thestuckylibrary | MODS’ READS: NOVEMBER 2018

Here’s the list of everything the Mods have read this past month!

Mod Blue

Sunshine's Gifts by Quarra, wearing_tearing (complete | 52,501 | E)

“Who are you?” Steve asks, eyes bright with anger and cheeks flushed with heat.
Bucky laughs.
His warrior, his Steve, is as brave and as incredible as Bucky thought him to be.
“Is this how you offer me thanks for saving your life?” Bucky grins, delight making him giddy and playful. “Pinning me to the ground without even a proper courtship first?”
*
Or: Bucky is Horny. Steve likes his big rack.

(Not Quite) All The Small Things by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (oneshot | 4,096 | T)

Bucky was used to finding Steve in alleys. Not every day, thank baby Jesus and all the saints or he’d be as grey as Mrs Milligicutty, but often enough.
The thing about Steve in alleys was, it meant finding Steve in fights. Or finding Steve after fights, bloody and bruised, picking gravel and dirt out of his skin, having come off third best in a two-person punch-up. Sometimes, not often, but sometimes, it meant finding Steve standing, bruised but unbowed, glaring down some hapless meathead who’d underestimated just how much sheer goddamned never-say-die was packed onto those skinny bones.
That was Steve in alleys. Not this hunched over sack of glare, facing down a mangy orange tom cat that was glaring right back and trying to dart past his legs.

A Soft Place to Land by alby_mangroves, Pineau_noir (complete | 41,953 | E)

Bucky Barnes grew up thinking he could do anything, and is coming to terms with the fact that his parents might have oversold the idea of being an adult. He's an average 30-something Brooklynite with an average job, an average life, and a (smaller than) average apartment. So, he compares his life to the colorful Instagram pictures his friends post while longing for the excitement and brightness of their online presences.
Steve Rogers has his dream job as a master stylist at the Red Room Salon, along with his dream apartment, and almost his dream life. Except, he's terrified of getting too close to people after his last real relationship left him self-conscious of being too hard in both personality and body type. While most of the emotional wounds have healed, their scars still linger.
What happens when Steve and Bucky meet one night over an accidental gesticulation gone wild alongside a smack in the face?
(Or: the meet-ugly with soft!Bucky; unicorn!haired Steve; good bros Sharon, Nat, and Bobbi; human disaster Clint Barton; everyday hero Sam; plus a side of Spideypool. There's smut, feels, and a story that's a bit more autobiographical than the author intended.)

Through The Woods by alby_mangroves, recalibrates (complete | 64,082 | E)

There’s a legend in Mansewood, nearly as old as the town itself, about a pack of werewolves that once lived in the forest. They say only one survives; a monstrous and snarling beast with fur like a blizzard and fangs the size of daggers. They say it guards the lands and all creatures in it, and no hunter has faced it and lived to tell the tale.
Steve doesn’t care about any of that. He only wants to know if it prefers T-Bone or ribeye, and would it please stop tracking dirt through his house? He just mopped the floor.
Part 1 of Through The Woods

Long Off Skies by eyres for superhumandisasters, armangelus (complete | 30,701 | M)

Bucky’s daily circuit, without fail, takes him to the small plot of land where Steve is buried. Brooklyn’s ghostly ruins are the perfect setting for the once proud tombstone, now battered and sloping from wind and grit.
Sometime in the future, Earth has been left uninhabitable after a long alien war. The few humans remaining fled to the skies, leaving only Bucky Barnes behind to monitor the dying planet.
Then, a very much alive Steve Rogers crash lands at his front door.

Big Teeth, Small Kiss by capsiclemycaptain, earthseraph, SgtGraves (oneshot | 17,350 | T)

Bucky Barnes is a veterinarian by day, omen of death that wanders the beach by night. One fateful morning he meets Steve Rogers in all his muscular glory, cuddling a full grown labrador like it’s a yorkie, and Fuck. This man cannot die.

The Twilight Bark (And Other Things Bucky Has To Deal With On A Daily Basis) by spacebuck (oneshot | 36,571 | E)

Steve Rogers: I couldn’t say no to this little guy, so I guess he’s coming home with me!
The picture below it is an overexcited looking dog, barely older than six months, shoving its nose through the bars of a shelter gate. The tweet already has twenty thousand retweets, a few thousand more likes, and nearly three thousand comments. Bucky can’t help himself, leads in hand, and he leans a shoulder against the doorjamb and taps the comment field.
bbarnes: if you’re ever in need of a walker I’d be happy to take the lil guy on, nyc based and rescues are my thing!
--
Steve Rogers is a bonafide superhero, followed by nearly a million people on Twitter, not that he’s all too active considering saving the world usually comes first. When he takes on a rescue dog, dog walker Bucky can’t help but leave a message in Steve’s twitter thread, never expecting the DM that comes his way.
With that one tweet, Steve and his new fuzzball Duke tip Bucky’s life upside down, but Bucky’s not sure he’d have it any other way - especially if he can do something about the shadows lurking behind Steve’s smile.

Scents and Sensibility: The Working Assassin's Guide to Supersoldier Seduction by galwednesday, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt (complete | 93,217 | E)

Captain America wakes up from the ice in 2013. The Winter Soldier wakes up in 2009, or rather defects from HYDRA, for a value of defect that’s closer to decimate. He ends up working for SHIELD. In April 2014, he’s assigned to Captain America’s mission as a sniper.

Steve’s just trying to get some kind of life together. Bucky is too, or at least he was until tall, blond and Captain shows up and starts just - being there, all the time.It’s terrible. It’s the worst. He has to do something about it.

The Necrofloranomicon by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen) (complete | 47,569 | T)

Bucky didn't want much. Just to keep his head down, to sell his scavenged flowers in peace, and to stay off Shield's radar. His life would have been a lot easier if his flowers weren't dead and if being a necromancer wasn't illegal, but easy or not, he was getting by. Steve didn't want much, either. He was happy working for Shield, he had good friends, and overall his life was going just about the way he wanted it. Problem was, being happy with your life was generally an invitation for fate to throw a spanner in the works—and in Steve's specific case, it was going to be a spanner named Bucky.
(A love story about flowers, trust, and magic and the choices we make about doing what's right.)

Chi Canta è il Mio Cuore by velvetjinx (oneshot | 21,136 | E)

In the heart of Renaissance Florence, an artist becomes embroiled in a world of intrigue and violence, and an assassin battles the forces of evil while searching for his family. But in the end, will the greatest risk either of them takes be with their hearts?

some say it makes the world go round by mambo (complete | 22,916 | T)

Steve Rogers is a professor just appointed to a tenure-track position at Triskelion College.
Bucky Barnes is the writer-in-residence there.
Steve doesn't mean to fall in love.

Mod Julia

Nature's Masterpieces by stevergrsno (noxlunate) (oneshot | 2,082 | G)

“Snow.” Ella says solemnly, pointing towards the window and the white fluff drifting down to gather in piles outside.
“Yep. That’d be the fluffy cold white stuff out there.” Steve agrees, “We can go play in it when Pops comes home.”
Ella sighs in a way that Steve is 110% sure she’s gotten from Bucky, presses a hand to Steve’s face and says, “Daddy, listen.”
In which Steve has a precocious as hell three year old, snow ball fights are had, snow angels are made, and the future is talked about.

Viable Tactical Moves by bangyababy (oneshot | 1,000 | T)

“What I did was a perfectly viable tactical move.”
“And how the fuck do you figure that?”
Steve crossed his arms. “You were aroused and not completely focused. I took the opportunity presented to me.”
Steve and Bucky sparring.

Found: One Bicycle by gracie137 (oneshot | 8,717 | T)

Bucky Barnes posted in Overheard at Middlebury College:
Hello fellow students! Basically in my drunken stupor last night I came across a bicycle. Being rather intoxicated and far from home I decided the logical thing to do was ride it back. I can assure you all that both me and the bike survived this adventure and are in perfect condition!! I now however have no use for for said vehicle and have realised that someone is probably pretty upset about having lost it. Anyway, if you can correctly identify the bike’s make and colour, slide into my DMs and I promise to return it to you!! Thanks for the ride xoxo

You can't hurry love by obsessivereader (oneshot | 8,547 | E)

“Jesus!” Steve hurries forward. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Before he’s even halfway into the room, the man’s already on his feet and turning around. He has a face as perfect as his ass. High forehead, square jaw, pink lips with a hint of a natural pout. Short, wavy, dark brown hair. His wide, deep-set eyes are a clear and luminous gray. Those eyes widen as the man takes in the sight of Steve staring at him.
Something about that wide-eyed, slightly nervous look catches at Steve’s memory. “Bucky?”
Steve remembers a shy, sweet teenager, with soft round cheeks, eyes too big for his face, and a wild head of hair. If this really is Bucky, some time in the last few years, he grew into his face and is now so gorgeous that Steve’s having a little trouble breathing. The lean, toned body beautifully displayed by a black shirt and gray pants don’t help the breathing situation either.
“You… have a beard now,” Bucky says faintly.
or, Bucky finally gets to do something about his decades-long crush on his best friend's older brother...

I’ll Bleed Out For You by wintercaps (oneshot | 4,969 | E)

Steve has never wanted anything the way he wants Bucky to keep cutting him and being sweet on him while he does so.

Of Feasts And Family by stevergrsno (noxlunate) (oneshot | 2,606 | G)

“Nothing?” He sounds almost… offended? Steve might not know the dude, but he’s pretty sure this random alpha sounds offended that Steve’s plans for Thanksgiving involve Steve, a frozen pizza, and watching the parade on tv.
“That’s what I said,” Steve says, squinting at Sam’s list for a moment before grabbing two bags of marshmallows, “What, you’ve never had a nice boring Thanksgiving home alone with some Digorno?”
The man makes a horrified noise and softly repeats Steve, “Home. Alone. Digorno,” in the way that people repeat something when they're expecting it to somehow change.
In which Steve Rogers meets Bucky Barnes and somehow spends Thanksgiving with him the next day.

home is just another word for you by glim (oneshot | 3,223 | G)

After ten years of letters, emails, text messages, and Skype calls, Steve finally comes home.

rosemary and time by layersofsilence (oneshot | 4,067 | T)

How do you feel about dragging James and Steve into a date?
Sam chuckles, and then checks over his shoulder; Steve is by the door fending off a customer. I feel very positively about that, he replies. We’re closing up now, i’ll ttyl
He puts the phone down to get back to the backroom, but not before a last message comes onto his screen: Sure thing, accompanied by a ;)
in which: steve and bucky are absolute disasters, and sam and nat bond over managing them. for happy steve bingo 2018

jamais vu by Claudia_flies (oneshot | 13,856 | E)

They’re all gathered in the top floor private conference room because Tony wants to set up a Strike team, and he’s making some really excellent points. The Avengers aren’t a stealth operation, Steve has to admit.
He just doesn’t like it.

Steve Rogers and the minefields of social media by cpt_winniethepooh (oneshot | 1,795 | T)