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Just wanted to say that I can't wait for y'all to come back! Enjoy your break though loves! You've more than earned it and definitely deserve it! I will patiently and excitedly await your return and hopefully can sign up as a masked writer when that time comes! Love you guys💕

Thank you so much! We’ll for sure be keeping you guys posted on when we will return :D

[themaskedwriter]

Announcement

Hello!!! 

Elle and I would like to thank everybody who has participated in this little game of ours. Thank you to everybody who has read the stories we have shared on this blog. Thank you to everybody who has played along and have left their guesses. And a very special and massive thank you  to our wonderful and talented Masked Writers who gave us the opportunity to share their amazing work with everybody here. 

We had the incredible opportunity to share 32 different stories with you all. That means this game has run for a total of 32 weeks!! When Elle and I came up with this idea, we never imagined what it would become. We nervously reached out to our favorite authors and screamed when they responded with a “Yes.” Now, 32 stories later, we have decided it is time for a break. 

As many of you know, both Elle and I are full-time students. On top of this, we both have jobs. Because of this, we have decided that in order to focus on school it would be best to take a step back from this blog. We are both incredibly grateful to everybody who has been a part of this and hope to see you soon!

As of yet, we do not know when we will be back but don’t fret, we WILL return. In the meantime, please be sure to send your love to all our Masked Writers and their stories. You can reread every entry by looking at our “Previously On the Masked Writer” tab and you can also follow both Elle and I on our personal blogs at @delicatelyherdreams and @notimetoblog .

We, once again, thank you all very much!!!

-Elle and Em

[themaskedwriter]

Announcement

Hello!!! 

Elle and I would like to thank everybody who has participated in this little game of ours. Thank you to everybody who has read the stories we have shared on this blog. Thank you to everybody who has played along and have left their guesses. And a very special and massive thank you  to our wonderful and talented Masked Writers who gave us the opportunity to share their amazing work with everybody here. 

We had the incredible opportunity to share 32 different stories with you all. That means this game has run for a total of 32 weeks!! When Elle and I came up with this idea, we never imagined what it would become. We nervously reached out to our favorite authors and screamed when they responded with a “Yes.” Now, 32 stories later, we have decided it is time for a break. 

As many of you know, both Elle and I are full-time students. On top of this, we both have jobs. Because of this, we have decided that in order to focus on school it would be best to take a step back from this blog. We are both incredibly grateful to everybody who has been a part of this and hope to see you soon!

As of yet, we do not know when we will be back but don’t fret, we WILL return. In the meantime, please be sure to send your love to all our Masked Writers and their stories. You can reread every entry by looking at our “Previously On the Masked Writer” tab and you can also follow both Elle and I on our personal blogs at @delicatelyherdreams and @notimetoblog .

We, once again, thank you all very much!!!

-Elle and Em

[themaskedwriter]

Well well well… the time has come to reveal The Masked Writer!!!

Drum Roll...…….

This week’s Masked Writer and author of This Little Game is none other than...…..ME!!!! Hi guys! It’s Em from @notimetoblog!! Let’s run though my clues written by the always lovely Elle!  My clues were all a big play on my url, notimetoblog. The ‘time’ part of the clue pointed to ‘time’ theme of my url. We also dropped a ‘history’ clue as I am a history major and have mentioned it a few times on my blog (usually as I was drowning in essays for finals or midterms weeks lol). “Timeless” was a reference to the “notime” part of my url. I also wrote my bonus clue, which was a reference to title and description of my blog which reads, “Notimetoblog and yet I’m Here :/” Thank you so much for reading my story and being so kind!!! I haven't posted much on my blog, so posting this story here was VERY exciting!! :D

We have two winners to congratulate this week!!! Yayyy! Huge congrats to @ivoryhazlewood and  @starwarsinnarnia for guessing correctly! Remember you can select one of the following options for your prize; a moodboard, a drabble, or playlist. Please send us a direct message to let us know your pick!! CONGRATS AGAIN!! Thank you to everyone who participated!

Stay Tuned For An Announcement Shortly!! :D 

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DAY 6!!! LAST DAY TO GUESS!

This Little Game

Pairing: 1940′s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Someone catches the eye of a handsome Sergeant, but it doesn’t seem luck is on his side.

*Based on an episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show :D

Warnings: FLUFF! with a hint of sarcasm and a friend who thinks he’s cooler than he really is

Word Count: 2,598

Clues: Her fics make you want nothing more than to spend all your time reading them even when you ought to be making history. They’re timeless and so is she.

When Bucky had signed up for the army, he did so with an understanding that the threat of war was unshakeable. He did so, understanding that the world wasn’t as safe as everybody hoped it would become. The ‘war to end all wars’ had ignited and had settled, and yet it seemed it had failed at keeping the world at peace. The misplaced optimism at striking peace after that war only lasted a few years before the European nations found themselves once again at odds.

Keep reading

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DAY 5 MEANS BONUS CLUE!!!

This author really shouldn’t be here, and yet she is

think you know who it is???? Comment your guess!

This Little Game

Pairing: 1940′s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Someone catches the eye of a handsome Sergeant, but it doesn’t seem luck is on his side.

*Based on an episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show :D

Warnings: FLUFF! with a hint of sarcasm and a friend who thinks he’s cooler than he really is

Word Count: 2,598

Clues: Her fics make you want nothing more than to spend all your time reading them even when you ought to be making history. They’re timeless and so is she.

When Bucky had signed up for the army, he did so with an understanding that the threat of war was unshakeable. He did so, understanding that the world wasn’t as safe as everybody hoped it would become. The ‘war to end all wars’ had ignited and had settled, and yet it seemed it had failed at keeping the world at peace. The misplaced optimism at striking peace after that war only lasted a few years before the European nations found themselves once again at odds.

Keep reading

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DAY 4!!!!!! WHO IS BEHIND THE MASK???? THJINK YOU KNOW?? LEAVE YOUR GUESS

This Little Game

Pairing: 1940′s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Someone catches the eye of a handsome Sergeant, but it doesn’t seem luck is on his side.

*Based on an episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show :D

Warnings: FLUFF! with a hint of sarcasm and a friend who thinks he’s cooler than he really is

Word Count: 2,598

Clues: Her fics make you want nothing more than to spend all your time reading them even when you ought to be making history. They’re timeless and so is she.

When Bucky had signed up for the army, he did so with an understanding that the threat of war was unshakeable. He did so, understanding that the world wasn’t as safe as everybody hoped it would become. The ‘war to end all wars’ had ignited and had settled, and yet it seemed it had failed at keeping the world at peace. The misplaced optimism at striking peace after that war only lasted a few years before the European nations found themselves once again at odds.

Keep reading

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DAY 3!!! HAVE YOU GUESSED WHOS IS THE AUTHOR BEHIND THE MASK??

This Little Game

Pairing: 1940′s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Someone catches the eye of a handsome Sergeant, but it doesn’t seem luck is on his side.

*Based on an episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show :D

Warnings: FLUFF! with a hint of sarcasm and a friend who thinks he’s cooler than he really is

Word Count: 2,598

Clues: Her fics make you want nothing more than to spend all your time reading them even when you ought to be making history. They’re timeless and so is she.

When Bucky had signed up for the army, he did so with an understanding that the threat of war was unshakeable. He did so, understanding that the world wasn’t as safe as everybody hoped it would become. The ‘war to end all wars’ had ignited and had settled, and yet it seemed it had failed at keeping the world at peace. The misplaced optimism at striking peace after that war only lasted a few years before the European nations found themselves once again at odds.

Keep reading

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DAY 2!!! THINK YOU KNOW WHO’S BEHIND THE MASK???!?

This Little Game

Pairing: 1940′s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Someone catches the eye of a handsome Sergeant, but it doesn’t seem luck is on his side.

*Based on an episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show :D

Warnings: FLUFF! with a hint of sarcasm and a friend who thinks he’s cooler than he really is

Word Count: 2,598

Clues: Her fics make you want nothing more than to spend all your time reading them even when you ought to be making history. They’re timeless and so is she.

When Bucky had signed up for the army, he did so with an understanding that the threat of war was unshakeable. He did so, understanding that the world wasn’t as safe as everybody hoped it would become. The ‘war to end all wars’ had ignited and had settled, and yet it seemed it had failed at keeping the world at peace. The misplaced optimism at striking peace after that war only lasted a few years before the European nations found themselves once again at odds.

Keep reading

[themaskedwriter]

This Little Game

Pairing: 1940′s Bucky x Reader

Summary: Someone catches the eye of a handsome Sergeant, but it doesn't seem luck is on his side.

*Based on an episode of the Dick Van Dyke Show :D

Warnings: FLUFF! with a hint of sarcasm and a friend who thinks he’s cooler than he really is

Word Count: 2,598

Clues: Her fics make you want nothing more than to spend all your time reading them even when you ought to be making history. They’re timeless and so is she.

 When Bucky had signed up for the army, he did so with an understanding that the threat of war was unshakeable. He did so, understanding that the world wasn’t as safe as everybody hoped it would become. The ‘war to end all wars’ had ignited and had settled, and yet it seemed it had failed at keeping the world at peace. The misplaced optimism at striking peace after that war only lasted a few years before the European nations found themselves once again at odds.

Staying positive was quite the ordeal for the men that joined Bucky at camp as they awaited their orders. Being alone with your thoughts could be dangerous as they often led you down a dark and deep spiral. The vibrant thoughts of the friends and families left back home lacked their usual comfort. They only brought made the fact that they were hundreds of miles away, all too real.

The men often found refuge in the one place where a bit of that vibrancy from back home seemed to still shine. They guarded this ray of light with all they had. The Recreation Hall; where the men could find a bit of entertainment as they waited for their orders to officially ship out to Europe. Sure, war awaited them. The chance to prove their courage, fight for their country. They knew death could be waiting for them at the other side of the pond, but for a moment, those fears and worries could be shoved as far back in their minds as possible. Those worries were still present, but not all consuming, forcefully pushed back in order for the men to get a brief chance to breathe more peacefully, to momentarily hang up the burden they all carried, and enjoy a tiny sliver of normalcy.

The army band left their army music sheets in their rooms, and instead complied with requests shouted by men longing for home. Melodies that all the men recognized filled the room, their feet tapping, bodies ready to spring up from their chairs and prove that they really were as a great a dancer as they’d told everybody they were.

Those who considered themselves comedians would bravely get up on stage and hope the men in the audience were unable to find tomatoes or anything more painful to hurl at them when they didn’t enjoy the punchline.

And on special nights, the USO would bring a show of their own. One that was better organized and better choreographed than the riot the men tended to put up themselves.

Tonight, was one of those nights. The Rec Hall was packed full as word had spread that the USO girls would be performing. Sure, war was ever present in the soldiers’ minds, but who among them would pass up the chance at watching pretty girls dance? Not Bucky, that’s for sure.

“Hey, Sarge!” Bucky heard a voice call for him as he tried to find an empty seat in the sea of men eagerly waiting to see the show despite there being almost an hour left before it was scheduled to begin. He looked around seeing familiar faces but not one that matched the voice that had called out for him. “Back here!”

With a turn of his head Bucky found the source of the call. Sully, one of the friends he had made here at the camp, was poking his head from behind the curtains on stage, excitedly gesturing with his hand for Bucky to join him.

“Hey, Sully,” Bucky greeted him as he stepped behind the curtains. Sully stood by a table with shoes, papers, and costumes spread across it while the USO girls rehearsed behind him. “Good show tonight?”

Sully managed the talent of the performances. Managed in its most basic form. He would make the list of the acts scheduled to go up every night and tried to make the show run as smoothly as possible. He was successful, on occasion.  

“I don’t know, Sarge,” Sully said with a short sigh. “All they keep doing is them crazy exercises,” he gestured to the dancers.

The girls were stretching their limbs then giving a few practice steps, counting out loud, trying to keep each other on beat.

“Well it’s the USO, so I wouldn’t worry too much,” Bucky tried to calm his friend.

“You should go up there tonight,” Sully replied, bumping Bucky’s shoulder with his own. “Do that drunk bit you did that time.”

“Sul, this is a USO show, they don’t need me,” Bucky said with a chuckle remembering how hard Sully had laughed when he imitated one of his neighbor’s back home who seemed to be drunk at all times of the day. Steve avoided him, mostly. But Bucky seemed to purposely look for him just to get a little chuckle at the nonsense he spewed.

The night he had shown sully his bit. He had scrunched up his face, messed up his hair, and stood with a slouch, while slurring his way through the inappropriate things his neighbor would say.

“And if I remember correctly that bit was never to be brought up again,” Bucky said, eyes drifting behind Sully where the girls still stretched.

“Oh, come on Sarge, just do the face! A little bit of the face come on!”

When Sully wanted to, he could be louder than bombs, and Bucky hated it.

He was very close to caving, just to get his friend to quiet down as some of the USO girls had let their eyes wander to where the two men stood. But then he caught sight of her.

The backstage door had opened with a burst of light. Her figure only a silhouette as the bright light from the outside illuminated her from behind. His eyes were glued to her as she ran to meet with the rest of the girls, a look of worry etched across her features.

“Shhh!” Bucky found himself saying to Sully who kept insisting.

He watched as she reached the other girls, uttering a few apologies for being late. She was met with a few reprimands, but the girls quickly went back to practicing their steps and stretching, resuming the never ending count to eight.

Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off her. The other girls were undeniably pretty, but there was something about her. Like she had somehow demanded all his attention even though she hadn’t even casted a glance in his direction.

“Who’s that girl?” he asked Sully who had followed his gaze and understood just who he was talking about.

“Oh Sarge, no,” Sully said as he tried to snap Bucky’s attention away from her. “Don’t even bother. That girl is as stuck up as they come. Don’t go wasting your time.”

“And how do you know she’s stuck up?” Bucky asked, looking back to Sully for just a second before his gaze naturally fell back on her.

“Well I know her! I know that girl. I went up to her the other day. Very nice, I was very nice. I said, ‘How do you do, sweetie? How about you and I take a hop down and I’ll spring for a couple of beers. Maybe I can take you on a quick roundabout the camp.’ And that girl comes with her stuck-up answer. An answer that you’d never believe!”

“What’d she say?” Bucky asked, curiosity taking over him as he waited for Sully to answer. He had just seen her for the first time but surely no answer coming from her lips could ever be anything but delightful.  

“She said, ‘No, thank you.’”

“Sul, come on!” Bucky said as he shoved his friend lightly, eyes somehow finding their way back to her again. She now joined the girls in counting aloud, and he swore he had never been so mesmerized by counting. “How is that stuck up?”

“Well she’s here to entertain the troops, right?” Bucky nodded, his eyes still trained on you as you marched along to the beat, “Well, ain’t I a troop?”

“She’s not here for that kind of entertainment, Sully. And besides, you’re probably not even her type of troop, maybe she’s more into Sergeants,” Bucky responded, suddenly standing up straight as she and the girls stopped rehearsing.

The girls dispersed, each of them fiddling with a different part of their wardrobe. Somehow, he had missed the fact that she was yet to be in the standard USO dress. Bucky almost hated to admit he must’ve been too distracted with her hair, and eyes, and lips, to worry about how she was dressed. He cleared his throat as he saw her approaching him and Sully.

“Hey, sweetie,” he heard Sully call out to you. Bucky groaned hoping she wouldn’t stop to pay attention to Sully who had the idea that this approach would get anything other than a roll of her eyes and an even louder groan. Yet he did stop, gave Sully a look over, eyes showing very little interest, probably replaying the lackluster offer he had presented her with before. “This my friend James Barnes, he’s got eyes for you. How about the three of us head down to grab a couple of beers?”

If the Earth was ever waiting for the right time to swallow him whole, now would be the best. Whatever shot Bucky had at talking to her, was promptly being ruined by Sully and his running mouth. He looked at her, mentally trying to tell her he had no part in whatever Sully was proposing.

“No, thank you,” came her reply, voice cold. Of course, who would blame her? Her eyes briefly looked towards Bucky with the same look of indifference you had offered Sully.

“See,” Sully began as you walked away. “Stuck up!”

“My god, she’s beautiful,” Bucky said, a smile spreading across his lips as she walked towards the dressing rooms. Ignoring Sully’s comment, he knew he was done for. Seeing her from far was already causing him to lose his mind but seeing her eyes just a few feet in front of him made his heart race.  

“I would get over it, Sarge. Girl doesn’t even like beer. Beer! You’re just wasting your time,” Sully responded before leaving Bucky behind as he went to arrange a few props the USO dancers needed for their performance.

Bucky’s eyes remained on her. She looked back just before you entered the dressing room. Almost as if teasing Bucky. As if letting him know she was not planning on ever paying attention to him.

“Oh, but what a way to waste it,” Bucky mumbled as he saw her finally close the door.

Bucky looked around the backstage area trying to come up with a plan to talk to her. She had yet to emerge from the dressing room, and when she did Bucky hoped to have figured something out to approach her.

Leaning on the table, he and Sully had been standing by, his eyes landed on the pair of shoes that rested on it. They seemed to match the ones being worn by the USO dancers and suddenly the perfect plan flashed across his mind as he noticed a name written on the inside of the shoe. The shoes apparently belonged to a woman named Dolores but that would in no way derail the plan he had quickly put together.

He grabbed the shoes and almost ran to the dressing room door, eagerly knocking on it.

She emerged after a few knocks, dressed in the red, white, blue dress he had previously seen on the other dancers, and he knew she was wearing the same one, so why did it look so much nicer on her? He tried to recover quickly, holding onto the plan he hoped would work.

“Hi there,” he said, trying to put on his most charming smile, the one even he would admit often made women swoon. She looked unimpressed, though, looking around him probably hoping somebody else had knocked on the door. “Sorry to bother you,” Bucky continued despite the fact that his ego had been shattered, “You seemed to have dropped these,” he held up the shoes to show them to her.

“Those aren’t mine,” she replied, and god could he get used to hearing your lovely voice! “I’m wearing mine,” she said as she looked down to her shoes.

“These say Dolores, though,” he pressed.

With a questioning look on her face, she had shared her name trying to prove those shoes weren’t her.

Bucky, though, beamed. He had learned her name.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” he chuckled trying his best not to sound smug. “My name is Bucky.”

“You must be very proud of yourself, Bucky,” she responded unamused. “But I’ll have you know I don’t really talk to people who steal other people’s shoes.”

“Well what’s the matter with a sneaker sneak thief?” Bucky mused, turning up his charm as much as he could. He let his voice take on a deeper tone, hoping that would make her laugh. He would put on a red nose and wig if it made her smile.

“So, you admit you stole Dot’s sneakers,” she said as she crossed your arms.

“To meet you,” Bucky smirked, “I would’ve stolen the Declaration of Independence. How about I show you around camp after your show. It might be tough to find a place worthy of a pretty dame like yourself, but I’m sure I’ll manage.”

“I don’t think so, Sergeant,” she replied, tone still uninterested.

“Well come on now,” Bucky said giving her his best puppy eyes. “Could you please just give me a chance here?”

“For starters,” she began, “We’re not allowed to date service men and–"

“Service men?” Bucky dramatically said as he gestured to the uniform he was wearing. “See, this is just a disguise to trick the army. Underneath this uniform is a plain ol’ civilian from Brooklyn who loves to read, go out to catch some pictures, and visit Coney Island for some wholesome fun. I also don’t bite my nails, have decent table manners, and can delight any set of parents you put in front of me. I’m more than ready to listen to what your day has been like, your likes and dislikes, and most importantly your thoughts about the very smitten Sergeant standing right in front of you. Whatta you say?”

“I see,” she said as a smile spread across her lips. “Let me get this straight. You want to hear my thoughts about you?”

“Nothing would make me happier,” Bucky replied, feeling his already racing heart beat even faster at the beauty of her smile. God, she was beautiful. 

“Even if it’s not what you’re hoping for?”

“Not knowing is key in this little game we’re playing,” he said, a smirk easing its way onto his lips. “Makes it even more fun.”

“You think this is fun?” she said, taking a few steps out the dressing room.

“It could be even more fun,” he winked, hoping he hadn’t stepped over any lines.

“Well then I’ll tell you,” she began, those perfect lips of hers that had Bucky hypnotized slowly turning up into a charming smile, a smile that already had his heart. “I think you are just one more arrogant soldier in need of some fun who steals shoes and has no respect. Is that fun enough for you?” 

And with that she turned on her heel and shut the door. 

“I think I’m in love,” Bucky whispered into the air, a permanent smile on his face.

[themaskedwriter]

The time has come to reveal another Masked Writer!

Drum roll!!!!

This week’s Masked Writer and author of Put Your Head on My Shoulder is none other than @brooklynbarrnes !!! Arya is an amazing author.. and that's right, her name is Arya which is referenced in her first clue saying that a lot of people ask if she watches Game of Thrones. Arya also stated that she never knows where she is in reference to her blog title, “I’m Always Lost.” Arya is also a very big fan of both Bucky and Spencer Reid. The bonus clue referred to her user name BrooklynBarrnes as it is biographically accurate since Bucky is from Brooklyn! Please show Arya some love!! Her story was incredible and deserves all the love! So give her a follow!!

Congratulations to our winner for this week, @zoesbucky!!! Remember you can select one of the following options for your prize; a moodboard, a drabble, or playlist. Please send us a direct message to let us know your pick!! CONGRATS AGAIN!! Thank you to everyone who participated!

See you next time on The Masked Writer

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DAY 6!!!! LAST DAY TO GUESS!

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Clues: People tend to ask me if I watch Game Of Thrones - and yes, I do! - because of my name. I never know where I am. Bucky and Spencer Reid are two of my favourite characters. 

THE END

There was a purpose, a reason you had agreed to be here. Not because he begged, but because you needed an excuse to see him again. Quietly tapping along with some overplayed song you’d heard on the radio, you waited. With every swing of the glass door, your eyes snapped to the entrance - but it was never him. The mini marshmallows in your drink had already sunk to the bottom of the mug five minutes ago. He promised and didn’t come. Maybe you should’ve learned your lesson the first time.

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DAY 5 MEANS BONUS CLUE!!!!

This author’s url is actually very biographically accurate and centered on one of our favorite super soldiers!

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Clues: People tend to ask me if I watch Game Of Thrones - and yes, I do! - because of my name. I never know where I am. Bucky and Spencer Reid are two of my favourite characters. 

THE END

There was a purpose, a reason you had agreed to be here. Not because he begged, but because you needed an excuse to see him again. Quietly tapping along with some overplayed song you’d heard on the radio, you waited. With every swing of the glass door, your eyes snapped to the entrance - but it was never him. The mini marshmallows in your drink had already sunk to the bottom of the mug five minutes ago. He promised and didn’t come. Maybe you should’ve learned your lesson the first time.

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DAY 4!!!! WHO IS THIS WEEK’S MASKED WRITER??? COMMENT YOUR GUESS!

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Clues: People tend to ask me if I watch Game Of Thrones - and yes, I do! - because of my name. I never know where I am. Bucky and Spencer Reid are two of my favourite characters. 

THE END

There was a purpose, a reason you had agreed to be here. Not because he begged, but because you needed an excuse to see him again. Quietly tapping along with some overplayed song you’d heard on the radio, you waited. With every swing of the glass door, your eyes snapped to the entrance - but it was never him. The mini marshmallows in your drink had already sunk to the bottom of the mug five minutes ago. He promised and didn’t come. Maybe you should’ve learned your lesson the first time.

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DAY 3!! THINK YOU KNOW WHO’S BEHIND THE MASK??

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Clues: People tend to ask me if I watch Game Of Thrones - and yes, I do! - because of my name. I never know where I am. Bucky and Spencer Reid are two of my favourite characters. 

THE END

There was a purpose, a reason you had agreed to be here. Not because he begged, but because you needed an excuse to see him again. Quietly tapping along with some overplayed song you’d heard on the radio, you waited. With every swing of the glass door, your eyes snapped to the entrance - but it was never him. The mini marshmallows in your drink had already sunk to the bottom of the mug five minutes ago. He promised and didn’t come. Maybe you should’ve learned your lesson the first time.

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DAY 2!!!! KEEP THOSE GUESSES COMING!

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Clues: People tend to ask me if I watch Game Of Thrones - and yes, I do! - because of my name. I never know where I am. Bucky and Spencer Reid are two of my favourite characters. 

THE END

There was a purpose, a reason you had agreed to be here. Not because he begged, but because you needed an excuse to see him again. Quietly tapping along with some overplayed song you’d heard on the radio, you waited. With every swing of the glass door, your eyes snapped to the entrance - but it was never him. The mini marshmallows in your drink had already sunk to the bottom of the mug five minutes ago. He promised and didn’t come. Maybe you should’ve learned your lesson the first time.

Keep reading

[themaskedwriter]

Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: A love story told in reverse.

Warning: Fluff and sprinkles of angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Clues: People tend to ask me if I watch Game Of Thrones - and yes, I do! - because of my name. I never know where I am. Bucky and Spencer Reid are two of my favourite characters. 

THE END

There was a purpose, a reason you had agreed to be here. Not because he begged, but because you needed an excuse to see him again. Quietly tapping along with some overplayed song you’d heard on the radio, you waited. With every swing of the glass door, your eyes snapped to the entrance - but it was never him. The mini marshmallows in your drink had already sunk to the bottom of the mug five minutes ago. He promised and didn’t come. Maybe you should’ve learned your lesson the first time.

“Mind if I sit?”

A smile danced on his lips and acknowledging the slight shake of your head, he relaxed into the chair. You stole one swift glance - he still looked as handsome as ever, just like the complete sweetheart who’d impressed you with his charm that very night he entered your life. However, the moment of peace shattered as he took note of the now empty mug your fingers were curling around. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean - “

“It’s fine,”

The conversation died, but, you could tell he wanted to say something, anything that gave him an excuse to look at you for all the times he couldn’t. He didn’t give up though - opting for an inside joke that treasured an unforgettable moment between the two of you.

“Still can’t believe this is considered as music,” His eyes were shut, a soft groan escaped him at the string of profanities repeated in every other line. A giggle from you and he released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding in.

“Well, it’s not like back in your day anymore,” A teasing glint in your eyes, he scoffed at your lousy attempt of imitating his voice.

“That, was an exceptionally terrible impression of me,” He leaned forward, arms folded and resting on top of the table. “I’ve taught you better than that.”

“What do you want Bucky?” He flinched - not used to the way his name now fell out your lips, it was new and he did not like it.

Bucky looked away - a young couple in the distance giggling and stealing kisses from each other - his rueful sigh filled the deafening silence between the two of you. “All I want is you.”

“You lost me when you left.”

He knew this was coming and as much as he tried to flush those memories away with several punching bags - it was the cold hard truth. He’d heard from Steve of all those sleepless days and nights you spent lost and broken.

“Y/N…Doll,” Bucky reached for your hands, firmly holding on to your touch. He expected you to pull away, swallowing the heavy, strangling feeling in his throat. “Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t want this anymore.”

His grip on your hands tightened - not that you had the heart to pull away - no words formed in your mind. He was desperate and vulnerable, a deadly combination of love.

“Tell me you don’t - ” He bit his quivering lip, blinking away the pain in his heart. “You don’t love me anymore.”

Longing eyes stared into yours, waiting - no hoping that you wouldn’t say what his mind was screaming at him. He felt cold all of sudden, your hands slipped away from his. Your eyes flitted to the door every time you dared to look up. Bucky leaned back, his gaze fixed on the mug. The air carried scents of caffeine, sugar and a dash of regret.

It was a powerful instinct to fight. He was usually more composed than you, more thick-skinned, seeing him shattered and not helping him wasn’t easy. Never was, never will be. The sound of your chair pushing against the wooden floor was his tipping point.

He grabbed your arm in haste. A long moment passed before he slid a piece of card into your hand. It was the last exchange of touch, warmth and love. 

THE MIDDLE

“James!”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t resist, and that was adorable.”

He laughed as you wiped the remnants of the snow off your face. A quick swipe of his fingers on your face and the red in your cheeks deepened as he hooked his arm with yours. Footsteps in sync and the same shy smiles on your faces - it felt too good to be true.

Bucky feigned annoyance when you dragged him into a library. He chased you through the maze of tall bookshelves - enough so that the librarian gave you a stern look with her dagger-like eyes. After all the extremely tiresome giggling around, both of you chose a book and settled in the quietest corner.

It was a thirty-minute comfortable silence of just focused reading, well until -

“Bucky!”

“I didn’t do anything,” Bucky held his hands up, a teasing glint in his eyes. He nudged your foot with his, the librarian snapped her head at the noise, to which Bucky whispered an obnoxiously loud shh.

“Quit staring, stalker.” 

“Mhmm, can’t help it Doll. Just making sure no one else is eyein’ my girl.” He shrugged, hiding his smirk with his book.

You blinked.

In less than three seconds, your hand was pressed to your mouth, eyes rapidly becoming blurry. Bucky watched as you clutched your stomach in pain, wiping the stray tears from your face.

“Are you reading Sex and The Single Mother: Finding Your G-Spot?”

His face lit up in amusement and he began reading the first sentence in the most serious face he could muster. To no one’s surprise, the two of you were kicked out of the sacred establishment as soon as your laugh attacked the prestigious quietness.

The snow had covered the empty streets as you were walking back to your apartment. Bucky grabbed your hand and pulled through the white plains, to get home faster was his reason - of course he just wanted to hold your hand again. 

“It’s snowing pretty hard, guess you’ll have to stay over.” You joked, rolling your eyes when he mimicked your expression.

“Now, why is that so bad, huh?” He wrapped his arm around your waist, stopping you from opening the door.

“’ Cause I’ll have to tell my other boyfriend to come another time then.”

“You better not be serious, Doll. I’m a little too tired to kick someone’s ass today.” He stifled a yawn, practically crashing on your couch.

“You’re never too tired to kick someone’s ass, James.” That earned a nod from him, and a pillow to your behind.

The smell of cookies and hot chocolate teased Bucky’s senses, he leapt off the couch as soon as you placed them in front of him.

“Y’know my ma used to do the same thing. Cookies, hot chocolate and perfect music, she even brought out the huge puzzles from the secret shelf.” Bucky’s eyes twinkled as he recalled his childhood. There were moments where he brought up his past, usually the good parts and how he’d love to keep those memories alive.

And that’s exactly what you did.

Bucky stuffed your freshly baked cookies in his mouth and brought out his most innocent face when you snatched the plate from him. You stood up to get a refill and the song changed. A quiet “finally, real music” escaped Bucky’s lips before he stood up, catching you with his arms. He slid the plate on the table, guiding your hands to his shoulder, his own gently grasping your waist. 

Put your head on my shoulder Hold me in your arms, baby Squeeze me oh so tight Show me that you love me too

THE BEGINNING

You know how it kinda sucks to be alone in a huge place with strangers? Yeah, that’s exactly what was going through your mind at that moment. The place was especially packed with eager children, pacing parents and overly touchy teenagers. You slipped off to a less crowded area and fiddled with your phone to not look weird. And as if she had some telepathic ability, Wanda’s name appeared on your screen.

“Hello?”

“Wanda! I can’t believe you bailed out, it was supposed to be a fun night for us.”

“I know, I’m sorry, Y/N. Something really important came up,” You sighed at her response, looking around at the overwhelming number of people.

“It’s fine, guess I’ll find something to do for a while. Can’t be that bad right? Only a few thousands of people here.”

A deep chuckle from the opposite table caught you off-guard. Eyebrows raised in question, you looked around, but everyone seemed too focused on their phones.

“Oh come on, aren’t carnivals your thing?” You scoffed at her question, shutting your eyes in exasperation.

“Yeah, I love being almost run over by people trying to get pretzels.”

Another laugh - more like, giggle - and your eyes found the most astonishing shade of light blue. He looked away shyly, clearing his throat.

“I’ll call you back, Wan.”

“Y’know, I can be your friend for the evening, I’m alone too,” He suggested, anxiously waiting for your answer. “Oh - if you want, of course.”

After careful consideration and one look his cute expression, you agreed. James, he introduced himself, but he preferred to go by Bucky. Whatever mindset you were in quickly disappeared as soon as Bucky insisted on going on the rollercoasters, despite your vigorous head shaking. In the end, he was right - you dragged him to the line again.

The sun was beginning to set, the sky blazing with streaks of pink, purple and orange. Both of you were somewhat exhausted from roaming around for hours, you leaned into the stuffed bear he won for you, sighing at how soft the fur was. Bucky pointed to a photo booth ahead, a soft smile on his lips.

Wanda’s text lit up your phone as you stepped out of the booth. I’m at the entrance. You turn to Bucky, who was already staring at your eyes, standing on your tip-toes, you press a quick kiss on his cheek. Bucky blushed, scrunching his nose to control the redness of his face. He watched you walk away before beaming down at the pictures on the piece of card in his hands. 

Oh, boy. He’s screwed.