#machine-dove

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machine-dove replied to your post “I hung out with my pastor this afternoon (which was planned before I...”

MY DUDE!! I haven't been spending enough (read: any) time on tumblr lately, and I missed the update. Congrats on having supportive people!!

Thanks! It’s a very new thing, but it’s been super great so far!

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machine-dove replied to your post “What is it with white dudes and their obsession with defining terms?...”

They like their little boxes, because then they can shove people and ideas into them and shave off all the bits that don't fit. Ontological browbeating in defiance of reality seems to be the default Straight White Male method of "debate"

Right??? Like, “we can’t talk until we define terms and if you don’t like my definition of the terms then there’s no point in us talking anyway” is the shittiest debate tactic and also lazy af

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@machine-dove sent me a message yelling about my tags on this post and said I had to write the ficlet.

I’m always a slut for prompts, so...

The thing was, Steve would swear in the years that followed, he really felt like him and Bucky had been dancing around this for months.  They’d been best friends for years, for as far back as either of them could remember, but after the weirdness that had been middle school there’d been a charge there, a spark of something humming beneath the surface of their interactions that both excited and scared the hell out of them.  

Or out of Steve, anyway.  He’d finally gotten the nerve to admit - to himself and his friends and loved ones - that he had a thing for both girls and guys at the start of eleventh grade, and while he didn’t have dates of either sex lining up to ask him out, it had at least cleared the air between him and Bucky.  And when Buck had broken up with his last girl of the month, four months ago (not that Steve was keeping track), and they’d started constantly hanging out together again, like old times… well, there was a nasty little voice in Steve’s head that couldn’t help reading more into it.

Especially when Bucky insisted sharing milk shakes when they went out after school, or popcorn when they went to the movies, or letting Steve borrow his Varsity jacket when he accidentally/on purpose forgot to bring his own coat to the Homecoming game they’d gone stag to.  There was definitely something there, something more than Steve had ever dreamed of hoping for - but while one mean side of him liked to point out the possibility of his best friend becoming something even more, the other, meaner side always shut him down: making sure to remind Steve as harshly as possible just how delusional he was being.

Because Bucky, even if he was single, had never once expressed an interest in being with other guys.  And even if he had, Buck was so far out of Steve’s league that it wasn’t funny.  He was smart - honor council this year, top of their class since he’d first transferred to Brooklyn in elementary school - he was on student council, starting pitcher for the varsity baseball team as  a sophomore, a key player in every drama production Washington High had put on since he’d started there.  People were tripping over the opportunity to hang out with Bucky Barnes, never mind the chance to date him.  And Steve… Steve was just Steve.  Scrawny asthmatic with a chip on his shoulder, painfully average student and GSA representative.  He was a decent artist when people took the time to actually look at his work, and Bucky swore up and down that he was funny as hell, but for the most part Steve knew that the only reason he wasn’t regularly getting shoved in lockers anymore was because he was most famous for being Bucky Barnes’ best friend.

Steve was an idiot for even imagining that he had a chance with someone as perfect as Bucky, but he wasn’t so stupid that he’d go and risk something as important as their friendship by asking him out.

Besides, they hung out so often that Steve felt he could pretty safely pretend they were dating.  In the deepest, darkest corners of his mind.  And if ninety-nine percent of his schmoopy fan art of late was based on an AU of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne as dorky high school boyfriends that maybe bore a little bit of a resemblance to the dumb shit that the two of them did together?  Well… no one needed to know.

It got more hits to his blog, at least.

That said, there were still nights when Steve’s stupid brain couldn’t help but wish.  So when Bucky had sent his text on the Sunday before the MLK Holiday, when Steve was already pouting about the fact that he couldn’t join him in their volunteer plans because his stupid head had decided to come down with a stupid cold, well… Steve couldn’t help feeling a little reckless.

Text from Bucky Received 09:32 PM

What do you wear to bed?

Steve had been staring at it for a solid thirty seconds, blinking and trying to convince himself that it really wasn’t the Nyquil that he’d taken earlier - that Bucky really was asking him that question.

He had to know how suggestive it was.  Steve had watched Bucky charm girls since they were in elementary school… he knew how to flirt, he knew how people took his words.  Which meant - he had to be flirting with Steve.  It wasn’t completely out of the blue, not really, but it still left Steve such a squirmy mess that he actually had to abandon his tablet on his desk and fall back onto his mattress to read it again.

Bucky had stayed over enough times over the years to know damned well that Steve usually just slept in whatever outsized summer camp t-shirt was cleanest in his drawer and either a pair of old boxers or ratty pajama pants; but he couldn’t very well say that.  Not in response to his first sext.

He bit the hell out of his lip, dismissing the thought as fast as he could, before  finally forcing his fingers to type out an answer.  

Text to Bucky Sent 9:34 PM

depends on the weather

if its summer just a black jock or smth ;)

He held his breath as the ellipses bubble appeared on Bucky’s side of the screen, rereading his response obsessively.  Best case scenario: Bucky really was flirting with him, and they could get it out of their systems the easy way… break the ice on a text screen, then make out like fiends in person the next time they hung out together.  Worst case scenario: Bucky would ask him what the fuck he was talking about and Steve would laugh it off as a joke.

He was golden.

He was really, really fucking hoping for the former - although as Bucky continued typing he couldn’t help but start panicking.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

k but what about like in the winter

do u wear warm pajamas?

What the fuck?

Steve actually started to type as much, but the rest of Bucky’s responses came in a flurry of messages.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

my mom is making me throw out my old superman pajamas and i kno theyre about ur size

i swear theyre not gross or anything

ill wash them before

if u want them

i just know u like superman and its dumb to throw them away

Steve finished reading the texts, dropped the phone onto his comforter, and covered his face in his hands because - oh God.  It was so painfully cute, so painfully Buck that he couldn’t help giggling, and immediately picked the phone back up to read the exchange again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he took a screenshot and hit the share icon for his Tumblr account.  After a second’s debate he added the hashtag #Ur fav would NEVEr #This boy and posted it.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the screenshot and grinning like a crazy person… and then succumbed to the cold meds, finally.

Steve woke up coughing a short while later, blinking in confusion before realizing that he’d definitely fell asleep on top of his covers, with his damned contacts still in.  He reluctantly moved to the bathroom to pop them out (his eyes were already a sticky, awful mess, so leaving them in absolutely wasn’t worth how he’d feel in the morning), then stumbled back to his bed, groaning when he noticed the time on his alarm clock.

He face-planted back into his pillow, only to bash his nose against the cold, hard surface of his phone.  With a curse he moved the damned thing to his nightstand - then remembered how he’d fell asleep in the first place.  He knocked three books on the floor feeling for his glasses on the nightstand, but finally got them on his nose and pulled his phone screen close to his face, blinking in surprise when he saw his Tumblr app notifications.

With a little red bubble that read 1,000+ next to it.

Steve opened the app with shaking fingers, only to laugh out loud when he realized which post it was that had blown up.  He hadn’t imagined the interchange with Bucky, and apparently the entire damned internet was every bit as charmed as he’d felt.  A quick scroll through his inbox confirmed that at least fifty people thought they should get married.

Which… was probably jumping the gun, but was something that Steve couldn’t help preening over, just a little.

Text to Bucky sent 06:03 AM

I PUT THIS CONVO ON THE INTERNET

If nothing else, Buck would get a good laugh out of it in the morning, Steve figured with a giggle.

A giggle that stopped as soon as the blue check mark appeared next to Bucky’s name.

Text from Bucky received 06:03 AM

hmmmmm?

Steve - had definitely not expected Buck to be up yet, but he could hardly abandon the conversation now.

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

I put this on tumblr.  U should see the responses!

It vaguely occurred to Steve that he probably should have asked for permission ahead of time, but it was Bucky.  And it wasn’t as if he’d said anything terrible - if anything, Steve came out looking like the pervy idiot.

Besides, none of their classmates would guess that this random Bucky on the internet was their Bucky: no one outside of their immediate friend group knew that Buck was such a dork, or would believe it in the first place.

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

is that ur art site?

Steve hid his grin behind his hand.  His art site.  Please…

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

yeah sort of.  i post on it sometimes

it got huge responses!

more than any drawings :P

PS how old r these pjs?  if they r gonna fit me? XD

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

shit

Steve’s heart sank in his chest as the ellipse button appeared immediately under Bucky’s response.  He was in the middle of stumbling out of bed to retrieve his laptop to delete the damned thing when his phone chimed again.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

i lied to millions of ppl on the internet

my mom isnt making me throw my pajamas out

i saw them at target

Steve was about to laugh and make a snarky reply about the ‘millions’ part (he had a grand total of five hundred twenty-three people following his crappy fan art blog, but Bucky always was one for dramatics) but the rest of Bucky’s rant stopped him cold.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

they were on sale tho

i know we already did xmas presents

they just made me think of u

Steve’s smile was so wide his face ached.  The ellipses kept coming.

Text from Bucky received 06:06 AM

no they werent

they werent on sale

thats another lie

sorry tumbler

can they see this now???

Steve was dying.  Bucky was going to actually kill him with adorableness, and he didn’t even seem to realize it.  After smothering a squeal in his pillow Steve got his shit together and started typing back.

Text to Bucky sent 06:06AM

nope! no worries ;)

He gnawed viciously on his bottom lip as he typed up his follow up, started to delete it twice, then finally manned up and hit send.  

Steve was a lot of things, but he sure as hell hoped he wouldn’t ever be called a coward.

Text to Bucky sent 06:07 AM

i got about 50 message overnight tho

they all say i’ve gotta marry you XD

The emoticon, Steve decided when he saw the blue checkmark beneath it, was a nice touch.  If Buck freaked out now, he could just laugh the whole thing off as a joke.

(he wasn’t laughing while the ellipse bubble flashed next to Bucky’s name ten billion times in the next two minutes)

Text from Bucky sent 06:08 AM

we should prob start with coffee first

if ur feeling better i can pick u up tuesday?

is seven okay?

Steve stared at his phone for a solid thirty seconds, gaping in shock, before pressing the call button next to Bucky’s name with shaking fingers.  Seven was perfect, but he could hardly trust himself to type as much.

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Sam has a twitter account that gets really, really popular. Mostly, people harass him and ask him for NSFW pictures of Steve and Bucky

The worst part is that it all started as a publicity stunt - give Sam a twitter, so the country can get used to the ‘new’ Captain America.  Falcon had already been a hit, and Sam was likable enough.  Pepper thought it would be great for his image, for the transition.

It was mostly just a bunch of racist bullshit about Sam, homophobic bullshit about Steve, and… more weird fetish requests than he cared to think about.  After the first two hours Sam decided to ignore it completely, just posted his own tweets on occasion, repeated shit from the official Avengers twitter and other teammates tweets.

Snapchat between the Avengers group was far more amusing anyway.

But one day… one day when Sam was feeling especially masochistic, and decided to scroll through his tweets, he figured he would give the public what they wanted.  He hit reply on the 15th OMG POST NSFW PICS OF CAP AND BUCKY, PLZ then went to his camera app.  

The first photo he selected was from the first time he’d let himself into their Brownstone in Williamston, only to find Bucky trying to sand down a cabinet from *under* the 500+ pound granite countertop he had balanced on a fucking 2x4, while Steve worked on crown molding in the corner, precariously perched on a folding chair.

The second photo was from a group training session, when both of the idiots had been bored and cooped up in their apartment for too long, and had ended up challenging Clint to a parkour race that would have landed lesser humans in the hospital.  The shot of Steve eating it face-first into the side of a trash can while Bucky fell through the collapsed cover on it was easily the best photo Sam had ever taken in his life.

The third photo was of Bucky working on the ridiculous vintage ‘69 Camaro Tony had gotten the two of them as a fixer-upper present.  Apparently they couldn’t be bothered to find proper garage equipment, though… Bucky was under the carriage of the car while Steve held the damned front up for him.

Sam hit the ‘tweet’ button with a smirk, proud of how clever he was feeling.

It didn’t occur to him until a couple of hours later that he had well over 500K followers.  (CNN was all too happy to remind him while they ran the story of Captain America’s reckless adventures)

Things managed snowball from there.

Tony, being Tony, responded with a smart-ass comment from his official Iron Man account.  Sam laughed it off, but Bruce took it upon himself to respond to Tony’s comment with three increasingly ridiculous photos of Tony at work in his lab… managing to make Steve and Bucky’s exploits look like they’d come straight from an OSHA manual.

The Hawkeye account came back with a “LOL, BURN” tweet that was retweeted over 10,000 times.

The Black Widow account, which had been inactive since the entire SHIELD fiasco in DC, tweeted eleven tweets in a row - all of which were collages of four photos of Clint in dumpsters.  Obviously different dumpsters.

The Avengers official account came back with a surveillance photo of the Black Widow trapped in a belay wire - it was deleted within five minutes of posting, but still hit the news circuits with a frenzy.

Sam was impressed when he found Maria still smuggly alive at the compound the next morning.

In the end, they all got a stern talking-to by Fury and the team press people, reminding them of proper uses of social media and the importance of keeping their pranks private, especially when they were matters of international security.

Two weeks later, Pepper pitched the idea of the Avengers officially licensed personal protection and safety equipment to the Home Depot.

@SteveRogersOfficial tweeted his first message since retiring as Captain America.

“What the hell, Sam?”

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WORDS! Seven, light, nostalgia, give, and us

ILU!!!

I don’t have nostalgia or us, yet (although I know how I’m going to use us and it’s going to be stupidly sappy/cute)

Seven, from that fic...

[Bucky] wanted nothing more than to simply shower and fall into bed, maybe sleep until noon the next day – but as he was stowing his gym bag under his bed, his eyes fell on the stack of bill reminders next to his laptop.  He gnawed guiltily on his bottom lip for a moment, staring at the photo on the wall just above it; it was a glossy five by seven in a cheap frame, depicting Bucky with his family almost nine years ago at his high school graduation.  

Light, from the AtB version of Peggy’s funeral

Had he not still been attempting to put a lid on his paranoia Bucky might not have caught the fact that the back door to the restaurant was propped open, with a sliver of light coming in from the alleyway that the place inevitably backed into.  He glanced around, pulse quickening as he looked for any signs of foul-play or the possibility that it was a trap, then cautiously made his way out of the restaurant, relieved to find that there was no alarm attached to the door. 

Give, from the fake date wedding ficlet (this is the longest sentence ever, wtf self?)

Initially they’d had trouble figuring out how to fill said days without being completely pathetic tourists, but luckily Steve had been able to find time for drinks with Peggy one evening after work, who was so thrilled to hear that he was FINALLY owning up to his feelings about Bucky (the way she’d gushed when Steve had admitted the identity of his date had been all kinds of uncomfortable, considering how subtle he thought his feelings for his friend were) that she was all-too-happy to give them an itinerary of things to do together.

Send me a word and I’ll post a snippet where it appears in one of my WIPs

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machine-dove replied to your post: Sock making observations part oops: So.  Okay. ...

That cowl is AMAZING, and I’m so sad you can’t wear it

When I got the gradient on the yarn to line up just so and grafted it together, I felt like I’d pulled off some major sorcery.  And then I wore it and thought, yep, that sounds like magic all right.  Cruel, cruel magic.

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machine-dove replied to your post: More sock making observations: I love...

STRIPEY YARN!! I admire your restraint, I…have none. (May I suggest…shopping my stash?) Also Canon Hand Dyes, awesome colors + nerdy book themes

!!!!!

I absolutely did not forget that the knitting site I visit so frequently has, you know, knitting stuff on it.  Excellent suggestion, currently diving through your stash, and it’s all so pretty!

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machine-dove replied to your post: Is it just me, or did this year’s flu shot hurt...

Yea, this year was like…extra extra.

Initially I thought the pharmacist had hit a cutaneous nerve, it burned so badly going in - I’ve never had it actually hurt to inject, just the big sore arthrus after... so the electric pain shooting down the arm was AWESOME.

whereintheworldisbuckybarnes replied to your post: Is it just me, or did this year’s flu shot hurt...

mine was red and kinda swollen for a day or two, and itchy

Uggggh, I’m sorry.  I’ve got the usual bump around the injection site but now real reaction yet (other than the ache) - really hoping I don’t have that to look forward to as well :/