Imagine Steve wasn't in love with Bucky Barnes before his big freeze, but now he's falling head over heels for the Winter Soldier
Steve wasn’t confused
about his feelings. Not really. He’d been attracted to men just as much as he
had been women. He might’ve had to keep
his attraction to men fairly quiet until he woke up in the twenty-first
century, but he’d never been confused about feeling how he did.
The confusing part was
Bucky. Or, maybe the confusing part was
that it wasn’t Bucky. He wasn’t sure what the difference was, exactly, and what
it meant that he hadn’t been attracted to Bucky before he was the Winter
Solider, but he was now that Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he used to know.
He wasn’t sure if it was
the hair, or that shared life experience he’d mentioned to Natasha once, or if
it was something else that Steve thought, somewhere deep down, that he should
feel bad about because the change in Bucky had come at the expense of so much.
Bucky wasn’t the Bucky he
remembered and that difference made all the difference. He was darker and haunted and as strong as
–if not stronger- than Steve and there was something wily that shifted behind his eyes, sometimes, that
made Steve’s stomach flip.
Bucky noticed. And made sure to bring it up when he knew he’d
catch Steve off-kilter enough to talk about it (exhausted after sparring. Steve would be damned if Bucky hadn’t timed
it perfectly because he knew how good Steve thought he looked exhausted and
“You wanna do something
about it, or are you trying to see how frustrated you can make yourself?”
“What?” Steve sputtered. He wasn’t ready and didn’t know what to say
and felt guilty that he was attracted to Bucky (the Winter Solider) now that he
had seventy years of unspeakable horrors behind him. Steve wondered what that said about
Bucky sighed. “I see the way you watch me. Did you always do that?”
“You mean did I do it when
– Before?” Steve managed to keep his voice
Let it never be said that
Steve Rogers backed down from a confrontation.
Bucky nodded, watching
Steve carefully, searching his face for.
Something. When he finally spoke,
it was much quieter, secret-sharing. “I
was hoping you’d say that.”
“What?” Steve leaned back
against his locker. He was pretty sure
the wold was tilting on it’s axis.
“Steve, I – I’ve been
wandering around thinking you’re mooning over someone I’m not anymore and – and
it’s not true. You want me, not him. I mean – you know.”
Steve nodded. “Yeah, Buck.
I do. But what does that say
“-Stop. We’re both different. This might be the best excuse to finally forgive
yourself for the fact that seventy years just happened to change us both.”
It was Steve’s turn to
pick apart Bucky’s expression and when he’d done so to his satisfaction he
reached out towards Bucky, who leaned in in kind.
JARVIS ensured the locker
room was off-limits for the next week.
(First for the privacy of Captain Rogers and Sargent Barnes, and second
for the repairs necessary to the space once they were through with it).
It’s close to 1am and almost 23 degrees still so Sherlock and John have all the windows open and they’re just sleeping with the sheet tonight. Not that either of them can sleep with the thick heat pulsing through the room. As John lies on Sherlock’s chest, he traces lazy patterns on his stomach.
“High low?” John asks softly.
Sherlock hums, giving the question consideration. “You first,” he finally replies.
“Low was three patients in a row with the same sniffles that made me wonder why on earth I’m wasting my time treating the common cold instead of doing any good in the world.”
“I’ve told you to quit your job on numerous occasions.”
“Yes, you have. You’re always right, aren’t you?” John sighs, turning his mouth upwards for a quick kiss.
“Only mostly,” Sherlock teases, nipping his lip. “High?”
“High was when the estate agent called to confirm that the flat is sold. Coming home and it feeling like home, with no baggage or weight left… Your turn.”
“Easy. Low was my six week compost experiment amounting to absolutely nothing.”
“Thank God. I think all our clothing smells of compost by now,” John says, poking Sherlock in the ribs despite his squirming. “What was the high?”
Sherlock is quiet for some time, making John wonder if he’s ever going to answer. He sometimes does this; goes quiet and forgets they’re in the middle of a conversation. John doesn’t mind.
“This moment,” Sherlock eventually says softly, reverently. “With you there and me here and our home all around us. Definitely a high.”
Title: lost thoughts Pairing: Kim Minseok/Reader Genre: Soulmate!AU. You hear your soul
mate’s thoughts inside your head since the moment they/you are born. Summary: The sound of his voice inside her
head brings a smile to her face or a frown to her features. If only Minseok
wasn’t so teasing then things would be a little bit easier.
Part I//Part II: “Now look at me and tell me everything.”
was used to being the oldest of his group of friends, the one who didn’t speak
much and tried to drink as less as possible so he could drive his drunken
friends home; it wasn’t only at the time when he became an idol, he was also
the oldest of his class back when he was studying in high school and even
though he wasn’t the tallest, he was the most mature. Without really wanting
to, we create patterns in our lives that tend to make us follow certain
movements and actions that we repeat until the day of our deaths and Minseok
just liked being the oldest, he liked the responsibility that came with said
name even when sometimes there was someone older than him, he liked the concept
of it, actually. That’s why he babysat when he needed money that couldn’t be
given by the little thrift shop he worked at and sometimes he tutored his
younger friends, probably neighbors that grew up with him or one of the
children of her mother’s friends. He just liked…the whole way his life worked
when he pretended he had everything together but in reality, he didn’t.
word, pretend, it should be in
capitalletters and highlighted.
all started when he found out that a thesis wasn’t as easy as he thought it’d
be and he spent his hours after work looking through books in a library with a
little bit of help from his friend and classmate Jongdae, who was also the one
who was working on his thesis with him, then he had that voice inside his head
that reminded him that indeed he had
a soul mate and whilst he adored teasing her to no end, he still didn’t know
her. In between one of those nights where the, already graduated, Kim Junmyeon
tried to help him out with a few things, he started listening to his thoughts
and found out that not only had Yixing casually got to know his soul mate but
he also realized that he was out of his
freaking mind because he took a taxi as soon as possible just to get to
meet her and once he did, he didn’t know what to do.