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whisper something by James’ ear! a 1-10 rating will be given on how hard it makes him blush & flusters him (accepting) // @beccabrnes​​​​

Does the team know that Ma used to call you Chippy Chipmunk?

          ...and this is how you cheat the system. this is how you cheat, period. this is how you ruin a good man’s day, when all he was doing was minding his own business --- and perhaps trying to get lucky with someone or the other. all in all, this is how you embody the spirit of being a younger sister; if nothing else, being well aware there’s NOTHING your big brother can do to stop you, anyway. except now to reach over and muss Becca’s hair maybe a bit too enthusiastically.

‘ ...shut up, that was a long time ago! ‘

               EVERYTHING FELT SO wrong, and she wanted to crawl out of her own skin. Skin that, suddenly, felt even less right, compared to the version of her who, apparently, was unbreakable. She felt empty next to this other one; she’d carved herself clean and hollow, giving every GOOD bit of herself to everyone. — And then, she’d buried all of those good parts in the ground, six feet down in pine. 

Her faith had gone down with her mother, and her confidence with her father. Optimism had been buried with one sister, and then the next. Any color, or hope had filled up her brother’s empty casket. And this one had lost all the same and yet someone had looked at her and decided to fill her back up. 

She felt sick, and jealous, and so far from enough that she could barely get another angry word out. 

“I ca—“ she lost her breath for a moment, bright eyes lost and darting. There was a weight on her chest and shoulders, bearing down. “I can’t. I can’t just walk in on some version of Steve who doesn’t know me and watch him measure me, pitying the OTHER HIM who doesn’t have YOU.” 

At the admission, she wanted to scrub herself raw. All she had done was WALK THROUGH A DOOR and she had been faced with every inch of her inferiority. Every part of her that FELL SHORT was thrown into her face. She was weak — this her couldn’t die. She was graceless and struck out when she was mad, and preferred to be angry over sad or disappointed. 

And she’d never liked herself. She could barely stand to see a version of herself who had managed to allow herself to be loved. TWICE, apparently. 

IT’S BEEN A LONG FEW DAYS,  steve  having  been  on  an  undercover  operation  with  sharon.  it  was  gurgling  work  and  not  very  fun  but  they  managed  to  catch  their  guy  and  bring  him  back  to  base.  SHIELD  would  be  very  happy.  steve  wold  be  even  more  happy  when  he  cold  change  clothes  and  take  a  shower.

bike  is  parked  in  the  garage  as  he  dumps  his  shoes  by  the  door  and  walks  in.  upon  entry,  he  is  hit  with  the  smell  of  food.  it  makes  his  mouth  water  and  stomach  rumble.  the  american  patriot  couldn’t  believe  how  hungry  he  was.  tongue  swipes  to  lick  his  lip.  also,  when  was  the  last  time  someone  cooked  for  him  with  a  meal  made  with  love?

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Bucky took the sweater, a grin already stretched across his face. Sure, yellow wasn’t a color he wore often, but it was bright and colorful, and the sweater itself was soft and warm. It even looked to be a little big which he not-so-secretly preferred. Hugging the sweater to his chest with one hand he reached over to pull Becca in for a hug with the other.

drinking starters (accepting) // @beccabrnes​​ ❝Tequila is not my friend? YOU’RE not my friend.❞

          some things do not change, even half a century later; little sisters are still the main cause for grey hairs, even after everything he’s gone through --- everything they have gone through. everything he can barely believe they have gone through. and maybe this is why, when for once the cause for grievance is actually a very mild / very amusing one, James can’t help the smile that curls his lips. honestly, he’s got no idea where she got the bottle from... didn’t even notice her leaving the house today, though very clearly she did; maybe she’s right, whenever she teases him saying he’s getting old. but his job as big brother is done, as far as she lets him go --- reaching now to gently brush Becca’s hair off her face, amidst this comfy cocoon she’s made on the couch with blankets, pillows, and her new best friend --- tequila.

[ text becca ] it is 6am and all three kids are still asleep. should i check if they are dead?[ text becca ] first time in 5 years that i get to enjoy a cup of coffee on Christmas morning BEFORE the crazies come downstairs[ text becca ] how are things in your household? are you already drowning in wrapping paper and tinsel?