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@lostsouldier asked: 🌈 for our muses to dance together meme: be my valentine

    “Buck, seriously,” Steve rolls his eyes at the other man, but lets his best friend drag him up off the bed. Bucky’s been in a good mood all day — Valentine’s, without a date, spent stuck with Steve, and still in a good mood! — and Steve can’t help but want to indulge him. The radio is playing some sweet slow number, and surely there are hundreds of people listening to it, couples all over the city smiling and dancing in their homes.

    “Naw, Steve, we gotta practice! One day you’ll find someone you really wanna dance with, and if you step on their feet, it’ll be the end of that. So come on, lemme show you how it goes.”

    Steve laughs. If only Bucky knew... He lets Bucky put his arms around him, easy and comfortable, just like sharing space on the bed, but vertical, and they sway to the dulcet tones of Billie Holiday filling the space. His chest feels a little tight, but it’s not the asthma, and he manages to not step on Bucky’s toes after all.

    At some point their swaying has turned them around, with Steve’s good ear away from the radio, and the world goes a little fuzzy. Bucky’s looking at him in a way that makes him want to kiss the expression right off his face, beautiful and bright and maybe just a little reckless. It is strange, this thing that they’ve developed, both friendship and something more, yet completely unacknowledged. They say their I love you’s freely, they share space as naturally as if they shared the same soul, and yet... it’s like hands pressed together through cling film. Both of them are stuck without really being stuck, both of them ache with something that they can’t give voice to. Steve can only hope it never ends.

    The song ends, and Steve pulls away with a smile. “So, did I pass?”

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a kiss on the corner of the mouth ( this time bucky is drunk??? )

meme: spots to kiss

     Ever since the night Steve had done the fool thing of muttering about marrying Bucky while drunk, he’d been extremely careful. Everything was restrained, the hugs lasting precisely long enough to be platonic, the drawings more objective and less dreamy, the alcohol... significantly less consumed. There were some things he couldn’t control, of course. He couldn’t help the way he smiled, eyes crinkling, at the sight of Bucky doing dumb things. He couldn’t help leaning against Bucky when his friend tossed an arm across his shoulder. He couldn’t just... not want him. That was stupid. But he could be more reasonable about it. 

     So this time, when they’re alone in the apartment, chatting and drinking and listening to music on the wireless, Steve dilutes his beer a little more than he’d like. It’s practically flavored water at this point, but at least it makes him look like he’s drinking more, and Bucky is keeping pace with the regular beers, so Steve gets to stay more or less sober while Bucky gets softer and more soppy under the influence of the alcohol. 

     Eventually, Bucky leans towards Steve to grab something (he’s not sure what) and practically falls into him. It’s a little jarring, and not phenomenal in terms of his back problems, but he’s willing to hurt a little more in the morning for Bucky to be comfortable. It’s the least he can do. 

     It’s only when he looks down that he realizes just how close they are. Bucky is looking up at him with an expression that he can’t really place, and he gives his friend a slightly confused smile. He’s about to ask if Bucky is okay when lips connect with the corner of his own. His heart races, stupid and hopeful and treacherous, and then Bucky’s head falls back onto his shoulder with a thump. 

     The glazed look in his eyes tells Steve that he probably won’t remember this in the morning. That’s... for the best, he decides, even though his thumb keeps coming up to rub at the spot of warmth there that doesn’t want to disappear. 

     “C’mon, Buck,” he says gently. “Bed’s right there. Let’s get you there before you pass out on me.”

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@lostsouldier asked: ♡ ( bucky ) OHOOO 

meme: accidental affection / send me ♡ for your muse to drunkenly confess feelings to mine

     In Steve’s defense, he’s normally really good about his tolerance. He knows that he’s practically a waif, that alcohol affects him a lot faster than the average person of his age, and so he sticks to slow sips of watered down beer and watches the people around him. There was a shortage of barley now anyway, this was practically standard, not even 5% alcohol content.

     Normally this type of drink maybe makes him just a touch maudlin, or at least just quiet. But today, Bucky has managed to find a couple Rheingold beers, the ones with the pretty ladies from the pageant on the label. Steve’s not going to ask how, but it tastes a hell of a lot better than the other swill they’re used to, even if it is considered the official beer of the Mets. He takes a slow, careful sip from the bottle, swishing it in his mouth for a moment, then swallows, throat bobbing. It’s one of those weird types that makes you a little thirsty, even though you’re drinking something, and Steve ends up licking his lips repeatedly and swallowing his own saliva, trying to get some moisture back into himself. 

     Bucky must be feeling the same, because suddenly Steve has fixated on the quick flick of tongue, the way that the lip gets drawn into Bucky’s mouth a little before popping back out. He wrenches his gaze away and takes a bigger sip. 

     The radio plays on behind them, and Steve’s vision starts to blur just a little, no longer keeping in tense focus to try to counteract the astigmatism. Alcohol always has a way of warming the body too, and Steve wonders if it would matter if he stripped. Oh, but that leads to other thoughts that he’s not allowed to have. He lifts his head (when had it fallen back against the mattress?) and looks at Bucky fixedly. 

     “Do you know,” he says, words slurring a bit, “that you’re incredible? And I...” he motions to himself, nearly tipping the rest of the bottle onto his shirt in the process, “I love you a lot. A stupid amount. God.” He lets his head fall back again, eyes closing. His words are fading to a murmur. “Would kiss you all day if I could. Marry you and steal you away...”

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@lostsouldier asked: bucky's using the longer summer evening as a reason to cloud watch up on the roof of steve's building. there's a cool breeze that's gentle on their tanning, or perhaps in steve's case, burning skin and up here, bucky feels like they're miles above the rest of the world. up here, he has the boldness to lean back on his hands, and if his pinky finger touches steve's, if it overlaps just a bit and curls in, well, he's too blissed out under the sun to bother moving away.

     They come up here often enough, Bucky to dream, Steve to sketch. The air isn't any cleaner as far as the smog is concerned, but there's less dust this high up, and the teen feels like he can breathe just a little easier. He scribbles through another page of his notebook, this one a portrait of a kitten mid-pounce onto a discarded bottle cap, and turns the page.

     Bucky hasn't moved in the last ten minutes, at least. Steve's eyes are drawn to the angles of his face, the barely visible dimple on his cheek, the way his hair falls slightly into his face. He's been the subject of more and more of Steve's sketches lately - surely due to a combination of proximity and patience for these things? - and it's not long before Steve is wrapping up yet another picture of Bucky's handsome face. He puts the pencils down, tucking them neatly into the leather loop he'd made on his sketchbook specifically for that purpose, and stretches out beside his best friend.

     The skies have no answers for him, but as the minutes go by and the clouds drift lazily along, so does his hand and Bucky's, until they meet. With carefully casual movements, their fingers link together, and Steve smiles reflexively. In some other world, he'd write Bucky letters about how amazing he is, how he's been the one who makes him feel like he's home, how he'd love to spend the rest of his life by Bucky's side.

     But Bucky was meant for the skies,                      and not even love will hold him down. 

     (Steve was meant for the land and sea,                       and he was always meant to drown.)

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@lostsouldier : kissing meme #2 / "You should be kissed and often and by someone who knows how." / throwing them into wartime because fuck the rules (also I know I did this for another verse already but as I said FUCK THE RULES) meme: kiss sentence starter

     “That’s a nice sentiment, Buck.” Steve stares up at the clouds, back against the hard dirt. Bucky’s hand rests against his, index fingers twined, but otherwise not touching. “I don’t know that we’ll have much time for that... maybe not for a long while.” 

     They’d seen people get a section-8 ‘blue discharge’ for being homosexual before. They couldn’t afford to be kicked out right now. And yeah, there were a couple people in the regiment that must have known by now that their closeness was not just the platonic kind, especially given the way Bucky had very nearly clung to him after he was found after being experimented on, but they were good people that kept their mouths shut. They were friends. The higher ups wouldn’t be as lenient, more than likely. 

     But by god and everything good in the world, the temptation was so real. Knowing that he was right there and not being able to curl into his embrace, to kiss him through breathless laughter or tears... it as a different kind of hell than the war they were fighting. 

     “Once we get off base, yeah?” He promises softly. “Either out on a mission or on one of our rare nights off, I’ll kiss you until your lips bruise. And you can kiss me like I deserve it.” I don’t deserve it, but I’ll try to. I don’t think I could want you more than I do. One day, we’ll show the world. One day, we won’t have to hide anymore, and then the universe will know that you’re mine and that you’re loved with every fiber of my being.

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@winterbound : "Can I borrow a kiss? I promise I'll give it back" meme: kiss sentence starter

     This side of Bucky was normally reserved for other people — for pretty ladies in dance halls or expos or daring street corners — and having it turned towards him made Steve laugh and blush all at once. It was stupid that it had taken this long, quite frankly, and even after they’d started settling into this... whatever this more than friendship thing was that he’d been hesitant to define, he’d been honest about telling Bucky that he was free to do what he wanted and needed elsewhere. 

     Part of it was a matter of appearances. He couldn’t punch society into acceptance overnight. The other part was the fact that it still played in the back of his head that he was going to end up leaving Bucky in this world without him some day and maybe this could soften the blow.

     But Bucky hadn’t come back from any late nights since, hadn’t done more than send a few words and winks at pretty girls here and there before returning to Steve’s side. He had no idea what the rest of the world thought of it, but there was a sort of warmth that blossomed in his chest each time. Bucky was his, and though he couldn’t say he’d ever thought that he’d be possessive, it brought him a sort of unexpected satisfaction.

     So he pulled Bucky in by the back of the neck in lieu of words, slotting their mouths together, a fierce press of lips and tongues, and then pulled back with a cheeky grin. “Consider yourself as having taken a loan. I’ll collect it at some point...” The grin widened. “With interest. You’ve been warned.”

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@lostsouldier​ asked: “You’re not going to lose me.”

     It’s a good sentiment, a pretty thought. Being together forever, not losing each other. Steve has already come to terms with the fact that Bucky’s probably going to marry some gal and live a good life with her, and frankly, he’ll be happy for him. That’s what people are supposed to do, to start families, to love each other... 

     It doesn’t stop the bitterness that threatens to rise, but he’s better than that, better than wanting someone to compromise their joy for his sake. He will always be the way that he is, and Bucky will be a ray of sunshine for his whole damn life, probably, and that’ll be fine. He’ll still get his hints of warm rays from time to time. It’ll be fine. 

     Steve smiles, puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder for a moment, and then lets go. 

     “I know, Buck. You’re not gonna lose me either. I’m damn hard to get rid of.”