Quick drawing, I’m probably not gonna be able to finish all of the drawings I want to do for this Huxloween. Does anyone know if late entries are able to be submitted?
I challenge anyone to see this cocky face and to not want to try and get him on his knees to turn him into a crying, begging mess, imploring you to let him come.
Warnings: None Rating: Explicit Word count: 89,678 Relationship: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Tags: Shrunkyclunks, Canon Divergence, Romance, Angst and humor, Hurt/comfort, Bucky Barnes Recovering, Protective Steve Rogers, Avengers family, Gaslighting, Emotional/Psychological abuse, Body dysphoria, Anxiety, Agoraphobia, illustrated, art, a premise taken to its logical conclusion, whatever happened to predictability?
Summary:
For better or for worse (usually worse), Steve Rogers has been the most famous guy in the room for a while. And though newsreels have given way to YouTube, people’s reactions haven’t changed much in seventy-some years. Steve’s become an expert at keeping his head down and getting on with his life.
A head-on collision on a busy street sends books flying and sweeps Steve off his feet. The point of impact has a name: James. A charming mess of long hair, thick glasses, and a crooked, not-quite-smile. If he recognizes Steve, he chooses not to comment, placing him firmly in Steve’s good graces.
As far as Steve can tell, they might be Bogie and Bacall all over again, save for the group of idiots with selfie sticks who surround them. But for once, the request isn’t for Steve.
Which begs the question: if James is James, then who the hell is Bucky?
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