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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Blue Christmas – Christmas snippet (1)

Summary: New Year. New life.

Pairing: Alpha!(Mobster) Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader x Alpha!(Mobster) Bucky Barnes

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, Bucky loves to be a farmer, Christmas fluff, banter

A/N: Just a little snippet to this little series.

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“Alpine, come to daddy,” Bucky smirks as your cat immediately runs toward him. The white furball sits next to your alpha and rubs her cheek into his calf. “Good girl.”

“Buck, can you just not,” Steve calls from the kitchen. “Stop seducing the cat, chickens, and our omega.”

“But they all love me,” the brunette shrugs. “What can a man do if they are all over him? I must spread the love.”

“Alpha, stop seducing my cat,” you tut. “It’s worse enough that she demands to sleep on your chest, and that the chickens are all over you too. You can’t do such a thing.”

“Bucky has enough love for everyone, doll,” your alpha smirks. He gives you a wink as he crouches down to pet your cat’s head. “I can’t let them down.”

“Dada,” you sigh as your daughter stumbles toward Bucky. She calls for her daddy and holds out her chubby hands. “Daaada!” she cries and whines.

“Baby girl,” Bucky scoops your little girl up, to press her gently to his chest. She immediately calms and sniffs at her father’s neck. “You know daddy loves you, right? Aw, you’re my favorite girl.”

“You are my favorite girl,” Steve points out as Bucky is busy kissing your daughter’s head. “Bucky likes to stray, but I only want you, doll.”

“I only want our omega. How can I not love my daughter?” Bucky grits his teeth. “You love Steven jr. as much as I love my daughter. Hell, I love the cute little bean like crazy. Even though, he scrunches up his nose as you do.”

“I was joking, Buck. I know that you only love our omega,” the blonde flashes Bucky a smile. “If only you wouldn’t try to seduce the chickens all the time.”

Bucky groans.

“Alphas, stop fighting. I need your help with the Christmas tree. Steven jr. is still asleep, but the little devil will wake soon and demand my full attention. We should try to get as many things done as possible.”

“You love that little Stevie clings to you,” Steve whispers in your ear. “Like father, like son, doll. He just loves his mommy so much.”

“Steve, stop trying to seduce our omega while my baby girl is around,” this time Bucky uses his alpha voice. “I dare you to use dirty language in front of my daughter.”

“You are the one not having his dirty mouth under control,” your other alpha bites back. You sigh again, knowing that they will fight the moment you turn your back on them to take care of the kids.

“Alphas,” you raise your voice. “I will not accept fighting in my house. Not on Christmas, not in front of our children. I told you to stop acting like mobsters in my house!”

“We are sorry,” Bucky and Steve say in unison. “No more fighting. Promised.”

“Good,” you hold out your hands. “Bucky, give me my daughter. I’ll feed her before Steven jr. wakes. Steve, you’ll bring the tree inside.”

Bucky whines but carefully places his daughter in your arms. “Be careful. She’s moody in the morning. You know that.”

You chuckle as Bucky seems to have forgotten, that you are her mother. He turns into a worried mother hen the moment the kids are around.

“I know alpha,” you peck his cheek. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“I-yes,” Bucky clears his throat. “What can I do?” He watches you rock your daughter in your arms, feeling a pang in his heart. Bucky just can’t be without you or his daughter for long.

“I want you to help Steve with the Christmas tree. Sam, Peter, Tony, and the others will be here soon. We want our friends to have a nice Christmas this year too,” you softly say. “I have missed them all.”

“Yes, ma’am,” your alphas hurriedly make their way toward the front door. “This will be an even better Christmas than last Christmas.”

>>Snippet (2)

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Thief for Christmas

Summary: Memories of your and Dean’s first encounter.

Square 7 filled for my X-MAS BINGO: Christmas tree

Pairing: (Dean Winchester/Young Dean x Reader): Christmas Tree

Warnings: flashbacks, Christmas fluff

Inspired by episode 3x08. Divider by @firefly-graphics

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1991, your home, the night before Christmas Eve

“Hello? Daddy?” you yawn. Your eyes flutter open, and you roll to your side to switch your light on. “Dad, are you back?”

Swinging your legs out of the bed you hiss as you forgot about your sprained ankle. Pain shoots through your foot, and you take a deep breath as the throbbing slowly fades.

“Daddy?” slowly getting out of bed you call for your father. It’s the night before Christmas Eve and you hope he came to see you or spent Christmas with you.

You hobble toward the door, carefully to not add too much pressure on your left foot.

Your heart flutters, and you smile as you hear someone downstairs. It must be your father. You know it. He’ll play Santa this year and give you the only gift you asked Santa Claus for. Your father.

“Daddy?” you whisper to not wake your grandmother.

She’s always there, raising the child of her daughter, while your father avoids coming home. “Daddy?”

It’s a struggle, but you manage to go downstairs. “Daddy?”

You gasp as your eyes land on a boy sitting under the Christmas tree you and your grandmother bought. A neighbor, not your father, helped you put up the large Christmas tree.

“Who are you?” you put your hands on your hips as the boy holds a wrapped package in his hands. “Cat got your tongue?”

“Please don’t scream,” his cheeks are shades of red as you hobble toward the tree. “I won’t hurt you.”

“As if you could hurt me,” you sass back.

He smirks at your attitude.

“What are you doing here? Are you a thief?”

“I-I…” he drops his eyes to the gift in his hands. “I was looking for a gift for my brother.” He sheepishly admits. “Sorry. Your house was the closest thing to the motel we are staying at.”

He looks away and shakes his head.

“You’re alone on Christmas. You and your brother,” you carefully sit down next to the boy as he puts the gift back under the tree. “My name is Y/N.”

“D-ean,” he stammers. “I didn’t want to scare you, Y/N. It’s just, dad forgot about Christmas. Sammy is only eight. He doesn’t understand dad has things to do.”

“My dad didn’t show for Christmas either,” you reach out for one of the gifts you wrapped. “I don’t know if he likes cars, but I bought two model cars for my dad.”

“I-“ Dean swallows thickly as you hand him two gifts. “I can’t take these. You got them for your dad.”

“He spends Christmas with that woman again,” you sniffle. “Since mom left us. I mean, since she died, he has this other woman. She hates me.”

“My mom died when I was four,” Dean gasps. He can’t believe he just told you about his dad and mom.

“You and your brother,” moving a little closer to Dean you place your hand on his upper arm, “if you are still alone tomorrow. You could come over to eat with me and my grandmother. She makes the best food, and you’ll love her pie.”

“Pie!” his eyes round. “I-I need to see if dad comes back.” Dean excitedly says. His father long forgotten, he gets up. “Please don’t tell your granny I wanted to rob the gifts.”

“Dude,” you grin as Dean holds out his hand to help you back up, “without my help you would’ve stolen a Sapphire Barbie. You’re a lousy thief.”

“What if my brother likes Sapphire Barbie?” he challenges.

“I think he’ll like the car more,” you dip your head to look Dean up and down. “Or I got a new book. Uh-about the animals in North America. Does he like reading?”

“Sammy loves to read. He sticks his nose into a book anytime he gets the chance to,” Dean smiles when he tells you about his brother. “He’s smart, you know.”

“I can give you the book, and you can keep the car,” you offer. “We can wrap the book for your brother too if you want to.”

“Why are you being so nice? I broke into your home.”

“I know how it feels having a father who doesn’t care much about you…”

Now

“Sweetheart?” Dean pokes his head inside the room. “Baby? Uh-what are you doing?”

“I’m decorating our room, Dean,” you chuckle as Dean steps inside your shared room to look at the decoration. “Can you hand me the pillows? I got one for all of us.”

“My name is on the pillow,” he grins from ear to ear. “You got one for Sammy too.”

You laugh as Dean happily places the red plaid throw pillow on his side of the bed. “Of course, I got one for Sam. I bought one for Castiel and Jack too.”

“Aw, my girl got us all a nice pillow,” he takes the pillow with your name on it to place it on your side of the bed.

“Do you remember our first Christmas? You broke into my house and stole my heart,” you purse your lips as Dean frowns. He acts as if he doesn’t remember your first Christmas. “DEAN!”

“Sweetheart,” Dean steps closer to cup your face. He smiles before he presses a soft kiss on your lips, “of course I remember our first Christmas. You invited me and Sammy after I broke into your home and stole more than a gift.”

“You’re a cocky man, Mr. Winchester.”

“That I am, Y/N,” he smirks. “How about we show the others all the things you bought for Christmas…”

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holylulusworld · 2 years ago

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Burned Cookies

Title: Burned Cookies

Summary: You and Bucky are more than neighbors now.

Pairing: Tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Square U2 filled for @buckybarnesbingo : Exaggeration / White Lies

Square 1 filled for @sebastianstanbingo: Moving in together

Square 13 filled for @holylulusworld xmas bingo: Free Space - Christmas Cookies

Warnings: Christmas fluff, moving in together, nightmares, comforting, falling in love

Words: 1,4 k

Finally the sequel to Burned muffins

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“No! I-“ Bucky jolts up on the mattress he placed on the ground. He’s used to sleeping on the ground. For ages, Bucky didn’t have a warm and comfortable bed. He slept on the ground if he even was allowed to rest.

“Bucky?” he exhales a shuddery breath as you knock at his door. “I’m coming in, okay. Don’t shoot me.” You open the door with the key he gave to you weeks ago.

“Doll, hey,” he cracks a smile as you hurriedly make your way toward the mattress. “You didn’t have to come over. I’m good.” Bucky tries to lie.

It’s not that he doesn’t want you near him. He just needs you to believe he’s not the broken man he is. A little white lie won’t hurt anyone. Right.

“No, you’re not,” you tut, immediately checking on his pulse. “Your heart is racing, you’re sweating, and you are sleeping on the ground.”

“I’m used to no comfort.”

You choke out a sob. “Bucky, you are not the soldier any longer. You are allowed to have a little comfort and to sleep on a bed.”

“The mattress is fine, Y/N. You should go back to bed and sleep,” he whispers. “You need to go to work in a few hours.” Bucky tries to convince you to leave him be to fight his battle like he used to. Alone.

“I got the next few days off,” you tut. “Now, get up, and come with me.” You get back on your feet and hold out your hand. “Don’t make me wait.”

“You’re persistent,” he laughs now, already feeling a little better. “Give me a minute. I should have a shower and put some clothes on.”

“I don’t mind a half-naked Bucky Barnes in my home,” you grin, but your cheeks heat up. “Get some clothes and follow me. You can have a shower at my place.”

“You really want me in your home, huh?”

“I’ll leave the door open for you,” you look down at Bucky. “How about a hot cocoa and some muffins? I got leftovers from my friend’s baby shower.”

“Doll, I,” he sighs. Bucky wants to stay at his place and fight the demons haunting his dreams, but he knows you’ll not give up, “I’ll be right there. Give me a few minutes.”

When Bucky enters your apartment it smells like chocolate, hot cocoa, and you.

He smiles as his eyes land on the mug you placed on the coffee table, in front of his favorite spot on your couch.

“Hot cocoa is ready, Bucky. I’ll have a muffin for you in a minute,” you coo as Bucky plops down onto your sofa, making it creak. “Here, my I made them with chocolate and love.”

“I know you did,” he says as you sit next to him to put your head on his shoulder. “How was your day, doll.”

“It was nice. My new colleague is kind and invited me for coffee. Jenna’s baby shower was nice too.”

“Y/N, thank you,” Bucky takes the muffin to wolf it down. “I love your food. It tastes like heaven,” he chews audibly. “I don’t remember eating anything better than your food.”

“Bucky?”

“Hmm…yeah?” he takes the mug to take a large swig of the warm cocoa. “Your cocoa tastes so good. It reminds me of my mom. She always made me some when I was sad.”

“Bucky?”

“What is it, doll?”

“You shouldn’t sleep on the ground. And you need to eat better than you do. You’re a free and rehabilitated man now. A hero. Stop treating yourself like they did,” you place your hand on his thigh. “Start with getting a bed.”

“I don’t need a bed. I’m good…really.”

“Fine. Then you’ll sleep at my place from now on,” he chokes on the cocoa. “I got a big and comfy bed. Enough space for the both of us, and so many pillows and blankets.”

“What? I-“

“Eat up, and drink your hot cocoa. I’ll lock the door, and then we are going to sleep.”

“Doll?”

Bucky watches you get up from the couch. You press a soft kiss to his temple and sigh. “No talking back, Bucky. You will sleep here or buy a bed. Your choice.”

“Left or right, Bucky?” you point at the bed.

Bucky enters your bedroom. He looks around, checking it out. He hums and walks around a little before looking at the bed again.

“You’re looking for the best spot to attack an intruder, right?” you smirk. “See, I’m learning.”

“I’ll go for right. I can attack anyone entering your bedroom and protect you best,” he nods to himself.

“Alright. You can have the right side, Bucky. It’s all yours. But,” you give him a pointed look, “you are not going to steal my blanket.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky grins as you kick off your slippers. “Did you lock the door?”

“I did, Sergeant Barnes,” you shoot Bucky a wink before you finally lay down on your bed to get some sleep. “Let’s get some sleep.”

“Alright, alright,” Bucky strips off his clothes, only leaving his boxer briefs and shirt on. He watches you snuggle in your pillow as he lies next to you. “Goodnight, doll.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

You feel warm when you wake; too warm. “Doll,” Bucky mutters behind you. He’s still fast asleep as you slowly wake from your slumber.

“Bucky.”

You smile as he must’ve wrapped his arms around your body in his sleep. Now he’s pressed up against you, holding you gently in his arms.

“Doll…Y/N.”

He mutters in his sleep.

You close your eyes again, willing yourself to not fall asleep again. If you want anything, it’s to feel his warmth surround you for a little longer.

Until now, Bucky and you didn’t cross that line yet. It’s not that you didn’t give him hint here and there. Bucky is just too scared to lose you.

His friend. His shelter. His doll.

“Doll,” he wiggles behind you, slowly waking up. “Morning, Y/N.”

“Morning, Bucky,” you hold your breath when he presses a soft kiss to your neck. “Did sleep well?”

“I slept very well,” he husks in your ear. His voice is still a little rough from his sleep as he whispers your name.

“If you want to, you can sleep here every night and,” you clear your throat, “you can come over every day.”

“I can use the key you gave me,” Bucky says. “Maybe we can spend the weekend together. I got to help Sam with something today, but I’m off duty for the next few days. If I get lucky.”

“It’s a date, Mr. Barnes,” you giggle as he peppers soft kisses all over your neck.

“It’s a date, doll…”

“No…wait…” you giggle as Bucky attacks once again. He pushes you onto the couch to tickle your sides. “No…I’m ticklish…ah…no! That’s not fair.”

“Aw, doll. You are going to laugh a little more,” he smirks as you push against his shoulders. He’s so strong, and you can’t fight him. “If you admit that I’m the best tickler, I’ll let you go.”

“Y-ou,” he laughs as you squeak and whimper, “you are the best tickler, Bucky.”

“Good,” he stops tickling you for a moment. He hums and crawls on top of you to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Now, tell me what you want.”

He looks down at you. Waiting.

“I want you to move in with me, Bucky. You are at my place when you are at home. We share my bed and everything else. I don’t want you to sleep on that mattress again.”

“What else do you want?” he runs the tip of his nose along your neck, making you moan. “Doll, say it.”

“I want you,” you grip his muscular arms tightly. “I want…” you want to look away, but Bucky presses his lips to yours. “I want you and me to be more than friends.”

He pecks your lips. “Doll, I decided the moment you offered food to me that I’m going to make you my girl…”

You smile. “I was your girl the moment we met, Bucky.”

“I knew it,” he sniffs. His brows furrow as something else than your scent and perfume fill his nostrils. “Doll, fuck.”

“OH NO! We forgot the cookies!” You cry.

“Shit,” Bucky moves faster than you can blink. He runs toward the kitchen, cursing as you slowly get up to follow him on wobbling legs. “Burned…all of them.”

He sighs.

“Don’t worry,” you wrap your arms around him from behind, “we can make more. Let’s throw these away and, tomorrow, we bake new Christmas cookies…”

Part 3 >> Burned Pancakes

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