Short AU fics that don’t meet any criteria for other categories
Summary: AKA the "I work at a department store and if you take out and unfold a shirt and then leave it one more time I'm going to stuff it down your throat" AU
Summary: Bucky is certain that he's about to die, cold and lost in this mountain forest. But just as he thinks that the wolves have him, someone finds him and takes him in.
Summary: “Don’t worry,” Steve says, clasping his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.” “I’ve heard that before, too,” Bucky points out in a sarcastic tone. “Look, just… don’t let me hook up. With anyone. No matter what I say. That seems like the safest bet.” “See you on the other side,” Steve says, downing the first shot of many. Bucky raises his own in a toast. “You’re both being overly dramatic,” Falsworth tells them. (Famous last words, Steve thinks.) - Also known as the feel-good fluffy ficlet relenafanel promised after the end-credit scene of new Bucky feels from hell... Because I have your back and know you need recovery comedic AUs about BFFs being dumb in Vegas.
Summary: Bucky is stuck on a long train journey from Boston to New York and can't help but find the guy he's eavesdropping in on more than a little intriguing...
Summary: Steve is gorgeous, tall and blond and built like a football player. And he talks to Bucky like a real person, not some caricature to appease. The thought of him getting up makes Bucky panic slightly. "No! That's not-" He blushes and kills time by drinking his coffee. "I'm not- I don't know-" "It's ok." Steve smiles and Bucky gets the feeling he understands despite Bucky’s gibbering. "Do you want me to go?" "No, stay. Gotta start somewhere, right?"
Summary: The first date was over before Bucky even came over to interfere. The same could not be said for dates two, three or four. Those were over after Bucky arrived to lend his very specific brand of help. (otherwise summarized as: best friends who are dumb and are obviously meant for each other)
Summary: The telescope was just supposed to help him with the fine motor functions of his prosthetic - his (not that kind of doctor) Doctor had even suggested it. So when he looks through the scope and spies someone looking back at him... someone kinda cute... Well, it's not his fault if things escalate, right?
Summary: “It’s already been paid for,” the barista told him and then pointed toward the man that had been in front of Bucky. Even shadowed under the cap and hidden behind thick-rimmed hipster glasses, it was far too easy to recognize that face. Steve Rogers. That was most definitely Steve Rogers -- aka, Captain fuckin’ America -- in semi-disguise, loitering as he waited for his drink. Steve Rogers paid for his drink. Steve Rogers heard what he said. Christ, that was embarrassing. -- Or: the one where Bucky Barnes meets Steve Rogers in Starbucks.
Summary: It's Steve's second summer working at Disney World when he meets Prince Charming (aka: Bucky Barnes, college kid from Brooklyn whose ass looks absolutely devastating in his Prince Charming slacks) and maybe starts to feel a little Disney magic in his heart.
Summary: Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. But not going to take your shit about it. Bucky Barnes. Voted most likely to fall in love first.
Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Natasha's daughter has just admitted to her parents that she asked Santa for a Princess Perfect Pony Palace. Which is currently out of stock in every store within 50 miles. It's time for Uncle Bucky to step up and deliver the most wanted gift of the season - he just didn't think he'd have to fight a hot blond for it.
Summary: Steve Rogers is woken from a doze by a scream from the apartment upstairs. Grabbing his bat and heading up the fire escape he's more than ready to face down serial killers and / or burglars - but not what he actually finds...
Summary: Steve Rogers works as a florist. Yes, a florist. He's pretty used to spending his time with colourful flowers and not a lot of people, when one lazy day a man walks into his shop and changes everything.
Summary: Steve thinks that maybe his date with Natasha wasn't a total failure, but after dialing the number she'd given him at the end of the night, it looks like he was so, so wrong. The guy on the end of the line though, seems to need a little bit of help and it costs nothing to be nice...
Download Available Summary: "The one where Bucky is one of the reception staff in an upmarket hotel and Steve's a wealthy businessman who stays there regularly. They're involved in a heavy flirtation but neither of them have quite gotten up the courage yet to take the next step."
Summary: It’s not that Bucky doesn’t like his job. It’s just that, given the choice, he’d much prefer to start his working day around noon instead of at 8.30am. He’s never been a morning person – though to be fair, it’s not like he’s particularly an evening person, either. Sometimes he feels like he’s barely even a person. And yet, despite his distaste for early wake-up calls, Bucky’s favorite part of the day has to be his morning commute to work. Because every day on the 7.24am train, Bucky gets to see the man of his dreams. AU meet-cute. Strangers on a train, but with less murder and more sexual tension.
Summary: This fic is based on this this tweet. Bucky Barnes, newly-single twentysomething from Brooklyn, heads to Europe with the goal of showing everyone back home (particularly his shitty ex) that he's living his best life. He asks a beautiful blond stranger for a picture of them kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower to post to his social media, and ends up having a bit of a déjà vu.
Summary: After getting over a bad relationship, Steve is taken out for a night on the town by his best friend Sam. However, when he sees his ex on the dancefloor with a much hotter guy, Steve decides to grab the nearest guy and make out with him. It's actually a really good decision - if you don't count getting thrown out of the club.
Summary: barefootbucky: heyyy! sorry it took me so long to reply. hope you got the last few postcards i sent. ok so i’m in istanbul now and there’s a dirt cheap direct flight to dc. thinkin about stopping by for a bit. mind if i crash with you? the road is great and all but i think i need some time to recoup.
Summary: "What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.” There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up. “Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”
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