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i know the rain like the clouds know the sky

MacksDramaticShenanigans

Peace. It isn't a feeling Dean's very used to, the last two decades of his life being the chaotic, apocalyptic, traumatic mess that they were. But the last couple of months... they've been his first real taste of that. Of the calm after the storm. Of easy days, of settling down and moving slow, of being worry-free. Well, relatively worry-free. There may not be any big bads looming over them and the last of the apocalypses may be behind them, but he's still got a husband with a rebellious streak a mile wide, a brother and a sister-in-law who both encourage it far more than they should (and can get into a fair amount of trouble themselves too), and a once-capital-G-god-turned-four-year-old-toddler to take care of and keep entertained. So yeah, maybe not entirely worry-free. It's good though. It's really good. For the first time in Dean's life, he's at peace with it. He's happy.

[mitsususu]

But I can weather the storm, I’ve got my love to keep me warm. It’s cold outside! Snuggle up and share that body heat. Below are my Top 5 Favorite stories:

“right hand to god” (E, 1k) by rohkeutta

Steve strokes his stomach idly, and Bucky closes his eyes and tries to relax further into Steve’s hold and stop the occasional shivers. Then Steve’s hand drifts lower, pressing against Bucky’s groin through the layers, and he asks in a barely audible voice, “Want me to warm you up properly?”

“I’m not getting out of this damn bag just so we can fool around,” Bucky whispers back.

+ WW2. What’s better than cuddling for warmth? Getting a hand job at the same time. 

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“Breaking the Ice” (E, 6k) by Dira Sudis

It always hurt like this when he came out of the ice. Freezing to death was peaceful at the end, but waking up was fire and pain and this horrible helpless shaking every time. This was the first time he'd had someone to hold on to, though.

+ Post WS. Bucky gets separated from the team in Antartica. Steve finds him, warms him up, and clears up a misunderstanding

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“Two Colors, White and Gold” (E, 36k) by Carelica

He’s here, he’s alive. His hand is on a tree.

+ Alt WS, post-apocalyptic. Bucky wakes up in an abandoned base in Siberia, regains his memories, gets a wolf companion, carves out a home, and reunites with Steve

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“I’ve Got My Love To Keep Me Warm” (E, 5k) by MacksDramaticShenanigans

"Steve."

It’s Bucky. A glance at the clock shows Steve that it’s twelve thirty. Why the hell was he still awake? How the hell was he still awake?

“Steve,” Bucky repeats, his whisper practically a hiss. “I know you’re awake.”

“Why are you awake?” Steve whispers back.

“C’mere,” Bucky says, ignoring Steve’s question.

“What?”

“C’mere,” he says again and then scoots to the side and gently pats the space beside him. “I can see you shaking, Stevie. Get your ass up here or I’ll drag you up here myself.” His tone tells Steve that he’s completely serious about that threat. Threat or not, however, Steve doesn’t hesitate this time, squirming out of the sleeping bag and tiptoeing over to Bucky’s mattress. Sharing a bed means sharing body heat, and Steve can’t deny that that sounds like absolute heaven right now. (So does the fact that he’s sharing with Bucky, but that’s not the point.)

+ Modern AU. The only thing worse than getting hard when spooning with your crush is getting hard spooning your crush in a room full of sleeping friends. 

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“Warmth in Winter” (E, 1k) by theladyingrey42

Steve always put up the token protest, but they ended up this way as often as not in the winter, sharing covers and space and heat and not freezing to death. If anyone were to walk in, it would seem reasonable, even.

It was the best.

+ Pre-WW2. Bucky shares Steve's bed to warm him up. Steve wakes up very warm and very aroused. 

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*More cuddling for warmth stories in the Handler Steve list

[mitsususu]

Happy Halloween! Haunted Houses, Trick-or-treating, costume parties, and candy! Below are my Top 5 Favorite stories:

“#halloween” (T, 2k) by englishghosts

After countless pictures of #tbt's of girls with sugar skull makeup and tons of “Welcome, October”, and so much orange his brain hurt, there was an ass. Bucky had to double check it was an ass, because he didn't think anyone would… but there it was, in all its glory, a nice round ass below a bony waist, and painted as a Jack O'Lantern. With glitter.

+ Modern AU. Bucky hires an artist to be his boyfriend so they can win the best decorated house competition. If the artist happens to be super cute, well that’s just a bonus

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“We Got a Loving’ Thing” (G, 6k) by MacksDramaticShenanigans

Steve’s trying to think of a good response that doesn’t make him sound pathetic in front of Brock when a flash of leather catches his eyes. His Sandy. The man is only a few feet away, and before Steve can think his actions through he’s striding towards the man and sliding an arm around his waist, pulling him into his side.

Sandy looks like he’s about to say something— probably ask who the hell Steve is and what he’s doing, which would blow the lid off of Steve’s lie. Brock doesn't need more to taunt him about.

So Steve does what any normal person would do. He pulls Sandy in by the waist and leans in to lay one on him.

+ Modern AU. Fake dating, Bucky in leather pants, and more making out than required 

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“Steve is a Fuckin Hot Ghost, Okay?” (NR, 7k) by itsmylifekay and WhatTheBodyGraspsNot

It’s that time of year again. Changing leaves. Hay rides. Haunted houses that scare Bucky so much that his friends have never been able to get him to set foot in one. It would be fine if it wasn’t a yearly tradition...being within arm’s reach of entering the house and then having Bucky wimp out at the last second. But this year is different. This year he’s going to prove to himself that he can do it, even if he’s doing it by himself. Or maybe, he realizes after nearly fainting from the new presence of one Steve Rogers behind him, he doesn’t necessarily have to be alone.

+ Modern AU. Bucky is having a Real Bad Time and Steve thinks he’s hilariously adorable

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“march of the pumpkins” (G, 2k) by silentwalrus

Halloween in Brooklyn, bog witch style.

+ Post WS. Magic Bucky and his sentient pumpkins. You’ll never look at seeds the same 

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"No Guts, No Glory” (NR, 4k) by pornographicrainbowlegs

“Bucky,” the man says after a moment.

“Bless you,” Steve responds.

“No,” the man laughs heartily. “Bucky, it’s my name.”

This meet cute follows Steve through his various pumpkins tragedies and meeting the cute pumpkin boy, Bucky.

+ Modern AU. Steve buys giant pumpkins and joins a pumpkin carving class

*More spooky stories in the Holiday Sampler, Ghosts, magic, and all three werewolf lists 

[mitsususu]

The Festival of Lights! Grab the family, spin the dreidel, and load up your plate with latkes. Below are my Top 5 Favorite stories:

“A Little More Light” (G, 7k) by MacksDramaticShenanigans

“C’mon, Stevie. There’s no way I’m lettin’ you spend the holidays all alone. Besides, Ma’s expectin’ you, and if you don’t show she’s gonna be real upset,” Bucky prods, poking his toe into Steve’s side. They’re sprawled out on Steve’s ratty old sofa, Steve perched on one end, intently focused on whatever he’s drawing in that sketchbook of his, while Bucky takes up the rest of the couch by stretching across the cushions.

Steve’s pencil stills against the page, and he sets it down, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips as he fixes a thoroughly unimpressed stare onto Bucky. “Using your Ma to guilt me into crashing your holiday celebrations is a dirty, dirty trick, Barnes.”

“How many times do I hafta tell you, you ain’t crashin’ anything. We want you there,” Bucky assures, and bends down so his head falls into Steve’s line of sight, which has dropped back down to his sketchbook. Bucky’s practically lying in his lap now, and he reaches a hand up to touch Steve’s cheek, soft and gentle. “I want you there.”

+ Pre-WW2, The Barnes family take in Steve for the holidays

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“For you have returned my soul within me” (M, 26k) by JHSC

Steve walks away from him, leads him out of the burning factory and into the surrounding forest, the air thickened by smoke and tension, and Bucky follows. He watches the newly-straightened line of Steve's back, the newly-broadened span of his shoulders, and thinks, There weren't supposed to be any more miracles when the temple fell.

Maybe this one slipped through.

+ TFA through CW, hurt/comfort Bucky healing through community. The one where Steve lights eight menorahs 

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“The Giving Candle” (G, 3k) by Fandoms_are_my_lifestyle

To Steve, Hanukkah - or Chanukah, as the Barnes referred to it - meant spending time with Bucky's family in their tiny three bedroom apartment, the smell of Mama Barnes's fried potato pancakes filling every nook and cranny of the room. It meant listening as Bucky taught Rebecca the traditional Hebrew songs his mother had taught him, which her mother had taught her, even if Steve didn't understand any of the words.

It meant leaning into Bucky's chest, watching the candles burn lower and lower, and enjoying the closeness as their mothers whispered in the background.

Not all of Bucky's memories are back - specifically, not the ones of them from before the war. Bucky knows who he is, for the most part, but he doesn't remember Them, and it hurts. It hurts because he has Bucky back, but not really, not in the way Steve wants him, and they aren't sure he'll ever remember.

It hurts, but Steve's okay. As long as he has Bucky, he's okay.

+ Alt CW, everyone lives in the tower and Bucky remembers

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“The Toy Box” (G, 1k) by mambo

Bucky, a toy maker, helps a new single father make something special for his adopted twins.

+ Modern AU, Steve wants his godkids to have something for their first Hanukkah together

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“sun falls moon lights” (G, 1k) by silentwalrus

'Tis the season.

+ Post WS, Part 4 of the Bucky gets his groove back series, but can be read alone.  

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*More Hanukkah fics in the Alpha Steve and Becca Barnes lists

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To What We Might Do

He looks scared. More scared than Eddie’s ever seen him before. He looks nervous, too, and Eddie didn’t think it was even possible for Richie Tozier to get nervous.

But there he is. Looking like he's going to shit his pants or throw up all over himself. Eddie would be more worried about that if he still thought Richie was drunk.

He watches as Richie twists his fingers together in front of him, picking at his cuticles and nails, curling and uncurling them into his palms, leaving little half-moon crescents each time he does.

Eddie stifles the urge to reach over and still Richie’s hands. He thinks the touch might spook him.

“Eddie, I’m…” and Richie stops there. He looks pained. His lips are still parted, like he wants to finish his sentence but the words are stuck. Like they're lodged in the back of his throat and he can’t get them out no matter how hard he tries.

Before Eddie can reassure him that it’s okay to take his time, that he’ll still be here listening, Richie moves so suddenly he’s nothing but a blur.

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ao3 update!! evensdramaticshenanigans --> macksdramaticshenangians

hey hey, just wanted to let y’all know that i’ve updated my ao3 url from evensdramaticshenanigans to macksdramaticshenanigans!

i wanted to make it fandom neutral but also i didn’t want to drastically change it, so there we go!