—Summary:It’s his parents’ wedding day, and Peter thinks about many things from start to finish. What teachings they’ve passed him so far in life, what’s the point in all these ceremonies and special brandings society insists on—a bunch of things that dictate life and how happy everyone is. Ultimately, he thinks about how happy true love looks. How effortless, even in the struggles. Partnership. It’s all he wants for his own life, someday.
Getting tattooed was a lot like getting absolutely high. You either had one and got a taste for the thing, coming back to it whenever possible, or you had the experience and thought ‘yeah, that’s not for me, thank you very much’. For Peter, it was more of the first. His first tattoo was not the first of that year alone – the only perk of working when you still live with parents, he thinks – and was far from the last if the drawings on his notebook were any indicator.
The second tattoo he got, two months after the first one, meant the most to him so far (out of his six).
The Balance that laid on the inside of his arm was supposed to represent the duality of life and, most importantly, the two most important lessons he ever got in life from each of his parents.
It was all he could think about during their wedding day.
This is the best thing everrrrrr! Thank you so much for gifting us this beautiful piece of art! I love the wedding from Peter’s point of view. And the vows. The. Vows. I’m just a puddle of emotions. I can’t even string words together. I’m sorry this probably doesn’t even make any sense but I just had to say I love it and thank you!
Ayyyyyyy, I was nervous about those vows, I’m happy you liked it babes!
—Summary: Unpredictable, unfair and unreasonable—so far in, that’s all Bucky’s known life to be. With the exception of his son, nothing has ever inspired consistency or proven to be worthwhile enough for him to fight daily to keep. Going back to University while being a single parent has more than one rough edge. He feels lost, out of place, with a constant itch under his skin.
Then, you arrive like a Comet, daring him to change all his skeptic perceptions.
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—Warning(s): This work is intended for 18+ audiences. Minors, DNI. Explicit depictions of sex. I do not allow for my work to be copied, translated, or reuploaded on any other platform.
There was no point in denying Bucky loved the flair.
Champagne towers, floor-length silky dresses and men dressed to impress for a change, every corridor lit with the best light possible and, to make matters perfect, enough booze to have even the stiffest co-worker laughing and sharing giggles.
Being at this job for only a few months, Bucky still feels out of place though. Which is why he sticks to sipping his drink in a corner until someone comes to him and engages in conversation. Usually the first thing out of their mouths is something related to Steve—while he’s new at the Museum, Steve’s not and if the people who knew Bucky before he arrived are any indicator, he spoke quite a lot about him.
It’s at the party he discovers there’s a second favorite question he enjoys hearing, other than ‘Ah, so you’re the Barnes lad that Rogers keeps talking about?’ and that is:
