It’s too cold outside for my sexy mailman to wear shorts, so now I can’t check him out :(
I’m sad.
Bucky said this.
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@marveldeliversusps
It’s too cold outside for my sexy mailman to wear shorts, so now I can’t check him out :(
I’m sad.
Bucky said this.
Save the Postal Service
I just called my (Republican) senator about the post office, hammering the “I run a SMALL BUSINESS and without the post office the SMALL BUSINESS that I run will go under” angle.
If you have time to call your representatives, and spin your need for the post office into $omething they $eriou$ly give a damn about, I recommend you do the same.
NOC shift doodle.
Prompt: New Hobby
Thanks for the prompt and political advocacy, @queenoftherandomword! Hope you like it!
Prompt: Looks like somone has a new hobby
Pairing: Stucky, shrunkyclunks, background Sam/Nat
Rating: M
Art by @inflomora-art. I’m obsessed with this pic.
Steve heard a knock and rushed to the door. It was around three PM and his postal worker, Bucky, would be dropping off the mail soon. On days when he wasn’t too busy, Bucky would stick around and chat with Steve for a few minutes. Those were the best days.
Mailman Bucky was beyond hot. He had a cleft chin with a bit of softness under it, wrinkles from smiling and sparkling grey eyes. He was so beautiful he even made the dumb postal worker hat look good.
Postman Steve Prompts
Steve comes along when Bucky is swearing at his mailbox, which is old and needs the lock repaired. Cue Bucky being embarrassed and turned on by Steve in his uniform.
Steve makes a point of adjusting his route so he can always catch Bucky coming home on his lunch break.and hand him his mail.
Who wore it best?
Tbh, I think they are both killing it. Art by the amazing @inflomora-art !
Fandom meets advocacy with Marvel Delivers USPS
The postal service is under attack by Republicans and the Trump Administration. Despite the vital role the USPS serves for seniors, folks with disabilities, veterans, and low-income individuals (among many others), Republicans are attempting to dismantle this service to sabotage mail-in voting and increase profits for private delivery companies. We have to fight back!
The Marvel Delivers USPS event is intended to raise awareness about the importance of the Postal Service and encourage advocacy.
More details here
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Postal Worker Bucky
Here’s an example of a ficlet for the Marvel Delivers USPS event.
Prompt: Clint's dog Lucky gets all of postal worker Bucky's attention, and Clint gets none. Something has to change.
“Who’s a good boy? Are you a good boy?”
The door to Clint’s house is closed, but he can hear the thump of Lucky’s delighted tail wagging and his happy little woof when Bucky scratches him just right.
Lucky, a one-eyed, three legged mutt and ball of sunshine, had been inside with Clint most of the day, but he nosed at the door at three thirty, like he somehow could tell time and knew when the mail was coming. Maybe he could. Clint had let him out in the front yard, so Lucky could wait for his second favorite person: Bucky, their postal worker.
Clint doesn’t open the door right away, doing so seems to spook Bucky and that seriously cuts into Clint’s pining and spying time. Bucky is the hottest postal worker Clint has ever seen. His shirt stretches against his broad chest, that top button doing its damnedest to stay in place and not fly off into oblivion.
Not that Clint would mind. Nope. He’d probably cheer. He’s been watching Bucky for five months, ever since Bucky took over for Edward, who was nice but never made time to talk. Bucky’s not like that. He chats with everyone and calls all Clint’s neighbors by their names. As many of them are older adults, sometimes Bucky is the only person they talk to on a given day. Clint tries to be social and keep them company, but he’s often busy with the Avengers.
The little old ladies on the street swoon when Bucky smiles at them, even when he wears that dorky hat. Somehow he makes it work. And Clint’s a bit worried Mrs. Francois will have a heart attack the next time Bucky winks at her.
Clint probably would, too, that is, if Bucky ever gave him any attention. Whenever Clint’s around, Bucky somehow seems to be super busy and in a rush to deliver the rest of his mail.
Bucky slides the mail into the slot on Clint’s front door. It’s mostly archery magazines. Clint knows more than all the writers, and his gear is fancier than anything featured on the glossy pages, but it’s still fun to look at bows and arrows.
Clint can’t wait anymore, he opens the door trying for a ‘I haven’t been sitting inside the apartment thinking about you’ casual pose.
“Hiya, Bucky,” he says, his voice squeaking a little. Because apparently he is no longer a full grown man; he’s a wobbly voiced teenager. He can’t blame himself. Bucky is sex on legs, and Clint has seriously considered setting a fire just to get him to take his shirt off.
Bucky turns around and saying warmly, “Hi, Mr. Barton.”
“It’s Clint,” he says. He’s told Bucky this every time they’ve talked. “You know don’t have to be fancy with me.”
Bucky smiles, cheeks pinking up. It makes Clint think there’s something there between the two of them.
“I should...” Bucky points his thumb behind him. “Go. Deliver things. Mail, you know?”
Lucky is still clinging to Bucky’s side, likely ready to hop in the mail truck and tour the neighborhood. And something about the gentle way Bucky’s fingers massage the downy fur behind Lucky’s ears, opens Clint’s heart right up and makes him feel brave.
“You should stop by later.”
“Oh, did you need something sent out?” Bucky says. He glances at his watch and pulls out a notepad from his bag. “I can, I mean, I’m not supposed to, but I can stop by later to pick it up.”
Mrs. Gonzalez and Mrs. Ross have both come out onto their porch to gawk at Bucky and Clint talking. They are widows turned lovers who love to gossip and haven’t been subtle in their attempts to get Clint and Bucky together. Bucky hasn’t said anything before, so maybe Clint’s been reading this all wrong.
“I don’t want to get you in trouble,” Clint says, feeling unsure. Is it creepy to ask out your postal worker? Shit. “I was more trying to ask you out.”
Mrs. Ross must have turned her hearing aids up all the way so she could listen in, because she whispers something to Mrs. Gonzalez, and they laugh.
“I should tell you,” Bucky says, glancing at Clint’s neighbors and smiling weakly. “You seem nice, and I like your dog, but--”
Oh no. No no no no. Clint had read this all wrong. This was like hitting on baristas or nurses or anybody else who has to be nice at work, and now he’s the jerk that made the mailman hate his job. Clint could move? But then who would eat the leftover empanadas Mrs. Gonzalez makes? Who would mow Mrs. Francois’ lawn when the city complains her grass is too tall?
“Whoa there, buddy,” Bucky says, suddenly very close. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”
Clint plonks down on his steps and gives Bucky a weak thumbs up. Lucky finally remembers where his loyalties are and nuzzles his head in Clint’s lap. “I’m fine, just a long day yesterday.” It’s not a complete lie, he did end up on the losing end of a knife fight during a mission the day before, and Nat had saved him at the last minute. But Clint doesn’t want to tell Bucky that or that his anxiety sometimes gets the better of him.
Bucky sits quietly beside him, no doubt falling behind in his schedule. “I’m sorry, Clint. I would like to go out with you, but I’m vegan. And it’s not like I hate hunters, I get that it can be a sustainable way to get meat, but I don’t think I could be romantically involved with someone who kills animals.”
“Huh?” Clint eats meat, but he doesn’t hunt. Well, he hunts bad guys. Best not to say that part, he tells himself, because then he’ll sound super creepy.
“Your magazines…”
Clint laughs. The archery magazines do feature a lot of hunting content, something Clint had largely ignored. “No, I don’t hunt. Just into shiny bows and stuff. I’m an archer.”
“Oh,” Bucky says, ducking his head. “Guess I shouldn’t have assumed.”
Clint waves a hand at him. “No, I get it. And I don’t usually faint when someone turns me down, I just lost a lot of blood last night, and--”
Bucky’s eyes widen, and Clint abruptly stops talking. Shit. How had Clint managed to make things even worse? Bucky doesn’t think he’s a hunter anymore, now he thinks Clint is a serial killer.
“With the Avengers!” Clint says, too loud. He lowers his voice to a whisper, pretending everyone on his street doesn’t know. “I’m mostly retired, but I help the Avengers sometimes.”
Bucky squints at Clint like he’s trying to decide whether he is lying. “Hawkeye!” he exclaims finally. “That’s right. With the muscles.”
“Yeah, that’s me,” Clint says. “No killing animals, just sometimes bad guys, but only if they are really bad, like end the world type of bad.”
Bucky appears to mull this over until he looks at his watch with a start. “Shit. I’m behind.” He stands up and wipes the dust off his perfectly round ass. Clint tries not to notice. This isn’t his most mortifying attempt at asking someone out, but it’s close to the top.
“I’ll be back at six,” Bucky says. “Maybe a few minutes after, because I’m running late.”
“What?”
“Did you still want to go on a date?”
Clint nods, mouth slack and open. There is no way he bungled things up this badly, and he’s still getting a date out of it.
“Okay,” Bucky says, turning with a shy little wave. “See you then.”
Clint’s brain catches up with what’s happened and waves back. Out of the corner of his eyes, he sees Mrs. Ross and Mrs. Gonzalez give each other a high five.
*bonus points to anyone who caught The Good Place reference*
Sample prompts
Prompts do not need to be post office related, but here are some fun USPS related ones.
Postman Bucky has to deliver packages to an address where the owner is never home, and neighbour Steve always receives them so gracefully.
Matchmaker Nat sends a gift to Bucky who's head over heels for neighbour Steve, and Nat sends the package to Steve's house so Steve will have to go see Bucky to deliver the box.
Mailman Steve always has treats for every dog including Bucky's doodle.
Post Office worker Bucky helps this scrawny guy who always has paint *somewhere* on his face or hair when he sends off packages that probably holds posters or paintings
Marvel Delivers USPS
The postal service is under attack by Republicans and the Trump Administration. Despite the vital role the USPS serves for seniors, folks with disabilities, veterans, and low-income individuals (among many others), Republicans are attempting to dismantle this service to sabotage mail-in voting and increase profits for private delivery companies. We have to fight back!
The Marvel Delivers USPS event is intended to raise awareness about the importance of the Postal Service and encourage advocacy.
Here’s how it works:
Take a step to support USPS (listed below)
Send proof to [email protected]
Fill out this form to send in a prompt for a fandom and pairing.
One of the writers or artists picks up and writes or creates with a cap of 30 minutes per art/writing which is a maximum of 600/750 words and posts it on Tumblr, AO3, or Twitter. Current fandoms are Marvel, Twilight, SPN, LOTR, The Good Place, and The Witcher.
Enjoy!
Ways to support USPS:
Contact your local representatives.
You can find the address, e-mail or phone number for your elected officials here: https://www.house.gov/representatives/find-your-representative and https://www.senate.gov/senators/How_to_correspond_senators.htm
Or: Text "USPS" to 50409, and a letter will be sent to your local reps urging them to support Rep. Maloney's Delivering for America Act, which "prohibits the Postal Service from implementing any changes to the operations or level of service it had in place on January 1, 2020, until the COVID-19 pandemic has ended."
Sign a petition. For folks outside the US, petitions are a good way to show your support for the cause. Here are a few:
Sign the Center for American Progress petition.
Sign the Change.org petition.
Sign the Common Cause petition to "Save the U.S. Postal Service"
Sign the MoveOn petition to "Fully Fund the United States Postal Service"
Buy stamps and other USPS merchandise.
Send a letter via USPS to a family member or a senior in an assisted living pen-pal program.
This is a pretty laid back event, so we hope you’ll have fun and be goofy with us. Please let us know if you have any questions.