#thebuckstartshere

[actually-i-prefer-magneto]

@thebuckstartshere

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“Oh, suck my dick.” Bucky ground out the colloquialism he’d heard constantly from the guys in the units he’d been stuck with the last several years. It was the first time he’d ever said it but it summed up his current feelings about the argument they were having that seemed to be the same one they always had.

Erik could be just as reckless as his childhood best friend but with ten times the danger Steve had managed to get himself into and sometimes he wondered if he wasn’t actually trying to get himself killed some days. Carding a hand through his hair in frustration, he took a deep breath, deciding he didn’t have anything to follow up his comment with, knowing that he’d lose this fight either way. If Erik was going charging into the fray once again, he’d be beside him, whether he liked the plan or not.

Erik raised his eyebrow at the angry retort he’d managed to draw out of Bucky. It wasn’t as if it was the first time he’d gotten some sort of rise out of him when the question of Erik’s safety came up, but it was certainly one of the more colorful things that Bucky had responded with.

Though really Erik didn’t know what Bucky expected. They met because Erik decided to casually stroll into the fray against HYDRA as they tossed missiles at a town just to kill one man. If that wasn’t an immediate sign that Erik didn’t give a shit about his own life he didn’t know what was. And it wasn’t as if his actions since then had even once hinted that he intended to start caring.

“Is that an offer?” he asked, a smirk toying across his lips. “Because if sucking you off will get you to stop complaining when I nearly get myself killed then I will gladly do it. Save me a lot of trouble and a fair number of arguments that way I’m sure.”

[storiesuntold]

@thebuckstartshere​ liked for a starter with Tequila.

Visiting his family when he had some time off was always important to Tequila and he loved caring for the animals on their ranch. But something seemed to have spooked some of the horses and when he had gone to investigate what was making the horses so nervous, he hadn’t actually expected to find a person. 

Still, he tightened his grip on his shotgun almost unnoticeably but didn’t point it at the intruder just yet. “’nd who might ya be?” He tried to keep a level voice and stopped several feet away.

[strongindependentmen-archive]

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Francis ducked into the side room, fast food bag in hand, just looking for somewhere quiet to enjoy his lunch. There were only a few places Francis knew that offered some solitude, this being one of them. He paused when he saw another person, and couldn’t help staring. It appeared the man was struggling with his belt, but giving a nice view of his abs and hips in the process.

“Lunch and a show, today must be my lucky day,” he said, not able to resist making a joke.

[strongindependentmen-blog]

@thebuckstartshere [x]

It was far from the first time he’d casually flirted with Bucky. He felt comfortable doing so. Bucky always seemed to like his little flirts so he saw no reason to stop. Dinner was good, and they were currently doing his favorite pastime, making out with Bucky, and he couldn’t help make the joke. Of course, he didn’t actually expect it to work, so when Bucky reached back and pulled the shirt off, casually tossing it onto the floor, the heat rose almost immediately to his cheeks. He stared at the shirt on the floor for a moment, then back at Bucky, trying to keep his own joke going despite the pink tint to his cheeks.

“Uh-- yep, looks- looks better on the floor.” Goddamn how was it that Bucky was so toned? He tried, really tried, not to stare. It wasn’t like it was the first time he’d seen Bucky without a shirt. Hell, the first time they met, he’d caught the man with belt troubles and stopped to admire the view. Not that that made it any easier to stop staring now.

[goddessoffidelityy-a]

A War and a Wedding

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        The Kingdoms of Wynroke and Vanheim had been at war for months on end, with multitudes of men destroyed on both sides of the war. No one seemed to see the end of things. Freya, the queen of the Vanir as well as a cold-hearted tyrant, and her thirst for bloodshed and power had been the reason this whole war began in the first place. She believed that she could conquer anything, even the best of Kingdom, thus resulting in the beginning of this long war.

       However after the battle known as; dreyri-guðr, or the “Blood Battle” in which an extreme amount of troops and important members of both kingdoms court were decimated and arrangement was made for the kingdom to discuss a truce.

       The rulers of each kingdom and their councils we’re too meet in a secluded area to discuss either terms of ending the war. Their solution, ideal to each kingdom, but not to their heirs. In order to unite the kingdoms, and cease the fighting, the eldest son of Wynroke and the third daughter of Vanheim were set to be in an arranged marriage upon agreement of their councils. 

       Upon hearing the new, without even being so much as merely consulted, Sigyn was absolutely livid. “What do you mean engaged to be married!?! Why me?! You have plenty of other daughters!! I don’t want this!!” Sigyn screamed at her mother. 

      “Because! You are not to rule here, Hnoss is and Syn has already been married, you are the next eldest! I do not care what you want! It is your duty to your kingdom, now leave! You have a vast amount of packing to do.” Freya spoke to her daughter, causing her to run off. 

Instead of going Sigyn fled for the woods just outside of the castle. This was completely unfair, not to just her but also to her betrothed, whoever he may be. She wished that there could be some way to get out of this. 

[theycallmescarletwitch]

Healing | Closed

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Wanda walked out in the middle of a meeting about how to help Bucky with the words locked inside his head. She had to think, alone. They couldn’t reach any conclusions anyway...

He wanted to go under ice, scared of what he could do, he just wanted to be frozen until they found a cure. But maybe, they’ve already had one. One standing on a balcony and asking the stars for help. She had made a vow, never again use the powers Hydra enhanced her with. Her mutant ones? Sure, but those given by Strucker? Never... And yet she was considering this.

James was a good man, she liked him, for some strange reason she trusted him. And when she saw him standing there in the doors of her cell, ready to defuse the bomb and take her home... she saw him as her saving grace. She wanted to repay him, wipe this debt somehow... But would he ever want someone messing with his head again?

It was late at night when she went to his room and took a few deep breaths. Well, she at least should give him a choice. Another deep breath and Wanda knocked at his door.

[diivisam-blog]

@thebuckstartshere wants to bone wash B)

               there’s no mystery as to why he visits the bar practically every saturday night, hanging around the same exact seat and waiting for the same guy to appear. they’d found some sort of... schedule to meet up, usually ending at wash’s apartment, which is completely fine with him. tonight he really needs to work off some steam though, which would explain why he’s currently into his fourth shot when bucky appears, lips curling up into a small smile. “i half-thought you wouldn’t be able to make it tonight-- ” he must look pathetic with mussed hair, a shot in one hand, and eyes half-lidded.

[fan-maddson]