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    "Steven Grant Rogers," a voice said from somewhere near Steve's front door. "Professional inker. Maybe you'd like to explain why you're leaving us messages about our good friend Bucky?"

    The redhead currently pinning Steve to the couch said, "Really?"

    "Alright, her good friend Bucky. My tolerated friend Bucky."

    "My phone's on the table," Steve ground out. "Grab it, have a look at the last picture."

    The guy grabbed it, and his obvious double-take would have been funny if Steve wasn't being crushed into his couch. He held it out and the redhead peered at it. "It could be fake."

    "That's right," Steve said, digging down for all the sarcasm that existed in his skinny body. "I scribbled all over my own thighs and took a photo so I could lure a pair of hostile weirdos to my apartment. That's how I enjoy spending my time."

    "You know what this means, right?" the guy said, sounding deeply bemused. "Bucky has a soulmate."

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    Little PWPs about Steve and Bucky’s sex life and the serums effect on it.

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    15 Sep 2026

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    1930s, comics era- but Bucky is 20 instead of 16. 90% porn.

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  5. Rec 22

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    “Happy Birthday Stevie.” He smiled at him, feeling braver than he had before, Steve’s knowing gaze flicked over to him, a smile forming on his lips.

    “Thanks Buck” And in that moment he was Icarus, flying too close to the sun, drunk on a good thing and listing towards oblivion. But he catches himself before he does something irredeemable and stupid, like blurt out those god forsaken words that are branded onto the inside of his skull, I love you, you prickly bastard, his traitorous mind whispers, I love you so much it makes me sick, it makes me burn up and sweat and it makes my palms clammy and my breathing shallow.

     

    or; the one where they love eachother and the fire escape is mentioned far too often

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