#buck x Bucky

[brotherwtf]

John having a wet dream about Gale guys imagine the repression

now it's easy when it's in flight school, he's young and he's horny and his new roommate looks like a fucking Hollywood actress, but imagine when he's older, he's air exec at Thorpe Abbotts and he wakes up ON MISSION DAY with come drying in his pants and the memory of his best friends petal pink lips parted in a beautiful moan

the level of anxiety and worry John must feel on that particular day, but also so much fucking shame for having dreamt of Gale like that, he sits next to him in the briefing with his cap in his lap and biting his lip because Gale's chewing on that damn toothpick like he always does and he's pouting in concentration and Johns trying really, REALLY hard to focus on Stormy talking about the cloud cover rather than Gale's lips wrapped around his cock

Jesus Christ John just being absolutely insufferable during the whole four odd hour mission, definitely one of their shorter ones for sure, freaking the fuck out because he just dreamt of Gale in a demeaning fashion and also freaking the fuck out that his best friend might die before he can come to terms with it

all he can do is sit around or pace the tower trying to ward off visions of Gale's trim waist, his always perfectly styled hair coming undone from the sweat of sex, and when he sees the first fort come back into Thorpe Abbotts air space he really shouldn't be thinking about how tight Gale must be

it really doesn't help when John's vision of Gale's sex mussed hair almost becomes a reality when he sees Gale jump from the fort, his hair pointing in every direction and sticking to his forehead with sweat. He's panting from the adrenaline, but all John can see is Gale panting from John's touches and he keeps his eyes firmly forward as he drives Gale to interrogation, fielding Gale's concerns about how tense he looks

all the while Gale has the biggest question mark over his head when cocky and brash John Egan goes bashful when he claps his hand on John's thigh like he always did to him... maybe he's just not feeling well (JOHNS HAVING A HOMOSEXUAL EXPERIENCE)

[toddkinn]

marge if bucky ever came to visit

[avonne-writes]

Mota Advent Banners - Week 3

Week 1, Week 2

These are the final set of banners I made for the Mota Advent 2024 event ❤️ In a reblog, I will also add their icon versions.

If anyone wants to use these or the icons, please feel free! 🥰 Go check out the @mota-collab blog to see all the advent treats we made together.

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in the event, and especially to @onyxsboxes for organizing it. Merry Christmas! 🎄

[feyd-meowtha]

“Come on! We’re gonna be late,” Gale called from outside. His words were muffled around the car keys he was holding in his teeth, both hands occupied with a wriggling five year old. “We’re coming, just putting on her coat!” John shouted from the hall before adding. “I’d like it to be remembered that I’m not the one who chose the coat with all the damn buttons.” A few seconds later Gale was strapping Max into the car and Terry came bounding out, her forest green winter coat looked perfect with its neat row of shiny black buttons. John followed her out, fumbling with the door lock as he nearly slipped on the icy ground, cursing under his breath when he dropped his keys in his hurry to get out. “Language!” Gale shouted, his head sticking out the car window and John shook his head. “They couldn’t hear me!” He said, giving the door a last pull and skidding over to the car. “You’re the only one with freaky sonar hearing like a bat.”

Ch4/4, 27,313 words

[xmysweetcreaturex]

I just finished this and what an accomplishment swifty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! what a way to reimagine a classic trope and make it feel new and fresh. Left me feeling all warm and fuzzy💞

i’m gonna be thinking about “i’m gonna fall in love with you someday” for a long time ✨

the heart is a muscle

ch4(NOW COMPLETED)

A Christmas Clegan fic, Chapter Two (Tattoo Artist/Florist AU) playlist

“Thought I was gettin’ robbed,” John says, and nudges the rotted wood with one boot, “Only couldn’t figure out why anyone would want this ugly old thing.

“How’d you know I was doing this?”

John gestures with his keys, “I got a security camera.”

There’s a childish urge to scuff his feet that shamefully that zips through Gale. Like he’s been caught doing something wrong; only John had mentioned wanting to replace the sign weeks ago. And, if he wasn’t careful, he would tumble right from the top of the ladder. 

John’s reaching for the new sign, wrapped in a blanket from home to protect it from any scuff marks and the elements.

“Wait–”

He stops, fingers just resting on one corner where the cover has come loose, shiny new paint glinting in the bright wintery sunlight. 

Gale drags his tongue across his teeth, works his jaw and then takes a steadying inhale against the heat creeping up his collar. “It’s supposed to be a surprise.” 

John’s face contorts for a second, almost vulnerable in the twist of his brows before it’s hidden behind a slow crooked grin, “Why Buck,” he drawls, “I thought you weren’t about the whole Christmas spirit.” 

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Cold Kisses (TWS)

Summary: The winter soldier always comes to you for help after a mission. He hardly speaks, let alone kisses you after a treatment...

Warnings: a kiss? flangst?

WC: 794

Read on ao3!

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The quiet hum of the medical bay was a stark contrast to the chaos that had undoubtedly unfolded on the mission. You adjusted the strap of your medical kit, fingers steady despite the anxiety that curled in your stomach. The Winter Soldier, the lethal assassin whose presence had haunted your every shift, was back. He had returned after every mission, but today... something felt different.

The door to the med bay creaked open, and there he stood—his cold eyes hidden behind the mask, his body battered and bruised from the violence that had unfolded. He didn’t speak. He never spoke unless absolutely necessary. His steel grip held the doorframe, his breath a shallow exhale.

You stepped forward, your professional mask slipping on as you took in his condition. The bloodstains on his combat gear, the bruises, the cuts, the faint but unmistakable signs of a mission gone wrong. He had returned before, but the desperation in his eyes today was something else entirely.

“Winter Soldier,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “You’re hurt.”

He nodded stiffly, moving past you toward the medical table. His movements were deliberate, controlled, but you could tell there was pain in each step. He sat down with a low grunt, his body too worn for his usual icy stoicism.

“Let me assess you,” you said, setting your kit down beside him. You kept your voice steady, though your hands betrayed you with their subtle tremor. The air in the room thickened as you began to examine him, your fingers brushing lightly over his bloodied skin, checking for injuries. You didn’t want to ask questions you knew he wouldn’t answer. But you couldn’t ignore the feeling that this mission had taken something more from him than usual.

The metal arm—his most iconic feature—was scratched, battered, a reminder of the relentless nature of his work. You gently checked his wrist, noting the way he winced but kept his gaze forward, unmoving. The silence between you two was familiar, but today it felt heavier.

“Your arm?” you asked, though you weren’t sure why you bothered. It wasn’t like he’d answer.

A grunt was his only response.

You moved on, your fingers tracing over a bruise on his side, one of many that had begun to form beneath his tactical vest. As your hands brushed against the cool skin of his torso, you could feel the tension in his muscles, the strain of too many fights, too many betrayals. His eyes were fixed on the far wall, and for a moment, you wondered if he was even aware of your presence.

The only sound now was his breathing, shallow and uneven. You frowned as you gently lifted his shirt to inspect the cut across his abdomen. It wasn’t deep, but it would need stitches. You reached for a needle and thread, your hands shaking slightly as you began to stitch the wound shut.

You didn’t mind the silence. It was part of the routine. But today, it felt like a weight, one that had been building with every passing second.

As you finished with the wound, you prepared to clean up the mess, but before you could move, he shifted on the table, his gaze suddenly sharp as he looked at you. His eyes narrowed—like he was studying you. Something in them had changed.

You were so focused on the task at hand that you didn’t notice him moving until it was too late.

Before you could react, he leaned forward with a suddenness that left you breathless, his lips crashing against yours. It was raw, desperate, and completely unexpected. His kiss was fierce, his hands gripping the sides of the table, his body leaning closer until you had no choice but to lean into him. The cold metal of his arm brushed against your cheek as he deepened the kiss, his breath mingling with yours.

Your heart raced in your chest, every muscle in your body frozen in shock. His lips tasted of blood and sweat, the remnants of the mission lingering on his skin. You didn’t know what to do, what to say. The Winter Soldier—this man who had been trained to kill without hesitation—was kissing you, and you had no idea why.

As quickly as it had happened, he pulled away, his face impassive once again, his eyes dark and unreadable.

He didn’t say a word as he stood, his movements stiff but purposeful. You stood there in stunned silence, your lips still tingling from the unexpected kiss.

Without another glance, he turned and walked toward the door, his presence as cold and mysterious as it had always been.

But something in you had shifted, something that would linger long after he was gone.

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[aust-een]

Good morning darlings, here’s some drool worthy content to start your day today.

[3d-wifey]

WHAT?! WHAT?! "IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME AND YOU GETTING MARRIED." WHAT?????!

Either Callum Turner made that up and is in love with Austin Butler, or the actual ppl were very tragically gay. It's probably both

[nebudaze]

yep it’s this pic

[1filly]

hurt bucky😔😔

[brotherwtf]

merry Christmas guys!!! 🎄🎄 as promised, here's a full length age gap fic as my gift to you guys!!!

to be here with you on AO3 (18.9k)

“A toast to us, my dear. To our first Christmas, here’s to many, many more, Gale,” John says and Gale can feel himself flushing again. “Here’s to us, John,”

the age gap John and Gale Christmas Fic

thank you all so much for being so patient with me while I worked on this!! I am so excited to share this with you guys and I hope you have a fantastic holiday 💕💕

[valianttyrantexpert]

[aramblingjay]

↳ variations on i love you by buck and bucky

[alienoresimagines]

If you put headphones on, you can definitely hear Bucky say "so cute" while smiling so wide at Buck just before he grabs his face 🥹 Thanks to @caterina07121 for catching it! I tried to heighten the sound so it's clearer but I don't know if you can hear it without headphones

[heretoobsessstuff]

My favourite scene: Gale’s last dance

Something I noticed when rewatching this scene is how the people around Buck are all watching Gale dance with meatball but Gale only looks at John. John is the only person Gale has eyes for and seems to care about watching him. When he winks at John its as if he does it to ease John’s nerves and for John to remember him this way: dancing with meatball and being happy and John looks at him as if he wants to commit every second of this to his memory.

[carnevol]

Callum?? Oh you're awful!