Scribble-Doodle: Make-Believe

drakamena:

A tragically sad Jalec drabble, an AU with no powers. I wanted to try something different, a different form… TW: death.

“… and when I found out that the treatment didn’t work, that he was dying, I decided to give him what I’ve always known he wanted: my love, the love of a lover, not just that of a friend, and I gave him everything, I held nothing back, because it wasn’t about me, it was about him, and I never thought I could feel that way about another man, not once, but I did, I did, about him…

… and you know what the most tragic part of this is? Just before he died, he said to me, ‘Thank you for pretending.’”

Way to break my heart in so few words… 🙁

fine and mellow, by reservoirgays

fine and mellow, by reservoirgays

“Bucky, wait, it’s okay,” Steve says, shaking his head. But Steve tells Bucky that pretty much everything he does is okay, so he’s not buying it.

“No, it’s really not,” Bucky protests, rolling out of bed. He can feel his face flushing and tears threatening to spill over onto his cheeks from embarrassment. He chokes them back, annoyed. “I’m 20, not some stupid teenager who does…that,” he finishes lamely, already heading back to his own cot. Steve grabs his hand before he can.

Adult, comic!verse. This is smut of the best kind, shameless yet sweet.

tattoo your last bruise, by ftmsteverogers

tattoo your last bruise, by ftmsteverogers

Steve of the present — who was all muscle, now, muscle and the same perfect bow of his lips —  made a soft sound in his sleep, almost a sigh, and Bucky watched him through half-lidded eyes.  He watched him, and eventually he slid down the bed until he was lying down, and when sleep came to take him, it was with Steve’s name in his mouth.  Curled under his tongue, where it tasted both familiar and inevitable.

Adult, recovery fic. Bed-sharing and touch-starved Bucky… This is pure loveliness!