#stuckyficsquad

it was pretty fast, in all honestly. steve’s always been the one to sit down with something and fuck with it until he can work it, and bucky’s curious enough about technological advances to poke and prod until he can use it, then poke more until he understands it

so it starts with them both in their living room, fighting with packaging. steve’s sprawled on the couch, one foot hanging off the side, and bucky’s on the floor, leaning against the couch by steve’s hip. there’s no words between them, just under-the-breath muttering at all the packaging and ties and this and that, and then steve’s phone makes a happy little chime as it boots up, followed shortly by bucky’s

they meet each other’s gaze, steady, then look back at their own phones. then it’s a race, to get it set up, to know what the most apps do, to be proficient with them and know how to pretend they’re not

bucky’s phone gets the first custom background, a picture of them both taken as a distraction. steve’s the first with downloaded music, and the first with custom ringtones. bucky’s got apps, sooooo many apps that he’s not sure how they all fit but starkphones have more memory than they should

bucky works out how to force close apps. steve works out the different locking systems. bucky gets the backups and accounts, steve gets the email, texting, and wireless.

14. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”

One of the worst parts of all this medical crap was not being allowed to see Steve right away when an emergency hit. It made Bucky feel more anxious, uncertain for the things to come his and Steve’s way. Sometimes, said emergencies were actually nothing, while other times, like this one it seems, they were serious shit that will keep him awake for a week or two, or months to come. The boy just shrugged and sat down in the waiting area, moving his feet rythmically with his thinking.

nectar of the gods (and witches too) by witchbarnes

When the man reaches for his drink, Steve can’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on the brief splashes of colour at the man's wrists. They’re gorgeous, swirls of colour and sharp lines disappearing under fabric, and Steve's fingers itch to draw them.

The man clears his throat, and Steve's head jerks up, flushing as the man raises an eyebrow at him. He looks down pointedly, and Steve follows his gaze, to where his hand is still firmly wrapped around the cup. "Oh, uh, sorry," Steve mumbles, quickly pulling his hand back, and the man - Bucky, according to the order ticket - grins.

"If you're lucky I'll show them to you properly sometime," Bucky says easily, and Steve melts a little at the deep rumble of his voice. He blinks again, goes to respond, but Bucky’s turning, walking away with a sway in his step and a wink thrown over his shoulder.

Yeah. Fuck.

Steve is gone.

like steve will be arguing his head off with some asshole, probably someone who’d been making racist comments on the street or something, and steve gets right up in his face and tells him what for

and bucky lets him for a while, because he agrees with everything his boyfriend’s saying, but what he doesn’t agree with is the fact that steve’s tensing up, hands closing into fists, and he looks like he’s about to take a swing. and his fella getting arrested is something bucky won’t stand for, so he steps in, hoists steve up without a word, and walks off. and he knows full well that steve’s only not protesting because he’s pulling the middle finger at the asshole with both hands, still yelling down the street as bucky walks away.

steve “marries” peggy and bucky “marries” angie. no matter how much they love each other and how much howard has in his bank account, they have to keep up the pretenses. they stay together in stark manor, Captain America is a national icon, and awarded a number of medals upon being released, but. but he declines working for the SSR. he wants the life he had before. with bucky. with lots of money and all the time in the world [2/?]

without machine guns and canon-fire, steve and bucky spend weeks just learning one another’s bodies anew. they get the room with the thickest walls - sirens and street noises don’t trigger any ptsd, and they can take the liberty of being as loud as they want to in bed. peggy and angie are kind of like an old married couple at this point, they hobble around with steaming mugs of tea and hot chocolate, in dressing gowns and fluffy slippers [3/?]

so that’s how it is. howard mansion :: steve and bucky tucked away, cuddling and making out and having sexy times, without the war to divert their attention. bucky doesn’t need to find a job or do manual labour, and steve isn’t constantly getting ill. they both remain more or less in shape; bucky gains a few pounds, but they stay relatively the same weight because of the serum [4/?]

peggy works for the misogynists down in the SSR, whenever they give her too much shit, steve or bucky or howard head down and fire whoever is treating her badly. she can usually handle it on her own, but god knows there were some hurdles that couldn’t be leapt. angie leaves the diner and stays with peggy; they spend a lot of time talking and making out and snuggling on the couch together … god bless those two [5/?]

howard still invites women over, men too, gnc. nb, bisexual howard stark is What I Am About. jarvis is very good friends with everybody on the team. everyone is really happy and no one dies we all just live happily ever after

oh my god, and steve’s left standing gobsmacked in the hall as bucky pushes past, doesn’t even say anything, just heads for their bedroom and closes the door

and after about five minutes of confused pining on steve’s part he opens the door to find bucky sitting crosslegged on their bed, wearing one of steve’s massive sweaters and sweatpants and a disgruntled expression as he looks at steve

and before steve can say anything bucky just says you’re an idiot, waits for steve to splutter his way to a half, then repeats you’re an idiot before adding and you made me mad, you’re lucky you’re not sleeping on the couch

and as steve pouts at him bucky picks at the hem of one sweater arm and says you don’t even know what you did before sighing, patting the bed in front of him

and steve goes over, sits very carefully, trying to work out what the hell he did wrong before bucky pokes a finger (flesh, pointy, right on steve’s sternum) and says risk your life for something stupid again and i’m kicking you out blatantly ignoring the fact that it’s steve’s apartment and he’d never do it anyway. the point still stands.

bucky’s had his life taken away, and in the Perfect Future, SHIELD gives him a pension to life off - a really nice one as a “sorry the american/russian/whatever gvnmt. treated u like shit … have some money”. steve drops out of the avengers and gets his own pension to live off. they get an apartment in brooklyn cause ~sentimentality~ and essentially end up living together like the old days, except steve isn’t sick, bucky isn’t working or dating, and they can hold hands … in public … (2/?)

so bucky does A LOT of meditation and spends HOURS a day sitting on the plush lounge room rug, just. sitting. letting his thoughts come and go. sometimes steve joins him, but steve’s healing mainly lies in physical exercise; runs with sam, punchin a bag in the gym … etc. bucky gets his memories back, but obvs he isn’t 1943!buck no more. he likes his hair long and he’s a bit like “this metal arm is kinda :/” but he’s still relatively comfortable in his own body (3/?)

bucky always has a ponytail/bun (wtf is MAN BUN or MAN PONYTAIL its a bun or a ponytail no need to stress how masculine u r?? i love feminism) and he LOVES having his hair washed, E S P E C I A L L Y by stevie so shower time + best time. bucky always smells like a different shampoo. so steve and bucky live and chill 2gether and that’s like it?? i’m not done but they aren’t forced to work for American Captialism they can just chillax for once in a century goddamn lmao (4/?)

so anyways, steve and bucky adopt a pet (which pet? cat? dog? fish? bird? u choose) which hangs out at home. bucky has a sweet tooth the size of texas, so he is C O N S T A N T L Y filling up the fridge with like … candy … pastries … ice cream … you name it bucky’s tried it greek custard is his weakness (5/?)

(there’s one missing idk i get the vibe it’s abt them doing whatever the shit they want and catching up and exploring)

then they spend the whole day doing W H A T E V E R they want - some of their favourites include; reading conspiracy theories about themselves on the internet; catching up on cinema; visiting their own exhibitions at museums; seeing art (holy shit they missed post-modernism?? whaaa); playing with the pet(s?) at home, being chill u no … best friends … until (7/?)

UNTIL one day they are holding hands (touch starved bucky? t o u c h s t a r v e d b u c k y ? TOUCH STARVED BUCKY!?!??!) at their own museum … covert operation … full gear … i.e. the cap & sunglasses combo …. (8/?)

when some asshole is like “haha what a bunch of homos” and steve is like “bbucky don’t entertain him jjust leave it just leave it iits ffine bbcuuuuuckkyyyyyyyyy sootooopppp but bucky yanks off his cap & sunglasses, says “ay fella, fuck you” to the asshole, grabs steve’s cheeks and jjust ffucking kisses him right there and everyone is staring bc that’s bucky barnes kissin steve rogers holy shit “that homo enough 4 u?” bucky asks and drags steve by the hand … away from the crowd … (9/?)

they get home … bucky is like “shit steve i’m sos sry if that was unprecedented i-” mmmm but steve kisses the shit out of his best friend and bucky’s hands curl <3 around <3 steve’s shirt <3 and they don’t do anything sexual or nothin just kiss for a bit and … nothing changes? they still hold hands and chill all day, except n ow …. with tongues and …. orgasms. good times. (10/10)

this is already super long but like !!!!!!!

bucky just settling in against steve, fingers curled tight in steve’s shirt as steve grips his hip tightly, and they don’t go anywhere, standing in the hall, lips sliding over each other’s soft and slow. after a few minutes it picks up, deepens, a flick of his tongue letting steve coax bucky’s mouth open, soft little noises in the back of his throat as bucky opens for him

and then instead of getting heavier and heavier, it slows down, steve pressing soft, chaste kisses to the corners of bucky’s lips, then sliding his lips back over bucky’s mouth proper, kissing him again.

and then steve’s free hand is in bucky’s hair, guiding his head back just a little, and bucky lets out a soft sigh, and they just kiss and kiss and kiss until steve’s stomach grumbles like the mood-breaker it is