update: we’re completely moved over! we sorted through about half of our stuff and got the main stuff set up, now all that’s left is organizing <3
Just wanna let everyone know that I’ll probably be a little quiet this weekend. It’s the last weekend we have in our apartment and we have lots to move!
I’ll be on a little at night, but you probably won’t see much of me until Monday.
With that being said, I hope everyone has a lovely weekend, and I’ll see you soon 🧡
Summary: You think Bucky’s having an affair. He thinks… well you aren’t sure what he thinks. But he must notice the living room light is left on. Every night.
Word count: 3.1k
Warnings: Angst! (w/ a happy ending!), miscommunication, mentions of infidelity
a/n: I love feedback!! Please let me know what you think, it gives me motivation to write more :)
Masterlist
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The living room light was dim, just a yellow glow reflecting on bare brick walls and the satin of unused couches. You had meant to turn that lamp off an hour ago—when Bucky still hadn’t come home and the clock still continued to tick past times you refused to acknowledge.
You had meant to be in bed before his boots even clicked past the threshold of your apartment.
He threw his jacket on the kitchen table, ignoring the coat closet where your own jacket was left hanging alone. The reprimand caught in your throat, guarded behind the firm line you had pressed your lips into. You blinked at the kitchen cabinets, the glass of water nearly slipping through your fingers.
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.
I feel like the physical stuff always helps us, right? Because I’m such a
self-conscious person with regard to my “Sebastianisms.”
HAPPY 40th BIRTHDAY SEBASTIAN STAN
b. August 13, 1982 ✧ Constanta, Romania
Just wanna let everyone know that I’ll probably be a little quiet this weekend. It’s the last weekend we have in our apartment and we have lots to move!
I’ll be on a little at night, but you probably won’t see much of me until Monday.
With that being said, I hope everyone has a lovely weekend, and I’ll see you soon 🧡