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BUCKYTOBER
Guys I made my own prompt list for myself and decided to share it if you guys wanna join me. It’ll be under the hashtag “buckytober chaos” or “buckytoberchaos” for Instagram.
ANY WORKS ALLOWED. Fics of any length, illustrations of any kind, crafts, moodboards, headcanons, incorrect quotes, etc. no limits on anything so whatever you please.
I will NOT be reblogging everything just because I don’t have a specific blog for this and I don’t want to clutter my personal page. But I will look at everything in the hashtag :D
You don’t have to participate everyday. You can choose however many you’d like to do. Whether it be one or all thirty one. Idk if even I will get to all of them. Just do your best and enjoy.
Little fanfic sample for Buckytober
Day 1: Knife
“Just finished rolling out the dough. You can cut out the cookies and I’ll get them in the oven.” He pulled a knife from his boot. “Not with that James. With these,” I said, gently prying the knife from his fingers. When the hell did he get this knife again? I could have sworn I… I’ll deal with that later. Right now: cookies. One thing at a time.
Buckytober Day 2: Past
What could have been...
Buckytober Day 3: Weapon
Buckytober Day 4: Despair
I tried to smile because that's what you wanted. You wanted me to be happy for you...
How the hell am I supposed to be happy that you're leaving me behind for some dame you barely knew? She shoots at you and you're in love? What about us? What about the fact that we're finally together again, my head is on straight, the fighting is over, and we could have lived our lives out finally?
I thought... I thought you loved me Steve.
Fanfic sample for Buckytober
Buckytober Day 5: Torture
“Does Hydra have plans for Maeve O’Shea?”
“You are to be the new fist of Hydra.”
“What?”
It felt like a punch to the gut.
“Were you in correspondence with agents of Hydra while living with Maeve O’Shea?”
Hydra. He’s asking about Hydra. He knows about- He wants to know if Hydra-
“Is Maeve O’Shea a target of Hydra? I need an answer Sergeant Barnes.”
“I have a mission for you Soldat.”
“Bucky? Bucky breathe!”
I sucked in a breath at the command. Didn’t even feel the guilt that always followed for the slip.
They can’t have her. They can’t have Maeve. I have to fix this somehow. What if this place is Hydra? Agent Jones knows about Hydra. What if-
“Steven is my cousin. You can trust him while I’m in surgery Jamie. He won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
I scrambled out of my chair before I could think it through. Steven stumbled back as I pleaded. I dropped to my knees when his back hit the mirror and I clutched at him like a lifeline.
“Please don’t let them send me back! Please Steven! If this is Hydra, then you have to get Maeve out of here!” I pleaded.
I hid my tears against his stomach. Tried to choke back a sob.
“They can’t- can’t have her. They- They can’t have her,” I stuttered. “She’s too good. She’s too good Steven. They’ll break her!”
He still wasn’t saying anything.
Why aren’t you saying anything?!
“If this is Hydra then just shoot me and get Maeve out of here!” I shouted, clinging harder despite the order from Agent Jones to let go. “Just shoot me! I can’t do it anymore! I don’t want to kill for them anymore Steven!”
Say something! Say you’ll save her! Save her damn it!
“Please don’t let them take me Steven. Please. I don’t want to forget again. I don’t want to kill anymore,” I pleaded brokenly with fresh tears. “I don’t want them to hurt her. Please… Please just… You have to save Maeve. They can’t- They can’t have her.”
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Got another fanfic sample for Buckytober
Buckytober Day 6: Poison
“How do you sleep?” I asked, suddenly desperate for the answer.
Her chuckle was half yawn. Her hand rubbed between my shoulder blades comfortingly.
“As well as I can I suppose,” she answered.
I hugged her tighter for a moment. Enjoyed the solid feeling beneath my hand. Closed my eyes and blinked away the horrors again.
“How can you stand it?”
Her hands on my back stalled. She turned to look at me in the half dark.
“You’re no burden to me. Don’t you ever think that.”
Wrong.
Not correct. That isn’t-
“How can you stand to close your eyes?” I asked.
Her eyes widened. “What?”
I sat up. Pulled away enough to look her over. Lightly gripped her shoulder to keep myself tethered to reality.
“I see them whenever I close my eyes. I can’t- I can’t make it stop. Every time I- They’re there and they want to- Or I’m hurting someone else and- I-I-”
I grit my teeth against a sudden sob tearing through my throat. Her arms back around me brought it out anyway. I clung to her as fresh tears poured down my cheeks.
“They keep- They keep hurting me Maeve!” I cried out, burying my face in her hair. “They keep hurting me and-and-and then I- I hurt other people. I couldn’t- I wanted to stop but I couldn’t!”
Buckytober Day 7: animal
I picture Bucky's service doggo being a golden retriever or a german shepherd ｡^‿^｡
Buckytober Day 8: Star
Bucky is having an amazing time discussing astronomy with other lovers of science and the universe at the Texas Star Party.
Buckytober Day 9: arm
Wanted to show the before and after. In the series I'm working on he gets into astronomy and as part of taking back his arm he paints it full of the things he loves. This is actually the first thing I've drawn by hand in years that I loved from start to finish.
Got the pose from here to trace: https://www.deviantart.com/spectrum-vii/art/Pose-study-sitting-638699845
Buckytober Day 11: Trick
“Uh… Buck?”
“Yeah?”
“Did you dye my suit?”
“No.”
“Don’t lie to me. I just asked Jarvis. I know you did this.”
“…So?”
“You can’t just- What were you- Seriously? Why?”
“You said you were sick of red, white, and blue. Did you a favor pal.”
“Why is the star pink, blue, and purple?”
“Because I’m bi.”
“You’ll buy what?”
“No, no. I’m bi. Bisexual. I like both.”
…
“I’m gonna ignore that.”
“Because you’re confused?”
“Because whatever you’re implying is obviously a joke ya jerk! Why do I have pink and blue stripes now?”
“Because my boyfriend is trans.”
“And that made-up word means?”
“Transexual Steve. Catch up with the times will you?”
“What does that even…?”
“Means he was a girl and now he’s a fella. My fella. And he’ll be here in ten. We’ve got a date at the movies and he’s got a popcorn bucket.”
“Wait, wait! You have a date? And why these colors? What do these colors have to do with anything you just said?”
“You’re representing Steve. You should thank me for the glow up. The press is gonna love you. You’ll have a ton of new fans.”
“You-”
“Don’t you have a city-saving mission you were supposed to meet your team for ten minutes ago?”
Buckytober Day 12: Night
Buckytober Day 13: Glass
Buckytober Day 15: Present
I got a tiny pumpkin!
Buckytober Day 16: Memory
Hey Ma
Buckytober Day 17: Reflection (Serious Thought)
You know, I... I've been giving this a lot a thought lately Steve. Been going to counseling lately and they said I should think things over. Really sit down and think about it a while you know?
I thought about your decision. Thought about you going off to live with Peggy in a past world we both came from. Thought about what that meant to you, getting to go back, live that dream you had.
I was real quiet at the time because you were stressed. I could see it in every move you made. Being left alone so long took a toll on you and I could tell you were clinging to this. You needed that impossible dream. Needed to convince yourself you were doing it for you. Needed me to believe just as much as you needed yourself to believe that this would make you happy.
I smiled when you said goodbye. That's what you needed from me. Your head was a mess but you'd made up your mind. Never could talk you outta things, even the ideas you knew were bad ones. So I smiled and I hugged you back and I watched you leave.
Been thinking a lot on that... Thinking about what I wanted to say back then... Got a lot more to say by now of course. I've been taking the time to think it all over. Been getting my head straightened out. And I know you'll never read this. There's no way this letter will ever reach you, but I thought what the hell and I'm writing it anyway.
...
Hey, you remember when we were teenagers and you saw those new art supplies in the window of the general store? Oil pastels they called them. Came all the way from Japan. Lots of bright colors.
*chuckles*
You couldn't tell half the colors apart because of your color blindness but you wanted em something bad. Got this big grin when you first saw them. I remember you dragging me in there more than a few times to get a look at them and the other pretty art supplies. Would go on and on about how wonderful they were.
I remember thinking to myself one day that you needed those oil pastels. You needed em like you needed more air in those lungs so I pulled extra shifts at the docks and didn't tell you. You were so lonesome but you never complained. Never asked where I was or what I was doing. You just smiled the next time you saw me like nothing was bothering you.
The look on your face when you unwrapped your birthday present that year...
*laughs and shakes head*
I'll never forget the way your eyes shone and how big and sweet you smiled at me.
I've... tried to draw that face. Don't want to forget it again you know?
I... Well I try real hard but you were always more an artist than me. I remember thinking how you were so talented and I just couldn't compete. Never understood how the dames could overlook you like that.
Steve...
I feel like I'm going colorblind Stevie. I need you here.
I'm losing all the colors. I know what they are. I remember sitting down a thousand times with you, naming all the hues you couldn't see. Is this what the world was for you back then? Only... I think instead of losing a few colors... I'm losing them all.
The world is a wash of grey when you're not in it Stevie...
Buckytober Day 19: Widow
Buckytober Day 22: Future
I have my own apartment. The paint stains add character to the place. I made these pancakes myself. My shirt is colorful and soft. I finally made it. This is home.
Buckytober Day 23: New
Who's the sweetest little girl who ever lived? Yes you are! You are so sweet. Such a sweet lil lady.
Buckytober Day 24: Wings
When they put me on ice I dreamt. I dreamt colors and faces. I dreamt of places I couldn't know but knew. I dreamt of freedom even when that word was buried meaningless in the back of my mind. When I dreamt I flew.
