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Cold Nights

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summery: You apartments heat is out and your freezing your ass off

Word Count: 1223

A/N: Okay so being a Canadian I like to think I’m used to the cold but every now and then I just want to be in someones arms so they can warm me up… and then I thought Bucky would be the perfect person for that and this cute stuff happened lol.

Warnings: none :)

Originally posted by sassybananaaa

You hated the winter. Alright … that’s not quite true you loved when you were warm inside under blankets with a hot drink in your hands, staring at the snow covered ground. That was beautiful. What wasn’t beautiful was that your Brooklyn apartment was currently freezing. Apparently the heater shut down while you were at work and wouldn’t be fixed until the next day, now the cold air from the outside filled the whole space and no matter how many blankets you got it was no help.  

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V-Day Grande (Long Imagine)

 Alright guys, I can’t wait any longer. I was going to post this on Friday, but I feel like another week is just too long. So, I hope I haven’t kept you all waiting for too long! I’ve been whipping up this quite “adorable” imagine, if I do say so myself. I hope you enjoy it! And, as always, I’d love to hear feedback,


“Tomorrow we will be talking about the Romanticism period, so bring a pencil-we’ll have lots of notes to write down.”

You’re in your first class of the day; English. You don’t mind having English this early in the morning because it has always been an easy A. But this year, your class is special. Why? Because (Y/C/N) is in it. 

You’re not even sure why you like him. There’s just something about him. Maybe it’s the way he walks- all straight and tall. Or, maybe its his maturity and consideration for school, unlike his friends. Whatever it is, all it takes is to see him in the same room as you and it feels like a thousand bricks just fell on you. Weird feeling, but lately you’ve been trying to get over him. It’s been about 6-7 months of the same thing: making eye contact, catching each other staring at one another, looking at each other in the hallway…and you’ve had enough. All this, and not once has he tried to talk to you. He doesn’t have a problem talking to anyone else, especially in class, but he won’t talk to you. At first, you began to question yourself. Maybe you weren’t pretty enough? Or maybe you just didn’t seem approachable? You told yourself to stop thinking like that, and to just try to move on. You convinced yourself that if he liked you, he’d make an effort. 

And you’ve been doing great. You barely even think about him anymore. But when Monday comes back around, and you find yourself walking the school in the morning with your friend, all it takes is to see him from across the hall and all of those bricks bury you right back into what you feel every time- a crush.

“Hey (Y/N), did we have Bio homework?” (G/C/M/N) asks you, snapping you from your thoughts about (Y/C/N) back into reality.

“Umm…no, I don’t think we did” you tell her, slinging your book bag on your shoulder and pushing in your chair, all while looking at (Y/C/N) from the corner of your eye. 

“Okay, good because I didn’t do anything last night” (G/C/M/N) laughs. (G/C/M/N) was a nice girl. A little while back she asked you who you liked, and you told her. Knowing she was trustworthy, you didn’t think twice about it. But still somehow, this conversation was a bit awkward for you.

“Oh! Don’t forget we’re going to be in the Computer Lab for the first half of class tomorrow!” (Y/T/N) says right before the bell rings.

You make your way to the door, and (Y/C/N) is right behind you. He’s so close that you can feel him towering over you. It takes all of the willpower you have to not turn around and hug him. 

You leave the room and start making your way to your next class, thinking about your schedule and his, and the fact that now you’re not going to see him until the end of the day.


“(Y/N), you with us here?” (Y/F/N) asks you as she peels the cheese off of the pizza she got from the cafe. Next to her is (Y/F/N), who is opening the lid to her daily salad meal for lunch.

“What? Oh, yeah. My bad.” you say, opening and closing apps on your phone to make it look like you weren’t just daydreaming about (Y/C/N).  You decide that you can’t avoid it anymore.

“So then I was like really confused, and I didn’t want to think that she told him but at this point it looks like she did. I’m so mad like this just ruined everything and- ugh! But still, she’s my friend so I guess I can’t be too hard on her. But even so! Like you can’t just go off and tell people who your friend likes! Like that is the most juvenile, immature, friendshi-”

“Guys. I need help.” you say, cutting (Y/F/N) off. She gives you a bit of an angry look, but then notices how sad your face is.

“Whats wrong?” (Y/F/N) says as she finishes her pizza.

“Well, I’m just so confused lately. (Y/C/N) keeps sending mixed signals and I don’t know much longer I can take it. One day, I catch him staring at me, or standing pretty damn close to me, and looking back after we pass each other in the halls. Then the next day, its like I don’t exist at all and he’s texting some girl with a heart next to her contact name!”

(Y/F/N) stops mid-pour of her salad dressing. 

“How do you know there is a heart next to their name? Oh my God, (Y/N) have you been looking at his phone?” she says.

You start to get defensive. “I can’t help it! He literally points his phone right in the direction of me, and I know for a fact that he knows I’m right behind him. Plus, I just can’t stand the fact of anyone else having him. I want him!” 

You start to get really upset, and your friends notice this.

“You just have to talk to him, (Y/N).”

“I know I do! But I swear every time I try to, its like I can’t. My brain stops working and I get afraid that my voice is going to crack. I should just give up, I probably never had a chance anyways.” you look across the cafeteria and see a couple holding hands, making you feel even worse.

“Well, maybe he feels the same way.” (Y/F/N) says.

You shake your head. “Doubtful. You should see how easily he can talk to all of the other girls in class. I’m pretty sure he just thinks I’m a weirdo or something.”

“Don’t say that. Just give it more time.” (Y/F/N) says. 

“Come on, I gotta throw out this cheese. Walk with me.”

You get up and walk with her to the trash area. As you get closer, you notice that one of the walls are pink. Now approaching the trash window, you have a clear view of the wall. 

“You have got to be kidding me!” 

“I think its cute” (Y/F/N) says, giving one of the cafe workers her tray.

“I think its disgusting.” you say.

(Y/F/N) looks at you and laughs. “Come on.”


“Alright guys, so just a review. You click on the Start, then File Explorer, my Computer, find your H: Drive, and that’s how you can save it to the computer. Okay, questions? None? Okay, grab your stuff and let’s head back to the room.”

You log off of your computer and get your stuff. Thinking about how you’re such a loner in this class, you almost run into the door on the way out.

“Woah, watch out!” (Y/C/N) says, as he reaches over your head and catches the door from behind you. 

How is he always behind me?’ you think.

You can feel your cheeks getting warm. 

“Thanks” you say, smiling at him.

“No problem. That could’ve sucked.” he laughed, now walking next to you.

“I know, right.” you say, still smiling like an idiot.

Stop smiling so much, you probably look crazy!’ you think, and instead press your lips together.

There’s an awkward silence between you two, and you’re trying to think of something to say.

“Aye yo (Y/C/N)! Come back here!” (Y/C/F/N) yells from behind you two.

You watch (Y/C/N) turn, and walk to them.

“Well, so much for that.” you say out loud, walking to your desk when you enter the room.

Sitting in your desk, you look up at the clock above the door to see how much longer this torture will last. Just as you look up, you see (Y/C/N) enter the room with his friends, and he’s staring right at you. As he gets closer to his desk, that is right in front of you, you notice that he’s holding eye contact with you. Before he turns around to sit, he looks at you and you see the corner of his mouth go to his cheekbone. It was the cutest, warmest, wholesome smirk you’ve ever seen and ever received. You couldn’t help but smile when he couldn’t see you anymore.

“Well, looks like we’re not going to have enough time to start the lesson today. You guys can just talk, work on other work, whatever. Just be quiet, please.” your teacher says.

Everyone puts their folders back in their book bags and you see iPhones pop out on every desk. Soon enough headphones begin to sling from pockets and clink onto desks. You figure that you should do the same since everyone else is. But first, you gotta pee!

“(Y/T/N)? May I use the bathroom?” you ask.

“Yeah, go ahead. Make sure you sign out.”

You get up and head to the desk next to the door. You notice that the bathroom sign out sheet was pretty full. It was an English class after all. You write down the time, and head out the door. Walking by other rooms, you can’t help but look in through the door windows. Everyone looks just as tired and bored as your class does. You kind of realize that you’re all in this together. You get to the bathroom and thankfully, no one is in there. Knowing that anyone could come in at any time, you move quickly. Flushing the toilet with your foot, and washing your hands with your own soap from your book bag that you bring every day, you decide to kill some time. You look at yourself in the mirror.

Damn, I look really good today! You think, as you tug here and there at your clothes and fix some fly hairs. Knowing you’ve been gone long enough, you start walking out of the bathroom. Your mouth is a bit dry, so you decide to stop at the water fountain. Holding your hair to the side so it doesn’t hang in the fountain, you begin to slurp some water from the arc that shoots out of the machine. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a tall figure coming out of the boys bathroom. Thinking its not really anyone you pay attention to, you keep drinking.

“Thirsty, huh?”

You lift your finger off of the button as fast as lightning.

Oh shit. You think to yourself.

Wiping your mouth with your finger, you look over and see that it’s (Y/C/N), even though you know his voice like you’ve heard it all of your life and didn’t need to look to know that it was him.

“Oh, uh yeah haha.” Too afraid to make eye contact with him in fear of your heart exploding, you look past his head at the wall.

“Me too, mind if I?” he gestures to where you are standing.

“Oh! Yea, go ahead. I was just heading back anyways.” you start walking away.

“Wait up!” he says, practically drooling water out of his mouth as he tries to keep you from leaving.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” he says, now wiping his mouth off.

“Okay..what is it?” you ask, hoping he’s going to pour out his heart and ask you out.

You notice his eyes dart behind you, and you look back too. You see a girl you know, and as she gets closer you notice that it is (Y/C/N)’s ex. She looks at you two from a distance, then goes into her classroom.

Turning back to him, you say “So…?”

“Oh! Yeah, um…how is your head?” he asks, now nervous even though he seem so comfortable a minute ago.

You laugh somewhat. “Well, considering you saved it from not getting bruised, I’d say pretty good.”

He shakes his head, as if he was saying ‘duh’ to himself.

“Haha yeah.”

Feeling slightly awkward, you decide you really should head back to class.

“We should probably get back.” you say, jutting your thumb over your shoulder, pointing in the direction of your room.

“Yeah, let’s go.” he says, glancing at the wall behind you.

You look at it too before it gets out of sight as you are walking together. It’s a poster for Valentine’s Day.

Crap. Maybe that’s what he was looking at when he got all nervous. You think, wanting to ask him.

“Can I ask you something?” you say, making him look at you.


“Before you were about to ask me about my head, what were you looking at behind me? I couldn’t help notice that your attention seemed…elsewhere.” you say, thinking of (Y/C/N)’s ex.

“I noticed (Y/C/E/N) in the hall, and it distracted me a bit.” he says, his voice a bit shaky.

“Ex?” you say, knowing for a fact they aren’t dating anymore but wanting to hear him say it.

“Yeah, we dated last year. We were kind of talking a little while ago but I called it off.”

Yes! you think, yet also curious.

“Oh, why? Did something happen?”

“I just wasn’t into her anymore. I ended up liking someone else.”

You’re staring to get closer to the classroom, but you want answers so you pretend that you need to tie your shoe and kneel down to do it. Luckily, he notices and decides to wait.

“Someone else? How is that going?” you ask, standing up.

He rubs the back of his head, making you melt when you see his muscles in his neck when he does.

“At first, not good at all. You see, I never really talked to her before. Like, ever. But now, I think it might be getting somewhere. It kind of took a bit of body language to kick it off, ya know.” he explains.

“Yeah. Well, that’s awesome. I hope you guys eventually become something.” you say, secretly wanting him to tell you that its you.

“Oh, and with Valentine’s Day right around the corner, these next couple of days would be perfect timing to try to get closer to her.” you say, smiling at him hoping that he’ll catch on.

Before opening the door, he looks down at you and smiles that comforting smile of his.

“I think I’ll take you up on that. Thanks” he says.

You walk under his arm and into the classroom, people looking at you both like you were the King and Queen of England. 


🎶  Can’t keep my hands to myself
No matter how hard I’m trying to
I want you all to myself
Your metaphorical gin and juice

So come on, give me a taste
Of what it’s like to be next to you
Won’t let one drop go to waste
Your metaphorical gin and juice  🎶


You turn down the volume on your Beats Pill that’s playing “Keep My Hands to Myself” by Selena Gomez and reach for phone across the room on your desk charging. Yanking the cord out from the bottom, you press the home button to bring up your notifications. 

You smack your pill off, throw all of your homework off your bed and onto the floor, slam your door shut and lock it, and close your curtains all in under a minute. 

You’ve been waiting for this day for a very long time. 

“Hey (Y/C/N)! Uh, how did you get my number?”

“I asked (Y/F/N). She said you wouldnt mind lol.”

“Oh, yeah no worries :) So what’s up?”

“Well you know how you gave me that advice this morning in school? About getting closer to this girl I like especially since its Valentines Day and stuff?”


“I’ve been doing some thinking and I think I want to ask her to be my girlfriend on Valetine’s Day”

“Woah, slow your roll dude. You said you barely even talk to her?”

“Yeah, well isn’t that why people date? To get to know eachother better?”

“Oh true. Okay, soo why are texting me about this? lol”

“I wanna give her a gift when I do it, but I don’t want to go way over the top, but I want to make sure its enough to make an impression on her. I’m drawing a blank over here and since you’ve already inspired me to start making some moves I figured I should talk to you again.”

“Great. Now I have to sit through this.” you say out loud. 

“Well, I know that personally, as a girl and all, I’ve always wanted a charm bracelet, or a necklace that says something special.”

“That’s perfect!”

“Haha yeah. And if you want to really go all out, get a colored stone in it.”

“But I don’t know her favorite color, what if I give it to her and she secretly wishes it was another color?”

“Lol don’t worry. Go with pink, all girls love pink. Except for me, I like blue. Or, you could go with a red just in case she’s one of those girls who actually don’t like pink.”

“Thanks (Y/N).”

“No problem :)”

“One last thing…this isn’t weird for you, is it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know it’s been more than half of this school year and this is the first time we’ve ever really talked. And we happen to be talking about helping me get a girl I like. I hope this isn’t weird or anything.

“It’s not weird, it’s AGGRAVATING. LOVE ME BOY!” you say, throwing your phone down. Remembering its your turn to respond, you pick it back up.

“Oh, no not at all. It was only a matter of time tbh, you do sit in front of me in class anyways lol” 

“Lol yeah. Well, I’m about to start basketball practice. I’ll text you later?”

‘What?’ you think. 

“I’ll be here :)” you type.

No no, too much. You delete it.

“Sure :)” 

“Cool, ttyl.”

You leave him on read so that he can go.

“Holy. Shit.” you say outloud. 

“(Y/N)! Dinner is ready!” you hear your Mom call from downstairs.

Locking your phone and throwing it behind you on your bed as you get up, you can feel your hands finally starting to stop shaking and catch your breathe. This was a dream come true, and you can’t believe it just happened. 


“You are not going to believe what I just heard!” (Y/F/N) says to you as you are grabbing some books from your locker. 

“(Y/F/N), it’s Monday morning. Of course you heard something crazy. We don’t see these people during the weekend, it’s only common sense that their activities aren’t known until the week starts.” you say, closing your locker and walking alongside her down the hall. 

“Yeah, but this is about you.” she says, making you stop dead in your tracks.

“What do you mean?” you ask, scared to know considering you didn’t even go anywhere this weekend.

She pulls you along to keep you walking and leans in closer, whispering.

“Apparently, (Y/C/N) has been talking about how he’s got this girls’ number.”

You roll your eyes. 

“And when is that not happening? Come on (Y/F/N) stop messing around you’re just getting my hopes up for no reason.”

“Shush, let me finish. He’s saying that he’s talking to someone.”

You stop walking again, not even noticing that you’re in hearing distance of (Y/C/N)’s locker.

“Just knock it off, okay? Where do you get off doing this? Is this fun for you, making me feel bad? Okay, so whatever he’s talking to someone, good for him! I knew I never had a chance with him anyways!” you say, furious.

(Y/F/N) looks at you blankly. After a couple of seconds of studying your face, you see her face change into sympathy.

“(Y/N)? Did something happen?” she asks.

You look over to see if he is around so that you can explain to her about what happened last night. You scan the hall, looking up and down, and finally notice him at his locker. He’s staring right at you. You realize he’d been listening this whole time. (Y/F/N) notices the same thing. He looks at her, then back to you. You can see him make that half smile of his at you, then closes his locker and walks away with his friends.

“Oh God he heard everything I said” you say, leaning your forehead on the locker in front of you.

“Come on, the bell is going to ring soon. What happened?”

“He texted me last night. He got my number from (Y/F/N).”

“Oh my god!” she squeals.

You turn around, now leaning on the locker with your back against it, looking up at the ceiling.

“He was asking me for advice on how to get this girl he likes for Valentine’s Day because I gave him advice yesterday morning.”

“Wait, what? You talked to him? What the hell! I didn’t know this!”

The warning bell rings.

“Come on, I’ll tell you on the way upstairs.” you say, waving your hand at her to prompt her to walk with you.


You walk into English class and see that you’re one of the first people there, as usual. You sit in your desk and start texting (Y/F/N) who is still freaking about about what happened.

“Hey (Y/N).” 

You didn’t even notice (Y/C/N) walk into the room, you were so busy looking at your phone.

“Oh, hey!” you say.

He turns around in his chair so that he can see you.

“Sorry I didn’t text you back last night like I said. I got held up with something.” he says, his face and thoughts seeming distant.

“It’s all good.” you say, trying to not let it get to you. You just look back at your phone, as if him talking to you means nothing, hoping that he’ll feel bad and keep talking.

You’re looking at your phone, but you can feel him studying your face. He looks as if he’s thinking a mile a minute. His mouth opens and he’s about to say something, but the bell rings. He turns around, and you text (Y/F/N), telling her what just happened.

Halfway into class, you feel your phone vibrate while you’re taking notes. You sneakily pull it out from your pocket and open your screen.

“Ask to go to the bathroom” (Y/C/N) texted you.

Not even wanting to waste any precious moment with him, you put your phone away and raise your hand.

“Yes?” your teacher says.

“May I use the bathroom?” you ask.

Your teacher glares at you. 

“You’re going to miss these notes if you go.”

“Its an emergency.”

“Alright. Go ahead.”

You get up, sign out, and leave. When you get halfway down the hallway, you hear a door close. You turn around and see that its (Y/C/N). He walks faster to catch up to you.

Smiling at him, you say, “Why are we out here?”

“I needed to get you alone.” he says, completely serious, making you stop playfully smile.

“What’s wrong? Did none of my advice work?” you ask, worried.

“You tell me.” he says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long, black, soft necklace case.

“(Y/C/N)…” you say, feeling your throat get tight.

“The girl I like is you, (Y/N).” he says, opening the box. In it lies a silver charm bracelet with his name on it.

“Oh my gosh. (Y/C/N).” you say, covering your mouth.

He smiles at you. “Here give me your hand.”

You hold out your hand to him and he clips the bracelet around your wrist. You start laughing. 

“What?” he says. You can hear the shock in his voice.

“Your name is blue stone.” you say, playing with it in your fingers. You can’t take your eyes off of it, smiling down at it.

“Well, I remember someone told me that they like blue.” he says, making you look up at him.

You smile big at him and he smiles back.

“So I’m assuming that you were talking about me this morning? In the hall?” he says.

“Yeah..but I see now that I was so wrong.”

“Hell yeah. That’s why I had to do this now, so that you wouldn’t start thinking other wise.”

“But what about your ex? Does she even know?” you ask.

“Does she matter?” he says.

“I guess not.” you say, smiling.

“You’re mine now. And I want people to know that.” he says, playing with the name part of your bracelet that spells out his name.

You hug him, finally hug him, and you fit right under his chin.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/C/N).”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, (Y/N/).” he says, kissing the top of your head.

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