#solaridust: steve.

[saturnmused]

@solaridust ― bucky & steve ― re: starter call.

SENTIMENTALITY HITS unexpectedly, unfamiliar sensation in the sergeant's emotional repertoire, but not entirely unwelcome. if it ever does happen, it happens with steve, when they're together like this. just the two of them, spending time together in the same space but not necessarily interacting ; the calm quiet between them is relaxing, soothing in ways silence refuses to be with anyone else. it's one of the many things that bucky loves about steve, even after all these years, that steve never fails to be a comfort. ❝ hey, steve ? ❞

bucky speaks up after a moment of thought, fingers curling at the page he's on, dog-earring it in anticipation of conversation. ❝ d'you remember that one winter in '32 where you got really sick, 'nd i mean y'got sicker than you ever have been, when i stayed by your bedside for a whole week ? ❞ it's a harrowing memory, from what bucky can remember, but it reminds him of something important, something that feels just out of reach. ❝ we . . . we got a priest t'see you, 'nd everything. hoping you would be okay, figuring y'probably wouldn't be. ❞

[lastavenged]

"Don't worry, take your time." from steve to pepper in our star trek universe?!

❝ One may think you were teasing, Commander. ❞ Her voice a touch teasing itself.

She's not a chess player or any board game for that manner. The Unreliable and her crew were due in two days to be attending several diplomatic conferences along with ceremonies. That? She was actually looking forward to. Pepper got into Starfleet for the politicis and people, not the science or exploration. Why she was sitting across from her first officer at a table after hours when the crew turned over to the gamma shift, was that she had gotten an invitation ahead of their arrival to join an Andorian captain, one of whom Pepper was not familiar with but who had persumed they had attended the Academy roughly around the same years as her and Stark,

Upon the invitation was a few games of chess among others. A people person that Pepper was, a literal game player she was not. Asking Steve came at some embarrassment she needed a brush up on the rules (learn the game) and maintain a conversation without lagging too much in playing the game. She could make a speech to hundreds, play mind games, but put an actual board in front of her? Pepper would like to know what to do before the meeting.

It'd be really embarrassing to sit down for a game and lose in a singular turn; she's got at least make it interesting. Pepper's under no impression she'll win. Ties and ceasefires were just as good. She brushes her hair back, trying to guess the angle at which the man was playing this game. Attempting to recall the moves she had looked up. The issue is that conversation halted as she thought about her next move. ❝ I move this piece, and.... ❞ Pepper moves it and then she realizes. ❝ Oh wait, your knight can take it. ❞ Too late now, she's already moved it.

❝ What were you saying, Rogers? ❞ Trying to get back on track with the other conversation they had been having.

[wrathbit]

OBLIVIOUS, unknowingly indulgent, disbelieving. he’s never been the first pick, never been the man they fall over. it used to bother him when he was young & narrow, bony limbs & whip-sharp tongue. 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. ( how does one forget the feeling of being unwanted ? ) maybe that’s why Peter never realizes what he’s stepping into until the chaos is upon him.

STEVE ROGERS, @solaridust sent — [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner

his hand, caught in a large, gentle grip. as though he’s made of glass. raised then, to the mouth of another. ONE / TWO / THREE / FOUR. he stands in frozen shock, muscles locked. 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, so he just stares, mouth parted. aghast. ruddy cheeks burn to a visible degree. his tongue has tied itself in knots.

it’s just a normal day. sunny. they’re walking to the park, passing smiling faces who have no clue as to the men meandering by, hats pulled low. the colorful burst flowers being sold on the sidewalk blinds him, the feel of lips on his bruised knuckles ends him. he feels as though he’s turned to the very statues found all around the city.

❛❛ GUH, ❜❜ he manages to gasp. he swallows. his fingers are trembling, his other hand pulls the hat on his head low, over the flutter of his lashes. ❛❛ you, uh, um. why’d that — ? ❜❜ happen, he wants to say. ❛❛ normally people don’t kiss me there. they kiss my mouth. not that I’m suggesting you kiss me on the lips, but you could. i mean. is this a chivalry thing ? something old-fashioned & probably platonic. ❜❜

a pause, during which his stuttering finally gets under control. ❛❛ wait, are we on a date right now ? ❜❜

[hexsreality]

Lyric Starter Post ⤷ Always Accepting!

❝ However far away I will always love you ❞

☽◯☾┄─ @solaridust (for Steve) || The Cure-Lovesong ᗢ

[hubrisdescent]

@solaridust said : "Why are you smiling?" Steve to Daredevil

His smile was plastered on from ear to ear, twitching at either side ae he paste back and forth around the office. To a sighted man it might look almost as if the lawyer was in pain, maybe that's why Rogers ask. ❝ Ha ❞ He chuckles dryly, plopping down in his chair.

❝ Because if I don't I'm liable to put my fist through the wall, and we don't have the money to get it patched ❞