I…I literally don’t know how to process this….It hurts…but I’m like…God I dont know. I want more. I need more. I need to fully understand all of it in like a fifty part series.
Holy crap. First chapter and what a rollercoaster ride!!! I swear when Steve showed up I was like what in the fuck!? And then wait, she and Buck were gonna do some Romeo and Juliet thing…it’s Bucky’s baby?!? FREAKIN’ AWESOME!
I thought he just broke up with her and then BOOOM another wave of SADNESS. It was so good, I like making myself sad with angsty one shots and fics. Suffering ❤️ me
Um…excuse me…
He tried to do a whole murder-suicide thing on me?? Force me to drink poison?? NUH-UH!!!! Nope…I’d call the cops in a second on his ass…Steve…do whatever u want… What in the actual hell? There I was thinking it was a simple breakup cos we were too dependent on each other…and turns out he really tried to murder me…Smh…I just…Wow…this fic took an unexpected turn…but damn…I loved it! And now I’ve got Steve…while Bucky’s all alone…happy ending!!
You guys are awesome and I love you all. Thank you for reading One CallI know it hurt a lot, but you have to understand, I love to hurt you guys. I know, there’s something wrong with me.
As for a series… I don’t know yet. I’m not saying no, but I’m also not saying yes at this time.
Summary: You get a phone call in the middle of the night. Word Count: 1,545 Warnings: Angst and language Author’s Note: This is an AU that I have no idea where the idea came from. GIF Credit [X]
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The phone was ringing. Again? Still? It was punching through the veil of unconsciousness, yanking you from your dream. You sat up with a gasp and blindly reached for the slim phone on your night stand.
“‘Ello?” you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep.
“Shit, I woke you.” It was Bucky, and he sounded as if he had gargled with shards of glass before placing the call.
You cleared your throat and wiped the sleep from your eyes, taking in the dull red numbers of your clock. “It’s okay, Buck.”
“No, it’s not. I… I’m sorry.” He let out a bone-shuddering sigh, one that made your chest tighten.
“What’s going on, are you okay?”
There was another sigh before he answered. “Yeah, no. I don’t know. I mean… I’m fine, Y/N.”
“It’s been a while since I heard from you,” you noted softly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Bucky sniffled loudly, the kind where you knew he’d been crying. “Right as rain, doll.”
“You know you can talk to me, Buck.”
“I know.”
You hated how utterly broken he sounded. “So, talk to me.”
“I ummm, I don’t… I didn’t mean to call you so late,” he stammered.
Your throat went tight and tears stung your eyes. “It’s okay, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
Summary: You get a phone call in the middle of the night. Word Count: 1,545 Warnings: Angst and language Author’s Note: This is an AU that I have no idea where the idea came from. GIF Credit [X]
My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.
The phone was ringing. Again? Still? It was punching through the veil of unconsciousness, yanking you from your dream. You sat up with a gasp and blindly reached for the slim phone on your night stand.
“‘Ello?” you murmured, your voice heavy with sleep.
“Shit, I woke you.” It was Bucky, and he sounded as if he had gargled with shards of glass before placing the call.
You cleared your throat and wiped the sleep from your eyes, taking in the dull red numbers of your clock. “It’s okay, Buck.”
“No, it’s not. I… I’m sorry.” He let out a bone-shuddering sigh, one that made your chest tighten.
“What’s going on, are you okay?”
There was another sigh before he answered. “Yeah, no. I don’t know. I mean… I’m fine, Y/N.”
“It’s been a while since I heard from you,” you noted softly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Bucky sniffled loudly, the kind where you knew he’d been crying. “Right as rain, doll.”
“You know you can talk to me, Buck.”
“I know.”
You hated how utterly broken he sounded. “So, talk to me.”
“I ummm, I don’t… I didn’t mean to call you so late,” he stammered.
Your throat went tight and tears stung your eyes. “It’s okay, baby. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”
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