I had a terrible work day and am literally the grumpiest grump to ever grump and people breathing in the same vicinity as me is making me mad. So I’m going to take a ‘de-grumpifying’ power nap and then tackle drafts.
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Preserum!Steve being taught how to dance by Bucky? OR if we’re going for angsty, the first time Post-TWS Steve…
lilbitobsessive answered: Awkward dancing :D
"You know, Stevie, when you’re dancing with a dame, you’re gonna have to stop looking at your feet"
(Bucky just wants Steve to look at him, so this will be his last memory before he ships out)
STEVE CARRIES THOSE PICTURES EVERYWHERE. ;___; 100 YEAR OLD BFF 5EVA
Even when I had nothing, I had Bucky.
Men of Marvel.
A look beneath all that spandex. leather and metal.
“This isn’t a war, Steve, it’s a back alley… a back alley with zombies.”
Wow I thought I could stay awake longer but holy sleepy all of a sudden. Okay, I get off tonight at 7:30 pm, and I’ll be on around then, if not sooner. I’ve got drafts for the people mentioned here, if you’re not mentioned here and I should have a draft for you, please message me the link. I promise I actually meant to get to all of you today
Again if you’re not on here and I owe you that doesn’t mean that I dropped our thread, it means I never got the reply notification, please don’t be scared to message me the link. I promise I’m not meaning to forget you. Be good, muffincakes. I love you all.
"Dannae go gettin’ ideas. Any kitten ye present ta me, we hafta keep. So unless ye would be content with a home full o’ cats, ye should save it fer special occasions, mo ghaol”
"Well, we’ll only have a house full of kittens if you keep coming up with ridiculous reasons to constantly be mad at me." Steve said with a teasing smile. "We might as well be married, Eric. You’re practically my wife."
From my heart
"If I’d known writing poetry like that would get you so intense, I’d have done it months ago." Even as he teased, Bryce stayed just of range of his reach, playing with him.
Steve huffed, moving into the space that Bryce had added between them by backing up. “C’mere,” he whined, “I’m just trying to thank you, why won’t you let me thank you?”