steve rogers gets freckles during summer pass it on

(psst im back and my commissions are open)

Pre-war stucky dancing

they are SUCH whores...

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i will not rest until they hug

I am guessing that Alpine’s paws never touch the ground unless they have to. Going out with Bucky? In his jacket. Hanging out at home? In his arms. He’s getting her food? He lifts her onto the windowsill with her food bowl so she can see the skyline. Going to sleep? Bucky is carrying her to his bed. That cat is spoiled and Bucky has no intention of stopping.

this wasn’t supposed to turn out so sappy

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the other avengers watching steve and bucky and being starkly reminded that they were best friends before they were lovers. watching the way steve will lean over and whisper something in bucky’s ear— light gossip that has bucky snorting and whispering something imperceptible back. the little glances they share during conversations or gatherings where it’s entirely evident that they’re thinking the exact same thing. saying something at the same time, or moving in similar ways that is only born out of years of knowing someone so well they become an extension of you. just. steve and bucky being best friends. and others noticing

GUILTY NOT GUILTY

This is an open call for someone to create a ficlet for me.. I’ll even turn it into a podfic in the end

But imagine: Bucky is shopping with his and Steve’s daughter, but it’s been a long day and everyone is tired, and everyone is cranky and just want to get home, and this is the last thing that needs to happen before they can (cos it’s Sam and Nat’s wedding, and this kid is as stubborn as Steve ever was, and is the one who insisted on a dress in the first place, and god only knows what will happen if she doesn’t get one)..

(insp.)

thinking about bucky giving steve gifts. maybe it starts in childhood. steve’s holed up at home for much of the year, so bucky scavenges for interesting looking leaves, the ones with fall colors and crazy shapes, to press and dry. he puts them in between the pages of Steve's textbooks for him to find in the middle of math class, just to see him smile. when bucky starts getting pocket money, leaves become saltwater taffy and sticky caramels, trinkets from coney island and kitschy postcards.

It’s not even about the gifts themselves, it's that they respond to needs no one else sees. if button on steve’s coat comes loose, he’ll find it stitched back on the next day. when the months turn cold, cinnamon sticks and hot chocolate mix’ll appear in the cupboards.

seventy years later, lots of things change, but the gift habit doesn’t. the creak in their home’s staircase goes away without steve having to ask. even though clothes are so cheap now, bucky will still mend the tears in steve’s favorite sweater. and once, a gift was a gold ring, tucked underneath his pillow, with a note that read “marry me”.

it’s nice seeing how much my hand changed!!! i still refuse to use colors tho

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Bucky posts this, tagging Steve, and captioning it "I have the best boyfriend in the world 🥰"

Fox News bursts into flames. The great American experiment does not perish from the earth.