Stucky One Shots

Crazy Little Thing Called Love

"This thing, called love, I just, I can't handle it. This thing, called love, I must, get 'round to it, I ain't ready. Crazy little thing called love," Steve sang softly as he and Bucky swayed to their song. It was two in the morning, the night was lovely and they were in their pajamas. Bucky smiled and kissed his neck lightly.

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"There goes my baby! He knows how to rock and roll, he drives me crazy! He gives me hot and cold fever, then leaves me in a cool cool sweat," Steve sang, pointing at Bucky, who smiled and rolled his eyes. The blonde did the guitar part and Bucky bobbed his head along to it, smiling. Steve grinned up at him and the brunette returned the favor.

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"This thing, called love, it cries, in a cradle all night. It swings, it jives, it shakes all over like a jelly fish. I kinda like it, crazy little thing called love," Steve sang and Bucky joined in, his voice blending beautifully with Steve's. Bucky grinned and grabbed Steve's hands and twirled him around through the park as the rain fell down, the song played through his mind as they kissed.

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"We gotta be cool, relax, get hip, get on our tracks. Take a backseat, hitchhike, and take a long ride on my motorbike until I'm ready. Crazy little thing called love," Steve sang quietly, he squeezed Bucky's hand as the brunette sat stone still, ashen faced as he was delivered the news that he had a life threatening disease. Steve kissed the side of his head and Bucky leaned into him.

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"Here comes my baby, and he knows how to rock and roll. He drives me crazy," Steve whispered with a small smile, looking at the brunette, who smiled weakly and clutched his hand. "Gives me hot and cold fever, keeps me in a cool cool sweat." Bucky sang quietly, his voice small, weak sounding. Steve hugged him close and sighed.

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"This thing, called love, it cries, in a cradle all night. It swings, it jives, it shakes all over like a jellyfish, I kinda like it. Crazy little thing called love," Steve sang on a good day, a day when Bucky laughed and smiled. They'd gone to a skating rink and stayed close together.

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"This thing... called love, I just, I can't... handle it," Bucky coughed on what he was sure was his death bed. Steve sat on his right and held his hand gently, the other running through his hair.

"This thing, called love, I must, get 'round to it. I kinda like it," Steve continued in his stead as Bucky smiled sadly. "C-crazy little thing called love..." Steve's voice cracked as Bucky's eyes slid shut. A sob rang out and Steve clutched his hand tightly as tears rained down his face.

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Steve hummed the tune to the song as the doctor stepped out of the room. His eyes widened and he sobbed as the doctor explained then put a hand on his shoulder.
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Bucky lived. It truly was a miracle and Steve believed in good luck. Steve sobbed because he thought it would never happen, but it did.

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"This thing, called love, I just, I can't handle it, I kinda like it!" Steve sings and Bucky grins.

"Crazy little thing called love. Crazy little thing called love. Crazy little thing called love," they sing. Bucky smiles up at the blonde.

"I love you, Steve."

"Love you too, baby."