#HBC Home For The Holidays

[chucklebucky]

Winter Buckyland

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Prompt: "I don't have anyone to spend Christmas with, can I spend it with you?"

Warning: fluff 🥰🥰 just a tiny bit of angst

Notes: This lovely prompt was written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club and i decided to combine it with Day Two of Home For The Holidays! ❤️

Bucky's booming footsteps echoed all the way from the elevator and down the hall. You nervously played with the sleeve of your shirt when he entered the room, a dopey grin plastered on his face and a hunking great tree over his shoulder.

"Here we go! I appreciate the help doll." He smiled, gently lowering the tree down on the floor. He was alone in the compound for Christmas this year, everyone had families to go home to. Everyone except you, and since you were still new to the team, nobody knew you would also be alone this Christmas, not even Bucky.

"It's ok!" You squeaked, your eyes averting around the room. Bucky grinned, he adored your shyness so much. You reminded him so much of Rebecca.

"Alright. Let's get this bad boy up!" He cheers, rubbing his hands together.

Christmas songs played from his spotify playlist as the two of you got to work on decorating the tree. The multicolored LED lights were first to go on, followed by the red and silver tinsel wrapped around the branches, red baubles hanging off the ends.

"Sleigh bells ring, are you listening. In the lane, snow is glistening. A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight. Walking in the winter buckyland." Bucky sang along to the cheery song, you couldn't help the toothy grin on your face when he sang the last word in a lower octave.

Once the tree was decorated to yours and Bucky's liking, the last thing was the star.

"Do you want the honors, doll?" He smiled, folding his arms across his chest as he admired your hard work.

The problem was, the tree was a good 6ft tall.

"I uhh.... I can't reach it!" You chuckled, playing with your fingers.

"Always a way around that! Grab the star and hop onto my shoulders!" He kneeled down in front of you and tapped his shoulders. You grabbed the star from the floor and carefully climbed into his shoulders, his hands wrap around your thighs to make sure you didn't fall.

Bucky stepped slowly in front of the tree, allowing you to reach up and put the red glittery star on top of the tree.

"Done!" You squealed when he spun around quickly. "Buckyyyyy!" You giggled, grabbing a hold of his hair for leverage.

"Whaaaaat?" He teased, spinning around faster, loving the giggles he was pulling from you.

Finally he stopped and let you hop off his shoulders.

"Well, i don't wanna keep you any longer than I have, doll. Thank you for your help Y/N." He smiled, but yours dropped when you remembered you didn't have a family to go home to this Christmas. Bucky sensed the change of mood and stepped in front of you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

"I just, i don't want to bother you." You laughed it off but Bucky wasn't going to take no for an answer. Especially when he saw your eyes well up.

"I promise you, you're never bothering me. What's wrong?"

"I don't have anyone to spend Christmas with, can I spend it with you?"

Bucky's eyes lit up brighter than the Christmas tree. "You know doll, of course you can! We'll make a pact."

"A pact?"

"That we'll spend every Christmas together."

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: The Night Before Christmas

Happy Christmas Eve everyone! This drabble is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and HBC Home for the Holidays. The prompt was just Christmas Eve, so here is what I came up with.

Title: The Night Before Christmas

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission. 

"You know this is how we ended up with three kids under five," you teased Chris as he stopped you under the sprig of mistletoe that he'd hung earlier that night.

"I'm willing to risk it," he said with a grin before he leaned in to kiss you.

The two of you were the proud parents of a five-year-old daughter, a three-year-old son and a-month-old baby girl, who had shown up a week early making for a very exciting Thanksgiving Day.

Your kiss was interrupted by Chris's phone ringing.

"Oh, Scott is here with the kids present," he said, excitedly.

"I still can't believe you convinced me this was a good idea," you sighed, shaking your head.

"I love you," Chris said with a grin before he disappeared down the hall to let his brother in.

He returned a couple minutes later with the 6-month-old puppy he'd met while doing a promotion for a local no kill shelter earlier that month. He'd been taken with the chocolate brown puppy with beautiful blue eyes immediately and had expressed his interest in adopting the dog.

Then he'd brought you and Dodger to meet the puppy. The two dogs had been unsure of each other at first, but had quickly warmed up to one another and had run around playing together. Then the puppy had crawled into your lap and had fallen asleep, stealing your heart in the process.

"Give me my baby," you said, holding out your hands for the puppy.

Chris hesitated but eventually surrendered the puppy, knowing he still had more Santa stuff to put out for the kids.

While he worked, you sat down on the couch, the puppy cuddled in your arms as Dodger sat next to you, protectively watching to make sure the new dog didn't misbehave.

When Chris finished, he joined the three of you on the couch, pulling Dodger into his arms to cuddle him and reassure the older dog that he was still his number one.

Between the baby and the puppy, you and Chris didn't get much sleep that night. But seeing the looks of joy on the kids faces the next morning when they saw the gifts from Santa and their new puppy made it all worth it.

[eurynome827]

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Home For The Holidays - Day Twenty Two - Secret Santa ...with this sweet Drunk Drabbles prompt from @sergeant-bonky

"You are Bucky's Secret Santa!"

Staring at the email in shock, you whined and dropped your head on the desk. Of course you had to be Secret Santa for your secret crush - the one you could barely speak around, the one you were tripping on your own feet in front of, the one you had to bite your tongue around before shouting "take me, I'm yours!"

Now to come up with a gift idea and try not to mess this up.

🎁

Bucky looked at your name staring back at him from the email.

Secret Santa. For you. The girl who was always stumbling in her hurry to get away from him.

"She hates me."

"She's in love with you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Bucky snapped at Sam. "She's never said a word to me."

"Have you ever said a word to her?"

"Well," Bucky shrugs his shoulders. It was hard to open up to people anyway, but to someone who was always rushing to get away it was impossible.

"Sam's right," Steve spoke up without looking away from the report he was reading. "She's always a little awkward but she can manage around everyone but you. She's always watching you when you're not looking."

"She has heart eyes for you," Sam teased, and Bucky moved to punch him in the arm but Sam dodged expertly. The chime of the elevator drew their attention away, and you stepped out, arms full of reports. "Pay attention, and you'll see," Sam whispered.

You stepped out of the elevator and beelined for Steve. "Captain Rogers? I have the rest of the reports you asked for. Oh hi, Sam!" You smiled as Sam stepped into your sightline but then you walked in further and saw....

"Oh hey hi um," you bumped into the table, reports spilling across the glass top. "Uh, bye!"

The three men watched you race to the elevator, and Sam and Steve turned to face Bucky when the doors closed.

"Do us all a favor," Steve started straightening up the papers scattered across the table, "and talk to her."

Bucky smiled.

❄️

Tiptoeing down the hallway to Bucky's room with his gift clutched in your hand, your heart thudding against your ribcage and holding your breath, you were counting the seconds until this was over. Just leave it by his door, and he'll never know it was you.

Of course as soon as you were in front of his door, it flew open and there stood Bucky with a knife in his hand. You froze, eyes wide. "I'm your Secret Santa!" You blurted out without thinking, and shoved the present toward him.

Bucky stood still for a moment, processing the look in your eyes and your words before he laughed quietly, "I don't think you're supposed to just blurt it out like that, and it's not a good idea to try and sneak up on a trained assassin, doll."

Your face relaxed into a little smile. "I'm sure you've noticed that when it comes to you I'm a walking disaster." Holding out the gift for him again, you started to back away when he took it until his voice stopped you.

"Stay," his finger slid under the corner of the wrapping. "Let me open it and say thank you." Inside he found a knife - one you had overheard him talking to Sam about. "This is too much."

"Well, you weren't supposed to know it was me," you shuffled on your feet, shrugging your shoulders. "I wanted to get you something you really wanted."

"Don't go away," Bucky started to back into his room, looking at you with a soft, shy expression you hadn't seen before. "Okay?"

"Okay," you nodded, taking a step closer.

He smiled at you, and hurried back into his room, returning a moment later with a long-stemmed rose. "Now I don't have to figure out how to give this to you."

You took the rose with shaking hands, and read the card attached.

Dinner with your Secret Santa?

You looked up into Bucky's eyes, shining with uncertainty, and your heart was racing for a different reason now.

"Yes."

[gogolucky13]

What’s an Advent Calendar?

Summary: Bucky learns what an advent calendar is.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word count: 453

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is a submission for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s Home for the Holidays event. The first prompt for December 1st was Advent Calendar. Also, I just last minute decided to write for this prompt so I apologize if it’s dumb. Hope you like! GIF not mine.

The bags sit on the island in the kitchen, just asking to be looked through. Always the curious one, Bucky saunters over to the collection of shopping bags ranging in color from black to white, and in size from big to small. His nimble fingers sift through the first few, peeking inside to see what new goodies were bought.

Inside he finds various holiday decorations, a pair of women’s mittens, a new star for the tree, and a very festive looking box. Pulling it out, his super senses pick up on a delectable chocolatey scent and he instinctively licks his lips.

Never one to shy away from temptation, Bucky takes the square box covered in holiday picture scenes and walks over to the couch. He examines it a little further, tossing and turning it in his hands and even giving it a little shake. The smell becomes too enticing and he’s poking a metal finger through the tiny hole right in the center, the perforations breaking away easily. To his delight, a little chocolate sits inside, and a pleased smile spreads across his face before he pops the treat into his mouth.

Without even realizing, Bucky’s made his way through over half the chocolates in the box. Currently, he’s working on one with a picture of a snowman when he hears someone walk into the kitchen.

“Hey, Buck,” your voice floats from behind him.

“Hey, Y/N,” he responds a little muffled, mouth full of chocolate.

He tears the snowman picture away, plucking the chocolate out and into his mouth. The sound of you rummaging through the bags fills the room, and then you’re sighing in frustration.

“Where is it?” You huff, continuing to dig through the pile of bags.

“Where’s what?” Bucky questions, smiling at the reindeers around the edge.

“The advent calendar I bought,” you reply, face now buried in the largest shopping bag. “I wanted to show it to you.”

Bucky pauses mid-chew, looking down at the box he holds. “What’s an advent calendar?” Again, the words are distorted, the candies taking up most space in his mouth.

“It’s a calendar you use to countdown to Christmas. It has little chocolates for each day of December.”

As you explain, Bucky’s eyes go wide, roaming over what’s in his hands. This thing did have chocolates, and is that…yes, that would be a gold number 12 on that picture of the elf.

Oops.

Bucky quickly stands, swallowing what chocolate remains in his mouth. The advent calendar is behind his back as he attempts to leave the common room without you noticing it.

“Where are you going?” You call after him.

“I’ll be right back, I gotta go to the store!”

[sylvie-writes]

Pixie

pairing: steve rogers x wife!reader x daughter!sarah rogers

prompt: Dec 12 - Elf On The Shelf 

warnings: none that i can think of! 

word count: 1814

author’s note: pardon any mistakes! this is my first entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club Home For The Holidays!

another a/n: I’m sorry that the writing style on this isn’t superb. I have a lot to do today and I totally forgot about this, yet I still really wanted to write it. Hopefully you all still enjoy! xoxo

PART OF MY CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION (check the tag for the masterlist)

(gif below is not mine, nor do i take credit for it

“Look, Daddy. Teacher says every time a bell rings, an angel gets his wings!” Zuzu looked to her father and he sweetly smiled down at her. “That’s right, that’s right.”

With that the movie ended and the credits rolled. Tonight was the first day of Steve’s holiday break, allowing him to spend some family time with you and Sarah. Since Steve was still trying to catch up on new movies and such, you suggested It’s a Wonderful Life. It was released just a few years after he went into the ice so you assumed he would enjoy it, as would Sarah. The toddler shared a love for vintage things just as he father. To her, it was so fascinating that Steve was from another time that she always begged for stories. 

At the moment, you three were curled up on the couch in your humble and small Brooklyn apartment. Sarah’s tiny figure was half laid on your lap. Her head was resting on your sweatpants-clad thighs while her own legs were tucked into her body to retain warmth. As for Steve, you were leaned up against his chest, laying at an angle while the man remained faced forward, one muscular arm wrapped around your shoulders. Occasionally he’d turn his head to shower you in some form of affection. 

“So, how’d you like the movie, Stevie?”

Steve shifted in his seat, now enveloping you with both arms, careful of Sarah who was still sleeping. He smiled down on you with a dopey yet adorable and loving smile. 

“I think that it was a great suggestion, doll.”

With vigor he immediately cut off your unspoken words and kissed you deeply. Suddenly, Steve’s not so innocent kiss was cut short when Sarah made you both remember her presence, the ever so quiet and sleepy “eww” making you both laugh. 

“Well hello, sleepyhead.” 

Sarah pushed herself up from her laid out position and tiredly scrambled to her feet. She then ran to stand between Steve’s legs and leaned forward to lay against his chest. 

“M‘sleepy, Daddy.”

Your daughter’s eyes started to close and Steve took that as a sign to go ahead and scoop her up in his arms. Steve did so and then bent over a bit for you to kiss the dozing little girl goodnight. 

….

As Steve helped Sarah get ready for bed, you got did your nightly routine as well. Once you had finished and made it to bed, Steve soon joined you, the two of you ready to turn in for the night. 

By the time the lights were out and both you and your husband were sleeping soundly, it was a bit past midnight. 

For a few hours you slept comfortably, occasionally intertwining your legs with Steve’s and such, especially since that man was such a bed hog and he didn’t even know it. 

Around four in the morning you suddenly popped up having remembered one important thing. 

Today was December 1st.

To the average person it was just another day, but to your daughter Sarah, it was the time for her elf on the shelf, Pixie, to arrive home for the holidays. You mentally scolded yourself for forgetting such a thing as Sarah had been talking non stop all week long about Pixie’s upcoming visit. She was so excited and her little friends at school told tales about their elves on the shelf making your daughter even more excited. 

Without second thought, you popped out of bed despite your body screaming at you to go back under the oh-so inviting sheets and to wrap yourself into Steve’s warm embrace.

As you had gotten out of the bed, you pushed Steve’s heavy arm off of your waist, and let’s just say you could have been a bit gentler with your actions.

“Woah (y/n), what’s wrong?”

Somnolent yet very much alert, Steve now sat up in the bed, even reaching to turn on the lamp, blinding you both. 

After a bit of a hiss, you scurried to his side of the bed to turn off the nuisance of a light. You had calmed down a bit and just quickly ran your fingers through Steve’s messy hair while kissing his forehead and purposely coaxing him back to sleep.

“I have to go and find Sarah’s elf on the shelf. She’ll be heartbroken if Pixie isn’t out tomorrow morning.”

Steve nodded having understood the matter. He then got out of bed despite your pleas for him to go back to bed. 

From there, you and Steve spent a good half an hour searching through your shared closet in search of that disguised cardboard box that held a select few of Christmas decorations, including Pixie. Sarah has always had a knack for finding tucked away gifts or just anything you’ve hidden from her for that matter. That is why you and Steve decided to throw the elf on the shelf and its accessories in that box so she wouldn’t find it. 

Eventually, you found said item. The whole process would have been faster if it wasn’t the middle of the “night”, but with it being so early in the morning, you two had to carefully dance around each other in hopes of not waking your sleeping angel. 

Together, you and Steve quietly tiptoed down the squeaky hallway. One would think that after all of those stealth missions, you and Steve would be able to handle sneaking around your own apartment, but alas, children are a lot more attentive than the enemies you have dealt with in the past. 

After spending a few minutes tediously assembling Pixie and her accessories, you and Steve finally came to design a finished project you both thought Sarah would enjoy. 

You and Steve had decided to set Pixie on the kitchen counter with her own bowl of cereal as Sarah was always up before you both. The little miss would be preparing her bowl of cereal and hopefully catch sight of her elf friend. 

Steve looked to you and groggily grinned, the two of you now a bit awake from the minimal adrenaline rush. 

Unfortunately, that lasted for a very short time because the minute you laid your head on Steve’s shoulder, your eyes shut and apparently you unintentionally fell asleep. It was no use fighting the sleep as it was inevitable at this point. Steve just chuckled at how easily you succumbed to the slumber as you were just energetically talking to him not even seconds ago. He then tenderly placed his hands upon your back and scooped you up bridal style, carrying you back to bed for a few more hours of much needed sleep. 

That morning you and Steve both woke up, same time as usual, and to no surprise, found Sarah in the kitchen. Although, before you both rounded the corner to step foot into the kitchen, you heard Sarah’s voice as she attempted to whisper. Looking to Steve with furrowed brows he looked back at you with shrugged shoulders. It wasn’t until you quickly peaked your head around the corner that you realized she was talking to Pixie. 

When you both found that out, you decided to stay behind the wall for a minute more to let her finish telling the elf what she wanted for Christmas. Luckily, either you and Steve were always to overhear what she’d ask for from Santa. Of course she still wrote a letter to Santa and you both would use that, but sometimes she’d drop a few things here and there to elf on the shelf. 

Though this time when you heard her request, it caught you off guard. 

“Hi Pixie, Mommy and Daddy are sleeping right now and I wanted to tell you this now before they wake up.”

Sarah placed her finger to her lips and made a shushing sound. You quietly laughed as did your husband. 

“Anyway, Daddy never gets to stay home for Christmas and I know this is a lot to ask for, so I wasn’t going to ask for anything else. I was hoping you could tell him I said this. As Mommy says, it’s always better to ask in ‘vance.” 

With that Sarah blew a kiss to the elf and turned back to her bowl of cereal. 

As quietly as possible, you once more turned to Steve who was practically breathing down your neck. Little had Sarah known that her father had indeed taken off the whole month of December. 

Sarah was just an angel, but what really tugged at the strings of your heart was when she asked for this and was willing to sacrifice a few silly toys just for her father to stay home this year.

That child was just as selfless as her father. 

Communicating with your eyes, both you and Steve silently agreed to tell her now. That way she’d still ask for some real gifts because what’s the fun in Christmas for a kid if they can’t open something from under the tree? 

So maybe you and Steve liked to spoil her during Christmas…

What? Sarah was your only baby and as any parent would do, you’d spoil her, and only because she was such a good child. 

With that, you and Steve finally walked into the kitchen where Sarah excitedly greeted you both. 

“Hey honeybun, Daddy and I have something important to tell you.”

You rested your forearms on the kitchen counter, where Sarah sat directly across from you. 

Steve came to join you by your side, a bowl of cereal in his hands. 

Sarah set down her spoon and intently looked at you both. 

“You know how I’m not always home for Christmas, hon?”

Sarah sadly shook her head, looking to Steve who was currently talking. 

“Well… I was able to talk off some time so I get to spend all of December with my two favorite girls!”

Immediately Sarah jumped from her chair, making you freak out for a second, and then she ran around the counter to hug Steve who welcomed her with open arms.

She wrapped her arms around Steve’s neck and he swayed back and forth as you watched the adorable interaction between the two. 

When you both weren’t looking, Sarah discreetly waved to Pixie and sent her a quiet “thanks.” 

Steve’s crazy frequency of hearing undoubtedly picked up the sound and he tried to look over his shoulder where Sarah was resting.   

“Did you say something, doll?”

Sarah picked her head up from its place on Steve's shoulder and she leaned back to be face to face with the man. Nodding her head “no,” she kissed his nose and you adoringly smiled at the two. 

Needless to say, that was the best Christmas gift Sarah could have asked for. Well, besides for the puppy she put on her list. And no, you and Steve didn’t cave on that one. 

[fxckbuckyscoming]

30: Hot Chocolate || B. Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky makes you his special hot chocolate because you’re sick.

Warnings: none!

Authors Notes: This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s home for the holidays challenge!

Soft knuckles rapped against your door, followed by the softest call of your name. You groaned into your pillow, your throat felt like you swallowing pine needles, your chest hurt with each breath and your body ached.

The winter flu. It was the one thing you hated about winter. Germ spreaders everywhere. It was actually a little kid that sneezed over you when he got excited to meet you a few weeks ago. And now you were so sick and you remember his mother telling you he was too.

“C’in.” You slurred, quickly drifting back into sleepiness.

The door cracked open a bit and Bucky opened it the rest of the way with the toe of his boot.

“Hey doll. How are you feelin’” Bucky was always concerned when you got sick. He felt helpless. His flesh hand was flushed against your forehead and winced at how hot you were. He could see you visibly shaking under the duvet covers. He set the homemade hot chocolate on the table next to your door and opened a window, earning a disapproved groan in response. “You gotta cool down doll, you’re hotter than me.” He chuckled at your eyebrows raising but your eyes remained closed.

“M’sick.”

“I know you are doll, I made you some hot chocolate and I promise it’s so smooth it’ll help your throat. I’m gonna go and run a hot bath for you and then I’m gonna take care of you. Steve’s on his way back with some NyQuil.”

[sergeant-bonky]

[HBC DRABBLES MASTERLIST]

Headers were made by the lovely @skkye​ thank you so much! <3 

*** = Smut!

Beloved -  You’re a newlywed and your new husband has gifted you a kitten to add to the family.

Squirt Like You Mean It***- Bucky loves and knows how to make you squirt

Wet ‘n’ Ready -  Maybe you’ve underestimated the size of Bucky’s wiener.

Deep Cleaning*** - You’re deep cleaning your apartment in little clothing because it’s hot as fuck and clothes should be illegal

Size Doesn’t Matter -  Bucky is feeling self conscious after seeing you in a new pair of skinny jeans and he’s left anxious wondering if he still meets your standards naked.

Lessons Learned*** -  A steamy, one night stand with a hot man before university starts is everything that you needed… Until you turned up for class the following day.

The Holiday -  You’re newly single and need a change of scenery, a woman named Rebecca on the other side of the screen answers your ad to swap accommodations for two weeks.

Only For You -  Tonight is special, and you go all out to impress the love of your life. But things don’t go as planned!

Making The Most of It -  you and Bucky have a relaxing night off from parenting when your daughter sleeps at her Uncle Sam’s.

Young And Old -  Your first time walking into the library wasn’t quite what you expected.

Glory Hole(s)*** - After taking Sam’s advice, Bucky goes searching for a gloryhole and he finds one between your legs.

Everybody Gonna Talk -  Bucky’s reputation as the leader of the local biker gang is talked about in the small town.

The Cure*** -  You’re sick with the flu and when DayQuil and NyQuil doesn’t help you feel better, Bucky does his research and finds a solution.

Road Trip To Somewhere -  You and your three best friends go on a road trip.

Luckiest Man -  You fall asleep with your baby girl in your arms and Bucky can’t get over the cuteness.

Life of The Party -  you weren’t in the mood to drink and neither was Bucky.

Girls And Their Problems -  You complain a lot to Bucky but maybe he just misunderstands the reason behind it.

Only We Know -  You always meet up with Bucky after your vigilante tasks.

; - Other Characters

Love At First Woof -  You meet Ben at the dog park, and it’s not just you and Ben who are getting along.

My Sweetheart -  An accident in the lab forces Chris to admit his feelings.

The Guy Next Door -  Your next door neighbor despises you until the day your landlord leaves you hanging.

A Big Inspiration -  You enter Charles’ art room and find his latest work.

; - HBC HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Holiday Movies -   You and Bucky cuddle up to watch holiday movies on the couch.

Bucky on Ice -  You promised Bucky you would go ice skating and he’s making you keep that promise. 

[nano--raptor]

Shifty

Summary: Bucky notices your new holiday decor and tells you what he thinks

A/N: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Home for the Holidays! Today’s prompt is Elf on the shelf, and, tbh, I’m not really a big fan. So Bucky and I might share similar opinions 😅 It’s all in good fun though! Thanks for reading❤

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“What the hell is this??”

Bucky’s voice rang out in the common room, pointing to the little elf you’d perched in the garland on the mantle.

“Um, that’s Percy.” Bucky just stared, brows knit together, as if you were speaking an alien language.

“Fucking... what? Percy?”

“Yeah! Percy the Elf. Elf on the shelf?” You stared back at him, hands on your hips, as if you simply could not believe he hadn’t heard of the Christmas fad. Which, to be fair, he probably hadn’t.

“I don’t like it.” Bucky stated matter-of-factly. “Look at it’s shifty eyes.” You followed his gaze to the elf’s face, a nice smile and bright eyes drawn on. Bucky’s eyes were narrowed, and it was actually quite comical how unnerved he seemed to be.

“It’s just a silly Christmas thing Buck! The elf is not shifty. You’re just paranoid.” He sulked away from the mantle and sat down at the counter, keeping his eyes trained on the suspicious elf.

“It’s weird. Why do you have that?” 

“You can’t have Christmas without Elf on the Shelf! Usually it’s more for families with kids, I’ve heard kids get a kick out of it. Parents tell them the elf is watching and reports back to Santa if they’ve been naughty or nice.” Now Bucky raises his eyebrows, telling you exactly what he thinks.

“That’s fucked up.” You sigh, conceding defeat, for now, and turning to pour yourself some coffee.

You couldn’t wait to move Percy later and see Bucky’s reaction tomorrow, after the shifty elf actually moved during the night.

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Faith and Cookies

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader // SINGLEDAD!Bucky X Nanny!Reader

Prompt: So for this one I am combining a prompt sent in to @the-ss-horniest-book-club by @bugsbucky​ “Bucky is a window and reader is his daughter’s nanny, and to make it a happy time for her the three of them spend the afternoon baking cookies.” and the HFTH Prompt of the day: Cookies. 

A/N: Don’t mind me I am a whore for baking prompts and dad!characters... 🤗 writing the kids is probably the best part tbh. Coincidentally I am going to be making these cookies myself with my own paddle licker. 

It had been a whirlwind of a year. You had graduated college with no clue as to what to do next but you moved to the city with your savings and a dream in your heart. Like most who try to make it in the city with few connections, your savings started to run out and you needed to look for a job, ANY job that would keep you there. Returning home was not a choice for you. Throughout your studies you nannied on the side for a bit of extra income so you applied to an agency. Your glowing reviews and degree put you at the top of their list. Soon you had a job for a single father and his six year old daughter. It came with room and board as he was often gone for days at a time on business trips. You took it without a single hesitation. 

You were close with the little girl, Faith, now. The two of you bonded immediately and she would recount stories about her mom that Bucky would tell her when she asked about her. Faith was only four when her mother passed so her memories of her were limited to those stories -- always filled with love. One that came up recently had been about how her mom loved to bake, cookies, cakes, bread. You name it she made it. The holidays had been her favorite time to do so and just before she had passed he stood in the kitchen watching Faith’s little tongue lick the batter from the mixers paddle while her mother scooped dough balls onto a cookie sheet. 

You stood by the stove making dinner and watching Faith make a bracelet as she told the story, sounding just like her father when he had told them. 

“Do you think we could make cookies this year?” Faith asked curiously. “Last year we didn’t really do anything to celebrate the holidays.”

“I think we can manage that, Faithy. What kind of cookies should we --?” 

“Chocolate chip!” she blurted out before you could finish causing you to laugh.

“You gotta go big for the holidays!” You started to scroll your phone to show her a picture of some cookies you had perfected. “How about we make peppermint and chocolate?” A flip of your phone revealed the fluffy cookies to her. 

“Oh yes. Yes please!” she begged. 

“Let me bring it up to your dad later. Maybe he can join us?” You wondered out loud.

“Dad in the kitchen?” Faith giggled, but then agreed it would make it more fun with him around. 

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A few days later you and Bucky stood in his pantry collecting ingredients as Faith read them off. He leaned in to whisper something to you while she was sounding out a word. 

“Thank you for this. I know it’ll make her feel close to her mom, and I have to admit I didn’t do well last christmas with keeping traditions alive.” 

You smiled softly “It is really no problem, I too love to bake and Christmas is a time to be together. Even in spirit.” 

Faith had given up on her struggle on figuring out the word and tugged on your apron for help. You helped her sound it out and grabbed it from the shelf. Bucky appreciated the way you helped his daughter learn everyday while still making it fun for her, he imagined his late wife would have been the same way. 

You each took turns adding the ingredients to the mixer, Faith insistent on breaking the eggs herself and pouring the flour in. You reminded her to do it slowly as her hand carefully brought it to the edge of the bowl, but soon there was a puff of powder flying into your face hovering just over the mixer. 

“OOPS!” Faith yelled out in an angelic voice. You turn to see Bucky holding back a laugh, and you couldn’t help but let your own out. 

“What is baking without a mess?” you managed to get out as you grabbed a handful of flour from the counter and blew it in Bucky’s direction. He sputtered for a moment trying to get the flour out of his mouth as it was wide open in a laugh with his eyes closed. When he realized where it came from a full on flour fight erupted in the kitchen, Faith included. 

Eventually the three of you stopped the throwing of flour long enough to finish the cookies, Faith taking the role of licking the paddle clean as you stood shoulder to shoulder with Bucky teaching him how to make the perfect cookie dough ball before you put them in the oven to bake. 

A group clean up was in order while the cookies puffed up in the oven, then as they cooled on the rack you warmed some milk on the stove top to make hot cocoa so you could all sit down and watch claymation christmas videos while enjoying the products of your work. After the movie, Bucky picked up a sleeping Faith and carried her to bed, tucking her in nice and tight so the chill in the air wouldn’t get to her. As he watched over his daughter he saw his late wife in her face, and thought about how proud she would be of her, and realized how thankful he was for you-- for bringing joy back into both of their lives this year.

[theycallmebecca]

Drabble: A Very Important Question

Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates (and happy Friday to those who do not). This Christmas drabble is for @the-ce-horniest-book-club​ and the HBC Home for the Holidays. The prompt today is Christmas.

Title: A Very Important Question

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: n/a

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission. 

“UNCLE CHRIS!”

The cries of Chris’s niece and nephews greet the two of you and Dodger as you make your way up the snowy path to his mom’s house on Christmas Eve.

“Where’s your bag?” His oldest nephew asks as you and Chris come into the house.

With you back turned, you miss the panicked look that Chris sends his sister.

“Maybe Uncle Chris wants to sleep in his own bed tonight,” his sister says.

“He can’t! It’s tradition!” his nephew whines. “He always spends the night on Christmas Eve."

Turning, you see Chris is getting a triple whammy of sad faces from the kids.

Suspecting that Chris hadn't wanted to put any pressure on you to stay the night at his mom's, you touch his arm and he looks at you.

"I don't mind," you whisper to him. You give him a smile to show that you mean your words.

"Come on, Uncle Chris," the boys whine.

"Dodger wants to sleep in my room," his niece adds, wrapping her hand around the dog's neck for a hug. "He loves to spend Christmas Eve in my room."

"If Uncle Chris isn't sleeping here, can we stay with Uncle Chris?" his oldest nephew asks his mom.

This time you catch the look Chris shoots his sister. You aren't sure how to interpret the look, but seeing it, you can tell something is up.

"We'd have to go home and get our stuff," Chris says.

"Can we come? We can take mom's van!" his nephew asks.

"Fine, yes," Chris says. "Just let me talk to your mom for a minute. Get bundled up."

Chris waits until he is in the privacy of his mom's office before he turns to his sister.

"Thanks for your help out there, Carly," he mutters.

His sister just shrugs with a smile playing on her lips.

"You know what I have planned for tomorrow morning," he hisses. "Now what am I supposed to do?"

"You can still do what you have planned," she points out. "We do have a Christmas tree."

Chris glares at her.

"You know what I mean," he snaps. "It was supposed to be perfect and now it will have to be done with an audience."

Her smile is a fraction too big and it gives her away.

"You planned this!" he accuses her. "You set me up!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," she replies innocently. She glances at her wrist, where there isn't a watch, and adds, "The kids will be ready just about -"

"Uncle Chris we're ready to go!" his nephew shouts.

"Now," his sister finishes. "Good luck."

"I'm going to get them sugary coffees," Chris threatens.

"Well you're staying the night so we'll all have to live with your choices," she says with a smirk before she leaves the room.

You can feel the irritation radiating off of Chris as he drives his sister's minivan to his house so the two of you can pack overnight bags. The kids, however, seem completely oblivious to their uncle's Scrooginess as they sing along with the Disney Christmas album playing on the van's sound system.

Arriving at the house, Chris tells the kids and Dodger to stay in the living room while the two of you go to his room to pack. You follow him back to the bedroom and close the door behind you.

"I really don't mind staying the night at your mom's tonight," you tell Chris. "If that's what you're worried about."

His surly attitude fades as he turns to you. "That's not what I'm worried about, but I'm glad," he says then frowns. "Is my attitude that noticeable?"

"To me. The kids were too busy singing," you assure him. "If that's not what's bothering me, then what is?" Then you remember what day it is. "I mean, if you can tell me."

"I can't tell you," he says with a wink. "I just have to rethink something."

"Whatever it is, I'm going to love it," you assure him. "So don't let it ruin the rest of the day."

"You're right," he says, pulling you into his arms. "Thank you, I love you."

"I love you, too," you reply, leaning in for a kiss, only to be interrupted by a child pounding on the front door.

"Are you guys ready yet?" one of the kids asks from the other side of the door.

"Give us ten minutes," Chris calls back. He gives you a quick kiss and then the two of you get to packing.

After returning to his mom's house, the afternoon passes quickly. Chris seems to take your words to heart and gone is his Grinchy attitude. The two of you play outside in the snow with the kids before coming inside to warm up.

With a lot of cooking planned for tomorrow, dinner tonight is pizza from the family's favorite pizza place during which the kids try to decide which Christmas movie to watch after.

You are surprised when Chris's mom announces that everyone gets to open one present tonight, but you quickly notice that no one else is surprised. Obviously, this is part of their tradition.

Everyone files into the living room and his mom passes out gifts that are all wrapped in the same plaid paper.

"1!" Chris yells out.

"2!" two of them echo.

"3!" another person shots.

Then it's pandemonium as the room is filled with the sound of people tearing paper. Not wanting to be left out, you open your present and find a set of red plaid pajamas. Looking at Chris's, you see he got a matching pair. Then he holds up a smaller shirt that is clearly meant for Dodger.

Looking around the room, you see that his sister and her family all got red and white striped pajamas pants with matching Christmas shirts while his younger sister, her boyfriend, Scott and his boyfriend got the same plaid as you and Chris. Then you see his mom, holding up plaid pants that match yours but the same shirt as her daughter's family.

"Everything has been washed," his mom announces. "If anything doesn't fit, let me know, I bought extras and we will find something." She glances at the clock on the wall. "Let's get changed, I believe the Polar Express is scheduled to leave the station in fifteen minutes."

The kids squeal with excitement and race for the stairs.

Thirty minutes later, you are all dressed in your Christmas pajamas and settled as The Polar Express plays on the TV. 

After the movie ends, his mom reads 'The Night Before Christmas' and then the kids are sent upstairs to go to bed while the adults watch another Christmas movie.

Only once the second movie ends does Santa make "his" appearance as the men bring in Santa gifts hidden and the women fill the Christmas stockings.

Then it's bedtime and everyone goes upstairs.

It's five am when Chris wakes up. He isn't a morning person, but he always wakes up early on Christmas morning.

Glancing across the bed, he smiles when he sees you still fast asleep.

Slipping out of bed, he leaves the room to go to the bathroom. On his way back, he pauses at the top of the stairs to see if he hears anyone downstairs. Hearing nothing, he returns to the bedroom and pauses when he sees you sitting up in bed.

"Merry Christmas," he greets you. Then the idea comes to him. "Let's go downstairs."

"I have to pee first," you tell him.

"Alright, I'll meet you downstairs then," he says.

He waits until you leave the bedroom before he opens his suitcase and pulls out the small box he'd put in there while he'd packed the day before. He quietly goes downstairs, not wanting to wake anyone up just yet.

Entering the living room, he finds the room lit only by the Christmas tree lights and he gets into position as he waits for you to come into the room.

Butterflies flutter in his stomach as he hears you coming down the stairs.

"Chris?" he hears you call.

"In here," he calls back.

Walking into the living room, you freeze when you see him down on one knee in front of the Christmas tree.

When he says your name, your feet move of their own accord and you soon find yourself standing before him.

"I'm still not entirely sure what I did to deserve you," he says with a nervous laugh. "But I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," you answer.

He slides the perfect engagement ring onto your finger and then he stands up. He pulls you against him and kisses you.

It isn't until the two of you hear cheers that you realize you are no longer alone.

Turning, you see that his entire family is standing in the doorway, wearing big smiles on their faces. Then you spot the bottle of champagne and a second of sparkling cider in his brother's hands and see that his mom and sisters are holding cups. They'd all known.

"Seriously, guys?" Chris sighs, but even you can tell he is faking his displeasure. "Did you have a bell on our door or something?"

"You always wake up at the same time on Christmas morning," his mom says, leading everyone into the room. "It's the only day of the year that his internal clock works exactly the same," she adds as a side note to you. "We just wanted to celebrate with you guys."

Drinks are poured and toasts are made, most of them welcoming you into the family, but a few are good-hearted teases directed at Chris, which make you all laugh.

In the end, it's a beautiful start to Christmas morning, even if you're all slightly tipsy.

[eurynome827]

For @the-ss-horniest-book-club Home For The Holidays - Day Nine - Gingerbread House Decorating

I combined this with a Drunk Drabbles prompt from my dear @bugsbucky "Making a gingerbread house with chubby!bucky"

"Bucky Barnes."

He smiled at you, all mischief and chubby cheeks, but his words were muffled. "Yeshhh?"

"You steal any more of my candy and I'm gonna kick your ass."

He swallowed, eyes wide but a smirk growing. "Really, doll? I'd like to see you try."

"You know I can do it." Slapping his hands away from the candy bowl, you couldn't help a laugh. "C'mon Buck, I won't have enough to finish. Help me out here."

"Sorry, sugarplum," he kissed the top of your head, massaging your shoulders as you piped more royal icing onto the roof of your carefully constructed gingerbread house. You turned to smile up at him.

"Want to help?"

Bucky pulled a chair close to you, and you both stuck M&Ms and peppermint candies into the icing until you pushed back from the table, admiring the finished product.

"It's so pretty!"

"Like you," Bucky dabbed a little icing on your lips and leaned forward to kiss it off. You sighed into the kiss, all animosity regarding candy theft forgotten.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Home Alone

A/N: Written in the spur of the moment actually! As a part of The HBC Home for the Holidays. For @the-th-horniest-book-club @the-mcu-horniest-book-club

Day 7 prompt being Holiday Movies.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: None.. holiday fluff

Loki/Tom Taglist: @delightfulheartdream @what-a-flammable-heart

Everything Taglist: @godofplumsandthunder @ladyacrasia @agustdowney @swaggysposts @littlegasps @little-baby-vixen @another-stark-sub @supraveng @kahlanmars @marvelgirl7 @disappointmentofthefam @pandaxnienke @tom-hlover @just-the-hiddles

...

You were currently sitting on the couch, cosied up under warm blankets with Loki whom you had managed to convince to join you for a movie night, hands gripping a steaming mugful of hot chocolate you’d just prepared.

Convincing the God proved easy once you bribed him with hot cocoa, his new favourite Midgardian drink and the movie didn’t need persuasion since he wasn’t that keen also had never heard of Home Alone.

Every now and then you found him reacting in favour of the thieves trying to break into the McCallister house.

“These mortals need to be taught a thing or two about thieving, they’re pathetic!” Loki mumbled under his breath, just enough for you to catch and look at him astounded.

“What did you say?”

“I mean look at them. They can’t fool an eight year old child? I could do it in my sleep.”

You laughed out loud making Loki furrow his brows at this outburst. As much as he enjoyed watching you laugh and be yourself around him to which he’d never admit, he was left quite confused.

“You know we’re actually on Kevin’s side right? The thieves are the bad guys.” You managed to get out after you calmed down a little, emphasising on ‘bad guys’ - a term still a foreign concept to the God, he was getting used to the fact that it wasn’t a part of what they were as a team now.

Showing ‘Midgardian’ films to Loki was always a treat. The kind of perspective you never asked for but were left utterly astonished after finding out.

[fxckbuckyscoming]

27: Regifting || Recovery!Bucky x Reader

Summary: You regift one of your useful presents to Bucky who needs it more than you.

Warnings: None but Bucky is in recovery so he’s shy and a little withdrawn from the team.

Authors notes: Well fuck, I didn’t expect to almost finish this challenge tonight 😳 this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club’s home for the holidays challenge

From your own room, you could hear the scream that tore up from the depths of Bucky’s mind every night. He’d walk quietly into the dining room the next morning with heavy bags under his eyes, sometimes accompanied by red eyes and tear streaks down his cheeks.

You’ve had your problems with sleep for a long time too, and the little device you have locked away in your bedside drawer was a godsend. It was Christmas, or the day after and it was now or never.

You reset the music device and loaded it up with calming and relaxing music that you thought might help. You attached a small bow on the front and walked down the hall towards his room and knocked quietly. Your knock was so quiet that you weren’t sure if he heard you, and you raised your hand to knock again when you heard the muffled footsteps behind the door and the lock clicking. The door swung open slightly, his one eye peeking through the crack.

“Hey.” You whispered, offering a small friendly smile. He opened the door wider and smiled back. “Can I come in for a second? I have something for you.” He remained quiet and stepped aside. His room was very tidy, everything put away neatly. He sensed your eyes looking around the room and he blushed.

“I uh- I don’t sleep.” His voice was rough with lack of use. Your smile eased his nerves and his eyes dropped down to the gift you had in your hands. Then you remembered why you were here.

“So, this might help you. It’s loaded up currently with lots of relaxing music and sounds like the rain pouring, it’s supposed to help you sleep but I can add or change anything you don’t like, it’s no problem but this is for you.” Your voice was shaking. The first time you’ve spoken to him since he got here months ago, the first time you’ve been alone with him.

“Oh, thank you so much you’re so kind.” Bucky held his hand out to take it from you. His fingers wrapped around the earbuds and he looked confused. “Where do these go?”

A very lighthearted chuckle escaped before you could stop it. Not because you thought he was stupid, he wasn’t, you just thought he was adorable.

“Those are earbuds. They go into your ears so you can listen. May I?” Your feet brought you closer to him and you cautiously held your hand out to demonstrate where the buds go. Bucky nodded because he trusted you, he knew you wouldn’t hurt him but he was afraid of hurting you.

You checked the L and R side of the buds and gently tucked his hair behind his ears before inserting the buds into his ears. Turning the volume down, you started the first track and Bucky stared off into the distance with the biggest smile you’ve ever seen.

“I LOVE IT!” He shouts unintentionally because of how the earbuds are noise cancelling. You laugh and nod with him. You take a chance and reach out for his hand, giving it a tight squeeze of reassurance that everything was going to be okay, that he would be okay and you would be here for him.

[sergeant-bonky]

Bucky on Ice

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 197

Summary: You promised Bucky you would go ice skating and he’s making you keep that promise. (For @the-ss-horniest-book-club‘s Home For The Holidays theme day: Ice Skating)

Warnings: Fluff

Authors Notes: Good morning! Starting off with a quick drabble for the theme today! :)

“Come on, doll!” Bucky giggled, showing off with his spins on the ice and avoiding bumping into other skaters, “See, it’s not so bad.” 

“Not so bad? Bucky, I can’t move!” You stood wide eyed when your legs started to drift off into the opposite direction. A bubbly laugh falls from his lips and you reach out for his hands before you do the splits. 

“Let’s try this.” Bucky skates behind you. His arms wrapped tightly around your waist and you melt into his warmth. “Trust me, doll. I won’t let you fall.” He promises. Your mittens cover his gloved hands and he pushes off, your skates gliding endlessly across the ice. 

“See, it’s not so bad.” His breath tickles your cheek and you’re glad it’s cold because you would blame the blush on the winter night. 

“Not so bad.” You giggle when he does a small spin, ignoring the looks from the other skaters. Even if you did feel a little bit more confident, there’s no way you would allow him to let you go, and honestly, Bucky never wants to let you go. 

It feels right and it feels like you belong in his arms. 

[ikaris-whore]

Knot Coming Up There

Pairing: Chris Evans X Reader

Prompt: This is for Day 3 of HBC HFTH: Decorating.  @the-ce-horniest-book-club​

How the lights got themselves into a ball every year while in storage you had no idea. But here you were standing at the bottom of a ladder untangling another strand of lights and letting out a frustrating groan. 

“Would you like to switch places?’ Chris hollered down from the roof where he was waiting for you to catch up to him. The way he leaned over the edge to see you made you nervous. 

“You know I don’t like heights!” you yelled back shaking out the knot. You heard a laugh come from above you and you added “It’s not funny!” Chris of course had no fear of heights, and often would lovingly give you shit for it. 

Finally you untangled the strand in your hand and moved to the next but not before glancing up to him, hand to your browline to lessen the brightness of the sun. He reached to place the lights on the peak of the house and, his boxers peaked out as his shirt rose and he sang one of your favorite christmas carols. 

 “It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Soon the bells will start. And the thing that'll make 'em ring is the carol that you sing. Right within your heart” 

Smiling, you hummed along with him and picked at the knot in front of you, stealing glances every once in a while.