#mcu g/t

[wearyeerie]

Very very lazy g/t warloki doodles

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

Giant Yelena and tiny Bob, anyone? :) (From Marvel's Thunderbolts/New Avengers)

I was hesitant to post this, one of the reasons being it doesn't look how I wanted it to look... But sometimes art doesn't meet our expectations and we struggle with drawing, and that's okay. Art fluctuates like we fluctuate, so I don't think there's any reason to be embarrassed about that. In a world riddled with perfectionism and social media focusing on only "flawless" pics, imperfections can be a breath of fresh air.

[sweetestpieces]

Can’t get the idea of Cassie not being able to stop herself from growing while on a date with Kate because her feels are going crazy out of my head.

[livingfandomly]

I will always cry over the fact that we never got to see the most epic enemies-to-lovers execution in the world of fiction. Sincerely… WHAT THE FUCK?????????

[wannabeeaten]

something that's always bugged me about vore is the lack of disabled preds. in every corner of the community, it's something I rarely see.

I get that preds are supposed to be "peak humanity" when it comes to human preds, but it feels a bit wrong that the peak is so exclusionary. it's just so weird that no one else enjoys or even entertains the idea of preds that suffer from something.

it's not like they wouldn't have appealing factors to them. maybe a blind pred uses their mouth to get a feel of someone because their hands can't quite do the job of making out their features, or a hearing impaired person using their ability to enjoy a different form of bonding with their S/O. the ideas are there, but no one seems to include them from what I've seen. I have more ideas but I don't want this to come off as gratuitous for the sake of proving a point.

some of my favorite characters in tv shows and movies would make great preds, like Matt Murdock or even Flynn from Breaking Bad, who has cerebral palsy. these characters can be the "peak" too.

this could also be said about the prey too, but y'all aren't ready for that discussion

[ittybluebell]

Roommate | Daredevil G/T | Chapter 1

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Matt Murdock didn't have anything against mice. He'd never been personally harrassed by one, but he understood the need to get rid of them. One easily turned into a dozen and with all the mess and digging into food, eviction was necessary. Despite how many rodents he heard daily, it wasn't something he thought about. The only reason mice were on his mind now was because one had moved into the floor, and he could hear it moving around as he laid in bed.

Now, like he said, Matt didn't have anything against mice.

Scrtch-scrtch-tick.

This one, however, was pushing its luck.

It showed up one night, moving in when he was out vigilante-ing and he only noticed the next day. At first, he didn't care. It was alone and hadn't yet realized there was food in his apartment. He had other, more pressing issues than a single mouse. It was a benign little thing - hardly a problem. Most nights, he could ignore the pitter-pattering and scraping or put in his noise-canceling earbuds.

Tonight, the mouse was too loud for earbuds. As he tossed and turned, Matt fumed, wondering what that rodent could possibly be up to. Rearranging furniture? Fuck, it sounded like it. Little mouse furniture.

Enough was enough. Matt threw a pillow at the floor and told the thing to shut up. To his surprise, it did. Matt sighed and finally went to sleep.

From that night on, he noticed a drastic decline in his downstairs neighbor's noise pollution.

How silly it was, Matt thought during a good mood, holding a grudge toward an animal. Especially one that was polite enough to let him sleep in peace.

Oh, how naïve he was.

The mouse quickly reinstated its grudge status when Matt noticed things going missing. It started with the bagels - a hole in the bag he noticed because the scent of bagel was particularly strong. Upon investigation, he discovered there was a complete lack of crumbs. And a chunk discreetly chewed from the middle. From there, things escalated. He smelled the shift in the air, smelled the remnants of another living being in his apartment. Little objects went missing - things even a seeing person might miss. But not Matt Murdock.

The sock was the last straw.

"What's the best bait for mouse traps?" Matt asked as soon as he entered the office.

"Cheese?" Foggy answered, confused. "Why? Do you have mice?"

"One. One mouse."

"How d- nevermind. Let me guess - you can't sleep."

"It's taking my stuff."

Foggy laughed. Karen huffed.

"At least tell me you're using non-lethal," said Karen. Upon his silence, she aww'd sadly. "Matt, no. It's just a mouse. You can't kill it."

"They're pests," said Foggy.

"But they're so cute. It just wants a place to live."

"Karen-" started Matt.

"No, no, she's got a point." Foggy spun his chair around. "Matt, you can't kill it! So cute and fuzzy!"

The lawyer-by-day, vigilante-by-night groaned. "Fine, I won't. Just stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Foggy, I can feel your eyes fake-tearing up."

Matt bought some glue traps and baited them with peanut butter. When Karen told him glue traps were worse - "They're so inhumane, Matt!" - he assured her that he'd know when the mouse got stuck; it wouldn't suffer. As much as the thing annoyed him, Karen was right: he wasn't going to abandon his no-killing rule for one mouse. (One mouse that must have a vendetta against him. He would not stoop to its level.) What kind of hypocrite would he be, huh?

The traps were set. Now to wait.

And wait.

A week passed. No mouse was caught. When he listened to its movement, he realized it was avoiding the spots he'd trapped. Avoiding the usual routes.

Smart. For a rodent. But Matt was smarter.

More traps, different bait. Traps disguised as the food and objects he'd noticed go missing, even the mate to his missing sock. It couldn't resist now.

Days passed.

Evidently, it could resist.

Foggy teased him about being outsmarted by an animal. Karen was on the mouse's side. Somebody must've told Jessica because he got a condescending text offering her services. Traitors, every one of them.

It all came to a head one terrible Friday night. Matt was already in a bad mood when he got home from work but going out, hearing and feeling New York City, pushed him over the edge. He was annoyed, his brain was overstimulated, and he just wanted to rest. The rooftop access door shut behind him and he threw his helmet into its trunk, about to shed the rest when the distinct sound of scratching and plastic crinkling in the kitchen cupboard caught his ear.

Matt stilled. It was here.

He marched with purpose toward the sounds.

That little bastard wasn't getting away this time. Catching it would be a satisfying end to a crappy day.

The mouse started fleeing before he was even close. It was headed for the other end of the cupboards - a hole in the floor Matt wasn't aware of but now could sense the air flowing from within. He'd have to seal that in the mor-

Mice didn't run on two legs.

Matt cocked his head, listening to the pattern of footfalls. He'd never cared to pay attention, but now it was impossible to miss. He knew what scurrying rodents sounded like. Whatever was in his kitchen, it was no rodent. It was bipedal. A bird? No, not with that speed. Not with that gait. He needed a closer examination.

Matt threw open the cupboard door. The first thing to hit his senses was the scent of corn chips.

The second was the heartbeat.

The creature's heart pounded swiftly in its chest. Air rushed from a mouth that was too upright for any kind of animal, a nose too humanlike. Small shoes hit the baseboard as it ran. Fabric rustled the same way he heard every single day in the street - like clothing.

Matt got lower, needing to be closer, needing to examine this little anomaly. How it moved, how it sounded, how uncannily familiar it was.

The living shape that his senses created was so alike to people that he was too shocked to outwardly react.

The little thing escaped into the floor, and Matt Murdock was left crouching there. Slowly, he shut the door. He took off the suit, dressed his wounds, and went to bed, his mind racing.

His body was exhausted, but he couldn't sleep. Not when he was tracking the creature's movements. Every scrape, every soft thud of a step, the whisper-

Whispering?

"You're fine. He didn't see you. There's no way…"

Whispering. Okay.

Matt pretended he didn't hear anything and put in his earbuds. That was a tomorrow-Matt problem.

Unfortunately for tomorrow-Matt, another problem knocked on his door first. That problem rhymed with Stank Hassle and didn't like to be ignored. Frank did offer coffee when they left so at least it wasn't a total bust. It was a good opportunity to get Matt out of his head; to get a clear perspective of the night before. Matt decided he was exhausted and hallucinating. The alternative was a tiny person living in the walls of his apartment. Delusion was easier.

Delusion was also what kept the borrower from abandoning the apartment altogether.

Call them stubborn, or stupid, but Finch didn't want to leave. Borrowers could only get so lucky. Landing a decent apartment with an oblivious bean was a rare opportunity, and Finch had no intention of giving it up. They would use this good fortune. Even if they didn't deserve it.

Finch shook off the guilt following that thought.

They spent the first week setting up: finding a place to sleep and tidying it up, living off the rations they packed. They got a lay of the land, surveying the apartment and its infrastructure. The excessively bright billboard directly in front of the living room window, the kitchen, and - most importantly - the bean. Light - or lack thereof - was never an issue for him. Not once did he flip a switch or so much as use his phone, which read texts aloud to him. He hardly looked at whatever claimed his attention. Everything added up to limited vision, but they couldn't be sure. It was safest not to risk any assumptions.

Evidence pointed to some damn good hearing when Finch was carving planks of wood out of the floor's innards. They were minding their own business, content with their repetitive, calming task, when something large and loud impacted the ceiling a dozen paces away.

The borrower nearly jumped out of their overalls, giving a startled squeak.

"Shut up," yelled the muffled voice above.

Pretending their soul wasn't just violently expelled from their body, Finch smoothed down their curly brown hair and exhaled shakily, making a mental note to postpone noisy work till the bean was away.

And they did good on that: when the bean was home, Finch completed the quieter, slower tasks. They thought they'd discovered the formula for living under the radar, satisfied to have found a routine that worked.

Then the traps appeared. Finch cursed their luck. The jig was up. The bean set up gross glue traps in outer access points, a couple even getting to the paths Finch took. Finch avoided them and laid low for a bit, hoping the lack of activity would convince the bean they'd skipped town. But more traps appeared. Smart ones, too - they almost fell for a couple. Now, Finch knew a thing or two about a thing or two. They made new routes and took extra care when borrowing. They even started mapping paths to the apartments below. Despite their small stature, Finch had a lot of room for determination. After a life of sticking their hand in the fire, they learned to take the heat. If the bean wanted them gone, he'd have to try a lot harder.

Night fell. The bean was gone. He followed routines - ones he scarcely strayed from. It would be hours before his return.

Finch made their way to the kitchen. They pushed up the trapdoor and strolled through the cupboard. They still had to be careful: just because the human wasn't home didn't mean they could throw all caution to the wind. Leaving evidence was a massive negatory. Finch didn't care for stupid rules, but the rules of borrowing were locked in their brain. They were already careless with the bagels, something they couldn't afford again. Desperation wasn't an excuse for sloppy borrowing - not when it exposed them.

Finch observed the boxes and containers around them, reading labels and calculating risk and reward. There was no chance of getting into that cereal box, but the nutrition bars would be a good grab. The box was short and already open. Finch pushed a can of tuna against it and hopped on. They began extracting a bar only to realize they had no way of getting something so large home without a sled.

"No, that'd be too easy." With a huff, Finch dropped it and shoved the can back into place. "'cause food can never be-" plastic crinkled under their foot "-easy?" Finch inspected the blue packaging. It was an open bag of tortilla chips. They grinned.

The scent of corn chips filled the space as Finch unfurled the bag. They dropped their backpack and started breaking the triangular chips into smaller pieces. Salt-free, too? Hell, yes. They tested the backpack's weight, put a bit more inside, then pulled the strings tight. They slung the strap across their chest. Oh, yeah, this would last them a good while. Finch fought with the chip bag, trying to roll the top underneath like it was before.

"Come on. Stupid fuckin'-" They tried to simultaneously lift the heavy bag and pull the other end.

Over the sounds of plastic popping and crackling in their ears, Finch didn't hear a door open and shut.

DOOM.

They did, however…

DOOM.

…feel the approaching footsteps of the human bean.

Finch froze. Blue eyes snapped wide open, their head flinching away from the plastic. It couldn't be...

Finch bolted.

He's supposed to be out why is he back-

DOOM.

They didn't need to know why he was back - just that he was and he was approaching at an alarming rate.

DOOM.

Oh, fuck, that's actually really close-

The doors ripped open. The hinges didn't even get a chance to squeak.

Finch stumbled. Air caught in their throat. For a moment, Finch was rooted to the floor. Just a moment. Long enough to see the human's form towering beyond the counter, covered in some kind of dark red leather. Long enough to see boots more than capable of squishing the life out of them.

Legs like fenceposts bent as the human came unbelievably closer. Closer than Finch had ever been to a bean. A giant face suspended above them, features blank and expressionless. Not once did the bean look at them.

Finch ran. They didn't look back. When they reached the hole in the floor, they plugged it up and kept going. Keep running.

Only when they reached the safety of their shelter did they falter.

"Oh, shit," they gasped, resting their weight on a nearby post. If their heart didn't outright stop, they were sure it might burst from their ribcage. Finch felt that exploding was a reasonable response. "He didn't see me." The scene replayed in their mind, over and over like a glitched tape. "I'm fine. You're fine. He didn't see you. There's no way he saw you. Just breathe."

Delusion, like they said. It was a powerful thing. It pulled many tricks on the mind. Like convincing oneself that they weren't discovered.

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet, one might even say, if they weren't one Matt Murdock. He never got that phrase. Nothing was 'too quiet'. In his - correct - opinion, nothing was quiet enough. There was always something creaking, breathing, or thumping, even in the smallest hours of the night. But on some front he had to agree: there was a suspicious lack of activity from the critter in the floor lately. Reluctant as he was to admit it, he couldn't deny that it wasn't an animal. Animals didn't mutter to themselves, in full sentences, in English. He wasn't mentally, emotionally, or spiritually prepared to assess beyond whatever that meant. In the moments his mind wandered, however - such as now, sitting and listening to a recording for his current case - he found himself pondering the tiny being regardless.

The peace wasn't an accident. Finch had been avoiding that place, giving themself and the air time to settle. They continued work on their residence, slotting together panels of wood and cardboard to form walls. One room would do for now - they just needed protection from the elements and potential scavengers slinking around. Skies above, if a cockroach tried anything, it was next on the menu. Grind up the little fucker into a smoothie. Finch wished a bug would: it'd be miles better than those godforsaken tortilla chips. Finch gave the wood posts they'd just secured a good push, nodding in satisfaction and moving on to the wall. It would be the last one to seal up their box of a house.

Four days. It'd been four days since Finch was nearly discovered; four days since they stared a bean in the face and got away unscathed. Four days since they got an answer to what they'd only suspected: the human couldn't see. That explained the brilliantly bright billboard, the sensitive hearing, the lack of lights - it explained a lot. Finch had to re-evaluate their approach to borrowing. This human would be extra careful about his possessions - the sock was proof enough - and notice what was out of place. In some ways, this both simplified and complicated things.

But borrowers were nothing if not adaptable.

Finch ventured up to a peephole in the wall and looked out. Nothing had changed except the bean now sitting at the dining table, papers and an electronic box neatly laid out on the tabletop. Casually dressed, he was listening to… a podcast? No, too personal. Finch liked podcasts. There was a crime involved, but this sounded like a conversation Finch would overhear more than something designed to entertain. So this bean worked in solving crimes. A detective?

They listened to the dry as hell audio a scant longer before growing bored and moving on. Hey, at least the bean was preoccupied.

Naturally, they found themself puttering toward the kitchen. Wielding two bent nails tied to their belt, Finch climbed up the cupboard door, using hinges and decorative bevels alike to hoist themself up. Those bagels were good. Were there any left? Nothing but corn chips really wore down a person's capacity to give a damn. They perused the counter, confident that the bean was sufficiently distracted by his work. Finch was disappointed to find the bagels sealed in an airtight container. It was their own fault, slicing up the bag so messily. They pulled a face and resumed their search.

A plate of mostly-eaten pasta sat before them. Fuck yes! Finch scuttled to it, pulling out rolls of tinfoil from their bag. Careful to avoid crinkling, they gathered up all the leftover noodles and sauce that would fit.

Finch squirreled away their haul, licking their fingers clean of evidence and ignorant of the man listening to their heist just a few metres away.

Matt stopped paying attention to the tape some time ago.

The sounds of Hell's Kitchen couldn't drown out the little inhabitant in his walls. A scent had blown into the room, vaguely familiar with hints of tortilla chip. He sat straighter and listened, idly shuffling papers and tip-tapping his fingers on the table. He found himself unable to be anything other than impressed as they scaled his counter like a mountain climber. Whatever was left from dinner became his visitor's latest plunder. That was fine; less waste, right?

He was disappointed when they returned to the walls. He wound back the recording to get some work done, but found himself consistently distracted by his small neighbour's goings-on. This discovery was just so unique, so strange - how could he not be curious? He heard them venture out again, across the apartment now. Into his bedroom. What could they be doing?

Oho, if Matt found any more socks missing-

He turned in his seat, about to rise, when he heard:

"You hafta to be shittin' me."

The voice, quiet in size only and bold beyond that, was the mildly annoyed tone of someone who'd been inconvenienced. Matt had heard it before, in the late hush of the night, when no one else would. Muttered curses and remarks that blended into the creaking and groaning of buildings and chatter and sirens of the city. One voice that Matt Murdock had tried very hard not to think too much about.

"When is enough too much, huh?" the voice griped. "Does he think I'm just gonna lay on one? 'Oh, felt silly today, stepped on the massive rug of glue.' How 'bout I drag this onto your floor, see how you feel walkin' in a minefield?" They growled. "UGH. Beans."

Well.

There was no denying it anymore, was there? A tiny person was living in the walls of Matt's apartment.

Matt leaned back, processing. He'd tried ignoring it - for the sake of his mental health and faith - because it was insane. It was impossible. It shouldn't be.

And yet…

Matt wanted - needed - to investigate further.

He got up, quietly, light on his feet. He didn't make it two steps before he heard a swear and the tiny person retreated once more. Into an electrical outlet, by the sounds of it.

Hm. He couldn't sneak up on them - not this time. They heard him- no. Matt quirked his head, considering. They felt him approaching. Like Matt, they could feel vibrations. Vibrations that alerted them of a threat. It only made sense.

Heh, 'threat'. Regular ol' Matt Murdock was the threat this time, not his alter ego. Wasn't that something?

The next time Matt encountered his new neighbour, he was trying - and failing - to fall asleep. There was too much on his mind for sleep. Frustrated, he huffed and flopped over, restless, his thoughts racing. Sounds of the city were extra distracting tonight. He considered getting up and making a cup of tea - maybe that would calm his mind.

Noises from the kitchen drew his scattered focus. He sat up, listening to the scuffing and tapping that he'd come to recognize as his uninvited houseguest. Three visits in one day. Were they always this proactive? Well, he did interrupt their attempted heist of his bedroom. Matt scooted to the edge of the bed. He would make that tea, actually. As he stood, he remembered sneaking didn't work last time. Right. Heavy-footed. However, he had a hunch that this attempt would yield a sneakier result.

Aided by socks, Matt softly padded through his apartment. Tiny - the name he assigned his little visitor - was fiddling with some kind of packaging on the top shelf. And as he got closer, lo and behold, they did not startle. His theory was correct: the further Tiny was from the floor, the weaker their pallesthesia became. Their ability to detect vibrations just wasn’t as sensitive as his own. Once he stepped foot into the kitchen, Matt dropped the Daredevil act and let himself be known. He grabbed a mug and turned on the kettle. Tiny's pulse quickened; their breath hitched. He gave them time to hide before he opened the cupboard for a tea bag. He quickly realized the box wasn't in its usual spot - his own doing, unfortunately.

"Stupid tea bags," he muttered for Tiny's sake; an 'I'm not looking for you, I swear!' assurance as he searched the cabinets. For extra sauce, he added, "Always misplacing them."

Would he forgo tea? He did start the kettle… as much as he got a kick out of playing the part of oblivious blind guy, causing Tiny undue terror wasn't his end goal. He wanted to test them, their cockiness, not scare them. Tiny may be a thief, but they were just trying to survive. Why else was food their number one haul? Matt dedicated his life to helping people in need. Wasn't Tiny part of that demographic? Weren't they someone in need? Unless small people were running drug cartels and trafficking rings, Tiny was innocent.

Doubt and guilt crept in. Maybe he was pushing the bit too far.

Matt was just about to get up and leave when something square and coarse pressed into his fingers.

He faltered, then pinched it, rubbing his thumb over the material. Its strong, earthy scent gave it away.

A tea bag.

Small shoes lightly retreated. Matt withdrew his hand. He held the sachet of dried herbs, cogs turning in his mind. He tilted his head.

Tiny handed him a tea bag. That…

Matt found himself puzzled and oddly touched. It was for their own good, to avoid getting found, but he couldn't not appreciate the nice gesture. He easily smelt where the tea was, of course. But Tiny didn't know that. Huh.

Maybe he was being too harsh about the sock.

The kettle's bubbling pitch rose to a squeal. Wincing, Matt shut it off. He dropped the tea bag into the mug and poured steaming water over it.

What a strange experience. He wondered what Tiny was thinking. Their heartbeat eased into the fluttering pace that he learned was its resting rate. It was the trait that had him most convinced his roommate was a rodent of some sort, though the way they squeaked when startled was a close second.

Matt threw out the tea bag and took the mug to his room, leaving Tiny to their task.

The next day, he casually slipped questions about tiny people into a conversation with Foggy. (It was not casual and quite random, actually.)

"You mean, like… fairies?" Foggy cautiously asked.

Sort of? Matt didn't know whether Tiny could be considered a fairy. They certainly didn't seem like the fairy type, not with the kind of language he heard them utter. Did fairies say 'fuck'? Would that break some kind of fairy law?

Karen told him about a book series that she'd been obsessed with as a kid: it contained many smaller magical beings. Brownies, for instance. Matt settled on definitely not that one. What favours was he receiving? Aside from the tea bag - an isolated incident - absolutely none.

Matt wasn't convinced they were a magical creature. Really, they just… seemed like a normal person, albeit smaller. They hummed to themself, snickered at their own dumb jokes, and swore a hot streak that would impress even Castle and Jones. Matt was pretty damn sure they'd been building a house under his floor, though he noticed all the loud busywork was put on pause when he was home, most notably when he was sleeping. Another nice gesture that was also for their own self-preservation.

Maybe they were a mutant. Or maybe they were mutated, like him.

When Matt got home, he discarded the glue traps. It felt wrong to leave them now that he knew it was a person he'd been trying to catch. Guilty, he started leaving crumbs in easy-to-reach locations. It wouldn’t hurt him any - his grocery budget wasn’t gonna tank because of some scraps. If chips and leftovers were what they were after, then they had free reign over the countertop. That didn’t stop him from being cheeky about it, though - if Tiny was getting confident, he might as well play along.

He found Tiny’s courage something to marvel at. Roaming a giant’s home? Without fear? His vigilante persona was literally named Daredevil and he was impressed.

However, bravery and foolishness were not mutually exclusive. That’s when the cockiness came in.

Matt was minding his business, washing the dishes, when Tiny wandered out. Brows hitching up, he continued sponging the plate. Surely, they wouldn't-

Oh, but they did.

Unwavering, Tiny climbed up the counter they same way as before. They walked up to the pan on the stove and hooked a leg over. Matt fought hard not to chuffle. This was getting out of hand. Matt remembered an adage about not feeding animals or else they'd grow dependent. Had Matt inadvertently done exactly that? Animals that were accustomed to people often didn't see the danger. Tiny was certainly no animal, but the absence of caution they displayed in the moment was, frankly, ridiculous. It was a massive leap from the times they would flee his presence. He was starting to think he'd played too ignorant.

A smirk tugged at his lips upon hearing the leftover eggs being pilfered. When he turned to fetch the pan, Tiny was already hopping to the floor and disappearing behind the fridge.

Stealing right behind his back. When was enough too much, indeed.

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[holaaa4449]

Un gran reencuentro parte 2

Un mes ha pasado desde que Steve vio por última vez a bucky. Le ha estado dejando pedazos de ciruela ya que supone que le gustan mucho y por eso las puso en la trampa aquella vez , Steve está realmente triste por no poder intentar que su amigo lo recuerde a el y a su amistad o por lo menos hablar con el ya que quiere saber qué le pasó desde el incidente en el tren, quiere ver otra vez a su pequeño amigo.

Miente tanto bucky esta teniendo mucho más cuidado que antes, ignora los pedazos de ciruela que el capitán deja para el ya que podrá ser una trampa y solo sale a robar cosas cuando es muy tarde en la noche para evitar altercados con el gigante otra vez

Bucky está muy avergonzada de como se portó esa vez ya que lo hizo ver débil y con miedo lo cual no era bueno el tenía que defenderse si el capitán intentaba algo , su brazo ya está mejor pero todavía le duele cuando lo mueve por lo que usa más su brazo de metal. El también mejoró su base la cual tenía una cama hecha con dos calcetines diferentes y una cocina improvisada la cual era una vela debajo de unas cucharas rotas y claro también el pequeño espacio donde guardaba sus provisiones las cuales necesitaría mas que nunca porque ya se acercaba el invierno

Días después en una noche de invierno bucky salió a tomar más provisiones, eran probablemente las 2 am y todo estaba muy oscuro y silencioso para ser New York haci que tenia que tener mas cuidado aún, subio al mostrador sin problemas y recorrió la zona que por desgracia para el no tenia comida afuera ,haci que tendrá que subir a los cajones de arriba donde el capitán guardaba la comida , tiro su gancho y se columpio hasta llegar arriba abrio el cajon y empezo la búsqueda, mientras estaba revisando un paquete de galletas se tropezó con una pequeña caja y callo hacia atrás derribando una gran caja haciendo mucho ruido

-mierda-

Steve se despertó por el ruido y corrió a la cocina, no sabía que era ese ruido y podía ser un intruso, cuando llegó a la cocina lo que vio fue una caja de cereal en el piso y un plato roto que steve había decidido no lavar

Al principio estaba muy confundido ¿Quién había hecho eso ? Pero un segundo después junto los puntos debía haber sido bucky buscando comida. Steve quiso irse de nuevo a la cama y dejar a bucky en paz el sabia que eso era lo que tenía que hacer pero algo en su interior quería ir a ver si bucky seguía allí y eso fue lo que hizo , recogió el plato roto y lo echó al basurero luego recogió la caja de cereal y la puso de nuevo en su lugar y se quedo observando el cajón en busca de movimientos, cuando ya se había rendido vio por el rabillo de el ojo un pequeño y rápido movimiento lo cual hizo que por instinto intentara agarrarlo pero se arrepentiría de inmediato cuando sintió una puñalada en se dedo

-¡auch!- grito Steve por el repentino ataque y cuando saco su mano del cajón pudo ver a bucky tratando de liberarse de su agarre, lo cual era muy difícil considerando el tamaño que tenía bucky.

-¡SUELTAME!-grito bucky enojado pero Steve también noto algo de miedo en su voz -oye bucky cálmate-

-YA D-DEJAME IR- bucky seguia pateando para poder salir Steve noto que su dedo estaba sangrando debido a la puñalada pero no le dió importancia estaba más concentrado en que bucky no se escapara.-Calmate no te voy a lastimar-dijo Steve tratando de tranquilizar a bucky, pero este lo ignoro y siguió con la lucha -¡SUELTAME! ,po-por favor- bucky no pudo evitar llorar ante la situación el quería verse fuerte pero su miedo lo dominoSteve quedó completamente en shock cuando vio que bucky empezó a llorar y no supo que hacer-h-hey no llores yo lamento si te asusté pero por favor no llores-steve se sentía horrible por hacer que su amigo llorara, bucky siempre lo defendió y apoyo y haci es como le paga?

Bucky estaba muy decepcionado de si mismo por no poder controlar su llanto , se veia debil y vulnerable y le demostraba a el capitán que tenia miedo de el lo cual era muy malo.Bucky estaba tan centrado en sus pensamientos que no se cuanta cuando el capitán lo abrazo contra su pecho -tranquilo buck estás bien, estás a salvo-Bucky se calmo un poco no entendía porque se sentía bien en ese momento no se sentía en peligro lo cual era raro porque no tenía miedo? Bucky dejo de llorar y el capitán dejo de abrazarlo para ponerlo en la palma de sus dos manos

El capitán miro fijamente a bucky con una tierna sonrisa, lo que hizo que bucky sintiera algo de miedo pero también una tranquilidad extraña, su instinto le decía que intentara escapar que se fuera de esa casa y nunca regresara pero algo muy en el fondo le decía que el capitán no era malo y que confiara en el

Steve vio que bucky dejó de llorar y se veía más tranquilo con la situación lo cual lo alegro

-¿Ya estás mejor?- pregunto Steve sin esperar una respuesta

-S-si gracias- Steve se sorprendió de escuchar a bucky hablar sin tantos nervios

-no tienes por qué agradecerme buck- Steve estaba muy feliz de ayudar a bucky a sentirse mejor

Bucky le sonrió amablemente a el capitán

-¿Quieres algo de comida?- Steve sabía que bucky debería tener hambre ya que por eso estaba buscando comida

-Claro- dijo bucky cuidadosamente

Steve dejo a bucky sobre el mostrador y trajo unas ciruelas lo que hizo que el rostro de bucky se iluminará

-jaja veo que te gustan las ciruelas- dijo Steve intentando iniciar una conversación

-si son muy buenas- dijo bucky tímidamente

-jaja voy a tratar de dejarlas más a tu alcance la próxima vez-

Steve dejo los pedazos de ciruela en un plato para que bucky comiera lo cual bucky hizo ,no sin antes mirar durante un rato la comida en busca de alguna trampa.Cuando bucky termino de comer Steve le dio una ciruela a bucky

-ten buck ya casi es invierno y necesitas comida- Steve sabía que bucky se iría lo cual lo ponía triste pero entendía que debería de ser aterrador para el vivir con el y esperaba ganarse su confianza para que pudieran convivir

-si necesitas algo no dudes en decirme buck-

Bucky estaba sorprendido de que el capitán lo dejara ir pero se sentía extrañamente seguro con este hombre que decidió que se quedaría en este apartamento, talvez el capitán america no lo lastimaria como el pensaba

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Está historia no es muy buena pero me alegra hacerla jsjsjs si tienes algunas sugerencia no dudes en decirme :D

[j-triumf]

Basically a very simple summary of why I never got that invested in the MCU and most other Marvel stuff; let Ant-Man stay tiny, dammit! (also give him some wings already, and if someone needs to be giant let it be his female partner instead; the crumbs from some obscure comic issues aren't enough) From a recent Make It Meme session with @dizzydennis

[x-ceptionallysmall]

i have a fic vision where someone uses the line “ready to comply?” on Bucky when forcing him to eat a tiny and it’s eating me up so I just had to share. I imagine Bucky looks at them with the deepest hatred bc he cant do anything about it.

not sure which tiny would work best bc Steve, Sam, or any of the thunderbolts (although mainly Walker tbh) could all work really well

im not sure if this ask was intended to be a prompt or just an idea,,,, either way this idea WILL be getting done because I HAVE HAD THIS ON CONSTANT ROTATION IN MY MIND FOR WEEKS !!!!! i LOVE LOVE LOVE this idea so much im glad someone else shares it!!!

sam could work well....cough..cough.....i would LOVE to do walker though,,, but if bucky ever nommed walker i would want it to be in full consciousness--it's just bucky being an ass to john lmao

i could also see steve ! i'd love some kind of caws thing where steve just begrudgingly accepts it because he knows bucky is too far gone to recognize him,,,

^^ maybe bucky distantly knowing the taste of steve cause of 40s shenanigans :3

another idea i've had with winter soldier noms is, as a form of torture training hydra agents nom t!bucky over and over again for gradually lengthening periods of time to build up immunity to being nommed....poor guy

and hydra would cover it up and be like "what? we're training him! what if....he needs to plant a bomb in someone's stomach?" dsjvhsd

ANYWAY thanks for the ask and i WILL be writing something like this :3

[fandom-gt]

FANDOM: MCU

REQUESTED SUMMARY: ”Speck sized Tony trying to get the attention of a sleeping naked Steve. Then ends up under Steve's morning wood as he turns over.”

CHARACTERS: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers

WARNINGS: Unaware, Entrapment

COMMISSION TYPE: Quick Fill + Tip (thank you!)

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The last time Tony can remember being so exhausted from a trek, it had been under the beating sun in a desert full of sand. Never in a million years would he have expected to feel that same fatigue and that same near-hopelessness in a bedroom – but the sheets that stretch on for miles sag beneath every one of his steps, and every hour or two an entire mile of his progress is erased by the giant shifting casually in his sleep.

FRIDAY, he thinks blearily, hysterically, When I get out of this, remind me to start putting a tranquilizer in Rogers’ nightcap. Super soldier or not, no human should toss and turn this much in their sleep. It’s practically cardio.

The good news? He’s almost halfway to that stupid power-lifting Dorito’s skull. The bad news? Rogers is, once again, disrupting the earth and sending him into absolute chaos by rolling over. Only this time… this time, Tony sees one narrow hip raising high above him like a mountain, like a collapsing building aiming directly for him, and it’s all he can do to stare miserably, lips parted, brown eyes filled with the most bone-deep resignation he’s ever felt.

“Yeah, this may as well happen.”

And yet despite accepting his fate, he still hadn’t quite banked on where exactly he’d end up. Fun fact to the audience at home: did you guys know Captain Boy Scout sleeps naked? Because he didn’t, but he sure does now, because there’s a minivan sized cock pinning him down to a memory-foam mattress that simultaneously cradles his body against harm, and seals him flush against the super-heated, diamond-hard morning wood of America’s Favorite Ass.

The first time it throbs, fat and heavy atop him, he realizes it’s going to be a very, very long night.

[ao3commentoftheday]

Okay, I'm back at it with another attempt to help the people who want to find ship fic for a character and don't really mind who that character is shipped with.

Up til this point, I've been focused on trying to find a way to identify all the fics that ship a particular character. This time around, I want to remove all of the fics that don't ship them while keeping the ones that do have them as a main character in the fic.

This is imperfect, but it's netted much better results!

Go to that character's tag. You can do this by tapping on their tag at the top of a fic, for example. I experimented with a few characters for this, but here's the tag for Darcy Lewis MCU

Once you're on that character's tag, open up the Filters menu by tapping on the button labelled Filters. If you're on a computer, the Filters menu is already on the right-hand side of the screen.

In the Exclude section, tap on the word Categories and tap on the X next to Gen. You can also X out any ship configurations you aren't interested in reading today.

Keep scrolling down towards the bottom of the Filters menu and stop when you reach the Search Within Results box. In that box, type summary: Darcy (or whatever name your fave is most often referred to by). If they have more than one name that people call them, use summary: Darcy OR summary: "other name". If the name is more than one word, put the name in quotation marks to keep those words together in the search.

Press the Search & Filter button and enjoy the results!

This method took the tag results down from over 21K fics to just over 7.5K fics. It included ones that seemed romantic/sexual but used the & indicator when they probably should have used /.

It also includes fics that didn't indicate which category they belong to.

You can narrow your results further by excluding other items. For example, if you're in the mood for smut, you can exclude the G and T rated fics and get your list down to about 3.4K (in this example).

You could also do the opposite if you want something shippy that isn't sex by excluding the M and E fics instead. And don't forget that you can exclude fics that use specific Archive Warnings as well.

[sweetestpieces]

Kate Bishop standing on her tiptoes to kiss a slightly overgrown Cassie Lang.

[amethystarachnid]

⋆˚࿔ MASTERLIST 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

Hello my dear readers, here you’ll find the links to all the works you can find on this profile. Check my bio for request status, but if you have any questions my inbox is always open, I write for both the X-Men and the MCU movies. English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct me if you find some mistakes (but please be kind).

I hope you’ll like my works!

Ivy Rose

make a request following these rules if you want <3

IVY ROSE'S GAMES ᡣ𐭩

click here to read the master list! ->

Steve G. Rogers

Little Star

Matchmaking

Happy Tears

Under the Mistletoe

A Place to Stay - part I

A Place to Stay - part II

Christmas Lights

Marriage

Prom

Anthony 'Tony' E. Stark

Check Tony's Masterlist

James B. “Bucky” Barnes

Promise

Bucky Barnes as a Girl Dad - drabble

Opposites - part I

Opposites - part II

Bet

Operation Restore Christmas Spirit (Bucky x fem!reader x Sam)

New Year Eve with the Kids

Stickers

Best Friends

The Princess and The Soldier (fanfic)

Tournament

Thor Odinson

Baby lightning

Thor Odinson as a Girl Dad - drabble

Lightning on Skates

Choices

Pietro Maximoff

Road Trip

Wanda Maximoff

Love Letter

Loki Laufeyson

Forbidden

Memories

Bound by Duty

Midgardian Feast

Christmas Road Trip

Mr. Grinch - part I

Mr. Grinch - part II

No One Mourn the Wicked

The Royal Lovers - part I

Pretending

Nightmares

Stephen V. Strange

A Sorcerer's Christmas

Sam T. Wilson

Operation Restore Christmas Spirit (Bucky x fem!reader x Sam)

Wisdom

Home

Natasha A. Romanoff

Caroling & Snowball fight (platonic)

Swapped

No Pretending Now

Peter B. Parker

(Not so) Secret Admirer

James Logan Howlett

Mutant Bodyguard - part I

Mutant Bodyguard - part II

Mutant Bodyguard - part III

Apocalyptic Love (Logan x fem!reader x Deadpool)

Sugar & Flour

Wade Wilson (Deadpool)

Apocalyptic Love (Logan x fem!reader x Deadpool)

Operation Make You Not Hate The Universe

Charles Francis Xavier

Decay — The Matter Maelstrom (fanfic)

[bellametre]

Some Ultimate G/T Favourites

I've wanted to do this ever since I saw @gullivertravelstowonderland post the idea. I added a category or two because there's some media I just had to include, but here we go:

Favourite Tiny: Spiller

This shy, wild, golden-hearted dreamboat catalyzed everything for me. I became utterly smitten at the age of nine and went on to watch him in every Borrowers adaptation ever—an obsession that’s still going strong.

Favourite Giant: Optimus Prime

I was so jealous of Shia LaBeouf back in 2007. I don’t even have the toys, but I’ve consumed nearly every comic, show, and movie Optimus Fine appears in. When June Darby in Transformers: Prime says, “And I wore heels and everything”? Same, girl.

Favourite G/T Movie: Ultraman: Rising

If you haven’t seen this movie yet, why are you still here? Go watch it. It’s about a snarky, size-changing superhero who has to look after a baby kaiju. If you need more convincing, just look up a picture of Kenji Sato.

Favourite G/T Show: George Shrinks

Fellow Canadians know this was the show back in the day. Banging intro, unique plot, confident little genius of a protagonist—seriously, this kid made me covet being four inches tall like nobody else. And no, his Zoopercar was not cheating.

Favourite G/T Book: Valiant

Sarah McGuire delivers here: a host of giants, a kick-butt heroine, a villain with a superiority complex, and an attractive lord who gets injured so badly that one of the giants has to “cradle him like an infant” to carry him to safety. Good stuff.

Favourite G/T Manga: Godaigo Daigo

For yet another story about giant heroes protecting cities from monsters, this was a pleasant surprise. Kounosuke showcases all kinds of G/T relationships—coworkers, friends, parents, and romance—and every arc absolutely slaps.

Favourite G/T Webcomic: Piper

The fact that Dr5spectre has been on hiatus for almost two years now is one of the greatest tragedies of our time. But I beg you—check out this comic, especially the AUs. The Goblin of Dornenholtz is so soul-filling it hurts.

Favourite G/T Song: Touchy Feely Fool

It definitely has to be AJR. Not only did I grin like a maniac when I watched the music video, but I like to think the lyrics are about a tiny person who wishes they didn’t have feelings for a giant anymore but simply can’t help themselves.

Favourite G/T Magical World: Roshar *Art by Rocío Sogas

This is probably one that isn’t very well known in the community, but Brandon Sanderson’s Stormlight Archive is full of great G/T moments, particularly between the main character Kaladin and his companion Syl, a shapeshifting spren.

Character I Would Like to Shrink/Grow: Loki (MCU) *Art by keiidakamya

Guys, we were robbed. He’s literally part Frost Giant! Yes, we got a taste of it in What If…?, but imagine how the movies could have gone if this had been a form he took when he gained or lost control of himself. Robbed, I tell you.

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Ahh this was so much fun! I hope some of you feel inspired to try this; I think it would be a great way to find more quality (or not-so-quality) G/T content. There’s so little of it out there, after all.

[booksandabeer]

Crowdsourcing a Fic Rec List: Stucky & Peter Parker

Well, look at that!

Due to the numerous responses to this post, and since things have become a little cluttered there (different reblog threads, some recs are in tags or in comments, etc), I thought it would be a shame if anything got lost. So, I decided to compile a list of all the submitted recs for Stucky fics that also feature Peter Parker. Of course, I couldn't help myself and added a rec of my own. Fics that were mentioned multiple times are only listed once, and, if one was provided, I kept the original commentary. I hope I credited everyone correctly. If I got something wrong or missed anything, please let me know.

Thank you to everyone who shared recs, commented, or reblogged the original post to get more eyes on it. You're all wonderful! 💙

Here we go:

💙 recommended by @thankssaragorn

🕸 taking my time but I don't know where by cosmicocean | 35K, T so much fun, post-TWS Bucky lowkey mentoring Peter in being a hero and then some family and healing stuff, very sweet. 🕸 Steve Rogers Is (Not) A Good Influence by attackofthezee | 4K, T a goofy oneshot where Peter joins Steve on his Bucky-hunt. 🕸 the rattle of their hearts by iron_spider | 59K, T | part 1 of 2 in rattle universe series an IW fix-it where Tony & Steve try to fix things and Peter & Bucky are trapped in the soul stone together, also trying to fix things. Features irondad if that ain't your thing. 🕸 Dear Teacher, With Love by fancyh | 61K, T doesnt ~strictly~ fit the prompt but i love it so much im always gonna rec it. Bucky becomes a HS teacher post-TWS and Peter is in his class they rlly don't interact a ton but I just love this fic i can't help it.

❤ recommended by @sparkagrace

🕸 Steve and Bucky low key adopt Peter Parker by Andthrowmethekey | series in 3 parts | 3.5K, T 🕸 Drive It Like You Stole It: A Bodyswap by AggressiveWhenStartled | 28K, E | part 1 of 2 in The Old Codgers GreatestHits Album series

🤍 recommended by @eternalspine

🕸 longing, rusted, seventeen, daybreak by honeycombclaire | 96K, M | part 1 of 2 in trigger words series Peter being raised by Bucky in Hydra as an assassin but he was Tony’s biological son that had been kidnapped as a toddler. I literally cannot say enough good things about this fic you should all go read it right now. I would inject it in my veins if I could. It genuinely took me several days to be normal again after reading it. There’s even a sequel!

💙 recommended by @arctic-turtle-cassiopeia

🕸 Astronomy in Reverse by pansley | 185K, T

❤ recommended by @maplefiasco

🕸 Make it Till You Fake It by AggressiveWhenStartled | 4K, E another super fun one by [this author]. 🕸 When I Am On Your Shoulders by Lady_Blackwater | 165K, M Steve reconnects with Bucky while going through a divorce from Tony and trying to navigate parenting their teen son Peter. I remember binging this in a day, I couldn't put it down.

🤍 recommended by @funkylittlelurker

🕸 Is this child Venomous? by rWolfWrites | 80K, M | part 1 of 4 in Stucky Shares Custody of Peter Parker series It's angsty as all get out, but it has a happy ending. Basically, it's a HYDRA Peter AU, wherein Peter is an asset right along Bucky. Peter is like, 12 at the youngest, so it's mcu Peter, don't worry. Bucky drops Peter off a Steve's house, designation Steve as Peter's new Handler. You can see why this might be bad. I won't spoil much, but the Maximoff twins also come into play! (Bucky saves them)

💙 recommended by @leihaddock

🕸 The Trials and Tribulations of the Watermelon Werewolf by BlueSimplicity | 67K, E Explicit between Steve and Bucky & Bucky basically lowkey adopts Peter. 🕸 Rainbow Dinosaurs by holla_the_forestfairy | ~1K, G short but sweet queer story

❤ recommended by @fsbc-librarian

🕸 Peter & Bucky Are Pals by DJ_unicornsrgr8 | series in 11 parts | 147K, G-T This series is set in the verse of Owlet's Infinite Coffee and Protection Detail, which is absolutely wonderful. 🕸 Steve Rogers' Dad Face and Other Common Hazards by AggressiveWhenStartled | 4K, T | part 1 of 4 in Workplace Hazards series 🕸 we leave through the fire by justanotherblond | 41K, T | part 1 of 3 in timshel series -> Also, always worth checking out the library for more fics!

🤍 recommended by @booksandabeer

🕸 Praetorian by RecoveringTheSatellites | 28K, M | part 1 of 2 in Amor Manet series Historical AU featuring Bucky as a pagan witch, Steve as a disgraced former Praetorian Guard, and Peter as a young recruit to the Roman army. Maybe a bit of a cheat, since Peter is not central to the story, but in the moments he does appear, he definitely makes an impression, and what we get to see of his mentor-mentee relationship with Steve really resonates. Also, look, this is just a banger of a fic with lots of action and romance that everyone should read.

💙 recommended by @stuckydrewx

🕸 Extra special treat! Drew shared a whole other fic rec list that she made a few months ago. Yay!

Once again, thank you so much to everyone who contributed to this crowdsourced rec list—you're all fantastic!

[themculibrary]

John Walker Masterlist

35 Cheesy Pick-Up Lines That John Walker Tried On Bucky Barnes (ao3) - Wolfy_McWolfFace bucky/john M, 1k

Summary: "You know we never stop tasting our tongues?" Bucky asked out of the blue. "How about I taste yours for a change?" John replied, trying to hide the blush that furiously attacked his cheeks. "You smooth motherfucker." Sam laughed as the pair refused to look at each other.

Blue lights and God's grace (ao3) - machoffinland T, 1k

Summary: To others, Captain America was still Steve Rogers, a perfect hero, a supersoldier who had saved the world several times over. To John Walker, however, Captain America was the worst mistake of his life.

Coming Together For Him (ao3) - BarnesRogersCo G, 1k

Summary: The Thunderbolts team finds a kid on their mission, and Yelena and John are sent out together to get supplies to help.

Communication for Dummies (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john T, 2k

Summary: Bucky is nursing unrequited feelings for his straight best friend John, only to get hit with a tsunami of jealousy when John goes on a date with a man.

Heard you got a friend, what's his head like? (ao3) - Fujoshi_Urameshi bucky/john E, 1k

Summary: Walker attempts to coordinate a mission with Bucky as part of The New Avengers, it doesn't quite work out.

John Walker Has a Heart (ao3) - hyperactiveemo4fvr john/bob T, 2k

Summary: A trauma gathering caused by John in the bathroom at 2 a.m.

John Walker Must Die (ao3) - hyperactiveemo4fvr john/bob T, 1k

Summary: John gets tasked to train Bob in self defending— despite his will. It ends up taking a weird turn.

John Walker: U.S. Agent (ao3) - ShadowPuncher T, 2k

Summary: A couple of years ago, John Walker had it all. He was a celebrated War Hero, the inheritor of the Captain America mantle. He had a wife he was desperately in love with, a best friend he would die for, and a country he believed in more than anything. And then he lost it all. His best friend was killed. He was discharged of duty, his rank as Captain America stripped from him. His wife divorced him and took his child with her. Now all he has left is his job, operating as the U.S. Agent for the defense company OXE and its CEO, Valentina Allegra De Fontaine.

Now, De Fontaine has a new mission for John, one that will put him in the middle of a conspiracy involving political secrets, hidden islands, insidious cabals of supervillains - and yes, androids, aliens, and wizards. Aiding him in this is Jim Hammond, another agent of De Fontaine operating under the codename Torch with super soldier powers and a murky past. Can Hammond be trusted? And will John be able to prevent sinister forces from obtaining Valentina's mysterious asset?

This story takes place in the MCU in late 2026, following John Walker's story leading up to his appearance in Thunderbolts*.

keep your friends close (ao3) - kickflaw, kocuria-arts (kocuria) bucky/john, implied john/lemar E, 16k

Summary: After John Walker takes the serum, all the worst parts about him—his ruthlessness, his violence, his need to be special—are exacerbated. Including his obsession with Captain America and the aching emptiness in the place where his best friend once stood.

John just wants to do the job he was given, dammit. The way he figures, in order to do that, he needs to get what Rogers had. What Sam Wilson stole. Not just the fancy shield, no. That came later. What Steve Rogers had was Bucky Barnes. Best friend, ally, sidekick. Lover. The man at his six and in his bed.

If John can get Bucky Barnes, well. He must be Captain America, not that thief, Wilson.

(The truth is, John Walker wants to be Steve Rogers, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.)

Let me get what I want (Lord knows it would be the first time) (ao3) - kurokencanon bucky/john, steve/bucky N/R, 5k

Summary: Bucky Barnes knows loss too well, the weight of it presses into his every breath. The absence of Steve still shapes his world in ways he can’t escape. John Walker knows something different but just as painful: the hollow ache of never being enough, never filling the space Rogers left behind.

Right Place, Right Time (ao3) - deathbycinnamon bucky/john E, 4k

Summary: Bucky gets drunk at a house-party, and hooks up with his frenemy, John.

The rest, is history.

Say His Name (ao3) - helens78 bucky/john E, 3k

Summary: John Walker just got a new job assignment, and he wants to celebrate by finding someone who wants it really, really rough. He finds someone on a hookup app, and for once, it’s someone who can take everything he can dish out. And it’s not like John cares if the guy’s a combat vet with a prosthetic arm he’s hiding under a leather jacket and gloves.

Slice of Happiness (ao3) - hulkling616 (retenish) yelena/kate, bucky/john G, 1k

Summary: Yelena figures out Bucky and John are dating. She has their backs.

Shovel Talk (ao3) - Megamix07 yelena/kate, ava/john T, 819

Summary: Alexi and Jack decide their pseudo daughter's partners need the talk

Supremacists (S01E04 Continuation) (ao3) - EvilApril T, 8k

Summary: SPOILERS! Post-Episode S01E04 The Whole World Is Watching. Something snaps in John Walker. Bucky and Sam being at the other end of his rage end up on the run. With an injured Bucky, Sam has the task to get them to safety.

tonight is gonna be the loneliest (ao3) - six_demon_bag bucky/john E, 9k

Summary: John and Bucky have reached a cold truce after working together for years, no matter what other feelings John is suppressing. Bucky going into heat unexpectedly throws their connection into a new territory.