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Steve—devastating, dangerous, infuriating—smirks. He takes two steps forward before bending at the knee, lowering his ass to the edge of the mattress with confident precision, settling onto it as easily as he might have if this bed were not Bucky’s, but Steve’s.
“Don’t worry about what I need yet, Buck. I’ll be here when you get out.”
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January 2024 Stucky Fics
Completed
The Things We Hide (Rated: E, Words: 109K) by ThePirateStorm / @fsbc-librarian
Summary: Bucky looked at Steve. Steve carefully did not look at Bucky. “You didn’t tell him?” Becca asked, pausing in the doorway. Steve shook his head. “He only just got here. Besides, I thought you would have told him over the phone,” Steve grumbled, now also carefully not looking at Becca. “He is also standing right the fuck here,” Bucky snapped. “In case you both forgot.” “Steve,” Bucky started, quietly, purposely not looking at either of them now. “Why is Becca your doctor?” Neither Steve nor Becca answered him. Bucky looked up. Becca was watching Steve, who was staring intently at a wrinkle in the sheet covering the bed he was sitting on. “Why is Becca your doctor right now?” He asked again, more forcefully, this time looking to his sister. “And why are we in the fucking family rooms?” ***** Steve’s a marathon runner. He’s still friends with his ex-alpha, his life revolves around training, work, and Bucky, his best friend. He’s also 6 months pregnant and he doesn’t know who the sire is. If he ignores his problems, they’ll go away, right?'
Wanna Be Your End Game (Rated: E, Words: 23K) by KirkApologist
Summary: "Brooklyn, baby!" Bucky types up an Instagram post. "It was so great to be home. Y’all were the best crowd I could’ve asked for on the last night of the US tour. I’m going to miss the hell out of all of you. Get ready, Italy! I’m coming for you next month. And @StevenGrantRogers - my DMs are open. Ball’s in your court - er, zone? 🏈" Before he can second-guess himself, Bucky attaches a few photos from the concert and hits post. Then promptly tosses his phone away as if burned by it. * The one where Bucky's a world-famous popstar, and Steve is the NFL player who sweeps him off his feet.
young hearts, out our minds (Rated: T, Words: 2K) by junko (orphan_account) / @ladydent
Summary: Bucky posts a selfie of the two of them in bed to his instagram. He hashtags it #goodmorningamerica. Sam Wilson and Pepper Potts retweet it to their twitter accounts.
a question of expertise (Rated: E, Words: 2K) by mwestbelle / @villainsexuale & Fancomic by piumpoetam / @pium-poetam
Summary: Steve has criteria for losing his virginity. Bucky knows somebody who meets them.
The Long Way: A Stucky Fancomic (Rated: T) by BeaArthurPendragon / @beaarthurpendragon & LittleWolf82
Summary: After Thanos is defeated, Steve doesn't stay in the past. This is the story of where he and Bucky go next. Seven pages. Posting complete.
A Trace of All That Was (Rated: M, Words: 36K) by leavinghope
Summary: Bucky Barnes has to deal with the pain of watching Steve Rogers leave and return as an old man. Sam Wilson has to learn how to become Captain America when he had not asked for the role. How could they both have been so wrong about Steve? How could the man they both thought they knew have let them down so completely?
Lost But Found (Rated: T, Words: 2K) by innerslumber / @innerslumber
Summary: Bucky shrugged Steve's hand off his shoulder and tried to get up but his legs wouldn’t co-operate. His whole body felt heavy with random bursts of pain shooting through his synapses. The interior lights were too bright and while the quinjet was quieter than almost anything except a Wakandan aircraft, it still emanated noises that his super soldier ears could pick up. It was all too much. Bucky curled his body toward the wall and tried to make himself as small as possible. “Bucky-” “No, Steve,” Bucky groaned, his voice barely a whisper. “I can’t do this right now.”
Joker in the Pack (Rated: G, Words: 9K) by Ginny_Potter / @hipsterdiva
Summary: “Shut up,” Bucky mumbles, closing his eyes and leaning the back of his head against the bricks. “You’re jinxin’ it. C’m on, deal. I’ll know if you cheat.” “I never cheat,” Steve says, a smile already creeping up, anticipating Bucky’s reaction. Bucky snorts. “Like hell, you don’t.” Or, Steve and Bucky team cheating at cards, 1922 to 1945.
Barnes & Rogers and the Goddamn Truth (Rated: NR, Words: 18K)
Summary: There are three well-known facts at Shield High: 1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other. Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.
Crack My Back Like a Glowstick (Rated: T, Words: 1K) by moodymelanist / @moodymelanist
Summary: Actors Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes read thirst tweets to promote their latest film.
Everybody is Supposed to be Dead (Rated: M, Words: 22K) by pollutedstar
Summary: “…there is nothing intelligent to say about a massacre. Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again. Everything is supposed to be very quiet after a massacre, and it always is, except for the birds.” In 1944, Bucky Barnes falls off a train into the Alps, missing and presumed dead. Months later, Steve Rogers nosedives a plane into the arctic. In 2010, the Winter Soldier project is uncovered by S.H.E.I.L.D., and Bucky Barnes is found alive. Three years later, Steve Rogers’ frozen body is found in the ocean.
look what you do to me (making me love you) (Rated: E, Words: 13K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter & art by Reagy_Jay / @reagi-df
Summary: “Oh, you like this, don’t you?” Steve says, though it doesn’t really sound like a question at all. There’s an underlying threat in his voice, something almost dangerous, almost animalistic, and a smile spreads on his face when he sees Bucky shudder again. “Yeah you do.” Steve takes a step towards him, and he’s still so far away, but Bucky finds it hard to breathe anyway. The air around him feels heavy, tense, and he doesn’t know what to do. “Shut up,” Bucky mumbles, but he doesn’t deny it. He can’t really, because Steve is right, he is, and Bucky hates it. ———— After a failed mission, Steve and Bucky find themselves in a safehouse, where tensions run high and a lot of things come to light. When everything is said and done, it’s unclear where they stand and where their relationship – both personal and professional – is headed, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t matter. Bucky has only one thing on his mind: to find out what happened on their mission.
put you on something new (Rated: E, Words: 13K) by howdoyousleep / @howdoyousleep3 & the1918 / @the1918
Summary: “What? Y’never suck a dick before, Rogers?” Steve can’t even stop the hysterical bubble of overcompensated laughter that escapes out his open mouth. It’s loud and such an extreme reaction that Steve can’t take back, makes his cheeks heat right back up. He shuffles on his feet, bounces on the balls of them a few times, has another round of giggles as he chugs the rest of his beer. “N-nah, I...fuck, yeah no I haven’t really—” --- Steve's fraternity throws a kegger. The star of the football team shows up.
Birthday Wishes (Rated: E, Words: 6K) by Graendoll
Summary: Steve Rogers has made the same birthday wish for almost a decade. The wish has gotten more explicit since he and Bucky started living together.
No One Wants Your Opinion (Rated: E, Words: 5K) by thepinupchemist
Summary: Wherein Bucky loves to cuddle Steve Rogers, Steve comes out on national television for the sole purpose of spiting conservative politicians, Tony sees things he wishes he hadn't, and Pepper doesn't know why she even bothers.
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Lost Vocabularies that Might Express (The Memory of These Broken Impressions) (Rated: E, Current Words: 93K) by dorian_burberrycanary / @burberrycanary
Summary: The worst of times, like the best, are always passing away. How’s that for some consolation on the road? A post-The Falcon and The Winter Soldier Stucky fix-it as part of the all-American road trip, detours included.
twelve twenty-five (Rated: E, Current Words: 40K) by burning_brighter / @burnin-brighter
Summary: “I have to say,” Winifred says, a mug of cocoa in her hands. “When you say you were bringing someone home, I thought you meant you were bringing a boyfriend. But I’m glad you brought Steve.” “Who says I’m not?” Bucky teases, laughing when Steve lets out an exasperated groan. “You two finally got your respective head out of your respective ass?” asks George, looking at Steve and Bucky intently. “No,” Steve says pointedly, “Bucky just thinks he’s so funny.” - Ever since they met, everyone assumed it was just a matter of time before Steve and Bucky became a thing. Ten years later and it has yet to happen. But when Bucky invites Steve to spend the holidays with him and his family in upstate New York, things start to change.
Every Me and Every You (Rated: M, Current Words: 23K) by deadto27 / @deadto27
Summary: Bucky Barnes is doing his best. He’s getting by after the blip, after Sam became Captain America, after Steve…well, it’s best he doesn’t think about that. The point is, his life is different now, and he’s trying his best. He just wishes the hollow feeling in his chest would go away. —– Bucky gets blinded by a bright light as the tear seems to implode in on itself and there’s an odd little jolt as the pulling stops, and then Bucky’s blinking, trying to get his vision right again as he loosens his grip on America. “You okay?” he checks, still squinting. He’s probably not blind, he thinks. It just feels like it right now. “I’m okay,” America tells him and he sees her nod shakily as his vision starts to clear, and he carefully lets go of her, seeing that she can support herself, hands pressing onto the floor next to her. “Uh…I don’t think I am,” says another voice, and Bucky turns his head so fast he might give himself whiplash. Because he knows that voice. He knows that voice better than any other voice on the planet and he’s missed that voice, so, so much.
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We have an incredible 14 ShrinkyClinks collaborations in our first week of posting, please give it up for our lovely creators below!
🔸Off to the Races by @call-me-kayyyyy & @gfawkesphoenixchokingonashes
🔸The Charming Man by @zenaidamacrouras1 & @late-to-the-party-81
🔸Closing Time by @thisonesatellite & @maichan808
🔸Underestimate him at your peril by @heckalecki & @bittersweet-in-boston
🔸Safest by @bittersweet-in-boston & @alwaysabrighterdarkness
🔸Too Sad for Crepes by @fsbc-librarian & @angelicalslayer
🔸Dappled and Drowsy and Ready to Sleep by DementedPixie & @kahey2804
🔸Carousel by @angelicalslayer & @greekgeek24
🔸Prison of Madness by @dwarvishgeorge & @buckybarnesdeservestobehappy
🔸The Rose and The Thorn by @smutconnoisseur &BritBrit99
🔸Going For Gold by @xoxobuckybarnes & @heckalecki
🔸Proportionality by @dwarvishgeorge & @late-to-the-party-81
🔸what a naughty kitten deserves by @mxaether & @controlofwhatido
🔸Tied Furever by @metalbvcky & @alwaysabrighterdarkness
Show them some love, reblog, share with a friend and remember to stay tuned for two more weeks of posting ahead and 44 more works!
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Title: The Charming Man
Author: @zenaidamacrouras1 (on AO3)
Artist: @late-to-the-party-81 (on AO3)
Rating: E
Word Count: 65,000 ish (how am I supposed to know till it's done posting? it's not like I'm in charge of writing and posting this fic.)(oh wait I am)
Warning: Smutty m/m times, canon typical violence, angst in the middle with a happy ending, Sam Wilson's patience is tested
Relationships: Steve Rogers / James “Bucky” Barnes
Other Characters: Sam Wilson, Clint Barton, Kate Bishop, Natasha Romanov, Skye | Daisy Johnson
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Steve Rogers is quite happy with his pleasantly simple life working as a graphic designer, chatting with his best friend Sam who has the desk next to his, eating the same gluten free sandwich for lunch every day, and staring out his office window hoping to catch a glimpse of The Charming Man walking by.
Unfortunately, life has a tendency to get complicated without our permission, particularly when Steve begins to suspect that a certain evil corporation is doing criminal things that decidedly grate on his nerves.
Will Steve find himself over his head (which is precisely 5’5” inches off the ground)? I'll never tell.
(Yes. The answer is yes.)
Written for the Shrinkyclinks Double Bang at @buckybarnesevents. Thanks for being the best mods ever and putting together such lovely events.
A million thanks to @late-to-the-party-81 for choosing my weird idea and making amazing art for it, and to my squad of betas including but not limited to: @burberrycanary @booksandabeer @late-to-the-party-81 and @fsbc-librarian
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That’s What You Get for Waking Up in Vegas
An Avengers fundraising event in Las Vegas takes a left turn, and Captain America wakes up with a brand new spouse and no way to get a divorce. Coupled with Tony Stark's current obsession with reality dating shows, obviously nothing can go wrong, right?
So me and the lovely @fsbc-librarian did a thing. This is it. This is the thing. We hope you enjoy ❤️
CHAPTER ONE
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Praetorian CH 4/4
AO3
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Summary: Britain, 60 AD.
A former Praetorian Guard (Steve) and a Pagan Witch (Bucky) are thrown together as enemies and end up marching into battle as much more than friends.
Here then are legend, myth, magic, and historical fact, enemies that find common ground, small moments, big missions, epic battle, and a soft happy end, because love and connection will always conquer all.
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OMG, PEOPLE.
WE MADE IT.
Yes, darlings, i mean 'we', because honestly, i owe all you lovely and supportive people, ALL OF YOU WHO EVEN GLANCED AT THIS EPIC INSANITY.
i owe you everything.
Also, you may want to strap in. It's time to do BATTLE.
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One last time i have to thank @stuckyhistoricalfiction for making this event possible and the amazing @greekgeek24 for working with my timeline.
To @wistfulcynic , who literally saved this chapter from not one, but three, yes, THREE plot /character sinkholes, and subsequently suggested one crucial bit (adding the Steve-est line that ever steve-ed at a perfect key moment, which is something i still cannot believe i MISSED, i should be flogged,) and which resulted in three paragraphs that are now officially my favorite moment of the whole fic. Such is her magic and i am so lucky to have her.
Once more to @sparkagrace, @cable-knit-sweater, and @bittersweet-in-boston, as well as @fsbc-librarian, @actualalligator, @zenaidamacrouras1 and @late-to-the-party-81 for being the loveliest people and holding my hand whenever i need it most.
To my beloved @booksandabeer, who is the fabulous-est in a world full of fabulosity, and who has been waiting so patiently. Darling, i am so sorry i could not quite finish this for your birthday. Will you still take it, even if it's ridiculously late? 😘💖❣
And finally -- to every single one of you who has read this insanity and /or left a comment. YES. YOU, TOO.
THANK YOU ALL.
i love you very much. 💖💖💖
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Hi do you know what the title is for this one stucky fic where Bucky is recovering in a shield cell post WS and the super serum on both of them speeds up buckys healing just by being in close proximity with one another? They also would play a board game when steve would visit Bucky inside the cells. Please let me know if you can! I fear it’s been deleted and I can’t find it in my bookmarks.
Hi there!
Thanks for your ask—unfortunately, I'm afraid I do not know this fic. The premise sounds really interesting though, so I would actually really love to read it myself!
Has anybody heard of this fic? Maybe @fsbc-librarian or @steevbuckk can help? 👀
I'm so sorry I couldn't be of more help but I still hope you have a good Monday! <3
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LIBRARY UPDATE
24 Nov 2023
The following categories have been updated!
Coffee Shop
Cowboy
Dark
Highly Recommended
Medical
Mpreg
Restaurant/Bar
Royalty
Shrinkyclinks
Shrunkyclunks
Soulmate
Vampire/Werewolf
Veteran
All of The Library categories are available here:
#FSBC#FSBC library#fic recs#category updates#stucky#steve rogers#bucky barnes#fanfiction#fanfic#stevebucky#fic rec#update
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Before now—before this exact moment—Bucky would never have guessed that Steve might be one for holding his partner close. He’s proven wrong tonight.
(As sleep closes in, Bucky has the fleeting thought that maybe he’s not wrong about that after all. Maybe Bucky is just Steve’s exception.)
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for Frost Caught Fire On Our Lips by @the1918 - modern AU Canadian PWP, 7k, definitely E 😇 his Steve to be found [here]
(a ko’mmission by @fsbc-librarian for @manicobsessedfangirl 😘)
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Hi! I've been scrollling through your blog recently, and I really loved your metas and analysis. Could you recommend some blogs I could follow for bucky, steve, and stucky content/meta in general?
Hello! Thank you for dropping in 🥰
I still think of myself as fairly new to the fandom (started shipping late 2021) so I’m still out here raving about things that fandom olds have already raved about back in 2015 😂 There’s a lot of good meta from that era but a lot of the accounts have gone quiet.
But there are still lots of active Stucky accounts! @musette22 @rillils @fsbc-librarian @stoveandhisbucket @cable-knit-sweater @between-a-ship-and-a-hard-place @dontcallmebree are some but there are heaps heaps more!
In terms of meta, @amarriageoftrueminds @lucidasidera @cosmicmechanism usually have some delicious salt on MCU’s narrative issues with a Stucky slant. @gay-jewish-bucky @turtle-steverogers @fandomfluffandfuck often have cute little drabbles and head canons for the boys.
That’s only the tip of the iceberg, I’m on phone so it’s a bit hard pulling up people’s user names 😅 There are heaps of writers, giffers and artists still on here too. Have a look at the notes in this post.
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Too Sad For Crepes
My art for the amazing and adorable story "Too Sad for Crepes" by @fsbc-librarian. It was such a pleasure to collaborate on so please go give it a read and some love :)
This was made for the Shrinkyclinksdoublebang2023 hosted by @buckybarnesevents.
#stucky#shrinkyclinksdoublebang2023#steve/bucky#steve rogers#bucky barnes#fanart#photomanipulation#shrinkyclinks
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Stucky Fic: Target Meet Cute
Back in June, @fsbc-librarian posted a prompt about a little girl in Target whose dad tries to get her to wear a dress, and she yells “no I’m GAY, I CAN’T” and the dad sighs and says, “No, you’re not gay. I’m gay. You’re five.”
Here’s my version of the story.
Target Meet Cute
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Steve has no idea what possessed him to go shopping at 5pm on a Friday. Actually, he does know. Mrs. Lawrence's commission - a project he's been dreading and whose deadline is looming - finally sucked him in on Monday, and he's been caught in a tunnel of frantic creation for the last five days. When he finished this afternoon, he realised that he was covered in cerulean blue paint, that he hadn't eaten since breakfast on Thursday and that he was out of food.
So now he's in Target and is still covered in paint.
Steve may be the kind of guy who spends almost a hundred hours over five days on a painting, but he's otherwise a practical sort. While he is tempted to order a large pizza and then sleep for twelve hours, instead he’s in Target because a) it's not Walmart and b) it has all the other things he was meant to pick up over the course of the week he's just spent with Mrs. Lawrence's canvas. He not only needs food, but also gift wrap for Sam and Natasha's wedding present (a painting which he finished back when he was avoiding the Lawrence commission) and a new shirt to go under the suit that Sam is making him wear to the wedding. Which is tomorrow.
He's got a roll of the grossest paper he could find (pink hearts, love birds and kissing couples because he knows Nat will enjoy hating it) in his cart, and is heading towards the clothing section, when a little girl almost skids into him.
She has flyaway dark hair framing her face in a tangled cloud (Steve is pretty sure he has paint in his, so no judgment there), and a mulish expression. She's wearing rainbow striped leggings and a black t-shirt featuring a leather-clad Panda with a mohawk. Steve smiles to himself as he acknowledges that he would happily wear her whole outfit. He only has moments to take the kid in, though. She darts out of his way, towards an aisle covered in pink and blue baby clothes. Steve looks around for her parents - she's way too young to be on her own - but relaxes when he sees a guy with the same dark hair emerge from the kids' clothing section and scan the aisles.
Steve takes a second look and promptly tenses up again, because shit the guy is beautiful. He's got broad shoulders and his biceps are defined even through his long-sleeved red henley. He's wearing jeans, stretched enticingly over thick thighs. His dark hair is pulled up in a sloppy bun on top of his head, held up with a hot pink scrunchie. He's got the kind of chin divot that Steve wants to press his thumb to, and a generous-looking mouth that Steve wants to do other, less stranger-in-Target-appropriate things to.
The guy's eyes are narrowed, but his shoulders relax once he spots the girl. Steve follows his gaze and almost laughs at the expression on the little girl's face. Her dark brows press together like angry caterpillars, and her chin juts out in a way that makes Steve want to write his mom an apology letter. He's pretty sure she saw that face on him an awful lot. His stomach clenches with the familiar pain of loss. It’s been almost ten years since she died.
"Ruthie," the guy sighs, marching over there and picking up the little girl. And, yep, Steve's ma may not have been a six foot hottie like this man, but she sure as hell used that 'give me patience before I scream' tone of voice with Steve a time or two. It's the voice, as well as the girl's eye roll when the guy grabs her, that make Steve sure that this is her dad and that the little girl is safe.
He shoots her a commiserating look as he pushes his cart onwards again.
The girl - Ruthie- catches his eye, and whether prompted by an audience or the idea that Steve might be a kindred spirit, decides to start giving her dad a hard time.
"But I don't want that dress, Daddy!" she howls.
Steve doesn't, absolutely doesn't, listen for the guy's voice as he wheels his shopping cart past.
"Sweetie, you have to wear one," the dad is saying. His voice is low and warm with a hint of Brooklyn. "You got to have a dress for Natasha’s wedding, remember?"
"But Daddeeeeey," the girl whines, and Steve thinks this guy is going to have a hell of a time when the teenage years hit. "Daddy, I can't wear a dress. I'm gay!"
Steve tries to be a good person, honestly he does. He helps his elderly neighbors and volunteers at a shelter and donates money when he can, but he is not a good enough person to keep walking. He manages not to turn around and gawk, and instead pretends to be interested in a nearby jewelry rack.
Behind him, he hears the guy sigh the kind of sigh of someone who is counting to ten in their head. Steve knows this sigh too. Sam uses it a lot, usually when talking to Steve.
"No, honey, you're not gay," the guy says. Steve might be a little bit in love with his voice: soft and calm, not whispered or hissed. No hint of embarrassment. "I'm gay. You're five."
Steve can't help it: he barks out a laugh. And then, having drawn attention to himself, feels honor bound to turn round and face the guy.
The man has looked up from his daughter at the sound of Steve's laughter. Steve meets his eye and gives what he hopes is a sympathetic smile. At least he probably seems unthreatening enough with his accidental hipster twink aesthetic: skinny and short with his black-framed glasses and blue-painted hair.
The guy looks back at his daughter, and for some reason Steve doesn't move away, even though he knows he should. Maybe it's because this dad is sweet and gentle and announces his sexuality in the middle of the shop as matter of factly as if he were telling the time. He looks big and calm and soft - so different to Steve's small and sharp and spiky.
"No matter who you end up loving," the dad says to the little girl, "you can wear what makes you feel good. But don't you remember how excited you were to pick out a dress? I think you'll be sad if Natasha is wearing a beautiful dress at her wedding and you're not."
The little girl frowns. "Natty said her dress will twirl when she dances."
"You bet it will," the dad says. "And there's going to be lots of dancing."
"I want a dress that twirls too," the girl says.
"Well that's what I thought," her dad replies. "And then you and Natasha can twirl together."
"And you. And Sam," the girl adds.
The guy hoists her up onto his hip. "That's right," he says, pressing his cheek briefly against hers. "And then we can all twirl together."
Steve hasn't ever considered that he has a type. In fact, he's prided himself on the fact that he doesn’t. He's always been attracted to personalities more than anything else, and although he can appreciate a beautiful man or woman, he's never pinned down a certain set of features that particularly attract him.
But this, this strong guy with his daughter in his arms talking about twirling together, this is something Steve never thought about wanting and suddenly it's all he wants. Of course, this guy is probably happily in a relationship and is almost definitely not interested in Steve's signature style of short, stubborn and asthmatic, but the pull of want in Steve's chest is so strong that he actually takes a step forward.
"Hey," he says, and the guy and girl both look back at him with matching blue-grey eyes that make Steve's stomach swoop again, but then luckily his brain catches up with his mouth and he realises he does have something to say. "Sorry to interrupt, but you're talking about Sam and Natasha's wedding tomorrow, right?"
The man grips his daughter tighter. "Yeah, buddy, you know Nat and Sam?"
Steve feels his cheeks burning pink, but barrels on. "I'm Steve - I'm Sam's best man."
The guy's eyes go wide. "Oh wow, you're Sam's Steve. I've heard a lot about you."
His eyes travel up and down Steve's body in a way that makes Steve feel that his physical self is not what the guy expected. He feels the familiar flicker of embarrassment and irritation, and crosses his arms.
The guy must notice the change in Steve's body language, because he frowns slightly and holds up a hand. "No, Sam's had a lot to say about his friend Steve, but he never told me, uh. Huh." There's a pink blush on the guy's cheeks. He licks his lips, eyes still on Steve, and Steve suddenly wonders what the hell Sam's been saying about him.
"Daddy," comes a disapproving voice, "are you flirting?"
"What?!" the guy says. His cheeks are definitely red now, and he takes a step back; although, as he's still clutching his daughter, he doesn't move away from the little girl's accusing gaze. "No," he says, half to her and half to Steve. "No, of course I wasn't flirting."
The girl wiggles out of her dad's arms. "Natty says you should do more flirting," she says. She looks hard at Steve.
The dad looks like he'd like to disappear. For all that he was happy to announce his sexuality to anyone within earshot, he seems to be horrified at the turn the conversation has taken. He looks over at Steve. "I'm so sorry," he says.
Steve smiles at them both. "Don't worry about it," he says. He has the mad compulsion to say that he wouldn't mind being flirted with, and has to wrap up the conversation and get away before he blurts out anything stupid. After all, he still doesn't know if this guy is single, and what the hell Sam and Nat have told him about Steve. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," he says.
"Bucky," the guy says in a rush. "I mean, that's my name. I'm Bucky."
He trails off in a way that suggests he'd like the floor to open up and swallow him, and Steve has to literally remind himself not to step forward and pull this poor guy - who is also a total stranger - into a hug.
"And I'm Ruth," the girl says. Steve is grateful to turn his eyes away from Bucky's red cheeks. He gives Ruth a smile.
"I hope you find a really good twirly dress, Ruth," Steve says. "I'll see you both tomorrow," and then in a supreme show of poise, he manages to turn and walk away.
He makes it round the corner before he pulls out his phone.
"Sam," he hisses, as soon as Sam picks up. "Who the hell is Bucky? And what have you been telling him about me?"
The next day, Steve's not too worried about his best man duties. Sam definitely won't get cold feet (mostly because Natasha is wonderful and Sam adores her, and only a little because Natasha would kill him if he did). The rings are safe in his inner pocket, his hair is free of paint and Steve's best man speech is pretty good, though he says so himself.
What he’s worried about is the fact that he can’t look away from Bucky Barnes.
Bucky - who, Steve now knows, is actually called James, as in Nat’s friend James from Juilliard - is sitting at the piano as the guests file into the wedding venue. Steve remembers Nat telling him that her friend James would play during the ceremony. Steve had vaguely thought that sounded nice.
Nice isn’t the word for the crisis that is happening to Steve now as he listens to Bucky play. Steve couldn’t tell you what the music is, or why it’s making him feel like his heart is suddenly too large for his (admittedly scrawny) chest, only that Bucky’s playing holds that same all-encompassing beauty that Natasha has when she’s dancing. It feels like Bucky is playing only for himself, and that Steve, the listener, is caught in its spell, unable to look away.
And now that Steve knows who Bucky is, he also knows from Nat’s stories that Bucky is the guy who kept feeding the stray cats until so many came that someone called the shelter. He knows that Bucky used to accompany Nat in her ballet rehearsals and recitals. He knows that Nat worried about him after college, when they lost touch, and knows how happy she was when Bucky started bringing Ruth to Nat’s toddler ballet class.
He now knows how patient Bucky is with his daughter, how cute he looks when he’s embarrassed, and how hot he looks in a suit. Steve’s glad he first met Bucky looking disheveled and wearing a hot pink scrunchie, because in his wedding finery he’s so beautiful that it’s frankly intimidating.
All this should not be enough to make him feel that panicky, inevitable sensation that Steve equates with falling for someone too hard and too fast, but there it is. Steve knows he’s got an impulsive heart. He’d fallen for Peggy the first time he’d seen her punch a guy, after all. And look where that had got him.
The room is slowly filling up with guests. Steve spots Ruth walk in with Tony, Pepper and Morgan. Morgan is demure in pale blue frills. Ruth, on the other hand, is wearing a dress so pink it makes Steve’s eyes water. The skirt is made of layers of tulle, and Ruthie resembles nothing so much as a cupcake on legs. She waves wildly to Bucky, and then to Sam and Steve, before sitting down next to Morgan.
As though magnetised, Steve’s eyes are drawn back to Bucky. He can see now that Bucky and Ruth have their long dark hair braided in matching styles, and the pair of them are so adorable that it makes Steve feel physically weak.
Sam jabs his arms into Steve's ribs.
“You okay, man? You look like you need to sit.”
Steve shakes his head. “I’m good, Sam.”
Sam gives him a hard look. “You sure? You know I care about you, but if you collapse during my wedding because you haven’t slept in a week, I am going to be pissed.”
“Hey.” Steve feels mildly indignant, both at the implication that he would turn up to Sam’s wedding on no sleep, and that he apparently looks like shit. “I’m good, Sam, and I’m hurt you don’t think I look it.”
Sam rolls his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, dude, you know you’re pretty.”
The word pretty makes Steve look helplessly back over at Bucky, at the way he worries his bottom lip between his teeth as his fingers fly over the keys.
Sam clearly follows Steve’s gaze, because he lets out a laugh.
“Oh, now I get it. You’re not sick. You’re love sick.”
Steve has sharp elbows, and uses them with impunity. “I am not love sick,” he hisses, while Sam wheezes next to him. “I only met the guy yesterday.”
“Exactly. You only met him yesterday. You gotta cool it with the heart-eyes, Steve. You're embarrassing yourself.”
Steve jabs him again, more gently this time. “You telling me you won't be making heart-eyes at Natasha when she walks in?”
Sam smiles, big and wide. “You know I will. But it's my wedding day. I've earned some heart-eyes.”
Sam definitely has heart eyes when Bucky plays the wedding march and Natasha walks down the aisle in her dress. Steve helped Natasha pick it, so he knows what she looks like in it, but today she looks ethereal, for once unguarded and blindingly happy. Steve has never been the type to cry at weddings, but he feels a tightness in the back of his throat all the same. Sam is sniffing a little beside him, and Steve absolutely means to rib him for it later, so he looks away from Natasha before his own eyes can start watering and he loses the upper hand.
After the ceremony, they spill out into the park for photos. Steve, as best man, has to stand through too many poses and gritted smiles - he's never liked having his photo taken, but once that's over he's free to mill about and talk to the other guests.
Natasha and Sam are taking photos with whoever wants one now, and Steve's talking to Nat’s colleague Maria when he sees Ruth launch herself at Natasha for a photo. He bets the picture comes out beautifully: Natasha and Ruth spinning in their twirly dresses, Sam and Bucky grinning at them from either side. Part of Steve wants a pencil - wants to be able to capture that joyful, lovely moment. And another part of him, one that had been dormant since Peggy left, uncoiled in his chest and wanted to be over there, spinning with them.
“Am I that boring?” Maria asks, and Steve realises his attention’s been off her for the last thirty seconds. He snaps back. There's a smile in Maria’s voice that means she's not mad. She and Nat have worked together for years, and Steve knows her pretty well.
“Sorry,” he says. “It’s just…” He gestures to where Bucky is now twirling Ruth for the camera. Maria follows his gaze.
“Ah,” she says. “Natasha finally did it, then.”
“Did what?” Steve asks, and Maria immediately rocks back on her high heels.
“Oh, nothing,” she says quickly. She waggles her empty champagne glass. “I'm just gonna…” she says, and then marches away into the crowd.
Steve frowns after her for a moment. Clearly Natasha's been scheming, which is pretty much her default state, and as her schemes have won Steve some commissions in the past, he can't complain too much. But the thought of there being some kind of grand plan that somehow involves him and Bucky makes him uneasy. As he watches, Steve sees Clint, who for reasons known only to himself has brought his one -eyed dog as his plus one, greet Bucky with a clap on the shoulder. The two of them fall into conversation, while Ruth pets Lucky.
Clearly everyone knows Bucky except him.
And maybe Steve knows why that is. He thinks back to the conversation he’d had with Sam the day before.
“What did you tell him about me?” Steve had demanded. “The poor guy looked at me like he was expecting me to have two heads.”
“The thing is, most of my ‘my friend Steve’ stories end with you punching someone or getting arrested. Or both,” Sam had said.
“I've only been arrested three times,” Steve had contested hotly. “And I’ve never been charged with anything.”
Sam had laughed for a long time at that. “Exactly, man. I've got three different ‘my buddy Steve got arrested’ stories, plus that time when you punched a crocodile.”
Put like that, Steve really doesn’t sound like the kind of guy you’d introduce to someone with a young kid.
“So, you met James,” Nat says during dinner. She and Steve are at the top table, looking out on rest of the wedding guests. Steve glances over to where Bucky is talking to Thor.
“Only briefly,” he says. “He seems nice.”
Natasha laughs. “He's very nice, Steve. Very single, too.”
There’s a shout of laughter from Bucky’s direction. Thor is pounding the table and Bucky and Tony are giggling. Steve catches Ruth and Morgan pulling faces at each other.
“Any reason why our friends all know him except me?” he asks. There’s an edge of hurt in his voice that he didn’t mean to let out. That ever-present prickle under his skin of being too small, too sickly. Wrong somehow.
Natasha shrugs. “Morgan and Ruthie hit it off at ballet. Jane wanted someone to play at her mom’s birthday party. Clint has a dog and kids like dogs.”
Steve can’t help but let his lips twitch into a smile. Natasha is a fixer, and of course she’d been setting Bucky up with people who could help him.
“Ah, so I didn’t have a reason to meet him.”
Natasha smiles back at him. “Not then. Neither of you were ready to meet each other. You were mooning over Peggy, and James wasn’t in a good place for a long time.”
Steve frowns. “So you wanted to set us up?”
Nat looks over the room at her assembled guests. “Weddings are a good place to meet a new partner,” she says. Then she adds, almost fiercely, “You are two of the best people I know. I think you’d make each other happy.”
It’s not until after speeches, cake and more champagne that Steve finally goes over to talk to Bucky, two glasses clutched in his hands. Bucky’s collapsed in a chair on the side of the dancefloor. He’s taken off his jacket and has his shirt sleeves rolled up. Ruth and Morgan are dancing nearby with both Clint and Lucky.
“Hi,” Steve says, handing over a drink.
“Hi,” Bucky says. “That was a good speech.”
“Thanks.” Steve looks out over the dancefloor at Ruth, twirling yet again in her puffy dress. “I see Target came through for you in the end. Very twirly.”
Bucky laughs. “She's such a little firebrand,” he says, his voice fond. “I'm, uh, sorry about being so awkward yesterday.”
“You weren't awkward,” Steve tells him. And then, because he hates lying, adds, “I mean, you were, but it was pretty cute.”
Bucky shakes his head. “I just - I wasn't prepared to meet you.”
“Really?” Steve makes a face. “I'm not very impressive. You don't got to worry about meeting me.” He wishes Natasha had just introduced them earlier. Maybe he didn’t have anything Bucky might need, but he could have been a friend.
Bucky turns to Steve. “Dude, here's what I know about you. You're a crazy talented artist, you stick up for anyone in trouble even if it means taking a beating, you’re the only reason Sam made it through college, and you once punched a crocodile.”
“It was a stuffed crocodile!” Steve protests. “It was really dark, and in my defence I can't see too much without my glasses.”
Bucky's laugh is warm and close and sends little shivers up Steve's spine. “I'm going to kill Sam,” Steve mutters.
“I'm just saying you're impressive!” Bucky says, still giggling. “Meeting you was like being faced with a superhero.”
Steve snorts. “Hotpants and a cape aren’t really my style.” He means it as a joke, of course, to try and wave off the compliment that makes the part of him that is still anxious and scrawny and sixteen (as opposed to the rest of him that is still pretty anxious, still pretty scrawny and thirty) squirm uneasily.
Bucky’s eyes drop down and then back up to Steve’s face.
“I don’t know,” he says slowly. “I think you could pull it off.”
They’re on their second glasses of champagne when Ruth and Morgan charge over to them, pink-cheeked and wild-eyed. Ruth launches herself at Bucky.
“Oof,” he says, his arms coming round her. “Are you getting tired, baby?”
She shakes her head. “No, Daddy,” she says. “I want to dance!”
Morgan grabs Steve. Her hands are sticky. “Come on, Steve,” she says. “Dance with us!”
Steve allows himself to be tugged to his feet. He’s learnt that Morgan has her mother’s persuasiveness and her father’s stubbornness and, as she isn’t his kid, it’s just easier to do as she says. Bucky and Ruth follow them to a space on the dancefloor, Ruth standing on Bucky’s feet to dance with him like they’re in a cliched film scene. Morgan’s style of dancing is more frenzied jumping, which is at least a dance which Steve can do. There’s something freeing in flailing about and being absolutely stupid. He grins down at Morgan, then at Bucky and Ruth. By the time they’re done his chest is pounding and his cheeks hurt.
They get the girls a drink. “Sip slowly,” Bucky tells them. He talks in a low, slow voice. Talks about the wedding, and how much fun they all had, and how it’ll be time to go home soon. Within minutes, Ruth is drooping over Bucky’s lap like a wilted flower, and Pepper comes to scoop up a heavy-eyed Morgan.
Steve blinks at Bucky. “That was magic,” he says.
Bucky smooths Ruth’s hair off her forehead. “Once she’s this tired, it’s just a question of getting her still enough to fall asleep.”
Despite the noise of the music and laughter from the dancefloor, it feels quiet, sitting with Bucky and Ruth. Like they’re in a little bubble of their own. It reminds Steve of how he felt when Bucky played the piano.
“Your playing was beautiful, earlier,” he says.
Bucky gives him an easy smile. “Thanks.”
Steve shakes his head, annoyed by the vagueness of his compliment. “No, I mean, I normally don’t care about music that much, but the way you played, it really moved me. It felt like how I feel when I’m painting something good.”
Bucky smiles again, softer this time. “Thank you.”
“Do you do a lot of performances?”
“No.” Bucky looks down at Ruth on his lap, her face wiped clear in sleep. “I used to. I was a concert pianist before I got married. Now I teach piano. It’s easier to work around Ruth.”
Steve remembers when he first met Nat. She’d had an injury that meant the end of her professional career and was setting up her own studio instead. He’d been painting walls and scenery for theaters, desperate to make it as an artist, but having to do what he could to make ends meet, not knowing if he’d be able to do what he loved as a career. They’d bonded over balancing passion and practicality.
“Do you miss it?” he asks.
Bucky lets out a long breath. “Well, yeah, of course. But Pepper keeps hiring me for events, and I’m doing a concert at Nat’s studio soon, so I still get to play for people. When I left Alex, I made the choice to put Ruth first, and that’s what I’m doing.”
“You’re a good father,” Steve says. Then grimaces. “Not that I know much about dads. I never knew mine. But what you said in the shop yesterday ..” he swallows. “I think she’s lucky to have you.”
Bucky looks down at Ruth. “I’m all she’s got. Her other dad - well, he’s not her dad at all.”
“You don’t have to talk about it,” Steve says. “Not unless you want to.”
“Yeah, ok. Another time, perhaps.” Bucky looks over at him. “Tell me if I’ve got this wrong, but, would you like to - maybe. Coffee?” His face flames red. “Holy shit,” he says, half-laughing. “I’m so sorry, that was -”
“Yes,” says Steve. He’s laughing too, sitting with this beautiful man and his daughter, safe in their little bubble of quiet, alone among the throngs of wedding guests. “Yes please. Maybe coffee.”
“Punk.” Bucky grins at him, and Steve laughs more.
There’s lots to learn. About Ruth and Bucky and the man who didn’t want them, and how Bucky clawed back a life for them both. About how Steve can learn to swallow down that prickly feeling of not being enough.
‘Maybe coffee’ turns into ‘definitely dinner’. Steve falls in love fast, but they take it slow, as midday dates during school hours become Friday pizza nights and lazy Saturday mornings watching cartoons in their pyjamas.
Until, a year later …
Once again, Steve is browsing the aisles of Target with paint in his hair. Sunshine yellow, this time, from painting a gender neutral nursery for Sam and Nat’s baby. He's planning to make the baby an illustrated name sign once they're born and named, but the baby shower is tomorrow and Ruth was adamant that she should pick out a present. So far, Bucky has pointed out useful stuff a baby needs, and Ruthie has pointed out things she would like, but which are entirely unsuitable for a baby.
“Ruth, the baby could choke on all those small pieces,” Bucky tells her. Plus, even Steve knows that the baby isn't going to care about My Little Pony jewelry for a good long time. In fact, he thinks, frowning at the lurid pink plastic, it's the kind of rubbish that most people should only care about not having in their house.
On the other hand, he's already cleared it with Bucky to buy Ruth a My Little Pony hairdressing kit for Christmas. And then it will be in his - or rather, their - house.
He reaches for Bucky’s hand and tugs him to a stop. Bucky gives him a questioning little look, and Steve smiles up at him. “I’m just really happy,” he says.
Bucky smiles too, big and bright and God, Steve loves him. “Me too,” he says, and leans over to kiss him.
When they break away, Ruth has scampered off to the next aisle. By the time they reach her, she’s clutching a cuddly toy in each hand. Steve checks them over. No small parts.
“Perfect,” he says. “Which one shall we get for the baby?”
Ruth clenches her fists tightly around the toys. “I want both of them,” she says. Her chin is beginning to jut out in a sign that she’s prepared to put up a fight.
Steve really wishes he could send his mom that apology letter.
“Sweetie, we’re going to pick one,” he says. Beside him, he can just see Bucky smirking. Clearly he’s going to let Steve have this battle. Ruthie’s not like Morgan: he can’t give in to whatever she wants. Not when she’s his kid.
“I want both,” Ruth pouts.
Steve takes a breath and gathers his patience. He crouches down. “I know sometimes it’s hard to make a choice,” he says to her, “but we can only get one of them. Do you know which one you want to choose?”
“But Steeeeeve,” Ruth wails. “I can't choose. I'm bisexual.”
Steve feels, rather than sees, Bucky dissolve into silent hysterics. Steve himself has to bite back his first instinct, which is to laugh, and his second instinct, which is to explain that bisexuality has nothing to do with indecisiveness. Now isn’t the time for either.
He briefly looks up at Bucky, whose shoulders are shaking and whose eyes are shining and who showed him, over a year ago now, just how to handle this situation. He looks back at Ruth.
“No, sweetheart. You're not bisexual. I’m bisexual. You’re six.”
#stucky#stucky fic#hazel writes fic#or maybe she does#it's too late and I can't tell anymore#Bucky Barnes#Steve Rogers#pre serum steve#steve/bucky
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Now that Stucky Week 2023 is over...
thank you thank you thank you to everybody who reblogged, liked and shared sweet comments on my moodboards and fic :) this is the first event i've been on tumblr for, so it was so so cool to see not just my friends but other people in the fandom whom i really respect and look up to reblogging my posts!
particular thanks to @musette22, @andrea1717, @fsbc-librarian, @rillils and @guiltypleasureisfun for reblogging and leaving sweet comments on so many of my fills!! i still don't know whether it's the done thing to reblog and thank someone for their tags — so take this as my thanks!
and thank you especially to @stucky-week for organising this really cool event and being so on top of things! i had so much fun creating moodboards and fic, as well as seeing other people's creations. i feel really lucky to write for a pairing that has so many passionate fans and event organisers!!:)
thank you all for giving me such a warm welcome to tumblr, and ofc thanks to my bae @sanguineterrain for the moodboard and writing feedback. you're my favourite person to brainstorm with ❤️
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S have you seen this before? (warning nsfw)
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[Link] to a lookalike of Bucky Barnes. The soldier is bending over to adjust his boots with one knee bent, the other leg straight; he's naked other than his socks, boots, and cap.
Y-E-S, I have seen it, and I love it.
Like, oh my GOD, that is absolutely Bucky, and absolutely Steve took that photo. That look on Bucky's face is a result of Steve trying to sneak a photo of him, only for him to turn around when he can't help but make this hungry noise, ogling at him through the viewfinder. He's about to let his cigarette drop out of his mouth, calling Stevie a punk. 1000%
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