MOD’S READS: JANUARY 2018
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despite the threatening sky and shuddering earth (they remained) by praximeter (Zimario) (WIP | 33,678 | M )
“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.
Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—
“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”
Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”
undersell, overcommit by silentwalrus (WIP | 10,222 | unrated)
Steve goes so hard for Bucky that he becomes a licensed, practicing massage therapist.
buachaill sciobail by silentwalrus (complete | 5,271 | unrated )
“Okay,” Sam says. “Okay. Alright. O-kay. I just, I gotta say, man, when you told me ‘Bucky is a selkie’ this is not... really…. what I... imagined.”
“What did you imagine?” Steve says. Across his lap - or rather covering his entire body from the waist down - the eight hundred pound tube of blubber that is J.B. Barnes blows a snot bubble.
trade me for an apparition by endofadream (WIP | 17,480 | M )
Before they strap him to the table they bring Mission: Steven Grant Rogers--aka Captain America--to the Asset. In his tattered civilian clothes, bleeding and bruised and unconscious, he looks nothing like the legend. Asset does not care about that. It has been promised a new weapon, and that is all that it sees here.
There Is No Shortage of Blood by alby_mangroves, Dira Sudis (dsudis) (WIP | 73,240 | E)
The long slow recovery of Bucky Barnes after his escape from HYDRA.
(And the longer, slower recovery of his sex life.)
Mod Blue
There was a new chapter for You're the Pants on a Roxy Usher by spitandvinegar (WIP | 17,164 | E) from the Ain't No Grave series, and she also wrote a new piece for her
Except it Abide in the Vine.
Other than that Mod Blue spent the whole of January rereading every single thing that astolat has ever written, and if you love yourself you’ll go and read everything she ever did in any of your fandoms, and if you really love yourself you’ll go and read everything she ever wrote regardless of which fandom it was for.
Mod Julia
Not Bittersweet by flowerfan (oneshot | 1,417 | M)
They don’t talk much about it - Bucky sleeping on the floor, Steve’s nightmares, the way neither of them seem to look more than a week or two ahead. Steve can see in Bucky’s eyes everything he needs to know.
No Scrubs by rooonil_waazlib (complete | 10,257 | E)
The entrance to their building opens, then, and Steve forgets all about Jackson, the limo, the party. Bucky’s overcoat is unbuttoned, flapping open in the wind. His scarf, a deep violet that Steve absolutely couldn’t pull off, flies up a little, revealing the black bowtie he’s wearing underneath, the wine-colored suit.
Steve has to swallow, once. Twice. It always catches him off-guard, Bucky’s good looks, at odd times: napping on the couch, face tucked into one elbow; flipping a crepe at the stove; during orgasm; here, now. His suit fits him perfectly—not quite tight across his muscular thighs but not exactly loose, either; his shoulders looking so broad compared to his waist. Steve breathes in and immediately regrets it, the pull of the corset reminding him just how much fun he’s planning to have with Bucky tonight.
More than a Mouthful by notlucy (oneshot | 3,737 | E)
Bucky doesn’t do well when Steve’s gone. Luckily, Steve has a few tricks up his sleeve to make his homecoming memorable.
I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) (oneshot | 8,796 | M)
Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.
there is a tavern in the town (and there my dear love sits him down) by obsessivereader (oneshot | 3,745 | T)
Wanda places her hand on Steve’s brow and closes her eyes. The red glow from her hand intensifies and casts uneasy shadows on Steve’s still face. After about a minute, the glow fades and her hand drops back to her side.
“He fights me,” she whispers. She looks up at Bucky with an obscure pain in her eyes. “He doesn’t know me in there. I can't get close.”
“Send me in.”
so quite new a thing by Mireille (oneshot | 8,435 | E)
The "Steve Can't Know You're Into Him" protocol had stood Bucky in good stead for years, but he was having trouble following it these days.
Save a Horse, Ride a Captain by galwednesday (oneshot | 2,711 | T)
Bucky tapped him on the shoulder, swaying back and forth a little as he waited for the man to turn around. “Hello,” he said, and then promptly forgot what else he was going to say, because this guy was fucking beautiful. “Wow. Good face.”
Two of the guy’s friends, a man wearing a suit that fit so well it had to be bespoke and a man with a cute little gap between his front teeth, started cracking up. The petite redhead sitting next to them cocked her head to the side and pulled her phone out of her handbag. Beautiful Face just looked kind of pained, so Bucky redirected. He was a gentleman. He could take a hint. No hitting on beautiful guys who were uncomfortable with that sort of thing, no matter how lickable their jawlines were.
“Hello,” he repeated, doing his best to mind his manners. “I’m very sorry to bother you. Can I have a piggy-back ride?”
it's impossible to read that guy by layersofsilence (oneshot | 5,593 | T)
Barnes had been transferred into the precinct on an idyllic July afternoon when the sky was cloudless and the breeze was perfect, which Tony can remember because they'd been perfect conditions for plenty of time whiled away on the roof, possibly perfecting dubiously legal chemical mixtures.
Tony had, only naturally, been curious. And he’d only grown more curious about the mysterious new arrival when he’d not brought over a single personal item for his desk (Scott, who was happily violating the ‘two items and two photographs’ rule by plastering the ceiling above his desk with pictures of his small and smiling daughter, maintained that this was unnatural and horrifying), and invariably responded with a flat negative when asked out for lunch, coffee, dinner, breakfast, tea, hot chocolate, cold chocolate, and, on one occasion, a sleepover.
or: the brooklyn 99 inspired au that nobody really asked for
You're Looking For a Way Out by camwolfe (complete | 50,061 | M)
Bucky's therapist recommends that he try hiking, so he gives it a shot. He runs into Steve on his very first hike, during an unfortunate encounter with a bird.
It goes from there.
Fappin' With Cap by rohkeutta (oneshot | 2,004 | E)
“Hey,” Bucky says when Steve gets out of the bathroom, holding a towel around his hips. “You made it back in one piece.”
Bucky’s reclining on his stomach on Steve’s giant bed, dressed in loose shorts and a black t-shirt. His hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail and he looks bored, flipping through a Wakandan magazine about-- Guns? Steve squints at it a little, then at all the pen marks and !!!!! WANT ’s circling some of the weapons, and decides to let it go.
“Yeah,” Steve says, trying to comb his wet hair from his face and ignore the !!!!!! WANT his brain is yelling at the sight of Bucky.
red guy, pink guy, cyan guy, and the slow guy by talkplaylove (oneshot | 1,325 | G)
Steve manages to make Pac-Man chomp two of the ghosts down, while running from Clyde, the recently-released orange ghost. He’s aiming to grab the fruit at the start point, directing Pac-Man to the middle when his touch screen freezes, ignoring the drag of his finger. Steve’s heart clenches, watching as Clyde creeps behind Pac-Man and Blinky respawns, making its way out of the cage. He drags his finger on the screen again, Pac-Man making an aborted move to the left, narrowly missing Clyde and finally eating the fruit—but crashes head on with Inky, who was still on the loose.
“ARGH!”
burn to gold by kblaze2 (oneshot | 1,750 | Not Rated)
Steve has been doing this for seventy years. Bucky, too. On the sun-kissed fields of Wakanda, they take a breath before battle.
there will be blood (and cocoa) by Spacedog (oneshot | 7,273 | T)
sam wilson needs an excuse to go to the ice skating rink. unfortunately for him, his usual wingman, one bucky barnes, needs a little bit of help on the ice.
or: a winter meet-ugly for the ages.