Notes

((Political Animals au, post-serum Steve))
TJ huddled into himself as he trudged down the sidewalk of some random ass neighborhood, coming down from his sex and drug induced high, in only a pair of black skinny jeans and his leather jacket at two am, not to mention the fact it was pissing down rain and no more than 45 degrees outside, and that's without the wind and rain chill. He hopped if he walked for long enough he would hit the main road and be able to find his way to a motel or catch a cab. He'd tried calling his brother, ten times in fact, but he wasn't answering and he wasn't about to disturb his mother or father. He didn't need that ass chewing right now. He kicked a bottle, curing himself. He really needed to stop hooking up with guys who were, unbeknownst to him, already in relationships. He shivered and tried to wrap up tighter to keep out the cold and wet, but it wasn't really working. He heard a car in the distance, looking up as the headlights rounded the corner and just as he did so, he stepped on a piece of broken glass. He cursed aloud and hopped for about a foot and a half before he sat down on the curb to pull the glass out, a steady stream of curses still leaving his mouth.

((Political Animals au, post-serum Steve))
TJ shivered huddled into himself and pulled his hood tighter around his head as he trudged down the sidewalk of some random ass neighborhood at two in the morning, coming down from his sex and drug induced high. All he had on was a pair of black skinny jeans and a thin hoodie, which was hardly given that it was absolutely pissing down rain and no more than 45 degrees outside, and that's without the wind and rain chill. He hoped if he walked for long enough he would hit the main road and be able to find his way to a motel or catch a cab. He'd tried calling his brother, ten times in fact, but he wasn't answering and there was no way in hell he was going to call either of his parents. He kicked a bottle, cursing himself. He really needed to stop hooking up with guys who were, unbeknownst to him, already in relationships. He shivered and wrapped the jacket tighter himself in an attempt keep at least a tiny bit warm, but it wasn't really working- he was already soaked to the bone and the rain was coming down harder than ever. He heard a car in the distance and looked up as the headlights came around the bend; and just as he did, he stepped on a piece of broken glass. He cursed aloud and hopped for about a foot and a half before he sat down on the curb to pull the glass out, a steady stream of curses still leaving his mouth. He tossed the glass into the heavy stream of water that was flowing down the side of the street and, grumbling to himself, bundled up some of the arm of his hoodie to put pressure on the wound- which was probably deep enough to warrant a trip to the hospital.

((Strip club AU, Steve's a stripper and Bucky's friends had dragged him to the club for his where he worked for his 21st birthday and hired Steve for the duration of their visit. Steve's body ref: http://tinyurl.com/krvlbfd same hight as Bucky. Replies don't have to match the length. ))
Steve was working up on stage when he saw the guy from the night before walk in and flashed him a smile and a wink as he worked the pole with dissipative ease and grace. He glanced over at him every so often, catching him watching, which only spurred him on further, moving his body in an even more teasing and seductive manner than it had been. after another ten minutes of dancing his stage shift was over so he went back stage to freshen up.
Tonight the manager had decided to go with a military theme for all the outfits. Some were army, some air force, some marines. His was Army inspired and consisted of a short sleeve Army button up-which was, of course, undone- the rank on the sleeve indicating Captain, a pair of matching short shorts, which hugged his curves perfectly, a pair of lace up combat boots, and a hat (like the one in the photo), and a light dusting of glitter that made his features pop. The glitter, for the record, hadn't been his idea, one of the girls had accidentally on purpose sprinkled a fair amount in his hair at the beginning of the night and since then it had gotten onto his face and just everywhere.
Shortly after he came out of the dressing room he started weaving his way through the crowd, making a stop at the bar and ordering the man the same drink he'd had the night before and took it over to him, placing it in front of him as he slid into the bench opposite him. He leant over the table with a grin, "Well, well, well, aren't I lucky? Two visits in two nights?" he teased with a half smirk, looking the brunette over. He really was quite attractive and he hadn't minded giving him a lap dance in the slightest the night before-in fact he'd almost insisted on it-not even because one of his friends had already paid him half. He just genuinely wanted to do it, and it had showed. That was probably the best lap dance he'd ever given anyone. "And your friends didn't even have to drag you this time. I'm flattered," he said with a soft laugh, making eye contact with him, propping his chin up on his hand. "That is, of course, if I'm the reason you came back," he added, raising a brow and biting his bottom lip.


((college au, stripper Steve, replies don't have to match the length))
Shit. Shit shit shit shit. God how was he going to explain this? What must Bucky be thinking? Steve could think about as he danced, barley holding it together and keeping pace with the music. Bucky and a few of his buddies had walked in a little after the beginning of his show and sat down at the bar and he knew Bucky had seen him, how couldn't he have? He looked kinda pissed, jaw clenched and eyes dark as he glared at Steve and downed his beer and a few shots. As soon as he finished his act he hurried back stage to text Bucky, hoping beyond hope that he was just imaging things and it was just someone who looked like Bucky. Unfortunately there was already a text from Bucky waiting for him which read 'Outside. Now.' He cursed and threw his phone back on the couch and pushed his fingers through his hair and pulling at it. He took a deep breath and started cursing under his breath, and tugged on his jeans, which were kinda ripped up, and t-shirt. He calmed himself down slightly and headed out the back door, then to the the front where Bucky was waiting, taking a long drag from his cigarette, arms crossed, foot tapping and looking very, very angry- which he had every right to be, he supposed. He stopped several feet away from the brunette and curled into himself. God he felt like turning around and running away or throwing up but he forced himself to stay. Looking down at his bare feet he swallowed thickly before saying "Hey," his voice barley above a whisper as he braced himself for the yelling he was certain would come. He'd probably get yelled at for coming out side in nothing but jeans and a t-shirt when it was nearly freezing outside, too. He hardly felt the cold though, he was thankful for it even, it helped to keep him from freaking out completely.

((College au, skinny Steve))
Steve sat on the couch, watching Bucky talk about... Something, he wasn't quite sure what it was, he was just listening to the sound of his voice. What ever it was he was very animated about it, which made it all the more pleasing to watch. Steve was on his fifth drink, though really he was drunk by the second. His eyes caught on Bucky's lips, which were fascinating to watch, especially with the way they curled up just barley at the corners when there was a bit of a smile in his words. Then the next thing he knew he was cutting Bucky off...with his lips. When he realized what he was doing, that he was /kissing/ Bucky, he pulled back quickly and jumped to the opposite side of the couch, covering his mouth. "Oh god..." He muttered, his hand falling away so he could speak. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean..." He mumbled, eyes locked on Bucky, horrified by what he'd just done and about what might happen next.

((1940's skinny Steve, unestablished.))
Steve sat on the couch, watching Bucky talk about... Something, he wasn't quite sure what it was, he was just listening to the sound of his voice (he'd stopped listening after he was two thirds through with his second drink, honestly) but what ever it was he was very animated about it, which made it all the more pleasing to watch. Steve was on his fourth drink now, though really he was drunk by the time he was half way done with his second. His eyes caught on Bucky's lips, which were fascinating to watch, especially with the way they curled up just barley at the corners when he smiled as he talked. Time turned into a void and he zoned out completely watching the man's full, pink lips which were just wet enough to have an alluring sheen to them and the next thing he knew he was cutting Bucky off--with his own lips. When he realized what he was doing, that he was /kissing/ Bucky, he jumped back quickly a fingers flying to his lips as he scurried to the opposite end of the couch. "I-I'm sorry, I-" his voice wavered in fear and surprise, his heart hammering in his chest- which was so tight he could barley breath. He swallowed thickly, "I d-didn't mean..." he stammered; so terrified about what might happen next he could feel the onset of a panic attack. "I didn't..." his voice strained as he struggled to stave off the impending attack.

((Modern College au, skinny Steve. Unestablished. Replies don't have to match length. Inspired by this gif http://tinyurl.com/o9spsjy))
It was a lovely day in mid February, they both of them had the day off, and Steve was restless- but he had no clue what he wanted to do so laid on the couch-he wasn't still though, his foot kept tapping and he couldn't get comfortable- and feel the breeze as it came in through the window. Bucky must have gotten tired of his fidgeting because suddenly his coat was thrown onto his torso and Bucky was telling him they were going for a walk- an idea he wasn't opposed to. He hopped up, closed the window and followed Bucky out the door as he pulled on his coat.
He lost track of how long they'd been walking, talking about everything and nothing, which was nice, really. He wished they did this more often. They were a few blocks away from the coffee shop when Bucky grabbed him by the elbow, turning him around and told him to wait. Steve tipped his head to the side, giving a confused look to the brunette, who seemed nervous all the sudden. Bucky started off by taking a deep breath then he began talking about how they've known each other since they were barley out of diapers, and how they'd been through so much together, he was rambling honestly, stalling- or at least as far as Steve was concerned. Bucky always did that when he was nervous and sometimes it was endearing, others it was annoying- right now it was endearing. After about two minutes of his speech, accompanied by his body language, the blush on his cheeks, and the fact he was looking down at the ground more than he was at Steve, he could conclude where this was going; Bucky had done almost the same exact thing with Natasha back in high school, he'd been crushing on her for a couple years and sophomore year he asked her out in this real shy cute way and they ended up dating for three years. He was blushing himself now, and smiling almost uncontrollably. He bit his lip, took a small breath and a step closer to Bucky and leaned up, cutting him off with a long overdue kiss.

I want to apologize for last night. It was out of line. JB ((Post-ws, a few years after he moved in with Steve, unestablished. Bucky has started to remember how he felt about Steve back in the day and realize that he feels the same now and drunkenly kissed him.))

Stranger: Steve's life was looking up. Way up. New apartment, new job. New job at a huge, huge corporation as an "executive assistant" to the CEO. He was a PA. He didn't care, he was a /salaried/ PA who was making forty thousand dollars a year, starting. He figured if was fit for a celebration. He went out with the guys, Dum Dum and Monty encouraging him to drink and get laid. He did. He had probably the best sex of his life, that left him bruised and sore and feeling empty in the very best ways. He left at four am, two and a half hours before work started. He snuck out, and went home to shower and drink a bunch of coffee before work. He walked into the firm that morning, directed toward one of the offices, and stopped short when he walked in. It was the guy from last night, in all his hot glory sitting there in a well tailored suit. The guy who had screwed him six ways to Sunday only hours before, was staring at him with intense eyes and a grin that screamed recognition, that made Steve feel very small and very exited. He was beautiful and the blond would drop to his knees for him just then. Instead, he spoke. "Hello, Sir."