( silverheartsilverskin )

              “ i find that hard to believe. ”

       he can’t help himself. they’re both tangled in this little net he accidentally cast out over them. he can’t stop himself now, rolling his shoulders a little as he tucks his hands into the pockets of his jacket and gives her the most winning smile he’s got. she’s lovely with that blush, and if he didn’t want to kiss her before... well, damn if he doesn’t want to now. yancy becket doesn’t give up easily, especially when someone seems as keen as he is... he takes a step closer, closing the distance, wanting to see her a little bit more, wanting to test the boundaries.

     “ you have no idea. saw you and it was all i        could think of --- how can i prove it to you? ”

( darkpatriotism )

        “      there’s a little more french, but i don’t think i’m that loud. ”

( soldatzimy )

                                    they’re on FIRE----------------- 

        yancy’s bones feel the first trickles of warmth as bucky covers them with broad hands, rough hands, a s o l d i e r ’ s hands drawing life from death. what fumblings they have find balance, the two of them tumbling together in strange symmetry that leaves him breathless. they’re solid planes && yearning muscle, finding new ways to fit together with endless possibilities. after what feels like decades of guiding, instead, he follows, letting bucky lay him back and ground him.

he’s lost track of the last time he felt alive; he scarcely remembers what it feels like, every moment dulled by the numb burn of frost. 

          but now...

he grabs without meaning to, clutches with intent borne on base need, fingers digging blunt nails to tanned skin, bracing as though the sky might fall down on them at any moment-------------

                          and when buck asks that, it feels like the first clouds have begun their thunderous                       parting to warn of doom. breath burns; chill insidiously slides back to the edges of him.

in the darkness the rolls like wake, he feels like some dashed starlight, laid across the sheets beneath the blanket of bucky barnes, staring open-mouthed ( kiss-bruised, battle scarred ) in the potential aftermath of that question.

         “ don’t. don’t. ”

    it’s a plea and a warning, and he doesn’t give them time to fall into doubt. one hand slides into hair he’s ruffled, tugged, patted-- and he pulls, dragging bucky’s mouth back to his. copper spills over the fire as his teeth nip, clashing against soft flesh, and he presses still, undeterred----

so i did that disappearing thing again.

it wasn't intentional and sort of came out of the blue, but after the holiday season hit ( and i work retail ), a move that's still in progress, and a sickness, i needed a break. now that i've found my footing and free time again, i'm going to be working on coming back~ expect more updates to come and all that jazz.

( @ambivers x )

“ i live to give you a hard time and you know it. i’m a big brother, born and raised. ” he sticks his tongue out right back, honestly, because they’re both grown men and they can both act appropriately. one hand plucks up a popsicle stick as requested, turning it about to offer it to mark, waggling it playfully until mark takes it. “ i think you might be depressed, watney. depressed science. ”

( wxngman )

             his gun feels DAMN FAMILIAR in his hands, comfortable in natural grip,          as they breach the building -- the inside looks DEMOLISHED, ruined by          some other within... he glances back at sam----- then tilts his head to                   indicate for sam to go ONE way while he goes another. 

   “ we’ll meet up. ”

sometimes i feel like you guys lure me back onto tumblr when i forget to be here enough, and i genuinely appreciate it.

( lookin’ at you, bucku. )