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[doggedfather]

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It took Sirius awhile, but after the breakup with Bucky- was it a breakup? They weren't exactly dating, but it felt like a breakup- he decided he needed to go out and do something to get over Bucky. It went better than he thought; he actually found a nice guy and went on a couple of dates with him. Sirius eventually took him home, and since they'd already gone on a few dates, it wasn't a meaningless hookup. As the guy was leaving the next morning, they ran into Bucky in the hall. Definitely not what Sirius would have wanted, especially when he saw the look on Bucky's face.

Sirius walked the guy out, and was surprised to see Bucky waiting for him outside his apartment when he went back upstairs. It was clear by Bucky's expression that he was upset, but wasn't Sirius doing what he'd told him to do? Then Bucky was grabbing his arm and dragging him into his apartment. Before Sirius could even ask for an explanation, Bucky was telling him he couldn't date that guy. And Sirius was pissed. Bucky had the audacity to be jealous when he'd told Sirius to date someone else? Sirius was not having it.

"What the fuck, Bucky? Who the fuck are you to tell me who I can and can't date? Last I checked, this was what you wanted."

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[sovietespionage]

valentines

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Her retirement had been a difficult transition at first, but as weeks turned into months, she was finding the subtle joy in playing house. There were occasions she got the call from Fury to gear up, but he respected her choice to stay off the active roster. After a lifetime of blood and pain and death, this was a welcome change.

Bucky needed to work, according to him. To keep Sam out of trouble, to solve the problems he had the skills for. Nat knew he still felt guilt over his decades as the Winter Soldier, and that he needed to repay the world for what he had done. On the surface, he understood that it had been HYDRA’s programming, but Bucky had grown up in an era were men took responsibility. He inched closer and closer to the man he had been before the war, and Nat was more than happy to support that. He was waking up with night terrors less nowadays, but all it took was a bad day for the doubts to re-emerge.

It was Valentine’s Day, and she’d been planning something special for him for a few weeks now. The forecast for the evening had cooperated - chilly, but clear skies. He would be back later after a debriefing, which gave her plenty of time to get everything together. The scene was set, and she took painstaking care with her hair and dress, making sure they were just right.

Before she left the apartment, she set out a suit and dress shoes for him on the kitchen island, a note beside the outfit reading “Meet me on the roof - N”.

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[medaledhonor]

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Steve popped open the can of Coke and set it into the cup holder in the middle console, opening a second as he lounged back into the passenger seat. They had both decided to start their trip with heading down to DC, to do the usual museum and tourist thing. Steve hadn’t been back there since Project Insight crash-landed into the Potomac. Since he’d discovered his best friend was still alive.

He sipped his soda and turned to look at Bucky’s profile as he drove. He seemed relaxed, and to Steve it felt like centuries since he’d last seen his best friend (lover, soul mate) so at ease. 

“I remember when we first talked about driving across the country,” he said, soft 40s music playing from his phone through the vehicle’s Bluetooth. “Once we finished high school, and my health leveled out. Better late than never, right?”

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[lovelylostminds]

From here @jbbarnes107

The routine is different now. Bucky picks up Aurora from school and Aurora loves it, she always ends up holding his hand as they walk, always talking about what happened at school as they walked to his apartment, aside from that she also makes things for him at school that he places on his refrigerator door. Charlotte is utterly in love with the routine, secretly Aurora loves him as a father figure.

“That’s okay.. I can teach you.” She guides his hands to her waist and her hands came up to rest on his shoulders before slowly shifting on her feet “It’s like riding a bike.” She whispered.

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Relta and Bucky had gone from strangers, to neighbors, to friends. Good friends, actually. Bucky was actually making an effort to nurture friendships on Dr. Raynor's insistence. She was right though. He really needed to get out of his head, stop living in the past and make a damn effort.

Bucky had been making it a point to spent time with her at least once a week. It was Friday night and he knocked on her door to ask if she had any plans. He felt like an idiot doing that. He really shouldn't have asked if she had plans the day he was going to invite her to do something. After knocking he actually felt like disappearing into his apartment and letting teenagers take the blame for knocking and ditching.

He didn't. He asked her if she wanted to come over for dinner and a movie. He ordered Thai food and was watching Casablanca. He really could have gone with something more modern but he didn't know what was appropriate.

Bucky set his plate on the coffee table and picked up his beer when Relta spoke. He choked on his beer and his face was bright red. Did she think he wouldn't make a move? He would. Eventually. Maybe. He was new to this.

"...Did I do... something?" He now looked very confused, the blush lingering on his face.

Relta enjoyed Bucky’s company, them going from strangers to fairly close friends. They often hung out, aside from just the self-defense training Bucky was giving Relta. Hell, they’d even gotten to the point that Relta was allowed to call Bucky by his nickname rather than “James”.

It had been a few weeks now that Relta had felt something shift between her and Bucky. They laughed together more, causally touched each other’s arms, and just seemed to be enjoying each other’s company more regardless of what they were doing. They’d even gone to a movie together, not that it was a date but it still felt...intimate. 

“You keep looking between my eyes and my lips when we talk,” Relta commented, “and I don’t think you’re looking at my lips because you’re trying to read them.” She knew Bucky actually had excellent hearing, so he’d have no need to read her lips. Instead, she assumed his fixation on her mouth was because he wanted to kiss her. 

Relta didn’t know how she felt about the idea of Bucky kissing her, but she wanted to know how it’d go and what she’d feel so she could determine if there really was a spark between the two of them or not. 

#jbbarnes107 #muse: relta #v: marvel

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“Can’t seem to put it back.” Bucky had dislocated his shoulder, his right one and he’d tried to pop it back into place but maybe it was the angle, he couldn’t quite get it to lock. He looked up at Nat. “Since I got back.” But Bucky was Bucky and previous trauma didn’t let him just accept anyone’s help. “You wanna give it a shot?”

Natasha looked at his arm, coming closer. She cringed, knowing how much it hurt to dislocate. And how much it would hurt to put it back in it’s place. “How long would you have waited to ask for help if I hadn’t come along and asked?” she asked lightly. She grabbed his hand though, and placed her other hand further up his arm. “Should I count down? Or just go for it?” She didn’t need to be asked to be willing to help. At least it was a simple enough thing to do in terms of first aid. One she’d learned well over the years.

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[sheshielded]

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Somehow, she had convinced him to go out. Normally Bucky enjoyed quiet nights where they nested on the couch and watched films, but she had caught him on one of his rare moods of wanting to leave the apartment. She wasn’t about to let the moment go to waste.

The club was pretty upscale, but after all those years in Madripoor learning to schmooze with the movers and shakers, Sharon got in touch with the right people and completed the right favors. The queue outside the club was filled with well-dressed people, but she lead the soldier to the bouncers manning the line. A few words later, the smiling man let them through, much to the disappointment of those waiting.

The interior was posh, a bar on side side, tables surrounding a large dance floor with a DJ opposite the bar. There was a broad staircase that lead to a second floor, full of tables and self-important people. Waiters and waitresses in neat but alluring uniforms made their way through the people, taking glasses and distributing them at the same time. The clientele was definitely made of people of means.

With expert grace, one of his hands held in hers, she moved through the throng to a table that afforded a good view of the club, and its exits. Old habits died hard; she didn’t need to explain it to him. She circled the little table and perched on a tall stool, setting her clutch on the tabletop.

“Good crowd,” she commented to Bucky, reaching up to tuck an errant curl behind her ear.

#jbbarnes107 #dj got us falling in love - bucky + sharon

[byondtheveil]

❝ are they making you uncomfortable? i can do something about it. ❞

A soft sigh escaped her lips when Bucky asked if the men were making her uncomfortable. "Amazingly... Acting like they have never seen a woman in shorts and a tank before... not my fault it's so fucking hot..." she grumbled. "Just sit with me, maybe they will get the message to fuck off..."

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[opheliaximmortal]

be with me tonight.

"Was that ever really in question?"

#jbbarnes107 #that's her confused face

[screwthejob]

2,6,7,34

Munday This or That

2. Glass half full or glass half empty? Depends on the situation really, but mostly half full. 6. Robots or dinosaurs? Dinosaurs, duh. Robots suck unless were talking terminator. 7. Guacamole or salsa? SALSA 34. English or Math? English, I suck at math.

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[wxrwounds]

Blush.

Jenna hadn’t even thought about closing the door, it wasn’t often the Bucky actually decided to stay the night and even when he did, he knew where everything was so he didn’t need to ask her for anything. Jenna had her clothes off, just the matching bra and panties when she looked up in the mirror and spotted Bucky, their eyes met briefly before she turned around and closed her bathroom door.

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[doggedfather]

@jbbarnes107

Sirius was returning home from a bar late at night, headed up the steps to his apartment when he heard quiet cursing above him. Bucky was outside his own apartment, fumbling with his keys and cursing under his breath. Sirius was about to make a joke about him being drunk, until he realized that Bucky had a cut on his cheek and what looked like a black eye.

"What the fuck happened to you?" The look of shock on Bucky's face as he turned to face him made Sirius raise an eyebrow, though he realized Bucky probably wasn't used to seeing men in a crop top, leather pants, and eyeliner. "Yeah, I know, I'm hot. Come inside and I'll clean you up." He unlocked his own door and grabbed Bucky by the wrist, pulling him along after him.

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[sovietespionage]

starter for @jbbarnes107

She’d done as much as she could, but her feet were screaming at her, and she knew better than to press her luck. Some days were better than others, but all those years of ballet caught up to her on occasion.

Natasha settled back onto the couch, turning to prop her feet up as she looked at the papers for the hundredth time. They were perfectly flat by now from all the times she had read and re-read the information presented. When Alpine brrrted and plopped on her belly, she absently stroked the cat’s fur. The cat, for her part, was happily kneading the woman under her paws.

When the door opened, Natasha looked over and smiled. She waited for him to take his boots off before greeting him. “Hey Sarge. How was your day?”

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[medaledhonor]

plotted starter for @jbbarnes107

Over the course of his life, Steve had learned many tricks most folk would think outside of the purvey of someone like Captain America. Hotwiring, lockpicking, things that made more sense for a person more subtle than a man who made his mark by throwing shields around. But few people actually knew the real Steve, the man under the stars and stripes.

Bucky did, though. Bucky had seen the scrappy 90 lb spitfire and the 200-something super soldier he turned into. 

Steve had taken to retirement because it had seemed the best course at the time. The world had changed, it needed new protectors, so the government said. Steve had done enough, he deserved to make his own way. He was all right with the idea; the years after the Snap had worn a little bit of him away. Losing Bucky, losing Sam, he’d spent a few nights trying to drink the pain away, to no avail. Losing Bucky a second time had almost crushed him.

It was that train of thought that led him to picking the apartment’s lock at five o’clock in the morning, letting himself into the spartan accommodations. He silently shut the door behind him, letting his eyes roam the living room that bled effortlessly into a kitchen. It was a far cry from the Barnes’ apartment he spent so much time in, but it had echoes here and there.

The kitchen was tidy enough to make Winnifred Barnes proud, everything in its place. The living room was almost barren, just a TV, a chair, and a couch. Steve assumed the right of the apartment was the same, a blank canvas for Bucky to add to when things seemed to fit. Steve rubbed his bearded face and smiled a little, then headed to the fridge to start putting away the groceries he’d brought.

In a short amount of time, as the sun peeked through the windows, Steve had shed his jacket and flannel shirt, working over the stove in a careworn tank top, dog tags jingling faintly as he moved about. Eggs sizzled in a frying pan, the smell of bacon filling the air as strips baked in the oven. Between minding the eggs and watching the bacon, the former soldier cut thick slices from a loaf of sourdough bread, another pan heating so he could toast them. He hummed along with the song playing off his phone, an Andrews Sisters tune that hadn’t seen popularity since the war.

#jbbarnes107 #breakfast - buck + steve

[lovelylostminds]

[text: Charlotte] I should be back in New York tonight.

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[text: Bucky] That’s good! We are making lasagna andpeach cobbler for dinner, come over to my place and stay so you don’t have to go back to your apartment so late.

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[theymakehistoryarchived]

8, 16 and 17

@jbbarnes107 || [Munday meme]

8.did you have a muse you tried to play, but didn’t feel connected to?

Yes. Sometimes I tried coming up with OCs, but then just didn't feel muse for them ever and I archived them. Same with some canon characters I tried pla

16. what’s the best way to approach you to start playing together?

Send me memes and/or DM me about wanting a thread! I'm really open to anything. I also post open starters, and replying to those also works.

17. what was your first muse?

Relta, but she was rather different back in the day haha

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