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winterfluffs · 3 years

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Santa Isn’t Real.....Right?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: Someone has told your daughter that Santa isn’t real. Your husband is not too pleased.

Warnings: Mostly fluff. A couple of swear words. Tiiiiiiiniest bit of implied smut.

Word count: 2.4k

Author’s notes: Thank you all so much to the people who have liked or reblogged the first story that was posted (I have now figured out how to make a cut!). It really means a lot! This drabble, one-shot - whatever you’d like to call it was so much fun to write; just in time for Christmas! I hope you all like it as well. Also, it is a LONG one.

Merry Christmas, everyone! Happy Holidays!

(* “Honey, go to bed.”)

“Who told my kid that Santa isn’t real?!” A voice boomed through the halls, heavy footsteps quickly stomping through the quiet compound.

“Shit. Hide.” Clint Barton's eyes widened as he looked around at the people spread out in the living room. The heavy footsteps came quicker causing everyone in the room to run back to their rooms fear of what was going to happen.

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“Daddy!” A tiny teary voice cried out from the hallway.

Bucky Barnes groggily opened his eyes, his ears immediately picking up on the soft crying. “Whsm?” He grumbled before sitting up and rubbing at his tired eyes. It was only 2 A.M. and he had just gotten to sleep an hour and a half ago.

“Buck?” He felt you stir, your hand reaching out to pull his body back to yours.

“Daddy.” The soft crying was closer, coming from the doorway of yours and his bedroom.

“Belley?” you mumbled sitting up next to Bucky. A yawn escaped both your lips as your sniffling four-year-old daughter crawled up the bed. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

“Daddy.” Isabelle looked at her father with tear filled blue eyes, her bottom lip quivering as Bucky wrapped his arms around her.

“It’s okay, baby. Daddy’s here.” He cooed sweetly in her ear his vibranium hand making slow comforting circles on her back.

You watched as Bucky whispered sweet words in your daughter’s ear in an attempt to calm her down from whatever had shaken her; your heart ready to burst with love at the sight.

“Belley, tell daddy what’s wrong.” He cradled her close, rocking her in a comforting sway.

“Santa isn’t real!” the little girl sobbed, her tiny hands wrapping around her father’s neck while she cried into his chest.

Bucky's jaw clenched as he looked at you with slight worry. James Barnes had always been beautiful to you; but right now, seeing his jaw clench and already knowing what was going through his mind, he was breathtaking. He was in protector mode – a way he had always been with you but became even more fierce when your daughter was born. The day he found out you were pregnant he swore no one would ever hurt his little girl. Ever. And if someone did, he would make them pay.

“Baby, what do you mean Santa isn’t real? Of course Santa is real.” You joined your other half in trying to soothe your daughter’s tears.

“No! Santa isn’t real!” she spat back at you before clinging back onto her father.

Your mind went back to the day you both found out you were expecting. Bucky knew, without a doubt, the baby would be a girl; his princess, a complete daddy’s girl, the spitting image of the dark-haired, blue-eyed man that had stolen your heart.

And she was.

From the moment Isabelle Marie Barnes made her entrance in this world she had her father wrapped around her little fingers. Everything Bucky did was for you and your little miracle. All the late nights staying up to finish a report, the even later nights spent training, his reluctance to do missions that would take him away from home for too long – it all was for you and your baby.

Bucky refused to be a dad that wouldn’t be there for his child, and to yours and Bucky's surprise, the rest of the team had agreed as well. Steve and Tony especially.

You blinked away the tears that were forming in your eyes, shaking off the sudden emotions to hormonal changes due to your being six-and-a-half-months pregnant with your second child.

“Baby, you need to tell me what happened.” Bucky’s jaw twitched again. You saw the anger forming in his eyes and placed a loving hand on his arm, squeezing it slightly. He looked at you, his resolve coming undone as he met your gaze. “Honey, Santa is very real. How else do you think you get presents on Christmas Eve?” he spoke quietly, deep blue eyes looking into even deeper bluer eyes.

Isabelle stayed quiet yet looked between you and her dad. “Sweetheart, did you have a bad dream?” you moved her long tangled dark hair away from her face. She looked so much like her father your heart ached.

Isabelle shook her head pouting while doing so.

“It’s okay, baby. You can tell mommy and daddy what happened. We won’t get mad.” You smiled at her yet gave your husband a stern look. The super soldier rolled his eyes then kissed your little girl’s hair, his head resting on top of hers. “Right, daddy?”

Bucky shot you a look then sighed heavily. “Mommy and daddy won’t get mad, sweetheart. We promise.”

Feeling slightly better at your admission, Isabelle sat down on her father’s lap, her tiny fingers running along Bucky’s vibranium arm. “I was in my room when I heard a noise.”

“Honey, that was just daddy going to bed.” Bucky let out a loud laugh, the tension instantly gone from his face.

“Daddy, let me finish.” She looked back at him with a stern look. The same look you always gave him whenever he was teetering the thin line between being stupid and wanting to sleep on the couch.

“Sorry.” You both hid a smile; you still in awe at how formal your child was at the age of four. Maybe it was the enhanced serum in her veins, or maybe it was just your thickheaded stubbornness, but your daughter was an absolute force to reckon with. So much so that she even gave Black Widow a run for her money.

“I heard a noise and went out to see what it was.” She sniffed, her head resting against Bucky’s chest.

“Honey, you know you should have been in bed.” You sighed suddenly feeling exhausted.

“Mommy. You promised.” Her dark blue eyes landed on you.

“Yeah, mommy.” Bucky smirked giving you a playful look. You rolled your eyes yet couldn’t help but smile as well.

“I went out in the living room and saw someone taking presents from the tree! I asked if he was Santa and the man said that Santa wasn’t real.” Isabelle’s bottom lip quivered causing your heart to ache.

Bucky’s face had gone hard. The twitch in his jaw told you everything you needed to know.

“Honey, Santa is most definitely real. Right, daddy?” you urged your husband to smile, pleading with him not to say anything.

“Yeah, baby. Santa’s real.” He spoke lowly, his eyes focusing on the open door.

“How do you know, daddy?” Isabelle looked up hope filling her pretty eyes.

“Oh, I never told you before?” he snapped out of his trance and looked down at his daughter.

“No! Tell me what! Daddy!” she bounced in his lap; her previous worries quickly turned into curiosity.

“I’m going to tell you but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone.” He whispered.

“Not even mommy?” her eyes widened.

“Mommy already knows.” He gave you a smile as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“What I’m about to tell you is very important. You have to promise me you won’t tell a single word to anyone.”

“Not Uncle Steve?”

“Not Uncle Steve.”

“Not even Aunt Tasha?!”

“Not even Aunt Natasha.”

Isabelle looked up to face her father, the look of awe and wonder etched on her brow made Bucky almost break. He loved nothing more in his life than you, your daughter, and the little one growing inside of you; his heart clenched at the thought of any of you ever being unhappy.

“Okay, daddy.” Isabelle nodded her head seriously.

Your husband kissed you on the top of your head with a smile before turning back to your daughter. “I know Santa is real because I’ve seen him myself.” He whispered causing Isabelle to gasp out loud.

“You…..ve seen Santa.” She whispered, her little mind spinning with the newly found news.

“Sure have. One Christmas Eve I was coming home late from work, even later than it is right now, and when I opened the door, there was a big man in a red suit with a long white beard. He had the biggest sack of presents I have ever seen. I tried to sneak away but he caught me.” Bucky’s eyes widened to match his daughter’s, her little body clinging to his every word.

“What happened next?”

“He looked at me and said, ‘James Barnes, I know what you seek in life, what you have always sought out. By midday today you will have found what you are looking for.’ And then with a smile and a wink, he flew up the chimney.”

“Wowwwwww!” Isabelle gaped in disbelief. Her daddy! And Santa Claus! Clearly Santa was real because daddy knew everything and she also knew that daddy would never lie to her. Of course Santa was real! There was just one thing still bothering her. “Dad, what did Santa mean when he said all that weird stuff to you?”

“He meant that I would find mommy. He gave me your mommy. And then he gave me you. My best girls.”

You looked up to find him beaming at the both of you. Your heart burst with love for him and your little family. Your one true love and happiness.

“I think it’s time we all get back to bed. We don’t want to miss Santa!” You gasped suddenly. “I think I hear footprints on the roof!”

“Oh no, mommy!” your little one gasped and flew off the bed racing down the hall to her bedroom.

“I love you, Barnes. Thank you for always taking such good care of us.” You whispered your eyes meeting your husband’s.

“I love you, doll. More than you both will ever know.” He smiled and kissed you gently. “Let’s go make sure she’s actually in bed.” He laughed while wrapping his arm around your waist and hugging you close as you walked to your daughter’s room.

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“Night, munchkin. Olive you.” Bucky kissed his daughter’s forehead then pulled away with a smile.

“Olive you, daddy.” Isabelle giggled while hugging her favorite stuffed animal to her.

“Tuck the little one in and I’ll meet you back in bed. I have something to finish first but I’ll meet you straight back there.”

“Babe, you aren’t going to do something stupid.” You gave him a look. That same look your four-year-old gave him just a little while ago. When your husband refused to meet your eye, you tried again. “James.” His cool blue eyes stared back into yours, a hint of threat still clouding his vision as he quietly cursed himself for inability to hide his emotions from you. “Baby, please.”

Bucky sighed then nodded. He hated to love when you used his first name to get him to calm down. No one else had that power over him, and there was absolutely NO ONE else allowed to call him by his first name other than you. And maybe Santa, if Isabelle was asking.

“Thank you.” You mouthed before turning to your little one. “Night, baby.” You kissed your daughter’s head with a tired smile. It was just past 3 A.M. and you wanted nothing more than to slip back into your warm bed, your arms around your husband as the both of you drifted off to sleep. “I love you, kiddo. Get some sleep.”

“I love you. Night, mommy.” She yawned sleepily. You quietly shut the door and went to turn back to your bedroom. You were halfway down the hall when you knew something wasn’t right. And then you heard the yelling. You swore under your breath and ran to the main living room, hoping you would be able to stop your husband before it was too late.

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“Who told my kid that Santa isn’t real?!” Bucky Barnes’s deep voice boomed through the quiet compound, his footsteps heavy and quick.

“Shit, shit, shit!” Clint swore as he tripped over himself as he tried to reach his room before he was caught.

“If I find out –“ Bucky stopped himself mid-sentence his eyes sweeping over every inch of the room. “Barton, if it was you - so help me God! You had better run for your life!”

“Bucky! *Дорогая, иди спать. [ Dorogaya, idti spat’].”

Bucky turned to face the voice that had just spoken out. A surprised look overtook him for a moment before he started to laugh. “Since when do you know Russian?” he smiled and walked over to you, his previous mission already forgotten as he slipped his arms around your waist.

“Since I married a really sexy Russian Sergeant. Had to know all those dirty words he was moaning in bed.”

“I’m from New York.” He moaned against your lips, pulling your body closer his striking blue eyes staring into your own.

“Still moan dirty Russian things in bed.” You smile and bring your lips to his. Bucky held you there loving the feeling of how close you two are. “I love you, Sergeant Barnes.”

“I love you, Mrs. Barnes.” He smiled while hugging you close. “Let’s get to bed. Don’t want to be awake for when Santa comes.”

“I’ll be right there.” You kissed your husband and patted his butt with a smile as he walked off. You went around turning out the lights stopping at the beautifully lit tree when you heard a door creak.

“He’s gone, Barton. You can come out now.” You called out into the darkness with a laugh. “You owe me.”

“Oh, I’m not Clint, Mrs. Barnes,” a voice replied with a chuckle in their voice. “But I am sure he will still say thank you anyway.” The voice chuckled again; this time louder, deeper causing your eyes to widen.

You hurried down the hall, trying your best to keep quiet until you reached your room.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Bucky sleepily looked at you as you ran into the room and dashed under the covers.

“I think Santa is in our living room.” You whispered into the dark. You felt your husband chuckle, his body warm and inviting as he pulled you in closer.

“Get some sleep. It’s been a long day and our little one will have us up in only a few hours.” He yawned cuddling into your body.

‘Maybe I am going crazy.’ You shook your head with a smile as your eyes slowly began to close. Just before you drifted off you whispered a goodnight to Santa almost feeling silly to be saying the words out loud.

Just then you heard a woosh and with a small chuckle a voice said, “To all a good night!”

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes drabble #Bucky Barnes one shot #Christmas Eve Eve #WinterFluffs #Bucky Barnes #Daddy Bucky #Kids are so cute #Especially at Christmas #Santa Isn't Real #Right?#James Buchanan Barnes #Christmas prompt

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aboutmikasa · 5 years

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Shiganshina Trio Commission the adorable @sookashira made for me and my need of ignoring the recent canon events. They’re the cutest. Please do not repost here or any other platform.

AU where everyone is happy and they grow up to be best friends. This is a nice day at the Ackermans house; Mrs and Mr. Ackerman love to celebrate winter festivities with the other Ackermans (Kenny is the best nanny ever), the Arlerts (gramps is always telling stories), and the Jaegers (little Zeke comes when he’s not with his mom and loves to annoy his baby brother).

#mikasa ackerman #armin arlert #eren jaeger #shiganshina trio #arumika #eren is always hungry and if you take his pacifier hell will rise #baby mikasa #sookashira #art commissions #fluffmas and winterfluff

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gaybystarlight · 5 years

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WW2018 Winterfluffevent: Day 1

(First snowfall)

#ww2018winterfluffevent #hackle #ada cackle #hecate hardbroom #tww #twwfluff #twwfanfiction #fluff #fanfiction #winterfluff #the worst witch

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spinnytheangoracat · 2 years

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There is beauty in simplicity 💕 December 1st post: It's always beautiful to see the shades of autumn, orange and yellow, slowly turning into widespread silky snow December in our words: Royal Fluff is coming😽 Snuggles and cuddles😻 Long and cool nights❤ Snacking 😋 Sniffing the chilly wind💕 Cold paws 🐾 + Wet boops😹 ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ DESCRIBE YOUR 2021 IN 3 WORDS ⬇⬇⬇ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ #angoracatspinny #spinnythecat #turkishangoracat #whitecatsofinstagram #winterwonderland #winterfluff #catportrait #pawtrait (at Winter Wonderland) https://www.instagram.com/spinny.the.cat/p/CXF7fZBKiDM/?utm_medium=tumblr

#angoracatspinny #spinnythecat #turkishangoracat #whitecatsofinstagram #winterwonderland #winterfluff #catportrait #pawtrait

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ashannabri · 4 years

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While the sun is out... let me shine just a lil bit in my #athleisure 📸📸📸 W/ My Boy @mattjongphoto . . . #MellowYellow #Quickshoot #natural #naturallight #photoshoot #outdoor #nature #fitness #thickthighssavelives #fitness #bananaclip #curls #blonde #fitthick #thick #winterfluff #fine #sports #activewear #Ashanabri https://www.instagram.com/p/B8ICjt1pug4/?igshid=128a3mb18jnqf

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artsyyoyo · 3 years

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Winterfluff~

#Artsyyoyo #Welcome to the Monster Coffeeshop #Lily the Fairy #Sam the Vampire #my ocs #ocs #Oc

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raccoonfallsharder · 4 months

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⋆꙳•❅‧ traditions. ‧❅•꙳⋆ [new 12/19]

winterfluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 3,368.

every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. see below for context/warnings.

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The first time it had happened, you had been so frightened that you’d almost contacted Pete. Shivering and shaking like you’d been left in a snowdrift, you’d picked up the comm that Rocket had left you — just in case, he’d said grouchily, just in case you ever need to get a hold of us — and your finger had hovered an inch over the button that would hail Star-Lord and the Guardians of the Galaxy. And then, out of nowhere — saving you, really, because Pete would never have let Rocket live it down, and Rocket might have murdered you in fair exchange — the thought had occurred to you. Do raccoons hibernate?

⋆꙳•‧❅‧ read more on ao3 ‧❅•꙳⋆

mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet.

from ⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆ borealis ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆a 2023 winter collection

if you'd like to join my taglist, please let me know via comment or reblog ♡

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louretta-fr · 3 years

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Tinus in winterfluff. We have an appointment with the groomer in 12 days. He really needs it!

#not fr #tinus #personal

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winterfluffs · 3 years

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A Chance Meeting

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Summary: All he wanted was a night alone but fate had other plans

Warnings: Fluff. Major fluff.

Word count: 1.9k

Author's notes: I have finally finished something! This has been a very long time coming, so I am super nervous and excited, even a little afraid as no one else has read a thing I've written in 7 years. Maybe longer. Hopefully this isn't too bad! Also, apologies for any improper punctuation. And also for not knowing how to do an undercut as this is kind of long. I'm still new with posting/using the app on my phone.

Bucky Barnes slid on his coat, placed a hat on his head and as quietly as possible, slipped out the front door into the frigid December night air.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy: he had his best friend, close friends who saw him for who he was and not what he was or what he had done, a nice warm place to stay, food in his stomach. Hell, he was an Avenger for Pete's sake. He had come so far from his time in the war, the time where he was brainwashed to be an evil assassin – he knew he should be grateful, and he was – there was just still something missing. How can one man have so much and it be like nothing at all?

The thoughts ran through his mind as he walked through the dark streets; the snow that had started light only minutes ago was now coming down heavier and faster. He had no idea of what time it was, nor did he care. He just had to get out. Clear his head. Maybe force his body to get some sleep after some much-needed fresh air.

Even though he hadn’t been a Russian assassin since Steve Rogers had found him and helped him get back his memory, he still had awful nightmares. Terrors that lasted long through the night and well into the next day. Some so bad they shook him for days on end resulting in him not being able to sleep.

Which was why it was in the middle of the night on December 24th and he was in the middle of the town square staring at the giant Christmas tree in an effort to shake the bad thoughts that crept through his mind.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” a quiet voice came from beside him. Bucky had no will or want to talk to anyone. Especially at whatever ridiculous hour it had been.

Bucky gave the person a slight nod wanting nothing more to be left alone.

That was a downfall of being an Avenger. People always knew who you were, wherever you went, always knew where you’d be, and had always wanted something of you. He loved attention back when he was a kid, even thrived off it, but now that he was older, colder he loved to be left alone.

“I’m so sorry, but – “

“Here it comes.” Bucky thought and turned to the person, ready to put on his act.

“– do you know where this is?” the woman pointed to a map she had out in front of her. “This street, that is.” She shook her head while looking at the map, heavy snowflakes resting in her hair.

“Oh.” He blinked and gave her a curious look. He waited a few more seconds for her to ask him if he was the Winter Soldier, if she could get a date with the Captain America, or have drinks with the Iron Man. When none of those questions came, he was stunned.

The woman was so focused on her map that she had temporarily forgotten about the man standing next to her. Bucky coughed to get her attention. “I am really sorry. I know it is late, it is super cold, and you’re a stranger who probably doesn’t want to be bothered. It’s just I was supposed to be at my parents’ house hours ago. My cab left me stranded on the side of the road when he couldn’t find my house, it started to snow, the streets have been completely empty, and you are the first person I found to ask for directions.”

God she was beautiful Bucky thought to himself while trying to concentrate on her words. His eyes wandered over the women. Long dark hair framed her face perfectly, her cheeks and nose rosy from the cold, her eyes warm and inviting. His stomach tied in knots as she looked at him helplessly.

“This is turning into a really awful Christmas.” She sighed heavily packing the map back into her bag. “I am so, so sorry to have bothered you, sir. Merry Christmas.” She smiled at him within a troubled glance then began to walk away.

“Do, uh, d-do you like hot chocolate?” Bucky stammered calling out to her back. He kicked himself for being so awkward, so troubled that he doubted himself in his ability to communicate with people.

“Sorry?” the woman turned around unsure if she heard him correctly.

“Hot chocolate. It is freezing out here and from the sound of it, you’ve been walking around out here for a pretty long time. Would you…want to go get a hot chocolate? Warm up a little?”

“It’s 12:45 in the morning.”

“I know a great little diner that’s open 24 hours. Best hot cocoa in the surrounding area.”

She smiled thankfully unsure as to why she couldn’t get enough of the quiet dark-haired man. “I would absolutely love a hot chocolate. Possibly some pancakes, too.”

“I don’t know about pancakes, but they have the best French toast I have ever had.” Bucky smiled as he made his way over to her, needing more time with her.

“Even better.”

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“Oh my God you weren’t kidding!” she moaned as she let the melted cinnamony, buttery, eggy goodness slide down her throat. Bucky laughed as she took another bit, moaning louder as she chewed. “These are to DIE for.”

Bucky smiled as he watched her eat, a calmness coming over him that he hadn’t felt in an exceedingly long time. Like he was supposed to be here. With her. Like tonight wasn’t just a chance meeting between two strangers. He thanked his lucky stars that she didn’t take him for a dangerous person, even though deep down he knew differently.

“Thank you.” She looked at him her eyes locking onto his. “For all of this. My parents and siblings only just moved here a few months ago and this is my first time to visit. Mom thought she gave good directions but….” She pointed around in reference to her being lost in a diner with a random stranger at some crazy time in the morning. “Anyway, I really appreciate it.”

“Glad to be of service.” He laughed, his eyes crinkling on the sides. Bucky couldn’t remember a time when he felt this relaxed, this calm, this happy. He and mystery woman spent over two hours in the diner talking; about anything, everything, and nothing at all. He was happy to be in her presence, to make her laugh, to make her forget her worries for a little. It was only then that Bucky realized she did the same for him, too.

Since he laid eyes on this woman, he felt lighter; forgetting his troubles, forgetting the reason why he was awake at 2:45 A.M. on Christmas morning instead of asleep in his bed. She made him laugh. Laugh like he hadn’t laughed since the 40's, before the war, before the training, before the brainwashing, before the fighting, before the blood.

And he felt free.

He didn’t have to be Steve Rogers’s best friend, he didn’t have to be the Winter Soldier, he didn’t have to be an Avenger, he didn’t have to put up a wall he did when people got too close.

He was just James Barnes. It was a feeling he never wanted to forget.

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“Do you want me to call a taxi for you?” Bucky looked around. The snow was coming even faster now, a good four or five inches already on the ground with no looks of stopping any time soon.

“No…I’ll have to think of something.” She shrugged. “Can’t be too far off, right?”

“I know this is going to sound really crazy but hear me out: I live right around the corner. You could stay a little, warm up and dry off in front of the fire, maybe have some more hot cocoa, hot tea if you’d prefer. And if you’d like, once you’re ready, I can drive you to your parents’ house. Or call you a cab.”

“I don’t even know your name.” she laughed blushing slightly. Or maybe it was the cold. What Bucky knew was that it made her even more adorable than she already was.

“I go by Bucky…. but my first name is James.”

“James…” she smiled taking his hand in hers. “[name].”

“Now that we officially know each other, what do ya say?” God he would do anything to spend more time with her, to know her inside and out. To spend the rest of his life making her happy, knowing he was the reason behind her bright smile.

“Fine. But only because I am still frozen solid and would love another cup of something hot.” She smiled that bright smile again. The smile that Bucky couldn’t get enough of. The bright smile that was now aimed at him. He was the reason for that smile. The thought made Bucky’s stomach turn and his chest tighten; the need of wanting and not knowing of what could be lingered in the air.

“Bucky, I want to thank you.” He froze at the mention of his name, the sound going straight to his heart.

“If you hadn’t stop to help….” She trailed off with a distant look in her eye. Bucky pulled her in for a hug feeling her sigh into his embrace. He moved the hair from her face, him finding himself lost yet again in her eyes.

Without thinking, Bucky gently placed his lips on hers smiling into the kiss when she instantly kissed him back.

“Don’t think either of us thought this is how our Christmas would start.” She laughed making Bucky laugh as well.

“No. But I know I am definitely not complaining.” His eyes crinkled when he laughed, something [name] found adorable and charming; she knew she was teetering on dangerous territory, yet she couldn’t get enough. Didn’t ever want to get enough.

He pulled her in closer, his lips hovering above hers. “This might be way too soon, but I think I’m falling really hard for you.”

“Funny you should say that – I was just thinking the same thing.”

Bucky’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest.

Having gone from being utterly miserable to meeting the woman of his dreams in one night was a story that no one would believe. He wouldn’t even believe it if someone had said it to him. Yet, as he and [name] stood together in the falling snow, [name] happily in his arms, kissing him like he had never been kissed before, Bucky couldn’t get enough. For the first time in his life, he didn’t want to fight off the pure happiness he felt.

“Let’s get out of here before we freeze to death.” He gave her a crooked smile and held her tightly as they walked the short distance to his house.

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“Still cold?”

[Name] nodded her head, scooting over into Bucky’s embrace when he motioned for her to come closer. She sighed at the warmth of his body really relaxing for the first time since her trip began. She knew she was crazy being in a stranger’s home, cuddled up in front of a fire with a man she barely knew. Her mom would surely go crazy if she ever found out. Yet, she didn’t care.

All that mattered was her and him.

Together.

And that’s the way she hoped it would be.

Forever.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes #James Buchanan Barnes #WinterFluffs #Christmas prompt #A Chance Meeting #Please don't let this suck #Bucky Barnes drabble

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yellowhippielovechild · 7 years

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Almond Milk 🌰 | #gains #winterfluff #progress #awkward #lightskinned #tatted #vibratehigher #selflove #namaste

#lightskinned #gains #selflove #awkward #winterfluff #vibratehigher #progress #namaste #tatted

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room-on-broom · 5 years

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Are your writing or drawing anything for the lemonfest?

Im still playingcatch up for hacklesummer,cassdayand winterfluff nothing planned other then read review and reblog everyone else’s work anon, sorry

#twwvalentinelemonfest #Anonymous #the worst witch

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raccoonfallsharder · 5 months

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Hey there! This is hickey anon. Firstly I want to say I hope you're doing well, that I'm thoroughly enjoying Windows Across the Galaxy - and I was the one who sent the ask about Jolie and the Holiday Special. What you wrote was GREAT, so thank you. 😊 Secondly, I just wanted to ask you: how do you think Rocket would be with an anxious reader or S/O? Truthfully I've been struggling a LOT with anxiety, self-doubt and panic attacks as of late, and it hasn't been fun. This doesn't have to be anything big or specific (I don't want to make you write too much!), just like, your headcanon or your two cents.

hickey-nonnie! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ thank you for the ask that inspired that little bit of winterfluff. it was so much fun to write, and i am SO glad you enjoyed it. and - oof. i am also so sorry you having a rough time right now, little dove. i want only good things for you. i know (firsthand) that these thoughts & feelings can be so overwhelming and exhausting to live with. they take so much energy and can leave so little bandwidth to manage anything else as well as we wish we could.

i think rocket knows all that too - in great personal detail, as a matter of fact. by the time he knows you well enough to develop any kind of real relationship with you, you've almost certainly found him in a state of panic before. an intrusive memory or flashback, or the aftermath of a haunted dream. i imagine that maybe the first time, you'd gotten up to get a drink of water late at night - restless because you'd had this cranky new trashmouthed houseguest from outer space. you'd nearly jumped out of your skin when you'd seen the feral glow of crimson eyes, reflecting back at you like red coins in the darkness. rocket probably hadn't said anything - maybe hadn't been able to, you'd realized later - but it had only taken a dozen thudding heartbeats and ragged breaths to figure out who those eyes belonged to. you'd walked toward him slowly in the darkness, carefully. he'd probably been shivering, and trying not to show it.

i'm not sure what you would have done. maybe you would have gotten him some water, or made him some tea. brought out some extra blankets and sat with him, keeping your breath slow and even. i don't think rocket would have been able to acknowledge your presence when you were both still so new to each other - but he would have taken the tea.

and he would have remembered.

he would have carved it onto his goddamn heart, probably, because no-one has really been with him in the moment like that since counterearth. the guardians all mean well but let's face it, none of them are particularly good at offering comfort in cases like this. mantis is the most emotionally intelligent by far and she has all the nuance of a sledgehammer.

in any case, it opens a door, and rocket starts cracking jokes with you, teasing you, being obnoxious and real with you. and so, months later - when your own anxiety crests and swells and you are having a hard time remembering that you are good, that the world is hard, that you are doing the best you can with what you have in any given moment and that you deserve grace and compassion and kindness - in those moments, rocket reaches back into his memory and he pulls up every gift you've ever given him, and he pays it back as well as he can.

he's not the best at knowing how to provide comfort and support - though he is better at it than he thinks - but he knows he can try to do for you what you've done for him, because he's replayed it in his head a thousand times.

panic attacks have him sitting with you on the floor. you're not dying, sweetheart - it just feels like you are. he paces his breath so you can try to match it. when the shaking in your hands eases enough that he trusts you not to spill on yourself, he brings you a cup of tea - presses your hands around it so the warm glow of it licks against your palms and says, feel that, kid? focus on that. he has you breathe it in, makes you try to describe what it smells like.

he distracts you with your own senses, and it grounds you.

and of course he acts like it's not a big deal. don't get sappy, he tells you when you try to thank him later. an' i'll deny it if you say anything to quill.

he lets you talk when you want to, and lets you be quiet when you don't. he doesn't know what to say back - or maybe he does, but he won't try for fear of fucking up 'cause after all, he's got his own emotionalistic issues - but he listens when you say whatever's on your mind. when you tell him about your doubts, and your fears, and your self-recriminations. he probably hates that they exist - because he knows that you are kind, warm, friendly; he knows how you support the people around you, how caring you are to others. he knows you're smart - smarter than him, in some ways - and that you deserve everything good in the whole frickin' galaxy. and he hates that your doubts and anxieties haunt you like this.

but he just shares the space with you, and he tells you that it's okay that you don't believe in yourself right now, 'cause he believes in you enough for the both of you.

and he learns other tricks, too - things that have nothing to do with what you'd inadvertently taught him when you'd come to his side in the darkness so long ago. sometimes, when he can see your brain spiraling out like a frantic little galaxy, spinning itself faster and faster on its axis, he bullies you onto the nearest soft surface - so far that's included the sofa, an armchair, the bed, wherever; once, a soft pile of pillows he'd yanked onto the floor. and he just climbs himself right on top of you and sits or lays there: a perfectly warm triple-weighted blanket, anchoring you to whatever surface he's decided to put you on, forcing you into stillness and quiet for as long as he thinks you need. sometimes he pets your hair thoughtfully while the two of you sit or lay there - other times he purrs like a cat, luring you into drowsiness. you probably fall asleep at least half the time.

and it's not like he doesn't get anything out of it. after the first couple of times he'd done it, he starts to crave the closeness anyway, though he wouldn't tell you that. but he doesn't act like it's an inconvenience or a chore either.

it's just a thing he does to his help out his favorite terran.

it's just a thing he does because you take care of each other.

sweet hickey-nonnie ♡ please know i am rooting for you. i am wishing for healing and comfort for you, for quietness in your heart and mind, for stillness when you need it. for patience and kindness for yourself, and trust in yourself, and support from the people around you. ♡♡♡

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