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buckets-and-trees · 2 years
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Bucky and the Shelves
Bucky and the Shelves
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky Barnes x female!Reader
Word Count: 1436
Summary: Bucky discloses a new interest to you, but he also doesn’t know if he can forgive you for introducing him to that damn kids book series.  
Warnings: Slow burn
Additional Notes: At 1.4k, this is a drabble that got a little lengthy for the series, too... Follow up to Bucky and the Brief Brush; part of The Brooklyn Boys drabble series.
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As you’d started to get used to him coming to the bookstore every Monday, it had brightened the beginning of your weeks, but not today. Today you were nothing but anxious, stomach swirling and whole body tight with nerves.
When Bucky shows up only a few minutes after opening, you’re not sure if you are relieved or not that he’s in this early, but you take a deep breath and steel yourself.
His eyes scan the shop, and he smiles when he sees your face but he’s shaking his head.
You can’t help but laugh; you’ve seen that look before on many faces – it’s the look of a reader who needs to debrief a particularly gripping narrative journey they’ve just had – and almost immediately most of your tension melts away from your mind.
“Good morning, Bucky Barnes.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Good morning? I think not.”
“You finished Half-Blood Prince?”
A solemn nod. “And the only thing that got me through was Julia. I’m only here for two books today, but first we talk. Dumbledore, Snape, horcruxes, the cave, Ginny, Draco, R.A.B. – I’ve got a list.”
He makes a beeline to the café side of the shop, and you hurry to follow, a grin growing on your face. The break between the sixth and seventh Harry Potter books is one of your favorite points in the series.
“Tell me more!”
He turns and you have to stop abruptly.
“Coffee first, and then, believe me, I will tell you everything.”
He orders his usual coffee, but adds a croissant to his order, which is new.
“Dare I say that’s very French of you?” you ask.
He shakes his head and laughs. “Maybe. Now order up so we can get to this.”
You order tea and a muffin for yourself and then you two sit at a table near the window. You rest both forearms on the table, learning eagerly towards him.
“I want to hear everything.”
“Thursday I read All the Pretty Horses and usually I read both of my picks before I read any of your picks, but I was too curious about Julia’s Cats, so I read that next.”
“And?”
“McCarthy’s writing was better than the plot for me, and it was a fine read, but I don’t think I’ll be reading the books that come after in the series. Julia’s Cats was simple but charming, I’ve got my cat, but I, too, now want to move to France, and of course I had to look up some of her old shows online.”
“What did you think?”
“She is a true singularity. I watched her on and off for hours.”
“Welcome to food tv, and she was the pioneer.”
One of the new kids working the café soon brings your order over to the table as Bucky goes on. He explains that he read Atonement next, which he was conflicted over, but then he dove into the sixth Harry Potter on Saturday, couldn’t put it down, and then couldn’t stop thinking about it, but had no one to talk to. He tried to start one of his other books, but couldn’t put the Half-Blood Prince out of his mind. “So, I read it again.”
You laugh outright, and he glares.
“No, I’m sorry, I’m honestly just delighted. The sixth book is one of my favorites of the series, so I’m loving this.”
“Which is your favorite?”
“No, not telling my ranking until you finish. But I want to know now, Sirius or Dumbledore? Which death was worse for you?”
“See, I can’t do another weekend like this, I’ve got to be able to text you for analysis in real time. I need your number.”
You pull a pen from the pocket of your smock apron, and scribble down your number as you press him again for his opinion, “But you didn’t answer my question.”
“They’re both terrible! But now who’s going to explain everything to me and Harry at the end of each schoolyear and book?”
“That’s what I wondered when I first read it! The thing is you’ve only waited, what, a day? A day and a half? I had to wait two whole years to find out what happened. It was as sweet as it was torturous though – all the anticipation and all the theories going through the fandom… it was one of the high points growing up.”
He’s fairly sure he knows who R.A.B. is, which doesn’t totally surprise you – it was another of instance of seemingly unimportant details that were mentioned earlier but easily forgotten, and you had only had your hunch so quickly because you were obsessed with the Black Family. He’s correct with his guess, but you don’t give anything away.
For nearly an hour it’s only Potter talk, and you vigilantly avoid any spoilers, though you coax his speculations out thoroughly. He only gets to stop at this precipice once, and the next time you see him, he’ll be done and know everything.
He explains that Julia saved him on Sunday – he fully immersed himself, starting at the beginning with The French Chef.
He said when he came in, he was only getting two books today.
They are Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows and Mastering the Art of French Cooking, and you had a copy of the former waiting at the front desk for him, but the latter you hadn’t predicted or thought of, but you’re thoroughly delighted with this revelation, and you lead the way over to the bookshop side of the store and make your way to the cookbook section.
You find Julia’s two-volume set of recipes that started it all and hand it to Bucky. “Maybe I will put together a Julia collection for one of our late summer features with her books and the books that have been written about her,” you muse.
“I know she’s sucked me in,” Bucky says with a smirk. “But, um,” he pauses and unnecessarily adjusts a book on the shelf at his shoulder that doesn’t really need adjusting, “how was your weekend?”
“Oh,” your heart stutters and your stomach drops. “It was fine. Good.”
You turn and start to make your way to the front.
He says your name, and you stop.
You turn back to look at him.
“Are you okay? Did something happen?”
“No, I’m okay it’s just...” You shrug and then cross your arms and lean up against the bookshelf. Your eyes drop to the books he has tucked under his left arm to avoid his face for a moment while you try and think of what to say.
“Sorry if you didn’t want to talk about it, but I’d been thinking I never ask you about anything other than books.”
If you don’t do this right, everything could implode.
“Now your heart is racing.”
You give half a laugh. “Super soldier hearing is so unfair.”
But it’s broken just a touch of the tension, enough that you can take a deep breath and force yourself to look into his face again.
His expression is open but earnest. Your heart skips a beat, but you simply let the words tumble out of your mouth, “Is this more than books?”
You can’t manage to say more than that.
But you don’t have to.
“God, I hope so,” he says.
The next second, Bucky has closed the distance between you, and his right hand is warm against your skin, cupping your cheek and angling your face up to capture your lips in a kiss.
Everything in that moment except his lips are forgotten. The kiss is somehow tentative but earnest – as earnest as he was looking at you the moment before, as earnestly as he always looks at you. His lips are firm and warm. You bring your left hand up to hold gently onto his wrist, not wanting him to let go of you.
Finally, he breaks off the kiss, and you are a little breathless. He only pulls his head back slightly, just enough to take in the expression on your face. He’s reading you, and you can see the question lingering in his eyes. His hesitancy melts your heart, and you can’t help but smile. He matches it, and then leans his forehead against yours. Both of you close your eyes, and for a moment you just breathe him in. He brushes his thumb softly over your cheek, and although you want to stop and hold onto this moment for days, there are more moments you’re yearning to experience with him now, too, so you tilt your head up and kiss him again.
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NEXT: read Steve and the Blindside because Bucky makes a significant appearance for the overall narrative of the series
(their stories are much more intentionally connected ever since the Interlude, so if you have not already read Steve's half up to this point, you may want to so you have the full context for everything that will go down in the next part - The Brooklyn Boys series list)
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becca-e-barnes · 8 months
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Bucky pinning you down so you can’t squirm and he’s just sitting inside you while he tortures your clit feeling you clench around him. He makes you cum over and over until he finally cums.
Overstimulation + super soldier stamina = …
- 🍯
Dear God, I know I just don't have it in me to behave during cock-warming. When it comes down to it, I genuinely have no patience at all 😵‍💫
"You..." Bucky begins, pressing you down onto the bed before gripping your ankles and forcing you to flip over onto your front. "Have a problem with control."
With your face turned away from him, you can't help but smile to yourself. No one has ever said it out loud but you know he's right.
Being in control is where you're most comfortable. No hands are safer than your own. Except maybe his. You know he won't fuck this up.
"And you..." He continues, gathering your wrists behind your back, holding them tightly with one hand. "Need to learn how it feels to have control taken from you. Do you understand?"
As soon as you begin to nod your head, you feel him start to tape around your wrists, holding them together behind your back. Once he's content they're secure, he sits on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror before he pulls you onto his lap.
"Legs spread over the top of mine." He orders and you do as you're told, not because you have to but because you want to.
You notice the way your cunt is already glistening in the mirror and you're almost embarrassed because he hasn't even touched you yet.
"Fuck, you're made for this." He groans, lining his cock up to your slick entrance and you wonder if he's holding his breath too while he slides into you, as deep as your bodies will allow.
You're obsessed with the sight in front of you; your own naked body, with your legs spread so far apart you can see how your cunt is stuffed full of him.
Being shorter though, your feet can't touch the ground like this. There's no way you'll get enough leverage to fuck yourself on him but as soon as you start to tell him that, he silences you with two thick fingers between your lips.
"I'm not letting you fuck me." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts, pinching your nipples and then settling between your spread thighs.
"I'm going to play with you. I'm going to see how much you can take. I'm going to work out exactly how you like your clit stroked and I'm going to do that until your legs are shaking and your body won't let you cum any more. Maybe then I'll fuck you but sweetheart, that will be hours from now." His breath is hot against the side of your face, his fingers slipping from your mouth to your waist while he starts to flick gently against your clit.
"I'm going to start slowly. I'm going to do everything I can to drag this out as long as possible. I can feel every clench and flutter of this pretty little cunt and I'm going to enjoy it until you're dripping over my balls." At this rate, it won't be long until you're dripping onto the carpet, never mind over him. You dreamed he'd want to take control like this but you never imagined the way your body would respond.
"And then, when you've cum more times than you can handle, I'm going to tell you that I love you while I fuck you like I don't."
Update: Part 2
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lexnierg · 3 months
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Some things about Comic!Natasha Romanoff I think often about
How Natasha thought for YEARS that she was a ballerina with the Bolshoi theatre only to find out it was all a lie
Her marriage / relationship with Nikolai (+ Rose)
How she went from "one in 28 Black Widow Agents" to "the last remaining Black Widow"
Black Widow: No Restraints Play (the whole comic. Everything about this comic is perfect.)
Sally Anne and Natasha's mother-daughter relationship
Rosie and Natasha
How people believed that Black Widow was only Cold War Propaganda and that she isn't real
The implication she might be a descendant of the House of Romanov
Her relationship w/ Bucky
Her relationship friendship w/ Marina
Her brothers (idc about the retcon) and basically her whole entire bio!family
"The Red Death" "The Slavic Shadow"
Her revenge when her sisters got murdered -> her psychopathic side, I need more of it, not less
There's more but those are the main points
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mondritter · 29 days
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You know, it's nice to see that I'm not the only one who felt... uneasy(?) about Buckynat getting back together after a decade 🙃
I mean I'm glad, the war is over (permanently I hope FGS), it's been so long but I DON'T LIKE THAT IT WAS WITH THOSE WRITERS and all the circumstances were... Weird and out of the blue? A bit sudden because in Cold War nothing relevant happened... And in Thunderbolts most of the same imo.
I mean why JUST NOW Nat finally decided to go back to him? I want to know her motivations, her thoughts, she's been through so much since The Widow Hunt and yet we don't really know what she thinks about it all.
And apparently those writers are going to write more stuff about them(?)
Look, I would love for an ongoing (I'm a bit tired of minis) for either Bucky or Nat or both separately, with recurring appearances of them in each other's run, appearing at crucial moments, as a cameo or a mention, so that they can be their own characters and not have to be tied to each other, and the reason I wouldn't want a run of the two of them together is because I think there are really very few writers who could handle them both well at the same time.
And I get the impression that if what it turns out those writers are hinting at is a Nat AND Bucky comic, they will end up using her as just a romantic interest and I don't like it at all.
I think I've already commented that I haven't liked how they've written Bucky since Devil's Reign, which happened 2 years ago and so far they haven't given me a reason to change my opinion, if they haven't been able to give a good writing to Bucky which is supposed to have been their main character, most likely they'll end up doing something worse with Nat 😭😭😭
It's as if we can never take a break 😂😭🫠
Well, I just wanted to get this off my chest to see if I could finally calm down a bit LMAO
I can only continue to pray for the miracle of Marjorie Liu writing them both because she is my personal favorite and one of the few I think can put them in a good place 🫡
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crossthread · 7 months
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There's something so inherently lovely about the trope comrades in arms falling in love. Are we so deeply entangled and connected by our common trauma? Would we ever fall in love if it weren't in the middle of a war? I'd kill for you. I'd die for you. But above all else I fervently wish to live for you. We're deep in the trenches, mud up to our knees and blood on our faces but your warmth makes it bareable. After the war, I wake up panting from nightmares and I always reach for you, even when I can't bear your touch. We've walked hell together. I've seen you commit the most atrocious of sins but I kiss your blood soaked hand so gently because I understand. I was there with you. I cannot bear to ever part from you.
Just. Falling in love in the middle of a war is so tragic and gritty but there's just something about finding softness in the hardest of places.
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perdidosbucky-yyo · 3 months
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I need biker bucky... Like fuck I need him.
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jtl-fics · 3 months
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Your hate for MCU steve rogers is soooo real
I think about Captain America: Civil War and i get so mad that I bother half my friends about my hate boner. It is so real.
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purple--queen · 3 months
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Bucky & Clint are different kind of nerds. Bucky is more into Books (fantasy, sci-fiction ect.) & Clint is more of an gamer (playstation, x-box ect.)
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thecipher · 1 year
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A quick Stucky thingy 💙💙💙
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buckets-and-trees · 2 years
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Bucky and the Brief Brush
Title: Bucky and the Brief Brush
Fandom: MCU
Characters/Pairings: eventual Bucky Barnes x female!Reader
Word Count: 1298
Summary: The bonding that can happen over books is something that cannot be underestimated.
Warnings: Slow burn
Additional Notes: Follow up to Bucky and the Books; part of The Brooklyn Boys drabble series.
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He comes every Monday morning, then later in the week on Thursday or Friday, that’s the pattern that has developed.
“Do you do anything but read, Barnes?”
“You know I’m on a mission.”
“The 80 best books from the last 80 years list that I have many qualms with.”
“I’m no quitter.”
You smirk. “You’re such a nerd.”
He scoffs. “Of the two of us, who owns a bookshop?”
“You at this point, right? Where are you even keeping all your books?”
His jaw lifts just slightly. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Actually, you would… the professional side of you is curious, but so is the part of you that finds every new bit of information about this man more fascinating than you should.
“You better be treating them right, Barnes.”
He scoffs again, but this time in mock offense. “They are more than well taken care of.”
You finally let a grin split across your face, and he smiles back.
That smile melts you every time, and it seems to be coming more often and more easily with each visit to your shop.
After his first few visits, you build up enough credibility that he’s willing to buy essentially everything in the stack of books you curate for him between visits when he walks in, but you always insist on hearing his thoughts about the books he’s just read before you finalize the stack, sitting across from each other at any of the cozy tables in the café and bakery side of the shop, you making mental notes of any additions or alterations.
You talk about how much you hate that he gets to read Harry Potter all at once when you had to wait for years. This time you’ll be sending him away with the sixth book in the series – one of your favorites. Over the weeks, you’ve discovered that he loves fiction and non-fiction, just as you do, but he gravitates away from history books, preferring niche topical explorations and memoirs over biographies. You imagine that has to do with his own complicated relationship to time passing – in more ways than one – there’s the years he missed, the historical events he was part of that you think he’d like to avoid to a point, but you think he also gravitates to the niche and the memoir because they’re so robustly tied to elements of life. He was held hostage in sleep and missions for seventy years; getting to live a life now, it makes sense that he wants to indulge in the particular rather than the abstract.
And then there are the books on his list. It’s a fine enough list, but you have your disagreements over what was and was not included for some of the years. As much as you love when you connect over books you love, the way he can get carried away tearing a book apart when he does not like one of the reads is irresistible. He vacillates between short abrupt statements and impassioned tirades. The way Bucky can go from few words to a fountain of words is fascinating to you.
He's always mindful of your time though, and you’ve noticed he seems to time how long he’ll stay based off how long it takes for you to drink your tea or coffee. Sometimes he finishes his as well, sometimes he takes it with him. In the beginning you would order a small cup, but now that you know you’ll enjoy the time, you order the extra-large iced tea (you don’t need to overload on the caffeine with the largest coffee).
In addition to Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, you’re sending him away this time with The Help and The Hidden Life of Trees. You went with a few H’s this time around. From his list, he’s fetched Atonement and All the Pretty Horses. It’s going to be an interesting collection of reading, to be sure, and so you pull one more book you’d gone back and forth on to complete the pile as you ring him up.
You found out when he was here last that he has a cat, and it made you think of a very niche book, making it the last in the stack you have for him today. You hold it up, and the look he gives you can only be described as a quizzical grin.
“Julia’s Cats?”
“Yes.”
“Ring it up then.”
You scan the barcode on the back of the book and then tell him the total. He taps his phone to the card reader while you smile down at the image of Julia Child and the orange cat on her lap that adorns the cover of the small hardback.  
“I just,” you trail off for a moment, and you skim your fingers over the spine of the book as you slip it into the tote bag (from your shop) that Bucky returns with each time. “Some books suck you in, but this one just wraps you up in, oh, I don’t know… non-invasive longing? It makes me want to pick up and move to France with my own Paul, dote on a cat, cook, and simply enjoy a perfect glass of wine every night for the rest of my life.”
“That sounds idyllic,” he says quietly.
As he reaches for the bag, his fingers brush over yours. You don’t move, or you can’t move, you’re not sure which it is, but the warm touch has you frozen. Finally, you raise your eyes to look at him. You clock the upturn of his lips in a tender smile a split second before he looks up as well, and then suddenly he blinks, his mouth drops open as if to say something, but then he closes it, and pulls the bag away, breaking contact.
“I’ll see you next week,” he says in a rush, turning away, and he’s out of the shop in less than two seconds.
You are left both flustered and frustrated, the fluttering you’d felt a moment before abruptly flattening with his hasty exit.
You decide to busy yourself with reorganizing some of the books in the children’s section to take your mind off that strange ending – and to avoid Greg, who has been keeping close tabs on Bucky’s visits whenever they coincide with his shifts.
Greg is not able to hide his smirk when you can’t avoid the office and him anymore.
You sink down into one of the chairs in the small shared office. “Just say it.”
“You say it,” he says, the smirk turning into a full but warm grin. “You like him.”
You huff impatiently. “I guess. Bucky is clever and challenging and fun.”
“And handsome. I’d switch teams for him.”
You laugh openly. “There’s no denying he is quite the specimen.”
“He’s your textbook tall, dark, and handsome, practically pulled straight from the description of almost every fictional man you’ve ever swooned over.”
“Are you speaking generally or specifically about my taste in fictional men? Should I feel attacked right now? I feel like I should feel attacked, but also, I’m not ashamed. I know I have a thing for tall, dark, and handsome – never denied it.”
“Well, I ‘ship it.”
“Stop! There’s nothing to ‘ship!”
“The hell there’s not!”
“He bolted when our hands brushed!”
Greg laughs. “Exactly! He’ll be back for more.”
“Greg!” You cover your face. “I can’t do this!”
“A developing friendship laced with a touch of longing: you know the trope as well as I do. Slow burn, big pay off.”
He winks and then slips out of the office.
This was fine. You were fine. It didn’t need to be romance. In fact, it really shouldn’t be romance. Friendship was fine. You needed it to stay friendship.
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becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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Becca the way I ran over here is insane I have to share this with you. Dbf ceo Bucky tying his tie around your throat pulling it back as he rails into from behind on his desk while he calls you his favorite cock warmer.
Wtf that’s so hot 🙃 like a really frantic, filthy, desperate quickie over his desk because you just couldn’t help yourselves and he needs a little relief
Maybe he’s had a long day and it's really taken it out of him. Some days just don't go smoothly for him and you know to expect that but the second you see his face, you know it's been a rough one.
He looks tired. His frown lines seem a little deeper set than usual and his jaw is clenched but apart from that, it'd be hard to tell he's had a long day because he hides it well.
"Everything okay?" You keep your voice soft, encouraging him to relax and you notice his shoulders drop ever so slightly.
"Bad day." He confirms but it's impossible to miss how he seems to focus on the hem of your dress. Your dress stops just above your knees, leaving your legs exposed for him to appreciate and he doesn't say much more before doing exactly that.
As soon as you're settled on his desk, his hands are drifting up that bare skin, starting at your ankles, roaming confidently up the back of your bare legs. You know he needs this. He needs an outlet for all that frustration and a warmth settles in your stomach because even when he wants to be rough with you, he's still awfully considerate.
He kisses the insides of your knees, trailing the tip of his tongue gently up the inside of one of your thighs until he's able to place a chaste kiss to your clothed sex. He gasps softly, marvelling at how slick the thin lace is under his lips, knowing he's hardly even touched you and you're already desperate for him.
"Bend over the desk." He orders and while you follow his instructions, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers before freeing his cock. "You're so fuckin' wet." He grunts, rubbing his stiffening length against the drenched fabric of your panties, giving himself a moment to admire your ass.
"You." He begins, loosening his tie before tugging it off, keeping the knot intact. "Are just a hole for me to fuck for the next hour. You got that?"
"Y-yes." You whimper, pressing yourself back on his cock, shame burning in your cheeks when he laughs at how pathetic you are.
"You're a fucking cocksleeve." Oh God, he needs this. Everything in him is screaming at him to bury his dick inside you and he can't ignore his need any longer. "I don't care if you get off on this. I don't give a shit if you cum." You know that's not true but believing this is just a rough, frantic fuck for his pleasure makes it even hotter somehow.
"Use me." You whine, gripping the edge of the desk. He pulls your soaked panties to the side, slipping the loop of the tie over your head, keeping a nice tension in the length of it as he slides slowly into you.
"Christ, you're tight." He grunts, tugging on the tie so the pressure on your neck makes you yelp. The first glide of his length into your body is always pure bliss for you but it's that little bit better when you pretend that he doesn't care.
"Stupid. Little. Cockslut." He offers sharp, shallow thrusts with each word and there's no stopping the way your eyes roll back. His tip nudges the soft, velvety spot inside you with each thrust and you know if he keeps that up, you're going to cum, whether he cares or not.
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h3adph0nez · 9 months
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'He knew me. He knew my name. I had a name. I have a name. I was someone before this.' - The Winter Soldier: Cold Front page 106-107
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would you ever write buck x bucky?
I would and sorta have. Here. And more will be hinted at in upcoming segments of the Dear John Universe. I’m a very case by case basis for this but -Lordy, just watch them, there’s so much fuel for it!
And yet I stare at that and also realize i am a touchy Egan in my close friendships: no wonder I get asked if I’m married to my bffs. 🤣
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Have you got a specific scenario in mind?
My go-to is categorically “platonic” for them, although as is the case with many wartime loves, those men seem to have been closer than they ever would be with anyone else, children and wives included. It just happens that way, time and again, when going through something harrowing -and they were already so attached before. So, Buck x Bucky to me on this blog is just them, their dynamic and their love.
For more outright “romantic” takes on it, I am down for sure, have even dabbled in it here, as mentioned, and depending on if I find a scenario inspiring I’d happily explore it further.
Sorry to be long winded about this, just realized I’ve not stated how I go about viewing them so I’m taking the chance to yack now, hehe.
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navybrat817 · 1 year
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This made me think of Stud and Smartie
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CnkzPB6KIjP/?igshid=ZDhmZGIxNmQ=
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Bahaha. Yes! This is absolutely them. ❤️
Also, love the soundproofing of the bedframe in that video.
Just imagine your shock when Bucky actually pulls you off the bed, you shrieking as he chuckles. "Bucky! I'm too heavy!"
"You're not and I don't ever want to hear you say that again."
"You can't hold me upside down like that!" you argue as he manhandles you and gives your ass a light smack for your disparaging remark.
All with his metal arm.
"If you think I can't hold you up, sit on my face instead. Either way, I'm hungry, I'm eating, and I'm gonna need seconds."
Love and thanks! ❤️
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daydreamerdrew · 2 months
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Captain America: White (2008) #2
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