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nomad steve….. *jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair* Ahem, you look very lovely.

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I wake up at the first crink of morning and my hearts already sinned.

Desc: How pure, how sweet a love, Aretha, that you would pray for him? ‘Cause god knows I fall in love just a little ol little bit every day.

Just a sweet little fic of my boys being sleepy.

Tags: Stucky, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Domestic Bliss, Boyfriends, Love, Idiots in Love, No Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, No Smut, No Plot/Plotless

The morning sun filtered in through the sheer curtains that adorned the windows. They were opened just a crack, enough to allow a slight breeze to pass through and gently sway the curtains.

The same morning sun gently illuminated onto Bucky’s face, making his peaceful expression that much more graceful as he slumbered. And what a sight it was. The tortured and traumatized soldier, finally at peace, resting atop the chest of his loving boyfriend, who’s strong hands were carding through his soft brown locks.

Steve couldn’t help the dopey smile that graced his face, seeing Bucky at ease always did that to him. He wanted nothing more than to have Bucky always be content and happy. He would do everything he could to keep this moment.

While he was conscious, Steve really wasn’t awake yet, per say. His brain still coming back online. All he could think about was Bucky and his gorgeous self. He clung onto Steve’s body even in sleep, never letting him go.

As if Steve would let him.

Steve gently let his head fall back onto the pillow, resting his hand on the nape of Bucky’s neck. A few more minutes of sleep couldn’t hurt, right? Definitely not on a peaceful morning such as this.

The morning sun filtered in through the sheer curtains that adorned the windows. They were opened just a crack, enough to allow a slight breeze to pass through and gently sway the curtains.

And in this beautiful morning, two lovers, damaged in their own senses, found peace. If only for just a moment.