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its-tortle · 1 year

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🥶 can you do Stucky for this emoji? I'd love that! Congrats on the milestone!

thank you!! i'm not sure what this is but i started typing and this came out. i hope you like <3

Bucky has never liked the cold.

He didn’t like it in Brooklyn, when the biting wind whistled through the alleys and made the windows rattle. The winters were brutal some years, and then their shitty heater would give out completely until Bucky could see the clouds of his breath while he made bitter coffee in the kitchen. He didn’t like the way his hair was always on end, or the way his feet were never quite warm.

And he certainly didn’t like the way it made Steve’s lungs stutter, and the way it turned his fingers red until they were blue. He didn’t like lying awake worrying, curled around Steve’s lithe frame in an attempt to share just some of his own dwindling warmth, checking every hour to see if Steve was running a fever, if he was still breathing.

The war would come to fix that worry for him, even if it exacerbated every other. Because now Steve was strong, and healthy, and he ran like a furnace even in the freezing French winterscape. While the rest of the Commandos grumbled about the cold nights, Bucky would sneak into Steve’s tent. He would dive his toes, so cold they were numb, into Steve’s warm, glorious thighs just to make him laugh and tuck some of the warmth that sound ignited behind his heart for safe keeping.

Then, Steve curled around him to share warmth, and while Bucky’s skin sang with Steve’s touch and the heat it left behind, Bucky found that in between jokes about how he was owed it for all of his efforts in Brooklyn, he almost missed the winters in their cold room with the thin window panes. At least there, they weren’t brushing this close with death every day. At least there, Steve was all his.

It’s the memories of those cold Brooklyn nights and the warmth of Steve’s arms in France that get Bucky through the first days and weeks of the worst kind of cold. He doesn't know where he is, or soon even when, why, and who he is, but as the cold creeps into his dank cell -- and later his iron coffin -- some part of his mind always reaches out for those memories. He remembers how cold he had thought it was, even when it was nothing compared to this down-to-the-bone iciness, but he also remembers a different feeling, one that was almost warm despite it.

He forgets its name for a while, until he finds blue eyes staring at him from across a bridge, and then he remembers what the source of it was.

Steve, he recalls. His best friend, his other half, the sun he revolves around; His warmth.

And those all remain true -- even when the first is finally amended with a giant romantic asterisk -- and Bucky revels in the way he gets to exist beside Steve again, to remember.

Because Bucky remembers everything. He remembers Steve’s knobby knees, and his mother’s laugh, and the grocer at the corner who gave each of the Barnes kids a free strawberry and a wink. He remembers Brooklyn and France, the rattling windows and frosty forests and the nights he and Steve have spent cold and glad for the excuse to curl around one another. He remembers the cryo too, of course, and the endless frost of being the soldier of winter.

But it’s not so bad, in the end, because Steve never lets him get cold again. He makes him tea every evening, piles fluffy blankets on their bed and their couches. He gives Bucky all of his sweaters, and buys him the thickest, softest yarns to knit with. He curls around Bucky every night, and sometimes just when Bucky is making sweet coffee in their kitchen.

Steve exaggerates it a little bit sometimes maybe, and then Bucky points out that he’s fighting a losing battle, that he can’t fight Jack Frost.

“Watch me,” Steve says.

Bucky rolls his eyes, because that’s stubborn and stupid and ridiculous, and then kisses him anyway, just for his efforts.

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its-tortle · 1 year

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🙄 + evanstan 1k celebration ficlet

for the lovely @cable-knit-sweater <3 i'm sorry this took a hot minute and even sorrier that this is plotless and not my best work, but i hope you like it regardless!

His flight is delayed by three hours.

And really, after all this time, Sebastian is used to the push and shove and the stress of airports, but it doesn’t make it any less annoying when everything goes wrong like this. He really hates having his plans waylaid, and the lukewarm coffee in his hand really isn’t bringing him any comfort as he stares down the gate display before him.

He sighs heavily and takes another unsatisfying sip of his coffee. The baby across the aisle stares at him from above a sweatered shoulder, and Sebastian gives it a small smile that widens when the baby gurgles.

Sebastian is about to stick his tongue out, or maybe cross his eyes, when his phone vibrates in his pocket with a message.

The sender notification makes him smile, and he unlocks it in a second.

From: Chris 💙

I saved some of the tiramisu from catering for you!

Right, the other reason this delay majorly sucks, and definitely the more important one: Chris -- his boyfriend, the love of his life, his better half, and all of the rest of that sappy shit. His wonderful, beautiful Chris whom he hasn’t seen in weeks, and who he will have to wait a few more painful hours to have in his arms again.

If Sebastian could, he would teleport to Atlanta right now, suitcase be damned, just so he could see his face and then kiss it silly and end up eating tiramisu in bed with him. He aches with how much he wants it.

Sebastian begins to type out a thanks, but another message comes through a moment later.

From: Chris 💙

Are you boarded yet?

Sebastian’s smile transforms into something more like a grimace. He pictures Chris’ sad puppy eyes, and it really doesn't make him feel any better.

To: Chris 💙

No :(

To: Chris 💙

My flight is delayed 3 hours. Delta said it was due to unexpected staff illness.

The announcement had made him roll his eyes earlier. Storms or strikes he would understand, but this is just ridiculous. The incoming text echoes the sentiment.

From: Chris 💙

🙄

It makes Sebastian smile. He can just picture the way Chris roll his ocean eyes, lashes fluttering prettily, and already begins planning the best way to be a nuisance and trigger it.

From: Chris 💙

I’m going to hire whoever they need me to hire so that you can get here sooner

To: Chris 💙

You’re ridiculous

To: Chris 💙

I miss you too

Chris sends him a heart back. It’s ridiculous how happy it still makes Sebastian to see it.

Sometimes, he still feels like he did when he first met Chris, like a teenager with a silly, giddy crush on the coolest boy in school. He had spent the better part of three years feeling stupid, with hearts in his eyes and pink in his cheeks, giggling at everything Chris said and soaking up every kind word like he would die without it. He was almost sure that it was hopeless, that someone as blindingly wonderful and warm as Chris would never go for someone like Sebastian. And that Chris was straight, to boot.

And then, by some miracle, he wasn’t, and he would. By an even greater miracle, his crush had turned into a genuine, reciprocated, real love and now Sebastian has been getting little colorful emoji hearts from Chris for years.

He loves them, just as much as he loves the little food emojis Chris sends him sometimes or the stickers he has of Dodger. He loves them alongside Chris’ penchance for the winking and the eye roll emoticon. More than anything, he loves that they’re all from Chris, and that they’re for him.

It’s no replacement for the real thing, though, which is why he’s the first one off the plane when they finally do land in Atlanta. He rushes so much that he ends up a little sweatier than he’d like, but when he’s finally back in Chris’ arms, he can’t find it in himself to care much at all.

He’ll fly to Atlanta again, and then maybe to Australia and Antarctica and the moon, airline delays and all. Whenever he needs, wherever he needs -- Sebastian knows he’ll follow.

#et voila! (?)#do i like it much? no #but saints its been in my drafts for so long and i cant make it any better so HAVE IT #i hope it suffices #these boys have been FEEDING us this last month so i did my best to draw from that energy #evanstan #chris evans #sebastian stan #rpf #tortle writes #tortle celebrates 1k #evanstan ficlet

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