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[facemypast]

@gctbackup​ asked:  She’s been talking with him a few hours now; their conversation had died down a little. She reached out and lightly grasped his hand, before patting it gently. “You know, it’s a bit uncanny. If you trimmed your hair a bit you would look just like my boy’s best friend. It’s a little bit funny,” she hummed and smiled to herself over her cup of tea.

The afternoon had been fine, if a bit stiff. Conversation had flowed between the flowers blooming on the street corners, to the recent movies that had played on TV, to the best way to make bread dough rise the quickest. Sarah was pleasant and cheerful, always polite and full of the sharp wit she pulled out every now and then. They’d spend hours drinking tea and talking about everything, anything, except the topic of Bucky himself, and Steve by extension. 

The lapses had been getting worse; happening more often, lasting longer, erasing more. Steve could hardly stand to spend too much time here anymore and would leave after just a couple hours looking pale and miserable. Not that Bucky enjoyed it any more than Steve did- in a way he felt the pain on a deep, personal level since he knew first hand what this felt like. But he couldn’t bear to leave Sarah alone, not when she was already so alone in this whole new world, still so bright like a damn sunflower. Even if a few petals were falling off. 

At the benign, friendly observation, Bucky felt like his entire torso deflated. He’d almost, almost made himself forget there was anything wrong. Made himself believe this was just another afternoon talking small nothings with his Ma. A painful lump formed in his throat and all Bucky could do at first was nod, give her a small smile. While it seemed that she still remembered Steve at the moment, and this his best pal James Barnes, Bucky himself to her was still just some stranger. No matter how often it happened it still hurt like a kick to the chest every time she looked at him with that pleasant, polite distance in her eyes. 

     “...yea, life’s funny that way,” he finally said, voice strained. 

[dustxrgcld]

​❝ how does my pumpkin look? ❞

Halloween/fall starters ! 🎃@gctbackup

                          A smile took place on his lips, enlarging them into a gest of pure joy as he watched his mother work.  Time had passed him by since he last celebrated something next to his mother, and now that he got her back, they wanted to do most everything. So with Hallooween nearing them, they couldn’t miss on the opportunity of doing one more thing together. Specially one they had never done before and he found out, drawing on his block was far easier than carving on a pumpkin, but his mother looked happy, excited about this, turning her pumpkin to him to show him her progress.

                                                                                        She was doing a much better work than him.

                    “ That “  he pauses, giving his mother a look  “ looks like you’re cheating because there’s no way it can look that good when mine looks like it punched a hole through it.”

[justicetempered]

“I hope you know you are my bestest boy and I love you.���

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     “Aw, Ma…” 

Steve couldn’t help the pleased flush that warmed his cheeks, even as he scoffed and looked away.  Most kids his age might have just rolled their eyes, or made a face, but the most Steve could muster was false indignation. His Ma was the most important person in the world to him, even when she was being mushy as all get out. After a moment he peered back up at her, lips tilting up into a smile.

     “Love you too.”

[chokethelight]

@gctbackup​ asked:          Don’t ask how she found him, she managed it. She rapped on the door lightly, which was a balancing act with the pie pressed against her hip. She had a bag on the opposite side, heavily laden with various foodstuffs she had made.

There was a reason Cletus Kasady kept himself out of the phone book, the papers, and paid for everything with cash. He didn’t want to be found - No, scratch that. He didn’t want to be found by most people or by Venom. Not to say he couldn’t handle himself - he really could, but there was no need for unnecessary violence when they weren’t in the mood to pain the tow red.

A reason to why they were a little shocked by the knock on the door. It was quite unusual to get visitors that were not expected, but he supposed there was good reason for it. He supposed that it was simply because someone needed to give him something. He was paid up for rent for a while - maybe this was something else?

Oh well.. he’d see.

A reason to why he approached the door hesitantly, turning the handle, and showed one of his best grins; even a slight amount of teeth formed. Teeth that retracted the moment he saw it was only her.

Oh goodie.

“Quite the investigative skills,” he says, sliding his hands behind his back. “Welcome to my... little place where i’m crashing for a few months,” a pause. “I hope it’s not,” he cut himself off. “I... we were not expecting erm... company.”

[icxnquer-archive]

gctbackup said: " I'm sorry for whomever hurt you. You didn't deserve it. "

         ‣  random asks — ‣ always accepting.

Words struck as bold. The laughter that ensued was spiteful and mirthless as though there had been jocularity to begin with. Perhaps, the intent was real and earnest but it felt exceedingly shallow, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth. Of fucking course not he didn't deserve the turmoil he went through as if bad luck dogged his every step, scars deeply rooted in his core and nightmares plaguing his sleep. Regardless, it forged and tempered the path to the pinnacle of the mutant he'd turn out to be eventually. He didn't want to be treated as an object of pity nor to solicit the need of someone' sympathy. 

               ❝ It is so noble of you to deliberately force yourself to act as if you care that it almost disgusts me. ❞ What did she know about him, really?  A noticeable revulsion slowly sat in as his eyes coldly washed over her, blood thumping in irritation.

[madebythejungle]

                  JOHN CLAYTON III   &   SARAH ROGERS

                                                        written by summer & adi

[revenantwalkin]

Keen ears and a mother’s intuition could pick out trouble from miles away, and apparently trouble wore the face of Mr. Castle.

         S hi t

[lycanlead-a]

↕ 5'4''

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[warartist]

She’d gotten up extra early to try and get everything together for him, and to also wake up before him. Sarah already had a full breakfast, tea, and coffee ready for him. His presents were also on the kitchen table; carefully wrapped. Every year it had always gotten harder to find something for her boy, but that never stopped her. “Happy birthday,” she beamed as she stole a peck on the cheek.

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Steve’s sock padded feet pad into the kitchen, a yawn escaping the young boy’s mouth. His night clothes were too big for him, like anything he wore. The smell of food immediately wakes him up a bit more, piquing his interest. He walks over, eyes wide as he stares up at the table. “That’s all for me?”

[visixnaryx-archive]

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

text message starters || accepting

{ Text || ??? } However confused I am to receive this, that was quite lovely.

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[facemypast]

“I don’t think I can go home knowing I won’t see you around anymore.”

@gctbackup

Fuck, this was even harder than he’d thought it would be. Ever since receiving his draft letter Bucky had been in a sort of daze. Sure, he’d known it was a possibility, had lost a lot of guys from the docks to their own shipping orders. But somehow, he’d managed to put his own fears aside, gone on like nothing could happen. Until it did. It had hit him like a punch to the gut, and every day more reasons to hate his lot in life came back to hit him again. 

He sniffed a little, attempting to give Sarah a smile as she wrapped his hand in her own. This little going away part had been Winifred’s idea, a nice dinner and some quiet conversation before Bucky shipped out for specialized training next week. Of course the Rogers had come, although Steve had been avoiding him- whether out of anger or sadness Bucky didn’t know. But here Sarah was, comforting him like he was her own. He guessed at this point that he might as well have been hers. 

     “Yea, I guess it’ll be different….” he managed.

No more nights spent together whispering with Steve, no more home-cooked meals that Sarah managed to make out of thin air, no more evenings spent curled up with his best friend and his second mother just listening to the radio. The tightness in his throat grew, eyes stinging as he blinked heavily against the tears that threatened. Sure, there was no guarantee this was the end, but Bucky wasn’t stupid. He knew what could happen over there. He squeezed Sarah’s hands, knew he was losing the battle for his composure. 

     “’m gonna miss you, ma.”

★ Heartbreak sentences! ★ Accepting ★

[thickcrskiin]

“Alright,” she had her work cut out for her here. That didn’t dissuade her any. “You take a break and I’ll get you something here right quick. Now I’ll know if you moved from that spot young lady. Take a breath and put your feet up, and ya can’t tell the lads I said those words ever. Are you a fan of tea as well?”

      already, interactions with steve’s mother were a lot better than any interaction she’d had with her own. maybe she felt her emotions bubbling up inside, but concentrating on spinning her wedding ring around on her finger helped to keep them under control while nodding gently. a parent genuinely caring and not being manipulative? what a time to be alive.

           “...yes, ma’am. thank you.”

[ghoststorytmaaa-blog]

“James Buchanan Barnes, get out of my house this instant,” her voice was raised, cheeks pink and gaze piercing as she stared at him with a protective fury. Steve was behind her, trying to get her to calm down but the boy was as in equally hot water. “Under my roof, my very roof! What do you think would happen if the neighbors heard, or saw...” she was trying to lower her voice, but the searing tone was the same. “If I ever see you put your mouth on my boy again..”

i asked for angst and adi fuckin delivered

he hadn’t meant to do it. keeping his impulsive actions under control wasn’t his strong suit, especially when he’s worked up like this. he’s been shouting at steve after pulling him out of yet another fight. stressed about his best friends health, the fact that he hadn’t slept more then three hours the last two night, it had been the last straw. bucky had lunged forward, grabbing steve a little too hard by the jaw and hauling him in for a kiss that had been mostly teeth. they hadn’t locked the door, curtains were wide open, there had been no warning when sarah had walked in and caught them. she’d yanked steve away from him with lightening speed, leaving bucky standing in the middle of the living room dumbfounded and thoroughly embarrassed 

james recoils like he’d been burned. blue eyes wide and scared, heart beating rapidly, his gaze darts between steve and sarah before dropping, cheeks red with shame, tears already brimming in his expressive eyes. the brunet bites down on the inside of his cheek hard, anything to keep from crying in front of them

he deserves this, hell he’s lucky he’s getting off easy, sarah could easily haul him down, report him as a queer. the worst part, she’d burst in before steve could even respond to the kiss. there was no way of knowing if his feeling were even reciprocated. a wave of nausea hits him, mind spinning, his clever tongue failing him the one time he actually needed it.

he prayed to the old and new gods to let the ground swallow him up.

with shaky hands, bucky grabs his coat off the hook, turning to look at steve, the apartment, sniffing once when the realization that this would probably be the last time he was ever allowed here, allowed to see steve. pink lips part, trying once more to find the words that would fix all of this but none come.

his fathers voice rings in the back of his mind, “ a fuckin’ queer, no son of mine ain’t gonna be a fairy, get out of my house. you’re worthless. “

his fingers curl around the doorknob, still shaky, chest heaving, anxiety rising. with a final look over his shoulders, his voice finally comes to him. “ ‘m sorry. shit, ‘m sorry, please jus’ don’t tell my boss, i need that job, i’ll never come ‘round stevie again, just please don’t rat me out. ‘ m begging you. “ 

[chokethelight]

   “Do ya like it?” Probably not, but Cletus thought he was being nice; good even. Well, maybe not good considering who he was dressed as, and the shield was cheap, but hey! Who was to say Cletus Kasady and Red couldn’t dress to impress! 

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[fallencomrade-a]

“Talk to me”

     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟕  &&  𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃.  the  sun  has  started  to  crest  in  the  sky,  sinking  closer  to  the  horizon’s  warm  embrace.  it  is  the  best  time  of  day,  particularly  for  a  child  -  when  school  has  finally  let  out  and  they  have  just  a  few  precious,  short  hours  to  run  about  FREE  before  the  sun  dips  completely.  most  instantly  run  to  the  playground,  to  claim  the  swings  for  themselves  or  race  to  climb  up  the  monkey  cage,  legs  hooked  over  the  bars  so  they  can  hang  upside  and  feel  the  rush  of  blood  to  the  brain.  –  but  not  bucky  barnes.      sarah  rogers  would  open  her  front  door  to  find  james  barnes  standing  on  her  welcome  mat,  tears  streaming  down  his  young  face,  legs  shaking  and  chest  heaving,  as  if  he  had  just  ran  all  the  way  here  from  ms.  lillians  fifth  grade  class  ( he  had ) .  in  his  trembling  hands,  he  is  holding  a  thermos  of  noodle  soup.    

     he  has  only  know  steve  rogers  for  a  little  longer  than  a  year,  but  to  a  child  it  feels  like  they  have  been  best  friends  FOREVER.  he  knows  stevie  gets  sick  sometimes.  it  is  why  bucky  has  to  make  sure  his  blonde  head  is  always  covered  with  a  hat.  it  also  means  that  steve  cannot  always  run  as  far  and  as  fast  as  all  the  other  kids,  but  that’s  okay !  ‘ cause  steve  is  skinny  enough  that  buck  can  hoist  him  up  onto  his  back  so  they  can  both  catch  up.       he  knows  steve  sometimes  gets  colds  so  bad  that  it  keeps  him  stuck  in  bed    ;;     colds  so  bad  that  it  means  steve  cannot  come  out  to  play  after  school.  sometimes  so  bad,  that  buck  ain’t  even  allowed  to  visit. 

     it  is  one  of  those  bad  weeks  and  bucky  hasn’t  been  able  to  play  with  his  friend  for  what  feels  like  years !  ( it’s  been  three  days. )  he  knows  steve  is  busy  getting  himself  strong  enough  to  play  again,  but  if  he  could  only  do  it  a  little  faster !  james  wants  to  show  him  this  new  baseball  card  he  got.  &&  he  found  enough  pennies  underneath  the  bleachers  that  they  could  go  get  a  handful  of  candies  and  split  em.      –  but  jimmy  crooke  and  georgie  glenner  started  a  rumor  today,  tellin ’  everyone  that  steve  rogers  died  this  morning.   bucky,  you  didn’t  hear ?  you  missed  his  funeral.  it  was  during  lunch !  rogers  is  in  the  ground.  he  is  WORM - FOOD !  didn’t  your  ma  tell  ya !?  mine  sure  did,  did  yours  georgie ?  see !    he  didn’t  believe  ‘ em !  jimmy  is  a  LIAR.     … but  they  kept  laughing  and  talking  about  it.  said  that  steve’s  eyes  would  fall  outta  his  head …  and  that  worms  would  crawl  through  his  ears  and  eat  his  brain …    

     but  mrs.  rogers  is  home  and  she  isn’t  crying.  surely,  if  steve  were …  she  would  be  crying.  he  tries  wiping  at  his  face,  his  nose.  he  rubs  the  tears  out  of  his  eyes,  sniffling  miserably  while  making  these  hiccuping  sounds  he  cannot  seem  to  swallow  down.  he  was  strong  all  day,  not  letting  their  teasing  get  to  him,  but  the  second  he  started  running  to  steve’s  house,  he  started  to  cry.  he  fails  to  hold  back  a  choked  sob,  swallowing  thickly.   

     ❛  jimmy  and  georgie  were  sayin ‘ …   and  i  didn’t  believe  em !   i  didn’t …  but  they  kept  sayin ‘ … ❜   he  sniffs  and  holds  the  thermos  closer  to  his  chest.   ❛  mrs.  rogers,  steve  is  okay,  right ?  can  he –  he  ain’t  worm  food,  right ?  he’s  okay ?  i  brought  him  soup.  it’ll  make  him  better,  trust  me.  he  ain’t  –  he  ain’t —  ❜    &&  if  his  lower  lip  trembles  with  sniveling  fear,  hopefully  they  can  keep  that  between  them.  not  tell  the  other  boys.  

                                                he  just  –  he  cannot  lose  his  best  friend.   

THREE WORD STARTERS ( meme )𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 !ID :  @gctbackup

[madebythejungle]

@gctbackup said: “i’m great! well, not really, but i’m just going to pretend i’m happy so everybody can be okay”

A small frown passed over John’s face as he looked at her, his hand shifting to rest on her hip as his head tilted to the side questioningly. “Tell me what’s wrong,” he said simply, if only because he didn’t want her to pretend around him - and if there was something wrong, he wanted to at least attempt to fix it, in any way he could, but he couldn’t do that if he didn’t know what was wrong. “Let me help you. I want to help you.”