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My story for the stucky-bb. This is the longest fanfic I have ever completed so very happy about that! A coffee shop au because you know you want it! I'm pretty happy how it turned out. It could have been longer, but was running out of time (and now my ideas will most likely lead to another fic for this au). I had so many ideas with this. I couldn't use some scenes I wrote (because they didn't quite fit). I wrote about 5 different endings. But you never know how it will be exactly when writing until you get towards the end (because Steve was being a little pain in the ass...lol). I ended up mixing some elements from the different endings to get the one I got. Ugh. But really, I'm satisfied with the ending I wrote. I really need to have a beta next time I write a longer fic though, but this time it wasn't possible because I didn't have a full draft of the story ready to beta read until a day before the posting due date. I can't say: here it is; read it and give it to me in a day, because I am posting it? I am hopeless! Anyhow, enjoy this sweet and fluffy fic!


Caffè Americano (12092 words) by themirrordarkly
Chapters: 6/6
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Sharon Carter (Marvel), Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff, James Rhodes, Background & Cameo Characters
Additional Tags: Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Coffee Shops, Coffee, Starbucks, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Barista Steve, War Veteran Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Physical Disability, Service Dogs, Light Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Misunderstandings, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Comfort, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Skinny Steve, Awkward Flirting, Smoking, Alcohol, Cuddling & Snuggling, Steve has a plan, Panic Attacks, Beefy Bucky, Stucky Big Bang 2016, POV Steve Rogers
Summary:

"To inspire and nurture the human spirit–one person, one cup and one neighborhood at a time." The Starbucks mission statement.


***
For the past few days, barista Steve Rogers was having fantasies about a hot new customer that ordered a Caffè Americano each time. But didn't know how to approach him, because basically Steve had no game. That and Steve looked like he was still in high school. But that wasn't going to stop him, he had a plan. A dumb plan, but it was a plan.


Disabled war vet, Bucky Barnes fresh out of the VA was just settling down into a routine. He and Sonya, his service dog, have come to an understanding, his therapy was going okay and he was trying to mix with public. He didn't understand why the cute barista was giving him side long glances. Maybe it was the missing arm, it put people off.


What happens when Steve sets his plan in motion surprises them both!

Tattoo You

May. 1st, 2016 08:24 pm
starmaki: Star (star)
This is just an intro. This was for week 12 for mcuflashmeme: a story about a contest or competition.

I ran out of time to get it in.(that was a busy, busy week). :( I wanted to put it up anyway because it was cute, sudden idea I had. This prompt was kind of hard for me to think of something short. This was one of two ideas I finally had.

Okay, the idea is competition. No warnings. AU tattoo shop. Steve Rogers (skinny Steve), Clint Barton and mention of Bucky at this time. (This will be turning into a longer Steve/Bucky fic as it goes.)



"Tattoo You"


Steve was a good person so he didn't deserve this. He was in the middle of inking a large piece of Batman and Superman duking it out across someone's back; it was loud, splashy, and 'poster comic book color' bright. That was when he found out.

"Another tattoo shop opened up across the street," Clint said as he came into the room.

Steve's hand almost slipped. "Don't interrupt me, Barton, when I'm working. That's rule number one."

Which Clint was always forgetting. Clint did piercings at the 'Captain's Custom Tattoo' shop which Steve was the owner. He just gave Clint 'the look' and he left him alone to work. After the client left with a printed list of aftercare advice and small bottles of lotion and anti-bacterial soap, he found Clint in the back drinking Mountain Dew and eating a Snickers. Steve got a sugar rush just watching him.

"It's called Bucky's Red Star Tattoo," Clint said between bites of his candy bar.

"What the fuck name is that?" Steve said, scowling. "I think they just called it that just to be higher on the listings." He wasn't going to admit the name caught his attention or anything.

Clint shrugged. "Could be. I checked out the work, not bad. Not you, of course, but different."

"You checked out the competition?" Steve's eyebrows raised. He wanted to pace, instead he opened the mini refrigerator and took out his own water.

"Yeah, and you should too."

"I don't have to do that," Steve said as he screwed off the cap to his water bottle, trying to be unaffected; it wasn't working.

It took Steve three whole days before he worked up his righteous anger enough to do just that.

In Bloom

Apr. 17th, 2016 10:26 pm
starmaki: Winter Soldier 2 (what)
In Bloom (1015 words) by themirrordarkly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson
Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers
Additional Tags: Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Pre-Captain America: Civil War, POV Sam Wilson, Sam Wilson is a Gift, Sam Wilson Is a Good Bro, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Depression, Fluff, Some Humor, Spring, Festivals, Slice of Life, Steve Rogers Needs a Hug, Memories, Reminiscing, Light Angst, Flash Fic, Community: mcuflashmeme
Series: Part 6 of New Beginnings
Summary:

The pink explosions of color so different to the fiery ones two years ago at this very place. Soft petals gently rained down, not burning soot and twisted metal.

"He pulled me out, you know." Steve said, without looking at Sam.

Sam pulled up and walked over to Steve. "Of course, he did."

***
Sam finds Steve reminiscing about what happened two years ago.




Uploaded fic to ao3.
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In Bloom

Apr. 16th, 2016 05:43 pm
starmaki: Barnes (barnes)
Week 15: A story set at a concert or festival.

Story with Sam and Steve. Sam pov, G rated, after catws but before cacw. Setting Washington D.C. during the cherry blossom festival. This is my first attempt at writing from Sam's pov. I like Sam lots, but he is difficult to write for me so I thought I'd challenge myself. I think I found his voice here. ^_^

***
In Bloom

It was the beginning of April and Sam was diverting from his normal jogging run. The cherry blossoms trees on both sides of the path were in full bloom. Pink delicate puffs telling him spring was here. A chill still settled in the early morning air, but he took care of that by working up a sweat. His steady pounding feet took him down the path heading for East Potomac Park. He knew who he would find there. Steve.

Steve was sitting under one of the many cherry blossom trees, peering out over the pallid water. The pink explosions of color so different to the fiery ones two years ago at this very place. Soft petals gently rained down, not burning soot and twisted metal.

"He pulled me out, you know." Steve said, without looking at Sam. His eyes fixating on what was in front of him or maybe what he was remembering.

Sam pulled up and walked over to Steve. "Of course, he did."

"You believe me?" Steve looked up at Sam, an eyebrow raised. He was so ready to defend what he believed, but Sam side-stepped the question by agreeing.

"It really isn't a matter of believing or not, " Sam said, as he stopped at Steve's right side. He was a little of breath, placing both hands on his hips, nodding toward the shoreline. "There were boot prints near you coming out of the water. They took off that way." Sam pointed near the treeline at the path the rescuer took. "Disappeared once off the soft soil into the trees."

"You were there." Steve squinted up at him, shading his hand to his eyes to block the morning's bright sun. It had all the making of being a perfect spring day including the sun and near cloudless sky.

"Who do you think gave you medical attention? I couldn't let all that PJ training go to waste. The government spent good money on it." Sam never thought he needed to tell him, it just was, what it was. He didn't feel the need go into something that was so automatic, his training, like breathing. It was just something he use to do, in the past.

"Thanks." He was staring at Sam, dropping his hand down to his knee, drawing it up.

"For what?" Sam grinned, as he squatted down to be more eye level with Steve.

Steve didn't answer for a moment, before he broke eye contact and shrugged. "Don't know."

"Yeah, you do." Sam called him on it, his smile disappearing as he added. "You'll find him, you know."

"I don't think he wants to be found." Steve said, lips turning down as his eyes looked downward at his sneakers.

"Maybe, maybe that's true, but we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Steve turned his head, nodding out at the Potomac. "It's all so different now. It's like the helicarriers didn't fall right out there, two years ago."

"Mother nature is funny like that." Sam broke out in a grin. He looked around at the flowering trees showing off like damn peacocks. All proud and bold, daring the cold winter of the past to keep at bay. "I have an idea."

"What?"

"Are you up to a challenge?" Sam cocked an eyebrow at Steve.

"What type?" And Sam could see a subtle change in Steve's posture, shoulders squaring. The sparkle in his eyes, the determine set of his jaw.

"You'll see. Come on." Sam stood up, offering his hand to Steve to help him up even though he didn't need it, but the simple act of offering was enough. Steve clasped his hand.

***

"Kites?" Steve was looking at the table filled with kite building supplies. A rainbow of colored paper and plastic, tape, glue, string and thin wooden strips were spread out like a crazy banquet. Kids at the far end were busy making their own masterpieces of sticks and plastic.

The annual 'Blossom Kite Festival' was taking place at the grounds around the Washington Monument. The second reason Sam changed his jogging route this morning; Steve was the first. He knew Steve might be going back to visit the Potomac because it was coming up on that anniversary.

Steve pulled his baseball cap down, adjusting his glasses, hunching his shoulders a bit to look smaller. Sam inwardly rolled his eyes. Steve just wasn't going to hide that tall, muscular frame.

"Sure." Sam gave an easy shrug as he picked up a sheet of bright red plastic. "Or do you think I'll show you up?"

"Oh no, you don't," Steve said, grabbing up a sheet of blue plastic.

"I don't know. I'm a pretty mean kite maker since I was ten." Sam said, gloating a little. He glance over at Steve rising both eyebrows in a silent dare.

"Five." Steve smirked. "I was five when I made my first kite."

"Okay, so you think you can beat me?" Sam pointed to himself. "Or are your skills still at five year old level?"

"I know I can." Steve stood tall before reaching for a ball of string.

"You keep talking, but I see no action." Sam palmed some tape. They both faced each other as if getting ready for battle.

"Just you wait." And the challenge was on.

***

The finished kites sailed into the cloudless sky with all the other dozens of flying bright and cheerful pieces of plastic and paper. The red, blue, white, yellow, orange, all mixing, darting, soaring like swooping birds in the blue, blue sky.

"Told you, I'd beat you." Steve's arced his blue kite, with the trailing white tail, in a loop.

"Excuse me?" Sam glared at him in amused annoyance.

"It was fair. The kids voted which one they liked better."

"So that's how it is?" Sam shook his head hiding a smile. He dipped his red kite with the orange tail and let the string ride out so it would go higher.

"Yep." Steve was all cocky grins as their kites did battle in the sky.

Sam just smiled.
starmaki: Winter Soldier (bucky)
Eggnog Dreams (2482 words) by themirrordarkly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes
Additional Tags: Christmas, Christmas Presents, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic, Domestic Fluff, Flirting, Unresolved Sexual Tension, sexual innuendo, Kissing, Touching, Hugs, Protective Steve Rogers, POV Steve Rogers, Post-Serum Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Stucky Secret Santa 2015, Drinking, Alcohol, Developing Relationship, Maybe a tiny bit of angst, Some Humor
Summary:

Separating eggs was a delicate matter. Steve was on egg six and quite proud of himself. He sucked on his lower lip in deep concentration.
“Whacha doin’?"
And Steve crushed the eggshell in his hand, the sticky contents dripping down his fingers.
***
It's Christmas time and Steve is trying to make it extra special for Bucky. That is if Bucky can stop with all the flirting!

starmaki: Winter Soldier 2 (winter soldier)
Christmas Slumbers (4274 words) by themirrordarkly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Original Character, Friday (Marvel)
Additional Tags: Christmas Eve, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Light Angst, Shameless Kid Fic, Kid Fic, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Bucky Barnes Remembers, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Bisexual Tony Stark, Cute, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Awkward Flirting, First Dates, Parent Tony Stark, Protective Bucky Barnes, Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier, Not Canon Compliant, Winteriron Holiday Exchange, single parent, Humor, Attempt at Humor, Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie), Flirting
Summary:

“You have a license for that?” Tony gestured to Barnes and the cycle, because clearly Tony had lost his mind. Because Barnes clad in leather on a motorcycle had to be against the law somewhere.
“Very funny, Stark, just get on,” he said, kicking the kick stand up and starting the engine.
***
It's Christmas eve. Tony gets mugged and needs a nanny. Bucky has a hidden talent and is relearning the art of flirting. And drinking coffee can be very sexy!

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