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imagine: post-ws bucky being touched-starved but in a nonsexual way, desperate for physical affection, but not sure how to initiate or ask for it. imagine the low, involuntary noise that he makes the first time steve runs his fingers through his hair. imagine the way all the air rushes out of him at once when steve pulls him into a tight hug, the way he shakes and pushes his face into the crook of steve’s neck. then, imagine him learning how to ask for it, teaching himself how to put his head on steve’s shoulder without being prompted, holding steve’s hand under the kitchen table, knocking elbows and knees in the bathroom while they’re brushing their teeth. imagine the look on steve’s face the first time bucky slings an arm casually around his waist, pulling him closer without thinking about it