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#first time [category - ongoing]

Writer: The Librarian
The Librarian
Jun 2
3 min read

Summary:

"Jesus, Steve, I just had to explain to a ninety-something year old ex-killer that it was normal to have dreams and wake up with unusual physical attributes and, and listen, we have to get him a male GP, a, a man, because when I asked him why he hadn't just called her to discuss this he looked at me like I'd suggested he slap her in the face."

Alternate titles: "It's Just You". "Steve Rogers Can't Get a Goddamned Clue". "SSRIs and You". "Steve, Natasha is Going to Hit You". "Buying a Clue". "Steve's Clue-Field is Barren".

(slight tw for a non-con makeout moment.)


Summary:

Steve smiled back and blushed, his broken leg seemingly the very last thing on his mind. "A for effort though, right?""A for effort, F for execution," Bucky squinted, smile stuck on his face. "Next time just ask me out to dinner or something."

Bucky immediately wondered why the hell he'd let such overt, dangerous words slip from his lips so easily, but he couldn't take them back now. Steve's brows shot up fractionally in reply, smile growing as he asked quietly, "In that case... wanna get dinner sometime?"

How Bucky avoided melting to the floor in a giant puddle of goo, he'd never know. He grinned and bit his lip, ducking his head down shyly before nodding and peeking back at his patient. "Yeah, I'd love that."

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AU where Bucky gets a job as a nurse at the Avengers compound, makes friends with Wanda and catches the eye of a certain super soldier.


Summary:

Pulling the strap of the camera over his head, Bucky turned it off, then gripped it carefully in his left hand. He let his head rest back against the brick of the building. Eyes closed, he imagined the breath crystalizing in front of him until his heart rate slowed back to barely normal.

On what felt like the hundredth rep his mind clicked over to the sound of an exhale; while the heady smell of smoke and… something else, something that took him back to memories of fields of wild flowers mixed with that first summer rain - the one that washed away Spring and brought about Summer’s sweet tinge of heat, a strange combination to be sure, curling into the night air, and the overall presence of another form that a former Army sniper shouldn’t have missed, and absolutely couldn’t ignore.

Without turning his head he looked over, only to see the outline of broad shoulders expanding with their inhale, a head tilting back, and a cloud of smoke filling the air.

Good ‘ol boy Captain America smoking a Marlboro.

Plot-fucking-twist.

“I guess I can’t say ‘those things’ll kill ya’ in this instance.”

One day his mouth was going to get him in trouble.


Summary:

“So, what would you say is your chief complaint today?” Dr. Barnes asked, running his fingers through his thick hair, which Steve refused to watch him do, just as he refused to stare at those slender fingers with their neatly trimmed nails or the way those blue scrubs hugged the man’s well-developed shoulders and displayed his taut biceps and - oh my God - hinted at what appeared to be an impressive bulge.

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Or, the AU in which virgin Steve sees a chiropractor for his chronic pain and ends up with more than just his spine adjusted.


Summary: A year ago, Steve wouldn't have dared step foot in this loud, overcrowded nightclub. He nurses his drink while skimming the dance floor, seated at the far end of the bar. The crowd radiates with raw energy as they shake to the beat, music drumming through the air, a song Steve doesn't recognize. Steve's eyes lose their focus, a hint of a smile twisting his lips. He starts to look away, not having the courage to join them, until his gaze lands on a figure near the front. A head of long, brown hair sways with the man's movements, slightly obscured by the strobe lights. The man practically glows as he struts to the beat, skin-tight jeans clinging to those massive thighs, hips snapping with each thump and rumble. His muscles are on full display, too, with abs and biceps visible through his sheer crop top. Steve nearly chokes on the sip of his drink. He is so undeniably fucked.



 
 
 

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