where tattoos are a feature of the fic
Summary: When Steve wakes from the ice he's disoriented and panicked. The Tattoo on his right arm of a blue star only confuses him further. As time goes on, he becomes too busy with adapting to the 21st century and aliens to care about the mysterious tattoo. That is until a second one appears. After losing his left arm in an accident on a research expedition in his final year of college, Bucky enrolls into the Stark Industries Experimental Prosthetics Program and is fitted with a metal arm that brandishes a red star. His buddy Gabe works in a tattoo shop and likes to use Bucky as his practice canvas. After Bucky got the metal arm, Gabe thinks it would be funny to have a matching blue star inked onto Bucky's right arm. While performing a check up on Bucky's arm, Tony notices Bucky's tattoos match the ones that have been mysteriously appearing on Steve's skin and makes the connection.When Bucky gets a tattoo it appears in the exact same place on Steve's body. The two are connected. The question is: How and Why?
Summary: DAY TWELVE: TATTOO SHOP AU Bucky's a bit of a masochist in that sense – needles and the buzz of a tattoo gun have always turned him on... It’s even worse that this client is what they call a ‘needle virgin’. Doesn’t appear to have a piercing anywhere on him (although Bucky could still be surprised; you never know what people have hiding under their clothes), and he’s already made it clear that he has no prior ink. Bucky’s always found something inherently sexy about being the first person to introduce another to that experience. Not all people like it; some can only handle the one tattoo and then they’re done for good, never seen again. Others have the tendency to come back, and Bucky always feels a small sense of pride when he watches those select clients getting more and more added to their bodies – now in love with the art form. And if they happen to be getting tattooed by Clint, or Natasha, or Logan, there’s always that feeling of, But my art went on you first. He has absolutely no problem popping this guy's needle cherry.
Summary: Bucky Barnes leads quite the charmed life. He has a thriving tattoo shop, a son he adores, the world’s best dogs, and a great group of friends — almost all of whom are in relationships. And maybe he'd been the one nudging them towards each other, but there's nothing wrong with a little match-making. The world could use more romance. As for him personally, well, he doesn’t need anyone for the long haul. Not when every girl he meets is someone who he thinks would be perfect for someone else. But then Steve Rogers comes into his shop looking for some ink, and maybe that’s the problem right there. Maybe what he's looking for in a relationship isn't a girl at all.
Summary: Bucky Barnes is the wholesome, handsome boy next door, complete with the engineering major and the beloved younger sister (or three). Steve Rogers is the punk artist loner with an unkindness on his arm and a never-ending fight against the world. His best friend, Natasha, is best left unmentioned, though there are rumors that if you kiss the Black Widow's spider, she'll give you a tattoo for free. But she never said where or what. They shouldn't work together, until they do.
Summary: Natasha gestures to his shoulder. “The scars. The stump. Put some art on it.” “Oh, sure. Great idea. Point me to the magic markers and we’ll make a day of it.” “Cap the sass, Barnes. I mean like a tattoo.”
Summary: Steve Rogers is a good man. His friends have told him so on numerous occasions, but this might actually be more bordering on "stupid" rather than "kind". Because what else would you describe the act of inviting a complete stranger - and thief - into your home over the Holidays? Steve isn't quite sure what to call it himself, but fact is that when it comes to the case of Bucky Barnes, Steve's actually pretty okay with being referred to as an idiot, as long as it keep the other man safe. And to Steve's defence, it had all started out with such good intentions...
Summary: Steve thought that living with a bad tattoo was just one of those things, until a drunken night out with his friends changes that.
Summary: After planning perfect weddings for New York's elite, wedding planner Steve Rogers is ready to find love for himself. But he didn't anticipate falling in love with the tattoo artist who works down the street.
Summary: Steve and Bucky meet in the ER, and then keep meeting in the ER because they are both knuckleheads who keep getting beaten up by other people. Some of the alternative titles to this fic are "DATENIGHT ON THE STITCHING WARD" "A ROOM FOR THIS EMERGENCY" "A HOSPITAL BED FOR TWO" and "THE WAITING ROOM OF LOVE", all courtesy of palavapeite. Yes, in all caps.
Summary: When Bucky got the door shut in his face by a tiny, barely awake blond, he never thought that said tiny blond would become such an important part of his life. Or that he would fall deeply, hopelessly in love with him way too quickly.
Summary: Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos. Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.
Summary: In which skinny!Steve--cosplaying, comic reading, anime loving, all around geek--is studying for his Masters in Art at Pratt university and happens to bump into Clint Barton, an old friend of his who's now roommates with Bucky Barnes, the lead singer of a pretty kick ass punk rock cover band, the Winter Soldiers. Thing is, neither Steve nor Bucky are what they seem. Steve is vivacious, outspoken, and what he lacks in size he most definitely makes up for in personality. He's not really interested in finding anyone serious, but knows what it means to make a commitment work. Bucky, sporting tattoos and piercings and owns the fucking stage like it's nobody's business, is goofy and dorky, shy and bashful, with a habit of falling in love yet has a horrible fear of commitment; go figure. So what does happens when vivacious geek meets shy punk rocker? The first answer is a lot of sex. The second answer...
Summary: Steve's on the worst date of his life. At least the bartender's cute.
Summary: When the man reaches for his drink, Steve can’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on the brief splashes of colour at the man's wrists. They’re gorgeous, swirls of colour and sharp lines disappearing under fabric, and Steve's fingers itch to draw them. The man clears his throat, and Steve's head jerks up, flushing as the man raises an eyebrow at him. He looks down pointedly, and Steve follows his gaze, to where his hand is still firmly wrapped around the cup. "Oh, uh, sorry," Steve mumbles, quickly pulling his hand back, and the man - Bucky, according to the order ticket - grins. "If you're lucky I'll show them to you properly sometime," Bucky says easily, and Steve melts a little at the deep rumble of his voice. He blinks again, goes to respond, but Bucky’s turning, walking away with a sway in his step and a wink thrown over his shoulder. Yeah. Fuck. Steve is gone. -- Or: the one where Steve owns a coffee shop, Bucky's a greenwitch, and neither of them are okay, but they're trying to be.
Summary: Steve is a makeup artist and has to apply fake tattoos on Bucky everyday. It the worst job in the world and the best job in the world all in one.
Summary: Captain America trashes his motorcycle a lot. Tony says he'll fix it, then never gets around to it and just buys him a new one. Steve, the Depression-era kid, can't stand the waste and goes looking for somewhere near him in Brooklyn where he can get his bike fixed. That's how he finds Red Star Bike Repair, and the hot Russian-immigrant bike racer who runs it: all long hair and muscles and tattoos. And for the first time since he woke from the ice, Steve feels a connection to someone; a comfort in the other man's silences and his space, an attraction in his sheer skill at racing. But James Barnes isn't exactly who he seems...
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