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[summerhalldreams]

Thank you to my buddy @raeofthelight for saying the funniest possible thing on one of those pick something for prev polls:

[ladyroseberry]

32 and 38

hi rae 32. do you have a favorite towel? i. have single color towels that all dry me equally. there are torn ones too I dont think I particularly have a favorite no 38. a soap bar that smells good? sadly no fancy good scented soaps :( my bathroom is not that exciting rae but thank you for your interest

[wincestplease]

Stucky comfort after Peggy's memorial. Because civil war cheated me out of an emotional stucky scene and I AM PISSED. DOES BUCKY REMEMBER THE BOMBSHELL WITH THE RED LIPS AND PASSIONATE ATTITUDE?!?!?!?! (Also slowly working towards making you fulfill my stucky addiction im sorry)

The day was long and sad, and impossibly lonely. Steve sat, the ever-devoted soldier, with a rigid posture and a blank face, throughout the entire ceremony. He couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that poked at him for his sadness. 

There were cameras, after all, and people were watching him. He couldn’t let Captain America be seen as weak, and he couldn’t let his guard down in this public place.

He could feel Bucky’s eyes on him the entire time, sneaking worried glances his way and trying to get Steve to make eye contact, but Steve wouldn’t. He knew that if he saw the understanding look in Bucky’s pale eyes then his resolve would break. He would break. 

He felt bad enough about how deeply he was mourning Peggy’s loss, when his fiance was sitting right beside him. He had fallen in love twice in his life, and had lost them both. He had gotten them both back–and then had lost her again. Peggy. 

When the memorial concludes, and they’re driving back to the tower in the back of a limo, Bucky clears his throat. 

“Steve.” 

Steve clenches his jaw. “Don’t,” He pleads softly. He isn’t strong enough to talk about her. Her fiery resolve. Her stubborn ways.

“Look at me,” Bucky begs, his voice quiet. He rolls up the partition and tries again. “Stevie. Please. Look at me.”

With just the two of them back there, Steve reluctantly peels his eyes from the floor to meet Bucky’s. 

“What?” He says pitifully. “I’m fine.”

“No, you ain’t,” Bucky shakes his head, his calloused right-hand fitting over Steve’s on the seat, the warmth of it bringing some comfort. “It’s just you and me back here, Ace. Don’t gotta put on that brave face.”

Steve watches Bucky for a long time, searching for a hint of judgement, of jealousy. Peggy hadn’t been his first love–that would be the man holding his hand now–but she had been a love of his all the same, and the woman who made him realize that it was okay to talk about the things he felt for Bucky, long before Bucky knew. Those first, terrifying days with the serum, her red-lipped smile, the strength she carried with her, always.

He missed her. She was more than a love–she was his friend. When he’d woken up from the ice, hers was the only face he knew, even if it had changed in their years apart. She was a comforting had to hold. 

“I’m sorry,” Steve says, his voice breaking. “Forgive me.”

Bucky frowns, like he couldn’t for the life of him, imagine why Steve was apologizing. He wraps a strong arm around Steve’s broad shoulders, and with a certain kind of sureness, Bucky tugs him in close, as if he were still the 90 pound punk that fit under his chin. Steve presses his nose to Bucky’s neck, and lets the sobs overtake him. He couldn’t feign strength wrapped up like this, in Bucky’s arms. He felt too safe to keep the facade alive. 

“You loved her,” Bucky soothes, carding his fingers through Steve’s hair at a slow pace. “And she loved you. I can’t blame either of you for that.”

“I love you,” Steve reassures him through his tears, his hands grabbing fistfuls of Bucky’s jacket. 

“I know, doll,” Bucky promises, squeezing Steve a little tighter. “And you know that I love you. But today ain’t about that. Today is about her, and…about what you lost when she died. I remember her, Steve. I remember what she meant to you.”

Steve was always unsure about Bucky’s relationship with Peggy. They joked and teased like the other commandos, sure, but there was always and underlying tension. Although he and Bucky hadn’t been ‘together’ then, they’d had an unspoken bond. He knows now that Bucky loved him even then. How difficult it must have been for him to watch Steve fall all over the perfect woman with the red dress and glossy curls. 

Even if they had found each other eventually, realized how they both felt…Steve still felt guilty for the love he owed Peggy. They both owned his heart in different ways. “Do you miss her, too?”

Bucky is quiet for a few moments, and Steve thinks he’s maybe offended him, before Bucky swallows. “Yeah,” He admits quietly. “She was one hell of a woman.” 

Steve opens his mouth to say something–though he doesn’t know what–but Bucky just presses a lingering kiss to the top of his head and lets out a long breath. “I know. Let it out, sweetheart. You can cry as long as you need.”

Steve blinks fast, shocked by the love that filled the back of the limo, the comfort he found in Bucky’s arms. He presses in a little closer, and remember’s Peggy’s last words to him: 

You deserve every happiness, Steve. May you find it in him.

Steve closes his eyes, breathing Bucky in. Yes, he thinks, sniffling up the last of his sobs. Even through his heartbreak, through his mourning, he wouldn’t have to be alone. Peggy had wanted this for him. I have.

[dolcisprinklesart]

Your art is like Lisa Frank meets the modern age and I LOVE IT

I’m really late with replying to this but thank you so much for the wonderful message~ ;; w ;; 

[banana-lovesyou]

fluff. Deffinately a fluff or crack fic. One full of affection.

I MEAN YOU’RE RIGHT BUT IT’S STILL FLUSTERING THAT YOU SAID IT XD(ask meme)

[amaurapond]

Amaura! obvs. Also N and every fictional dad ever

Awee you big sweet Rae. 

i know you didn’t specify patton, but he just personifies the fictional dad thing sooooo

For your accurate suggestions, here are some of my fav dad jokes. Ahem

Want to hear a joke about paper? Nevermind it’s tearable.

This graveyard looks overcrowded. People must be dying to get in there.

The rotation of earth really makes my day.

[summerhalldreams]

🌻🪻🥊

🌻- im proud of you

🪻- you are so so cool and awesome oh my god

🥊- id beat someone up with you

RAE MY LOVE THANK YOUUUU

platonic lil ask game

[summerhalldreams]

Pink 🩷 grey 🩶 black 🖤 and green 💚

Rae beloved <3333

I think biting and tussling are just part of Pink tbh this is how we build a live together. I'll pick you up over my head come at me buddy <3333

I'm glad you like hearing my thoughts even tho these days they are mostly just like, from the proverbial chaise lounge ; u ;

thank you sweetpea, I'm comin after your inbox in a second don't you worry.

what color am I to you?