[thank u for this request sav, this is for u 💛 still asking for numbers from this prompt list please!! 🎣🫁🪵 warnings: mild homophobia (and a gay slur at the time, NOT the f-slur), internalized homophobia, some steve body image stuff]
like it was gold
When Bucky returns from work that night, he looks beat, even more so than usual. He always tries to plaster on a smile for Steve, but Steve can see right through it, observant and intuitive as ever, to the sweat and the exhaustion he must feel down to his bones.
The job down at the docks is still new, and though Bucky’s always been an athlete, built and determined, the work is strenuous and long, definitely an adjustment from the more relaxed jobs of boyhood, delivering newspapers and groceries.
Not only that, but Bucky’s a grown man now. A grown man living with his unemployed, constantly ill best friend who everyone calls queer behind his back.
Steve knows the grief Bucky gets at work for living with him. The jokes that the fellas down at the docks taunt him with from time to time, about his “wife,” his “blondie.” It’s not that different from the grief that Steve gets himself for his alleged feminine appearance and his lack of physical strength. Though Bucky’s is certainly milder, after one guy called Steve a fairy and Bucky had to be pulled off of him after pummeling him to the ground. (Since then, it’s just been the stuff that Bucky can shrug off, or at least it seems that way based on the little he’s said on the matter.)
What made it all the more complicated, what clashed with Steve’s feelings of indignation, were his feelings of shame and desire. What the guys, what Bucky, didn’t know was the way that sometimes, his was all Steve longed to be. Not Bucky’s wife, but his fella, something for them to share, stripped of its already existent externality and stereotypes.
So every time Bucky walks through that door, a weak smile playing on his perfect lips, Steve imagines for a second that Bucky is coming home to him, in a different way than he is and ever will.
“How was your day?” he asks, setting down his sketchbook.
“Same old,” Bucky replies, opening the icebox and taking a look inside.
Steve sits up a little bit, an urge overcoming him to get Bucky water, to wipe the sweat off of his brow, something, but his chest constricts as soon as he does, and he’s spun into a coughing fit.
“Stevie, stop it,” Bucky says, turning towards him struggling to move, his voice half concern and half displeasure. He walked over with a glass of water, of course, handed it to Steve, and then placed a kiss on the top of his head.
He walked away without another word, Steve’s mouth left agape. The gesture had seemed absent-minded, quick and light and over too soon, and yet, Steve was spinning. Bucky had never done that before. He’d always been more affectionate than the average fellow, loving to nudge Steve or wrap an arm around him, but a kiss? Even if it was just on his head, it was something. Right?
Steve had to believe it was. He wanted to believe it. So he could have a shred of hope to hang onto when he was deep in his thoughts about how Bucky would never see him the same way, and that even if he did, they didn’t live in a world where they could be together.
So he held onto the kiss like it was gold. It was his to keep now, a piece of something the guys down at the docks would never understand. It belonged to them, just them, shiny and soft and new.
hi hi hi!! the cranberry red fic was so good and soft!!! i love it!! maybe you could do a pre-war fic with giving gifts? and maybe steve and bucky could kiss or smth???
[yes!! i have been a little mean, not letting them tell each other how they feel in the ficlets i’ve written so far,,, so yes this time i’ll be a little nicer about that :) merry christmas, everyone !! this was prompt 3 from the list, and i wish christmas wasn’t over bc i absolutely loved writing these 😚🎁💘 warnings: brief allusion to sex]
token of his affection
Steve is worried about giving Bucky his gift for Christmas. It was hard trying to find something for him this year. Bucky doesn’t read or draw as much as he used to, and all of his boxing gear is up to date.
What Steve really wants is just to stick a bow on his head and offer himself up as a present. Let Bucky have his way with him.
It doesn’t help that Bucky’s great with gifts. He always gets Steve the best art supplies, or movie tickets or new books. He never fails to save up months in advance. They’re always thoughtful presents that make Steve just want to kiss him. Well, he always wants to kiss him.
They’re exchanging gifts tomorrow, on Christmas morning. Steve tosses and turns in his twin bed, trying to will himself to sleep. Bucky’s snoring already, and Steve wishes he didn’t find it so cute.
He worries that his gift is gonna give him away how he feels about Bucky, if he doesn’t know already. Steve’s sure he’s been more than obvious at this point, with all this dopey looks and compliments and how he’s never interested in anyone else. But if Bucky’s noticed, he hasn’t said anything.
Eventually, sleep catches up to Steve and night bleeds into day, into Christmas day. Bucky shakes Steve awake as soon as the sun is up and drags him to the tree in the living room.
“Ready?” he says with a grin, sitting criss cross on the floor.
Steve yawns. “Mm-hmm,” he hums, running a hand through his hair.
“Here ya go,” Bucky says, handing Steve a present wrapped in newspaper.
Steve unwrapped the parcel delicately, to find a book, Brave New World.
“I know you’ve been wanting to read this one,” Bucky says as Steve flips through the pages. “And look at what’s stuck in there.”
In the crease of the title page, there’s a library card with his name on it.
“Got you one so you don’t have to buy the books all the time,” Bucky tells him. “And now you can actually go in the library instead of just looking through the windows.”
Steve smiles, flustered at his gift that again, is so perfect. “Thanks, Buck.”
He flips the book around in his hands for a bit. He loves the feel of a new book.
“Here’s yours,” Steve says, grabbing the red envelope under the tree.
Bucky grins and opens the envelope. Steve watches his face as he looks at it. It’s a drawing of Bucky that Steve did, a side profile when Bucky wasn’t paying attention. It’s something simple, but Steve hopes he knows it’s a token of his affection.
“Steve, this is amazing,” Bucky whispers, pulling the piece of paper close to his chest. “I love it.”
“There’s more,” Steve says, nodding to the envelope.
Bucky pulls out a bit of cash and gapes at it.
“It’s a little rainy day money,” Steve tells him. “I don’t want you to overwork yourself this winter. Maybe this’ll be enough so you can take your birthday off, too, do something fun instead of working at the docks.”
Bucky looks up at him with big, beautiful eyes. “Stevie, I can’t-”
“You have to take it,” Steve says. “I sold a few drawings for that.”
Bucky rolls his eyes but can’t wipe the smile off of his face.
“Fine, but then can I give you another present?”
Steve looks at him, confused. But Bucky just leans forward a little bit, slowly, until his face is inches from Steve’s.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly.
“Yeah,” Steve replies softly.
Bucky leans forward to join their lips and Steve melts into the gentle kiss. Maybe Bucky has noticed. Maybe he feels the same way, too. Christmas is a time for miracles, after all.
maybe could you do “are you blushing” “no it’s just cold” and heater stopped working for pre-war stucky?? with just... soft boys? have a lovely day! <3
[12 & 16 from this prompt list!! thank u for the request :) would love if y’all kept sending them in, these ficlets are super fun to write and getting me excited for the holidays 🤍♥️☁️❄️💚 warnings: brief internalized homophobia]
cranberry red
Steve and Bucky were used to cold winters. They had to be, growing up in Brooklyn, growing up during the Depression. They survived quite a few winters they thought they wouldn’t- or at least that Bucky thought Steve wouldn’t, with his many ailments teaming up with the weather to take a toll on his small body.
One year, however, 1938, two years after they moved in together, they got a heater. It was cheap, an oil burner, but Bucky had saved up work money to get it and make the winters easier on him and his best friend.
But now it was 1941, and the heater was on its last legs. It was cheap to begin with, and Bucky hadn’t expected it to last long, but Christmas was soon, and the cold was only gonna get worse.
He came home from work one day to see Steve wrapped in a blanket on the couch, shivering as he busied himself with his sketchbook. Bucky could feel the extra chill in the air.
“Did we lose her?” Bucky asks, slipping off his boots and nodding his head towards the heater in the corner.
“Yeah,” Steve replies, not looking up from his drawing.
“Damn,” Bucky says, sitting down next to Steve. “We’re just gonna have to get a new one.”
“No,” Steve says, looking over at Bucky. “We barely have enough to cover rent as it is.”
Bucky rolls his eyes but he knows Steve’s right. Steve’s right a lot more than Bucky’s willing to admit. So he shrugs off his coat and places it around Steve’s body. It occurs to him that that’s something a guy would do for his best gal, and that a lot of what he does for Steve is stuff that a guy would do for his best gal. It’s just like that with them, though. It doesn’t mean anything. It can’t mean anything.
Bucky’s always told himself that, that he has to ignore it, has to push those feelings away. He just can’t feel that way about his best friend.
But Steve looks so good wrapped up in Bucky’s clothes, beautiful lips parted as he concentrates on his drawing. He looks so good, so sweet, so perfect, all soft skin and hard angles, things Bucky doesn’t wanna think about but can’t help it.
So he leans towards Steve and kisses the top of his head.
Heat rushes to Steve’s face, cranberry red cheeks, and he ducks down into his sketchbook.
“Are you blushing?” Bucky raises an eyebrow and nudges Steve with his elbow.
“No, it’s just cold,” Steve mutters.
Bucky grins, and rests his head on Steve’s bony shoulders. It can’t mean anything, sure, but it does.
hey there !! for the holiday prompts, can you pls do 22 for stucky☺️💞have a nice day/night (if it’s night where you live)
[thank u sm for the request!! 🥺 i’m still taking prompts, so if people want to send me them, i would love that!!! this is a really short essentially first draft of a thing but hope u enjoy!! warnings: brief steve body image issues]
next christmas
Steve has a mission but he’s momentarily distracted by the snow falling outside the window. It’s not rare, snow on Christmas Eve in Brooklyn, but its beauty gets him every time anyways. He’s itching to draw, to paint the blue-white wonderland, moon high in the sky, a calm washed over the city in the night. But he has a mission.
He tries to grab the last blanket from the linen closet, a musty old sector of the apartment, with a door that doesn’t shut fully and shelves higher than Steve can usually reach by himself. He jumps a little bit for the striped sheet, and groans in frustration when his fingertips graze it. He’s fifteen, and the doctors say he’s probably not done growing, but unless he has an eight inch growth spurt, he’s destined to always be a little unhappy with his height.
“Need a hand?”
And as usual, his best friend has his back. Or is pressed to his back, currently, reaching past him to pick up the blanket.
“I had it,” Steve says, spinning to face Bucky. He’s so close, too close.
“Sure you did, pal,” Bucky smirks, looking down at Steve.
Bucky’s always been taller, more handsome. Steve gets a funny feeling whenever they’re together, that he used to chalk up to jealousy, but has since realized is more than that. He swallows it down and pushes past Bucky, snatching the sheet from his hands.
“Come on, we have a fort to finish,” Steve chides, marching into the living room. He can hear Bucky following, and thinks about how strange it is. How they’ve just followed each other’s leads all their lives.
He shakes the thought then crawls into the fort, tucking himself against the back of the wall.
Bucky appears at the structure’s entrance and grins. “You gonna throw me that blanket, champ?”
“The finishing touch,” Steve notes then tosses Bucky the sheet. He plasters it over the doorway after moving further into the fort, then scoots over so that he’s side by side with Steve.
They’ve done this ever year, on Christmas Eve, since they were kids. A blanket fort may seem stupid now, to other teenage boys, at least, and Steve was scared it would to Bucky, too, but Bucky practically turned red when Steve had asked: “What do you mean, are we doing it? Of course we are!” and that was that.
Except last year, and every year before, Bucky didn’t seem so close. He didn’t radiate this addicting warmth, and didn’t make Steve’s stomach turn with every breath he took.
Their legs are touching, their backs up against the wall, just breathing in their masterpiece. Steve can feel every slight movement Bucky is making. It hurts how much he wants to kiss him.
Steve wonders if he’ll ever muster up the courage to tell Bucky how he feels. He certainly doesn’t have the guts to do it now. Maybe next Christmas.
Steve knows he can’t avoid Bucky forever. Even if it wasn’t a small apartment building already, where he’s run into people he’s trying not to see plenty of times before, there’s no way Winifred Barnes is gonna go a holiday season without inviting Sarah and Steve over for dinner. Last year, they got out of it because Sarah had an emergency shift at the hospital. The year before, Bucky’s flight had been delayed because of a blizzard, and he hadn’t made it home in time for the meal. Steve had a great time catching up with his sister, Becca, though.
So, as Steve is painfully aware, it’s been almost two and a half years since he’s really seen Bucky Barnes. The two of them just never texted to make plans like they said they would, and then never ran into each other. Which in hindsight, Steve supposes isn’t surprising, given everything that happened between them.
[yes this is based on the taylor swift song “tis the damn season” shhhh,,,, playlist for this fic here!! this is my longest fic so far and i hope yall like it <3]
“I’m planning on taking a journey soon.” He straightens up even further when he realizes his shoulders have begun hunching in. “A quest,” he corrects just to make his intention clear.
James blinks again. “A quest?” He says slowly.
“Yes.” Steve’s heart feels like it’s beating straight out of his ears, but he forced himself to go on. He’s too close to finishing to stop. “I’m going on a quest.” He pauses to lick his lips, eyes still locked with James' own. “And if you’re willing, I’d like for you to go with me.“
for everyone who has come along for this ride with me: we have finally reached the end! stream the final chapter while it’s fresh. tell your friends to read the rest. <3
Steve had always attributed it to jealousy. He walked around jealous of Bucky, of his body and his charm and his way with women. His tendency to zone out while watching Bucky’s lips was because envied the allure of Bucky’s words, and the way he got to kiss any dame he wanted and who wanted him with those lips, those fucking perfect lips. Steve burned with something, with resentment, of course, when Bucky stood too close and towered over Steve, just proving that he was more attractive, more beautiful than Steve would ever be.
Or that’s what he had thought.
But now, in the dark corners of his mind, Steve has to face the truth. The tug on his sternum is not out of bitterness but desire. Why else would he pretend it’s Bucky’s hand on him when he touches himself? Why else can’t he get Bucky out of his mind?
[another fic inspired by a taylor swift song!!! i love reading and writing prewar stevebucky :,) i hope u enjoy!!]
When Natasha first laid eyes on Sam, she knew she wanted to know him. She wasn’t sure exactly how but nonetheless, it wasn’t a feeling she was used to, having willed herself to suppress it, her desire for human connection. It had been easier that way, for most of her life, but a few people had slipped through the cracks.
Steve was one of them. And for better or worse, she trusted his judgment. So if he was friends with this charming, smiley guy who Natasha was instantly drawn to, he had to be a decent person. She wanted to ask Steve about him when they drove off but thought it would come across the wrong way- or rather, the right one. Natasha was in the habit of pressing Steve on his personal life, but not at the risk of revealing anything about her own.
[so here’s where i admit to being a samnat shipper and that i’ve had this idea forever and decided to see it through after watching bw!! this is my first nonstucky marvel story and i hope i did okay!!! please reblog if u liked it mwah!!]
[so this kind of just happened to me and i need to write a ficlet about it to cope 😭💀💔 warnings: mild smut]
lock the door
They are not supposed to be here. Bucky was just supposed to come over to get a book, but somehow these small excuses never do their job and they always wind up in bed.
“What time is Sam coming back?” Bucky asks Steve in between kisses.
“Probably not for a bit…” he responds throatily as Bucky slips his hand under his shirt and shifts his mouth to Steve’s neck. “Go lock the door.”
[so this kind of just happened to me and i need to write a ficlet about it to cope 😭💀💔 warnings: mild smut]
lock the door
They are not supposed to be here. Bucky was just supposed to come over to get a book, but somehow these small excuses never do their job and they always wind up in bed.
“What time is Sam coming back?” Bucky asks Steve in between kisses.
“Probably not for a bit…” he responds throatily as Bucky slips his hand under his shirt and shifts his mouth to Steve’s neck. “Go lock the door.”
Bucky scrambles out of bed and turns the lock, then takes his shirt off. Steve does the same, and they both follow suit with their pants until they’re naked.
Steve ends up with his face between Bucky’s legs, sucking his dick and fingering him. His mind is hazy, lost in making Bucky feel good, in eliciting those oh-so-lovely sounds he makes when he feels good.
He’s so focused that he doesn’t hear footsteps approaching the door. He only hears it open, and fear rocks his whole body.
It all happens so fast. Steve pulls out and whips his head around to see Sam, jaw dropped, then turns to look at Bucky, who simultaneously looks horrified and is still panting. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-
“Oh, my God, I am so sorry, Sam, I-”
Sam shuts his eyes and holds up his hands. “I’m gonna go to the library.”
“No, no, it’s okay, we…” Steve tries to put together any thought that’s not a string of curse words while Bucky reaches for their clothes, and makes panicked eye contact with Steve.
“I’m going!” Sam leaves before they can do anything.
Bucky groans and Steve buries his face in his hands. After a few seconds, Steve bursts out laughing and Bucky joins him. They meet each other’s eyes and laugh even harder. It’s a mix of laughter and whining for a minute or so before Steve just says, “Oh, my God.”
“I cannot believe that just happened.” Bucky sat back down on the bed with Steve.
“I thought you locked the door!”
“I did!” Steve gives him a look. “I thought I did!” Bucky corrects.
“Our lock kinda sucks sometimes… Fucking hell.”
“There is not a more compromising position we could’ve been in,” Bucky snorts. “Like, that was really bad.”
“I know,” Steve practically wails. “We need to text him.”
When they both reach for their phones, they find a message from Sam already waiting:
you two need anything from the library? books, condoms?
Steve bursts out laughing, and then another text comes in.
yall are fine, this kinda thing happens
but next time i’m expecting a sock on the door!
so dobby can be free
This time Bucky laughs. “Jesus…”
Steve ran a hand through his hair, too frazzled to do much else besides sit there for a minute.
He and Bucky wade in and out of laughter and embarrassment for the next twenty minutes, get dressed, and send a million and a half apology texts to Sam.
Steve feels horrible, it’s his room, and therefore his responsibility to navigate sex in the room, but Sam’s being such a good sport about it, and maybe hasn’t been completely traumatized.
The three of them are supposed to get dinner later, so Sam eventually changes the subject to ask where.
When Natasha first laid eyes on Sam, she knew she wanted to know him. She wasn’t sure exactly how but nonetheless, it wasn’t a feeling she was used to, having willed herself to suppress it, her desire for human connection. It had been easier that way, for most of her life, but a few people had slipped through the cracks.
Steve was one of them. And for better or worse, she trusted his judgment. So if he was friends with this charming, smiley guy who Natasha was instantly drawn to, he had to be a decent person. She wanted to ask Steve about him when they drove off but thought it would come across the wrong way- or rather, the right one. Natasha was in the habit of pressing Steve on his personal life, but not at the risk of revealing anything about her own.
[so here’s where i admit to being a samnat shipper and that i’ve had this idea forever and decided to see it through after watching bw!! this is my first nonstucky marvel story and i hope i did okay!!! please reblog if u liked it mwah!!]
When Natasha first laid eyes on Sam, she knew she wanted to know him. She wasn’t sure exactly how but nonetheless, it wasn’t a feeling she was used to, having willed herself to suppress it, her desire for human connection. It had been easier that way, for most of her life, but a few people had slipped through the cracks.
Steve was one of them. And for better or worse, she trusted his judgment. So if he was friends with this charming, smiley guy who Natasha was instantly drawn to, he had to be a decent person. She wanted to ask Steve about him when they drove off but thought it would come across the wrong way- or rather, the right one. Natasha was in the habit of pressing Steve on his personal life, but not at the risk of revealing anything about her own.
[so here’s where i admit to being a samnat shipper and that i’ve had this idea forever and decided to see it through after watching bw!! this is my first nonstucky marvel story and i hope i did okay!!! please reblog if u liked it mwah!!]
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