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people who say “I block for spam liking” like damn sorry that you hate joy. Every time someone goes through and likes 3829278 posts on my blog I’m filled with a love and power that you will never know and I pity you
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Bucky Barnes Fic Rec Masterlist Part 3
his strut, lord forgive me | some fics might have 18+ content so minors do not interact. | more will be added!
main masterlist | part 1 | part 2
SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS
break free • bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @james-bucky (angst, violence, comfort, smut)
honey girl • dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @violentdelightsandviolentends (age gap, soulmate au, smut, angst, fluff)
taken • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @antiquarianfics (angst, violence, kidnapping)
public affair | public display • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @kaznejis
you are mine, sunshine • grumpy!bodyguard!bucky barnes x sunshine!fem!reader
↳ by @theeleggymeggy
i never thought you'd happen to me | part 2 | part 3 • bucky barnes x curvy!reader
↳ by @nickfowlerrr (slight angst, mostly fluff, smut, luv itt)
against all odds | part 2 • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @bossbtch1
ONE-SHOTS - HC'S - BLURBS
you found me • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @samthemarvelfan (slight angst, fluff)
cry baby • bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @buckymorelikefuckme (smut, friends to lovers)
secret injury • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @lives-in-midgard
the collection • tfatws!bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @theeleggymeggy
better knock • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @buckysouvenir (flufff, implied smut)
suffocate me with your love • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @rocketrhap3000 (angst with happy ending, self-esteem problems)
always • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @nickfowlerrr (angst with happy ending)
contaminated • bucky barnes x agent!reader
↳ by @adrinktostopyourthirst (fluff)
finally • bucky barnes x spy!reader
↳ by @adrinktostopyourthirst (smut, fluff, angst)
curiosity killed the cat • mafia!bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @queers-gambit (angst, kidnapping, mean!bucky)
help me • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky (angst, bucky's ptsd, comfort)
his everything • bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @likeahorribledream (angst, fluff and insecure bucky)
the way he loves • bucky barnes x widow!reader
↳ by @lovelybarnes (aahh so fluffy so sweet)
patience • grumpy!bucky barnes x sunshine!reader
↳ by @sageandravens
it's called: freefall • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @kikixreverie
baking for bucky • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @itsplumwriter (so fluff, i wish i can bake for bucky too)
wrapped in affection • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @aikaterini-drag (very fluffy)
the signal • bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @lostgirlmuseum (angst, a misunderstanding)
first time • bucky barnes x gn!reader
↳ by @ivybucky
i was born ready • bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @whatthetumblfck (angst, kidnapping, ptsd?)
babysitting duty • bucky barnes x girlfriend!fem!reader
↳ by @nicoline1998enilocin (fluff)
here's looking at you, kid • boxer!bucky barnes x reader
↳ by @cryonme (angst, violence, tw: abuse)
knight in shining motorcycle • bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @queen-of-the-avengers (almost sa, slight angst, comfort)
verity • bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @cosmicbucky (angst, fluff, friends to lovers)
let it be known • mob!bucky barnes x bf!fem!reader
↳ by @kinanabinks
harvest heart • bucky barnes x fem!reader
↳ by @eloquentreverie (verry fluffy)
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when people irl ask for your tumblr… ma’am, that is for me and my followers to know and not for you to find out.
#kyra says things sometimes#why does my girlfriend want my tumblr so bad#baby i swear you don’t want to read my bucky barnes fanfic
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Hi, will u continue your taken series?
I absolutely will. I no longer have a timeline for when, though. It’s been a busy semester. I appreciate you guys being patient with me.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#bucky x you#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky barnes x you#bucky x fem!reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes fanfiction
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#marvel x reader#bucky x you#marvel fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky barnes x you#bucky x fem!reader
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Fic Recommendation
On this Masterlist you can find some of my favorite fanfictions I've read recently. Some of them are older ones that I found and some are new ones. Let's show those amazing writers some love and enjoy their storys.
P.S: I'm gonna make a Christmas recommendation Masterlist as well because I have read some great stories!
Bucky Barnes:
A Slip of the Tongue by @antiquarianfics
Bracelet by @sergeantbarnessdoll
My favorite piece of art by @nicoline1998enilocin
Wonder What It Was Like by @questionableratatouille00
Check Yes or No by @navybrat817
Words and Consequences by @mrsbuckybarnes1917
Can't sleep by @sebastianstanisahotmf
Smiles and Smooches by @aikaterini-drag
Lovers by @sleepypanda27
Steve Rogers:
Dancing in the street by @nicoline1998enilocin
First Kiss Since 1945 by @sergeantbarnessdoll
Overlooked by @sebastianstanisahotmf
Kissing Booth by @buckys-wintersoldier
Yelena Belova:
Cheesy pickup lines by @alotofpockets
Loki:
Period- Headcanon by @lokisbiiiitch1993
A Second Chance by @lokisbiiiitch1993
Andy Barber:
All these years by @nicoline1998enilocin
Frank Adler:
"Never heard you laugh before" by @buckys-wintersoldier
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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa
Becca Barnes is generally not a serious child. She is, on the contrary, quite the opposite. She’s a silly, carefree, easy-going kid, so whenever her demeanor changes to the opposite, it is an immediate red flag that something is wrong.
a/n: silly little rewrite of something i wrote in high school, but better than when i wrote it then. enjoy!
warnings: none!! well, it’s not proofed.
You’re standing in the kitchen on Christmas morning; it had become a small tradition to make Christmas themed pancakes on Christmas morning. Bucky is sitting at the island behind you, nursing a cup of coffee. You flip a santa hat pancake right as the small putter patter of your daughter makes its way closer to you.
“G’mornin’, bug,” Bucky greets his daughter.
“Morning, sweetheart,” you say at the same time. Smiling, you turn to face your daughter. “Do you want some pancakes, Becs?”
To your surprise, Becca shakes her head no. This development allows for you to truly take in her demeanor. The young girl is looking at you with contempt; her lip is pouted.
“Honey, what’s wrong?” You ask, your eyebrows pushing together in concern. You glance at Bucky who shrugs, but he looks equally as concerned.
Becca ignores you, walking up to her daddy and tugging on the leg of his pajama pants.
“What is it?” He asks.
“I have’ta tell you something, Daddy,” she says. “It’s a secret, though.” Becca finally speaks.
Bucky glances at you and back at his daughter. He slides off the bar stool and lets his daughter drag him into the other room.
You wait in the kitchen, confused, but continuing to make your pancakes as you wait for Bucky and Becca to return.
After a few minutes, Bucky returns with a shit eating grin on his face. You raise an eyebrow at him. He merely shakes his head with a laugh. Becca is following him, and she looks perplexed at her father’s laughter and carefree demeanor.
Bucky picks up his daughter, setting the 6 year old down at the island. He walks around, turning off the stove before you can protest, and moving you to sit across from Becca at the island. Then, he moves back to the other side, taking a seat next to his daughter.
“What’s going on?” You ask.
“Well, Doll, Becca saw something last night, and she’s worried about us.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, and you feel your heart rate rise in fear and whatever could have scared your baby.
Before you speak, Bucky continues, “Becca, do you want to tell Mama what you told me?”
Becca shakes her head, not looking at you. Bucky chuckles.
“Well, Mama, Becca thought she heard Santa Clause in the living room last night, so she snuck out of bed to see if she could catch him,” Bucky explains.
Your eyes widen as you slowly begin to put two and two together.
“She did, in fact, catch Santa, but he wasn’t putting presents under the tree.”
“Oh,” you say, involuntarily.
Becca’s eyes snap towards you as if you’ve admitted to the crime she has accused you of.
“Yeah,” Bucky nods gravely. “Becca saw you kissing Santa Clause last night.”
You stare at Bucky, perplexed. How were you going to get out of this without telling your 6 year old Santa wasn’t real? You and Bucky have a silent conversation before he turns back to Becca, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
“Becca, Mommy and I are going to tell you a secret.”
Becca looks up at her father, nodding, taking in every word he has to tell her. She needs to know what she saw.
“That wasn’t Santa Clause you saw.”
“Then who was it?”
“That was me dressed up like Santa.”
“Why were you dressed up like Santa?”
“Because sometimes Santa has a hard time getting to the house of every. single. kid. in the world, so he calls parents to help him out. Because Mommy and I are superheroes, he thought we could help him bring some presents to you.” Bucky’s lie slides off his tongue, and you can’t help but let out the breath you were holding.
“So Santa sent me a costume to wear just in case you woke up.” Bucky shrugs.
Becca looks between her parents, sizing your lie up. Finally she nods and points to the pile of pancakes near the stove.
“Can I have a pancake now?”
“Sure thing, kiddo,” you say before serving her one.
Bucky gets up, slides behind you, and whispers in your ear.
“Becca saw her mommy kissing Santa Clause,” he teases.
“Not my fault Santa wanted to get her a baby brother for Christmas,” you sigh, plating another pancake to hand to him.
#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#marvel x reader#bucky x you#marvel fanfiction#bucky barnes fanfiction#bucky barnes x reader fluff#bucky barnes x you#bucky x fem!reader#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes one shot
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Bucky Barnes
Dark 🖤☠️
Experiments (@bucky-barnes-diaries)
Trays and toys (@straywords )
Ribs (@highonmarvel)
Stupid little girl (@kinanabinks)
Spicy 🌶️❤️🔥
Impure (@buckyalpine)
Keep your eyes on the road (@bitsandbobsandstuff)
Still mine (@buckyalpine)
Separation anxiety. (@kinanabinks)
Cute 💖
No one else matters (@marvelouslizzie)
My everyday (@pellucid-constellations)
Look don’t touch (@kurogxrix)
Taken (@antiquarianfics)
AU Pair MASTERLIST (@extremelyblackandwhite)
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