Mine by obsessivereader for dirtybinary, lotusk
18 Mar 2016
Two men walk into a general store one day... The little old lady behind the counter ends up totally shipping them.
Bookmarked by Slightly_Afraid
19 Oct 2019
10 Sep 2017
What's a determined master strategist going to do when the oblivious writer he's trying to woo keeps missing all the clues?
He doesn’t think it’s because he hadn’t signaled his own interest to Bucky. He’s pretty much done everything short of hitting Bucky over the head with semaphore flags by this point. There’s no way Bucky could’ve missed them.
There’d been that one link he’d stumbled upon when he’d googled ‘how to talk to a writer’. It’d been written by a writer, who’d been candid about how oblivious writers could be, and how someone could go about seducing one. An idea starts to form. It’s ridiculous, but at this point, he’s willing to go with ridiculous, since subtle wasn’t getting him anywhere.
i'd like to tell you something (but i have to think of something first) by obsessivereader for Lucifuge5
24 Nov 2017
Attention focused solely on the book, he moves forward, one slow, pretend-casual step at a time—he’s seen enough movies to know that moving fast will draw people’s attention.
Five feet. Four feet. Almost there.
He’s a bare three feet away when Rogers fucking materializes out of thin air, cuts right in front of him, and heads straight for the book.
“Hey,” Bucky whispers furiously, “I want that book!”
Rogers freezes. His head snaps around, and he gives Bucky a look filled with horror.
He points a finger at Rogers. “I don’t care how hot you are, or how ripped,” Bucky growls. “My assignment is due today, and I will fucking fight you for the book if I have to.”
Before Rogers can recover from his surprise, Bucky leaps forward, grabs the book, and clutches it to his chest.
11 Apr 2018
The only thing he remembers from wipe to wipe is that he must wait next to the bodies. He must wait for the one who comes to collect their souls.
06 Jun 2018
“Sir.” At the uncharacteristic interruption from JARVIS, everyone falls silent. “There is an unauthorized person in the back left-hand corner of the room.”
Steve turns around, already knowing who he’ll see as everyone scrambles to their feet. Sure enough, it’s Bucky, curled up in an armchair, loose-limbed and relaxed as a cat. Long brown hair cascades around his shoulders and the tips of his ears are exactly as pointed as Steve remembers.
Nat whips a gun out from somewhere and points it at him. Tony has a repulsor on his hand. Wanda’s hands are up and surrounded by a red glow. Only Thor seems unworried—resuming his seat after an initial moment of battle-readiness.
“Bucky,” Steve says.
Bucky glances around with bright, inquisitive eyes. The corners of his lips tip up in a smile, as though amused by the chaos his appearance caused. “We meet again, Captain.”
Tony’s eyebrows are parked halfway up his forehead as he studies Bucky. “I see what you mean by Lord of the Rings, Cap.” Then, aggrieved, “JARVIS, how did he get in?”
In which Captain America meets a flirtatious elf...
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17 Oct 2019