It always hurt like this when he came out of the ice. Freezing to death was peaceful at the end, but waking up was fire and pain and this horrible helpless shaking every time. This was the first time he’d had someone to hold on to, though.
Adult, post-WS. Bucky gets lost in the ice, but this time, Steve finds him. This warmed me up right along with Bucky… 🙂
Obviously I’m not the only one who has some serious FEELS about the Civil War trailer, and this vid encapsulates them wonderfully. Plus, awesome song choice by Nico Vega.
A good private dick learned two things right from the get-go if he was worth his salt at all. One, always get paid up front. And two, always always trust that little warning voice in your gut when it started chirping.
Sam Wilson was a very good private eye. And right now, every sense he had was telling him that Natasha Romanoff knew a helluva lot more than what she was letting on.
Mature, AU. Bucky’s gone missing, and Steve asks his friend, private dick Sam Wilson, for help. This is a perfect slice of noir detective fiction, and I love the chemistry between Sam and Natasha. I only wish there was more of it! 🙂
The serum would end up killing Steve, precisely because it was keeping him alive. Steve hadn’t been able to get wounded enough on the battlefield, hadn’t been able to die of natural causes, and hadn’t even been able to age. He was one hundred and seventy-seven years old—or a less impressive one hundred and seven, if you took away the seventy years he’d spent under the ice—and he still looked like he’d looked on the day of Erskine’s death. The only thread that bound him to this world was the serum; hence the serum would be the cause of his death when it finally took mercy on him and decided to let him go.
Which was soon. It had to be.
Mature, Interstellar!AU, angst. I haven’t seen the movie, and now I honestly don’t think I want to, because it couldn’t possibly pack a punch like this fic. Seriously, it’s one heartbreak after the other as Steve finds himself suddenly pulled back into life by a last ditch attempt to save humanity, along with Bruce – and a silent, withdrawn guy named James Chekov. Who Steve sometimes calls “Bucky” without knowing why… Oh, my heart!
I will
never get used to the fact that people read my tags tbh hahahYes, yes!! The
mental imageDon’t get me
wrong, I love me some cute, can’t-dance-for-shit Steve Rogers, but looking at
the way he fights, all those pirouettes , I don’t know why we don’t have more
fics in which he fucking knows his shit, but the serum clearly improved his
proprioception and balance…Like, he doesn’t
necessarily have to be a pro or anything, just give me him dancing at a pub or something.Maybe Bucky’s
just ordered his 3rd beer, turns around bottle in hand and he stops dead in his
tracks when his eyes fall on the most gorgeous human being he’s ever seen. And
that’s assuming this guy’s even human, because he looks like he stepped right
out of a Frank Frazetta cover, only, you know, even prettier and with more
ridiculously flawless proportions.And “prettier”
is definitely an understatement here, because fuck, Bucky can see his eyelashes
from where he’s standing, and he doesn’t think there has ever been a time before
when he’s given a single fuck about eyelashes.But what really
could make Bucky drool all over his shirt and not feel one tiny bit of
embarrassment about it is the way the guy’s moving. Cause maybe they’re not
some fancy, complicated dance moves, but he definitely knows what he’s doing.
Alternating between hard twists and slow, sensual body rolls in time with the
music. Swaying from side to side or arching his back in just the right way as
he runs a hand through his hair or down his front. It’s mouthwatering, enthralling.
Practically porn, considering how the only piece of clothing in the entire pub
that’s tighter that Bucky’s own jeans is this man’s shirt. Really, Bucky’s
surprised he hasn’t been kicked out for indecent exposure yet.This asshole not
only has the most glorious body on Earth, but he also knows what to do with it,
knows how to move his hips and each limb in the most perfect way, and if
Bucky’s already half-hard in his pants well… it’s not like you can really blame
him. If this is what Mr. Let-me-hug-your-face-with-my-thighs here can do while
standing up, with gravity being a thing and all, Bucky can’t even begin to
imagine just how fucking good the guy’s gotta be in the sack.Then the guy’s
friend, a practically equally hot man with perfect cheekbones, whispers
something into his ear, and Bucky’s throat goes tight as he watches his wet
dream turn and look right at him, smiling unabashedly as he rocks his hips more
pointedly, very clearly showing off the goods.And yes, ok,
Bucky too can play this game. So he ignores the beer—that’s not the taste he
needs on his lips now anyway—and saunters up to him, not taking his eyes off of
him for a second and only vaguely registering his friend giving them some
space. Blond, tall and gorgeous smiles even wider, and wastes no time hooking
his fingers through Bucky’s belt loops as soon as he gets close enough. He
pulls him closer, murmurs “Name’s Steve” hotly into his ear, and holy fuck,
Bucky thinks he’s probably going to die here on this dancefloor, because not
only does he start moving both their hips in sync right away, but he also
smells amazingly, and as he replies with his own name it takes him all he is
not to nip at his jaw.This close he’s
just obscenely beautiful. His lashes are even longer than they seemed, and all
Bucky wants is for those beautiful eyes to look up at him through them while Steve’s
perfect lips stretch around his cock. He all but whines when Steve’s tongue
comes out to wet them.“Bucky…” Steve
repeats, voice low, like he’s tasting it, and the way it rolls off his lips,
plus Steve’s hand coming up to brush stray strands of hair from his face, is
what finally makes Bucky lose it. He grabs fistfuls of his practically transparent
Henley and yanks him down for a rough kiss, finesse not an option at this
point, but Steve seems pretty much ok with it, if the way he wraps an arm
around his waist and pulls him closer until they’re flush against each other is
any indication.Steve doesn’t
even stand still while kissing, keeps rolling his hips into Bucky’s softly as
he tilts his head to grant his tongue better access, and Bucky doesn’t need any
more encouraging to deepen the kiss, swallowing down Steve’s moans as he does
his best to keep in mind that they’re in a very public place.When they pull
back Steve’s panting, red tainting his cheeks and pupils blown, and Bucky
really needs him to either get down on his knees or bend him over the nearest
flat surface and eat him out and fuck him until he forgets his own name.“Steve,” he
says, relishing in how it makes the man shiver, “pleasure to meet you, but that
shirt is definitely not appropriate for a night pub. Wanna come to my place so
I can lend you another?”Steve visibly
swallows around the lump in his throat. “You can peel this one off me, but then
I’ll expect you to keep me from putting on a single piece of clothing for at
least 3 hours.”And then Bucky’s
presses up against him, already too far gone to even try to hide how he’s hard
as a rock in his pants, groans: “deal,” and kisses him within an inch of his
life.
This not-fic AU totally made my mouth water… Also, it totally reminded me of the Lindy fantasy of Steve & Bucky I’ve had since I started dancing a year ago now. Like so: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XqXZvaqgYY (I love it when they switch lead & follow.)
Avengers portrait set (putting all of them in one post). I have posted these way back separately but now I wanted to put them together too.
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Oh wow, how gorgeous are these? This fandom is just too damn talented for words!
Harriet had woken up the previous morning and stared at it blearily. Thought there was an ‘h’ in it, thought it was the word proper. Thought ‘how funny, a sudden Whimsey’.
All audiences, soulmate!AU. This is perfection – the humour, the banter, the undeniable chemistry…
Absolutely fascinating (and scarily plausible) look inside Bucky’s head, specifically at his relationship with Alexander Pierce. Especially chilling are the moments when he confuses Pierce and Steve… Music by Muse.
“No,” Natasha says, looking pained. “It’s, uh. There have been some… films. About you. Over the years. There’s going to be a festival screening all of them at Lincoln Center, and Stark’s filter has already blocked three-hundred and seventy-five emails asking for your comment. So. We thought. You should maybe know that they exist.”
Teen, humour. You know I lovelovelove this sort of meta stuff, especially when it’s supported by amazing movie posters, creating a completely believable and highly entertaining glimpse at an in-universe pop culture responding to Captain America – and Bucky Barnes, of course. This is brilliant! And I’d kill to see that French movie… 🙂
Steve has waited for this moment for so, so long. He has borne so much for this, withstood so much suffering, misery and torture. He has worked so hard.
For the first time in over seventy years, Steve is holding Bucky Barnes in his arms.
Adult, AU, angst, praise kink. Steve became the Winter Soldier after jumping after Bucky – and although he’s finally free and has Bucky back, he’s convinced he’s now unworthy of Bucky’s love. This packs a mean punch in my Steve!feels, but luckily Steve now has Bucky to tell him how wrong he is…
