If My Mom And I Get Along The Whole Day, Then I Know We’re Going To Argue Or Have Complications At

i’ll never get over the fact that madge wasn’t included in the movies.

haven’t read a 40’s bucky fic in a while. this is what i needed. 🙏

★ ⎯love, remembered.

II. the morning before

pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader. 40s!bucky x reader.

tags: 40s!bucky x reader. boyfriend!bucky. angst & comfort. sargeant barnes has to leave for europe.

synopsis: after the most beautiful date you'd ever had, bucky, and you have to face reality; the war. on last moments together, you get the time to reminisce about your relationship.

warnings: possible grammar & spelling mistakes. possible canon divergences. nicknames. bucky being a flirt. no use of yn. mentions of war and death. italics means flashbacks.

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The birds chirped cheerfully, the first rays of the morning sun warming your cheeks. A complete juxtaposition to the pit of dread in your gut that was becoming bigger and bigger with each passing second.

The train station was slowly beginning to gather more people; men dressed in crisp uniforms, wives, mothers, sisters, and daughters holding onto their arms—just like you were.

Sergeant Barnes—’Jamie’ as you called him—stood next to you, clutching your hand in his. The wind swiftly blew some strands of hair into your face, which still happened to smell like cotton candy and salty water. The memories of the night prior flushed to your mind, and you closed your eyes, basking in the feeling.

Bucky’s hand on your waist as you danced, the way the word ‘doll’ rolled off his tongue as if he had been born to say it, and the soft feeling of his lips on yours. All those sweet feelings you were so terrified to lose.

The pair of you had not been dating for long, and you definitely were far less experienced in the romance field than him. There was something about having Brooklyn’s number one charmer clinging to your side like a pup in desire of affection.

You felt your hand being tightly squeezed, pulling you out of your thoughts and making you avert your gaze to the man next to you.

He paused, tugging you a little closer. “I *am* returning, dollface, nobody can keep me from you.” He quipped, hoping the humour would make you feel more at ease. “You don’t know that,” a soft murmur from your lips, your hand brining his closer to your chest.

“You’re right, I don’t know that. But if—and only if—I were not to return, wouldn’t you want to make the most out of the time we have left together?"

He watched as a smile formed in your face, dipping his head even closer to press one, long, affectionate kiss to your cheek. His breath and his lips were warm, grounding your busy mind into the softness of the present.

For a moment, you basked in it. You held onto it. Your thumb rubbed his hand lightly, affection slipping thorough the cracks. He pulled away after what seemed a blissful forever.

Bucky offered you another smile, more gentle and genuine this time. The kind that is able to show you just how much you mean to him, to remind you of every single second spent with the other by just a small curve of his lips.

Bucky was always the shield. He was used to other boys trying to pick on Steve for his rather lanky physique, and classmates pushing you around for being the only girl in the trio was nothing new to him.

School had just finished moments ago, and the three of you were walking out together, per usual. You lived right across the street from Bucky, which meant he would walk you to your home like a proper ten-year-old gentleman.

Bucky carried both his and your backpacks, claiming he ‘could carry it all by himself’. He looked so self-confident, always offering you a charming smirk with a bonus of a couple of teeth missing from his mouth.

He was too caught up chatting both of your ears away to notice the group of boys approaching you. His blue eyes only fell on them once they were right in front of you, arms crossed, and the cruel smirk of a child looking for trouble painted on their faces.

“Really, Barnes, still with these eggheads?” The boy in the middle, the one with the blond hair and striped socks, quipped, taking a step forward. “Shut up, Jones! You don’t know them, not one bit!” Bucky stepped in front of Steve and you, using himself as a shield.

The other kid, the one on the side, started walking towards you, only to be met with a big frown from little Bucky. “Where do you think you’re going?” He placed a hand on yours, pulling you behind him. “Just want to talk to this friend of yours,” the boy grinned, earning a rather strong shove from Bucky.

Jones frowned, not enjoying the way Bucky was defending you. “I can also play that game, Barnes,” the boy pushed Bucky, making him stumble for just a moment, the momentum sending you to the ground. Your pretty blue dress with the white dots was now smudged with dirt. That had been the last stroke.

He glanced back at you, that small pout as tears brimmed your pretty eyes. Anger flared in little Bucky’s chest, taking a swing at Jones. As soon as the punch landed, he reached out to help you up, taking your hand and pulling you as he ran. Steve followed close by, running as fast as his legs allowed him to.

After a while, you reached your doorstep. Bucky was still holding your backpack, shoulder brushing against yours. He was chuckling, adrenaline still rushing through both of your bodies. “Thank you for helping me, James,” you smiled sweetly with rosy cheeks. “Always. Those boys know nothing.”

And that was not the only time James Buchanan Barnes proved just how much he adored you.

The dance hall brimmed with music, couples twirling and swinging around the floor, heels clicking against the floor, skirts flowing with the movement. You watched the mirth on all the women’s faces as they danced with their boyfriends. Your finger traced along the rim of your glass, not even bothered to finish your drink.

Bucky was, as usual, surrounded by girls, flashing grins, those pearly white teeth working miracles on them. They all giggled and blushed at each and every small joke he told them. It was like this every single time you went out; Steve and you, bound to watch as your best friend charmed the tights out of every single lady.

The plans for the night had vastly diverged from your original idea. You were supposed to be meeting a guy your friend wanted to set you up with. William was his name, or something similar to it. Safe to say, the man had not taken interest in even showing up.

While all of your friends still had boyfriends, you remained stuck, waiting for the one boy you wished would look at you as he flirted with anyone who came his way. You had curled your hair, put on your nicest dress, and tried on that new lipstick you had just bought. And all for a guy who didn’t attend.

Thirty minutes passed by, and you were pulled away from your thoughts by the shadow of the most piercing blue eyes you had ever seen—ones you were all too familiar with. “Quit moping around. You look too pretty for that.” You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the gentle flutter in your chest.

His hand reached out to yours, opening and closing his hand, his secret signal for you to take it. “I thought you were too busy with those ladies,” you cocked your head to the side, standing up from your chair. “Nah, always gotta save my best girl a dance.”

“What happened to that idiot that you told me was taking you out anyway?” You shrugged, taking his hand, “guess he had better things in mind.” You murmured, a low and self-deprecating sound. “Better than spending an evening with you? Fella must be crazy.” And just like that, he managed to coax you out of your shell, and to make you lose yourself in his orbit, like he always did.

The hum of the train announcing its departure abruptly yanked you out of your safe bubble of remembrance. The moment you dreaded the most had arrived, you would have to say goodbye to your best friend, to your boyfriend. “Doll, do me a favor, don’t stress yourself out when I’m gone. Go out with your friends, visit Becca, and remember to write.” He placed a small peck on your nose, punctuating his words. Despite you being the one who stayed, and him who had to leave, Bucky was worried enough to have asked Steve to watch over you.

“I’ll be back before ya know it,” he cupped your cheeks, bringing your lips into his in one final, tender, sealing kiss. It was filled with the anguish of uncertainty, and held all those unspoken promises of the future you whispered without any words, and through a simple exchange of looks.

(i cant)

why are some girls so mean? just because someone doesn’t fit your standards of being “normal” doesn’t mean they’re ugly. and i’m not sorry for pointing out that you’re a mean and terrible person.

chat, sleeping naked is actually so freeing omg - idk if this is tmi but wtv

i don’t particularly like plutarch but i don’t hate him either.

The ultimate only child experience was playing board games by yourself

“oh my gosh, i haven’t read since i was five!” yeah we can tell, don’t worry.