Til the Cows Come Home (слэш)

Steve loves his town. He loves the people, the narrow streets and faded houses. He loves the scraggly weeds that spring up in the sidewalk cracks and trundle into driveways. This place is his home and he loves every square inch of it.
That is, until a certain city-slicker rolls into the picture and throws Steve’s world upside down.
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Everything Bucky knows, he’s learned from the streets of Brooklyn. So why...why he had to be dragged from those bustling streets and dropped here, in the middle of fucking nowhere, is a mystery to him. Because Pukesville (he refuses to call it anything else) is shitty. This house that they’re holed up in is shitty. Everything about this situation is goddamn shitty and nothing can convince him otherwise.
Until he meets Steve Fucking Rogers.
(“If you’re not interested in pig’s balls, then you’re not cut out to read this fic to be perfectly fucking honest.” a story by itsmylifekay and whatthebodygraspsnot)