Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.

"Stop," Harry whispered as the smaller man in front of him placed his soft delicate hands on either side of his head. Harry whimpered as he felt another body press his own. "Never..," there was a smirk in the older, shorter man's face, it made Harry's body tremble in delight. He knew it was wrong, he knew that if his family found out about this, they won't hesitate to lock him up. But he couldn't stop himself. Before he could drown himself in his own thoughts, the smaller man placed his chapped yet warm lips on Harry's. He moaned and visibly shivered causing the older man to chuckle. "L-Louis...," Harry moaned. Fuck! Weren't they supposed to be rivals?

꒰COMPLETED꒱ stucky Warning: Strong language "All that Bucky wanted for Steve is true happiness in his life...even if it meant without him." After the hardships of battling Thanos has been finally put to an end, Steve is able to live a normal, happy life. With the love of his life. Which was Bucky's greatest fear of his life. [𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 7:31 pm, 10.31.19] [𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 1:42 am, 7.17.20]

Letters exchanged between Steve and Bucky while he serves time in prison. The letters that quickly drove them to confessing feelings that lingered for years. These were the letters that made Bucky remember. And these were the letters that had them meet again...'till the end of the line.

one where louis has an eating disorder and works at a café. he meets the baker with the big heart, and horrible flirting skills who just wants to know what's wrong with him.

Bucky has feelings for Steve. And that's to say the least. He's hopelessly in love with his best friend. And his best friend is hopelessly in love with Sharon Carter. Bucky tries to live a normal life. Well, as normal as he can get, for being best friend's with Captain America and previously being an assassin himself. He tries to share an apartment with Steve without taking it top personal that Steve is in love with a woman. However, his best intentions always seem to fail him. . .

It's post CA:CW. The Avengers have split, a mysterious organization is hunting down Bucky Barnes, and Team Cap is struggling with their loss of the fight. Instead of going to Wakanda, Bucky decides to stay with Steve for protection. Although everyone is struggling with how to move forward, Steve and Bucky are trying to figure out just how much they mean to each other. - "That's why we do what we do. The choices we make end up making us. And that's what makes us human; each decision, every day, to do something good, to save as many people as we can, even if it's just ourselves. Even if it's just each other. That's the humanity of this." - [Stucky Fanfiction] [Finished] [85,100 words] [58 chapters]

IN WHICH STEVE FALLS IN LOVE WITH HIS DEAD BEST PAL. * COMPLETED BUT UNDER EDITING #79 in "thefeels" 1/4 S. ROGERS X B. BARNES GOODNIGHTGOTHAM © | 2016

(after the movie Civil War) Steve and Bucky must flee together, the Winter Soldiers' enemies wanting to take Bucky down. They grow closer than ever and Steve helps Bucky slowly get his memories back, but they have never told each other their biggest secret: their fellings for each other.

Set after Captain America: The Winter Soldier. Bucky is lost, without a purpose and brainwashed within an inch of his life. S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra have both fallen and without anyone to stop him, Bucky intends to find out who he is - or who he was - before Hydra took away every last inch of him. Steve is left recovering from the catastrophe, but knows that Bucky is still out there, and that Bucky needs his help. Steve will do everything in his power to help his best friend find out who he is again. How far would you go to help your friend recover their mind? How long would you try for? Steve knows it isn't going to be easy, and wants to set Bucky on the road to recovery; but confusion and nostalgia hides around every corner. If Bucky is to find himself once again, Steve is going to have to face some hard truths about how he lost his friend and see him through every step of the way as he recovers, seeing him through the good times, and the bad. They might soon realise that the question "Who am I?" carries so much more than a name and a face.