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He never quite felt at ease in Texas. The constant pressure of failing to live out the life his parents had planned out for him. The heat feels like it suffocates him, the sweat gets stuck in his collar, and the worry lines never seem to fade even when he’s just there to visit. Texas will always be an important part of him, the state that shaped him, the place that saw him have his first kiss, his first school yearbook photo, his first heartbreak, and everything in between. Texas is important, integral to the man that he is today, but it’s not home. It’s never been home.
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Could we ever be enough (baby we could be enough) by Xfreesoulx
Fandoms: Avengers, The Avengers
01 Mar 2021
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“James, it’s clear you are not ready to talk about the possibility th-"
Bucky shoots up immediately, shaking his head vehemently, as though if he denied the possibility hard enough, he would erase it from existence.
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(Steve has been missing for months, Bucky fist fights his own brain.)
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Sam had mentioned Steve’s mood in his text, had told Bucky that their most recent mission hadn’t gone as planned and that Steve would most likely need some space, something Steve usually hated having when trying to take advantage of their visits. Sam had said it wasn’t good, and Bucky had thought he was prepared for it. He was prepared for not good, for less than okay.
But he wasn’t prepared for this.
(alternatively: the wakanda boxing wraps fic)
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Just Stay Here & Lay Here Right In My Arms by orphan_account
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types, Captain America (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Marvel (Movies), Marvel (Comics), Avengers (Comics)
05 May 2016
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Bucky kissed him like it was the last thing he was going to do in his life. Like the Earth, moon and stars would blink out of existence the minute their lips parted. Like the second Bucky was without Steve’s lips, his little whimpers and small hands that clutch at his shirt, he’d die. Except, it was always like that, at the dead of night, love confessions whispered against sweaty skin, amongst moans and stifled screams as their bodies became one, hands touching everywhere, lips reddened and wet, it was always like that.
It always would be.
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11 Jun 2016