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Special Birthday Girl

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: DDs: it’s your birthday and unfortunately, you and Sebastian/Bucky had a fight a few days ago and still aren’t talking. There’s a delivery of a large bouquet of flowers from your partner but the note attached makes you anxious he’s hinting for a breakup. How do you make up when you learn the note was just worded incorrectly?

Warnings: Angst, lots of tension, fluff, happy ending!

Word Count: 1,466 (Yikes!)

Authors Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Extended Drunk Drabbles! A really really big thank you to my tumblrmama @hawksmagnolia for your help with this prompt! Couldn’t have finished it without you!!

Happy birthday sweetheart!!! Hope you have a great day!

Many kisses Y/N! Have a fantastic day!

Happy Birthday!!!

Happy birthday, you beautiful human!

The birthday messages kept pouring in from your friends and family. Everyone close to you had wished you a happy birthday, everyone except Bucky.

The atmosphere in your tiny single bedroom apartment was uncomfortably thick. Even his Avenger friends picked up on the tension as soon as they had walked into the space.

The two of you had had a pretty heated fight a week ago about his continued grumpiness. Bucky was tired, you understood that since he’s been working so much, but his short patience with you was making you crazy. It seemed he bit your head off every time you opened your mouth. You were officially done with his surly mood so you chose to put him in his place, warning him that if he didn’t stop talking to you like that then he shouldn’t bother talking to you at all.

Since that day, he has chosen the latter and hasn’t spoken to you since. Whenever you and Bucky have fought in the past, one of you would usually break the silence after an hour. You kept expecting him to try and fix things, like apologise for his hostile remarks but nothing. You feared this was the end of your relationship, that this was his way of breaking up without saying it.

It was like two strangers under the same roof. You still shared the same bed, but at different times. You cooked and ate your own meals separately and spent most of the day in a different room away from each other.

But today was your birthday and while you were really happy to receive such beautiful messages from those who loved you, the memory of your angry outburst and his silence sat heavily on top of your shoulders. Just knowing that you and Bucky weren’t okay was making it difficult to enjoy your day.

A sudden knock echoes throughout the apartment startles you and your head jerks to the door in the hopes to hear Bucky striding to answer it. When you hear nothing after a couple of heartbeats another loud knock comes. You huff in frustration and stomp towards the door. You hadn’t heard Bucky leave the apartment and knew he was here somewhere. He had come in very early this morning and you assumed he’d crashed on the couch. You’d been hiding in the bedroom, hoping the door would muffle any tears.

Would it really be such an inconvenience for him to answer the damn door?

You yank the door open with more force than you intended to use and your eyebrows shot up into your hairline. A delivery man in brown uniform stood in front of you holding a beautifully wrapped large bouquet of flowers in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Good afternoon ma’am! Are you Miss Y/L/N?”

You nodded. “Um yes, that’s me.”

“Great. I’ve got a delivery for you from Mr. James Buchanan Barnes.” Hearing his full name caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“Oh.” You blew out a surprised breath. He’d bought you flowers for your birthday? Your excitement died a bit and you swallowed a knot in your throat realizing he could have ordered them well before your fight.

The man clears his throat and you blink at him. It’s then you realize that he’s holding the flowers out for you to take them. You take them gracefully as possible, quickly scribbling your name down on the piece of paper and nudging the door closed with your foot.

Setting the flowers down on the side in the kitchen, you go on a hunt for a big enough vase to fit the bunch. As you’re about to turn away, you see a note wedged between the petals from your peripheral vision.

Plucking the note between your fingers, your eyes scanning over the words printed on the back of it.

My love, I’m wishing you the happiest of birthdays. May the light guide your loneliness in your future adventures.

Yours, Bucky

What the absolute fuck did that mean? Your eyebrows furrow as you re-read it over and over and it still does not make any sense in your mind. Was he seriously hinting of a breakup with you? On your birthday of all days?!

Tossing the card on the kitchen counter, you take a step back and rub your temples. Tears were pooling in your eyes with the fear of what it meant.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” Bucky asked from behind you. The first three words he has spoken since your fight and his voice sounds almost foreign to you now. “Did you not like my flowers?” His voice was deep and raspy, as though he just woken up from his nap. You sensed some guilt there too.

“They are nice.” You breathed, keeping your eyes closed as your heart raced. This was truly the shittiest of birthdays you’ve ever had.

“Y/N.” You could feel his body heat in front of you, his footsteps were silent thanks to his experience as an assassin. His large hands wrapped around your wrists and pulled them away from your face. Tears slid down your cheeks and you averted your gaze everywhere but on him.

“Are you breaking up with me?” The words rolled off your tongue before you could swallow them down. Might as well give the shitty day a high five and get it over with.

For a moment, Bucky looks stunned. It’s quickly replaced with confusion as his brows knit together. “Of course not! We’re adults here, I know we can and will fix it. It was just a stupid little fig-”

“Then why word the note the way you did? What the fuck does it even mean? You make it sound like I’m going into my future alone without you. And today of all days, Bucky! It’s my fucking birthday and I can’t believe you’d do this!”

The crease between his eyebrows deepens and now he’s more confused by what you meant. “What note are you talking about, doll?”

You refrain from rolling your eyes, the leftover anger from your fight and frustration of the week of silent treatment coming to the surface. You stepped around his large frame and almost punched the card into his chest.

He read over the note and you took mental notes of his expressions. Confusion that was replaced by anger. His nostrils flared as he ripped the card up and threw the pieces on the floor.

“I didn’t write that. That’s not even close to what I told the girl to write.” He scoffed and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What do you mean?”

“The girl at the flower shop has this weird crush on me. I told her what I wanted the writing to say and that was not it and clearly she fucked it up deliberately.”

You looked at each other and soon it became a staring contest. A small smile fighting its way to your lips and you shift under his intense gaze.

“Y/N.” He whispered, stepping closer. “I promise baby, I’m not breaking up with you. I wouldn’t even dream of it. I know we haven’t talked this past week and believe me, it killed me. I had to keep fighting the urge to curl into you at night and wrap you in my arms. I’m so sorry for my moods and I promise I’ll get my shit together. And believe me, that girl who sabotaged that note will not get away with it.”

This time a smile did find its way to your lips. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. He planted a kiss on top of your head and held you close, as though he was afraid you’d turn to dust.

“I love you. So fucking much.” He sighed. His breath fanning against your hair as he spoke.

“I love you too.” You craned your neck upwards and smiled. He kissed the tip of your nose and darted his tongue out to lick his dry lips.

“I’ve missed you.” You whispered. Your chin resting against this broad chest. A goofy grin appears on his face and you already know the next words that will leave his lips.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you. I have a lot of making up to do. But since I didn’t give you your special birthday gift this morning, how about I give it to you now?”

“You better make sure it’s extra special.”

“Extra special for my special girl, coming right up.” He scooped you up into his arms and carried you straight into the bedroom.

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callmemythicalminx · 3 years

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❄️13th of December❄️

❄️Skatin’ With You ~ Sam Trapani x Reader ❄️

Fandom: Mafia Definitive Edition

Warnings: Just fluff, lots of fluff.

Summary: Somehow, you’ve actually persuaded Sam to go ice skating with you.

A/N: I kinda copied the idea for this from a fic I did from my last Advent Calendar, but nevertheless, it’s very cute and very fluffy. So please enjoy!

Dedicated to: @kaiiiiiiparkerismyhusband @lolita-wolfson @xxsamanthaxx @kneelingforvillains @loutino20 @levitate-gengar @dorothynerding @blackbladevika @my-blog-for-me @rammstein-obsession @octorebel @demonsouthere @mayday1284

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“I’m not doing it.”

You sigh again. “Sam, trust me it’s fine. The ice is hard as a rock right now, it’s not gonna crack.” You hopelessly try to persuade your husband, but he just continues glaring at the frozen lake, willing it to just disappear. As you finish putting on your skates, you huff “We’ve come all this way. Especially this early in the morning too. Don’t let it go to waste.” You give him your best puppy dog eyes but he just stares back at you with an eyebrow raised. God damn your stubborn husband!

Now that it’s December and Christmas is near, you’ve been trying to persuade Sam to do some more activities to celebrate the season. Never one for the jolly period, this year you wanted him to at least feel a little festive after the stress of the gang war earlier in the year.

Most of them he’d agreed to as they’ve involved only you and no one else. Your husband only had so much patience for people and when it ran out, he was grouchier than the grinch. When you suggested some romantic, early mourning ice skating together, he’d immediately said no, denouncing it as dangerous and silly straightaway. Whether he actually believed that or just didn’t want to humiliate himself by slipping on the ice you didn’t know. But what you did know however was that with a little persuasion and a few kisses, you were able to change his mind.

And technically, you did- at least until he saw the ice and said no again. Leading to where you are now.

“Sam, honey, there’s been people skating here for the past few weeks, ever since it froze. It’s perfectly safe, people do this every year.”

Still, he doesn’t budge. “It’s too risky doll. ”

You sigh, rising from your knees and facing him, reaching your hands up to hold his face. “Nothing is going to happen to me Sam, not when you're here with me. Trust me, nothing is going to happen.” He breathes deeply, pursing his lips and you gaze up at him, leaning up to pepper some kisses on slightly stubbled jaw. He throws his head back, groaning in defeat as his hand leans up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his fingertips.

“Fine. But I’m goin’ first, just to make sure it’s safe.”

You jump away from his arms in victory, giggling excitedly. He huffs in annoyance as he begrudgingly slips on his skates and edges towards the ice, but you catch the warm look in his eyes and the small smile he’s trying to hide. He’s hesitant as he places one foot forward and you wonder if he’s ever even done this before.

“You do know what you’re doin’, don’t ya honey?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s just a bit slip-”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as he gets both his feet on the ice, immediately starting to slip. He actually lets out a yelp as he loses balance, falling backwards onto his ass. You can’t help the laughter that bursts out your chest, crying harder when he glares at you over his shoulder. He rolls his eyes, lying back on the ice fully with a thud.

You’ve never seen him look this silly before and it has you wheezing, the sight of him like this so foreign. You hear him grumble “Fuckin’ ice.” as you bend over, clutching your stomach.

“Can you please come and help me?”

Wiping a tear away, you nod and make your way over to him, skating elegantly to where he lies. You reach your hands down and he grabs them, heaving himself up from the cold ice. Quickly however, he begins to slip again but before he can fall once more, you wrap your arms around his chest, keeping him upright.

“You don’t know how to skate, do you honey?” Sam avoids your eyes as you look up at him, a long breath coming out his nose. His face suddenly fills with sadness, an emotion you swiftly want to rid him off. You curl your hand around his cheek, pulling his face back round to yours. You nuzzle his nose with your own, before kissing him gently. He sinks into you, his arms wrapping around you tightly. When you separate, you whisper to him “Is this why you didn’t want to come?”

He sighs, his warm breathing brushing against your face “I’m sorry doll. I ain’t… I’ve never… Skatin’ wasn’t really somethin’ I got to do as a kid.”

You give him another sweet kiss before replying “It’s okay. You can still learn, I’ll teach you. Ya just gotta trust me.” He nods, looking down at you with a warmth, one that makes your heart flutter in your chest. All these years with him and one look can still have you weak at the knees.

You feel like sighing in pleasure when he whispers with that raspy voice of his “Lead the way.”

At first, you just try teaching him the basics, holding his hand as you try walking gently across the ice. Of course he falls down a few more times, pulling you down with him. He’s embarrassed about it first, but when he sees you so happy he suddenly doesn’t care about looking stupid anymore. When he keeps falling and pulling you with him, eventually he starts laughing too, pulling you close and sneaking in kisses as you smile against one another.

It turns out, your husband is a quick learner. As time passes, he actually starts to get the knack of it. Quickly enough, you’re both slowly gliding across the frozen lake, still staying close to each other with your hands connected. You can see just by looking at the small smile on Sam’s face that he is enjoying it now. It makes him relax for a moment, allowing him to forget about all his worries and the work he has to do. It’s just him and you, alone, the sounds of nature and the slice of your blades through the ice, the accompanying soundtrack to your time together.

Sam sits at the edge of the lake a little while later, taking a much needed smoking break. He watches you as you twirl and jump amidst the falling snow. While it was fun for him to be near you skating, he can’t help but admit to himself that he’s enjoying it more just looking at you. He can see the joy and excitement in your face as you complete a turn, the sound of your laughter like music to his ears. You haven’t stopped smiling since you stepped onto the ice. Though he was persistent about not doing it in the first place, he’s glad he changed his mind now just because he gets to see you happy.

Sam missed you this year. He did see you everyday during the war, but never for long. The most time you got together was when you both collapsed into bed at the end of the day, immediately falling asleep. Thanks to Sam’s job as a Capo and your commitments to helping the Don with the account books, it’d been a miserable time for the both of you. It was especially hard for Sam.

After having your sweet kisses and caresses everyday since you officially became a couple, he utterly missed the feeling of you in his arms. He missed your laugh, the sound of your voice when you were excited or happy. As cheesy as it sounds, you were like an angel to him, keeping his demons at bay. With you, he was able to leave all his stress about work at the door of your home, giving him the break he needed from such a strenuous job. When the war was finally over, he vowed that he’d make up all the lost time between you. It’s why he agreed to all these Christmas activities with you, wanting to see you happy while he spent time with you after so long apart.

When you come skating over to him, jumping into his arms to press a thankful kiss against his lips, he forgets about everything around him. All the matters is you in his arms, happy and full of his love for you. It was worth all the activities he had to do - even if his ass was sore from falling so many times.

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