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Dancing On My Own

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Reader (past relationship), Male OC x Reader

Summary:  Years after Bucky’s death, [Y/N] has moved on. But, Bucky makes one last visit to make sure she’s in good hands.

Word Count: 468 - One Shot (?)

Warning(s): Death mentioned, general feels of sadness

A/N: I wrote this after listening to at song (can you guess which one?) for myself to be sad. If anyone would like I can write a longer version of this with more explanation?

To say [Y/N] was ready would be a stretch. Her husband, whom she had only been married to for a few hours before shipping off to fight in a war, was dead. He had been for years. But, she felt him with her when she did things around the house. Or when she was playing with the boys. Their boys. 1941 had been a difficult year. She moved to a city she didn't know, got a job working for one of the wealthiest people in the world, met and fell in love with a man who was way too good for her. She would have followed him to the ends of the Earth and in a way, she had.

Of course, it had been a few years. It was 1948 now, the twins were six and looking more like their father everyday. Even her new boyfriend thought so. But, she couldn't think about that. She had to get ready for  their date. They would be going dancing at the same spot she met Bucky. Oh, Bucky. He was one of the good ones. Strong, messed around with her, bought her drinks but not to a messy point. He drove her home, walked her to the door and made sure she got inside safe. But, he hadn't been there in so long. He left after a fight and [Y/N] never got to apologize. Bucky was dead before he ever got the chance to come home.

With memories of the night she met Bucky playing over in her head, [Y/N] held tightly to Frank's hand. The smell of the bar brought even more memories flooding back. Tears sprang to her eyes as Frank pulled her gently onto the dance floor, bringing her into his arms.

“[Y/NN], it's okay. It's okay.” He didn't try to stop her from crying. He just kissed her face and held her into his chest.

[Y/N] let the tears fall silently for a moment before looking up at him, a sad smile meeting his.

Across the dance floor stood a shadow of a man. He was watching the two of them, every move the man made with the woman was watched protectively by the shadow. He stepped into the light for a moment and there he was. He was pale and looked slightly dirty, his dark brow furrowed. The steel blue of his eyes softened as he saw her. Bucky Barnes stood in the corner of the room. He watched Frank kiss his wife, his...ex-wife. A tear fell down the man’s cheek.

“I just came to say goodbye.” His voice didn’t reach her. She didn’t see him. She never would. Bucky started to fade from the corner, his wife was happy and that’s all that mattered. His mission was successful.

Hey....do you like DnD?

Hi there, I'm Bee. Recently I had a friend tell me she wanted to play some good ol' Dungeons and Dragons. I agreed to run a game for her. Then I realized, I need more players. That is where you come in, hopefully.

The game I plan to run will be 21+, LGBTQIA+ friendly, POC friendly, neurodivergent friend, and beginner friendly modified Curse of Strahd campaign. We will be using Discord and Roll20 to play. I should also mention I would like to record the session strictly to make taking notes a little easier. If you are uncomfortable with this, we can discuss that. Though the only people who would be hearing these recordings are myself and the players should you want them.

What I'm Looking For:

Four players the age of 21 and older.

Availability on Saturdays 9 or 10pm EST. (Start date TBD)

Communication is key! Both in and out of game.

Things To Keep In Mind:

• CoS is a game with a serious tone. It can get dark. Even though this is modified.

• There will be combat, though this will be a heavy-RP campaign.

Please message me here if you have any questions or if you would like to join.

Hope to see you in Barovia!

Thank you all for the interest in the game! Stick around to hear how the sessions go? I'm sure I'll be updating :)

i hope that one day i will finally be ok….i’ll make a cherry pie when it is all over

I play in a dnd game on Thursdays.

This past Thursday was the first time we had played this new year.

We defeated the big bad of this arch within a round of 'combat'.

An archdruid was a squirrel. Caught by the party warlock. Talked to by the NPC Ranger/Druid. Then talked to again by the party Druid (me).

Without verbal communication...

We stuffed the squirrel into the bag of holding we have.

The Archdruid/Squirrel...is was my character's grandmother.

Whoops?

I have since made it to level 40. Unlocked Nightborne.

I am *very exicted.* Hoping to get the others soon.

Being lazy was a smart move this time lmao

I don't post too much like...personal stuff here? Idk dude anyway

I've been leveling a blood elf for a bit. Got her to level 19. She's beautiful. However, I decided to buckle down and get to 40 to start trying my hand at the allied races since I have them all on Alliance.

I may not know where the hell anything is in Orgrimmar but I'm level 33 and I know that Silverpine Forest and Hillsbrad are beautiful locations.

stop trying to make your draft perfect on the first try. your characters don’t care. your plot doesn’t care. even the imaginary readers in your head don’t care because they don’t exist yet. just write the terrible version. write the cringey dialogue and the scenes that go nowhere and the metaphors so bad they make you cringe into next week. because guess what? you can’t edit a blank page, but you can edit a hot mess. embrace it.

and with your help it can rack up 700k notes on tumblr in 2024

no tumblr this doesnt need tags im releasing it into the wild as god intended

the sound of a distant train horn in the night, reblog if you agree