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Sep 29  via  ©   57 notes


September 22nd, 1994

T A G S:  awesome  
steve rogers + signs of depression
Sep 21  via  ©   7462 notes


i have time to draw againnnnnn now i just have to remember how

dialogue shamelessly stolen from captain america #603. here's the non-separated version

Sep 16  via  ©   7533 notes

Rec: Accidentally on Purpose

Title: Accidently on Purpose
By: nekare, notallbees
Summary: Bucky turns toward him, sliding his hand onto Steve’s hip as he mutters a lazy “G’night” and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. It takes him by surprise, and he barely has time to register Bucky’s half-closed eyes and the warmth of whiskey-ripe breath on his lips, before it’s over. // After Bucky drunkenly kisses Steve by accident, it just seems to keep on happening, until it’s not so much by accident anymore.
The Low Down: 12k, rated mature (but has explicit sexual content near the end), pairing Steve/Bucky, pre-Serum Steve Rogers and slow build relationship

Why? A delicious slow build that has some “accidental” kissing leading to one gloriously hot payoff. Both very sweet and very hot. A great read for when you want to have that slow build, dance around each other, these boys are idiots kind of fic.


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T A G S:  stucky    steve rogers    captain america    fanfiction    my rec    cap2 recs    bucky barnes    winter soldier    mcu    rated mature    pre-serum steve  


Hail Hydra

T A G S:  yes  


Imagine Bucky craving touch like oxygen. He’s always been a very physical person, showing his affection through pats on the back and grabbing and nudging and rough one-armed hugs that used to jar Steve’s fragile ribs. Now, after decades of being handled like a live grenade and touched only to restrain or hurt, his hands-on approach to friendship has been all but burned out of him. He’s twitchy and jumpy, all too aware of the brute strength in his own hands and the implicit danger in other people’s. He does not touch. He positions himself at a cautious distance from everyone around him, and when close quarters are required he shrinks in on himself like all his limbs are dangerous weapons that might lash out unexpectedly if he doesn’t keep them locked against his body.

And the others all assume that the distance is what he wants, until the day Steve finds him slumped against the bathroom cabinet after an incident Bucky has made it clear he doesn’t want to talk about, trying to strap his bruised and battered right hand with a bandage held taut between his teeth. “Let me,” Steve says, and Bucky cedes the task without a word of protest; Steve wraps his hand as gently as he can, aware that it’s probably sore as hell, and when he’s done Bucky doesn’t pull away. Just sits there, staring with a kind of wistful fixation at Steve’s hands cradling his.

So Steve tests the waters. Slowly, respectfully, mindful of the many reasons Bucky has to be wary of intrusions on his personal space. But everywhere he touches, all Bucky’s careful boundaries seem to melt like ice beneath his fingers: he rests his hand on Bucky’s forearm when they talk, and Bucky actually sways in closer, until the standing distance between them just barely rides the edge of social comfort. He sits right next to Bucky on the couch and lets his arm go numb from the weight of Bucky leaning in against him, cushioning his head on Steve’s shoulder with a comfortable sigh. He rests a hand on the back of Bucky’s neck and rubs the tense knots of muscle he finds there, and Bucky - there’s no other word for it - purrs, mouth slack and eyes wide with possibly the most disproportionate gratitude Steve has ever seen from him.

And it doesn’t cap out. The more Steve offers, the more Bucky drinks it all in. Steve commits every detail and every preference to memory: the arch of Bucky’s spine when Steve knuckles the knot between his shoulder blades; the quiet, radiating contentment when he sits beside Bucky on the couch and laces their fingers together; the shaky little exhalation when Steve combs his hands through his hair and scrapes his scalp with blunted nails.

Later, he will learn more again: the way Bucky melts into Steve’s kisses, eyes wide open like he doesn’t quite trust the experience to last if he closes them. The way they do scrunch closed when Steve wraps his arms around Bucky’s waist; the tiny shivers as Steve mouths his way down the curve of Bucky’s throat. He maps every inch of Bucky’s body with his hands and mouth until Bucky is squirming beneath him, eyes glassy and unfocused, breath coming in shaky gasps.

(When it’s over, Bucky does not let go of him for a very long time. Steve, unsurprisingly, doesn’t mind.)

Sep 13  via  ©   1143 notes


Where is the moment when needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion’s gone away
And I don’t need no carryin’ on.

(Daniel Powter - Bad Day)
I have the feeling that poor Merlin had a few bad centuries, not only a few bad days.

Sep 13  via  ©   1273 notes
T A G S:  too cute    merlin  



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