snowflake challenge: day 2
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starlessfutureDay 2
Rec at least three fanworks that you didn’t create. Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post if you feel comfortable doing so.
so... my last three bookmarked stucky fics. they all happen to be short snappy lil things but impactful in their own ways.
Anything you want by obsessivereader (M), 1384 words
If Steve still did that sort of thing, he’d be praying to God and all the saints in heaven that Bucky doesn’t shift any further back on his lap, because if he does, he’s going to get poked in back of the head by Steve’s erect cock.
This is not what he was expecting when he offered to work with Bucky and his therapist on the whole touching thing.
territorial by mcwho (E), 2734 words
Most of the world thinks his behaviour stretches to ‘protectiveness’ and stops there, because everyone knows by now how Steve gets when you hurt the people he cares about. That Steve would tear the word apart for him if he had to. Bucky knows this.
And God help him, Bucky loves it.
“He wasn’t – ah, Jesus, fuck, Steve, we weren’t even doing nothing, I barely even looked at the guy,” Bucky gasps, spluttering with breathless giggles as Steve gnaws on his neck, beard scratching against his skin.
"Steve?" Bucky leans against the kitchen doorway looking sleep-rumpled and soft, adorable even when he's glaring. He's wearing one of Steve's old shirts, some triple-XL monstrosity from a charity 5K a few years ago. It's stretched out enough that it's slipping off Bucky's shoulder just a little, exposing the scarred curve of his collarbone. The metal gleams dully in the yellow light from the streetlamp outside the kitchen window, and Steve's heart turns over in his chest with a clumsy thud.
"Hey," he rasps, swallowing hard to keep the emotion welling up behind his ribs from spilling over onto his face. "Hey, baby. Sorry, I was trying not to wake you."
