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@brooklynspunk 
            
            Intro plz 

@brooklynspunk (( GIMME GIMME GIMME FLUFF RN

[ @brooklynspunk ]
            // I don't have a specific idea but please ?

　／　i am so unoriginal but like maybe something whatever ur in the mood for here and @makeamends ??? if i do have to spec then. like. idk

/ GIVE HARPER ALL THE FLIRTS RIGHT NOW 

　／　bucky's is @/sergeanttbarnes B)

// i meant he’s that on tumblr smh

// oh ignore the tag i’m just dumb

　／　gib :0

// everyone associated with the avengers will be getting the same starter of your muse finding him as a kid on the battlefield after a mission bc i already have it written and i’m lazy

/ if I’m not too late? 

[ @brooklynspunk ]
            
            // please ? 

　／　HI GIMME PLEEK

　／　ahh okok !! thank you for letting me know <33 and ofc i would care i would never want to trigger someone or anything on any occasion so yeah !!
            
            “  i hate it ,  steve .  i hate it so much .  ”  he sobbed out ,  his form was slumped as he finally stopped fighting to take the arm off of his body .  he already felt the serum's effects taking place as his shoulder and parts of his chest felt tingly ,  and a small burning sensation accompanied it .  as steve let his hands go ,  he was about to grasp onto him again but got cut off by the blonde hugging him .  he melted in the warmth and the tightness of the hug from his best friend .  he held onto steve's shirt tightly ,  not wanting him to leave anymore .  he would feel bad about staining the fabric later ,  but now he just needed to hear the words his friend would say to him .  the person he trusted the most in the entire world .  and he nodded at what steve said ,  “  you'll be here too ?  you won't leave ?  i'm sorry -  i - ...  i didn't mean what i said before .  but  please ?  ” he almost begged ,  not wanting to go through this process alone anymore . 

@makeamends // NO NO YOURE TOTALLY FINE!!!!! i rlly don’t get triggered by very much except sa/csa and ab*se in general but tysm for caring <3 that’s alright though, everyone forgets stuff!!
            
            Steve held his tight grip on Bucky’s wrists, a soft sob tearing from him as his best friend’s blood dripped between his fingers. The sticky red liquid, all over Bucky and now on Steve’s hands, made him want to throw up. Bucky didn’t deserve this. It was all Steve could do not to break down when Bucky asked him to take the arm off. “I can’t, Buck, you know that… we can’t do anything until the princess can find a way to get it off without hurting you.” Still, the tears slipped from his eyes, and the moment he felt safe enough to, he let go of Bucky’s hands and threw his arms around him, resting his head against his good shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re okay. It’s okay,” he whispered before pulling back, looking up at his best friend with red-rimmed eyes overflowing with tears. “I’m sure, Buck. I swear it. It’ll be okay— I’ll /make/ it okay, for you. No one deserves it like you do.”

　／　ALSO I AM SO SORRY IF THIS TRIGGERS U IN ANYWAY BC OF THE MENTIONING OF THE SELF H@RM N STUFF I SHOULDVE ADDED A WARNING 
            
            he didn't mean any of the words he said in this moment ,  none of them held any meaning .  words just to say in the moment because he wanted some say for once .  instead of being silenced with a muzzle and being thrown around .  steve's words went in his ear and out the other ,  his mind overwhelmed by thoughts of what he did with the arm and who gave it to him .  to turn him into a weapon .  soon the grounding feeling of steve's grip against his wrists brought him to look at his blonde friend ,  long - ish hair curtaining his face .  “  steve ,  please take it off .  ”  he said as the tears finally fell from his eyes .  bucky tried his best to look at his best friend ,  the person he had spent his early life with .  and he noticed the tears amongst his own .  and it only made him feel worse .  he hurt his best friend ,  that wasn't apart of the plan .  “  i'm sorry ,  i didn't mean to i -  i  ...  ”  he stuttered around , his left hand limp in steve's .  whilst the blood covered one turned in his grasp to hold onto the others wrist .  “  are you sure it'll be okay ?  ”  he asked cautiously . 

/ you better gimme my fluffy babies rn