I’ve been meaning to post this for about… two weeks
now. It’s just been one of those fortnights/months/years.
The insanely talented @hundredthousands-art blew
me away with this gorgeous picture of Alpine in all her snide glory, complete with the infamous Christmas hat, mug and ribbon (that found a deliciously hot second purpose in life…) Just like fic!Bucky, I don’t know how to feel. Part of my wants to snuggle the cute cat, and another part of me is just endlessly distrusting of her.
For anyone who hasn’t read it, you can check the series
out here on Ao3.
“Hey, girl,” Steve said, crouching down low to scratch Alpine behind the
ears. “How’s it going?” Alpine was a fluffy mess under Steve’s hands, rubbing
and pressing and meowing like she was the one with a hard-on trapped in jeans
that were already far too tight.
Bucky watched with a combination of amusement and mild displeasure at
When his frequent booty call is nice to his insufferable cat, Bucky starts
to worry that his blood is rushing back up to his head.
“Late night infomercial Cap performer?” Bucky asked in one last,
ditch-all effort to force this insanity to make sense. “Documentary reenactor?”
Steve didn’t look amused, so Bucky took that as a no.
When Bucky’s fuckbuddy (who is inexplicably nice to Bucky’s asshole of a
cat) wants to attach strings to their relationship, a whole world of secrets
trickle into the light of day. Including, but not limited to, Bucky’s love of
Be sure to check them out, and send HT all the love for the amazing art.