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Out of Left Field Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Couple of swear words, fluffy bunnies and unicorns, mention of Billy’s past.

Word Count: 3.2K-ish

Summary: Continued from Part One. You can read the first part HERE Your first date with Billy is unexpected but in a good way.

A/N: My lovely @jvanilly had asked if I could expand from part one and it took awhile to come up with an idea but I am really pleased with the way it turned out. I hope you like it!

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“So where did he say he was taking you?” Jackie asked, leaning across the table with a wide smile on her face.

You met her out for coffee that morning before your first date with Billy.

The last place you expected to meet someone AND be asked out on a date was at a baseball game but here you were, talking to your friend about your upcoming date.

Billy was extremely handsome, charming, ran his own business, and he had saved you from a very uncomfortable situation involving a very drunk fan.

“He didn’t say, Jackie. All he said was wear casual clothes and sneakers.” You said while nervously picking at the sticker on your coffee cup.

Of course, Jackie knew how nervous you were. She swatted your hand to keep you from picking at the sticker.

“Will you stop fidgeting! You’re gonna have fun; he is gorgeous and you could tell how smitten he was with you from a mile away.” She said.

“You think so?” You asked.

Jackie was comic relief is most situations but she was very serious when she replied, “I know so, sweetie. He barely took his eyes off of you for the rest of the game. And the way he leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek? He had me blushing! What are you gonna wear?”

Raising your eyebrows, you threw your hands up and shrugged your shoulders.

“I dunno…thought about just wearing a white t-shirt, jeans and white sneakers. Maybe a light jacket in case it gets cooler later?” You replied.

She pondered for a minute. “I’ll allow that.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Oh, well thank you for approving my wardrobe choices.”

The two of you had a good laugh and you told her you’d talk to her later after your date if it wasn’t too late.

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“How many styles of white t-shirts do I have, anyway?” You said out loud to yourself while trying to get ready.

You had become comfortable with Billy. Not just at the game but the phone conversations that followed. He did call after the game and admitted that he couldn’t wait to get home that night to be able to talk to you again.

It’s a good thing he couldn’t tell you were blushing over the phone because you really couldn’t help it. Billy’s voice was so smooth like warm honey, almost hypnotizing as he talked about his company.

He sounded excited that he was giving veterans purpose again after they had served their country. Some of them didn’t know what to do with themselves when they got out, all they had ever known was combat but Anvil gave them an opportunity to do what they do best…and what they did best was protect and serve. But this time they were doing it for a private contractor.

Finally pleased with your outfit choice, you finished getting ready quickly because Billy would be arriving soon to pick you up.

You texted him.

Just let me know when you’re outside, I’ll come down.

He wrote back.

Absolutely not, I’m coming up to get you.

This took you by surprise; you weren’t used to men making that extra effort, going that extra mile to treat you well, and happy to do so. The guys you were used to going out with did the bare minimum but wanted extra effort from you and you were tired of it.

Your stomach jumped into your throat when you heard the buzzer ring. Billy was downstairs.

“Hello? Billy, is that you?” You asked.

“Yeah beautiful, it’s me.” He replied.

Biting down on your lower lip, you tried to keep yourself from smiling too much but you were very excited to see him again.

“Ok, come on up!” You said excitedly.

Billy lightly tapped on your door and you rushed to open it. He looked just as handsome as you remembered, wearing a gray t-shirt, dark jeans, white sneakers and a baseball hat. He greeted you with that same million-dollar smile that he left you with that day.

“Ah, there she is. You ready to go, y/n?” He asked.

“I am but are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” You asked.

His mouth split into a sly smile and he winked at you when he replied, “Oh no…it’s a surprise, sweet girl. Let’s go.”

Wherever you were going, Billy seemed really excited to take you there so you locked the door behind you and off you went. On the way to your destination, he removed his hat and asked you sit back and place the hat over your eyes so you couldn’t see where he was taking you.

“I’ve seen movies like this, Billy.” You said sternly but playfully and giving him the side eye.

Billy chuckled a little. “I wanna keep it a surprise so humor me, please?”

“Well since you asked nicely.” You said.

After parking the car and walking a few blocks, with your eyes to the ground, he told you to look up from the sidewalk.

You were at Yankee Stadium.

Confused but with a slight smile, you asked him, “Uh, what are we doing here, Billy? There’s no game here tonight, they’re on the road.”

“You’re right about that but I’ve arranged for a private tour of the stadium, just you and me.” He said, lacing his fingers with yours. “We can do whatever we want…within reason.”

There was that smile again.

Billy drew your hand up to his mouth to place a soft kiss on the back of your hand, never taking his eyes off of you. Warmth rushed to your cheeks and your heart was beating so rapidly, you thought it might explode. This had to be the best date you had ever been on and it had barely started.

“Wait…so I get to wander around Yankee Stadium unsupervised?” You joked.

He laughed again. You loved his laugh already.

“Well not completely unsupervised but for the most part, yeah.”

A shy smile stretched across your lips. You had trouble finding the words to say to him for taking you on an incredible date but you knew it must have been expensive.

“How were you able to do this, Billy? Look, I know they don’t just LET you do something like this. It must have cost a small fortune and I’m not sure I deserve it.” You said.

He inched closer to you, closing the gap between your bodies he gazed down at you and brushed his knuckles against your cheek. His eyes looked like two pieces of dark chocolate and they were very easy to get lost in.

“Is it wrong that I wanted to take you on a nice first date?” Asked Billy.

You shook your head, still looking up into those endless brown eyes.

“And of course you deserve it. Come on, let’s go have some fun.” He said as he kissed your forehead and gently pulled you toward the entrance.

Billy Russo was making it very easy to fall for him.

“Do you even know where you’re going?” You called out after him, going down a tunnel.

“I have no idea but we’re gonna find out.” He said with a childlike smile.

The two of you led each other down a labyrinth of underground tunnels and what seemed like mazes all around the stadium. You didn’t know what area you were going to pop out of next and it didn’t matter because you were having such a great time.

You made your way out into the outfield where Monument Park was. All of the retired numbers of past Yankee greats were out there…Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth, Joe DiMaggio, Lou Gehrig, Thurman Munson, Roger Maris, Yogi Berra, and Don Mattingly…just to name a handful.

You wandered around all of the retired numbers and found Billy standing in front of Joe DiMaggio’s plaque and monument. He felt you standing close to him without even turning around and that’s when he started to speak.

“Ya know growin’ up in the group home, we’d play stickball in the street all the time. I thought I was pretty good, had a pretty decent arm. I wanted to play outfield just like Joe DiMaggio but uh, when my arm got broken and my rotator cuff was torn…I knew that could never happen.” He said softly, almost at a whisper like he was ashamed.

A gentle breeze picked up and brushed against your warm skin as you carefully moved closer to him and lightly touched him on the arm.

“Billy?” You started to say.

“Come on, let’s go run the bases.” He said with an uncomfortable smile. “They said they left something in the dugout for us.”

Billy headed to the outfield with you following close behind but you were still trying to process what just happened. Something about that story didn’t sit well with you, like he left out information that he just wasn’t comfortable telling you yet but you let it go for now and continued with your date.

Being on the field and looking up into the stands was surreal. You had always wondered what it looked like from down there and it was amazing.

You let the well-manicured grass glide through your fingers, touched the dirt along the base path, and were curious as to what the texture of the chalk they used to line home plate with felt like.

Standing tall on second base, you found yourself just taking in the sights all around you, from the advertisements, to the dugouts, along the foul lines, and the centerfield bleachers; the smile on your face stretched from ear to ear, you had a hard time remembering the last time you had this much fun on a date.

Billy called out to you from the dugout.

“They left gloves and a ball for us to toss around!”

You jogged in from second base.

“Will your arm be ok to do that, Billy?” You asked.

He smiled. “It’ll be alright, sweet girl. Just don’t go too far.” Said Billy with a little laugh.

“Well shit, I don’t know how far you think I can throw but I’m gonna tell ya, it’s not that far.” You said, trying to lighten the mood a little.

The ball hit his glove with a sharp smack. Billy looked rather impressed.

“Did you ever play, y/n?” He asked.

A laugh escaped your lips that surprised you just as much as it surprised him.

“HA! No, I didn’t play but my brother did and I used to help him warm up sometimes.” You said.

He motioned for you to come to him. “Come here, beautiful. They left something else for us too.”

Inside the dugout were boxes of popcorn and a couple bottles of beer. The experience of sitting inside the Yankee dugout was almost magical; it was something that you only thought was possible in a dream and it was with someone that you already had deep feelings for even though you didn’t know him very well.

Billy was so guarded and you felt like even telling you about his arm was difficult for him but opening himself up even just that little bit gave you hope that maybe he would eventually share more about himself with you.

Yankee highlights played on the large screen in the outfield while you and Billy talked. More like, you talked and he listened.

“I feel like I’m talking too much.” You said, turning to face him and pulling one leg up onto the dugout bench.

“Yeah, sorry…my relationships usually don’t involve this much talking.” He said.

When he said that, for a split second it made you think that maybe he was just a womanizer and he was doing all of this to just get in your pants but he corrected himself.

“No, I didn’t mean for it to come out that way. I wanna be honest with you in that I really don’t do relationships, they’re usually just a physical thing for me, no emotional attachments. I was always made to think attachments were a weakness.” He said.

“This isn’t exactly the best way to proposition me, Billy.” You said sarcastically with a slight smile.

You enjoyed making Billy laugh and you just had a feeling it didn’t happen very often. He tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and he moved in closer. It was close enough to inhale the scent of his cologne and smell the beer on his lips.

“What I meant to say is, I’ve never had a better date than the one I’m on right now. Women I go out with usually don’t try and get me to laugh or have a good time. They’re just…meaningless. But I feel something when I’m with you and even when I’m just talking to you on the phone. I don’t know what those feelings are quite yet but I know that I…I like you, y/n.”

Your heart ached for him. What could have happened that he felt like he couldn’t form any kind of emotional attachments to anyone?

“I like you too, Billy…a lot.” You said with a kind smile.

His lips were so close to yours when the “kiss cam” appeared on the screen, showing the two of you in the dugout and a heart around you.

“Real smooth, Russo.” You said narrowing your eyes at him.

“Hey I had nothing to do with that, I swear. I knew they were watching but I didn’t know how closely.” He whispered.

You brushed the bristles of his beard with your thumb, a sharp breath caught in your throat as you leaned forward to kiss him. You could actually taste the beer on his lips now as his mouth slanted over yours with his tongue gently pushing against your teeth begging to twist and knot with yours.

The drop in your stomach happened so fast, it was something that’s never happened to you before, like a delightful spark igniting inside your body.

Maybe this was the start of something special.

Billy kissed your forehead and cupped your cheeks to look into your eyes.

“Ask me something.” He commanded.

You had a confused look on your face.

“Ask me something that you wanna know about me.” He said again.

“Ok…how did you break your arm?” You asked.

As he told the story, anger burned in the pit of your stomach thinking about how anyone could do that to a child and how no one was around to stop it.

Billy had a hard time looking you in the eye when he talked about Arthur, how he fought back, and how he paid the price for it. He ended up with a broken arm and his rotator cuff torn in three places. “When a grown man tells you that you're pretty, you know nothing good is coming.”

When he was finished, you didn’t know what to say. What could you say? I’m sorry? No…that wasn’t good enough. You sat up on your knees so your eyes were level with his, maybe slightly above, you leaned in close to touch your forehead to his while delicately scraping your nails against his scalp as if to silently tell him that “it’s ok, I’ll never let anyone hurt you ever again.”

The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes and you continued to comfort him in a way he wasn’t used to but he welcomed it. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable for the first time probably in his life, he let someone in.

There was more to Billy than just a handsome face, charm, and money but not one person had bothered to try and tear down that wall of protection.

No one saw the light in his eyes when he talked about playing stickball when he was young, or how proud he was to serve his country and building a successful company from the ground up.

But you did. You wanted to know all about him. Maybe Billy Russo had finally found the one person that he wanted to tell all of his secrets to…eventually.

His eyes were still closed when you softly pressed your lips to his forehead.

“I’m so sorry, Billy. I just didn’t know what to say.” You whispered in his ear.

Billy slowly opened his eyes and gave you a slight smile. You could tell he was a little nervous about letting you touch him but he accepted your touches, they calmed him down after his story about Arthur and the group home.

“It’s ok, sweet girl. Sometimes words aren’t…necessary.” He said.

The way Billy touched you, it was almost as if he was testing to make sure you were real. From the moment he picked you up for your date, he never let you wander too far from him.

He held your hand, or wrapped his arm around your waist, sometimes he let his fingers wander up and down your back. Billy made you feel like he never wanted to let you go.

And you didn’t want him to.

“I know that couldn’t have been easy for you to tell that story, Billy so…thank you for sharing that with me.” You said with a slight smile.

He pulled you into his lap, his long slender fingers tangled in your hair as his lips collided with yours once again. Billy’s teeth nipped at your jaw and his lips pressed down your neck to your exposed collarbone. That spot always made you weak in the knees.

Breathing heavily, you whispered his name.

“Billy…”

He purred in your ear. “What is it, sweet girl?”

“I hate to stop you but ummm, we’re uh, kinda giving the camera people a show.” You joked.

You both started to chuckle.

“Fuck, I forgot about them.” He said with a sly smile. “You ready to go to dinner?”

“Oh you mean we’re not eating here?” You asked sarcastically.

“Oh she’s beautiful AND funny.” Said Billy with a wink.

You smiled and ran your fingers through his raven colored hair as you replied.

“Well, for the record Mr. Russo, I wouldn’t mind eating here…with you.”

Billy gazed into your eyes and said, “and here I thought I was the only smooth talker.”

“Only when I’m comfortable and I…” You paused. “I feel very comfortable with you, Billy.”

It had been a long time since you’ve had a date like this and from what Billy told you, he had never had a date like this. You were looking forward to getting to know him better, to making him laugh more, and finding out why you were the person he chose to finally open up to.

He pinched your chin in between his forefinger and thumb and said, “Me too, beautiful. Me too.” And he kissed you again.

Maybe fairy tales weren’t so far-fetched after all. Billy Russo was an unexpected hero that came to your rescue when you needed him to. He was the knight in shining armor who charged in out of left field wearing a baseball hat…and a Joe DiMaggio t-shirt.

And maybe in return, you could help rescue that scared little boy that still lingers inside of him and be the hero he’s always needed, wanted…and deserved.

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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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I love your writing! Can you please do one with Bucky where the reader gives him a gift and it’s like an iPod and the reader put a bunch of 40’s music on it for Bucky to listen too and Bucky asks the reader to dance and it’s really sweet and fluffy! Thank you!

When I tell you I RAN for my iPad to start writing this request as soon as it came through omg, I am obsessed with this one! Thank you so so much for sending me this, I absolutely loved writing it 💗

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2,925

Warnings: Loads of fluff, super duper sweet Bucky, little bit of angst and mentions of family loss. Mad cottagecore vibes. This is honestly just hella soft!

Summary: Bucky doesn’t remember much about his sister Rebecca, just that today is her birthday. Coming to terms with the fact she grew up alone upsets him so you cheer him up with an early birthday present, taking him back to the 40’s.

A/N: I noticed Bucky has a sister in the comics so I went with that! (cause it makes me so happy to know that a canon Rebecca Barnes exists). I really don’t know much about her so if I’ve written anything wrong, please let me know so I can edit her to be canon compliant 💕 (And yes, all my 40’s songs are from the Fallout 4 soundtrack, I couldn’t help it)

The sound of the rain pattering softly on the roof woke you from your sleep. You rubbed your eyes and turned to look at the thin flannel curtains, noticing they were letting in a little light. Birds had only just began to start chirping faintly in the distance, meaning it couldn’t be much later than 5am. You rolled over in the large bed, hoping to feel the comfort of your husband’s firm chest against you but as you moved, you noticed the sheets were cold. He must have gotten up some time ago.

With a yawn, you pushed yourself up, your feet hitting the cold wooden floor of the bedroom.

“Buck?” You questioned, rounding the little corner and seeing he wasn’t in the kitchen. Your brow furrowed and you headed to the living room, checking to see if he was there. It wasn’t uncommon to wake up without Bucky. While he usually slept like a log these days, he was still keen to stay in shape so he would often go for a run at sunrise but usually only on mornings when the weather was nice. His nightmares barely ever bothered him anymore. You were thankful for that at least since it meant you weren’t woken in the middle of the night to the sight of your wonderful husband trembling with grief, knowing that he longed to wake up and be anyone other than himself. It broke your heart seeing what he had to suffer through to get to this point but he was endlessly grateful that you had suffered it with him. It was tough on you, you couldn’t deny but there was no chance you would ever have let him go through any of that alone. There had been countless nights spent cradling his shaking body, humming softly to him to remind him he wasn’t still living those nightmares. Eventually, those awful nights became few and far between, his smiles became brighter, the bags under his eyes shrunk and he returned to something closer to the man you imagined he must’ve been in the 40’s.

You reached the living room door and noticed the fire was lit, warmth beaming out the room as you took in the sight in front of you. Bucky was sitting in an armchair by the fire with a little wooden box resting on his knee. The only light in the room came from the fire and what little brightness was beginning to seep in through the window but despite how dim it was you could still make out his messy bed head.

“You okay baby?” You asked with a little yawn, crossing the short distance between you, coming up to the back of the chair and resting you hands on his broad shoulders that were still covered by his pyjama top. Your fingertips ran over the seam where his skin was replaced with metal and he let out a little content hum.

“Yeah doll, you should go back to bed, you’re tired.” He soothed, bringing his flesh hand up to squeeze one of yours. You looked down and noticed his lap was littered with old photos and newspaper clippings. You had helped him collect them over the years, taking him to libraries and museums, trawling through archives to make sure he had as much in his little collection as possible. He had spent years tracking down everything he could find about his sister, keeping all the clippings in his little wooden box.

Instead of going back to bed, you lifted the papers from his lap and sat down in their place. You pulled the woollen throw from the back of chair and draped it over the pair of you before starting to shuffle through the few photocopies in your hand. Each picture showed a different stage of your sister in law’s life, from a photocopy of the newspaper announcing her birth right up to the last piece you and Bucky had been able to track down. It was just a short article about an interview she had given, talking about how Bucky had been the only Howling Commando that had given his life in service of his country.

“Just wish she could’ve known the truth. Wish she’d known I wasn’t dead all those years.” He whispered, face buried in the crook of your neck as you leafed through the delicate pages. His mother had died when he was little and his father had died shortly before he went to war. He and his sister had been separated shortly after they lost their father. “She must’ve been completely alone…. Would’ve had no family until she got married.” He mused sadly, looking at the little newspaper clipping that announced her marriage to her husband.

“Would have been a tough life Buck.” You agreed quietly and he nodded.

“Today is her birthday.” He whispered after a little silence, the weight of all that he had missed out on weighing so heavily on him.

“Tell me about her Buck.” You quizzed, stroking his flesh arm gently, cuddling up against his warm chest as the fire crackled beside you.

“I really don’t remember much about her.” He admitted quietly. “Not sure if that’s because HYDRA jumbled some of my memories or if it’s just because it’s been so long.” He was so distracted by the article in his hands. It had a tiny, grainy photo in the centre of the text, a photo of a young Bucky and Rebecca standing together in their school uniforms. “Remember Rebecca loved to go to Stark’s science fairs.” A little fond smile tugged at the edge of his lips. “God, I used to go to those with Stevie to try to get him a date. We were both hopeless.” He laughed softly, his lips pressed gently to your neck as he spoke.

“We both know that’s not true Buck, Steve said you were such a ladies man.” You giggled, holding his chin gently and pulling him into a soft kiss.

“Hard to be a ladies man when your little sister was tagging along on your date.” He chuckled, “kinda spoiled the mood.”

“I bet it did.” You agreed sarcastically, running your fingers through his soft messy hair, watching his face as his eyes flitted over the paper in front of him. Eventually his little smile faded and his brow furrowed. It wasn’t hard to tell that he must have been thinking about how Rebecca would have reacted to hearing what her brother had done to Howard Stark and you knew you needed to get him out of that hole before it got too deep for him to handle. You gently gathered up all the little clippings, tucking them safely back into the wooden box and returning it to its place on the mantle. Bucky was still looking solemn so you returned to your spot on his lap and cuddled up against his large frame, nearly like you were trying to protect him from his own thoughts with your body.

“I know it’s early but I really don’t think I can keep it to myself any longer, you want one of your birthday presents?” You suggested and his little smile came back.

“Sure doll, that would be nice.” He laughed, kissing the top of your head. You bounced up out of his lap and pranced off to the bedroom, looking for the little box you had hidden in your dresser under some clothes. You returned to the living room with his gift tucked behind your back.

“It’s not wrapped yet, I didn’t plan on giving it to you early so you gotta close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You teased, making Bucky roll his eyes. He did as you asked anyway, metal and flesh hands cupped together in front of him. He looked so damn cute you couldn’t resist giving his lips a little peck.

“Was that my present doll?” He laughed, feeling you sit back down on your spot in his lap but still keeping his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

“Yeah Barnes, that’s all you’re getting,” you joked sarcastically. He looked far too handsome with his cheeky grin, the warm light from the roaring fire dancing on his flushed cheeks. You loved this man more than you could put into words and you knew he loved you back just as fiercely. After building the suspense for a moment, you placed the box in his hands and he opened his eyes like a giddy child. You watched as his eyes scanned over his new gift, trying to work out what exactly it was.

“Oh! It’s an iPod! Sam has one of these!” He beamed excitedly, a little bit too proud that he had been able to figure out what the box actually contained before he had opened it. He carefully lifted the lid and pulled the iPod out, pressing the power button. You hadn’t really considered how tiny it would look in his huge hands. The screen flickered to life and he looked like a child on Christmas morning. His eyes were alight from both the bright screen and his excitement. His smile was absolutely infectious, joy radiating out of him at such a simple gift.

“I put some music on it for you babe.” You smiled, giving his forehead a little kiss.

“If you’ve filled this thing full of Harry Styles, I’ll throw it at you.” He teased quietly, trying to press the touch screen with the thumb on his metal hand, forgetting that it wouldn’t register properly.

“He’s a guilty pleasure of yours, don’t even deny it.” You laughed back, carding your fingers through his soft hair, showing him how to open the music app. “No, I put some of your music on it.” You watched as he used his flesh thumb to scroll through the list of songs. “You wanna connect it to the speakers?” You asked quietly, taking it from him and showing him how to open the settings and connect it to your living room speakers by Bluetooth.

“Pick a song, hun.” You smiled handing it back to him. He pressed the first title he saw. ‘Mighty Mighty Man’ by Roy Brown started playing and you thought Bucky’s grin was going to take over his entire face. His eyes crinkled as music boomed through your small living room.

“God, I remember this song.” He laughed, running a hand through his hair. He looked so carefree and happy in that moment, clutching his little iPod tightly. You beamed at him and he looked up at you, giving you a happy kiss, both of your lips still pulled tight with smiles. His cheeks were hot against yours given how he was closer to the fire than you and his metal thumb rubbed gently against your bare thigh under the woollen throw. He let out a happy little sigh, pulling away to look back down at the rest of the songs on the iPod. His thumb hovered over ‘Into Each Life Some Rain Must Fall’ by The Ink Spots for a minute before he clicked on it. As the gentle introduction started, he pulled you close to him, both of his strong arms circling around your waist. His face was buried in your hair and he kissed gently at your shoulder as you listened to the slow song together, just enjoying each other’s company and the sound of the rain pattering outside.

You couldn’t help but wonder how different his life must have been the first time he heard that song. He wouldn’t have had any idea the grief and loss and pain that was ahead of him. Far too much rain had indeed fallen on Bucky Barnes’ life.

“It’s not all been bad you know.” He whispered ever so quietly against your skin, almost as if he had been able to read your mind. “You’ve been the biggest blessing.” His last sentence was barely louder than a breath. You weren’t really supposed to hear it, it was more just Bucky’s way of thanking the universe for finally giving him something truly pure. Every now and again, on those nights he was struggling to sleep, he loved to roll over and just take in the sight of his beautiful wife tangled in the sheets. Rather than counting sheep or getting lost in his thoughts, he would quietly list the things he loved about you, almost how people talk to their plants. He hoped that by saying it out loud, even if you weren’t listening, your body would still acknowledge it and you would grow to love yourself how he did. He knew it was silly but he would far rather think about all the reasons he had fallen so madly in love with you than lie awake staring at the ceiling. He could think of hundreds of reasons, often silly little things like how cute you looked when you were reading or how endearing it was when you put your hand on your hip when you were cross at him for eating your last muffin or how slowly you had to peel carrots because you didn’t want to “lose a finger”. Every night brought some new confession because he found that every day, there was something else he could obsess over. He had never anticipated finding love like this. Not just because before he met you, he was filled with a bit more self loathing than he would ever have admitted to, but just because he didn’t believe it existed. “People don’t just love each other like they do in movies, it’s all made up.” He would argue, so cynical that anyone could ever find a soulmate, never mind one of the most notorious assassins the world has ever known. You had well and truly changed his mind. He would gladly do anything for you, anything at all. You had shown him so much love and trust and in some strange way, he felt like you understood him at times when he didn’t even understand himself. You knew what he needed because you were what he needed.

The song ended but neither of you moved to untangle your bodies, choosing instead to stay wrapped up in each other. A couple more songs played, with Bucky humming along to them gently. He couldn’t remember all the words but he got most of the tunes right. Then ‘I Don’t Want to Set the World on Fire’ by The Ink Spots started and he pulled his head from the crook of your neck

“Would you dance with me Mrs Barnes?” He asked with a soft little smile, taking one of your hands in his metal one.

“Anything for you Mr Barnes.” You agreed, dragging your bodies apart to stand in front of the fire. It had died slightly but the room still had a happy glow. The rain was coming down just a little harder and it only made being inside, warm and dry with your husband even more appealing. Bucky’s hands fell to your waist and yours went to his shoulders. It didn’t take long for him to work his thumbs under your thin pyjama top, just enjoying the feeling of your soft skin against his hand. His touch was gentle and reverent, like holding you too tightly would make you shatter like delicate porcelain. Your bodies moved slowly to the music, swaying together in your little living room, hoping this moment would never end. There wasn’t much to it but you couldn’t honestly think of a more blissful start to your day. You both shuffled together, dancing slowly like you had on your wedding day (at least for your first dance anyway). The feeling of the carpet under your feet and the smell of the burning wood kept you both grounded – this was your home, the home you shared together and most likely the home you would raise your children in some day. Your body was tired and your mind was foggy but just from the sense of safety being warm and comfortable in your husband’s strong arms brought.

“Love you Buck.” You smiled, looking up at him after the song ended.

“Love you too y/n. More than you’ll ever know.” Came his hushed reply and then a little yawn.

“Will we go back to bed for an hour or two?” You suggested, running a hand up his flesh arm soothingly and he nodded, only realising just how tired he was after not sleeping most of the night. The fire had all but died, the embers glowing faintly on the hearth. He turned the music off and let you lead him back to your shared bedroom, flopping onto the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“You’ve no idea what that iPod means to me doll. Was like being back in the forties but this time, I had my best girl there with me.” Your head lay on his chest and he cradled your face with his metal hand.

“Glad you like it baby, happy early birthday.” You smiled, drawing little shapes on his chest with your fingertips.

Bucky’s heart was so full, it didn’t take him long to fall asleep. Sure he missed Rebecca and his parents but everything he needed in the world was lying there in bed with him, cuddled up against his chest. Some day he hoped you two would have your own little family when you were both ready and he would love and cherish them as much as he did you but until then, you were all the family he needed.

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hello my beautiful mohnkuchen !!

i was thinking about you and how it’s been a while since i sent you a little Love Letter by Seventeen so here i am!! (if you’re not already familiar with that song i highly recommend it’s very cute!!)

i hope spring has been incredibly kind to you so far !!!! but if not then that’s okay, it’s not the end of the world. just remember that you have a little duckling in your corner rooting for you always!!!!! whether you’re making ….. questionable skzoo comics or sentimental drawings or anything in between just now that i’m looking at them with hearts in my eyes 😍 like that!!

that was pretty much it 💖 remember to eat well and rest often and that i have nothing but love for you in my heart 💖💖💖

sending my biggest hug to you!!!

-ducky-

ducky, im sorry that im answering so late but i had to take some time and not rush this because you only deserve the absolute best 😭💕💕💕

actually i've been trying to get more into seventeen lately! i'm already listening to a lot of their songs, but some members and names are still foreign to me </3

and you're so😭💕💕💕💕💕💕 actually uni is starting again tomorrow so im super anxious about everything but you always manage to cheer me up :((( you're the absolute best, i really needed to hear this <3

and i feel like questionable skzoo comics have become my brand huh.. well as long as they make someone happy i will continue to do them! hehe

also ducky please take care too🥺 i hope you're having a pleasant day and also a good weak ahead of you that is filled with happiness because that is what you deserve🥺💖💖

#sending you forehead kisses😭💖💖#lonelysteetlight #nevs asks

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omg you absolute sweetheart you really didn't need to reply to that but your attention warms my heart thank you for spending time 💖 please rest too okay, work gets a little too painful in backside 😢

meditation is very helpful especially to grad/law/med students, so i'm assuming it will help work related stress too~ a 10 minute meditation causes wonders! please try them, headspace is a wonderful app~

yes, i've been hearing comments about that! i was also worried but if you enjoy it then, i'll give it a try~ maybe i can watch while i edit stuff 💕 did you also read w.i.t.c.h.???

no, no, don't feel sorry! it's okay and thinking of him makes me smile, so there's nothing to be sorry about! it's been a while too, so i'm okay. thank you for the sentiment though 🦋 i am very attached to butterflies, but my favorite animal is still cats ♡

yes uwu he needs to rest 💕 you know, they say that jimin stans are very soft and gentle too, and i think alice, that you are like the jimin stans they talk about 💖 you're very soft (velvet!) and very warm like a fireplace during winter, it's very comforting ☹ that's why i like talking to you 💕

i already watched it!!!!!!! they're!!! so!!!! soft!!! and happy!!! i am just 🥺🥺🥺 now i want to buy it just for the photos IM SURE ITS GONNA BE SO SOFT

but that match thing...reminds me of goblin...time for goblin!aus fanfic writers please

no worries omg, there was no reason for me not to since i caught your second message there on time! and i am, especially today 💖 i hope you’re resting too and filling your day with things that bring you joy!!

it definitely will! i did start today with an hour off my phone/social media and just read a book for a while and i have to say, it felt like meditating for a bit 😊 ooh i know about headspace, one of my friend uses it and likes it a lot! thank you!!

sure! if you do give it a try, let me know, i’d love to hear your thoughts on the show. and YES!!! i was actually an even bigger w.i.t.c.h. fan (still am, let’s be real), like both the show and the comics were such a big part of my childhood 🥺 i take it you were a fan too then? 💖

i see then; oh i love how cats always seem to steal the show and are low-key everyone’s favorite animals 😔 they deserve all the love truly (and jimin’s making sure they get it). mine would be penguins! love those dumb wobbly creatures so much 🥺

stoooooop you are so nice to me!!! i’m genuinely getting the same vibe from you, just a very calm and warm aura that puts people at ease. and you’re a jimin stan, how fitting! while i’m a bit ~eh~ about this term, do you have a bias wrecker? or maybe some other members that you feel really close to?

it really looks like it 🥺 they’ll probably just lie down together in a cuddle puddle around the fireplace and write love letters to each other that they’re too embarrassed to read aloud... i can’t wait 😭💕 oh i wish i got that reference but sadly i’m still one of the few people in this world who still haven’t watched goblin 😔 maybe this/next month, who knows 😳

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jooyeone · 3 years

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firstly, MOM I MADE IT I HAVE MY OWN TAG

omg i sent you three asks today? oh no, i'm sorry for spamming you, but i really do enjoy talking to you ☺ you're very velvety, i can't explain it i'm so sorry orz

yay, as long as you're happy, alice 🥰 i'm glad i made you smile 🥰

oh i miss winx club, they are adorable and the colors are very ":D" it's vivid and perky and very retro

yes, i have been warm and safe and hydrated~ thank you ☺

crazy because you once said that i made very playful and very strong butterflies appear and to sum it up, the first thing i thought of is crazy uwu 🦋 thank you for saying that i have calming vibe, that's very nice to hear, thank you 🥰

oh, it's kind of a new age thing? when i have certain worries or when i feel lonely, i usually see blue butterflies and it's a delight ☺ i consider them my spirit animal because i see them even when there are no flowers or gardens around~ it reminds me of my uncle who's already passed, because he always gave me things with blue butterflies! i like to think that the blue butterflies i see are him or from him 🦋

i shall try to answer everything in one ask uwu we can try the answer all asks in one post another time 😊

i do think he purrs back, have you seen him with cats, my heart bursts every single time 🥲 he is very good at making people (and animals apparently!!) feel at home and relaxed 🥰

yay thank you for the well wishes alice i will treasure them in my heart for when i feel discouraged 💕

i am happy that he's taking a break, and i wish he's actually spending time to rest because sometimes he doesn't understand that he is pushing himself too hard, so it's really nice but yes we do miss him, please come back home occasionally jimin 😔

i have yet to watch the spot, actually, but i feel like i did because it's all over my dash uwu

have a great day alice and look at more jimin photos when you're on a winx break ☺

you’re so cute 🥺🥺🥺 alright keeping the reply under wraps here to make it cleaner for the dash, here we go <3

also i can’t believe the timing because i caught your second message right now so i’m just gonna shoot two birds with one stone here

oh yay, that's great i was worried

and alice, remember that there's no rush okay, you can take all the time in the world to answer i will wait forever 🥰 it's just my nerves were getting to me, i'm sorry ☹

gosh i feel like high schooler with a crush 😢

please don't be pressured at all okay, that's the last thing i want 😔 oh and you don't need to reply to this one!!!

have fun with the winter package alice, i shall take my leave and get proper rest 🥰

oh i meant to say before but if you get criticism again it helps to meditate before getting to it! 🥰 just in case it happens again~ we don't want you feeling down 💕🦋

awww thank you for saying that! sometimes i do take some time before i can reply because of work, and i usually leave my messages either for early morning/late evening, and until then it’s mostly reblogs from me. so if i ever take some time to respond, this is why! 😊 and thank you, ah that’s a lovely idea!! it’s been a while since i’ve tried meditating so thank you for suggesting it!

“you’re very velvety” so cute 😭 i don’t mind it don’t worry omg, it’s lovely to talk to you too!

right?? i used to watch winx club a lot as a kid, even had some of the comics and i was so afraid of this adaptation because it looked so wrong, but i’m pleasantly surprised that it’s pretty fun so far. can recommend it if you ever need some mindless fun <3

awh i get it now 🥺 i’m so sorry to hear about your uncle, but i find it so pure and wholesome to hear about your connection with him and blue butterflies! i love that you can treasure that and find some comfort in such a lovely symbol!

he does have this gentle, calming aura around him! it definitely makes him feel like a very safe and warm presence to be around. and oh god how i agree with you on that one! really hoping he can pace himself and not put too much pressure on himself because he does have a tendency to do that. so whenever he feels comfortable to visit us again... we’re gonna be here 😔

aah i hope you’re having a great day as well and hopefully you can watch the teaser soon too!! it’s so comforting, you need to experience it 💖

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