27 Dec 2020
Bucky’s eyes fall on a DM from a Twitter user that hasn’t ever interacted with his highly secret ‘model account’ — where, under the pseudonym ‘Winter,’ he teases and sells artistic photos of himself from the mouth down, in very naked and compromising positions — but one that he knows instantly. One that he knows well.
User @art_mad91. The dorkiest username in the world. A personal twitter account, with no real name attached to it, belonging to one Steven Grant Rogers.
Steve, Bucky’s best friend in the entire world, and the secret love of his life since they lost their virginities to each other when he was seventeen, just DMed Bucky on his porn account.
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
12 Dec 2020
Steve Rogers bought a beautiful old fixer-upper from its oddly hasty owners, eager to make it his new home, only to discover it came with a feral cat and an angry ghost who wanted him gone. But Steve had never met a challenge he didn't like, and he wasn't going anywhere.
Bucky Barnes, the only domovoi in New York, could not believe those idiot kids sold their ancestral home and left him useless in its hearth. Now he had some tiny asshole invading it and tearing it apart—but even weakened, he had a few tricks that would surely scare any human off. Any human, that was, except Steve.
A story of the magic in the restoration of heart(h) and home, a very grumpy and very adorable Bucky, and the tiny stubborn man he couldn't help but fall in love with.
- Part 1 of Crooked Little House
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19 Nov 2020
Steve Rogers has more money than he knows what to do with, a gorgeous penthouse apartment, and two beautiful girls who have terrorised every previous nanny into resignation. Bucky Barnes is an accomplished sex worker with a mountain of ill-advised debt, who just so happens to have helped raise his four sisters alongside his mother.
It's a common mistake to make, thinking the beautiful man at your door is the new nanny for your twin girls and not an escort hired by your friend to keep you company for the night.
It felt so good, domestic, and right, Bucky wanted to cry. As if they were dating for years, they fell into the role so easily. Bucky had never felt this relaxed and safe, but Steve just made him feel like this without even trying. Bucky snuggled deeper into his embrace with a smile on his face.
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“You should. I’m the professional, you can trust me.”
“I don’t know about that. You seem quite nefarious to me. Preying on clueless customers and trying to draw them into your yarn cult. That’s what’s going on. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing.”
|| Or, the one where Steve owns a yarn shop and Bucky is the clueless customer trying to buy his sister's birthday present.
AKA Steve and Bucky are sweater wearing dumb dorks
AKA the author projecting her niche interests onto her faves as a paper thin premise for them to fall in love.