#stuckytrashnet

[spacebuck]

Okay but consider: Steve and Bucky learning how to use smartphones and/or Starkphones.

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.

but as soon as they’re around tony, they pretend they have no fuckin clue what they’re doing, just to see the annoyed little vein pop in stark’s forehead

[fhinnpoe-moved]

chris evans in a suit drinking whiskey can **** ** ***

[hargrieve]

vigilantesteve --> tchallasams

[spacebuck]

i have a headcanon that bucky still likes to scoop steve up and throw him over his shoulder when he's being obnoxious even after the serum

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.

and bucky’s got his hand on steve’s ass to stop anyone staring at it, because people are staring, and when steve pinches his ass in retaliation he stops, drops steve back to his feet. when steve glares at him, he just shrugs and says you’re not getting arrested on my watch and steve rolls his eyes, though he appreciates that bucky did the right thing by getting him out

[spacebuck]

ohhh boy do i have a present for you my pal my buddy my bucky. imagine: steve & bucky don't die ("die") in ww2, and they go home with peggy and howard. its a communal home - steve and peggy remain on good terms, but she finds someone else. a certain angela martinelli. whom she loves v v much. [1/?]

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

this is beautiful what a Gift

[spacebuck]

I'm sort of in love with the idea of Steve doing something stupid and pissing Bucky off. So Bucky teases him all day and gets Steve all hot and bothered and just dying to power fuck Bucky into the mattress, and then when they get home Bucky just steals one of Steve's huge sweaters and goes straight to bed.

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.

steve manages to grease his way back into bucky’s good graces that night by making him a coffee and giving him a shoulder rub. he still doesn’t get any, but he’s allowed to sleep in their bed and bucky doesn’t protest when steve wraps himself around bucky in his usual limpet move so that’s good enough for now

[spacebuck]

mmmmmm okay healing!bucky time. so bucky has kind of been fucked over by the government at this point, right? i mean, if we go by the idea that buck was drafted, essentially he's been forced into combat situations for, what, between 1943 and 2014 that's 71 years? albeit, of course, all that time in cryo, but c'mon. (1/?)

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

and bucky laughs it off, and his face is so so soft as he looks up at steve, and steve’s cheeks are almost as red as his lips as he mumbles out an apology, but bucky just smiles, slow and warm, takes the hand on his hip and says better get that monster fed then

[spacebuck]

Some nights in Wakanda, when it isn't too hot, Bucky will put on 40s tunes and make Steve swing dance with him. Steve is still as terrible as he used to be. Steve doesn't resist it now though, it's one of the few things that seems to cheer Buck up these days. Sometimes they'll talk about what life would have been like if they'd made it home in 1945. How it would have still been them against the world, just for different reasons.

and it’s nice, steve’s hand gripped firmly in his own, sharing each other’s space even if it’s just for a heartbeat before the song pulls them apart again, it’s nice, breaths mingling each moment they’re close, lips grazing each other’s as steve talks soft and slow. it’s nice, a chance to acknowledge what could have been when they both know that they wouldn’t go back if it meant the rings on their fingers wouldn’t mean more than a whispered promise, a show of solidarity against a world that wouldn’t accept them.

it’s nice.