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Stucky Fic: Troubled Water Running Cold

Do y’all want some P A I N?

Stucky | WIP | chapter 1/3 posted | estimated WC 10k | rating E

Summary: 

Bucky Barnes loved Steve Rogers. Steve Rogers loved him back. And, yet, this is still a story about love that was, but never got to be.

I don't even know what to tell you, folks. The tragedy that is Bucky Barnes compels me to write shit like this.

Mind the tags! Unrequited requited love, Heavy angst, TFA compliant, Bucky POV (and we all know how that movie ends for him), Explicit sexual content, Heavy pining, + a whole lot of other tags. Not a fluffy fic peeps.

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Fic: Right Hook

Pairing: Stucky | Steve/Bucky WC: 25k, Rating: Explicit, Status: Completed

“I’m taking you down to Ivan’s Gym on Saturday,” Bucky says. He lifts his hand to shut Steve up as soon as he notices Steve is about to interrupt. “I’m not taking no for an answer here, Steve. You might be the stubborn one out of the pair of us, but I ain’t backing down on this. If you’re gonna fight, you’re at least gonna learn how to punch properly.”

“I can punch,” Steve counters.

Bucky levels him with a flat stare. He doesn’t need words to say; if you knew how to punch you wouldn’t be looking like that.

A 1940s fic wherein Bucky decides it's high time for Steve to learn how to throw a proper punch so he takes him to a boxing gym. Feelings ensue!

Tags: Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger, 1940s, Pre-World War II, Brooklyn, Boxing, Getting Together, Humor, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Pining, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical Racism, Light Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Blow Jobs, Mouth Kink, because let's face it you can't NOT have a mouth kink when it comes to Bucky Barnes

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Soooo that Boxing Gym fic I talked about ages ago? Yeah. I'm sick of this WIP in my folder so I'm hoping posting the first chapter will finally make me finish it. The fic is basically 70% done so you shouldn't wait too long for an update. In fact, I'll update with another chapter on Sunday and hopefully write the ending (3rd chapter) during the weekend too.

Title: Right Hook

M, Chapter 1/3, estimated wc: 30k

Summary: When Steve comes home with busted knuckles and an even more busted face again, Bucky decides it’s time to teach him how to throw a proper punch. Ivan’s Gym is the perfect place to break a sweat without also breaking your whole face.

Or another 1940s fic I couldn’t stop myself from writing.

Excerpt:

“So what, I’m just gonna be fake punching it and you’ll stand here criticizing my form?”

“Exactly. And Mrs. Cornwall said you weren’t smart...”

“Mrs. Cornwall thinks the Earth is flat.”

“Revolutionary, don’t you think?”

“Actually,” Steve quips, a smart look on his face, “it would be the opposite of that. You know, since the whole point of it is that it doesn’t revolve.”

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Why this excerpt you ask? Why because I’m still smug about this joke. Can’t help it when you’re funny like that.

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Chapter 3 of Right Hook is up

So chapter 3 is finally up. I’m considering this as the last chapter of the fic, but I changed the number of chapters to 4 instead of 3 because I’ll be posting a (banterous and smutty) epilogue tomorrow (Sunday!) and I wanted it as a separate chapter. 

Title: Right Hook

M (will change to E with the last chapter), Chapter 3/4, current wc: 22k

Summary: When Steve comes home with busted knuckles and an even more busted face again, Bucky decides it’s time to teach him how to throw a proper punch. Ivan’s Gym is the perfect place to break a sweat without also breaking your whole face.

Or another 1940s fic I couldn’t stop myself from writing.

Tags:  1940s, Pre-World War II Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers, Brooklyn, Boxing, Getting Together, Humor, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Pining, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical Racism, Light Angst 

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My Stucky Fics Masterlist

Like the title says, this isn’t a rec list, it’s more an inventory of my Stucky fics for me to keep on Tumblr - a masterlist if you will. It will be updated accordingly when and if I remember lol 

(note on 24 June 2020: I remembered!)

Troubled Water Running Cold

Word count: 15k Rating: Explicit Summary: Bucky Barnes loved Steve Rogers. Steve Rogers loved him back. And, yet, this is still a story about love that was, but never got to be.

I don't even know what to tell you, folks. The tragedy that is Bucky Barnes compels me to write shit like this.

Tags: Angst (like so much angst), Catfa compliant, (requited) unrequited love (it’s complicated), Internalized homophobia, discovering bisexuality in a historical context

Right Hook 

Word count: 25k Rating: Explicit Summary: “I’m taking you down to Ivan’s Gym on Saturday,” Bucky says. He lifts his hand to shut Steve up as soon as he notices Steve is about to interrupt. “I’m not taking no for an answer here, Steve. You might be the stubborn one out of the pair of us, but I ain’t backing down on this. If you’re gonna fight, you’re at least gonna learn how to punch properly.”

“I can punch,” Steve counters. Bucky levels him with a flat stare. He doesn’t need words to say; if you knew how to punch you wouldn’t be looking like that.

A 1940s fic wherein Bucky decides it's high time for Steve to learn how to throw a proper punch so he takes him to a boxing gym. Feelings ensue!

Tags:  Boxing fic, 1930s/40s Brooklyn, Period-typical attitudes, a light-hearted fic, pre-serum Steve Rogers

That Moment Divine     

Word count: 61k Rating: Explicit Summary: “‘S okay. It don’t have to mean nothing,” Bucky said, trying to convince himself as much as Steve. “‘S just rutting. Just a bit of rutting.” 

His lips were so dry, his mouth too, and his throat, but the rest of his body felt like hot languid liquid was flowing through it. Steve swallowed, licked his lips. Maybe Steve’s mouth was dry too?

One hot summer, when Bucky and Steve are fifteen, the line between their friendship and something new that Bucky can’t quite name blurs. It is only years later that the line disappears completely and Bucky can finally put a name to that something.

Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, 1930s/40s Brooklyn, Internalized Homophobia, Sexual Content

Paint Brushes, Suspenders, and One (1) Frog                              

Word count: 14k with AMAZING embedded art by @jayscrawls !!! Rating: Teen and up Summary: Follow Steve Rogers as he navigates student life at Marvel Art Academy. Watch him suffer through Banner’s boring classes, Loki’s disturbing lessons and Danvers’s eccentric pedagogical approaches, all while dealing with his attraction to the newest asset to the student body: one hipster Bucky Barnes.

Tags: Humor, Punk Steve Rogers, Hipster Bucky Barnes, Artists Steve and Bucky, Art School

The Path to Heaven Is Paved With Fucks                             

Word count: 17k  Rating: Explicit Summary: Steve Rogers has a filthy mouth—it's just a fact. "Language" and "watch your mouth" is something he hears on the daily. Too bad it didn't help in the past and it doesn't help now.

tldr; Steve cusses his way through decades.

Tags: Humor, Angst, Pining, Sexual content, Howling Commandos, Avengers

Isn't It Funny (How It Doesn't Really Make Me Laugh)                           

Word count: 3.5k  Rating: Explicit Summary: Steve’s ma wasn’t home for the night. She told the boys to stay in. It was too cold to go out, she’d said, and made them promise to stay inside. Bored out of their minds, they found themselves elbows deep in her wardrobe. When Steve pulled out some ladies’ underwear from the drawer Bucky urged him to put it on, laughing.

He doesn’t feel much like laughing now.

Tags: Smut fic, Lingerie, Pre-War, 1930s, Porn with Feelings

It Was Always True                         

Word count: 700 words  Rating: General  Summary: On the 9th day after Endgame, the sad fangirl wrote a sad fic: Bucky's angsty thoughts when Steve leaves to return back the stones.

Tags: Endgame Compliant, Angst!!!, Unrequited Love

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That Moment Divine (E, 61k, completed)

“‘S okay. It don’t have to mean nothing,” Bucky said, trying to convince himself as much as Steve. “‘S just rutting. Just a bit of rutting.”

His lips were so dry, his mouth too, and his throat, but the rest of his body felt like hot languid liquid was flowing through it. Steve swallowed, licked his lips. Maybe Steve’s mouth was dry too?

One hot summer, when Bucky and Steve are fifteen, the line between their friendship and something new that Bucky can’t quite name blurs. It is only years later that the line disappears completely and Bucky can finally put a name to that something.

Tags: Pre-War, Pre-Captain America: The First Avenger, 1930s, 1940s, Brooklyn, Angst, Period Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Consensual Underage Sex, Sex in general, Pre-Serum Steve

I also made a playlist of all the1930s/40s songs that are mentioned in the fic. 

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Once again, I’d like to thank my beta @tdcatsblog for sticking with me through all the chapters. The fic would not be the same without her. As always, it’s been a joy working with you, TD <3

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Chapter 6/6 - That Moment Divine (COMPLETED)

FINALLY! The fic is completed! Done! Happy ending achieved! Read the chapter here.

Final word count: 61k Rated: E About: Pre-war Stucky shenanigans. Lots of angst. Lots of feels.

Excerpt from this chapter:

“You —” Steve, blinked slowly, surprised. “You want me to — you?”

“Yeah. I mean, only if you want to?” Bucky now felt ridiculous for asking. Maybe Steve wouldn’t like doing that. And that was fine, Bucky was absolutely game for anything. “If you don’t want to, I can —”

“No,” Steve’s response was hasty. “No, I just. Well, I didn’t think you’d...imagine it like that.”

One of his shoulders gave a small self-deprecating jolt. Steve was thinking along the same lines as Bucky was. But Steve’s small body had never stopped him from doing anything he wanted, so Bucky didn’t know why it should be any different here. Steve’s spirit was greater than even the biggest body could ever contain. And Bucky wanted it, he wanted to feel...to feel Steve take him, wanted the world to fall away as Steve took control.

Bucky traced his knuckles along Steve’s collarbone. It was smooth and pale, bar a few red splotches. He couldn’t quite meet Steve’s eyes. “I wanna feel you.” His dick jumped at the mere thought of letting Steve touch him there, of sliding inside of him. “Everything you wanna give, Steve. I want it.”

Steve caught Bucky’s jaw in his hand, turning him so that he had no option but to look into his eyes. “Yes. Jesus Christ, yes.”

Bucky leaned in closer, emboldened. “You been thinking about that, Stevie?” He ran his thumb under Steve’s ear, where he knew he was sensitive. Steve shivered. “Been rubbing it off on the thought of getting to put it in me?”

Bucky had to run his mouth to keep up his bravado, and the bonus was that it made Steve’s face go all hot, his eyes firing up. It was worth it for that alone. Steve retaliated in the dirtiest way he could. His hand, which had been resting on Bucky’s middle back, slid down, nails scraping on Bucky’s skin, undoubtedly marking their journey with a red line. Steve dragged his hand down tantalizingly slowly, digging his nails into Bucky’s lower back, until they came to rest over his buttcheek. “Matter of fact,” Steve muttered, “I have.”

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And then they fuck *raised hands emoji*

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The songs featured in this chapter are  All The Things You Are sung by Helen Forest and The Very Thought of You sung by Al Bowlly. I’ll probably make a playlist once I get home from vacation if anyone is interested in it.

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Chapter 5 (of 6) of That Moment Divine

After a long wait I finally posted Chapter 5 of That Moment Divine. Read the chapter here. Start at the beginning here. The last chapter, Chapter 6, will be posted in the following week (yes it’s already written!)

Word count up till now: 50k Rated: E About: Pre-war Stucky shenanigans. Lots of angst. Lots of feels. 

Excerpt from this chapter:

He’d always known Steve had a smattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks. He used to tease him about them when they were younger, asking if he’d sprayed gravy on his face. But now, now he noticed Steve had freckles. It made him absolutely crazy, knowing that Steve had freckles, before he knew Steve had freckles.

Another thing he’d always known, but had apparently forgotten, was how fucking bitchy Steve was. If Steve were an old lady, he’d be walking down the street grumbling at uncouth youth, swinging his oversized leather purse at every jerk who dared throw an empty cigarette pack onto the street. He bitched about everything. The weather, the noise, the bad street lamp, the dog two floors down, the crack in the fucking tile on the kitchen floor. But his bitching was an honest-to-god comedy show. Instead of making Bucky feel like he was living with a serial complainer, he felt like he was shacked up with all three of the Marx brothers.

“That dog sounds like your father singing while your deaf neighbor accompanies him on a harmonica. Brooklyn’s worst fucking dog. What was God fucking thinking, giving that wheezing son of a bitch a voice?” Then Steve would snort at his own accidental pun, grin at Bucky and say, real pleased with his own wit, “Literally a son of a bitch.”

Or his eyes would settle on the cracked kitchen tile, narrowing. “What the fuck is up with that tile, Buck?” Bucky would look at the direction of Steve’s pointed finger, and raise his eyebrows in question. “The tile, Bucky. It’s fucking cracked. It wasn’t cracked yesterday. You’d think we have hooves what with how the tiles are cracking faster than popcorn in this damn kitchen.”

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The song featured in this fic is the very famous Somewhere Over the Rainbow, sung by Judy Garland.