Insert Heart-Breaking Stucky Quote Here

Hi, All!

((Assassin AU, Bucky is an assassin and Steve is his next target on account of Steve witnessing a murder that was not meant for civilian eyes. Bucky is under a false identity flirting with Steve in the bar just to make sure it’s the right person and then assails him in the parking lot)) Steve was drunk. Not blackout drunk, but satisfactorily intoxicated enough that the music didn’t seem too loud and his mind wasn’t on the bad stuff it had been on ever since he witnessed the bad shit go down the other week. He was a watchman at a local museum and a gruesome murder happened while Steve was helpless to do anything but hide behind an exhibit and pray he wasn’t seen before it was over. He’d wanted to help but it was over by the time he processed what was happening.

I know what you're thinking, but I haven't given up on you. [Unknown Number]

((Royalty/Arranged marriage AUro)) This was the eve of his wedding day. Tomorrow, Prince Steven Grant Rogers, heir to the throne, would be wed to a complete stranger. He’d been promised to the prince of their neighboring kingdom at birth. It was strategic, the right move to keep his people safe by uniting their relatively small forces against outside attacks. Still, he mourned being unable to marry for love. His family was eager to solidify the bond, since the prince’s father had died suddenly and now his power had increased exponentially, with many more options open to him that their kingdom wanted to capitalize on. Steve knew it was his duty to be a good son, a good husband, so that his home and his family could prosper. But he’d never even seen the man, and tomorrow they were to be married, and he was only to meet him for the first time today. He paced around his room nervously until he was called for, and then hurried out to meet his betrothed as he arrived, bowing low before the opening palace doors as his heart hammered in his ears. 

[Unknown Number] I swear to god, you bastard- if you don't pick up your phone I will drink the rest of the damn bottle.

BUCK - SR

((AU where your soulmate’s first words to you are on you somewhere, skinny!Steve)) ‘You okay?’ That’s what Steve had to go off, which wasn’t much, considering how often he got people concerned about him. After all, if he wasn’t wheezing from climbing a flight of stairs he was showing up covered in bruises because he’d decided to open his big dumb mouth in front of some big dumb asshole again. Speaking of, he was collecting a fair number of brand-new bruises right this second. He grunted as the man punched him again, knocking him into the wall of the alley they were in. He looked up to see the man pulling back, reading to hit him again, and he braced himself. Then, suddenly, another man appeared as if from nowhere and shoved the guy away, side-stepping a swing easily and then socking the bully solidly in the jaw, sending him running. “You okay?” The blond glared suspiciously up at this newcomer, too annoyed at the need to be rescued to think about what was just said to him. “I had him on the ropes.” He grumbled, touching a hand to his face and wincing as he felt a bruise forming there. 

((AU, Ghost!Steve, modern day, Bucky works as a hospital janitor. Steve, a stranger, dies in the hospital one night and for some reason, Bucky is the only person who can see his ghost. At the start of the RP, Steve has been lingering dead for a few days)) Bucky pushed the mop down the floor under the broken, buzzing fluorescent hospital light. 3:14 AM. Night shift. There was a bitch of a soda spill on the nurse’s lounge floor. The music blasting through his headphones made his ears hum but it kept him awake. He wasn’t any stranger to energy drinks anyways, and despite the brain-rotting monotony, the night shift was good for him. It kept him tired enough to sleep through depressive spells and he suspected that it was having a slightly worrying effect on him.

I think we should come out. BB

Bucky found candles soothing. Watching them, smelling the scents as they burned. Natasha had taken one sniff of his room, seen the trash can full of dozens of sets of scents and gotten a wolfish smile the first time she came to visit.

Hey! Sorry if you've answered this already (I'm on mobile), but how do we credit? Do we need to link fics back to this blog or something? Ty 😙

How attached are you to Nick Fury? JB