, and the Barnes family. I’ll make sure they remain as they are.”

“As Bucky’s wife or as your father’s new heir?” he asked back and you arched a brow, but managed to keep your expression straight as the bartender gave him his drink as well.

“Is that what people say?”

“Well you’re marrying into Barnes family, your father still hasn’t announced his heir, and you have a way of making people talk about you lately,” Tony pointed out. “Not to mention, Natasha seems impressed with you.”

Your eyes found Natasha who was drinking with Clint before you turned your glances to Tony again.

“But you are not?”

“I don’t know you enough yet,” Tony said. “I mean I’ve had the time to figure Ian out and let me tell you, I am absolutely not impressed. But you? You’re a mystery.”

“I’m not,” you told him. “I want the same thing as you do. To keep the truce going, and to keep the town safe.”

“So you claim,” Tony said. “Even you can’t admit, this wedding gave you a huge advantage in power and allies.”

“Let’s be serious here Tony, it didn’t give me any advantage over any of the bosses here.”

“Yet,” Tony added and you hummed, then shrugged your shoulders.

“Yet.”

“But you want it to.”

“I want to make sure my family continues the truce after my father retires,” you stated. “I think that’s what we all want, no?”

Tony huffed out a laugh and raised his glass slightly.

“It is,” he said. “But we also want to make sure your fight for the crown doesn’t hurt the town.”

You opened your mouth to say it would never happen, but heard Pepper calling out for Tony so you both turned your heads before Tony cleared his throat.

“I should go,” he said. “I’ll be in touch. Maybe a dinner with the newlyweds?”

“We’d love to host you and Pepper,” you said and he downed his drink, then put it on the counter and walked away. You let out a breath, then finished your drink as well before motioning at another.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with your husband?” Ian’s voice reached you and you rolled your eyes, then leaned sideways to the bar.

“What do you want?”

He held up his hands, gesturing surrender. “I come in peace.”

“As if.”

“Come on Y/N, it’s your wedding,” he said. “I would have thought you’d be in a better mood.”

“I was, then you started talking to me,” you said and he hummed.

“Listen,” he said. “I’m being completely serious here. Congratulations for the wedding, I’m happy for you. I know we’ve had our differences but we both want your father to be happy, and this wedding is a huge relief for him.”

You pulled your brows together.

“A relief?”

“Yeah,” he said. “It’s a relief for me as well. Now you can just be happy with Barnes and focus on your marriage and your family.”

That bitter taste climbed up your throat but you managed to scoff a laugh and motioned for another drink.

“Is that what you think will happen?” you asked him. “Me and Bucky get married and… then what? I get out of your hair?”

“We’re family,” he reminded you. “That’s not what I—that’s not it. You’ll just have different priorities.”

“Did you give the same speech to Bucky or is it just for me?” you asked and he rolled his eyes.

“You know how the business works Y/N, you don’t need me to tell you.”

You bit inside your cheek hard enough to hurt, then reached out to grab your glass of drink the bartender just placed on the counter.

“You’re the daughter of one of the most important men in the business,” he said. “This marriage will be good for the family, uncle knows that. Not to mention…”

You lowered your glass and tilted your head.

“Not to mention?”

“You’re a wild card,” he said. “It’s hard to play you.”

Your grip around the glass tightened and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe I’ll play you.”

“Spouses don’t get involved, you know the rules,” he said with a snort and your smirk widened before you took a sip, keeping quiet. That confident look on his face faltered when you didn’t reply and he pulled back slightly.

“You can’t,” he said as if trying to convince himself. “You wouldn’t.”

“Here you are!” Bucky’s voice cut through the momentary silence between you and Ian and you turned your head to give him a smile. “Was wondering where you were sweetheart.”

“Time for the food?”

“Mm hm, let’s go.”

Ian gawked at you in silence while you narrowed your eyes at him, dragging the tip of your tongue over your teeth.

“You wouldn’t,” Ian repeated, making Bucky looked between you before he casually stepped closer to you without saying a word, as if making sure you knew he was there to interfere at the slightest sign of you wanting him to. Your stomach did a pleasant flip and you downed your drink, then put it on the counter to turn to Ian.

“Enjoy the wedding, Ian,” you said, grabbing Bucky's hand. “And make sure to rest tonight, will you? Tomorrow will be a new day for both of us.”

With that, you walked away from Ian with Bucky right behind you, a proud smile warming your face.

Chapter 15

[white-wolf-actually]

Intro Post, I guess:

Info on me as a character:

What to call me: Bucky or Buck is preferred, but I don’t really care if you call me James or Sergeant Barnes

Romantic Partner: Steve Rogers (it has come to my attention that in some universes he has left me? That did not happen.), we are married. He is @probably-steve

Pets: Alpine, my cat @wintersoldierscat

Pronouns: he/him

Age: physically, 33 - chronologically, 107

I have apparently officially been adopted to the Wakandan Royal Family (I have diplomatic immunity, but am not an heir or anything)

The snap only lasted a month.

Captain America: In my universe, Sam (@samwilson-official) is Captain now, and I work with him. Steve has mostly retired. He’s only brought in for really big missions or when he gets bored. //most of FAWS did happen, but details were tweaked//

Pet(s): @wintersoldierscat

Children: I so far have adopted

@mythomars

@totallynotmaxok

@a-rotten-chicken-nugget

@the-hombrearana

@marvelwhomps

@marvelwhimps

@marvelqueents

@peapea-0405

@nervouseden

@natasha-rogersbarnes

@sapphirebarnes

Siblings:

@little-lady-cecily @moongirlwidow @becca-barnes-official @tiny-barnes-sibling @king-ofwakanda & @whatarethooseshuri

Everyone came back from the snap after less than a year.

Natasha and Tony are fine.

Background/story development masterlist (not necessary, just little headcanons and such that I like)

Rules:

NO NSFW (the person running the blog is a minor)

Cursing is fine

I will answer most questions

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I would prefer not to interact with any posts or questions involving recreational drug usage, deep trauma, rape, or explicit sexual content. I will make exceptions sometimes, usually when I want to help someone through something (no explicit sex stuff and triggering topics will be tagged)

I don't have a lot of time for long-term plot points, but I will do some, preferably with lighter themes.

This’ll be super random so be warned

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This Bucky is the one to picture, even though I use other gifs:

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Also, that being said, if you ever feel the urge to add snippets to the Backhoe universe please do 🫡🫡🫡🫡💖

I do have the urge to write some Backhoe snippets but I also need to manifest free time when I am not so deeply brain dead tired I fall asleep immediately which has been difficult as of late.

But I was just thinking today that I kinda want to write them on 4th July a year later after the first community fireworks show they attended together?

They're officially engaged now and last year everyone had kinda thought Steve was Becca's boyfriend but he's actually Bucky's fiance so how do they navigate that when half the town comes up to them and is like, "oh it's the guy from Brooklyn!" And then tell Bucky wedding bells are going to be in the air soon, is he ready for that?

And they look significantly at Becca and it's supposed to be a sorta low key sexist joke about how Becca is getting married to some guy from Brooklyn and Bucky's expected to be protective of his sister's virtue. And honestly it makes sense on paper that they'd assume that.

Becca is the one who lives in Boston for college and is more likely to have met some kind of skinny artist city boy to bring home, but anyone with eyes willing to really look could tell from a mile away while riding a bucking bronco that Bucky is the one who is running headlong and desperate to marry the guy from Brooklyn.

So Becca says, "he's ready, but I ain't so sure" and they laugh real hard because they think she's just made a joke like Bucky wants to marry her off to the first guy whose come calling so he has one less sister to take care of and the sassy way she rolls her eyes at Bucky makes everyone say something like, "you got your work cut out for you with all these sisters, Barnes!"

And Bucky says, "Lawwww don't I know it, cain't imagine it otherwise. Busy hands, full heart, as mom always said," which is what his mother always used to say when someone said something like that to her. And the random person walks off.

This interaction repeats itself in various iterations a dozen or more times over the evening. But every now and then someone wanders over to say hi to the Barnes conglomeration picnic blanket and immediately clocks Steve and Bucky for a young couple that's so in love they're about to burst.

Like Mrs. Wilson's pastor, who pulls Bucky up out of his chair and into a bear hug, whispering something into Bucky's ear that no one else can hear.

He let's Bucky go with a broad grin and a hearty slap on the back and a wink for Steve. "You got your work cut out for you with this one, Steven," Mrs. Wilson's pastor booms in his low voice with a wink. Bucky's eyes are glossy with a few tears from whatever the pastor whispered to him and Steve is overwhelmed with how beautiful his fiance (FIANCE!!) looks.

"Busy hands, full heart," Steve says, and Bucky's eyes get even shinier, and Steve really wants to kiss Bucky, but they are surrounded by Bucky's entire county so he doesn't.

It's the first year Poppy doesn't fall asleep at the fireworks show. Bucky almost cries realizing she's growing up, and he doesn't have to carry her to the van. But on the other hand she's 4 inches taller and a fair bit more than 4 pounds heavier than last year so he's kind of relieved he's not lugging her the half a mile back to the van. So it's complicated.

After they get home and get all the girls upstairs for bed, Bucky asks Steve if he wants to go on a walk.

They don't make it too far before Steve grabs Bucky and presses him hard against a tree, all strong hands and desperate lips. It's all a dream until they try and get too creative and fall in the creek.

Some time later they stumble back to the house laughing and giddy and exchanging lazy debauched kisses with wet hair and their shirts off and pants barely done back up (because the creek caused a pause but was not sufficient to cool them off).

Bucky stops up short and freezes because Hannah and Becca are sitting on the front porch, drinking ice tea and chatting in the dark out on the porch swing.

"It's after midnight, y'all should be in bed," Bucky says automatically.

Becca let's out a peal of laughter. "You are not in a position to lecture others about who should be in a bed for their evening's planned activities."

[imaginedreamwrite]

Number 4 has to be our RH cowboys! We all know after having to deal with the crappy ex she's running straight back to the farm.

I'm sorry Tumblr is being so dumb

You were exhausted before you’d stepped off the plane, your energy sucked out of you from the last interaction you had with your ex-boyfriend. It was awkward and uncomfortable enough having to see him when you were doing your labs but then to have him corner you before you packed up for the last time had been the final straw that broke you.

He was curious about your stay with Becca Barnes, wondering why you were so distant from him even though he had completely broken your heart months before. It was a standard case of the guy not wanting you for himself while wanting you to be unloved and unwanted by everyone else. Your interaction was summed up by a quick fuck off and a departure from the campus as quickly as you could manage.

Despite being on a plane back to the country and your favourite boys, exhaustion followed you. It was lingering in you after the plane touched down, after Becca picked you up from the airport and ever until you hit the gravel road. Exhaustion from your ex was debilitating until Becca’s truck had hit the main road heading into the ranch and then it had lifted from you.

You were out of the vehicle before it had even been put in park, fleeing from the truck and heading straight toward Ari & Steve. Steve was holding a calf in place while Ari had given it a quick once over, though both had turned to look at you with grins cracking on their faces.

“I am so glad to be home!” you hugged Ari first, mindful of the calf, and then launched yourself at Steve. “God, I missed you two and i missed this.”

“Welcome back, city girl.” Steve hugged you tightly, lifting you from the ground and spinning you twice. “You’re here to stay?”

“Classes are done, graduation is virtual, my certificate is going to be mailed-“

“-thank fuck.” Steve mumbled against your lips, kissing you warmly as he set you back onto your feet, your lips locked until the calf rammed into the back of his legs, nearly toppling him over. “I haven’t forgotten you-“

“I gotta go say hi to Bucky & Hal, but I’ll be back. I promise!” You kissed Ari as quickly as you kissed Steve and then you were off, wasting no time in heading toward the barn and the back pen.

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RULES:

NO DRAMA. this blog has a strict no drama rule. i do not have a lot of energy and so writing is my only hobby i can really do anymore. i deal with chronic pain daily , so i do not have any time or patience for drama. do not bring it to me. i don't want to be involved. i will block people who break this rule.

RATING / CONTENT. do to the nature of this blog , this blog is a mature blog , and you must be 21+ to interact. this is for my own comfort and there will be no exceptions. this blog will feature very triggering content. i will be tagging any triggering content with the following format ' tw trigger here. ' so you can block any triggers accordingly to protect yourself. i also will not be offended if you don't follow back. we are all in charge of keeping our spaces safe for us. ( any threads dealing with HYDRA muses will be tagged ' tw hydra muse. ' as i know some make people uncomfortable. smut may also find it's way onto this blog as well , and will not be placed under a cut , but tagged with ' usfw. '

FORMATTING. i will be formatting my posts , and will be using custom spacing , bold , italic text as well as page breaks and icons. you are by no means required to use any of this to write with me. this is for my own amusement. i judge if i want to write with you based on if i think our muses will mesh well.

SHIPPING. i love shipping with people. it's also very easy for me to ship something , as i am a shipping whore. that being said , please approach me before assuming a ship. i promise i am a very nice person and would be happy to discuss it. this is just how comfortable i am with shipping. just a quick im will do. i also prefer to plot out ships so the asking helps with that too.

NOTES:

STEVE ROGERS IS BI / MALE LEANING: i've tried writing him straight , bi , pan and gay , and i've just found it to be the easiest to write him bisexual , and leaning toward men over women. there are some women who he is attracted to , but it usually takes time for him to get to know women before he'll develop feelings for them. (this blog does not ship steggy.)

STEVE WAS FOUND IN THE ICE IN 1982: howard stark never gave up his efforts , and would eventually find steve in the ice where he crashed the plane in 1982. he was brought out and heated up but there were some complications with thawing him , leaving him with joint pain that doesn't go away completely. after coming out of the ice , and recovering , he was kept in a cabin away from society on nick fury's orders until he was ready to join society. that lasted two years. in 1984 , he began working for SHIELD , working closely with agent romanoff.

SAKOVIA ACCORDS DID NOT HAPPEN: plain and simple , i do not partake in any of the plot for CW , and have no intentions in doing so. i am happy to rp non MCU CW plots , but i just don't vibe with the way they portrayed steve rogers from that point forward. i'm also more than happy to rp trials of muses and stuff like that. but just won't be engaging in any MCU CW plots. (that does not mean i won't rp with muses from that movie like zemo)

STEVE DOES NOT GO BACK TO PEGGT AFTER EG: seeing as i don't ship steggy , it doesn't make sense for my steve to go back in time to live the rest of his life with her. instead , steve stayed in the current timeline , helping bucky with settling into his life outside of HYDRA , he spends some time as director of SHIELD and training new avengers , and mostly just enjoys his time being retired. he is no longer captain america , and still passes the mantle to sam , and continues his her work as NOMAD if he steps into the hero game. (he says he's retired but we know it doesn't stay that way)

more will be added as i think them up. i will make posts to let people know this has been updated.

[nighttimewitchgirl]

Hi everyone! My name’s Nyx Vygotsky (technically vygotsky-carter) and I’m new to this whole tumblr thing!

Background:

i was a second volunteer taken for the mind stone trials and in my world,and in my world, once wanda maximoff successfully gained her powers, they started it on me too. I developed a weaker form of her powers as the mind stone was lost before they couldnt expose me to the mind stone for too long.

Wanda was like a big sister to me and so was her brother pietro. When they joined ultron i stayed with HYDRA until wanda got me out.

They’d been on a mission for a completely different cause but when she followed her gut feeling she found me and the next thing i knew i woke up in a med wing with an IV attached to me and my kinda-sister by my side!

Adopted by: @capt-carter-mostly-official

siblings: @flightlaw @becca-barnes-official @luna-barton13 @littlemsbumblebee @anthonyedwardstark1970 @karmaisabitchandsoami2

Adoptive sister: @wandabug @official-pietro-maximoff @pietro-maximoff-official

Blog rules:

No homophobia, racism or sexism (etc) of any kind will be tolerated and any such interactions will earn a BLOCK

We’re pro Palestine in this house so if you aren’t; BEGONE!

I stand with Ukraine

Mild NSFW allowed !

[sarahr0gers]

SARAHR0GERS  is  a  private , mutually  exclusive  roleplay  blog  for  original  character  SARAH  ROGERS  with  roots  in  the  marvel  universes , and  verses  in  genres  such  as  star  wars , hunger  games , yellowjackets , general  horror  and  dbd.  lore  is  heavily  original  lore  based , and  based  on  lore  connected  with  brooklynbred. this  blog  contained  triggering  content  &  mature  themes  and  is  only  open  to  muns  21+.  personal  blogs  dni.  loved  and  penned  by  jj.

exploring  themes  such  as . . . walking  your  own  path , being  a  hero , i'm  not  that  sheltered  girl  anymore , defending  the  weak , strength  through  trauma , morality , IF  YOU  WANTED  ME  DEAD  THEN  YOU  SHOULD'VE  JUST  SAID.  recovering  from  trauma , revisiting  the  scene , living  for  you.

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BLOG  ROLL:  tsarnvoiny  ( anya barnes ) , brooklynbred  ( steve rogers ) , nursetosoldier  ( becca / bucky barnes ) , getsliced  ( fandomless oc ) , crearefuturum  ( james stark ) , gobubyourself  ( logan howlett )

BLOG  RULES  AND  IMPORTANT  NOTES  BELOW  CUT.

RULES:

NO DRAMA. this blog has a strict no drama rule. i do not have a lot of energy and so writing is my only hobby i can really do anymore. i deal with chronic pain daily , so i do not have any time or patience for drama. do not bring it to me. i don't want to be involved. i will block people who break this rule.

RATING / CONTENT. do to the nature of this blog , this blog is a mature blog , and you must be 21+ to interact. this is for my own comfort and there will be no exceptions. this blog will feature very triggering content. i will be tagging any triggering content with the following format ' tw trigger here. ' so you can block any triggers accordingly to protect yourself. i also will not be offended if you don't follow back. we are all in charge of keeping our spaces safe for us. ( any threads dealing with HYDRA muses will be tagged ' tw hydra muse. ' as i know some make people uncomfortable. smut may also find it's way onto this blog as well , and will not be placed under a cut , but tagged with ' usfw. '

FORMATTING. i will be formatting my posts , and will be using custom spacing , bold , italic text as well as page breaks and icons. you are by no means required to use any of this to write with me. this is for my own amusement. i judge if i want to write with you based on if i think our muses will mesh well.

SHIPPING. i love shipping with people. it's also very easy for me to ship something , as i am a shipping whore. that being said , please approach me before assuming a ship. i promise i am a very nice person and would be happy to discuss it. this is just how comfortable i am with shipping. just a quick im will do. i also prefer to plot out ships so the asking helps with that too.

[walkedlegacy-closed]

REBECCA EDITH BARNES-PROCTOR. - ANYA'S GRANFATHER

fc: lauren graham.

available for interactions upon request.

sister of James Buchannan Barnes.

mother of two kids.

pediatric nurse.

the younger sister to bucky , becca is anya's aunt , and her inspiration for becoming a paramedic. while she didn't pick nursing like her aunt did , when she brought up the idea of continuing to certify as a paramedic , becca encouraged her by saying that her job often times isn't possible without the amazing men and women taking care of the patients from the emergency to the hospital. she works in the ICU for kids , primarily dealing with high risk patience often coming from major accidents. she is married , with two kids , a boy and a girl , and currently lives in brooklyn , new york still. she's loud and confident , and can be a bit hot-headed , but she always means well.

available for threads for certain individuals upon request.

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Rockets of Love - Chapter Six

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader (Gaming AU)

Chapter Summary:   After your friend's betrayal, you struggle to accept Bucky's words of reassurance. You flirt. You play. There's a line crossed somewhere. Where? Over there. I can't see it. Oh well, never mind...

Words:  ~3.9k

Note: I hope you're ready for more terribly written and shameless flirting because here it comes lol more game descriptions too.

As always I thank you for reading and humbly request your feedback and thoughts.  I love hearing from you guys ❤

Acronyms/terms glossary for this chapter: PUG - Pick-up Game AFK - Away from Keyboard DP - Double Penetration/Double Damage Frag - kill

Warnings:   Self-esteem issues, shameless flirting, some saucy talk, innuendo, language, gaming-typical violence, alcohol consumption/drunkenness, a bit of angst/slight argument

***18+ content - this content is written for adults.  Minors do not interact***

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Betrayal.  What a terrible feeling.  How could she?  And Denise?  She helped.  Your eyes watered as you looked at the pictures of yourself.  Becca always told you that you were beautiful, inside and out, but the rest of the world rarely agreed.

You didn’t really feel like reading Bucky’s replies but you might as well see all of the damage.

Babe!  You know you didn’t have to send me this.  Which one is you?

XXX

His next email.

Never mind, I got the second one.

Honey, I have to say, you’re cute as hell.  Your perfect little doll face, that smile, and those stunning eyes 😍

You look great!  Jeez, those curves!  Damn!  I can see I’m going to have to work harder to keep you away from those speed dating douchebags lol

Mr Hottie X

Was he crazy?  Or was he trying to be nice?  His last and final email really made your heart jolt.

God you’re even gorgeous when you’re giving stink-eye lol that’s impressive.

Oh and you look so sexy when you’re laughing.  Now that’s the only thing I’m going to see when I hear you laugh.

You can send me pictures any time you want, sweetheart.  Shit, hurry up and come play with me… I need to hear that voice of yours before I die of loneliness lol

Yours X

You were baffled.  He seemed to be genuine about his compliments and he didn’t seem to want to push you away.  Hell, it felt like the opposite.  Maybe things would be ok after all.  It didn’t stop your scepticism or even your outright denial of the things he was saying about you.  You knew who and what you were, and enough people had insulted you before for you to know what most people thought of you.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, buzz fading into tiredness now.  You checked the last message on your phone.  It was from Becca.

[BECCA]  Home safe.  Den too.  Had fun.  Text me in the AM.  Love you x.

You didn’t reply.

Picking up your headset, you heard Bucky talking.

“I dunno man, she seemed upset.”  There was a pause.  “I can’t call her, I don’t have her number.”

There was no one else in the chat; he must be talking on the phone.

“Steve, I’m begging.  If you have it, you don’t need to give it to me, I know she wouldn’t want anyone to give her number out, but please, just call her.”  He sighed.  “Right, what about Nat?”

You heard him pacing.  He’d taken his headset off and left the mic open.

“Yeah, she probably is fine.  She’s at home but she’s been drinking tonight, something happened and she went AFK about half an hour ago.”  He groaned.  “Yeah, you’re right.  I’m drunk and stressing the fuck out.  Yeah, I probably did upset her, which is what I’m worried about.”

Half an hour?  Had you really been away that long?  You unmuted your mic and cleared your throat in the hopes that he’d hear you, but he didn’t.

“Hey.”  You said loudly.  “I’m back.”

“Hang on Steve, I think that’s her.”

His mic rustled as he fumbled with it.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”  You said, feeling bad that he’d worried.  “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.”  He said softly.  He held his hand over his mic before he addressed Steve again, but it did nothing to muffle the sound.  “She’s alright.  Sorry, and thanks, bro.”  He chuckled, relieved.  “Yeah, I know.  See you in game in a few.”

Bucky settled himself before he spoke again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes and no.”  You said with a sniff.

“What happened?”  He sounded strained.

“My friend Becca happened.”  You huffed.  “I didn’t send you those pictures, Bucky.  She did.”

“Oh.”  Now he sounded confused.

“In the taxi home she snatched my phone.”  You let your irritation come through.  “She saw your picture, had a few things to say about it and decided to send a few of her own.”

“She sent me pictures of herself?”  You could almost hear the frown in his voice.

“Oh, um, no.”  You said cautiously.  “They were of me, but she sent them thinking she was being cute.”

“I can tell you’re pissed off.”  He sighed.  “I’m sorry me sending you a picture started the whole thing off.”

You sighed.

“No, actually, I’m not sorry.”  He sounded almost defiant.  “Well, I mean, I am.  I’m sorry you’re upset at your friend but I’m not sorry that she did what she did.  I finally got to see you!”  He sounded like he was smiling again.

“Look, can we just not talk about picturegate? I just wanna play.  I’ve had enough focus on my appearance for one night.  I don’t need it here where no one can actually see me.”

“Picturegate?”  He snorted.  “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Bucky was silent for a moment before a message flashed up on your screen.  It was from him.

FROM: [AVG] The Winter Soldier – Re:  I adore the way you look ❤ …

You guys mainly used the subject lines of the console messaging service which meant that you didn’t have to open the message to read when you were playing.  The three dots at the end of the subject meant that there was text in the body of the message.  You opened it up, rolling your eyes.

From: [AVG] The Winter Soldier – Re:  I adore the way you look ❤ … MSG:  Please don’t kill me!

You laughed.  He was such a joker.

“You’re an asshat.”  You threw out a good-natured insult.

“I’ll take it.  Definitely been called worse in my time.”

“I bet.”

“C’mon.  We’ve got a bit of time before these guys start showing up for this PUG and Mr Hottie wants some alone time with you and your sugar lips before we get spectators.”  He chuckled, knowing fine well what he was doing.

“Sugar lips?”  You smirked and blushed, glad that he could see neither.

“Oh, yeah.”  He teased.  “Those perfectly plump lips look sweet enough to kiss.”

Ohmygod!  Your tummy did a flip but your brain said play it cool.

“Do you want a side order of crackers with that cheese, sir?”

Bucky laughed so hard he started coughing.

“Sooo mean.”  He teased again.  “Are you giving me that super sultry stink-eye right now?”

You joined Bucky’s private game lobby and it asked for a password.  You’d played privately with him before but the regular password of ‘AsswordP’ didn’t work.

“I might be giving you that look, yeah.”  You teased back.  “Especially since your assword pee doesn’t work.”

Bucky chuckled.  “You can give me that look until the cows come home, babe, and I’ll still adore you.”

“Oh shut up!”  You grumbled playfully.  “Just tell me the damn password.”

“What’s my name?”

“Bucky?  Buck?  Winter?  James?”  You said.

“Nope, nope, nope and nope!”  He popped the p on the last nope.  “C’mon sugar lips, you can do better than that.”

You typed in ‘Mr Hottie’ and the game started loading.

“There you go!”  He laughed into what sounded like a glass and you heard the tinkle of ice.  He was still drinking.

“How pissed off are you gonna be if I start calling you Mr Hottie around the rest of the team.”  You teased.

“Do it.”  He challenged.  “Then you’re going to have to explain why I have that name, and admit to them all that you think I’m a sexy bastard.”  He sounded pretty pleased with himself.

“I don’t care.  I’ll tell them I drooled a little bit.  I’m not ashamed.”  Of course you cared.  And there was no way you’d ever tell them that, but this was Bucky and you could say almost anything to this man and not be judged or laughed at.

“Don’t go telling me I made you wet, babe.  I can barely contain myself as it is.”

“I didn’t say you made me wet, though technically some moisture passed some lips, so I guess, by definition, I can give you that one.”  You clicked your tongue in your cheek as if you’d given him a wink.

He groaned playfully.

The game had already started and you’d been running the map.  It was one you weren’t all that familiar with, from a new map pack that you’d only just started playing through.  Wherever Bucky was in the labyrinth of underground tunnels and the crushed remains of an old star ship, he wasn’t nearby unless he was stationary.

“Where are you hiding?”  You taunted him.  “Are you hiding in the corner touching yourself.”

“Maybe I am?”  He toyed back.  “You can’t just say moist lips to me and expect me not to get distracted slightly.”

“Slightly?”  You feigned incredulity.  “If you heavy-breathe any louder I’ll have to file a restraining order.”

You both laughed, and it felt great.  You felt free and happy.  He sounded amazing with his spontaneous and genuine chuckle.

“Oh you’re soooo gonna get it now.”  He threatened flirtatiously.

“Yeah?”  You teased, listening for his movements around the map.  “Promises, promises.”  You said as you heard the tell-tale clink of him picking up a piece of consumable body armour, probably the helmet.

“Oh, babe, you have no idea.”

“Why don’t you show me then, Mr Hottie!”

He didn’t reply but you saw his grenade out of the corner of your view.  There were two, in fact, both thrown in such a way that there was nowhere you could go without one of them catching you.  You dodged towards the second one, shooting it with your scatter gun.  It exploded before the first grenade, giving you a split second to jump further from that first one.  As you jumped towards the explosion you’d created, the first grenade popped.  You took damage from the one you shot down but it was minimal.  You ran for more health.

“That was nice.”  He said, moving to intercept you.

“Thanks.  I really thought you had me.”

“I fully planned to have you.”  He teased.

“So sure I’m going to lay down and take it, are you?”  When had you both graduated to such unabashed flirting?

“Well, I was hopeful.”  He chuckled.  “Is that something you’d be open to?”

“Wha-!  What are we actually talking about?”  Your laugh was nervous and ever so slightly excited.

“Honestly, I thought I knew, but after your reaction I’m not so sure.”

Bucky was behind you.  You could hear him jumping across a lava pit just around the corner.  You bounced a scatter shot against the wall.  It rebounded off two walls to make it around the corner where the loud groan of his character told you, you’d hit him good.

“How the hell?”  He backtracked.

“Physics.”  You said with a smirk.  “And a good pair of ears.”

“You can hear me?”

“Yeah.”  You threw another couple of rebound shots to make sure he’d got the message and wouldn’t follow you.  “Even your character is heavy breathing for me.”

“Why you little…”  He came running, through the doorway to the side.  He was laughing but his character was throwing rockets your way like there was no tomorrow.

You dodged through a revolving warp gate and found yourself in a temporal hub where all the power-ups spawned.  Depending on the phase of the gate when you passed through you could access a different power-up.  The double damage consumable was glowing purple right there in front of you.

“Ohhh, you’re gonna hate me so much if I pick this up.”

“What is it?”

“The double penetration.”  You smirked.

“Normally in singles competitions, power ups like that are banned.”  He said.  “If I’m playing against randoms and they want to pick it up, I say that’s up to them.  All that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna frag them anyway and take the perk myself.”

“It’s not illegal if you kill someone for it?”

“Hell yeah it is!” he snorted, “but there’s no championship rules here.  If you want it, pick it up, just don’t be mad if I frag you for it.”

“Bring it, Mr Hottie!”  You picked up the perk, causing your vision to discolour slightly; everything had a blue tinge to it.

The woosh of the warp gate being used again made you dodge to the side.  Bucky was there but he was kind of hollow.  You could see him there, looking at you from a different temporal realm.  The power-up he had access to was a nuclear warhead.

“You’re gonna wish you hadn’t said that when I shove my mega-torpedo up your ass.”  He snickered.

“What’s the damage on that thing?”  The mini-nuke warhead was a new insertion into the game with this new expansion and map pack.  You could fire it off at a target or guide it around looking for your target, which was fun but left you vulnerable.

“No idea.”  He ducked out through the warp gate with his new toy.  “The blast radius is massive in an open area though.”

“What about tunnels?”

“You gonna hide until I get bored of lugging this thing around?”

“I might.”  You picked up your favourite toy; rocket boots.  “It looks like it’s too big for me to handle.”

Bucky laughed involuntarily.  “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Nope.”  You shut him down.  “You’re gonna buy me dinner first before I’ll even consider it.”

“Seems reasonable.  What’s your favourite?”

“Cantonese.”  You said, concentrating on the sounds around the map.

“I can get behind that.”

You saw him, running out in the open.  You could take his head off but there was a chance he’d survive if he’d picked up the right armour.  Or you could let him shoot the nuke and try to shoot it out of the air, hoping you could get behind cover before it could kill you.  Or you could just let him kill you.

Nope.  Not an option.

“I can see you, running around with your giant robocock out, ready to shoot your load.”  You chuckled and he guffawed.  “Like you said… restraining order.”  You both started howling with laughter, Bucky gasping to get control of himself.

“Fuck me!”  Bucky groaned when he finally stopped.  He’d actually stopped running too, and his character just stood still where he was.

“Is that an offer, or a demand?”  You used the words he’d used in one of his emails, letting your voice drop low in what you hoped was the audio version of ‘bedroom eyes’.

He made a small, choked noise but didn’t reply.  When his character started moving again he saw you in the entry of one of the tunnels.  Shooting off the nuke, he started to run for cover.

You scoped your sniper and plugged a round into the warhead but it kept on coming - a slow moving harbinger of death – your death – and it would give Bucky First Blood.

You shot again.  Nothing.  Again.  Nothing.  The warhead was dangerously close and on a path that would take it right into the tunnel with you.  There would be nowhere to run.  Another shot and the thing finally exploded, sending its shockwave of certain death out in all directions.

You used your rocket boots to propel yourself further into the tunnel, throwing yourself around as many corners ad you could, which was just two.

The boom of the nuke going off was loud.  Your controller vibrated furiously in your hands as the shockwave rolled through the map.

“FIRST BLOOD!”  The announcer called and Bucky cursed.

“Motherfucker!”  Bucky’s death went to you.

The wave of the explosion powered through the tunnel, reaching you just enough to ebb your health away down to a sliver.

“How the hell did you not die?”  He wasn’t pissed but he was surprised.

“I’ve only got like five hit points left.”  You chuckled.

Bucky respawned and came for you immediately.  The pinging sound of scattergun pellets preceded him.  It would only take 1 single pellet to take you down unless you could get some more health.  You saw him first and plugged him in the head with a sniper shot.  You still had the DP so there was no chance he’d survive.

“NO WAY!”  He called out, exasperated.

As he expired, the last of the scatter shot pellets rebounded near you, catching you and taking you out.

Bucky’s TV called out:  “REVENGE KILL!”

“Sorry that was a cheap kill.”

“A frag is a frag.”  You said sweetly.  “At least we learned something.”

“What’s that?”

“Two things, actually.”

“Hmm?”  Bucky said to the sound of clinking ice.

“The nuke takes the equivalent of eight sniper rounds to bring down.”

“How eight?”

“I had the DP.”

“Ahhh.”  He said slurping another mouthful of his drink.  “What’s the other?”

“Well,” you started coyly.  “I can definitely handle your giant robocock, and its pay-load.”

He snorted, spurting his drink all over the place.

“Godddamnit woman!  That’s the second time you made me spew good whiskey all over myself.”

“You still love me though.”  You teased sweetly.

“Yeah.”  He grumbled.  “I probably do.”

You tried not to read too much into that.  It wouldn’t be the first time you’d misinterpreted something someone said.

You carried on playing, falling back into your routine of warming up for a clan match-up.  Pick-up games weren’t exactly clan match-ups but players played hard like they were.

Your first game with Bucky had been more cat and mouse as you’d worked your way around a map that you scarcely knew, but the following games were fast-paced and brutal.  Out of five games played, Bucky won three and you won two.

He played better than you did when you were both talking but he also played harder because he knew you were so good.  He had told you that once before.

‘You drive me to play better because you ARE better.  I’ve been stuck in a rut with my skill level until you came along.  Now I’m seeing you make impossible shots and using the weapons in combinations I never thought to try before, and I’m thinking differently about it, more outside the box.  You’ve really changed things up for me.  Even because I know you play at a location disadvantage, AND that you play with a damned controller where I play with a keyboard and mouse.   I’m lucky to have you. WE ARE, I mean.  The team is lucky to have you.’

Of course you had blushed and preened and told him not to be so soppy, but inside you were dancing because Bucky had said the words and you didn’t quite realise it then, but you had the biggest crush on him.

You knew it now though.  Like you knew the rhythm of your own heartbeat.  Looking at the photo he sent you; his big blue eyes, soft lips with a perfect cupid’s bow, his rich dark hair that was long but well cut, and that adorable little chin dimple.  Fuck!  It was like you were melting.

“MD?”

He was so handsome.  How could you even hope that he’d like you back?  He should be dating models and other beautiful people, but he’d done nothing but compliment you and let you know that he found you attractive.  It was only the first few hours after picturegate, so maybe he was just being nice and he’d gradually lessen his contact with you until it dwindled to clan business only.

“Oh, sugar lips?”  Bucky sing-songed playfully.

“Yeah, sorry.”  You shook yourself out of your mental musings.

“You fallin’ asleep?”  Bucky asked softly.

“Not exactly.”  You chuckled.  “Just thinking.”

“You were looking at that picture of Mr Hottie again, weren’t ya?”

“You caught me.”  You said deadpan, hoping he wouldn’t hear the truth in your cover-up.

“I can’t stop looking at yours either.”  He said seriously.  “I can’t decide which is my favourite.”

“Oh?”  You knew you shouldn’t open this up for discussion but you just had to poke the bear.

“The two with you in the blue romper, that was tonight, right?”

“Romper?”  You scoffed.  “Yes, that was tonight.  AKA speed-dating-hell night.”

Bucky chuckled at your description.

“And your friend Becca, the one you’re pissed at for sending me your pictures?”

“The tall one in the purple dress.”  You said, curling your lip.  It was only a matter of time before guys started asking about your friends.  You hoped Bucky was different.

“If I ever get to meet her, I’m gonna buy her a drink!”  He said with a half laugh.  “She has my eternal gratitude.”

“Oh, lord!”  You rolled your eyes.  “Bucky, please…”

“What?”  He feigned innocence.  “Can’t I tell a girl how thankful I am that she threw her best friend to the wolves.”

“Is that what you are?  Wolves?”  You said with a smirk.

“Something like that.”  He said, a little more fuzzily than before.  “I wouldn’t mind getting a bite of you.”

“I think someone has had too much to drink.”  You teased.

“Or not enough.”  The clink of ice against glass.  “If I’d known what it would take for me to tell you what’s been on my mind then I’d have drunk a whole bottle of scotch before now.”

There was a rasping sound like he was rubbing his hands across his stubble.

“You’ve had what?”  No wonder he was loose-lipped tonight.

“Bottle of scotch.”  He mumbled, pausing for a long while before he continued more clearly.  “God!  Those eyes.  That smile.  You’re beautiful, babe.”

“I’m not.”

“You really have no idea, do you?”  He sighed, exasperated.  “You’re not even wearing anything showy and the way your cleavage looks so plush and inviting-”

“Bucky…”  You warned him.  “Please stop.”

“The perfect curve of your hips, babe, oh god!”

“Please Bucky…”

“Those gorgeously thick thighs…”  He trailed off into a heavy sigh.  “Christ, I’m so hard right now.”

You gasped at his reveal, an angry blush filling your cheeks with a burning itch.

“Bucky stop!”  You said more firmly.  If this was a joke it wasn’t funny, at all.

“I can almost feel them wrapped around my hips, babe, squeezing me tight while I-“

“James Buchannan Barnes!”  You almost screeched at him.  “You’re being a world-class asshole and this is your goddamn line in the sand, okay?  Shut your mouth, right now!”

Fury and hurt coursed through you.  The things he was saying to you, they couldn’t be right.  It was the booze talking, or it was a joke.  No one ever found you that attractive, not even your past boyfriends, all three of them.

“I’m sorry.”  He mumbled.  “I’m shut.  My lips.  Sealed.”  You had an idea he had just made a gesture for locking his mouth shut and throwing away the key.

“Jesus, Bucky!”  You sighed, frustrated and annoyed.  Of all the things he could do.  Starting off some epic clusterfuck where he pointed out all the parts of you that you felt shitty about was one of the worst.  “Don’t fucking drink anymore, will you?”

“None left anyway.”  He huffed.

“Good.”  You felt bad for shouting at him.  He didn’t know the extent of your insecurities.  How could he?  You worked hard to hide them behind false bravado and sarcastic humour.  “Go get a coffee or something, or you’ll be useless in the PUG.”

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Prompt list

Hey guys! This is all the prompts I had in my writing folder that I never got around to writing anything for. Some of them are just a couple of words or sentences, while others are absolute monsters. If any of you wanna do something based on one of these prompts, go for it! I'd love it if you tagged me or let me know, just so I can read/see where you've gone with it <3

"How about you take me out back and I don't call you tomorrow?" "How about I take you home after and you sneak out when I'm asleep?" // "You make a habit of sneaking around behind buildings?" "Last time I did, I fucked a cute guy. Maybe I'll get lucky again."

Nymph Bucky falls in love with a hiker who walks through his woods

Post WS. Bucky is in SHIELD custody and doesn’t remember Steve, but he remembers Natasha from the Red Room when she was a child

Vet Bucky. Steve is running from New York after the Snap and he hits a dog and brings it into Bucky's clinic

Bucky doesn't do relationships, but Steve keeps seeing him for sex and Bucky falls in love - friends with benefits (what's love got to do with it - Tina Turner)

College AU - Bucky is an international student who's paired with Steve's roommate Sam

Steve and Bucky are close friends, Steve is complaining one night about how annoying hook-up culture is, and Bucky suggests a FWB situation. Bucky's been in love with Steve for years and it's only when they start sleeping together that Steve realises that he feels the same way

Bucky recognises Steve during their fight on the bridge

Bucky and Steve had broken up, but they keep sleeping together whenever they run into each other

Shrunkyclunks: nurse Bucky works at Stark tower

"just friends who have sex sometimes and live together" where Bucky and Steve don't realise they're dating

Winter Soldier Steve/civilian Bucky

Pirate AU - Bucky's dad is a fisherman who takes Bucky out on trips. One day when Bucky's twelve, they're taken by the crew of the HYDRA, run by Captain Pierce. Pierce kills Bucky's father and keeps Bucky as a slave. Several years later the captain from a rival ship (Steve) is captured by Pierce and he and Bucky fall in love

A/B/O post-winter soldier where the mask doesn't come off and the WS is brought into custody at Avengers tower by Natasha, and Steve falls in love with him without knowing he's his long-lost mate

Steve survives the war but Bucky still falls off the train. In the 50's the Winter Soldier has a mission in New York and on his way is spotted by Rebecca Barnes's daughter, who's eight and has been told all about her uncle Buck. The daughter finds it so amazing that this total stranger looks exactly like uncle Buck and pulls him along to meet Rebecca, who has a breakdown and persuades the Winter Soldier to come home with her. The Winter Soldier just kinda goes along with it because nobody's ever been nice to him and this lovely woman has promised him meatloaf and pie and for some reason he knows that he really likes meatloaf and pie. Becca calls up Steve and the Winter Soldier moves in with Steve because Becca can't look after her amnesiac brother on top of two kids and a third on the way

Big Eden Shrinkyclinks AU

I hope it's warm in hell, because darling I hate the cold

My dreams look like you - Steve and Bucky used to be best friends during high school but lost contact when Steve moved away - they meet again at a mutual friend's party when Steve moves back home

Steve and Bucky used to be together and are both masked vigilantes. They have a bit of a rivalry going but the fun kind where they both kinda wanna fuck. Neither of them know who the other is.

Post WS - Steve and Sam move back to NY to be closer to the other avengers. Sam starts noticing someone following him and watching him and he soon realizes it’s Bucky. Sam starts gently trying to get Bucky to interact with him and starts buying him sweet pastries. Soon Bucky becomes more comfortable and lets Sam help him recover as long as Sam doesn’t tell Steve

(NSFW) Steve is a knight who often visits a manor house where a disgraced Lady lives. The Lady was disgraced for her promiscuous and sexual appetites, but she's comfortably set up in the Manor. Steve visits because the Manor's on a path he travels often, and it's one of the only places to rest for the night. The Lady always sends a group of her servants to service her guests, and Steve is used to this by now. Bucky is a new servant who works in the kitchen who's sent to Steve's chambers with food, and he sits by Steve's bed and hand-feeds him as Steve is serviced. Steve never takes his eyes off Bucky. Each time Steve visits after that, they manage to see each other

Bucky chooses to forget Steve and has his memory erased, because it’s too painful for him to be around Steve when he thinks that Steve doesn’t love him. A few years later Steve picks Bucky up in a bar and pretends not to know him

Prompt: My husband thinks that our parents arranged this marriage. We’ve been married for ten years now, and for ten years he has thought this. I’m not sure how to tell him that my parents wanted me to marry his older brother but I fell in love with the younger brother (my husband) so I pretended to be my parents and sent his parents a letter asking for his hand in marriage. And then the wedding invitations were being made, and it was too late for my parents to do anything. And I was very happily married to my Husband, but he courted me for two years after our marriage not knowing that I was already in love with him.

Steve falls for vet nurse and animal lover Bucky despite being allergic to pretty much all household pets and trying to hide it

Shrunkyclunks - a few dates in Steve tells Bucky he's Captain America, but Bucky doesn't believe him and thinks he's delusional. He doesn't tell Steve he doesn't believe him and has a moral crisis about whether or not he should be dating someone with such strong "delusions". Steve just thinks he's hit the jackpot with supportive boyfriends.

Pirate Captain Bucky captures Navy Captain Steve from his ship and holds him for ransom (very homoerotically) (steve is confused and horny)

Steve is a warrior in his village who's come down with a mysterious illness. The townspeople send him to the "evil" witch who lives in the forest to see if he can be healed

Weird a/b/o

Hardly any Queen Omegas, those who are a threat to national security. Bucky is the WS working to murder hydra and Steve is sent to take the same hydra base that the WS targets

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for your ask game! <3

Thank you for the ask, Cass ❤️

This comment is about some lines from chapter 2 of Carried the Cross. I'll put it under a cut, just to avoid potential unwanted spoilers.

⭐️ And if anybody else wants a director's cut, please send me more asks ⭐️

“It's because he's missing him,” Betty says, again without looking up from where she's sorting her cards.

“'m not,” Steve argues weakly. He wouldn't fool anyone, and they both laugh at him.

“Pal, if you missed him any more, you'd be writing sappy poems about it.” It's clear that Betty doesn't mean anything by it, but Steve still goes a little stiff at the implications.

“Don't be stupid. We all miss him,” Becca says, and Steve's really grateful for her turning the conversation around again.

This scene is between Steve, Becca, and Betty, while Bucky's gone off to basic training after getting the draft. I always loved writing Steve's relationship with Bucky's sister, because they're not just friends but also sisters-in-law, in a lot of ways.

These lines specifically are mostly to subtly (?) imply that Betty, as well as Becca, suspects the mutual pining situation between their brother and Steve. With Becca it's been made explicit in These City Walls, where Bucky asked her not to tell anybody about him being in love with Steve after she pretty much guessed it.

It's up to anyone reading the fic if they think she kept the promise or confided in Betty after all. Might as well be that Betty reached the same conclusions by herself and figured out that they're probably in love with each other, to some extent or other.

So yeah, this scene is Betty more or less confirming that, yes, they know Steve's missing Bucky in a romantic way. And Becca, being the older sister, is mildly steering the conversation to stay in the plausible deniability area, because she doesn't want Steve to be uncomfortable. But this is still Steve's pov, and he doesn't really perceive it that way.

It's a very small scene, but it's one of the last with Steve interacting with the Barnes', which makes it pretty precious to me 😌

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When the Lights go On Again by @spacecasewriter13

Story Summary: It is May of 1946, over a year after his fall from the Hydra train and losing his left arm, and James "Bucky" Barnes is struggling to adjust. Working as an analyst at the New York City SSR branch, Bucky tries to put the war and all of its sorted memories behind him. However, try as he might he is plagued by thoughts of Magdalene "Maggie" Ramirez, a Women's Army Corps (WAC) Corporal he met in London and hasn't spoken to since before his fall in January of 1945. Little does he know that Maggie, in her struggle to put the war behind her, has moved to the city and looking for a job with the New York Bell Telephone Company as a switchboard operator. Now, by sheer dumb luck, they are reunited as they both fight come to terms with what they were to one another during the war, and work to figure out how to move forward in a world that was unprepared to deal with the consequences of war in the unsteady peace.

Chapter 20: Man Made Horrors

Chapter Summary: Bucky has two conversations about his hook, one goes better than the other.

Excerpt:

“Damn, Damn, Damn,” Bucky swore as he sped-walked from the subway station toward the library, willing himself not to break out into an all-out sprint.

He was almost an hour late to the library and had no doubts that Maggie had assumed the worst.

The nearly two weeks since their last meeting felt like an eternity. Unfortunately, while he’d been anxious to get to the library, life had gotten in the way, and now he was running behind his time.

That wasn’t to say the last two weeks had been miserable. Last Saturday had been nice, if only because he’d gotten to see Becca, his mother, Carter, and Steve interact. Bucky would even hazard it had almost felt like the before times, before Sarah Rogers had passed, before his father had died. However, between his bi-monthly check-up, Steve's quiet anticipation, and Bucky’s own anxiety and worry, the days had dragged on forever.

It didn’t help that his mother's health had taken a turn after the hustle and bustle of preparing for and hosting the party. And while logically, Bucky knew flare-ups happened and that this was just part of the cycle, it was worrying watching her struggle with the stiffness in her joints and trying to catch her breath.

He might not have left the house at all if Becca hadn’t insisted.

Getting out of the house to see Maggie would be good for him, especially since he was having dinner with Steve and Carter tonight. They were leaving for D.C. in the morning to rub elbows with congressmen, upper brass, and intelligence agents from other agencies. Steve had mentioned that Howard was going to be in D.C. while they were there, which meant Steve was going to press the question of a new prosthetic at dinner. As much as he dreaded the thought of having to talk about any of this with anyone, he knew he couldn’t put it off any longer.

His nightmares hadn’t stopped, even with sleep meds. Now Steve and Maggie were there with him watching as Zola plied his trade: Steve in quiet anticipation and Maggie in horror. Both their expressions burned into his brain and made him wish he could claw out his eyes.

He was going to have to resolve this once and for all with both of them. Which was a prospect that left him with an overwhelming sense of dread. But even he knew that there was nothing else for it.

Bucky arrived at the front entrance and found the steps empty as the bell tolled, marking half past nine.

“Damn it.”

He wasn’t sure if he’d expected her to stay and wait. Perhaps he’d hoped she would. But, another part of him was glad that faced with all signs pointing to the obvious, she had contented herself to continue with her day.

Just as she’d done back in 1945, no doubt.

He felt a twinging in his chest. Some thirty Saturdays, she’d waited for him in London, wondering if he was alive or dead, before finally assuming the worst.

But I’m here now.

Taking a steadying breath, he mounted the stairs and continued into the library, through the rotunda, and to the second floor, pausing outside the reading room entryway. Ms. Fry was mercifully not at her post. Across the expansive space, Bucky’s gaze was immediately drawn to the lone figure sitting at a far table, her back to the doorway, and her head ducked over the table.

Maggie Ramirez.

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NURSETOSOLDIER is a private , extremely exclusive , low activity roleplay blog for BUCKY BARNES & BECCA BARNES originally based on marvel comics , but reimagined with custom lore. mun and muses are 30+. this blog has a mature rating , and is only for muns 21+. personal blogs dni.

reimagined by jj.

remembering . . . family , love , generational trauma , trauma and how it affects multiple people , growing a voice , standing up for what's right , memory loss , brain washing , defying everything for one another , sibling loyalty , abuse , grief.

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BLOG ROLL: tsarnvoiny ( anya barnes ) , brooklynbred ( steve rogers ) , stonerbitchsupremacy ( fandomless oc ) , crearefuturum ( james stark )

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MUSES.

BECCA BARNES - NURSE - PRIMARY - FC: ELLA PURNELL.

rebecca barnes , though she goes by becca , is the twin sister to bucky barnes , and was originally left back at home when bucky shipped out. she even stayed when steve rogers shipped out , but when she had no knews from bucky for months . . . she took it upon herself to find her brother. she enlisted to be a nurse. she had already wanted to become a nurse after learning some from steve's mother sarah. she never found her brother , or steve , but found herself joining SHIELD in hopes that she might one day find her brother. when she seemed to get too close to finding out where her brother actually was , undercover HYDRA agents hiding within SHIELD were ordered to ' get rid of her ' and through a series of events that are still hazy to her . . . she was sent to the present day , and after finding her brother , decided to stay there where she could be with him.

BECCA BARNES - ASSASIN - SECONDARY - FC: SEBASTIAN STAN.

work in progress.

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“Mama calls me Becca. She told me your name is Bucky.”

Steve smiled as he watched Bucky and his little girl interact.

“Oh she’s cute. Leia says her name is Rebecca Avery Barnes.”

He took the bag off his shoulder and handed it to Bucky.

“These are some things of hers that Nat grabbed.”

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It had been almost five years since Leia had seen Bucky. She thought about him every night when she helped Becca get ready for bed because she always saw him in her eyes. She gave their four year old daughter a kiss on the head and tucked her into her bed before walking back into her living room. Leia was grateful that she didn’t have to work tonight and could have a quiet night in. Of course the work she did wasn’t exactly legal. Then again she did what she did to give Becca the best life possible. She didn’t know how to find Bucky. He had left without a word and she never heard from him again. For someone she loved so deeply and believed loved her the same, she never expected to be abandoned by him. A few weeks later, she discovered that she was pregnant with their child. Leia could never regret her relationship with Bucky or having their child. The truth was that she still loved him and always would. She just hated that she had no way to find him. She was just doing what she had to do for her survival and that of hers and Bucky’s little girl. She refused to have any regrets.

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