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Just a tiny sweet Buck letter 🥰💌

Hey doll,

I'm really bad when it comes to writing things like this. Or saying them. But I wanted you to know that I love you. Yes, I said it. I do love you. Never thought I would be saying that, not after Hydra, after everything I became, everything I did. Who in their right mind would want to be with a monster?

I know what you would say to that, Bucky, you are so not a monster, never were one. That fucking awful organization used your body for their twisted wants. That was not you!

You are honestly too good for this world sweetheart.

But you get it, you understand where I am coming from, what I've been through. You've never pushed me for anything. You don’t lecture me to stop thinking badly about myself, having faith that one day your words will sink in. You have just stood by me. Quietly there when I come back from a solo mission gone bad. Taking care of me, both physically and emotionally. Not one other person has done that. Only you, baby girl. Only you.

Those nights, the ones that I wake up in a fucking sweat, shivering, shaking. You come to me, gently putting your arms around me, silently letting me know that you are here for me. Stroking my hair, softly humming some beautiful song in my ear, until I'm sound asleep, not waking until morning. A beautiful nightmare-free sleep.

You don't pry when I have moments where I don't want to talk to anyone. I know you understand that I can't, won't, talk about it. You leave me be. But I know you're watching me, thinking you're so sly, sitting in the fucking corner, hiding in another room but so close by, never out of earshot. I know you doll, you're worried but try your hardest to give me my space. Maybe someday I will let you in with me when I have those times. Until then, thank you. Thank you sweetheart for knowing me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It’s Valentine’s, and while I can’t be the man you deserve, I can’t do things with you that the average guy can, I can give you my time, my love, and my devotion. You're my Valentine, today, tomorrow and forever.

I love you doll,

Bucky

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I need to thank you all for the love on this! It’s been awhile since I’ve really written, and it was a whole other fandom. Bucky is my love and I was so afraid that I wouldn’t do him justice. 🥺

So thank you so so much! 😘❤️

Can I get a letter from 40s Bucky? Like an enemies to lovers one. Where he lists all the things that annoys him about her and then confesses that he actually loves them and her? A little angst to sweet sweet fluff?

Love>Hate

Hope this is what you had in mind!

40's Bucky X Female Reader

600+ words

No warnings except for lovesick Buck

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  Little troublemaker,

      You asked me why I hate you so I’m gonna tell ya. I’m gonna try to keep my cool and not curse, but dammit doll, no one makes my blood boil like you do. And before you go and call me chicken for not confronting you in person with this, I’m only writin’ you ‘cause I don’t want to catch heck from Steve. 

Okay, here goes, right outta the gate, when we first met, at the age of 8. When Steve introduced you. “Bucky?! What kinda name’s that? Sounds like your ma & pa named you after a dog.” You then started giggling, Stevie joining in with ya. “It’s a nickname, short for Buchanan, my middle name.” I told you, a smirk on my face. And you just smiled at me.

 Even then, so young, but such a know-it-all. The way you talked, like you know everything, rattling off facts left and right, Ol’ Stevie just listening to ya like you’re the smartest person alive or something. “Did you know that horses and cows can sleep standing but only dream when lying down?” you’d look so proud, waiting for me to say something. “Yeah, that’s really something sweetheart.” 

 Speaking of Steve, don’t think I didn’t notice how you worked your way into his heart, by the time we were starting middle school it became Y/N & Steve this, Stevie & Y/N that. Stevie said you always asked about me, wondering why I was around much, but I think you were just looking to tease me about something. 

  That summer, between middle & high school? The trip the 3 of us took to Coney Island? Not only did you chase away Betty McIntosh (she was a real cookie! 😍) but you won that stuffed bear, THEN gave it to me! Jesus, doll, I wanted to win one for you!

  I’m not even going to start in on prom. Every girl I asked, every one, said no way, that I was too hung up on you. “Y/N?! Are you nuts?” then they’d say “Yes, y/n!”  I honestly don’t know what you told them to say that. But you must’ve said something. 

    And now, the way you go out with these guys, active duty men, I nicely warn you about them, ask you where they’re planning on taking ya. And you get all feisty with me “that’s none of your concern Bucky!”  Just me looking out for you, and you’ve gotta get all upset with me. Just being a gentleman and all I catch is flak.

  Doll, I’m gonna be a bit honest here, you kinda stunned me with what you said. “Bucky, why do you hate me?” a look on your face like I ain’t never seen before, something like concern, maybe heartbreak? And me, hate YOU? That is most certainly not something I could ever feel for you. 

  From the first time I saw you, when Stevie said “ this is y/n y/l/n, she’s new in town.” I knew. I was hooked. Doll, you are everything to me and more. But how could I ever tell you just how perfect you are? Not when I’m so… so not perfect. So I pushed you away. For your own good. Convinced myself you were better off without a mess up like myself. 

  So hate is not what I feel towards, for, you. Love, adoration, deep affection, definitely. You are amazing, gorgeous, so amazingly smart, generous to a fault. How could I not adore you, doll face? 

  Now before you start screaming at me, cut me some slack. I know I’m a dope, Stevie lets me know that every chance he gets. I’m crazy ‘bout you sweetheart, so maybe my brains a bit fried. 

 How about you let me take you out? Little dancing, a quick bite to eat, try my damndest to make it up to ya. Because y/n, you are IT for me. The endgame. ‘Till the end of line doll. 

  My love, always

  James Buchanan Barnes

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Can I get a letter from 40s Bucky? Like an enemies to lovers one. Where he lists all the things that annoys him about her and then confesses that he actually loves them and her? A little angst to sweet sweet fluff?

Love>Hate

Hope this is what you had in mind!

40's Bucky X Female Reader

600+ words

No warnings except for lovesick Buck

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  Little troublemaker,

      You asked me why I hate you so I’m gonna tell ya. I’m gonna try to keep my cool and not curse, but dammit doll, no one makes my blood boil like you do. And before you go and call me chicken for not confronting you in person with this, I’m only writin’ you ‘cause I don’t want to catch heck from Steve. 

Okay, here goes, right outta the gate, when we first met, at the age of 8. When Steve introduced you. “Bucky?! What kinda name’s that? Sounds like your ma & pa named you after a dog.” You then started giggling, Stevie joining in with ya. “It’s a nickname, short for Buchanan, my middle name.” I told you, a smirk on my face. And you just smiled at me.

 Even then, so young, but such a know-it-all. The way you talked, like you know everything, rattling off facts left and right, Ol’ Stevie just listening to ya like you’re the smartest person alive or something. “Did you know that horses and cows can sleep standing but only dream when lying down?” you’d look so proud, waiting for me to say something. “Yeah, that’s really something sweetheart.” 

 Speaking of Steve, don’t think I didn’t notice how you worked your way into his heart, by the time we were starting middle school it became Y/N & Steve this, Stevie & Y/N that. Stevie said you always asked about me, wondering why I was around much, but I think you were just looking to tease me about something. 

  That summer, between middle & high school? The trip the 3 of us took to Coney Island? Not only did you chase away Betty McIntosh (she was a real cookie! 😍) but you won that stuffed bear, THEN gave it to me! Jesus, doll, I wanted to win one for you!

  I’m not even going to start in on prom. Every girl I asked, every one, said no way, that I was too hung up on you. “Y/N?! Are you nuts?” then they’d say “Yes, y/n!”  I honestly don’t know what you told them to say that. But you must’ve said something. 

    And now, the way you go out with these guys, active duty men, I nicely warn you about them, ask you where they’re planning on taking ya. And you get all feisty with me “that’s none of your concern Bucky!”  Just me looking out for you, and you’ve gotta get all upset with me. Just being a gentleman and all I catch is flak.

  Doll, I’m gonna be a bit honest here, you kinda stunned me with what you said. “Bucky, why do you hate me?” a look on your face like I ain’t never seen before, something like concern, maybe heartbreak? And me, hate YOU? That is most certainly not something I could ever feel for you. 

  From the first time I saw you, when Stevie said “ this is y/n y/l/n, she’s new in town.” I knew. I was hooked. Doll, you are everything to me and more. But how could I ever tell you just how perfect you are? Not when I’m so… so not perfect. So I pushed you away. For your own good. Convinced myself you were better off without a mess up like myself. 

  So hate is not what I feel towards, for, you. Love, adoration, deep affection, definitely. You are amazing, gorgeous, so amazingly smart, generous to a fault. How could I not adore you, doll face? 

  Now before you start screaming at me, cut me some slack. I know I’m a dope, Stevie lets me know that every chance he gets. I’m crazy ‘bout you sweetheart, so maybe my brains a bit fried. 

 How about you let me take you out? Little dancing, a quick bite to eat, try my damndest to make it up to ya. Because y/n, you are IT for me. The endgame. ‘Till the end of line doll. 

  My love, always

  James Buchanan Barnes

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I've Got You

Bucky x Female Reader

500+ words

For anon, if this is not what you were asking for, please don't hesitate to ask for a redo!

Request ~ hello! ive never used this button on this app before so forgive me if its a bit confusing! - i saw that you were doing letters from bucky? and i was wondering if i could ask for one? " my preferred pronouns are she/her and if its at all possible can you do CW bucky? as for specifics: can it be comfort and reassurance for issues with anxiety? thanks so much !! have a great day

This takes place when Bucky was hiding out in Romania, right before the action in Captain America: Civil War

   Doll,

   I’m just running out to grab a few things. When you get this, before you do anything else, PLEASE make sure to latch the locks that I couldn’t. I checked the windows before leaving so you’re all set there. Make sure the volume on the radio is down, I know you love to jack it up, but darlin’, please don’t! And remember, I love you, and don’t be scared. 

      I’m so fucking sorry I dragged you into the mess that is my life, I hate you have to live like this, I do. I should have turned away the minute I laid eyes on you. Jesus, sweetheart, you were so beautiful, standing there, trying your hardest to communicate with the merchant, but struggling. I couldn’t help but smile at you. And you graciously let me help you, quickly inviting me to join you for a coffee. 

  I knew it wasn’t a good idea but I let you in. I told you things I know I shouldn’t have. But how couldn’t I? We are as much alike as we are different, but we fit. Like we were meant to be. And my love for you outweighs my guilt. Unfortunately for you I’m afraid. 

  But now? Now you are suffering. Holed up in this dingy apartment, scrounging for mere scraps to survive. Yet you tell me you’re “fine with it” that “it’s true, love conquers all, Bucky!” And you smile at me, that breathtakingly beautiful smile of yours, hugging me so tightly I feel like I’m back together again. Whole. 

  But I know you have so much on your mind. I mean, who wouldn’t? This kind of life ain’t for the faint of heart, always looking for threats, leaving your old life behind. “It’s okay, Buck!” You tell me. “I was just traipsing around the world, no rhyme or reason to where I was going. And I’ve got no place to go back to, you’re my home now, Buck, and I plan on helping you find your home, wherever that may be.”  But what about you darlin’? 

   I want to take you somewhere nice, warm maybe. Some place that no one can find us, find me. I want to take you somewhere where you won’t have to wake up with anxiety, fears. I know you try to hide it all from me, but I know. I watch you, I see it when you turn from me and that gorgeous smile disappears. I notice the slight tremors in your hands when you're doing some mindless chore, your eyes darting around. I hear your sniffles in the bathroom. But you always deny it when I confront you with it, “I’m fine Bucky, honest!” 

  When I get home tonight I’m going to treat you to something special, promise. I’m not tellin’ you what, but I will say it will involve lots of blankets and cuddles. And I want you to know that I will do anything to make you feel safe, to make that anxiety you’re feeling go as far away as I can fucking toss it. It’s gonna be okay, it’s going to. Because, sweetheart, I believe we can overcome anything. Together. 

Love you with every fiber of my messed up self

Bucky

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Letters from Bucky 💌

I would love to write letters from Bucky for you all! I write for all Bucks, 40’s, Winter, Romanian Plum buying, Civil War, Wakandan, Infinity/Endgame, post blip, TFTWS, AU & any other Bucks you throw my way!

Having a bad day? Feeling sad, sick, angry? Let Bucky cheer you up, make you feel better, take care of you. Just let him know what’s on your mind and he’ll respond!

You can send it anonymously too. Just let Bucky know your preferred pronouns and any other important details!

And remember, Bucky loves you! 😘❤️

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A Christmas for Bucky

Just a little Bucky Christmas drabble

Bucky × F!Reader (y/n)

1000 words

No warnings, fluff with a bit of Bucky not feeling worthy

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        I watched her as she began pulling out the Christmas decorations from the old cardboard boxes spread throughout the room. She looked so serious, taking in everything she held, holding it up, trying to find the perfect spot on the tree for them. 

  I still couldn’t believe this was real. That she was real, was with me. With the Winter Soldier. She should be afraid, she should’ve run when we first met. Never to look back. But she stayed, willingly. And everyday, every single day, she lets me know just what I mean to her.

  “Bucky, you are important, so very important. You are special, you deserve love.” She would be lying on her side in our bed, one hand cupping my face, the other running through my hair, soothing me from a night full of dreams I cared not to remember. Every morning she did this. For me. 

  “So what do you think Buck? Multi-colored or white? I do kind of fancy the multi-colored.”

  “Then multi-color it is doll, your choice my love.” I walked towards her hesitantly. I wanted to pull her into a hug, but wasn’t sure. 

  “Bucky? Everything okay?” She met me halfway, reaching down to take a hold of my hands, both skin and metal. 

  I spoke without hesitation. “I wanted to hug you, but…”

  She surprised me, my body jerking, when she enveloped me in a whole body tight hug. It felt so good, just so right. No one had ever made me feel like she did. She smelled like the delicious Christmas cookies she just baked, the real Christmas tree she convinced me to buy and something I couldn’t quite figure out, but it made me wonder if that’s what heaven smelled like. 

  “You never have to hesitate to hug me, Bucky. I love you! Now help me decorate!”

  The way she looked at me, it was so beautiful, so magical, making me feel things I had never felt before. Happiness, love, needed. Like I was not the killing machine I was once made to be, but James Buchanan Barnes, the kid from Brooklyn, who wanted nothing more than to serve his country and come home in one piece. 

  “Help me hang some ornaments, love!”  She handed me one and I started to hang it on the nearest branch. “Hang it up on that branch.” She pointed to one of the highest ones. 

  As I hung the ribbon around the branch I turned to see the sweetest smile on her face, but she appeared to be almost crying. “Sweetheart? Y/N?” What the fuck had I done? Shit, I can’t do anything right. This is it, when she realizes what a monster I truly am. My self doubt must have shown on my face as she quickly brought her hands up to my face. 

  “Buck, I’m not upset with you, please don’t think that.” She rose up on her toes, placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. “Take a look at the ornament you just hung.”

  I turned to see what she was talking about. And there it was. The ornament I just hung. It didn’t sparkle or light up, it wasn’t anything special. I was confused, did I hang it up backwards or something? Why did she want me to look at it? 

  “Bucky? Do you like it?”  She took a hold of my arm, looking up at me, a concerned look on her face. 

 And then I really took it in. I almost couldn’t speak. It was two snowmen, our names below them. The words “Our First Christmas” below that. I gasped.“Uh, yes, yes. I love it. I’m sorry if I sound hesitant. It’s just that…” 

  She came around to the front of me, her arms around my neck. “I know, it’s a lot for you. I understand. Just know I love you. I went by a store that makes personalized ornaments and I just couldn’t help it. If it’s too much I can take it down?” She stepped away, starting to reach for the ornament. 

  “No!” I reached over and took her hand, trying to gently stop her from removing the ornament. “Please don’t baby girl! I’m sorry, it’s just…I really love it, I do. But…” How could I explain to her something I couldn’t even understand myself? I felt overwhelmed with feelings, wonderful feelings… then I felt it, the tears. She looked up at me, I’m guessing noticing them. 

  “Bucky! Oh baby!” She took her hand back, throwing her small arms around me, pulling me into her in such a wonderfully comforting hug, her hands rubbing my back finding their way up to my neck. “Are those happy tears?” A look of deep concern etched on her face. 

 “Yes, sweetheart, I guess I can’t really believe this is real…that you are real.” I sighed. “I don’t want to wake up and find you gone, that this was all a dream. I don’t deserve to be happy and I certainly don’t deserve your love. 

  “I’m real Bucky, believe me.” She used her hands around my neck to pull my face closer to hers. “And I am not a dream, I won’t leave you. And you, well you deserve my love and so much more my wonderful man!”

  I took a chance kissing her deeply. When we pulled away, she suddenly ran to the window, confusing me. 

  “Y/N, sweetheart? Is everything okay?”

  “Buck! Come here!” 

  She sounded so excited, like a little girl, bouncing on her toes. I walked over to her and as I reached the window I realized what had excited her so. It was snowing, the city lights sparkling through the flakes. 

  “It’s so beautiful, it’s like a snow globe!” She was giggling now, such a sweet beautiful sound. She leaned into me, her face on my chest. 

 Looking down at her, I smiled. “It is beautiful baby, but not nearly as beautiful as you.” I leaned down, kissing the top of her head, closing my eyes. 

  “I love you James, so much. You are such a wonderful person, such a loving kind man. Don’t you ever forget that!” She poked my chest with her tiny finger, making me snicker. “Now come help me make some hot cocoa!”

  She grabbed my hands, leading me into the kitchen. I was once again full of strange feelings, emotions. But I was sure of two things, I loved her, with everything, every way, possible. And I had finally found my home. 

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Be Mine, Forever

40’s Bucky & F!Reader

A Valentine Drabble

700 words

No warnings, pure fluff

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On a cloudy, blustery February 14th in 1923, an almost 6 year old James Buchanan Barnes held in his hands a slightly crumpled piece of pink colored paper. His mother had helped him cut said piece of paper into the shape of a heart. He was able to write his name all by himself, hers with a bit of assistance from his mom.

He now stood on the stairs of an unassuming brownstone in the New York borough of Brooklyn. He looked up at the door, a door he’d knocked on quite a few times before. But today was different, because today he had something special to give to the sweet, pretty little girl that resided behind that door. What if she laughed at him? What if she didn’t feel the same way? What if she told Stevie and the two of them thought he was a joke?

Holding on to that small crinkled paper heart, he gently knocked. He soon realized his worries were for naught, as the little darling opened the door, smiling at him, taking ahold of that Valentine from his outstretched hand, pulling it tightly to her chest. A smile appearing on her face, so bright, lighting up her whole face. A smile only for James, or Bucky as she always called him. When he left her house that fine day, she’d place the first of many many kisses on his blushing cheek.

And so every February 14th, Bucky would present his girl with a Valentine, some years cards, homemade and store bought when he was old enough to earn enough to pay. He bought her chocolates, flowers, and stuffed toys. One year he even bought her a pair of roller skates after she lamented on how Suzie down the block was always going on about hers.

But he’d never bought her jewelry. No, no that seemed too… something, he wasn’t sure of but just knew it wasn’t right for what they had, what they were. At least not until now.

As he clocked out for the day and headed off from the docks, he thought back to all those past Valentine’s Days, some good, some not so good and some absolutely fabulous, like the year you’d finally agreed to be his girl officially. He’d been teased by his friends, called doll dizzy, a label he’d gladly worn because his love for you had made him a bit nuts.

When he’d reached that same brownstone from years ago, a little more weathered, he patted his coat pocket, making sure this year's “Valentine” was still there. And just like he was with that first Valentine’s, he was nervous. Would she scoff at him? Was he wrong in assuming that this would be the perfect gift, the perfect time? So into his head he hadn’t noticed the door had opened and she had stepped out onto the snow covered stoop.

Buck? Her melodious voice called to him. Always a sweet song to him.

Doll… His voice sounding quiet, timid. He could do this.

He slowly climbed the stairs and once reaching the step just below her, he slid down on one knee, the small box held out in his shaking hand. His nerves getting the best of him, he closed his eyes. Bucky had this grand speech prepared, a beautiful testament to their timeless love story. But all that came out was Will you marry me y/f/n y/l/n?

He carefully opened one eye, not quite brave enough to open both, he looked up to see her face. He didn’t see confusion, irritation or mocking. No, he saw the face that he saw that Valentine’s Day so many years ago, a smile that could light up the very darkest of nights.

She stepped down just as he rose back up. She gently took his hand, the one that had the box, the ring, in it. It’s beautiful, Bucky.

He tipped his head at her, a slight grin appearing. And…?

I can’t believe after all these years you can’t guess my answer!

She threw herself into him, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck, almost sending the couple down the slippery steps. Carrying his girl down those stairs that he had walked a million times, he looked into her eyes, a look of true and pure love looking back.

Softly, she raised her face and placed a gentle kiss on Bucky's stubbled cheek. Like a thousand times before.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Barnes

Happy Valentine’s Day, Mrs, Barnes

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Letters from Bucky

This is my first time posting my work here. I’ve never written for Bucky and would just LOVE feedback!

I am taking requests for letters, any version of Bucky. Check out my page for the post about requests.

And thank you so much for reading! 🥰❤️

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  My darling,

   I hope this letter finds you well, I hope it finds you at all. Guess this time of year the mail is slower than molasses running up a hill in January. But I guess better late than never! Can’t have my best girl thinkin’ her best guy is ignoring her, nope, can’t have it. I am your best guy, right? Don’t want to sound all cocksure of myself. But you’ve got me feeling all sorts of things.

   I can’t explain how much I’m missin’ you, feels wrong to not see your gorgeous face everyday. Just wanna hold you one more time, it’s all I’m asking for Christmas. Think Ol’ St. Nick will help a soldier out? 

  Damn sweetheart, it’s so cold here, could really use some of that shared body heat. I remember a few years back when those old crummy radiators went belly up and we spent all night huddled together under those ratty old blankets you insisted on keeping? You thought I was joshing you when I said that skin on skin produced and kept more heat. That sour look you gave me, reminding me you were “a good girl” and “what would people think?!” I also seem to recall that I convinced you pretty quickly.

  I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout that first Christmas in mine and Stevie’s apartment, the decorations you insisted we needed, Steve quickly agreeing to. I said it looked like Gimbel’s had set up shop in Brooklyn. You rolled those pretty eyes at me and I pulled you under the mistletoe, which you swore you didn’t know was there. 

  I’m making you a promise, right here and now, that I will be home for Christmas next year and we will be spending it together in our place, not with Stevie or our families. Just you and me and all those bright, kitschy baubles and overly colorful blinking lights. And I promise not to grumble. ‘Cause I’m gonna be so grateful to have you in my arms again that I won’t see anything, anyone but you. So start making plans, baby doll, because it’s gonna be a big deal.

  I left a little present for you at ma’s, I don’t want you opening it until Christmas Eve, and no cookie, your charms won’t work on Ma or Becca, I’ve given them explicit instructions, you need to wait. I hope you like it, you could say it’s from my ma too. But I’m giving away too much, you’re my clever gal and most likely guessed it. 

  Okay, I gotta say goodbye, it’s nearing sunup and we have maneuvers today. I wish I could convey my thoughts, my feelings to you on paper, but it seems so inadequate. So I’ll just say I love you, ‘till the end of time darlin’. The end of time. 

My love forever,

Your Bucky 

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Happy Holidays!

I am new to writing for Marvel but not to writing. I wrote for other fandoms for years but honestly got burned out/lost interest. 😕

I’ve been a Marvel fan for years but just wasn’t sure about writing for it, like could I do it justice? Would people like it? So I decided to put my fears behind me and try it!

At this point I’m only comfortable writing for Bucky, but will write for ALL Bucks, such as CA:TWS, CA:CW, Infinity War, Endgame, TF&TWS, and my personal favorite, CA:TFA. I’ll even attempt Bucky AU’s.

So, what I would love is to start by taking requests for Letters from Bucky, something similar I used to write in a different fandom. I would especially love to write Christmas ones! 🥰❤️

(I am going to be post a generic letter from Bucky sometime today ❤️)

I do have a few rules (I swear I’m not bossy! 😉):

~ I will write them in the order I receive them.

~ I will take anon requests but remember if I have questions I have no way of contacting you so please keep an eye out for my posts in case I need to ask you a question. I will also take requests from anyone who sends an ask not on anon but would prefer the request be posted on anon (hope that makes sense?! 😖🤣)

~ I will default to she/her unless otherwise requested.

~ I’m not a lightning fast writer and have a busy life so please be patient.

~ When sending a request please be aware that at this point I’m only writing letters, so they will be on the shorter side and written from Bucky’s/Winter’s POV.

~ in your request I would love these things included: your choice of Bucky, pronouns used, hobbies/likes, hair/eye color, and honestly anything else you might like added! ☺️

PLEASE, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I hope that you’ll feel comfortable sending those requests in! 😘❤️

[buckybringsviolets]

Happy Holidays!

I am new to writing for Marvel but not to writing. I wrote for other fandoms for years but honestly got burned out/lost interest. 😕

I’ve been a Marvel fan for years but just wasn’t sure about writing for it, like could I do it justice? Would people like it? So I decided to put my fears behind me and try it!

At this point I’m only comfortable writing for Bucky, but will write for ALL Bucks, such as CA:TWS, CA:CW, Infinity War, Endgame, TF&TWS, and my personal favorite, CA:TFA. I’ll even attempt Bucky AU’s.

So, what I would love is to start by taking requests for Letters from Bucky, something similar I used to write in a different fandom. I would especially love to write Christmas ones! 🥰❤️

(I am going to be post a generic letter from Bucky sometime today ❤️)

I do have a few rules (I swear I’m not bossy! 😉):

~ I will write them in the order I receive them.

~ I will take anon requests but remember if I have questions I have no way of contacting you so please keep an eye out for my posts in case I need to ask you a question. I will also take requests from anyone who sends an ask not on anon but would prefer the request be posted on anon (hope that makes sense?! 😖🤣)

~ I will default to she/her unless otherwise requested.

~ I’m not a lightning fast writer and have a busy life so please be patient.

~ When sending a request please be aware that at this point I’m only writing letters, so they will be on the shorter side and written from Bucky’s/Winter’s POV.

~ in your request I would love these things included: your choice of Bucky, pronouns used, hobbies/likes, hair/eye color, and honestly anything else you might like added! ☺️

PLEASE, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask! I hope that you’ll feel comfortable sending those requests in! 😘❤️

[buckybringsviolets]

Hello!

This is a brand new blog dedicated to James Buchanan Barnes. I’m not new to tumblr but am new to the Bucky fandom. I’ve loved him for years but wasn’t into the whole fan scene.

I was into another fandom that has become in my view, very unwelcoming and verging on toxic. I needed to get out, start new.

So I am putting myself out here, I’m starting to write for Bucky. I also love making aesthetics and Buck is just so breathtaking, he’s the perfect subject!

Not going to lie, it’s really strange to just switch up who I’m writing, fan-ing for and it will definitely take me some time to get the hang of it so please be patient. 🥰❤️

If anyone has any advise and/or suggestions I would so appreciate it!

And I have to say that the Bucky fics/aesthetics I’ve read/seen here are AMAZING! I only can hope that I will be a tenth as good, you are all so talented! 😍