But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It's so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.' ©
беспощадный старбакс фанфикшн тт я закончилась здесь как личность!
'Steve doesn’t know what Bucky’s going to do, and it seems neither does Bucky for a long while until he takes Steve into his arms and hugs him close. Bucky is the warmest ghost he’s ever laid hands on, and Steve clings tightly to him there in the early morning light of New York City. When Bucky drags his mouth against Steve’s cheek, it feels natural. Feels good. His lips find their way to Steve, but they don’t kiss--simply hover and graze each other for what feels like an eternity. Bucky smells like coffee and Steve brushes against the knife-mark on Bucky’s neck with a thumb. It makes Bucky’s breath catch and Steve pretends his heart isn’t in his throat. They don’t say goodbye, Steve for fear his words will come out not as words but as a single sob, and Bucky because he’s gone before Steve can even blink.' ©
пренесвятые марвел.
самый тёплый призрак, которого Стиву приходилось обнимать.
с запахом кофе.
оу фак.
'Steve doesn’t know what Bucky’s going to do, and it seems neither does Bucky for a long while until he takes Steve into his arms and hugs him close. Bucky is the warmest ghost he’s ever laid hands on, and Steve clings tightly to him there in the early morning light of New York City. When Bucky drags his mouth against Steve’s cheek, it feels natural. Feels good. His lips find their way to Steve, but they don’t kiss--simply hover and graze each other for what feels like an eternity. Bucky smells like coffee and Steve brushes against the knife-mark on Bucky’s neck with a thumb. It makes Bucky’s breath catch and Steve pretends his heart isn’t in his throat. They don’t say goodbye, Steve for fear his words will come out not as words but as a single sob, and Bucky because he’s gone before Steve can even blink.' ©
пренесвятые марвел.
самый тёплый призрак, которого Стиву приходилось обнимать.
с запахом кофе.
оу фак.