*mine: remember me

Keep me
in your necklace
in your smile
in your heart.

Love me
in your words
in your thoughts
in empty nights.

Hold me
in your eyes
in your book
in the name of love.

Remember me,
not all the time
just the happy times
never the sad times.

Please remember me.
Please remember.
Please.

—  Lukas W. // Remember me
Remember Me: Part 2

A Bucky x Reader / Drabble Series

Part One

A/N: I started this series with every intention of posting once a week. But, OF COURSE work always fucks my life up. So here is part two. Please know I have every intention of trying to keep this updated regularly, but please don’t hate me if I don’t. Let me know what you think and if you want me to continue. ♥♥♥

Other Characters: Steve

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings:
- language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

Your unconsciousness subsided at some point, although you couldn’t exactly pinpoint the exact moment; the loud whirring of a helicopter’s blades invaded your ears, filling your brain with a buzzing sound.  It was muted, your brain still fuzzy from the action that went down however long ago. Your eyes fluttered open long enough to see a blurry figure hovering above you, your head on his lap. His fingers were stroking your hair, and you locked eyes with him for a brief moment, before you lazily closed them again. You were so weak, and it took so much effort just to keep them open.

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Remember Me: Part 3

A Bucky x Reader / Drabble Series

Part One | Part Two

A/N: Here is part 3 everyone! This took a while for me to get right, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Sorry it’s being posted so late too. Work sucks! Let me know what you think! ♥

Other Characters: Steve, Tony

Word Count: 1,321

Warnings:
- language, maybe?

Tags: (at the end)

*gif is not mine.

The thin, delicate pane of glass was the only thing separating you from what you thought you knew and what was sitting right in front of you. It seemed like a dream, as his sapphire eyes chilled you to the bone, piercing your very soul. Your knees felt weak and Steve could read your body language, walking over and hooking his hand right into the crook of your elbow, squeezing lightly.

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