Jul 25, 2025
they just come to me like little fish in a bowl
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they just come to me like little fish in a bowl
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it's the way steve just wants to be around nancy because that's his friend and the only person besides robin not making him feel bad for breathing at that point but everyone acts like he's gonna stick his tongue down her throat the second they're alone when it's been proven many a time he's trying to move on and genuinely just sees her as a friend and has never tried to push a boundary with her. and i just :(
Doing the same job/activity as your f/o and having that eye contact midway through that makes the world slow down before you look away. There's respect there from both sides, and especially from your f/o when you happen to be going a tad faster or neater than they are. Your f/o is absolutely loves seeing you work.
i notice everything one of my mutuals removed their age from their bio and put their birth year instead. I know all.
"Courtesy Post: Steve" - Cincinnati, OH
steve.
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PETER AND STEVE RN GOT ME ON MY ASS / @theha1r
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It’s ringing through him that Bucky’s never touched him like this. Other ways, yes. Chin grab to get as good as his eyeballs up Steve’s raw nose, two rowdy, bloody bullet holes for nostrils; having the back of his neck palmed and the private fingertip width behind the ear reserved for kisses thumbed over like an unsubtle dig.
‘Never’ being an absolute, the only way to be sure is—
❛What?❜
Steve’s put a fumbled two inches between his mug and Bucky’s syrette-high face search, angling to see him better. His cover’s that and the toe-curling ticklishness at being handled with care after months of not feeling a thing.
The only way to be sure is to have consciously kept track. He still loopy? Checking his pupils gets sabotaged by the backlit perspective, but Steve decides he’s right. Crushingly close, Bucky’s lip lines separate like on a mushroom’s underbelly. He’s, uh.
Like hell that’d get understood, but he’s pretty enough that Steve feels stupid about it.
❛You know you can’t do that anymore. This isn’t a back alley.❜
Having been saving that one, he’s always thought, meant it would feel like a paid-off home mortgage to throw it back in Bucky’s face. But all he has to show for it is a funny sting.