It’s a WIP (i know, i know, it’s a dangerous game to love WIP’s) but it is so fucking good, it’s worth the wait and anticipation. The writer has a beautiful, beautiful voice and the process between Steve and Bucky is so quiet and so delicate, it makes me hurt. The fifth chapter especially. It goes into how much Bucky craves touch but still has a hard time understanding any sort of contact that doesn’t end in pain is amazing. Look, here, read this and tell me it’s not amazing.
But Bucky’s back is not broken. His nerves are simply starving. He’s had no pleasant touch. No time to himself. Little sense of self at all.
To a stomach that’s always been empty, a mouthful feels like a feast.
Steve flattens his hand and gently rubs Bucky’s belly at the high-point up in the arch of the ribs, with his thumb hitched on the xiphoid process. He dips his head to kiss Bucky’s shoulder out of habit – for Steve, it hasn’t been all that long.
He will not shrink from this or wrench himself away. Won’t make his friend feel guilty or ashamed.
maybe they’ll get married, and end up together bby. but i will always, always ship Robin and Ted. i have done since day one, and i will always be sad that the writers shot themselves in the foot calling her Aunt Robin in the pilot, and then never being able to let go of them. i will always get upset when Robin & Ted have poignant interactions like the one i just watched.
so in preparation for the new spn episode I have just watched the fault in our stars. Whatever happens, it can’t be as heart-breaking as that. Also: they could destroy destiel in front of me & I wouldn’t cry because there are literally no tears left.
All I know is that you’re so nice You’re the nicest thing I’ve seen I wish that we could give it a go See if we could be something I wish I was your favourite girl I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world I wish my smile was your favourite kind of smile I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style I wish you couldn’t figure me out But you always wanna know what I was about I wish you’d hold my hand When I was upset I wish you’d never forget The look on my face when we first met I wish you had a favourite beauty spot That you loved secretly ‘Cause it was on a hidden bit That nobody else could see Basically, I wish that you loved me I wish that you needed me I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, Actually I meant three I wish that without me your heart would break I wish that without me you’d be spending the rest of your nights awake I wish that without me you couldn’t eat I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep Look, all I know is that you’re the nicest thing I’ve ever seen And I wish that we could see if we could be something Yeah I wish that we could see if we could be something