bucky-sinister

Truth or Dare Gone Right Part 3/4

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,876

Warnings: Drinking, Sexual Tension,Swearing, Eventual Smut, Steamy Kissing

Ratings: PG-13

Summary: Being the personal assistant to the Avengers wasn’t all that bad, except your huge crush on Steve made you turn into mush. On your annual game night, Tony insists you play Truth or Dare.  It seems as if a few people already know your secret and they are trying to hook you up with Steve.  

After your embarrassing show of spitting out your drink, all you could do was sit there.  Your head hung low as you played with your cup; you couldn’t face anyone.  Not from the expectoration of your drink, but from Steve’s words.  You replayed him saying “Y/N of course” over and over on your head, as if you were listening to a broken record.  Your face was pulsating from the heat; it felt like it was never ending, your embarrassing night.  It took a mere minute for it to finally click in your head; Steve thought you were attractive!  Does that mean he might actually like you too?  You were always a quiet shy mouse around him, how did he even know who you really were?  Unless he talked to Nat and Tony and got information from them.  

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All Blacked Out and Nowhere to Go by Bucky Sinister - Review

I don’t know how anyone could not love All Blacked Out and Nowhere to Go. Bucky Sinister is the Bukowski or Ginsberg of the past couple of decades. His poetry is, sometimes, breathtaking and poignant. 

filler

There are holes inside us
where hope used to be,
where we hid dreams
from those who would take them.

I sat on the floor 
listening to Minor Threat
on a struggling cassette player.

I carried the music with me
like a secret heartbeat.

pg. 34

One of the best compliments I can give to a book is to read it again, and again. I often find myself returning to a particular poem, or two or three. 

Shameless

Bucky Barnes x reader

Notes: smut, fluff, itty bitty little bit of heartache

(what Bucky does in this little story is probably physically impossible, but the hell with it)

You have your needs and you’re not shy about them. Bucky knew that when he jumped at the opportunity to move in to your apartment, and now suffers the consequence of having fallen in love with his insatiable roommate, with a seemingly endless black book. 

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Meatball

Originally posted by 107th-infantry

BUCKY ONE SHOT

Warnings: Swearing

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Y/N - Your name, Y/L/N - Your Last Name

REQUEST: Hi could you do an imagine where reader is really badass during missions, but when not she’s clumsy she makes lame jokes and is just a cute meatball. And that’s what Bucky loves about her so fluff and rainbows pls Thaaanks ILY

For @smexy-bucky-waifu

A/N: Thank you for the request. Let me know if you like it!

Y/N quickly crept through the hall with ease, not making a sound, knowing exactly how to make it to their target without being seen. There was a option to go left or right at the end of the hall and they knew once they rounded that corner they would be completely inundated with agents. She got to the end of the hallway and looked to their right, while leaning against the left hand side of the wall. Bucky, Steve and Clint were right behind her, and Steve put his hand on her shoulder as soon as they caught up.

“Alright Y/N what do you see?” Steve whispered

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Meta Master-List

So here, in one handy-dandy list, is all of my meta posts so far.  Enjoy!

(source)

  1. Cleveland: The Land of the Free, the Home of the Bank
  2. Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner - Mental Health and Recovery
  3. Wherefore Art Thou Bucky?
  4. Sinister, or the Implications of a Red Left Hand
  5. The Queer History of New York City: Captain America at Home in Brooklyn
  6. Highway (more a meta of Sebby’s acting in this short film)
  7. Let Your Freak Flag Fly: Steve Rogers as an Enlightened Hero
  8. The Super Soldier and the German Psyche
  9. Agency and Autonomy: Bucky Barnes as a Feminist Allegory
  10. A Hero’s Progress: Bucky Barnes and the Theory of Tragedy
  11. Into the Lion’s Den: Steve Rogers and Religion
  12. A Prisoner of Your Own Body: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers
  13. Italy and Bucky Barnes
  14. Not an Anti-Hero: Why I Love Steve Rogers
  15. We should care more about Steve

Special mentions:

Ferris Wheel Fun : Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Originally posted by hostagesandsnacks

Author’s Note: I suck because I literally have no schedule of posting, nor do I even get on here often. Forgive me because life is a bummer.

Also, lmao at the ending <3

Word Count: 726

Fluff


Request: Anon

You should totally do a pre-war Bucky Barnes AU with the Ferris Wheel car getting stuck at the top with him and the reader! And then maybe some rocking of the car because there’s always that one ass who thinks that’s hilarious and the other person who thinks it’s awful.


Dancing was the ‘it’ item when going out on dates. Everyone and anyone would dress to impress and dance the night away with their significant other. It was surely a surprise to you when Bucky finally caved to go to a carnival with you.

It took you months to convince him, you were not going to allow this night to go to waste.

Your hand was always intertwined with Bucky’s when weaving your way through the crowds. Occasionally you would turn to see if he was still okay with wherever you would take him. As you passed the stands filled with lights, a certain large wheel caught your attention. You stopped abruptly, causing Bucky to practically tackle you to the ground.

“Doll, I know that I’m pretty show-stopping, but we gotta keep on moving unless you want me to tackle ya’ again.” He laughed slightly, when he didn’t hear you respond back, he looked around trying to find what has your attention. When seeing your gaze fall upon the wheel in front of the two of you, he paled.

You turned to Bucky, a large smile on your face, “Lets get on!” You began to pull him closer and closer to the ferris wheel.

“Uh, Y/N, are you sure you want to get on this?” He sounded unsure as you continued pulling him to the metal wheel of death.

“Yes, I’m sure, I just know we could see the whole city from it!” You laughed as you hopped into the metal basket. Bucky’s grip on your hand tightened when following your example and got into the car.

The grip he had on you tightened even more when the wheel began to move. You looked to him and smiled softly, “It’s okay Buck, just don’t look down, keep your eyes on me.”

He nodded his head, you could tell he was feeling more relaxed as his hold on you lessened. Instead he wrapped his arm around your waist, scooting you closer to him. Bucky pressed a kiss to your cheek as you gazed out into the vast sea of lights and people. There’s a gleeful glint in your eyes that could make anyone swoon.

Bucky watches as your smile widens when getting higher and higher. You could feel his eyes watching you from behind, you turned to see his love filled gaze. This time his smiles causes your heart to flutter and swoon for him.

“You look very beautiful tonight, doll. The moonlight really brings out the sparkle in your eyes.” He’s grinning madly as you bury your face in your hands, tying to hide the embarrassment in your face.

“Quiet Buck, you’re too sweet.” You lift your head from your hands to continue gazing at the city lights.

As the two of you reached the highest point of the ferris wheel, Bucky leans into your ear and whispers, “You really are beautiful, Y/N.”

You’re just about to retort back to him when you felt the wheel stop. You look over the edge to see that the two of you are on the very tippy-top of the wheel.

You turn to Bucky, a sinister grin on your face. He quickly catches onto what you’re smiling about. He grips your waist snuggly, “Y/N - wait - don’t -!” He’s cut off when you start to rock the cart back and forth. You’re laughing loudly as Bucky not so quietly yells profanities into your ear.

Finally stopping after a few seconds of shaking the cart, you look back at him. Bucky’s glaring at you as you smile back innocently.

“What are you, scared you’re going to fall, Sergeant?” You quipped towards him.

“Yes!” The look on his face makes you instantly feel horrible for your cruel joke.

“James…” You grab his hands, though it doesn’t do much as he looks away from you, “Look at me, please.” He caves and finally looks at you a few seconds later. A gentle smile graces your lips, “I’m never going to let you fall. I’ll always be here to catch you.”

As you tired to continue your small encouragement of affections, Bucky quickly pulls you into an embrace, his breath hot on your neck, “You’re somethin’ else, doll… you’re lucky I love you.”

You chuckle softly, “I love you, Bucky.”


Except you weren’t there for when he finally did fall.

We had split a bottle of wine and a pint of rum
before we went into the fair.
It started with a kiss on the ferris wheel.
I didn’t know that actually happened then.
One of my favorite days of all time… .

Six months later
I gave her money that she referred to as “fetus money.”
We were long over as a romantic couple.
That day she listed why she hated me.

I had told her that I was sorry and I said so again
but those words can’t take away a clumsy fuck.

The way she talked to me
it sounded like her mistakes
never hurt anyone but herself.
My mistakes have bad aim
and always seem to hit those near me.

She looked so young
I felt so old
I had driven another away
or she’d changed
or vice versa
whatever it was
it was done
and I was tired of looking.

— 

Bucky Sinister; I Was With Her Long Enough TO Change Brands of Cigarettes 

(I ripped this out of my beloved book “The Outlaw Bible of American Poetry,” to give this to someone for our one-year anniversary and to follow up on our break-up. Although I never had gave it to him, I still have the ripped page on my wall because it was my favorite poem of all.)

I Was With Her Long Enough To Change Brands of Cigarettes 

We had split a bottle of wine and a pint of rum
before we went into the fair.
It started with a kiss on the ferris wheel.
I didn’t know that actually happened until then.
One of my favorite days of all time…

Six months later
I gave her money that she referred to as “fetus money.”
We were long over as a romantic couple.
That day she listed why she hated me.

I had told her that I was sorry and I said so again
but those words can’t take away a clumsy fuck.

The way she talked to me
it sounded like her mistakes
never hurt anyone but herself.
My mistakes have bad aim
and always seem to hit those near me.

She looked so young
I felt so old
I had driven another away
or she’d changed
or vice versa
whatever it was
it was done
and I was tired of looking.

-Bucky Sinister

I wish I was a robot

I wish I was a robot
An emotionless automaton
Feelings regulated by a well programmed motherboard
Like the kind you find at Echo Park Time Travel Mart.
I wish there was a hibernation setting
I could press when shit goes down
When there’s miles of computations to work through
And coffee’s not enough.
If I was a robot I could press pause
And resume joy when there’s no more mess to mop up
No more waiting for ships to come in
Or lotto tickets to pay off.
If I was a robot I would just shut that whole part down,
Finish about a million todo list items,
Going to screensaver every 48 hours or so
To keep from burning out 
Sort out all the messiness
With the detached air of a heartless killer
Then come back to Earth for the payoff,
Conveniently ready to feel again.

But I am just a person who calls herself a reauxbot
Who is really quite human,
Who plays at cucumberdom
But who can’t quite break her habit
Of total nuclear meltdown 
With its Boston Molasses Massacre pervasive messiness.
I am just a lady 
Who breaks under straws
And weeps enthusiastically over cold cups of tea
And empty sides of beds
And tumbles awkwardly by the ankle
After a spooked runaway horse of a heart
Like in those old westerns,
But with a lot more blood.
 
    (special thanks to Bucky Sinister for the poetic inspiration…)