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This was a nice reprieve from the Sunday Evening Loneliness ❤️‍🩹

I See You

Fills the Blizzard square for @storiesofsvu's Holiday Bingo 2024

Pairing: Sonny Carisi x reader

Tags: angsty with a happy ending, definitely not the author projecting her own insecurities

Word count: 1.8K

Beta'd by: @misscharlielulu + @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity

A/N: my first anon request! I feel like a real Tumblr writer now lol

Also posted to AO3

You sat on your couch watching the snow blanket the city. This wasn’t a normal New York winter snowfall. The flakes weren’t gracefully floating down but aggressively whipping through the air. You could hear the wind howling like some horrible snow monster. You weren’t sure if this qualified as a blizzard, but it felt like one. You felt lonely sitting in your tiny apartment, which was ironic, considering what had happened a few hours prior.

You’d been at Sonny’s place. He’d cooked you an amazing dinner, and you had planned on staying overnight. He had a mischievous smirk on his face the whole meal, like a child struggling to keep a secret. After dessert, he couldn’t contain himself any longer and asked you the question he’d spent all night holding in all evening.

He asked you to move in with him.

As his smile grew, your face dropped. What should have been a joyful moment of hugs and happy tears filled you with awful dread. Your hands suddenly felt clammy, and your pulse pounded in your ears. You were caught off guard by his question. While you loved Sonny, your mind was clouded with doubts and worries. As you sat in awkward silence, Sonny’s shoulders began to slump. His lips clenched in a tight line, and he couldn’t meet your eyes. Seeing the light of excitement drain from Sonny’s face made you panic even more. You didn’t want to hurt him or create distance. But this was overwhelming. You tried to communicate how you felt. How you thought things were moving too fast. But Sonny misinterpreted it as you not being fully committed to your relationship. Heightened emotions and raised voices caused an argument that quickly ballooned out of proportion. It ended with you going back to your apartment. The snow had started coming down not long after you returned.

Now sitting alone with your thoughts, you realized that you didn’t say no because you thought things were moving too fast—not really. You’d been together 9 months, it was a perfectly reasonable question. And you were committed to Sonny, but the idea of living together scared you. You worried it would somehow cause irreparable damage to your relationship. If you lived together, you wouldn’t be able to hide your weird, annoying quirks and habits. You were afraid he would grow to resent you. If Sonny saw who you really were, maybe he’d love you less. You cherished your relationship, and you didn’t want to lose him.

Although, you did that just fine, even without moving in.

You leaned your head against the window, tears fogging up the glass. You felt the snow pelt against the windowpane. The chaotic, swirling snowflakes seemed like a reflection of your own inner storm. Staring out into the blinding whiteness, a deep sense of isolation set in, magnifying your loneliness.

A knock at your door broke your trance. You weren’t expecting company—not with this weather. Maybe it was a neighbor needing to borrow a blanket or something. You wiped your tears away and headed to the door, being careful not to slip on the hardwood floor in your fuzzy socks. You opened the door to the last person you thought you’d see.

Sonny.

A very frosty Sonny, bundled from head to toe. His cheeks were painfully chapped. His lashes were frozen, like icicles adorning his eyes. The coat he wore was black, but you wouldn’t be able to tell from the layer of snow covering him.

“Oh, my god, what are you doing here?” You quickly pulled him inside, knocking the snow off his back.

“I t-t-tried to call, but the ph-phone lines were d-d-down.” He was violently shivering. His teeth chattered so hard it made your teeth hurt. You helped him out of his winter gear, setting it on your radiator to dry. You carefully led him over to your couch and sat him down. You wrapped him up tightly in the red blanket you’d been using, still warm from your body heat. You went to the kitchen and poured the last of the kettle of tea into a mug. He gladly accepted it and held it with shaky hands.

You sat down next to him cautiously, still unsure if you’d have to take him to the hospital for hyperthermia. “So, you want to tell me why you trudged through a literal blizzard to get here?”

“I-I wanted to talk about what happened t-t-tonight.” Still shivering, he took a sip from his mug, savoring the taste and the much-needed heat.

“That couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”

“I d-d-didn’t want to end the night in a fight.”

That was your Sonny – quick to frustrate, even quicker to make up. “How about we talk about it after you defrost?”

Nodding in agreement, he quietly nursed his tea. Slowly but surely, it warmed him up from the inside out. His blue-tinted lips returned to their usual blush pink color. No longer shaking, he set his mug on the coffee table and wrapped the blanket tighter around himself.

“I’m sorry I sprung that on ya,” he began his apology. “We haven’t talked about moving in before. I should’ve brought it up before asking.” He ventured putting a hand on your knee. When you didn’t pull away, he felt safe to continue. “And I’m sorry I got so upset. I just love ya so damn much. I…got worried you didn’t feel the same. Like you didn’t see a future with me.”

“Oh, Sonny.” You placed your warm hand on top of his icy one. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that. I do want a future with you. I love you more than anything.”

“Then why don’t you wanna move in with me?” His clear, blue eyes looked so sad and defeated. “It doesn’t have to be my place—it could be yours. Or someplace different, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“It’s not that…” You trailed off as worry started to creep back in. Your knee with Sonny’s hand on it started bouncing of its own volition. You bit down on your lower lip to try to calm yourself, fighting the urge to rock back and forth.

“Is it about space? Am I smothering you?” He was grasping at straws, trying to get to the bottom of the issue. But you shook your head, making him even more distraught. “Then what is it? Please tell me.” He was begging you for some sort of answer. He just had to know so he could fix this.

You could feel your anxiety rising within, an awful swirl of emotions. There was the fear of losing him. The frustration of him not seeing how this could change your relationship. The dread that you could potentially ruin everything. The pressure was building. You needed to rip the band aid off, to say something, because you were about to burst.

“I don’t want to ruin things!” You finally blurted out.

“How?” His voice was drenched in desperation, wanting to understand.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’m afraid that if we moved in together and if you saw the real me, I’d scare you away.” Your eyes darted from the window to the wall to the ceiling—anywhere but his gaze. “You wouldn’t want to be with me anymore.”

Sonny stared at you in disbelief. He couldn’t imagine why you’d think that. You were his person. What was there not to love?

“You’d be around me all the time,” you continued. You looked down at your lap, nervously wringing your hands. “Stuck with me, seeing all the weird shit I do. I don’t want you to hate me someday, Sonny.”

“What could you possibly do that would scare me away?” His words were slow and gentle as he softly brushed your hair away from your face. He quietly waited for an answer, but you could only sit there, mouth agape and at a loss for words. “I already know you rehearse your phone calls before making them. I know you save the yellow Skittles for last because you think they’re the best color. I know you talk in your sleep and—”

“I talk in my sleep?!” Your cheeks burned with embarrassment at this revelation. You covered your blushing face with your hands and sunk back into the couch, trying to disappear into the cushions.

Sonny chuckled and gently pulled you back up, brushing your hands away. “Yes, you do, and I love it.” He cupped your face in his hands to make sure you were paying attention to what he had to say. “I love how you stick your tongue out when you’re concentrating on doing the dishes. I love the way you do a little dance when you check something off your to-do list. I love your crooked smile that you hate so much.” That, in turn, made you smile. He looked you straight in the eye and solemnly proclaimed, “I see you, and I love you.”

Tears started running down your cheek and Sonny wiped them away with his thumb. Your anxious thoughts, although not completely gone, were quieted with his words. You wanted this. You wanted this to work so bad. “You’re sure you won’t get sick of me?” You still needed some reassurance.

“Doll, I can’t get enough of you.” His eyebrows raised in a way that all but said duh. He sounded so confident, that it gave you the confidence to believe this could work.

You rested your forehead on his, feeling his breath warm on your face, and whispered, “Okay.”

“Okay?” The spark of excitement returned to Sonny’s eyes, hoping he’d heard you right.

A smile tugged at your lips, and you nodded. “Yes, okay. Let’s move in together.”

He tackled you onto the couch and peppered your face with kisses. On your cheek, forehead, nose—anywhere he could reach. You laughed as his barrage of kisses tickled, making you squirm beneath him. Neither of you were cold any longer, feeling the heat radiating from one another. You felt the weight of uncertainty lifted, absolutely sure you made the right decision.

After he finally let you sit back up, he excitedly rambled on about his plans for the move. “And we should probably keep my bed since it’s bigger. But your couch is nicer—”

You put a finger to his lips to stop him. “How about we talk about logistics later, and just enjoy the snow tonight?”

He needed no further convincing. He pulled your legs over his lap and wrapped you tightly in his arms. He adjusted the blanket to cover you both. For the rest of the night, you sat together peacefully watching the snow fall, occasionally turning to kiss the other’s cheek and mutter a quiet “I love you.” It was an enchanting night. 

A prelude to many more magical nights to come.

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life is good again (ordered something online)

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why is this so accurate

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🗣️ IF YOU FEEL IT, CHASE IT 🗣️

DIED 2022 BORN 2024 WELCOME BACK HANGMAN

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brilliant. 10/10 no notes 👏🏼

One of my favorite parts of “Twisters” is the misdirect with Tyler Owens’ character. Because at the start of the movie, he’s introduced as a douchebag YouTuber whose videos are vlogs in which he and his crew get into dangerous situations. But then when our protagonist Kate gets to know him, we learn that Tyler is actually:

1) a really sweet, humble dude who is looking out for all his friends

2) the smartest dumb guy you’ll ever meet. He has a degree in meteorology, but he does dumb things like drive into a tornado.

3) jumps into danger because he “feels” it / he’s attracted to the danger / wants to see if he can handle the danger

So in a weird way, he’s introduced as Cowboy Logan Paul, only for it to be revealed he’s more like Cowboy Markiplier. And let me just say, as soon as I compared him to Mark in the theater, I couldn’t unsee it lol.

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Okay saw twisters when are you genius fic writers going to produce tyler owens fics for me to absolutely obsess over

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another major historical event*

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tag your traumatized man comfort character

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A 👏🏼 MEN 👏🏼

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again… law and order svu season 17 reigns supreme… and as far as I’m concerned mike dodds is alive and well forever and ever

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i know i said i was screaming in that last chapter but when i tell you the screams i scrumpt reading this one. i’m sorry but i actually had to set my phone down and take a lap after bucky addressed the reader as sixth floor.

had to take another lap when he called reader SASSAFRAS. are YOU KIDDING ME??? incredible chapter. i cried. i laughed. i giggled. i got my steps in. my heart felt lighter. brilliant 👏🏼🫶🏼

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Thirteen | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 3,540

Chapter 13/24

Warnings: Language

AN: Spanning the time of Bucky’s entire on-site training, this chapter is pretty different from anything I’ve ever done before. I have a sneaking suspicion y’all are really going to enjoy it. Lemme hear your thoughts when you’re done!

Chapter Twelve

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SCREAMING !! SCREAMING !! SCREAMING !! barely kept it together here hello.

i love the five members of the barnes family 🫶🏼🫶🏼 though i have a sneaky suspicion george will grow on me through character development. we shall see.

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Twelve | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: All Ages

Word count: 4,968 

Chapter 12/24

Warnings: Family tension

AN: What’s extra wild about this post is that it marks the official halfway point in this story! We have come so very far, yet there is still so much in store for you. Aaaaand I’m gonna stop before I get emotional about it. As always, thanks for sticking around and having passion for this story. This wouldn’t exist without your support.

Per usual, my most heartfelt appreciation to @lucyyannabel , @barnesrogersvstheworld , and @abovethesmokestacks for being my personal cheerleaders and listening to me whine and complain about this chapter and how ornery the Barnes family could be. Bucky is blowing all of you a kiss 😘

Chapter Eleven

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“Bucky, are you sure I shouldn’t have worn a dress?” you ask for the tenth time, looking uncertainly down at your wide-legged trousers which fall in a graceful line to your feet. Your brightly colored blouse - the one Suzy had picked out between the options you had presented her; she insisted it was the perfect color on you - is carefully tucked in where your pants taper in at the waist.

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All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Eleven | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: All Ages

Word count:  3,681

Chapter 11/24

Warnings: Just me being a baseball nerd.

AN: Thank you for your continued patience as I work on this story! Serving on a jury really threw my writing schedule for a loop. And then all the doubts and fear crept into my mind, but sweet friends helped battle it, per usual. The next chapter should be out by next week, it’s one that’s been in the works for a while and should be a fairly quick write for me.

Let me know what you think! Love you all, sharing this with you has been a delight.

A few notes from a huge baseball nerd right here - the game I wrote about is June 21, 1946, which was actually a Friday night. But they lost the Saturday game in real life and that wouldn’t have been near as fun to write about and I couldn’t see Flannery letting Sixth Floor off of work early for a baseball game. So grant me that one small creative liberty. I even used the box score from that game to help guide the chapter – Pee Wee Reese is indeed in the Hall of Fame and ball parks all over the country broke attendance records in 1946. If anyone cares, the Dodgers and Cardinals ended up tied that season, so they had an extra series of games to determine who won the Pennant that year; sadly, the Dodgers lost. And the 1941 game that Bucky recounts? Same game as the one Steve hears on the radio when he wakes up in modern day New York in CA:TFA.

Chapter Ten

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“You’ve honestly never been to a pro ball game before?” Bucky eyes you as he hands over two tickets to the Ebbet’s Field worker who waves you through the turnstiles.

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this chapter may not have been one of your favorites but it was one of mine. i just LOVE perspectives from male characters. you write bucky’s thoughts so well. i can only imagine how stressful coming back to life would be after a WORLD WAR. proud of him for taking a hard step in the right direction 🫶🏼

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Ten | B. B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: All Ages

Word count:  2,975

Chapter 10/24

Warnings: Just a bad word.

AN: This chapter is… not my favorite. Mostly because I’m a stubborn bitch and finished this up in the middle of a migraine; I apologize in advance for my less-than thorough proofreading. It’s very heavy on information, but it’s necessary to set up future chapters and I feel like it shows growth. Don’t worry, I threw in lots of fluff and cute moments for ya. Forever appreciative for those of you reading!

Also, my 1k Followers Celebration is still going on! I’ll start posting the drabbles tomorrow, requests will remain open until Sunday. Y’all are the greatest followers ever! 💕

Chapter Nine

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Bucky crams two fingers into the collar of his dress shirt, tugging at it for an attempt at relief in the sweltering New York heat. Pushing open the door to the skyscraper housing the VA’s Regional Benefit Office in Manhattan, he steels himself for this meeting. There were few things he hated more than dressing up in a monkey suit. 

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I was so nervous to meet steve and peggy, forgot this didn’t actually happen to me (yes it did)

steve coming in clutch at the end 🫶🏼

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Nine | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 5,500

Chapter 9/24

Warnings: A bad word, a barely-violent bar skirmish

AN: Thank you for patiently awaiting this chapter! This posting schedule is much, much more suitable. You are all so lovely and supportive. Let me know your thoughts on this chapter! And send me an ask if you’d like to be tagged.

Fun fact, the Commando Cocktail was actually on the Stork Club’s drink menu in the late 1940s! It definitely had a more sensuous namesake but I just took an opportunity and ran with it 😉

Chapter Eight

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First thing in the morning the bullpen is already abuzz with squeals and giggles. The typists of the office huddle around their sweet friend as she holds out her hand, the square cut diamond sparkling in the morning light.

“It’s beautiful, Dorothy. Congratulations,” you purr, squeezing her fingers after perusing the jewelry close-up. 

“I’m assuming he asked you in an insanely romantic way?” Millie sighs, chin perched in her hands.

“Yeah, tell us the story!” Frances giggles. 

Dorothy settles into her chair, eyes shining. As she begins her tale Suzy leans in to you and whispers, “We’re dropping like flies around here. Alice last week, Dorothy today. And they’re some of the youngest. If you come in next week with a ring I’ll toss you out a window.”

You hide a smile behind your hand. “Relax, Suze. It’s sweet.”

“So sweet my teeth are gonna rot,” she grumbles. 

“Cynicism is not a good look on you.”

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bucky being taught and learning valuable skills from a woman 😌💓

the DANCING?

THE KISS??? get out of my house right now

All We’ve Got is Time - Chapter Eight | B.B.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

AU: If They’d Survived/Post-War/Window Washer!Bucky Barnes

Rating: Teen

Word count: 4,000

Chapter 8/24

Warnings: Just a bad word or two. Otherwise, intense amounts of fluff!

AN: This chapter gave me all sorts of fits and is nerve-wracking for me to post. Mostly because I’m putting a ton of pressure on myself. But whatever. Huge shoutout to @lucyyannabel for being a precious human being and beta-ing for me and helping me fill some plot holes. You da bomb.com. I also pulled a ton about cars from this helpful article and this article was referenced for the Harlem Hellfighters. Let me know what you think?

Chapter Seven

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Bucky checks your distinctive handwriting for what feels like the thousandth time, double checking the address of the garage. When he thinks he’s only got a few blocks to go he picks up his pace. There’s really no need to rush, he’s going to be on time. After seeing you in his dreams and talking about you all day, intentional and not, he really just wanted to be with you.

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