The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.
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#jesus christ could you want each other more#bucky leaning in with his eyes all hooded and whiskey on his breath#and steve breathes in and looks at bucky and he has to take a minute#and then he smiles like ok i know what you’re doing mister#you’re trying to get me to full-body-blush and stutter in the middle of this bar#and shift uncomfortably in my seat for the nest 10 minutes#but you know what#it’s been so long and you look so good and i’m so fucking happy to be here with you#that i don’t give a shit and i’m not even embarrassed#and you know what i’d shove you against this bar right now don’t push me james buchanan barnes#and he crawls his eyes over bucky up and down real obvious#like#bring it#you know what#(bucky knows what)#(leaning back a little in his seat chin tilted to bare his throat a little eyebrow cocked smile starting to curl his lips)#it’s kind of growing on me#your move barnes#because nothing else matters anymore#not thinking anywhere beyond tonight#i’ll wear it you see if i don’t#anything#seriously#ok i’m done now#kbye#everything is steve x bucky and everything hurts#and everything’s kinda filthy idk#i blame bucky he started it (via irisparry)
If it was the other way around, and it down to me to save your life, and you be honest with me…
Modern day Amazons
To prove one was a true Amazon, a girl had to first kill an enemy in battle.
"You may have won the battle, but I’ll take the fight to you."
Bucky clenched the phone, hearing a crack. “Steve, this isn’t you. This isn’t a battle and I’m not going to fight you. Not again. Just come h-“ He heard the dial tone and his chest closed up. “Home…” He whispered, placing the phone down before burying his face in his hands.
Cameron knew that he had crossed a line but he really couldn’t find himself caring. He got the guy, why did it matter if he couldn’t breathe though his nose right now? Besides, it wasn’t that much of a fight, it totally looked worse than it actually was.
"Come on, Ave. I’m fine, look!"
She was drunk. Christ, she was so drunk, Cameron could smell the alcohol coming off her. And the way she leaned into him, he wished she could rely on him like that when he was sober. “I’m glad I met you too, now come on, drunky.” He picked her up carefully, placing her in the bathtub and turning the shower on, shocking Avery out of her stupor.
“I bet you’re taking that statement back now, huh?” He sat on the edge of the bath tub.
Cameron rolled his eyes but he couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at his lips. She fussed sometimes like that. People needed Avery, Avery didn’t need people. She took care of him without thinking, he put it down to her instinct as a sister. So he let her go. Avery’s lips went to kiss the dark bruise that sat on his cheek but he moved his face, capturing her lips with his.
“I feel better now.” He muttered, cupping her face and grinning.
"I just wanna make you proud.”
Roxy gave her sister a measured stare, even though her heart was breaking. Vicky would always invoke that reaction in her, get her so infuriated and then make her break in a sentence. It never made sense, why Vikcy chose to move away, why she chose to get clean. Roxy had always thought that it was just another challenge. But suddenly, things clicked into place and Roxy was wracked with guilt.
“I’m not the one that you should be making proud, Vicky.” Roxy said quietly, not meeting her sister’s eye. “You’re my sister. I love you no matter what. But you should make yourself proud before you worry about me.”