Sam is feeling a little self-conscious so Bucky helps him unwind. ~ “Look at yourself in the mirror,” Bucky gently commands. “Look at all your scars, how much pain you’ve endured for this country. As a soldier, as the Falcon, and as Captain America.” Sam does as he’s told, lingers on the slanted cut from when he was stabbed, the slight indentation from when he was shot, and so many others. When he’s finished he looks up at Bucky for direction. For some sort of answer.
So…. remember how I said I’d write a little pwp for Samtember where Bucky and Sam do some shit in front of a mirror? Well, here it is! A little late, but still in time.
bruised knees talking about heartbreak holding hands when it’s cold music festivals picking grass out of the ground breaking into old buildings kissing someone in front of your ex writing on the walls of school bathroom stalls falling in love with strangers neon signs taking deep breaths of cold air old record players doing illegal things with your friends crushes that don’t really mean anything the feeling of smoke filling your lungs heart shaped lollipops the feeling of regret chipped nail polish making decisions on instinct flirty conversations rosy cheeks and nose on a cold winter day looking out the window of a moving train wanting to run away with someone journals filled with writing leather jackets long nights spent playing video games cigarette smoke forbidden love
Have you ever considered that Zemo’s plan to flush Bucky out of hiding by having people recognize him on the street would have failed if Bucky has just gotten himself a nice haircut and shaved and maybe tried not to look like the shiftiest sad hobo in Romania
The Only Thing Worth Remembering About From 2015:the rebirth of “Larry Stylinson” & watching them rise.
“Harry and Louis are the Stevie and Lindsey of the mermaid-tattoo-era stadium-rock eye-contact game. Louis’ eyes are dark, intense, controlling, with a surly "damn your love, damn your life” edge. Harry’s eyes say “I hear the darkness you’re expressing and it’s important to me but my heart tells me to twirl right now,” so he twirls and touches his hair. The brooding look vs. the beatific twirl. When one of them gets happy, the other gets wistful. When one of them gets bitchy, the other gets sugary. I could watch them sing together for hours. I could probably watch them do laundry for hours. (I doubt they do laundry.)“ - Rolling Stone Magazine (2015)