–––– *blinks against light* wait hi, hello?
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Steve breathed out slowly, trying to curb his frustrations over Bucky’s blindness to his illness. “There are dancers who are ten pounds smaller than you because they are smaller. You’re almost as tall as me, Bucky. You don’t gotta be as bulky as me, but you’re nothin’ but skin and bones. You’ve passed out twice now. You get tired so easily- you know why you get tired so easily? Because you don’t eat!”
His brows knitted together at the other’s words, and he rolled his eyes. “Don’t start putting words in my mouth. You know I love dancing with you; you know I don’t care about being the damned lead. I’m worried about you because I care about you.”
Bucky kept the upset look on his face, but he couldn’t find any words to say. Steve had seen right through all his excuses already and his arsenal was all but empty. Most people wanted to ignore what was wrong with him, and gladly took whatever he said about being okay at face value.
He’d gained three pounds just before being let go from his old company in order to avoid just that, but since coming to Shield he’s lost that and then some. He was at his lowest weight yet, but he still couldn’t stop thinking out how he could feel his stomach digging into the waistband of his pants.
“I don’t know what you want me to do”, he pouted, the anger in his face giving way to real desperation. “I can’t– I can’t change anything now, not until after the show is done. After it’s done, maybe”, he bit his lip, chewing on the delicate skin.
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five word prompts
[inspired by this]
- “actually… i just miss you.”
- “alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
- “and slowly… i was forgotten.”
- “and then everything just disappears.”
- “and where do i go?”
- “anyone could tell from here.”
- “are you finishing that or…?”
- “are you stupid or stupid?”
- “anything, just call me, okay?”
- “bitch better have my money.”
- “bro… that’s so… not cool…”
- “but did you do it?”
- “call me now. it’s urgent.”
- “can’t you listen to me?”
- “cross that. don’t answer that.”
- “don’t even think about it.”
- “don’t you dare walk away.”
- “do it. i dare you.”
- “did you think i forgot?”
- “eventually… you just move on.”
- “even if you still do.”
- “everything will fall into place.”
- “fight me, you attractive stranger.”
- “for once, i need you.”
- “for once… i was right.”
- “for once… i was wrong.”
- “forget i even asked you.”
- “forget it. you fucking suck.”
- “fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
- “fuck off. i mean it.”
- “give and take. that’s life.”
- “great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
- “have you lost your mind?”
- “hello? it’s me. i was-”
- “hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
- “here’s a glass of whatever.”
- “how about a hug, hm?”
- “how about you make me?”
- “i haven’t forgot you yet.”
- “i can’t be around you.”
- “i don’t need you, really.”
- “i don’t need this now.”
- “is this your first time?”
- “it’s just a cut, really.”
- “it wasn’t me, i swear!”
- “i said i love you.”
- “just don’t fuck it up.”
- “just… come back alive, okay?”
- “just make sure you’ve eaten.”
- “kick his ass for me.”
- “killed him? wait, what, literally?”
- “life really sucks. feel better.”
- “letting go hurts… a lot.”
- “let me live, will you?”
- “no, i don’t need you.”
- “nothing can hurt me now.”
- “nothing matters anymore to me.”
- “okay it was me… so?”
- “people lie all the time.”
- “pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
- “please, you can’t die now.”
- “please don’t leave me alone.”
- “quiet. they can hear us.”
- “quick! give me your phone!”
- “quicker, you freaking piece of-”
- “quit it or i’ll bite.”
- “quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
- “really? do i look stupid?”
- “real smooth, tripping over air.”
- “rise and shine, sweet thing.”
- “rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
- “seriously? give me a break.”
- “so… what are we now?”
- “so… did you miss me?”
- “so… can we go eat?”
- “so… when’s the next flight?”
- “so… how did everything go?”
- “sometimes, i wish you died.”
- “so what? you did it.”
- “time passes slower without you.”
- “then what do you suggest?”
- “the fuck? who are you?”
- “then you tell me why.”
- “this is not working out.”
- “this isn’t what i wanted.”
- “this is all a fucking disaster.”
- “when did it all happen?”
- “who knew you’d be here?”
- “why do i even bother?”
- “why do i love you?”
- “why didn’t you tell me?”
- “you’re just… so, so stupid.”
- “you can’t be here now.”
- “you look like an accident.”
- “you really need to go.”
- “you know who to call.”
- "zero fucks given. next please.”
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Two boys from Brooklyn….with an assortment of characters not in MCU, haha
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His initial instinct was to tell Steve he had no idea what he was talking about. Deny, deny, deny; that's what he'd learned throughout his years of dancing, hell, throughout his years just living.
"You're making it sound worse than it is", he murmured, cheeks red and looking just about anywhere other than at Steve. "You can't break me just by touching me. I'm not made out of porcelain. Besides, there's dancers at least ten pounds smaller than me". 'Those are the ones that make lead', he thought to himself.
So maybe he'd dropped a few pounds, what of it? His lines were finally looking good, he wasn't about to give that up just because his partner had some insane notion that he was going to get hurt.
"If you didn't want to share the lead you could have just said so", he huffed angrily.
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The blond made a face and looked away from the man he held in his arms. God, he cared so deeply for him, but he was so angry. He hated being lied to like this, straight to his damned face. Did Bucky not feel any guilt for that? It sure as hell didn’t seem like he did.
He’s sick, he reminded himself. He’s sick and he needs help. The problem was that Steve wasn’t sure he could be the one to give it.
“We’re not going again. We’re done for the night, Buck. I’m gonna take you home and make you a nice salad, because I know damned well you’re lyin’ to me. You’re going to seriously hurt yourself one of these days. If I hadn’t been here to catch you when you fell, you’da smashed your head off the floor.”
He sneered despite himself, letting his act slip just ever so slightly. If he ate too much he’d have to spend the rest of the night over the toilet and salad was no fun to get back up (the leaves would stick in his teeth and on his tongue).
“Stop, stop making a big deal out of it”, he said defensively. He would have gotten up and stormed away in one of his usual Bucky Barnes drama queen fits, but his legs still felt like jelly underneath him and he didn’t want to give Steve any more ammo against him in case he stumbled (or worse).
“Please. I like you and I really don’t wanna go down this road”, he said honestly, deciding to let his guard down, even if just a little. “If you get involved that’s all you’re going to see me as a-and I don’t want that”.
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“it’s just a cut, really.”
five word prompts | @jamesxbxrnes
just a c u t. yeah, right. that’s why his shirt was soaked in it. that’s why to some it would look like he murdered someone. that’s why there was a crimson trail leading to a dingy apartment bathroom. just a cut. natasha may have been born at night but it sure as hell wasn’t last night. “i’m not a medical professional but if it requires stitches, it’s not just a cut.” she muttered, concentrating on her thread and needle. the wound bled profusely but somehow she slowed it. now she took her window of opportunity to try and sew it up. if she didn’t the blood would keep coming and he’d be laying on the ground passed out soon enough.
“stay still will you? you’re LUCKY i’m even helping.”
“quit squearmin? quit taking so long, damn”
Despite the comment, he was glad she was taking care of him. Without her, he’d be stuck bleeding out on the cheap linoleum of the safe house. He was already a worrying shade of white, a ring of sweat lining his trembling lips. He’d taken a bullet just below his ribs, leaving a huge hole in its wake.
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Steve had noticed the pounds dropping off his partner. He would. They danced together, they were a pair, the stars of the show. And his partner was getting lighter seemingly every single time he lifted him. He was beginning to grow afraid he’d squeeze him too hard in one moment or the next and some bone would snap, then Bucky wouldn’t be able to dance. It was terrifying and stressful, and he felt like he was dancing poorly because of it.
With a small nod, he picked up the water, cracked open the bottle, and held it for Bucky to take. “You didn’t go too hard,” he corrected miserably. “Bucky, you have got to eat. You’re going to hurt yourself bad one of these times.”
“I have been eating”, he lied, a sad puppy pout on his lips. “I had eggs this morning. And I got a protein bar from the vending machine earlier”. Those were all lies, but he was so practiced they almost felt true to Bucky. “I just got to remember to stay hydrated, that’s all. I promise it won’t happen opening night”.
He could feel Steve’s tension when they danced, but he hadn't related it to his eating habits. He hadn’t been in a show with the other man before, and chalked it up to how he was before opening. Everyone held their stress differently.
“Look, it’s fine. I’m good to go again. That last turn was kind of sloppy, my left side was too slow and I want to fix it”.
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Natalia had her hands covering her face, the smile penetrating past and the tears from her joy coming out. “Another girl,” she whispered, completely filled with joy at the thought of having two perfect girls. God, she loved Anechka already–and she deserved a little sister. And her first pregnancy had been such a perfect time that the agent had missed it. Though in the back of her mind, two kids would be plenty.
“We’re having another baby.”
“Holy shit”, he laughed, picking her up and spinning her around once. “Holy shit”, he repeated, caught up in the excitement of it all. Things had been difficult after Anechka, making ends meet and splitting his time between work and home, but God did he love being her dad. Two would be even harder, but he was already in love with this new baby.
“I- you what”, he stammered, excitement and shock making his words run together. “You-you’re, for sure for sure”, he laughed, spinning around to face her, to read her body language. “We’re having another baby?”
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This not eating bullshit was becoming a serious issue. This wasn’t the first time Bucky had passed out while dancing. Thank God it hadn’t happened during their regular rehearsals, but when the pair of them had remained behind after to clean up a few of their parts together. And Steve was afraid for him. He cared so deeply for him, he knew how important dancing was to Bucky, and he didn’t want to see him lose the opportunity. But he wasn’t healthy. He was going to do some serious damage to his body if he kept this up.
He held the other man in his lap with a blanket wrapped tightly around him, waiting for him to wake. Thankfully, he’d been able to catch him before he’d smashed his head on the floor. Steve breathed out heavily when Bucky finally woke. “Yeah, Buck. You passed out again,” he answered quietly.
With opening night getting closer and closer, Bucky was eating less and less. He usually restricted right before a show, but he might have been cutting back too much and practicing too hard. To Steve at least, in Bucky’s head it was never enough. He could always practice a little longer, go to the gym one more time, skip just one more meal.
“Water”, he asked for timidly, a fresh bottle already sitting next to them. “Guess I went a little too hard”, he said with a sheepish grin, hoping Steve would leave it at that, even though the stern look on his face said otherwise.
Natalia came up behind the Soldier and wrapped her arms around his torso. "Mmm, I love you..." A gentle kiss was placed onto his shoulder before she buried her face into it, gentle humming as she rocked his body with hers.
“Mmm”, he hummed back, surprised but definitely not unhappy about the touch. “I love you too, but what’s the occasion”, he asked with a small, teasing smile. The two of them were affectionate, but after Anechka had been born their random moments of romanticism had become less frequent.
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“It’s nothing, just a scratch.”
“Yeah well, if I’m bein’ honest, it kinda feels that way too. I’ll be fine though, promise”.
"It's okay, Buck, I've got you."
@cameoutofabottle
He’s still shaking when he comes to. Strong hands are holding his shoulders. Steve’s hands. There’s something warm around him too.A blanket.Things are okay once he has a blanket.Things will be okay.
“Did it happen again?”
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Send in "its okay, I got you" for my muses reaction to your Muse comforting my Muse while they're having a panic attack.
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My character vanishes one day. About a year later your character spots them out in public with a baby! How does your character react?
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Natalia could not help herself. It was almost impossible to hold back almost as if her heart was ready to break out of her chest to return back to him. They shouldn’t. Both of them knew that but they were each others’ only weakness.
“I have to.” The redhead whispered quietly against James’ lips after she pulled away from the kiss. Her slender fingers threaded slowly through his soft hair, smiling a bit at how familiar it felt to do so “It’s the only way to make sure you are safe.”
His eyes stayed closed even after she pulled away, trying to hold onto the feeling he’d missed so desperately those seven months.
“Don’t”, he pleaded again. “It’s not worth it. I’m not worth it. You need to get out of here. I’ll hold them up, distract them”.