Well this isn't awkward
18 Mar 2018
That’s it. That’s Steve’s word. You’re supposed to meet upwards of eighty thousand people in the course of a lifetime, and that’s all Steve gets.
There’s nothing else. No time, no date, just the first thing said to him by his soulmate seared in neat black letters across the middle of his wrist.
You know how many people say ‘hi’ as a way of introducing themselves to someone they’ve never met?
A lot. A lot of a lot.
It's a problem.
- Part 1 of Well this isn't awkward
20 Mar 2018
“I was three when I asked my mom how you fuck someone with a pineapple cactus,” Bucky says mildly. “They’ve been terrified of who I was going to be bonded with ever since I was born.”
Steve’s gaze flicks to the mark on Bucky’s wrist. “I’m never living it down, am I?”
Bucky laughs. Kisses him, and laughs. “Probably not. Though I don’t think a Brooklyn firefighter was ever a consideration when they were making lists of people who might threaten to shove spiked plantlife into various orifices.”
“They had lists?” Steve whimpers. Oh god, his future in-laws hate him already and have done for thirty years and that’s officially a record because who manages to do that?!
- Part 2 of Well this isn't awkward