#find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you

[callsign-mongoose]

Inspired by the most recent Instagram post by @dear-reader-letters (check out the page to see the personalized character letters).

Bradley always has had his troubles, daddy issues from his dad dying at a young age, facing struggles at school, only really remembering Goose through Carole and Mavs stories. Not to mention after Carole dies and Mav pulls his papers from the academy. Anyway, while hearing this part of the song “The Sun to me” by Zach Bryan, it struck me as a saying that Carole would tell Bradley when he was younger.

“Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you”

I feel like this quote from Carole would stick in his head for years, and possibly when he finds that one perfect person in his life who completes him he realizes that they are the person who sees his troubles and his “darkest parts” and still chooses him to grow flowers.

It was so cute I had to share.

[sub-91]

Sun to Me - Zach Bryan

[unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men]

oh god this is so cute! Look at how cute Cas is 🥰

inspired by the gay ikea couch 🌼

[tintolinares]

Find Someone Who Grows Flowers In The Darkest Parts Of You - Apron

€26.89

[jeonginsleftcheek]

The sun to me (series masterlist)

pairing: painter!hyunjin x florist!afab!reader

genre: angst, fluff, eventual smut, slow burn

word count: 80k+

summary: after getting everything he thought he wanted, between the expensive items he owns, the famous faces that dissolve one into another, and the grey concrete of the big city, hwang hyunjin finds his heart withering like a flower without water, cold and empty, reaching out for the sun.

warnings: this fic deals with some heavy topics, warnings will be issued at the beginning of each chapter.

~ find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you🩷

~ all dividers by @cafekitsune

~ credits to painting and pic owners

~ taglist

🌸 Playlist: here

🌸 Chapter navigation:

Chapter I. The Seed. Part I.

Chapter I. The Seed. Part II.

Chapter II. Water Drop.

Chapter III. Sun Ray.

Chapter IV. The Sprout.

Chapter V. Carved.

Chapter VI. Caught.

Chapter VII. Listen.

Chapter VIII. Reminisce.

Chapter IX. Blossom.

Chapter X. Caress.

Chapter XI. Keep.

Chapter XII. The Cut.

Chapter XIII. Bleed.

Chapter XIV. Wither.

Chapter XV. Nurture.

Chapter XVI. Warmth.

Epilogue. Loved.

Bonus content (tba)

1. The Departure

2. Christmas Special - coming soon

2. Little Flower

3. Happy Family

Please do not copy, translate, use or repost my work in any way without my permission. ©jeonginsleftcheek

[jadedbugart]

Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you 🤍 sathia x tharion

[antiquarianfics]

Sun to Me

If there is one thing Bucky Barnes remembers about his mother, it is that she told him to find someone who plants flowers in the darkest parts of him. If there is one thing Bucky Barnes knows about Reader, it is that they grow him to the clouds.

A/N: Okay, so. (1) Thank you all so much for the incredible response to my last fic, "Timeless." It's given me the motivation to keep writing fics for y'all. (2) Apparently my inspiration strictly comes from music; thus this Zach Bryan "Sun to Me" inspired fic. Enjoy! Genre: Fluff / WC: 1,049 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x G!N Reader Rating: PG / Warning(s): N/A Note: I do not own the character Bucky Barnes or any other Marvel affiliated characters.

You do not have permission to copy or repost my work; however, feel free to like, comment, and reblog.

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Children rarely grasp the concept of marriage when they're little. They understand that their parents get married because they love each other, and that's about as far as it goes. Children rarely grasp the concept of different types of love when they're little. They understand that their parents love each other, and they understand that their parents love them, but that's about as far as it goes. Bucky Barnes was no exception to this human truth when he was young. He remembers being 5 or 6--lifetimes ago--telling his mother he was going to marry her. He loved his ma: you marry the people you love.

Winnifred had gently taken her son in her arms, sitting on their solid living room couch.

"My darling boy," she had said, "you can't marry me. I'm your ma."

Bucky had made a face, protesting. "I love you, though!" He had argued with his mother. "You said people marry people they love."

"I did say that," Winnifred agreed, "but the way I love your father is different than the way I love you. You don't get it now, but one day, you'll meet someone wonderful. When you meet that person, you'll understand what I mean."

Bucky had made a face, scrunching his eyebrows together and biting his lip in confusion.

"James," his mother had said, "you'll find someone someday, somewhere that plants flowers in the darkest parts of you--someone who grows you to the clouds. You'll find someone who loves you the way I love your dad. I promise, sweetheart."

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Bucky wakes to your alarm blaring--your third, if he counted right. He had woken up three times now to the blaring alarm that you have snoozed just as many times, not stirring more than you have to to pause the incessant noise. Bucky lie in your shared bed, staring at the ceiling and sure he would be unable to fall back asleep for a fourth time. Tiredly, he looked over to the digital clock on his nightstand, reading the taunting 5:32 A.M. in the aggressive red. Running a hand over his tired face, he is about to pull himself out of bed and start his day, but he looks beside him first.

There you are, fast asleep, ignoring every attempt your alarm makes to rouse you. He briefly thinks you're going to oversleep, but he also knows you set alarms earlier than you need to wake up to account for each time you hit snooze.

You're sprawled across your side of the bed, your legs tangling with his and arms tied around your pillow. It's only then that he realizes his legs have gone numb from being pressed beneath your own. He can't bring himself to care, though.

As he watches you sleep--your chest slowly rising and falling as you breathe--he smiles softly. He decides right then that anything he could possibly choose to do at 5:32 A.M. is not nearly as appealing as lying with his partner.

Bucky then rolls onto his side, letting his left arm wrap around you, pulling you close. He breathes in the smell of your shampoo, and he thinks it's something floral. The smell reminds him of his mother--a lifetime ago--telling him to find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of him. It's funny, he thinks, that a smell could pull out such a memory that the brainwashing and science experimenting had fought to erase completely, but he is glad it did.

He misses his mother for a moment. He had lost her so early on, but he remembers how he loved her, how she loved him. He remembers then how his mother had assured him the way they loved each other would be different than how he loves you. He can't help but laugh softly to himself. You were right, Ma, he thinks, I understand now.

You really are something special. You are the kind of person he thinks his mother would have loved. Your kind disposition, your intelligence, your strength: just you. You are the kind of person, too, that took his history, his scars, and his damaged heart and sowed a plentiful garden. You planted flowers in his soul where there had been thorns. You watered the sprouts every night to allow them to eventually bloom. You were there for every nightmare, every court appearance, every fight. You were there to pick up the pieces when he felt most broken. You were there to grow him to the clouds.

He hopes he has been the same for you.

A fourth alarm starts blaring, screaming for you to wake up. The fourth alarm takes the title as the final alarm as you clumsily grab your cellphone, looking at it just enough to turn it off. You drop your phone next to you on the bed before turning around in your lover's arms.

"Mornin', handsome," you say before letting out a yawn.

"Good morning, Doll," he replies easily, gently swiping a stray hair away from your eyes with his finger. "You know, you slept through 3 alarms this morning," he says with a teasing (albeit slightly annoyed) tone.

You groan. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Gave me time to just hold you."

You hum happily, leaning forward to softly kiss his lips. He happily reciprocates. When the two of you part, he smiles at you.

"I remembered something."

"Was it actually 4 alarms?" You ask playfully.

Bucky chuckles and leans his forehead against yours.

"Nah, it was just 3," he assures you. "I remembered something my ma told me."

"Oh!" You exclaim, a little surprised. "That's an early memory!"

He grins. "Yeah, it is."

"So? What'd she tell you?"

"She told me that somewhere, someday, I'd find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of me. Someone who grows me to the clouds. I was, like, 6, I think, so it made no sense when she said it to me."

You smile softly, letting your hand cup his face tenderly. You don't say anything, though, opting to let him share his newfound memory at his own pace.

"But I get it now. It took a literal century, but I get it now. You're the person Ma told me I'd find."

"Can I tell you a secret, Buck?"

"Anything, Doll."

"I love you, too."

[bullet-prooflove]

Follow That Beat Prompt List

12. Find someone who grow flowers in the darkest part of you

Mitch & Marley Ripley

Tagging: @spaghettificationandpretzels @mini-bee-bee @mandy426 @phoward89@kmc1989

There are times when the darkness gets too much for Mitch, when it overwhelms him, crushes him. It usually happens in winter when the sky is grey and the cold sets in. Those are the days he runs the heating at full blast, checks the emergency kits almost daily and makes sure there’s a stock of food you can live off for weeks in the kitchen.

“Something happened to you as a child didn’t it?” You say as he stores another twelve pack of bottled water alongside his fridge. “During the winter…”

It’s the first time you’ve addressed his history. The two of you have been friends for a while now and he feels comfortable enough to let you into his space but his past, that’s not something he brings up. He doesn’t want you to know how fucked up he really is.

“My mother wasn’t a good parent.” He says by way of explanation and he sees the realisation dawn in your eyes. “There were a lot times we did without.”

The concept must seem alien to you he thinks. You come from a good family, a warm, stable home. Your parents and brothers are all in positions where they help people, they give back to the community. He doesn’t begrudge you for it, but he does envy you.

You must see that this season is hard for him because you start to drop by regularly. Mitch, he would spent the entire winter in bed if he could, sleeping it away between his shifts but you don’t let him. You force him to interact, to engage with the world.

You turn up on his doorstep with leftovers from your mother’s Sunday dinners because he feels too shy to attend, even thought he has an indefinite invitation. You stay late to watch movies with him and get up early to go running, despite the fact your preferred method of exercise is swimming. Pockets of light start to blossom in his world and that weight he’s been carrying, it doesn’t seem so heavy anymore.

When spring starts to come around, he’s in the best mental state he’s been in years and he knows that’s thanks to you, to your care, your diligence.

“Thank you.” He says one morning after your run together. “For checking in on me, winter’s always hard for me.”

It’s hard for him to express how he feels sometimes, to acknowledge that he struggles, that it’s probably going to happen again. He worries that it’s too much for you, that now that you’ve seen the shift you won’t want to stick around anymore.

“You don’t have to thank me.” You say, nudging his shoulder with your own. “It’s what friends do right?”

Friends...

Mitch has never had a friend like you.

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[ashwhowrites]

Sun to me

5:36 a.m., I was 'bout to start my day But she lay in there across me, so I stayed anyway Arms tied, legs numb, and wrapped around my knees Sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me I don't recall what you were wearing on the first night we met Besides the subtle clouds around you from my last cigarette And you come from a good place with a happy family Only bad you ever done was to see the good in me

Eddie started the day in a routine. He'd wake up to the birds, dreading another early work day. Then he'd remind himself he had to be at work at seven am, but then he'd feel her body across his with her arms and legs tangled into his. He'd run his fingers up and down her back, touching her sent memories through his head. He'd close his eyes and think about the night they met. He could never remember specifics but he remembered the look in her eyes as the smoke from his cigarette clouded around her.

"You are quite beautiful, you know that?" Eddie asked, blowing out his cigarette smoke. He watched as she remained unphased as the smoke swirled around her head.

"I've been told that a lot at this bar" she laughed, but could feel the compliment racing her heart.

"Probably not by a man who kinda wants so much more than sex," Eddie said, the liquor running off his tongue.

She blushed at that, feeling her cheeks burn. She bit her lip as she smiled. "Yeah? What do you want, Eddie?"

That was the first time he heard his name roll off her tongue. The sound gave him goosebumps.

"Your time"

That won her over. They spent six hours sitting at a random park as she told him everything about herself. Everything she said had Eddie falling more and more.

As the time moved closer to work, and Eddie still with his eyes closed, thought of her more and more.

He thought about how much she sacrificed for him. They came from two different backgrounds, opposites. He grew up in a trailer, not caring enough to have real parents, just him and his uncle. Both poor and scraping by for everything.

She came from love. She grew up with all her family, two parents and siblings. She saw sun on the cloudiest days and found happiness in every drop of rain.

Eddie's world felt so black and white until she touched him. Then the world burst into color. He saw a change in himself too, this feeling of being enough.

She was perfect, and her only flaw was giving him a chance.

But I've been livin', waitin' on the day That the good Lord willin', send you out my way I've seen hard times, bad luck, and all that's in-between Sweetеst of the sunflowers, yeah, you'rе the sun to me

As Eddie finally made it to work, he felt the loneliness kick in. Every minute he spent away from her, the more fear he felt. He imagined about the day he'd fuck it all up, and her part in his life would come to an end.

His life was ugly and that followed him. He'd seen hard stuff in his life and he knew he was painted with it.

But she never left. Three years of love, shining something bright into his life. It didn't take him long to realize she was the only bright thing in his life, and the more he soaked in it the more he loved being alive.

And I remember being younger, and my mother told me truth Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you Take heed when things get hard and don't you ever turn around You'll find someone, someday, somewhere That'll grow you to the clouds, oh And you walked me home that evening when I could barely walk And you spoke to me so sweetly on the days I couldn't talk And now I'm seeing clearly and I'm growing up so free Sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me

Eddie never told anyone, but there were nights he cried about how worthless he felt in the world. And how Wayne would calm him down, repeating the same things over and over. He preached about never turning around, you live life to move forward, not spend it in the past. Told Eddie to find something or someone that made him want to live. If it was a job or love, a hobby or love.

Eddie believed no one could make him want to live because he never was someone to live for.

Turned out he just hadn't met her yet

Y/N knew Eddie like the back of her hand, and that was because she saw him through everything. She'd seen the good, the bad, the pretty, and the ugly. She had seen Eddie inside and out.

That's why she knew how to help him.

She'd drive anywhere to pick him up, then hold his heavy body into their bed. No matter if all the drinking was a result of a bad fight, she'd walk him home.

Or the days when Eddie's past haunted him and he couldn't get out of bed. How he'd lay lifeless as tears flowed out of his eyes. She never asked because she knew. Eddie's talked about it once, and that was all he would do. He didn't need to talk, he needed to listen.

And she knew that. She talked for hours, telling Eddie stories to fill the silence. She'd talk for him and ask questions to further the conversation. Then he'd see it, the brightness broke through the clouds.

He swears he had never felt so high and tall.

And I've been livin', waitin' on the day That the good Lord willin', send you out my way I've seen hard times, bad luck, all that's in-between Sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me Sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me

Then the day is over and he gets to go back home to her. Because he'll forever be scared of the day home and her are separate things. So he made every moment with her count. Soak in the brightness she offered, blooming under it.

She was the love of his life

She's the sun of his world

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[herejusttosufferalong]

"Find someone who grows flowers

In the darkest parts of you

Take heed when things get hard

And don't you ever turn around

You'll find someone, someday, somewhere

That grows you to the clouds"

And with that I'm off, have a great night/day y'all

May try to catch up on things after the show 💜

[sam-loves-seb]

ao3 wrapped 2024

i love doing this every year, thank you for the tags my wonderful beloved friends <3

tagged by @energievie @mybrainismelted @sgtmickeyslaughter

How many words have you written this year?

338,560

How many works did you publish this year?

30 (on ao3, not counting drabbles or ficlets on tumblr)

What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

medium hot with sugar - coffee shop au (gallavich)

What work of yours has the most hits?

shameless: i'm not the way i was (17,844)

9-1-1: he'll never love you like i can (7,026)

What work of yours got more feedback than you expected?

span the distance (bridge the border) - post-canon gallavich fic where mickey's brothers show up unexpectedly

Favorite title you used.

i'm not the way i was (insp.)

If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

i use a lot of different artists tbh i don't think i have more than 2 or maybe 3 from the same artist ?? but probably blink-182 or noah kahan just from what i'm seeing at a quick glance

Pairing you wrote the most for this year?

ian gallagher/mickey milkovich

Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

ian gallagher/mickey milkovich !!!

What work was the quickest to write?

it was you, all the way down - my shortest fic of the year but also the quickest to write, i remember writing this in one sitting and the words just poured out of me like crazy (inspired by gigi's art x)

What work took you the longest to write?

technically it's i'm not the way i was considering i still haven't finished it, but if we're only counting completed fics then it's soon you'll get better

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

three (x x x) ongoing wips and four (ish) wips that are either in very early planning stages or have the first 1-2 chapters written

What’s your longest work of the year?

9-1-1: god only knows where this could go (7,039 words)

shameless: i'm not the way i was (103,829 words)

What’s your shortest work of the year?

9-1-1: california dreamin' (1,861 words)

shameless: it was you, all the way down (866 words)

What WIP are you taking into next year with you?

these three (x x x)

What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

"Not Beta Read" (21) followed by "One Shot" (18)

Your favorite character to write this year?

mickey freaking milkovich baby

The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

probably buck buckley (9-1-1) i can't seem to nail his voice in a way that satisfies me (i'm gonna keep trying!)

What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

been thinking a lot about steve harrington/eddie munson (steddie) lately and i have written for them before but i have an idea or two i wanna possibly get into writing in the new year (and with st s5 coming out i'm sure i'll have more to say then)

Which work of yours have you reread the most?

went too far to soothe this soul

How many kudos in total did you get this year?

12,121

Which work has the most comments?

i'm not the way i was (398)

Did you do any collaborative works this year?

yes! i co-wrote Then and Now with @suzy-queued for the gallavich summer camp event this year!!

Did you write any gifts this year?

yes, i wrote:

find someone who grows flowers (in the darkest parts of you) for NotHereNJ for the 2024 gallavich gift exchange

it was you, all the way down for @heymrspatel for being one of the winning admirers with the gallavich art masquerade

buddie week (connor's version) 6 buddie fics for my best friend's birthday (ily @karenandthababes )

Did you receive any gifts this year?

yes! i receieved some wonderful gifts this year:

Frosting on His Nose from @heymrspatel for the 2024 gge (i'm still literally obsessed with this art)

all i know is a simple name from @jessbakescakes based on a very old joshdonna prompt i gave her many moons ago (love this fic to bits)

and idk if it counts as a gift but i'm putting it here anyway because @konaiiro drew a scene from one of my fics and i love it dearly <3

What’s your most common category?

m/m, fluff, whump, post-canon

What do you listen to while writing?

absolutely nothing, or sometimes white noise. very rarely am i able to listen to any kind of music, and even then it has to have no lyrics.

Favorite work you wrote this year?

life changes

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

this is my favorite bit i wrote this year, cw: self harm, hospitalization, read at your own risk:

“Twelve stitches,” Mickey tells him, voice wobbly and vision blurry. “Doc said it might scar, but. Yeah. It’ll heal.” It’s like something clicks in Ian’s brain, maybe. Like he remembers. Like he knows the events that happened to lead him here, but he can’t quite comprehend them. He lowers his bandaged arm back to the bed and stares at the wall. He doesn’t look at Mickey again. “So, um. Yeah. They patched you up,” Mickey says, the first tear falling down his cheek. He wipes it away, but the second isn’t far behind and he gives up trying to hide it. “You’ve been sleepin’ basically all night. They said you would. Said what happened was… traumatic, or whatever, and you’d need lots of rest.” “Stop,” Ian pleads. He closes his eyes, the words too painful to hear. To accept, maybe. Mickey nods, looking down at the floor. He twists his mouth to one side, sniffs. “I know you don’t wanna hear it. And you’re probably gonna hate me for makin’ you go to one of these places again—” “Don’t,” Ian whispers. “You’re gonna get some fucking help, Ian.” Mickey wipes at his face with the back of his hand. “I—I’m out of my depth here. But they’re gonna take good care of you, okay? It’s seventy-two hours. The doctors and shit, they’re gonna help you. ‘Cause I… I don’t know what else to do. And if you hate me for that—fine. I can live with that.” He sniffs. “But I can’t live without you. Okay? Do you get that?” “Mickey,” Ian pleads, but he won’t look at him, won’t open his eyes. He can’t. (x)

Biggest surprise while writing this year?

The sense of community in the shameless fandom never fails to surprise me. It's one of my favorite fandoms I've ever been in, and the wonderful people i meet writing and reading and talking about these characters pushes me to keep writing. I don't think I'd still be writing without this lovely community tbh

x

tagging (if you haven't done this yet): @jessbakescakes @iceyartt @deathclassic @whatthebodygraspsnot @crossmydna @jrooc @deedala @suzy-queued and anyone else who wants to play!

[rosalieee]

find someone who grows flowers in even the darkest parts of you.

[gallavichthings]

GGE2024 Masterpost

Thank you all for participating!

Here's the masterpost with all the gifts. Don't forget to leave likes, kudos, comments, etc. See you next time!

From @doshiart to @michellemisfit: Teen Gallavich fanart

From @mybrainismelted to @heymrspatel: Sex and Candy (& Cheesecake, Too)

From @bawlbrayker to @mybrainismelted: New Session

From @suzy-queued to @juliakayyy: Coming Attraction Fanfiction + Fanart

From @solitarycreaturesthey to @bawlbrayker: Tonight Belongs to Me

From @howlinchickhowl to @rayrayor: You’re Like In Love With Me

From @deathclassic to @ms-moonlight-inn: Blink 182 fanart

From @lingy910y to @vintagelacerosette: Lives Diverged

From @jrooc to @grumble-fish: If You Can't Stand The Heat…

From @dynamic-power to @energievie: Office Space 

From @rayrayor to @whatthebodygraspsnot: Dove

From @juliakayyy to @dynamic-power: Breathing Underwater

From @ms-moonlight-inn to @lingy910y: Re-boyfriending

From @heymrspatel to @sam-loves-seb: Cupcakes

From @whatthebodygraspsnot to @look-i-love-u: Headphones Encouraged

From @energievie to  @sickness-health-all-that-shit: Swimmin' in my mind (Siena dream)

From @arrowflier to @jrooc: Memoriam

From @sam-loves-seb to @notherenewjersey: find someone who grows flowers (in the darkest parts of you)

From @sandrashaine to @howlinchickhowl: The Day That He Left Me

From @notherenewjersey to @sweetbee78: Bracelets of Destiny, Half Price.

From @look-i-love-u to @arrowflier: Learning to Fly

From @sickness-health-all-that-shit to @suzy-queued: Heat of the moment

From sweetbee78 to @solitarycreaturesthey: Improvising A Dance To Each Other’s Heart

From @grumble-fish to @sandrashaine: Professor/student AU fanart + drabble

From @vintagelacerosette to @doshiart: Highschool AU fanart

From @michellemisfit to @deathclassic: Scrapey Mickey fanart

[tintolinares]

Find Someone Who Grows Flowers In The Darkest Parts Of You - Drawstring Bag

€25.58

[lostsoul999xx]

○"Find someone who grows flowers in the darkest parts of you

Take heed when things get hard and don't you ever turn around

You'll find someone, someday, somewhere that grows you to the clouds

And you walked me home that evenin' when I could barely walk

And you spoke to me so sweetly on the days I couldn't talk

And now I'm seein' clearly, and I'm growin' up so free

Sweetest of the sunflowers, yeah, you're the sun to me"○

~Zack Bryan~

[antiquarianfics]

Just a library of things I wrote for ease of access!

Fics are ordered newest to oldest.

❀ Fluff ○ Angst ✧ Smut

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Oneshots

Don't Think About It ❀ Maybe admitting how you feel isn’t the worst thing?

Soon You'll Get Better ○ Desperate people find faith. Bucky's desperate for you to get better, so, yeah, he'll pray to someone else's god.

Dark and Bloody Ground ○ ★ So you violently murdered a man? So what? You did it in the name of love.

Making Waves ❀○ Bucky gives you a pep talk when life’s beating down on you a little too hard.

Shoot Me ❀ ★ Bucky swears he doesn’t like Y/N. In fact, he’s so confident he’ll challenge this: If he likes Y/N, shoot him.

Draw 4 ❀ You always swear you can hold your liquor until the next morning when you’ve no clue how you’re $80 richer and why your husband is too amused for your liking.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa ❀ ✰ Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.

A Slip of the Tongue ❀ ✰ Bucky reacts to your daughter’s new name for him as she tells him all about her new friend.

Slow Down ❀ An object in motion stays in motion until acted upon by an outside force. In this case, you’re the object and Bucky is the outside force.

You Have a Girlfriend? ❀ ★ ✰ So you get a little confused when you’re drunk? So what?

The Best Things Take Time ❀ ✰ Bucky has a code. You manage to crack it.

Therapy ❀ Sometimes all a person needs is a little reassurance they’re not a bad person.

Jealousy, Jealousy ❀ ○ ✰ Jealousy is a green-eyed monster, or so they say. You’d argue that jealousy is actually a blue-eyed, one-armed, super soldier.

Better Than Us ❀ Being a woman is hard, and it’s not necessarily something you’d wish on another.

Marry Me? Nah. Marry Me? Yeah. ❀ ★ ✰ 4 times Bucky Barnes asks you to marry him and you refuse. 1 time Bucky Barnes asks you to marry him and you accept.

Buck Moon ❀ So maybe you read the Farmer’s Almanac wrong. It’s still a successful date.

Shower ❀ ○ Sometimes it's all you can do to breathe. Sometimes you need a little help--even with the basics. Bucky's happy to help.

Sun to Me ❀ If there is one thing Bucky Barnes remembers about his mother, it is that she told him to find someone who plants flowers in the darkest parts of him. If there is one thing Bucky Barnes knows about Reader, it is that they grow him to the clouds.

Timeless ❀ Reader wonders how their life might have looked different in 1944, but they know they still would have loved Bucky Barnes.

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Series

Accidental | pt 2 pt. 3 pt. 4 pt. 5 | blurb 1 ○ ★ What happens when you accidentally kidnap the exact man you were looking for?

Taken (ongoing) ○ If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would go back to that morning. He would hold you a little tighter in his arms, and he would kiss you a little deeper. He would pull your daughter in between the two of you, letting her giggle as loudly as she wants whilst her parents kiss her cheeks and tickle her belly. If Bucky Barnes could time travel, he would have told you not to go to the park—to go anywhere else. But Bucky Barnes can’t time travel, and his wife and daughter are gone.

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Drabbles

Lost Time ❀○

Poolside ❀

Distraction ❀○

Can I? ❀ ✰

Not What I Heard ❀✰

Ruinin’ the Game ❀