Hello! I'm sorry to bother you but there is only one fic under the hipster!steve tag and I was hoping you could round up some more? I know there are more, but I'm having trouble finding them. Thanks!
Yeah theres a ton. most of the ones we have are actually in our Modern Setting + Skinny Steve tag, but not all of them so we didn’t add them to the tag. I’m just gonna stick them here actually and add it.
Steve Rogers runs a small bakery in Brooklyn with his friend Peggy. When his neighbours Natasha and Sam announce that they are getting married, Steve is immediately commissioned to make the wedding cake. He’s more than thrilled, but gets more than he bargained for when asked to co-ordinate with Bucky Barnes - Natasha’s highly attractive and charming wedding planner.
“What happened?” she asks, following the source of the smoke to the kitchen, where all the windows are thrown open. The smoke stubbornly refuses to dissipate, probably suppressed by the humid morning air outside. The guy’s still coughing, and every so often from behind him Bucky can hear the hiss of the inhaler as he fights to breathe.
“I tried to make breakfast is what happened,” he says, between puffs on the inhaler. He’s wearing, of all things, black lounge pants that proclaim him to be a Gryffindor, despite being approximately Bucky’s own age. “Breakfast didn’t cooperate.”
It’s Steve’s second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.
Bucky tried to readjust to civilian life with a little help from his friend Natasha. As he went to work in her flower shop he learned that he’s actually a natural. What he never expected was the gorgeous blonde that came in every week to pick out a bouquet.
Bucky hated how he felt his heart pound every time the guy walked in to the shop. Hated how someone he hardly knew couldplague his dreams at night. He didn’t even know the guys name for crying out loud and besides, it didn’t matter. A man buying flowers on a weekly basis was definitely not single, especially when they looked like he did.
Nevertheless, Bucky always felt himself trying to stall as he helped him out, lingering as he wrapped the flowers. Besides having an artist’s eye for color, the blond was also apparently an expert on the meanings of each flower. Really. The fucking meanings of them. Instead of fiddling with his phone or trying some other way to look busy, he would happily explain the meaning of that week’s bouquet to Bucky as he worked and that voice. Bucky had no idea how a guy so small could have a voice that deep but it sent shivers down his spine.
Yeah, it was too bad there was no way this guy was single.
You knew he’d be probably the youngest teacher you’d have. You were expecting the short stature and the ugly sweater and the friendly smile as he introduced himself. You were not expecting the scuffed up Docs or the full lips or the Frodo fucking blue eyes or the most gorgeous hands you’ve ever seen on a man.
The world is ending in fourteen days. Steve can come to terms with that. He’s twenty four. Was sort of hoping to live a bit longer than that, but what can you do? He’s going to die alone watching nature documentaries. Bit depressing, that. Until a man falls onto the fire escape outside his window and invites himself to stay. Suddenly, Steve’s not facing the apocalypse alone, and they decide to make a pact. For the next fourteen days, the apocalypse doesn’t exist. It’s not happening.
Seeking A Friend For The End Of The World AU. You don’t need to have seen the movie to read this, you could consider it a very,very loose inspiration.
It’s a Rogers family tradition, as his mother loves to remind him: Take your love to Ireland, propose to them in the motherland on the day of the Leap Year, and live happily ever after. His father had done it, his father before him, and his father before him. Steve had been hoping to be the end of the line, but if Tony’s going to string him and their four year relationship along, fine. He’ll tak ematters into his own hands.
He’s getting engaged if it kills him, he’s just got to survive a trip to Dublin in the company of James Barnes first.
Bucky is a disabled veteran having difficulty adjusting to civilian life. Steve is the artist the VA has hired to paint a mural for the clinic. Last time they saw each other, the cops were dragging them away from the only stable home they’d ever known.
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.
Clint has a roommate named Bucky, who Steve has never really met. When Clint and Natasha decide to take the next step in their relationship, Steve is in need of someone to help him pay the rent, and Bucky is in need of a place to stay.
Tiny Hipster Steve, who owns a tattoo shop, and war veteran Bucky find that they share much more than just a living room, and fall in love the way stupid kids usually do.
Steve’s rarely been touched in a way that didn’t equate to some kind of hurt. The cold metal of a stethoscope against his frail chest or the sting of a needle drawing yet another blood sample, when he was a sickly child. The bone-shattering punches thrown by the neighborhood bullies on the playground, or by his own father at home, drunk and wild. His mother, weak and clutching at him as she grew more incoherent with the drugs as the cancer ate away at her insides. Touch was something he shied away from,something he told himself he just didn’t want.
Except…he did. He just didn’t know how.
Until he finds a flyer for a local “affection and intimacy services” program.
In which Steve learns how to become comfortable with touch, and there is one very good dog, and a slow-burn romance.
Bucky notices somebody fall asleep on the bus everyday and makes it his mission to wake them up each time so they don’t miss their stop.
There was a small guy sitting across from Bucky one row down, head resting against the window. He was sound asleep, despite the bus jolting to and fro and looked entirely too happy to be asleep on public transport.
Steve Rogers was content with his life. He loved his shop, loved creating works of art for people to display on their bodies, had a tight knit group of friends who cared about him, and had finally paid off his student loans and the loan he’d taken out to start his business. But it still feels like there’s something, or someone, missing from his life.
Everything’s going to change when he decides to take Natasha’s advice and sign up for a military penpal program.
Bucky Barnes is studying for his masters in Music Composition at Juilliard when he unexpectedly meets skinny little artist SteveRogers in a book store one Saturday. They both have their issues and it’s going to take a lot to understand each other, but with a little help from friends and family, they might be able to make this work.
I keep foam stickers in my backpack to give to people who I think need or deserve one and they’re very colorful and I have an assortment of not only aliens but also dinosaurs and like as silly as it sounds I genuinely want to mail one of those stickers to Dan like I dunno if it would help but he could have a little purple dinosaur or a little green alien to stick on his fridge or whatever and I think that’s always a nice thing
Dan if you’re reading this go buy some foam dinosaur/alien stickers and put them on ur fridge like it’s definitely not gonna solve any of your problems but it’ll look super silly and you’ll feel like a seven year old and it’ll be great I promise trust me on this one I’m a scientist
… And I wanna be really vocal about wanting better for my Bugster fave Graphite, I’m just gonna start calling myself the Graphite Fan Gremlin. I creep into the Ex-Aid tag and complain about how all the other characters get development and atonement arcs except for Graphite. Like how now Parad is getting a ‘second chance,’ but the show is like ‘yeah, fuck Graphite’? Even though the only thing different about them is that Graphite’s host died–but the same goes for Poppy, and Graphite didn’t choose his host; it was just that once he was there, he naturally reacted by fighting to survive. There was none of this talking and understanding back then. He didn’t have a fucking choice, and it never occurred to him to do otherwise, because that’s not his personality. Also, as @bonjourentrez pointed out, Graphite’s the only one of the remaining Bugsters who is legit in the situation Parad talked about near the beginning of the season–a Bugster who spends their life doing nothing but being beaten down and repetitively killed by humans. Humans literally are his enemies. Not to mention he’s got a stubborn pride streak–he’s still hanging on to the score between him and Taiga, and he’s also got whatever Gemedus’ data is doing to him going on. From his point of view, everyone he thought cared about him, that he cared about, has turned on him. So yeah, he’s gonna be angry. He feels betrayed.
I started ranting already. This is gonna be the week where I complain.
And occasionally a fangirl about the other characters as well–but mostly I complain!
for your consideration - kent parson has the same initials as kim possible. coincidence?
spies are my JAM THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING and i wrote like 5 paragraphs and
then i accidentally clicked away and everything got deleted.
i was so
fucking angry but LUCKY FOR YOU GUYS i love spy AUs enough that i am gonna
re-fucking-write it so HERE WE GO please appreciate this i am dying inside i
can’t believe i fucking lost 30+ minutes of writing?????? help
so Kent is Jack’s handler and they’re this amazing unstoppable team until one of their
missions goes terribly, terribly wrong. Jack realizes everything’s fucked
up but their target is too important to give up so—Jack just… takes out his
ear piece. He’s pretty sure he’s not going to make it out of there and he
doesn’t want to make Kent listen to him die.
Kent is back at base completely losing his shit, because this is Jack and
he can’t do anything. He doesn’t even know what’s happening, Jack could
be dead already, all he can do is wait to hear something. It’s horrible—he’s
totally helpless, alone, the static fizzling in his ear because he can’t bear to take
out his ear piece just in case Jack somehow comes back. Kent’s thinking, if only
I’d planned the mission better, if only I’d thought of something, there must have been another way, it’s
all my fault—
Of course, Jack makes it out alive. But someone sees his face and gets away, so Jack’s cover is blown. He gets placed into protective custody after the mission, because it’s too dangerous for him to be in the field right now.