#j.b.b

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

What do you want next?

J.B.B?

The Siren & The Healer?

Infinity War?

DEVIL'S NO. 1?

What would you like to taste next?

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

This just might be my PMS talking but oh Gods I miss Tony and Loki!

[lostcap]

Writers always compare lovers to forces of nature. Hurricanes, tidal waves, earthquakes, wildfires. (Fast and destructive, isn't that telling?) I am none of these, my dear. I am a force of nature the way winter itself is force of nature. I don't rumble in like dark clouds, I take my time. The first snow will be light, magical, even as I am seeping in through the cracks in your walls. You won't notice I'm under your skin until the chill is bone deep. --j.b.b.

I’m the ache that settles in your bones, the ice that carves itself a home in the hollows of you. I am the brush of warmth, a spark that slowly dies. Writers compare lovers to destruction, and I a natural born killer. The wild season, they call me. Winter. 

[lostcap]

loving him was a breath of fresh air in a smoking room/but honey i was the one that made the bullets go 'boom'. - j.b.b. (imagine bucky with the taste of steve on his lips just before starting a bar fight, ;) you're welcome, xx)

and steve tastes like cheap irish whiskey but he’ll lick his lips before he throws a punch and relish in the faint remnants left on his tongue. he’ll leave with bloody knuckles, hollow eyes, and a whiskey smile.