28 Jan 2018
Percival takes in his unruly mop of hair, the spray of freckles across his nose and cheeks, the bow tie, the blue coat, down to his white-knuckled grip on a shabby brown suitcase. He sighs.
"Newt Scamander," he says, leaning back in his chair.
"I have permits!" says Scamander, twitching. He draws the suitcase closer to his body.
"You scared?" says Frank after a moment, tilting his head.
"Of you?" scoffs Tommy.
"Of a grill at Brendan's place," says Frank. "Maybe his two baby girls?"
Yes, Tommy doesn't say. He's fucking terrified. He can't have that— that perfect family, that happiness, because he'll fuck it up, and then he'll lose it, and he's bone-tired of losing things.
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)
29 Apr 2016
Sometimes during the day Steve sprawls out on the ridiculous California king with his sketchbook, because he likes the way the room catches the afternoon sun. Generally when he does this Bucky can be relied upon to find him eventually, crawling up beside him on the mattress and tucking his head against Steve's hip to nap in the warm pool of light. Something about the picture looks well-worn, like maybe they used to pass spare hours like that as kids. Steve will drop one hand to Bucky's hair, stroking absently while he continues to sketch with the other, until he inevitably sets his pad aside and tucks himself up close against Bucky to sleep as well.
They always leave the door slightly ajar, and sometimes Sam sees them like that as he passes on his way along the corridor. It's nice, he thinks, for all that Bucky's still recovering, still struggles, to see the two of them so content. Maybe he's getting too soft, but they deserve it.
"Just." Roger sighed. "It's still hard, you know? I don't feel bad. Like I can play. I want to play."
"You can always play," said Rafa. "Even when you eighty, sí, still greatest of all time."
Roger smiled at him. "When I'm eighty," he said, "I'll challenge you to a match, and then we'll see."
"Will be very boring match," said Rafa.
"I don't think so," said Roger. "Very long match, maybe. We'll be out there for days. But not boring. It'll be all over the TV. We'll have to play on Centre Court at Wimbledon to fit all the crowds."
"Okay," said Rafa after a moment. He held out a hand. "Is deal."
Roger laughed and shook his hand. "Deal," he said.
"Get out of my office, detective," snaps Rafael.
"Sure thing," says Carisi, insufferably cheerful. Rafael glares him to the door, at which point Carisi turns back, hands resting lightly on either side of the frame, and says, "I like you, Barba."
"Oh, God," says Rafael. "What could I possibly have done to deserve such an honour? Please, tell me so I don't do it again."
Carisi grins and says, "You didn't do anything."
"Enlightening," says Rafael dryly.
Carisi just shrugs as he drops his arms and says, "You're you."
Rafael blinks at the empty doorway, paused for a long moment before he shakes himself out of it.
used to live in your apartmnt. I'm drunk in boston and it's the only adress I know. happy holidays.
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21 Jul 2016
Bucky blinks, his gaze tormented.
“I never wanted—”
“What? You never wanted me to love you this much? To hold you this close in me, to make you so much a part of why I bothered to keep breathing when breathing was too goddamn hard?” Steve challenges. “You’re what I learned was worthwhile in the world,” Steve tells him truly, and watches as new tears, different tears, gather in those blown-wide eyes. “Years, Buck. Years ago, I learned that what mattered was made of you.” Steve draws him in, and tries to press all that single truth means into Bucky’s lips, tries to burn his soul into the touch between them both.
“You don’t ever unlearn something that real,” Steve vows; “I wouldn’t ever want to.”
In which Bucky and Steve are free to start a life together, finally. But not before some frustrations about Steve's choice to go on ice are worked through.
Final Installment of wait for me.
- Part 4 of wait for me
23 Aug 2016
“We should date,” Bucky blurts out, inspiration suddenly striking.
That gets him Steve’s attention, at least. “Excuse me?” he asks.
“No no no, hear me out,” Bucky says. “You wanna get back at them, right? Imagine the following: We date, fall madly in love, then have the most horrendous breakup in history and make them deal with that. They’ll feel terrible because they set us up, and we get to eat free ice cream and see their faces when we eventually tell them we pulled one over them,” Bucky finishes with a smug grin.
“That’s a terrible plan,” Steve says.
29 Aug 2016
After finding himself alone for the first time in decades, the Winter Soldier learns how to be a person again. Mostly through caring for an orphaned kitten, countless rounds of YouTube roulette, and stalking Captain America.
Or: Bucky Barnes, accidental millennial.
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05 May 2017
“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.
“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”
Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.
“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”
“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.
Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.
“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.
- Part 1 of Dishonor
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20 Jan 2018