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Fake News RPF: Sweet Respite for a Weary Mind / One of Those Things / Anytime At All
Sweet Respite for a Weary Mind by ntjnke [Jon/Stephen]
Back to my favorite theme ever: Coping Methods

"Do you ever wonder what we'll do when we get old?"

Sleepily, Stephen turned on his side and watched Jon fold his hands behind his head, looking up from his pillow to the ceiling of their bedroom.

"What, baby?"

One of Those Things by shoebox_addict [Jon/Stephen]

My heart sank as I realized what he was saying. "You mean, you wouldn't even try? I mean, you wouldn't even want to..."

"It's not a question of wanting to try, Jon," he said. "I love my wife very much. And I know you said you love Tracey too. But I don't feel like I need anything else. I...I'm not gay."

Immediately, I wished I hadn't said anything. I took a chance and now I was just getting shot down. I should have kept my stupid mouth shut. I stared at him, not knowing where to begin. My thoughts were all jammed with fervent wishes that the tide come and take me with it.

"That's...fine," I said eventually, even though it was obviously anything but. My eyes were welling up--I wanted to hit myself.

Anytime At All by shoebox_addict [Jon/Stephen]
A rather belated Valentine's Day fic that follows Jon and Stephen through a year's time as Jon quests to show Stephen their love is not bound by commercialized holidays.

"Oh, Stephen." I turned my head and kissed his temple softly. "Well, I think I have something that'll cheer you up."

"Oh?" he said, lifting his head from my shoulder. He furrowed his brow and sniffed the air thoughtfully. "Um...are you cooking something?"

"Yeah," I said. "I made you a chicken stir-fry with some rice."

Stephen stared at me in amazed gratitude. "Um...what?"

"I cooked you some dinner," I said, smiling at him.

I swear his eyes teared up when I said this. "I don't even care that it's almost midnight," he said.

DC: Unneeded / Interview with a Batman / The Runaway Groom
Unneeded by mithen [Bruce/Clark]
An overheard conversation leads Superman to reflect on need and on love.

Clark feels the raw edges of his soul easing in the hush, feels the tense muscles of his shoulders relaxing. Beyond the book, to his alien perception, Bruce's aura is as smooth and compact as a polished gem, a black opal with a banked fire deep within. Self-contained, complete unto itself, it glows without burning, without reaching, without demanding.

When he finishes his story, Clark rises and goes to stand behind Bruce, dropping a kiss on the bare nape of his neck. Anyone else would say Bruce ignored the touch entirely; Clark can feel beneath his lips the way Bruce shifts back into the touch like a cat, a movement too small for the naked eye. The tiny noise in the back of Bruce's throat, drowned out for most by even the muffled wind, is like a shout of exultation to him.

Interview with a Batman by mithen [Bruce/Clark]
Batman offers Clark Kent a deal--an interview with him, in exchange for information about Superman.

This time Bruce couldn't help it, he did laugh. The image of Kent's face, flushed with righteous rage on behalf of Superman, was too delicious. "As it so happens, I'd be quite the hypocrite if I tried to blackmail him for that."

He probably shouldn't have said anything--he regretted his words a moment later--but the bewilderment on Kent's face more than made up for any chagrin. Kent sank back down into his chair, frowning. For a long moment, neither of them said anything. Then Kent looked up at him with an unexpected twinkle in his eye. "Are you thinking about dating Superman?"

Batman sputtered. "He's--not my type," he finally said.

The Runaway Groom by rileyc [Bruce/Clark]
Clark loves Bruce, but he's not so sure about fitting into Gotham high society.

Early morning light that should have been painting Clark’s body with intriguing bands of light and shadow, instead fell across an empty bed. Blankets that should have been tangled and falling off the bed, were neat and tidy without so much as a crease. No discarded clothes were scattered about, no shoes kicked into a corner, no glasses on the nightstand – but there was a crisp, white envelope propped on the fireplace mantle, Bruce’s name written across the front in neat, precise penmanship.

Bruce had no desire whatever to pick up that envelope and look at its contents.

So long as he ignored it, he could imagine any number of emergencies coming up, the kind of crisis only Superman could handle. So long as he didn’t open it, he didn’t have to feel like an idiot, or wonder what he’d done wrong, or try to pick up the pieces of his heart and put them back together.

Merlin: Natural Selection / But It's a Good Refrain / A Warlock's Worth
Natural Selection by minor_hue [Arthur/Merlin]
In which Arthur goes on blind dates, Merlin is his waiter, and everyone takes a ride on the crazy train.

“Cornelius is bold,” Cedric/Cornelius goes on, now slipping off his sports jacket and turning it inside-out to reveal a thick lining of black feathers. “Cornelius is charming. Cornelius doesn’t need therapy.”

“Oh my God,” Arthur whispers.

“Cornelius will get laid tonight and not cry like a baby afterwards,” Cedric/Cornelius finishes, sliding his jacket back on and carefully smoothing down the feathers.

“Did Cornelius take his medication today?” Arthur tries, cautious.

“Here you go,” Merlin arrives then, setting down their plates. “Lemon chicken and Italian wedding soup – oh, hello, wardrobe change.”

“Back off, whore,” Cedric/Cornelius hisses, reaching out to lay a hand on top of Arthur’s.

“And a personality change,” Merlin says slowly, wide-eyed.

“I do not approve of this,” Arthur mouths at Merlin silently.

But It's a Good Refrain by lady_ragnell [Arthur/Merlin]
Arthur doesn't care much about the popular radio program Dragon's Lonely Hearts until his ex-girlfriend calls in to slag him off and get advice. When he calls in and has an on-air argument with the host, it starts off more than he expected, including meddling friends, overinvolved fans, and maybe love.

Merlin must be at his computer, because Arthur gets a reply less than fifteen minutes later. Thanks for telling me. I don’t mind—I figured when Gwaine called in that we’re going to meet someday, and he’s been teasing me about you. I trust you not to tell the whole world you know the Dragon, so it’s fine. It really is. You keep reacting like you expect me to hate you and I don’t, I promise. There are a few lines of space, and then the signoff—this time it says Merlin instead of M.

Arthur spends the whole time he’s getting ready for bed smiling.

A Warlock's Worth by ella_bane [Arthur/Merlin]
When a visiting prince sets his sights on Merlin, Arthur is not amused. A story of love, loyalty, and secrets too-long kept.

"And how will you explain my death?"

"Arthur killed you in combat."

"But everyone saw."

"I can change what they saw."

"You lie. No warlock or witch can alter reality."

"None of them," Merlin said, "are me."

Sherlock: Cu Sylvatica / The Cornish Horror: Or, How John Watson Learned ... / The Good Morrow
Cu Sylvatica by sprl1199 [Sherlock/John]
After the events of the Great Game, Sherlock and John are called to assist the police on a murder investigation. Sherlock--convinced that the victim’s missing flatmate is the key to the investigation--finds himself unraveling a complex web of faked identity, kidnapping, and blackmail. All the while, he and John work to come to terms with the scar that Moriarty left on their lives and the possibility of his return. The difficulty is compounded by seemingly everyone in Sherlock’s life appearing to expect him to take Moriarty up on his offer of criminal partnership.

Sherlock lands on the floor next to the sofa in an ungainly heap, knees and elbows fighting against what he realizes belatedly is an afghan that John must have draped over him. Weak, grey light is filtering in from the window along with the sound of London traffic and the sharp laugh of a group of pedestrians leaving the sandwich shop beneath the flat.

His heart is pounding rapidly, and he’s covered in a cold sweat. Ceasing his battle with the blanket momentarily, he lies on the floor--the scuffed wooden board cool against his flushed cheek--and closes his eyes as he attempts to calm his breathing.

The Cornish Horror: Or, How John Watson Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Sherlock Holmes by finangler [Sherlock/John]
Sherlock Holmes had never really been in the "helping people" business in the first place.

It came to a head, finally and mercifully, on an altogether unremarkable day. Laundry day, as it happened. John came in, laundry bags slung over his shoulder, and his face already contorted into a thoroughly unnecessary expression of vexation. Sherlock was disgruntled to find that he found even *that* unutterably affecting.

“Sherlock,” John’s voice rang out, already in high dudgeon, “next time, warn me before you throw your laundry in with mine. I’m not your mum, and I don’t know that I’ll be able to get whatever the hell those stains were out of *my* clothes now.”

No great loss.

John was wearing a new jumper today, although it was nigh indistinguishable from any of the myriad other wool sacks John insisted upon not only buying…but wearing. It was shapeless and beige. Naturally, John would love it. Sherlock despaired a bit at John’s wardrobe, all jumpers and button downs, checks and beige. Or, if John was feeling particularly ambitious like today, all four at once.

The Good Morrow by greywash [Sherlock/John]
Love is a much more vicious motivator.

"Maybe I didn't want easy sex," he tells her. The spaces in his nose are aching, and he's beginning to worry he might cry, which, even this drunk, is just. Not on. "I'm forty, Har, maybe I—"

"Wanted the wife and two kids and the privet hedge, did you?" she asks. She doesn't sound like she believes him.

He blinks at her slowly.

"You've never been that person, John," she tells him. "Neither of us has, and you know it. C'mon, you're getting maudlin, and I can't handle that sober."

He leans on her heavily, most of the way back to the flat.

"I think I would've," he tells her, halfway home. "If he'd asked me to."

Marvel: In Which Tony Stark Builds Himself Some Friends / New Traditions / Met the Dodgers
In Which Tony Stark Builds Himself Some Friends (But His Family was Assigned by Nick Fury) by scifigrl47 [Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson]
Steve takes things like personal responsibility and respect seriously. Tony's got people he pays to take care of that kind of thing, and anyway, he's pretty sure that he's going to die of some exotic disease in his workshop, because Dummy's still a little spotty about what is 'clean' enough to put on an open wound. The rest of the Avengers are in this for personal gain, except for Clint, he just enjoys being a dick.

---scifigrl47 is extremely prolific and very talented. She's created a really fun universe in all her fics and is great with characters. I'd recommend all of her work (although Act of Creation will always be my favorite).

New Traditions by nightwalker [Steve/Tony]
Prompt: "All of Tony's old holiday traditions involved drinking somehow. Now he has to face his first holiday season as a sober man. Steve tries to help him out."

"There's a memorial for you at Arlington, right up near the Unknown Soldier, we saw it on a school trip," Jane said.

"I - "

"Wow, that's awkward now," Darcy said brightly. "Will they take it down, do you think?"

Steve's brain sort of failed on him when he tried to comprehend the enormous social faux pas that was returning from the dead and rendering a decades-old war memorial obsolete. He should probably apologise to someone.

Met the Dodgers by amuly [Steve/Tony]
Written for a prompt over at avengerkink: Tony decides that, with his reputation, there's only one best way to show Steve he's serious about their budding relationship. Buy the Dodgers and move them back to Brooklyn for him.

Tony grinned. “We can do that. I'm sure there's a Sonic or Steak'n'Shake or something... JARVIS!”


“Nearest 24-hour place with milkshakes.”

“Of course.”

Which was how Tony found himself actually sitting at an imitation fifties diner booth at midnight, sipping a milkshake and staring across the paint-flecked plastic table at Captain America. His life had somehow turned into a retro-future 1950s romance. And Tony couldn't find it in himself to care.

Merlin: The Tale of the Sea Serprent / Job Orientation / Grave Mistake / Peach, Plum, Pear
The Tale of the Sea Serprent + Job Orientation by seperis [Merlin/Arthur]
Prequel to Job Orientation. Before anyone built towers or became kings that hide from councils or thought five hundred steps was some kind of actual challenge, there was a prince, a sorcerer, and a sea serpent in a river. But really, it started well before that. Because first, there was a prince, and silence, and a secret that was no secret at all.

Arthur shakes his head incredulously. "Would you like it in writing?" he asks sincerely. "I'll do it, you know. Dear Idiot, I've never so much as considered shagging anyone else and never will. I need a queen. Not a wife. And certainly not right now. Yes, I have noticed your completely unsubtle attempts at making a clean break--really, Merlin, a tower? You have to live at the top of a tower? When the fuck did we get a tower? It wasn't here before. You do not lie well. Go to sleep before I forget I'm not allowed to beat you to death. Love, Arthur."

Merlin slow-blinks his opinion of this (favourable). "I have no idea why I fell in love with you."

"I could say the same, you prick." Arthur kisses him again, sweetly soft, then pulls back, eyes narrowed. "Would you like to cry and exchanges locks of hair? You have a ring. I sleep in here." Arthur pauses, thinking. "Well, would if I ever got to sleep, that is."

Grave Mistake by kickflaw [Merlin/Arthur]

“Idiot,” Arthur repeated, almost fondly. “You’re all right, though?”

“You know,” Blaise said, “I think he may not be averse to fucking you, Merlin.”

“I’m fine,” Merlin said, smile turning wooden, and reached for another of Arthur’s discarded shirts.

“Really, Merlin. His inappropriate disregard for the boundaries of your relationship, his reaction to your punishment, the way he looks at you…”

Arthur frowned at him. “Are you sure? You’re breathing quickly, and you seem flushed.”

“What?” Merlin squeaked. “Of course. Just fine, perfect even, except, obviously, for the lashes, but that’s just—”

Peach, Plum, Pear by sweetestdrain [Merlin/Arthur]
How in his tenth year of rule King Arthur chose a man to take the role of Court's Magician, and how Arthur made his decision.

"Úpárís," Wyllt hissed, pricking Arthur's thumb and pressing it to the mud-man's stomach. Something flared just outside of Arthur's vision. Suddenly, the body seemed to shiver all over, the mud seeping into the sticks and forming a fine net, then expanding with ridges and swoops that Arthur faintly recognized as muscle, until a thin layer of skin formed over that, and--


His heart's true desire, Wyllt had said, so of course, the thing looked like Merlin. The Merlin of twelve years ago, smooth-faced, beautiful, with a strange light in his eyes. Arthur choked back a cry at the sight of him.

Wyllt, too, gazed upon the specter. His face had gone bloodless; his skin matched the gray-white of his beard.

Sherlock: What Stays and What Fades Away / A Silver Sixpence / You Can Let Go Now
What Stays and What Fades Away by chemicaldefect [Sherlock/John]
John thought Mary was his second chance after the events of The Reichenbach Fall. Life has other plans. It was healing and heartbreak all at once.

If Mary noticed that, whenever she mentioned Sherlock, or asked to hear another story about one of their cases, John’s expression turned stony, his stance slightly defensive, she never said anything. Nor did she remark on John’s nightmares, less frequent now, when he gasped Sherlock’s name in broken sobs until she took him in her arms, rocking him gently awake. And if she sometimes saw the faraway look in his eye as they were making love, as if he were seeing a different face than her own, she remained silent. Because Mary loved John Watson very much as well. She loved all of him, including the half that she knew was buried under a headstone marked Sherlock Holmes.

A Silver Sixpence by _doodle [Sherlock/John]
John, we need to get married.

Sherlock didn’t answer. Instead he slipped out of his seat and dropped to one knee with seamless grace. John felt every inch of his face go blindingly, painfully, red with embarrassed horror.

Then everyone else started noticing. Lestrade went rigid in the chair next to John, Molly Hooper whimpered from somewhere to Sherlock’s left, and Donovan declared loudly, “No fucking way!”

Sherlock cleared his throat as the room became so quiet you could hear a pin drop and John realised that oh god that really was a ring box in Sherlock’s hand.

“I’m sure this will come as a surprise to everyone in this room who knows John and I, seeing as none of you possess my skill for observation and deductive reasoning,” Sherlock said, in what John suspected was a pre-written and possibly rehearsed proposal speech.

Of course, he still managed to be entirely Sherlock about it, insulting everyone first. John supposed he should count himself lucky that he wasn’t being included for once.

“However, John, I hope that this will come as no surprise to you,” Sherlock continued, before he opened the box revealing a simple gold band inside. “So I ask, Doctor John Hamish Watson, would you do me the great honour of agreeing to marry me?”

You Can Let Go Now by likeastorybook [Sherlock/John]
Sherlock's used to people walking out of his life, or just not being there, but he's not used to someone coming back because they want to. No one's ever done that before.

“I missed you,” Sherlock repeated once more, wishing the words could actually convey how glad he was to see John again.

John mumbled out the same and Sherlock felt a hand come up to cover the one he’d placed on John’s chest.

Sherlock waited until John’s breathing had evened out before licking his lips and whispering into the still darkness, “Thank you for coming back.”

Marvel: Mr. July / Rom-Commed By Fate (Or JARVIS) / Arms and the Man
Mr. July by jibrailis [Steve/Tony]

“--a really big slut,” Tony’s mouth finished for him, because what, that was the truth. Steve had looked impossibly, incredibly slutty as the July centerfold, six feet something of naked muscle and perfect skin barely hiding behind the round curves of his shield. Captain America in his Fourth of July birthday suit, angled just so that Tony could see a glimpse of his thigh behind the shield, thigh and the faintest suggestion of ass. Steve had stood with his hips cocked, feet spread, confident and gorgeous. Steve was gorgeous, with the shield and with his face slightly turned away from the camera. Yet not enough to disguise the open lushness of his mouth, the angle of his jaw; he had looked like he was about to lick his own lips. “I mean slut in a completely flattering way!” Tony added, but it was too late. Steve was already making a face and turning back to his breakfast.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say,” he said.

“Some of my best friends are sluts,” Tony said.

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” Steve said, and sighed.

Rom-Commed By Fate (Or JARVIS) by leashy_bebes [Steve/Tony]
The best thing about being an Artificial Intelligence is the ability to parse, filter and modify the things people say until you've got the cause to do exactly what you wanted in the first place. Or, in which JARVIS cock blocks Tony into having an actual relationship.

"I figured," Tony says, trying to just breeze past it. "First time out, yeah? So my thinking is, you're in the driving seat, plus you get to see what someone who loves getting fucked looks like."

Steve blushes. Yep. Naked as they day he was born, hard as a rock, and he fucking blushes. Tony wants to keep him

Arms and the Man by sam-storyteller [Steve/Tony]
His best friend keeps cockblocking him, his relationship guru is a computer, and he might be gay. The future is very complicated.

"Thank you, JARVIS," Steve said, standing, but then he looked up again. "Do people say thank you to you?"

"Mr. Stark does, when he remembers to. It isn't necessary. I don't require gratitude to satisfy my algorithms."

"But I bet it's nice, huh?"

Another pause. "It informs me that my service is satisfactory and further action is not necessary."

"Okay. Well, thanks."

"You're welcome, Captain Rogers."

Merlin: Deluge / In Want of a Wife / Light of Arthur
Deluge by Suaine [Arthur/Merlin]
In the aftermath of Merlin's battle against Nimueh, the rain seems a minor complication, perhaps even a cleansing influence. When the rain doesn't stop, Camelot is pushed to the brink once more. This time, Arthur may be in over his head. Contains: a lot of wet boys in emotional scenes, Arthur knowing more than he lets on, Merlin being an idiot, both of them being a bit stupidly heroic, telepathic chess, rain (lots of), war, making out against a tree, coincidental druids, co-opted history, co-opted myths, magic, coming of age (metaphorically), and more magically annoying yet surprisingly un-floody water than you can shake a stick at.

"It's not, Arthur, it's not okay. Mordred knows what I wanted to do. He knows that your life means more to me than anything."

Arthur laughs, a lump in his throat turning the sound high and sour. "Merlin, that's..." He has no idea how to end that sentence, the weight of Merlin's devotion crushing him.

Merlin pushes him away with a small, resigned sigh. "You need to know this, Arthur. I made the right choice with the boy, but I only made it because I didn't quite believe in the dragon's prediction. When Nimueh asked me to give up a life for yours, I would have given anything. Anything at all."

Arthur swallows, his mouth suddenly painfully dry. "What are you telling me?"

Merlin is crying, hot tears bursting out of red-rimmed eyes, his face puffy. He is shaking in the rain and looks so miserable that Arthur wants to just hold tight and not let go again, ever. The feeling wraps around his chest and squeezes, taking his breath. Merlin's hiccups are quite the most pathetic thing Arthur can imagine, and yet they tear at something inside him.

"I will not see you die, Arthur, I won't. Ever." Merlin's words rip out of him, ragged and sharp-edged.

The enormity of Merlin's feelings sets Arthur spinning. He knew this, of course, even before the dragon told him all about the many ways in which Merlin had sacrificed for him and risked his life. He'd known, but to hear it is something else entirely; it makes it real and twists around his heart like a rose, beautiful and deadly. He's scared of this, terrified of what Merlin might do, what he might make Merlin do. But his fear is laced with a feeling more terrifying yet. He wants this, he craves the kind of love Merlin offers him, and he has no intention of passing on the offer.

In Want of a Wife by syllic [Arthur/Merlin]
When Merlin first hears that Arthur has been betrothed, his ribs pull inwards with an odd little hitch, and he only allows himself a second—which he needs in order to coordinate spinning in place without falling on his face—before he’s running to Arthur’s chambers.

When Arthur kisses him, later, the two of them spread out on the bed, Merlin clings shamefully but can't bring himself to care. He wraps both legs around Arthur's; he twines his fingers tight in Arthur's hair; he twists their tongues together.

Arthur is clearly a little bewildered, but pleased. He keens into Merlin's mouth and Merlin screws his eyes shut, mapping the shape of Arthur's shoulders with his hands.

He opens his eyes and commits the planes of Arthur's face, relaxed like this, to memory; he spends a minute admiring the oddly high arch of his foot, and works his tongue into the groove where his leg meets his hip, tracing the curve of the muscle.

He breathes from Arthur's mouth as they move together, skin sliding on skin, silken-soft but sweaty, too, and it's perfect, bittersweet.

Merlin memorises everything, making this one time completely about what he wants, what he needs, about keeping the memory of Arthur's soft sounds locked away for the future, about keeping the feel of his skin stored in his fingertips.

Arthur pushes into him, seemingly as eager as Merlin, whose toes are curling with want, and Merlin thinks, This is for remembering.

Light of Arthur by Venivincere [Arthur/Merlin]
An epic tale of gods and man, destiny and choices, darkness and light, and eternal love that's fixed as the stars to the celestial sphere.

"Want to tell me what this is about?"

"I can never have you utterly, can I?" he said. "You need a queen. An heir."

Arthur chuckled.

"What – Arthur, I'm serious!" said Merlin, shoving at Arthur's shoulder, a fresh tear running down each cheek.

"I can see that," said Arthur, putting his arm around Merlin's shoulders and squeezing. "Shhh, stop. I don't know what we can do about my heir. But that is not a problem for today." Arthur lifted Merlin's head in both his hands, and stared into his eyes, held him there, and Merlin finally understood what he read in that gaze. "I can give you no less than you give me," said Arthur. "My world, my heart, my life – they're yours."

And then his mouth was on Merlin's once more, sealing his pledge in the salt on Merlin's lips, and his eyes, his forehead, every touch an oath, and oath that Merlin understood and accepted.

And suddenly, Merlin was overwhelmed with contentment: contentment and gratitude, for this life, and for everything in it.

Sherlock: Traffic Lights series / The Perils of Urban Warfare / The Paradox Series
Traffic Lights series by lavvyan [Sherlock/John]
In which it's not the war John is missing, Sherlock needs to find new ways to hang on to his flatmate, and Moriarty tries to get himself a pet of his own. Features also: guns, tea, the reason Sherlock Holmes won't take the tube, cell phones, a budgie, and one obnoxious older brother.

"You're a riot," he mumbles, nosing Sherlock's sleeve up so he can bump a kiss to the salty skin beneath. Sherlock shivers slightly. John sighs. "Sorry."

Sherlock is silent for a long moment.

"John, if you want me to…" he says awkwardly, "that is, if your, uh, relations with your left hand are insufficient for your continued… Do you want my assistance?"

John loves him so much it hurts. In his throat, in his chest, it hurts, like there's too little space and too much emotion. He's suddenly, irrationally afraid it's going to spill over, all of it, and then where will they be?

The Perils of Urban Warfare by phantomjam [Sherlock/John]
The problems of acclimatising to civilian life a.k.a the travails of John, his therapist and Sherlock.

Sherlock looks at him curiously. ‘Does sex always make your brain shut down like this? It’s going to be terribly inconvenient.’

‘You’re getting ahead of yourself,’ John says mildly. ‘What makes you think there’s going to be more?’

Sherlock props himself up on his elbow to look at John properly. His brow creases. ‘Of course there’s going to be more. That was a very satisfactory effort, for both parties. I certainly didn’t hear you complaining.’

John taps the rim of the teacup against his lips. ‘I would rate you as... mediocre,’ he decides, straight-faced.


‘In future, you’re going to have to try a lot harder than that.’

The indignation on Sherlock’s face makes him laugh until he can barely breathe. Sherlock watches him with sharp eyes as he plonks himself down in front of the computer and switches it on.

‘But there will be a future, right John? John?’

The Paradox Series by wordstrings [Sherlock/John]
In which what's in Sherlock's head is never going to get any better, and John is nearly thrown out of his flat.

"Fine, get the condoms, it'll be safer," Sherlock said.

John coughed. "We're both clean, we don't need them. That's established. You do realize that you've just required our relationship to be completely exclusive, by the way."

Things went a bit white after that. John hadn't meant anything by it, of course, was only being thorough and sweetly dogmatic, in fact, but everything went white all the same. And that was worse than too many colours. The detective shuddered ever so slightly, adjusting. Like an explosion, like a fucking supernova, Sherlock had been presented with a second problem of language. Because it hadn't once occurred to Sherlock that it could be anything but completely exclusive. And by the cast of John's mouth, he suspected that it showed.

"Oh, Jesus," John had said softly. "I'm...so sorry. Of course I don't want, but I didn't know that you--"

"I'm off," Sherlock had managed to say, diving out of the chair.

"No, stop. Sherlock, come back here. I'm an idiot. I never--"

---The most beautiful yet disturbing love story ever. Sherlock is utterly insane yet such a sympathetic character. Just amazing. A story that makes you FEEL so much.

DC: Like a Tool on a Shelf / The Baby Sitting Job / Holding Out For A Hero
Like a Tool on a Shelf by MetaAllu [Damian/Colin]
In which Damian and Colin are idiots and Dick gets very old.

One day Colin brings home a laughing woman with a shock of dyed red hair and a ten thousand watt smile. Damian watches them kiss on the doorstep. A year later, Damian is twenty-six, and he watches Colin get down on one knee with grease streaked on his cheek. He sits in the pews at their wedding, and when the preacher says If there is any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together – let them speak now or forever hold their peace, he bites his tongue until he tastes blood.

Colin moves out and Damian wakes to an achingly familiar silence. He makes coffee and cereal, and grows bitter.

The Babysitting job by Pornosophical (drmellifluous) [Tim/Kon]
Tim's feelings for his best friend have been slowly forcing their way out into the world, but it's not until Steph asks him to babysit on a night when he already has plans with Conner that everything comes out.

Plausible deniability, one of the many mixed signals that drove Tim to distraction. Cuddling, however manly, reeked of ulterior motive but did he actually dare question it? Conner had not only had girlfriends, he’d had sex. Sex with Cassie, no less, so decidedly heterosexual sex at that. Conner was… Conner was probably straight.

Conner had his arm around Tim’s shoulders, their bodies aligned from torso to toe tip, and was whispering into Tim’s ear with tender concern.

“Is this movie okay? You’re stiff as a rod, dude.” True, but not for the reasons Conner thought.

“I’m fine,” Tim eked out through gritted teeth.

---One of the best Tim's I've ever read. His voice is spot-on, calculating but not too manipulative and relatable but not too woobie-ish.

Holding Out For A Hero by Airawyn [Tim/Kon]
Tim and Kon hit a milestone in their relationship and question whether they’re ready to become parents. Tim’s answer is different than Kon’s.

“I want to be a dad,” Kon said. “I want a big family. I - I didn’t have that. I never had a childhood and I never will, but I want to see what it’s like from the other side. I lived in hotels and bounced around for so long. I want to build a home.”

Tim closed his eyes, not trusting himself to look at Kon’s face. Kon touched Tim’s chin, gently lifting up his face.

“But I want a life with you more,” Kon said. Tim’s eyes flew open and he searched Kon’s face for any hint of a trick or doubt. “Tim, you are my family. Home is wherever you are. If that means I’ll never be a dad, then that’s how it is. I want you by my side for the rest of my life, for better or for worse.”

Tim couldn’t breathe. “Are you proposing?”

“I don’t know,” Kon said. He looked at Tim with a mixed expression that was equal parts terror and love. “Are you accepting?”

Marvel: Semafore / Team Building Activities / The More Things Change
Semafore by devildoll [Steve/Tony]
"I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard."

He wiggles until he's a little more comfortable, neck not pinched at a weird angle, and closes his eyes, but he can't get the ice pack right, no matter how awkwardly he bends his arm. After Tony fumbles it around for a minute, Steve takes it from him and gently presses it to the back of Tony's head, and holds it there.

It’s a little thing. A little, stupid thing, but it makes Tony's throat feel tight, and he suddenly misses Pepper so damn much he's not sure he'll ever be able to stop. He waits it out, feels it subside a bit, focuses on the scritch scratch of pencil on paper until it’s gone.
This technically isn't a thing two straight guys would do, Tony thinks, but he's too drunk and miserable to care. Plus, he's only about 92% straight anyway. Steve, on the other hand, is probably 150% straight, minimum, so together they add up to almost two and a half straight guys. When you look at it like that, this is practically the least gay thing Tony's ever done.

Team Building Activities by valtyr [Steve/Tony]
Fury's a beautiful princess. Clint's plotting a Communist revolution. Rhodey's not sexy. Wall-E's not a documentary. Clint's not gay but he does give a great blowjob. This fic is not an AU.

The Internet was amazing. Steve wanted it forever - the fact he could carry it about in his hands was almost beyond his ability to comprehend. He just - thought of something he wanted to know, and there was a page for it. He'd asked about the index, and Tony had laughed; there were pages just to find the other pages, so he didn't need to do any work, just write in his question - the letters all appeared at the bottom of the screen - and it would offer him all kinds of things.

It offered him even more kinds of things when he'd turned off SafeSearch; it hadn't taken him long to decide he preferred to be safe.

The More Things Change by cookinguptales [Steve/Tony]
Steve's not entirely sure how seduction works nowadays, but he's learned from the best.

Tony shook his head, his expression far away as he put together the pieces. “God, you—did you seriously ask me for advice on how to seduce me?” he asked incredulously.

Steve shrugged a little. “I didn't know how to get your attention. Things are different now.”

Tony looked at him like he'd come from another planet. “Steve, you didn't need to get my attention. You didn't need to—to woo me. You could have just said something.”

“Yes, I did,” Steve argued. “You deserve to be wooed. You deserve that kind of consideration.” Then he stopped, processing what Tony had just said. “Wait, you mean--”

Merlin: And None But We Can Be Such Kings / Quickening Days / So Are They All, All Honourable Men
And None But We Can Be Such Kings by janne_d [Merlin/Arthur]
They'd kissed. He and Arthur had kissed. And that was amazing and terrifying and completely insane, like a sheet of lightning from an empty blue sky.

He could feel the magic rising too and he fought desperately for some control but found none, no way to hold back, and he hit the peak in a rush of pleasure and terror as the unlit torches and fire burst into flame, blazing the room with light.

Arthur's head jerked up at the sudden flare and Merlin could see his eyes go wide, and then they fell closed again as Arthur bucked hard and trembled against him in his own release.

He collapsed back down on top of Merlin and then there was silence while Merlin shook in reaction and tried desperately to put the torches and fire back out. He failed utterly.

After a minute, Arthur propped himself up, looked deliberately around at the burning torches and then at Merlin, who promptly froze and stopped breathing. But all Arthur did was raise a mocking eyebrow and then flop back down.

Quickening Days by fahye_fic [Merlin/Arthur]
In which dragons & ghosts & prejudices are confronted, Merlin wears a hat (twice) and a dress (once), Arthur breaks some crockery (lots), there are more pranks than pillowfights but at least one of each, and many secrets are revealed.

This time, however, it was Merlin who pulled away first, looking determined.

"Arthur. This is different, this, between us, this has -- consequences. I won't pretend it doesn’t."

Then his eyes dropped and he was aiming that clear, Merlinesque intensity straight at Arthur's mouth, which was almost certainly inadvertent and definitely the filthiest thing Arthur had ever seen. Arthur had to swallow twice before he could manage to say, "All right."

So Are They All, All Honourable Men by seperis [Merlin/Arthur]
Considering Arthur's future wife will be chosen less for compatibility than for her political value, Merlin may be the only marriage he'll have that won't end in bloodshed or a great deal of fortifying wine.

Merlin cares for his clothing and his chambers and his weapons, arms him for tournaments and for hunts and for battle. Merlin's slept at his side and fought at his back and saved his life. Merlin argues with him and fights for him and doesn't know that he's supposed to fear him.

He's a sorcerer, his fate in Camelot written on the sharpened blade of an axe, and yet he stays, polishing armour and serving wine and risking treason with every breath he takes to protect Arthur. And Arthur can't protect him; he can't even make Merlin protect himself.

DC: Need Implies Necessity / Merciless / Court Martial
Need Implies Necessity by chibimono [Boostle]
Ted's back and working with Booster again, but he's not sure he's really needed anymore.

Booster chuckles, but it sounds broken. "I almost destroyed the timeline, I missed you so much..."

It's a punch to the gut, Ted's breath forced out of him in the form of his friend's name. "Booster... I..."

"From the moment I lost you, all I wanted was to have you back," Booster turned to look at him, a weariness to his eyes. "I don't need you, Ted. Not like I thought I did. But you're my best friend and without you, I kinda have this you-sized hole in my heart... and not much fits that can fill it."

Ted's not sure what to say to that. He thinks he should say I love you. Or maybe I love you, too. But he doesn't know if either of those are the right words. So he settles instead for a very earnest, "Thanks, buddy," and hopes Booster understands.

Merciless by fleur_de_liz [Boostle]

“Right. Good night, Booster. Love you.”

Booster’s breath caught in his throat and he felt Ted stiffen up beside him, as if he realized he’d said the wrong thing. “Ted…”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…I know you don’t…”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t feel it.” He pressed a kiss to some part of Ted’s face, or maybe his shoulder, he couldn’t tell in the dark. “Get some sleep, Ted.”

Court Martial by Charlene Edwards
Blockbuster was murdered ... and Nightwing was "involved". What happens when the superhero community finds out?

J'onn moved closer. "This is not a joking matter, Wally."

Wally's eyes flashed as he replied forcefully. "Really, J'onn? Not joking? Because up until now, I've just been rolling in the aisles watching the League rip apart one of the truly good guys. Yeah, it's a real chucklefest seeing this all important body not give a crap about a hero. Showing one of your own no loyalty, but that's part of this isn't it? Who do we deep down inside owe our loyalty to?"

"Wally-" J'onn held up his hands trying to slow Wally and stop the impending outburst. He failed utterly.

"Are we loyal to the whims and dictates of this august body and its never-ending hypocritical rules?"

Wally raised his arms and gestured about the room. "Are we better than that? Are we what defines this body? Is it Justice we serve or the need for rules? Do we owe anything to those who would die to save others?" Wally moved closer to J'onn. "Do we fight alone or do we forget the people who die and bleed

beside us? Because J'onn … I got to tell you that I don't really feel that feel good I give a shit vibe from you guys."

J'onn's voice was laced with concern. He pressed onward. "Wally, your Uncle Barry."

"MY Uncle Barry would do the exact same thing!" Wally exclaimed through clenched teeth as he stalked back over to Barbara. "I've thought about this for the last twenty-five days." Wally grasped the handles on the chair and paused. He looked down and back at Martian Manhunter. "You know, I'm sure that there are some good people in the League. People I care for, you care for. Hell, you're a great guy yourself, but you're no Dick Grayson and I know where my loyalties lie.

---The best gen fic I have ever read. The detail that went into this story is jaw-dropping, and the characterization is amazing and spot-on. My brain has filed the events of this story as canon. And Dick is PERFECT.

MCU: Eight Months of a Century / Trajectories / A Comforting Presence
Eight Months of a Century by stereobone [Thor/Loki]
"Six weeks ago," Loki says, when Thor remains silent. "Surely you remember."

Thor's fury comes back tenfold. "Worth it? Loki, you have gone mad. You could have killed yourself and yet you still did this. You did this and you did not have to. After all this time, you thought I would forget you? How could I do such at thing, brother? I love you."

Loki shakes his head. "Yes, now you do—"

"I started and never stopped! How could you think you had to force me into loving you? It comes so easy, Loki. There is no force."

He tries to grab hold of Loki once again, but he slips away from him. Thor suddenly has a terrible feeling in his gut. Loki looks shocked, face white, as if he really did not know it. He truly thought that Thor would leave him, forget him, and in order to keep him, he subjected himself to this. Loki looks ready to bolt, and that scares Thor most of all.

Trajectories by glayish [Thor/Loki]
The Chitauri and Thanos capture Thor to cause Loki the most unimaginable pain. Loki joins with the Avengers to get him back.

“Do it,” Loki’s voice is so deep, so undone. He can feel the sweep of eyelashes against his cheek. Can’t tell if Loki is opening his eyes or closing them, “—Never going to get another chance.”

Impulsively, Thor kisses him. Finds Loki’s mouth to shut him up for just a second. He doesn’t want to hear lies. Because it is a lie, Thor knows this. Knows it in the way Loki’s kiss is so hungry, starving. Thor squeezes Loki’s hips to keep him moving, lets Loki devour him, accepting anything and everything that Loki wants to do.

There is no one else in all the realms and beyond like you. Loki, you are the only one.

A Comforting Presence by You_Light_The_Sky
It starts with Clint, and then from there, every time an Avenger gets hurt (physically or otherwise), they seem to show up at Steve’s doorstep. Eventually he stops bothering to lock it (though Tony breaking in to his apartment every morning might also have something to do with that.) But there's more happening then they know, especially when old enemies resurface.

Or, a series of non-linear flashbacks and events, illustrating how Steve went from being very alone in the 21st century to having five (maybe even more) roommates (family) and why Tony decided to build the Avengers mansion.

“No, it wasn’t! You had no right at all; you’re nothing to him, just one of his —”

“I am not nothing to him!” Clint roars and they all fall silent. Clint is breathing heavily, eyes wild. “You should know what I am to Phil, Stark... I’m the cellist.”

Tony’s jaw drops. “You and him...? You two were...?”

Clint gives a taut dip of his head.

Marvel: The Engagement / The Very Secret Diary... / Secrets of a Successful Marriage
The Engagement by nightwalker [Steve/Tony]
Tony thinks they need to talk. Steve doesn't think that sounds like a good thing.

As if summoned by Steve's thoughts, Tony appeared at his elbow. He slid one arm around Steve's waist and leaned against him and Steve reciprocated by wrapping his arm over Tony's shoulders and pulling him closer. Tony looked happy; pleased with himself and the world around him, expression fond and a little surprised as he watched their teammates celebrate. Steve had a ridiculous moment of disappointment that Tony wasn't looking at him that way, so he ducked his head and pressed a kiss against Tony's temple. When he pulled back, Tony turned to look at him and the fondness was still there in his smile, and a happiness that was so fragile Steve wanted to capture it and hold it there forever.

The Very Secret Diary of Captain Steven G. Rogers in the Twenty First Century by ykoriana [Steve/Tony]
So, this prompt took over me. However, it tok over me in the shape of an, er, homage to cassieclaire's The Very Secret Diaries of the Fellowship of the Ring (which I recommend to LoTR fans, appreciators of good humor and pervy hobbit fanciers alike).

Day 14
Tony found out I like music and gave me an honest to God record player and vinyl records! That was so nice, he's just like his father.

He gave me a funny look when I told him that, though.

Secrets of a Successful Marriage by valtyr [Steve/Tony]
Tony Stark lives a double life; he's secretly the supervillain known as Iron Man. But his loving husband Steve has a few secrets of his own, as Tony is about to discover.

"But you - I always wondered why you wanted me." He turned his head away, so Tony could only see the curve of his cheekbone and jaw.

"What?" was all Tony could bleat.

"Oh come on, Tony, you're a billionaire, you're a genius, gorgeous, a success at everything you've ever tried - why did you marry some guy who barely understands your business, let alone your science? Don't tell me it's because I rescued you; that's hardly enough to keep you interested." He looked back, and then away, but not before Tony spotted the dampness in his eyes.

"Steve," Tony began, and then stopped. "Are you out of your mind? You are the best human being I've ever met. I fell in love with you on our first date. Nothing in my whole life has ever been truer than the way I feel about you."

"Oh," Steve ducked his head. He didn't sound convinced.

"Steve!" Tony threw up his hands in frustration. Insecure was an entirely new side of Steve, and he didn't think he liked it. "I let you dip me on the dance floor at company parties. I go to board meetings because if I don't they phone you and you look disappointed in me. I clean out fishtanks. I willingly ride in a Pontiac! If that's not love, I'm sorry, but it's all I've got to give."

Marvel: Look here, look back, look ahead / Engaging the Enemy / Semiconductor
Look here, look back, look ahead by marinarusalka [Steve/Tony]
September, 1941: Returning from a mission as Iron Man, Tony Stark crash-lands in the Carpathian Mountains and is rescued by Captain America. The two heroes team up to investigate Nazi activity at a mysterious castle. But Captain America is keeping secrets that could destroy their new partnership before it has a chance to begin.

"Thanks," Tony sighed, "but you've probably wasted your time." Between the lighting strikes, the crash, and the cold-water soak, he doubted there was a single working component left among the scrap. Tony rose creakily to his feet, took a couple of steps toward the armor pile, and stumbled to an abrupt halt.

On the ground behind the armor, propped up casually against a rock, was a concave red, white and blue disk with a big white star in the center.

"Oh my God," Tony said. "You're Captain America. I've been saved from certain doom by Captain America. I'm buying a million defense bonds when I get home."

Engaging the Enemy by tsukinofaerii [Steve/Tony]
Iron Man is one of the more persistent villains that the Ultimates face, with a special fondness for one Captain America. As Steve starts to findout more and more about him, the lines between hero and villain begin to blur. Sometimes, you don't have to be on the right side of the law to be in the right.

"Are you sure I shouldn't wear my uniform?" he asked into his earpiece, holding down the talk button with a finger. The gloves were stiff and new, in addition to being bright yellow. It felt strange working through them. His usual gloves had years of being well-used to soften them up. "It's cold up here. And what if he doesn't recognize me?"

"Trust me, Cap," Jan replied over the comm line. "You're a hot blond guy standing around on a rooftop in the middle of winter with your chest bare and a really tight pair of pants. Iron Man is going to check you out. I'd check you out. Luke would check you out, and he has a wife and kid. Besides, you don't want to be recognized, do you? It's better this way."

Semiconductor by gqgqqt [Steve/Tony]
Prompt: "The first time Steve and Tony try something other than plain vanilla sex, they decide to go a little light bondage, with Steve tying Tony down with a tie or something. Only, halfway through the foreplay Tony freaks the fuck out when Steve touches his arc-reactor (courtesy Obadiah and the paralysis incident). Mutual beating themselves up for not noticing / behaving irrationally / something something. Angst angst angst. Tony finally gets to discuss all the ways Obadiah fucked him over (I'd love it if this is the first time anyone's heard of exactly what happened that night). Working out issues and maybe some happy sex of the healing variety?"

"Perfect," Tony says. Steve smiles brightly. "Okay, how are you not bored out of your mind with all of this?"

"What, with double-checking?" Steve asks.

"We passed 'double-checking' ten minutes ago," Tony reminds him.

"You being safe and comfortable is the most important thing with something like this. I don't mind at all."

Tony is about to say that safety isn't really an issue with Steve's reflexes and the fact that it's just a tie, which registers about a 1 on the Tony Stark Sexual Hazard Index. But faking concern about physical safety is better than the truth, which is that he has no idea why he's nervous right now.

XFC: The Children of an Idle Brain / this constant state of war / Carpe Brewski
The Children of an Idle Brain by margo_kim [Charles/Erik]
Prompt: For some reason, when Charles was young, his telepathy latched onto Erik's mind, linking them together.

When he opens his eyes, Charles is watching him, his pale blue eyes fixed on Erik like he’s a meal before a starved man. Erik, try hard as he like, cannot bring himself to look away either. Boys like you are always trouble, he thinks. Charles goes red, and Erik, in spite of himself, laughs. “I thought I was alone,” he says before he can stop himself.

Charles smiles wider than a man should smile. “Oh, my good fellow, we are not. Not at all.”

Erik looks at the naked hope spread across Charles’ face and he knows: This man is dangerous. Do not trust him. And for no good reason, he already does.

this constant state of war by pidgeoned [Charles/Erik]
Charles and Erik are the Odd Couple.

“You didn’t invite him for tea and biscuits?” Charles asked, putting down the morning paper.

“He’s a mailman, you don’t invite them in for tea and biscuits.”

“Not Mr. Harrison,” Charles said. “He’s a friend.”

“Everyone is a friend to you,” Erik reminded him, not without a touch of annoyance. He stabbed his toast and frowned, stirring his lukewarm tea with a pinky finger.

Charles smiled at him, his infuriating, knowing little smile. “That isn’t true at all,” he said, flipping through the envelopes and looking up briefly. “I choose them very carefully.”

Carpe Brewski by gyzym [Charles/Erik]
This story starts exactly where you'd expect it to start: drunk, in a library.

"Hey," Erik says, slipping in line next to Charles when he's finished negotiating the terms of his silence, "are you judging me for blackmailing your…uh…brothers or whatever? Because you're looking a little judgey, man, and I'm too drunk to be sorry."

"Not judging," Charles says. "I'm torn between impressed and concerned, honestly--you don't look so good."

"It's like you can read my mind," Erik says, and sways where he stands. Charles steadies him without thinking about it much, and four minutes later Erik starts what is easily the most significant friendship of Charles' life by vomiting all over his shoes.

Charles thinks it says a lot about Erik that the only true part of his whole creation mythos is the part about the vodka. Charles thinks it says a lot about him that, when it comes right down to it, he thinks that's hilarious.

That's why this story starts exactly where you'd expect it to start: drunk, in a library.

Transformers: Into the Fire / Down a Notch...Or Eight / Iridescent
Into the Fire by piscaria [Bumblebee/Sam]
As the base's resident expert on human culture, Sam had fumbled his way through some pretty awkward conversations, but even he didn't feel up to tackling the questions Bee would have once he learned that his best friend had somehow developed a fetish for alien robots.

“Where’s your car?” Sam gasped, breaking away.

The man swallowed, and the confident expression he’d worn all evening flickered, replaced by a hint of wariness.

“It’s parked on the curb,” he said softly.

Sam could have sworn the curb had been empty when they stepped outside, but as he looked over the man’s shoulder, he saw it: a 2009 yellow Camaro with custom racing stripes.

He had one breathless thought of, “Whoah, strange coincidence” but then common sense forced its way through the jumble of lust and alcohol. The eyes, the accent, the clothing, the strange sense of familiarity, and now the car.

Sam glanced down at the dog tags tangled in his hands– one held an Autobot symbol, the other said only “Bumblebee.”

Down a Notch...Or Eight by ladydragon76 [Optimus Prime/Megatron]
From the tfanonkink. What if Megatron’s got that old slave programming? What happens if it gets turned back on?

Prime walked out of the washrack, then out of his rooms entirely, not looking at Megatron at all.

That hollow feeling grew, as did the burning humiliation. He had thought having to bare his spark for use would be the worst thing he faced in Prime’s berth.

But Prime turning him down was even worse.

Iridescent by Raven05 [Optimus Prime/Megatron]
After an unexpected shift in the war, two already heavy-laden sparks meet on an old battlefield seeking a peace both were intimately familiar with – death.

As the pleasure built towards its pinnacle, the Prime found he was unable to resist sliding his hands over Megatron's splintered chest. The warlord growled, trying to jerk away while still thrusting forward.

"No," he said darkly.

Optimus slid open his own chest plates.

"No sentiments!" Megatron said even more harshly.

"Just let it go," Optimus sighed wearily, softly.

The darker frame shook with intensity as the battered chest plates finally grinded open. The pale light betrayed the weakness of the spark beneath. Optimus' own spark jolted upward, reaching towards the other life and Megatron came crashing down, smashing their chests together.

Marvel: Camaraderie / IM: AA Fic / New Heights
Camaraderie by gqgqqt
Steve plays Mario Kart and has a blast.

"The Super Nintendo version was pretty good, certainly set a standard," he says. "And the newer ones aren't so bad, I guess. But once you design enough motion control systems, the commercial ones feel too clunky to deal with..." Steve smiles and nods appreciatively, and both of them know he doesn't understand a word of what Tony's saying. He likes not being patronized, likes the way Tony runs carelessly through conversations and trusts Steve to pick up on the important parts. "This, though..."

Tony says, affectionately stroking across the largest piece of curvy black plastic, the one he's hooking all the cables into. "This is where the magic happened."

IM: AA Fic Part One and Part Two by glasgowsmiles
As the World's Worst Title up there suggests, IM: AA-verse Tony and Steve meet.

Tony recognized the costume he pulled out immediately.

“You’re the real Captain America?”

Steve blushed. “Not what you expected, I know—“

“Way cooler than I expected,” Tony gushed. It was one thing when he let his mind wander to thoughts of making out with Steve, and his lifetime of masturbatory Captain America fantasies was something else, but now that they were the same person? It was kind of like Christmas in terms of crush-worthy material.

New Heights by Anonymous [Steve/Bucky]
Bucky can't stop thinking about sucking Steve's cock. One night, when he's quite drunk, he mentions this to Steve. Cocksucking eventually ensues.

Steve's probably never even kissed a girl, Bucky realises suddenly and laughs. God, Steve. He scrambles to his feet, wraps a hand around Steve's neck, and stretches onto his toes to press their lips together. It's probably strange that Bucky had never considered this part before. His heart thumps excitedly, and in matter of seconds, the feeling of the situation has changed entirely. He pulls back and gives Steve a lopsided grin, hoping it will help cover the fact that he's infinitely more nervous now. He squeezes Steve's neck, and then turns him around to sit on the edge of the bed before he drops to his knees again.