MOD’S READS: SEPTEMBER 2017
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Mod Blue
- the wound is not deep, but you know it exists (that is enough) by Nori
- Steal The Rhythm Out From My Heart by Nori
- Gravitation by Odsbodkins
- three's company by theappleppielifestyle
- Stargazing by claimedbydaryl
- the camera found chemistry by mostlikelydefinentlymad
- Rhythm to the Fray by hitlikehammers
- Not gonna reach my telephone by haku23
- progressively bigger keys by layersofsilence
- kicking down the door by layersofsilence
- If Steve Rogers Were Your Boyfriend by bopeep
- Jumbotron Misunderstandings by orphan_account
- to hide the wolves of sleep by beardsley
- Then and now by Miss_Von_Cheese
- Living On My Own by rekishi
- Take Me to Church by neversaydie
Mod Julia
Bucky shakes an errant lock of hair back from his face, tilting his jaw up. Steve’s eyes track the shift of the kaftan, the tantalizing glimpse of Bucky’s collarbones.
“Where do you find this stuff?” Steve asks, his hand smoothing up Bucky’s metal arm, over the silken sleeve and down Bucky’s back, coming to rest on the small of his back. “You never buy any when we’re in town.”
everything comes back to you by obsessivereader
Steve drags a hand through his hair before plucking at the front of his shirt and flapping it to get air moving against his skin. Bucky watches, transfixed, as he keeps getting flashing glimpses of Steve’s nipples. He flicks a guilty glance at Steve just in time to see Steve’s eyelids sliding down to cover his eyes. Bucky's stomach turns over at the thought that Steve might’ve caught him looking. He’s not sure whether to be relieved at not getting caught, or disappointed.
it's None of your Business by layersofsilence
or: the one where Steve is commissioned to get some better signage on his Dragon Community Centre, not run into the world's most stupidly improbably attractive man. guess what happens anyway
sometimes dead is better by aniloquent
Based on the Tumblr prompt "you absolutely loathe horror films whereas i love them, can we please please please just watch one? i’ll hold you if you get scared!"
a creative use for adamantium by mwestbelle
Steve wants to try something new.
From Little Things by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)
In which Steve is something like a dryad, Bucky's not the Winter Soldier anymore but he's not quite sure he's Bucky, and together they discover that some choices are worth making.
How to Seduce a Writer by obsessivereader
What's a determined master strategist going to do when the oblivious writer he's trying to woo keeps missing all the clues?
Steve is straight. Or at least, that's what he thinks until he meets his new dog-walking client, Bucky. Now he's having all these feelings he's never had before, what is he going to do?
The Good Monster by Taste_is_Sweet
"What's happening to you has nothing to do with you being bad," Steve said. "Nothing. It has everything to do with Hydra using men like lab rats. You think all the men who didn't survive the experiments were evil?"
"No," Bucky said. "I think they were lucky."
There was a Hot Runner Guy on the trail, and Steve Rogers couldn't handle it.
(Turns out, Bucky has the same exact problem.)
Mod Karin
When Steve Rogers returns to Brooklyn, the marriage arranged for him having proven to be a sham, he is desperate; desperate to regain his footing in Society, desperate to secure a wealthy spouse capable of paying the costly treatments that keep his mother alive and settling his family's debts. But how is he to do that when people view him as nothing more than damaged goods, someone to be sneered at, ridiculed, looked down upon, or pitied at best?
An opportunity presents itself when Lord Barnes, the renowned carefree Casanova of Brooklyn, forgets himself during one night of drunken stupor, sending Steve a letter that flouts all laws of common decency. An agreement is soon made: in return for Steve's discretion, Lord Barnes will pretend to court him, taking him to the most fancy events of the season where Steve can be introduced to potential suitors. It all works out perfectly, until Steve comes to understand that Lord Barnes is not as pompous and self-absorbed as he believed....
Fourth Floor by dirtybinary, mithborien, picoalloe
Steve has his life in order, okay. He goes to wizard college, even if he can't technically do magic. He has his own apartment, even though it's small and dinky and kind of gross, and forgets to exist sometimes, and might also be alive? Plus, he has a crush on the hot cyborg in unit 404 who cooks fiendishly good breakfast foods, and may or may not have some kind of weird connection to the sentient building they live in. He's not sure.
He's dealing, all right, his life is in tip-top condition, or it was until an eldritch monstrosity called the Hydra started posing as a real estate company to try and buy over his new home.
He's really pissed about that.
(The one where Steve is an angry millennial wizard, Sam is a Disney prince, Natasha is a shapeshifter, and Bucky is a spoiler.)
Guess Who's Coming to Dinner? by milollita, OriginalCeenote
Person A of your OTP is a vampire and is next in line to lead the clan. Person B is a lone werewolf who was kicked out of their pack (you decide why). One night, person A goes on a hunting trip by themselves, but end up getting caught in some sort of trap. They are stuck there for however many days until they are nearly starving to death. Person B finds them and, instead of killing them like anyone else from their pack would, they hunt for food for person A and try to help them. Although person A is very unsure/terrified of person B at first, they are so starving that they accept the food with next to no hesitation, despite being raised to never trust werewolves.
Bucky was hoping for a savior, sure. There were better ways for him to spend his time than waiting in a five-by-five cell, waiting to have the
lifeblood drained out of him for corporate profit.He just wasn’t expecting his savior to be small enough to tuck into his hip pocket, with such a crazy look in his eye. Or naked. He was breathing hard, bony chest heaving, and he was dripping all over Bucky’s floor, gripping something weird in his hand.
A finger.
“So. You want out, right?”
Bucky Barnes, figure skating champion, is forced to switch his skates for hockey ones when he leaves for college. Problem is, he's never played hockey before, and now he has to be good enough to get the scholarship he needs. Enter Steve Rogers, Carter University Men's Hockey player, who's decided that he'd do anything to get this guy on his team.
Cue five am runs, overwhelming classes, new friends, plenty of snow, and a sport that's fast becoming a way of life.
Perilous Underside of the World by eyres
After Steve becomes an unwilling subject in Ross's pet weapons project to make a next gen super soldier, Bucky is awakened from cryo to join a daring rescue operation to save Steve from an impenetrable government base on the Antarctica coastline. When things go belly up, Steve and Bucky must strike out on their own across the hostile landscape, with Ross's men close behind.
AKA 'The one where Steve throws a snowmobile at a helicopter.'
Steve called him Bucky, and the Winter Soldier was trying to shoulder into that name like a badly-fitting jacket.
Or, the one where the Winter Soldier pulls Steve from the Potomac and sticks around this time.
Summer Don't Own Me No More by alby_mangroves, Nonymos
Bucky Barnes, weary soldier, illegal immigrant, sarcastic sex worker. Steve Rogers, miracle of science, lonely man, disillusioned cop. Both of them on a collision course in this brave new world, like that's not gonna end in sex and explosions.
The whole ship is like that: alive with light, as if light were the blood in its veins. It still bothers him when he's not tired enough to sleep, but he's starting to get used to it. Starting to appreciate that the thing he lives inside is almost as much of an organism as he is. Strange, but also strangely reassuring.
Sometimes when he lies in the dark here, cocooned in his bunk, he wonders what it's like in the tube. If it's quiet. He hopes it's restful. Peaceful. Soft, like the sleep of late morning, with sun coming in from around the drapes. Steve wonders if the translucent panel that covers and shields and contains him also lets in light. If behind his closed eyelids, he can still see something, the way that Steve can when he shuts his own eyes here, now. If he is seeing a kind of permanent sunrise; a long dream of a slow dawn.