#captainhoney

by @grandmastattoo

"A hiss as the speeder’s roof lifts and oh, Eddie knows this asshole. Rich boy, pretty as sin, heir to his daddy’s Earth imports business. Papa Harrington has the kind of monopoly there ought to be sanctions against, has his fist around the throats of most of New Indiana. And now here’s the prodigal son, slumming it in the dust of the Munson front yard. A man might get ideas with a thing like that, the kind involving ransoms and the wrong end of a raygun."

It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight. Below are my Top 5 Favorite stories:

the duplicate of a man much better than i

By @yourblueeyedboys (saveourtiredhearts on AO3) with art by @grandmastattoo (CaptainHoney on AO3)

Words: 10434

Rating: mature fic, explicit art

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers

Characters: Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Thor, Sam Wilson

Summary: Steve feels isolated from the Avengers, from Sam, and from the rest of the world around him. Then he's suddenly dragged back into action with the reappearance of Bucky, and all Stark technology blinking the message 'Who Am I?'.

Title: Lake Balaton

Author: @iheartbuckynat

Artist: @grandmastattoo (also see CaptainHoney’s Ao3 page!)

Fic Rating: M

Art Rating: PG

Warnings: Angst; Depictions of murder (nothing gory or overly graphic, but there is some blood). 

Relationships: There is some BuckyNat but that is not the focus of the story.

Characters: Natalia Alianovna Romanova (Black Widow); James Buchanan Barnes (Winter Soldier); 2 original characters.

Word count: 6,224 

Summary: She's known as one of the greatest spies in history - the best of all Black Widows - and she's not undeserving of the title. But she's still human, and she has a past as dark as the rumors make it out to be.

Natasha has her bad days, just like everyone else does.

This is one of them.

Notes: Marvel 616 compliant; set the summer before the Hungarian Revolution in 1956. Natasha is a recent graduate of the Red Room. 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Stranger Things (TV 2016) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Lucas Sinclair, Jason Carver, Henry Creel | One | Vecna Additional Tags: Time Loop, Heavy Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, character study through a funhouse mirror, content warnings for pretty much everything, Violence, Blood, Suicide, Murder, Murder-Suicide, Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, non-graphic drug overdose, implied eating disorder, Henry Creel | One | Vecna is His Own Warning, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, time loops should count as their own warning, eddie is trapped in a time loop, Multiple Perspectives, Non-Linear Narrative, he may be trapped in a timeloop but he's still horny, hitting the ground running with this one, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, a really rank blowjob, Gore, overuse of the word 'viscera', the return of steve's strawberry scented lube, death death so much death, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, apologies in advance Summary:

For reasons that in short are shitty year->several months of awful mental health->better mental health but working 2 jobs I have not been writing or more importantly finishing fic for quite a while. I’m in general in a much better place now but am still not writing as much as I’d like, so in the interest of accountability I thought I’d post a paragraph or two from the beginnings of all the fic drafts I currently have sitting in my google docs. (I also have a lot of non-fic work sitting there that I want to finish as well, but I’m more shy about sharing those.) They’re all Captain America fics and all mainly stucky, and all different genres. I contain multitudes!

Untitled Fantasy/Horror au - currently 3165 words. This is the one I’m most actively working on/invested in at the moment. Will probably end up between 9k-11k

Still, he circles the block with the hardware store a few times, wanting to buy something but not entirely sure what. Security cameras? A gun? He imagines what a gun would sound like going off at the house, how loud it would be in the silence, how the trees would press together around the sound. He shudders, and takes the road to home.

Untitled Noir au - currently roughly half way at 23,000 words, I think will eventually be at least 50k. Needs so, so much editing and planning. Starting writing this literally about three years ago help me (but seriously I will need a beta for this).

It’s late afternoon and I’m in the office, watching the ceiling fan move through the dead air and trying to fish whiskey out of my ice cubes. My phone is doing a perfect impression of an inanimate object and my secretary took the week off to visit family in Hoboken. That was almost a month ago. I must have dozed off a little because when the knock comes at the door I just about fall out of my chair.

Untitled Bull Rider au- currently 1151 words, will probably be about 6k-7k

The next morning, before the sun had decided to make much of anything, Bucky had his first fear that his luck was turning. Gabe woke him by kicking his sleeping bag and saying the truck was broke and they wouldn’t be able to ride together to the next event in Texas, on account of Gabe having to hitch his horse trailer to Dum Dum’s vehicle, and there not being enough room for all of them that would be traveling with Dum Dum already plus Gabe and Bucky besides. So Bucky watched as Gabe’s trailer trundled away up the road, hitched to Dum Dum’s truck, his hangover swelling with the rising sun.

In This Life a Man, Unfolding - Prequel to Beneath the Gilded Head and Iron Palm. Three sentences actually written but the story is fully planned. Hard to judge how long it will end up being but I’m guessing about 8k-9k

The night was black as mould. The moon was a sickly yellow fingernail, hiding behind intermittent clouds. All around the forest rustled with the sounds of nocturnal animals hunting and killing each other.

All I Want for Christmas is You (to Drive Me to New York) - currently 2209 words. It’s September again so I should probably try and finish this by Christmas. May end up being about 10k, I’m planning on sticking all the fluffy tropes in.

The hotels were further away from the airport than Steve had thought. The cuffs of his jeans were soaked from walking through ankle-deep snow and apparently there was a hole in one of his boots because his left sock was very wet. Also his toes were now numb. And his hands. And his face hurt. Was he going the wrong way? He could barely see a few feet in front of him. Where was all the traffic?

Ah.

Steve had somehow wandered onto a field. He said a very loud swear and squinted through the snow, just able to make out a line of headlights in the distance. He started towards them, inventing new and elaborate swears with each and every step. Finally he was back beside the highway, taking the opportunity to duck under the relative safety of a bus shelter.

Untitled 70s Porn Star au - currently 750 words. Will probably never actually write this one because the joke is long, long over.

The man in the shop gives the Asset a disgusted look until it takes several notes of random denomination out of its pocket and points at its face.

‘Help?’ is says croakingly, unsure of correct procedure.

‘What’re you after?’ the man asks, pointing to a chair. He flicks a cloth dramatically around the Asset’s shoulders.

‘LIke... a person,’ it says haltingly.

‘Any person in particular?’ the man says with an amused twitch of the mouth.

‘Someone… people like.’

‘Alright, man. Let me take care of you.’

When the Asset finally leaves its hair has been contained to a slick style not much longer than its ears and a thick strip on its upper lip.