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[thedamageofherdays]

Okay but you should draw Chris with his current look cause his hotness and your drawing style would be 🔥🔥🔥

Thank you SO much for this request, I had a blast making this <3

[yoosungshoodie]

「天下統一恋の乱Love Ballad～月の章～」OPムービー

[patroklosandachilles]

"unguibus et rostro" adam said.

ronan put adam's fingers to his mouth.

he was never sleeping again.

a mix for day 8 of pynch week!

listen to it on 8tracks, spotify, or my mixes page. 

[thedamageofherdays]

A young Steve Rogers and his mother Sarah. Years into the future Steve finds this photograph again and it hits him all over again how much he misses his mother and her unconditional love. The photograph gets a special place in his apartment where he can always look at it when he misses home.

Created for @steverogersweek day 3 prompt "family"

[thedamageofherdays]

well, first of all yaaaaay again!! <3 if you feel like it (but only if you feel like it), you could write me some SteveBucky (obviously) in the 40s or something, with mutual pining and super happy ending :) I don't know how detailed you'd like me to go with this, but basically I'm happy with anything vanilla <3

Thanks so much still darling 💕💕 Sorry this took approximately 500 years to fill 😅 I hope you like what I came up with <3

It never gets easier. Sitting at home in their tenement, waiting for Bucky to come home while he's out with the girl of the week. It's slowly killing Steve. It hurts more than any physical ailment that plagues him. And he can never tell Bucky. No. Telling him means losing him, means risking it all. While Steve is not above risking his life for the things he believes in, when it comes to helping people find justice, he can’t risk this. He's not an idiot. Bucky is the most important person in his life aside from his mom. He can’t lose him. 

So he waits at home. Waits until Bucky stumbles through the door, the smell of alcohol still on his breath. He helps Bucky out of his clothes and doesn't let his hands linger the way he desperately wants to. Then he guides Bucky to his bed and covers him in blankets, makes sure he drinks a bit of water before his eyes drop shut. And then the next weekend it happens all over again. 

They don't talk about it. Not about the lipstick stains on Bucky’s shirts, not about the fact he drinks this much, not about the fact that it's always Steve he comes home to. Steve doesn’t dare. He can’t bring this up. He can’t. He doesn’t ask questions he doesn’t want to know the answer to. 

Then one night Bucky comes home from the dance hall and decides it's time to talk, apparently. He's drunk and he's slurring his words and he won't stop looking at Steve like he's something precious, something holy. 

Steve doesn’t know how to deal with that gaze. 

"I love you, you know?" Bucky says. 

Steve looks away. "You're my best friend, too, Buck," he says softly. 

Bucky grabs his arm and pulls him closer. "No. I mean I love you. I love you so damn much Stevie. You're so goddamn special. Thank my lucky stars each night that you notice me at all." 

"You're drunk. I'm not one of your damn girls Buck." 

"I know, sweetheart, I know. Always wish it was you out there with me. I know you don't like dancing, doll, and that's fine by me. Just wish I could love on you. You're pretty and you're smart and I wish I was half as good as you," Bucky rambles, "and it's okay if you don't feel the same. It'll break my heart but I'll handle it. You're everything to me. Just wanna make you happy." 

"Do you mean this or are you just drunk?" Steve’s voice shakes. 

"I mean it, Stevie baby. I never meant anything more. I'm not that drunk, I swear," Bucky says. He rubs his thumb over Steve’s skin. "Tell me, doll. Do you feel the same?" 

"I do," Steve says. "Thought you could never love me. You're always out with your girls. And I'm just plain old me." 

"Don't be insulting," Bucky says, "you're the best guy in the world. 'M lucky to have you around. Thought you couldn't love me either. Thought you'd prefer one of your art pals." 

"Buck. It's always gonna be you," Steve says. "Always." 

"Till the end of the line," Bucky says. 

"Till the end of the line," Steve repeats. 

Then they kiss for the first time and it's like a cold drink in the summer sun, like coming home after a long day, and fireworks on the 4th of July. This love will last forever. 

[thedamageofherdays]

“Don’t you look nice,” Steve says when he steps back.  

Bucky’s face softens, cheeks pick. He murmurs his thanks before walking over to the backdrop, hands tucked in his pockets. The lights cast a faint glow against his face, stood directly in front of the camera. 

Chapter Two of Chardonnays By The Sea by @metalbvcky for the @silver-fox-steve-bang is out now.

[thedamageofherdays]

Steve’s legs go into autopilot mode as he strides over to wrap a hand around Bucky’s waist. He pulls Bucky in for a long, overdue kiss, allowing himself to enjoy the handful of seconds with his lover. He could care less about the past, now that he had Bucky here with him, cuddled up in his arms.

The fifth and final chapter of Chardonnays By The Sea by @metalbvcky for the @silver-fox-steve-bang is out now. Please give Mandy some love for the incredible fic she wrote. It was amazing working with her ❤️❤️

[thedamageofherdays]

Title: Need

Pairing: Steve/Bucky

Tags/Warnings: Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Bearded Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes Feels, Getting Together, Hook-Up, Barebacking, Top Steve Rogers, Bottom Bucky Barnes, POV Bucky Barnes, Sugar Daddy Steve Rogers, Kissing, Strangers to Lovers

Summary: Bucky is about to go home and make do with his own hand when this gorgeous Daddy called Steve approaches him. It's the best night of Bucky’s life and he doesn’t want it to end.

Word Count: 1693 words

You can read "Need" on AO3.