Hello and welcome back to a new fic rec collection that will be easier for me to update as I read more. Of course, I still have over 300 pages of AO3 history to get through before I can truly call it up to date, but we will get there eventually.
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give me more hockey steve. more tough guy, badass captain on the ice, softie off the ice. give me more bucky bring his biggest fan in the stands, or joining him on the ice. i just want more hockey stucky.
A few months after the fall of the Triskelion and the start of Steve’s two year long search for Bucky, Sam returns home for a short while to find a note lying on his kitchen counter, handwriting shaky, almost as if written by someone learning to write for the first time. Or, Sam later realized, by someone relearning how to write after decades of torture.
THANK YOU FOR WATCHING STEVE. HE IS DUMB WHEN NOBODY TAKES CARE OF WATCHES HIM.
When Sam shows Steve the note later, as they’re on a jet heading towards Eastern Europe to check out another lead on the Winter Soldier’s whereabouts, he doesn’t know why he’s surprised when Steve, eyes wide and teary, pulls out a matching note.
STOP BEING DUMB. YOU ARE BIG NOW BUT I DON’T WANT YOU CAN STILL BE HURT.
“Sing to me, Buck?”
There was a lump in his throat as he asked the question, curled up into Bucky’s side as if he was trying absorb himself into his lover’s body, eyes watery as he clung to anything he could reach.
“Which song, sweetheart?”
Bucky brushed his hands through Steve’s hair, his own eyes gentle and full of love and awe that he could still hold the man he had loved for nearly a century. That he could take care of his sweetheart after brutal missions, hold him through the night and brush away the tears that came with the nightmares that Steve always tried to hide.
“I dunno.” Steve’s voice caught in his throat. “Whichever… whichever one you want.”
Bucky wasn’t sure which nightmare it was tonight that woke Steve up with broken sobs and cut off screams, but something told him (perhaps it was the way Steve was clinging, his fingers tight enough to leave bruises, or the calls of Bucky! that woke him up) that Steve was struggling to remind himself that he wasn’t alone anymore, that Bucky was there, Bucky wasn’t dead and gone and lost like he had been for so long.
“I think I have a new one to sing to you, how do you feel about that?”
Bucky could feel the smile that formed on Steve’s face rather than see it and smiled.
“A new one?”
“A new one,” Bucky confirmed.
“Can I hear it?” Steve’s voice was quiet, filled with the awe he felt at being able to listen to Bucky sing him new songs about their love, that it wasn’t like his dreams where Bucky was gone and Steve was alone and —
“Of course, sweetheart. C’mon, close your eyes.”
Bucky pulled Steve closer, a hand still running through his golden hair as he started to sing about red strings of fate and the endurance of love. Steve shivered, the tension seeping out of his body as he relaxed into Bucky’s arms.
“I swear to God, I’m coming home to you, I swear there’s nothing I won’t do. There’s just one place I should be, and it’s right here in your arms. I think we are forever, and I’d find you anywhere. Darling in any universe there is, I swear to God I’m yours.”
A tear leaked out of Steve’s eye and he hurriedly wiped it away. His heart hurt, hearing Bucky’s melodic voice and feeling the love emanating from his words. Bucky was here. Bucky was home, Bucky wasn’t going to leave him again.
“You came home to me,” Steve said as Bucky finished the song, his voice quavering. “I never thought I’d hear you sing to me again. You came home.”
“Of course I did, sweetheart. And nothing will ever keep me from your side again, I promise.”
“I love you. So much, Bucky.”
“And I love you, Stevie, more than anything. C’mon, I’ll sing a few more songs for you, close your eyes. I’ll be here.”
And as Bucky’s voice once again filled the quiet, cozy bedroom, Steve drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
I’m looking for a fic!! It’s a Stevebucky Werewolf tfa canon divergent fic where the serum turned them both into werewolves but Bucky’s wolf is more human/monstrous like. The Howlies burst into the room their staying in and both Steve and Bucky try to protect each other and the others are like,, is that them? yea who else would defend each other like that. There’s also a bet going on as to how Steve and Bucky will tell the others that they’re in a relationship, one being that Bucky will pull them aside and give the Howlies a shovel talk for not giving him the shovel talk.
Anyways, I’ve read this fic like 10 times and I love it and somehow have never recc’ed it and now I can’t find it??? Idk if it’s been deleted or something but if you have a link or a copy pls share bc it’s one of my absolute favorites solely bc of the stupidly adorable dog-like thoughts the boys have and their utter protectiveness.
Thanks!! <3
Do you ever think about the fact that maybe Steve doesn’t think he deserves friends, or people who care about him? That he looks back on his life, on how Bucky always ended up hurt because he had to pull Steve out of fights, how his ma overworked herself to take care of his sickly body, how Peggy put her career on the line for him for the chance that maybe Bucky was alive, how Bucky literally died for him, and thinks, all I’ve ever done is hurt those I’ve cared about? That he purposely kept his distance from the new team in the new century not only because he’s grieving the world he left but also because he thinks all he’ll do is put them in danger if he tries to get too close? That he shrugs off anyone who tries to care for him because all I do is hurt people, they deserve better, I don’t deserve their comfort?
And do you ever think about how Bucky would refuse to hear that, would keep pushing Steve to let him in, would remind him again and again and again that you deserve love, you deserve comfort, you’ve given so much for this world and it’s ok to be held, you’ve never hurt me, you’re worth it ?
Interviewer: Sergeant Barnes, the world is wondering - do you like tall girls or short girls?
Bucky: I like men named Steve Rogers.
“Meeting Captain America is not the honor you think it is. Meeting Steve Rogers, though? That’s the greatest honor anyone could have.”
-A drunk quote by James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes to the Howling Commandos, 1944
“I’m so tired, Buck.”
There was a picture on the wall this time, not one of the drawings Steve had looked at for years, aching to see his other half once more. An actual, real life picture. Maybe it hurt more to see Bucky’s radiant smile captured by the camera, his gaze light and fond as he looked at Steve the night of their wedding celebration in Wakanda. When Steve had finally gathered the courage to ask the question he had promised Bucky he’d make years ago, when they were just naive teenagers in Brooklyn.
It was nothing like what they had dreamed of as boys, but it didn’t matter. It was a promise, a celebration, a forever. It was all they needed.
Steve twisted the ring on his finger and swallowed the ache in his throat, his mind lingering on the ashes floating through the air, the hand reaching out, just a little too late…
“I’m so tired, Buck.”
How many times did he have to lose Bucky? How long would he be forced to fight wars he didn’t choose?
“I miss you.”
“I’m so tired, Buck.”
There was a picture on the wall this time, not one of the drawings Steve had looked at for years, aching to see his other half once more. An actual, real life picture. Maybe it hurt more to see Bucky’s radiant smile capture by the camera, his gaze light and fond as he looked at Steve the night of their wedding celebration in Wakanda. When Steve had finally gained the courage to finally ask the question he had promised Bucky he’d make years ago, when they were just naive teenagers in Brooklyn.
Steve twisted the ring on his finger and swallowed the ache in his throat, his mind lingering on the ashes floating through the air, the hand reaching out, just a little too late…
“I’m so tired, Buck.”
How many times did he have to lose Bucky? How long would he be forced to fight wars he didn’t choose?
“I miss you.”
Continued on AO3
it has been completed
[an excerpt from the journal of Steve Rogers, October 2012]
Nightmare. Third night in a row. Same thing. Falling. Falling. Falling. Can’t hold on. Sorry, sorry, sorry, screaming. I can’t watch him fall again don’t know what to do anymore.
I miss Bu Buck him.
Not sure why they tell me that it’s good to remind myself of the year and where I am when remembering the year and where I am hurts even more.
In the years following the fall of SHIELD, the years spent searching and aching and praying, it felt to Steve that he had just discovered what the missing piece to his puzzle was. And now, holding Bucky in his arms, his long, soft hair sleep-mussed, eyes gentle and loving, he felt complete.
Let’s consider What If? Meaning, let me wrap my mind around one specific event — the Red Skull using the tesseract to open a portal that summons a tentacled horror. First, let’s address this: Peggy Carter stole the tesseract and returned it to the Allied Forces when Arnim Zola and the other HYDRA forces were returning it to the Red Skull. This is the equivalent of Steve’s rescue of Bucky (and the rest of the 107th), as it is what “proves” Peggy’s worth as “Captain America.” In turn, Howard Stark uses the tesseract to create the HYDRA stomper, which Steve uses to, as the name implies, stomp HYDRA. Later on, we witness an interaction between the Red Skull and N*zis, in which the men declare that H*tler is unhappy with the Red Skull’s inability to provide results — such as his loss of the tesseract — following which the Red Skull shoots the man. So now, explain to me one thing:
When did the Red Skull regain control of the tesseract?
“I’m so tired, Buck.”
There was a picture on the wall this time, not one of the drawings Steve had looked at for years, aching to see his other half once more. An actual, real life picture. Maybe it hurt more to see Bucky’s radiant smile capture by the camera, his gaze light and fond as he looked at Steve the night of their wedding celebration in Wakanda. When Steve had finally gained the courage to finally ask the question he had promised Bucky he’d make years ago, when they were just naive teenagers in Brooklyn.
Steve twisted the ring on his finger and swallowed the ache in his throat, his mind lingering on the ashes floating through the air, the hand reaching out, just a little too late…
“I’m so tired, Buck.”
How many times did he have to lose Bucky? How long would he be forced to fight wars he didn’t choose?
“I miss you.”
Continued on AO3
When Steve woke up in the 21st century, there was an ache in his chest that no one else seemed to understand or even care to understand. It’s the 21st century, Cap, things are so much better now! They said, without thinking to recognize the absolute loss of everything he had lived his life thinking was there to stay.
Sure, the 21st century was great. Wonderful, even. Absolutely spectacular. But how could he go through the beauty that was the world without turning to… no, he couldn’t even think of it.
It seemed that the only constant was the sun and the moon, following the patterns of the chase they had shared for thousands of years, their love never ending and never dying.
Just like him and…
No, he still couldn’t say it without his voice breaking, his heart cracking in his chest and all the strength he tried to hold leaving his body. The loss of his century was nothing compared to the loss of his… his…
His Bucky. His love. His soulmate. The moon to his sun, all of the stars in the sky seemed to shine for him.
Bucky, Bucky, I wish you could see this with me, he cried to the sky, his heart open and aching and his entire being pleading with the universe to please, please, let Bucky come back to me, let me hold him again, let me love him, please, that’s all I want, please, bring him back to me.
The stars seemed to shine brighter one night in 2014, as Steve lay on his roof like he and Bucky had done so many years ago, like a promise, as if to say, I’ll always be with you, Stevie, always and forever.
ever just cry because steve and bucky loved each other so much they found each other again and again and again
