marvel/avenger plotting?

Buck|Rogers · Nov 13th 2016

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Однажды в декабре

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Totally understand. c: I have a student teacher in chemistry and his teaching style is so sporadic that I can barely follow.

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Arthur Morgan · Nov 14th 2016

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; line-height: 14px; width: 455px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8pt; color:#000000; text-transform: lowercase;] Steven turned his head to look over his shoulder, his big, blue eyes locked on Bucky as he went on about being paired with Zola. A light grunt escaped past his lips as bucky went off about the short male, the thought of Bucky with that ugly black eye made a bitter taste form in his mouth [b]Yeah I remember that idiot. he said with a rolling of his eyes. The sight of Bucky with a big, black eye caused Steven to get a little protective and pissed off, knowing that [i]zola purposely hurt his love just made Steven made. He closed his eyes and let out a soft breath, but soon opened them again to look at Bucky. As he stood in the bathroom, his hands still underneath the flowing water coming from the faucet, steve turned it off. Turning his head again to grab a towel he exited the bathroom, holding the blue towel in his hands as he dried them off. He leaned against the door frame of the room to watch Bucky pull his hair back up in a messy bun, which made him smile.

After he finished drying off his hands he took the towel and placed it in his back pocket, knowing he would have to use it once again. Steve then pushed off against the frame of the door to walk up to Bucky, wrapping his big arms around his waist and holding him close I'm sorry that you have to be partners with Zola, but i would take him over Rumlow though. steve said with a shrug of his massive shoulders, bending down to place his own head on top of Bucky's. but, either way, i wouldn't wanna be partners with either of them. he said quietly, letting out a soft sigh again. Though it was in the past, he could never really shake off the constant feeling of pain and hurtfulness steve had when he was younger. Having someone glued to your shoulder for three years constantly belittling you and making you feel like nothing can affect you in the long run. It was hard through the first two years of high school, steve was a bit on the smaller side, but after a summer steve got huge. Anyway, Rumlov loved to bully steve and humiliate him, it was like a game to him. Steve isn't one to hold a grudge for ever long but he simply couldn't forgive Brock, not with how horrible he was to him and Bucky. The thought of what Brock did to Bucky made him bubble like a volcano, but he hasn't seen much of Brock. After his home caught fire and everything, he hasn't heard much from him.

For a while steve grew up with terrible self esteem issues, always self criticizing himself and belittling himself because he felt like he was nothing. It was hard for him to really love himself after high school because of the horrible bullying Brock and his group of idiots did to him, he tried to love his art work but that was even more difficult. Though as the years went by, Steve got his self confidence back, which has helped him out better on the long run as well. He still has self esteem issues and some depression, but it's ten times better then it was before.

As he held Bucky in his arms, he lifted his head from off Bucky's and placed a soft kiss on his cheek let's not think or talk about that stuff right now. steve said quietly, letting go of his waist to grab his hand why don't we do something fun instead? he said with a smile, his tone light and sweet. He intertwined their fingers together and pulled bucky closer to him, leaning his head down to place a soft kiss on his nose.

[ooc]
yeah my chem teacher is very.. interesting. she has all of these requirements and stuff and i can barely understand and i have a terrible grade right now and it's just ugh

Buck|Rogers · Nov 25th 2016

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Bucky hummed, tipping his head and looking up at Steve with half-lidded eyes. Even now, it was still strange looking up at the blond; the dancer had spent his entire life (literally, not at all metaphorically) looking down at those pretty blue eyes. Now he had to look up.

"Yeah?" He murmured, a lopsided smile taking over his face as he clasped Steve's hand in his own and spun in his hold to face him. "How about I make some..." He trailed off and glanced to the side at the old alarm clock on the bedside table. "...early dinner while you finish what you need to? Then we can cuddle and eat?" The brunet hooked the thumb of his free hand into his boyfriend's back pocket as he talked, the rest of his hand in a curled, relaxed position. The thumb of the hand the blond was holding rubbed gently against the skin of Steve's hand in slow, forward, backwards, forward, backwards motion; it was graceful, as minor of a movement as it was, just like how the rest of Bucky moved.

Bucky leaned in, giving Steve a chaste little kiss before pulling away and walking to the kitchen. Once there, he turned some music on low and danced around on the hardwood floor as he got out all the ingredients to make pancakes. "Mek it Bunx" came through the speaker of his phone, and the dancer completely let loose, bending at the waist and arching his back before popping his hip a few times to the beat. His arms, left then right, went out in front of him, bending at the wrist before going up above his head in the same order and repeating the wrist-bending process. His movements carried him around the kitchen, allowing Bucky to grab the flour, baking powder, salt, vanilla, and sugar in one go, then the milk, egg and melted butter in the second. When he was at work, dancing was all about perfect posture and perfect movements. When he danced outside of work it was a joyful, easy-going experience full of relaxed movements and loose posture. Ballet at work, hip-hop at home.

Bucky set aside Steve's thick stack of pancakes once they were all done before starting on his own. As much as he loved to eat, he had to improve his lines now that he had such a big job to do. In high school he had resorted to practically starving himself; eating a little something during lunch to keep Steve off his back and then eating around the carbs on his plate at dinner. Now he just payed more attention to what and how much he ate. On his plate he covered his single pancake in fruit salad and skipped the syrup, using a drizzle of low-fat yogurt instead before grabbing a knife and fork, turning off the music, and sitting down.

Bucky waited to start eating so that Steve could see how much food was on his plate. The blond had never directly confronted the brunet, but he always suspected that Steve knew.

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Bucky was dancing like the girl in the first pairing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBGFXLZAKXc

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