#bucky tag game

[spectrecowboy]

I'd like to think sometime after getting his autonomy back Bucky got to read the Lord of The Rings

[underratedgrapeju1ce]

always the protector

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Making a new tag game because I wanted to

Next fic mood board tag game!

I need some motivation to finish editing my next fic so here's a mini moodboard!

Let's see your "next fic" moodboards!

Tagging: @late-to-the-party-81 @buckys-wintersoldier @little-miss-dilf-lover @daycourtofficial

[heretoobsessstuff]

Last line tag

Ahhhhh im so happy u tagged me @valstarsandgalaxies thank u so muchhhh 🥹🫶🏻

Here’s a little piece of the “babe can I call?” WIP i wrote recently (a 5+1 fic, 5 times John call Gale in the middle of the night and one time Gale does instead!)

“Gale,” he breathes, relief flooding him at the sound of that familiar voice. He hears Gale shuffle before he speaks again.

“John? Is that you?”

John took a shaky breath, trying to drown in that voice, willing it to pull the fear from his body. His hand shook as he gripped the phone like a lifeline.

“Are you drunk again?” Gale sighed, his voice heavy with sleep. John felt floaty, dread sitting at the pit of his stomach as he tried to calm his breathing. He felt desperate to make sure Gale is okay. That he’s alive. That he’s still here. He jumped to answer.

“No—not drunk. Gale, I—”

“John? What’s the matter? Where are you?” Gale interrupts, urgency threading through his words.

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

“Nothing. I’m home. I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have called.”

“Are you okay? You’re kinda freakin’ me out right now.”

Gale sounded concerned—panicked, even, his voice rising in pitch. John took another deep breath, fighting to steady himself.

“I just-just need to hear your voice.”

His eyes burnt with tears, so he closed them, feeling the weight of the night press down on him.

“Did something happen?” Gale’s worry is palpable, and John shook his head even though Gale couldn’t see him, exhaling deeply as the lump in his throat threatened to choke him.

“No. Just wanted to know-needed to know you’re there.” The words were finally out and he felt his stomach clench with anxiety. As if he was expecting Gale to say he wasn’t okay and that he was dead and that these past months of leaving England and flying back home were all a dream. That Bucky was still in Stalag, without Gale, counting the days until something happened and ridded him of this misery-

“I’m here, John,” Gale says softly, voice gentle, cutting through the chaos like a knife.

“You’re okay,” John says shakily.

“Yeah, I’m all in one piece.” A pause. “As okay as I ever was, Bucky.”

Ahhhhh this is going slow but im rlly excited to share snippets 🤭 absolutely no pressure tagging @amiserableseriesofevents @happy-days19 @onyxsboxes @joeyalohadream i’m rlly sorry if you’ve done it already ❤️❤️

[a-physical-avatar-of-scribbles]

this one goes out to me taking so long in layer 3 that all the starlings just. Left. like they all just disappeared. i was still paranoid the whole time but it made it easier i guess??

[navybrat817]

WIP Poll Game!

Rules: Make a 24 hour poll listing the titles of every WIP you want to work on. (It’s fine if you only have one, still make a poll for the vote count.) Whichever WIP title gets the most votes, write 1 sentence for every vote received.

Thanks to @vintagebuckybarnes and @theinheriteddutchess for the tags! I have quite a few WIPs, so I provided some options and you lovelies are welcome to ask about them.

NPT: @targaryenvampireslayer @jobean12-blog @astheskycries @ghotifishreads @holylulusworld @romanarose @foxgloveprincess @sergeantbarnessdoll @jen-with-a-pen @reveluving and anyone seeing this who wants to play! ❤️

[daniel-bruehl]

WALTER SULLIVAN Silent Hill 4: The Room (2004)

[sunsetmaidenwrites]

Thanks to @questinwitchface @bastianfruit and @ineffable-snowman for tagging me. Thanks to @jemgirl86 for doing fun things to help cleanse and reclaim the tag!

Rules: Share your top 5 favorite SamBucky fics that you've written, and then tag 5 people.

Destination Wedding M, 31,155 words

Opposites reluctantly attract when Sam and Bucky keep running into one other at Steve's destination wedding. (Lots of bickering and bantering in this one, which was super fun to write.)

Excerpt:

The man was dressed all in black, like he was going to a freaking funeral. Kinda fitting actually. Sam could relate. As if sensing Sam’s perusal, he glanced up, giving a brief nod and a tight smile, Sam hit with the most gorgeous pair of eyes he’d ever seen. Blue shimmered with gray, lending the stranger an ethereal quality that more than made up for his decidedly grungy appearance. Hair shaggy and unkempt, escaping the man bun he’d thrown it in, scruff lining a jaw that was probably too chiseled for Sam’s peace of mind…

He stiffened at the thought, wondering where it had even come from. He was not the sort to go checking out rando’s at airports, especially one that looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, opting out of the shower to save time because he was running late.

Sam was never late. This dude looked like he’d never made it on time for anything.

2. That Picture T, 8,168 words

Captain America and the Winter Soldier on the outs? Working on opposite teams? No longer in each other's lives? What's going on?! Can this relationship be saved?! (This fic was written after the first Bucky Thunderbolts* pic came out and sent us all into a tailspin. It's actually one of my less popular SamBucky fics, so I'm a little protective of it. I don't think I did a good job promoting it or selling what it was really about, but if you make it to the third chapter, it's worth it. I love Sarah in this one, too.)

Excerpt:

Not only was Bucky Barnes out of work, he was also out of options, out of friends, and out of chances. His pardon hanging by threads he was damn near ready to sever himself just to be done with the whole fucking thing. Let them lock him in the raft, never to see the light of day again.

Without Sam Wilson there was no sunshine anyway.

3. The Wilson Home for Reformed Assassins T, 2195 words

Bucky Barnes has some explaining to do after Sam Wilson finds a feisty blonde former assassin in the kitchen, eating all the food and looking for a place to stay. (This was my first attempt at writing Yelena. It was fun giving her and Bucky a sibling vibe and writing her meeting all the Wilsons.)

Excerpt:

"Sam! What's going on in my kitchen right now?" Sarah watched as Yelena speared a cinnamon roll with a wicked looking knife and proceeded to eat it. 

"Cool knife," Cass said, his eyes widening with a mixture of adoration and fascination.

"I can show you how to throw the-"

"Sam," Sarah interrupted Yelena, a dangerous edge to her voice.

"Sarah, I can explain," Sam said, keeping his voice level, alarmed by how much his sister reminded him of his mother in that moment. Darlene Wilson had been the sweetest woman on the planet, until you got her riled. Sarah was definitely edging riled.  "It's Bucky's fault!"

4. The Only Thing I'd Change T, 13,772 words

Sam overhears Bucky say something curious and obsesses over it. Bucky notices Sam acting differently and spirals about it. And Sarah just wants them both to use their words. (An established relationship fic where both Sam and Bucky do too much overthinking and not enough communicating, but they love each other so damn much you know it's gonna work out in the end. I think this is probably one of my better written works and definitely one of the fics I spent the most time working on, tweaking, and obsessing over. At times, I felt like this fic was gonna break me, but it ended up being quite healing instead.)

Excerpt:

"Can you move your seat up?" He’d asked another lifetime ago, sullen and lost, broken beyond repair without even a smidgeon of hope. And through the mess of pain and disillusionment came one brisk, certain reply.

"No."

Bucky had fallen a little in love that very moment. The only person who could love an obstinate asshole was another obstinate asshole. And on some vague level, Bucky had recognized even then that he’d found his obstinate asshole.

5. An Affair to Remember M, 40,365 words

Sam is a college running back destined for NFL stardom. Bucky is a depressed mess just trying to make it through the day. A wrong number leads to an unexpected connection and a secret relationship that can only be temporary...right? (This one will always be special to me. It was my first real chaptered work on AO3, and the first fic I wrote that garnered passionate responses. It's angsty and heart-breaking at times, but also has a lot of humor and heart and an array of guest character interactions I'm really proud of. Reader response and engagement really meant so much to me with this one.)

Excerpt:

Sam’s eyes shone with joy. “You showed up for me, Buck. Maybe that’s what changed everything. Like flipping a switch and now nothing will ever be the same since I’ve seen you in this light.”

“I never wanna be the man who doesn’t show up for you, Sam Wilson.”

“Now you’re just trying to charm me. Steve warned me about that, ya know? His rascal of a friend Bucky. The charmer with the million-dollar smile and a shitload of pretty words. Then I met you and there was zero smile and about 10 words and a grunt or two. I thought he was full of shit, but here we are.”

“Here we are. Maybe I’m an acquired taste.”

“Maybe. Had a shot of you last night, now here I am back for more.”

Honorable Mention:

I have had so much fun with the Friends Don't series! It would be hard to pick a favorite there because it runs the gamut of being fun, fluffy, serious, and angsty. But Friends Don't Get Lipsy When They Get Tipsy gets a special shoutout because it both makes my heart ache and cracks me up every time I do a reread.

No Pressure Tagging: I'm late to the party, so I think everyone is probably already covered. But I'll add @abarbaricyalp @thatmexisaurusrex @firstelevens since I haven't seen anything in the tag from them yet. If anyone wants to do it, consider yourself tagged--or send me an ask and I'll sneak your name in. 🥰

[underratedgrapeju1ce]

can anybody hear me when i'm hidden underground?

can anybody hear me am i talking to myself?

[triggerlil]

got tagged by @swifty-fox for the last sentence game (better late than never) so here's some bucky pov i wrote last night...

He doesn't want to go back. Of course he wants to see his sister; she's a teenager now and he feels like he barely knows her. When had they stopped chasing each other with sticks in the backyard? He just didn't want to be under that roof, inside the house that turns him into the worst version of himself-- something ugly and small and weeping. He could endure it, and he would do so willingly. He cared about his family, he loved them. He wanted them to be happy, at least.

sorry if youve been tagged recently but here we go @shipstorms @feyd-meowtha @thoughpoppiesblow @trashbag-baby666

[heretoobsessstuff]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday

thank u sm for the tag @joeyalohadream pls pretend i'm posting this on sunday 🤫

Here's a few lines from a lil fic I'm working on which is currently untitled

John chuckled softly, nudging Gale’s shoulder lightly with his own. 

“Or”—he dragged out the word, just to be a menace—“you try to be all tough, but you’ve got a soft spot for me. Just admit it, Buck.” His grin widened, his voice light and teasing.

For a moment, there was no response, only the soft rhythm of Gale’s breathing. Then his voice cut through the teasing, low and startlingly serious, like he was making a confession.

“I do,” he said, tone unwavering. “I do have a soft spot for you, John. I really do.”

The words hit John in the chest and sank into his heart, making it race. It was as if Gale had reached out and laid bare something raw inside him. He felt strangely choked up as he pulled Gale in a little closer, his hands soft against the warmth of Gale’s skin.

“Yeah?” John asked, his voice muffled by Gale's hair. “You really do?”

Gale’s head nodded against John’s chest, but he didn’t say anything more

it's literally monday but i will tag @alienoresimagines @happy-days19 @amiserableseriesofevents @trekkiehood @majorbuckyeganbc bc i have no shame 😭 whenever u wanted to do it absolutely no pressure ofc ❤️

[gay-jewish-bucky]

What would your [tumblr] blog look like if it were a person?

I was tagged by the lovely @mieczyhale! It'd obviously be femme Jewish Bucky. I couldn't settle on one, so here are a handful of looks with tichels and magen davids galore!

Left: Wakanda | Middle: Gardening | Right: Red Carpet ft. Alpine

Left: Reading The Hobbit | Middle: Pride | Right: Pastel Goth

[navybrat817]

WIP Wednesday

Because why not, lovelies? From my upcoming one-shot, Chokehold.

*****

The Sergeant stood against the wall with his arms crossed as you stretched, one foot pressed against it as his eyes slid over to you. Quickly averting your gaze, you tried to concentrate on warming up instead of how good he looked in his workout gear. While his sweatpants hung low on his hips, the dark short sleeved shirt clung to him like a second skin. He had his hair pulled back, too, which only enhanced how bright his eyes looked under the gym lights.

You refused to get aroused just from looking at him.

Too. Fucking. Late.

*****

NPT: @caplanbuckybarnes @cocoamoonmalfoy @xoxoviva @eulalielatibule @hansensgirl @ellethespaceunicorn @krirebr @astheskycries @paperweight91 @ghotifishreads @bucks-babe @flowersforbucky and anyone else seeing this who wants to play! ❤️

[underratedgrapeju1ce]

this fucking game about grief and the selfishness of humanity and also Funny Beaver

[avonne-writes]

Rules: show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Thank you for the tag @counting0nit and @joeyalohadream 💕

“Gonna put a baby in you.” Bucky pants. “My baby. Oh fuck.”

Yeah, umm... Smut FicTM is still in progress.

Not sure who hasn't been tagged yet, but I'll tag @onyxsboxes @nicijones and @hogans-heroes (not really following the rule but 🤷‍♀️)

[donteverblameash]

Me, squinting at my feed, trying to figure out if that drawing of the buff, tan man with the beard is Jayce Talis, Jesus of Nazareth, Odysseus of Ithaca, or James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes with the most fluffy beard to ever exist.