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astaralys · 8 months

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it is I, simplesnowflake!

I rebranded to astaralys now that I'm shifting into original projects but I'm very much still the same snow sisters supporter. I've just levelled up with an interest in game dev and picked up pixel art as well, so you'll be seeing less frozen content and more me content

you can find me on these places: twitter (listen I am not calling it X): https://twitter.com/astaralys bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/astaralys.bsky.social ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/astaralys I'm part of a studio! have you read our webcomic oneshot, Midnight Hour?: https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/midnight-hour/list?title_no=872088

But what's happening with TNU, you ask? I admit I have much less time for fic now but still very much enjoy TNU and hope to see it to completion. It's something that sporadically crosses my mind, and when I reread what I've written, I fall in love with the story all over again. So I pick at it during my commute and lunch breaks. We'll get there slowly!

in the meantime, please enjoy this wip chapter 23 scene join me in my struggle to remember what happened in ch 22, it's been 84 years

As always, thank you so much for following my journey and reading my stories. I really want to finish writing TNU for us, and hope you wouldn't mind sticking around for my foray into original stories beyond that. I've been writing fanfic for over a decade (oof my back ached typing that) and knowing every word I've written has been read and enjoyed by at least one person has made me the writer I am today. Thank you for finding my words!

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There was nothing quite like the slipperiness of blood. A slickness that smeared and clung to everything and anything, as if it already knew there was no way to return to the veins from which it had gushed. Its new purpose was to stain and horrify. If it could, with its sheer, crimson volume, petrify those that had evicted it from its rightful body, then its existence had purpose. A river, it would become.

“Your Highness! Are you hurt?” Ronny. A familiar face. An anchor.

“I… y-yes. I mean, no. The… the blood’s not mine.” Kristoff made to get up and slipped. Instead of hitting the marble floor, though, his knee crunched into unmoving flesh. It was a small blessing he hadn’t speared himself on one of the dozen crossbow bolts protruding from the man’s torso like a pincushion.

Herman dragged him upwards and back, none too gently. “We’ll guard the prince! Make sure these bastards are really dead.”

“Wait—” Bile overtook words. Kristoff dropped to all fours and retched.

Scattered words swirled around him as his guards waded through the bodies. “—that big talk about their military. These idiots fought like lumps of wood!”

“Any news from the general? Did we manage to intercept their fleet?”

“Still can’t see a thing out there; the fjord’s completely covered in mist after the wall fell. How did they break Princess Elsa’s magic—”

“Forget that! The queen and princess are missing—we need a search party—”

“With what men? We’re already stretched thin as ice—”

Ice. If he’d kept his head down and continued hacking at the frozen tundra and going home to his family of trolls, he wouldn’t be here, crouched in a lake of dark red. Staring at a canopy of death spattered across the hallway like the reaper itself had danced with a conductor’s wand. How easily could he have been one of those bodies splayed out across the same floor Anna always slid down in her socks, laughing and crashing into his arms? Where was Anna? What if she was lying in a ditch somewhere, just like—

“Oi! Got a live one here!”

“You telling me this runt was the commander of this freak show? What, did you use your own soldiers as meat shields? You cowardly little—”

Kristoff looked up to see his men crowded around a huddled figure. If these southerners hadn’t brought swords and bloodlust to Arendelle… if they hadn’t spilled mortality in these sunny halls…

Don’t be pathetic, Bjorgman.

“Let me talk to him,” Kristoff rasped.

“Sir, this scum tried to kill you—”

“Trust me, I’ve noticed.”

The soldiers quietened. A few stepped away from their quarry, blinking like they had snapped out of a trance. Kristoff knew them all by name, but when they had come to his rescue in a flurry of unforgiving steel, he momentarily couldn’t recognise them. But he recognised himself in their sudden cruelty. They weren’t baying for blood— they were afraid for themselves, their families, their homes. They needed a leader, and Mattias was out the fjord.

Come on, Lord Regent, he could hear Anna teasing. You’re in charge when I’m gone, remember?

But you’re not gone, Kristoff thought. You’re safe with Elsa somewhere, and you’ll come back to me.

He rose to his feet. He’d kept his balance on cliffsides and frozen lakes; he could stomach standing on solid ground, nauseatingly slippery as it was. He stopped before the only survivor of the Isles’ ambush party.

“Let’s hear what the crown prince of the Southern Isles has to say. That’s you, right? Jesper Westergaard?”

Spindly shoulders jerked. Bitter memories of another sneering, auburn-haired prince made Kristoff’s fists and jaw tighten.

“Your father sent you into our tunnels to secure the castle, didn’t he? Bet he didn’t expect us to be waiting for you. He’s probably sitting on the fjord in his big ship, waiting for you to open the gates for him.”

The prince’s sword tinkered on the floor. Herman pushed Kristoff behind him, but Jesper made no move to attack. He only kept his head bowed and rocked slightly on his heels, clenching and unclenching his hand on his sword. Staring down at him, Kristoff realised their adversary was more boy than man.

What would Anna do?

Giving Herman the standby signal, Kristoff knelt down in front of Jesper. “Calm down. Work with us, and no one else needs to get hurt.”

Jesper’s glazed stare remained unerringly fixed on his shoes. Kristoff saw pale lips moving, though. He cautiously leaned in.

“Hurry up hurry up hurry up…”

Kristoff waved a hand in front of the prince’s face. “Hey. Can you hear me?”

“… up hurry up hurry—” The frenetic whispering halted abruptly as Jesper’s head snapped up. Dilated pupils locked on Kristoff’s, swimming in fear and adrenaline and… triumph?

A shiver slithered up Kristoff’s spine.

Freshly spilled blood could melt snow. Yet it only struck him now, as his soldiers let out shocked cries and whipped out their swords for the second time, that the blood he had been kneeling in was icy enough to chill him to the bone.

Jesper finally met Kristoff’s eyes. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, a wicked smile spreading on his face. “Be a good sport and remember to scream, yeah?”

#life update #can i finish this fic before F3 comes out #frozen fanfic #frozen #kristoff #the next unknown #TNU #writing

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baroquebucky · 3 years

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artist!reader gets a new grumpy neighbor, so you decide to color his world

word count: 5.3k >.<

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a/n: hi bffs ! hope u r all well <3 thank u lovely anon for this request !! <33 let me know what u all think :] pls forgive my lack of knowledge in art don’t attack me i tried </3 sorry for any typos !!

Your apartment was on the fourth floor in the corner, you had no neighbor to the right of you and a beautiful view of the skyline to your left. There was ms. Mary, the nice old lady across from you, who you helped bring up groceries every week and had dinner with at least once a week. It was nice not having a neighbor, you could blast your music at ungodly hours while you painted and you wouldn't feel guilty or get evicted.

So you were filled with mixed emotions when you saw a stack of boxes outside the door of the vacant apartment. You eyed the boxes as you crossed the hall catching a glimpse of the messy writing on one box ‘gifts from sam.’

You knocked on the door across from yours, a small canvas in your hands as you waited patiently, smiling slightly.

“y/n, hello dear how are you?” Ms. Mary smiled at you, her house smelt of delicious food and you could tell she had been cooking.

“I'm fine, just wanted to drop off this painting I made you!” you grinned at her, holding out the small canvas with your hands and handing it to her. She smiled brightly as she took in all the colors.

“oh this is beautiful! let me get my purse-” she made a move to grab the purse hanging by the door but you stopped her.

“oh no its free! I know how much you miss back home and you always talk about the landscape and so you know I figured this could be a piece of home” you smiled sweetly and she set the painting down, pulling you in for a hug.

“you are the sweetest thing, let me at least get you some dinner, I'm making your favorite tonight” she winked and you couldn't stop the bashful smile on your lips.

“oh I guess” you giggled, “if you insist” you teased and she smiled, letting you into her apartment and closing the door behind you.

“I wonder who's gonna move in next to you” she asked and you nodded along. “someone as nice as you I hope” you grinned and she scoffed. “there's no one as nice as me honey” she joked and you laughed with her, heading over to her couch and sitting down gently. “maybe it'll be a guy, you can finally get out and date” she teased and you blushed.

“ms. Mary!” you gasped and she gave you a toothy grin, giggling as she finished cooking. “I- I date” you huffed, “sometimes.”

“guess we'll have to wait and see huh” she asked and you nodded, getting up and taking the two plateful of foods from her and setting them on the table, getting drinks for the two of you and pulling the chair out for her.

While you helped her with the dishes after dinner you heard a couple of unfamiliar voices in the hall, you looked at each other before you went to the door, looking out the peep hole.

“I think its my new neighbor” you whispered and she shoved you to the side, looking for herself.

“you should go say hi!” ms. Mary grinned, already moving to push you out, “tell me how it goes” she smiled and you laughed.

“goodnight ms. Mary thank you for the food” you told her and she smiled pulling you in for a tight hug.

“thank you for the painting” she spoke, pulling away and waving you off, with a mischievous smile.

You rolled your eyes as you walked across the hall, taking a deep breath before looking over to your new neighbor, there were still a couple boxes left, you almost headed over before you realized you had nothing to give them. Your eyes went wide and you ran into your apartment before they could see you.

You looked around your apartment, wondering what you could give them. Your eyes landed on the new blanket you had bought, it was a fuzzy cream colored one that you'd bought two days ago and had yet to use, everyone likes blankets right?

So you shoved it in a nice box alongside some chocolate and put a bow on it, drawing a smiley face on the outside. You smiled at the gift, hopeful they would accept it warmly. You took a deep breath and opened your door, holding the box in your hands and walking slowly to the door next to yours.

You knocked three times, your heart racing as you heard the door unlock. Your heart rate only increased as the door opened, a tall figure being revealed.

no fucking way.

“yes?” the man looked at you and the box and then looked around before his eyes settled back on you.

“I- hi! im your neighbor over here” you laughed nervously, pointing to your door, “I just wanted to give you a little housewarming gift!” you smiled, extending your arms and waiting for him to take the box from you, but he only stared at it. You cleared your throat and shifted awkwardly.

“i promise its nothing bad” you smiled, presenting the box and its golden bow once more. The metal armed man took it softly from you, eyeing it for a second. “I’m y/n by the way” you spoke up after a second.

“im bucky” he spoke cooly and you smiled brightly at him, he made no intent to keep the conversation going and you stood awkwardly.

“I was gonna paint you something but I realized I didn't know anything about you but I mean now I guess I know your name so we can work with that!” you grinned at him and he smiled at you.

“my friends say I need more color in my life” he chuckled dryly, opening the box finally.

“color” you paused, ideas filling your head. immediately, “I can work with that” you smiled at him, watching his reaction closely.

Bucky eyes landed on the blanket, immediately reaching out and petting it, a smile forming when he felt how plush it was. He realized you were still looking at him an the tried his best to keep a stoic expression.

“uh thank you for this” he held the box up a little and you nodded quickly.

“oh for sure! if you ever need anything you know where to find me, im home all the time” you smiled, cringing at how lame you made yourself sound. Before you could say anything else you went slipped into your apartment and closed the door, letting out a sigh when you sat on your couch.

Bucky sat on his couch, holding the blanket in his hands and cuddling into it, smiling at the warmth. It smelled like fresh flowers, is that how your apartment smelled? You were so sweet and welcoming, and you were beautiful.

His eyes shot open when he processed his thoughts, why was he thinking like that? he barely met you, its probably just because you were one of the only people to be kind to him. He shook his thoughts away, flicking the tv on. You would probably forget about him in a day or two and he would forget about you within the week.

Bucky loved the blanket you got him, it was warm and soft and cozy. It felt comforting as he slept with it draped over him. However your music kept him awake.

It was 3:37 am, why were you awake? The music wasn't exactly loud, but his heightened senses made it feel like the music was being played right next to his ear. To anyone else it would barely be noticeable, and he tried to go to sleep despite it, but he couldn't.

He frowned as he threw on a hoodie and some grey sweats, heading over to your door and staring at it for a couple seconds before knocking twice. You paused your music, confused as to who the hell was awake at this hour and you opened the door, eyes wide as you saw bucky.

“oh bucky hi!” you smiled, the bags under your eyes causing him to worry for a second.

“ I was just- is it- do you think you could turn your music down?” he asked kindly, feeling guilty. Your mouth flew open as you realized it must've been too loud.

“oh god yeah of course im so sorry! I didnt think it was loud im sorry did I keep you up?” you rambled, guilt eating at you as you took in the fact that he looked extremely tired. Bucky gave you a slight nod and you wanted the world to swallow you whole, your face burning and heart racing.

“im so sorry I really thought it wasn't so loud god I promise im a nice neighbor” you smiled sheepishly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“why are you up so late anyway?” bucky asked, the words falling from his mouth before he could stop himself. You smiled at his question and shrugged.

“I always get inspired and work better late at night” you laughed softly picking at the paint on your sleeve.

“what do you work as? if you don't mind me asking” he questioned, the lack of sleep working to bolden him.

“im an artist! I paint and stuff” you smiled, moving so he could see the canvas you were working on, “wanted to get this commission done by tonight and music helps me” you explained, looking at bucky. His eyes were wide as he took in the painting.

“that's beautiful” he whispered and you blushed, mumbling a shy thank you and glancing between the painting and bucky before settling on bucky.

“ill let you go to sleep,, I'm sure avengers have to be up to run three miles at sunset” you joked and bucky smiled softly at you.

“im kinda doing my own thing for now, taking a break from all that” he spoke and you nodded along to his words.

“breaks are alway good, if you pick up painting as a hobby I’ll teach you” you teased and he chuckled.

“where’s the nearest art store?” he asked quickly and you almost choked, a blush rising onto your cheeks, “goodnight y/n” he smiled and you nodded quickly.

“goodnight bucky” you replied quickly, heart still racing from his words.

You saw bucky quite often, the two of you always leaving your apartments at the same time, laughing together as you said hi and giggling when one of you would accidentally talk over the other. You would usually walk down together before heading your separate ways.

It was like that for almost a month, the two of you just making small talk, sometimes you'd both have dinner with ms. Mary and do the dishes together, your heart in a frenzy the whole time.

“i can wash the you can just dry them” you told him, rolling your sleeves up and already grabbing the sponge, bucky stood next to you, leaning on the counter and looking at you with a small smile.

“why do you always wash ‘em, always have me drying them” bucky pouted, you tried your best to not smile at how cute he looked.

“won’t your arm get messed up or something?” You asked, nervous that he would laugh at you for asking something that was probably common knowledge.

“you worrying about me dollface?” Bucky teased and you rolled your eyes, a small frown on your face. Bucky noticed immediately and grinned, sticking his metal hand under the running water and wiggling his fingers infront of you.

“perfectly fine” he smiled at you and you nodded, your heart racing at the proximity between the two of you. You shoved the last plate into his hands, nodding quickly and mumbling something before saying goodnight to Ms. Mary and heading to your apartment.

You screamed into your pillow as soon as you crashed into your bed, thrashing around before taking a deep breath. After only a month, maybe less you had completely fallen for bucky, and you hadn’t even properly spent time alone together. You let out a small sigh, chewing on your bottom lip as you wondered if he felt the same.

Yes he was flirty but what if he was like that with everyone? He was always sweet to Ms. Mary and you saw him chatting with Julia four doors down one time, and she surely was laughing her head off.

Jealousy filled your chest and you wanted to punch yourself. You weren’t even dating, for fucks sake you didn’t even think he liked you. So you pushed your feelings away, putting them in a small box and hiding it in the back of your mind.

Bucky tried his best to not make a fool out of himself around you, always trying his best to charm you. He would blush when he realized your heart was beating so fast because of him, and it'd only make him flirt with you even more, hoping you'd pick up the signals that he most definitely had a crush on you.

After that dinner with Ms. Mary you became more distant with bucky, keeping conversation short and you weren’t as half as enthusiastic as you used to be when you talked to him. He frowned when you waved him off quickly when you were entering the building, saying something about paint expiring and running into the elevator.

Had he done something? Was he too forward with his feelings? Maybe he did too much and now you hated him, or maybe you dug into his past and realized that he wasn’t all smiles and bad jokes.

Bucky decided to give you some space, he didn’t say hi to you anymore and didn’t show up for dinner with Ms. Mary if he knew you’d be there.

His chest would tighten a bit when he heard you going out with friends on weekends, coming home late at night and fumbling with your keys before giggling to yourself and finally getting in. Bucky would always stay up, listening for you and only going to sleep when he knew you were safe at home.

It was Saturday night and bucky was watching some show you’d recommend to him a little over a month ago, back when the two of you still talked often. It was almost 3 am and he’d yet to hear you stumbling into your apartment, the urge to call you ate at him but he stopped himself.

“ten more minutes and then I’ll call” he told himself, his leg bouncing as he checked the clock constantly. As soon as the ten minutes had passed and there was no sign of you he texted you.

hi, it’s bucky are you home?

He stared at his phone, waiting for you to reply, his heart racing when it lit up with your name.

bucky !!!!!!!! i an drunj heheh i thinj my fribds left :((((((((

His heart fell, were you at a club alone? We’re you on the street walking home or on a bus or subway?

where are you? I’ll come get you

oooo worrying abt me sergeant barnes ??? ;))))))

You were sat at some park bench, your feet aching from the heels you wore. In complete honesty you had left your friends, growing annoyed at them making out with guys while your mind was only on your metal armed neighbor.

yes doll, now where are you?

You vote butterflies from the text, sending him your location and stumbling over to the empty swing set, pushing yourself and swinging lightly until bucky came.

Bucky immediately grabbed his keys, hopping in his car and getting to you as fast as he could. He smiled as he saw your figure on the swings, swaying lightly in the park light and looking over your shoulder, smiling when bucky got out of his car and headed towards you.

“bucky! you really came for me!” You cheered, jumping out of the swing set and almost falling over. Bucky was quick to catch you, stressing you against him and smiling at you.

“‘course i did, still need you to teach me how to paint” he teased and you smiled, eyes sparkling as you looked at him, “let’s get you home.”

The ride back was quiet, you were falling asleep in the passenger seat, bucky had given you his hoodie so you wouldn’t get cold in the dress you wore, bucky had put your heels in the backseat. By the time you got to apartments you were knocked out, brows slightly furrowed as you slept.

Bucky turned the car off, getting out and jogging over to the passenger side, opening the door softly and easily carrying you in his arms, grabbing your heels and walking into the building and getting in the elevator.

He held you easily with his metal arm, pressing the fourth floor button and waiting for the soft ‘ding.’ When the doors finally opened he walked down the hall, opening his own door and setting you on his couch gently.

“y/n” he whispered, shaking you softly. A small hum left your lips but you didn’t open your eyes, “wake up doll” he persisted, shaking you softly until your eyes fluttered open.

“hm?” you asked, taking in your surroundings before realizing you were in buckys apartment, “thought i was at the club” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and realizing you were wearing a black hoodie.

“needed you to wake up so you can get to your apartment, dunno where you have your keys” he smiled and you nodded, yawning and looking around for your purse.

“did i have my purse when you picked me up?” you mumbled, still slightly drunk. Bucky shook his head and you frowned. “think i left it in my friends car” bucky frowned and looked at the time, it was almost 4 am already.

“you can just crash here tonight” bucky smiled, extending his hand hour for you.

You were too exhausted you fight back, nodding your head and laying back down on the couch, completely ignoring him.

“what’re you doing?” He laughed softly and you frowned at him.

“going to sleep” you replied, he shook his head before pulling you up softly.

“you’re not gonna sleep on the couch” he smiled, “i am” you shook your head and he rolled his eyes, walking you to his bedroom.

“i cant that’s mean” you protested and bucky sighed.

“y/n please, i don’t want your back or neck hurting in the morning” he pleaded and you thought about it for a second, reluctantly giving in.

“okay thank you james” you smiled, moving to slip into the bed still in the dress and hoodie.

“here you can change into this doll, the restrooms over there, goodnight sweet dreams” he smiled, handing you one of his shirts and some shorts he’d accidentally shrunk in the dryer.

“wait!” You called out, stumbling into the hall after him, he turned around quickly, worry on his face as he looked at you. “thank you” you smiled, kissing him on the check before turning around and heading to the restroom to change.

Bucky smiled brightly, giggling to himself as he made himself comfy on the floor, covering himself with the blanket you’d given him.

He didn’t expect you to be awake before him, and he especially didn’t expect you to be waking him up for homemade breakfast, a bright smile on your face.

“good morning buck! i made us breakfast” you beamed and he rubbed his eyes sleepily.

“i though- how are- weren’t you hungover?” He asked, looking at the clock, it was 9 am why were already awake?

“don’t really get hungover, i took medicine already, and got my keys back! figured I’d cook you breakfast as a thank you” you smiled.

“but i don’t even have eggs” he furrowed his brows, and you nodded.

“cooked it at my place” you grinned, rushing him to get up, “get ready before the food gets cold! I’ll be waiting” you cheered, walking out of his apartment and closing his door.

He sat there for a few seconds before realizing you were literally waiting for him. He tripped over his blanket as he got up, running to get ready.

He knocked on your door three times, smiling when you opened the door happily.

“bucky! didn’t expect to see you today” you teased and he smiled as you let him in, grabbing his hand and leading him to the table.

It was the first time he’d ever been in your apartment and he was amazed at how you it was. There were a couple plants scattered throughout the apartment, some art pieces hanging on your walls along with photos of who he assumed was family and friends.

He took note of the makeshift studio you had in the corner by the window, all your paint brushes messily scattered and a couple of half finished paintings were propped up against the wall.

The one on the easel caught his eye, it was filled with pastel colors, a sunset over a flower field. He tore his eyes from the art when he heard you set a glass of hot chocolate infront of him, small marshmallows floating in the hot drink.

“you said you’re a hot chocolate kind of guy” you smiled and bucky nodded, his heart warming at the fact that you remembered something he mentioned in passing one of the times you two talked on the way out of your apartments.

“thanks uh- thanks for taking care of me last night” you smiled, eating the food you’d made.

Bucky smiled, taking big bites of the food, maybe it was because you were an amazing cook or because he was starving, but it was the best breakfast he’d had in years.

“oh yeah of course, just got worried when you didn’t come back the same time you usually do” he replied, stomach dropping when he realized what he’d said. “I mean it was just late- i got worried because it was late” he quickly spoke, but it was too late now.

“you- wait do you wait up for me when i go out?” You questioned, your face heating up. Buckys eyes were wide and he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“you do? oh my god bucky” you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth, you wanted to cry from how endearing that was, you wanted to pepper his face with kisses and hold him tightly.

Bucky thought you wanted to kick him out and beat him with your brushes. His heart was on the floor and you were spitting on it with every second that passes.

“I’m sorry- i just i would get worried and i couldn’t sleep until i knew you were safe and god you probably think im a creep or something if you wanna get me kicked out i understand im so sorry i- im gonna go” bucky rushed out, getting up quickly and moving towards the door but you followed him quickly.

“wait not bucky! wait!” You smiled, grabbing his wrist and turning him around, he was shocked to see you smiling up at him, his face contorted in confusion.

“I don’t think you’re weird, i think it’s sweet” you spoke, intertwining your fingers with his, your smile was dazzling and bucky swore his knees buckled.

“really?” he breathed out and you nodded.

“i honestly thought you hated me” you laughed softly, slipping your hand out of his and fiddling with your sleeve.

“now why would you think that?” He asked, head cocking to the side, he could hear your heart rate speed up, you were about to lie to him.

“you didn’t talk to me anymore” okay fine half truth, you didn’t look up at him and frowned.

“you were pushing me away, i didn’t wanna be pushy” bucky replied, eyeing the way you shifter under his gaze, “is that really why?” he added, moving closer to you.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his stormy blue ones. You opened your mouth before closing it quickly, shaking your head and taking a deep breath.

“it’s dumb just forget it” you laughed nervously, “anyway yeah thanks for taking care of me” you spoke and bucky shook his head.

“y/n tell me” his voice was firm and it sent a shiver down your spine. You looked at him before turning away quickly.

“i just- god i like you okay!” You spat out, flailing your arms as you spoke.

“I have this stupid crush on you and I’ve had it since like the third week you moved in and i saw you chatting it up with Julia” you emphasized, not bothering to hide the vein in your words.

“I know you don’t like me and i thought pushing you away would make me stop liking you but i just couldn’t stop thinking about you” at this point you were pacing, bucky watched you with a small smile, but you were too caught up to notice.

“So i started going out to clubs thinking other guys could make me forget but i get there and i just hate everyone because they’re not you” you frowned.

“So instead of stumbling home with some guy im stumbling back alone with more art supplies and i spend the night listening to your stupid 40s music and painting this fucking painting for the past couple of weeks” you sighed, pointing at the piece on the easel. You gave yourself time to breathe, looking at bucky and seeing him standing in shock at your ramble.

Just as he was about to speak you cut him off, tears pricking at your eyes.

“before you say anything- i just-” you let out a shaky sigh, “do you even like the painting?” You asked, eyes watery and vision blurry from the pooled up tears.

Buckys heart broke at the sight of you, your shoulders slumped and you looked absolutely defeated. He took two strides and placed his hands on either side of your face, crashing his lips onto yours.

Your eyes went wide before you melted into the kiss, fluttering your eyes shut and relaxing against him.

You pulled away with a small smile, a tear falling from your face, bucky was quick to wipe it away with the pad of his thumb, kissing your cheek.

“i love the painting dollface” he smiled, leaning his forehead against yours before placing a swift kiss on your lips.

You smiled, biting your bottom lip and wrapping your arms around him, burying your face in his chest.

“can i talk now? or do you have more to say?” Bucky asked gently and you shook your head against his chest. He picked you up easily, heading over to the couch and sitting down, placing you gently next to him.

“I’ve had feelings for you since you invited me over for dinner with ms. Mary the first time” bucky chuckled and your eyes went wide.

“but that was only like two weeks after you moved in?” You spoke and he nodded, his cheeks turning pink.

“I was chatting it up with Julia because she has a cat and I’ve been thinking of getting one, so i was asking her bout some shelters nearby and the cost of having one here” bucky smiled, giggling at the way you mumbled a small ‘oh.’

“there wasn’t a weekend i didn’t stay up waiting to hear you fumble with your keys and get home safely, i wanted to make sure you were safe doll, can’t have my favorite girl in danger can i?” Bucky grinned, hearing your heart race at his words and smiling brightly.

“your favorite girl?” You asked, biting your bottom lip to try and contain your smile.

“mhm” he affirmed, “want you to be my girl, doll” he smiled nervously, heart beating in his ears, “will you be my girl?”

You smiled widely as you threw yourself onto him, your arms wrapping around him and holding him tightly, “of course.”

Bucky hugged you back, a smile on his face as the two of you savored the moment, you pulled back and kissing him hastily, giggling in between kisses.

Once the two of you had calmed down a bit you got up from the couch and walked over to the painting, taking it in your hands and over to bucky who stood up to grab it.

“here, you said you needed color in your life right? so i tried to add as many as i could” you smiled softly, excitement bubbling in your chest as he took in the piece, letting out a small wow.

“cant wait to hang it up doll” he grinned, kissing you softly.

“i still need more color in my life though” he frowned and your heart fell.

“i thought you liked it?” You frowned and bucky nodded.

“i love it doll! it’s just-” he paused, looking at you with a smile, “to get more color in my life im gonna need more paintings” he began.

“to get more paintings im gonna need to take up painting as a hobby” he grinned, furrowing his brows and brining his hand to his chin, “doll do you know any artists in the area willing to help me?” He asked, and you smiled at him, nodding.

“i think i know one girl willing to help” you grinned and bucky smiled, his arms snaking around your waist, you let your arms rest ontop of his shoulders, your fingers lacing together behind his neck,

“i hope she calls me sergeant barnes over text with winky faces” bucky sighed dreamily and your eyes went wide.

“did i do that!?” You shrieked, bucky threw his head back in laughter, causing you to slap his arm softly.

“used my own line against me” bucky frowned, grabbing his phone and showing you the conversation. You scrunched your nose up at your texts, smiling a bit as you got to the message in question.

“you know, good for me” you nodded, “also good to know sergeant barnes does in fact worry about me” you smiled, kissing him softly.

“you know i do, who else is gonna help me color my world?” He replied quickly, smiling as he kissed your forehead.

“you’re right, dunno anyone besides sam that can tolerate how grumpy you are half the time” you nodded and bucky pulled away from you, pouting and sitting in the couch with a huff.

“boo, you suck” he spoke, arms crossed. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, sitting next to him and peppering his face with kisses.

“cant believe my boyfriend boo’ed me not even a day into our relationship” you giggled and bucky smiled. Boyfriend, he could get used to that.

“just wanna know when my art lessons are gonna start” bucky teased, smiling at you brightly when you got up and ran to the closet, pulling out a bunch of art supplies.

You began rambling on about all these different art styles you’d been wanting to try while you continued to pull more supplies from the closet.

“-just didn’t know when to start trying and i figured we could both learn and grow together! i got us these new paints and brushes to try and there’s this brand-” you continued, eyes shining as you carried supplies to your art corner.

Bucky watched you enthusiastically, a soft smile on his face as he listened intently, soaking up everything you had to say.

“also got us matching aprons!” You finished, a bright smile on your face when you held the two aprons up. Bucky got up from the couch and walked towards you, a smile on his face as he took the aprons from you, slipping one onto you and the other onto himself.

You smiled up at him, about to say something when he leaned down, kissing you again. It was filled with love and sweetness and everything good in the world. It made your knees buckle and head spin.

Bucky pulled away with a small smile, kissing you swiftly once more for good measure before finally speaking up.

“teach me all you know y/n y/l/l.”

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