hi, i love ur writing! can i request a fluff drabble where bucky finds reader crying, not for anything sad, just like a silly cute happy reason, anything u want. thank u!! <3
(tw: fluff, tiny bit of angst if you squint? to the lovely anon: thank you so much for your message! I loved writing this, hope it's what you were looking for! 🩶)
The sound jolts Bucky awake. The tiniest of sniffles breaking through the quiet of the night. Cool sheets where you should be urging him out of bed before he's barely opened his eyes.
Bare feet silently carry him forward, his heart racing, emotions threatening to send him spiraling. He doesn't draw a breath until he finds you. Curled up on the couch under a blanket, phone screen illuminating your wet lashes.
"Sweetheart," he chokes out, knees on the verge of giving out while he processes what he's seeing. Crying, yes. But there's no threat, or danger, or any obvious problem to fix. "What-"
You hadn't meant to wake him. Sleep kept alluding you until you finally retreated to the living room - planning to mindlessly scroll long enough for exhaustion to take over. You should have known he'd notice before that'd happen.
"I'm okay," you offer with a sheepish smile, tossing the phone onto the opposite end of the couch. "Just couldn't sleep."
"Supposed to wake me," he counters, watching you wipe the tears from your cheeks. At least you're okay. At least he feels like an actual human being again. Eyeing the dark phone screen, his shaky legs take another couple steps towards you, "Pet reunion videos again?"
Voice wrecked like he's been through battle.
"The foster puppy is finally playing," you explain, trying to laugh through the fresh tears building. "Sorry I worried you." Your genuine apology overtaken by another wave of emotion.
"Aw, sweet girl," he chuckles warmly, crossing the last bit of distance to join you. To wrap you up in his embrace, encourage you tell him all about the random cute dog you've fallen in love with. Your words barely intelligible against his chest, but he listens. Actually cares.
Rubs your back while you recount the story. Brushes the fresh tears from your cheeks when you apologize for being hormonal.
"Human," Bucky gently corrects, settling back on the couch, weighted blanket draped over you. "Got me ready to cry, sweetheart. Poor thing's getting a second chance."
One arm tightens around you while metal fingers coax you to look up at him. Intense blue eyes meeting yours.
"Hope he's as lucky as I am."
Featherlight graze of vibranium along the moisture starting to collect on your eyelashes before you're smothering your face against his chest again.
Words muffled, laughter warming his skin, "can't say stuff like that," before tears spill over once again.
Bucky doesn't mind, just wraps you up tighter, somehow falling more in love with you. His sweet, gorgeous, empathetic girl.
Careful fingers dry your face with the corner of the blanket and then he's kissing you, lips brushing yours until you're melting against him. Leg thrown over his, half your weight sprawled across him, sinking him deeper into the couch cushions.
"Come're," he exhales, pulling you even further on top of him, quieting your reflexive, barely-existent protest with another kiss. "Need you closer, sweetheart."
There's no resisting it. You just snuggle down, sighing softly when he readjusts the blanket, ensuring you're both covered. His fingers starting a slow, rhythmic path along your back. Your breaths growing longer with each pass.
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he whispers, metal fingers stroking your arm, lulling you deeper under his spell. "Never gonna let anything bad happen to you."
Your soft noise of appreciation met with a forehead kiss, Bucky's beard tickling your nose.
"So you watch all the animals videos you want, sweet girl," he continues, fingers stroking down your spine. "Won't ever make fun of you for it."
Heavy palm settles against your lower back for a moment, vibranium fingers wrapped around your soft bicep, a tender squeeze to drive home his next plea.
"Just wake me next time, okay?"
Voice relaxed, fingers resuming their hypnotic caress, accepting your contented sigh for the yes that it is.
"Even if it's to tell me to leave you alone and go back to sleep."
A huff of surprised laughter shakes you both, Bucky leaning in to smile against your forehead.
"Wakin' me ain't about me havin' to entertain you," he murmurs, easily settling you back down with familiar strokes along your flank. "Just lets me know you didn't disappear on me."
That's all he needs, really. To know that, after everything, he's still worthy of being loved. Of asking for more. Of having another little slice of peace wherever he can.
And he knows you'll always do whatever you can to offer it to him.
such dedicated like accurate to time and place writing. the amount of research you do? you just have a very distinguishable style in my eyes and like God, architect was just one of the first ronance fics that really drew me in
awwww bestie 🥲🥲🥲 thank you so much I loved doing the research it was one of my fav things about writing Architect and I learned so much about queer history and I feel like writing that fic radicalized me even more than I already was because of the research I did.
It’s a bit older, but this is the interview I read after finding the “Move” video a few months ago and it’s one of many reasons why I fell so hard for this precious human.
Ahhhhhh... So I finally had some time to read "til the end of time" and... Just... AHHHHHH! I can't. First, HOTTT. Past bucky and future Steve: 🔥🥵. All 3 of them: 🥴🥵😵. BUT THEN. THAT LAST CHAPTER. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😥 POOR BUCKY! AND *STEVE*! AND FUTURE BUCKY! AND FUTURE STEVE! AAAAAAAAAAA! HUGS FOR EVERYONE! (At least we know that Stucky find each other in the end). Seriously, congrats, this was so hot and emotional and just... No words, only feels. 😍🥵🤒🥴😭🥺😰🤕🤯 (in a good way).
'Til The End Of Time
Yes!!!
Thank you!!
Yeah, unfortunately I had to end it on that note because... yeah. What lies ahead for a 1940s Bucky isn't good :/ Hugs for everyone indeed though! You included! Thanks for taking the time to read it!
Love, are your readings closed? I wanted to get one since the day you posted that you will do this but if you have lots, don't worry and stay healthy.
🥺 it's closed. I will probably do it again sometime later. I will let you know the details when it happens. Take my hugs till then 🤗🤗 ILY. You take care too ♥️
