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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

"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!

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

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.

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."


"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: Metal Arm (bang)

Week 13- A story that takes place entirely inside a vehicle. mcuflashmeme

I really don't know what this is! I don't know what came over me to write it or post it, but here it is. NSFW, kind of. Characters Bucky, Steve & Sam. Steve/Bucky. Pov Bucky. Sexting. Dick pic. Sexual tension. Humor. Public sexual content, kind of. On the subway. This came to me because of the Russell Wilson and Macklemore commerical. I plead insanity.
Notes at end.


Bucky Barnes was a little shit. Just ask him, he'd tell you.

Steve: You did not just take that!!

Bucky could see the top of Steve's ears turning red even from here. He stifled a snicker, but he couldn't help the smile.

Total texting abuse by super soldiers

Title: Who's that bad man getting his smoothie on

Bucky Barnes was a little shit. Just ask him, he'd tell you. Riding the L line to Manhattan, he settled in for the ride. Putting on his Bose headphones and listening to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis' 'Downtown', he got down to business in texting a certain good-looking blond with a baseball cap that was sitting with Sam Wilson two rows away. This good-looking man wasn't sitting with Bucky because, well as he said he was a shit, and it was more interesting this way. And that certain someone knew the plan, or he hoped.

Me: Who's that bad man in the tight tshirt?

Steve: Bucky?

Me: no you, punk, now say it

Steve: Steve

Me: right

Me: now, whose dick is this?

Steve: You did not just take that!!

Bucky could see the top of Steve's ears turning red even from here. He stifled a snicker, but he couldn't help the smile.

Me: No

Me: I don't want to get arrested for whipping it out on public trans, I had it on file

Steve: You what?

Me: Just for you sweetheart

Steve: I'd hope so! Jesus Christ! Buck!

Me: you didnt answer the question

Steve: I don't remember.

Me: Sure you do, whose is it?

Steve: Yours

Me: Steve, play along

Steve: oh…

Steve: Bucky's

Me: Right

Me: And who's gonna see it later?

Steve: Barnes!!! You do NOT send dick pics to captain america when he's incognito!

Me: So how about when he's doing a press tour?

Steve: Not cool bro

Steve: And you know Macklemore sounds like a dying cow, I can hear him from here

Steve: I thought you had better taste than that?

Me: stfu Wilson and give Steve back his phone

Bucky slumped down, drawing up his knees so his feet were on the seat. He frowned down at his phone.

Me: You're no fun

Steve: Thanks, that's what I am, the no fun zone

His head lulled back to look out the window, the endless grey stone and steel, the lyrics chanting in his ears.

With a balance that could keep us safe

Bucky peered down at the new message.

Steve: For what it's worth, I want to see it ASAP when we get off.

Bucky heart skipped an unsteady beat. Steve. The little punk. He wanted to kiss him stupid right now for being him and saying that. His lips twitched up into a smile as he replied.

Me: you want me to start now?

Steve: Yes, please.

Bucky bit at his lower lip. That 'please' got to Bucky every time. He'd do anything for that stupid punk when he added on that 'please'.

Me: How do you want me to start?

Steve: Your left hand, please?

The little kinky fucker. Bucky huffed out a laugh. Raising up his gloved, metal hand, he wiggled the fingers at Steve. He knew Steve could see him out of the corner of his eye. Bucky could see his shoulders moving closer to his ears as he hunched over.

Me: Sure thing, babydoll

And he gave a light caress to his already semi-hard dick through his jeans.

Me: dont want to go off here

Steve: Why not?

Bucky chuckled as he stealthly stroked his erection so the other passengers wouldn't know what was going on. But then he was getting turned on doing it here with Steve just seats away. His pulse was speeding up as his dick started to press more into the teeth of his zipper.

Me: dont want you to miss the show

Steve: I won't miss it.

Me: fuck

Me: steve as soon as we get there

Steve: No here, please. :)

Bucky looked up at Steve and he could see that his head was turned slightly his way. His sunglasses obscuring his eyes, but he knew he was looking at him. Bucky didn't blush often, in fact, he wondered if he could at all anymore, but right now he felt a heat rising up his neck and his face getting hot. His hand paused on his crotch.

Me: srly?

Steve: You crazy ass white boys are going to be the death of me!!

Steve: And Macklemore still sucks!

Steve got the phone away from Wilson, by just putting his palm out. He could see Wilson shaking his head, and he bet he was rolling his eyes too.

Steve: Later, please. I want to taste you.

Steve's text came out like a plead, and it just made Bucky harder. Now Bucky was just gently moving his fingers over the solid swell of his dick to ease the pain, so he wouldn't go off like a rocket in his jeans.

Me: bathroom at micky ds, ditch wilson

Steve: I'm on it.

Bucky couldn't get off the subway fast enough. The buildings and concrete tunnel out the windows, a generic blur, as all he could think of was Steve. And Steve's pretty lips on his cock. However, he knew the McDonald's was at the end of the line, but it damn well was going to be worth it.


Commerical that inspired fic (want to do something longer with this, but will see) Music Deserves Bose featuring Russell Wilson and Macklemore https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1He5-czKE90

(Just want people to know I'm not a Macklemore hater, Bucky likes him)

Song Bucky is listening to: Downtown by Macklemore & Ryan Lewis (the lyrics are printed abit wrong in the video) https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GqOeyfcOp9o


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