—Summary: Sometimes it takes fire for things to come alive. Bucky grew up in a changing world and the only constant he ever knew was you—a guiding star, a sense of home. When he gets shipped off to the 107th Infantry, he takes with him the warmth of your hug and all his fears over never telling you how he felt.
One mission and one letter change everything.
—Word count: 2.6k
—A/n:Happy holidays celebration season, darlings! This is the 4th commission I got for my lovely and dear Tiff, from a prompt I had the hardest time not turning it into a monstrosity of a fic, and I hope from the bottom of my heart they enjoy it. Join the winter celebrations and order your own Happy reading.
Bucky lifts the pen off the paper and stares at his trembling fingers. Even with a few hours of sleep, the shock of their near-death mission continued on his body. If he stopped to analyze through his foggy brain and the words he so desperately needed to get off his chest, he would also note the ringing in his left ear and the throbbing on the left shoulder.
The words were heavier than any of the pain, so he sips his water and tries again, after taking three careful breaths this time. He starts the letter again.
I swear to the holy freakingity frackity sun, grass, sky, earth and everything above, this was a MASTERPIECE, I honestly can’t process how many endorphins I’m feeling and how many years I’m shedding because of this fic, holy damn
This was beautiful, thank you so much you are a saint, this was wonderful ❤️
That is a lot of things to swear upon so I’ll 100% believe you. I’m so thankful, but definitely not a saint, bubs LOL. Thanks a lot for the compliments ❤️
