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sebastianstanisahotmf · 5 months

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a perfect winters day

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. At this point I'm gonna stop apologising because my shitty time management issues and son make it hard for me to adhere to the time frames I have given to myself so I will post the fics when I have time to. (I love my son millions so I'm not blaming him for me posting so late but I'm just saying that I like to spend time with him which means it's hard to find time to write) I hope you understand. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary You and Bucky have the perfect day in as it snows outside.

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Warnings Fluff, allusions to smut

“Wake up doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear, “It snowed last night.”

“Mm?” you slightly opened your eyes.

“It snowed doll!”

You sat up as soon as the words registered in your head,”Really!?”

“Yeah doll, look,” Bucky wrapped your blanket around you and picked you up.

He walked over to the window in your bedroom and you gasped when you looked outside. Everywhere was covered in a sheet of pure white. The snow untouched, unbothered by anyone. The streets were empty, not a soul out there. It was like a winter wonderland especially since everything was so still it didn’t look real.

“It’s so beautiful,” you gushed.

“Not as beautiful as you doll,” Bucky added, winking at you.

“You’re so romantic it’s almost disgusting,” you told him with a smile on your face.

“But you love it doll,” Bucky leaned in to kiss you.

It was such a perfect moment, kissing the person you love the most while the world outside stood still, a beautiful landscape, the type you see in the movies and read in books.

Bucky pulled back from the kiss with slightly swollen lips and a massive grin on his face, “I think we should make some hot chocolate and waffles.”

“I think thats a good idea babe.”

Bucky took the blanket off you and then took you into the bathroom. He put you down so you could brush your teeth while he did the same.

Once you had done that, you walked into the kitchen to get started on the waffle batter as Bucky was making the hot chocolates.

The way you both moved around the kitchen so gracefully and in sync made the scene seem rehearsed. The truth was that you and Bucky regularly made it a team effort to make breakfast so that neither of you feel like you have too many responsibilities. That’s how everything worked with you and Bucky; you both shared the workload in your shared apartment which not only made it easier, but allowed you both to feel equal.

This may not have worked for other people but it worked for you and Bucky which is all that mattered.

After the waffles and hot chocolates were made, you sat next to eachother at the dining table in your kitchen. Bucly had put every imaginable topping for waffles and hot chocolates on the table.

“What do you want to do today?” Bucky asked, as he shoved an almost too big piece of waffle - loaded with every topping possible- in his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and finished chewing the food you had in your mouth before responding, “I just want to stay in today, you know I like looking at the snow but going out in it is a different story.”

“I’m very aware doll, especially after our trip to Canada a few months ago,” Bucky chuckled at the memory of you slipping over.

“You’re so sadistic Barnes,” you retorted.

“You didn’t moan about it last night, well you did, but not in that way,” Bucky smirked.

You picked up a strawberry and threw it at him.

“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m only telling the truth, Santa doesn’t come if you lie.”

“And you’re not gonna cum tonight if you keep teasin’ me,” you retaliated.

“Is that a promise?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You knew that Bucky would always be in charge in the bedroom, but it was fun to joke around.

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A few hours later, you and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch. He was laying with his head on your chest and the rest of his body was ontop of yours, acting like a weighted blanket. There was an actual blanket over the two of you and Home Alone was on the tv.

This was the first christmas you and Bucky were spending together so you decided to introduce him to some of your favourite films especially since he was a few years behind on films.

Bucky let out a laugh which was a rare occurrence. You kissed him on the head and wrapped your arms around him tighter.

“I love you so much baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too doll,” Bucky replied, pressing a kiss to your chest.

This was perfect, you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch, watching a Christmas film and occasionally looking at the world outside.

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caffeineghostie · 3 years

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𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Warnings: nothing, pure fluff! one (1) swear word. Bucky cooking?

Word Count: 1k-ish

A/N: I had so much fun writing this, I hope you like it!

as always, feedback is appreciated :)

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“Fuck!”, you curse under your breath as you exit from your parked car. It’s pouring outside, and you don’t have an umbrella because you always forget to bring one.

You make a run for the door of the building, shielding yourself with your bag, you rush inside to find repair from the rain, which got the best of you despite your efforts.

Wet and frustrated, you go up the stairs leading to the apartment you share with your boyfriend because of course, the elevator doesn’t work.

You are so tired. It’s been an exhausting week at work, and you can’t wait to get under the covers and sleep for the entire weekend and recharge.

When you open the door, a whiff of something delicious greets you: Bucky is cooking dinner. Wondering what yummy dish he might be preparing, you throw your keys back in your purse. You finally get rid of your uncomfortable heels, much preferring your old deformed bunny slippers to them.

“Y/N? Baby, is that you?” you hear your boyfriend calling you from the kitchen.

“Yeah, it’s me!”, you make your way to him, inhaling the smell of food that is becoming more intense with every step. Pictures of your travels all around the world with Bucky fill the walls of the shadowy corridor you are walking through, a gallery of dozens of sunny days.

Bucky is standing there, stirring delicious-looking meat sauce in a pan. To be honest, there’s not anything hotter than this view.

“Oh hey, doll!”, he turns around to embrace you. He is wearing the “Kiss the Cook” apron you got him for Valentine's Day a couple of years ago. You chuckle to yourself as you reach to hug him.

“You look like a wet baby chick,” he jokes. “Dinner should be ready in half an hour, more or less. Why don’t you go take a shower while I set up the table?” he suggests, lifting your head to look you in the eyes.

“Mm-mph, I’m comfy like this”, you are reluctant to leave the warmth of his embrace, tucking your head back under his chin.

“C’mon Y/N/N, you need to get out of these wet clothes, at least” he tries to convince you, patting on your butt, inviting you to go upstairs.

He’s right, your outfit is sticking on you, making you feel uncomfortable. The prospect of a hot, relaxing shower doesn’t seem so bad, now.

“Fine” you give in, pulling away. Bucky presses a light kiss on your forehead, knowing you have a soft spot for them.

“Up-up, dinner will be ready by the time you’re finished,” he adds, turning to check on the boiling water. You linger outside the door, observing his movement as he opens the cabinet to get the plates, whistling some tune to himself.

How did you get so lucky?

You head upstairs, making a quick stop by your bedroom to get a fresh change of underwear and clothes, searching for one of Bucky’s hoodies, pajama bottoms, and fuzzy socks.

In the bathroom you start the shower, undressing while you wait for the water to warm up, and dump the dirty laundry in the hamper.

When the water has heated enough, you get in, hoping for it to wash away the fatigue and frustration of the week.

The familiar perfume of your chamomile shampoo fills your nose, as you scrub your head with vigor, soaking your hair. Satisfied with the amount of foam, you wash it out and go on lathering the conditioner in your ends, leaving it to work its magic while you scrub your body. Finally rinsing everything out, you exit the shower, wrapping yourself up in a warm towel.

The bathroom is full of steam, most of which has condensed on the mirror, revealing the writings and sketches that are disseminated all over the surface in front of you. You and Bucky have this unspoken tradition, you leave each other cute messages in the mirror, and they never fail to put a smile on your face.

Dried and dressed up, you make your way back downstairs to the kitchen. Bucky is pouring red wine in two chalices.

“There you go,” he says, handing you one and grabbing the other. Clinking your glasses together, you make a toast to your evening, now ready to start.

You take a sip. The cup is cool against your lips, the wine tastes fruity and rich, and it’s inebriating.

“How are you doing now, doll?” he questions, smiling at you.

To be honest, with a glass of wine in hand and the prospect of an exquisite dinner, not to mention the treasure of your boyfriend, you feel a thousand times better than when you first set foot in the house half an hour ago. And it’s because of him.

“Oh, I'm so much better. It’s thanks to you, you know,” you set the glass on the table and you close into him, throwing your arms around his neck. You twirl his hair with your finger, a movement that always brings you comfort. “Thank you” you whisper.

“Glad to hear that, baby. You know,” he adds hugging you, “there’s another thing that can make you feel even better,”

“Oh yeah, what is that?”, you raise your eyebrows, wondering playfully.

You follow confused his gaze down your bodies, not realizing what he meant until you read the writing on his apron.

“You haven’t kissed the cook yet” he smirks, blue eyes glowing with complicity.

“Well, I shall make up for it, then.” you chuckle, getting on your tiptoes to peck on his lips. He lifts you up, deepening the kiss. You can taste the wine on his lips.

“As much as I would love to keep doing this, I don’t want the pasta to get cold.” He breaks the kiss, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table.

“Come on, time to eat.”

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caffeineghostie · 3 years

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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬' 𝐃𝐞𝐧 - [2]

Summary: They should have left you bleed out on the floor, because now you were in the wolves' den, and if you weren’t dead, they certainly were going to make you wish you were

Warnings: blood, description of wounds, brief mention of needles, natasha has a potty mouth, angst.

Characters: Bucky x Reader, Natasha Romanova

Word Count: 1068

A/N: hi everyone! thank you for the love you showed for the first part! Hope you enjoy this one! :) I'm on mobile so formatting is a pain, but I'll fix it from pc tomorrow after my exam!

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The heart monitor hooked to you was now frantically beeping, you tried to rip the IV from your arm, but it was too late. There was already a shadow lingering outside the door of your cell, the monitor must have alerted somebody that you were awake. But why would they save you? You certainly didn’t know.

They should have left you bleed out on the floor, because now you were in the wolves' den, and if you weren’t dead, they certainly were going to make you wish you were.

The shadow that caught your attention was now approaching the door, and whoever was behind was now turning the knob.

Oh you were so done. They probably kept you alive enough to torture you for some sick reason or something like that. Well, you certainly weren't going down without a fight, at least for what your current shape permitted you. You had to get ready to defend yourself against the enemy.

With a hiss you extracted the IV from your arm and tried to detach yourself from the heart monitor, but the maze of clear plastic tubes were just getting more knotted as you tugged them.

The squeaking of the rusty metal door distracted you and raising your head, you were surprised by a shade of red hair you knew all too well. Natasha!

She quickly made her way into your cell-slash-hospital room, making sure to close the door behind her.

"Y/N! Thank God you're alive" she whispered, making her way towards you to assess the condition of your wounds, "You've seen it bad, huh? I thought I had lost you for a moment" her eyes wandered down remembering what had happened earlier.

"Hey, it's not your fault! you couldn't have known it was an ambush, and they were too many" you gently brushed her cheek to make her look st you, and you noticed that her fave was scattered with purple bruises and cuts, more than you remember from the fight.

"Nat, what happened to you? Are you okay?"

"Oh dont worry about it, they wanted to know some sensitive information, but they're idiots so, I've taken care of it" she giggled nervously, looking away from you, focusing your bandages. She looked worried.. something was definitely upsetting her, but before you could address it, she perked up "which is why - we have to go, I don't yhink they will appreciate how we left our little chat"

Eyeing the ball of tubes sitting on your bed she exclaimed"we dont have time for this" and after taking out a knife from who knows where, she started cutting them up, finally freeing you.

"They might be idiots, but they have numbers, and I don't think you can fight in these conditions. Come on, let's go."

She passed one of your arms on her shoulders, sustaining you enough for you to stand, and like this you slowly made your way out of the room.

A question popped in your mind.

"Nat, what day is it?" you asked, looking up at her.

"I think it's Friday" she didn't look at you, too concentrated in finding a way out of this hell.

Friday? You had left for the mission on Tuesday, this meant that it had been three days since you went MIA. Why hadn't the team tried to contact you? Oh right, your transmitters were out of use.

With no news from you in so long, Bucky must have been worried sick. But you knew you were gonna see his stupid adorable face again.

While you were lost in your thoughts Natasha had stopped in the middle of a dark corridor. She looked up, pointing to a ventilation port on the ceiling.

"Well, it's not the best, but I can work with this" she said.

Leaving your side, she started removing the metal grate covering the passage, but it fell with a loud clank, slippery because of the humidity.

"Shit!" she cursed under her breath, "Now they definitely know where we are. We have to be quick." Sprinting, she made her way into the vent, disappearing for a moment, before peeking out again.

"Okay, Y/N, try to reach my hands, and I'll pick you up, so we can leave this shithole of a place behind us"

As if in cue, a stomping noise caught your attention.They had found you. Judging from the sound of boots running on concrete, they were at least a dozen.

"Standing on your tiptoes, you tried with all you could to reach Natasha's hands, they were so close, so close.

An excruciating pain flashed across your abdomen: your wound had opened up, and the stitches were digging in your flesh.

"Oh fuck!" you screamed in pain, clutching your stomach, trying to let the pain subside.

"Come on, Y/N/N, you can do it, just a little push. They're almost here!" Natasha was encouraging you from above, pushing her hands further.

You could hear the soldiers approaching, the thumping of their boots were mixing with that of your heart, they were right behind you and there was no time left.

Gritting your teeth, you pushed yourself to the limit, you could feel the cut in your guts stretching open with each movement. The fresh blood dripping from the bandage to the floor was making you slip, cancelling all your effort. With a shriek, you fell to the floor, defeated. It was too late now.

"Natasha, it's all useless. You have to get out of here!" you whispered "They don't know you're there, you can still escape" you looked up at her, motioning for her to go.

"I can't just leave you here!" she whispered back

"Yes you can, don't worry, I'll be fine. They saved me for a reason!". Well, you weren't totally sure but you were about to find out. "Go get the team" you said.

"We'll be back here soon" she promised.

"just... tell bucky i love him" you whispered for the last time, you couldn't let them hear you and find out that Natasha was there. She was your only hope now.

"You're gonna tell him yourself, I promise" she looked at you with eyes full of determination.

You found yourself surrounded by black boots and uniforms, heavy hands getting yourself on your feet, neglecting your winces of pain.

With one last look to the now empty ventilation port, you hoped Natasha and the team would be back quickly.

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hey everyone, hope you enjoyed this! What do you think will happen to our reader next? why was natasha so evasive, and why did hydra save reader?

the next part is probably going to be posted sometime between this and next week, as I'm currently at the beginning of exams season 🙃

Read Part 3 here

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