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The Thrill of A Chase

He knows what he’s doing right now would plaster a huge “asshole” label on his back. That this isn’t worth risking his reputation over. Not to mention his relationship.

But he just can’t help himself.

He loves Steve, he really does, with all his heart and soul. There’s no one else he would rather date and spend the rest of his life with. It’s just–

He’s bored. The constant state of his relationship is something to be thankful for, but it provides him no challenge and routine always bore him.

And maybe he’s afraid, afraid that this dull customary habit would change him into someone he doesn’t recognise, that it’ll lull him and he lost all of his edges. Lost the roughness and sharp instinct that made him James Buchanan Barnes.

So yeah, maybe he did fell back into old habit of cozying up to other people and picking up potential partners here and there. And maybe it was all just a fun and games, a way to keep him astute and quick on his feet.

Until a certain blond haired sniper crossed his path, and he became a little too invested for this to just be a pastime.

And the irony of how similar his newfound prey is to Steve and to himself is not lost on him, but still it didn’t deterred him.

Because he is a hunter by nature and he could never resist the thrill of a good chase, even if he knows all hell might break loose because of it.

He loves Steve, he thinks, even as he pulls the other blond closer to himself as they dance together, and he would always come back home to him.

He just love this feelings more.




À la mort,

Prompt: Justin Bieber’s The Feeling (feat. Halsey).
“Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?”



An emotionally invested enthusiast of pop culture. Apathetic by design. Aesthetically offensive and eloquently candid. A sentimental heathen.

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