#by thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

[writing-for-marvel]

A fairy without her wings and a captain without his crew—two misfits manage to find each other in the cruel dark world that is Neverland.

I’m literally already crying and it’s only the summary 😭 oh the hold this story has on me Janie you’re probably so sick of me talking about it - I think I need professional help lol

The only thing that saves you from his sinister motives is, despite your lack of wings, you are still a fairy. Tinker Bell made a pact with him all those centuries ago; she will help him take as many lost children as he wants—but her family, her species, is forever off limits. 

Your writing is forever exquisite and just how in a couple of paragraphs I’m already so immersed in this magical world oh how I’ve missed it

You reached twenty-five and your wings are still nowhere to be seen. The taunting soon began; there hadn’t been a wingless fairy in existence in millennia. The children called you a freak, the adults shook their heads in shame. Some of them pitied you, most were disgusted by you. You turned to your parents, hoping they would still love you despite your differences.

I feel like I can relate to this so much in my own life and is probably why I have always felt such a connection to this story 🥺

There are fates so much worse, as you would soon discover.

Dun dun duuuun!! Omg I’m so excited for What’s to come!!!

The stranger had placed you upon a wooden table in what looked like the captain’s quarters, a handkerchief draped over you as a makeshift blanket.

To keep her warm 🥺���

It was only in the morning light that you realized he only had one good arm, that you realized who he was.

Your mind Janie!!!! The connection between Bucky’s amputated arm and Captain Hook ahhh *chefs kiss*

He tutted at you in disapproval once he felt your weight on his shoulder, but he silently allowed you to sit there for as long as you liked.

Oh he acts all tough but he likes the company 🥺

You held it above your head on shaky arms in what you hoped was a display of strength, and you swore you saw the smallest hints of a smile in his chiseled features.

Awww him finding that companionship again after what happened to his friends 🥺 oh it makes me soft

How did he lose his arm? Another touchy subject, but you’d always been a curious little bird. He didn’t seem to mind your questions anymore, but he still did not answer.

I’m such an inquisitive person by nature, another reason I think I relate to fairy in this story

But you leapt onto it, wrapping your arms around it as best as you can. Your arms didn’t even reach halfway around him, but he gazed down at you in what you believed was shock. You fell asleep there that night, waking up to the sight of his face in front of you, having fallen asleep at the table himself, evidently not wanting to wake you.

I am soft I tell you 🥰🥰🥰🥰 they just make me feel all mushy inside

What was his name? It was this question that finally allowed you to hear his voice. As you gazed at him, instead of the evil, instead of the sin you had always heard about in those tales about him, you saw only yourself in his steely blue eyes. You saw your own loneliness and longing reflected back at you, and you knew for certain right then that the tales were untrue.

😭😭😭😭😭 oh how their stories are different yet so similar and how they’ve found each other 😭😭😭😭 imma need some tissues

But the real reason you stayed was because there was warmth there, a kind of warmth you’d never felt, even before you were an outcast.

*sniffling* oh they’re perfect

Magic eluded you for years. You thought it had forsaken you. You thought it had deemed you unworthy. Turned out, magic came to you in the form of a lonely captain on a deserted ship, himself nothing but a lost soul that Peter Pan could not—or would not—touch.

JANIE I NEED TO SCREAM AT YOU FOR THIS OH IT IS TOO PERFECT FOR WORDS

They called him Captain Hook.

You would only ever call him James.

I am sobbing. It is perfection

James would never tell you that finding you on that forest floor was what saved his life. He would later learn what you were, but even without fairy wings you remained the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in Neverland.

How dare you??? This fic will ruin me and I will gladly let it every damn time!!

It would mean killing Peter Parker, the very last of James’ crew.

Oh how much pain James is in I’ll never forgive you Janie (kidding I already have)

You were such a tiny little thing, but somehow you already took up more room in his life than anything else had in years.

This passage is so beautiful 🥹

He didn’t want to be friends, because his heart longed for something more.

😭😭😭😭 switching up the pov did something to my soul! Such a fantastic choice

He wanted to say sorry. He wanted to tell you he’d never do it again. He wanted to promise to cut off his other hand if you didn’t believe him.

I’m now just reading this through tears… I’ve given up on trying to stop them

He found it in your eyes then. He silently vowed to do everything to keep it there.

They are my everything 😭😭😭

But in reality, he’d given it up. Peter wanted to know how badly he wanted his friends back.

Stop it!!!! It hurts too much 😭😭😭

I never said I would give them back alive.

You meanie Janie what did I ever do to deserve this???

It was a word he hadn’t spoken in years and it sounded strange on his tongue, like it didn’t even belong to him. But then you repeated it, slowly, one, twice, three times, and he knew that nothing was ever going to be the same.

Them 🥹 oh them I’ll never get over them, like I’m in neverland myself I will never grow old of this story, I could read it every single fucking day and it will always remain my absolute favourite fan fic ever. I know I say that all the time but I don’t mean it flippantly Janie, I genuinely from the bottom of my heart adore this fic with everything I’ve got

Lock me up and throw away the key this is all I will be talking about for the rest of my life

i’ve always thought about writing a sequel or rewriting this as a miniseries, and i’ll never say never when it comes to this story, but i’ve yet to be struck with any kind of inspiration that could possibly do this fic justice. maybe one day? who knows.

Do you even need to ask?? I would sell my soul for a speck more of this universe. Who do I have to bribe???? I’ll give anything

REQUIEM.

PAIRING — captain hook!bucky barnes x fairy f!reader

CONTENTS — one-shot; alternate universe—neverland; inspired by peter pan; fluff; angst; past character deaths.

SUMMARY — A fairy without her wings and a captain without his crew—two misfits manage to find each other in the cruel dark world that is Neverland.

WORD COUNT — 3.1k

✩ masterlist ✩ bucky barnes m.list ✩ library blog

The forest is a cold and desolate place at night. During the day, when the sun is shining, Neverland is breathtaking. But that’s part of the trap, you see. 

And once you fall in, you can never leave. 

Peter Pan would never allow it. 

The boy who never grows up floats in the inky sky above you, unmoved by the fact that you’re alone in the forest this late at night, having been cast aside by your own kind. You would almost find him beautiful, flying amongst the stars, a trail of fairy dust trickling behind him, if you didn’t know him for who he really was. 

The only thing that saves you from his sinister motives is, despite your lack of wings, you are still a fairy. Tinker Bell made a pact with him all those centuries ago; she will help him take as many lost children as he wants—but her family, her species, is forever off limits. 

A part of you believes Pan really does love Tink in his own sick and twisted way. It’s why he’s kept his promise thus far, even as his glowing eyes find you on the forest floor. You think you see a flash of sympathy in Tink’s eyes as they fly overhead, and shame, red hot and suffocating, spreads through your veins like wildfire. 

You curl up into a ball in the grass, as small as you can, hoping it will provide some relief from the chill. Despite the painful memories, you remember home. It is never cold in the kingdom of fairies, only ever full of sunshine and blooming flowers. 

As is the norm with your kind, you were supposed to come of age at twenty years old, sprouting wings, finding a mate, and finally taking flight. Instead, you watched year after year as the people you thought were your friends left you behind, their colourful wings sparkling in the golden sunlight. 

You reached twenty-five and your wings are still nowhere to be seen. The taunting soon began; there hadn’t been a wingless fairy in existence in millennia. The children called you a freak, the adults shook their heads in shame. Some of them pitied you, most were disgusted by you. You turned to your parents, hoping they would still love you despite your differences.

You had been wrong.

Your mother, at the very least, tried not to let it show that she was ashamed of you. But perhaps that was worse, knowing that she was trying to love you in spite of it all but couldn’t quite manage it.

Late in the night, you decided to leave the only place you had ever known and loved. You took nothing with you.

Perhaps you would die in the forest, surrounded by plants and flowers, underneath the winking stars. You close your eyes, still shivering, thinking that perhaps it wasn’t the worst way to go.

There are fates so much worse, as you would soon discover.

He had woken you up maybe minutes, maybe hours, after you had fallen asleep. When you opened your eyes, it was still dark. By all logic, you shouldn’t have been able to see his cerulean gaze against the navy blue sky, but there he was.

A human loomed over you, unsmiling and silent. He crouched in the grass next to you, sending you scrambling away as fast as you could. It only took him two strides to reach you again, his palm open and faced up on the dirt right next to you.

When you didn’t move, he gingerly picked you up with two fingers, lifting you all the way to his face as you twisted and struggled. Your tiny little fists did absolutely nothing, no matter how hard you threw them against his skin.

With a yelp, you were unceremoniously tossed into the air before he caught you in his open palm. You couldn’t help the sigh of relief that escaped you.

Warmth. He was so warm.

You curled up on the rough calloused skin of his hand, unable to fight the lull of sleep until you woke up again in the morning. This time, you were aboard a ship, bobbing slightly with the gentle waves of the ocean.

The stranger had placed you upon a wooden table in what looked like the captain’s quarters, a handkerchief draped over you as a makeshift blanket. You could see him standing outside the doorway on the quarter deck, telescope stretched out in front of one eye, as he searched over the horizon.

It was only in the morning light that you realized he only had one good arm, that you realized who he was.

In the stories, they called him Captain Hook.

You had heard of him in tales of a villainous pirate that had reached your kingdom long ago. He was said to be cruel, even sadistic; you never thought you would ever meet him, or that he would take you in.

For the first few weeks, he downright refuses to speak to you. But the rules of decorum no longer apply here; after all, he is a pirate and you are no longer amongst the fairies. Unrelenting, you pester him with questions.

Why would he save you if he doesn’t want to be friends? You didn’t have any friends back at home… well, not anymore. You would like to know what true friendship looks like before you die.

How come he leaves the candle lit all night for you, even though it disturbs his sleep? Some nights, after some considerable effort, you blew out the flame just to see what would happen. He would calm, his tossing and turning would cease, as if he were more comfortable in the darkness. Hidden. Obscured. Safe.

Where was everyone else? Is a captain really a captain if he has no crew? There are signs that people have lived here. Markings on the walls, drawings on old bits of parchment hidden haphazardly between the pages of a book, clothes that are either too small or too large or too feminine for him, a hairbrush with long strands of red hair tangled in the bristles.

Unable to fly, you could not venture far from the captain’s cabin. That is, unless you grabbed onto his sleeve as he passed by. He tutted at you in disapproval once he felt your weight on his shoulder, but he silently allowed you to sit there for as long as you liked.

Sometimes you would sing to yourself, old songs your mother used to sing that used to bring you comfort. Sometimes you watched the sun set over the horizon. But today, you played with the chain of a necklace that rested around his neck, hidden underneath the collar of his loose-fitting shirt, tugging at it out of curiosity.

The shift in movement revealed a set of tags with names on them. Steve, Sam, Sharon, Joaquin, Tony, Natasha… but was is the last one that has you reeling in shock, dropping the chain as if it burned your palms.

Peter.

Peter? 

Peter Pan?

The nameless captain reached up to grab you off his shoulder and marched back to his cabin to practically toss you down onto the wooden table. You tumbled out of his grasp, surprised and breathless at his sudden harsh treatment. Your heart plummeted to your stomach when he took out a glass jar and placed it upside down on top of you, rendering you trapped.

You cried for hours until he finally set you free, something akin to shame and guilt in his eyes.

When you didn’t forgive him for days, because he hadn’t even so much as asked for your forgiveness, he took you out of the ship for the first time, out onto the beach where the ship was docked. He placed you gently onto the warm sand, and your anger was washed away with each lick of the waves. You rolled around in the sand, shrieking with laughter as you ran and frolicked, squealed with glee as the water lapped at your feet.

You had never been to the ocean before, you told him. Again, he didn’t speak as he picked up a pretty pink shell and handed it to you. You held it above your head on shaky arms in what you hoped was a display of strength, and you swore you saw the smallest hints of a smile in his chiseled features. You ran around with it held above you, waving it back and forth and relishing at how the air suddenly cooled when you were underneath it.

When he finally took you back to the ship after you grew tired, you insisted he bring the shell with you. You laid down next to it, smiling at the way it sparkled and shone, at how you could still hear the sounds of the ocean as you fell asleep beside it.

You finally found the courage to ask one day. Why did Peter Pan hate him so much, enough to spread such wicked lies about him? He still didn’t answer you, but he didn’t get angry this time. Instead, he looked at you with such sad eyes, you decided not to ask anymore.

His pain was now your own. You lay your head on the fingers of his flesh hand as he grasped the railing, closing your eyes when you felt his knuckle-white grip loosen.

How did he lose his arm? Another touchy subject, but you’d always been a curious little bird. He didn’t seem to mind your questions anymore, but he still did not answer.

It was alright, you told yourself. You’d speak for the both of you. He moved to take his false arm, the one with a hook for a hand, away from you. But you leapt onto it, wrapping your arms around it as best as you can. Your arms didn’t even reach halfway around him, but he gazed down at you in what you believed was shock. You fell asleep there that night, waking up to the sight of his face in front of you, having fallen asleep at the table himself, evidently not wanting to wake you.

Who was Steve? You’d heard the name sometimes in his sleep. It was one of the names on his necklace. It was the name signed onto the drawings that litter the ship. Drawings of flowers, trees, the sunset, the ocean. Drawings of what Neverland could be. And of him, of your captain.

What was his name? It was this question that finally allowed you to hear his voice. As you gazed at him, instead of the evil, instead of the sin you had always heard about in those tales about him, you saw only yourself in his steely blue eyes. You saw your own loneliness and longing reflected back at you, and you knew for certain right then that the tales were untrue.

You never hoped to leave the ship.

You had nowhere else to go, after all.

But the real reason you stayed was because there was warmth there, a kind of warmth you’d never felt, even before you were an outcast.

You prayed you’d never have to.

“James,” he finally answered. His voice melted into your skin, seeped into your veins, and traveled straight to your heart.

Magic eluded you for years. You thought it had forsaken you. You thought it had deemed you unworthy. Turned out, magic came to you in the form of a lonely captain on a deserted ship, himself nothing but a lost soul that Peter Pan could not—or would not—touch.

They called him Captain Hook.

You would only ever call him James.

James would never tell you that finding you on that forest floor was what saved his life. He would later learn what you were, but even without fairy wings you remained the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in Neverland.

For a moment, he thought he had been hallucinating. There was no way a cursed being like him would find a solace like you after centuries of sorrow. It must be a trick. He must have finally lost his mind from grief. You could not be real.

But then you opened your eyes and the rest was history. James knew he needed to protect you then. Although, if he were really being honest with himself, he wasn’t doing it solely for you. The last time he had allowed to care, to love, Pan had taken everything from him. But you were off limits. The boy who never grows up was not allowed to touch you, not unless he wanted to hurt the only person who’d been loyal to him for as long as she had.

It’d been a very long time, and Pan is no longer the Peter that James remembered and loved, but there were still pieces of Peter in there somewhere—the traces of a boy who loved just as fiercely as he desperately wanted to be loved in return. It was why no matter how hard he tried, James could not bring himself to end the tyranny. Because to kill Peter Pan would be to kill the boy he used to be.

It would mean killing Peter Parker, the very last of James’ crew.

And if James had walked away from you that night, then he could bid what remained of the already shattered remnants of his soul goodbye. You were such a tiny little thing, but somehow you already took up more room in his life than anything else had in years.

“Why did you save me if you didn’t want to be friends?” You asked him one day, sitting at the table in his cabin, tiny legs dangling off the edge. You kicked them underneath you innocently, eyes hopeful as you asked the question.

He did want to be friends, but he didn’t remember how.

He didn’t want to be friends, because his heart longed for something more.

“How come you leave the candle lit all night for me, even though it disturbs your sleep?” He thought you might have been cold, but honestly this wasn’t just because of you. He left a candle lit at night even before you ever came along, as sleep had been the one to disturb him. Most nights, it eluded him. But on the rare occasions it did come, it was almost never peaceful.

And perhaps it was his way of atoning, of trying to guide other lost souls away from the darkness.

“Where is everyone else?” They are all dead… except one. Rage flooded into him when you found the tags with the forbidden names engraved on them. It had been a very long time since he’d had to share space with another living being, and sometimes he forgot how delicate you were.

His anger lashed out then and he cruelly trapped you underneath a jar, hating himself for it when he heard your crying and sobbing into the night. Your little hands bang—tinkle—against the glass, begging him to let you out.

You withdrew from him after that.

He wanted to say sorry. He wanted to tell you he’d never do it again. He wanted to promise to cut off his other hand if you didn’t believe him.

He didn’t know how. He couldn’t find the words important enough.

So, he took you to the beach, watched as you played and jumped and leapt. The happiness that radiated from you when he gifted you a tiny pink seashell is debilitating. The water splashed at your feet, and when you looked up at him, smiling, it took everything for him not to weep.

When was the last time he found joy—pure unadulterated joy—in Neverland?

He found it in your eyes then. He silently vowed to do everything to keep it there.

“Why does Peter Pan hate you so much?” Hate was perhaps not the right word, because Pan had never taken the chance to kill him either even though he’d had plenty of opportunities.

But Peter was drunk on power and fairy dust, allowed it to turn him into the tyrant he was today, luring the lost and terrified spirits of children under his spell in a misguided and twisted attempt to build some kind of family.

He might sympathize with Pan, if it hadn’t turned him into a bully. And he never liked bullies; neither did the rest of his crew. They fought alongside him, determined to free Neverland and return it to the utopia it once was. They did not succeed.

“How did you lose your arm?” The stories told that it was bitten off by an alligator. But in reality, he’d given it up. Peter wanted to know how badly he wanted his friends back.

I can return them to you, but you can’t have something for nothing.

He should have known better than to make a deal with the devil; he never does give you what you wish for.

I never said I would give them back alive.

“Who is Steve? I hear you say his name sometimes.” This was the name that always hit him hardest. It belonged to his first mate, his best friend, his brother in arms. He was half-surprised when he had to blink away tears, astonished that the grief he had grown so comfortable with still had the power to bring him down under again.

Tiny, stubborn, and hot-headed Steven, who always chose to do the right thing, no matter how hard it would be.

He remembered cradling Steve’s small body in his arms, burying him under the sand along with the rest of his friends. He had kissed them all goodbye, clutching at their limp hands as his lips caressed their foreheads before he walked away, but he would leave a part of his soul with each of them.

“What is your name?” He looked at you then, and centuries of ache compelled him to tell you. It was a gift, one’s own name, and to share it with another person was sacred. It was an act so simple, but it was capable of forging a bond. When you told him yours, he craved it—that connection to another creature he hadn’t had in so long.

“James.”

It was a word he hadn’t spoken in years and it sounded strange on his tongue, like it didn’t even belong to him. But then you repeated it, slowly, one, twice, three times, and he knew that nothing was ever going to be the same.

You called to him that night, sounding happy to be able to do it, to say goodnight to him and follow it with his name.

“Good night, James.”

The fog suddenly lifted. The name that had been so foreign to him suddenly belonged to him again. He remembered James Barnes, the person he used to be, the person he needed to rediscover.

He remembers the person he must remain. 

fin.

AFTERWORD — i’ve always thought about writing a sequel or rewriting this as a miniseries, and i’ll never say never when it comes to this story, but i’ve yet to be struck with any kind of inspiration that could possibly do this fic justice. maybe one day? who knows.

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[navybrat817]

navyyy 💙 for the wip game, care to tell us more about—?

Tell Me Something Sweet

🫶🏻

Okay, Janie, you lovelies may laugh at me. I'm prepared for that. 😂But you know The Chocolate Guy, Amaury Guichon? My vision for Tell Me Something Sweet is Bucky as a chocolatier who makes similar videos, but you never see his face and his followers don't know his real name. You get the chance to meet him and create a masterpiece together, as long as you promise not to post any photos of him or post his name (which you keep, of course).

And, of course, sparks fly between you two and the meeting may just end with a date.

Feel free to laugh, lovelies. It's okay.

Love and thanks! ❤️

WIP Title Ask Game

[candystevegrams]

Dear @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

Happy Valentine’s Day lovely 💜

I saw this prompt for these candy grams and it got me thinking about your writing 🍬 What's your favourite piece of their art with Steve in it? 🍬

I feel like all my praise of your beautiful stories has been for your Bucky fics, but I love love love your characterisation of Steve so so much. This has got to be from such a long time ago, but your fractured fairytales series, specifically Just Like Magic, captured my heart beyond belief - I live for fairytales/Disney princesses, anything related to that realm, and your skinny!steve x eccentric princess!reader has always had my entire heart. The insecurity of skinny Steve and how he believed Bucky was the object of readers affection, but in reality it was him all along 😭 the set up and execution of everything related to the couple chapters I got to read of that story were so perfect, I still think about them to this day.

I have loved you and your blog since our very first interaction and it makes me so happy that you’re back on tumblr 💜

Love you always, Em xoxo

@thereoncewasagirlnamedjane You have a candygram! 🍬

[elixirfromthestars]

ten people I’d like to get to know better ✨

thank you so much for tagging me @flowersforbucky ☺️🩷

last song: dolce by cazzu

last book: men who hate women by laura bates (still currently reading)

last movie: twisters 2024 (had to do a little rewatch for a certain cowboy 🤭💗)

last tv show: daredevil (just started my rewatch before the new show starts!)

last thing googled: neurosurgery procedures and other surgery related questions for a fic

favorite color: baby pink/lilac

sweet/savory/spicy: probably savory, but I have a big sweet tooth too

currently looking forward to: a cabin trip I’ll be taking at the end of march to celebrate my uncle’s birthday 🎂✨(it’s what’s getting me through these last few weeks of winter lol)

current obsession: bucky barnes, I don’t think it’s an obsession that’ll ever leave 😂🩷

no pressure tags: @writing-for-marvel @arcane-vagabond @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane @perdidosbucky-yyo @mrsbuckybarnes1917 @treatbuckywkisses @lomlbuckybarnes @whatever-lmaoo @nameless-ken @barnesafterglow

[buckbuckbarnesstuff]

since the 2024 is ending, what are your favorite fics from this year? 🤗 (also the ones you've wrote too)

You're so lovely for asking me this, thank you so much!! ❤

These are some of my favorite fics I've read this year and still think about on occasion:

Treacherous by @scrumptious-delusion

A Night of Frights & Delights + Lines Crossed + The Biker's Tulip + Boulevard Confessions by @elixirfromthestars

Blurred Lines by @ellemj

Cold libraries create warmer hearts + second part by @elvenrin

A dish served cold + Me & the Devil + Smog & Spirits by @artficlly

Time after time + About that night (the bugs and the dirt) by @intrepidacious

Unsolved by @shurisneakers

Requiem + Of all the ways to die by @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

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And as for my own I think it has to be Two with College!Athlete Bucky in a corn maze au. It’s actually the one fic where I immediately started writing after the idea popped up in my head and I managed to write it all in one sitting. I also enjoyed how my most recent fic turned out. Whumpcember (day 12). I've never written about something like this and it was actually really fun!

[intrepidacious]

🌴- CYM as your favourite fanfic tropes 👀

*cracks knuckles* alright let's do this

as you're about to be able to tell, i have a lot of favourite tropes 😌

you, my dear @targaryenvampireslayer, get monsters and cryptids (which includes vampires and werewolves and all that good stuff). it's a classic and i eat it up every time

@scrumptious-delusion your trope is fake dating because i still think about That Scene at the end of part three of the little bird series too often

@brandycranby you get fuck or die. it's incredibly fun. you're the only person i'm comfortable assigning this one to. there we go <3

@thereoncewasagirlnamedjane it's hurt/comfort for you 🥺 you're incredible at finding the right balance between fluff and angst

@aphrogeneias your trope is mutual pining. it's maybe my favourite trope of all time and you deserve nothing less

@barnesafterglow yours is arranged marriage because will i ever stop thinking about cosmic love? of course not

my dear @marvelettesassemblenow you get fix-it fics. the backbone of our society

@sanguineterrain your trope is "person a fell first / person b fell harder". i don't know how to shorten that but you know what i mean

@demxters you get time loops and i think you know why 💚 (it's your drabble requests. of course it is.)

@youremyfriend-youremymission it is enemies to lovers for you. the quintessential angsty starter pack

@levans44 your trope is childhood friends to lovers. another staple for a reason, i love this one so much

@nickfowlerrr yours is a royalty au because of your witcher fic that, i think, rewired my brain permanently i'm not joking

@krirebr you are the queen of slow burn so of course that's your trope

@fandoms-writings your trope is "there's just one bed". i'm giggling just thinking about that one

@wildlivelychild yours is friends with benefits. another classic that just slaps every time

@bubbly-moonwarrior you get the fairytale au. the vibes are vibing !!

last but certainly not least, @obsidianvibranium your trope is amnesia. underrated but beloved <3

thank you for joining the sleepover

[itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare]

10 people i'd like to know better!

thank you for tagging me @barnesafterglow and @demxters ily both!!! 🥺💛

Last Song - would that i by hozier (i'm on a real wasteland baby trip lately)

Favourite Colour - sunshiney yellow <3

Last Book - just started these violent delights by chloe gong

Last Movie - ? ? ? honestly it's been a while, it might've been three wishes for cinderella

Last TV Show - the witcher

Sweet/Savoury/Spicy - yes

Relationship Status - so single i downloaded bumble (but haven't made a profile yet)

Last Thing I Googled - scrivener delete project

Looking Forward To - being DONE with my LIS degree !!!

Current Obsessions - fully been getting back into the witcher again. but also my planners. i adore my planners <3

no pressure tags!! @just-french-me-up @avisalix @levanswrites @catofthebarricades @fandoms-writings @youremyfriend-youremymission @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory @bigtreefest @sweetdreamsbuck

[harbours-lighthouse-recs]

જ⁀➴ february's list of amazing works by wonderful people, Marvel edition!

Steve Rogers:

i. "This Could Be A Dream" @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane ii. "Moonlit Silver" @hawthorne-bias iii. "Dusty Pink" @hawthorne-bias iv. "Ivory Mist" @hawthorne-bias

Doctor Strange:

i. "Midnight Miseries, Muttered Comforts" @starks-hero ii. "Dream A Little, Dream of Me @starks-hero iii. Stark Revelations (part two to the above) @starks-hero

[writing-for-marvel]

“What if—what if he’s gone when I open my eyes?”  

Janie why must you hurt me like this 😣😣

“Promise?” He asks, sounding much smaller than he is.

My baby Steebie 🥺🥺 I just want to hold him

this could be a dream.

‣ pairing — steve rogers x gn!reader

‣ contents — drabble, post-ca:cw, angst, tiny bits of fluff if you squint, hurt/comfort, established relationship, tw: grief?

‣ summary — you find out why steve hasn’t been sleeping lately.

‣ word count — 513

✩ read on ao3 ✩ masterlist ✩ library blog

On the surface, it doesn’t seem like much has changed.

He walks into the safe house and people see their ever-dependable captain, his back straight and chin lifted, oozing authority and control even if he’s not technically captain anymore. 

But you see it—the dark circles, the slight drooping of his shoulders, the irritability, the pained rubbing of his temples when he thought no one was looking, and the off-by-a-millisecond slowed reaction times out in the field. 

He’s tired. Steve hasn’t been sleeping. 

It has been a hard couple of months; being on the run takes its toll, but there’s a hint of something else in his features you just can’t seem to place. 

When you gather the courage to ask him, he brushes you off. When you stand there, dejected, watching his retreating back with resignation and sadness, Steve turns towards you just before he steps out into the night. 

He offers you a sad smile, forced and unnatural, before promising you that everything is fine. For the first time, you don’t believe him. Steve has always been a terrible liar. 

When you tiptoe into his room late one night, you’re not at all surprised to find him on the floor. Sometimes he preferred it there, but this time you pause for a second.

Bucky is lying fast asleep just mere inches away, his metal arm curled under his head, his dark brown hair splayed out across a pillow.

You almost smile at the sight of the two recently reunited best friends sleeping on the floor like they’re two boys at a sleepover. 

Except Steve is awake. He looks too afraid to even blink, let alone sleep. 

He doesn’t acknowledge you until you’ve settled down on the floor quietly behind him. Your hand splays carefully over his shoulder, and then he’s leaning back against you. 

Bucky stirs, a sleepy sound escaping his lips, but doesn’t wake from what looks to be his first peaceful slumber in decades. 

Steve gasps softly, releasing a shuddering breath. 

Realization dawns. However improbable, someone he loves isn’t dead. Someone he loves has come back to life. Now that the chaos of it has died down a little, Steve needs some time to process that life-altering information. 

“This could be a dream,” he whispers, his eyes wide and terrified. 

“It’s not,” you whisper back. Heart wrenching, you lean down to wrap your arms around him, tears springing to your eyes when his tense shoulders begin to tremble.

“How do we know?”

“Sleep, Steve.”

“What if—what if he’s gone when I open my eyes?”  

“I’ll keep an eye on him for you,” you swear as you lean down to kiss his temple. Despite his fears, his eyelids begin to droop. 

“Promise?” He asks, sounding much smaller than he is.

“Promise.”

By the time you’ve finished speaking the word, Steve has finally drifted off, entrusting the personification of his very own heart into your two hands. You watch over them both until morning.

By sunrise, they are rested again.

And the sky is new.

fin.

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thereoncewasagirlnamedjane © 2024.

[navybrat817]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you to @krirebr @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane and @buck-star for the tags!

rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it. Tag as many people as you have wips.*

I have... so many. Some I've referenced on a WIP poll.

Lights, Camera, Action Perfectly Misaligned A Perfect Day Blood in the Water Smile Pretty Tangled Up in Your Trance Cleanse Me With Pleasure Tagalong Dream With Me Past, Present, and Future Pick Me Up Star-Crossed No More Mr. Nice Guy Bucket List Deal With the Devil Begin Again Breaking Free Bring the Fire A Fiery Delicacy Let's Get Swallowed Whole Falling in Reverse Too Good to Be True Tell Me Something Sweet In His Sights Monster in Your Head *Okay, I stopped at 25. I have a lot more. I'm not tagging that many of you lovelies. 😂

NPT: @ghotifishreads @clairewritesandrambles @writercole @vunblr @drabblesandsnippets @sashaisready @deliciousangelfestival and anyone seeing this who wants to play!

[candystevegrams]

dear @elvenrin,

happy valentine’s day!! do you know i always do a little happy dance whenever i see you leave a beautiful comment on one of my steve fics, or in my notifications at all?? i appreciate you so much, you know!! i’m so glad i met you and i hope your day is sugary sweet, just like you 😌

love, janie <3

@elvenrin You have a candygram! 🍬

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Tag Game

Thank you @gremlin-girly & @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane for the tag

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

tag as many people as you have wips.

WIPs (will probably change the titles)

Taking Chances

Never Wanted to Say Goodbye

No pressure tags:

@nekoannie-chan @americasass81

[elixirfromthestars]

last photo & song ✨

you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title…who/what is it?

Thank you for tagging me @arcane-vagabond !! 🫶🏼

So…um…I can explain 🫣 I’m listening to Tate McRae’s new album while working on making gifs for my blurb requests, and now I have ended up in a movie that is most certainly way out of my comfort zone 😅🩷

no pressure tags: @whatever-lmaoo @flowersforbucky @writing-for-marvel @marvelstoriesepic @elvenrin @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

[gremlin-girly]

tag game

thank you the sweetest @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane for tagging me 🥺🫶🏻

tag as many people as you have - I.... no. I can't. I have 150+ WIPs 😭

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

not all of these are confirmed titles :)

Tagging @steviebbboi @mrs-elsie-barnes @vunblr @stargazingfangirl18 @saiyanprincessswanie @buckets-and-trees @late-to-the-party-81 @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @darsynia @brunchable @buck-star anyone else who wants to join in (because I forgot to tag before going out 🫠🫣)

When I Get Low I Get High

Cigarettes and Feelings

Bud

Mary Jane

Blackberry Wilds

Sea Shell

Adventures in Babysitting

Blood Moon

Irresistible

Strawberry Moon

Learning Curves

Beyond the Dark Woods

Meat Cute

Needful Thing

Resident Yapper

Bearskin

Work Antics

Curl Up & Dye

Cowboys & Aliens

The Tide is High

Works in Friction

Hack Off

Nine Lives

Ski Chalet

No Charge

Lady of the Lake

Angelfish

Mine

Branded

The Mysterious Case of the Cartoon Boxers

The Lady is a Tramp

Nightmares

The Winter Stripper

Love to Hate You

The Neighbour

Daddy Day Care

Roommate Diaries

[hawthorne-bias]

@afortoru, @bitchy-bi-trash, @diremoone, @jaqui-has-a-conspiracy-theory

@oswildin, @songsofadelaide, @stellar-solar-flare, @sukunasweetheart, @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane

THIS IS SO PRETTY, ISN'T IT? 😍😍✨

I didn’t realize you were the person who did the fanfiction tag drinks.

ahah yeah that's meeee!!

If you guys are interested they are all available as stickers on my RB!!

[intrepidacious]

tag game

rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell us about it.

tag as many people as you have wips yeah no lmao

you know what i said i wouldn't ever do an honest version of this tag because it's frankly ridiculous how many docs/wips i have, but i saw someone else post the entirety of their wip folder and found it inspiring so. thank you for tagging me @writing-for-marvel 💛

no pressure tags <3 @brandycranby @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane @fandoms-writings @nickfowlerrr @krirebr @levanswrites @scrumptious-delusion @demxters @sanguineterrain

here goes, adhd at its finest. changing font colours per character. also some of these are themselves folders with documents inside so this is still not an extensive list lmao 🫠

time after time

a witch for all seasons

vampire bucky

the bad days

tired

friendship breakups / the way we were / tangents meeting

wayward guide for the untrained eye

to home afar

smile

trivia

electric boots

more of you

timeless

color me

sing me a song

pouring rain

[untitled 40s bucky]

caught in the undertow

fair

winter soldier

summer loving

daisy jones

something to rely on

leaving on a jet plane

pancakes for dinner

snow child

jones

rewritten!bucky

librarian!bucky

librarian!bucky - haircut

half past six

the stars in your eyes

dandelions

stick season

after westview

fae!bucky

holding cell

fake dating

lotr au

something bout you

dust settling / lucky for me

call me but love / unconquerable

not yet

wishes / nineteen twenty-five

forty-three

death becomes him

lights out

come fly with me

ghost light

battle cries

[untitled angst]

wishing

private eye!steve

outlaw!steve

rewritten!steve

[untitled spice]

royal librarian steve / hearts of gold

a smile that cold

occupy my brain

too sweet

poison in my pocket

ready when you are

the horror and the wild

victorian!ransom

royalty au

pirate captive

[untitled drabble]

there's always tomorrow

[untitled fairy tale retelling]

sweet diversions / on the bride's side

westworld

the space between atoms

solar system

earth rover

that unwanted animal

second wind

not mine

why'd you only call me when you're high

welly boots

farewell wanderlust

dancing

pietro

marbles

wild blue yonder

the rockrose and the thistle

unmarried

watch the sunlight fade

secret agent au

the horror and the wild (2)

and we all still die

against all odds

scars

hurt/comfort

to play with fire

velen

a nature such as his

a common place

til the darkness has gone

just fairer than death / through the darkness-1

accidental marriage

circe

one day's head start

sub!james

formal dinners

eye of the storm

make up for lost time

ex wife

fine | b.b.

on the town | b.b. (tat)

crimson and clover | b.b. (tat)

| j.n.

must be the season | w.m.

in the absence of falling | b.b.

just like your dad | r.d.

hockey au | b.b.

| s.r./b.b.

library | b.b.

staring contest | b.b.