Anonymous said: Hi i really love your writing and was wondering if youre still doing the dialogue prompts could you please do "oh fuck, OH FUCK." for stucky

whatthebodygraspsnot:

It’s been a while since any important shit has happened. New York is just chillin’. Citizens are all doing their own thing. There’s like…honestly nothing to do around Avenger’s Tower.

So Bucky and Clint figure it’s a phenomenal time to start tripping balls on whatever experimental inhalant Tony just finished. (Clint stole it from his lab, if you’re wondering—did the whole Mission Impossible thing and descended from the ceiling on a wire, snatching the canister without so much as even touching the ground.)

And now, a good few puffs in, Bucky is seeing colors and movement and a whole bunch of other cool shit that he’s never seen before. It’s fucking great.

"Holy—" Clint gasps, pointing into the air, "D’you see that?"

"What?"

"That!" He points aggressively, stabbing at the air with his finger like Bucky is goddamned blind to miss the purple ostrich floating by the door.

But Bucky’s got an awesome trip going, suddenly mystified by the liquid harp strings of color stretching out before him. “Jesus…”

The sound of the aerosol canister firing behind him breaks up the hallucination, and then he feels the can being pressed into his shoulder.

"Here."

Bucky inhales a little more, not much time progressing before he’s seeing concrete objects like Clint was a minute ago. 

Then Steve walks into the room.

"STEVE fuck, look at the fuckin’—do you see that?" Bucky blabbers, running over to him like an excited dog greeting its owner because this is cool and he wants to make sure Steve sees the coolness too.

Steve’s eyes scan the room, an obviously concerned and confused expression slowly fixing itself onto his face. “Uh…what am I looking at?”

"I didn’t know elephants could bend like that!"

Then Steve’s gaze fixes on the canister that has been forgotten on the floor. And..yeah, that explains it. 

"Does Tony know you guys have that?"

Clint explodes with laughter, doubling over himself in the corner and clutching at his stomach. Bucky follows suit, but it’s one of those silent things when he laughs so hard that no noise comes out. 

And Steve just kind of…stands there. “I’ll take that as a no.”

"Tony Stork," Clint says underneath his breath. And then he and Bucky make eye contact and burst into another fit of laughter.

This one lasts much longer, the two of them high on experimental inhalant and hilarity. Bucky’s eyes squeeze shut as he gasps for breath. “Oh fuck…OH FUCK!” Because then he’s thinking about it again, “Tony Stork!” and Jesus Christ that is just the funniest thing ever. Even funnier than the giant sea cucumber that’s currently ricocheting off the walls. 

Meanwhile, Clint is barreling out of the room, on a mission. “Natasha needs to hear this shit!” And then he’s gone.

Steve, on the other hand, has used the momentary distraction to hide the canister in one of the cupboards before gently approaching Bucky, who is now collapsed on the floor, nearly in tears from laughing so hard.

"Steve!" Bucky cries out, reaching up with grabby hands when Steve’s feet reach his side. "Stevie! Pick me up, friend!"

"Wow, someone’s mushy," Steve grins, then grabs onto Bucky’s hands and pulls him up.

"Piggy-back ride!"

"I don’t—" and then Bucky is launching himself onto Steve’s back, latching his arms around his neck and legs around his waist. And Steve would normally be monumentally concerned to see his friend like this: loose, ecstatic, clingy. But he knows what caused it and he knows that it’s probably going to wear off soon and maybe he kind of likes Bucky like this. Loving. 

Then Bucky leans around and forward, planting the sloppiest, wettest kiss ever on Steve’s cheek.

And Steve has to try so fucking hard not to stutter and blush and be totally obvious. “I’ll chalk that up to you being high,” he smiles.

And Bucky giggles with satisfaction before digging his feet gently into Steve’s sides like he’s riding a horse. “Mush.”

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[send me a dialogue prompt! :D]

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Anonymous said: Imagine Steve picking Bucky up and setting him on tables/counters/etc. So when Bucky dosnt want to look him in the eye Steve can and it also allows Bucky to be taller than Steve again and therefore the situation is more familiar and comfortable for him. (Great blog! And thanks :)

imaginesteveandbucky:

Sometimes Bucky doesn’t wanna look Steve in the eye. Other times he just misses being taller than Steve. Either way, Steve picks him up and sets him on the counter. On the counter Bucky can meet Steve’s gaze when he otherwise couldn’t. It comfortable and familiar to Bucky to be looking down at Steve. And Steve doesn’t mind it.

And sometimes, Bucky sits on the counter just to be able to steal kisses from Steve while he’s cooking.

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amjeth:

Manip made by me, for the Stucky fic I’m writing.

amjeth:

Manip made by me, for the Stucky fic I’m writing.

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amjeth:

Manip made by me, for the Stucky fic I’m writing.

amjeth:

Manip made by me, for the Stucky fic I’m writing.

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darthstitch:

reunited and it feels so good
There really should have been no explanation for this picture except Clint Barton started it.
That’s Bucky’s story and he’s sticking to it.
So it’s Clint who first starts calling Bucky The Wiener Soldier, which, as it turns out makes Steve blush and then laugh out loud, because Steve, contrary to popular opinion, is an actual little contrary little shit when he wants to be.  So yeah, he finds it hilarious.  Bucky pretends to pout about it for all of five seconds before he pretty much smacks Steve and Clint upside their heads and starts laughing about it too.
There may have been epic teasing about Steve’s blush and well, it’s a known fact that Clint’s mind is firmly entrenched in the gutter so we have a general idea of where those jokes went. 
And then Nat starts in and some of those jokes are in Russian and Bucky used to pride himself on having lost the ability to blush a long time ago, but nope, Nat brought it back.  He shouldn’t have doubted her ability to do so.
Phil almost had a heart attack. 
So, it was inevitable that there was only one thing to do when the gang saw an actual Oscar Meyer Wiener Wienermobile.
Bucky struck up a pose.  Steve took the shot. 
They posted it on Instagram and Tumblr. 
Instagram was the next victim in the increasingly long list of social networking sites crashed by the Super Soldier Boyfriends. 
The staff over at Instagram promptly changed their religions and joined Tumblr staff in their rituals to the Elder Gods. 
Note:  We had to write something based on you know who’s Instagram pic that has been making the rounds of Tumblr dashboards recently.  All apologies to Sebastian Stan - sir, your delightful dorkiness and goober-dom is a GIFT and we thank you for it.

darthstitch:

reunited and it feels so good

There really should have been no explanation for this picture except Clint Barton started it.

That’s Bucky’s story and he’s sticking to it.

So it’s Clint who first starts calling Bucky The Wiener Soldier, which, as it turns out makes Steve blush and then laugh out loud, because Steve, contrary to popular opinion, is an actual little contrary little shit when he wants to be.  So yeah, he finds it hilarious.  Bucky pretends to pout about it for all of five seconds before he pretty much smacks Steve and Clint upside their heads and starts laughing about it too.

There may have been epic teasing about Steve’s blush and well, it’s a known fact that Clint’s mind is firmly entrenched in the gutter so we have a general idea of where those jokes went. 

And then Nat starts in and some of those jokes are in Russian and Bucky used to pride himself on having lost the ability to blush a long time ago, but nope, Nat brought it back.  He shouldn’t have doubted her ability to do so.

Phil almost had a heart attack. 

So, it was inevitable that there was only one thing to do when the gang saw an actual Oscar Meyer Wiener Wienermobile.

Bucky struck up a pose.  Steve took the shot. 

They posted it on Instagram and Tumblr. 

Instagram was the next victim in the increasingly long list of social networking sites crashed by the Super Soldier Boyfriends. 

The staff over at Instagram promptly changed their religions and joined Tumblr staff in their rituals to the Elder Gods. 

Note:  We had to write something based on you know who’s Instagram pic that has been making the rounds of Tumblr dashboards recently.  All apologies to Sebastian Stan - sir, your delightful dorkiness and goober-dom is a GIFT and we thank you for it.

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queer-terror:

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It’s been a long, long time
i saw this pictureand got inspired :)
(the lyrics are from the song It’s Been and Long, Long Time, which is the one that was playing when Cap and Bucky meet again. It also happens to be about the singer reuniting with their love who was away fighting in wwii fyi)

queer-terror:

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

i saw this pictureand got inspired :)

(the lyrics are from the song It’s Been and Long, Long Time, which is the one that was playing when Cap and Bucky meet again. It also happens to be about the singer reuniting with their love who was away fighting in wwii fyi)

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Anonymous said: If you write the hooker!bucky falling for senator/congressman steve thing I will literally love you forever

actualmenacebuckybarnes:

((let’s say that i’m aware of the skeevy power dynamic at play here and you can either read this as idfic or a prelude to something subversive idk))

He moves Bucky in on a drizzly Thursday night, when Bucky’s pimp had left a shiner on his face the size of his entire goddamn fist. It had been both satisfying and infuriating when Steve had yanked Brock back by his shirt collar and cracked him one on the jaw. Then literally. Literally. Flung a thick handful of bills over his twitching body like some kinda mobster.

Fuck that was cool. Bucky’s always fantasized about doing something like that.

Then Steve grabs his hand and they stomp out and it hits Bucky what a royal screwup this all is.

"So is this the sequel to Pretty Woman where you outright purchase and kidnap a hooker for your deviant ends, Senator Rogers?" Bucky says, throwing as much of his closet as he could stomach into a cardboard box as Steve stands, twitching, in the doorway. He was too old for mesh shirts. And they’re fucking itchy. The sparkly booty shorts are definitely coming along though.

"I’m not kidnapping you." Steve scowls. "You just can’t stay here. It’s not safe anymore." He looks like as much of a mess as Bucky has ever seen him hair falling over his forehead, tie askew, the knuckles of one hand skinned raw, which Bucky has no sympathy for because that’s his own goddamn fault - but still far too good for this shithole. Bucky speeds up his packing just so Steve would stop looking around with that critical expression. Yeah, it wasn’t much, but it had been his. Until this fiasco.

"I could’ve handled it myself," Bucky says, bumping Steve roughly with his shoulder as he lugs the box out  the door, into the hallway. "Now I’m out of a job and homeless, thanks to you. No one on this block- fuck it, no one in this neighborhood's gonna give me a second look now. I'm fucking tainted.”

"Do you want me to send someone back here for your stuff?" Steve asks, running after him on the stairs.

"This is all I need," Bucky says, trying not to feel pitiful as he hugs the box to his chest, protecting it from the rain as he steps foot outside the apartment.

"Hey," Steve says, putting his arm around Bucky, uncaring of his nice suit getting dotted with wet. At least he sounds contrite. "You don’t have to come back here." 

Bucky just stares at Steve. He wants to scoff, wants to sneer. Fucking rich boys swooping in, playing the white knight when they have no fucking idea how the world works. How long till the scandal hits? The media frenzy? How long till Steve decides the hot piece of ass he’s been feeding false promises to isn’t worth as much as his political position? Or maybe he’ll just get tired of Bucky outright and shove a check at him in return for disappearing into the ether. 

But right now, Steve’s looking at him with such sincerity, brows drawn up, hair plastered by the rain. His big blue eyes making that part of Bucky, that stupid, soft part of Bucky, melt.

So he shuts his mouth. And climbs into Steve’s shiny Mercedes. And looks out the window as he and his soggy box drip all over the nice leather.

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bannannibal:

Domestic AUs are good but domestic AUs with dorky children are great

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secretgardendiary:

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