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Scarlet

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (romantic) ft. Tiny Steve (platonic), Platonic!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and probably historical inaccuracy (I tried my best).

Summary: With the war starting, Bucky takes you to one last night out, making it the most memorable date between the both of you.

A/N: This is my entry for @sweetboybucky ‘s 1k challenge! Congrats on this milestone! I got inspired by the word Zenosyne, the sense that time keeps moving faster. Near the end, it doesn’t really follow the MCU timeline so let’s just forget that infinity war happened, okay? Okay. Lastly, thank you so much for 200 followers! 

Thank you to @whistlingwillows as always for proofreading ily

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The quiet hum of a vinyl plays in the background as Bucky stares at himself in front of a full body mirror, buttoning his last button on his uniform. He pats his arms to smooth the fabric and reaches over to where his merlot stained record player rests. He lifts the needle, halting the tune, and grabs a gift for you beside it, stuffing it into his back pocket. Bucky isn’t fond of this particular artist, but when you bought it for him unexpectedly on a date, he took it upon himself to grow to like it. Whenever he plays this on nights alone, he can’t help but think of how bright your face lit up when you found the tucked away record store you bought it from, dragging him by his bicep behind you.

Walking to his apartment door, he grabs his uniform cap from its doorknob and jogs to his mirror once again. He places the cap on his head, tilting it to the side purposefully so you can’t do it for him and mess his hair up. Giving himself one more look over, he lets out a sigh.

“Possibly the last night with my girl; Gotta impress her,” he mumbles to himself. He hopes that he looks presentable enough to accompany the stunning young woman that you are and make you swoon for one last time.

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this was amazing oh my god? your way of words are just... wOW i’m speechless. you’re amazing.

Moonlight

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Word Count: 7700. Hi my name is Rae and this has never happened before. Please don’t expect it to happen again.

Warnings: It be a flangst. Sad angry emo Steven is sad angry emo Steven. Maybe some language. 

Summary: Steve still dreams of it.

A/N: Here is my piece for the always amazing @softhairbarnes  ‘s 750 Writing Challenge, who was kind enough to give me an extension I ended up not needing. My prompt was “blue” and it… turned into this. A mess that took six weeks of frustrated tears to finally complete. I am sort of very scared out of my mind to post this, but I hope you like it. I have some notes at the end if y’all wanna read those, too.

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Steve still dreams of it.

The days in the war.

That horrible train.

His plane falling - the world growing still.

And there’s blue. So, so much blue. Enveloping him and suffocating him and wrapping him in arms that squeeze too tight and -

Steve closes his eyes and sees only blue.

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thank you so much 💛😚🌻

Sunflowers and Roses

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1066

Warnings: swearing, light-hearted death jokes, and lots of fluff

Summary: College!AU. Knowing it’s your special day and you’re flooded with exams and assignments, your boyfriend, Bucky, picks out something special for his favourite flower.

A/N: This is my first time writing fanfics ever so please bare with me. I would love to be suggested tips to help me improve my writing!  (pictures not mine)

You were truly a sight to see. Your dorm’s only source of light came from the illumination of your laptop. An hour long video of odd tapping noises played softly in the background, and your head lay on the crumpled papers covering your tiny desk, pen ink probably transferring onto your skin. Your half eaten bowl of cup noodles threatened to fall off the edge of your desk and spill its contents onto your carpeted floor.

“Love? Are you okay?” Bucky’s voice startled you awake. You took a sharp breath through your nose while rubbing your eyes.

Your boyfriend, Bucky, visited you from time to time at your dorm to make sure you’re still alive and breathing after all the studying you’ve been doing. He hasn’t seen you leave your quarters in weeks, and your meals consisted of instant noodles, coffee, 5 hour energy, and tea. He takes it upon himself to deliver you healthy food before you spontaneously combust onto the floor from all the junk you’ve been consuming.

“Shit,” you grumbled, lifting your head slightly from your desk, revealing a neon pink sticky note plastered onto your forehead. “I tried to watch those ASMR studying videos and I knocked the fuck out.”

Bucky stood beside you, chuckling at how disheveled you looked. He brushed stray strands of hair that frames your face and tucked them behind your ear. He replaced the sticky note stuck on your head with a kiss. You smiled lazily, and started to become more aware of your surroundings. There was always sense of security and peace whenever you were around him, but that feeling didn’t last long when you decided to check your phone.

“Fuck its 11:34 pm, I didn’t even study anything, end me,” as you threw your phone across the room onto your bed and slammed your head onto your textbook.

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky whispered, and you placed your head onto his stomach instead. It was more comfortable anyway. “Are you so swamped with exams that you don’t even remember what’s happening tomorrow?”

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