June 2021



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[MCU Fic Rec]: "Tattoo Your Last Bruise" by ftmsteverogers

TITLE: Tattoo Your Last Bruise
AUTHOR: ftmsteverogers
AUTHOR'S LJ NAME: unknown, author's AO3
FANDOM: Captain America (Movies; MCU)
PAIRING: Steve/Bucky
GENRES: Slash, First Time, Hurt/Comfort, Brainwashing|Identity Amnesia, Recovery
WARNINGS: language, graphic m/m sex*none*
CONTAINS: hurt!Bucky (PTSD), touched-starved!Bucky, domestic *massage, sharing an apartment/bed, kissing, hand jobs, blow jobs, anal fingering, anal sex, top!Steve, dirty talk, flashbacks*
TIME FRAME: Captain America: The First Avenger and post Captain America: The Winter Soldier
WORDS: approx 9,392
SUMMARY: “If you wanted, you could share the bed again,” Steve said, still studiously looking at the wall directly in front of him. “We used to do it all the time, before. It isn’t weird. Not for me, anyway.”

Whatever Bucky had been expecting, that hadn’t been it. “Oh,” he said.

“I’m gonna go brush my teeth,” Steve said, and disappeared down the hallway.
(Given by the author.)
NOTES: Bucky's POV

Bucky took his turn in the bathroom and stared at his face in the mirror when he was through washing it, watching drops of water run down his cheeks and wishing, absently, that his reflection would stop surprising him.  He didn’t know what he expected to see instead of himself, but it wasn’t this.  Not this face.  Not these haunted eyes.

He heard a quiet thud and a low mutter of Steve swearing somewhere in the next room, and that broke that train of thought quickly, made him grin as he dried his face with a towel and left the bathroom to join him.

Steve was pulling his shirt on over his head, sitting in the middle of his bed when Bucky hung back in the doorway, watching him.

“Uh, hey,” Steve said, quickly fixing his shirt with hands that fumbled a little.  “Listen, about earlier — ”

“You still hog the covers, you know that?” Bucky interrupted.

Steve’s smile was slow, but it was real and honest when it finally touched his eyes.  “I wasn’t gonna mention your icicle feet,” he said.  “But if we’re airing grievances…”

“Grievances?  You’ve got grievances?”  Bucky walked inside to perch on the edge of Steve’s bed, trying to ignore the twinge in his stomach when Steve immediately scooted over a couple inches to give him space.  “I’ll give you grievances, Rogers — your singing in the shower.  Now that is a travesty.”

“You use all the shampoo,” Steve said, affronted.

“You won’t let me adopt fifteen cats.”

“Do you ever stop eating?”

“You spoiled the ending of Star Wars for me.”

“You still call me short stuff and you still mean it.

“Okay, okay, you got me there,” Bucky laughed, and scuffed a hand through his hair.  “But someone’s gotta keep you humble.”

“And you’re just the man for the job, huh?” Steve rolled his eyes, but he was grinning, and Bucky thought some of it looked like relief.

“Well.  I mean.”  Bucky rubbed a hand over the back of his neck, shrugging a shoulder.  “It’s worked pretty well for the past hundred years or so.  If it ain’t broke, and all that.”

Steve’s smile turned a bit sad at that point, so Bucky ducked his head, uncomfortable with the expression and the way he knew it was probably mirrored on his own face.

“Wanna go to bed?” Steve asked after a long moment, soft voice feeling strangely large in the small room.

“Yeah,” Bucky said.

“Okay,” Steve said.

Steve took the right side of the bed, which left Bucky with his back to the wall, as he preferred.  He hadn’t even had to say anything.  Steve had just known.

This fic is sweet and lovely. It will give you a wonderful warm and fuzzy feeling. Bucky and Steve are living together after the events of CATWS, and Bucky is seriously touched-starved. So Steve offers him to revive an old habit: sharing a bed.

I love the characterization. It's a beautifully written little fic with some funny moments and one, that will make you all hot and bothered. :D Go read, it's absolutely worth your time.

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