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[nerdinessislife]

Final Goodbye

Angst warning

Valairyn was caught up in a vision, her consciousness pulled away from her physical being, left within the pale heart, to a plane of light and tranquility. She turned when she felt a familiar presence come up behind her, gently placing a solid palm to the middle of her back to draw her attention. Cayde. She knew it was him before she even saw him, always aware of when he was near, but it felt different this time. She could feel and sense him there in front of her, but there lacked a feeling of solid wholeness that she usually felt when he was close. Valairyn gazed at him inquiringly trying to piece together what was happening and where she was. A sense of forlorn over came her with the sudden realization of what was happening with the shift of the energy around her and the look in his eyes. She didn’t understand why this was happening again, but there was a look of finality in his gaze that she couldn’t deny. He didn’t have to say a thing, she knew without words what was happening. Tears began to stream down her face knowing he was saying goodbye, this would be the last time she’d see him alive.

“Cayde, don’t- please don’t go. I don’t know what happened but I can’t survive you leaving me again.” She threw herself into his arms, willing with her mind, body and soul for him to stay, holding on to him for dear life, trying to anchor him to her.

Cayde’s arms encircled her closely, one hand cupping the back of her head, holding her securely against his frame. “I’m sorry sweetheart, but this was my choice. Forgive me for leaving you again, but this time it was on my terms.” All of his Light had already left him to resurrect the Ghost of his fellow guardian, but as it did so, he willed a piece of his Light to seek out his girl, so he could give her a proper goodbye like she deserved. He couldn’t stay but he could leave a piece of him with her that he hoped would help her heal, to stave off the loss and grief in his absence. He couldn’t do it before due to the limitations of his synthetic body but with the gift of his remaining Light and blessing of the Traveler, she’d always have a piece of him around to be remembered by.

“I’m making sure a little bit of my Light stays with you. You’ll always have a piece of me.”

“Please Cayde!” She continued to sob and gripped on even more tightly as she felt his presence fade further.

Last thing she felt were his arms around her and the soft pressure of his mouth to her hairline as he whispered his heartfelt goodbye.

“I love you sweetheart, never forget that…”

—-

The time that passed following the loss of Cayde was long, painful and heartbreaking but her heart began to slowly heal as her abdomen swelled with the gift of a new light growing within her. Cayde would always be with her just as he had promised, with their Lights now combined in the creation of something new that they had never thought possible. Tears of grief and love spilled from her eyes when she finally met the product of their combined Light.

“Cayde…thank you…” Valairyn sobbed as she kissed the small infant that looked up at her with strikingly familiar blue eyes.

“One day Cayce when you’re older I’ll tell you about your father; Hunter Vanguard, one of the best gunslingers, big heart and complete idiot. He hated being stuck in The Tower…” She knew they didn’t understand anything she was saying yet, but telling them of Cayde and all that he was, continued the process of healing a grieving heart for a lover lost.

[nerdinessislife]

When Fives is brought up in ‘Shattered’ I almost lost it. Our poor child died so Ahsoka could live. 😭😭😭

[nerdinessislife]

Am I the only one that feels like Fives looks extremely tired in this shot? Look at the bags under his eyes. And if you think about all the crap Krell (good riddance) put the clones through, with no rest, it’s not really a surprise to see the exhaustion on their features.

[nerdinessislife]

If you look close enough, Rex’s bottom lip is trembling. 😭 Oh my freaking heart!

[afolksongs]

[nerdinessislife]

Seriously, how can you not swoon over these faces. ♥️

[nerdinessislife]

Question... were Cut Lawquane’s kids his adoptive children or his biological children? If you think about it these kids are practically his physical age - 10ish and younger. So either he adopted them as his own...or... did the excellerated growth that the kaminoans did to the clones pass on genetically? 🤔

[mackievanstan]

[audreylockhartblog]

[movedtoheybinary]

[mylikesscifi-deactivated2019091]

Star wars the clone wars.

[soundgardxn]

bucky barnes deserves better

change my mind.

[orderofthefanfic]

Drafted

40s!Bucky x reader

Warnings: Not really. Angst i guess and the smallest bit of fluff.

I was just bored and wanted to write this short little thing.

The orange light of the quickly setting sun bathed your living room in a warm glow. It seeped into the open window upon the soft, cool, autumn breeze drifting through the curtains. You sighed happily, resetting the alignment of your typewriter before closing the case. Standing slowly, you stretched your arms over your head and behind your back with a groan. The afternoon had gone by quickly, and despite enjoying the company of your friends, you always relished in a few moments of peaceful solitude. It helped clear your mind and steady your thoughts, like pressing reset on your  brain. Checking the pocket watch dangling inside the small necklace cabinet upon your desk, you furrowed your brows at the time, before shrugging and deciding to make yourself dinner.

Gliding into your foyer, you gingerly moved the needle of your player over the record inside and Glenn Miller began to seep through the air. Smiling, you walked back into your kitchen and began to pull out two eggs from the fridge. Your old family friend, Mrs. Bartille, had been very lucky. The Depression hit everyone hard, but her farm had been producing more than she and her husband could eat. After sharing with her family, she’d always give you what she had left. It had been hard to except it from her, but she insisted. She’d even give some to Bucky and Steve if she had enough, despite the fact you shared with then regardless. So, even though they were sort of a treat, you decided you deserved to indulge in some eggs.

Pulling out a plate, you set it on the counter, turning towards the stove to put a pan upon the burner. As you reached to turn it on, you heard a light knock at the door. Within the same second the noise hit your ear, the door was squeaking open, and heavy foot falls began to move through your creaky apartment. Already knowing the identity of the visitor, you smiled, and turned around to grab a second plate.

A sudden screech cut your music as the needle was pulled away from the record. You furrowed your brows, turning around with a confused smile on your lips, that quickly faded when you registered the look on Bucky’s face and the defeat in his voice.

Fiddling with a letter in his hands, he looked at you with an expression you have never seen on the usually charming man’s face, and swallowed.

“We need to talk”

“D-drafted?” You stuttered out in disbelief, your eyes scanning Bucky’s face for any sign of deception.

Your hand came to run through your hair, as you swallowed thickly, “B-but you can’t be drafted! You can’t..”

You sniffed, quickly wiping away the stray tear that rolled down your cheeks. Bucky looked down sadly, shifting uncomfortable on his feet as he willed his voice not to crack.

“They need men, (y/n/n). And..I’m able to fight so I have to go.” He whispered out, taking a step towards you with his hand lightly turned out to reach for you.

You steadied your breathing, forcing yourself not to cry in front of Bucky. He cleared his throat with a crack and your eyes shot to his as they began to glisten. You furrowed your brows shakily as you watched his hands begin to tremble.

You stepped forward and breathed, “Buck..”

He looked up with a desperation in his eyes as they brimmed with tears and his voice faltered as he rushed, “We can’t tell Steve…y..you know how worried it’d make him. As far as he’s concerned, I enlisted…i..i wanted this.”

His voice broke and he let out a shaky breath that hitched in his throat as you suddenly launched onto him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. You didn’t want to lie to Steve, but you knew it was for the best.

“Okay, Buck. I won’t. I promise.”

He wrapped his hands around your back and nodded. But slowly his grip strengthened as he dropped his head on your shoulder.

“You and Steve need to look out for each other, ya here? Take care of each other. I don’t need you two getting into trouble when I’m not there to get you out.”

You nodded determinedly, tightening your grip on him as you confirmed, “I will. Where ever he goes, I’ll follow.”

You had only seen Bucky cry once, in all your life, only once. He wasn’t one to show his emotions like that. He was never cold, or heartless, but tears were not something he put on display. So it only made this worse when your shoulder began to dampen as tears fell onto the fabric. You couldn’t stop a few more of your own from rolling down your face as you sniffled. He was shaking slightly, you realized, and his hands were curling into your hair. On any other given day, the action would have heat rising to your cheeks, but with the direness of the situation you now found yourself in, your crush was long forgotten.

“God I’m gonna miss you, doll.” He whimpered, slowly rocking the both of you as he moved his chin on your head.

Your heart fluttered at the confession, but the gravity of his words tightened your chest painfully. Bucky was leaving you. He’d be gone for who knows how long. *And he might not come back*

With that thought, the levy broke. You didn’t want to cry. What right did you have when he was the one who was going to war? But you couldn’t contain yourself, and a broken sob left your lips. Bucky sighed sadly and lifted you effortlessly, spinning you slowly.

Placing you back down, he placed a small kiss to your hair as he gently detached from the embrace. He sent you a soft, quivering smile, ghosting his thumb over your cheek to swipe away a tear. Laughing nervously, he raked the palm of his hand over his face, collecting his own tears, before placing his hand on your shoulder.

Giving it a little squeeze, he cracked one if his signature grins as he looked past you into the kitchen and jested, “I hope you were making some of that for me.”

You looked at him incredulously, your lips turning downwards as you swatted his arm.

“Seriously, Buck?” You groaned softly as you wiped away your tears, fighting back his contagious smile.

His grin faltered slightly as he watched you, but it returned as he attempted to reassure you, “I’ll be alright, Sugar. Just like always. Then I’ll be right back home with you and Stevie.”

You looked at him, scanning his features to commit them to memory as you weakly nodded. Forcing a smile that slowly became real as you watched him put his whole heart into trying to make you feel better, you giggled softly.

He grinned back, patting your shoulder before sauntering past you and dead-panning, “Seriously though, (y/n). You makin’ any of this for me? I’m starving!”

Rolling your eyes, you dried the rest of your tears and shook your head, following him into the kitchen.

“You’re really somethin’ else, Bucky Barnes.”

[im-not-here-2021]

Can I please get 40s!Bucky + “hello” kiss + “return” as my word?

Hello kisses: After long periods apart, these can include A picking up B and spinning them around. Fingers pressing into cheeks, palms cupping necks, and breathless laughs when they finally come up for air.

A sigh left your lips as you wiped at the stubborn stain on the diner table. It looked like chocolate syrup from a milkshake, or it could be bbq sauce. Your mind busied itself while you finished the mundane task of cleaning up. Soaking your rag into the bucket once more you scrubbed at the stain, water sloshing on the table and onto your apron. 

Busy grumbling to yourself you didn’t even turn when the bell sounded from the front door. 

“We’re closed,” you said, not bothering to face the vistor. 

“Really? That’s a damn shame because I’ve been dying for a strawberry milkshake-” 

The voice ran through you, a warmth settling in your bones. Memories washed over you. Long kisses by the beach. Giggles in photobooths in Coney Island. Shared strawberry milkshakes. Sighs and moans between sheets. 

Bucky. 

You spun so quickly your dress and apron lifting around you in a flurry of material. 

“Bucky?” you said with a gasp, finally laying eyes on your solider. 

He was dressed in his uniform, hat titled on that head of hair you loved to run your fingers through. 

“Hey, doll,” he grinned, arms open wide as you took off running towards him. He caught you, like he always did. 

He spun you around enjoying the feeling of being with you again. Home. Safe. 

Giggles bubbled to the surface as you wrapped your arms securely around his neck. 

“You’re home,” you grinned, palms and fingers pressed into the back of his neck, catching those few straw curls at his nape. Without another beat passing you pressed your lips to him. His mouth tilted perfectly against yours, tongue tangling with yours in gentle caresses. He placed you on the nearest table, his large frame nestled between your open legs. 

You moaned softly hands knock off his hat and threading through his hair. You relished in the way the soft locks felt through your fingers. When he pulled back slightly from your lips you both couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. Pressing your forehead together, lips only a whisper away from yours you mumbled. 

“Welcome home, Bucky.”

[frodo-sam]

[imaginesbykesia]

Dating 40′s Bucky Barnes Would Include

40′s Bucky is very flirty

he’s confident and charming but he isn’t arrogant

he’s a true gentleman

he’ll ask you out on a proper date to go dancing with him

he’ll pay for everything of course and he’ll walk you home to make sure you’re safe

when you kiss him on the cheek outside your apartment he’ll smile cheekily

“I didn’t realize you were so eager doll” he’ll tease you

he picks you up for every date with a bouquet of flowers and he is the perfect boyfriend for the entire night

he introduces you to Steve as soon as you two start getting serious

Steve teases him relentlessly of course about how “he never shuts up about you I swear” and “he just goes on and on”

its  the first time you’ve ever seen Bucky blush

he wants to know everything about you so he’ll constantly be asking you questions

his favorite thing is when he gets you talking about something you’re passionate about

the way your face lights up and you start rambling on is the cutest thing to him

Steve hears every single detail about you of course

he takes you to the Stark Expo and excitedly pulls you along to every exhibit

when he tells you he’s enlisted you cry which makes him cry and he’s just holding you there, trying to repress his crying

he spends every second before he leaves with you

he keeps a small picture of you everywhere he goes

he writes you letters while he’s away telling you about everything that’s happening and how much he misses you

you writes you a letter everyday, up until the day he falls off the train

[moonstruckbucky]

prompt #6 with bucky would be amazing!!

6. “You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care.”

Thank youuuu ♥ I haven’t written 40s!Bucky before so I think it’s time to change that hmmm?

Bucky doesn’t think he’s ever been so nervous. He stands before his mirror, fumbling with the stupid damn tie that came with his military uniform. He’d picked it up from the recruiting office a couple of days before with slightly shaking hands. The girl behind the desk had aimed a sad smile when she noticed, and Bucky, for the first time ever, felt faint.

He feels that way now, as his fingers fail to find purchase on the smooth silk. He curses under his breath and shakes out his hands, willing himself to just pull it together. A deep exhale through puffed cheeks. A mental reminder to just slow down. A physical body shake to expel the nerves, and he tries again. 

But this time he’s distracted by the gentle hands that slide around his sides to his chest. An automatic response, he relaxes, shoulders sagging slightly as your chest presses up against his back.

“Hi baby,” he coos, voice edged with nerves and he knows you’ll hear it. You know him better than anyone.

“Hi Sarge,” is your lilting response that has him swallowing heavily. The new title hasn’t taken all that long to get used to, especially when you use it like that. “Need some help there?”

He nods. “I’m a bit of a mess.”

You hum. “You’re a complete mess, but I don’t care. I love you anyways.”

You step around him, back to the mirror, and Bucky lets his hands fall to your waist, fingers lost in the fabric of your dress. Your talented hands undo and redo his tie perfectly, smoothing down the fabric. You take a small step back and appraise him, hungry gaze drinking him in before it turns sad. Bucky hates that look on your face, hates how much more frequently it comes around when you think he’s not looking.

Sighing through his nose, he pulls you by the skirt of your dress into him until you’re pressed flush against him. His arms slide up around your shoulders and he ducks his head into the crook of your neck, brain committing to memory the way you feel in his arms, the slight hint of your perfume, the way he feels in your arms. He feels home.

“I love you, doll. So much,” he whispers hoarsely. There’s a sudden well of emotion behind his eyes and in his throat, and he can’t swallow it down. He’s scared, for himself and for you and for the future.

“Be safe out there, James.” Your voice is wobbly and it makes his gut clench in agony. He pulls back just enough so he can sweep his thumbs under your eyes as tears gather there. Your plump bottom lip, colored perfectly in red, is tugged between your teeth to keep it from shaking.

“Hey,” he softly says, lowering his forehead to yours. Your hands gently grip his wrists, tighten only slightly when his thumbs drift again. “I’m gonna be fine, okay? You just keep that promisa writin’ me.”

“Every week,” you promise, one you’ve said thousands of times since you found out he’d been drafted. A tear escapes, and the dam breaks loose.

Bucky only has about an hour before he has to catch his train, so he spends it lying in bed with you, holding you tightly to his chest and listening to your breathing hitch and soften again as you calm down. He’s utterly petrified that he won’t keep his promise, won’t make it back to you. It’s war, unpredictable and harsh and unforgiving, but it’s his duty to protect his country, protect you.

Resolutely he vows to keep his promise, no matter what else happens.

Send a prompt + a character to break my wrtiers’ block!