#bucky barnes christmas fanfic

[becca-e-barnes]

The Study

Not only is this the start of my 'Moving In' series, I'm also calling it my birthday piece! I turn 24 on Tuesday and I'm trying hard not to think about the fact I'm overdue a quarter-life crisis.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2.7K (oops)

Warnings: Pleasure Dom!Bucky, sub! reader, spanking, use of a vibrator, forced orgasms, kinda Dom vibes but totally consensual, degradation, safe word system but safe word not used, pet names

Summary: Bucky spends the weekend at your new house and you take him on a tour.

Minors, do not interact

Turning the key in the front door still feels odd. One of the very first changes you made to the house was installing a new locking mechanism on both doors and it hasn't had a chance to stiffen up yet.

The smell of paint is starting to dissipate but it hits you hardest when you open the front door. The hallway was one of the last areas of the house to be redecorated so the smell seems to be most noticeable right at the door.

"Damn, this place is deceptive." Bucky's remark makes you smile to yourself while you hang your jacket up. "It's a whole lot bigger on the inside than I thought."

"It surprised me too. All of the rooms are a nice size."

The house had ticked so many boxes for you. More than two bedrooms in a quiet development, a low maintenance garden, off road parking, a downstairs bathroom and the whole house has plenty of potential. The plan isn't to live here forever, after all. It should be easy enough for you to sell when you decide to move on.

You flick a few lights on in the hallway and toss your keys into the bowl on the hall table before you turn your attention back to Bucky standing in your living room. Despite the fact you hadn't removed your own shoes, he's taken his off, leaving them neatly at the doorway of the living room beside his travel bag.

He's respectful of your space; he always has been but it's nice to just have him in your space. It's nice to have him be part of it.

He walks slowly around the little living room, looking at the few ornaments and picture frames you'd collected. "That's cute." He's looking at a picture of you and your best friend, sitting on the floor of your old kitchen, laughing yourselves to tears over the fact your Christmas tree was three inches tall and cut out from the back of a cereal box. The photo brings a smile to your face every time you see it.

"Are you hungry? You've had a long day." You move over behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his clothes while he looks at your pictures on the fireplace. He's had to travel for a few hours just to get here so you imagine he's bound to want something.

"I'm okay for now." You nod at his response, taking in the fact he's actually standing in your home.

The time you have with him is limited. That's how this works but for just less than two days, he's yours. After that, he'll go back home so you've learned to make the most of the time you have with him.

"Help yourself to whatever you like. Kitchen is down the hall." You don't even really want to move but you can't stand like this forever.

He turns in your arms so he's facing you and captures your lips in his. It's a soft, slow, gentle kiss; the kind you've been dreaming of since you last saw him. You need him to feel exactly how much you've missed him without having to tell him.

The kiss lasts for minutes, far beyond its natural end but neither of you care.

After what feels like forever, your lips part but your foreheads stay pressed together, both of you determined not to pull away.

"I still haven't gotten the grand tour." He's got the most beautiful eyes and they're locked on yours to the point that you'd almost forgotten he's never been here before. "But I want to start in your favourite room."

"Well, the study is my favourite. I converted one of the bedrooms into an office space."

"Show me."

You don't protest. Instead you head out of the living room and up the stairs to the furthest end of the hallway, with Bucky following closely behind you.

"These all used to be built-in storage units around a headboard for a bed. I took all the doors off the cabinets and made it into shelving." You'd turned the room into a space that you love. The walls are painted a light shade of cream with houseplants lined up between books on the shelves. Instead of storage around a headboard, you now have book shelves, arching around your desk. The other side of the room has a sofa that converts into a bed for extra guests and there's a beanbag in the corner by the window to read on.

"I see why it's your favourite. Odd mix of books here though." Bucky's eyes flick over the titles, ranging from your collection of political figures' autobiographies, the 'Diary of an Oxygen Thief' trilogy, the selection of books providing commentary on the criminal justice system and a good few classics.

"It is. But I like this room. It'll be cosy in winter once I get some fairy lights and nice and bright in summer. Somewhere to unwind." You're thinking out loud as you reach up to close the window and that's when you feel Bucky step behind you.

"I think we should celebrate." Bucky’s voice is low, his lips trailing up the side of your neck, heading towards the spot just behind your ear that he's always loved to kiss.

"I think..." He stops briefly on his path, taking a second to inhale deeply, determined to slow down. "I think we should make love in every room of your new house this weekend."

Fuck.

"Are you sure you're up for that? Because I can really stretch it out. I'm not sure how we're going to make it work in the pantry or the downstairs bathroom but I'm happy to try."

"Your 'pantry' is a cupboard." Bucky's breath is hot on your neck, and you feel his lips have curled into a smile.

"I know. You promised every room though." You can't help but tease him, although you're half serious. It's not your fault that you're keen. Not when he's kissing down your neck like that and holding your waist so your back is flush against him.

"You're a handful." You feel his fingertips graze the bare skin of your waist and you remember how nice it is to just be touched the way he touches you.

"I might be a handful but I can promise if I have my way, after you leave here on Sunday, you won't even be able to think about cumming again until Thursday at the very earliest."

"Jesus, that's one hell of a promise." He turns you around to face him and you notice his eyes are damn near twinkling with excitement.

You've got all weekend together; there's no need to rush but you can't help the overwhelming need to feel him sliding into you. That's when you feel closest to him and it's the closeness you're craving more than anything.

Your hand cups the side of his face, your thumb tracing across his freshly shaved jawline and you allow yourselves a second to just be together.

He smells familiar. The heat of his body against yours makes you feel safe. He makes you feel safe.

"I want to start with you though. I brought you a little something." He kisses your lips gently and smooths a hand down over your hair before he retreats downstairs to the bag that he'd brought a few changes of clothes in.

He returns with a small cardboard box with the tape on one end already cut.

"I didn't have time to wrap it. It arrived last minute." You're so busy trying to get into the box that you hadn't even noticed.

Inside the box are a few instruction manuals, a thin white cord and a black satin pouch. Inside the pouch is a neon pink toy that's thicker at each end, narrow in the middle and nicely curved.

"I've already charged it and paired it to my phone. This end slips inside you." He points to the thicker end, studying your face to make sure you're okay with this.

And why wouldn't you be? This is pretty damn close to a dream come true.

"Remember what you said last time I saw you? You wanted me to spank you. Maybe we should take it a little further." He's always been hesitant to do anything that would hurt you and that fact is the very reason you want him to. You know how much he wants to protect you and knowing he cares about you has you convinced that he's the right person to explore this with.

"Please." You whisper, beyond excited at the thought of getting everything you've begged him for. "What did you have in mind?"

"I'm thinking about you bent over this desk with this inside you and we'll start off with a couple of light taps to that pretty ass." He presses the button on the narrow part of the toy and it give a short buzz, coming to life in his hands.

Fuck, you're into this man. You're into his hesitation just as much as you're into his willingness to try something new.

"Traffic light safe word system. 'Red' and I'll stop, 'amber' and I'll give you a break, 'green' to keep going." He wants to be fully sure you know you're in control here, not that you ever had any doubt.

You nod and stretch up on your tiptoes to kiss him, this time with as much passion as you can manage. Your hands run through his hair while his trail over your body, your tongue flicking gently against his.

Just being around this man makes you wet, not that you'd ever admit that to him. Even the thought of him has you throbbing with arousal so now that he's here in front of you, your whole body feels like it's buzzing.

He touches you like he can't get enough. He can't get you close enough and it's beyond thrilling to be the subject of his need.

It's almost embarrassing that you get yourself worked up so easily but from the hungry look in his eyes when you undo the button of your jeans, he doesn't seem to mind.

You step out of your jeans and panties and Bucky helps you out of your top and bra, leaving you naked in your study.

"Look at you." Bucky sounds like he's almost in awe, no matter how many times he's seen you naked.

He kisses you again, matching the same passion he'd had earlier, trailing his hands over your soft, warm skin until his fingers are nestled between your thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked." His fingertips trail between the folds of your sex, gathering the wetness he's responsible for. "Good girls don't get this wet at the thought of being spanked. You know that, don't you?"

You're almost too turned on to even respond to him. "Bend over. I want to see how well you take your toy."

You do as you're told, bending over your desk while Bucky drops to his knees behind you to slip the toy inside you. You feel him trail the thicker end of the toy against your slick cunt, gathering enough wetness to let it slip inside you comfortably.

Within a minute, the toy comes to life inside you and there's no way to stifle the moan that catches in your throat.

Not only is the internal part vibrating at a low, delightful buzz, the other end is pressed right to your clit and is stimulating it at the same strength.

"Did I say you could make a sound?" Bucky quizzes, sounding harsher than ever and when he gets no response, his hand comes down on your ass with so much force that it makes you yelp.

It was a hell of a spank and you can feel heat blooming under the skin of your left cheek, quickly followed by another spank to the right.

"For the record, you can make as much noise as you need to. But only because I've told you that you can. You see the difference?"

You force yourself not to nod and it has the effect you were hoping for. Two more harsh, painful spanks are delivered, one to each cheek, the same as before.

You don't know if you imagined it but the toy inside you feels stronger. You can't be sure if you're just focusing on the pleasure over the pain or if Bucky really has turned it up.

"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?" He needs to know you're enjoying this because a little part of him is surprised at just how much he's into it. He gets to control both your pleasure and your pain because you want him to and the trust alone is enough to get him off.

"Feels amazing, fuck. Making such a mess." Stringing sentences together isn't easy but you swear you're about to cum already. Your nipples rub delightfully against the wooden desk and you swear every sensation is heightened.

"I wish you could see the mess you're making. Looks fucking delicious." He turns the toy up ever so slightly but that's enough to send you spiralling, gripping the edge of the desk as pleasure ripples through your entire body.

You can do nothing but sob, cumming relentlessly because he's refused to turn the toy down. Even after you're done, he keeps it at the same intensity, moving on like nothing happened.

"You say the sluttiest things. That promise of yours to totally drain me. Who says shit like that? So fucking filthy."

"I mean it. I want every drop of cum you can give me. And then more." You know saying something like that will earn you another spank and it does.

"You're not just acting like a slut. You are a slut. You spend your life hiding it from everyone else but you can't hide it from me." A shiver runs down your spine. You almost feel like you've been caught. Like he's figured you out and now you have nothing left to hide. "Say it."

It's a clear instruction but saying it makes it real.

Your hesitation earns you another sharp spank, heat prickling both your face and your ass at the same time.

"Don't make me tell you twice." For someone hesitant to slip into a dominant role, he's absolutely nailing it.

"I'm your slut." Your voice is less steady than you would've hoped but the words at clear at the very least.

"My slut?" He almost sounds like he can't believe what he heard.

"Yours. Your slut." You repeat, wishing you could see his face.

"Oh sweetheart, that's cute." He means it too. He turns the toy up as a reward and even though it's only at half its full strength, you can't help but cum again, pleading your way through another blinding orgasm.

"Such a good girl for me. That's it. Cum nice and hard. Give that slutty little pussy what it needs." He lands one more harsh spank on your ass and you swear it only makes you cum harder, to the point that your legs are shaking.

But all of a sudden, the sensation stops completely.

"B-Bucky?" You ask, turning around to look at him, wondering if something went wrong.

"Don't want to wear you out, sweetheart. I think that'll do for now." You agree that it's probably a good place to stop and you have no problem taking the toy out for a while.

He pulls you in close, resting your head on his chest, letting you catch your breath while he holds you and kisses your forehead.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" His voice is soft, hoping that you'll tell him the truth.

"No. It was perfect." You smile, capturing his lips in yours, hoping to relieve some of his fear. You're almost giddy with excitment. It truly was everything you needed and you fully intend to thank him for it before the weekend is over.

"Good. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would." He's back to the gentle, tender touches that you're so used to from him and it's a blessing that he can flick so effortlessly between both personas.

"How about we order in and stick a movie on?" He suggests, kissing the tip of your nose. "Go put on something comfortable. I'll find a takeout."

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Secret Santa | Bucky Barnes (5th Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

We’re almost half way there! I hope I’m not boring you guys 😅 ya girl had a lot of fun writing this one!

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Christmas is one of the most wonderful times of the year. It’s a time to be with family, friends and the people who love you. It’s a time where people give back to those in need. It’s a time where the world seems like there’s magic in the air.

It’s also a time where one can express their true feelings towards a special someone.

Though that seems like it’s easier said than done.

My fear of rejection has always held me back ever since I first met you. You have always been so constant and loyal and patient and loving… It's no wonder why I fell for you. You are a true beauty, anyone with common sense could see that. I’ve been waiting for the perfect opportunity to tell you how I feel ever since I realized how important you became to me.

Every year, Tony likes to throw a big Christmas party filled with multiple people who I don’t really care so much for, if I’m being completely honest. Soon right after that event, he’ll throw a small one reserved for family and friends only. There, is where we have our annual Secret Santa and every year I’ve been waiting to draw up your name.

This year, I finally did.

I held onto your box carefully in my hand, making sure I don’t accidentally misplace it while I anxiously fidgeted with my free one as I looked for you in the small crowd. I spotted Steve and Nat chatting at the mini bar while she served him a drink. Bruce was too busy talking to Tony about some new science experiment he’s been working on and wanted his input. Sam chatted away with Thor while playing a losing game of darts against Clint. Why he chose to go against him, I’ll never know.

It seemed like everywhere I looked, the one person I wanted to see wasn’t there. I bit my bottom lip as my eyes continued to search around the room.

“She’s not here yet.”

“Yeah, I know I just – …” I looked to my right and saw Wanda standing next to me, a knowing smile on her face. “Who are you talking about?” She just chuckled and raised a quick eyebrow. “You know who.. Sorry, I couldn’t help it. Your thoughts were just so loud and I had to come over and help quiet them down.”

I bowed my head in embarrassment. “Sorry.” She shook her head. “Don’t be. It’s kinda cute seeing the White Wolf fawn over a girl.” My head lifted back up quickly as she continued. “We never get to see this side of Bucky. It’s a nice pace from the constant brooding and staring contests you and Sam get into.”

“We do not – ”

“Yes you do, but that’s besides the point. Your girl isn’t here yet so I took the liberty of calling her and asking where she was before coming to talk to you. She’s a few minutes away.” She gave me a small smile as I returned one back to her. “So um with that being said.. how long have you..?”

She held her hand up to stop me from talking. “A while. You’re not exactly quiet or subtle with your thoughts.” My face must’ve been crimson red as she just laughed. “Oh my God..” I covered my face with my hand and shook my head. “I am so sorry about that.. um.. you – you haven’t – ”

“Don’t worry, Bucky. I haven’t told anyone, so your secret is safe with me.” She made a motion of locking her lips with her fingers and throwing away the key. “It’s not mine to tell anyway.”

“Thank you.”

She glanced around the room and softly hummed to herself. My thoughts must’ve been too loud and now I’m just paranoid at how long she has heard me. “I didn’t say anything before because one, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment and two, I was too busy freaking out about the fact that you’re in love with my best friend and I’ve been wanting you two to get together since forever.”

I laughed at the absurdity and held your gift close to my chest. “I’m not sure what to say. I’m embarrassed either way.” She turned her head towards the entrance and smiled. “You should fix your tie, Mr. Barnes. Ms. Y/L/N is straight ahead.” I followed her gaze and felt the literal wind get knocked out of me.

There you stood in a dark red dress that hugged your curves perfectly. The v-neck accentuating your assets in the best way possible and the way your hips swayed side to side as you walked more confidently my way made my brain short circuit. You look absolutely breathtaking. “You got this, Bucky. I’m rooting for you.” Wanda spoke as she left my side to meet you halfway to greet you in a hug.

I watched as the two of you started a short conversation. My gaze drifted up and down your figure. You seemed to outshine all of Tony’s expensive decorations as you chatted away with your friend. I guess you seemed to notice the way my feet were glued to the floor and you suddenly made your way in front of me.

“Hey, you.” You smiled and opened your arms, your gift bag swinging back and forth in your hand. “Hey, doll.” I smiled and embraced you in my arms, your perfume overwhelming my senses and becoming intoxicating. I want to dive my face deeper into your neck until I can figure out that sweet scent of yours.

God, what is it you wear that makes you smell so heavenly?

Pulling away, I noticed the gift in your hand. I motioned over to the bag and asked, “Who’s it for?” You lifted it up and proudly smiled to yourself. “Okay, don’t tell, but it’s for Thor. For a guy who’s so easily amused by everything, it was surprisingly difficult to find something.” You looked down at the box in my hand and pointed. “How about you? Who’s your secret Santa?”

“Uhh haha it’s.. It’s a secret.” I watched as your mouth hung open in surprise and couldn’t help but chuckle. “What? That’s not fair! I told you who I got.”

“That’s on you for answering! The whole point of a Secret Santa is to keep it a secret.” You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms above your chest. “I can keep a secret!” I hummed and shook my head. “Apparently you can’t.” I laughed and looked down at the box in my hand. “And besides, this gift is going to someone really.. special.”

I missed the way your face slightly fell by me being too busy looking at the gift that’s actually meant for you. “Well, I’m sure whoever it is, will love it.” Noticing the slight change in your tone, I glanced up and saw you smile up at me. “I know I would.” I could feel my heart wanting to beat out of my chest at the thought of you opening your gift and you finally realizing how I feel.

I quickly glanced at the box and debated if I should just tell you that it’s yours, before Thor made his way over to us and greeted you in a giant bear hug. “Miss Y/N! You finally made it!” You laughed in his embrace as you hugged him back. “I was beginning to think you would be too late to try any of the Asgardian deserts I brought with me. The tiny human of ants seems to enjoy them.’

“Oh, well if Scott is eating, I better quickly grab something before it’s all gone.” You smiled as you turned your attention back to me. “I’ll see you later?” I nodded and smiled, raising my hand up as if to say ‘go’. “Yeah, sure. Of course. You’ll know where to find me.” She nodded and followed after Thor. “Of course, I can’t help myself too and have eaten more than I’d like to say.”

“Okay, now I definitely need to grab something before you eat the rest!” Your laughter faded away as I stayed rooted in place. I know you’re friends with everyone here and I would never tell you who you can and can’t hang out with, but a selfish part of me just wanted one evening where we wouldn’t be interrupted and I could just tell you everything. The weight of the box in my hand suddenly felt heavier than before.

I sighed and made my way over to the mini bar. I sat the present on the counter next to me and looked up at Nat. “What’ll ya have, soldier?” She asked and raised an eyebrow. “Just a beer, thanks.” I leaned my head against my hand as I kept my gaze on the counter. She placed the opened bottle in front of me and I reached for it and took a swing.

“You doin’ alright there?” She asked once I placed the glass bottle down. “Mmm..”

“Very talkative tonight, are we?” She sighed and placed her hands on the counter, leaning forward. “What’s up?” I met her gaze and sat up. “Nothin’. Nothin’ I just.. it’s nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” She stated and tilted her head to the side. “Does your brooding have anything to do with a certain long red dressed girl sharing a whatever that is Thor brought?” I pinched my eyebrows together. “What are you talking about?”

“Your crush on Y/N.” She said simply as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “How do you know about that? Wanda swore she wouldn’t tell anyone!”

“She didn’t.”

“I didn’t.”

I heard two different voices at the same time as Wanda sat down on the seat next to me and Nat stood, smirking. “I figured it out on my own.”

“Oh c’mon..” I groaned and took another gulp of my beer. “You, sir, outed yourself.” Wanda spoke while holding her hands up as if to say it’s not her fault.

“So, now that that’s established, I’m gonna go out on a wild limb here and say that based on how close you’re keeping that gift box of yours near you, she’s your Secret Santa?”

“Nat, please, don’t overanalyze me. It’s bad enough Wanda knows my exact thoughts on how I feel. I don’t need you to tease me about it.”

“Hey, I’m not Tony or Sam. I won’t tease you about it ‘til the end of the earth” She joked. “I know how to keep my mouth shut.” I looked to my side and saw Thor’s arms around you, clearly enjoying and thanking you for your gift as you smiled against him. Seeing how happy you looked with him made me second guess if I should just quickly run out to go find something else to give you.

What if my gift was too personal?

“You have nothing to worry about, Buck. Trust me. Because it’ll be from you, I just know we’ll be hearing about it for weeks.”

That’s kind of what I’m afraid of.

Wanda nudged my shoulder and smiled. “C’mon Barnes, Steve told us how much of a charmer you were back in the days. You tellin’ us you can’t sweet talk our Y/N and show her your fun flirty side that I know is deep down inside?”

I chuckled nervously and shook my head. “Heh I – I don’t know. It’s been a long time since I’ve asked someone out on a date.”

They both shared a look that made me feel like I was out of the loop on some kind of inside joke. They seemed to be having a whole conversation in their heads as I sat in between them. Nat's eyes motioned over to me as Wanda tilted her head at me and I suddenly felt like I was being watched and very much exposed.

“You know, you’re both acting as if I can’t tell you’re talking about me.” I raised an eyebrow as Nat waved me off. I chuckled to myself and brought your present closer to me. I know my gift isn’t much and I might make a fool out of myself, but it was give me so much pride to see you show off –

“She won’t reject you.” I looked up at Wanda and furrowed my eyebrows together. “Just.. trust me. She won’t turn you away, in fact she might be very flattered and is dying for you to do something and, oh I don’t know.. make a move?” My eyes slightly widened as I looked back and forth between her and Nat as she just nodded her head.

My gaze found you leaving Thor’s arms and walking over to the back door, opening it and disappearing behind it. “Merry Christmas, Bucky.” Wanda said as I stood up, getting ready to go towards you before stopping my movements as something clicked in my head.

“You..?” She nodded her head. “I couldn’t figure out what to physically give you and I couldn’t go another day hearing you two pine over each other. So I thought of the next best thing, giving you the confidence to go get your girl is the best gift I could give you.” I gave her a smile as she swatted her hand back and forth as if to push me away and laughed. “I can’t wait another minute. Go!”

I quickly grabbed your present and started walking backwards. I couldn’t wipe the smile off of my face. “Thank you, Wanda! I owe you big time!” She waved me off as I turned around and made my way towards the door you just walked out of a few moments ago.

I firmly held the box in my hand and took a deep breath. I reached for the door handle and opened it, leaving the warm atmosphere of people chatting away while soft Christmas music played in the background and followed you outside.

The sound of the door opening and closing caught your attention as you quickly turned to see who now stood out here in the open with you. “Bucky.” You smiled at me. “What are you doing out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing..” I slowly walked closer and noticed small goosebumps on your skin as you tried to ignore the cold air. You hugged yourself, trying to keep warm as the wind blew your hair away from your face. “.. Coming out here without a jacket. Don’t you know how cold New York gets during winter?”

I unbuttoned my jacket as you shook your head, holding your hand up as if to stop me. “Bucky, no. I’m fine, really.” I slipped off my sleeve and switched the present to the opposite hand to slip off the remaining sleeve. “Mm-mmm, if my momma could see me now and see that I didn’t offer up my jacket to a beautiful girl to keep warm, she’d smack me on the back of my head and tell me off.” I chuckled and placed my blazer on top of your shoulders.

You brought it closer to your body and softly smiled at me. I can’t quite tell if the pink on your cheeks is from me or the cold, but I’d like to think it had somethin’ to do with what I just did. I couldn’t help the giddy feeling I had in the pit of my stomach of you wearing something of mine. “Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to.”

“What if you get cold?”

“Doll, don’t you worry about me one bit. I’ll be okay, I promise you.”

We both smiled at each other as you gripped onto my jacket to help shield you from the cold. “By the way, you didn’t answer my question earlier. What are you doin’ out here?”

“Well, Thor suggested we bring out the karaoke machine and I needed to find a way out from embarrassing myself.” You laughed as you turned to look out at the night sky. The moon seemed to shine against your skin, highlighting how soft your features are. It makes you look like a goddess, that you’re too beautiful to even look at.

“Ahh, we wouldn’t want that, now would we?”

“Tony would’ve recorded it and had blackmail over my head for years! Poor Thor, doesn’t realize what he’s gonna get himself into.”

I laughed and wondered if anyone is tipsy enough to join in or if it’s gonna be a solo concert by our one and only God of Thunder. Here’s hoping he at least has a decent voice. “Ahh, he’ll be okay. He’ll have fun regardless.”

You softly hummed as you took a quick peek at my hand and noticed the present I’ve still yet to give. “I um.. I actually saw you walk out and was wondering if I could steal a little bit of your time? Without any interruptions.” You looked up at me and smiled. “Well… it looks like it’s just the two of us out here. I don’t think anyone is gonna come outside into the cold.”

“You did.”

“That’s besides the point.” You laughed and subtly glanced down at the present once more before meeting my gaze. “Somethin’ you wanna talk about?” I cleared my throat and raised my arm up to scratch the back of my neck. “Yeah, actually um.. I’d say it’s pretty important considering it’s about you.”

“Oh? Okay uh.. what’s goin’ on?”

I took in a shaky breath and held up the box in my hand, extending my arm towards you and watched your eyes slowly widen. “Merry Christmas, doll.” You hesitantly reached for the box and looked down at the pretty wrapping before tilting your head and meeting my eyes.

“Me?”

I nodded.

“You.”

You softly smiled and started unwrapping your gift, the sound of the paper ripping made me hold my breath in anticipation as I watched your reaction once you popped the small box open. Your lips parted as you took in my gift and I waited for any sign of discomfort or disappointment. You reached in and pulled out my dog tags, your thumb running along the metal engraved with my name.

“Bucky..”

“You’re always playing with them whenever I’m not wearing it and.. and I saw you slip it on once when you thought I wouldn’t notice. I just thought.. I thought that maybe you’d like to keep them safe for me.”

You stayed silent as you continued looking at my necklace in your hand. I tried analyzing your reaction, but my nerves wouldn’t let me be rational and my mind went straight to you not liking your gift. Suddenly feeling very exposed and cold, I quickly tried to rush out apologies if your present wasn’t something you would want.

“I’m sorry if it’s kinda shitty. I just figured you’d want it since.. I can just take it back and get you something else if that’s what you – ”

“No!”

I went to reach for the necklace but stopped in my movements at your sudden exclaim. My necklace held tightly in your hands against your chest, your body slightly turned away as if to protect it from being taken away.

“I – I mean..” You looked down at the piece of jewelry in your hands and held it up so it now dangled in front of the both of us as I waited to see what you would do. “I’m known to keep things safe..” You bent your head down and slipped the necklace on, as it now lay nestled against your chest.

You looked down and reached your hands up to it once again as you smiled. “Especially when it’s something as special as this.”

I smiled, finally feeling a sense of warmth spread across my face as I watched you admire something of mine and wearing it with pride. I slowly walked closer to you and lifted my left hand up, reaching for the necklace. My fingers ran through my engraved name, metal meeting metal, and softly smiled looking up at you.

“It looks better on you.”

I watched as your eyes crinkled with happiness in them and your smile continued to grow as I let it fall back against your chest. I reached up and pushed a strand of your hair away and placed it behind your ear as your head tilted towards my hand. I hesitantly held it centimeters away from your cheek as you lifted your hand to place on top of mine, bringing it down so I could feel you against me.

I watched you hold onto me and close your eyes, sighing in content. I slowly rubbed my thumb against your cheek as I studied every feature on your face, not sure when or if I would get this opportunity again. We were standing so close that I was almost so sure you could hear my heart beating erratically against my chest. “If you’re gonna kiss me, Barnes, you should do it before the moments’ gone.”

My lips parted in surprise as your pretty little eyes opened and met mine. I saw you glance at my lips for a moment as you slowly leaned your body in closer towards mine. I bent my head down and brought your face closer to mine. Your breath fanned against my cheek as you fluttered your eyes closed, letting out a soft, “Please..”

Who am I to deny you a kiss?

I closed the distance between us and connected our mouths together, your cold lips finally meeting mine and everything felt like it was slowly falling into place. Your body fit so perfectly in my arms and your perfume engulfed my senses once again. My shoulders raised up slightly in surprise once you brought your hands up to the side of my face and reached behind my neck, bringing me closer to you.

“Mmm..” I moaned against you when I felt your fingers comb through my hair and gave it a slight tug. You smiled into our kiss and held me there, as if there was any other place I’d rather be right now. I slid my hands down to your back and felt the fabric of my jacket you still had on.

I couldn’t feel the cold breeze blowing against me or hear the music coming from inside Tony’s house. I couldn’t focus on anything but you. Now that I finally got a taste of your lips, I knew I was in trouble. You slowly pulled away as my lips chased after yours, not wanting this moment to end just yet. You let out a giggle and pressed one more kiss before leaning back so you could look at me.

“Wow… merry Christmas to me.” You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Oh my God..”

I looked at your lips and felt myself wanting to go in once more so I could feel you again, but before I could lean in, you lifted your hand up and placed your finger against my lips. “We should head back inside. You may be okay out here in the cold, but I am not.” You chuckled as I lifted my hand up to grab yours and puckered my lips, giving your finger a little kiss.

“I could always find a way to keep you warm.”

“Bucky..!” You blushed and turned your face away from me as I laughed and held you close to me. “Okay, okay, okay..” I smiled and held your hand in mine, intertwining our fingers together as I looked down at my dog tags around your neck. Warmth spread all over my chest at the thought of you walking back in and showing off your gift to everyone. “C’mon doll, let’s head back inside.”

You held onto my jacket tightly against you as we both walked back inside, hand in hand. “In case I wasn’t clear earlier about my gift..” You spoke right after I closed the door behind us. “I really love it.”

“And in case I wasn’t clear about my intentions earlier..” I smiled and brought your hand up to my lips, placing a sweet kiss on top. “I would love to be able to call you mine..”

You smiled back at me and nodded.

I don’t care how much teasing I’ll get from Sam or Tony because in the end, I got the best gift I could ever get.

“I would love that.”

I got you.

~~~~

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[bucks-metal-arm19]

Warnings: language, suggestive themes

Created for @chocolateeclairsmoralbackbone

Okay, but Bucky hated holiday parties. He hated all parties, really, but especially holiday-themed ones. So, you took it upon yourself to plan something for just the two of you while the rest of the Avengers left for Tony’s Christmas gala.

Hot chocolate? Check.

Fuzzy slippers? Check.

Christmas movie? Check.

Gingerbread house decorating? Check.

Decorating gingerbread houses was your favorite activity every Christmas, so it made sense that it was included this year. The thing you failed to realize though is that- while you enjoyed the creativity- Bucky was keen on precision and it was not going to plan.

“I hate this stupid fuckin’ icing! It doesn’t stick to anything ‘sides the plates in my fingers!” You looked up from where you were adding gumdrops to the peaks on your cookie roof to see Bucky chuck the bag of icing ‘glue’ across the table to the floor.

“Buck?” You asked, trying your best to stifle the giggles threatening to escape your lips.

His furrowed brows and dark, irritated eyes cast in your direction before dropping to see your perfectly-manicured edible lawn and dainty candy-cane decor.

“What?” He snarked, huffing as he looked back at his own slowly-crumbling cookie home.

“You need to add more powdered sugar.” You told him, nodding to the bowl to your left with the mound of the white powder currently sitting inside.

“Why?” He asked, voice softening just barely as his curiosity piqued but he didn’t turn to look at you again.

“Makes the icing stronger. You added too much milk.” You held out your hand for his mixing bowl and he sighed before offering it to you, a frown still on his face.

You thanked him with a bright smile before grabbing the ingredients to make him a new bag of icing that should hopefully stick to his gingerbread walls better.

“You know… you’re still doing really good, Buck. I know this is kinda silly but it’s a good way to enjoy the holidays.” You tried explaining your reasoning for adding gingerbread-house decorating to your plans for the evening.

“I can think of a better way to enjoy the holidays, doll. Christmas lights and candy canes and everything.” Your eyes shot to his face to see him grinning wickedly, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he started to rise from his seat.

“Nuh unh, Barnes. None of that!” You shrieked, laughter bubbling out of you as you shot to your feet and booked it away from your shared kitchen table and away from his new holiday plans.

[buckyalpine]

Perfect Present

Okay crack drabble time. Christmas fuckery. Took inspiration from something and flipped it on its head because why not. That’s a warning in itself. This is short and stupid. Like me :) 

“WE’RE DOING SECRET SANTA” Tony announced, already a little drunk, swaying slightly as he passed around a bowl while everyone sat in the living room “Also this time I added some extra people in there since we already did it so many times before” 

“Fantastic” Nat snorted, seeing Tony’s name scribbled on her piece of paper. “I want to switch” 

“No take backs" Tony rolled his eyes, while Bucky rummaged through the bowl, pulling one of the tiny crumples of paper. He hated secret Santa, mostly because he didn’t know what to get anyone and he hated shopping. Actually, he didn’t understand shopping. Especially during Christmas. 

Why did people like crock pots so much.

What was the deal with kitchen aid mixers.

Who is this elf, why was he always on a shelf, what was his problem, why did he always stare at him (the elf lasted two days before it magically disappeared)

But as soon as he unfolded the paper and saw the name his eyes lit up. He knew exactly what to get, there wasn’t a single doubt in his mind. This was the perfect gift. He wouldn't even have to go shopping.

****

“Who’d you get Buck” You watched him curiously while he shuffled through wrapping paper, for some reason he actually looked excited this year. 

“It’s a secret” He smiled to himself, pleased with his choice. He’d already packed the box, it just had to be wrapped and decorated. He wasn’t big on wrapping presents; you had offered to help which he immediately accepted. not at all because he had a crush on you, no sir

“This box weighs a ton, what the hell is in here?!” You grunted, trying to lift the box to get the paper around it. Bucky snorted, helping you while you looked at him with the utmost confusion. 

“The perfect present” 

****

“Rocket, there’s a package for you” Nebula eyed the colorful box curiously, a giant ribbon on top of it, dropping it at his feet. He tore the giant bright red ribbon open, ripping the paper off, tears immediately welling in his eyes, looking at the prettiest most prized possession he’d ever have. He picked it up with two furry little hands, it was magnificent.  

“He remembered” 

****

“You sent him your arm?!” 

“It was just one of the prototypes, doesn’t do much damage” Bucky shrugged, highly pleased with himself while you stared at him in disbelief. You were both cuddled up on the couch along with the rest of the team while everyone opened gifts and munched on cookies. 

“Bucky there's no such thing as less damage when there's a talking raccoon involved! Do you know where he smuggled Thor’s new eye? I’m pretty sure he hid it right up his a-” 

“Ahem” Tony stood from behind you both, a thick bundle of mistletoe tied to a stick hanging above you both. Your face flushed, butterflies erupting in your belly. 

“Shuri made like 10 of them, you can have one too doll” Bucky smirked, his eyes flicking up to the mistletoe that hung above you both. 

“I’ll take one” Sam yelled, only to be smothered by Steve, intently watching you and his best friend, mere centimeters from kissing, just a little closer....

“I want this first” You whispered, leaning into him while he cupped your face, pressing his lips to yours making your insides melt. He smiled against your lips, his tongue gently tracing your lips, deepening the kiss. He blinked when Tony bonked him on the head with the mistletoe stick, snorting when you both pulled away. 

“Okay, if you want to make baby super soldiers take it upstairs” 

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[binkszamsstuff]

Cindy Lou who

I know it’s past Christmas but life got in the way of me editing this fic so pretend it’s Christmas Day still okay? Sorry 🩵❄️🎅 merry Christmas and happy holidays! I’ll see you in the new year!

Warnings:angst, kissing, Bucky and reader are idiots this fic is safe for work but I’m putting this ⬇️ here because my blog is strictly no minors! 🔞

“Wow plum look at you go!” Bucky laughed as you almost hit a rail skating too fast to come to an easy stop.

Just as you got your balance back and stopped laughing at your clumsyness you looked up to see Bucky on his phone again. Lately, for the past two months, bucky has been possessive of his phone and always on it. Smiling at it too. It made you uneasy, Bucky had had plenty of girlfriends in the past but he was always present when hanging out with you. You had lightly asked him last week if he was seeing anyone, he didn't hear you the first time because he was on his phone.

“W-whatcha’ you say plum?”

“I asked if you were seeing anyone, you’re constantly on your phone” you repeated

“No, what? no! why would you think that? You’re my best friend you know i wouldn't hide anything like that from you” james spoke nonchalantly, he patted your head like a child right before he went back to smiling at his phone and texting.

It worried you. This year after ice skating you and him were gonna go get dinner (this usually isn’t a part of your tradition) you wanted to admit your feelings for him tonight but his recent behavior had you second guessing, for one he was always on his phone texting and he sure as hell doesn't look like a giddy school girl from texting sam or steve, and secondly when you asked him if he wanted to go to dinner afterward he was suspiciously happy. He said that it was great that you asked actually because he could “kill two birds with one stone” When you asked him what he meant he brushed you off and now he’s saying he has a surprise.

You had a feeling that he was seeing a girl and you hoped and prayed that you were wrong but the way he was acting proved you right, but you tried to take his word for it because he was Bucky your best friend and he would never lie to you. Right?

Wrong. As you walked into the small restaurant bucky’s smile grew 10 times wider, he waved to a blonde girl sitting at a four-person table. He walked over to her you followed a desperate feeling coming over you where you wished this wasn't what you thought it was. ‘No not tonight! the night I was going to confess my undying love for you no. bucky why?! Why do you have to be a stupid man?’ you thought.

She stood out of her seat he put his hand on her lower waist, lower than a friend would. She pecked his lips. You noticed everything he did or didn't do, you watched as your personal hell ripped itself into the small restaurant.

“y/n this is Polly, my girlfriend,” Bucky said him and her still standing in front of you. You wanted to cry and run away, she was perfect the opposite of everything that made you. You stared in shock.

“Uh um, h-hi im y/n” you swallowed thickly after speaking. You hated yourself you should have listened to your gut.

Bucky looked at you confused, he didn't expect your reaction to be so flat. He thought you would be so happy but now you looked pale and uncomfortable.

“It's too nice to meet you y/n I've heard so much about you” Oh god she was nice too!

The three of you sat, you wanted to puke.

“I thought you weren't seeing anyone bucky?” you asked shakily

“Well, bucky and I wanted to keep it a secret. We just wanted to live in our little bubble for longer ya know” she answered for him

“How long have you two been together?” you asked, anger creeping in towards yourself and Bucky. Yourself forever thinking Bucky could love and him for lying.

“Two and a half months” she answered again. you abruptly pushed your chair out from under the table you hadn't even taken off your coat but you felt cold like you were dying in the North Pole. You grabbed your coat in a haste. Bucky's confused eyes follow you.

“Hey! Hey y/n what are you doing?” he asked as you walked towards the exit you didn't respond. You felt humiliated and heartbroken. ‘God the man I've loved like a fool for seven years! How could I be so stupid!’ you though to yourself

“y/n get back here! Whats wrong with you?!” Bucky yelled after you while he tried to catch up with you as you walked down the street. Finally, he did, he grabbed your arm yanking you around to face him.

“What the hells matter with you?!” he said angry now too.

“I have to leave! I-i cant be friends with you anymore!” you screamed

Bucky's face dropped “Wh-what why?” he said confused and sad.

“B-because I-I just can’t okay!”

“Bullshit tell me. Now!” he demanded

“I-I’m in love with you okay!?”

“What!”

“I invited you to dinner tonight because i wanted to confess my feeling an- it doesn’t matter anymore okay. You have a girlfriend an-and she seems so lovely and im sorry that i made her uncomfortable i-i need to leave.” you said

“How long?” his tone stoic and hard, he wouldn’t let you go

“Since high school b-but i didnt realize what my feelings for you were until this past summer when we went on our trip to the ocean” you whispered ashamed.

“I-i dont know what to say” you broke his hold walking away as fast as you could. Tears finally falling. He didn’t need to say anything because you already knew he didn’t hold the same feelings you did for him.

“Wait wait y/n” you were gone.

December 21st

You got on a flight back home for the holidays usually you would take this flight home with bucky but you couldnt face him. He called and texted you all night, but the pain and embarrassment was to much.

The flight was horrible and your mom picking you up from the airport was spent listening to her cheer on and on about how bucky had a new girlfriend. Your familes were very close.

You wanted to the ground to suck you under itself.

Sitting in your mom’s livling room while your family and buckys talked and laughed was awful. You could feel his sorrowful looks on your skin and thats what really ate you alive. After some point of faking smiles you went up to you old bedroom. It was just like you left it last year and before you left to explore the world with bucky. The laughs you and him had in your old room made you tear up. When you used to get sad or when his parents fought he would climb in your window in the middle of the night. You two would watch movies, cuddle one another whichever one of you who needed the comfort. Just two kids trying to find peace in the world they share with everyone but also their own. the two of you cheering eachother up. As you looked back you scoffed towards yourself for being so stupid because how could you not tell you were selfishly in love him? Holding him while he cried or when he was angry, cuddling while watching movies or playing bored games in secret so your parents wouldn’t find out. The shorting pain in your chest when he would introduce you to one of his new girlfriends was not normal friend behavior.

Then tears fell as you sat on your bed holding a pillow to your chest. You hated that you ruined your friendship, you hated yourself for thinking bucky, the play boy who got women who looked like models could ever love you back. You beat yourself up for not shutting up and sitting through that stupid dinner and at least being ale to keep him in some way even if its just as a friend it would be better than nothing.

Just as yout thoughts of self hatred were stacking up bucky walked in.

“What are you doing in here?” you asked trying to swipe you tears away before he could see them

He sat at the foot of your bed looking at you. “Hey hey, plum,” he reached forward bringing your hands into his “you never have to hide from me”

“I-im so so sorry bucky. You must hate me” you cried

“How could i hate the girl im in love with?” he brought his hand to cup your wet cheek lifting up your face so your eyes could meet his.

“ no no” you shook your head refusing to believe him. 

“Ive been hiding my feelings for a lot longer then you plum” he chuckled sadly. “i ruined the dinner you planned it was stupid of me to surprise you with me having a girlfriend. Every girl ive ever been with as always been me trying to distract myself from not being able to be with you. I thought i wouldnt have a chance with you in a million years, i thought having you as a friend was all i was going to get and thats better then not having you at all so i never told you and last night was was the best night and the worst night of my life because i found out that you loved me and i hurt you. Last night i broke up with polly. I only want you plum, i love you too”

You pulled bucky into a kiss, it was soft, new, it held every word the two of you have ever wanted to say to each other but thought you couldnt. It was love.

“I love you bucky”

“I love you too plum” bucky smiled pulling you back into a kiss.

[fatbiatchforever]

December 15th

You prepared for this day for weeks. You were determined to get it all set-up today, so you could have everything you dreamed off.

“Do we have to?”

You shake your head in dismay as you arrange everything in front of you, “Of course we do, you Grinch! We need to get into the holiday spirit.”

“Playing Christmas music non-stop is not enough?”

You turn back to glare at him, “What are you trying to say Buck?”

He shifts on the couch to lay on his side, “Maybe we should skip all of this, get in bed and cuddle.”

“Laying on the couch, doing NOTHING, is not enough?”

His small but evident pout takes over as he gets the ball from Leo, your dog, “You’re not here.”

You smile as you gather all the supplies together, “That pout is not changing things today. If you don’t want to help, that’s fine Bucky. Get in bed and rest up.”

Bucky gets up immediately, to hug you from behind, “I’m helping, but we are staying together the whole time. We are not splitting up.”

He kisses your cheek and jaw while pulling you closer to him. 

“Fine! FINE. Don’t get too comfortable though. If I feel like you’re being distracting, you’re getting kicked out.”

It doesn’t stop him from smothering you with kisses. He follows you around and carries all the supplies, as you gather everything you shopped for the tree. 

“Okay, so the aim is to make it as pretty as possible.”

“How do we do that?”

You hand him the lights, “You go with your gut feeling.”

“That can’t be true.”

You stop Leo from trampling over the decorations, “Do you have any better advice?”

“No, but who has a gut feeling about Christmas trees?”

He hands you the light to cover your side of the tree, “Literally everyone. You have a gut feeling about everything. You should know.”

“Why would I know?”

“I mean, at work don’t you act on your gut feeling?”

Bucky looks at you annoyed, “No, we can’t go on gut feelings, Y/N. We analyze and go according to the plan.”

You knew he was lying, so you continued to look at him plainly.

“Fine, there’s a bit of that. There can’t be gut feelings for trees Y/N.”

You adjust the lights as Bucky covers the rest of the tree, “I beg to differ. You always have them and your gut feeling leads you to the right direction, mostly.”

“Yeah?”

You nod and hand him the reindeer ornament, “For example, my gut feeling led me to you. I mean, obviously, you being amazing is the main reason but it’s also because I had that feeling that anything with you would be everything I would want and need.”

Bucky’s eyes were glued to you, his smile taking over on his face, “I love you.” Leo sniffs Bucky, “I love you too Leo.”

“If you guys are done, can we please get back to the tree?”

Bucky sighs and starts hanging the ornaments, “She’s always trying to come between us.”

You scoff, “You didn’t even want him Bucky.”

“That’s not true bud. Y/N!”

“You deserve it.”

An hour of fussing later

“We did a stand-up job.”

You were done with the tree. Bucky and you were sitting in front of the tree, admiring the beauty.

“We did. Now, go, get dressed.”

Bucky sighs, “Right now?”

You get up and try to pull him off the floor, “COME ON BUCK!”

Bucky gets up as slow as he can as you throw his clothes at him.

“I need 20. I better see you both camera ready.”

“Waaiit,” Bucky pulls you back, causing you to go back to him, bumping into his chest. 

Bucky’s arm snakes around you waist and your hands automatically loops around his neck. He pulls you closer to him, his face leaning towards yours and his eyes on your lips. Whatever you had to say was stuck in your throat. Bucky closed the distance between to place his soft lips on you. And cue the butterflies. You were always surprised by how it never stopped with him. No matter how familiar you were to him, everything felt like it was one of your first. 

Only Bucky could turn something so soft and nice into a full blown, heavy makeout session. Before it got out of control, you pulled back and walked to your room.

You quickly changed into your clothes and got ready as fast as you can. You did your hair and made your face look as presentable as you could.

“Okay, I’m almost done.” You get the tripod and your phone off the counter, and walk out of the room, “Are you guys-“

Your heart melts when you look at Leo in his matching PJ set. You get on your knees to kiss his nose, “So fucking cuteeeee. I love you so much Leooo.”

“Leo looks good, but he’s a close second.” Bucky kneels down to pet Leo. Both of them in matching PJs was a sight you would hope you would never forget. Your reality had nothing on the vision you had for the Christmas photo.

“Yeah? Who’s first?”

“Me, obviously.”

You laugh, “Obviously. You look handsome Buck.”

“I have nothing on you, doll. Come here,”

Bucky peppers you with kisses, as Leo tries to knock the tree down, “Buck, let’s take the picture. I don’t know how long that tree can’t stand this bully.”

You set the tripod in front of the tree, and angle your camera right.

Bucky pulls Leo away from the tree into his lap, “Bud, you need to calm down. Be good okay?”

You took few test shots to see if you liked it, and you loved the pictures. Bucky and Leo looked so adorable, you knew what your new wallpaper would look like.

“Okay, so we’re all going to be sitting on the ground.”

You crawl back to them, “How should we pose though?” You sit beside Bucky with your hands holding his arm and Leo on his lap, “Maybe like this?” 

You click on the remote to take the picture and crawl back to your camera to look at it. You pout as you look at the picture, “I don’t know. It’s not giving ‘We’re going to have the best Christmas ever!’”

“I have an idea.” 

“Hmm?”

“Crawl back,” You crawl back to him, “Sit between my legs.” You give him a confused look, but he opens his legs for you to sit in between.

“Okay, now hold Leo.” Bucky hands you Leo, “Easy. What are you doing?” you ask.

“Trust me.” 

Just then ‘Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)’ by Darlene Love, plays on the speaker.

“Do you like it?” Bucky asks you. You nod, with no hesitation, “I love it.”

“Gimme the clicker thing.”

You hand him the button, “Are you sure you can work it?”

“Ha ha doll. Now, I want you to sing along and not think about the camera, okay?” You sang along to the music, swaying with Leo, with Bucky joining in on the ‘Christmas’ and ‘Please’ parts.

“I want you to look at the camera,” You look at the camera with Leo snuggled under your chin, “I love you so much Y/N.” Bucky presses the biggest kiss on your cheek, with his arms around your waist.

The song ends and Bucky takes Leo back into his arms, “Go, check if you got it.”

You get your phone and move back, so you could look at the pictures with him. 

“Oh, Buckyyyyyyy, I love THEM!!!” 

It looked so candid and like all of you. Leo snuggled under you, Bucky and you singing your hearts out to each other. You looked exactly how you felt about each other, especially the last one. You knew this one was it. You were going to frame it, forever cherish it.

You pull Bucky to give him the biggest hug, your arms around his neck and your face under his neck, hugging the living shit out of him, “I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH!”

Bucky laughs, “I love you too doll.”

And that is how you got your new wallpaper. Happy Christmas everyone!!!

[scottxlogan]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Tony Stark Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes's Family Members, Alpine (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Clint Barton, Jarvis (Iron Man movies) Additional Tags: Secret Santa, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ugly Holiday Sweaters, holiday romance, Swearing, Gift Giving, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sexual Content, Reunions, holiday party, Gift Exchange, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Presents, Christmas Romance, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Feelings Realization, 5+1 Things, 5 Times

Chapter Summary: The last thing Bucky Barnes wanted to do was be roped into the annual Avengers' Secret Santa gift exchange, but when Clint goes behind Bucky's back and signs Bucky up for the exchange anyway, Bucky finds himself in over his head. Bucky soon discovers that as much as he doesn't want to be a part of the event that he can't walk away from it as he's been assigned Tony's Secret Santa. Having secretly crushed on Tony for quite some time, Bucky soon vows to be the best Secret Santa ever even if he finds a few complications along the way. Will it be the key to getting closer to the one man he can't stop thinking about or is Bucky in for surprises in more ways than he ever thought possible when the holiday spirt opens his heart up to new beginnings with the last person he imagined could feel it too?

[bucky-fricking-barnes]

Holiday Helper

Title: Holiday Helper

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Panic attack, stressful holiday gatherings, generally terrible relatives, hurt/comfort, handcuffs, and mentions of alcohol, anxiety, and PTSD

Summary: While celebrating Christmas with her large extended family, the reader gets overwhelmed and hides away in the bathroom. Bucky comes to find her when things take a turn for the worse.

A/N: This definitely won’t be my last holiday fic for the year, but I hope everyone that celebrated Christmas today got to spend it with people that they love (and that love them). As always, thank you for supporting me in all the ways you do. I’m thankful for each and every one of you! This fic is a submission for @foreverindreamlandd​‘s Winter Wonderland Writing Challenge.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

Heat stifled you from all sides, but you still managed to force a smile when your mother handed you a mug of hot chocolate. The prospect of drinking something so thick and warm made your stomach turn. As soon as she’s turned away to help manage the kids that had been running amok all morning, you set the mug down on the coffee table and downed the rest of your ice water.

On your left, Bucky caught your eye for a brief moment, frowning, but you shook your head and forced your umpteenth smile for the night, turning to your uncle.

“You want something stronger?” he asked, nodding at the mug you’d abandoned on the cluttered table.

You shook your head again. “No, thank you.” Your powers were already simmering below the surface of your skin, like a volcano ready to erupt, and adding alcohol into the mix wouldn’t fare well for anyone. It was hard enough to keep them hidden now that you were using them almost every day.

“Come on, let me get you a little something. We can make your hot chocolate the fun, adult version. I’m sure your boyfriend wouldn’t mind some.” He winked and you tried not to shudder as your expression became almost unbearably tight. One of the kids sitting nearby overheard and shouted out that they also wanted the “fun, adult version” of hot chocolate, but they were quickly shushed by a parent.

“Really, we’re fine. Thank you,” you insisted.

Bucky’s right hand found your thigh and squeezed gently. The warmth and pressure would have normally been welcome, but the day had been so taxing that his touch felt like needles. A shudder crawled up your spine before you could stop it. He pulled his hand away and turned to look at you fully. You couldn’t help but squirm; everything just felt wrong. The room was too loud, Bucky’s body was too close, the house was too hot…

You stood and wiped your palms on your thighs, smiling as best as you could at the family members who weren’t distracted by the dozens of gifts being unwrapped. Carefully, you stepped around the kids and their parents sitting on the floor, then over the discarded paper and gift bags littering the living room carpet. Nobody asked where you were going, and nobody seemed to think twice when you slipped up the stairs and locked yourself in the tiny guest bathroom on the third floor of your parent’s house.

After splashing cold water on your face, you lowered the lid of the toilet and sat down. Your whole body trembled. The bathroom was silent, but you could still faintly hear the noise of the party through the vents. A child screeched with joy at one of their gifts and you flinched, squeezing your eyes shut.

Several deep breaths and ten recitations of the mantras Bruce had recommended later, you still hadn’t calmed down. All your limbs tingled with pins-and-needles and their shaking had intensified. The sound from downstairs had grown into a constant ringing in your ears. A loud rushing noise accompanied the ring, bringing it to a decibel level you were certain mere humans couldn’t handle. It was too much for even you, and you curled in on yourself as glass shattered around you and something pelted against you from all sides.

A loud bang broke through the ringing and rushing in your ears. You jerked away from the noise, but something latched around your wrists and tugged you back, pulling at you until you felt it had sucked all the air from your lungs. Gasping, you fought against the invisible grip. It gave way with ease a few moments later, and then you found yourself sliding off the toilet and onto the floor, wedged between the porcelain bowl and the wall. Your legs were stuck up in the air and bent over the closed lid while a toilet brush dug painfully into your side. 

When your eyes flew open and your fight reflex set in, Bucky stood a few feet away, his hands held up in surrender and his eyes filled with concern.

“Easy there,” he soothed. “I ain’t gonna hurt you, doll.”

You blinked, your chest still heavy as you tried to catch your breath, and looked around with wide eyes. Thankfully, the rushing and ringing in your ears was gone, making it just slightly easier to take in the state of the upstairs bathroom.

All around you, shower tiles lay shattered and displaced. Toilet paper had been strewn across the floor and the counter. The glass door of the shower was also shattered, and Bucky’s boots crunched over the glass as he waited for you to recalibrate yourself. A large crack stretched from one edge of the mirror to the other. Tiny spiderweb cracks spread across one of the corners, too. A plant lay in the broken remains of its pot, surrounded by soil and shards of terra cotta. Everything from the counter had been swept onto the floor, and the soap dispenser rolled in a half-circle until it came to a stop against the broken pot.

Swallowing thickly, you finally dragged your gaze down to your own body. You were unharmed with the exception of a pounding headache, dry mouth, and what felt like a thousand tiny cuts across the exposed skin of your face. A conjoined set of Stark handcuffs were fastened around your wrists, and the border of purple light around the thick outside edge proved that they were containing your powers, just as they were meant to do. Shame curdled in your gut.

“Bucky…” you began, your voice cracking as tears instantly welled up in your eyes.

He shook his head and stepped closer. You curled in on yourself, your legs dropping from the toilet. “Don’t,” he murmured. “Don’t do that to yourself. It’s not your fault.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, curling up into a ball on the floor and tucking your knees against your chest, inside the loop created by your cuffed wrists. “Did I hurt anyone?” you asked.

“Just you, and the bathroom, but I’m more worried about you right now. Is this why you were hiding? You felt an episode coming on?”

He was partially right, but you didn’t acknowledge that. Your powers acted up whenever you got overwhelmed. It’s something you’d been working on with the team, Bruce and Natasha in particular, but the others knew the signs of one of your “episodes”. They were always the same—itching or discomfort in your own skin, an aversion to touch and noise, and the desire to hide away from people. You’d been stupid to miss them yourself. You should’ve known that an episode would happen today—you knew how stressful it would be to spend Christmas with your whole family. You’d developed the signs over years of having to hide your abilities from them. They still didn’t know, but the current state of the bathroom reminded you that this may be your last few minutes of peace before they discovered you were enhanced.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered against your knees.

“I’m not angry with you, sweetheart,” Bucky answered. He’d crouched down to your level, bringing his voice closer to you, and you sniffled. Part of you wanted to reach out and cling to him and the comfort he brought, but the rest of you wanted to curl up and hide away from the world until all of this blew over.

“I should’ve told you.”

“Maybe,” he said. “But lots of people get overwhelmed and overstimulated around the holidays, right? I should’ve made sure we had time to take a break by ourselves after dinner. As your partner, it’s my job to take care of you, so that one’s on me, sweetheart. I could’ve used a break, too. In fact, I was coming to find you to ask if you’d be willing to leave when I realized what was actually going on.”

He shifted and glass crunched underneath him. When you peeked open an eye to see what he was doing, he leaned his head back against the towel hanging on the wall across from the toilet. His legs stretched out in front of him, his right leg almost bumping the opposite side of the toilet from you. He kept his eyes closed, but you knew he could feel you watching him.

“Are you okay?” you asked after a moment.

Bucky hummed. He was quiet for a few seconds before he answered, “Better now that we’re away from everyone. It was pretty loud down there. Crowded, too.”

“I hadn’t expected everyone to come this year. Mom said that last year there were only ten people.”

“I have to admit, when you said your Christmases growing up were always crazy, I didn’t really believe you. I never had a Christmas with this much going on at once. I don’t blame you for wanting to hide,” Bucky replied.

His acknowledgment that you’d been hiding from your own family should have made you feel bad, but Bucky somehow always made you feel better in situations where it should be the opposite. He understood what it was like to hate being surrounded. While he didn’t have the same destructive abilities you did, he worked with some of the same people you did to manage his anxiety, PTSD, and triggers. He knew the techniques you used to calm your nerves and stay in control because they were the same as his.

“You feeling better?” His voice pulled you from your thoughts and you opened your eyes all the way. He still sat in the same position, though the towel had started to slide off the bar on one end and was perilously close to dropping on his head.

You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. “The cuffs help,” you told him. “You help too.”

A small smile appeared on Bucky’s face and he opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. “Good. Consider me your official holiday helper. I’m here as long as you need me.”

When you couldn’t help but smile back, you knew you were finally feeling more like your normal self. Bucky’s shoulders relaxed against the wall as you carefully untucked your chin from your knees and stretched your legs out in front of you, just like him. 

The two of you sat in silence for a few more minutes, until finally you couldn’t take the toilet brush pressing up against your spine any longer. Bucky seemed to read your thoughts because he stood and held out both hands to help you up from the floor. The towel fell as you took them gratefully, then carefully climbed to your feet. Your legs shook a little while you adjusted to being upright again, and your stomach growled, but after a moment you felt ready to walk.

Silently, Bucky shed his jacket and draped it over the cuffs. The only key was at the compound, locked up in Stark’s lab, meaning you’d have to wear them the rest of the way home. It didn’t bother you, but you could tell from one look at Bucky’s face that he felt terrible about cuffing you.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him. “I’m alright. You did what you needed to do to help me and keep everyone safe.”

He sighed. “I know, but—”

“No buts,” you said, shaking your head. You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his shoulder, knowing that if you tried to aim for his lips you’d probably lose your balance. “I promise it’s okay. I trust you.”

After taking a deep breath, Bucky nodded and opened the bathroom door. You followed him a few steps out into the hallway.

“Wait! What about the bathroom?” you hissed. You leaned past him to check that no one was coming up the stairs who might overhear.

He turned and looked at you, then glanced over your shoulder at the open door. You’d left the light on, and from where you stood, only a few of the tiles you’d accidentally ripped from the shower were visible.

“I’ll say it was me. I got overwhelmed and lashed out.”

The guilt was back again, squeezing at your heart, but there was something else there, too. 

“Bucky…”

“It’s okay, doll,” he said, shaking his head. He gave you a small smile. It didn’t quite reach his eyes, but you knew he was only smiling to reassure you. “I’ve got broad shoulders. I can handle it.”

“But you don’t have to. I could tell them—”

He cut you off before you could even finish your sentence. “Are you ready to do that?”

Reluctantly, you answered, “Well, no, but—”

“Then you don’t have to. Your powers can stay a secret as long as you’d like. I can take the blame. Stark will foot the bill to fix it, you know he will. What’s one more ruined bathroom on my ledger?”

The thought of there somewhere being a list of bathrooms Bucky had ruined made you smile a little bit, and this time, Bucky’s returning smile reached all parts of his expression.

“Just add it to the list, huh?” you teased.

He huffed, still smiling, and started walking away. You followed him down the hall, then let him stabilize you as you carefully descended the two flights of stairs to the ground floor of your parent’s house. Chaos still reigned, and you clung close to his side as Bucky led you by the elbow through the throngs of extended family members crowding the living room and kitchen.

It seemed nobody had noticed you leave, nor did they notice your return. They did, however, notice when Bucky started to collect all your belongings and presents while you stood there in silence with his jacket draped over your arms.

“Sweetheart, where are you going?” your mom asked. She climbed over your twin cousins to put a hand on your shoulder. Everyone’s eyes fell on you and conversations began to hush.

It took every ounce of willpower not to shy away from her touch, but you shifted your weight from one foot to the other as you frantically tried to come up with an excuse. Bucky noticed, of course, because he quickly came to your rescue. 

“Ma’am, I’m so sorry, but I need to leave. Y/N wanted to stay, but we’ve got plans later with some friends of mine and it’s easier if we leave together,” he said. His Brooklyn accent coated each word like honey, and you knew he was hamming it up a little bit for her sake. “I need to apologize, too. I left a bit of a mess in your upstairs bathroom. I wasn’t feeling too well.”

Your mom’s face twisted in sympathy and she patted Bucky’s arm. If you hadn’t known her as well as you did, you would’ve missed the way her eyebrows pinched together when the prosthetic didn’t give way under her touch, but it made the frustration inside of you rear its ugly head when you did. He’d kept his arm well under wraps since meeting your family. Some of them had probably figured out who he was, but they’d kept it themselves, and you were thankful. Bucky had deserved a restful holiday, not one where he felt pressured to be something or somebody he wasn’t.

“Oh, that’s okay, sweetheart,” she replied. “I hope you feel better soon.”

Bucky nodded and smiled politely, wrapping his free arm around your shoulders. He held the gifts and your bag and jacket in his other hand, up out of the way of children’s sticky fingers and the drinks and food scattered across every flat surface imaginable. 

“Thank you. Y/N can send you the address for any cleaning or repairs you’ll need on the bathroom. I’ll cover everything.”

“Repairs? What—”

Before she could even ask, Bucky had whisked you away from her and out into the cold. You called back a “Merry Christmas” to your mom and the rest of your family just as the front door slammed behind you.

“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you home so we can get these off, yeah?”

You nodded and let Bucky help you into the passenger seat of his car. He buckled your seatbelt before loading the gifts into the trunk and climbing into the driver’s seat. Your breath blew out in white puffs as he turned the key in the ignition and buckled his seatbelt. The car had been sitting outside so long that the windshield was covered with frost, but it defrosted quickly. You were on your way in minutes, and most of your family was none the wiser.

Snow began to fall as Bucky drove back to the compound. You leaned your head against the window, ignoring the cold as the flakes fell steadily all around you. At some point, his hand wandered to rest on your thigh, and you smiled the rest of the way home.

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[sleepisaturn]

warm mugs and warm hugs

Christmas fic ⛄

PAIRING—boyfriend!bucky barnes x gn!reader

SUMMARY—as Bucky's partner you absolutely can't allow it that he spends Christmas alone.

WARNINGS—hurt/comfort, sad Bucky, a pinch of angst but this is technically a fluffy fic

A/N—I know its way past Christmas but hey IM BACK BITCHES

A knock awoke Bucky who's in bed, well more like disturbed as he wasn't actually asleep. He tried but Bucky's an insomniac; who's only effective sleeping pill is you. He groaned as he rolled off his bed, landing on the soft but rough carpet under the wooden bed frame.

" I swear to God, it's the holidays, didn't that mean I get a few days where people don't disturb— " his annoyed murmurs was silenced by the view of the person on the other side of the door. The corners of his mouth turn upwards as he saw the person through the peephole. Half your face hidden by a scarf, a box of cookies on one hand and a thermos on the other that contained hot chocolate, held by cute green mittens that he gifted you a few days prior. Pride filled his chest as he sees the green mittens being out to use.

" doll ... you're supposed to be with you're family " Bucky's raspy deep voice called and sighs as he accepts your hug, a warm feeling dancing on his stomach as the smile on his face widens when you nuzzled your head on his chest. His arms wrapping tighter around your body as he finally feels at home, the cold atmosphere of his apartment warming up with just your presence.

" and I am " your small murmured voice replied as he pulled both your bodies near the kitchen whilst still in each other's embrace.

A comfortable silence fell as the two of you untangled from each other. Your hand immediately clasping itself with his as you looked at him with lots of love but a tint of sadness as you remember the reason you were here in the first place.

He sighed seeing the look on your eyes, mistaking it for pity but he knew you were just concerned but deep down he thinks just like everybody else, you just pity him and sometimes he's scared it's the actual reason that you're dating him.

Your body immediately followed Bucky's as he turned away from you, his head turning to yours as you use your palm to gently hold the side of his face. The growing beard slightly tickling your palms as you caressed his cheeks, a sad smile forming on your face as you notice his eyes that couldn't look at yours.

" hey, I'm not mad, I'm just ... it's the holidays, it's Christmas—it's an unspoken rule that you can't be alone for Christmas, baby "

He mirrors your hand, the back of his fingers slowly caressing the side of your face. He's still cautious about touching you even with his non metal arm because just like everything in his life, he thinks he'll ruin you—hurt you and even worse break you.

You knew that, you saw a lot of times how hesitant his touches was even in the middle of very intimate moments but you're patient. You knew being with him wasn't gonna be easy but you didn't hate him for that, not even a little bit. You never got tired proving Bucky that he could never hurt you and you never will. The love you have for Bucky is unconditional.

" remind me to beat bird brain's ass tomorrow " He replies with a little laugh.

" don't even, he tried to hide it but I spot liars even from a hundred miles away.

—you told me you'd be with Sam's family for Christmas because Steve's with Sharon, again I'm not mad ... why did you lie? did you hate the idea of meeting my family that much James? "

James, he's fucked he thinks; you only ever call him James in serious situations, when your angry or worse—dissapointed.

" No! of course not doll, I-I " He immediately cups your face on his large hands, your cheeks slightly getting squished together that made him chuckle as your glare intensified.

" Sorry doll—It's just I don't want to ruin your family's Christmas incase they don't like the fact you're dating me, no parent would be calm when their child is dating the world's most dangerous assassin " He laughs as your cute face felt irresistible, even if his own words degraded his being but he couldn't control his laugh as all he could see was your cute grumpy face with furrowed brows and cheeks that were still cupped by his large hand.

" ex-assasin, James—we've talked about this and my family would be scared at first but they wouldn't hate you "

" stop calling me James, doll "

" I'm dating you, they're gonna be protective, especially my mom but that's just because I brought home a boy " You ignored his words, taking his hands off the sides of your face. You held both his hands in yours, with a tight grasp and a deep breath you look straight into his steel blue eyes.

" I love you, Bucky "

" and I love you too, you're too good for me " He said with love and sadness lacing his tone. Slightly tilting your head as you make a move to kiss Bucky. Smiling against the feeling of his soft lips with the roughness of his stubble. The two felt the warmth of each other as they explored each other's bodies a bit. You're hands wrapping around his neck while he grabs your waist with his hands.

As the two of you separated for a breather, you looked at each other's eyes full of love.

" doll, not gonna lie, I kinda want that hot chocolate now " you chuckle slightly and pecking his lips once more.

The both of your spent two hours just talking about random things while you sat on the counter and Bucky stands in-between your legs. The two of you holding warm mugs filled with hot chocolate that had little marshmallows floating on the top. Bucky could stay right here forever.

But the two of you find yourselves minutes later on the top of the rooftop of the building his unit was at, laying flat on your backs on the room's roof that was built on the top floor, so that the two of you would be closer to the stars. Your fingers pointed out one of the constellations you knew, the bright lights of the moon and stars reflecting on your eyes because that's where Bucky was looking. You eyed the stars with amazement as Bucky looks at you with eyes filled with adoration. He loves you so much sometimes he questions why you're with a guy like him.

" I suggested we go here so we could look at the stars not so you could look at me, sergeant "

" not my fault you're a much better view doll "

" god you're such a romantic and they don't believe me when I say the great Bucky Barnes actually wrote me a poem once "

" to be fair it was a shit poem "

" it was the effort I liked "

" so you do admit it was a horrible piece of literature " He said chuckling as he moves his body closer to yours, using one of his elbow to support the top half of his body. His other hand immediately holding your hand that wasn't busy feeding yourself cookies.

" I love you "

" I know "

" I love you, doll, I am so in love with you and its scares me sometimes just how much I'm in love with you " he said while chuckling at the end as a big smile was painted on his face. His smile starts to falter seeing you have no reaction and your eyes that didn't meet his.

" I love you too " you whispered almost too quietly

" good, you kinda got me there so—uh so why the sad face? ... shit, was that too sudden? " He questioned, closing his eyes as he ran both hands through his hair

" I know we've only been dating for a year and well a couple months but— "

" no, uh nothings wrong "

" okay doll, that's pleasant to here " he humors making you slightly chuckle

You reached for his hand, locking your fingers with his as your finally look directly at his eyes

" I love you all the time. Every minute of every day and sometimes you pretty much the only reason I wake up in the morning, so I guess this is it, I love you and I don't ever wanna live without you James "

Your confession made Bucky feel like he was in heaven, like all the secrets of the world was bestowed upon him by Jesus. God, you were going to be the death of him and God does it scare him that your now his biggest weakness. He'd do absolutely anything for you, he'd die for you, he'd even kill for you if you asked.

" don't ever have to worry about me disappearing doll " He said with a straight face before immediately catching your lips, both his hands cupping your face gently.

" Merry Christmas, Baby " you said as he parts away his lips from yours while still cradling your face.

" I promise, you'll never have to celebrate Christmas alone, ever "

[becca-e-barnes]

As a romantic, sentimental shit, I decided to add a little spin off to the Moving In series.

While I'm not a huge fan of Christmas, Christmas Eve always felt really special to me. Christmas Eve traditions in our family have changed a lot over the years but I'm really excited to start my own! I've been trying to imagine what my perfect Christmas Eve would be like next year and it'd be pretty damn close to this.

If you celebrate it, have a lovely Christmas tomorrow! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!

There's no way to keep the cat off the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. You've tried every trick the internet could offer but nothing stops her; except her own sleepiness.

After a long afternoon fighting the lights (and losing), she's curled up in the armchair, peacefully sleeping.

The tree is safe.

For now.

"Your fluffy murderer is asleep." Bucky hums contentedly, pulling you impossibly closer to him on the sofa.

"Good." It's about time. Even the TV playing Olaf's Frozen Adventure doesn't seem to be disturbing her and she loves that movie.

You're surprised the heat hasn't knocked Bucky out yet. Between your body heat, the matching pyjamas you're both wearing and the glowing embers of the fire, you're surprised he's not asleep too.

"What's Santa bringing tomorrow?" Bucky teases, running his hand from your hip to your waist, slipping his hand under you top and letting it rest there.

"I don't know! Hopefully the stand mixer I asked for... Maybe some baking supplies... Some cat treats maybe." You smile at the thought and feel Bucky laughing against your back.

"That cat of yours has not made it onto the Nice List, sweetheart. No chance. Santa won't be visiting her." His lips are curled into a smile as they drift from your collar, up the back of your neck.

"She's been good the rest of the year. She's only been naughty since I put the tree up." You feel like you have to protest on her behalf, even though you know Santa will be bringing her plenty of cat treats.

"So there's hope for you too then if that's how Santa works. If he excuses short bursts of naughtiness, you might still make it." His hand trails its way back to your hip, slipping just under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

"I've been good this year and you know it!" You tease, pressing your ass back against him.

"Oh see no, this is naughty." Bucky corrects you, kissing your neck with a little more pressure.

"I don't think so. You seem to like it so this is me being nice." You wiggle your ass against the front of his pyjamas, enjoying the evidence of his interest.

"Don't argue sweetheart, that'll put you firmly on the Naughty List." He knows you hate reasoning like that.

"Well, if you've been so good this year, what's Santa bringing you?"

There's a short pause but the kissing over your neck doesn't stop.

"I don't know... I don't need anything." He didn't ask you for anything for that same reason. "I have everything I need here."

"That's gross. Grow up." You know he can't see the way that made you smile so you're free to affectionately bully him for saying it.

"You're so right." He laughs, somehow shuffling even closer to you.

"I'm sure if I got down on my hands and knees in front of the tree and looked right in at the back, I could find a gift with your name on it." You go back to rubbing your ass against his crotch, tempting him to escalate.

"Sweetheart, that view alone would be enough of a gift." He's got a special way of making you feel like a temptation, without ever objectifying you. God, he's wonderful. "But I want to see that pretty face. I want to lay you down under your tree and unwrap my gift properly."

"Unwrapping your gift early will put you on the Naughty List!" You try to feign disgust at the very suggestion but really, that's all you want.

"Then I'll be the happiest man on the damn Naughty List this year." He laughs, scooping you up and laying you down on the plush carpet.

"You're more of a terror than the cat." You giggle before his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you with an intensity you really quite enjoy. His tongue slips past your lips, rubbing against your own and it's almost dizzying to start so intensely.

Your fingertips dig into his broad, muscular back and shoulders. It's easy to let need cloud your brain and he doesn't seem to mind as he sheds his pyjama top.

"We aren't matching anymore." You smile, reaching for the bottom of your own top, pulling it off in one swift motion.

"Excuse me. You're unwrapping my present for me." Bucky pretends to be horrified but your decision has its perks. He's now got full access to your breasts and it's like Christmas came early for him.

He wastes no time, sucking and kissing and licking your breasts. His tongue flicks over your stiff nipples, enjoying the way the sensation makes you squeal and writhe under his mouth.

"Bucky... Please." You whine after a while, desperate for him to move on.

"Someone's needy." Bucky smiles, raising an eyebrow before he reaches down to remove the bottom half of your pyjama set.

Fuck, he's not wrong. His fingertips trail against your sex, checking to see whether you're as aroused as you sound and he's almost surprised to find you are.

"God, you're so wet. I'm going to make this pretty little pussy gush for me." He slips a thick finger into you, followed by a second and he's thrilled to realise you'll be able to take him already. He can take the edge off for you now and then take his sweet time licking his own load out of your fluttering cunt once he's given you what you need.

"Please." You whimper, noticing he's offered you nothing awfully useful. He hasn't curled his fingers to stroke your walls, he hasn't moved at all actually.

"I wanted to take my time with you." Bucky begins, removing his fingers and taking off his pyjama bottoms. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"

You shake your head, giving in to your own desperation freely, knowing he'd want you to be honest.

"That's okay, sweetheart. Let's take good care of you." The residual heat of the fire warms your bare skin as Bucky arranges your thighs, settling himself between your legs.

"Good girl." Bucky hums, dragging his thick, bare cock through the evidence of your arousal, coating himself in the slick mess between your legs. "So pretty for me."

He watches the way your body accommodates him so willingly and your whines remind him not to keep you waiting.

His thick, leaking tip presses to your entrance and the feeling of him sliding into you is breathtaking. It always is.

Both of you stop breathing for a few short seconds until he's slid the whole way home, buried as deep inside you as your bodies will allow.

"Hey, look at me." Bucky whispers, holding the side of your face gently with one hand, making you realise you'd closed your eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He begins to pull back slowly before pressing back in, setting a slow rhythm.

If feels wrong not to tell him the same. It's wrong not to tell him how wonderful you think he is. It's not fair to let the moment pass without mentioning that you love getting to do this with him and be vulnerable but still feel safe. You love having him in your space and spending time together and getting to enjoy these tender, intimate moments at the most random of times. But those aren't thoughts for now. Those are thoughts for when you're both fully satisfied and cuddling together, breathless and tired and entirely aglow on this same carpet later this evening.

That feels right.

"You are the most incredible man I've ever met." You reply instead, tugging gently on his soft, dark hair to pull him into a kiss.

You hear him groan against your lips, offering the same intensity as before. He speeds up his thrusts to match his mouth, sliding in and out of you with purpose and a delightful need to spill his release into you as he's coaxing yours from you.

"Play with yourself." His instruction is clear and driven by his own need. He needs to feel you cum before he can allow himself to do the same and his orgasm really seems to have snuck up on him.

Your hand slips between your bodies with a practiced ease, finding the little bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing it in tight circles.

"Good girl. Fuck, I wish you knew how you feel. So wet and soft and warm." He hasn't taken his eyes off your face and that only lets you see how pleasure is evident all over his. He's almost overwhelmed and it's so lovely to watch.

"Fuck, I'm so close." You whine, begging him not to change a single thing. Not his pace, not his angle, nothing. This is perfect.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Go ahead, I'm right behind you. I've got you."

The release is all consuming for a good few seconds, your body fluttering and twitching, milking Bucky's from him and he so willingly gives it to you. He groans gentle praises as he works both of you through your highs, taking every ounce of pleasure he can get from you while giving you as much as possible.

When your peak and his have both subsided, he slips out of you, giving himself a second to catch his breath.

"If you weren't on the Naughty List before, you definitely are now." You giggle, kissing his forehead repeatedly.

"I'm just getting started." He smiles, kissing your lips before moving down your body to kiss between your thighs.

[warriorofthought]

Christmas Reunion

Summary: After many of years longing for Bucky you both meet again at a Christmas feast.

Word count: 683

Warnings: no one

Bucky x Reader 

The Christmas atmosphere seemed to permeate the entire estate as you and Bucky were finally reunited after a decade apart. The festively decorated room glowed with the warm glow of candlelight, while the cheerful murmur of the guests and the tantalizing smell of Christmas treats filled the air. You didn't want to go to the party at first, but now you're glad you did.

Then, quite unexpectedly, you catch sight of Bucky in the hustle and bustle, and your breath is taken away. He may have aged a little, and he doesn't look like he did when you were a kid, but you'd still recognise him. 

Your eyes met and for that moment time seemed to stand still. A hint of nervousness mingled with joyful excitement as you both came to a halt and finally, after so many years, you both walked towards each other and embraced.  Immediately, a feeling of security, love and the feeling that you have both been longing for for years washed over you both. The crackling of Christmas music and the soft rustling of wrapping paper set the scene for your reunion.

"It feels surreal to see you again after all these years," you confessed as you retreated to a comfortable couch.

Bucky nodded in agreement. "Time has changed so much, but at this moment it feels like we were never apart."

"It's like time has stopped," Bucky said as they both looked at the festively decorated room.

You smiled. "Sometimes it feels like we've never been apart."

Bucky nodded in agreement. "Time has changed a lot, but some things never do."

You both began to reminisce. Your words are like brush strokes painting the picture of your past years. You talk about the ups and downs, the milestones and the lessons life has taught you. Between sentences, you both felt the familiarity of your stories and the invisible thread that connected your hearts.

"It wasn't easy to forget you," Bucky said with a smile that reflected years of longing. "I kept looking for you, even though I knew you had expanded the city."

"You were always a part of me," you replied quietly. "There wasn't a day when I didn't think of our time together.”

The conversation deepened, and with each passing moment the room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their emotions. As they walked out into the garden, a thin layer of snow covered the ground and the clear night was streaked with a sea of twinkling stars.

"Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if we hadn't parted ways," you said, your eyes fixed on the snowy landscape.

Bucky put his hand gently on your shoulder. "Maybe we're exactly where we're supposed to be, here and now."

The silence of the garden was broken by a soft snowfall that fell from the sky like tiny crystals. Under the mystical light of the moon, they realised that the magic of Christmas lay not only in the festive decorations, but also in the rediscovery of love and connection.

"It's amazing how a night like this can bring back memories," you remark, your eyes fixed on the twinkling stars.

Bucky agrees. "Maybe it's the little miracles that remind us of what really matters."

The sparks between them turned into bright fireworks, and they knew that this Christmas night was not only a reunion, but also a new beginning.

Under a twinkling starry sky, they exchanged stories and glances. The warmth of their words pierced the cold night and they felt that this reunion was more than just a chance meeting. It was an opportunity to honour the past while forging a new path into the future.

Hand in hand, they walked the snowy path to the future, enriched by the knowledge that sometimes the greatest gift of love is the ability to rediscover it, even after a long journey of separation.

After all these years, you are finally reunited and you are glad that you accepted the unknown invitation too the Feast, because it was the only way to get back the love of your life.

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Dashing Through the Snow | Bucky Barnes (9th Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

We’re nearing the end of my 12 days of Christmas! I hope you guys are enjoying them!

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics!

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So many people ran past me with boxes and bags of gifts in their hands, surely doing some last minute Christmas shopping. The hustling and bustling to get home surely makes it look like that’s one way to get into the holiday spirit. The snow falling definitely makes New York look a little more… I don’t know, cleaner? Fresher? I can’t really place my finger on it, but it sure is nice though.

It looks like it might start snowing again. The wind hitting my face and cloudy skies are a definite tell sign that it’s bound to happen within the next hour or so. I quickly secured my scarf around my neck so I don’t get hit with the gust of cold air that I’m sure is making my nose and cheeks turn pink.

I guess I wasn’t paying attention because instead of looking at the people around me, my attention was now facing the cloudy sky. “Whoah!” I yelped as I lost my balance and slipped onto the cold cement. I felt the wind get knocked out of me as I let out a cough, the people of New York just casually walking straight past me to get where they needed to be. “Ow…”

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?”

I heard a woman’s voice ask me as I sat up. She had stopped and stood right in front of me, gift bags in her hands as she looked at me worriedly. “Argh, yeah I’m fine. Just.. slipped.” I chuckled. She placed down her bags and held out her hand in front of me. “Oh, no you don’t have to – ”

“Yes, I do. No one else seems to think of helping.” She flashed her pearly whites and I reached up, taking her hand with mine and pulled myself up. “That was quite a fall. Are you sure you’re okay?” I nodded and felt the wind get knocked out of me for a different reason when I really looked at her. She wore a red coat with black lining. Her hair was slightly disheveled from the wind and she had the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen.

She looked.. adorable.

“No no yeah, I’m – I’m fine. Just.. wasn’t paying attention.” She leaned down to start picking up her boxes and bags as I bent down to help her. “You seem a little red.” She stated. “Am I?” She nodded and paused to look at me. “It’s probably nothin’. Just cold.” I chuckled as she laughed along with me. “Thank you for helpin’ me and no, nothing’s broken. I’m okay, really.”

“If you say so.” She picked up her bags from the floor and stood right in front of me. “Can I return the favor? Help you carry those bags or..?” I offered and she shook her head. “Thanks, but I have a lot of places to head to and I don’t want to drag you around all day.”

“Ahh..” I nodded my head. “But if you could please direct me to where the flower shop is, I’d be extremely grateful.”

“Yeah, of course. So all you gotta do, is head straight up this way and keep goin’ for about three blocks and turn left on Miller Street. It should be the fourth or fifth shop on the right, you can’t miss it.”

I looked over to the right side of her head and saw someone practically running with so many boxes in their hands, heading straight for the two of us. “Hey! You should – ”

I couldn’t move her out of the way quick enough. They bumped straight into her and left without saying a word, making her drop all of her boxes and bags and herself along the way. I turned to look at what kind of knuckle-brained-idiot just did a driveby. “What the hell?! Watch where you’re goin’! Fuck, man..” I looked back at her and saw her sitting on the floor.

Well, this sure looks familiar.

“Here, let me help you up this time.” I chuckled and extended my hand and helped her to her feet. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.” She chuckled and nodded her head. “I guess I just wasn’t paying attention.”

I smiled and bent down once again to help her with her gifts. “Thank you.”

“Ahh, it’s nothin’. You would’ve done the same for me.” She smiled. I put the items that slipped out back into her bags. “I think that’s everything.. Well, uh.. here ya go.” I handed her the bags in my hand and she took them. “Thank you, once again.” I fixed my scarf and put my hands inside the pockets of my jacket. “It’s no problem, and thank you for helping me.”

“I um.. I better get going.” I cleared my throat and nodded. “Oh yeah.. don’t want you running late. Alright uh th – thanks again.” We smiled at each other as she turned and walked away. She was absolutely gorgeous. A woman like her will never be able to leave my mind now. I hope I get to see her again someday, but this is a huge city with lots of people so… maybe not. The chances of seeing her again is slim.

I was about to walk away when I noticed a box off to the side where we just where. “Oh no… it looks like we missed this one.” It was nicely wrapped like the rest of her boxes and bags. It’s probably for someone special.

I need to get this to her.

I looked around and tried to spot that red coat of hers, but it was like she had vanished into thin air. I looked back and forth and couldn’t find where she was. How fast was she walking? She couldn’t have gotten that far so quickly, right?

I remembered telling her somethin’ about a flower shop nearby, so that’s where she’s got to be. I have to run back into her eventually. I quickly made my way past the people walking opposite of me as they gave me weird looks when I pushed my way through. I just got to find her. I can’t even call out to her – I didn’t even catch her name. She’s just my mystery girl.

After a few minutes, I found the flower shop I directed her to a few moments before. I hope she’s still in there.

The little bell rang when I opened the door, indicating that someone had just come in or just left. I took a quick glance around and didn’t see the girl I was looking for. Disappointment settled into my once before hopeful one before walking up to the lady at the front desk as she greeted me with a smile.

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked. “Hi uh did someone with a bunch of boxes and bags come in here?”

“Sir, everyone is carrying boxes and bags. You might wanna be a little more specific.”

“She was wearing a red coat?..” It came out more like a question than a statement. “She dropped something and I’m just trying to return it back to her.” She thought for a moment and I felt my hope start to dwindle down before she slowly nodded her head. “There was a woman in here a few minutes ago.”

I sighed and looked down at the box in my hand. “Can you please direct me to where she went?”

“Why should I do that? How do I know you didn’t just take it?”

“Well if I wanted it, I wouldn’t try to return it, now would I?”

She raised an eyebrow, not quite sure if she should tell me where my mystery girl went. “Just, please? Look at the wrapping on the box and think back to what she had in her hands. She accidentally dropped this when someone bumped into her and I just want to give it back.”

She stayed silent for a few moments before sighing, pointing straight at the door. “Alright, alright… she came in here to pick up an order. She looked like she was in a hurry and turned right after leaving the store.”

“Okay, thank you.” She waved me off and went to help out the next person behind me. I walked out the door and followed exactly where she had pointed me to. The cold gust of wind almost pushing me backwards. I kept up my pace and kept a lookout to where she could have gone.

I looked around until… is that..? I think it is! Oh, don’t lose sight of her now, Buck. I smiled as I finally found her among this big group of people. “Excuse me. Excuse me, just trying to get through.” I tried pushing my way in and evidently, people were pushing me back.

“Wait your turn like everybody else, buddy!”

“I’m not trying to cut the line! I’m just trying to – ”

“Get to the back! I was here first!”

“I don’t even know what this store is! Just let me through! I’m trying to get to someone!”

“Everythin’ alright?” I heard someone’s voice right beside me. I turned to look at who it was and low and behind, it just had to be him. “Yooo! Bucknasty, what are you doin’ here?” Sam smiled as he held a couple of bags in his hand. “You trynna get an espresso or somethin’?”

The smell of coffee made me instantly realize what shop I pushed my way into. I shook my head and sighed. “No, I’m just trying to find someone.”

“Ain’t we all?” I heard a guy laugh out as he listened in on our conversation. “Can you not?” I replied, furrowing my eyebrows as he shrugged his shoulders and looked at the crowd in front of us. “Who you lookin’ for?”

I reached up and scratched the back of my neck. “I uh.. I didn’t catch her name, but she’s wearing a red coat.” Sam leaned his head back and rolled his eyes, a little smile forming on his lips. “Are you actually serious right now? You were cutting in line to see a girl you have no clue who she is to what? Get her number?”

“No! I was..” I held up the box and showed him. “She accidentally dropped this and I just want to give it back.”

“Mhmm.”

“It’s the truth! Why doesn’t anybody believe me?”

“I don’t know man! I’d be a little apprehensive if someone told me that they were looking for a girl, who they don’t even know her name, and expect me to just wanna help the guy! C’mon, it sounds – ”

“Yeah, I know.. I know, okay? Just, you gotta help me. She had a lot of boxes and bags, I’m sure she’d be upset if she lost something.”

He sighed and leaned on his side. “Okay look, just because you looked like you wanted to cry when you saw the crowd – ”

“I didn’t look like I wanted to cry.” I mumbled angrily.

“Yeah, you did!” The guy from before spoke out as I turned to look at him. “Will you cut that out?”

“You gotta forgive him, he gets nervous when talking about pretty girls.”

“Sam!”

“I’m just jokin’, man!” He laughed. “She’s around here somewhere, so just calm down.” I tried to look for her in this crowd but to my avail, she was nowhere to be seen. Just my luck. I finally meet a pretty girl only for her to just disappear and slip through my fingers. “Hey, Buck?”

“Yeah?”

“What color did you say her coat was?”

“Red.. why?”

I look at him and see him pointing out the window across the street. “Is that her?” My eyes immediately spotted her coat and multiple bags in her hands. The wind blew her hair out of her face and sure enough, it was my mystery girl. “Looks like she wanted some baked goods. She probably didn’t wanna wait in line and just left this place.” She began walking away from the bakery and a rush of adrenaline ran through my body. “Shit, I can see her leaving. I gotta go.”

“Aye! Let me know how it goes!” I heard him yell out to me as I pushed my way past people, once again, to leave through the doors.

“Excuse me – ”

“Hey!”

“Sorry!”

After the constant shoving, I finally made it outside. I quickly glanced up at where I last saw her and there she was, waiting her turn to walk across the street. “H.. H – Hey!” I called out and practically ran to where she stood. “Hey! Wait up!” She turned her head towards to see who was yelling out for someone and finally noticed me. I jogged up to her and breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey, it’s me from – woah!” I slipped and landed right in front of her. “Oh my – are you alright?” I nodded and pushed myself up so she couldn’t put her things down to help me once again. “Yeah, yeah I’m okay.” I chuckled and rubbed the side of my body. She smiled at me as she recognized who I was.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.” She laughed. “Yeah well uh..” I looked down at the gift box in my hand and extended my arm towards her. “You dropped this earlier and I.. I just wanted to..”

She placed a couple of her bags down and reached over to grab onto the box in my hands. “... You came all this way looking for me just to return this?”

“Well, yeah I just had to see you again… to – to bring this back to you, obviously.”

Smooth, Buck. Very smooth.

She looked down at the box and thought for a moment before looking up at me. “Is that… proposition of helping me still on the table?” She asked and I smiled. “Of course it is.” I held out my hand.

“Uh.. I’m Bucky.” She took my hand in hers and we shook hands.

“I’m Y/N.”

Y/N… that’s a beautiful name.

[finelinevogue]

finelinevogue ficmas

21st December - love me tomorrow

pairing: teacher!harry x teacher!reader🎄 (+13.8k)

22nd December - winter soldier, literally

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader 🎄 (+1.2k)

23rd December - thank God for mistletoe

pairing: uni!harry x uni!reader🎄 (+1.3k)

24th December - distant promises

pairing: boyfriend!bucky x reader🎄(2k)

25th December - don’t break my heart this year

pairing: ex-boyfriend!harry x reader🎄(+7.2k)

26th December - love, actually

pairing: husband!harry x reader🎄(+1.4k)

[all fics will be released at 6:00PM BST ]

[dailyreverie]

Picninc by the tree

A/N: We're kicking off the holiday spirit with some cute Bucky fluff. I really hope you all enjoy it ⛄ (also let's pretend he's not a psycho on that gif).

☃️ December Writing Challenge! 🎄

Day #1: Indoor picnic by the fireplace and/or christmas tree

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 669 words

Warnings: Alcohol mentions

[gif by @ofherscarlettwitchways (x)]

There are days in which everything seems to be off. It’s normal, you know those days show up every now and then, yet still, they seem to break you to your very soul every single time. You can’t wait to hop in the shower and wash the whole day away; every step you climb to your apartment feels harder than the last, especially when all you want is to join Bucky in the couch and fall asleep in his arms.

But then you get home, and all you wanted to do is forgotten when you open your door and find your apartment transformed into a holiday dream, full with dimmed lights and soft, Christmas music playing in the background.

“You’re here,” Bucky stops mid-step, a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a bag of M&Ms in the other - and a sneaky popcorn in his mouth but he really thought you were not going to be there yet.

“I sneaked out of work,” Your reply is somewhat distant as your eyes keep looking around.

You’re in awe of how your apartment looks, of how the lights from the tree light everything up in a cozy haze, candles smelling like fresh pines and vanilla make your apartment warm, and if that wasn’t enough, there’s a bottle of wine ready for you next to a bunch of holiday-themed snacks, everything perfectly placed on a blanket on the floor, next to the tree and in front of the TV where a movie is already loaded.

“Doll? You alright?” Bucky appeared in your line of sight again, standing before you and holding your shoulders softly when he sees you standing still.

“Did I forget something? Are we- it’s not our anniversary, right? ‘Cause that one’s not even this month.”

“No. Nothing’s happening today.”

“It’s definitely not your birthday-”

“Hey, no. There’s nothing going on, no special dates.” Bucky interrupts your ramblings and you tilt your head to the side at his answer, making Bucky smile at you with a light chuckle. “You talked about a Christmas picnic a few days ago and when you said you were having a hard day earlier today I just… I thought maybe… What if I try and do a Christmas picnic?”

“Oh, Buck.” You sigh, his eyes shine and smile at you, a shiny blue that twinkles when he sees you liked coming home to that. Every ounce of stress, every fiber of the work-induced headache, it all went away when you looked into Bucky’s eyes and let out a deep breath. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

“Alpine did most of it so don’t even worry about it.” He replies nonchalantly, his voice playing around a giggle he’s trying to hide as he steps closer, closing the distance with a smile against your own. “You always take care of me, honey, it was my turn now.” Bucky kisses you slowly with a kiss that makes every single one of your muscles let go of every worry. The harsh metal of his hand holds your back, feeling soft against you as he steadies your body melting against his. He guides you like that, walking you both towards the picnic.

“Well, thank you. This was a beautiful surprise.” You let a laugh break through your lips then, when you sit against Bucky’s side and a white ball of fur jumps to your lap. “Thank you too, Alpine.”

Bucky chuckles too at the feline rubbing against your arm as he tries to get cozy. “Well, now you’re all settled let me go get-”

“Hey,” you stop him from standing, your hand reaching his on the floor tangling your fingers together. You smile loss for words when you see him waiting for you to keep talking. “I love you, you know?”

Bucky smiles proudly before pecking your lips, he can’t help it when that beautiful look in your eyes is all because of him - not the twinkling lights or the candles, just him. “I love you more, always.”

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[steevbuckk]

FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 16/100

a special post of my fav holiday one-shots ❤

Newly fallen snow by @buckybees

[Post TWS, 2 309 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

“Buck” said Steve, slowly, taking his hands. “It’s snowing”.

Recovering, adjusting, and not entirely sure he isn’t about to be snatched away again, Bucky celebrates his first Hanukkah since 1943. It’s not like it was before, but maybe, with Steve, that was starting to be okay.

Claw My Way to Your Heart by @wearing-tearing

[Modern AU, 6 546 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

“You didn’t name your pet?” Dr. Rogers raises an eyebrow at him, obviously amused.

“She’s not my pet,” Bucky argues, and the look Dr. Rogers gives him makes it clear he knows Bucky is lying.

kiss me underneath the mistletoe (show me, baby, that you love me so) by @its-tortle

[Christmas fic, 2 514 words, General Audiences]

Summary:

Bucky looks around the room with an ever widening smile, making no move to take off his coat or boots. He’s trailing snow onto the carpet, but Steve has never given less of a fuck.

Because Bucky looks radiant. He looks more glowy than Steve thinks he’s seen him in months, with a Cheshire Cat grin and tinted cheeks and lights in his eyes. He spins on his axis once, twice, three, times. He laughs at the angel bearing a rough resemblance to himself.

Steve allows himself to think this whole thing was a good idea. “You like it?”

Bucky turns back to him with an incredulous joy. “You’re kidding, right? I love it. I don’t even know what to do with myself right now, I love it so much.”

Stumbling Love by @gigi-gigi

[Christmas fic, 12 137 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

Steve’s alone at Christmas but an unusual invitation presents itself and turns his holidays into something else entirely.

Hooked on a feeling by @kalee60

[Roommates, 6 211 words, Explicit]

Summary:

Steve Rogers was in trouble. And not the kind that could land him in jail, or even earn him a fine or a sternly worded letter. This trouble started with a capital B and happened to be his roommate of three years.

He'd not intended to fall in love with Bucky, not at all - but he did, and now it was Christmas and he was starting to realise if he didn't say something soon, then he'd never find the courage to speak up.

But coming up with, and executing the perfect plan was far from easy, and on top of that - was Bucky even interested in him?

Steve finds himself with no choice but to put his harebrained scheme into motion and hope for the best.

It was Christmas after all, and wasn't that the most wonderful time of the year?

Happy Hanukkah, Bucky Barnes by Lasgalendil

[Holidays, 1 759 words, Teen And Up Audiences]

Summary:

"I’m like a bad penny, huh,” Bucky asked when they finally broke apart. “I just keep turnin’ up.”

“Least one of us gets our Hanukkah gelt,” Steve said, and leaned in to kiss him again.

A Little More Light by @hotcocoaharrington

[Pre-War, 7 587 words, General Audiences]

Summary:

“C’mon, Stevie. There’s no way I’m lettin’ you spend the holidays all alone. Besides, Ma’s expectin’ you, and if you don’t show she’s gonna be real upset,” Bucky prods, poking his toe into Steve’s side. They’re sprawled out on Steve’s ratty old sofa, Steve perched on one end, intently focused on whatever he’s drawing in that sketchbook of his, while Bucky takes up the rest of the couch by stretching across the cushions.

Steve’s pencil stills against the page, and he sets it down, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips as he fixes a thoroughly unimpressed stare onto Bucky. “Using your Ma to guilt me into crashing your holiday celebrations is a dirty, dirty trick, Barnes.”

“How many times do I hafta tell you, you ain’t crashin’ anything. We want you there,” Bucky assures, and bends down so his head falls into Steve’s line of sight, which has dropped back down to his sketchbook. Bucky’s practically lying in his lap now, and he reaches a hand up to touch Steve’s cheek, soft and gentle. “I want you there.”

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