This Prickly Bitch

Hi, I'm Beth, animal lover, dork & long time fangirl. Too old for the regular fandom tumblr bullshit. I go to work every day, my bills are paid and my one-eyed cat is fed.  This is fun time for me, if I want real, I can turn on the news.

[theartfuldodger26]

The only problematic thing with e-books is that after I’ve finished them I can’t put them on my trophy shelf, like a serial killer. 

[catchymemes]

[yunolik87]

The only day we can reblog this

[angieartness]

[incorrectstevebucky]

Steve: Buck, why is our fridge full of Girl Scout cookies and vodka?

Bucky: You told me to go grocery shopping.

[voodoosgirl1]

Three in the morning, witching hour; windows ting and snap, stairs creak, walls breath soft sighs with cold air wrapping an old farmhouse middle of winter. Bucky sleeping light, possessive wrapped in Steve’s arms; nights like this, stirring bare feet to floors chilled, thoughts making more of sounds in the darkness, Steve deep dreaming. Bucky patrolling the house, door lock to window to door. Keeping night’s watch, keeping Steve safe. 

ART by @pambot3000

[mareviils-deactivated20200916]

🇺🇸 capitol hill’s favoite couple working on bringing the gay agenda to the floor 🏳️‍🌈

(yes, yet another political au)

[constantheliophilia]

[darter-blue]

Stucky (quick fic)

Steve is so tired, he’s thinking about stealing the duct tape from Tony’s emergency kit to keep his eyeballs from falling out of his head. 

They’re mid flight back to New York from… wherever they were this time (somewhere cold and dark and exhausting). Nat is on his left, asleep with her eyes open, which is the creepiest thing Steve has ever seen - and he once watched Dum Dum wash dirty underwear in his regulation M1 helmet before wearing it into a skirmish (they all came out alive, maybe it was good luck).

His phone isn’t in his pocket, which is typical Steve Rogers luck, all he wants is to play a few rounds of that terrifyingly addictive cupcake game Clint downloaded for him to switch his brain off. But, oh! It’s under Nat’s seat. 

And his fucking passcode locks him out after three wrong attempts, of course! So he uses the Captain America override function that all these goddamn Tonytech Avengers phones have with his thumbprint. Before he has a chance to even look for the game, a message pops up on his screen. 

Received: First of all you just ignored my cats dressed up as Santa, so fuck you. Secondly…

The ellipses show up to say this person is typing more, but Steve has no idea what on Earth it’s about, or who it’s from (Bucky? What’s a Bucky?), So he quickly types back and hits enter.

Sent: who is this?

The ellipses stop and then start again, and quite quickly Steve receives a reply:

Received: Dont you new phone who dis me asshole

Which is mystifying, because those words don’t make any semblance of sense in a sentence together and why the fuck is this Bucky so angry?

Sent: I think, firstly, your language is uncalled for.

Oh god, he is turning into his mother.  

Received: Natasha, wtf

Oh! Maybe this is a wrong number? Maybe his and Nat’s numbers are just one digit off or something.

Sent: Ah, well, I think you have me mistaken for your friend.

Received: EXCUSE ME

Received: AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THIS IS HOW YOU DO ME

This seems like an excessive response, Steve wonders if he’ll need to actually wake Nat for this. Maybe it’s best to just refrain from hyperbole and set the poor man (woman?) Right.

Sent: No, I mean, you think I’m someone I’m not.

It occurs to Steve right after sending that, he is being somewhat obtuse.

Received: Nat, omg, what are you talking about???

Okay, Steve, spell it out:

Sent: No sorry, I’m not Natasha

Received: What?

Sent: I’m Steve

Receieved: Who the fuck is Steve?

Immediately the phone is ringing. A picture of a ridiculously attractive man pops up as a display picture and it must be an actor or a model Tony has programmed into the phone as a joke (one time he lets slip that Jimmy Stewart would be his Hall pass and he’ll never live it down).

He answers, because it would be rude not to. 

‘Who are you and why do you have Natasha’s phone?‘ 

'I think maybe you have the wrong number,’ Steve says back to that gruff, salty greeting (salty is his new favourite word of the day, thanks to the urban dictionary app FRIDAY put on his phone) 

'I… hang on..’ the phone goes silent for a moment and Steve likes to think he’s waiting very patiently for Mr grumpy to come back on and apologise profusely. He secretly is quite interested to hear that voice when it’s not so gruff, and maybe a little contrite. 'No!’ the voice barks into Steve’s unsuspecting ear, 'This is definitely Nat’s phone. I am not going crazy.' 

And for the first time Steve wonders if it’s entirely possible this is, in fact, Natasha’s phone.

Huh.

'You still there, dude?’ Bucky asks. And Steve grunts to confirm he is, but pulls the phone away slightly to check, and oh. Look at that. There is no crack in the bottom left hand corner of the back of the case.

Oops.

'Ah, so it looks like you might be right,’ Steve says, in lieu of an apology.

'Oh good, okay, you’re not going to apologise for causing me a ridiculous amount of identity crisis for three a.m on a Monday morning?’

'No,’ is Steve’s answer. Partly because he never apologises. Partly because it’s sort of fun to fuck with this guy.

'Wow, nice. Okay, Steve, what the fuck are you doing answering Nat’s phone at this late hour?’ Bucky asks, his voice has lost its gruff edge, has taken on the mild warmth of amusement (it is even more pleasant than Steve had anticipated), 'You guys hook up or something?’

'What? No!’ Steve blurts out wildly, before he can stop himself (but, yuck. Natasha is like the pain in the ass little sister Steve never asked for) 'We work together.’

'Ah,’ Bucky says, like he’s just discovered a state secret, 'You’re Steve from work.’ - Oh lord, what has Natasha been saying about him? - 'You sound cuter than I was expecting.’

What. Does that mean?

'I uh…’ Steve is at a loss, 'I am not cute.' 

Steve is a thirty something year old super soldier too world weary to even wear a parachute these days. He is not. Fucking. Cute.

'Sure, send me a selfie, I need to judge for myself.’ He can hear Bucky chuckling to himself on the other end of the phone.

'I am not sending you a selfie.’

'Fair enough, you want me to judge in person, I can respect that,’ Bucky says, and the warmth in his voice has reached dangerous levels. It’s affecting Steve more than it should. 'Okay, if you’re Steve from work then you live here in New York, right? Which means you can meet me at Elsa’s tomorrow night at nine.’

'I don't… know where that is?’ Steve says, flustered and breathless for no good reason. 

'Google it. Okay it was nice chatting Steve but I gotta go,’ he can hear Bucky yawn, hears the crack of his jaw, 'You shouldn’t be calling people up at three in the morning, it’s rude.’

'I didn't… You called me!’ Steve says incredulously. Except Bucky has already hung up. He pulls the phone away from his ear and states at it, like it might offer him some answers. 

It does not.

It does have a picture of Bucky in the contact information though. And okay, if he’s not a model or an actor then life is just unfair. Steve doesn’t realise he’s staring at the phone until Natasha’s voice breaks through his musing.

'Two years I’ve been trying to set you up with someone nice and you end up picking up my best friend with a butt dial?’

Steve looks over at her and she hasn’t moved at all. She still looks asleep. She really is creepy.

'It wasn’t a butt dial!’ he doesn’t even know what that is, but he’s sure it doesn’t apply here.

'Uh huh. Remind me to get Tony to take your fingerprint override off my phone.’

Steve lays Nat’s phone gently in her lap where she pretends to sleep on. He fishes his own out of his chest pocket, must have been there the whole time, and puts his head in his hands. 

He just wanted to play his cupcake game…

The phone pings a few seconds later and it’s a message from Nat; Bucky’s contact information (including his picture).

And he isn’t sure what this feeling in his gut is, but it’s definitely not the roiling miasma of banality that has been festering there lately.

Which is probably a good enough reason to not back out of this.

Really, how bad could one drink with a handsome stranger be?

He leans back in his seat and let’s his head fall against the headrest. It could be nice actually.

'Atta boy, Steve.’ Nat says, still as a statue.

Steve is pretty sure she can read minds.

He wouldn’t even put it past her to have set this whole thing up somehow. 

The tiny tilt at the corner of her mouth suggests he might not be wrong.

[thispricklybitch]

"He just wanted to play his cupcake game…"  I'm crying

[genchouxxx]

[arsartisf]

happy birthday old man 

[stuckys-baby]

"You can take it however you wanna take it but the fact is it's a Love story"

"Bucky becomes the driving force in his motivation"

"Steve is a very binary guy, it's either this or that but with Bucky it becomes grey"

"He chooses Bucky"

Chris Evans the biggest advocate of stevebucky relationship and then endgame happened and the russos what it seemed like imposed and inflicted their views on him and brainwashed him..

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silver fox steve :)

[thispricklybitch]

More Silver Fox Steve, please.

[dorkbait]

Red, Flowers, puzzle pieces.

[a7estrellas]

ray of sunshine

[imposterogers]

my new sappy as shit alt hc for how endgame ended is that steve successfully returned the stones and came back (still young) and later that night he has a talk with sam about his mental health, and how the past five years have been a nightmare for him, and how he’s tired of fighting a constant battle. sam says he doesn’t have to, the world will understand. steve replies, but the world needs captain america. sam sighs, knows this isn’t a fight he’ll win. he just says softly, don’t you think you’ve sacrificed enough? steve gets quiet, and thanks sam for everything.

a few days later sam wakes up and the shield is lying in his kitchen, a note attached; spent a lot of time thinking. the world does need a captain, but I don’t think I’ve been the right man for the job in a long time. good thing I know someone who is. -steve

the last scene is steve getting in a car, and the person in the passenger seat goes “mind telling me where we’re goin’, pal?”

steve laughs, and says “the future”

[mareviils-deactivated20200916]

“You ready to go, darling?”

“Now that this bullshit interrogation is over.”

“Have a nice day, detectives.”

(be gay. do crime. don’t get caught.)

[luvinchris]

When he think before he answer 

[thispricklybitch]

Dimple

[noping-out-deactivated20241117]

READ. EVERY. WORD. OF. THIS. Account of a medical team out in St. Paul last night.

Link to original tweet thread.