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buckyrhodey fanfiction moodboard –> 30 Days of Bucky/Rhodey -- Day 1 - Coffee Shop AU  by @platonicharmonics 

When Rhodey came into consciousness, it was to a sharp tapping on his shoulder. Vaguely, he could make out the smell of coffee and the warmth of his lap-top beneath his cheek. “Ton', 'thought I told you not t'let me fall 'sleep.”

“I'm afraid I'm not your friend, pal.”

That woke him up. He jerked his head up and blinked warily, taking in his surroundings. His things were spread out across the booth's table, there were several empty cups of coffee, the sky was getting dark in the coffee-shop windows, the shop itself was empty and silent, and the barista that served him his coffee – Bucky, he thought – was standing over him with a jacket over the uniform and a cheeky grin.

[chiliconsharls]

buckyrhodey fanfiction moodboard –> Coke Bottle Fate and a Double Date by Beckendorf

It was typical, the one time Rhodey actually bothered to get the coke bottle with his name, someone else got there first.

Someone else who was really really hot. Fuck his life. 

[chiliconsharls]

buckyrhodey fanfiction moodboard –> A Bang for A Buck (But We Were Never Good at Clichés) by zhenger 

By 11, it wasn’t birthdays, Halloween, or Christmas James Rhodes looked forward to; it was the day he’d finally get his soulmate imprint and kick-start his journey to finding his true love.

But as the flesh began to knit and heal over, well.

Rhodey never thought he'd have to deal with something as stupid as this.

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buckyrhodey fanfiction moodboard –> Wrong Number by Leylalia  (@not-a-sidekick)

"You're not Steve." The person on the other side of the line stated intelligently. His voice was deep and pleasant but Rhodey couldn't help but grin at the dumbfounded surprise which colored it.

"No, I'm not. I guess you've got the wrong number."

(In which Bucky dials the wrong number so often that it becomes the right one.)

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buckyrhodey fanfiction moodboard --> he's a hero (i wrote my thesis on him) by charybdis

Bucky’s kisses are like trying to memorize the layout of a battlefield, intent, and Jim holds on as if the ride is much wilder than it is. It’s all hands-above-the-belt, though, which is — strange.

(Now he knows that the man behind the strategy has never played a wargame that wasn’t the real thing — no one ever mentions that, that he grew up fighting, for himself, for his friend, for his family. Now he knows that ‘you only live once,’ said with a flippant grin, means ‘you might die today,’ and, ‘you might not get another chance,’ and there’s a difference.)