#endcfpeace

[endcfwar-blog]

“ nobody sees me the way you do. ”

i’m still here. | accepting.

“because you don’t let them.”HE KNEW THAT WAS a bullshit excuse. after all, he felt the same way. no one would ever look at him like he was anything other than the man he was today -- except bucky. because no one else had been there. no one else had stood by his side, mopped sweat off his brow during illness, picked him up out of the TRASH other than bucky. no one looked at him with eyes that told of something more than just seeing captain america. and he knew the same went for bucky. he saw the way people looked at him. he saw the way people VIEWED him. 

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“ i’m still in love with you. ”

i’m still here. | accepting.

“buck –” HE STOOD UP FROM THE bed, and moved away from it. his throat was tight and he passed a hand over his face in anxiety. he couldn’t look at him, that was a given fact. he was avoiding it. he was avoiding any, and all, eye contact with the other man. with his friend. once more ( always more? ) but that was before. before the fall, before the plane, before the aliens, the brainwashing, the fighting, the shields, the superheros  —STEVE SWALLOWED AND shook his head. as if he was denying what james said to him, denying that he was still in love with him. “no,” he verbalized it. confirming that he was rejecting the idea, rejecting the notion. “no, you were in love with someone else.” his throat burned, he could feel the thump thump thump in his wrists of his heartbeat, pushing blood too fast through his veins as if it was begging him not to say what he was SAYING. “you were in love with a skinny kid from brooklyn, too dumb to run away from a fight. he’s not…”HE FINALLY CAST HIS gaze towards him, but only at his knees. he wouldn’t look at his face. as if he was – ashamed? “he’s not here anymore, buck.”

[warcrimed]

" close your eyes and hold out your hands. "

wiping his lips with a cloth napkin, steve eyes the man across the dinner table. questioning his motives. steve obeys. ( that’s a first. )

“ you’re damn lucky i trust you. “ eyelids squeezed tight, he outstretches his hands. cupped, awaiting whatever “gift” bucky had come up with.

[augcstiine-blog]

“hold me, let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”

friends with benefits sentence starter. | accepting. 

HE WAS PROPPED UP, ONE ARM RESTING on the elbow and supporting his head. laying next to him, james, looked a picture of calm. which was a nice change. usually he had a look in his eyes that caused some concern from august. between the pills they were told to take, the therapy sessions, always knowing there was something wrong with them – it was so nice when they could just sit together and feel like nothing was wrong. august watched his face, eyes moving over the relaxed features. taking in his eyelashes, laying against his cheeks from closed eyes. the soft scruff on his face, the bags and wrinkles. he loved it all. loved? yeah, he loved it all. ONE HAND CAME UP IN ORDER TO TOUCH. he couldn’t resist. the back of his knuckles brushed gently over his cheek, fingertips tracing down over his nose. his eyes were half lidded, just. looking at him. he remembered the night before. the rush, the lack of hesitation. he needed to feel him, to taste him. the sweet sounds that flooded out of james’ lips as he pressed him into the mattress. the way he said his name as august sunk his teeth into his neck, as he marked him. they weren’t friends anymore, they were more than that.                                                        i’m yours, august. HIS CHEST WAS SO FULL, AND FOR ONCE it wasn’t anxiety. he barely heard james’ real words leave his lips, so focused on the memory of him he didn’t even realize he was awake. lifting his gaze from where he’d been watching his lips, they made eye contact. thinking it a joke, august cracked a smile. “you think you were going somewhere?”

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“you don’t know how to work the shower, do you?” he was sure his voice came out of left field, since he didn’t think bucky knew he left the door to the bathroom OPEN. leaning against the jam, he used his chin to nod in the direction of the offending object in question. arms folded over his chest.  “you have to put in a water temperature first. starks touch.”

@endcfpeace !

[thunderveins]

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[augcstiine-blog]

#god im so heart eyes #for mint and august #guys go follow my wife #like actual wife #shes amazing i swear 

we’re not married yet i only have one ring on my finger

[glodnyupir]

@endcfpeace

Being reborn as upir meant that roman had an unsatiated hunger. The last thing he wanted was to be accused of murder because he lost control. He had heard rumors that his father’s abandoned steel mill had become some kind of hub for Hemlock Grove’s homeless community. As fucked up as it seemed he would sneak in and feed off of some of the people, because who was going to believe two homeless people with a history of drug and alcohol abuse. The problem, the drug addicts blood tastes like if you left a glass of milk out on a hot day. Roman was just about to give up and go home hungry again when he saw him. Propped up against a column was a man that looked like he could snap Roman in two; even better he didn’t smell all that bad. He was about to take the risk and bite him when he heard a stir; Roman backed away as fast as he could but this man was just as fast. “Oh shit!”