#fayth rambles

[treatbuckywkisses]

HI I MISS U ❤️

plsssss don't hate me for the back & forth

[aberooski]

And no one was surprised aksksk

[ofmoonlily]

Spira's Archives

Maechen: Shall I tell you about the Spira of days long past, eh?

Maechen: There is a legend, you know. Just before the horrible Sin appeared…a terrible war raged between Bevelle and Zanarkand. When the armies of Bevelle attacked Mount Gagazet, they heard a song echoing across the snowy slopes. “‘Tis a song from an otherworld,” they said. The soldiers panicked and ran. And then, as if to pursue the retreating armies, Sin appeared! Some time later, scouts from Bevelle braved the mountain. On the other side, they witnessed the ruins that had been Zanarkand. The city destroyed. Not a single soul left standing. Gone! In its place, a multitude of the fayth had gathered on Gagazet. They were singing a song. It’s the song we now call the “Hymn of the Fayth.” And that, as they say, is that. Well…maybe not all of it.

¬Maechen: Would you like to hear the rest?

Maechen: Rumors flew in Bevelle about Sin’s sudden appearance. They said that the people of Zanarkand became the fayth, that they had called Sin. And that the man responsible…was none other than the summoner Yevon, ruler of Zanarkand! Yes, the lord father of Lady Yunalesca. On the eve of Zanarkand’s destruction, Lady Yunalesca… had fled to safety with her husband, Zaon. Later, the two used the Final Summoning to defeat Sin. Yet the people of Bevelle still feared Yu Yevon. It was to quell his wrath that they revered him, and first spread his teachings. And so were born the temples of Yevon. I suppose it’s possible Yunalesca had planned it that way from the start! A fair trade, she defeats Sin in exchange for her lord father’s honor. Of course, there’s no proof. No, the facts are lost in the mists of time. And who’d admit Yevon was an enemy of Bevelle? You can bet the temples had a hand in covering that one up! And that, as they say, is that.

¬Maechen: Like to hear more, would you?

Maechen: Let me tell you about the Hymn of the Fayth. It was once a Zanarkand song, sung in defiance of Bevelle! Of course, the Yevon clergy of Bevelle forbade it. Then, as these things often go, those who disliked Yevon began to sing it. The Al Bhed, for instance. The Hymn of the Fayth became the symbol of defiance against Yevon. Yevon could do nothing but capitulate. They lifted the ban on the song, and spread a new story. They said the hymn was a song sung to soothe the souls of the dead. And so saying, they took the song and made it scripture. That’s why today, the hymn is sung all over Spira. You could say that, though Zanarkand is gone from this world, it lives on in the song. Aaaah, but look at the time. I’ve rambled on again. I do love stories, you see. Well, I owe you my gratitude for hearing this old scholar out.

[dobercorgis]

Just gonna ramble on abt my thoughts on ffx it’ll be incoherent as usual

I really wish I didn’t play the game sporadically bc I don’t remember a lot of the lore which actually seems pretty interesting. Like I could not tell you what a fayth or aeon is… which is kinda bad I have the memory of a goldfish clearly.

The characters are def a strong point here. I do like the cast although some do become less important story-wise but I feel like that’s pretty common. Rikku’s definitely my favorite character I just love how bubbly and caring she is. I think her introduction to the group was kinda stilted (Tidus just being like I found a stray!) but she carved a place for herself so well that I can overlook that lol. Auron was also a great character, and honestly kinda flipped my expectations bc I thought he would be the most traditional one out of the group bc he had that anything’s fine just continue your pilgrimage attitude, but then you find out that he’s the one that was the most opposed to the final summoning on his journey. Is auron and jecht doomed yaoi? I think he just confirmed that I like mentor characters cuz I think he’s like the 4th or 5th one I liked so far. Tidus and yuna are so precious. I just like to think about how yuna started her journey knowing and accepting that she was going to die, then tidus found out that no he’s going to “die.”

Ik this came out before Xenoblade but the story just reminds me so much of it. The obvious one being tidus’s “alive” state and shulk’s, but the storyline reminded me so much of xc3. Eternal cycle that only creates more death, culture around sending people off, the protagonist’s group basically being the beacon of hope, and the final boss being a concept lol. And the whole machina war and being against the machina??? Bro??? Xc1??? The people of bionis basically hating and fearing machina/mechonis??? Oh and the yu yevon fight was on a giant sword… mechonis sword… hehe

That being said I’m not sure if I want to replay the game. You can tell the game is dated and no I’m not talking abt the graphics I literally play Nintendo games idgaf abt graphics. The UI is unintuitive, personally I didn’t find most of the music to be that great, the battles are kinda slow (this might be a skill issue lol), and the constant random encounters are a pain. You might be like how do you hate wild encounters when I play pokemon but you only encounter them in specific areas and also repels are available pretty early on. I really should have explored and backtracked more because clearly I missed many items which I did think hinder me a bit (I’m sorry kimahri). I’m not really a huge fan of the sphere grid either. I didn’t get any of the celestial weapons and didn’t get anima bc I missed the besaid sphere. And I didn’t know you could backtrack before the ship so uh yeah I got locked out. I also found no jecht spheres lmao.

Although I rlly do like how well they wrote jecht’s relationships bc even without those extra memories, I was still able to understand and feel invested in his relationships with tidus and auron. I think jecht and tidus have an interesting relationship but that’s just bc I like family drama esp ones involving problematic dads. I loved the ending cutscene where tidus sees braska and auron and then high fives jecht.

I think the story will def hit different if I play it again with all this context in mind, but again I’m not sure if I want to at least any time soon 😅

Overall 6.5-7/10

Forgot to add: I hate seymour he had way too much screen time. Thank god we kicked him and the other cockroaches out of power

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[dankokaji]

I'm buckling up, and here for the ride. >:3

I find your feelings on the subject of post FFX-2 quite refreshing and agreeable! I can't help but disappoint, bc I'm always on the consumer side of things. No matter if it's trash, or mid, or unexpectedly brilliant, I always want more material from the creative team behind the FFX universe even if the content can be polarizing. But I certainly enjoy the challenge!

However, I have to say, the ambiguous set-up they got going on for FFX-3 is very similar to an old anime/light novel series from the 2010 decade called Sunday Without God. It's not exactly unique in that sense, but there are lots of cool parallels and ideas that I find inspiring.

But honestly, what we fans call beating the dead horse, SQ sees milking the old cow. LOL

As for your Auron + Dream Zanarkand thoughts:

If you were to one day write that entire essay into a full-fledged fanfiction, I would binge read and review every single chapter of it. Auron and Tidus's father-son bond has always been one of my favorite aspects of FFX, esp in a game where father characters compete for the Worst Dad of the Year award and moms go nameless. Cid got the plot armor by his name alone. XD

You make such valid points that I can't really contribute anything! You pretty much collected all possible hints of what kind of world DZ was from the rare fiend sightings to contextual clues taken from Auron's character model throughout flashbacks. I remember Auron looking young, tho, in the scene where Tidus's mom is confirmed "gone"; I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. XD

I think the major hot take I have in regards to the audio drama is there's no way Auron sired an illegitimate child. It's obviously a dumb cash grab for shock value; no build up to the possibility whatsoever, so I like to think Chuami's mom is using Auron's name as a positive role model for a man who took care of her. Could be something dark or innocuous (of which I prefer the former, bc dark, gritty story-telling is my jam for breakfast), but c'mon, don't do this to me, SQ. XD

But anyway, your in-depth analysis and speculation pretty much lends credit to the implication that for the Farplane to be flooded by an unprecedented amount of souls (Zanarkand Fayth + Dream inhabitants) unintended to exist at once, let alone in the first place, I'd put my money in the pot that the DZ population are sentient and capable of existing in the material plane. Jecht and Tidus in particular are special, bc of Sin and Yevon's influence. What's really tragic about pyreform beings is that they can't exist by their own will. They need a Summoner, whether living or Unsent, to tether them using magic. For the former, that's like signing a death sentence.

I'm influenced by the idea that similar to Star Ocean rules where a character can be incapacitated by health and mana, I think the same could apply to FFX as well (but I feel that the effect is less severe bc the world itself is rich in mana). FFXVI has already proven that's how mana works in their universe as well, and I like that detail of "abusing magic comes with consequence."

But yeah, I'm already rambling in that subject. Here's Part 1/2 of my compressed thoughts. XD Seriously, though, I'm deeply honored by your passionate and intelligent response, and I honestly, I'm in awe of it. <3

Since the devs and creative minds behind the FFX -Will- have claimed they wrote the audio drama ambiguous on purpose in order for us to fill in the gaps using our imagination, I'd like to ask what your desire or vision of FFX-3 is! :D

Whether it be in fanfiction or fan art, speculations or whimsical thoughts, I'd love to hear about it!

Hi, Danko Kaji! Brace yourself lol:

I genuinely believe that the future of Spira, unless it's in a distant one, should be left alone. I think X-2 wrapped up the start of the Eternal Calm nicely, and there is no need to push it further. Continuing from where X-2 left off is an example of beating a dead horse.

Also, from what I've seen, going back to Braska's journey is a popular X-3 concept among fans, but that would be the worst, imo. I don't see how it would introduce fresh elements to the story. Essentially, it would be a rehash of X, but with no surprises. I think we should all appreciate how we learned about that time through Auron's recollections (from his personal stories and the memories we witnessed in the ruins), and I fear that a full game focusing on it would diminish that impact. It's an unpopular opinion, but I truly hope that never comes to fruition.

I have two ideas, and one of them is fairly stupid, but I'm sharing. In fact, let's start with that one:

01. Auron in Dream Zanarkand. Tidus once said that fiends were a rarity in DZ, and that it was a big deal when one showed up. It'd be incredible if we got to discover that Auron was the one responsible for keeping them at bay, and was also the one slaying them once they reached the city (a boss, even, which would indeed be a "big deal"). Not necessarily as a hero either, but specifically driven by his promise to ensure Tidus' safety. It's evident that he kept up with his combat skills during his 10 years there, since he wasn't at all rusty when the time for battle came. In fact, he was prepared. The Japanese dialogue hinted that Auron periodically checked in on Tidus. It's interesting to imagine him being away dealing with fiends during those intervals. Perhaps he even had some form of affiliation with a small group of people who learned to fight and are committed to protecting DZ and uncovering some truths. This group could have uncovered something odd that helped them understand there could be more to DZ than meets the eye. They'd be low profile to avoid being dismissed as wacko. Then comes Auron, a sensible man with a strong head on his shoulders, and his arrival in their lives would provide a sense of companionship. Yet he never says he believes them or knows something. Maybe he sees himself in these people who are driven by what they believe, and he knows their worlds would be shattered by the truth.

Since Sin was known to destroy anything/anyone who got too close to DZ, it's plausible that remnants from another world (Spira) would wash up on its shores. Maybr strange technology and trinkets, or unfamiliar clothing. Ideally something more creative than that, lol. Their group backstory would be that their discoveries presented a pattern that each of then began to notice at some point, thus rendering them "touched" by Spira. It would provide an opportunity to see how someone from a fayth's dream or summoning can transform into something more once they've been touched by Spira or Sin. Remember what Bahamut's fayth said:

"Both you and your father have been touched by Sin. Sin, the one whom all Spira—the spiral—revolves. You two are more than just dreams now. Just a little more."

Vague enough to have fun with, if you ask me. Exploring Auron's time in DZ (especially the period between his shattered beliefs and the end of his mortal life) could be awesome. It would allow for insight as to why he aged. Did he manifest it on his own, and if so, was it gradual or immediate? There's a scene in FFX where Tidus (talking to Yuna) revisits a memory that took place while he was still a kid, shortly before his mother's death. Auron was shown to have already aged by then. So, maybe the stress, heartache, fear, and grief (the immense emotional burden) manifested through his appearance, making him look as old and worn as he felt on the inside.

I can't see any of this being translated into a full-fledged game, though. Maybe a smaller game where the "big bad" is actually Auron's inner turmoil and dealing with his new reality—similar to Buffy the Vampire Slayer season 6, lol. But those are my unrefined thoughts on that jumble of dumb.

[noxtivagus]

good morning i didn't sleep 🤍

[sevi007]

Really struggling with figuring out what kind of background that Auron Portrait should have.

If I could just visualize something that screams "Farplane", "To Zanarkand" and everything that makes his story so wonderful and tragic, and that all at once - now THAT would be great.

[treatbuckywkisses]

happy september 😊

it's a billion degrees but fall theme is necessary🫶🏻

[zanarkandfayth]

fuck you bronchitis, I’m writing fic anyways and you can’t stop me!! >:( 42K and one scene left, yeah! I will have this fic finished and the first chapter up by the end of the month even if it literally kills me!

[liikeglitterandgcld]

i’ve been humming the Hymn of the Fayth all day (er yesterday) to the where i got paine and noctis humming along—the latter for a related to an ask :>

[braskide]

outofcharacter. i probably have been thinking about this long enough & i’ve said it once but i just got reminded of it so here goes. 

i’ve always thought that yuna’s aeons are her children in a way. from the very first scene she gets with valefor you can see the tenderness in the way she just goes over without any fear to caress him. that always gets me --- the fact that everyone is in awe / shock / perhaps fear in the background meanwhile she’s just proud of it, and you can tell right away she promises herself right there & then that she’ll love them until her very last breath. 

and then there’s the final battle that only proves my point. as each aeon gets summoned & gets slain, she is more in pain. she visibily looks like she cannot do it for good, cannot just kill them ( even though the fayth themselves tell her that it is okay, that they want to help her, they want to beat yu-yevon together ) & yes, it is not really them in that moment, but she’s in so much pain.

i also firmly believe those will be the only children she’ll be able to ever have. she even had to face them again after they were believed to be gone for good --- she knows those will forever be her only children. 

[treatbuckywkisses]

maybe its because those people actually know how others deserve to be treated and want to stick up for their friends who are receiving hate for no reason. there's no need to be rude at all honestly so yeah people are gonna clap back. seriously you shouldn't be dishing it out at all but especially shut the fuck up if you can't take it when it's directed at you. everyone deserves love and kindness. you never know what's going on in someone's life so you can't know how rude and hateful shit will affect them. if you don't like something you can choose to not see shit like that again. you can unfollow or block. what does being rude and indecent towards someone do for you. what do you get out of it. attention from people "attacking" you? you're hiding behind an anonymous feature that can be taken away in seconds and I guarantee you the hate would *magically* disappear. because you can only bully someone if you have somewhere to hide. please stop being mean to people. you're in control of your own blog and dash. so shut the fuck up and do something other than be a sad human being.

Its pretty pathetic how you get hate or another blog gets hate and the same people attack the anon for simply stating their opinion. Its always the same group of people who have no damn business attacking an anon.

Well, I think it’s pretty pathetic that people get on anon and attack blogs for no apparent reason.

They aren’t “stating an opinion” they’re being cunts. If you scroll through my tumblr and find the nastiest, meanest anon, I can promise that there is one where said group of people have seen but I never posted and it was brutal.

So, please, explain where it is okay for an anon to attack a blog but not for them to receive the same energy????

[bos0rka]

Also the Tief ask lady, I wanted to follow up my rambling by saying I'm gonna use her for a dnd campaign with my friends, I've named her Faythe, but she goes by Splash and shes an ocean themed Druid!

ahhh!! I’m super happy she’s gonna go on some adventures :ooo ♥

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#5

Something Domestic - Four

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.9K

Summary: While showing you something new, Bucky gets to know just a bit more about you. And while he does, he feels a change.

Warnings: mentions of character death, walls come down a bit, soft Bucky, fluff, kind of flirty Bucky

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The cold season came a little earlier this year. That’s what you told Bucky when he found you out by the barn earlier than he’d ever seen you out there in the past couple months. You were wrapped in a thick sweater as the wind whipped across your face and through the two horses manes. You told him that the cold winds and the changing leaves weren't supposed to start for another few weeks, yet here it was. He looked out in the distance and noticed the trees had started changing their colors, bright oranges and reds starting to show. 

He helped you put the caparisons on the horses to protect them from the harsh winds before getting the daily chores out of the way. After everything was taken care of, you headed inside to shower and he found himself sunk into the couch with his book. The same spot he'd woken in with you on his chest just a week ago. 

You two hadn’t talked about how you’d fallen asleep together on the couch and he wasn't sure if he wanted to bring it up. You'd woken up that morning, not too long after he had muttered a soft and almost silent 'thank you' into your hair, and you'd been a little shy but nothing too out of the ordinary. 

You fumbled a bit when trying to get off of him and almost fell off the couch all together. He caught you by your arm, pulling you back to his chest before your face could meet the floor and an apology squeaked past your lips before you were able to pull your feet under you and stand. You rushed off to let the horses into the pasture and when you came back inside, you acted like nothing had happened. 

He knew he was probably just getting into his head about it, forming an attachment that he wasn't sure even existed. Sure, you two had been friendly and got along extremely well, but he didn't want to assume any of your feelings towards him. 

After that night though, he couldn't help stumbling over his words when you'd nudge him with your breathtakingly beautiful laugh filling his ears. He couldn't hold back his smile when he'd find you in the kitchen, dancing to your music while you cooked dinner or baked something sweet. He definitely couldn't keep his heart from jumping into his throat when you'd come downstairs after a shower, the floral scent of your soap filling his nose as you passed him on your way to your seat on the couch for movie night. And don't get him started on movie nights.

The snack bowl never separated you two anymore. Once it was empty, you'd move it to the coffee table and tuck your feet under you when you leaned back, bumping his own knee with yours or your toes would tuck themselves under his leg. 

Bucky wasn't sure what to make of it, but he settled on you two getting comfortable with each other and he left it at that. 

"I was thinking," Your voice pulling him out of the book in his hand, "We could go out tonight, if you want." He looked over his shoulder at you. You were leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over your chest with your shoulders hunched, like you were nervous to even ask. The thought of going out made his anxiety spike, but looking at you, knowing he would be with you, the anxiety damped down just a bit. It wasn't gone, but it wasn't pressing forward either. 

"Where to?" He closed the book and turned, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. Your eyes lit up, and your hunched shoulders fell back as you relaxed. 

"Oh, um. I was thinking about dinner and drinks, maybe?" You started fiddling with your fingers as you uncrossed your arms, "I just thought it might be nice to get out since we don't really go anywhere other than the store and I have a friend who bartends at the bar in town and they have pretty decent food, too -" You were rambling now, something he'd caught you doing when you would get nervous about bringing up certain topics or asked him to step out of his comfort zone. It didn't happen often, but it was enough for him to catch on and he thought it was the cutest thing in the world. The fact that you were so worried about his thoughts and how he felt that you threw yourself into a flustered mess as you tried to talk about whatever it was. 

"I'd love to," He cut you off, chuckling when your attention snapped up from the floor and your jaw went slack, "Don't act so shocked, darlin, I was bound to get out eventually." You snapped your mouth shut at his little jab and placed your hands on your hips. 

"We don't have to if you don't want to," You reminded him and he shot you a large smile. 

"I know. Now when are we leaving?" The smile you gave him made up for the small amount of nerves in his stomach before you both went off to get ready. 

~~~~

The bar was smaller than the bars back in Brooklyn, but the food was way better. Small town perks Bucky supposed. It seemed every little hole in the wall joint you took him to - which wasn't many, if he thought about it, and that was his fault - had amazing food, or whatever they were selling, and this was no exception. After the two of you had finished your food, you left the little tucked away booth and went to sit at the bar, getting the attention of a brunette who smiled wide when she saw you. 

"Y/n! Oh it's been forever!" She leaned over the counter, enveloping you in a hug as Bucky watched from his stool. "And who's this?" She asked once she spotted him. 

His nerves started crawling up his neck before you laid a light hand on his forearm, "This is Bucky, he's been staying with me." He looked from you to your friend and held his hand out, "Bucky, this is Hope." 

"Nice to meet you," He said as Hope grabbed his hand, giving it a shake. She nodded with a smirk. 

"So, you're the one who's kept her hidden away," She said with a suggestive tone and a wiggle of her eyebrows. Bucky felt his face heat up as you leaned over and smacked her arm. 

"It's not like that, Hope. He needed some fresh air and he's a friend of Steve's so be nice." You scolded her, a small smile on your lips as you looked over at him, "Don't mind her, shoving her nose where it doesn't belong." He chuckled at that, trying to let the suggestive comment go, willing his face to cool down. Luckily it was dark in the bar, so you either didn't notice his embarrassment or you just didn't comment on it. 

"Oh whatever," Hope laughed, tossing her hand towel over her shoulder before grabbing two glasses, "So, what're you two having? It's on the house." Bucky noticed you trying to argue with her, but she cut you off with a point of her finger, "Don't fight me on this, it's the least I can do for you training Willow." Your mouth snapped shut as you sighed, accepting the free alcohol as you told her what you wanted. He asked for his drink and when Hope turned to make them, he turned to you. 

"Who's Willow?" He asked, instantly missing your touch when you pulled your hand from his arm to prop your chin on it. 

"Hope's horse. She adopted her last year, but the horse was practically wild. I train horses for people here sometimes, so I offered to help. Willow just needed time to adjust really, she wasn't too hard to tame and even easier to adjust to a saddle." You said with a smile, taking your drinks from Hope as she passed by on her way to another patron, "She likes to give me free drinks in exchange for it, but she's more than paid me back for it. She won't stop offering though." 

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#4

Forgotten Keys and Warm Tea

Pairing: Bartender!Neighbor!Bucky Barnes x female!college!Reader (no body descriptions though)

Summary: Your date was horrible, you’re locked out of your apartment, and the rain soaked through your dress. Luckily, the only other person awake at this hour is your neighbor, and he’s more than willing to help you. 

Word Count: 7.5K (sorryyy)

Warnings: smidge of angst, a date gone wrong(not with bucky), bucky being a gentlemen should be it’s own warning, some suggestive thoughts and language, cursing, making out. 

A/N: This is my submission for @buckysbirdie ‘s #birdiesicecreamshop writing challenge. happy birthday love, i hope you love what i’ve whipped up for you <3 I used 🍦 Waffle Cone: Bucky Barnes 🍬 “You don’t have to help me if you don’t want to.” and🍐 Person A saves Person B’s day <3

Also thank you to @treatbuckywkisses for beta reading this <3 all mistakes are my own though.

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God, you should've listened to Ana and stayed home or even just gone out for dinner with her and Val. Now you were hiking your way home through the rain, your things clutched in your hand, and makeup running down your face. 

You'd tried calling her when John left you at the theater, but it ended up going to voicemail, and then your phone died before you could try again. 

If your roommate opened the message you left, you knew she was gonna have a hayday telling you she was right. That you shouldn't have trusted John or gone out with him, but that was the thing about you - you always tried to see the good in people, no matter what everyone else said. 

You knew that the way things had gone had been a possibility, you weren't blind and you weren't dumb. You knew the way people talked about John, how he never went on dates just to go on dates. He was almost always in someone's pants. You didn't even really want to go out with him. He'd just been so genuine when he asked you out after your lecture together - or so you thought - that you thought it would be nice to break up the monotony a bit. 

He'd taken you to dinner where he only talked about himself and any input you tried to give was quickly talked over so you stayed silent most the night. Then came the movie where he picked a pair of seats in the back corner and was way too touchy. You kept shoving his hand off your thighs and shrugging away from his arm when he tried to pull you in close. 

Then he tried to kiss you outside the theater and you dodged it, barely, but that seemed to be his final straw. He decided to spew some choice words at you before leaving you there to find your own way home even though it was pouring out. 

You were exhausted mentally and now physically from walking god knows how far to try and get back to yours and Ana’s apartment where you were sure your roommate would be waiting for you with a knowing look on her stupid face and a pint of ice cream in her hands. 

So lost in your head and partially blinded with the rain drops collecting in your lashes, you didn't see the broken pavement before it was too late and your heel snapped under you, causing you to stumble. You barely caught yourself on the light post next to you, your body falling into the steel pole and surely to have bruises in a few hours. 

You sighed, taking your shoes off, and carrying them in your other hand as you finally let the tears that had been building fall, mixing with the rain as you turned the corner and saw your building - finally. 

A miniscule breath of relief escaped your lungs as you all but ran to the door making a beeline for the stairs and to your apartment door, reaching for the handle when you froze. Your keys. 

You hadn’t been thinking when you’d left your keys in Johns car so you had no way of getting in unless Ana decided to stay in tonight 

You stood, barefoot and dripping water all over the welcome mat, and knocked, praying to whoever was listening that she would open the door. 

There was no answer, so you tried again, leaning in close to the frame. “Ana?” You called, your voice wobbling as you tried not to be loud in the hallway. 

After you were met with more silence, you let out a heavy sigh as your shoulders sagged and you hung your head. 

Of course she wasn’t home. She probably went to her girlfriends place to spend the night and wouldn’t be back until sometime tomorrow, just like every Friday. 

“Fuck,” you whispered as you turned around, taking a look around the hall to think of which neighbor might be nice enough to let you in at least to get warm. 

Mrs. Smith at the end of the hall would definitely be nice enough to let you stay the night on her couch, but you knew she’d be well asleep by now considering it was nearing 1 in the morning. 

The boy, Peter, who lived right next door had just moved in last week so you definitely didn’t know him well enough to even knock on his door at this hour. 

Steven Grant, the man who lived across the hall and a door down, would let you in. But you weren’t even sure if he was home. Sometimes he just disappeared for a few days before coming back and acting like he hadn’t left in the first place. 

That only left the person directly across the hall from you, Mr. Bucky Barnes. The beefy bartender who you’d been pining for since he moved in a few months ago. 

You’d only ever had conversations in passing. Him helping you carry up groceries when he caught you in the stairway. Or asking what you had planned for the day when he was coming back from his morning run and you were headed out. Sometimes he even told you stories of crazy patrons from his bar. 

It wouldn’t hurt to ask. Right? 

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323 notes - Posted July 18, 2022

#3

OOooh. Okay, I've got one. I wish you'd write a fic where Bucky gets basic care for something extremely minor (like burning his hand on the stove or something) and it makes him super emotional. Like just something as simple as basic first aid gives him feels. &lt;3

First Aid

Pairing: avenger!Bucky x avenger!Reader

Word Count: 1040

Warnings: little injury, mentions of a little blood, tiny tiny angst, mainly fluff

a/n: not beta'd, this was fun! I like doing little drabbles

tell me what you wish I'd write

"Oh shit, goddamnit," You heard the grumbling coming from the kitchen followed by a clatter of what sounded like several dishes clanking against each other. Your brows furrowed as you quickly stood from your reading spot and made your way to the source of the noise.

Bucky stood there, holding his flesh hand as the water in the sink continued to spray.

"Buck, you alright?" You asked, making your way to his side. He mumbled something about how he was fine, but the second you saw the red leak out between his fingers, you rushed to close the distance.

"Oh my god, what happened?" You asked, taking his hands in yours, prying his fingers open so you could take a look.

"I was just trying to clean up a bit, do the dishes for everyone. Wasn't paying attention and grabbed a knife by the blade," He looked to the sink at the knife that had drops of blood on it, "but I'll be alright."

"Come on," You reached and turned the sink off before grabbing his forearm and pulling him with you.

"Wait, where are we going?" He asked.

"To get you taken care of. Can't have you going around with a gash in your hand, even if you are a super soldier," You looked over your shoulder at him, giving him a small smile.

"I don't want to bother Cho with this, it'll heal on its own," He argued, but he didn't fight against the pull of your hand.

"We don't need Cho, I'll get you wrapped up, don't worry." You gave him a light laugh and it was then he paid attention to where you were taking him. It wasn't the direction of the med bay, it was the floor you two shared. You led him to your room, and then into your little bathroom where you made him sit on the edge of the tub.

"I keep one of these in here for the little things that aren't worth going to a professional for," You reached in the cabinet, pulling out a small white box. You opened it to grab gauze and alcohol wipes before closing it again.

You made your way back to his side, holding your hand out, "Let me see?" You asked, and he slowly reached his fist out until your fingers gently wrapped around his, pulling them open to inspect the damage.

"This is gonna sting a bit," You warned him before wiping the gash with the alcohol wipe. He felt the sting, but he didn't pay it any mind. He watched as you cleaned and wrapped his hand with so much care and he couldn't help the lump that formed in his throat.

No one ever really showed him this kind of care before, not since he'd become who he is now. He only ever experienced hands that intended harm. Grabs that were meant to bruise and mutilate. Sure, he'd been growing used to the team, and how thoughtful they were. But no one, other than Steve of course, had ever shown him this gentleness. He knew the team was nervous around him. He could feel it in the air.

But having you seated next to him, your knees bumping his as you cleaned and dressed the cut that would be nothing more than a red line of irritation in his palm by tomorrow morning, it was new. He knew you weren't that wary of him, he didn't know why, but he picked up on it immediately. You were always comfortable around him, and he grew to be relaxed around you. But this was different.

Your gentle touches across his fingers and his wrist as you moved his hand around, wrapping it in gauze, sent shivers up his arm and through his entire being. He was touch starved.

Your eyes shot up to his when he sniffled, and the look you gave him had his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Bucky. . ." Your voice was soft and your hands stilled over his own and he didn't dare take his hand out of your caring hold.

"Sorry," He sniffed again and ducked his head, reaching to cover his face with his metal hand, "I'm fine I promise."

You were silent for a moment before one of your hands left his wrapped one. It appeared on his metal wrist, pulling it away from his face. He let you guide it to rest in your lap with his other hand, your fingers wrapping around his palm.

"Hey," You muttered and he looked up to see your gaze free of judgment, "It's okay to not be okay," You gave him a small, crooked smile as understanding filled your eyes and you squeezed his hands, "It's okay."

He gave you a shaky smile back as the tears gathered in his lashes fell, one by one, down his cheeks. Taking a slow breath, he cleared his throat, "No one's ever. . ." He looked down at your hands encasing his, though his were twice the size of yours, "No one's ever cared for me like this, other than Steve. But even with him. . . it's different." He mumbled, too nervous to look back up at you.

You let out a breath through your nose and squeezed his hands once more, "Well," You started, leaning in closer, "I'll always care for you. In whatever way you need me to."

He blinked and looked up at you to see nothing but honesty and compassion in your gaze, "You don't have to do that, I don't wanna burden you-"

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338 notes - Posted April 6, 2022

#2

Something Domestic - Three

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.1K

Summary: Bucky’s been getting better over time, but everyone has their set backs. Luckily, you and Bruno are there to help.

Warnings: ptsd, night terrors, emotional Bucky, anxiety

Series Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist

"Bucky! Steve's calling!" You called from the bottom of the stairs, laptop balanced in your hand. Steve had been shipped out a couple of weeks ago, headed to Kuwait. You could tell Bucky wanted to say something about it when he'd called before shipping out to let you both know, but he kept his lips in a tight grin and told his best friend to be careful and to come home in one piece. Don't be like me, he'd said, getting a nervous laugh from the blond on the other end. After that, he'd kept to himself for a few hours in his room, and you couldn't blame him. So, you let him be and called him down for dinner that night where he was a little tense, but he did agree to watching a movie with you before heading for bed. 

"Coming!" He shouted from the top of the stairs as you brought the laptop to the dining table, setting it up in front of the two chairs you had so you could both see Steve and he could see you. Bucky quickly stepped down the stairs and slid in next to you right as you clicked the green button, Steve's face taking over the screen. 

"It's about time you answered!" He laughed. He looked good, his smile reaching his eyes as the corners crinkled. He couldn't tell you what he was going out there for, government confidentiality and all, but you just hoped he wasn't getting hurt, and so far he looked okay - that was relief enough for the moment. 

"Sorry, I had to wait for slowpoke here to come down the stairs," You teased as you nudged Bucky with your shoulder, earning a small chuckle from him. 

"Hey, I was getting changed and you know it takes me a little longer than it used to," He laughed, a smile adorning his face at the sight of his friend unharmed. 

You listened as he filled Steve in on what was happening at the house, though it wasn't much. He mentioned how he had started helping you in the barn with the horses, how you were teaching him all that went into caring for them, and how he helped Peter figure out what to say to the girl he likes at school. You chimed in telling him about how he was gonna ask MJ if she wanted to come for a horse ride - you'd offered it to him to try and give him some courage to finally ask her out. Steve had met Peter when the kid was still a kid and not a teenager on his way to graduating highschool and you made it a point to make sure he was here the next time Steve called so he could say hello again. 

After a bit of back and forth, you excused yourself to start on dinner, the facetime call was more or less for Bucky anyways. You always loved talking to Steve, but you knew Bucky needed that one on one time with someone who wasn't you, someone he wasn't around 24/7. You threw in your headphones so that he had some privacy in his conversation and got started with a simple chili for dinner.

You were able to see him from where you stood at the counter, he was just on the other side of the island at the table, smiling as he listened to Steve. As you watched, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. 

Bucky had come pretty far in the two months he'd been with you. Sure, he had plenty more to go, many more obstacles to overcome, but everything takes time. You knew that too well. 

He'd been smiling more, even if it was only when someone cracked a joke or when Peter gushed about MJ, no doubt reminding Bucky of when he was younger. He'd told you about how he used to be a flirt and loved the attention from all the girls in school, though he grew out of that when he joined the Army. 

You watched as he laughed, his smile growing as his shoulders shook and he looked down at the table. His hair was getting longer than when he first showed up at your door. Back then, it still had the shape of his military cut, but had grown out a bit, the top being just a bit longer than the sides. Now, the top was getting to the point where it's length was weighing it down just a bit to lay over his forehead, the slight curl becoming more noticeable as the weeks went by, and the sides were starting to get more and more fluffy. 

His facial hair was getting longer, it had been a short stubble when he moved in, and he hadn't shaved it since. It suited him, though you could tell it bothered him. The way he would scratch at his chin under the hair, a scowl on his face as he did so gave him away. You wondered why he hadn't shaved it, but you didn't want to ask in case it made him self conscious. 

You tore your eyes away from him when you started cutting the onions and the chicken, still thinking about how far he'd come in such a short amount of time. Not only had he started joining you in the barn, helping you get all the daily chores done faster, but he also had gone with you to the grocery store a couple of times. 

He was nervous the first time, wearing a large sweater and a ball cap pulled over his eyes, and constantly looking around at your surroundings, the people and the exits and the children. You had taken Bruno with you, and his only hand was holding the leash in a death grip. But the second time he seemed a bit more relaxed, not constantly looking over his shoulder and flinching a little less at the screaming kids. It only got better the more you got him out of the house. Sure, he still flinched every once in a while or seemed more nervous than normal, but he was getting better. 

A balled up napkin landed in front of you and you looked up to see him waving to get your attention. Setting down the knife and wiping your hands on the towel, you pulled your headphones out of your ears. 

"Steve's gonna hang up," He said with a sad tone that his smile couldn't hide, "he wants to say bye." You smiled and walked over, waving at Steve as you leaned over Bucky's shoulder, wishing Steve good luck and that you hoped to hear from him soon. Bucky ended the call after that and joined you back in the kitchen. 

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You'd grown used to hearing that, him wanting to help out in any way he could. He'd mentioned something about feeling like he wasn't pitching in enough and didn't want to freeload off of you. You'd tried telling him that it was okay, that he indeed wasn't mooching, but he wouldn't accept that. So, the best thing to do was to just welcome the assistance. 

"Of course, if you could get out the chicken broth from the pantry and the bag of corn from the freezer, that'd be awesome," You smiled at him and he nodded, heading to the pantry and the freezer. When he came back, he switched your music from your headphones to the speaker, per his request, which took you by surprise. Usually, he either wanted to talk or just sit in silence - which you didn't mind. You grinned when he turned to the speaker and made a mental note of that being another change in him, another sign that he was getting better. 

After dinner was finished and you both ate your fill, he helped you clean up and load the dishwasher before joining you for a movie. Spending your nights watching a movie had become routine over the past few weeks. You'd take turns picking out what to watch while the other heated up some popcorn or got a bowl of chips. At first, you'd started on opposite ends of the couch, and you still did, but as the weeks went by, you'd end up next to each other with the only thing separating you being the bowl of whatever snack you had that night. And tonight was no different. But neither one of you would move the bowl once it was empty, it would keep it's place between your thighs and his, as if it was a wall you both refused to tear down. 

Once the movie was over, you both headed your separate ways. He went up to do his nightly routine before going to bed and you'd go out and double check the barn, making sure everything was locked properly and that the horses didn't need anything before coming back to the house and doing your own routine. Then you'd crawl into bed, leaving your door cracked enough for Bruno to slip through. He used to spend his nights with you, sleeping at your feet, but ever since he'd started forming a bond with Bucky, he'd switch between the two rooms throughout the night. And you were glad for it. 

You heard Bucky some nights, his muttering and his heavy breathing as his nightmares took a hold of him. You always wanted to help, but that was a boundary you weren't going to cross until you'd either talked about it or until it was absolutely necessary. Bruno crossed it for you. He'd hear Bucky first, getting down from your bed, his collar jingling would wake you and you'd see his tail slip out into the hall. From then on, you couldn't help but focus in on the noises from across the hall. You could always tell when Bucky would wake up, his soft voice in the air as he acknowledged Bruno and let the dog up into his bed. Silence would usually follow and you'd get back to sleep. Not tonight though. 

It started with Bruno's collar, just like most nights, the jingle of his name tag and rabies shot tag clinking together waking you as he jumped down from your bed and made his way out into the hall. You turned over, angling yourself so you could catch a glimpse of his tail as he left the room. Watching the hall, you listened as he tried to wake Bucky and you thought it worked when Bucky's murmurs went quiet, a stillness taking over the house. You closed your eyes to get back to sleep, but a series of thuds had your eyes snapping open and you sat up in bed. Stillness came again, but was broken by the faint noise of Bruno's whine. 

Throwing the covers off of you, you scrambled to get to your feet and swing your door open the rest of the way, revealing a dark hallway with the small light from downstairs flowing up the steps. You left it on every night, just in case one of you needed something from the lower level of your house, but instead of bringing comfort, it only made you uneasy. Slowly, you took the stairs one at a time, careful to be as quiet as you could. 

Bruno came into view as you peaked around the corner into the kitchen, he was sitting, watching something you couldn't see as he whined softly. 

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352 notes - Posted January 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Sticky Notes

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x female!Reader (no physical descriptions though)

Word Count: 905 (it’s short I know)

Summary: Returning from a mission is Bucky’s favorite part of his day, because you’re there to welcome him home. But what happens when it’s in the middle of the night and you’re already asleep?

Warnings: mentions of blood (no description though), no other warnings really, just fluffiness

A/N: This is my submission for @pellucid-constellations love notes writing challenge. Also I know I sent you an ask about tags, but I couldn’t wait to post it so feel free to ignore that lol This is also my first submission for any writing challenge ever and I’m so excited to finally be a part of one! I hope you enjoy it! 💕

Bucky Masterlist

Coming home from an exhausting mission was always the highlight of Bucky's day or week, or sometimes even a month. However, this time, it was the middle of the night when he finally walked up those two steps to the front door or your home, fiddling with the key in the lock while trying to be as quiet as possible. 

Usually, you'd be there, sitting on the couch and waiting for him to walk through that door. You would wait for him to come to you, because sometimes, when things went wrong, he wouldn't want to be crowded with your love immediately. He'd need time to adjust back to domestic life. So you'd always wait for him to make the first move, to decide if he wanted to join you or if he needed a moment to himself before letting you place chaste kisses over the skin of his cheeks and his shoulders. Not tonight though. 

He swung the door open to reveal the living room, empty, the kitchen light gently pooling in through the doorway. Enough to light his way, though he probably didn't need it, it was the thought that counted. He softly sighed, missing you and planning to just fall into the blankets by your side. But the growling in his stomach quickly altered those plans. 

He stepped into the kitchen, dropping his bag off at the little table where you liked to have your coffee in the morning. Pulling the fridge open to see what food was there, a bright green sticky note stuck to a full tupperware caught his eye. Pulling the food out, he read the note, unable to stop the smile that crept up his face. I made your favorite x.

He quietly chuckled to himself as he plated some of the food and set it in the microwave, being sure to stop it before it beeped like an alarm. After having his fill, he thought he was finally ready to join you in bed, until he took his sweater off and got a whiff of himself. He would need to shower, he still smelled like Kevlar and blood and everything gross he'd come across over the past few days. 

He cleaned up his mess in the kitchen, heading to the bathroom and silently closing the door. Once he turned to the mirror, his smile was back again. Another note, the words scrawled in your delicate handwriting. You're so handsome x.

He laughed to himself at your little note of assurance. You knew he had self image issues, mainly due to his arm and his numerous scars that littered his shoulder, but you were determined to make him see what you did. Even if you were already passed out in the other room. 

He made his shower quick, the hot water washing away the tension in his muscles from traveling and the steam flooding out into the hall once he reopened the door. With the towel slung low on his hips, he walked to the bedroom door, finding yet another bright green note. Wake me please, I've missed you x. 

A soft smile spread across his lips as his eyes watered. He didn't know what he did before you came along, before you showed him the love he thought he didn't deserve. There were times where he still felt like he wasn't worthy of your affections, the blood in his history too horrific for someone like you - someone so full of light and love and just everything good. But you always put a stop to it, reminding him that you weren't going anywhere, no matter how bad his bad days got. 

He willed his eyes to dry as he wiped at them before taking a breath and quietly opening the door to see the bedside lamp still on. His eyes fell to the lump in the covers, you were snuggled under them on his side of the bed, and as he made his way around to sit on the edge, he saw your arms wrapped around his pillow and the sleeves of his missing Henley covering your skin. 

"Honey," He whispered, raising his hand to brush at your cheek, willing you to wake. You stirred under his touch, leaning into his hand as your eyes fluttered open. The dazed look disappeared once you noticed him and you sat up, throwing your arms around his neck. He wrapped himself around you, burying his nose into your shoulder as he breathed in everything that was you. 

The sweet subtle scent of your skin, the floral hints from your shampoo, and the slightest smell of him, from the shirt. The remaining tension the hot water couldn't wash away, melted at your touch as you pulled him under the covers, wrapping your limbs with his own. 

"Did you eat?" You asked, as you left a trail of kisses along his skin. 

"I did, and I got your notes, all three of them," He laughed, turning his head to place a kiss on the crown of your head, "Thank you." 

You hummed into his shoulder before propping yourself up on your elbow to lean over him, "Have I told you I love you today?" He reached up, cupping your cheek and his thumb smoothed over the skin there. 

"In more ways than one," He muttered, pulling you down to brush his lips against yours, "But in all the ways that mean the most."

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858 notes - Posted January 25, 2022

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Yuna’s most emotional battle was not against Yunalesca. It was not against Seymour, either. And not even against Jecht - a man she held in high regards. The most emotional battle for her was this one.