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I'm very normal about spider hyphen man

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one thing i don’t think sam wilson is given enough credit for is his first interaction with steve. sam was employed by the department of veteran affairs, specifically to help people with ptsd and to run support groups. he recognizes someone suffering from the condition when he sees them, even if that someone is captain america. 

he eases his way into conversation with steve, keeping it light, and then says “must have freaked you out coming home from the whole desfrosting thing”

& then steve sighs, looks away, makes the below face, and says “takes some getting used to” & immediately tries to extract himself from the conversation. this isn’t something that steve talks about. he says it was nice to meet sam, and begins to walk away. 

the thing is, no one has pushed on steve. they ask him how he’s doing, he gives them some vague, bullshit response, and they let it go. but not sam. he knows that if he lets steve walk away, if he doesn’t extend a branch right now, he’ll never see him again & there may never be another person who will be capable or willing to provide him the help//support he so desperately needs. 

so sam says, “its your bed, right? your bed. it’s too soft.” its a small, personal, but largely universal detail that stops steve in his tracks. he’s caught off guard and vulnerable. 

& when sam asks steve if he misses the “good old days”, he’s actively studying steve, taking in his body language and what he says 

when steve is about to leave, sam extends one more branch, and he says “anytime you want to stop by the va, and make me look awesome in front of the girl at the front desk, just let me know” , which is an important distinction from “come down to the va for a support group meeting” 

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Just saw the nomad Steve application post... You mentioned how Bucky's a little chunkier with his healing, maybe could we get a chunky Bucky appreciation post? 🥰

I know Steve would fall head over heels for his lil bit'a tummy or his thighs or his anything!

related to this

Also, though, you may enjoy the previous writings:

Omega Bucky's Thick Thighs Make Steve Feral

@/maddiewritesstucky Inspired Thick Cheerleader!Bucky & Quarterback!Steve

Private Wet T-Shirt Contest W/ Thick Bucky

Hell yeah! You certainly may!

With grass tickling Steve around his waist and his gloved, stretched-out hands as he pushes through and with grass underfoot of his thick, heavy boot soles, dry and crackling, Steve wanders forward. The sun beats down on Steve's dirty blonde long-enough-to-curl-around-his-ear and wavy-enough-to-brush-his-thickly-bearded-jaw hair. He's only just been dropped from the quinjet but the sun really does beat. It is merciless, pounding over his light mane of hair. All across his body, too, he can feel his pores prickles and simmer, starting to exude beads of sweat. A rush of them rolls lazily down the slope of his back as he keeps walking with a rustle and swish. He really feels the stalks of grass drag across his exposed skin, getting caught on his hairy and sweaty forearms. Speaking of caught, his sweat is pooling, caught around his grown-out, unshaven body hair.

Despite the heat, that hair all stands on end. He swears, nonsensically, that he begins to shiver in the African heat because—

Bucky.

Why else?

It's always Bucky.

Suddenly, vastly laid out before him is Bucky.

Bucky. Bucky. Bucky.

He is the only thing on Steve's mind. He must be. Here he is, wrapped in nothing but the cool, lapping, transparent waves of the lake not a ten-minute walk from the village that's thanklessly welcomed and homed Bucky. Yet, despite the short distance, somehow the lake is worlds away. So, beautifully isolated. Just enough for an un-self-conscious bath taken in the gentle afternoon for no reason other than the pleasure of feeling clean.

Bucky.

Bucky is submerged in the body of the lake. The lake's body, full and healthy; Bucky's body, twinning nature itself.

Down his back, his hair flows thick and soaked like ribbons of kelp fresh from the ocean. Throwing his head back to comb his fingers through his recently washed and rinsed hair, Steve is struck breathless at the sight of his eyelashes—dark and spiked, wet, like a sea urchin. More, his body molded of pale beach sands, swells and mounds, dunes—a landscape of grandeur. Bucky calls to him more effectively than any siren ever could. No myth or sun-baked, hot fantasy compares to him.

Him.

Bucky.

In the flesh.

Steve is staring.

He knows he is, gaping at his lover, while his hands float in the air, useless and unclear of what their purpose is. Just hanging by his sides. Waiting but not wanting to wait. He wants action yet he's so caught in the stillness that fills him, complete and utter tranquility—seeing him.

The water ripples, glimmers, and sings, sloshing as Bucky moves, hypnotically sliding through the motions of washing his body. He is perfectly careless as he moves through his life. Living, breathing, recovering. Un-self-conscious without the knowledge of eyes on him.

Eyes are on him, though.

Steve can see it. Him. But also it.

This calmness that emanates from him like ripples out of the mirrored, still surface of a puddle interrupted by a single pebble thrown in by curious, playful hands. Bucky is more than a puddle—he's a vast ocean.

Calm, peaceful, and gorgeous.

Stretching out before him.

An ocean.

Steve can feel and visibly see the calmness, settled into his skin. His shoulders' handsome slope has widened with a bit of padding, the sharpness of his collarbones is ever so slightly muted, the cut between his shoulder and bicep, muscle bulging, hidden by a gentle widening of his arm, strong but robust. Farther, the sloping mounds of his pecs, previously solid muscle, has cushioned. Steve's mouth dries, eyes caught in that breathless transition of tanned skin between the heavy undercurve of his pecs and the board of his ribcage.

God.

Has Steve breathed since his feet stilled, standing on the precipice of oblivion, taking in the sight of his forever?

Unknowingly watched, Bucky steps back, the water easily letting him slip through it's velvet depths, and he reveals to Steve's tired eyes the rejuvenating curve of his belly. The starved-flat, too-sharply defined contour of his Depression-era and war-front abdomen—the deteriorated, wasted flatness, featurelessness of his captured abdomen—and the thick definition of just his eleven-line abdomen from Romania are gone. Each of them: gone. What's replaced those versions of his body is a much more real, irresistible bulge of soft, furred belly that Steve wants to bury his face in.

Oh my—

He feels an inexplicable urge—a tugging, stubborn kick—to fall to his knees and weep, needing to be cradled against the shape of Bucky's softer tummy, kissing the skin, nosing against his body hair, and being kept there. No, living there. He needs to settle down there, on his knees, face to his belly, at Bucky's feet like a loyal knight at the king's beckon and call. He aches to have Bucky's hand combing through his hair, cradling the back of his skull.

Holding all of him in one palm—that's all he needs.

Steve's hands, his own sweating palms, quiver by his sides; they, and he, are unsure of everything save for how much he needs to touch him.

Touch him.

Abruptly, as if pulled—urged—by an invisible, indestructible chain, Steve lurches forward. Unsteadied by the strength of his heart-pounding love, Steve trips over his own steel-toed combat boots and dried grass and, maybe, a little bit of the loose earth around the eroded, lapping edges of the lake. Narrowly, he doesn't go tumbling headfirst into the water. Still, he crashes like a Labrador Retriever following the scent of a duck, a graceless and untrained animal purely instinctual, following its bred-in eagerness and must-please nature.

Retrieve.

Wading out into the clear water, Steve kicks up a cacophony, sloshing through the cool, dark liquid, entirely uncaring about how it rushes into his boots and soaks through his torn, beaten uniform. Ripped open and used beyond repair, his Kevlar is surely exposed in ways it's never been before, probably allowing things that shouldn't to get wet, never to be dried again.

Steve will retrieve. He will go to him; he will come back to him—like an animal, like the tide itself. Again and again.

Steve does not care.

The uniform can rot. It can mold. Steve will enter battle naked if he has to. He doesn't care. He couldn't possibly care.

He needs to touch Bucky—to kiss and hold him.

To love him.

Bucky, unsurprisingly, hears him before he's even half a step into the lake, whirling around with an expression on his face that Steve doesn't have half a chance to read before it's replaced by delighted confusion—smitten over his favorite big, stubborn brute.

“STEVE!” He yells, laughing brilliantly.

The thick sand at the bottom of the lake threatens to trip him all over again, and he gets a mouthful of water from his swinging, thrashing arms, or from half-falling. He doesn't know. It doesn't matter. He doesn't answer his shout.

“Steve!” Bucky rushes towards him, naked, laughing, gorgeous, catching him and saving him from himself before he drowns, “what are you doing,” he demands joyously, “you fucking crazy person? What are you doing?”

Steve has no reply. No answer. He just—

He grabs him.

And he kisses him desperately.

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He just said 5 of the worst jokes you'll ever hear all back to back

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the gist of this idea me and @khyeili have been screwing around with is that tony is having a bad time. everyone thinks he's transphobic now just because he's deeply annoyed by captain america

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Superman (2025) dir. James Gunn

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Forgive the cheesy dialogue…

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stanley tucci got steve rogers top surgery send tweet

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by @dollishlysoft

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coming out 7.31.2026

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by @mono0_oo

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by @magmanma

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Its so funny seeing steve haters talk about him because they’ll make him the villain in absolutely any situation like why are you complaining that he didn’t want people to violate human rights?

LIKE GROW UPPPPP 😭😭😭

Ugh, tell me about it.

Steve helped take down a corrupt organisation, you really expected him to just let another corrupt organisation control him?

I've also seen Steve being hated for: saying something a little mean to Tony when under the influence of the mind stone, fighting the child Tony brought to their fight, stopping Tony from killing an innocent man, not immediately having Vision killed, using Tony's resources and then 'betraying' him. I've even seen people talking about Steve 'trying to force Bucky to be someone he's not anymore'.

There's a reason why people say the block button is your best friend.

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I loved watching superman (2025) where he gets bullied by every specie under the sun for 2 hours and 9 minutes

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eepy college students

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🩸Bloody Dean Every Episode🩸 ↳ 9x01 || I Think I'm Gonna Like It Here Part 1