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             Sneaking up behind him is a feat she doesn’t spend too much time trying to hide. Her small hands curl around his gaze, settling upon his face as she leans forward - her front flush against his back - to whisper in his ear. “Usually, I’m not one to say this kind of thing because it’s rather blasphemous, but I think you’ve been up here for far too long.” @vaillants

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@vaillants replied to your post:I named the goldfish at work after the Knights of...

who will be next

lance 2.0 probably

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vaillants: 

                                            they’re two boys in brooklyn but right now bucky’s not sure if anyone else exists or if the ground underneath their feet is real. music spills from the club they’d just left, and the vibrations of the base rumble through his feet straight to the top of his head. every hair is standing on end and he can’t tell if it’s because of the chill ( damn it steve forgot his jacket again, that idiot ) or if it’s because his arm keeps brushing against the blond’s, so lightly. god damn he’s thinking and it’s a prayer in his head, a silent plea sent to the heavens to give him some restraint, he’s already used up his last. dear god he thinks as their arms brush again, more this time but still nowhere near enough, dear god he’s praying for the strength not to pull steve into the side alley up ahead and push him against a wall ( if god never answered before, why would he answer now? ) 

                                            out of sight, out of mind, and the world forgets about them for a moment as bucky pulls them both behind a building. the bricks turn away, the broken glass in the corner looking away so that the stars are their only witness. his breath is hot and broken, so unsure, only a hair’s width away from brushing his lips against steve’s. all those nights thinking of this, with steve at his side and his hair in disarray on his brow. steve,beautiful god damn steve, and now bucky’s leaning forward to close that distance. the feel of their lips joining together makes bucky’s head swim and he puts his hands on the sides of steve’s head to anchor him down. ❝ damn, ❞ he breathes against steve’s mouth, knowing full well just how damned he is now. there’s no going back now.

         this is NOT what they do. he & bucky are best buds. FRIENDS. almost brothers. they’ve been practically inseparable since the beginning of time itself. they’re kindred spirits. where one goes, the other follows. they’d follow each other to the ends of the earth without a second thought. there’d be a lot of complaining & teasing, sure. but they’d do it anyway.

         they do NOT kiss. ever. because it would ruin everything, wouldn’t it? that’s what steve tells himself in the dark hours of the night when he’s alone & craving the simplest, most innocent touch. because if they take things any further, they would cease to be friends. & steve would rather DIE than lose bucky as a friend

         but clearly, bucky doesn’t feel the same.

         the sudden turn down behind the building takes steve’s breath away. & the way bucky leans in close makes his heart practically beat right out of his chest. this isn’t happening, he thinks. but then it is.

         it’s tender & sweet & everything he imagined it would be --- it feels so WRONG, but yet it feels so RIGHT.

         “ buck, ”  he murmurs when they breaks the kiss. leaning their foreheads together, he swallows thickly, whispering,  “ we shouldn’t --- ”  but then he’s leaning in again, craving the closeness they had just seconds before.

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“ is your name actually --- bucky? quite a name, i must say so. ”

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❛❛           WATCH OUT, I’ve just washed there! Don’t go trekking mud all through it just yet! ❜❜

 starter call! → @vaillants

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i too cry when someone hugs me

same same but this is ART and she is the manliest man to ever man

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ID: JAMES BUCHANAN “BUCKY” BARNES

             something keeps beeping and bucky’s got half a mind to reach out and smash whatever is making his ears ring, but his arm is too heavy even with the metal arm he’d gotten used to. a moment’s panic as he forgets how to move, feeling as though someone was holding his arms down, and then the relief of a twitch. he slowly moves the silver hand and opens his eyes, hearing the voice call from somewhere above him. that voice… it’s a nice change from the beeping, and he looks around to find where the euphony comes from.    ❝ hey… you, ❞ he groans out, feeling each word pass through his chest as if passing through honey. a thought comes to mind and he closes his eyes once more, now to keep her from seeing the regret pass through his eyes. ❝ what did i do? ❞

 eyebrows lift in worry as he’s beginning to wake.   “ slow down, you’re alright --- “   the last thing they need is for him to PANIC.   (  if he forgot where he was & that he wasn’t in  d a n g e r , it would be bad. there would be no stopping him.  )   her heart SINKS.   “ ---- you didn’t do anything, buck, everything’s okay. “   it’s a LIE, but only a small one. jamie subtly shifts her sleeve just to ensure he doesn’t see the bruise forming on her arm. it wasn’t his fault. it’s not his fault. it’s HERS for attempting to stop him.