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you are invited
Does anyone want an Ao3 invite? I've got one kicking around that I'm not using.
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avengers fic: back against the wall: part 3 (Clint/Coulson, rated G)
Previously, Phil took Clint's photo
And then he had time to think about it
Now they're finally talking...
"You know, if you really wanted a photo of me you could have just asked."
"You say that now,"
Clint lifts his head from where it was resting on Phil's chest to look him in the eye. "I'm serious."
"I know you are. That's the scary thing."
"So…?" Clint ventures.
"So, what?"
Clint growls low in the back of his throat and resists the urge to smack him. He isn't sure if Phil is being deliberately obtuse or if he really does believe that Clint would not willingly give him anything he asked for.
"If I hadn't found it the photo…"
"Stole it from my wallet," Phil counters testily.
"Found it in a wallet that I was given," Clint reminds him.
"And don't think I won't be having words with Fury about that."
"Would you have ever said anything?" Clint asks again, a little more forcefully this time.
Phil shrugs, a tiny undetermined movement. "Yes, I would have. Eventually."
"But not then?"
"No," Phil agrees. "Not then. It was too soon. And it seemed inappropriate."
"Yeah, 'cause taking a photo of someone is always inappropriate."
"Depends on the photo," Phil points out dryly. "And the motivation for taking it."
"You had feelings," Clint says softly, and it isn't an accusation or anything, just a simple statement of fact.
"I had feelings," Phil whispers and Clint cannot even begin to describe the flood emotion that courses through him whenever Phil opens up to him like this. "But I didn't think I could do anything about it."
"Because you were my handler?"
"I didn't want to compromise you."
Clint shifts a little, resting his cheek on Phil's chest again as he slides his hand down over Phil's shoulder to come to rest on his bicep.
"Phil," he says, giving his arm a squeeze.
"Mmm?"
"That's a lame excuse and you know it."
Phil's chest rumbles beneath Clint's cheek as he chuffs a quiet laugh. "I know that now. Back then I wasn't so sure. I'd never…"
And there's a vague hint of uncertainty in Phil's voice that makes Clint pause. Phil Coulson is never uncertain, about anything. That Clint has somehow made him second guess himself is concerning.
"Phil" Clint says again, quiet and low as he presses a kiss into his chest. And then he waits because Phil will eventually tell him what he needs to know, but only when he's ready to.
"The right time never seemed to present its self," Phil finally says. "I took the photo and then…"
"And then you wouldn't talk about it," Clint says, poking him in the side.
"I wasn't sure if I could talk about it," Phil counters as he swats Clint's hand away. "And then you were sent to Beirut that afternoon and then I was in Malibu when you got back. And then there was Belfast and after that New Mexico and then Stark, again, and then…"
"And then, and then, and then," Clint mutters against Phil's throat before leaning it to suck a bruising kiss against it.
"Oh, god, Clint!" Phil gasps as he tightens his hold on Clint and tugs him up to kiss him properly.
"I refuse to believe that we didn’t get together any sooner due to bad timing," Clint mutters as he starts trailing kisses down Phil's neck and shoulders.
"Timing did have a lot to do with it."
"And the fact that you were too chicken shit to actually come out and say something."
Phil's entire body goes still and Clint whacks himself mentally on the head for being such a dumbass. Because of course only a dumbass says something like that to the one person they cared about above all others when they were naked and in bed together for the very first time.
"Phil, I…" Clint starts, but before he can get any further with his apology he is silenced with a kiss.
"No, you're right," Phil says when they eventually pull apart. "I used the fact that you are – were - my subordinate as an excuse to not do or say anything because when it comes right down to it, apparently I'm not very brave after all."
"You're also kind of stupid if you think any of that really matters," Clint whispers, leaning forward to bracket Phil's face with his hands.
"Not doing yourself any favors, Barton," Phil mutters against his lips before drawing him in for another kiss.
Clint leans into the kiss, giving him self over to it completely and utterly. It still hasn't properly registered with him that he can have this, that Phil Coulson wants him and all his quirks and foibles.
"You're the bravest man I know, Phil Coulson," Clint tells him as he burrows his face into the crook of Phil's neck. "Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise."
Phil's arms tighten around his back, drawing him down and into a beautiful, comforting warmth.
"Not even you?"
Clint shakes his head, feeling the scratch of Phil's stubble against his cheek. "Especially not me."
"Oh. Okay then."
"I'm glad you kept the photo."
Phil kisses his temple, running his fingers through the hair on the back of Clint's head and says, "Yeah, me too."
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avengers fic: back against the wall part 2
Previously, Phil took a photo of Clint.
Phil knows that it’s foolish and more than a little insane. But he spends so much of his life being sensible and on top of things that he figures that no one could fault him for being a little indulgent at times.
And really it was all Barton’s fault, he reasoned. His fault for turning up to their mission briefing in well-worn jeans and a plain white t-shirt and that gray overcoat that Phil knew for a fact to be eminently soft and touchable and that had cost Clint a sizable amount of money from some upmarket menswear store in London. He’d been so proud of his purchase, Phil remembered, so very pleased with himself when he bounced into Phil’s office to show off his coat after he’d returned him from a job well done. And it was only because Phil knew that, until he’d joined SHIELD, Clint had never really had the wherewithal to buy himself nice things that he’d refrained from shooting off some sarcastic comment about sartorial choices and fashion plates.
For some reason that coat combined with the casual jeans and t-shirt and the barest hint of stubble on Clint’s chin had caused something inside Phil’s head to snap and before he could think about it, he was ordering Clint to stand against the wall as he took a photo of him with his phone.
Clint had wanted to know why. Of course he wanted to know why. Who wouldn’t? But Phil couldn’t tell him - couldn’t even begin to think of a plausible excuse as to why he suddenly felt the need to take a photo of Clint wearing that coat and those jeans - and so he just continued in his way with a hurriedly snapped “No.” when Clint asked to see the photo.
That meeting was the most uncomfortable one Phil has ever sat through, what with his phone burning a hole through his jacket pocket combined with the looks Clint was shooting him across the conference room table. Clint’s shoulders had that ‘I’m not letting this go until you explain yourself’ kind of hunch, and Phil knew that even if he did manage to slip away without Barton following him, he’d have about twenty minutes tops before Clint turned up in his office with that look on his face. The one that told Phil that he was being an ass and just admit it goddamn it.
If he could have he would have fallen to his knees and kissed the ground when the meeting ended and Fury said, “Agent Coulson, can you accompany me back to my office to go over a few things.”
The look Clint gave him as they filed out of the conference room told him quite clearly that this was not over and that eventually Phil would have to explain himself.
Two hours later Clint was on a plane to Beirut and they didn’t see each other for a month after that.
They never did have that conversation about the photo. Thankfully Phil never did have to explain how he later printed a copy of it and tucked it inside his wallet, hiding it between his driver’s license and one of his less precious Captain America cards. It was a moment of madness, he reasons, but one he’ll never regret.
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avengers fic: back against the wall part 2
Previously, Phil took a photo of Clint.
Phil knows that it’s foolish and more than a little insane. But he spends so much of his life being sensible and on top of things that he figures that no one could fault him for being a little indulgent at times.
And really it was all Barton’s fault, he reasoned. His fault for turning up to their mission briefing in well-worn jeans and a plain white t-shirt and that gray overcoat that Phil knew for a fact to be eminently soft and touchable and that had cost Clint a sizable amount of money from some upmarket menswear store in London. He’d been so proud of his purchase, Phil remembered, so very pleased with himself when he bounced into Phil’s office to show off his coat after he’d returned him from a job well done. And it was only because Phil knew that, until he’d joined SHIELD, Clint had never really had the wherewithal to buy himself nice things that he’d refrained from shooting off some sarcastic comment about sartorial choices and fashion plates.
For some reason that coat combined with the casual jeans and t-shirt and the barest hint of stubble on Clint’s chin had caused something inside Phil’s head to snap and before he could think about it, he was ordering Clint to stand against the wall as he took a photo of him with his phone.
Clint had wanted to know why. Of course he wanted to know why. Who wouldn’t? But Phil couldn’t tell him - couldn’t even begin to think of a plausible excuse as to why he suddenly felt the need to take a photo of Clint wearing that coat and those jeans - and so he just continued in his way with a hurriedly snapped “No.” when Clint asked to see the photo.
That meeting was the most uncomfortable one Phil has ever sat through, what with his phone burning a hole through his jacket pocket combined with the looks Clint was shooting him across the conference room table. Clint’s shoulders had that ‘I’m not letting this go until you explain yourself’ kind of hunch, and Phil knew that even if he did manage to slip away without Barton following him, he’d have about twenty minutes tops before Clint turned up in his office with that look on his face. The one that told Phil that he was being an ass and just admit it goddamn it.
If he could have he would have fallen to his knees and kissed the ground when the meeting ended and Fury said, “Agent Coulson, can you accompany me back to my office to go over a few things.”
The look Clint gave him as they filed out of the conference room told him quite clearly that this was not over and that eventually Phil would have to explain himself.
Two hours later Clint was on a plane to Beirut and they didn’t see each other for a month after that.
They never did have that conversation about the photo. Thankfully Phil never did have to explain how he later printed a copy of it and tucked it inside his wallet, hiding it between his driver’s license and one of his less precious Captain America cards. It was a moment of madness, he reasons, but one he’ll never regret.
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avengers ficlet: back against the wall: part 1 (clint/coulso, rated G)
"Stand over there," Coulson says, pointing toward the wall.
Clint frowns at him. "What? Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Not until you tell me why."
"Do you always have to argue?"
"I'm not arguing, I just want to know why."
Coulson sighs that put-upon sigh of his. The one he reserves especially for Clint.
"Just do as you're told, Barton. For once in your life."
Clint narrows his eyes at him, but he finally does as he's asked. God knows why. They both know that only Coulson can get away with bossing him around like that and he's still yet to fathom why he invariably obeys. He's still squinting a little when Coulson whips his phone out of his pocket and snaps a photo.
"Jeez, boss, if I'd known I was going to have me picture took I'd have dressed up a little."
Clint steps away from the wall and tries to take a look at it, but as always Coulson is way too fast for him. The phone is safely stowed away inside his jacket pocket and he’s striding down the hall toward the conference room before Clint can even grab a glimpse of it.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" Clint asks, trotting a little to keep up.
Coulson doesn't even break stride. "No."
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avengers ficlet: back against the wall
"Stand over there," Coulson says, pointing toward the wall.
Clint frowns at him. "What? Why?"
"Because I said so."
"Not until you tell me why."
"Do you always have to argue?"
"I'm not arguing, I just want to know why."
Coulson sighs that put-upon sigh of his. The one he reserves especially for Clint.
"Just do as you're told, Barton. For once in your life."
Clint narrows his eyes at him, but he finally does as he's asked. God knows why. They both know that only Coulson can get away with bossing him around like that and he's still yet to fathom why he invariably obeys. He's still squinting a little when Coulson whips his phone out of his pocket and snaps a photo.
"Jeez, boss, if I'd known I was going to have me picture took I'd have dressed up a little."
Clint steps away from the wall and tries to take a look at it, but as always Coulson is way too fast for him. The phone is safely stowed away inside his jacket pocket and he’s striding down the hall toward the conference room before Clint can even grab a glimpse of it.
"Mind telling me what's going on?" Clint asks, trotting a little to keep up.
Coulson doesn't even break stride. "No."
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looking for a sports night fic
Hey, Sports Night peeps, can one of you remember a fic where Casey goes to a photography exhibition and finds a picture of Dan taken by the photographer when they were dating during Dan's college years or some such. It's been playing on my mind the last couple of days and I'd love to read it again.
Thanks!
Thanks!
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looking for a sports night fic
Hey, Sports Night peeps, can one of you remember a fic where Casey goes to a photography exhibition and finds a picture of Dan taken by the photographer when they were dating during Dan's college years or some such. It's been playing on my mind the last couple of days and I'd love to read it again.
Thanks!
Thanks!
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Fic: Under the Greenwood Tree
Under the Greenwood Tree
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov (implied), Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Nick Fury
Warnings: None, as such.
Summary:
"It's been seventy years and five days since…since…"
"Since what?"
"Since I lost Bucky."
Notes: I was rambling around avengerkink on LJ the other day and stumbled across this prompt. It immediately set the plot bunnies a-bouncing and this happened.
( "It's been seventy years, Captain Rogers." )
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov (implied), Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Nick Fury
Warnings: None, as such.
Summary:
"It's been seventy years and five days since…since…"
"Since what?"
"Since I lost Bucky."
Notes: I was rambling around avengerkink on LJ the other day and stumbled across this prompt. It immediately set the plot bunnies a-bouncing and this happened.
Prospect Park really does have a commemorative tree program and people can plant new tress or adopt an older one to honor friends and loved ones. I'm not sure if they actually allow plaques, but it's my story and in this universe they do!
( "It's been seventy years, Captain Rogers." )
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Fic: Under the Greenwood Tree
Under the Greenwood Tree
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov (implied), Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Nick Fury
Warnings: None, as such.
Summary:
"It's been seventy years and five days since…since…"
"Since what?"
"Since I lost Bucky."
Notes: I was rambling around avengerkink on LJ the other day and stumbled across this prompt. It immediately set the plot bunnies a-bouncing and this happened.
( "It's been seventy years, Captain Rogers." )
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov (implied), Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner, Maria Hill, Nick Fury
Warnings: None, as such.
Summary:
"It's been seventy years and five days since…since…"
"Since what?"
"Since I lost Bucky."
Notes: I was rambling around avengerkink on LJ the other day and stumbled across this prompt. It immediately set the plot bunnies a-bouncing and this happened.
Prospect Park really does have a commemorative tree program and people can plant new tress or adopt an older one to honor friends and loved ones. I'm not sure if they actually allow plaques, but it's my story and in this universe they do!
( "It's been seventy years, Captain Rogers." )
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fic: the hours
The Hours
Rating: G
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner
Warnings: None, as such.
Summary: Clint and Natasha look after Bucky and count down the hours while they all wait for Steve to come home.
Notes: A little something written in response to musesfool's prompt at the Avengers Kissing Fest on Dreamwidth. It's mostly Clint & Natasha friendship with background Steve/Bucky and a shade of Clint/Coulson that snuck in when I least expected it. Title is taken from the movie of the same name.
( Natasha was curled up in an armchair and reading a magazine when Clint stuck his head into the living room and said, "How's it going?" )
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fic: the hours
The Hours
Rating: G
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, Tony Stark/Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner
Warnings: None, as such.
Summary: Clint and Natasha look after Bucky and count down the hours while they all wait for Steve to come home.
Notes: A little something written in response to musesfool's prompt at the Avengers Kissing Fest on Dreamwidth. It's mostly Clint & Natasha friendship with background Steve/Bucky and a shade of Clint/Coulson that snuck in when I least expected it. Title is taken from the movie of the same name.
( Natasha was curled up in an armchair and reading a magazine when Clint stuck his head into the living room and said, "How's it going?" )
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fic recs: political animals
Oh lord, Political Animals isn't even due to start screening for another two weeks or so - in fact last I heard they were still filming it, even - but people are already starting to write fic. I guess that's what happens when you have Sebastian Stan playing T.J. Hammond, the musically gifted, gay, substance abusing son of a former US President. Oh the angst! Oh the pretty! Tumblr is currently awash with him kissing boys and encouraging his grandmother to start cocktail hour at noon. How could you not want to write about that?
Firstly there's These Ties That Bind by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
antiquitea, a lovely bit of H/C wherein T.J.'s twin brother, Doug, can always be relied upon to look after him when he needs him most.
And there's even the cia know better than to fuck with me bypostcardmystery, where T.J. proves that if you mess with him, he'll mess with you and do it ten times better than you ever could. This one needs a warning for drug use, language, sexual situations and just about adult theme you can think of. But it's good. Really good!
I haven't even seen it yet and lord knows when it's going to be shown in Australia, but it's already my new favourite show. I'm doomed!
Firstly there's These Ties That Bind by
antiquitea, a lovely bit of H/C wherein T.J.'s twin brother, Doug, can always be relied upon to look after him when he needs him most.And there's even the cia know better than to fuck with me by
postcardmystery, where T.J. proves that if you mess with him, he'll mess with you and do it ten times better than you ever could. This one needs a warning for drug use, language, sexual situations and just about adult theme you can think of. But it's good. Really good!I haven't even seen it yet and lord knows when it's going to be shown in Australia, but it's already my new favourite show. I'm doomed!
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fic recs: political animals
Oh lord, Political Animals isn't even due to start screening for another two weeks or so - in fact last I heard they were still filming it, even - but people are already starting to write fic. I guess that's what happens when you have Sebastian Stan playing T.J. Hammond, the musically gifted, gay, substance abusing son of a former US President. Oh the angst! Oh the pretty! Tumblr is currently awash with him kissing boys and encouraging his grandmother to start cocktail hour at noon. How could you not want to write about that?
Firstly there's These Ties That Bind byantiquitea, a lovely bit of H/C wherein T.J.'s twin brother, Doug, can always be relied upon to look after him when he needs him most.
And there's even the cia know better than to fuck with me bypostcardmystery, where T.J. proves that if you mess with him, he'll mess with you and do it ten times better than you ever could. This one needs a warning for drug use, language, sexual situations and just about adult theme you can think of. But it's good. Really good!
I haven't even seen it yet and lord knows when it's going to be shown in Australia, but it's already my new favourite show. I'm doomed!
Firstly there's These Ties That Bind by
antiquitea, a lovely bit of H/C wherein T.J.'s twin brother, Doug, can always be relied upon to look after him when he needs him most.And there's even the cia know better than to fuck with me by
postcardmystery, where T.J. proves that if you mess with him, he'll mess with you and do it ten times better than you ever could. This one needs a warning for drug use, language, sexual situations and just about adult theme you can think of. But it's good. Really good!I haven't even seen it yet and lord knows when it's going to be shown in Australia, but it's already my new favourite show. I'm doomed!
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curse of the wip
Gah, one of the big problems I'm having since my head-long plunge back into fandom - and into a popular fandom with lots of fic to consume at that - is the curse of the WIP.
You know how it is? Where you start reading something really, really great, however in your haste to get to it you neglected the bit that says 'chapter 9/?' and the last update was over six months ago and after some investigation you discover that the author has either vanished from the interwebs completely or else they've apparently moved on because they've churned out a number of stories in a totally different fandom, thus dashing your hopes hopes that this Really Good Fic that had you awake until three o'clock in the morning will ever be finished. Or worse still, where you're assured by the author's notes that the fic is finished and that they're just polishing up the last couple of chapters before posting them, only for the updates to die off and the story to just linger on a cliffhanger for WEEKS with nothing happening...
It burns, my sweets, it just burns!
And please, don't get me started on the fics that are on everyone's recs lists and are exactly the thing you want to read, only you can't get to them because the author has everything locked down so tight you'd have an easier time stealing the crow jewels!
Gah!
You know how it is? Where you start reading something really, really great, however in your haste to get to it you neglected the bit that says 'chapter 9/?' and the last update was over six months ago and after some investigation you discover that the author has either vanished from the interwebs completely or else they've apparently moved on because they've churned out a number of stories in a totally different fandom, thus dashing your hopes hopes that this Really Good Fic that had you awake until three o'clock in the morning will ever be finished. Or worse still, where you're assured by the author's notes that the fic is finished and that they're just polishing up the last couple of chapters before posting them, only for the updates to die off and the story to just linger on a cliffhanger for WEEKS with nothing happening...
It burns, my sweets, it just burns!
And please, don't get me started on the fics that are on everyone's recs lists and are exactly the thing you want to read, only you can't get to them because the author has everything locked down so tight you'd have an easier time stealing the crow jewels!
Gah!
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curse of the wip
Gah, one of the big problems I'm having since my head-long plunge back into fandom - and into a popular fandom with lots of fic to consume at that - is the curse of the WIP.
You know how it is? Where you start reading something really, really great, however in your haste to get to it you neglected the bit that says 'chapter 9/?' and the last update was over six months ago and after some investigation you discover that the author has either vanished from the interwebs completely or else they've apparently moved on because they've churned out a number of stories in a totally different fandom, thus dashing your hopes hopes that this Really Good Fic that had you awake until three o'clock in the morning will ever be finished. Or worse still, where you're assured by the author's notes that the fic is finished and that they're just polishing up the last couple of chapters before posting them, only for the updates to die off and the story to just linger on a cliffhanger for WEEKS with nothing happening...
It burns, my sweets, it just burns!
And please, don't get me started on the fics that are on everyone's recs lists and are exactly the thing you want to read, only you can't get to them because the author has everything locked down so tight you'd have an easier time stealing the crow jewels!
Gah!
You know how it is? Where you start reading something really, really great, however in your haste to get to it you neglected the bit that says 'chapter 9/?' and the last update was over six months ago and after some investigation you discover that the author has either vanished from the interwebs completely or else they've apparently moved on because they've churned out a number of stories in a totally different fandom, thus dashing your hopes hopes that this Really Good Fic that had you awake until three o'clock in the morning will ever be finished. Or worse still, where you're assured by the author's notes that the fic is finished and that they're just polishing up the last couple of chapters before posting them, only for the updates to die off and the story to just linger on a cliffhanger for WEEKS with nothing happening...
It burns, my sweets, it just burns!
And please, don't get me started on the fics that are on everyone's recs lists and are exactly the thing you want to read, only you can't get to them because the author has everything locked down so tight you'd have an easier time stealing the crow jewels!
Gah!
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fic: in winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candle light, steve/bucky rated PG
In winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candle light
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Warnings: M/M kissing, mild sex scene but nothing very graphic.
Summary: Steve and Bucky spend the day naked and in bed.
Notes: Title taken from the poem Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
( Steve wakes with a start )
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fic: in winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candle light, steve/bucky rated PG
In winter I get up at night and dress by yellow candle light
Rating: PG
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships/Characters: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Warnings: M/M kissing, mild sex scene but nothing very graphic.
Summary: Steve and Bucky spend the day naked and in bed.
Notes: Title taken from the poem Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson
( Steve wakes with a start )
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fic: some assemblage required
Some Assemblage Required
Rating: General Audiences
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor (implied)
Warnings: None as such.
Summary: Steve's had a rough day and Bucky fusses over him. Of course the rest of the team think the time is ripe for a barbeque, and who's to say no to Thor when he's wearing shorts?
Notes: If you think you're seeing double, don't be alarmed. I'm just reposting this because I wasn't very happy with it the first time around. But now the wonderfulcelli has gone over it with a fine tooth comb and it's in much better shape than it was before.
*hugscelli*
This started out life as a bit of fluffy H/C, but somewhere along the line it grew some feels. I blame it all on Bucky. Once again, apologies for the cheesy title. It really was the best fit.
( Some Assemblage Required )
Rating: General Audiences
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor (implied)
Warnings: None as such.
Summary: Steve's had a rough day and Bucky fusses over him. Of course the rest of the team think the time is ripe for a barbeque, and who's to say no to Thor when he's wearing shorts?
Notes: If you think you're seeing double, don't be alarmed. I'm just reposting this because I wasn't very happy with it the first time around. But now the wonderful
celli has gone over it with a fine tooth comb and it's in much better shape than it was before.*hugs
celli*This started out life as a bit of fluffy H/C, but somewhere along the line it grew some feels. I blame it all on Bucky. Once again, apologies for the cheesy title. It really was the best fit.
( Some Assemblage Required )
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fic: some assemblage required
Some Assemblage Required
Rating: General Audiences
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor (implied)
Warnings: None as such.
Summary: Steve's had a rough day and Bucky fusses over him. Of course the rest of the team think the time is ripe for a barbeque, and who's to say no to Thor when he's wearing shorts?
Notes: If you think you're seeing double, don't be alarmed. I'm just reposting this because I wasn't very happy with it the first time around. But now the wonderfulcelli has gone over it with a fine tooth comb and it's in much better shape than it was before.
*hugscelli*
This started out life as a bit of fluffy H/C, but somewhere along the line it grew some feels. I blame it all on Bucky. Once again, apologies for the cheesy title. It really was the best fit.
( Some Assemblage Required )
Rating: General Audiences
Fandoms: Captain America (2011), The Avengers (2012), Marvel (Movies)
Relationships: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Jane Foster/Thor (implied)
Warnings: None as such.
Summary: Steve's had a rough day and Bucky fusses over him. Of course the rest of the team think the time is ripe for a barbeque, and who's to say no to Thor when he's wearing shorts?
Notes: If you think you're seeing double, don't be alarmed. I'm just reposting this because I wasn't very happy with it the first time around. But now the wonderful
celli has gone over it with a fine tooth comb and it's in much better shape than it was before.*hugs
celli*This started out life as a bit of fluffy H/C, but somewhere along the line it grew some feels. I blame it all on Bucky. Once again, apologies for the cheesy title. It really was the best fit.
( Some Assemblage Required )