#𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 : 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙺𝙸

[whtwclf]

@mieczlw ❤︎︎

“You were so lovely, you blended in with the flowers. I did not notice you at first, until you moved and the entire garden came alive.”

— wwhatliesinfireflies

[whtwclf]

𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 ’ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 and for a moment he was lost inside of it . The familiar scent of paints and a soft kind of soap kept sweeping across the old soldier ’ s senses . Something so quintessentially Stiles - he held him tight , but not overly so , a caution to himself to always monitor how strong he was when stacked against others .

Starvation of touch is an insidious sort of thing , how it beds down in the subconscious of our skin and it ' s often nary a thought until there ' s a whole human , warm and purposeful , resting against one ' s chest , entwined with linked arms . Not minding how Stiles ' arms gently tightened around him , they didn ' t herald some buried remnant of the Winter Soldier , the gesture simply just felt as it should - as though it was always meant to be . When he pulled back from Bucky , a rush of cool air replaced the warmth the other man left resting against his chest . The impulse to pull him back bubbled to the surface , followed with indecent haste by the impulse to suffocate that desire , but in a moment of uncharacteristic optimism , Bucky chased that aforementioned impulse .

Most of the words Stiles spoke fell on entirely deaf ears , susurruses in the background din of his heart ' s loud and resounding thumping in his ears; a house beat to accompany this terrifying leap into the unknown . Bucky grabs Stiles ' wrist , not abruptly or with force , but with purposed intention and sincerity drawn across his face pulling him back toward himself , the cool metal of his left arm wrapped down his lower back and the warm skin of his right came wrapping around Stiles ' shoulder and Bucky ' s hand came to rest at the back of his head . A twist in his gut was the highest signal to the wrestle between his own fear of the consequences of what he ' d just done , but also the thrill of having done it at all . The still latent high he was in that Stiles was alive at all , that he hadn ' t been gunned down in the fire and bullets of the Maggia and Yakuza blood feud .

Without thinking , and just falling into the impulses of his emotions , Bucky ' s face found itself buried into the soft skin in the crook of Stiles ' neck . He held him tighter still; but careful to not hold him too tight lest he slowly squeeze the air from him .

“ 𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛 ’ 𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ？ “ the words were gently spoken , albeit muffled and dimmed , as they were directly spoken into Stiles ' “skin , as Bucky had not been ready to move from the place where his face had buried itself .

𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 : 𝚝 𝚑 𝚒 𝚜

@mieczlw

“ in  light   of   what  you  did   for   me ,   you  can   hug  me  for   four   to   five   seconds. ” 

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐌 for a moment, a shuffle of his muscles moved down his body like an awkward wave told it can’t sit with anyone at lunch . Clearing his throat he forced his eyes to look up and rest heavy with Stiles’ , remaining entirely uncertain of how to say he’d have saved his life regardless of what the resulting end looked like , but never having mastered a verbal articulation of feelings he felt , especially the very large and complicated ones that bloomed in his rib age for Stiles , the soldier turned his hands palms out and said in a voice , low and gravelly ,

“ 𝐼 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ ． ”