A prompt fill request from the verra patient @angelicbeing, who asked for an “Emma/Merida friendship with CS and Merintosh”. And it spun out of control, into a college AU, with Emma as an international student at St. Andrews on a golf scholarship. I have no idea if the athletics program info is accurate, but eh…needed it that way for the story. (And yes, I snuck in a line from both ‘Hamilton’ and ‘Parks & Rec’). Title from the long-standing tradition of ‘Raisin Weekend’ at that school.
Almighty.” Merida backed away from the third-floor window, passing her hand
over her eyes. “Of all the….”
looked up from the textbook she’d been furiously highlighting in for the past
hour. “Now what? More half-naked revelers?” she asked, though she was sure
what—or who, rather—the real problem
was. The hooting and yelling had been going on for awhile now, but there was
only one person Merida would bother bitching about if she caught wind of them.
jest any ha’-naked types—tae verra bane of my existence.” Her hand fluttered
towards the window. “I mean, I cannae even tell wha’—I mean, tae be so
self-cennered tae think innocent uni lasses want tae see what ye’ve usually got
tucked aways— “
eyes rounded. “Oooh, I wanna see!” Ignoring Merida’s protests, she darted to
the window to look down upon their fellow St. Andrews’ student (and notorious
partier), Macintosh, just on the grass below with MacGuffin and Dingwall, his
rugby buddies. Though the latter two were trussed up in animal onesies—a bunny
and a bear— the most practical costumes for both the fall weather and drunken
shenanigans, Macintosh hadn’t deigned to do the same. Emma didn’t know if there
was a different term for it in Scotland, but back in the States, what he had on
would have been known as a banana hammock.
And other than a plaid scarf wound about his neck that matched the coloring on
the thong, he wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Painted blue rings marked
the rest of his body, but still left nothing to the imagination. Emma smirked,
and hollered down to him.
young laird!” She signaled him, waving both arms overhead in a wide arc.
ducked down and crawled right next to the sill, giving Emma a hard pinch on the
leg. “Jest what d’ye think yer doing? Dinnae encourage him!”
“Ow! I’m just being friendly—“
looked up, a half-grin plastered on his face, obviously already on his way to
being facedown by the end of the evening. “Aye, if it isna fair Emma. Are ye
and yer flame-haired, demoness flatmate plannin’ on joinin’ the festivities
Steve Rogers’ Dad Face and Other Common Hazards Today, Peter was honest-to-god going to see Captain America himself up close, in person, and not from a rooftop or tiny crevice like a creepy stalker fanboy.
Even better, he was going to watch Steve Rogers make history by soldiering his beleaguered way through the most intensely awkward and honestly ridiculous press conference in the history of ever– jaw thrust out and spine ramrod straight. Trying hard to be polite and respectful in the face of adversity.
While a bunch of assholes with cameras and microphones shouted at him about Iron Man’s adolescent dick.
That’s My Man In 1941, Steve begs Bucky to help him get fighting fit so he can enlist.
In 2015, Steve orders something from the Avengers R&D department that Natasha delivers to him.
A Not-So-Covert Affair Everyone always underestimates Steve Rogers, including the Winter Soldier.
Really, you’d think they know better by now.
A Fucking Written Invitation “Jesus, Steve, I just had to explain to a ninety-something year old ex-killer that it was normal to *have dreams* and *wake up with unusual physical attributes* and, and listen, we have to get him a male GP, a, a man, because when I asked him why he hadn’t just called her to discuss this he looked at me like I’d suggested he slap her in the face.”
lethe “Do it,” he goads. “Do it or come back home with me and let me help you. But you gotta do it now, Buck, because I can’t take another moment of this hell.”
A History of Birds “You look like him,” Bucky says. No prompting, no nothing. He just speaks, like this is a thing he does.
“What?” Steve asks. He didn’t really hear it, too stunned by the fact that words were coming out of Bucky’s mouth to understand their meaning.
“You look like him. So did Pierce.” His voice is soft, gravelly from disuse. “Is that why they picked you?”
Steve’s heart plunges like an elevator with the cables cut. “Buck, it is me.”
The hard line of Bucky’s mouth softens just a little. “Sure,” he says.
young hearts, out our minds Bucky posts a selfie of the two of them in bed to his instagram.
He hashtags it #goodmorningamerica. Sam Wilson and Pepper Potts retweet it to their twitter accounts.
if the heavens ever did speak Ever since he was little Steve felt different, felt wrong. But Bucky’s different too. Together from Brooklyn to battlefield they try to figure themselves out.
He wasn’t sure when he learned what it meant to be queer. But the first time he thought about two boys kissing he knew it was a bad thing to think. He quickly imagined the two boys pushing each other away but that thought made his chest hurt.Later he thinks its almost funny. The bullies knew before he did.
Awakenings Bucky says, “Do you know, after you leave – every time you leave, after the doctors have taken my mask off, I walk around this place and try to find everywhere you’ve been. Was your hand on the toaster? Did you lean against the doorway? Where were you on the couch? I haven’t seen your face in seventy-five years, not really.”
If You’ll Let Me Steve pauses at the door. “Feel better, ok? Let me know if you need anything.” I don’t want to leave, let me crawl in bed behind you, let me hold you until you forget every drug, every doctor -
He turns to leave but Bucky says, “Steve?”
The smile on Bucky’s face isn’t the one he hides behind. It’s wide and genuine and teary and if Steve wasn’t already in love with the guy, he would be now.
Hard to Say “What worked for me was a nice, solid punch in the face. I’m not sure that’ll do much for you, though. Looks like you’ve been through enough already,” Hawkeye said.
The Winter Soldier is overdue for a reboot. His friends disagree.
My Ghosts are Six Feet Under Steve showed up on Becca’s doorstep a month after the invasion in New York, larger than life and trying to hide it.
Children of War How in the years that followed the fall out of S.H.E.I.L.D., Steve came to receive 14 significant surprises and one large family.
Not Your Average Hook Up Bucky Barnes is home from the army on two weeks R&R and going crazy. His friend Natasha suggests that he get laid and convinces Bucky to get the Grindr app. Gorgeous tiny blond artist Steve stands out among the profiles and, as nervous as he is, Bucky goes over to his apartment. But he’s pretty sure that Hook-ups are not meant to be like THIS.
Winter’s Children When their attempts to recreate the super soldier serum failed, Hydra started trying to breed Captain America clones from his genetic samples. Unfortunately, the serum’s effects aren’t passed down genetically, so instead of an army of tiny Captain Americas, they get a bunch of tow-headed, asthmatic, allergic, immuno-compromised little Steves.
And then the Winter Soldier stumbles across Hydra’s failed experiment…
Your 21st-Century Boy Clint had peered at him out of one eye and said, “You know pink’s a girl’s color.”
“Not in my day, bub,” Bucky said, sliding the tube of the grenade launcher up, chambering the shell, and racking it back down as he stared coolly at Clint. “You know who started that pink is feminine shit? Hitler.”
Gilded The Gilded are to be seen, not heard (unless their masters so desire it), polite, submissive, and of course, at all times obedient. Sass is something Steven cherishes greatly in a partner, but he doubts there is a Gilded alive – other than Bucky – who has been allowed to come out of their terrified shell long enough to employ it.
Guns Not Butter It’s 1941. Bucky Barnes lives with his best friend Steve Rogers, and all Bucky wants is to do right by him.
That means he’ll do anything.
Most Of All Five times Bucky dances with Steve.
(In which there are Lindy Hops, waltzes, drunken nights, fake boyfriends, a 21st century gay club, a pair of ridiculously expensive suits, and eventually it all works out.).
season change (but people don’t) “If there’s a girl I’m meant to be mourning, I want to know,” Bucky persists, as though Steve hasn’t had a close brush with asphyxiation right before his eyes. His foot twitches against Steve’s under the table.
“There wasn’t a girl,” Steve coughs. “Why…?”
Bucky’s gaze is sharp and discerning as his eyes flick back and forth between Steve’s.
“There was,” he says, right hand gripping the counter behind him in a white-knuckled grasp. “A girl. A small blonde girl.”
The Daily Rogers College AU. May contain exchange students, a Starbucks addiction, daddy issues, anger issues, closets and how to get out of them, the ever-ominous influence of social networks, various levels of betrayal, awfully poor life choices, but also, ultimately, real chunks of love.
Freefall Steve lets go and falls after Bucky. He’ll do anything to keep Bucky alive at the bottom of the gorge.
Cruising Kids Bucky takes Steve for a drive. It’s the 1960s, the Chevy is a piece of art, and anything could happen.
If these old walls, if these old walls could speak.
What a tale they have to tell, hard headed people raisin’ hell.
A couple in love livin’ week to week.
Rooms full of laughter, if these old walls could speak.
If these old halls, if hallowed halls could talk.
These would have a tale to tell, the sun goin’ down and dinner bells.
And children playin’ at hide and seek.
From floor to rafters, if these old walls could speak.