Fic Rec Friday 2.16
I am slowly but surely getting through those Big Bangs! Wait, that sounds... um... suggestive...
Have a great weekend, everyone!
Captain America:
young hearts, out our minds by junko | 2.1K | T | Bucky/Steve
Bucky posts a selfie of the two of them in bed to his instagram.
He hashtags it #goodmorningamerica. Sam Wilson and Pepper Potts retweet it to their twitter accounts.
this american life by verity | 2.9K | G | Bucky/Steve
"Aww, I'm touched," Sam says. "You want insulation from the marriage proposals or the casseroles?"
Steve adjusts the phone where it's cradled between his shoulder and his ear. These things are so flimsy. "It's a VFW hall, I don't think they're going to be lining up for—"
"See you Saturday, I love Tuna Helper," Sam says cheerfully and hangs up.
mollitious mores by Etharei | 3.4K | E | Bucky/Steve
Pepper obliges with, "This is James, my date for the evening."
"James Barnes," says Bucky, holding out the hand that Pepper could have sworn had been full of butterflied shrimp only seconds before. "Pleased to meet you, sir. Ma'am."
Satellite (I'm Part Of You) by Brenda | 4.1K | E | Bucky/Steve
"I'm okay, Steve." Bucky raised his hand to cup Steve's jaw, his thumb slowly stroking over stubble.
Steve shuddered once, all over, then brought his own hand up to cover Bucky's. Felt the calluses and nicks, the steady pulse beating at his wrist. "I thought I was gonna lose you again."
Bucky gave him a small, fond smile. "I thought I was gonna lose you."
The Arsonist's Choir by Brenda | 11.9K | E | Bucky/Steve
"It's Bucky," Steve added, helplessly. The buyer was now sitting at Mikhailov's table, but the mission seemed unimportant. "He's been arrested. In Texas. And, uh, apparently, we're married."
"Congratulations," Natasha replied, with a small grin. "Are you registered anywhere?"
- A continuation to “Satellite (I’m Part Of You)”, but can be read as a standalone
On My Radar by sprinkle_of_cinnamon | 19.5K | M | Bucky/Steve
The Winter Soldier first noticed it when he was on the helicarrier.
The blonde’s shoulders were broad, incredibly broad.
They stretched the blue uniform in a wide span, drawing down to a narrow waist. It was a distinctly triangular silhouette. It was entirely improbable. And somehow it was strangely familiar.
The Winter Soldier raised his gun and fired. He didn’t have time for distractions, or Steve Rogers’ shoulders.
One Way Or Another by Chiyume, rogersxbarnesx | 22.3K | E | Bucky/Steve
When Steve volunteers to help Tony launch Stark Tech’s new Military Prosthetics Project, the last person he expects to see as he walks into the lab is the same guy who had him shoved up against a wall in the back of a club the weekend before.
Back then he had just been Steve Rogers; a civilian looking for a good time just like everyone. Here, he’s Captain America; hero, justice, and patriotism personified. Bucky, however, is still the flirtatious devil he had been back at the club, and he’s obviously not going to let something as trivial as Steve’s occupation get in the way of what he wants.
No Gods, No Masters, Just Me by OddityBoddity | 28.2K | E | Bucky/Steve
Bucky Barnes is free. No gods, no masters. It's going to be a god damned shit show.
Is It Pretending If I Already Want You? by OhCaptainMyCaptain | 85.2K | E | Bucky/Steve
Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event"
Basic Steps to Getting Yourself In a Pickle With Both Your Family and The Guy You've Secretly Crushed On For Five Years (A Guide):
STEP 1: After being perpetually single and constantly making up excuses to your family, give in and lie about having a boyfriend. STEP 2: Agree to bring said boyfriend to the family cottage for a week so he can be your date to your parents' wedding anniversary party. STEP 3: Panic. STEP 4: Say 'yes' when your best friend and closet crush - who you're convinced isn't interested in you that way in the least - offers to be your pretend boyfriend. STEP 5: Try your best not to fall in love with them during the trip. STEP 6: Fail miserably.
Teen Wolf:
The Prince and The Sorcerer by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 4.2K | T | Derek/Stiles
“You said it was important,” Stiles replied.
“It is,” Scott stated. “It’s about Mel …” He frowned. “Well, it’s about Derek.”
Stiles paled some. “Did you hear something?” He took a step closer to Scott. “Is he okay? Where—”
“Stiles,” Derek stated, moving into view as he came to stand by Cora.
Stiles turned to look at Derek. He released a heavy sigh, his breath terrified and quickening. “You’re … alive.”
Where Lightning Strikes by andavs | 6.2K | G | Derek/Stiles
Scott finally held out his phone, showing whichever picture he decided was the best. Stiles squint-glared at that and waited for his foggy brain to catch up. When it did, his heart skipped a beat.
Burned into the wheat field, in a way Stiles was pretty sure was not normal for crop circles, were two concentric circles.
McCall Pack.
“I think it's Kira,” Scott said, clear and concise. “I think she needs help."
*
Scott and Stiles head back down to Mexico to find Kira and end up finding a little more.
Smoke is Just the Air Remembering Fire by alisvolatpropiis | 8.4K | E | Derek/Stiles
Derek has cried three times in his adult life: when his sister died, when the alpha pack used him to kill Boyd, and when Stiles Stilinski broke his heart.
Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse | 11.5K | E | Derek/Stiles
Derek's not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.
It might be a great plan...if only Derek weren't head over heels in love with him.
It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn't have a vested interest in Derek staying single.
A Crooked Way to Fly by andavs | 15K | G | Derek/Stiles
“We can’t just leave him here to die.”
“He’s an emissary, Scott.” Derek tried to make his tone empathetic, but Scott’s tendency to fight back on everything always grated on his nerves. “His pack is gone, he won’t survive more than a day or two either way.”
“Then we should stay with him.”
Derek sighed as he studied the man for a moment; he was too pale against the fur rim of his hood, almost grey from lying out in the snow, and his cloak was stained with dark dried blood around a protruding arrow shaft. It was unlikely he would even last the night. They would probably be able to carry on in the morning with little time lost, if any.
It wasn’t a horrible idea, Derek decided reluctantly. They hadn’t been able to set up a real camp for a few weeks in the open foothills, and they were all on edge from sleeping in exposed areas. A defensible place to sleep would be good for them, even if they were surrounded by death. They would be able to give the pack proper burials, at the very least.
“Fine. One night,” Derek relented, already moving away to check on Isaac. “He’s your responsibility.”
Through Veiled Eyes by Dexterous_Sinistrous | 25.7K | E | Derek/Stiles
“Lay with me,” Stiles plainly stated, as if he asked a menial thing of him.
Derek narrowed his eyes at Stiles, observing him carefully as he kept his features stoically guarded. “To touch you is sacrilege,” he finally uttered, unable to completely deny his desire to discover what touching Stiles would be like.
“What they force me to do is sacrilege,” Stiles countered, carefully observing Derek. “What you would do would be divine. You would keep me from being their plaything—taking a key player off the board in their pursuit of corruption. What I’ve asked of you … I’ve already seen it—the phantom touch of it lingering on me afterwards.”