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#PRE WAR STUCKY
ace-bucket · 8 days
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Getting patched up
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capibuck · 11 months
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Hey kids! Calm down.
Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and batterfield
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eepylesbean · 3 months
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STUCKY HEADCANON ALERT
Just found out about a thing called "sweetheart grips" they were a thing where men in ww2 would put a picture of a loved one (or pin ups but shh) in the grip of their gun to like keep them close and whatev.
Bucky 1000% had one of teeny Steve in his grip before the little punk came and joined him on the battlefield
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hannaxjo · 2 years
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"Bucky seemed to be the only one who didn't treat him like glass...or trash."
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lavenderpanic · 8 months
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i didn't know you draw 👀
I haven't drawn much recently, but I've been doing digital art for about five years now!
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Here's a drawing of 1940's Bucky I made a while ago!
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muensterfucker · 8 months
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PLEASE find this as funny as i did
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between getting beat down in an alleyway and bucky barnes, steve really doesn’t know why he has a limp this morning
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elkleggs · 1 year
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You are the most amazing artist ever, and I’m so grateful you’re taking prompts ❤️ In the spirit of the season - I’d love to see Bucky taking care of prickly, miserable pre-serum Steve when he’s sick. Heaping blankets on him or giving him a torturous sweaty rim job cause “germs come out with the spunk, Stevie, you know that” or just making him soup and cuddling on him or checking his temperature with his lips. Smutty or fluffy, whatever strikes your fancy.
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motorboo · 11 months
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thinking about how pre-war bucky was just a good boy trying to live his life and make out with his best friend. and by contrast, steve was raising hell on the streets and probably having daily near-death experiences
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sawelyart · 1 year
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A postcard for my friend💜
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ace-bucket · 11 days
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Grumpy steve
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capibuck · 1 year
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Sharing a milkshake 🥤🍨
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eepylesbean · 6 months
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ALL MY STUCKY BITCHES
IF U HAVE HULU OR SHOWTIME WATCH THE NEW SHOW "FELLOW TRAVELERS" RIGHT NEOWWW!!!
ITS THEM IN A DIFFERENT FONT I SWEAR TO YOU!!!
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hannaxjo · 2 years
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"Why'd you always got to get hurt when I'm not around?"
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mandyyvibes · 2 months
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7! for Stucky, please! :D 💙
7- stucky; a kiss to shut them up
“Did you know that the scientific name for mandarin oranges is Citrus Reticulata?”
Steve couldn’t help but laugh, overwhelmed with emotion and affection for the boy curled up next to him. This was the first Christmas morning since he lost his Ma, which was harder on him than he could ever put into words. But he’d woken up to the front door closing softly, and Bucky trying to be sneaky as he tiptoed in with a whole sack of oranges.
After a month of lamenting over how expensive they were, and gentle teasing about how they were going to get scurvy like pirates, Bucky had brought him oranges for Christmas.
Bucky had then climbed back into bed next to him, warming him better than fancy electric heat ever could, and started rambling off every relevant piece of trivia he knew.
“Are we gonna keep talking about the oranges, or are we gonna eat them?” Steve asked, voice muffled where he had his face resting against the top of Bucky’s hair. The smell of his hair product lingered despite the morning bedhead. It was a smell that Steve had come to associate with Bucky, despite the thousands of other men who probably smelled the same.
“I was trying to build the anticipation,” There was a coy smile in Bucky’s voice.
Steve sat up properly so that he could see the beautiful smile, and so he could retrieve an orange from the bag set at the foot of the bed and get to peeling.
Bucky looked like a damn angel with his white undershirt against sunshine-golden skin, dark hairs loose against his forehead. Steve found himself watching his lips as he spoke, not really processing what he was saying as he floated off into a hazy daydream, one where he could kiss sweet orange juice off of those soft pink lips.
“-from China, all the way on the other side of the world. I swear it’s true, I read it in a book. Are you listening, Stevie? Are you alright?”
Steve blinked and coughed a few times, out of habit more than any current ailment.
“Yeah, I’m alright.”
Steve’s bony fingers worked deftly across the orange peel in an attempt to remove it all in one piece, taking extra care over the parts that tried to stick, even though it made his joints ache.
Bucky was talking still, off the subject of oranges entirely, going on about some fantasy story that he had read recently. Steve’s tongue darted out from between his lips, wetting them, then licking the tart and sticky substance off of his own fingers.
Bucky wrinkled his nose.
“Gross.”
“You’re gross,” Steve quipped back, pulling off a section of the orange and offering it to Bucky.
Bucky leaned forward to take it out of Steve’s hand with his teeth, eyes glinting in a way that knocked the wind out of Steve. His lips ghosted across Steve’s thumb and holy hell, they were softer than they looked.
Desire festered deep in Steve’s stomach, sending goosebumps across his arms. He quickly put another slice into Bucky’s mouth, recoiling his fingers quickly as if scared of Bucky’s lips.
“And in Chinese culture oranges represent good luck, and prosperity,” Bucky continued even around a mouthful of fruit. “Do you feel lucky yet?”
“I dunno,” Steve took a piece for himself, relishing in the burst of sweet citrus across his tongue. A stray droplet of juice ran down his chin.
Before he could move to wipe it away, Bucky’s hand was on his face. The work-calloused fingers were gentle against his pale skin.
Steve thought his heart might stop beating. He was going to go into cardiac arrest right then and there, and then Christmas would be ruined.
“Thanks, Buck.”
“Your face is red, are you alright? Do you have a fever?”
Steve nearly choked. “I think I’m okay…my circulation. Or something. Probably.”
“Oh. Here,” Bucky pulled the blanket off of his own lap and draped it across Steve’s shoulders, already starting on another tangent. “Dad has to work today, but Mom wants to bring the girls over later, she’s bringing dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them, huh? Alice is so big now, nearly as tall as you-“
“Buck,”
He just laughed, putting his hands up. “Okay, I won’t give you any crap about your size. But-“
“Buck,” Steve sighed, growing frustrated that he couldn’t get a word in. His annoyance and the way that Bucky’s plush lips formed a pretty, kissable pout had his stomach turning over.
“Stevie,” Bucky mimicked his breathless tone, nudging his knee affectionately. “I-“
“Shut up,” Steve groaned, and it felt like something finally broke within him. It was sort of like when he snapped and threw the first punch, except so much sweeter.
Before he could process what he was doing he was moving, placing both hands on Bucky’s bare shoulders and pulling him in. And then they were kissing fervently, and Bucky was making this delicious groaning sound in the back of his throat, lips parting to allow Steve’s tongue inside.
Steve knew that Bucky was a good kisser, had seen girls go weak in the knees from his kisses. He knew what he was doing, but he let Steve take the lead anyway. And if the noise that he was making was any indication, he didn’t mind sitting back and let Steve kiss him stupid. m
Steve sucked sticky orange juice off of Bucky’s bottom lip, and then sucked on it some more, only pulling away when it was visibly kiss-swollen and Bucky was breathing hard.
Steve sat back, putting some space between them, and slowly withdrew his hands, folding them in his lap. They shook with the adrenaline of it all.
“I…I’m gonna be insufferable if you’re gonna do that every time I piss you off,” Bucky managed finally, meeting Steve’s gaze with wide eyes. “Or was that your way of thanking me for the oranges?”
Steve felt so much lighter, knowing he could kiss Bucky, like he’d been carrying tension and he didn’t even realize it.
“Both, I guess. And merry Christmas,” Steve gave him a wide grin and leaned in once again to plant a peck on his flushed cheek.
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otp-holic · 1 year
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Center for Brooklyn History. Two men at Coney Island. Not dated. circa 1932
Matilda's e-mail finds Steve home alone, and he takes a deep breath before clicking it open. 
I think I found another one, the subject reads.
Getting a message from the Center of Brooklyn History always stops his heart for a second wondering what to expect after the image or document loads. 
They've become good friends with Matilda, one of the researchers who keeps squinting through the archives to find the scattered pieces of their past. Of the people they were.
When the picture loads, Steve realizes she's right, she found another one. An important one.
Steve is looking at a picture of the exact moment he decided to accept Bucky's offer to move in with him after his ma died.
It was a Friday, barely five days after they buried her, and Bucky collected his paycheck and forced him to go to Coney Island with him to eat a hotdog and get some air.
He remembers the smiling photographer walking around the lines trying to get people to take a picture, and Bucky agreeing to even though they both knew they'd never be able to afford actually picking it up a few days later.
Bucky's hand on his shoulder told Steve it was an excuse to keep him closer to him. To touch him how he wanted where it was forbidden, and his own gut reaction was to hug him as tight as he could.
It was just an instant, and they stepped away from each other the second the photographer moved to the next people in line (a boy and a girl their age who were laughing and holding hands), but it was enough.
Enough for Steve to want to smile for the first time in days, and enough for him to know that being alone was stupid and pointless. That they were better together. Bucky was his family, and he didn't want to spend more time fighting it out of mere stubbornness.
"I'll move in, Buck," he told him right away, looking into his eyes and seeing that beautiful, wide, smile directed at him. "But we're not sleeping on those pillows on the floor."
"We can share the bed like adults, and leave the extra pillows for fighting like when we were children,"  he answered, hugging him briefly, and patting his back.
The closest to a public kiss they could have back then.
Steve hits the reply button with a smile on his lips, and a little mist on his eyes, but the sound of the key on the door distracts him for a second, and Bucky’s answer appears in his inbox (“That’s us, indeed, Matilda, thank you again. You can title this one “A stubborn punk finally coming into his senses.”) at the same time he comes into the apartment.
“I’m home, you punk,” he says from afar. “Have you seen Mat’s mail, right? I think I was looking at the ground to avoid spending the night in jail for kissing the hell out of those lips. I swear I can still feel your arms around my waist.”
Steve leaves the phone on the counter and goes find him. The fact that he can kiss Bucky in the open now doesn’t mean he can’t do it at their home, too.
A stubborn punk comes to his senses also over AO3
For @stuckybingo O4 Pillowfight TR4061. It was fun to revisit this universe even f only just briefly.
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