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Signs - Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader

Genre: fluff

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō x reader

Words: 1632

Warnings: none… well mentions of sounds that could be considered sexual right at the end.

A/N: So, this is the first story I’ve written in a while. I feel like it’s obvious that I’m not used to writing in 2nd person POV, and I might just stick to 1st or 3rd person in the future… We’ll see! Proofreading done by yours truly and the ever amazing @themoonlightfeather, so if anythings up, it’s their fault ∩(︶▽︶)∩ this story can also be found on my Wattpad

"Did he hit his head in the last match or something?" Inouka asked, subtlety gesturing to their captain. Kuroo was standing in the middle of the gym with a ball in his hands, looking out the window.

"I don't know, but he’s been off all week." Yaku replied with a sigh. Off was an understatement. Kuroo always gave his all when it came to volleyball, but this week, his head had been anywhere but the game. His pregame mantra had gotten mixed up and confusing and his blocking had gotten so sloppy. So sloppy that even Lev had no trouble spiking right past him. The last straw for Kenma was when the middle blocker had gotten spiked right in the face by Yamamoto, during a 3 on 3.

The silence was deafening for a solid second, before Kuroo sat up. A groan left his mouth as he held his head in his hands. He already knew a bruise would form on his face. The sound of laughter coming from Lev and Yaku drowned Yamamoto's string of apologies.

"That might be enough practice for today." Coach Nekomata said as he sat down on one of the benches. "The gym is free for those who want to do individual practice as long as you clean up after yourselves. Make sure you stretch before going home."

"Kuroo, are you feeling okay? You've been acting weird lately." The setter asked as he looked down at his raven-haired teammate, not feeling like helping him up.

Behind them Yamamoto continued apologising. Fukunaga was by his side, giving him a comforting pat on the top of his head.

Kuroo took a breath and got off his ass. He took a few seconds before looking around and noticed that most of the team were looking at him. A light blush covered Kuroo’s cheeks as he cleared his throat.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine. Great in fact! My head's just sorta been elsewhere the last few days." His hand had found its way to his neck where it now rested. "It's just, well... I- I got some exciting news earlier this week is all. Actually that reminds me-" he turned to look at the coaches "that I can't make it to practice tomorrow." Coach Naoi nodded with a puzzled look on his face as he noted it down on his clipboard.

“Well then. Let's get to stretching, shall we?” The captain said as if nothing had happened.

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The cold air had turned most of the volley team into Rudolf the rednosed reindeer lookalikes. Even on an early December morning, they were lively and, much to Kuroo's annoyance, loud as ever. Since the practice where Kuroo got intimate with a ball, they had been nagging him about why he was skipping.

“Why won’t you tell us? Is it bad? Are you doing something illegal?” Lev asked for the 27th time in 5 minutes.

“That's for me to know and for you to wonder.” Kuroo replied, putting both hands behind his head as he laughed. The hot breath leaving his lips turned into white mist.

“Stop saying that, you sound suspicious… and stupid” Kenma mumbled into his scarf. Kuroo was about to object but thought better of it. He knew it would result in an endless argument back and forth, like always. Instead he continued laughing as the lot walked to school.

During class, it was obvious that something was preoccupying Kuroo’s mind. The teacher took notice but was nice enough to not call on him. After all he was always so active during class, she could let it slide once.

The bell signaling lunch snapped the Nekoma captain out of his trance-like state. He shot up from his desk and threw all his stuff into his bag. The teachers had been notified that he wouldn’t attend class for the rest of the day. As he walked down the hall, a few of his teammates caught up to him.

“You’re never gonna tell us, are you?” Yamamoto sighed.

“Nope.”

“Why though? What could be so important that you’d go through all this to keep it a secret?” Yaku chimed in.

“Look,” Kuroo stopped and sighed “it’s something personal and I’d rather not talk about it right now."

And with that he left school.

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The drive from Kuroo’s house was about half an hour. Since it was the middle of the day, traffic was no problem. Kuroo parked the car as close to the terminal as he could, not wanting to have to walk too far with a bunch of stuff in his arms. He grabbed all the things from the boot of his car and looked at the time. Perfect timing. A slight warmth creeped onto his face as he grew more excited. He had waited for so long and the time was finally here.

The arrival lobby wasn’t as crowded as Kuroo had feared, making it easy for him to make himself noticeable. With a sign in one hand and a bouquet of roses in the other, he stood there, staring at the arrival exit.

In the blink of an eye it felt as if time slowed down, frozen almost. Kuroo felt his heart skip a beat, then speed up. Standing only a few meters in front of him was the most perfect being Kuroo had ever come to know. The smile that he would do anything to see. The eyes that he could stare at forever.

As your eyes met, you dropped your bags without a second thought, and charged at the tall man in front of you. He only just managed to put down the stuff he was holding before opening his arms to catch you.

The collision resulted in both of you falling to the ground, you on top with your boyfriends arms around you. Neither of you cared about the people starring in that moment. All that mattered was that you got to hold each other after being apart for so long. You nestled into his neck, breathing in through your nose to take in his scent. He did the same, resting his head on top of yours.

“I missed you.” You said after a little while, looking Kuroo in the eyes after pulling away.

“I missed you too. So much.” He said back, leaning in to steal a quick kiss from your lips.

When his lips left yours, you looked up to catch his eyes again, but noticed something on his face instead.

“Oh My God, what happened to your face?! How did you get that? Did I do that just now? I’m sorry!” You panicked, reaching up to inspect the bruise on his face. As you cupped his face, you felt his bigger, warmer hands cover yours. He leaned into your touch enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his own.

“Don’t worry, it looks worse than it is. There was a little accident at practice.” He reassured you before continuing, this time with a smug face. “But I guess it sorta is your fault. I can't help that it's impossible to get you off my mind. Especially after you told me you could come visit for Christmas.”

You giggled at his accusation and looked at him while mirroring his expression.

“Aww I’m soooo sorry, you want me to kiss your booboo?”

He nodded with a grin, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his bruised cheek. You both got off the ground, fixing yourselves a bit, before picking up the things you dropped.

You turned around to face him again after getting your bag. As you did, you got a chance to read the sign that Kuroo now held again. “Welcome back from prison”

“...I hate you.” You said, before going in for another hug.

“Hey, I was being considerate you know. Could’ve written ‘Congrats on completing rehab’ or something.” Kuroo laughed and kissed the top of your head before guiding you towards the exit. “And besides, you started this whole thing so don’t get mad at me.”

You both laugh at the memory. Back when Kuroo came to visit you, you had made a sign for him as well and since then, it became a thing. Though through time it sort of escalated into madness, or as you liked to call it dorkness.

“Well, ‘I tried to think of a cute sign, but all I can think about is your cute face’ was funny and adorable. This is just bullying.” You fake-pouted. Kuroo put his arm around your shoulders as he laughed.

“You like it when I bully you though.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“Your wish is my command, Babe.”

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Kenma and the rest of the Nekoma Volleyball club were on their way home from practice. A few lampposts and the occasional light from the surrounding houses lit up the streets. The group of boys were talking about practice when Lev caught their attention.

“Hey, isn’t this Kuroo~senpai’s house?”

The other team members nodded, confused about why that seemed like news to the russian giant.

“The lights in his room are on. Look, you can see his silhouette!” He pointed excited.

“Lev, dumbass. Stop being a creep.” Yaku scolded, though he couldn’t help but look to where his Kouhai was pointing. And sure enough, there in the window stood a dark form with an unmistaken bedhead. But as they were all looking, a second, smaller figure appeared.

“Strange, his parents aren’t home tonight…” Kenma thought out loud.

As the team looked wondering at the window, the two figures moved closer, before melting to one. The group of boys all averted their eyes as one figure got pushed against the window. The muffled sound of a moan caused them to hastily move along, not wanting to know THAT much about their captain.

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 4 years

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legends

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 5 years

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Here, have a few barn owls. They have hearts on their faces!!!

reblog this post with a cool animal species lets make a wholesome thread

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 5 years

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Pan responsable for the survival of the human race... I got ya babies, don't worry

i just took this test as a joke to see if i can survive during an apocalypse and got this result

but the funniest part is

POISON IVY?

here’s the link if anyone wants to try it

share your results too please. im interested!

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 5 years

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My first attempt at drawing Klaus Hargreeves... ‘s okay, I think.

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 5 years

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A concept...

A veeerry emo girl goes to heaven because she never did anything bad. But she never did anything good either. She really didn't do anything with her life at all. So when she's given as guardian Angel, she just does not help aT ALL. She just keeps saying stuff like "do it, or what ever" "lifes meaningless anyway" and "what's the point".

#writingconcept #writing #writing concept #writing promt #emo angle #emo #angle #heaven #writingpromt #idk man #just a concept #just a thought

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 5 years

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Midgardian folktales

Genre: Fluff

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word count: 459

Warnings: Fluff? Bad english? otherwise none, I think

A/N: This was just a little something I thought about the other day, and I thought; why not? it is very short, but i hope you will enjoy it anyway!

”It says here you were quite the player.” You said. The book of Norse Mythology was open in your lap, and you looked up at the tall frame leaning against the end of the sofa. Loki sighed.

“It also says that Thor once dressed up as a Lady Freyja to get Mjölnir back from a jötunn. And even though that would be very entertaining to see, it is but Midgardian folktales.” He said. Lately you had become obsessed with Norse Mythology because of your new boyfriend, and you wanted to know more about where he came from. But as soon as he saw you with that book he couldn´t help but laugh. Over all those years Midgardians had always made their own stories and interpretations of him.

“But, on another note, why is it called a player?” The raven-haired man asked you. You thought for a little while before answering.

“I assume it’s because the person thinks of others as kind of a game. Like, once you have cleared a level, you move on.” You said as you placed the book on the sofa and got up. Loki thought for a while. He then looked down on you, with a slight smirk tugging one side of his mouth.

“Well, darling.” He said as he took one step closer to you. “Why would I even want to play,” another step “when I’m already the winner?” You walked backward, until you felt your back hit the wall behind you. “

What do you mean?” You asked with a similar smirk.

“Love, I think you are the greatest prize one could win.” He said as he leaned down and gave you a passionate kiss. Your arms found his long hair, as his hands landed on your hips.

“Well,” you said in-between kisses “I think you are quite the catch as well.” Loki smiled into the kiss and let his cold fingers run up and down your sides. A shiver spread where his touch had been. Loki broke the kiss and rested his forehead on yours.

“I love you.” He said as he let go of you to go out into the kitchen. You stood there dumbfounded for a moment as it hit you. That was the first time he had said that to you. You couldn’t hide the dumb smile forming on your face. He loves me you thought to yourself, as you sat back down onto the sofa and picked up the book again.

Bonus:

“Loki, darling?” you called from the sofa. “Yeah?” It came from the kitchen. “Did you really have sex with a horse?”The sound of a spoon hitting the bottom of the sink was heard together with a loud groan from your boyfriend. “For heavens sake. NO!”

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 6 years

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How many Supernatural fans are there on Tumblr?

You are only allowed to reblog this ONCE. Any more than once and this is completely ruined.

Reblog if you’re a Supernatural fan so we can see how many of us there are out there!

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Reblog if you support equal rights because I do 💕

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Imma just put this here...

Reblog if you think Bucky deserved his own movie

I swear if anyone says Captain America, The Winter Solider was his own movie I’m gonna flip.

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 6 years

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That awkward moment...

when you are in the car, reading your much deserved smut and an unsolicited NSFW gif pops up and you're sitting next to someone...

#smut #bucky x reader #x reader #bucky smut #marvel smut #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x reader #thor x reader #thor smut #loki x reader #loki smut #dr. strange x reader #dr. strange smut #peter quill x reader #peter quill smut #i'm too lazy to tag all characters #avengers

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Avengers AU, where Bucky is a goat keeper and has named his goats after all the Avengers:

Bucky: "Hey Steve, I named my goat after you"

*shows him the smallest, most fragile goat ever*

Steve *wipes tear away*: "I love him"

#bucky #avengers #avengers au #bucky is a goat keeper #steve rogers #captain america #winter soldier #avengers infinity war #bucky au #white wolf #fagile goat #wakanda #wakanda forever #wakanda goat keeper

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elle-and-the-fandoms · 6 years

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When I come home...

Paring: 40!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: angst, implied sexual encounter, death, panic attack.

Wordcount: 2398

Authors note: So, I know not everything is in perfect historical order, but I tried. I really did. Also, just putting it out there, English is my second language, so I apologise for possible spelling/grammar mistakes. Hope you enjoy!

1939

Her and Bucky. There had never been a more iconic match. A dynamic duo. They had been together since the day she won a bet and made him run naked down the streets of New York. He didn’t believe that she could drink a beer faster than him. And boy was he wrong. And even though their son wasn’t a part of the plan, they had never been happier. They had been married shortly before, a little wedding, only with close friends and family. Steve being Bucky’s best man, and Peggy, her best friend since childhood, was her made-of-honour. Grant was born that night. Still in her wedding dress, and Bucky in his suit, they had rushed to the hospital. The doctors called it a miracle birth, considering how fast and smooth it went. And only a few hours later, their son was born. He was a little ray of sunshine, looking exactly like his father. Or so Steve thought at least. And Steve had been his godfather, the inspiration for his name, Grant James Barnes, and he had been there since day one. Considering she was a few years younger than Bucky, being 18 when she got pregnant, it had been a big help having an extra helping hand. And Bucky loved both of them with all his heart, and swore, from the day their son was born, that he would protect them with his life.

1940

“Look at you, Sergeant Barnes.” She said with a smirk as the man walked in to their shared room, wearing his new uniform. “I must say, you look quite fine. I never could resist a man in a uniform.” She walked in front of him, running her hands slowly over his torso. He laughed that wonderful laugh, that gave her butterflies in her stomach. A deep laugh, she could feel on every part of her body “I betcha couldn’t, doll.” He said, his voice low and husky. He was just about to tackle her, when they heard the door creak and a little-boy laugh followed by an “eewwww”. The sergeant smiled at the sound and turned around, hunting Grant around the kitchen and living room. She looked at the scene in front of her. The perfect dad, he was loving, caring and had always time to play. He would help out in the kitchen and with the cleaning as much as he could and would always be there for her.

“How did I get this lucky?” She asked herself. “Huh? You said somethin’ doll?” Bucky yelled from the kitchen, the little boy laughing hysterical as his father tickled him. She shook her head and sat down on the bed. She suddenly felt a little weight on the bed behind her and looked around se her son smiling like a madman. He really did look like Bucky. “What are you smiling about, young ma...” she didn’t get to finish her sentence as she was tackled by her husband and pushed down in the soft madras. “James, GET OF ME!” she playfully hit him and tried to push him away. “YOU’RE CRUSHING MEEE.” Bucky looked at his son, pretending to be confused. “Did you hear something, buddy?” Grant shook his head, but he could keep the mask and started laughing. And so did she and Bucky. She locked her arms around his torso and hugged him tightly. “Please come back home when you’re done punching the Nazis. And promise me you won’t die” and he kissed her forehead. “I won’t. I promise.”

1942

Late at night, she heard a knock on the door and raced to it. Bucky hadn’t been home for weeks, and both her and Grant missed him oh so much. She received a few letters from him, but it wasn’t the same. She needed him in her arms, to feel him and know that he was okay. And Grant kept asking when daddy would come home. “Soon.” Was all she could say, because she didn’t know. She didn’t know when her husband would come home. And it tore her apart. Every knock on the door, would give her a rush of adrenaline - because what if he was home? Usually, it was just the mailman delivering a letter from the man she longed for, or a friendly neighbour coming to check on her. But this time, the knocking was a bit different. Just the slightest change in the rhythm and she got her up. And to all her joy, the figure behind the door, was indeed her husband. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she saw the man she had been waiting for, for so long. “Hey doll.” He said with an exhausted voice. She could see the tiredness in his features and demanded that he sat down. She would cook him his favourite dish, while he relaxed. Although before he said down he heard small feel running and small arms lock around his waist. “DADDY!” Grant squealed, the biggest smile on his face. “Hey buddy. Isn’t it way past your bedtime?” Bucky asked, hugging his son back with all his being. She smiles from the kitchen and continued her cooking.

While he was eating, Bucky told stories about how uncle Steve became Captain America and how much they had done together. And Grant listened and looked at his father with big eyes. He really enjoyed hearing these stories. But she couldn’t enjoy it. All it did was remind her of how much she missed him, and how much she was going to miss him when he left again. How much danger he was in, and how much it would hurt if he got hurt. But she kept reminding herself that he was here now. And that she should be happy about that. And of course, she was, but the though of him going away again broke her heart.

It was past midnight when she felt the other side of the bed shift. “Doll, are ya awake?” she mumbled a yes and turned to look at him. She felt his arms around her hips, pulling her closer. She rested her chin in the crook of his neck and took in his scent. Leather and a whiff of that aftershave she got him last spring for his birthday. Bucky’s hand moved down from her hips to her ass, where he grabbed a bit harder and pulled her on top, so she was straddling him. She took of the shirt she was sleeping in, his shirt, because she knew he needed to feel her. To touch her. And she to feel him. To touch him and feel that he was home. Even if it was just for a couple of days.

They panted, and Bucky fell down beside her. He looked at her and his gaze quickly changed from the daze of pleasure, to concern, as tears rolled down her face. “Doll, wh- what’s wrong? Did I hurt you, why are you cr-” he got interrupted by her, as she rolled over and hugged him tightly. “No no, I- I’m just gonna miss you s- so fucking much.” She cried as he hugged her back. The fell asleep while Bucky whispered sweet, assuring things in her ears. There was no way in hell he was going to leave her. Ever.

1943

She was pacing the floor of the living room. The 107th had had a mission in Germany and Bucky had written her a letter every day. But one day they stopped coming. “They probably ran out of paper or ink.” She tried to calm herself. Grant was sitting in the couch playing with a wooden car. “Daddy will be home soon, right?” he asked. She just hummed, because she knew that if she tried to talk she would break. A knock on the door grabbed her attention and in three quick steps she was over at the door and opened it. There, in all his greatness was Steve. He sure had grown. She looked at him with tired, yet hopefull eyes and asked if he knew anything about Bucky’s whereabouts. He took a deep breath, he couldn’t meet her eyes. “Can I come in?”

She had never been that happy. Seeing the 107th and her husband clinging to Steve. She had asked Peggy if it was possible to stay at the compound and Peggy had asked around and cashed in a favour. So, she was there when they came home. And boy, was Bucky happy to see her. She looked like an angle standing there between all the soldiers, like a beacon of light and love. Their eyes locked and she pushed past everyone in front of her to get to her husband. Never had she wanted to hold him more. She didn’t care that he was dirty and that they were in public. She pulled him in for a kiss and she didn’t pull away until her lungs was begging her for air. There was a few whistles and some comments from Bucky’s fellow soldiers, but they couldn’t care less. They had longed for each other for so long. “I missed you, doll. I’m sorry I worried you.” She couldn’t speak, all that came out was happy sobs. “Grant?” he asked his wife, in-between kisses. “With the neighbour.” She replied with a small voice. Damn, Bucky had missed her voice. He had missed her so very much. She was all he had though about. Through all those weeks, the mere thought of her smile, her laugh, the little sparkle in her eyes was enough to keep him going. And to feel her in his arms again, it was a sensation beyond any other.

1945

“Are you angry at me?” Oh, she was angry. Angry at Steve, angry at her husband, angry at the world for allowing this stupid war. “There is no way in HELL I’m allowing you to go.” She had lost him before and damn it if she was gonna loose him a second time. Bucky had come home and told her about a special operation Steve had asked him to be a part of. He had explained it as if it was no big deal, just a routine mission. But she wasn’t stupid. She knew it was bigger and much more dangerous and that was why he was so calm about it. he didn’t want to freak her and Grant out. Their son was turning six in two weeks and he was beginning to understand the seriousness of their conversations. “Grant, can you go outside and play with your friends for a while? Mommy and daddy need to talk private please.” She asked her son. He nodded with a smile and ran outside into the cold January weather. “Grant, your jacket!” Bucky yelled after him. Their son zoomed in the door again, grabbed his jacket and ran outside again where his friends were waiting for him.

“I can’t let Steve down darlin’.” She shook her head and got out of the chair she was sitting in. “I know he is your best friend James, but seriously?! I am your WIFE! WE HAVE A CHILD FOR CHRIST SAKE!” He got up and tried to calm her, but she wasn’t finished. “YOU CAN’T EXPECT ME TO BE FINE WITH YOU RUNNING AROUND, PUTTING YOUR LIFE AT RISK EVERY CHANCE YOU’RE GIVEN! I DON’T EVEN WANNA IMAGINE HOW GRANT WILL REACT. James, you have a family and we need you, he needs you, I NEED YOU!” She took a deep breath. Bucky’s arms snaked around her waist and he pulled her in for a hug. “I can’t say no and I’m pretty sure you know that.” She nodded, loud sobs slipping out here and there.

The living room was dark except for a single lid candle on the coffee table. She hadn’t heard from Bucky or Steve and it was eating her up. Next to the candle, was two letters. One from Steve and one from Bucky. She wasn’t sure which one she should read first. Grant was asleep and she would have been as well, if it wasn’t for the anxiety that had begun to build up inside her the day he left. Finally she opened her eyes and picked up the letter from Steve. The sound of paper ripping was the only thing heard in the otherwise quiet room. She took a deep breath and skimmed the letter, until her eyes fell unto a paragraph that she had hoped and prayed to never, in her whole life, read.

“I am so sorry for your loss”

The tears were rolling down here cheeks and she sobbed uncontrollably. The grief, that had placed its seeds the day he departed, sprouted. The feeling of emptiness filled her entire body. A shear feeling of nothingness crashed over her and weighed her down, clutched her soul and threatened to break it like it was nothing but a meaningless stick in a forest. It was like a hole in her heart. A missing piece that could never be replaced. The air she had been breathing only seconds ago began to feel thick and she gasped, trying her best to keep her emotions under control, but without success. Her head was numb, and she felt like screaming, but then she remembered the little boy in the bedroom down the hall. Her little ray of sunshine. Her throat began to loosen up and her breath became more natural. Tears were still dripping from her cheeks as she picked up the second letter. The letter from her husband.

“Darling

I miss you. How are you doing? Has it snowed more since I left? Everything is covered in snow over here. It really beautiful. I wish you were here to enjoy it with me. Steve has made a drawing. I’ll show you when I get home.

How is Grant? Is he excited to start school? I’m sure he’ll do great. I don’t know how to tell you, but I don’t think I’m going to make it back in time for his birthday. I’ll make sure to buy him exactly what he wants when I get home.

I’m sorry. I know how much you must hate me for leaving, but I’ll make it up to you when I get home.

I love you.

I’ll see you when I get home.

James”

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #james barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #sebastian stan x reader #x reader #40s!bucky #40s!bucky x reader #bucky angst #angst #bucky imagine #bucky fic #fanfic #james bucky barnes #james bucannan barnes #40s!bucky barnes x reader #40s!Bucky imagine

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