The Letter: How Cardan Wrote It:

the letter: how cardan wrote it:

from the summary, i thought the heart monitor was actually broadcasting to the entire world, like through a news outlet or a website... why did i think that...

anyways. this was so cute!! i could almost hear the heart monitor going off bc of reader and i was laughing quietly to myself the whole time. like that moment she walked in and in the silence, there was only beeping??? so funny but so sweet. steve and nat definitely knew what was up and i’m living for it. i can imagine their teasing!!

do i move you

— Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader — Summary: Bucky often ends up in the hospital because of his fathom-limb pain and other issues related to his injury. That never was a problem for him—but the heart monitor broadcasting to the entire world what happens inside of him when Y/n walks in might be. — Word count: 1.5k — A/n: This is a fluff fest! The prompt was sent to me here. If you enjoy it, feedback is appreciated & highly encouraged and motivates me to write even more. You can consider supporting me on Ko-Fi, as well. Mistakes/errors might be here, let me know if you find any.

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Bucky was a fool to have let her come.

What else was supposed to happen?

Ever since he first laid eyes on her, Y/n had shaken his foundations. His stupid heart has always answered to her presence. The only difference is that so far, whenever it happened, they were together at work, surrounded by the smell of old books or sharing a nice cup of coffee before Bucky walked her home and then, went back to his place feeling a little lighter and a lot more in love than the day before.

Never before had he had a heart monitor strapped to his chest.

Bucky is an idiot.

Y/n walks in and, like a traitor, the monitor announces to her and everyone else in the room — thanks universe, for the fact that Steve and Natasha will never forget this — just how much she affects him.

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everything about this. bucky opening up to reader, reader being so kind and patient. the friendship and the tension!!!! the two of them being soft and loving in bed!!!! and at a slow pace!!!! the angst and the fluff and the many feelings. i’m feeling it!!

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Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: angst, extreme heart warming fluff, mutual pining, slight cursing, i just want my precious Bucky baby to find PEACE

synopsis: Bucky comes over to your apartment for the first time since letting you into his guarded heart.

a/n: this might be my favorite thing i’ve ever written. please, enjoy. written for and inspired by my sweet @babebr​

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starting the song of achilles. i’ve heard good things about it (and by that i mean it made a lot of people cry). idk what else to say besides the fact that i’m a little scared but very excited to read this.

future me, thoughts?

two days later (i think) and i’m back and ready to ramble! also, spoilers ahead.

i smiled a lot and squealed a little as i read, so nothing out of the ordinary. now i’m gonna drop some lines from the book...

His gaze, which had been following the circling fruit, flickered to mine. I did not have time to look away before he said, softly but distinctly, “Catch.” A fig leapt from the pattern in a graceful arc towards me. It fell into the cup of my palms, soft and slightly warm.

what was this. this. this made me squeal and i’m still not sure why. maybe it’s bc i would’ve squealed if i’d seen this in person... (also, i’m now realizing i don’t really like the way “squeal” looks.) but the FIGS the figs the figs!!

“Show me your hand.”

I did, palm out. He rested his own palm against it.

i liked this. yup, i did.

His lips were parted slightly, an arm thrown carelessly above his head. He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch the life return.

HELLO do you hear me screaming??? that last line in particular got me.

This morning he had leapt onto my bed and pressed his nose against mine. “Good morning,” he’d said. I remembered the heat of him against my skin.

i’m so... my heart was so warm. this made me so happy. it was just a “good morning” and a touch, but it was so innocent and sweet.

He ran at me, pushed me backwards onto my cot. Leaned over me. ... His hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but him.

this... this seemed a little less innocent but still innocent imo... also got me smiling like an idiot. anyways...

He watches me. It seems that he is waiting.

he was always waiting for him to be ready. for him to realize that he’s ready. for him to take that small step. achilles was so patient with patroclus. and then the KISS omg that got me. i knew (more like hoped) it was coming but i still let my jaw drop. and when achilles ran off, i knew why... they were on the beach. but it was still upsetting. and my jaw dropped again when thetis lifted patroclus off his feet, hand around his throat.

“Patroclus.” Pa-tro-clus.

I did not move.

The knees lifted, and hands reached down to turn me, gently, over. Achilles was looking down at me.

“I hoped that you would come,” he said.

i thought patroclus wouldn’t be able to catch up to achilles but achilles actually waited for him!! he didn’t wanna go without him!!

Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.

this made me heart thump so fast. also when they talked about how much they’ve changed physically... and achilles traced parts of patroclus... YUP.

“You would not be displeased, I think. With how you look now.”

this. this is a great way to tell patroclus that you think he’s attractive. almost seemed nonchalant.

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

this made me feel so many things. oh to know and love another person like this.

and then the prophecy... hector... and this line:

“Well, why should I kill him? He’s done nothing to me.”

somehow... i had this feeling... i went, yeah, achilles, you keep telling yourself that.

I thought, This is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered: he will never be old.

ouch.

His gaze was on me always, preternaturally sensing the moment when a soldier’s eyes widened at the easy target I presented. Before the man drew another breath, he would cut him down.

yes yes yes. i loved this. achilles literally protecting patroclus on the battlefield, like it’s primal.

His hands were in his lap, spear-callused but beautiful still. No hands had ever been so gentle, or so deadly.

patroclus has seen so many men fall at the hands of achilles. he saw, firsthand, the strength, speed, and accuracy of those hands and he still thinks of them as beautiful, gentle and kind.

but y’all... my heart dropped when patroclus said:

“... Put me in your armor, and I will lead the Myrmidons.”

he froze the first time he stepped onto the battlefield. i don’t blame him at all, but then he wanted to throw himself headfirst into battle. i thought, this isn’t gonna end well, he’s gonna die the second he steps out there. he’ll trip or drop his spear and it’ll be over... but he actually fought and he did it well. it was as if he was possessed by achilles, just by wearing his armor, which sounds pretty incredible.

but then he tries to climb the walls of troy??? idk what possessed him to do that, and then apollo... and then hector... and then pain. and patroclus couldn’t even rest peacefully bc he wasn’t buried properly bc achilles wouldn’t let him (or rather, his body) go. and when patroclus visits(?) achilles in his sleep and asks him to bury his body... and achilles wakes up and weeps over the body... y’all...

and achilles returned hector’s body, which made me a bit emotional. and then he burned patroclus’s body and collected the ashes himself and asked to be buried with him... that made me a bit more emotional.

and then apollo again and paris with the arrow... and i thought, well at least they’re together now. and they can rest peacefully, but nope. first it was:

His ashes settle among mine, and I feel nothing.

and then it was:

“A slave has no place in his master’s tomb. If the ashes are together, it cannot be undone, but I will not allow my father’s fame to be diminished. The monument is for him, alone.”

that hurt, especially bc patroclus saw this happening and couldn’t do anything about it. and then poor briseis... i liked her and i’m glad patroclus helped her. i wasn’t very surprised when she kissed him though, kinda expected it seeing as he saved her and was very kind to her. and she was pretty brave.

anyways, patroclus bonded with thetis??? and she added his name to the grave?? and (basically) sent him off to achilles!!!!

and then they finally meet again and it’s really sweet and i’m really happy for them... but there were little tears, which i don’t understand. maybe my brain is still trying to process this... but either way, it was a beautiful book. (maybe i’ll reread it one day.)

i’ve only read this three times so far but it’s just as good as the first time, maybe even better. all i know is that this is amazing. the miscommunication. the hurt. the angst. this is what i signed up for. and yes, the resolution at the end is nice... but this...

You step just out of his reach, denying him. Something akin to hurt flashes across his face.

THIS is my favourite part. something about this, idk what it is but it gets to me. hits me right in the chest. this is the good kinda pain. i can’t explain it. but don’t you explain it to me. i don’t wanna hear about how i read angst to fill whatever hole is in my life or whatever psychological thing(s) it involves. just let me enjoy my angst.

Can’t get the words out

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky’s been awfully distant lately. You don’t think your heart can take what you know he’s about to say. 

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: Angst 

a/n: I’m so happy everyone enjoyed my first oneshot!! Here’s another one!

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“You always bake at 3am, or do you have a bake sale coming up we don’t know about?” Tony’s voice carries across the kitchen, startling you into dropping the cupcake you were icing. You reach down to grab it and throw him a glare. 

“If I was having a bake sale, you just lost your cut of the profits.” 

“Doesn’t work that way, Marie Callender. I provide the kitchen, I get some of the cash.” He grabs a cookie off one of the many pans strewn about the kitchen. “Seriously though, what’s with the baked goods?” 

You sigh, abandoning the piping bag and wiping the excess icing from your hands onto your apron. It was Bucky’s. You gave it to him after he’d made you dinner for the third time. 

In all honesty, you don’t really have a reason for why you were baking enough to feed an army at three in the morning. You aren’t notorious for supplying the team with sweets, nor are you aware of any hidden personal hobbies involving the kitchen. You have just tried everything else already. You tried reading a book, taking a walk, watching a movie, and even writing in a journal. You knew that last one wouldn’t do anything for you, but it was after you tried to leave the compound in the late hours of the night and Steve was already waiting at the door to turn you back around. It was a last resort.

You tried it all and absolutely nothing could get your mind off of how distant Bucky was being, how standoffish he had been acting for the past 3 weeks. It came out of nowhere, honestly. You’ve been together for years and nothing seemed amiss. Up until a few weeks ago, you were so unbelievably happy you didn’t think anything could go wrong.

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Locke: I am a very bad person. I am a very very bad person. I am a horrible person.

Jude:

Cardan:

Taryn:

Nicasia:

Valerian:

Locke: “No you’re not Locke, we still love you Locke.”