I Was Sad, But Then I Remembered This Video Of Black Haired Jimin Dressed In All White And Dancing To

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Liam Dunbar & Theo Raeken [+ text posts]

“…. dean would kiss me on my friggin’ head sometimes. ” - [roman on talk is jericho]

a bonus (post shield days):

So F***ing True!!!!

Me: what did we say we’d do these holidays?

Me: write a book, read books, watch movies, learn oil painting, learn a new language, utilize every moment and come out a changed person

Me: and what did we do?

Me: read fanfiction

Me: and?

Me: read fanfiction

Me: and?

Me: watch cat videos

Me:

me when there’s finally a new fic posted of my otp and is well-written with A++ characterization 

Do you sometimes just look at your ship,,,,, and like,,,,,,,, asdffjfkaksj

This literally made me tear up

If you’re still doing the prompt phrases: trembling hands

“Bucky?” Steve asks, near breathless. A drop of blood runs down his temple.

“Hi Steve,” Bucky says, reaching for Steve, who grips his hand. Bucky foists Steve up, who immediately wraps his arms around Bucky, squeezing tight. Bucky shuts his eyes as he takes Steve into his arms. He smells like dirt, like sweat, but like Steve.

“It worked,” Steve says.

“Apparently.”

“Buck,” Steve whines and God, it’s been so long since he’s heard Steve’s annoying as hell voice that he can’t help but tighten his arms around him. “I missed you, Buck,” he adds after a long moment.

“Wasn’t too bad. Sam was there.”

“Sam’s great.”

“But I missed you.”

Steve exhales, then pulls away a little, just to look at Bucky. He moves a trembling hand up to Bucky’s face. A tear falls from his eye. “I did everything to get you back.”

“I know.”

“I…” His index finger traces Bucky’s cheek bone. “I love you.”

“Steve, I—”

“Don’t, you don’t have to.” He pauses. “Just, all this time I wanted to tell you. I thought I’d never have the chance.” Something in him relaxes in Bucky’s arms. Bucky wishes that he could press him so close that they’d just become one, that they wouldn’t have to talk anymore, that they could just let their bodies say all of the things they’ve never said to each other.

But he can’t, so Bucky does what he does best, what he’s always done with his best friend. He makes fun of him a little.

“You gonna let me say it back or you gonna interrupt me again?” he snarks.

“Buck,” Steve says, voice sounding raw.

Bucky grips Steve’s hips hard, looks him in the eye. “I love you.” Another tear rolls down Steve’s grimy cheek. “I love you so much.” He wants to say something deeper, something poetic, but the words leave him as he looks at Steve’s eyes. It’s not the first time that’s happened.

Steve presses his forehead to Bucky’s, his hands moving down to his arms and holding on hard enough to bruise. “Okay,” he says. “That’s enough.” He repeats it. “That’s enough.”

“You’ve done enough. We get to rest now.”

Steve laughs; he smiles.

“Let’s go home.”

“Where’s that?” Bucky asks.

“I don’t even know. Let’s find it.”

“We have time now.”

“Yes,” Steve says. “We do.”

A Precious Baby

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