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kyberheart · 3 years ago

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A Deceitful Creation Part #1 - Wolffe x F!Reader

Part #2

Summary: You’ve been trying for a while now to get pregnant with your lover. Knowing that may never happen, you ask for some outside help from Wolffe on the down-low...

Word Count: 1483

Warnings: 18+, piv sex, infidelity, pregnancy/trying for a baby, cursing, angst

A/N: Heyyyyyyyy.... I’m still here! I had some stuff going on this past week so I missed my Friday fic upload, but hey! It’s Sunday, only missed it by a few days so whatever. I’m still working on part #3 of my little Techy-boy story. Hopefully will be finished by Friday the 3rd! Heh... part #3 on the 3rd... perfect. ANYWAY I hope you like this little blurb I wrote. I wanted maximum sad with lots of OOF. I kept the summary and header as vague as possible to not spoil the end. Good luck in there!

(Ao3 Link if ya want it)

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Wolffe was different with you. All teeth and tongue and nails dug into the plump flesh of your thighs. The look adorning his eyes in this moment is akin to a knife’s edge; he was holding back as not to tear you to shreds.

Your lover on the other hand, well… he was the whisper of a cool breeze in the night. A cascading avalanche of stolen breaths and languid strokes. Completely and utterly tender with you.

“C-close Wolffe, almost…I’m—!”

He nods, stooping to kiss you, but swiftly retracts his head with a tiny scowl. He knew the rules. No marks that can’t be covered up, no pet names, and under no circumstances can he kiss you. This was just a mutually beneficial transaction. Nothing more, nothing less.

“I got you… I got you…”

He’s reaching down, down, down to make contact with your clit. You keen, dropping your head back into the mattress. He fucks you through your orgasm, spilling inside of you as your legs wrap tightly around his waist. You tremble under him as you come down from your high. In a blur of muscle-memory Wolffe is reaching behind you for a pillow. He props your hips upward with it, grinding into you a few more times to make sure his seed is in there nice and deep.

“If this isn’t the one, I’m not sure if I can help. Maybe what they say is true, maybe we’re all infertile. I mean, I’ve heard rumors of defectors running off and getting people knocked up, but…” He shrugs, pulling out of you to head into the ‘fresher. You sigh, staring at the grey ceiling above you. That really wasn’t the case. Some were infertile, yes. You knew that all too well…

“I’m headed out. I have a supply run to facilitate. You alright?”

Wolffe grunts as he snaps his scratched armor around himself. He wasn’t much for conversations after the act. Rather, he preferred to be on his merry way as fast as possible. It wasn’t so much to avoid catching feelings as it was to steer clear of talking. He was undoubtedly the most stand-offish of the clones you knew. You were often surprised at how easy it was to lure him into the bedroom with how hostile his demeanor could be. Though on second thought he was just a normal guy. Sex is just as fun for him as it is for others.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks Wolffe. If this one doesn’t stick I’ll leave you alone.”

He pauses to search your face. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around your chest with a sleepy yawn. A garbled message blips from his forearm, which he answers with a quick acknowledgement before seating his helmet onto his head.

“Understood. I’ll see you around. Say hi to my vod for me when he gets back.”

And with that, he’s silently leaving your apartment into the void beyond. In the silence of the room your mind wanders once more. You think of your lover. Where was he right now? Somewhere far, far away? Somewhere he was safe? Was he warm, fed, and happy?

The cool dribble of Wolffe’s cum down your thigh snaps you from your rumination. You glance at the clock, finding it’s already been twenty minutes since he’d left. More than enough time, you think. With a quick curl of your spine you’re up on your feet and heading to the ‘fresher for a nice long shower. Hopefully when you were out you’d have a comm or a message from your lover.

----------------- He hunches low, lips hovering so close to your ear his hot breaths could have burned a hole through your head.

“That’s it baby, such a good girl. Just a—oh, squeezing me so tight tonight, huh? This’ll be the one, the kriffing ONE. Gonna fuck you full, fill you up to bursting. Make you s-swell with my baby. Can’t wait to see you like that… all mine…”

You cum so hard the world around you dissipates into nothing but him. He growls, pitching you forward with his angled thrusts. His hips crush you into the bed as he cums right along with you. His amber eyes sizzle with freshly tapped desire. Whispered adorations mingle between the two of you, lost to the spinning darkness of the night. When you’ve calmed your heaving breaths, you reach up to grab one of the pillows above you. He helps you position it under your hips before kissing you roughly. Between pecks, he speaks with a heart full of gentle sweetness.

“I’ll keep doing this—you’ll see. We’ll have a little one running around before you know it. Our little adi’ka… yeah…”

His eyes grow distant, lips stilling at the nape of your neck. You huff, smacking his shoulder with your hand.

“I know babe, don’t worry. With how much you’ve been between my legs I think we’ll be having LOTS of them running around.”

You wink at him, leaning up to kiss him again. He chuckles, reciprocating your heavy prodding tongue with his own within your mouth.

“I just… I know we’ve been trying for over a year… what if I...”

You shoot him a frown, tilting your head up to look him straight in the eyes. The fact of the matter was daunting and sat like tepid acid on your tongue. If he knew he wasn’t able to sire children, it would truly break him.

“NO! You are perfectly fine the way you are. I’d know, remember? I’m chief medical officer here dummy. You—WE have nothing to worry about. It’ll happen when the time is right. Trust me.”

He smiles at you, the sight of which could warm even the frostiest planet of Hoth into the dunes of Tatooine. All your love, all your patience and turmoil and sympathy and curiosity and… kriff, you’re everything was him. All him, always was and always will be. Him.

-------------------- The vividness of your dream wakes you with a start. It seemed to be recurring the last few days, a memory of the last time you and your lover were together. You shake your head of the images that haunted you. If only he was home, you wouldn’t worry so much about him.

It had already been a few weeks since Wolffe had occupied your bed. A queasy feeling was beginning to settle low in your stomach. Your lover hadn’t been back in a long while, and you were starting to think something wasn’t right.

You rise to pee, realizing in the dimly lit hush of dawn that this was becoming a frequent occurrence for you. When your shirt brushes a bit too roughly against one of your nipples you yelp. Were they always so sore in the morning? Wait…

Could this be it? A surge of adrenaline hits you like a Hammerhead Corvette as you rush into the ‘fresher. Not long after, you have a small white strip laying on your counter. Your knee bobs with anticipation, head in your hands as you sit on the hard tiled floor. This might just be it!

As the lines swell in the tiny viewport, you force yourself to breathe as deeply as possible. The memory pushes it’s way to the front of your mind once more to taunt you, to make you feel a twinge of guilt at what you’ve done. With a groan you run your fingers soothingly through your hair. You knew you could do this. Joy, passion, and relief would pave over the deceit from which this baby would be born. Your lover would never know the truth, but it was unimportant in the grand scheme of things. Forging a life, a family for the two of you was all that mattered right now.

The time is up. The minutes counted down with bated breaths. A scream tears its way from your throat as you see the result:

Pregnant

Before you can have a full-blown excitement meltdown, a beeping from the other room draws your attention. Your comm sits on your nightstand, signaling you of an incoming message. The words flash on the screen as you wipe tears from your eyes:

Dropping in to save a Jedi Master on Lola Sayu. Don’t worry, should be home before your pretty little head hits the pillow. See you soon my love. My heart is yours, forever.

Oh, you were squealing with delight now. It was finally happening! For REAL! This was a dream come true. A baby… you were going to have a baby! And your lover was going to be home by the end of the day. You wanted to comm him, send him a picture of the test, yell it to the kriffing UNIVERSE that you were fulfilling a long-awaited dream. Both of you were. You calmed yourself, resolving to tell him in person when he got home.

You couldn’t wait until Echo was back!

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allthereclists · 7 years ago

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stucky corpus research (10/042014 - 20/11/2015)

hold me tight by hollimichele 11,116

In the old days, before the war, Steve got cold at night. That was all it was, at first.

miles to go before i sleep by Avelera 11,910

Steve finds Bucky outside of the Smithsonian and invites him home.

The Steven G. Rogers Guide to What You Missed the Last Few Years by what_alchemy 5,195

Steve's got the hang of this 21st century thing.

a captain, a killing machine, and the homosexual agenda by cosetties 2,087

“So,” Bucky says, “the HRC wants us to get married."

build the walls (tear them down) by santanico 2,077

He wishes Steve’s fingers would leave hard bruises and his teeth would leave scars.

One and the Other by fmo 1,890

Bucky comes back, but the Winter Soldier stays too. In other words: disassociative identity disorder.

i revive, see it when i come alive by biggrstaffbunch 2,123

He falls. You follow after.

When you drag him from the water, he is water-logged and heavy. He lies on the ground, broken and bloody. Even that feels more like a memory than it should.

So you leave him by the water, and you run.

Stars and Stripes by afalsebravado 799

Steve's pleasant dream is interrupted when he is awakened by the Winter Soldier.

Like Short Lived Punctuation Marks by AdamantSteve 3,938

Steve takes Bucky camping in a bid to jog his memories.

Crawling in the Colosseum Dust by callmejude 1,807

The Winter Soldier doesn't remember Bucky Barnes but he does remember Steve Rogers.

Bed and Breakfast by pizzacakes1234 1,626

Bucky's healing and Steve's trying to help.

the cold calculus of war by orphan_account 1,662

The mathematics of it don't make sense. You do not continue to sink costs into retrieving and repairing an irreparably broken asset. Not when more viable options are open to you.

Awake My Soul by luckyfilbert 1,140 [Part 1 of Not With Haste]

A year after the events of Captain America: the Winter Soldier, Bucky finally feels ready to meet an old friend.

no heart to recall by KiaraSayre 15,350

He's been in Steve Rogers's company for less than twenty-four hours and he's already losing sight of his mission.

Fate by grumpyowls 2,100

Bucky finds a drawing and it turns out to mean something more than he thought.

Parallel Constructions by freshbakedlady 13,660

In the absence of orders, the man wearing the face of Bucky Barnes must figure out who he will be. The answer, mostly, is "somebody Steve Rogers can love." Nothing so easy should ever take this much work.

Your Mind Rings by Amberly 1,200

You aren’t Bucky. You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore, either, but you’re not Bucky

And you that shall cross from shore to shore years hence, are more to me by ifeelbetter 4,495

The Captain woke quickly and tested the chain before he saw the Soldier. All the tension in his body evaporated once he met the Soldier’s eyes and he slumped downward, back up against the wall.

"Oh, thank god," he said. He repeated it twice, quiet. Like a secret.

i will be your ground by Misprinting (misprinting) 4,739

A character study. The subject: Bucky’s hair.

Five times Steve kissed Bucky by paragon 16,587

(+ once, finally, it was the other way around)

Time for you and time for me by paragon 7,627

He can't claw the feeling from the pit of his stomach, the ache like a blueing bruise where something is absent. The ache is something from his past, from the vulnerable core, that will not leave him alone. It is the only part of him that he might concede is James Buchanan "Bucky" Barnes.

your favorite ghost by augustbird 21,013

It's harder than Steve ever expected to bring Bucky home.

Permission by derekstilinski 2,585

After Bucky’s captured by SHIELD, they put him in a holding cell, and strip him of everything but his clothes. He’s dirty, damaged, and Steve can’t just watch him like that, protocol or not.

Up All Night To Get Bucky by 74days 1,425

Steve finds out his photos are auto-uploaded to Twitter. Nothing bad, only good, fluffy stuff

like an avalanche by ataxophilia 2,694

Bucky shrugs, clears his throat, and says, "Saw Fantasia with Steve when it came out, and that one with the puppet — Pinocchio, or whatever. Took a girl to Snow White for a date. Never really— never got a chance to see the others."

volgograd by black_nata 7,673

He is nineteen. He is a hundred. The little boy he cherished has now become a big, strong man, who looks at him as though he is not part machine, and has brought him to his home for cake.

Through the notches in your spine by caughtinanocean 4,460

Bucky Barnes has been broken down to nothing, and he has been pulled back together again, and this—this is the part where he lives.

“Are you sure you're ready for this?” Steve asks, stroking the point of Bucky's hipbone with the pad of his thumb. He is naked and he is perfect and sometimes Bucky isn't sure that he knows how to want things anymore, but Bucky wants him.

the body adrift by Febricant 4,221

Steve has no drawings of Bucky from before. Those are all gone, destroyed in the war or by his own hand; it wouldn’t do for anyone to see how easily the details came from memory, how often Bucky was in his thoughts.

Close Enough by Penthos 3,100

When Steve thinks about it, his life has pretty much been a collection of almosts. Almost joining the army, almost getting his dance with Peggy, almost losing Bucky (although that had felt pretty certain at the time). And there have been a lot of almosts with Bucky.

You got that medicine I need by SkyisGray 10,094

Bucky was trying to enter his room.

Bucky is a wildcard right now.

Bucky could have been seeking Steve’s help, but there is as much of a chance, Steve admits, that he was trying to kill or capture him.

Brooklyn by togina 8,749

"Captain America, what's your stance on gay marriage?"

Everyone knows that, by now. Everyone but Bucky.

the future's so bright (I gotta wear shades) by KiaraSayre 3,482

Things Bucky loves about the future.

Memories are Made of This by eleveninches 13,216

Nearly a year after turning himself into SHIELD and the Avengers, Bucky struggles to find himself in the 21st century. Unfortunately, no one told him about the aliens.

Five Times Steve Scared the Ever-living Shit Out of Bucky, And the One Time Bucky Finally Did Something About It by WhatTheBodyGraspsNot 7,669

'Steve smiles against him, still getting his kicks with the whole thing. Because he might be a truly wonderful person, but he can also be a little shit if he wants to be.

“Never fucking do that to me again,” Bucky says, but it lacks venom.

“I won’t.” Steve says.

But Bucky knows he will because he’s Steve.'

The Bucky Barnes Guide to Household Management byCryptoHomoRocker 5,506

"Steve doesn't even notice at first, is the thing."

Or: Steve is unobservant, Bucky learns to be good at things that aren't killing people, and knitting happens.

my soul to keep by hitlikehammers 4,646

They've had more second chances than anyone has a right to. They've survived the unthinkable, and emerged not only breathing, but together.

So they don't risk it; they don't play games with fate. Every night, they lay everything out: the good, and the bad. The life-altering and the mundane. The bad haircuts and the shitty cologne.

Every night before they go to bed, they make damn sure nothing's left unsaid between them.

Just in case.

But We Can Try by hetrez 10,567

Bucky said, "These are love letters, Rogers. You've been drawing me love letters."

lonely houses off the road by Etharei 17,454

Barnes is now glaring at him for some reason. It's somewhat terrifying but also, oddly, a little reassuring— because that's emotion right there, which means there's still somebody behind those eyes. Somebody who seems to think Sam is being a bit slow on the uptake. "Time parameters exceeded. Mission failed."

"Wait." Sam narrows his eyes. "Is this some kind of... report? Debriefing?"

"Mission report," confirms Barnes, looking pleased. Well, looking slightly less murderous than before.

In which various people deal with things they never signed up for, but at the end of the day no one's particularly surprised.

New Words For Old Desires by CryptoHomoRocker 7,462

"After the dust settles, after Bucky is found and taken in and his brain is as fixed as it’s going to get, according to everyone who is paid to know about that kind of thing, there’s really no question of where he’s going to live."

Or: Bucky uses unusual coping mechanisms, Steve pines in what he thinks is a very subtle way, and literally everyone else in the world is like GOD just KISS ALREADY.

Progress (The One With The Post-It Notes) byParaxdisepink 5,760

Bucky is alone for a day and Steve leaves post-it notes on his metal arm.

I'll Be Your Safety by Paraxdisepink 3,627

Bucky's getting headaches from what HYDRA did to him. And there's feelings. And some fluff.

You've Got A Friend In Me by twerkinshield 5,682

In which Steve is fed up with the antics of the Avengers, epic prank wars are waged, scarves are knitted, and Bucky throws his metal arm at people.

A Certain Kind of Magnetism by chaoticallyclev 1,676

Four times Steve and Bucky exchanged notes using magnets (and one time that still happened)

A Not-So-Covert Affair by Kryptaria 6,845

Everyone always underestimates Steve Rogers, including the Winter Soldier.

Really, you'd think they know better by now.

How am I Gonna be an Optimist About This? by sidium

Steve answers the door, and stares. Neither of them move, eyes locked on the others’. He sees wonder, hesitation and careful, cautious hope in Steve's. He wonders if Steve can see anything in his. Probably not. He probably looks as empty as he feels.

the guilty hide, the guilty run (You're a marked man brother) by agirlnamedchuck 6,256

(Two times Bucky shared clothes with Steve, one time Steve tried to, and the one time Bucky accepted)

“You're such a jerk.” he said turning back to sleep but Bucky caught the end of a smile on his face.

“Yeah well, you're a punk so I guess we're a match."

where you go to rest your bones by booksandteaandallthingslovely 3,966

It’s been three weeks since Washington, three weeks since pieces of helicarrier rained down on the city below and Steve fell, fell, fell into the Potomac, the name Bucky on his lips like a prayer.

It’s been three weeks since someone hauled him up out of the cold water, and he woke coughing and spluttering, bleeding and bruised on the shore, alone.

Three weeks of digging up information, following leads, searching for the man he had once called his best friend, no, still called his best friend.

And here he is in front of him.

New Definitions by midnighttypewriter 16,588

Steve chuckled. "Handsome and charming," he said. "Very popular with the dames." He brought his hand to the crown of Bucky's head, ran his fingers through his hair. It was still long and Bucky had never shown any interest to cut it down to his original style; Steve assumed it was here to stay just like the metal arm. He had Bucky back but the Winter Soldier was a part of the package. "Do you remember?"

Bucky shrugged. He rolled his face into Steve's touch. "Some things. There're still blank spaces. I know enough to tell when the book's lying."

Upside Down by roane 1,217

It all started with a building. Maybe Steve and Bucky broke it a little. Steve has protective friends, so naturally, they come to investigate.

Reconstruction Site by EmilianaDarling 7,671

He is the Winter Soldier.

He is James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s not one and he’s not the other, and he’s not sure if that makes him anything worth saving.

[In which the Winter Soldier leads Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson on a wild goose chase through Eastern Europe so that he can learn more about the man who actually thinks he can be saved. This fic takes place chronologically second in the series but was written first.]

Sequel: Amidst the Rubble (We Can Build a Better Us) or "Five Times During Bucky’s Recovery and One Time Everything Was Pretty Okay" byEmilianaDarling 21,019

Learn How To Bend by nerdwegian 6,405

"Okay, let's say you see someone, a stranger, but you decide that you maybe want to get to know them better, how would you--how would you go about doing that?"

In which there's terrible dating advice, terrible Starbucks drinks, and a whole lot of denial.

Can We Pretend To Leave? And Then We'll Meet Again bymisspunkrock 23,252

The thing is Bucky hadn’t the slightest clue when it first began.

Maybe it was when he was old enough to understand what the meaning of the word desire was. Maybe it was when he saw that crooked smile for the first time and really noticed the brightness that was barely contained behind blue eyes. Maybe it was when they had to start sharing a bed together in the winter because their too small apartment got far too drafty.

Or in which Bucky writes Steve notes and Steve finds them years later.

On The Shore I Stand Alone by prosepoet 4,416

or the five times someone tried to talk Steve out of looking for Bucky and the one time someone encouraged him.

All the First Times by Vera (Vera_DragonMuse) 9,694

Bucky starts over and finds new ways to survive.

testament by paxlux 10,638

His memory runs backwards in crooked bright flashes, hard as the noise flare of an assault rifle.

in my dreams by leap4joyak 10,045

Of course it's him. Who else could it be?

words that became hard to say by defcontwo 3,326

Here's the thing about growing up like they have, though.

You get pretty used to the line between wanting and having; you get pretty used to how wide and vast and unsurmountable it is.

How can a loser ever win by sirona 12,448

The Soldier should not be standing here, in the middle of a crowded room with obstructed exits, risking discovery with every second he remains rooted to the spot -- but.

But. He'd had to know.

broken pieces (the rough edges remix) by legete 2,185

It's wrong, he knows it's wrong, but sometimes Bucky prefers the nightmares that actually happened.

Photo Booth by nothingwrongwiththerain 1,858

Steve grabbed Bucky’s hand and yanked him into the booth before he could protest

In which Steve and Bucky make out in a photo booth and Steve keeps the pictures safe as long as he can.

Scratched Ragged and Rubbed Raw by cheesethesecond 3,788

“How are you gonna sleep tonight,” Bucky asked, letting his head fall back against the wall and closing his eyes, “knowing that a guy who tried to kill you is sleeping in the next room?”

“Like a baby,” Steve said.

Sequel: This Lonely Hour Before Daybreak 2,912

Revision history by viverella 4,223

“Anyway,” Sam says to Bucky, and his voice is light and joking. “If you’re so concerned about the state of the internet, you could always spend your days correcting Wikipedia articles.”

“Don’t give him any ideas,” Steve says to Sam. “He knows way too many embarrassing things about me.”

The Quickest Way by Wynn 6,219

The last place that Steve expects to find Bucky Barnes, former Hydra assassin and now current assassin of Hydra members, is standing in the cereal aisle of his neighborhood grocery store. But he does.

A pas de deux eighty years in the making set in a grocery.

have you ever thought just maybe by Desdemon 4,472

“JARVIS,” Tony called thoughtfully.

“Yes, sir?”

“Those young people are in love,” he said.

Debridement by KathrynShadow 3,563

He fires between breaths. He misses, and one of Rogers's assailants goes down in a flush of red. Fights back the confusion (he doesn't miss, he doesn't miss harder shots than that), readjusts, doesn't breathe at all this time, watches— He misses again. He misses ten times, until the Captain is alone, surrounded by the corpses of his attackers.

Five Times Bucky Missed Steve’s Birthday by MsBluesunflower 2,170

...and one time he didn't. 5+1 things.

Living On the Edge by shockvaluecola 1,754

He's not really Bucky right now. But he's not the Winter Soldier, either. Shaving might take him a step closer to Bucky, though, which he's pretty sure is where he wants to be.

yourself (or someone like you) by biggrstaffbunch 2,629

"Here is the root of the truth, the crawling dark thing that lives under the earth, hidden from eye: Bucky does remember. He just wishes he didn't."

It's not the Winter Soldier's memories that Bucky fears the most.

I've Been Funny, I've Been Cool With The Lines by nerdwegian 6,080

Steve's not jealous.

Here Comes the Sun by cylobaby27 11,216

When being Steve's best friend again isn't enough to heal Bucky after decades as the Winter Soldier, Steve decides to bring in man's best friend to do the job.

In which Steve gets Bucky a therapy dog, and Bucky is less than cooperative.

The Way Up by dirtybinary 7,991

It's a long road to recovery, but Bucky's got this. Breaking into Steve's apartment sounds like a good start.

The S. Rogers Memorial (it’s NOT a shrine) to J. B. Barnes by SkyisGray 18,332

When the Avengers realize that Steve doesn’t have anything to remind him of Bucky Barnes, they embark on a project to track down Bucky memorabilia. But it seems that Steve isn’t the only visitor to the (unofficial) J. B. Barnes memorial (which is totally NOT a shrine, Tony).

and we are finally home by springsoldier (ladydaredevil) 7,340

The Winter Soldier shows up in Sam's kitchen, one morning. He deals with it. (Natasha helps. Steve would, if they let him.)

the nightmare from which I am trying to awake by Speranza 15,971

"You gotta bring him in, Cap." Tony Stark, distant: on speakerphone. "You can come in to me, or you can go to—well, I don't know who else is left. But you gotta bring him in."

History Painting by M_Leigh 6,834

“We’ll go there one day,” Bucky adds a moment later, back to his bright self again, grinning, cocky. “All those fucking places with all that fucking art. You can tell me all about it. Paintings and sculptures and all that crap.”

A chronicle of looking at art across the decades, and two birthdays.

It's an Adequate Life, Bucky Barnes by what_alchemy 10,260

This is a world without Bucky Barnes.

your homecoming will be my homecoming by lupinely 18,972

This is what Bucky thinks he remembers. Writing a letter to Steve in the trenches, muddy footprints, impressions of army boots on the ground. So cold his fingers ache. He’s writing the letter but it doesn’t make sense. He’s writing the letter but he wants to go home. It’ll make sense then, he thinks—it’ll make sense when they both come home.

Past Tense by Ark 3,778

Steve Rogers is falling from the sky.

His brief life flashes before his eyes.

clean up that blood all over your paws by beardsley 5,674

His dog tags identify him as Barnes, James B. It takes a frankly embarrassing amount of time for him to remember that name without stumbling over it inside his own head.

‘But you go by Bucky,’ says the man who calls himself Steve.

it's a love story (baby just say yes) by biggrstaffbunch 4,264

Steve's not jealous precisely.

(When Everything Breaks) You Are The Anchor That Holds Me byCryptoHomoRocker 5,133

"Steve is the one thing Bucky hasn’t had to make up his mind about."

Or: Bucky has feelings, Steve has feelings, and then they have sex.

so familiar a gleam by sariane 5,631

Steve develops temporary psychic abilities and accidentally wanders his way into Bucky's dreams. All he wants is to convince Bucky to come home.

Reflex Memories by sariane 34,174

Bucky Barnes never remembers who he is.

That doesn’t stop him from falling in love with Steve Rogers.

And walk through the Manhattan valleys of the dead by lanyon 3,599

Bucky has amnesia and Steve struggles to come to terms with the fact he may never be the same again.

The gold-hearted boy I used to be by lanyon 1,901

There is so much Bucky Barnes does not remember.

A Four-Letter Word by lanyon 1,452

Every time Steve and Bucky want to spend some alone time together, they get cock-blocked by world crises, minor and major.

the sky is blue because it misses the stars by zarabithia 1,134

All of his memories are still a bit hazy, which is why Bucky doesn’t initially realize what a big deal July 4th is.

break loose of loss and longing by victoria_p (musesfool) 3,509

"What do you think of the speculation that you and Steve Rogers were lovers?"

"What? Who thinks that? I don't think about that. Why would I think about that?"

I'll give you my heart to make a place by victoria_p (musesfool) 5,808

The one thing Bucky knows is that he never wants to hurt Steve.

un seul lit by pollitt 319

Steve smells like fresh clothes and soap.

Bucky remembers.

so here we are by pollitt 451

He's getting there.

check me out by pollitt 437

The lines at the grocery store aren’t long, but once Bucky and Steve take their place in one of them, it’s clear that no one is going anywhere anytime soon.

Bucky grabs a magazine off of the rack and raises an eyebrow at Steve. “Captain America groupies -- how much of a ‘Cappie’ are you? Should I take the quiz and find out?”

Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes by Speranza 14,372

His eyes were dark and unreadable: there was only a faint ring of blue around the pupils. He stared at Steve down the gun barrel and muttered: "Are you really my friend?"

Steve's Got Moves by reena_jenkins, sirona 1,648

Steve's hips don't lie... but he's got an excellent poker face.

You've got the love I need to see me through by sirona 1,473

Bucky (and Steve, because, well, he's never been good at saying 'no' to Bucky) steal Lola to go joy-riding. (That's Bucky's story and he's sticking to it.)

Let's Be Exposed and Unprotected by torakowalski 4,893

Bucky’s pretty sure he should be into getting fucked through the floor while walls explode around him like in that Mr and Mrs Smith movie that Clint loves. But he likes it like this. He likes being on his back with Steve looming above him, big and naked, blocking out the rest of the world.

The Pretense of Being by radialarch 3,068

Captain America believed that the soldier was Bucky Barnes. This did not make it a fact.

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Bucky comes to Steve, and then he comes home.

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“I remember when we were little,” Steve starts out, feeling a grin spread over his face, “I think we were about six or seven; you used to tell me the fireworks that went off every Fourth of July were just for me. The whole city celebrating my birthday.”

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A long time ago, Bucky taught Steve how to dance. Later, Steve teaches him.

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Bucky is starting to remember the things he'd really rather keep forgetting.

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'In retrospect, it takes a lot longer for Bucky to realize it than he thinks is probably normal. He should probably be even slightly aware of it before he finds himself drinking a little too much after a particularly rough day, and before he knows what’s happening, he’s half naked and there’s this lovely girl on top of him but…but he doesn't care. She’s gorgeous and spunky and just the right amount of everything but Bucky can’t get it up to save his life. And what’s worse is he’s not interested. At all. And he should be.

His S.H.I.E.L.D-appointed therapist tells him that a diminished sex-drive is normal for someone with depression. But Bucky tells her that it isn’t diminished, it’s fucking gone.'

OR: The depression that has resulted from being The Winter Soldier has left Bucky with little to no interest in sex. Seeing as he was more than interested in it before the war, Bucky is rightfully perturbed, even setting out to try to get that spark back . And Steve, well Steve is his rock through it all--always is, really.

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Of course they had presumptions and ideas about him. But Bucky makes it his mission to break them all down.

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Bucky knows it's going to be a bad one when Steve wakes up again, lifts his head up from the side of Bucky's fancy electric hospital bed, and says, "Now don't get mad until I explain."

His voice has the tone that had meant he'd got into another fight and had two black eyes, or found a HYDRA nest and accidentally forgotten to tell Bucky or the other Howlies that he was going in to clear it out, or that he'd met a stray dog on the way home from the store and given it his share of meat for supper and was planning to eat boiled potatoes and stale bread, while expecting Bucky to eat his own share of the meat as if it didn't choke him.

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Bucky leaves Steve at the bar to go fiddle around with the jukebox in the corner, and even that looks authentic, like it really is 70 years from the past, and suddenly all of it is too much. Bucky’s hung his jacket on the back of a stool, and when he turns around and Steve’s able to look at him, really look at him for the first time in a long time, he gets a little misty-eyed. Because by God, Bucky really hasn’t changed much from what he looked like in the 40’s. A little older, some more lines on his face maybe, but the smile is still the same, turned up at the corners, with a twinkle in his eye.

The one where Bucky plans out Valentine's Day for Steve.

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“It’s too late, Steve,” Bucky’s voice across the comm is flat, layered with static. “The deadlock’s irreversible. S’the only way.”

Steve knows what nearly dying feels like; knows it better than most, and this—those words, that voice, this impossible burning that courses through him like the serum in reverse, this.

This is so much worse than nearly.

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The words are sandpaper, all grit and metal: poison in his mouth, in his veins.

"I’m not who I used to be, Stevie."

Bucky thinks it's only him who's changed.

He's wrong.

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Yay! Asks from someone mostly unfamiliar to my writing makes me smile, for some reason. Here we go!7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose and why you're proud of it. I dodged this question, before, but here it is. I'm proud of this because A) its currently unpublished, and as such, I havent felt the need to justify it; sometimes people's responses change how I feel about my writing, for the better or worse. And B) this is a character I dont like. He's fun to write, but not a nice person. Not that I'm a nice person, but I'm trying to decide if he gets a happy (ish) ending, and glimpsing into his 'not nice' mind is kind of fun. Here it is:Marc Pembrooke III was many things. He was almost always the most successful person in any room he occupied. Even when his father was around (which he wasn’t at present, having left the event after an hour, commenting that a large charitable donation required him to only show his face briefly), he was still more successful comparably, having made his fortune at a younger age than his father. Both inherited a large portion of said wealth, but prided themselves on increasing it in their younger years.Marc was charming. He conversed easily with almost everyone he came across. It was not difficult to allow others to speak on their own interests for some time, acknowledging their pursuits before shifting the conversation to suit his own. It was something his father taught him as a teenager, and it worked to his advantage more often than not.Marc had to admit, as humbly as he knew how, that he was good-looking, even attractive. He saw how women looked at him when he stepped out of his car, handing the valet the key to his Maserati and walked into restaurants while dining in the city. He guessed that part of it was because of Molly. Having a beautiful woman on his arm could sometimes draw the eye of other beautiful women to the owner of said arm. But even when he left the room to refill his champagne glass during the intermission, he noticed more than one female guest giving him a lascivious glance or two. As a result, he stood a little straighter and volunteered to refill Molly’s glass of white wine spritzer. Twice.But some time ago, roughly a half an hour, Marc’s mood faded from bored complacency, to one he could not name. It was sharper than anger and more stifled than jealousy. He adjusted his patterned bow tie and excused himself and Molly from the Attorney General and his wife. He’d been distracted ever since they’d left, and now, having returned, smiling arm in arm with her two friends, whose names escaped him, Marc was resolved to be seen. See? I kind of love it.13. Whats the best writing advice you've come across?Okay, this came from my friend @lachesis-ism who openly admits to only having done this once, but come on? Have tou read his writing? Clearly, it works. Basically its this: if you're unhappy with something you've written, even if its a hundred pages, and you're all done and its so easy to just upload it and walk away...delete it all and start again. Dont subject yourself to mediocre work if you know you can do better. You'll be happy if you do. ...I cant remember if you asked me #17 or #19 (I'm on my phone and I dont know how to save all of this) so I'm just going to answer both. Ya welcome.17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?Because of how I write, I usually write out of order, at first, anyway. My stories usually begin with something as simple as a piece of dialogue. My current story began with a character (whom I hadnt even determined at the time) saying something, and I just asked myself, "Who is this? Why are they saying it? What happenes next?" And it became the fourth chapter of my story. I usually write scenes as they come to be, but I rarely have the whole story done before i've begun posting, so eventually, I have to write in some sort of order.19. Stephen King once said his muse is a man who lives in a basement. Do you have a muse?So, I had to look up "muse", because its one of those things that I ran across a million times, but no one ever explained to me. Like "beta" or "0% APR Financing". I still dont...get it, but heres my take on my muse. Its just me. I like to inject a little of myself into my writing and even my characters. Each character in Avalanche, yes even Marc and Molly, have a little bit of me in there. I hope that answer isnt dumb. It feels dumb. Will someone explain to me what a muse is?!Thanks for the asks!

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Lyn Hiner loves to allotment her adulation of art and her artistic spirit with the world. She spent some time acceptance art as a apprentice and would advice others ascertain their artistic aperture by alms classes in her comfortable Orange County art studio, area she provides the accoutrement to let others analyze their souls on canvas. Lyn suffered a austere aberration blow afterwards bedrock accession on the beach, but throughout her aching accretion she never absent afterimage of her acceptance or acceptance that alike in the darkest of times, there is consistently a light. Lyn creates abstruse expressionist works that reflect her claimed behavior and is blessed aback alive on her long-running series. Lyn tells JustLuxe about how her acceptance and adulation of adorableness and art has helped her through the darkest times.

When did you activate alive as a able artist?

I’ve been a artistic best of my life, but fabricated it my career/profession about three years ago. Although I had been teaching art privately, it wasn’t until a alarming accident and my abounding accretion that I rediscovered my adulation for creating art.

How would you ascertain your work?

Stylistically, I’d say it avalanche aural abstruse expressionism. My ambition is to abstruse the aspect of my accountable or emotion, which is a absorption of my own claimed journey. What I appetite my artwork to arm-twist is “hope and adorableness can be begin in the anarchy and abashing of life.”

How do you feel your assignment has afflicted through the years?

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I had some abstruse training in the arts in aerial academy and again briefly at the Pratt Institute. Aback then, my assignment was acutely representational and appetite for photo-realism. But at the point aback I acquainted alleged to accomplish beheld arts my profession (many years later), the alteration from accurate representational assignment to expressive, alike to the point of abstraction, progressed rather quickly.

Do you feel your assignment has a specific narrative?

Painting is a acutely claimed acquaintance that draws me afterpiece to my Creator. Aggravating to abstruse the aspect of what I see helps me absolutely acknowledge the adorableness of conception while additionally giving the eyewitness a altered acquaintance for themselves. Advertent simple adorableness in circuitous and aphotic settings can animate and affect hope. At atomic that’s what I’ve abstruse over the advance of my life. Experiencing adorableness in difficult times has brought me accord and achievement while additionally enabling me to allotment adorableness with others who may charge advance as well.

Which artists accept afflicted you the most?

Oh my! I don’t apperceive how to acknowledgment that, there accept been so abounding over the years! Georgia O’Keefe, Van Gogh, and Monet for beauty, blush and boldness. Rothko for his use of layers to accomplish a adapted effect. Women artists, who fought to accept a articulation in an industry that banned to accept for so long, and for those titans who abide to breach these built-in stereotypes that men are bigger at creating. I don’t anticipate they’re better, so abundant as they tend to accept added blowing again best women. Accepting been apparent to museums and galleries throughout the U.S. and Europe, I’ve been buried to a all-inclusive arrangement of genres. I brainstorm all accept afflicted me to some degree.

A few years ago, you had a appealing agonizing acquaintance afterwards acrimonious up what you anticipation was a bedrock on the beach. Can you acquaint me a bit about it?

Wasn’t that something? I was with my kids at the beach, adequate a low course coursing for rocks. I’ve done this aback I was a kid, and I able a adulation for advertent the capacity and adorableness of rocks, seaglass and baby shells in my accouchement as well. There were a few stand-outs, but the highlight was what I anticipation to be a baby allotment of amber (I would afterwards acquisition out it was white phosphorous). Wet and hungry, we ate our picnic, played some more, again went home a brace of hours later.

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Once home, I was discussing the black affairs with my bedmate aback I acquainted a afire affliction on the ancillary of my appropriate leg. It was as if a accumulative lens was afire a aperture into my thigh, which I knew logically fabricated no sense. What did accomplish faculty in that breach additional was a rather ample bug charge be bitter me, so afterwards attractive or cerebration abundant abroad I hit my leg with abundant force to annihilate it. I looked bottomward to appearance the asleep bug, but instead a afire blaze was cutting beeline out from my burden shorts, and anarchy ensued. What I anticipation was a allotment of amber angry out to be phosphorous.

Ten canicule and two surgeries later, I was appear from the bake assemblage of the hospital, accepting primarily 3rd amount burns on my appropriate duke and thigh and a few spots area phosphoric acerbic dripped on my larboard leg as well. Over the abutting year, there would be four added accessory surgeries acclamation blister tissue, additional anatomic and concrete analysis to action the furnishings of the scars and achieve use of my appropriate basis finger. There is no way to call what ample patches of acutely austere bark feels like while its activity through the healing process. Due to the accident in our home, we were confused into a auberge for over two months while aliment were done. It was the actual analogue of about-face and chaos. But here’s the beauty: I was alive! My kids were unharmed! That phosphorous could accept afire at any time, but by God’s grace, it didn’t appear until we were home.

That year or so wasn’t easy, by any amplitude of the imagination! But in the bristles years aback that crazy event, I accept apparent a array of means God has acclimated this story. Not aloof personally, absorption the adulation and time with those angel to us, but additionally in the lives of others; a abstruse about-face in my dupe God and absolution go of the abhorrence and what-if’s. Prayerfully dispatch into the unknown. It’s been incredible, actually.

You had to accord with the concrete trauma, forth with actuality advance in the accent for article you would rather accept never happened. How do you feel that impacted you as an artist, if absolutely it did?

The media absorption was unexpected, for sure! Hearing there were account vans anchored alfresco my home, and in advanced of the hospital was surreal! Actuality on Good Morning America one day afterwards my additional anaplasty is adamantine to explain…I’m no altered than anyone else. I adopt my claimed activity break private. But it was a awe-inspiring story, and we were accustomed astute board by the hospital administrators and accompany who were communications experts that we bare to “feed the beast, and it would go abroad so we could go aback to healing.” That was absolutely what happened. It helps to accept bodies about you who apperceive how to advance in a accident like that.

To be honest, the abstraction of actuality beneath analysis beneath the best of affairs is trying. But aback actuality fodder for bodies who didn’t apperceive me, artlessly because there was a adventure active about me and the bearings was awfully painful. However, I accept that was advancing me for my profession. The best important assignment in this is I don’t let added people’s assessment of my style/subject/etc. aftereffect my work. I do me…you do you.

Do you feel that acquaintance in any way afflicted your assignment or accountable matter?

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Absolutely! I accept activity contest accept a way of affecting your narrative, whether you’re acquainted of it, or not. This accident is no different. Once I formed through the alteration of not creating for a continued time, to creating what was familiar, to honing in on my claimed style/voice, I begin that the use of layers speaks to the seasons of activity we have. Aerial contrast, and use of aphotic backgrounds and active capacity was an estimation of aching circumstances, but that there’s consistently achievement – consistently ablaze in the darkness. Using palette knives helps to deconstruct the capacity that can (and generally do) get in the way of seeing the bigger picture. Regardless, those capacity are allotment of the broader perspective, so attractive at the artwork from a ambit gives you one view, aloof like affective afterpiece helps you to see all the capacity that go into the base of blush and beauty. This is a absorption of life’s journey, my journey, and it is my affidavit bidding in the series, “Beauty From Ashes.”

Do you accept any accepted shows or exhibits?

I do! I currently accept a scattering of pieces from my “Beauty From Ashes” alternation at Forest & Ocean Gallery in Laguna Beach, CA, with an Artisan Reception appointed for some time in July. I additionally accept a abandoned appearance at Anne’s Boutique Wines in Costa Mesa, CA, now through aboriginal August. This accident is like walking through my artistic journey, as there are pieces from the alpha of my career, to works that haven’t been appear yet, 26 works in all.

What are you currently alive on?

I abide to add to my expressionist botanical alternation “Beauty From Ashes,” which I still acquisition acutely satisfying, but I’m developing two new series, as well. I accept about 10 pieces in an abstruse alternation I am titling “Facades,” as able-bodied as an automotive alternation I’m aloof beginning, which is a story! I grew up with my ancestor antagonism Porsches, so my acknowledgment for this admirable apparatus began aboriginal and grew into a allure as a teenager. As it happened, and by God’s providence, I began alive for an auto antagonism advertisement and barter appearance through my 20’s, which annoyed my crawling to drive high-performance cars! It’s additionally area I met my husband, who shares my adulation for aerial achievement vehicles.

Fast advanced to beforehand this year: I created a painting for my husband’s altogether of one of his favorites, and acquaint it on amusing media, which anon garnered inquiries and requests for more, which I am added than blessed to do. It’s a abandonment from my primary work, but it’s so fun to create! We’ll see area it goes.

There are added account in my head; some abiding objectives, others are shelved indefinitely, but ultimately, I accept been alleged to this profession and I will do it to the best of my ability, and for as continued as I accept articulation to actualize and an admirers who will accept it. Alike then, I brainstorm I will still create, because that’s who I am and what I was created to do.

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