How does everybody go about with writing their stores on here? I'm not savvy with the hashtag stuff, those sorts of things. Or creating a "link" to click on for a story to be read.
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His Second Chance Part 1
Bucky x Reader
Part one
Bucky arrives at the tower to start his new life, but there’s one thing he didn’t account for while readjusting to modern life - you.
Warnings: Language, anxiety, angst (maybe closer to just sadness rather than angst tbh), sliiightly smutty thoughts, fluff.
**Reader is portrayed as shy, very anxious and sensitive but very sweet and bubbly/very cuddly and handsy. I’m really sorry if this isn’t your cup of tea, but the idea of the Reader being this sweet little tiny thing that Bucky is terrfied to hurt just makes my heart all fluffy urgh. I used to get really anxious when stuff like this happened too and idk why posting this is making me feel all vulnerable and stuff ahh**
Word count: Approx 1900
Hi! Here’s the new series! The next part of A Real Sweet Guy is coming up within the next few days, maaaybe tonight if I can get on with the finishing touches this evening! I reeeaaaally hope you all like this one, I had the idea a while ago and I’ve had the concept floating about for ages!
Please let me know what you think since this is a new series! Please don’t hesitate to leave suggestions or thoughts! TAG LIST IS OPEN!
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Small footsteps padding down the hallway, a soft hum to a rock song that blasted in your ears, occasionally mouthing the words as you walked along. Your mug from earlier was clutched in your hands, now empty and ready to get an evening hot chocolate. You’d had to borrow Sam’s mug because someone had stolen yours. Definitely not Sam…
Soft black leggings, your butt shaped beautifully with the garment, a little crop top on your top half. A large oversized Captain America hoodie over your shoulders, the sleeves shoved up to your elbows. It had been a secret Santa present, but you’d be lying if you said you hated it. You fucking loved it. So cosy and warm and it had the shield of your favourite and only super soldier printed on the front.
You walked out into the living space of the floor you shared with Steve and Sam, your two best friends. You looked down, threading some of your hair behind your ear as you walked across the wooden flooring to the kitchen. You looked up, two hulking figures in the shadows of the unlit room and you paused, mug tumbling to the ground, smashing at your sock clad feet. The light flicks on and not one, but two super soldiers stand in the living room.
Bucky.
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