#he melts her icy heart 💙💙💙

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𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐎   ┇   accepting ♡

hello!! i'm happy to see you in my inbox again and let me just say i absolutely adore the way you get super creative about your OC lupin and the way he navigates in your verses tbh!! your world building is marvelous and i always look forward to viewing your replies IC or OOC (even his interactions with other characters!). your writing inspires me to write better ngl!! love to see more from your work in the future and write louise's relationship with her dearest lupin ♡♡♡

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I have a request for your Frosty Affections, if that's ok. How would Bucky or Y/N help each other when they're getting overly stressed? Like during finals/exams, Bucky notices that Y/N is overworking herself, how would he step in to help her or take care of her?

- Zombie

Thank you for the request @thezombieprostitute 💙💙💙 I'm sorry it's late because I want to finish the AEH first before I wrote another story. I hope you like this one.

This drabble based on this story: Frosty Affection

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Frosty Affection || Stressed Out

Bucky :

Fluorescent buzz vibrated Bucky's skull, calculus equations blurring before his bloodshot eyes. Finals gnawed at him, but he soldiered on in his usual icy solitude. Suddenly, a plate of croissants and a steaming mug appeared, silent gestures from his sunshine-haired girlfriend, Y/N.

She knew his need for space, but worry flickered in her eyes. Later, she returned, mischievous, with a baseball and a challenge: "Break time?"

Bucky, surprised, saw the concern masked by her grin. A sigh escaped him, not annoyance, but relief. On the field, the swing of the bat, the echo of laughter, chased away anxieties.

Under the park bench's glow, sharing cocoa and dreams, Bucky's icy facade crackled. "Thanks," he muttered, "I needed that."

Y/N, leaning against him, smiled. "Anytime," she whispered. And under the city lights, Bucky knew, the ice around his heart had thawed, warmed by Y/N's love and a stolen baseball break.

Y/N :

Exams loomed like storm clouds, casting a shadow over Y/N's usually sunny disposition. She'd bite her lip, scribble furiously, then slam notebooks shut, frustration etching lines across her brow.

Bucky, ever the stoic student president, watched from the corner of his eye. He wouldn't smother her, but the silent tension in the air was a physical thing.

One night, he found her hunched over a textbook, tears shimmering in her eyes. A gentle hand on her shoulder, a silent offer of comfort. Y/N looked up, her eyes raw, and Bucky's heart clenched.

"Got you stuck?" he asked, his voice quiet, not icy as usual.

Y/N nodded, her voice a choked whisper. Bucky, the master of efficiency, sat beside her. He wouldn't solve the problem for her, but he guided her through the maze, his calm presence a steady hand in the storm.

He pointed out missed details, offered alternative approaches, but always left the final leap to her.

Finally, a triumphant grin lit Y/N's face. "I got it!" she exclaimed, hugging Bucky in a burst of relief. He smiled, a rare sight that made his usually cold eyes sparkle.

The next day, Y/N woke to find a crimson velvet box nestled beside her coffee. Inside, a plane ticket, a single word scrawled across it: Switzerland. Her breath hitched. Bucky's family owned a cozy alpine hotel there, a haven perched amidst snow-capped peaks.

As they soared through the clouds, Y/N saw the excitement bubbling beneath Bucky's stoic exterior. He wasn't used to sharing his private world, and this felt like a gift to both of them.

Days melted into a whirlwind of snowball fights, cozy evenings by crackling fireplaces, and shared secrets whispered under a sky dusted with winter magic.

Bucky saw Y/N in a new light, her resilience blooming brighter than the Christmas lights. He learned that sometimes, the best way to conquer your own storms is to share the warmth of someone else's sunshine.

On Christmas morning, they stood on the hotel balcony, overlooking the valley. "Thank you," Y/N whispered, her hand in his. "For everything."

Bucky squeezed her hand, his voice rough with emotion. "It wasn't just for you, sunshine," he admitted. "This holiday magic, it warmed me up too."

In that quiet moment, under a sky shimmering with hope, they found a new kind of warmth, a shared understanding that whispered promises of more adventures together, and a love that glowed brighter than any Yuletide log.

And maybe, just maybe, Y/N had taught Bucky, the master of solitude, that sometimes, the best way to melt away the frost is to share the joy of a Christmas surprise.