Thinking back on it now, it was probably his hands. There was really something about his hands that made me fall in love with him.
So warm.
So protective.
The way they felt on the small of your back, absent-mindlessly tracing patterns across your skin in the afternoon sun.
The way he would spread his hand across your thigh as he drove.
The way he would run his long fingers through his hair when he was lost in thought.
The way he would wring them together when he was nervous.
The way he held his warm palm to your cheek when he told you he was sorry.
The way his thumb quickly wiped away tears the night he left.
The way his strong hands slipped from in between your fingers like sand.
And now the only memory you can hold onto are his hands, because the rest of him never belong to you anyway.
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Sebastian Stan/Bucky Barnes Drabbles
Fanfiction"He was the walking enigma i never saw coming" This is honestly just somewhere to put my random poems and drabbles into one place. A lot of this stems from things i've written with sebastian or one of his characters in mind. Please be gentle im very...
