#ignxtus

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!!! Sophie x Bucky for the domestic meme

Give me one of my ships and I will answer the following questions about my personal head canons:

who is the big spoon/little spoon

sophie’s little spoon for sure

what is their favorite non-sexual activity

dancing

who uses all the hot water in the morning

bucky

what they order from take out

sometimes chinese (rice and chicken and noodes) and other times burgers because nothing beats a good burger

what is the most trivial thing they fight over

sophie leaving her socks around the apartment

who does most of the cleaning

sophie (except for her socks)

what has a season pass in their DVR

bucky

who controls the netflix queue

bucky (there’s a lot of catching up to do)

who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working

sophie

who leaves their stuff around

sophie (socks)

who remembers to buy the milk

sophie, actually

who remembers anniversaries

they both do. they coudln’t just forget

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✉

SEND ME A ‘✉’ FOR A “THE MORNING AFTER” NOTE LEFT ON YOUR PILLOW.

Bucky—

         we ran out of orange juice, so I’m out for more. I’ll be           back in 5 min tops. then we can start breakfast.

                                           —Sophie

p.s. there’s fruit in the fridge if you want any. love you

[rbxcket]

[ whispers ] #15

15 - my character gone insane and is after yours

something snaps. it snaps  like a twigand when that twig snaps, the first personhis mind draws to is that one guy, that oneguy who just so happens to be one of thepeople raleigh usually talks with. a friend.bucky is a friend, but his mind doesn’tseem to recognize that.                    ( kill him, kill him, kill him                    winter soldier failed.                                                kill him. )           and that’s what he’s going to do

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"'f you keep that up, we'll be—oh                —we'll be getting somewhere."

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" in the days after "

drabble ;; 909 words 

1 day after

sophie sat on the freshly turned dirt, tears clear on her face. she still couldn't believe it. bucky—he was gone. he was dead. she couldn't speak. she didn't speak for a few days. it was too quiet in their her apartment. toby would still wait at the door for his master's arrival which never came. the dog would pad to sophie's bed and curl up beside her and sophie would cry more. no, she was not doing well without him. once or twice she even woke up expecting to see him there, but he wasn't. he was never there.

43 days after

it's been a little more than a month and sophie visits his grave as often as she can. this time's different, though. she's humming a song. it's still hard without him, but something's different. she sits on the short grass before his grave, tracing the letters in the marble. "hey, buck." her voice cracks, but she keeps going. "i went to the doctor's today. turns out i'm pregnant." a choked laugh leaves her lips and her eyes brim with tears. "yours of course," she says, as if it needs saying. another half-laugh leaves her lips. she doubles over, clutching the headstone as if it could bring him back, crying softly. "i miss you."

225 days after

she still visits his grave often. at least once. again, she takes her usual seat before his grave, one finger tracing his name while the other holds her rounded belly. "hey, bucky." she smiles. "i couldn't wait any longer. i was at the doctor's again, today. she's a girl." chocolate eyes drop to her stomach, running her hand over it fondly. "she likes to kick. a fighter. reminds me of you." she chuckled softly. "i wish you were here to help me pick a name.  you know me, i suck at big decisions. here's our little baby, and we have to pick a name for her entire life? talk about pressure." she swallows hard. "i was thinking about julie or—or emma or something." 

323 days after

she's not alone this time. this time sophie takes her seat before his headstone with a little cooing bundle in her arms. she cradles the girl gently, smiling softly. "hey, buck." a hand steadies the coddled baby while the other reaches out to trace the laters etched in the marble. "i named her emma. she looks like you, y'know. she's got your eyes. and your hair." an overwhelming surge of emotion crashes over her and tears well in her eyes. "i wish you were here, bucky. god—you should be here." their baby, as if sensing her mother's distress whimpered softly, tears welling in blue eyes. sophie cradles the baby to her chest and soothes herself while soothing emma. "i miss you."

                           • • • in the years after that, emma grows up. she has sophie's nose and her eyebrows, but her father's hair and those bright blue eyes. toby passes. sophie still visits bucky's grave at the very least once a month, always with news. sometimes it's about her work but others its about emma having a playdate or getting an a+ on a spelling test. then it's sophie talking about retirement and emma going with her and listening to how sophie tells him that their daughter has a 4.0 and was in the top 20 of her class rank. sometimes, when sophie went by herself, she'd tell bucky how she never was able to get back out there with the guys. she'd tell him how he was the only one she would ever want to be with, and if she had to wait, then so be it. sometimes, when she told him that, she'd cry.

6617 days after

now it's just sophie again. emma has gone off to college. sophie sniffles about it to bucky's headstone, but she talks about how she's dabbling in fieldwork again. "if coulson can do it, then why can't i?" she was only in her mid thirties. "coulson didn't stop fieldwork until at least his mid sixties". she was determined to get back on the metaphorical horse. she shows him her new level 6 badge when she got promoted just that day. she was going to call emma later that evening. "em's doing well at college. she likes her classes. gonna be a history major. you'd be proud of her, buck."

8127 days after

sophie's dressed more formally this time. she has her gun holster with her handgun in it. "i'm going on an op." she tells him this in a sadder tone. "it's supposed to be a month or two." she didn't like leaving him. she pushes those thoughts away and instead tells him about emma. "she's engaged. you'd like him—well, you wouldn't, but you would. he's good. he's a good proper man for our emma."

8135 days after

sophie didn't sit in her usual spot on the grass, this time. it had been eight days since she'd last been there, not the promised month. something was wrong. there were people there. the dirt next to bucky's grave was being dug up and another headstone was being prepared. the mission had gone awry. in a car chase, sophie waited at her mark to shoot out the fugitive's tires, but the villain lost control of the car and ran it right into sophie. she died on impact. it's her being lowered into the earth beside him. it's emma crying now. 

but sophie's with bucky. emma can be happy with her husband, and sophie is happy with bucky.

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r α ι ɴ ; closed

[ the soft patterings of rain on the windows woke sophie. she woke up to a warm arm wrapped around her middle and a familiar chest pressed against her back. almost immediately, a smile became present on her lips. gently, so as not to wake the man beside her, she rolled over so she was facing him. 

his dark hair was mussed, and one of her hands reached out to toy with it gently, her forehead coming to rest gently against his. she didn't last very long without him being awake too. she offered him a quiet greeting in a voice intermittent with lack of use. ]

                                        "Hey, Buck."

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[ I'm going to need one of every text tbh ]

Send ✆ for a morning text

sent • 6:07 am [ sms ;; bucky ] woke up & thought of you, so thought i’d say hi. 

sent • 6:07 am [ sms ;; bucky ] hi

Send ✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

drafted • 12:23 am [ sms ;; bucky ] call me so i can tell you i love you

Send ☎ for a rushed text

sent • 7:47 pm [ sms ;; bucky ] in the movies. just started. too l8. gtg

Send ☏ for a loving text

sent • 2:33 pm [ sms ;; bucky ] i miss your fingers between mine

Send ⁇ for a drunk text

sent • 3:01 [ sms ;; bucky ] w e shld f uuuck

Send ø for a late night text

sent • 11:11 [ sms ;; bucky ] make a wish. ( guess what i wished for )

Send ✘ for a hateful text

sent • 4: 59 [ sms ;; bucky ] i hate you and your stupid perfect teeth

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Send me "&" for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars

the curtains dampened the soft light of the sun that proved morning had come. sophie was awake, but she hadn’t moved. she stood, looking at the dust float in the light that filtered into the room. a warm touch stirred her from the thick grogginess of morning. it was tracing a soft white line that began at the juncture of her shoulder and curved to meet her spine. 

                                        “what’cha doin’?”

her voice was scratchy from lack of use, and her eyes were still half lidded as she turned to look at him over her shoulder, but a little smile was present over parted lips.