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Can’t Feel My Face

This request was from my lovely Sabrina @winter–plum. Hope you like it!

Originally posted by moan-s

“I can’t feel my face,” You breathed out, teeth chattering violently. Your clothes were damp from falling so many times while ice skating (You blamed Bucky for the amount of times you fell; he was anything but graceful on the ice, and bumped into you so many times it was maddening).

Bucky chuckled deep in his chest, tucking you under his arm. His breath fanned against your cheek when he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You wanna get some hot chocolate, maybe it’ll warm you up?” He suggested, already tugging you in the direction of the little cafe that lay on the corner.

“With whip cream,” you grinned up at him, numb lips ghosting over his jawline, “you always forget the whip cream.”

The warmth that greeted you when you entered the cafe was amazing. Your entire body seemed to melt into Bucky’s side, a relaxed gleam entering your eyes.

He rolled his eyes at you, “Right, right.”

You watched as he approached the counter, everyone inching away from his large form. Your lips twitched with a smile as everyone stared at him, a look of pure awe passing over their faces. You couldn’t blame them; he was all muscle, sharp angles, and hair. You nearly swooned at the sight of him all bundled up in a leather jacket, a sweatshirt underneath, and a hat on his head.

He turned, his large hands dwarfing the cups of hot chocolate. You grinned when he set it down on the table in front of you.

“This was fun, Buck!” You sighed happily, sipping the hot beverage carefully. You could already feel the warmth in your cheeks returning.

“I had fun, too. Ice skating wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be.”

“That’s because I was the one falling!” You giggled, throwing an unopened packet of sugar at him. His laugh made your heart flutter like a caged bird.

A moment of happy, comfortable silence passed before he spoke again, “Feel your face yet?”

“Gettin’ there!” You chirped, taking a long sip of your drink. You absentmindedly began rearranging the sugar and sweetener packets on the table, singing quietly to the Christmas music that played over the cafe’s speakers. When your eyes flickered up to Bucky’s, you found him staring at you. His eyes had gone soft, lips curved into a tiny smile. You quirked an eyebrow at him, silently asking him what he was looking at.

He leaned across the table, a smirk donning his lips. His metal hand was quick to grasp your scarf and tug you closer, lips finding yours and stealing the air from your lungs while painting your cheeks a bright red. He kissed you hard, tangling one hand in the hair at the base of your neck, while the other framed your face. He pulled away only to press his forehead against yours.

After a moment of heavy breathing, he grinned, “Bet you can feel your face now.”

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A little preview of what is coming up in the following months at The Life of Bucky Barnes. The Xmas Season will be very cute (borderline cheesy) but from January? Hold your Bucky Bear tight because we’ll be having a look at some Civil War flashbacks! A lot of angst but a lot of cute stuff too because, I’m not that cruel. Enjoy your Holiday Season, have fun and see you soon. ♥

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Drunken Carolling

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (feat.Avengers)

A:N) Hope you lovlies enjoy this Xmas One shot. Let me know what you think. Also requests are open so please drop one in my ask anytime.

Originally posted by jinglesoldier

Christmas. It means something different to everyone. To some it’s about being able to re-connect with family and share the love. Others use it as a day to excuse any diet plans and eat their hearts out at Christmas Lunch and receive things you didn’t know you needed.

It was Christmas Eve in the Avengers household. Some were new comers while several have witnessed the drunken atrocities in previous years.

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College AU: Christmas preview

“Where the fuck’s my fuck buddy?!” Bucky demands loudly when Nat and Sam have the audacity to walk into the kitchen without Clint in tow.

There are all the hallmarks of daydrinking strewn around the place; beer bottles and chip packets and Steve’s disgusting cherry vodka gumming up at least two glasses. Barnes has reached the point of intoxication where he gets a little screechy and half his face is smeared with whatever glittery eyeshadow he was fucking around with before they started drinking (people who work at night do weird things during the day, Sam has found), but he’s not drunk and has clearly been anticipating his tiny fuck buddy’s arrival.

It’s not like this is Sam’s house and Barton doesn’t actually live here, or anything.

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Tumblr is blocked in my area from the end of May. Now I’m using some 3 days free VPN to log in here. 

Here are some paintings I did during those days. Hope you like them.

I’m not sure I will come back or not.

Just want to say Thank you and maybe Goodbye to all  who like my works, in case I will never return.

Steve needs a moment while passing a teddy bear kiosk at the mall.

My Art

christmas eve, 1939. steve got them make-up. bucky got him a ring to wear when they’re alone and don’t have to pretend

Stucky Shippers vs. Cherik Shippers
  • Stucky Shippers: OK but can you believe that he actually went against 117 nations for his boyfriend, whom he's been in love with for almost 100 years, though they've been separated for 70 years but their heart never left each other's side this is the purest and truest form of love that'd ever came into existence
  • Cherik Shippers: OK but can you believe that he stopped destroying 117 nations for his boyfriend, whom he paralyzed and left for dead on a foreign beach 20 years ago, they're each other's sun and moon and stars, they *chokes back own tears* THEY ARE SO IN LOVE

Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: The reader has a plan to get Bucky in the Christmas spirit…whether he wants to or not
A/N: Posting this one early! I might be posting two today, as I might not have time tomorrow xx
@you–were–my–everything @ladywiseowl @marvelximagines @cocoobbesses

Bucky was sound asleep, his sleepy breathing the only sound in his dark room. The door creaked open, light streaming in from the hallway. Someone crept over to his bed, moving the duvet carefully to reveal his metal arm.
You worked quickly, using up all the materials you’d brought. Grinning, and satisfied with your work, you tiptoed from the room and back to your bed.

You sat casually at the breakfast bar, sharing a newspaper with Clint. Everyone was awake, except for Bucky. You couldn’t wait to see his reaction, and you could barely conceal your excitement.
“What’s got you in such a good mood?” questioned Nat, sitting down beside you and stealing a slice of your toast. You smiled innocently.
“It’s nearly Christmas,” you told her. “I started decorating last night.”
“I didn’t see any decorations,” said Steve, frowning. You grinned, opening your mouth to reply before someone cut across you.
As you covered your face with the newspaper quickly, everyone else turned to where all the commotion was coming from.
The Winter soldier had never looked more seasonal. The fairy lights twinkling on his metal arm made the bright pink tinsel sparkle even more, the tiny baubles on his fingers completing the look.
“Come on, I know one of you did it!” he continued. Your shoulders were shaking with controlling your laughter, and you bit your lip as you heard footsteps behind you.
“Care to explain, (Y/N)?”
You swivelled round on your seat, looking anywhere but at Bucky.
“Um, explain what?” you tried. “You’ve got a little something on your arm there,” you added, a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. You heard Tony and Clint’s snorts of laughter, making it even harder not to dissolve into fits of giggles.
“And how did it get there?” he asked, glaring at you. You sighed; this was the time to own up, and accept the fact that you were probably about to be killed by a master assassin.
“Clint did it.”
“What?” exclaimed the archer indignantly. You jumped off your seat, sprinting from the room as fast as your legs would carry you.
Apparently, that wasn’t fast enough.
A pair of arms, one human and one metal, wrapped around your waist, pulling you against a strong chest. You wriggled helplessly as Bucky slung you over his shoulder, carrying you back to the kitchen.
“Can’t we just talk about this like adults?” you asked halfheartedly, as you passed your fellow avengers in the kitchen. You waved sadly at them as you went past.
Bucky dropped you on the sofa, sitting down beside you and resting his feet in your lap. You frowned.
“What’s this?” you asked.
“Since you annoyed me, you’re having a Christmas movie marathon with me,” he grinned. “Including musicals.”
You struggled to get up; when it came to things you hated, musicals were on the same level as Hydra.
“Steve, help!” you yelled as the Captain walked past. He grinned.
“Turn it up, Buck. I don’t think (Y/N) can hear all those wonderful songs properly.”

Home Alone

Fandom: Captain America
Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x reader
Warnings: None
A/N: @cocoobbesses @marvelximagines @ass-hlee @ladywiseowl @you–were–my–everything @multi–fandom-imagines

For the first time in forever, the avengers actually had a day off. The rest of the group had gone out ice skating or something, leaving you and the newest member in Avengers Tower.
You hurried through the hallways to Bucky’s room, knocking quietly on the door.
“Hey (Y/N),” he said as you poked your head around the door. He was sat on his bed, a book lying open in front of him.
“Hey Buck,” you replied. “I’m having a Christmas movie marathon, you wanna join? I was thinking it might help you get caught up,” you said shyly. He grinned, swinging his legs off the side of the bed.
“Only if you’re making hot chocolate.”
You returned his grin. “Of course.”

An hour later saw you both wrapped in blankets, cradling mugs of hot chocolate and watching the Grinch.
“Hey, it’s Bruce!” exclaimed Bucky as the hairy green character appeared on the screen. You burst out laughing, shoving him playfully.
“Don’t let him hear you saying that!”
He grinned mischievously. “I’ll do it from a safe distance.”
“There’s no such thing as a safe distance when he’s in Hulk mode.”
“I suppose,” he said thoughtfully.
“So, are you looking forward to Christmas?” you asked, turning to face him.
“I guess. It’s a long time since I’ve celebrated it,” he said, a twinge of sadness in his voice. You nudged him gently.
“Hey, this’ll be the best Christmas you’ve seen. Nothing beats hearing Tony’s drunk singing,” you grinned.
“If you say so,” he replied, grinning slightly.
You yawned, snuggling up under your blanket and stretching.
“Lie down if you want.”
You looked up at Bucky, blinking sleepily. “But then you won’t have any room.”
“Lean on me if you want,” he said shyly, watching you nervously. You smiled softly, leaning back against his arm. He shifted slightly to wrap an arm around your waist, combing through your hair soothingly.
“Merry Christmas, Buck,” you mumbled. You heard him chuckle.
“Merry Christmas, (Y/N/N).”

Revenge Is Sweet…And Pink And Glittery

Fandom: Avengers
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: When Tony won’t let you and Bucky use the TV for the day, you set out looking for revenge
Warnings: Language? Does “twat” count as swearing?
A/N: @you–were–my–everything @multi–fandom-imagines @marvelximagines @ladywiseowl

“Step away from the TV and nobody gets hurt!”
Tony glanced over the back of the sofa, ignoring the two assassins standing in the doorway and going back to watching his movie.
“Dude, you said me and Buck could watch the Grinch today!” you accused.
“Nuh-uh. My house, my rules,” said the billionaire smugly. You glared at him.
“You’re a twat.”
“I’m the twat who pays the bills so watch it.”
You grabbed Bucky’s hand, dragging him from the room.
“What are we gonna do then?” asked Bucky.
“We, my friend, are going to get revenge.”

“Are you sure he’s asleep?” you hissed, pressing your ear to the door and straining to hear.
“Jarvis, is Stark asleep?” asked Bucky.
“Mr Stark is out for the count, Sir.”
You grinned wickedly. “Let’s get to work.”

You and Bucky sunk lower in your seats, biting your lips so as not to burst out laughing.
“What have you two done now?” asked Steve amusedly. You raised your eyebrows.
“Nothing you can prove.”
You were nearly blinded as a very glittery pink Tony Stark stomped into the kitchen. There was a moment of silence before everyone burst into hysterics.
“Looking fabulous, Stark,” grinned Clint. You and Bucky kept your eyes firmly down as someone cleared their throat pointedly behind you.
“Oh, hi Tony. Didn’t see you there,” you said innocently as he spun both you and Bucky round to face him. You aimed a swift kick at the soldier’s shin as he shook with poorly concealed laughter.
“You’ve a little something on your face there, Stark,” grinned Bucky. You nearly choked with laughter.
“You don’t say,” he said sarcastically.
“So, um, should we run?” you asked nervously. Tony raised his eyebrows.

A Fresh Start

Originally posted by enochianess

Fandom: Captain America/Avengers

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You realise you have more in common with the new recruit than you originally thought

Warnings: None?

A/N: Wow the last Christmas fic! Thank you to everyone who’s been reading these! @marvelximagines@multi–fandom-imagines@ladywiseowl@you–were–my–everything

(Not my gif, credit to the owner)

You were definitely suing Tony for premature loss of hearing if he kept up his drunken singing. Auld Lang Syne never sounded more painful than it did at that moment, with all the Avengers new and old gathered on the roof of the building waiting to bring in the new year. You shivered slightly, pulling your jacket closer to your body. A smile blossomed on your lips, seeing Nat and Bruce holding hands and laughing together. You stifled a giggle, watching as a grumpy looking Sam handed a crumpled dollar bill to a smirking Nick Fury as they watched the happy couple.
“You look happy,” came a voice from behind you. Turning, you smiled slightly at Steve.
“We’ve been through a lot of shit this year,” you shrugged. “It’ll be nice to leave all that behind.”
“It would be nice,” he replied absentmindedly. You frowned slightly, brushing his comment off.
“TWENTY SECONDS!” announced Tony, swaying slightly on his feet. You moved to stand between Clint and Wanda as the countdown began.
As everyone converged in a massive group hug, you noticed someone missing. You craned your neck to try and look for him as Thor swept both you and Wanda into a bone crushing hug, effectively knocking the air from your lungs.
You moved to the edge of the group, holding your ribs weakly. Glancing around, you saw the man you were looking for standing on the other side of the roof, staring out at the New York skyline.
“Happy new year,” you said quietly, standing a few metres away from him. Bucky turned slightly, the city lights reflecting off the tiny part of his metal arm not covered by his jacket.
“Happy new year, (Y/N),” he replied, smiling slightly as you stepped up beside him.
“They’re a bit overbearing at first, huh?” you asked understandingly, gesturing to the group of singing Avengers behind you. He made a sound that could have been the start of a laugh, something you didn’t hear from him often. Now that you thought about it, you’d barely heard anything at all from him since he moved into the Avengers facility.
“You could say that,” he answered. You both turned quickly, hearing a cry of pain from behind you. On further inspection, a now very drunk Tony had challenged Thor to an arm wrestle, and seemed to have had his shoulder dislocated.
“Should we help him?” asked Bucky, looking slightly alarmed. You shrugged it off, turning back to look out over the sparkling lights of the city welcoming a new start.
“Nah, it happens at every party,” you told him. “You get used to it.”
He shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this life.”
“That’s what I thought when I first joined S.H.I.E.L.D,” you told him. “But I had Nat with me, she was already like a sister to me so I guess it was easier.”
“You joined with Romanoff?” he repeated, seemingly surprised. You chuckled humourlessly.
“Yup. Wrong place, wrong time, and I ended up in the Red Room for nearly 10 years. I was just a puppet to them, following every order they gave me and never questioning them. Those strings were cut long ago though,” you added, feeling a twinge of pain at remembering your past life. You’d needed a fresh start, just like Bucky did now.
“I’ve heard stories about the Red Room. You have to be more than someone’s puppet to survive all that and come out still fighting,” he said, his voice gentler than you’d ever heard it. You turned to look at him, confused by his sudden sympathy before realising he knew exactly what you’d went through. While the Red Room had been your cage, Hydra had been his. You were just a couple of steps ahead of him in the recovery process.
“Thank you,” you said quietly. He shook his head, smiling softly.
“It’s no problem,” he told you. You stood on tiptoe to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips slightly.
“Seriously, Bucky. Thank you.”
You raised your eyebrows slightly, noticing what seemed to be a faint blush spreading across his cheek from where you kissed him. You didn’t make a comment, but you couldn’t keep the amused smile off your face.
“(Y/L/N), Barnes, we’re going inside!” came Tony’s shout from the door. You turned to follow them inside, but something metal caught hold of your hand carefully, stopping you in your tracks. A moment later, a pair of warm chapped lips brushed against the soft skin of your cheek, and Bucky smiled shyly at you.
“Happy new year, (Y/N),” he said quietly. You beamed at him.
This was going to be a good year.

(Thank you all for sticking by me through this year, here’s to many more years of fluff, feels and fanfiction together!)