Summary: Model!Bucky AU with Photographer!Reader. This is your meeting with Bucky, and how your friendship developed into something more.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader (main); Steve x Reader (side)
Word Count: 4,658
A/N: This is a re-write of Dean fic series I never finished. Here’s hoping that I will have motivation to finish this storyline with Buckaroo. Hope you all enjoy! Also, I don’t claim to know how the photography/fashion world works, I’m just… Sorry if there are mistakes.
“Alright, children, enough
chattering!” A large woman with bushy blonde hair and overdone makeup stared
down at her sixth-grade Earth and Space science class. She was frowning and it
was only the first day of classes. She was already feeling the headache that
was sure to make itself known by the end of the week. “Settle down!” she
At her shrill voice, silence
overcame the room and everyone found empty seats to call their own. She gave
them all a wide, forced smile in gratitude. “Welcome to Earth and Space
Science! I am Mrs. Paulson and I will not
tolerate any unruly conduct in my class. You will be wise to be on your best behavior
while you’re in my class. If you aren’t, a detention slip with your name on it
will be waiting for you by the end of class. Do I make myself clear?”
A drone of agreements reached her
ears and she gave a grin of satisfaction. Some kids thought her wolf-like. She
clapped her hands once before picking up a stack of papers, licking her
forefinger to separate the sheets. Oblivious to the grimaces of her students as
she handed them their syllabus, her voice thundered through the room. “Learn it,
live it, love it. I will always abide by the schedule you find there and
everything that will be required of you is written on that very sheet. Is that
understood? There are no excuses!”
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
Hey, so I’m back with more fics. Honestly I haven’t read that many fics lately, kinda distracted by trying to write my own, here’s to hoping it goes well, right? But the fandom deserves something nice in the light of all the troll fics that were posted. I was wondering if I should update my old rec list? Or should I combine this one and the other one into one massive list? What do you guys think? Anyway, same formula, titles are links and bolded, italics are my commentary. Happy reading!
Shiro’s gone and all he has left of him are a shitty couch and a few pictures on his phone and dog tags that he’s afraid to touch because touching them feels like accepting the fact that Shiro will never touch them again. If he holds them for long enough any traces of Shiro’s touch will be wiped away and replaced, like they were never there to begin with, like Shiro was never there to begin with.
(All right, this is just a fan rewrite that came from some general discontent with how Fates was handled. I’ll have gone through a couple drafts of this before I’ll be satisfied enough with how it turned out to post it. If you guys like this, show your support and I’ll post chapter summaries for each route sometime in the future! Thanks for reading!)