#brooklyn boys

[annafacose]

Some old-fashioned stucky to celebrate Bucky's birthday!

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[punkbarnes2]

Happy Birthday Steeb ❤️💙🤍

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[rosequart-z]

[hainethehero]

"Nothing happened in the way I wanted, every corner of this house is haunted, and I know you said that we're not talkin', but I miss you, I'm sorry..." -Gracie Abrams

[miryum]

You know I love you (Spot Conlon x Reader)

This has been sitting in my drafts forever

Warnings: Not proof-read, a sentence about a fist-fight, bruising

Remy tugged on your skirt. “Hey- Hey Y/n?” His voice was quiet and nervous.

“Yeah, bud?” Something was off in the usually lively and energetic boy. You scooped him up, bringing him to eye level. 

Remy looked down, avoiding your gaze. “Could I please have one of your apples?” 

“Of course,” you walked over to the small kitchen in the Brooklyn boarding house and picked an apple off of the counter. “Why? Did you spend all your money on toys again?” 

“Um, no.” Remy said, “I lost it.”

“You lost your money?” You frowned. Every newsboy bag had a special pouch for coins, its sole purpose being not to lose the pennies and nickels. “Where’s your bag?”

“I lost that too,” Remy mumbled.

With those words, you immediately knew that he was lying. The first thing a newsboy learns is to not lose his bag. It holds his papers and earned money- the most important things in a newsboy's life. What didn’t help your suspicion was that every younger boy was paired with an older, tougher, more experienced one. You made sure of that early on, pestering Spot until he relented (to be truthful, Spot had caved easily). Someone should’ve been watching Remy. 

“Who was with you?” You asked him. “Was it Patches?” Remy nodded and you gave a nod back. “Okay, you stay here and eat your apple. I gotta go talk to Patches really quickly.”

“Okay!” Remy looked happier now that he was out of your scrutiny and concern.

You scanned the room, seeing Patches stretched out on a couch, listening to Cal read a book. You weaved through the boys, hopping over legs and stepping over arms. You loved your newsie family and you would do anything for them. The scene of everyone relaxing after a long day warmed your heart. You knew that these boys would do anything for you and each other. 

You sat down on Patches’s legs, making him groan and kick your side. “I come in peace,” you said. 

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “What’s up?”

“You sold with Remy today, right?” He nodded in confirmation. You continued, “did you see him lose his bag?”

“He lost his bag?” Patches sat up, now invested in the conversation. “He told me that he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping.”

“Crackers was selling on Clermont Street,” you said slowly. “Weren’t you guys selling by Hicks and Clark?” 

Patches nodded, watching the concern on your face grow. “When did he tell you this?” You felt like you were interrogating the poor boy, but at the same time, you needed to know what happened. 

“I know Remy had his bag at four thirty. I remember him coming up to me and telling me about a guy who paid him double. I didn’t see him again until five.” 

“I’m going to try and get him to tell me the truth,” you stated. “Thanks Patches.” 

“Anytime.” 

You went back to the kitchen, finding Remy sitting on the counter, eating the apple to the core. But, before you could make it to the small child, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Knowing there was only one boy who would dare do that, you relaxed into your boyfriend. 

“Hey, Spotty,” you said quietly. 

“Hey, doll,” Spot replied softly. “How was your day?”

“You were with me for most of it,” you pointed out, referencing how Spot only let you sell with him.

“Yeah, but I got pulled away at the end.” Indeed, Fisher had needed Spot’s help with something before the selling day had ended, leaving you alone to pawn off the last few of your papers.

“It was alright,” you turned in his arms, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “But I’m a bit worried for Remy.”

“Why? What happened?” Spot’s brows furrowed, getting that telltale expression that meant he was stepping back into his King of Brooklyn role.

“That’s the thing; I don’t know.” You explained, “Remy said he lost his selling bag, but Patches said Remy told him he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping. But I know Remy. The kid would never lose or give away his bag. You know how protective he is over it.”

“Cause he carries his teddy bear in it.” Spot nodded, ending your thoughts.

“Exactly.”

“So what do you think happened?” Spot asked you.

You sighed and began speaking, “a little while ago, Lemon came to me saying how a group of older thugs had stolen her bag. I had her sell with Slugger for a bit, and the problem went away. Do you think that the same thugs could’ve stolen Remy’s bag?”

Spot hummed, “you’ve certainly got a memory about you, doll. It’s definitely not a bad idea. I’ll go talk to Lemon and Slugger about it and you talk to Remy?” 

“Deal,” you agreed.

“Pleasure doing business with you, doll.” Spot smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips before sauntering off to find Lemon and Slugger.

You chuckled before turning back to Remy and handing the kid another apple. “You’re hungry,” you commented.

“Yeah…” Remy looked shyly away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured. “We all pitch in to buy this food.” After a moment, you quietly said, “I know you didn’t lose your bag, Remy. What really happened?”

Remy didn’t meet your eye, giving a small shrug.

“Was it some boys?” You asked, “did they steal it from you? Like they did Lemon?”

Remy chewed on his lip, turning the apple over in his small hands. “Yeah,” he finally admitted. “They cornered me and called me small and weak.” His fingers clenched into fists. “Then they stole my bag. It’s happened four times.”

“Four times?” You knelt down so you could meet his eye. “Remy, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because they said I couldn’t fight my own fight. I’d be proving them right if I told you,” Remy mumbled. 

You sighed, feeling terrible and squeezed the boy into a tight hug. “Remy,” You whispered. “Don’t be afraid to tell me anything. Especially if people are bullying you.”

“But what if they come back?” Remy wondered, “What if they do this again?” He lifted his shirt slightly to show you a large, ugly bruise. Immediately, a rage boiled in your chest and your jaw clenched. “They did that?” You growled.

Remy nodded slowly, frightened by your change in demeanour.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down in front of the scared child. “It’s gonna be okay,” you told him. “We’re gonna get your money back from those boys and make them pay.” 

“Really? But how?”

You smiled stiffly, trying to disguise your hatred for the punks by a thinly veiled grin. “Don’t worry about that,” you said. “All you have to do is keep on selling.”

Remy’s head bobbed up and down happily. “Thank you so much, Y/n!” He hugged you tightly and you reciprocated the action. He then pulled away, his problem suddenly fixed and out of mind as only a six- year old could. 

Heart still burning with hatred for the thugs that messed with Remy, you knew it was now time to call upon the people who would stand by you no matter what- your newsies.

**

Remy cried out in his squeaky voice, “Read all about the car crash that killed dozens! Police are convinced it was murder!”

“Hello, squirt,” a deep voice laughed from behind Remy. “Sell any papers today?”

Remy gulped loudly and slowly turned around, gripping his bag tighter. “Wha-what do you guys want?”

“I think you know what we want,” the lead man growled, stepping up along with his group of ten or fifteen boys. 

“I-I’m not giving you my money!” Remy stomped his foot. 

“Oh really?” The leader laughed loudly. “What are you gonna do? Fight us?” The rest of the boys chuckled along with their leader.

“Well, no,” Remy admitted. “But this time, I have friends.” You stepped out from around a corner. 

The goons glanced around at one another before bursting out in short, loud, ugly guffaws. “I’m sorry?” The leader snickered out, “A girl is gonna beat us up?”

“I’m going to ignore your misogynistic comment, even though you probably don’t know what that word means, and even though I could kick your ass, just to scare you into never coming near Remy again, I brought my boyfriend. You may know him as the King of Brooklyn?” 

Spot, along with his cavalry of newsies appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Spot snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Where you messin’ with my doll?” He asked, knowing whichever way they answered, he was gonna soak either way.

“You looking for a fight?” The leader bit back. 

Spot shrugged, smirking. “Maybe. But I’ll let you off if you don’t come near my newsies again.”

One of the cronies grabbed the leader and whispered something harsh to him. The leader scoffed, but said, “Fine. We won’t bother your pathetic newsies again.” 

“And my girl?” Spot’s thumb drew circles on your waist.

“Never said anything about her,” the leader smiled tauntingly. 

You glanced at Spot to see the muscles in his jaw tighten. “Don’t,” you whisper to him. 

“Doll,” Spot drawled, swinging a look down at you, grinning brilliantly. “I have to.” And with that, Spot stepped forward and punched the leader across the jaw. The newsies cheered and rushed forward, intent on standing up for one of their own. The bullies quickly ran away after a few hits. You took Spot’s hand in yours and thumbed the split knuckles. Before you could chide him however, Spot simply said, “You know I love you.”

“Yeah,” you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I do.”

[steven-g-rogers]

// closed starter for @mindfcllofmadness

Steve pulled his bike up at the block of apartments he’d been calling home for the past five years.  The street was much more chaotic than usual, but that was to be expected.  Having the population suddenly more than doubled.  Things were chaotic everywhere.  People were showing up in homes they used to own only to find them with new residents.  Kids who had lost there parents and had been adopted by new ones, suddenly had their original parents back.  It was messy and chaotic and people were having very mixed reactions to whether it should have happened or not.

But Steve had to believe he’d done the right thing.  He had to believe that after everything they’d given to undo what Thanos had done, He had to.

And as Bucky pulled up his bike next to Steve’s, there was the biggest sign of them all.  After all these years - a whole century - of fighting both physically and with societal expectations of who they were supposed to be, of the loss, and grief, the torture, the trauma of all the things that had happened to them, been done to them, here they were finally together.  Finally having admitted that the only place they wanted to be was with each other.

They had earned this.  They had given up everything, again and again.  They had lost each other, come back together, lost each other again, so many times that Steve had come to believe that that was all there was to define them.  But no.  Finally whatever it was that Steve had needed to give him himself had been given, and they were here, in the borough they’d grown up, finally getting to stop and be.

Steve approached Bucky as the man got off his bike.  “We might need to think about garaging these for a while,” he said.  “Looks like there’s still some looting going on.”

He’d do his best to help settle things back down again, but right now, they were home, and they were going to take a moment for themselves.  He offered Bucky his hand, still a little nervous about PDA but determined to stop letting what other people expected from him define him anymore.  “Come on, let me show you the apartment.”

He took Bucky’s hand and led him upstairs to his apartment.  The time heist had kept him away for a while, and the fact he’d left without tidying up or doing the dishes was a little on the mortifying side.  It was a modest space.  One bedroom, a combined living, dining and kitchen space.  There’s an alcove with a desk that’s covered in bills, papers, and half finished sketches.  He’s put up some art, sketches of motorcycle parts and a photo of Manhattan taken from Brooklyn in the 1930s.

“Welcome home, Bucky,” he said.  “I’ll - uh - try and tidy up.  Make yourself at home.”

[estelior]

Intimacy of shaving each other

There is gonna be a little series about shaving, Brooklyn - War - Wakanda. And here is the 1st one!

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

January 13, 1976 - Kiss and Destroyer producer Bob Ezrin were in the studio with the Brooklyn Boys Choir to record tracks for “Great Expectations.”

[ribbonsflyingoutthewindow]

The Bucky Barnes Bingo party demanded a sacrifice. Here is my fill for the party prompts “autumn,” “marriage,” and “farm.”

Ficlet is G-rated Stucky and sappy af. It ignores the MCU timeline so you should too.

1944:

“You’d move back to Indiana?” Steve was whispering from behind a tree in the frozen, Austrian midwinter.

Bucky fingered the gun at his side.

“It was peaceful there,” he finally whispered back. “No one shootin’ at you. And no one in your business.”

He nodded back toward the sleeping camp of Commandoes not far behind them, but it was too dark to see much of anything.

Steve shook his head.

“I don’t know that I could ever leave New York.”

—⍟-⍟-⍟—

2016:

“I don’t know what you expected I was doing with my time. All I know how to do is fight.” Steve unzipped the top of his suit. “Don’t supposed they’d let me stop now.”

Bucky looked up from the locker room bench and cocked his head to the side.

“Stop asking for permission.”

Steve paused his motions.

“Stop asking. Just tell ��em you have more to do with your life than being their weapon.”

Steve looked at Bucky with a sorrow that Bucky hated so he gave Steve a dismissive wave of his hand and stood up from where he had been waiting.

“I’m not gonna do this for them. Been doin’ this long enough. I’m gonna go back home and become a farmer or somethin’.”

—⍟-⍟-⍟—

2019:

Bucky looked at Steve knelt down on one knee.

“What are you doing? Get up.”

Steve did not get up.

“I retired like you wanted. This is the next step. Bucky Barnes-“

Bucky bent down to threaten Steve.

“I’m buying a farm and living in Indiana. This is never gonna work.”

He snatched the ring from Steve’s hand and put it on his own finger with a scowl that Steve didn’t believe for a second.

Steve stood back upright and leaned in close to Bucky.

“I’ll move to a farm with you. And learn to grow grain or carrots or whatever your heart desires.”

Bucky didn’t even hide that he was admiring the ring on his hand.

“And learn to drive a tractor,” he mumbled.

“How else would I do my part on the farm?”

Bucky backed up a step and looked at Steve.

“And we throw a big fall festival every year for the community to come pick out pumpkins from our pumpkin patch.”

A smile spread across Steve’s face as he stepped closer again.

“Sounds delightful. Is Alpine going to be our barn cat?”

“Yes, and I’m buying goats. And chickens. We are going to be a proper farm. You’re gonna have to collect eggs in the morning. That’s the job of the first person awake.”

“Only if you’re going to make breakfast for this hard working farmer to get a healthy start every day.”

Bucky tilted his head and his voice lost the threatening edge he’d been using needlessly.

“Are you serious? Are you really going to start a farm with me?”

Steve nodded and leaned in till his forehead touched Bucky’s.

“Marry me this fall. And we will move anywhere or do anything you want. And we won’t have to fight supervillains. We will only have to fight weeds in our garden. And we won’t have to fear aliens and monsters. Just things like whether or not we will have enough rainfall this year or whether or not the apples will get the right nutrients to thrive.”

“If our scarecrow is scary enough to frighten the birds without scaring the children.”

Steve laughed softly.

“And now there’s children.”

Bucky shrugged.

“It takes a lot to run a farm.”

Steve reached and took both of Bucky’s hands in his own before leaning in and kissing him.

Bucky kissed back, pulling back only to smile a please little smile to himself.

“And we can go back to the city to spend the holidays with our friends,” he told Steve, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Steve shrugged.

“I bet our friends would enjoy some time away from the city. And we are going to have a great place for them to visit.”

Bucky reached and took Steve’s hand.

“Are you just doing all this for me?”

Steve squeezed his hand.

“You deserve it. But I’m doing it for both of us. Besides, I’ve been told on a farm that no one shoots at you and no one is in your business. Which is good because from now all my business is doing whatever it takes to make sure you and me get the life we should have always had. The peaceful one.”

Bucky shook his head and was surprised he was the first to admit it.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.”

—⍟-⍟-⍟—

Bingo Fills:

Bucky Barnes Bingo- Y2: Schmoop

AFG AU Bingo- G1: Gardening AU

LGBTQ Bingo- N3: Free Space

@buckybarnesbingo

[thesheepsheadraces]

Hotshot with Uksies! I don’t remember when I did this but I did

Hotshot struck the match, but it wouldn’t catch. He swore lightly under his breath.

He should be out on the fire escape. Spot told him he shouldn’t leave the lodge alone at night. That’s what happened to Myron after all. The cold docks could be a dangerous place, but Hotshot could hold his own. The sun hadn’t even started to rise, and he didn’t know what time it was.

The reason he wasn’t on the fire escape was because he was scared of heights, but that was something he would never admit to anyone. It was his weakness that made him weak. He hated feeling weak, so he pushed it down in him and kept it next to the anger left from his family. He was scared it would burst out on someone it had Spot punched her; she had to stop him from killing a kid. Hotshot couldn’t remember why just the rage that resonated in his bones made him never admit the pain he was in.

Among other things, he was wrong. But he wouldn’t say that to anyone other than Spot; he trusted her with his life. 

The Match caught, he sighed in relief.  The cigarette relaxed him, and realising his body was tense, he took a drag before leaning against the wall. All the feelings went away the second he took a deep breath.

He scratched his chin. I need to shave my beard in his mind. He was big and solid; most people mistook him for a man, a dock worker. He took another drag from his cigarette, the cool night air biting his skin as the spinet song of New York sung.

He was still in a night shirt; he would have slept shirtless, but general decency stopped him when he heard the door open. It was Splints. The light flooded onto the cold dock.

"Hey Shot," I wave and nod; she smiles

"Got a smoke?" I hold the half-empty box; she takes a stem, placing the cigarette between her teeth.

She pulls out a fancy lighter they got together for her 16th birthday.

She rubbed her eyes. She looked tired, like years of sleep had been dragged out of her.

"Why you up?" She questioned 

She chuckled, taking a drag.

"I couldn’t sleep with bad dreams," she sighed; "even in their deaths, I couldn’t escape them."

I shrug and say, "Sorry about your nightmares."

She shrugged, "Why are you up?"

"I don’t know."  ——-

should I make this a thing?

or scrap it?

[justakidfromfandom]

I’ve been drowning in steve & bucky trauma, so this is perfect. And canon.

“family, stability…guy who wanted all that went in the ice 75 years ago. i think someone else came out”

tiny comic about bucky’s insecurities. as he recovers, bucky’s upset he can’t revert to exactly who he was before hydra. sometimes, seeing how he used to be with steve in the 40s unnerves him. he feels like he can’t be steve’s best friend again. steve realizes this and, fortunately, knows how to comfort him. he understands the feeling. completely inspired by @ladypeg!

[estelior]

@chaos-and-ink your idea about 'Steve and Bucky on a fire escape in Brooklyn.' really got me, so here we are <3

After one more Steve's fight, Bucky desperately needs to smoke to calm down, and don't kill this punk himself.

[ribbonsflyingoutthewindow]

Bucky Barnes Bingo Round 4

B1 AU: Biker High Voltage Link: https://ribbonsflyingoutthewindow.tumblr.com/post/705882104218664960 Moodboards Bucky/Natasha Rating: Teen Summary: Bucky and Natasha are bikers that meet at the same bar and he flirts with her even though she’s clearly out of his league, but she gives him a chance because Alpine peeks out of his leather jacket.

B3 "You know you love me." Bucky Barnes, ER Regular Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39253767 Words: 1,879 Bucky/Steve Rating: Gen  Summary:  A very accident prone Bucky Barnes has ended up in the ER with Dr. Wilson and Dr. Rogers again. It's a regular occurrence. Nobody takes any of it seriously at this point.

U1 Kink: Held Down The Rules of Play -Ch 2 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39097164/chapters/98020686 Words: 6,212  Bucky/Steve Rating: Explicit  Summary: same as K3- AU: Historical U3 AU: Asgardian Unexpected Getaway Link: https://ribbonsflyingoutthewindow.tumblr.com/post/706419572671135744 Words: 485 words/9 moodboards Gen (No ship) Rating: Gen Summary:  Thor and Loki show up at the house of fantasy novelist Bucky Barnes to invite him to Asgard.

C1 "Are you even trying?" Here Comes This Rising Tide (So Come On) -Ch 2 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44076648/chapters/110839854 Words: 1,795  Bucky/Steve Rating: Mature  Summary: Same as Y2-Artist Bucky

C3 Free Here Comes This Rising Tide (So Come On) -Ch 3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44076648/chapters/110895474 Words: 2,855 Bucky/Steve Rating: Mature Summary: Same as Y2-Artist Bucky

K1 Misunderstandings  Come Back, Be Here Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39293973/chapters/98327466 Words: 10,962 Bucky/Steve  Rating: Teen  Summary:  Bucky Barnes is a SHIELD agent long before anyone discovers a WW2 jet in the Arctic. And when Steve comes back, Bucky just wants to show him how happy he is that they're together again. Maybe it's too much, too fast.

K2 Arranged Marriage  play the way you feel it  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44322721 Words: 5,648 Bucky/Steve Rating: T+  Summary:  In this world, arranged marriages are common in the US and they aren't big community occasions. Now Bucky Barnes's little sister is getting married to a stranger and there's a lot of apprehension that things will go sideways. And things do.

K3 AU: Historical  The Rules of Play -Ch 1 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39097164/chapters/97805961 Words: 3,896 Bucky/Steve Rating: Explicit  Summary:  Prince Steven truly never meant to find himself in a brothel, and especially not spending money on a prostitute named James, but it seemed the man was impossible to stay away from. Bucky hadn't meant to lure the prince of the country to the Red Room Tavern and Brothel, but once Steve was there, who was Bucky if he didn't take advantage of the opportunity? Besides, the Crown owed him. This was just payback any way he could get it. And it seemed he had a few things Steve needed too even if the prince didn't realize it yet.

K5 Fluff  Both Tender and Near  Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39305130 Words: 1,976 Bucky/Steve Rating: Mature Summary: Late night romantic Valentine's-birthday-something with Steve and Bucky. It's fluff, y'all.

Y1 AU: Flower Shop A Very Good Place to Start Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44036995 Words: 3,054 Gen (No ship, but could be read as pre-Bucky/Steve if preferred.) Rating: Gen Summary:  Bucky arrives at Steve's flower shop in a nervous panic to buy flowers for his brand new niece.

Y2 Artist Bucky Here Comes the Rising Tide (So Come On) -Ch 1 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44076648/chapters/110824422Words: 2,170 Bucky/Steve Rating: Teen Summary:  Almost fifteen years ago, young teen Bucky Barnes was abducted from his own neighborhood in broad daylight. Now he's back home. But after the media and mayhem of Bucky’s return dies down, all that's left to do is for Bucky to try to recover himself again. He thought he was doing fine till the day he met Steve Rogers on a beach. Steve Rogers was terrifying.

Y3 Never Meant to Hurt You Taste of Red Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43989003 Words: 3,191 Gen (No ship, or could be read as pre-Bucky/Steve if preferred.) Rating: Teen Summary:  Ever gotten into a bar fight by not actually doing anything to anyone? Bucky has.

Y4 Sam Wilson/Falcon A Sign of Strength Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44126238 Words: 1,762 Bucky/Steve Rating: Teen Summary:  Group therapy session where Bucky and some others discuss their anger and PTSD.

Y5 Resurrection  Here Comes the Rising Tide (So Come On) -Ch 4 Link:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/44076648/chapters/110948292 Words: 2,985 Bucky/Steve Rating: Mature Summary: Same as Y2-Artist Bucky

@buckybarnesbingo

[goryhorroor]

horror sub-genres: vampire

[nerd-elf]

I’m tagging all my favorites here, feel free to do the same

[estelior]

The day on the beach