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wannabespiderman · 4 months

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Man vs machine

Hello! This is my first fanfic written in English so I'm slightly nervous to post this but I couldn't get this idea out of my head so... I hope you enjoy :)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Just an old man confused about modern technology.

You were walking past the living room door when a discontented grunt caught your attention. You took two steps back to crane your neck past the half-closed door. Bucky was sitting on the sofa, leaning over the living room table, which looked like a toddler’s table compared to him, his face illuminated by the bright screen of his new laptop that you’ve bought him not too long ago. His eyebrows were tightly knit together when he mumbled a quiet curse. You turned around, a curious expression on your face as you walked through the door.

"You okay, baby?" you asked and promptly sat down next to him. Bucky gave you an inscrutable look before turning his eyes back to the screen. “Where the hell do I find my emails?” he asked in frustration. A sudden laugh escaped you. You should have realized that a 106 year old man who had little to do with electronics would have some trouble with a laptop. Bucky gave you a displeased look with a slight, unconcious pout appearing on his face. “Click on the internet icon.” You spoke softly, willing to help. Bucky’s brow furrowed. “I don’t need the internet, I need my emails.” You stayed silent for a moment, slightly baffled by his words. Just last week you took the effort to set up a Google account with him and you were pretty sure he had paid attention then. “Bucky.” You said an amused huff escaping you. “Your e-mail is connected to the Internet. Just click on the icon.” Bucky clicked his tongue in annoyance to cover his slight embarrassment and went back to staring at the desktop. He was definitely taking his time, and at one point you doubted he knew what an icon was. “Need any help?” you asked as kindly as you could, though the sight of Bucky squinting his eyes like a real old man made your voice sound rather amused. With an exhausted sigh, Bucky leaned back against the seat back and rubbed his face, his shoulders visibly slumping. “You do it.”

You snort, but immediately apologize after he gives you an exceptionally grumpy look. “You can do it.” You said encouragingly, giving him a small smile. Bucky rolled his eyes, but relented and bent over the laptop again. You shuffled closer to it so you could see the screen properly, and the little orange and blue Firefox icon literally jumped out at you. You pointed your finger at it and looked at it again. “Just click on this one.”

You tried to be patient with him, really, and actually he did exactly what you said, but you couldn’t hold back the little sigh that left your mouth as he moved the cursor over the Firefox icon and clicked. Once. “Okay.” You mumbled, rubbing your eye. Apparently, you needed to be more specific. "This time you click twice." Another brief but piercing look from Bucky before he actually double-clicked and the browser opened. You sent a quick thank you to the heavens before instructing him to type the url into the search tab and cringed silently when he started typing with both of his pointer fingers. Right this second you decided to teach him how to properly type with all ten of his fingers later. A few more instructions later, probably a little more than usually necessary, he reached the Google log-in site.

“I assume you can handle the rest?” It was supposed to be a statement but your voice shifted into a question at the end.

He hummed quietly in affirmation, though his brow was still furrowed as if this whole thing was incredibly complicated which, to be honest… it probably was for him. You pressed your lips together, a slight sting of guilt coursing through you, your previous amusement and frustration about his hardship completely vanishing. One second you were quietly sat next to him and the other you had your arms wrapped around his bicep and your head leaning on his shoulder. “I’m sorry about laughing earlier.” You whispered, almost too quiet for him to understand if he weren’t a Super-Soldier and had enhanced hearing. “I know it’s new for you.” Bucky tried to shrug it off but you saw how his eyes softened when he tilted his head to look down at you. A sudden, quiet chuckle escaped him, making you quirk an eyebrow in curiosity.

“You’d think, as a Cyborg, I’d be better at this.”

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tay-swifts · 8 months

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chriswevans ➜ oliviaisarodrigo

Hi guys, just letting you know I changed my url (I'm gonna get back to the old one eventually), but there will be no big change of content at all!

˗ˏˋ I'm still tracking #userreh 🖤

tagging some mutuals: @tessas-thompson @margoterobbies @mabels-mora @nessa007 @harrison-ford @barbie-movie @userswift @oliviairodrigo @venka @djo @madeline-kahn @rachelsennot @gettingscrazy @tay-swifts @kitconnor @avasillva @bakerolivia @levy-tran @userguts @cardigan @usertaylorswift @mcbride @daenerystargaryen @gay-bucky-barnes @bladesrunner @annacoleman @henry-alex @rileykeouhg @thesoldiersminute

#url change #olivia rodrigo

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buckyr00s · 2 years

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Call Sign: FANBOY

pairing: Mickey “Fanboy” Garcia x Reader

summary: There are reasons why Mickey Garcia got the call sign he did. But maybe the most important one...is you.

warnings/tags: short and sweet fluff, possible canonical inaccuracies (?), a lil meta

author’s note: I really thought my first writing post would be about Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker, or Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw considering my URL but there is a severe lack of Fanboy content on this website. Also, I’m not sure if some of the stuff I wrote is canonically correct but it is what it is lol A special thank you to @bradshawsbaby for all your support and help. Thank you, thank you! Hope you all enjoy :)

READ PART TWO HERE

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There’s no denying that Mickey Garcia is a damn good WSO. Despite being one of the youngest in his Top Gun cohorts, he is one of the best the US Navy’s ever seen. Being one the best, however, does not make him immune to the teasing that comes with Naval camaraderie. That’s very evident in his call sign: FANBOY.

When anyone asks him about the origins of his call sign, he’ll recite an answer he’s handcrafted ever since the name was assigned to him. First, he’ll blame his age. As one of the youngest, Mickey automatically got the ‘little brother’ designation and the treatment that goes along with that.

He’ll bring up his first time around at Top Gun and the frequent pranks that his buddies would pull on him. He’ll talk about the one time his friends broke into his locker to orchestrate a surprise--fake--spider prank, criticizing their lack of originality. To be fair, his combination was his birthday, so it wasn’t the best security measure on his part. He’ll usually leave that detail out, but when he does let it slip, he’ll immediately make it clear that he’s learned his lesson.

He’ll recount how in opening his locker, his friends were greeted by a gallery of photos of his family, his friends, his love, and...still photos of Top Gun (1986). “Listen, that movie changed lives,” he’ll justify. “And it’s not like I’m the only one who wanted to join the Navy after watching it”. He’s right, but still. FANBOY strike 1.

Then, he’ll talk about how they also stumbled on his CD collection. Yes, he is the type of person who in a time when digital streaming has made CDs virtually obsolete, continually purchases, collects, and frequently uses CDs. “They’re cool to have and something I can pass down,” he shrugs. On top of that, though, the man kept the CDs in his locker. “For convenience,” he’ll stress. “Everyone loves a good playlist.” FANBOY strike 2.

He’ll mention how his friends explain what they did next. He was told that when people discover a collection, naturally, there’s a desire to go through it. And that’s what his buddies did. Led Zeppelin. Jimi Hendrix. Stevie Wonder. Selena. Bob Dylan. The Jackson 5. Nirvana. Bad Bunny. Jay-Z. BTS. Backstreet Boys. Carrie Underwood. N*SYNC. JLO. He especially got teased for the last few. FANBOY strike 3.

But most of all, he got teased for a certain CD. It was a blank CD, the cover flipped to its blank side. Written in Sharpie, the cover read, “To Star, from your biggest fan”. Surrounding the writing were the attempts of heart and star doodles, though they looked more like guitar picks and sparks. He tried his best. But it was clear what it was: a mixtape.

He’ll describe how his friends must have scrambled, forgetting about the prank they planned to execute. He’ll think about how they must have decided that the more appealing option was to dive deeper into their discovery. They probably slammed his locker shut, sprinting to the lounge to pop the CD into the CD player. Mickey imagines his friends huddled around the speaker, leaning closely and intently as they anticipated what they would hear.

The first few seconds were silent.

Then a rustling.

A deep breath in.

And out.

“Hi baby. I miss you so much. I know the distance has been as tough on you as it has been for me. But I want to thank you for always being there. For supporting me. And as we continue to follow our dreams separately, just know that I think of you constantly. That you and our future together are always on my mind. That I’m so proud of you for doing your thing and admire you so much for it. I’m your biggest fan, forever and always. Sky’s the limit with you and me, Star. I love you.”

And with that, Berlin’s Take My Breath Away starts to play. FANBOY strike... it probably isn’t quantifiable at this point.

My God, did that really take his friends’ breaths away. Mickey was told that they didn’t know whether to cringe, laugh, or sympathize. So...they stayed frozen.

A few bars into the song, he walked into the lounge, drawn by the familiar tune. He found them all gathered around the CD player, eyes wide and jaws dropped. Processing.

“What’s going on?” he gently asked, apprehension and suspicion radiating off of him.

Collectively, his friends’ eyes trail from their stare at the CD player to his confused face. Mickey will describe how he saw it happen in slow motion. He’ll paint the exact moment he figured out what his friends discovered and how they’d next respond. He says he had a millisecond to prepare himself.

Then, the room erupted. His friends jumped up, whooping, hollering, whistling, cackling, making smooching noises. They called him whipped. Love struck. But what can he say? He’s a fanboy.

author’s note: Andddd that’s it. That’s my first writing post. Hope you like it! I have ideas for what would happen when Fanboy introduces Star!Reader to his Navy friends. I would love any comments and feedback, as well as any requests you might have!

Also a special thank you, again, to @bradshawsbaby for the idea of Fanboy making a mixtape for his love and his friends finding it. Such a cute, funny, and fitting idea. Thank you, thank you!

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#mickey fanboy garcia #fanboy #mickey garcia #fanboy garcia #danny ramirez #mickey fanboy garcia x reader #fanboy x reader #mickey garcia x reader #fanboy garcia x reader #top gun maverick #top gun x reader #tgm #tg:m

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multimusehq · 7 days

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Introductions

Hello, my name is Diane. I am a 32 year old female who uses the pronouns she/her. I've been on this hellsite we call Tumblr for over 10 years now. I've had many urls (and many different mun names) and now I've consolidated all of my muses (past and future) on discord. Here is what I am looking for.

The Basics

- I currently only write on Discord. - I will only write with muns over the age of 21, preferably 25+. - All writing will be on a private server between myself and my partner. I have a server set up with areas for OOC chat, plotting, muse info (yours and mine), inspiration, para threads, text threads, and random oneshots (just in case). - I prefer to write m/f but have written m/m in the past. - I have canon and original characters. - I love to world build. Modern. All Human. Fantasy. - I am also heavily smut motivated when it is incorporated into the plot. - I am also very angst motivated. If it hurts our muses, chances are I want to write it. - I've never really given much thought to FCs I want to use since I just make my characters for myself but I'll have a list soon. - Same with wanted opposites. I'll have a list soon. I'm really open to any FC that is a real person over the age of 21.

Old Accounts

artemisxargent - Allison Argent hydrasperfectweapon - Bucky Barnes noyoumove - Steve Rogers theagecfheroes - Clark Kent defenedarcher - Clint Barton bloodiedballerina - Natalia Romanova illegitimatestark - Jakz Stark (OC Daughter of Tony Stark) drunkhistorybuff - Alaric Saltsman stuckbeingavillain - Enzo St. Claire (TVD) thatdickyvampire - Damon Salvatore

Current Characters

HIGHLY ACTIVE

allison argent︰teen wolf︰FC︰crystal reed bucky barnes︰marvel︰FC︰sebastian stan

EXTREMELY SELECTIVE

frank castle︰marvel︰FC︰jon bernthal steve rogers︰marvel︰FC︰chris evans jaime mcneal︰OC︰FC︰jessica parker kennedy michael keller︰OC︰FC︰clive standen beau sutton︰OC︰FC︰ian bohen

REQUEST ONLY

peter hale︰teen wolf︰FC︰ian bohen lydia martin︰teen wolf︰FC︰holland roden derek hale︰teen wolf︰FC︰tyler hoechlin chris argent︰teen wolf︰FC︰jr bourne clark kent︰dc comics︰FC︰tyler hoechlin chloe sullivan︰smallville︰FC︰chelsea kane

Note: I am willing to create OCs as well, given the chance to world build and get inspiration for them. And that I have a FC we both want!

#discord 1x1 #discord rp #teen wolf rp

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strangerquinns · 2 years

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The Library

Ever's Masterlist: Links to all stories categorized by actor or show.

*some links may be broken due to URL change, fixing in progress*

STRANGER THINGS (Steve,Eddie, Robin + more)

concepts/blurbs

DYLAN O'BRIEN

concepts/blurbs \\ page two

imagines + miniseries

FEZCO (Euphoria)

concepts/imagines

EVAN PETERS

concepts/imagines

DOLAN TWINS

ethan dolan concepts/blurbs

grayson dolan concepts/blurbs

dolan twins imagines/oneshots

grayson dolan chaptered stories

MARVEL

bucky barnes/sebastian stan masterlist

tom hiddleston + characters masterlist

andrew garfield + tasm peter parker masterlist

matt murdock + daredevil masterlist

LIST OF THOSE I WRITE FOR: UPDATED 10-13-22

STORY RECOMMENDS

#evers library

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s4ep1-lazarusrising · 12 days

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one of my old urls used to be sunset-bucky bc i was obsessed with bucky barnes/winter soldier/seb stan. i stopped watching mcu movies/shows after a while. and then a few years later, i came across my stepdad watching the falcon/winter soldier show and i ended up glued to the screen for a bit and i realized that i still have a really strong emotional connection to bucky. ilovehimilovehimilovehim.

#i swear i’m so normal about bucky. *vibrates uncontrollably* i swear #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #winter soldier #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu bucky barnes

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sebastians-stan · 9 months

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C-EVANS → SEBASTIANS-STAN

okay so it's a random monday and after taking a teeny-tiny little break from giffing and posting i decided to change my url 🥳

i'm still tracking #usersvenja

tagging some mutuals below 💛

@buckys, @stansebastian, @daniel-bruehl, @villainelle, @charlie-hunnam, @ianmckellen, @peterbparkers, @stars-bean, @tennant, @gay-bucky-barnes, @rian-johnsons, @henry-cavill, @buckysbarnes

#url change #signal boosts are appreciated :)

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rillils · 1 year

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RILS, my love, how have you been? its been so long since i left an ask, honestly.. what do you think our boys are doing rn for valentines??

anyways, HAPPY VALENTINES!! I LOVE YOU <333 💛💛💛 😘😘😘

HONEYYYYYYYYY MY DARLING MY PRECIOUS, ILYSM!!! 😍💖😍💖😍 I cannot tell you how HAPPY I was when I logged in today to find one of your asks!! First things first, happy Valentine’s Day to you too, darling! 💕💕💕 I hope yours has been lovely :3 Second, I just wanna say you’re the sweetest cinnamon roll that ever cinnamon rolled, and whenever I see your url/icon around, my little heart just goes “!!!!! FRIEND!!!!! I LOVE YOU FRIEND!!! 💕💕💕”, so there’s that :3

Lastly, and I think I should warn you here – I’ve been thinking long and hard about what Steve and Bucky must have been doing today, and because I’m the most indecisive scrunklekadoodle out there and I can never make up my mind about anything, I thought I might offer you not one, but a few little scenarios :3 They’re just a few of the infinite possibilities, but they also happen to be a few of my faves, and I hope at least one of them is to your liking, honey!! 😘😘😘😘😘

ALRIGHT NOW TIME TO PUT MY CHEESY GOGGLES ON, LET’S GO

one.

I think there’s at least one timeline out there, where they get to do something like this before the war, and like–

end of the night, they’re coming home – just the two of them, just on the right side of tipsy, you know, warmth in their chests and a sweet buzz under their skin, and while Steve’s fishing for their keys in his pocket, Bucky meets his eyes for a moment and damn but he’s been a fool to go looking for stars up in the sky when they’ve been shining so bright right here in front of him.

So key turns in the hole, door swings open for them, and maybe tonight even their apartment is feeling good – maybe their old radio chooses to crackle back to life for a change, and they pull their curtains closed, they only leave the one lamp on, pick their little corner away from the window just in case.

And they’re supposed to be dancing, see, just a little box step like Becca taught them for laughs the last time the Barnes’ had Steve over for the holidays, but then. But then their eyes meet. And their noses, so softly – and their lips, and that’s so much softer somehow – and Bucky’s hand’s travelling up Steve’s spine, and Steve’s sliding his fingers in Bucky’s hair, and they were meant to be dancing, but they just end up making out for twenty-seven minutes straight instead.

two.

alright, there’s definitely a universe out there, in the always blessed post-CATWS timeline where CACW never happened, and just-- please consider:

Steve’s been planning tonight for so long, ‘cause he wants it to be special, wants Bucky to have a Valentine’s Day just like the stuff you see in the movies; and since he can afford it these days, he has precisely 1107 red roses (one for each day they have been together in the new century) delivered to their apartment, with a hand-scribbled note that reads, Hope to send you a million more.

He’s made a reservation at Bucky’s favorite place, and when Bucky steps out of their bedroom that night, with a fresh shave and his hair carefully pulled back, in tight-fitting black pants and that deep burgundy button down that hugs his shoulders just right and brings out the natural red of his lips, Steve nearly falls to his knees in religious worship.

He fits both hands around Bucky’s slim waist, heart drumming out a crazy beat in his chest, just where Bucky’s hands choose to rest awhile.

“You look like a million dollars, honey.”

Bucky smiles that one secret smile of his, the one that so rarely appears outside the safe walls of their home. His metal hand slides up to stroke at the nape of Steve’s neck, slipping tender fingers under the collar of Steve’s shirt to brush, kiss-soft, against his bare skin – and his touch is thrill and gooseflesh spreading down Steve’s spine.

His voice rumbles deep and warm, just a whisper away from Steve’s lips. “You clean up nicely too, doll.”

And I mean, maybe they make it out the door, or maybe they don’t.

three.

But like have you considered the possibility of Valentine’s in Wakanda, because I mean–

catch these boys living it up in their blissful little bubble like they’re on their own special kind of honeymoon, okay, making total goo goo eyes at each other all the time, and there has to be, there HAS to be a little moment somewhere in there, okay, like

it’s February 14th and- and I don’t think they’ve even checked the calendar in like a week, because who needs to know what day it is when they’ve been savoring their time together like this? Content to explore life on their little farm, going from one meal to work, to the next meal, to more work, and so on and so forth, and measuring their day in how many kisses they managed to sneak in between?

Come sunset, they find each other in the kitchen, and Bucky pulls Steve in by his beltloops and captures his lips all sweet-like, like a greeting and like a promise all at once, and Steve tells himself it’s well worth sweating all day long and chasing after stray goats and getting his work clothes all nice and ripe, if at the end of it all he gets to be kissed hello like this.

Bucky chuckles against his mouth, and Steve tastes the sweat off his whiskers, and the faint sweetness of the dried apricots he knows Bucky keeps on him these days.

“You smell like goat,” Bucky pulls away just enough to say to him, his whole face scrunched up with laughter, his eyes screwed shut, all happy crinkles and them mile-long eyelashes and if god has any mercy at all he won’t let Steve’s heart stop dead in his chest the way it feels like it’s going to do, nope, ‘cause Steve’s got so much more of this to bask in yet, so much more of it, so much more.

“You smell like goat shit,” he tells Bucky, and there’s a story somewhere in here left in the trail of clothes they strew across the floor, and a plot twist for sure where they knock over a lamp and a book and almost trip over Steve’s old boots, but the epilogue sees Steve hoisting Bucky up in his arms and stumbling into the shower with him, same way he keeps doing a little too often lately, and nowhere near often enough.

What they start in the shower, of course, they can finish in the bedroom; and if Bucky moves slow and languorous on top of him, and teaches their hips the old rock ‘n’ roll once more, just to make sure they both remember it still, well Steve has always loved to learn.

four.

Now I was thinking– how about a little bit of a romantic getaway? Maybe a long weekend out of town, perhaps in the mountains, to make the best of what’s left of winter. They spend the whole day going for walks around the local village, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa, playing in the snow just like they used to when they were kids, building a sadly short-lived snow dick together, sledding, until they’re tired all the way down to their bones.

That’s when they go back to their private chalet, proceed to slip out of their damp clothes and climb together in a nice hot bubblebath, where Steve sits himself between Bucky’s legs and lays back against Bucky’s chest, and they alternate between trading slow, lazy kisses and feeding each other the fancy chocolates they brought back with them, until the water’s gone lukewarm.

and I could honestly keep going, but it's getting late and I need to get up early tomorrow, so for now, happy valentine's day to both you and our favourite boys!!

#stucky just stucky #GOD BLESS YOUR PRECIOUS HEART HONEY #SERIOUSLY <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 #i'm sorry these are all pretty rushed but today's been busy and gasjfhdkfjh #thank you so much for always being so sweet honey #you're simply wonderful <3 #stucky #rillers scribbles

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eurydicees · 6 months

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tagged by @selkiecoded !! ty for the tag <3333

10 characters for 10 fandoms:

ohshc: TAMAKI TAMAKI TAMAKI. he's my special little guy. he's everything to me. i haven't posted about him in a minute but he's on my mind still. he's so special to me.

haikyuu: god. um. i have a short list of characters i could put here that is not actually a short list. but i know i have to go with oikawa. he's everything. he's so complex and also has nothing but volleyball in his head. he was intended to be a pretty boy character but he has an ambition that will tear down everything in his way. he's so biracial bisexual bipolar coded. to me.

uh. do i even like anything else. oh! pjo!!!! percyyyyyy. my beloved main character. truly one of the YA/children's lit narrators of all time.

fruits basket: kyo sohma!!! he's everything . he's so teenager with emotional regulation issues and so much trauma with a side of monstrosity complex and mommy issues. and it's perfect.

dude i'm truly running out of interests i am the most boring person alive i care about, like, three things ever. um. mcu? bucky barnes is sooooo <3333333

blue lock!! BACHIRA. he's my guy. i could wax poetics about him for years. can't believe i forgot him smh. #fake fan

trigun: vash the stampede my dear dear dear love. he's so "i ruin the things i love but god do i choose to love anyways." and it means everything to me.

atla: sokka !!! what a character.

i am truly scraping the bottom of the barrel with fandoms. i love this one but i never talk about it because im too caught up in the tamaki suoh and tooru oikawa of it all. anyways. madoka magica: homura. my roommate once told me i'm just like her for real and that make me a little insane ngl. the problem is that it's so true. i, too, would change the narrative to doom the world but simultaneously doom my love in a fruitless, desperate attempt to save her from said narrative.

oh im so stupid. where did your url come from tumblr user eurydicees. where did your fucking online NAME come from eury. anyways. hadestown: eurydice. fuckin obviously. god. im clearly so tired. love her tho.

also if u have ever tagged me in something and i didn't reply i am so sorry it's not you it's fully my lack of attention span, i probably saw and got distracted by smth else before i could reply/do the tag game. sorry. some crimes can never be forgiven but please keep tagging me in stuff anyways

#tag games

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volturialice · 10 months

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people on here will turn the stupidest lines into a url. I'll ask someone why they're called "second-doorway-on-the-left" and they'll be like it's what tony stark's secretary #2 says when bucky barnes asks her where the bathroom is. idiot

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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Just Another Name (2)

a/n: hi!! i am so sorry for how long this took me to post, tbh i was a little hesitant to even write it bc the first part got so popular and i don’t want the second part to flop lol. anyways, here’s what happened next! word count: 1.4k taglist: @coolbeans32 @mierloi @thesteellolo @yoursuckerbaby @theamchannel @marvelouslovely-barnes @dreamerglassesgirl (if i did not tag you and you requested to be tagged, plz message me so i can add you! also if i tagged you and either you no longer want to be tagged or your url didn’t work plz message me as well!! <3 warning(s): angsty at the beginning; i rushed at the end im sorry; ik we aren’t really supposed to add personal things to Y/N but in this fic, Y/N’s favorite flowers are dahlias bc they’re my favorite flower; time skip…hehe ik I’m evil; also, this isn’t as good as the first part

It had been a month since you opened the journal. Since you read those dreaded pages. A month filled with looking over your shoulder, tear-stained pillows, and staring at your phone, watching as the screen lit up with each call, each message, each voice mail.

Sometimes you allowed yourself to listen to the messages, allowed your heart to swell at the sound of your boyfr- ex’s voice. Allowed your heart to shatter once you came back to reality. Today was one of those days. You sighed, poking at your microwave dinner as you maneuvered through the tiny apartment you were renting under a fake name. Being in love with an Avenger ex-con had it perks. You picked up your phone as you collapsed on the saggy couch, tapping it against your thigh as you tried to talk yourself out of listening to the voice mail. You couldn’t. Biting your lip, you unlocked your phone and opened the message. It started out silent, with slight sounds of someone trying not to cry in the background. Then, his voice spoke, sending unwanted warmth through your bones. His words made you pause, fork halfway to your mouth.

“….I started sleeping on the floor again. It’s so hard to sleep without you next to me bab- Y/N. Oh, god I miss you so much. Please call me back, I’m sorry, you mean so much to me. Nothing about us was ever a lie, you were the only- you are the only true thing in my life. Please answer me doll, I can’t-” He choked on a sob, sending cracks through your heart, ”I can’t do anything without knowing where you are, if you’re okay, if you’re even getting these. Please baby, I’m sorr-”

Quickly, you ended the message, hesitating as your finger hovered over the delete icon. Your hands began to shake as sobs built up. With a loud cry, you threw your phone at the wall, watching as it bounced onto the carpet, unharmed. You pulled your knees up to your chest, tossing your sorry excuse for a dinner to the floor, rocking back and forth as tears fell down your cheeks, staining your sweatshirt with pain. In the month you had been away, you had come to understand Bucky’s point of view but insecurity chipped away at your consciousness.

You knew Bucky loved you, you knew you weren’t something he used to get rid of guilt but you also knew he only approached you because your brothers name was on his list. Your relationship was born of Bucky’s guilt but it only survived because you two were in love.

But what if you went back to Bucky and he realized you weren’t special? That he made a mistake. That you were just another name.

Your head, heavy from crying and overthinking, lolled to the side, resting on your elbow as you were dragged into a dark and dreamless sleep.

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Bucky stood outside your door, a bouquet of dahlias in his hand. He hesitated when he went to knock, nerves sparking panic across his mind.

What if you had moved on? Found someone who wouldn’t break your heart and lie to you?

His heart broke at the thought but he calmed his mind, gently setting the array of flowers in front of your door, a letter with his handwriting scribbled across it delicately balancing on the petals. He took a deep breath, bringing his hand up to quickly rap his knuckles on the peeling paint of your door. After a few seconds, Bucky walked away, almost down the hall when he heard your door unlock. He practically jumped out of his skin as he hurried to the end of the hall, where he hid behind the corner.

“What the…?” Your voice, soft from sleep, resonated through the air, like a warm hug coming to a stiff and cold end. He heard the flowers being picked up, he could’ve sworn he heard your laugh. But when your door closed, Bucky sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.

His plan was going to work, he told himself.

It had too.

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You brushed your fingers lightly across the petals, the dark hue feeling like fine cloth. You tried your best to ignore the note, his handwriting practically calling out to you. Emotions bubbled up in you, causing you to be confused, ecstatic, and fearful all at once. Not less than two hours ago you were crying over a voicemail and now you were giggling over a bouquet. Slowly, you grabbed the note, reading it, each word sending butterflies ablaze in your stomach.

Hi Doll, I was thinking (I know, shocker)

You laughed, nights of teasing Bucky after a dumb decision flashing through your mind.

Maybe we could start over? I’ll be at that little cafe/bookstore across the road from 7–9.

I can’t live without you, Y/N, but I understand if I already broke my chance

You bit your lip, holding the card close to your chest as you twirled around.

A redo.

That could work. A relationship founded on candlelight memories and laughter instead of guilt. You checked the time, your heart beating rapidly as the clock said 5:45. You had enough time to make yourself look presentable.

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After an hour of rushing around the apartment, trying outfits on left and right, yelling when one you had perfectly crafted in your mind didn’t work out, you finally were ready. You looked in the mirror, brushing your hands down your dress, admiring how you looked. When you checked the clock and saw it said 6:45, you realized you could leave now and be at the cafe in fifteen minutes. But as your hand hit the handle, about to open your door, a thought struck you. Showing up right at 7 would make you look desperate, which you were, but Bucky didn’t have to know that. So, in an attempt to still show up on time while waiting for a bit, you sat back on your couch.

Thirty minutes passed and you had determined that there were at least over forty bricks in your wall. The clock strikes 7:15 and you bolted off your couch, practically bursting your door down in your excitement. You dashed through the apartment building, your heart racing. Mostly because you were running but also because of the excitement coursing through your veins. You slowed down once you saw the cafe, the giant windows revealing Bucky, who was anxiously rearranging the placement at the table, shaking his leg, and looking at the clock. You felt love spring from your heart, practically floating until you reached the cafe door. After taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open. Bucky stood up, his whole face lighting up when he saw you. You made your way to the table, watching as his happy expression morphed into an apologetic one. But before he could start apologizing for past sins and shattering the golden atmosphere they had created, you spoke first.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

Bucky smiled, gesturing towards the chair. You took a seat, butterflies practically going wild in your stomach. Bucky sat across from you, the golden rays of last sunlight casting a glow over him. For a few minutes, there was silence.

“So…”

You both spoke at the same time, causing an eruption of giggles from the two of you. Bucky nodded, giving you the air to speak.

“A redo, huh? No hidden meanings in our relationship this time?”

Bucky swallowed, his eyes apologizing while he smiled, hoping you would agree. Just because you showed up for him didn’t mean you would leave his again.

“A redo.”

You nodded, pursing your lips together as you looked down at your lap. Bucky felt his chest go tight and his breath quicken. But when you looked up, all he could see was the love shining brightly.

You held out a hand.

“Well then. Hi, I’m Y/N.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief as a giant smile painted his face. He clasped your hand gently, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin.

“I’m Bucky, nice to meet you Y/N. Now tell me, what’s a beautiful place like this doing with a girl like you?”

Silence.

“Wait no-”

The rest of the night was filed with laughter, tears, but most importantly, hope.

Bucky made a promise to himself that night, as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching your chest rise and fall in peaceful slumber.

You would never feel insignificant again by his actions and as he fiddled with the little box in his hands, he was certain he would make sure that never again would you think of being just another name.

a/n: ahhh ok there it is. i rewrote this like twenty times but i hope you guys still enjoyed it! If you are interested in little drabbles set in this “universe” feel free to request them! I’m sorry if this is a let down for some of you but tbh i don’t think i ever truly planned on writing a pt2 until people started asking for it! I love you guys, stay safe and drink lots of water <3

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