Preserum Stucky
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There were many things that could be said about Bucky Barnes, though none of them would ever reach the ears of the public. Steve swore to himself that he would keep his feelings a secret, even from the very person he had feelings for. He fell hard for Bucky. It was almost too much for him to keep everything to himself, but he'd grown accustomed to admiring from a distance.

His fantasies came to life in his drawings. The detail was incredibly rich down to the last scratch of graphite on the paper. Even the folds in Bucky's shirt were shaded to perfection. In Steve's eyes, everything about Bucky was perfect. Everything had to be perfect. He longed to spill all the things he'd been gathering in his mind to the world, just so they'd see how perfect Bucky really was.

His hair. Oh, just looking at it made Steve want to run his bony little fingers through the soft locks. It was a rich, dark chocolate color, making it seem like it would swallow your fingers whole if you threaded them through. There was never a single hair out of place when Bucky went out, always making Steve wonder how he did it with just that tiny can of hair gel they shared in the cramped bathroom. When he woke up in the morning, however, it was a different story. Pieces of hair stuck out this way and that in random perfection, leaving room for jokes and taunts before Bucky left the bed to take a shower.

His eyes made his face look picturesque. Steve could not possibly dream to capture their beauty on paper. Whenever he looked into Bucky's eyes, he always became lost in their endless depths, captivated by their beauty. They brightened like the clear summer sky when Bucky was cheerful, but when cross, they darkened to the color of crashing waves in a stormy ocean. Steve had witnessed this look of fury several times, though it was never directed towards him.

Although his eyes stole the show more often than not, Bucky's body never ceased to catch Steve's attention, even if it was only for a split second. He was tall and lean, his arms like great tree limbs and his legs powerful roots. His hands were big with thick, square fingers that always seemed to be scraped up in one way or another. His grip was like an iron vice when he grabbed ahold of Steve's bony shoulder. He was nimble like a deer, but somehow terribly clumsy at the same time, which made him a god-awful dancer no matter how hard Steve tried to teach him. His legs would always get all tangled up and he'd nearly step on his partner's toes countless times if he wasn't careful.

Steve had seen Bucky shirtless countless times, but one stands out from the rest. It happened when they were at Coney Island, cooling off in the crystal clear water at the beach on a steamy summer afternoon. Steve wasn't very fond of the water, he was a horrendous swimmer, but that didn't stop him from charging fearlessly into its depths after Bucky. One moment, he was laughing and playfully splashing water on Bucky, the next he was laying face up on the beach with a mouthful of seawater spilling through his parted lips. Bucky was hovering over him worriedly, his dark eyebrows furrowed into a slight frown. Instead of trying to figure out what just happened, Steve found himself fixated on Bucky's toned chest. Maybe it was just the summer haze getting to him, he'd never tell you why he stared for as long as he did.

However, the thing he most often stared at the most more than anything else was Bucky's lips. Those perfect, rosy colored lips that grew thin as a line when Bucky was upset. While Steve would never admit it aloud in fear of being harassed and embarrassed, he often dreamt about kissing Bucky whenever he caught a glimpse of those lips. The fantasies plagued him to no end and it tormented him to know that they would most likely never come true.

Steve firmly believed that he would have to remain Bucky's secret admirer, watching from afar but never becoming as important as he wished to be.

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