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* steve rogers — penned by anthony' i am not doing this...it lies

/ hello many things have changed in almost 4 years  was talking to a friend about how i used to roleplay and figured out how to log back in to this account again as well as a few others. so here i am no longer rlly interested in the mcu much anymore but looking back on this account has been nostalgic. i definitely miss roleplaying for sure. it was an excellent way of writing and creating everyday in a lot of different ways and formats. maybe one day i’ll come back to this with a new character. i’ve recently been into call of duty with its new release and i’ve even made a cod oc that i’m still developing. i’m talking into air no doubt but it’s been nice ((: 

you should change your legal name to stove because you’re just as hot as one.

* //   y’all go hit up my oc acc @alcoholics- he’s pretty great and he’s basically my son . go show him some love or else i’ll cry )): 

❝⠀⠀steve⠀⠀.⠀⠀❞   bucky had spoke his name rather loudly from outside of rogers ' apartment door without any given reason⠀⠀.⠀⠀❝⠀⠀steve⠀⠀—⠀⠀❞  he impatiently called for him again⠀⠀.⠀⠀barnes hadn ' t knocked nor had he checked the door⠀⠀,⠀⠀he was impatient and rather odd in comparison to his regular demeanor⠀⠀.⠀⠀he stared blankly at the door as he waited for it to open⠀⠀.⠀⠀❝⠀⠀⠀⠀...⠀⠀steven⠀⠀?⠀⠀❞

(hi! I saw your book cover by chance while moving along my newsfeed and I had to take a closer look because the design is GORGEOUS. I really freaking love it)

“You damn look a lot like my boy. . God bless his soul.” Sarah said softly, missing her son dearly. She was told he died alongside James Barnes, so that’s what she believed. “The same eyes.” 

camila has just gotten back from a successful mission : infiltrating a hydra base , gaining as much useful information as she could , && taking it down ; needless to say , she was incredibly happy . she was in the kitchen , sipping a cup of coffee && drawing a landscape over a beach when she heard steve walk in , && she gave him a smile . “ hey , steve ! ” she greeted happily .

*   ily "
                  you're my favorite anna ,
                      technically you're my only anna but -

bucky barnes gripped ahold of the handle of his blade⠀⠀,⠀⠀his fingers tightening around the handle as he gazed at the door that blocked him from whatever loomed beyond the door⠀⠀.⠀⠀paranoia was something that got a man killed or saved his life⠀⠀,⠀⠀and now he preferred the latter⠀⠀.⠀⠀the eleven days of torture had threatened him repeatedly with the remains of hydra appearing at his door⠀⠀.⠀⠀barnes couldn ' t go back and he never would⠀⠀—⠀⠀he refused to kill anyone who stepped though the door⠀⠀.⠀⠀but the weapon was to defend himself from hydra⠀⠀.
          
          bucky refused to personally contact and involve steve in the lockdown⠀⠀,⠀⠀he was wild and afraid⠀⠀.⠀⠀he was an animal upon hunting grounds⠀⠀,⠀⠀the muscles in his back ached from being arched over in the same spot for so long as he stared out the door⠀⠀.⠀⠀he had made the best guest to hide from the windows⠀⠀,⠀⠀if hydra was watching him⠀⠀,⠀⠀they would see the closed blinds⠀⠀.⠀⠀so⠀⠀,⠀⠀they were always open⠀⠀.⠀⠀activity was rare in the house⠀⠀,⠀⠀lights never went on or off⠀⠀.⠀⠀anyone who had suspicions regarding bucky ' s whereabouts would assume he was dead⠀⠀.⠀⠀and they ' d kick in the door to find him alive and afraid⠀⠀,⠀⠀or actually dead⠀⠀.
          
          if one thought about it⠀⠀,⠀⠀bucky had isolated himself and driven himself in a spiral of madness that could easily be amended by relief⠀⠀.