#buck rodgers

[tomoleary]

George Tuska “Buck Rodgers” (undated)

[partygetsmewettexxx]

When I’m reading a fic and it’s so bomb but it has y/n and/or first person writing.

Makes me wanna throw a fitttt, especially when it’s literally such a good ficccccc😫😫

[rooolt]

every Caldwell Tanner character is five seconds away from bursting into a jaunty song or jig, no he has never played a bard

[l0vergirlsw0rld]

OKAY OKAY OKAY-

WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND RN AND WHAT IF I WRITE A MCU ALTERNATE UNIVERSE WHY CHOOSE FIC SERIES WHERE READER IS IN A DATING SHOW FOR SUPERHEROES/MUTANTS???

Like names/abilities/affiliations would not be revealed until the end (when you make your choice)!

Who would we like to participate as contestants???

[elissanatok]

﹒•˒⟿⭒「𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄 ❞」ʿʿ ⟿☼ 2

↳✉���˞˔˙ː❛ -ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡?✹⋮

◌༄۵ !𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗎 !

!𝚂.𝚁. //𝙱.𝙱.// 𝙿.𝙼. //𝙿.𝙿. !

𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍. 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾, 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝗈, 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖱𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍??? 𝖶𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗁𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗂𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 – 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅 – 𝗅𝖾𝗍'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾.

a/n: this is complete fluff I guess

Peter Parker felt his fingers twitch for the thousand time this morning. He wished he could give the one cup of coffee he had that morning the fault for this, but he knew something was wrong. He knew his senses were even higher than usually and the strong grip on the strap of his backpack did nothing to release some tension.

He did send Mr. Stark a message telling him something was wrong, but the moment he told him his problem was finger twitching Tony stopped answering.

His brown locks were ruffled, and Ned's eyes widened when he met him in the halls. "Woah what happened to you man?", he asked, analyzing his friend from head to toe. "I – I don't know. Something is wrong." He started rubbing the itching art on his body. Usually, he loved it. The fine sketch of a woman who's reading a newspaper, keeping her legs crossed, was his favorite part about his body. Although it wasn't really about him. It would make his day - looking at his waist in the mirror and tracing the lines till they had burned themselves into his mind. God, he loved the idea of her feeling his touch. And even after he found his favorite part to be the favorite part to three other men, he still couldn't help but give himself butterflies every time he thought of her.

Her.

Snapping out of his trance, he looked at his friend who was raising an eyebrow at him. "Did you listen to me? Hey dude where is your mind. I just told you the best thing ever!", "Sorry.", Peter mumbled, biting his lip. "So there's this new girl, alright. I have math with her. She's hot. So hot bro. And- and- ", "Yeah she's cool I guess." Both guys snapped their neck towards MJ, who was slightly smirking as she stopped next to them. "Yeah- so- ", "What's her name?", Peter asked wanting to meet her now that his friends already got to know her. "Y/n. Cool right?", Ned said grinning. "Yeah -cool. Look – I should go.", "You alright Pete?", asked MJ, to which he nodded, before he speed walked to his next class, just to freeze in the door.

Her hair was beautiful. Braided in some kind of pretty bun which he had no clue about. Her nose was wrinkled as she looked down at the notebook, the pencil tightly held between her fingers and her lips in a pout. "Shit.", he whispered, looking at her lips. They were rosy, not red, not too big, but not too small. The perfect match to his.

Wrinkling her eyebrows Y/n slowly looked up, but came to the conclusion she must have imagined the feeling of someone starring at her, because no one was standing in the door. No- the boy who was leaning outside of the room, with a rapid beating heart and red cheeks couldn't look into her eyes.

Everything he imagined could come true now, but he wished oh so dearly for it to be Steve or Pietro who got to meet her first. Look- Peter was an awkward, shy boy most of the times and even tough he would be the one to spend some time with her alone before he had to tell the others, he was scared shitless.

She wouldn't laugh at him if he started to ramble or said something that sounded wrong. Right?

Peeping around the wall he took a deep breath. Her legs were crossed, the same way the lady from his soul mark did. Another deep breath followed, before he closed his eyes and- he opened them again and fell right into a deep pool of y/e/c.

Y/n’s head was tilted slightly as her mouth went dry. "H-Hi.", she whispered and started fumbling with the rings on her finger to prevent from falling around his neck immediately. "H—Hey", Peter coughed out, getting even redder cheeks when he took in her smell. "So- you're my soulmate huh?", she asked, trying to ease him and herself a little bit. "I guess."

"Is that bad?", she asked nervous. "I mean is- am I- "Her self-consciousness was interrupted by her teacher walking thru the door next to them. "Mmh." She didn't find the words she was searching for, so she pointed at the door and left in a hurry. Great. Just Great.

It did exactly go like he always imagined. Not really tho.

He sighed, as he rubbed a hand over his face. He didn't even know where to start from here. He didn't know if he should tell the others first or get to know her. He was going to have a heart attack at the age of seventeen and it would be her fault. Y/n St. Lorenz would be the death of him.

Slightly she took her eyes of her book, when the sound of the chair next to her being pulled backwards met her ears. Peter -again- took a deep breath. "It's – uhm- fantastic.", he smiled, and tried to memorize her face. "What?", she whispered, and looked in his eyes again. "I- uhm- you know- you are – it's not bad that you're my soulmate. It's perfect. You're perfect." A blush spread over both their faces. "Oh- You don't even know me.", "But I would love to."

"I guess that can be arranged.",

"Great. I'm Peter -Parker uhm- Peter Parker.",

"Nice to meet you, Peter Parker. I'm Y/n.",

"Perfect.",

"Yeah- Perfect."

[krispyweiss]

Steely Dan, R.E.M. to Enter Songwriters Hall of Fame

- Hillary Lindsey, Timbaland and Dean Pitchford also slated for induction

Steely Dan and R.E.M. are heading to the Songwriters Hall of Fame

The Dan’s Donald Fagen and Walter Becker and Bill Berry, Peter Buck, Mike Mills and Michael Stipe of R.E.M. will be inducted June 13 alongside Hillary Lindsey (“Jesus Take the Wheel”), Timbaland (“SexyBack”) and Dean Pitchford (“Footloose”) in New York.

“I’ve said it before, but the music industry does not exist without songwriters delivering great songs first,” SHOF Chairman Nile Rodgers said in a statement.

“Without them, there is no recorded music, no concert business, no merch - nothing, it all starts with the song and the songwriter. We are therefore very proud that we are continually recognizing …songwriters who have enriched our lives and literally enriched music and the lives of billions of listeners all over the world.”

1/17/24

[in-aether-case]

I’ve been thinking about the whole “whoever holds this hammer, if they be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor” thing. I had to look up ‘hold’ in the dictionary for this and it says “to grasp, carry or support something”.

Basically I had this idea that Steve was always worthy of Mjölnir but pre-serum Steve wouldn’t have had the muscle capacity to lift the hammer so he wouldn’t know he was worthy but unfortunately for my funny little joke, he technically could’ve always been capable of it. Although it might have made that alley scene in the First Avenger a lot funnier if Bucky took a swing, Steve trips over Mjölnir, ambitiously went to sweep Becky’s leg and just sent him flying. I’d watch it.

[silentoatmeal]

Buck Rodgers in the 25th Century (1979)

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

imagining steve rodgers rn talking n flirting with other girls all night whilst out to get you back, then teaching him a lesson once youre home and not letting him touch you - only you can touch him and tease him, tell him when or even if he can cum

I haven’t forgotten my steve roots… promise. here’s a blurb for your sunday night with our golden boy. smut warning. <3

You’ve never seen Steve Rogers cry before.

You’re about to.

It’s his own fault. All of it. The flirting, the touching, the laughing at her jokes. Constantly looking over to see if you’re watching, smirking when he confirmed you were.

Maybe he underestimated you.

Or maybe he just lives for the punishment.

Because now he’s crying. Tied to your headboard, hands bound tightly. You know he could get out if he really wanted to - but you’ve sternly warned him against it. He wouldn’t dare. Not when you have that look in your eye.

You’re sat comfy at the end of the bed, body naked and legs spread. You’ve been touching yourself for what feels like hours, making him watch the way he made you watch him flirt all night. This isn’t about you reaching your climax - this is about retribution.

Revenge, if you will.

“This is what you get, Steve,” you tut as you squeeze your tits, never breaking eye contact with him. “The punishment fits the crime, don’t you think?”

When he doesn’t reply, you smack his thigh, revelling in the way he whines at the jolt of it.

“Use your words, Captain. America’s Sweetheart can’t string a sentence together now, huh?”

“Y-yes,” he stutters, mesmerised by this sudden change in your demeanour. “I deserve this.”

“Correct,” you grin.

You swipe your fingers through your arousal before crawling in between his legs, leaning up to smear it across his lips. His tongue darts out as if by instinct, unable to resist a taste of you.

“That’s all you get.”

When he bucks his hips up towards you, you push them down into the mattress forcefully, clicking your tongue.

“Behave, and don’t get greedy. You don’t deserve me tonight.”

You decide you’ll give it another twenty minutes, and then maybe you’ll let him get undressed. You feel a bit sorry for him all tied up fully clothed.

He’s crying, again.

It’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen.

[theonion]

Apologizing to fans and pledging to do better in the future, New York Jets quarterback Aaron Rodgers demonstrated impressive character this week by taking the blame for the parts of the game where the Jets were winning. “The buck stops with me��I take full responsibility for calling successful plays, creating scoring opportunities, and ultimately doing whatever was necessary to get the football into the end zone,” said Rodgers, who acknowledged that everyone in the organization played a role in the Jets’ loss, but that he was holding himself accountable for every completed pass and touchdown.  Full Story

[testingthewatersss]

Hi! I'm still figuring the difference between messages/inbox tbh but as long as you send in the request I'll get to it. I'm trying to keep all requests anonymous when posted so sometimes I'll message a link to whoever sent it. If it's anonymous I might start replying to the message so the sender is notified (assuming that works)

thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <;3 (last disclaimer- I'm British so my only context for 1940s America is from movies and anecdotes)

Date Nights Trigger warnings for?nothing v v lighthearted fluff? Bucky Barnes x F reader Oneshot 1500 words fluff & comfort 18+ MDNI

Bucky tells you what your dates would've been like in the 40s.

"I'm tellin' you, Buck" Y/N beams, "if it's got food and candles, it counts as a date night."

Barnes is still tugging at his boots in the door way, looking apologetic as ever, like him being late off a Quin-Jet is something he could've prevented.

Her eyes roll, "It's fine- you text me to let me know you where behind schedule, the pizza has been here for ten minutes, and- you've finally got your boots off-"

He cuts her off with a kiss, dipping her back dramatically like hoping that the corny gesture might add to the romance.

The feeling of her laughter against his lips makes him smile so hard that his cheeks ache, and then they're eating and drinking red wine that is too good to have with stuffed crusts from Albie's.

and that's when his mind wonders again,

to dance halls and evening walks in formal jackets and what it might be like to push her on a rope swing in a pretty sun-dress-

"what are you day dreaming about?" Y/N chuckles, quirking a brow at the pinkness in his cheeks.

"…date nights" is the reply he settles on after a minute, pressing a kiss against her cheek before settling back onto the couch.

"wow" she says, laughing again, "that's impressive even for you, sweetheart, can you even get sweeter than fantasising about date night while you're literally havin' a date night?"

He rolls his eyes, before melting down into her lap. Smiling almost smuggly as she recieves him more than eagerly, discarding her wine glass to card through his hair with her fingers.

"Wait" she says teasingly, "Before you get all this fussin'- the person you were with in this daydream was me wasn't it? because if it was Steve your puppy dog eyes are goin' to be about 12% less effective"

"88% is still pretty good" he says playfully, before shaking his head in response to her mock look of hurt, "of course it was you, darlin' it just that back in my day-"

"Back in my day?" Y/N mimics, beaming down at him like he's the best thing she's ever seen, "Did you really just say that, outloud?"

Her teasing is tempered with unwavering affection, but still it makes him laugh, a true soft chuckle bursting through his chest when he realises how it sounds.

"Still" he murmurs, feigning grouchiness, "goin' on a date meant somethin' different back then, it was more of an event..."

"Oh, yeah?" Y/N presses, seeing the trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "tell me about it?"

He blinks at her, before looking away, genuinely bashful again;

"You don't wanna hear me dronin' on about ancient history, Sugar-"

"Actually" she objects, "After missin' you for 2 days because you've been galivanting across Russia, I think that's exactly what I want."

He paws at his jaw before sighing, surrendering to the arm your holding him by snuggling into your front.

"Well, they didn't usually include this much touchin' for a start"

"Is that a complaint?" Y/N quips, raising a brow in genuine curiosity.

"No- never-" he's quick to tell her, "I just don't really know where to start, doll. It's all real different now."

She just smiles down at him again, letting her thumb brush his temple as his eyes flutter shut.

"What would our first date have been like, d'ya think?" she asks, "and don't just rattle off some Grate-Gatsby story, I know you and Rodgers didn't eat Caviar in tuxedos when you took girls out for the night"

"God" he scoffs dreamily, smile firmly on his face now, "Gatsby was more my ma's era, darlin'… I'd have probably taken you out for a walk first, asked you when I could pick you up and spent a couple of hours gettin' myself ready… I'd have brought flowers, -I might've had to pick them from the garden-" he allows, "-but I'd have brought ya' something, and then I'd knock for ya'…"

"And would I be wearin' one of those pin-up style dresses, victory curls and red lipstick style?"

"No" he snorts, "All the dames back then wore sweat pants"

"You're gettin' sassy in your old age" Y/N is quick to tease, "I meant for a walk… since that's where you said you'd be takin' me… is that the kinda thing ladies got all dolled up for back then?"

He's grinning like a fool as he hums, picturing exactly the kind of thing she might've been wearing.

"It'd probably have been some kind of dress" he allows, shyly at first "somethin' nice but not, not the whole nine yards unless you wanted me to be fightin' all the other men in town away all night."

It's her turn to laugh then, it swims through his head like music, making his chest flutter happily.

"We'd probably spend a while just talkin', darlin', and I'd have asked you for a second date before I took ya' home."

"Is that when you'd have asked me if I had any friends for Steve?"

He chokes on a breath as he realises that's exactly when he'd have done that.

"and I'd have said "sure, but don't be late"… and then, you'd have arrived together at least 10 minutes after we'd arranged, but- you'd have been so charmin' that I wouldn't have minded one bit."

"Maybe" he murmurs, not wanting to tell her just how well she's got him figured out.

"And where would this double date be?"

"Probably dancing" he says surely, "I got tired of trying to take girls to the pictures with Rodgers. He could never stay out of trouble."

"He still hasn't figured that out"

He grins again, eyes still shut but as her hands go back to soothing his muscles, she notices that they're definitely relaxing.

"You'd have been more dressed up for dancing- but so would I, it'd be full uniform, sugar" he murmurs, "and you might've even found some stocking with seams if you'd thought I was worth the trouble…"

"Oh, you're definitely worth the trouble" she whispers, loving the dreamy quality his voice has taken on, it seems so sweet, how content he is just talking about all this, "I'd have done my hair too, and put on that lipstick"

He smiles at her description, picturing it so vividly in his mind that he could reach out and touch her lips and his fingers would come away red.

"And my pretty friend would be takin' care of Steve…" she tells him decisively, "so what would we be doing?"

"I'd get us drinks, doll…" he says, "the band would be playing, not through speakers like now, but they'd have a singer, and a whole set up, we'd ditch our glasses and I'd ask you to dance… there were always so many people there, sugar, the room was so warm- and we'd be laughin' and I'd pretend that I didn't… but if it was you in my arms I'd have forgotten all about Steve by the time the music stopped."

The fingers in his hair are like magic, drawing every facet of tension from his body as she untangles the strands with ease. He hadn't even notice how tense he'd been before. The mission had been quick and easy and without complication until the end, when Tony's "un-freezable" engine had frozen, needing 30 minutes to warm back up before they could head home. He'd been wracked with guilt for the entire flight, hating having to tell you he was going to be late for date night. The date night he'd been looking forward too all week.

"I'd have taken you for a bite on the way back to your place" he continues, clinging to the fantasy like a blanket in the cold, "I'd have wanted more time with ya'- so I'd have insisted on a diner instead of a hot-dog stand or somethin'… I wouldn't have let you drink to much, we'd have gotten cokes in the glass bottles- I swear, it tasted so much better than it does now, even with the rationing-"

"Is that when I'd steal your hat and put it on over my pretty curled hair?" she asks cheekily.

"hat?" he asks, opening his eyes to look at her curiously,

"You said you'd be in uniform- I've seen the pictures."

"Well, yeah, but-"He blinks, still not understanding "Why would you take it, doll?"

"Isn't it like cowboys?" Y/N presses warmly, still carding through his hair

"Cowboys?" Bucky echoes, confused.

"Mhmm" she hums in confirmation, "plus, if I ran away with your hat, you'd definitely follow me home wouldn't ya?"

"I'd have walked you home anyway, m-maybe even kissed ya' at the door if I was feelin' brave" he stammers, still caught up in the mental image of the most beautiful girl in the world wearing an outfit that would've put Marilyn Monroe to shame and his hat.

"Well, yeah" she agrees, "but this way you'd have to chase me inside."

Suddenly, a flush fills his cheeks as the imagined dress vanishes, leaving him with a fantasy that does more than make his face hot.

"It's your birthday in March" Y/N says coolly, "I'll see what I can do".

Masterlist

[siriusly-stucky]

Stucky Fic Recs

Main Fic Rec Masterlist

I update this as I read new fics so there are always new additions being added. however it takes time, and I have years worth of my likes and reblogs to go through and add as well so please be patient as I compile and add to the lists

Pairing: Stucky x stutter!reader

"Pairing: Stucky x stutter!reader Warnings: self harm, suicide note, yelling, break up(kinda), crying, disagreement, PTSD, angst, ddlg, needles, gun shot, wound, injury, ED, alcoholism, torment, stutter, self doubt, death."

Snow Angel

"pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x gn!reader, Steve Rodgers x gn!reader, stucky x reader, avengers x reader summary: You were Bucky and Steve’s whole word but they couldn’t keep you from crashing down like the old times, while fading away in the battlefield that you singlehandedly owned in the platinum white icy snow forever their snow Angel."

Broken

Stucky x Reader

"~how they broke your heart."

Mistaken Punishment

"Hard!DomSteve X Fem!Reader X Soft!DomBucky"

Siberia

Stucky X Reader

"Themes/Warnings: Smut, 18+, language, safeword, safeword use, angst, fluff. (2K Words.)"

dessert

| stucky x reader | smut | angst | fluff |

anon requested. reader is going through a really bad subdrop

mission

| stucky x reader | fluff | smut |

oh no, there’s only one bed trope

injured

| stucky x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. After so many pleads for Y/N to stay home and be safe away from the mission; she still goes on that solo mission. However, when an injury occurs, she fears that Steve and Bucky will forbid/get mad at her for going. So she tries to hide it. However, when lust take over the same night she comes home; shower sex is in play between her lovers and her. And during all that, Steve and Bucky find the injury on her body and question it. Yet all Y/N wants to do is finish what they had started... yet to bad, having overprotective boyfriends are just what she has.

rogue

| stucky x reader | fluff | angst | smut |

anon requested. Y/N sneaks out on a mission one night, but when the mission turns south and Y/N fear for her life, she leaves a message to Steve and Bucky saying she’s sorry. However, she is saved but soon get taught a lesson from the two about secrets and their fear of losing her 

flinch

| stucky x reader | angst | fluff |

anon requested. reader flinches during an argument with Stucky and they stop and comfort and care for her before asking "What happened?" Softly

Bucky Is Touch Starved, Steve Is Guilt Ridden

stucky

Bucky and Steve and touch

Pre-War Finger Sucking

pre-war stucky

some stucky finger sucking action

sub drop

stucky

the first time beefy buck experiences sub drop with steve

Touch Starved Modern Bucky w/ Older Steve

older!Steve and younger!Bucky

Not shrunkyclunks but more just a modern AU Steve and Bucky. Because additionally, if Steve is a distinguished daddy than perhaps that fuels Bucky's poor fire even more, y’know? Perhaps he's grown up around the boys don't cry and can't be weak in any way, shape, or form bullshit idea and he expects that Steve probably, to some extent, agrees with that because he's a little older. Enough have grown up hearing it even more than Bucky. So, Bucky's scared on that level too, to let Steve see his true colors of touch being his love language and what he craves.

Double Penetration

Steve/Bucky x f!reader

smut, hatefucking, threesome, nicknames, size difference, choking, lots of swearing, discussion of masturbation, oral (m and f receiving), multiple orgasms, piv sex, anal sex, anal fingering, cum swallowing no use of y/n

One More Meeting

Mafia!Stucky x fem!reader

Summary: For all of the years that you had known Steve and Bucky, you had never seen them lose control of their anger. All of the murder and violence always being calculated, calm, and dangerous. But today, that all changed and for the first time in years, you were truly scared of the boys you loved.

I can’t lose you

Mafia!Stucky x fem!reader

Summary: Being the girlfriend of the Mafia leader and his second in command had its dangers but for years, you'd never had to experience this. Until now. How will the boys react when you're put in danger?

The One Weakness

Mafia!Stucky x fem!reader

Reader is out on their own one day and gets kidnapped and Steve and Bucky save her?

Protect and Forget

Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: Life as the girlfriend of the Mafia boss and his second-in-command was not always smooth sailing, everything in life did not always go to plan. Two weeks before your birthday, a threat was made to your life. What happens when Steve and Bucky begin to push you away as they search for the threat?

Accidents Happen

Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You were visiting a friend when you were accidentally hit in the face, leaving behind a cut across your cheekbone. How will Steve and Bucky react when they see their girl injured?

Winter Soup

Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: There was no better feeling than a bowl of hot soup when you're feeling unwell and, what's even better is when it's delivered to your door every day by your new guard. It tasted amazing and you could always trust everyone in the Mafia... right?

Their Girl

(Soft!Dark!Daddy!Stucky x Little!Reader)

Season 1:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 - Finale

Christmas Special

Season 2:

Game Day Safe

[buckysgirl27]

Off to War

Part Three

40s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are married in the 40's. Hydra captures Bucky and commands him to eliminate them. Can he do it? What will happen to future Bucky with this new information.

Warnings: illusions to smut (I've tried to write it and I suck so trust me....illusions are better)

A/N: Thank you for all the love❤️ as I've stated in the previous chapter if it doesn't seem mcu movie compliant it's probably comic compliant❤️ Also I wish I could say that this took forever to get out because I put so much thought into it and I'm so proud of it and all that wonderful fluffy nonsense but....I couldn't formulate how I wanted to start it even though I knew where it was going and what I wanted to happen😂

Despite your mother's protests, you decided to meet James at the train station when he came home.

She had warned you that some men would be broken. Quite literally. Limbs gone, minds somewhere far away in some unreachable place.

Wouldn't it be better for you to just stay home and have dinner ready for him as a surprise?

No. No it wouldn't. You wanted to see him immediately.

Wanted was the wrong word. You needed to see him. Like you needed air.

You even arrived to the train station one hour early. You didn't mean to be that early. But you also didn't want to be late. Your nerves were eating at you and you were becoming restless. You just had to get out of the house.

For awhile you just sat at one of the benches at the stop where he would get off. You were content to just sit and wait.

After the first 10 minutes you thought maybe you should have brought a book to read. After 30, you started thinking maybe you should have stayed home and waited for him. This may have been worse.

You had started pacing the station somewhere between 30 and 45 minutes.

Maybe the train would be early? No. That never happened. They were always late.

You heard footsteps come in your direction, which wouldn't normally have been odd considering it was busy since people's loved ones were coming home today, but it was because the stranger whose footsteps belonged too tapped you on the shoulder.

"Ma'am?"

You nearly jumped out of your newly polished black heeled oxfords. You spun around almost smacking right into Steve Rodgers himself.

"What the fu- oh. OH,"

You paled. immediately as the realization hit you. You just swore at Captain America.

He smiled. Because of course he did. You took in his whole form and couldn't help but notice how annoyingly perfect he looked. You wanted to hate him...you really did...but he seemed so genuine. Gross.

He noticed your inspection. Again, of course he did.

"So you're Bucky's girl huh?"

You blinked. How did he-? Oh right. You sent James a picture.

"What's it to you and why do you know him? Also what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be saving the world or whatever?"

He chuckled. This man was more agitating than James when you first met him.

"Buck and I run missions together. I'm waiting for him to hurry and get his bags off the damn train. You can call me Steve by the way."

That big stupid smile never once left his face. It was like it was plastered there. You supposed it would have been considering all the time he spent smiling and posing for the public.

Suddenly you saw a short tuft of brown hair sticking out from the crowd, then blue eyes met yours.

It was your James.

You shoved passed Captain America, "Steve", and even the little old lady waiting for her grandson with a barely muttered apology and launched yourself into his outstretched arms.

You kissed him. More passionately than what was probably appropriate but hey, it was war. Let them judge.

You thought your first words to him would be something normal along the lines of welcome back or I love you or Thank God you're safe, but no. That's not at all what you said.

"Thanks for not dying."

He chuckled and brushed his nose against yours.

"I told you I'd be back didn't I, Sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes, and then motioned with your head back towards Steve.

"You didn't say anything about bringing Captain Stars and Stripes back there with you."

He blanched. He wasn't quite sure what to say to that one.

"It was a last minute thing."

Is what he settled with.

"Right." You replied.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"...and so mother, that is why Steven Grant Rogers, Captain America, is in our house today. Your future son-in-law decided to play spy."

You huffed out to your mother over dinner. It was supposed to be a quiet affair with nice vegetable and beef stew with some toasted bread. Instead, it turned into your mother working herself into a tizzy because there was someone famous in her house and she had nothing fancy to feed him and the house wasn't spic and span since they were only expecting James and he never stays over, and he has been around long enough to not care about these things.

Steve insisted that he didn't mind. That he understood what she must be going through. Not having a husband anymore and having a working daughter, who won't help with housework. You had a mind to speak out against that one but James put him in his place for you.

"She's out making money so she and her mother can live here Steve. When was the last time you sewed up a gaping wound? If her mother is fine with doing the housework than that's all that matters."

Steve grunted in disapproval. Being a nurse was fine and all but you should still have time for household duties apparently.

"It's alright James," he looked at you shocked. "I mean really, housework is more important than saving lives isn't it?"

He grinned and took a huge bite of his toast. Steve glared at his soup.

"Anyway!" Your mother changed the subject, "Wedding plans! Steve will you be here?"

Steve's glare didn't soften as he met your hard gaze.

"Wouldn't miss this idiot's big day for the world." He said and he quickly looked away from you and clapped James on the shoulder.

You rolled your eyes.

"What a kind sentiment." You stated dryly.

James shrugged off Steve's hand with a fake annoyed expression.

"You're just mad you're my Best Man so you have to be there."

If you didn't have any manners at all you would have choked on your soup and snorted it out your nose. However you did have a few manners in your repertoire and swiftly swallowed.

"I didn't realize we needed a Best Man."

James, Steve and your mother all looked at you with confused expressions.

"Of course we will honey!" Your mother informed you. Obviously, what were you thinking?

"Well. Mother. James doesn't have any family left, and you're all I have. Steve is just...Steve is just here."

Steve glared at you once again.

"I resent that. I'm his mission partner. We do everything together!"

You glared right back at this time and manners be damned you told him,

"Right, and I bet you pee together too. He'll go to bed with me."

That silenced everyone. Your mother gasped, Steve continued the glaring contest, and James gave you the biggest smile you thought he could possibly give you. You swore you could see some drool coming out of his mouth.

Maybe that was just from the soup.

~~~~~~~~~~~

"I don't like her Buck." Steve told Bucky matter of factly as he put his clothes into the closet of the spare room in Bucky's house.

Bucky, who was leaning on the door frame, shook his head and chuckled.

"You just don't like that she has strong opinions. You'll get used to it."

This time when Steve turned to Bucky, he put his hands on his hips.

"No Buck. It's not just that. She has no respect. For you, for me, for anything."

Bucky rolled his eyes.

"Are you mad you aren't going to be fucking me then?"

"Too far Buck." Steve crossed his arms over his chest. "I don't want to see you get hurt when she ruins your marriage."

Bucky stiffened.

"You've had a long day Steve. I think it's time for you to get some rest before you say anything else you may regret."

On the way back to his room Bucky decided he would go back to your house for awhile. Smooth things over. Steve really was an asshole tonight.

He walked down the hall and grabbed his jacket that was slung on the back of a wooden kitchen chair and walked out the door.

He made sure to slam the door. Really get his feelings across to Steve.

Bucky knocked once on your door and then opened it calling out for you.

"Babydoll? You still here? You alright?"

He walked a little further into the house and saw you were hugging the old faded pillow on the sitting room love seat.

You had been crying.

"Oh, Babydoll." He said. Bucky walked around the couch and got on his knees in front of you. He wiped a tear that was trailing down your cheek. You tried to smile at him but your bottom lip wobbled and you couldn't bring yourself to.

"I'm sorry for ruining tonight." You told him.

"You didn't ruin anything Babydoll. I'm sorry Steve acted the way he did."

"He can be your Best Man if you really want him to. I just didn't think we needed all of that."

Bucky sat next to you and pulled you into him.

"We don't need anyone to get married. Just us." He paused for a moment. He took a deep breath. A very deep breath. It was a crazy idea. There was no way you would agree to it. No way in hell.

"In fact," he continued "we could just go get married right now."

You looked at him like he had grown a second head. He was right. You wouldn't agree to it. He should have known better to suggest something so ridiculous.

"You mean it?" you asked.

"Yes ma'am." He looked at you, eagerly waiting your verdict.

"Ok let's go."

You slowly got off the love seat and went to go find your shoes.

Bucky smiled like an idiot the whole way to the church.

The priest reluctantly agreed to marry you but in the end he did and by the end of the night...you were Mrs. James Buchanan Barnes.

~~~~~~~~~~

On the walk back home you had some planning to figure out for the night, and for the rest of your lives. Ideally you would have done some of that before but when you marry out of spite and passion, it's kind of difficult to completely think things through.

"I guess the only thing to figure out now is my house or yours?" You asked him.

"Probably mine. I'm sorry I love your mother but I don't want to be sleeping with you in the same house as her."

He chuckled at the end of his sentence. You rolled your eyes. Men.

"What about Steve though?"

James looked at you confused.

"What about him?"

"Where's he gonna go? We can't just kick him out in the middle of the night."

James laughed.

"Oh trust me. Steve sleeps like the dead. He sleeps through bombs detonating. He'll be fine."

You rolled your eyes. As long as you wouldn't get shit from it later it was fine you guessed.

You had reached your home again.

"I'm going to go back inside and grab a few things," you kissed him softly on the jaw, then his cheek, and tugged on his earlobe with your teeth then pressed a soft kiss to his lips, "I'll be right over."

"Yeah, okay. Hurry. Please." He mumbled and he kissed the top of your head.

You speed walked into your house and gathered everything you would need for your first night together. Your pajamas, although you suspected they would actually be on the floor and not really on you. Your toothbrush, toothpaste, your hairbrush and a change of clothes and underthings.

You also left a note to your mother. She would be furious. Oh well.

Mother-

I'm at James's house. Don't worry. Well, we decided why wait any longer? We don't need anything fancy and we don't need any people in a wedding party. We got married last night. I love you. I promise I do. I know you wanted to have an actual wedding but we couldn't wait.

That would have to do. You picked up your bag of your overnight belongings and ran out the door to James's house.

James opened the door in nothing but his pajama bottoms. He quickly pulled you into the house.

"It's gonna be a long night Babydoll."

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[cutiejimmyballs]

do eltingville fans know that the buck in "beedee beedee beedee ___ BUCK! " is A PART of the reference. the show is BUCK rodgers and he says it in reference to BUCK, the buck isnr always there btw twiki says beedee beedee beedee without buck too.

i see jerry fan art or like writing ot wtvr where he just randomly says or calls ppl buck with no beedee often and i think its because of a misunderstanding?? the buck is a part of it he isnt randomly calling his friends buck

this bothers me a lot sorry guys <\3

[my-marvel]

How I'd Make The MCU: 2011's Captain America: Heil HYDRA

1. Movie flashbacks to the events of Ant-Man and the Wasp, where the Big House was unshrunk and several villains escaped, among them being Arnim Zola and Zemo. They escape to HYDRA Island, where they find Reaper and Von Strucker leading HYDRA. Zemo declares his return and his intent to use the Tesseract to bring back the Red Skull from... wherever he was zapped off to in the first Captain America. 

2. Back in the modern day, Black Widow and Hawkeye are on a mission in Budapest taking down the Russian mafia in the city. They find in the storehouse of the mafia crates of weapons and advanced tech labeled as from A.I.M. "to HYDRA." Clearly this is bigger than the Russia mafia if HYDRA is active again. 

3. Steve Rodgers is at a movie theater in Washington DC. He's only been unfrozen for 2 years, and has been spending his time catching up on everything he's missed when he was in the ice. Today he's catching up on Star Wars. After the movie, he meets Sam Wilson, an Iraq War veteran who works as a councilor for veterans with PTSD. The two have crossed paths before, here they have a real conversation before Cap is called away by Nick Fury with a simple text: "HYDRA's back, Triskelion at 1630."

4. Back on HYDRA Island, Arnim Zola has been using the advanced tech like those found in Budapest to build a device to bring back the Red Skull. However, they require two things: A way to find the Red Skull and the Tesseract. Arnim Zola deduces if they search for the chemical makeup of the super soldier serum throughout the galaxy, they can pinpoint his location. Luckily, they know the Tesseract is in the Triskelion. So Strucker decides to send in their most effective operative after he's recently been defrosted: The Winter Soldier. 

5. Meanwhile, Captain America arrives at the Triskelion and meets Black Widow and Hawkeye. Maria Hill briefs them on their new mission, figure out what HYDRA is doing and stop it. Meanwhile, the Winter Soldier has infiltrated the Triskelion and is disguised as he goes through the facility to find the Tesseract. He makes his way to the basement, but not before Cap catches a glimpse of him and gets a heavy hit of deja vu. The Winter Soldier finds the Tesseract and begins escaping the Triskelion, but is stopped by Cap, Widow, and Hawkeye before he can escape. They fight, Bucky overpowers Widow, and at one point catches Cap's shield with his metal arm and throws it back with even greater force. The Winter Soldier escapes on a HYDRAbot which emerged from the Potomac to pick him up.

6. The Winter Soldier returns to HYDRA Island, giving the Tesseract to Arnim Zola, who has figured out what to do to find the Red Skull. Scanning the galaxy, they can look for the chemical signature of his super soldier serum, which was the same one Captain America had taken, so they just need a sample of the Captain's blood to calibrate the scanner. Zemo offers the Captain's head as a sufficient sample, and goes off with the Winter Soldier to collect a sample. 

7. S.H.I.E.L.D. is able to track the cosmic radiation of the Tesseract, and with it determines the location of HYDRA Island. Captain America, Hawkeye, Black Widow, and Maria Hill go in a Quinjet to the coordinates to find it. When they reach HYDRA Island, Zemo and The Winter Soldier are there waiting for them. They fight, Zemo gets the Captain's blood, and Cap manages to rip off the Winter Soldier's mask, revealing him to be Bucky, which throws Cap for a loop. Refusing to fight his best friend, Cap is captured by the Winter Soldier, though Zemo protests. He REALLY wants to kill Cap, but Bucky denies him, claiming the Red Skull will want the honor. 

8. As the others figure out a plan to rescue Cap and thwart HYDRA, Cap is brought before Strucker, Reaper, and Arnim Zola, who have completed the portal to the Red Skull. Cap isn't paying attention at all, he's still focusing on Bucky. Before the ritual can begin, Strucker detects Bucky is distracted, Bucky is indeed confused. Bucky asks why Cap called him Bucky, which Strucker ignores. Arnim Zola flips the switch, and the portal opens. Out comes the Red Skull, and all of HYDRA heils their returning Supreme Leader. 

9. The Red Skull is delighted to see Captain America at his feet, and revels in monologuing to Cap about how he's been stranded in space for almost 70 years, spending every moment pondering what he would do if he returned to Earth. Now he knows what to do, kill the Captain and restore HYDRA to it's former glory. It's then when the the HYDRA base begins to be bombarded. Turns S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent an "aircraft carrier" to attack HYDRA Island following Cap's team. HYDRA counterattacks, and the carrier erupts out of the water revealing itself as the Helicarrier. Black Widow, Maria Hill, Hawkeye, and SAM WILSON AS THE FALCON (he was given the suit by Fury) enter with a small army of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to attack HYDRA. Cap is freed and fights the Red Skull.

10. When HYDRA begins losing, Red Skull demands retreat, ordering the Winter Soldier to kill Captain America and cover his escape. Bucky finds Cap, who tosses away the shield and refuses to fight his friend. He and Winter Soldier have a "Fight" where Bucky is trying to kill Steve and Steve is on the defensive. Steve calls Bucky his friend, his brother, Bucky calls him his mission. Steve says, "Then finish it, cause I'm with you till the end of the line." This causes Bucky to snap out of it, running away from the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and stealing a HYDRA escape jet.

11. After the battle, HYDRA Island is decimated. Reaper and Strucker are captured, and Bucky is MIA. Steve wakes up in the hospital with Sam, Natasha, and Clint in the room with him. Steve's first words to Sam are, "Where'd you learn how to fly?" (referring to the Falcon suit). After getting discharged, Steve is approached by Fury one more time, who end the movie saying, "This was just a pilot study, you'll be working with Widow and Barton again in the future, maybe even Wilson if I'm feeling generous. The world needs Captain America again, more than ever." Then gives him a card with the Avengers logo on it.

My idea for some dialogue when Steve and Sam first meet:

Sam: So did you find a place in Brooklyn now that you’re back? 

Steve: I don’t think I’ll ever afford a place in Brooklyn again.

Sam: Yeah, ain’t always easy coming back home, but I bet the parade helped. 

Steve: Oh I missed the parade, remember? 

Sam: Right, human popsicle. 

Steve: *chuckles* 

Sam: Yeah, I didn’t get a parade either? 

Steve: Where’d you serve? 

Sam: Iraq. 

Steve: Why the hell were we in Iraq? 

Sam: long story.

[singemall-stayallnight]

James "Bucks" Burnett's Stories About Jimmy Page - Part 2

Part 1

Jimmy Page and Bucks Burnett in his Houses of The Holy suit, Tower House, London, 2013. | © Robert Greeson

In 2007 I Attended the Led Zeppelin Reunion as a Guest of Jimmy Page's Ex-Wife

By Bucks Burnett December 13, 2017

I found about about the 2007 Led Zeppelin reunion when I received an email with "Led Zeppelin Reunion" in the subject header. I thought that it was spam or maybe a hallucination until I saw the sender’s name: Jimmy Page’s former spouse, Jimena Paratcha Page.

“The band is getting together for a one-off concert in London on November 26," the email read. "Please keep this private as it won’t be announced until Wednesday. Let me know if you want tickets and passes.”

This was in late September 2007. When I read the email, my jaw dropped. Could this really be happening? After a few minutes of stunned silence, I replied "yes" and "thanks." It was that easy.

After the show was announced and the global media exploded, a lottery ticket system was set up and more than 20 million emails from all over the world crashed the system. Twenty thousand people bought tickets. Fans worldwide felt the heartbreak of being excluded. Many prayed for a tour announcement that never came. I thanked my lucky stars. I’m still thanking them.

I first met Jimmy Page in Houston in 1985, when I served as live-in butler and personal assistant to Small Faces bassist Ronnie Lane. We hit it off that night and have remained close friends since. I met Jimena Paratcha Page in 1997 at Jimmy Page’s London home, Tower House, when we gathered to attend a Paul Rodgers show at the Royal Albert Hall.

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By 2007, there was no reason to believe that the three remaining members of Led Zeppelin would ever reunite, but suddenly it was happening. With flight booked, I waited and imagined. I had not seen Led Zeppelin since 1977, and a 30-year dry spell was about to end.

The concert could have easily been canceled when, in early November, Jimmy Page fell in his garden and broke two fingers on his left hand. A postponement was announced, and after a week or so, the show was rescheduled for Dec. 10. Fans had to change thousands of flights and hotel reservations.

About a month before the show, I got a crazy idea: What if I could attend the show wearing a custom-made suit with the Houses of The Holy artwork on the pants and jacket? I was told this would be impossible, but thanks to a young seamstress in Austin by the name of Jess, I received my suit via FedEx one hour before I departed my house in Dallas for my flight to London.

I was still packing, and there wasn’t time to open the suit. I threw it in my suitcase, and about 20 hours later, I opened it in London and tried it on. As I checked the suit in the mirror, I realized I had, indeed, gone through the looking glass. This was getting real.

Jimena Paratcha Page kindly invited my party to journey down the Thames to the concert at the O2 Arena via a rented boat named Mercia. Imagine passing by Big Ben on a boat while chatting with Brian May and Juliette Lewis. It was that kind of night.

Once at the arena, I couldn't walk 20 feet without someone asking me to pose with them for a picture of my suit. It was a hit. I thought lots of people would show up in special Zeppelin attire, but it seemed I was the only one.

I didn’t see any of the opening acts. I was people-watching in the walkway.

What was it like being there? It was like Willy Wonka had printed 20,000 golden tickets for a private party with Led Zeppelin playing. All of us were wandering around, staring and waving at each other, chatting each other up. There were people of all ages and nationalities. We all had the feeling that this was our Woodstock. It was extraordinary.

When the lights went off, the arena erupted as the opening chords to “Good Times Bad Times” announced the beginning of a dream. The lights came on, and there they were again, at long, long last: John Paul Jones, Robert Plant and Jimmy Page, with John Bonham’s son Jason filling in on drums. It was an incredible rush to see them together again. It was two hours of very loud disbelief.

“We’ve been told that people from 50 different countries are here tonight," Plant said near the end of the show. "This is the 51st.” And with that came the opening chords to “Kashmir.” The whole thing just left the planet. “Kashmir” played in London for a handful of fortunate believers — this was the fabled night when Led Zeppelin flew again, one last time.

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The next day, I walked to a corner shop in my bathrobe and pajamas. I bought 10 different London daily newspapers, all with photos and reviews of the show on the front pages. The global media declared the event a bold triumph. I knew then, and I know now, that I had experienced something too incredible to fall within the reach of words.

In 2012,the Celebration Day CD and DVD were finally released. I attended the press conference for the launch in New York and ended up heckling a CNN reporter for being the fifth journalist in a row to ask about a reunion tour.

A year after that, in November 2013, I found myself back in Tower House in London for another surreal moment. Jimmy Page grinned as he signed his name near the signatures of Jones and Bonham on my Holy suit jacket.

“I believe ya told me Robert [Plant] refused to sign this, right?” he asked.

“Yep,” I said.

“Well then," he said as a mad gleam sparkled in his eyes, "it might be worth something!”

I might be the luckiest Led Zeppelin fan on Earth. Ten years gone, and it still plays like a fantasy in my head, as if I were really there. Maybe I was.