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Christmas Confessions

@itsbuckysworld secret Santa for @imbrium-barnes: Bucky Barnes x hijabi!reader

Pure Christmas fluff. No warnings.

A/n: okay so @imbrium-barnes I looked at ur blog and there seemed to be someone else asking abt the stuff in ur wish list?? ( I asked abt celebrating holidays) Idk if your doing two separate ones or there was a mistake, but I wrote this for u! It’s quite short, but I hope u enjoy!

Feedback is appreciated! Especially abt any inaccuracies bc I’m not a part of this religion, so I obviously don’t know lots of things abt it.

Y/N knocked on the door, carefully evading the wreath that Bucky had put up, and smoothed down her dress. After a second or two, she was greeted by Bucky, a Captain America apron had been thrown on over his shirt, and hair in a man-bun; she couldn’t help but think he looked adorable. He welcomed her in, explaining that the nut-roast would be ready in a couple of minutes.

Y/N helped to lay the table, and poured the drinks, thanking Bucky for getting a vegetarian meal.

As they ate, she found herself wondered why Bucky didn’t go to the compound today —- everyone else was there. After a few minutes of thought, she decided it was probably because he’s still adjusting, and didn’t want to spend Christmas with everyone else.

“What’s troubling you?” He asked, concern etched on his face.

“You could be doing anything right now, why are you spending your first Christmas of this century with me?” Y/N asked, and he chuckled.

“Because I want to. I’d rather spend it with you than with Stark and Sam and Nat and Steve and all the rest of ‘em.”

“Even Steve?”

“Of course. I lo... I value you as a friend, and a good one at that.”

His slight stutter did not go unnoticed, “thanks Buck.”

“I know you don’t celebrate Christmas, but I got you something.” He said, and she looked up from her food.

“You didn’t have to.” She blushed, turning to face him as he grabbed a package.

“I know.” He smiles and hands her the package.

She undoes the ribbon carefully, and the wrapping paper falls away. Inside there are three beautiful scarves. One is a deep emerald colour, with patterned details in swirls and loops; there’s a dark red one, with golden details; the last scarf is a rich navy, patterned with silver beads. “I, uh, thought you could use them for your hijabs.” He stuttered.

“Bucky, these are beautiful! I love them, they are so pretty! I’m going to wear them all the time!” She gushed excitedly. “Oh! I got you something too!” She rummaged around in her bag for a couple of seconds, then pulled out a parcel too.

He took the parcel carefully, and peeled away all the sellotape, careful not to rip the paper.

When he looked inside he saw ser of books —- classics that he’d been recommended to by people. She’d known he felt upset and frustrated that he didn’t get lots of references. “I was thinking we could also do a couple of movie marathons to catch you up too. I know you hate... not knowing what everyone else does.”

-

Twenty minutes into ‘Muppets Christmas Carol’ (a film that she’d seen many times, despite not celebrating the holiday) Y/N was beginning to drift off into a light sleep, the comfort of a warm blanket and Bucky’s body lulling her towards unconsciousness. She felt her eyes closing when Bucky chuckled.

“Tired doll?” he smirked, and she glanced up at him.

“Mmm...” she nodded, and he laughed. “Buck, earlier, when I asked why you wanted to spend time with me today, you started to say something but stopped yourself. You’re not doing this because you don’t want be to be left out in the celebrations, are you?”

“God no! I’m so, so sorry if you thought that! That was not the case at all!” He tried to assure her.

“What were you going to say?” She asked.

“I, I... I love you.” He said finally, “not in a friend way.”

He felt as if a tonne of bricks had been lifted off his shoulders, but a fear of rejection filled him too; on the other hand, she wanted to dance and sing with joy (as cringey as it sounded).

“Well that’s just great for me then,” she smiled shyly.

“R-really?” He could feel himself shaking.

“Yeah. I love you too; I love you so much, James Buchanan Barnes.”

[lauxxury]

Royal Holidays - Steve Rogers

Pairing: Steve – Fem Reader (Royal AU)

Sumary: Your father hosted a Royal Feast every year to make new alliances, it was the only time you could see a Prince that may have stolen your heart. 

Warnings: none

Word count: 1138

A/N: this is my entry for the Marvel Secret Santa Fic Exchange of @itsbuckysworld and this is for @mattaretto i really hope you like it!!! You can find the link to my masterlist on my bio!!

It was that time of the year again when the palace filled with people from all over the world, it didn’t even matter if they were friends or foes. That’s how your father did it, every year. He always said the Holidays where a period of peace between kingdoms, a period to celebrate with your loved ones and to try to make amends and new alliances.

That’s what this thing truly was about: new alliances.

You watched from the top of the stairs as the kings, queens, princes and princesses of the nearest kingdoms arrived and were greeted by your father and mother knowing that you should be there, by their sides, but you couldn’t bother with all the formalities. And luckily for you your parents didn’t force you to do this kind of things. Although you knew you would not be able to scape attending the Royal Feast celebrated for the Holidays.

Then you saw him: Prince Steve Rogers, from the Shield Lands, along his parents and his adoptive brother, Prince James Barnes. Those two were inseparable., not only brothers but best friends.

It had been a year since the last time you saw them both, that’s how it was, you could only see them on the Royal Feast. But this year was going to be different, you father and his father were not in good terms, politically speaking.

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A sigh escaped your lips as you descended the stairs. It was finally the time of the Feast and the faster it ended, the better. You were obviously fashionably late, but not on your own accord but your parents’ because what better way to make and alliance than trying to marry you with someone, there was no better way to bring peace to the kingdoms.

The guards announced your arrival and you entered the ball room that was being used as a big dining room for everyone that came to fit in one single room. Your head stood tall, as you mother had taught you, your blood was royal blood, that’s how you were supposed to behave.

You made your way to the main table and you occupied your seat at the left of your father while your mother was at his right side. And so, the feast begun.

People started eating and talking at the same time, the room was filled with noise, laughs and small screams and everyone seemed to be having a good time. You were on a privileged seat and you could see all the tables and all the guests but your eyes didn’t move from one prince.

You had always found him nice and brave but he had gotten even more handsome over the last year. His broad shoulders moved as he laughed with his brother and you could see true joy on his features. It made a small smile appear on your face.

Once everyone finished eating and the tables were cleaned and carried out of the room the ball begun. Your father seated on his throne as the host and was greeting everyone who approached him thanking him for how good the food had been and how they liked that every year, on the Holidays, we got time to celebrate with the rest of the Kingdoms.

You stood by your father’s side, smiling politely and wishing this could all be over soon. But, of course, it wasn’t.

“I will like to introduce my song to your daughter, if you please” the King of Sokovia said to your father. You remembered him, and his kingdom, you had visited it when you were younger. By his side was a tall man who was his son, Prince Pietro and at his other side was his daughter Princess Wanda. She smiled politely at you while his brother approached you.

“It is so nice to see you again” he said as he kissed the back of your hand.

“My pleasure” you said as you smiled politely at him. God, how you wished this was over soon.

“May I have this dance?” he asked without taking his hand away from yours. You nodded, still smiling as you moved to the dance floor.

Prince Pietro was a charmer, you knew it and he was easy on the eye too, but you could not be less interested in whatever new sport he had discovered and was excellencing at.

A tap on your shoulder made you came back form your thoughts to the ball room. “May I have this dance?” said a voice in your ear and you turned to see Prince Steve by your side paying no attention to Prince Pietro.

You nodded and he took your hand as his other hand ended on your lower back. Your hand was on his shoulder as you started to dance to the ball music that was playing.

“Your hair looks good, my lady” he said to you, a half smile showing on his lips.

“My mother would not agree with you, my lord” you answered trying not to frown at the memory of how angry your mother was when you cut your hair, even though you did it because it was one hell of a challenge learning to fight with a sword when your hair was always obstructing your sight getting on the way.

“It suits you, my lady” he said, and you noticed how your cheeks started to burn.

“Thank you” you responded trying to look everywhere but him.

And like that you started talking as you flowed around the ball room song after song. He wasn’t just handsome, he was even nicer than you remembered, and he was funny and always had a great comeback that had you on the verge of tears from laughing.

“Damnit! Stop flirting with the enemy” a voice said making you stop your dance. There he stood, Prince James, all blue eyes and dark hair. Your first instinct was to put some space between you and Prince Steve but then you saw Prince James smile at both of you and you heard Prince Steve, well Steve, as he had asked you to call him, smile too.

“I’m sorry about him” he said taking your hand on his, “He can’t help but being a dick”

“I wouldn’t be if you hadn’t been talking about her every day for the past year”. Steve blushed at his words. He turned to you, a small smile on his lips and a mischievous glint on his eyes.

“Could we talk in some place more private?” he asked almost begging you with his eyes to give him the privilege of being alone with you. You nodded as you walked him to the closest balcony.

He closed the door and turned to you, his smile growing wider as he saw the confusion on your face.

“I have always liked you, my lady” he said as he took your hands. “But I didn’t say anything because I know how difficult matters of the heart are for those of us that have royal blood. And mostly for those of us that are heirs to the crowns”. He took a step closer to you. “But I have always liked your kindness, and your intelligence, and how you were always trying to avoid all formal meetings. And, if you let me, I will love to court you”.

His eyes were on the floor now, and that sight of vulnerability and such a big man made your heart warmer. This was clearly a proposal. He wanted you to let him gain your heart, but if only he knew he already had it.

“Steve…” you whispered, and his eyes went from the floor to yours. You got closer to him, his hands on your back and yours on his shoulders. You caressed one of his cheeks with your hand and he leaned into your touch.

A sigh escaped his lips and you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. It was brief but it was the answer he needed, and he was going to do everything he could to make you his, to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.

A/N: I hope you liked it and i have to say it is super hard for me to write anything Royal related, I hope  everything is okay and Happy Holidays everyone!!

[bucky-smiles]

Coming Soon... To This Blog

Hello!!! I’m slowly going to be coming off of hiatus. While I was away, I wrote a lot, so here’s some things you can be prepared for for this year!!! These are all for Bucky by the way,, i’m still a whore. Here’s my current masterlist by the way. 

💟 💫 Series’ 💫 💟

Dear Rebecca: A series of journal entries documenting Bucky’s recovery in Wakanda. Prologue will be coming out on January 11th. 11 chapters + a prologue and epilogue. Completely written, expect weekly updates. 

The Half He Sees: A new American terrorist organization rises with very rare circumstances and the Avengers team up with the FBI to tackle the case. Based on Half Light by BANNERS. This one is going to hurt a lot of people and break a lot of hearts. 11 chapters long + an epilogue. 5 chapters and part of chapter 6 has been written but the entire thing has been outlined in a very detailed manner. 

Take Your Time: A 5 chapter mini series of a chance meeting gone right. Based off of the song Take Your Time by Vance Joy. 3 chapters have been written and everything has been outlined. 

*I’m not titling this because it’ll give away the entire surprise*: A collab fic I’ve been working on with my lovely friend @honeybucks​. After successfully outlining it, we seem to have 18 chapters + 4 bonus chapters. 

💟 💫 Oneshots 💫 💟

Body, Mind, and Soul: A soft oneshot. Idiots to lovers. The prompt is holding hands. 

Our Music: Another soft oneshot. Mutual pining, idiots to lovers, and more things. A birthday present for @samingtonwilson​ which will be released on her birthday (January 27th). Based on the Bollywood song Main Agar Kahoon from Om Shanti Om. 

His Girls: A biker AU fic that I’ve written a skeleton for. There’s stuff missing that I still need to find the inspiration to add. 

*An Untitled Gift*: @chrevastan​ had this beautiful prompt idea that I started writing. I have yet to finish it and it doesn’t have a title yet either oops. 

Venice: This seems to be a two parter of sorts that has to do with an undercover mission.. There’ll be some more idiots to lovers in this one too hah. @holy-captain​ gave me this lovely prompt idea after we both listened to the song Venice by Kris Allen. 

I wanted to take a quick moment to thank the participants of the Secret Santa exchange I hosted this year! Here is the masterlist of the entries that have been submitted so far. There are still a few more to come so don’t forget to check back to see! 

I also wanted to remind yall that I’m still hosting a Bollywood writing challenge with prompts still available. The due date for that is March 11th. 

I have so many more ideas to write alongside so many prompts as I’ve entered in the @star-spangled-bingo​ round for 2020. I did it last year but wasn’t as committed so I didn’t get a single bingo but with the way things are turning out, I’m a lot more hopeful. 

I have big plans this year and hope to stay!! Thanks for sticking around through this hiatus!! I love yall! Don’t be afraid to reach out to ask questions, give prompts, or even just talk! The lack of communication/response is what made me leave in the first place. It took me nearly a month to realize I miss being active on here :P

But yeah! Thanks for sticking around! Love yall!

Personal Sideblog: @binte-dil​

Other Sideblog: @smiley-barnes​

(Tagging some mutuals underneath the cut) 

@delicatelyherdreams​ @the-canary​ @holy-captain​ @itsbuckysworld​ @moonbeambucky​ @buckyofthemyscira​ @honeybucks​ @jamesbvck​ @searchingforbucky​ @captainscanadian​ @suz-123​ @sunmoonandbucky​ @samingtonwilson​ @interestedbystanderwrites​ @notimetoblog​ @writingsoftheloser​ 

[itsbuckysworld]

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Stakeout

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

A/n: Happy Holidays to @the-canary , for the Secret Santa fic exchange! Hope you enjoy my attempt to write some fluffy Bucky :)

@itsbuckysworld Thanks for putting all this together! It was so much fun! Happy Holidays!

Warnings: none

Summary: Buck and the reader are on a stakeout and some fluff happens. 

“Should be an easy couple of days,” Bucky remarked as he got comfortable in his chair with a pair of binoculars on his lap.

You and him volunteered for this stakeout mission. The two of you were the obvious choice considering how well you both got along.

5 days was a long time to be confined and lay low. It took lots of patience and restraint to make a proper stakeout go well. Not everyone was cut out for it.

Tony, for one, was not allowed on any stakeout missions after an incident with him and Rhodey. Which resulted in Tony falling out of a five-story building in his Iron Man suit. His excuse was boredom.

There was a comfortable silence between you and Bucky. Neither of you needed idle chit-chat or small talk to pass the time. It was a quality you both appreciated in the other.

A few cars drove past, but nothing interesting. According to your intel, the house across the street was an old Hydra safehouse. The purpose of this stakeout was to see if any members were still using it.

You and Bucky were hiding out in an abandoned apartment building. There wasn't much in the small room just a bed, a little table and a couple of chairs. The walls were bare and the ceiling had signs of water damage.

You sighed pulling your knees up to your chest as you observed out the window. The whole part of a stakeout was to watch closely and be vigilant, but your eyes were starting to grow heavy.

“We should figure out our sleep schedule,” Bucky mentioned, noticing the sleepy look in your eye.

“Huh,” you blinked looking over at him.

“One of us should sleep while the other keeps watch,” he reiterated.

“Oh yeah,” you agreed with a slight yawn.

“I don't mind taking the first watch,” he offered.

You nodded, standing up and stretching your arms above your head.

You dug through your bag searching for your pj's but had no luck. Frustrated, you started emptying the contents on the bed, pulling out your clothes, socks, your toothbrush, everything.

Buck turned his attention to you, a small smile playing on his lips as you muttered to yourself.

“Everything alright over there?” he asked.

“I can't find my pajamas,” you groaned dropping your hands to your side.

Bucky chuckled lightly, “No worries, I packed an extra set.”

He unzipped his duffle, “It's nothing fancy just a T-shirt and sweatpants.”

Bucky handed you the clothes, then settled back into the chair to continue his watch.

“Thanks, Buck!” you chirped as you shuffled into the bathroom. Quickly, you stripped discarding your clothes on the tile floor.

Picking up Bucky's shirt, the material felt soft in your hands. It was obvious that this particular shirt had been one he slept in often.

As you pulled it over your head you noticed how it smelled just like him. You couldn't help but imagine that sleeping in this shirt, with Bucky's scent, would be similar actually sleeping next to him.

You felt your heart start to speed up and your face started feeling warm. You shook your head side to side, you were being ridiculous.

Quickly, you yanked on the sweatpants and took a deep breath, clearing out all those silly thoughts from your head. You were an Avenger on a mission, your feelings about Bucky could wait.

As you exited the tiny bathroom, Bucky's eyes lingered on you, his mouth slightly hanging open up. He couldn't believe how adorable and sexy you looked.

The man had seen you in fancy gowns, leather, spandex, swimsuits, short shorts, all of which you looked gorgeous in, but there was just something about seeing you in his clothes, in his favorite T-shirt, that just literally made him melt.

“You ok?” you waved your hand, feeling awkward that he had been staring at you for the last minute.

He cleared his throat, “Yeah, fine.” His cheeks were dusted pink as he averted his eyes.

“Buck, are you sure that you're fine?” you tilt your head and took a step closer. “I can take over if you're not feeling well.”

“That's not necessary,” Bucky mumbled running his fingers through his hair.

You nodded, there was no point in trying to argue with him. If he says he's good then he's good.

“Goodnight, Bucky,” you say softly as you climbed into bed.

“Night, y/n.”

Throughout the night, Bucky's eyes wandered over to your sleeping form. He couldn't stop thinking about you.

He could see your chest gently rise and fall. The only sound in the room was your breathing and light snoring. Thoughts of him getting to hold you, kiss you, and sleep with you plagued his mind.

Steve had been nudging him to make a move, he kept reassuring him that the feelings were mutual on your side. But it was just hard to find the right moment.

Bucky swallowed thickly, this was just the beginning. He had 4 more nights of this, 4 more nights of listening to sleep, of seeing you in his shirt, and being trapped with his thoughts and feelings.

Suddenly, this supposedly easy stakeout was getting harder by the minute.

You whimpered a little in your sleep, immediately drawing Bucky's attention to you.

Carefully, he sat on the edge of the bed, his hand slowly reaching out towards you.

The moment his hand tapped your shoulder, you woke with start.

There panic and terror in your eyes, but once you saw Bucky's face illuminated just by moonlight, his blue eyes filled with concern, your heartbeat slowed down.

“Nightmare?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said with a shaky breath. You sat up and placed your arms on your knees.

“You seem pretty shaken up by it.”

“It just seemed so real,” you explained, running your hands up and down your forearms.

Bucky climbed into bed behind you and pulled you into his arms. Your back was pressed against his broad chest and his arms around your waist.

It was amazing how much better you felt just having him near.

“Are you sure this isn't disrupting the mission?” you mumbled feeling guilty.

“Don't worry about it,” he replied. “We've got 4 more days to watch that boring house, I'm more concerned with making you feel better tonight.”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

“Thanks for what?” he laughed lightly. “You've done the same for me before.”

You laced your fingers with his hand, “That's because we're a team, we're partners. There's literally no one else in this whole wide world who I'd rather be with.”

“Really?”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks as your words sunk in.

“Well… Um… you see…” you sputtered, trying to think of an excuse.

You felt Bucky press a kiss your temple, then nuzzle his face in your hair, “I'm happy to be here with you too.”

You couldn't put into words how wonderful it felt to hear him say that, a warmth flooded your body. You turned to snuggle even closer to Bucky. Your arms wrapped around him.

Pretty soon you could feel Bucky's breathing become more steady.

Without disturbing him you sat up. Lightly, you pushed his hair away from his sleeping face and leaned down kissing him on the forehead.

“It's your turn to catch some shut-eye,” you whispered. “Sweet dreams, Bucky.”

[quantumarvel]

wear a little bit of me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

This is just a concept and not a full fic, I’m so sorry, it’s sorta, kinda, a little bit inspired by To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before

A/N: okay so I signed up for a Secret Santa exchange in like November and early December was the last time my brain let me actually write anything at all. So I played around with the concept I had for a couple of months and thought I posted it just as a concept but I was just informed that I did NOT which means this is nearly four months late and I’m so incredibly sorry. I’m sorry it took so long, but more than that, I’m sorry I couldn’t make myself write anything that was actually, at all good. So with the deepest apologies and a promise to keep trying to actually make this a fic one day, I present @marvel-lously with her secret Santa gift for @itsbuckysworld exchange.

Its their first Christmas as a couple, and they agreed on small or homemade gifts, but only one. He decides to give her his hoodie that she’s constantly stealing or trying to wear WITH him. She laughs when she opens the box holding the hoodie and at first he’s all nervous that she doesn’t like it but she quickly reassures him that she LOVES it, but to open her present to him.

He does and grins and giggles cause he’s always complaining about how she wears his stuff but he doesn’t anything of hers to wear and after he made her watch To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before with him five times, she decided to that her favorite scrunchie was the perfect Christmas present.

He wears it every day, right around his wrist. Sometimes he lets her gather up as much of his hair as she can and give him a ponytail right on the top of his head. It’s currently her phone wallpaper.

(Of course that’s how she finds out that he’s Spider-Man cause the sentimental idiot refused to take it off and it wouldn’t fit under his suit)

[the-canary]

Sugar Plum - N.R

Summary: She’s off chasing dreams and you’re along for the ride, in whatever way she may need. (Modern AU!Reader/Natasha Romanov)

A/N: this is for @blackwidownatalia for @itsbuckysworld secret santa challenge. this is also my first time writing for nat, so hopefully it isn’t a complete mess? thanks to @isavuu for helping me with the brainstorming <3

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“I’m going to try out for the ballet studio down the street,” she tells you one night after you get home. Her voice is soft but determined as you nod from across your small kitchen table.

Natasha never spoke to you, in all the years you had known each other, about her younger years as a ballerina. Steve often mentioned it -how great she was as a teenager- here and there, but if Nat didn’t bring up you didn’t talk it, but since you started living together you had caught her once or twice looking at the ballet studio with some type of longing. However, you didn’t think she would go this far.

“What play,” you question, not knowing the exact term,”Or musical is it?”

“The Nutcracker,” Nat gives you a small smile as you cross the table top and give her light peck on the cheek.

“I know you’ll do great,” you grin, giving her all the confidence that you can for the both of you as she nods.

Natasha comes back to you after two weeks of training and practicing for the role she was aiming for. You aren’t used to not seeing her for an extended period of time, but once she is dedicated to something  -- she pushes through with it the whole way with all the crazy stubbornness and determination she seems to have.

You miss her terribly, but to have her smiling with a small card declaring her role in the December event you can’t help, but get caught up in the excitement of it all.

Natasha Romanoff -- Sugar Plum Fairy

“Ah man,” you starts with laugh as green eyes look at you waiting for your response, “I’m gonna know the most kickass fairy.”

Natasha smiles at your comment and that’s when she knows everything is alright between the two of you. It’s also the same night when you start looking up everything you can about The Nutcracker.

You end up watching the old PBS specials first because those are the easiest for you to find, as you soon realize that Natasha’s character doesn’t come out until the second act of the play. You try your hardest to make it through the first half time and time again. However, you soon realize that the more updated San Francisco Ballet is easier to watch than the black and white ones they used to show, and it’s one nights when Natasha is working late at the office, that’s you finally make into the second act.

You watch the Sugar Plum Fairy dance her dance with her cavalier and you can’t help but wonder how beautiful Nat might look all dressed and swirling about.

Over the next few days, you find yourself humming a familiar tune and if Nat finds some of your designs of a certain fairy with red hair she certainly doesn’t say anything about it.  

Autumn is in the air when Nat starts coming home a bit more annoyed and with aching feet, as she mumbles about her cavalier -- some guy from Brooklyn that has some productions under his belt with the company that thinks he’s just a bit too charming. You rush from your drawing room with a bucket of warm water, as she gives you a commiserating smile. She keeps talking, as a sudden idea comes into your head about this mysterious man’s attitude.

“Maybe, he’s just trying to get your attention,” you laugh as Nat groans in annoyance, as you are sure she knows what you are getting at, “You know what they say about boys.”

“Yeah, and I’m not into that,” Nat lets out a laugh before giving you a light peck on the cheek. You spend the rest of the night on the couch, listening to everything she has to say about the production so far as you can’t help but love the smile on her face.   

It’s near mid-November when it happens just like always, though Nat decides to work through her illness rather than take a break until she almost passes out during one of the last reherals. You end up leaving your advertising meeting early and heading to the little studio with food and medication. Old blue eyes is there watching over her when you finally get there, as Nat groans in annoyance at the sight of you.

“Didn’t I tell you to take it easy,” you murmur softly as you feel her forehead softly with the back of your hand. She says something, more likely than anything a curse, in Russian because she knows you are right. However, you are not here to reprimand her, as you tell the tall, broad man if he can get you a cool towel.

“Is that your cavalier?” you question, trying to move here away from thinking about her flu and not being able to perform for a couple of days with a silly question, as green eyes flutter in annoyance that you barely catch. She was always good at hiding it -- it was just that her being sick made it easier to do so.

“No,” she answers back with a hoarse voice, “You are.”

You pause for a moment and look at her, but she’s already asleep. You let out a nervous laugh as the man comes back and you thank him. You stay by Nat’s side until she wakes up and you make her eat, and even though she wants to get back into practicing the director --an older man named Fury--  tells the two of you to to go home for the rest of the week.  

Nat recovers in said week and pushes through the end of November and the beginning of December with unbridled determination that you barely see her at all, though you are there through messages to remind her to take it easy and drink plenty of water. You even got Bucky’s --her cavalier in the show-- to keep an eye on her, just in case.

It’s December 10th when it finally happens -- opening night.

This time you do make it through the opening act, front and center, without falling asleep and that’s when you get your breath taken away. Natasha as the Sugar Plum Fairy, and you can’t take your eyes off her of her for the rest of the night as you even hum with the dance. The act ends too quickly in your opinion as you find yourself clapping with the rest of the audience, as green eyes meet yours in the crowd as you give her a thumbs up.

It isn’t until little later, when everyone stops congratulating her and she pushes you into her little dressing room that you are able to gush about how much you loved the whole thing, as Nat just laughs and shakes her head as she prepares to take off her outfit.   

“What did I tell you,” you can’t help but grin at the sight of her in her glittering outfit as she gives you a weary but excited smile, something you had never seen before, “Most kick ass sugar fairy I’ve ever seen.”

“I’m the only sugar fairy you’ve seen,” she remarks looking at you through the mirror, as you give her a soft smile.

“And I wouldn’t have any other way,” you admit with all the love you have for her as she shakes her head.

Because she wouldn’t have anybody else, but you standing by her side when the curtain falls.

[missnighttigress]

I’ll Be Home for Christmas

Characters: James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Reader (specifically targeted to @oh-snap-bucky)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (@oh-snap-bucky)

Word Count: 4,418

Summary: Y/N was always in the Christmas spirit, even when times were tough for Team Cap during their rogue days. After losing the love of her life in the snap, Christmas has lost its luster for her. Irritated by being around the compound, she sets off for home, hoping for a break and maybe a chance to start some other traditions. This continues for five years until one particular trip proves to be particularly enchanting...

Warnings: angst, mild language (a curse word sprinkled intermittently), heartbreak, fluff at the end I promise

A/N: I had the tremendous honor of being the Secret Santa for @oh-snap-bucky for @itsbuckysworld‘s Marvel Secret Santa this year. I went through her wishlist and hoped to touch point by point. Merry Christmas, dear, and I really hope you enjoy. I am so terribly sorry for the heartbreak. After Infinity War and the Endgame trailer, I’ve just been feeling this vibe. I hope you have a spectacular holiday!

Christmas was a magical season. People had pine trees that glistened with twinkling lights and glittering tinsel. Stores decked themselves out in reds, greens, and silvers as they urged you to purchase the perfect gift for your someone special at their location. Radios buzzed with holiday carols in hopes of making listeners dream of snowy pastures and hot cocoa snuggles by the fire.

Indeed, Christmas was supposed to be a magical season. But for Y/N, this particular Christmas had lost all its enchanting luster. That’s because her longtime boyfriend, Sergeant James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, wouldn’t be home this Christmas...thanks to a giant purple space freak.

As the year slipped further into the holiday season, Y/N became more and more irritable. As much as she tried to hide it, she couldn’t conceal much from her and Bucky’s best friend, Steve Rogers.

Y/N was sprawled out across one of the common room couches, her thumb constantly flipping through channels on the enormous flat screen television. News channels were covering how people were handling the holidays with half the population missing. Freeform was showing nothing but holiday movies, and she couldn’t even look at the root-your-teeth-out romantic crap Hallmark was airing. A snarl ripped from her throat as she turned the TV off, whipping the remote in a nearby armchair before draping an arm over cerulean eyes.

“I take it there’s nothing on?”

The voice from behind the couch made her rip her arm away to stare into concerned baby blues hovering over her. She sighed and shook her head. “Not a damn thing. Everything is either rubbing salt in the wound from the decimation or it’s sappy romantic bullshit.”

Steve cocked his head to the side, his brow furrowing. “The Y/N I know is a sucker for that sappy romantic stuff.”

She growled again before pushing herself off the leather couch and onto the floor to pace. “That was before Thanos disintegrated the people I love, those I care about.” Her hands reached up to rake through her shoulder-length blonde hair. She walked a few feet before slowly rotating on her heel, eyes now red and threatening to overflow with the tears that sat on the edges of them. “Stevie…” she whispered, “I...I can’t be here for the holidays. Not this year.”

Sadness and understanding flooded his face. In the months since Thanos’ snap, he knew Y/N was having a difficult time. When she wasn’t at a training session, she was holed up in her room with a movie or a book, trying to lose herself in any world that wasn’t crashing around her. Prior to then, she was the bubbly, cheery one that made everyone get involved in whatever activity she was doing, especially when they went into hiding. His chest heaved in a heavy sigh. “If you can’t be here, where will you go?”

She rolled her shoulders in a weak shrug. “My parents’ place, maybe? Just for a couple weeks until the holiday season is behind me. I just can’t stay...here.”

“I get it,” Steve murmured, advancing towards her. “You’re one of my closest friends, Y/N. As much as I want to be selfish and keep you around, that’s not fair to you. Being here is going to remind you of him too much. You should go home. You need a break. Just...promise me one thing, won’t you?”

“Anything.”

A tiny smile formed over his lips, but the worry was still evident in his face. Worry that if she went home she’d never come back unless Bucky was found...if he could be found. “Promise me that you’ll come back?”

Y/N choked out a laugh and soft sob as she jumped to wrap her arms around Steve (as much as she could anyway). She buried her head against his chest. “You’re such a punk, Steve. I’m going to come back after the holidays, I promise.”

“Good,” he breathed, swooping down to give her a ginger peck on the head. “Because I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you, too.”

Steve’s words echoed in Y/N’s ears as she packed her suitcase to head to her parents’ place. For a while, she couldn’t help the pang of guilt that riddled her stomach. Steve was hurting too, everyone was, and Christmas was supposed to be a season of togetherness. She wasn’t really embracing the “togetherness” spirit by taking off.

Then again, how could she be “together” if a piece of her heart was missing? Her mind trailed to a tall man with long tendrils of dark chocolate with piercing eyes that could kill a man if he wanted...or cut her to her core as he often did. She thought about the first time she met Bucky, when Steve had contacted her for intel while he was on the run after the Sokovia Accords situation. That smolder of his as his eyes traced her up and down triggered a fire inside her, one she couldn’t quell without being around him. A few flirtatious meetings later, and he finally had the cajones to ask her on a proper date. When he and the rest of Team Cap had to go underground, there was no question about it. She went with them more than willingly. Even though the conditions weren’t always the best and they were always looking over their shoulders, she and Bucky made the best of everything...because they found each other.

That night, she dreamed of her former Hydra super soldier. She dreamed about their first Christmas together, when she found this beautiful fern someone was throwing out on the side of the road and brought it back to the run-down motel they were in. Her hands were immediately busy with her sketchbook, drawing little trees and holiday ornaments. Quickly, she worked to carefully rip around the edges of her scribbles, leaving ample room at the top for her to tear a hole in them in order to hang. When Bucky came back that night, he was taken aback at the makeshift Christmas tree, but then immediately peppered Y/N with kisses to show his appreciation.

She couldn’t help but replay the dream during the tedious drive to her parent’s place. It sprinkled in between thoughts of Steve and the bear hug they shared before she got in the car. He checked her oil and tire pressure for her before she left, and she gave him the address she’d be at on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, in case he needed a break too.

After quite the trek, the vehicle roared up to the roadside curb in front of her parents’ place. Her eyes fixated on her childhood home, where a dark figure stood on the top step of the wooden porch. Though dusk was approaching, she could tell by the broad shoulders that it was her father.

There was a huge wolf-like creature resting on his haunches next to her father, and the sight of the dog made Y/N’s eyes brighten. Instantly, she clamored out of the car and ran to the other side, arms flying open. “Apollo! C’mere, baby!”

Her father dropped Apollo’s leash, and this husky came barreling at the woman. He slowed upon approach so as not to knock her over, but his whole body wagged in excitement at seeing his owner after so long. He licked a stripe up her cheek as her fingers ruffled his fur. “Who’s a good boy?” she cooed. “Apollo’s my good boy!”

After a moment, she rose to her feet and started up to the home while her dad stepped down to the sidewalk. As soon as she reached him, he took her in his arms and gave her a tight squeeze. “My baby, Y/N. I’ve missed you,” he whispered against her hair, his voice breaking.

Y/N swallowed thickly, trying not to lose her composure as well. “I...I missed you too, Dad.”

The two pulled apart after holding each other a while, her dad instantly reaching up to collect the tears at the sides of his eyes. “I’m...I’m glad you decided to come home for the holidays this year. This was going to be a hard year without you or your mother…”

The lump was even harder in Y/N’s throat. She wasn’t the only one to lose the love of her life. Her parents had been out antiquing when the snap happened, and her mother turned to ash in front of her father just as Bucky had. It was another reason why she wanted to go home for the holidays. Her dad needed her more than Steve and the others did. “I’m sorry, Dad. The team...you know, they’re all racking their brains to come up with a solution.”

“If there even is one.”

There was a lingering silence between the two of them before her father shook his head and clapped a hand on her back, pushing her toward the door. “C’mon, kiddo. Enough sadness. Let’s just enjoy each other’s company and get the holidays started right, huh?”

The first few days Y/N spent with her father were great. She really couldn’t complain. They both understood how the other felt about the holiday season right then, and they tried to veer away from doing anything too holiday-oriented. They watched action movies or old westerns while snacking on chips, and took Apollo out for strolls around the neighborhood. Their idea of a Christmas tree this year was one of those ceramic trees with little pegs that lit up. That was all the festive they were getting.

That was, until Christmas Eve came around. Y/N’s aunt invited them over for a Christmas Eve party, and her dad was all gung-ho and ready to go. Y/N...not so much. Christmas Day was special, sure. Christmas Eve, however, was always the most fun with Bucky.

“I don’t really feel like going to [Y/A/N]’s tonight, Dad,” she murmured, curled up on their couch with Apollo on the opposite end. “It’s going to be a lot of Christmas trees and cookies and holiday carols and it’s just...it’s going to be too hard.”

[Y/D/N] cocked an eyebrow from his recliner toward his daughter. “But you love going over there! It’s Aunt [A/N] we’re talking about here! Doesn’t she always slip you $10?”

Her fingers fiddled with the fur by Apollo’s collar idly. “I do love her, Dad, but this has nothing to do with that. Christmas Eve was always special with Bucky. We had our own traditions that we started together and I don’t get to do that this year.”

“Y/N, look at me.”

She raised her eyes to meet her father’s.

“You know, neither your mother nor this Bucky fellow would want us to sit here and mourn during what’s supposed to be a happy time. I won’t force you to go...but I’m going because your mother would kick my ass if I sat here and moped around. Promise me you won’t do the same.”

She sighed and scooped Apollo’s head from her legs, moving them before placing him back on the cushion. “I’m not. I’m going out, too.”

In typical father fashion, she was met with a gruff, “Where to?”

Her shoulders rolled in a shrug as she grabbed her jacket, purse and keys. “Out. Around town. Crazy. I don’t really know, Dad. It’s just wherever the road takes me.” As she was getting ready, she caught a glimpse of his features twisted in worry. Her cerulean orbs rolled as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “I work with the Avengers, for crying out loud, Dad. I’ll be safe, I promise.”

He grumbled a bit before giving her a small nod. “You’re right. Just be careful and have your butt back in this house by 11 o’clock. Santa starts his rounds at midnight, you know.”

She couldn’t help but snort at the sentiment as she stepped through the door. “Love you, Dad!”

Y/N drove around town for a while, weaving through the streets and losing herself in her thoughts. She thought about the Christmas Eve traditions she started with Bucky, how goofy they were but they had meant the world to her...and to him as well it seemed. She went out every year and would buy them a new set of Christmas pajamas to wear, one small game each, a mug, a snack and a pack of hot cocoa and wrap those items up in a box for them to open on Christmas Eve. The year prior, she bought him a green light-up onesie that said “fa-la-la-llama” and had a big wool llama on it. Though he grumbled and griped, he snatched it from her hands when she went to take it back and wore it with pride, even if Steve and Natasha both keeled over cackling at him.

She couldn’t help but smile at the memory as she turned onto a road that led outside the town and into the countryside. As she raced past the lines of oaks and maples, she thought about taking Bucky back there, showing him where she grew up. She envisioned taking Apollo for a walk in the forest until they came to a clearing, where Bucky would have laid out this little picnic (complete with snacks for the pupper). They would devour the food while savoring each other’s presence and the majestic scenery before he’d twist to her and take her hand, opening a small square velvet box…

If they ever saw Thanos again, she’d do what Thor didn’t and aim right for his bulbous head.

Bright neon lights flashed “Late Night Dine Right” up ahead, breaking her from her rage momentarily. Her gut let out a deep growl, and she realized she hadn’t eaten much all day. A diner burger did sound really good just then.

Once she had the car safely parked in their gravel parking lot, she sauntered in and was immediately transported back to the 1950s. They really made the place look like a classic diner. The floor was coated in white and black checkered linoleum. The candy-apple-red booths and barstools were leather, puffed up to look extra inviting and comfortable. The tabletops were solid, white with a few scuff marks from the millions of plates they probably saw slide across them. In one corner of the room was an old-time jukebox, radiating red, orange and yellow neon while it crooned Bing Crosby’s “White Christmas.” She couldn’t help but snort slightly. Bucky would have loved the place.

“Go ahead and make yourself at home, sweet pea! I’ll be right with you!”

The silvery voice broke Y/N away from her appreciation of the scene in front of her and onto the woman behind the counter. The woman looked to be in her 50s or 60s. Her curly red hair was pinned up in a Lucille Ball style, her lips painted fire engine red. The dress she donned was a Tiffany blue with a white waist apron. Y/N reached her own arm and gave it a slight pinch. No, this wasn’t some oddly specific facet of her imagination. This was the real world.

Shrugging her jacket off, she followed the waitress’s orders and slid into a booth right by the door, facing across from the jukebox. Menus were resting right on the table, so she grabbed one to peruse. Chicken parmesan, eggs benedict, t-bone steak with hash browns...everything sounded so good. Before she got the most extravagant thing, though, she wanted to try a hamburger. You could usually tell how good the rest of the food was at a place if their burgers were up to snuff. Just as she was placing the menu back in its holder, the waitress appeared by her table.

“Hi there, sweet pea. I’m Miss Georgia and I’m going to be your waitress this evening. What can I get you to drink?”

Up close, she could see that Georgia had dark circles under her eyes, no doubt from busting her rear working at a 24/7 diner on Christmas Eve. Suddenly, Y/N felt very sheepish and very guilty.

“I’m sorry, Georgia. I didn’t even think. I shouldn’t be making you work extra on Christmas Eve.”

Georgia offered her a genuine smile. “Oh honey. I’d be working my tail off whether you were here or not. You seem like a sweetheart and aren’t gonna cause me any problems, unlike half the drunk clientele I get in here. Now, what can I get ya?”

Y/N gave the woman a warm grin. “Water with lemon, please.”

“‘Water with lemon,’” Georgia repeated, scribbling the drink order in her notepad. “And judging by how you put that menu back, I’m guessing you’re ready to order. What would you like?”

“I’d like a double cheeseburger please, with cheddar if you have it, and a side of seasoned fries.”

Georgia’s fingers scribbled the order quickly and she gave Y/N another wide smirk. “A woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. Sweet pea, I like you. Order’s coming right up, okay?”

“Thank you!” Y/N called as she took the order back to the kitchen. She waited a moment before digging in her purse and retrieving her sketchbook and pencil case, spreading the materials out on the table in front of her. She opened the book to a random page, and a gasp escaped her lips.

Inside the random page she chose was a picture she had tucked away. A tall man with long, dark chocolate tendrils was staring straight out of the photo and into her heart, it felt like. His cocky smirk made her heart race, her breath stop. She was the one who took the photo during one of their first dates at a Romanian cafe, and she had completely forgot about it. Tears stung her eyes.

She was so focused on her find that she didn’t even notice Georgia’s return until the water was placed in front of her. “Oh my, what a little cutie! Is that your boyfriend?”

Y/N could do nothing but swallow and nod.

“You got yourself quite a catch! He looks so handsome and mysterious. Almost reminds me of someone my grandmother once dated actually. She took a picture with him at Coney Island. Huh. Maybe a distant relative.” Georgia stopped momentarily, her head craning to get into your line of vision. “Sweet pea, it’s Christmas Eve! There’s no crying on Christmas Eve!”

Y/N sniffled and wiped at her eyes. “S-Sorry. It’s just...Christmas was one of our favorite seasons together.”

Georgia offered a sympathetic nod. “My Henry was like that as well. This is...this is my first season without him actually. That’s why I’ve buried myself in shifts here. One day, I was cooking in our kitchen and he was in the living room. I heard him call for me, and I caught the tail end of him turning into ash right in front of my eyes.”

Y/N looked up at the woman, whose jungle green eyes were glistening with tears. “Oh, Miss Georgia. I’m so sorry. That’s...I lost Bucky that way, too.”

There was a sigh from the waitress. “Well...they say that the Avengers are actively working on a solution, if there even is one. If they had been around prior to all this happening, maybe it wouldn’t even be a problem.”

Y/N wanted to leap to the defense of her team, but Georgia was suffering just as much as she was, and in times of crisis, people looked for someone to blame even if they didn’t deserve that blame. If...when they found a solution to what happened, a reversal, maybe then people wouldn’t be so harsh on the team.

“I’ll be home for Christmas…”

Georgia snarled from the tableside. “Now, how rude is that? That damn jukebox is playing on our misery! Huh uh. No way.” She stomped over to the jukebox and jammed her fingers against the screen, instantly changing discs. Rotating on her heel, she turned her attention to Y/N. “I’m gonna make a sign. No one is allowed to play that song when either one of us is here.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. Oh, she liked Georgia. She was sweet and friendly but also feisty. “Oh, Miss Georgia,” Y/N chuckled. “I propose a new Christmas tradition! I’ll come back here every Christmas Eve as long as you’re working.”

Georgia stopped as she traipsed behind the counter. A smile played at her lips before she turned her full focus back to Y/N, green eyes alight. “Well now, sweet pea...I’d think I’d like that.”

For four consecutive years, Y/N kept her promise to Georgia. Every holiday season kept getting easier and easier, thanks to their little tradition. It was an added bonus that the food was spectacular...and she got to visit her dad and Apollo.

It was going on the fifth year when things got a little rocky, particularly with Steve. When he caught wind of Y/N’s request for her usual two weeks off, he instantly barged into her suite at the compound.

“Y/N, please tell me you’re not going back there this year” he pleaded.

Y/N was sprawled out on her bed with her Kindle in her hand, and she cocked an eyebrow at the way he approached her. “Excuse me? Stevie, you know I go every year. You’ve never had a problem before. What gives?”

He started pacing at the front of her bed, muscular hands running through his dirty blonde locks. “Y/N, you know we’re just so, so close to fixing this thing. With Scott and Tony actively working with that time contraption of theirs, I think we might finally be on the brink of a possible solution...a possible reversal.”

Y/N sighed heavily and put the tablet aside before rising to her feet to join the super soldier. “Steve...Tony and Scott have been working on that thing all year. That I know of, they aren’t any closer to reversing anything or bringing anyone back than we were last year. I don’t want to break a tradition on a possibility and not a certainty.”

The kid from Brooklyn worried his lower lip with his teeth. “I just...if we are able to reverse this or get them back...I want you to be the first person Buck sees if we can get him back by Christmas.”

Y/N had dreamed several times about being back in Bucky’s arms in the five years since the decimation. Her body ached for it, yearned for him. But other people felt the same way. Her father felt that way for her mother, Georgia for Henry. And the whole situation was still a big “if.” Tony and Scott had made some headway, but who knew if it was enough to bring Bucky back? Going to [Y/Hometown/N] was a certainty. Being there for her father and Georgia was absolution.

She reached up and caressed Steve’s face gingerly. “That’s a sweet thought, Stevie...and I do want to be the first person he sees. But you know how being there for my dad and Georgia have helped them heal...helped me heal. I have to go. You know how to reach me. If there’s any development, call me and I’ll race right down.”

Steve gave a nod of understanding, but Y/N could see the pain in his eyes. He really wanted her to be there when Bucky came back...if Bucky came back. “Just be safe okay, and promise you will race right down if I call?”

“What, you don’t think I would any other time?” she teased, poking him in the ribs. “Stevie, I will. I just have to do this, for me, Dad, and Miss Georgia.”

“Just be careful,Y/N. And Merry Christmas early.”

“Merry Christmas, Steve.”

No one could ever say that Y/N wasn’t true to her word. Christmas Eve, she strolled right in to the Late Night Dine Right diner, clad in a bright green knit sweater with a plush puppy protruding out of it that barked when its nose was poked. Georgia was behind the counter pouring coffee for a patron, but she gave Y/N a wide grin and waved. “Have a seat, sweet pea! I’ll have Marcus start your burger!”

“Thanks, Miss Georgia!” Y/N called, spreading out her art supplies in front of her much like she had that first night half a decade ago. She flipped the pages until she got to a sketch she was working on, the jukebox that was perched in the corner of the diner. Her eyes flicked up to get a good look at the jukebox, and she couldn’t help but guffaw at the giant “NO ‘I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS’” sign.

Georgia set down a glass of water in front of her and smirked. “Ain’t had anyone try to be slick yet!”

“You’d set them straight anyway, Miss Georgia. I know you.”

The red head just laughed as she strode back behind the counter.

Y/N focused back on her sketch. The outside of the jukebox was easy because it was so large. The intricacies of the buttons and all the other details? That was another task entirely. She lost herself in the crisscross pattern of the speaker portion, making sure each hash mark was perfectly aligned and looked meticulous. It wasn’t until she paused that she heard the beginning of that song that had been banned for that day and that day only.

“I’ll be home for Christmas. You can count on me.”

Y/N’s head snapped up, her blue eyes glaring daggers into the head of the long-haired straggler looming over the jukebox. “Hey, asshole!” she hissed, rising from her seat. “Can’t you fucking read? The sign specifically says-”

Before she could continue her tirade, the stranger rotated on his heel. His lips curled up into a cocky, arrogant smirk at the woman who was chastising him just seconds before. His piercing caramel eyes made her breath hitch and her heart stop.

“Oh my god,” she breathed out incredulously. She almost couldn’t believe who was standing in front of her. Yet there he stood, in all of his super soldier glory. “Bucky?”

“Merry Christmas, doll.”

[delicatelyherdreams]

INTRODUCTION Merry Christmas everyone! This year, I chose to partake in a Secret Santa Marvel Fic exchange hosted by @itsbuckysworld and I had the privilege of getting to write for @marvellingdaydreams. Merry Christmas Doyle! I hope that this fic lives up to your expectations! And so, without further ado... 

DelicatelyHerDreams Productions proudly presents

A Christmas Promise

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the compound all the creatures were stirring as with the loud music’s sound.

The Avengers were gathered in their nicest clothes. Chatting and laughing and putting on shows.

There you stood in the distant corner, awaiting the man who would be your partner.

———

You hummed in content as you sipped from your flute of champagne. Tony had really outdone himself this year with the Christmas Party. Guests milled around as they talked, merrily exchanging sentiments and funny stories.

You could see Steve talking with Sam and Natasha over by the open bar, Thor chatting up some of the politicians that were in attendance, and Tony, the host of the evening, talking to some of the remaining Avengers. Everyone was accounted for except for the man you wanted.

Bucky had promised you he’d come to the party this year. He hadn’t gone to any of Tony’s Christmas parties in the previous years, opting to simply stay in his apartment and watch the Christmas specials that were playing on television. Even then, he had only begrudgingly agreed to come to this one after you had begged him to join you this year. 

You were anxious but excited, looking forward to getting to spend this Christmas with him.

The party was in full swing now, having already been going on for an hour. You were starting to grow doubtful that he’d ever show up.

You were already on your second or third drink of the night and still he hadn’t showed. You were wondering if he’d gotten stuck or something.

You set your flute down as you stood up. Weaving in and out of the crowds, you made your way to the room’s exit. You gently pushed the door open and slipped out into the silence of the hallway. It was a great contrast to the loud music that had been pulsing inside the party and a warm welcome. Taking a deep breath, you began to walk down the hallway towards the bedrooms where yours and Bucky’s shared suite lay. It didn’t take you long to reach it at all and when you got there you knocked on the door gently. “Bucky?” you called out quietly. 

Behind the door, there was muffled swearing and scuffling. A thud and a crash later, the door was opened from the inside to reveal a highly disheveled Bucky in a poorly put together suit. His vest was halfway done and the white shirt on underneath it was askew. His bow tie hung loosely around his neck and his hair was half gelled to his head with loose ends framing his face. His eyes were wide with panic as he looked at you. “H-Hey, (y/n),” he said nervously.

You gave him a once over before giving him a look that asked “really?”

“Okay so I know I’m late,” he said, his voice dripping with panic. “And I’m sorry that I kept you waiting but—”

“Move over, soldier,” you said as you pushed by him into the room.

It was an utter mess. Discarded suits and other clothes were strewn about the floor looking like a tornado had torn through the room. He’d obviously gotten dressed and undressed many times before now. At least seven bow ties were strewn about his bed, all in neat lines as if he had been seriously deliberating on which one to wear.

You spun around as you stared at the room. 

He stood there with his gaze averted from you. “I tried to be ready by the time the party started, but I couldn’t figure out what to wear. All of the suits were just too itchy or too uncomfortable and I knew I wouldn’t be able to dance in them...”

You said nothing, taking in the sight. 

“(y/n)?” he prompted. “Are you going to say anything? Doll?”

You shook your head. “No.” You took a deep breath and turned to look at him. “Buck, why didn’t you just tell me you were struggling? I could’ve come to help you or we would’ve figured something out.” You smiled softly as you approached him.

He shrugged and averted his gaze. “I dunno... I guess...” His lips pursed tightly. “You were so excited to go to this party and I didn’t want to stress you out by telling you that I couldn’t figure out a single thing to wear or how to even wear it properly. I was going to surprise you and show you that I could do this and give you a good time tonight.”

“Oh Bucky...” You wrapped your arms around his neck. “It’s not the party I was excited about; it was you.”

He stared down at you. “Even if I’m just a dork who can’t figure out this stupid bow tie?” He gave you a weak laugh as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

You smiled up at him. “Yes, even then.” Standing up on your toes, you pressed a small kiss to the tip of his nose. “Now, what do you say we just ditch the party and stay in instead? We don’t need to go out to have a good Christmas.”

He hummed. “That sounds nice. Can I change out of the suit?”

“Of course. I’ll go back to my room and get into some comfy clothes and then I’ll meet you at the movie room, yeah?”

“Yeah. Can’t wait, doll.”

You pulled away from him and dashed out of the bedroom. Down the hall you traveled, stopping at your own room. With the door closed behind you, you squirmed out of your dress and made your way to the dresser. Pulling open the drawer, you retrieved a set of fuzzy Christmas pajamas and tugged them on. The next stop was the bathroom where you hastily wiped off the make-up you had put so much time into. But you didn’t care. It was relieving to strip it off knowing that you could relax afterwards. You threw away the used make-up rags and tossed your hair up into a messy bun. Feeling comfy, cool, and complete, you were ready to head out. You scooped a few blankets off of your bed before marching out of your room towards the movie room.

You’d scolded Tony when he’d first paid a ridiculous amount of money to have the room installed, but now you had to say that you appreciated it. The large and luxurious couches that were set up in front of the humongous screen were always warm and comfortable. 

Bucky was already on the love-seat with a mountain of blankets and food. On the screen, the movie Elf had been cued and was ready to begin when you were.

You scuttled through the room to his side, eager to let the movie night begin.

Bucky looked up and smiled at you as you plopped down next to him. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you in close and rested his chin on your shoulder. “FRIDAY? Start the movie, please.”

“Right away sir,” came the automated voice and the movie began to play.

If you said you were actually paying attention to it and not sitting there highly conscious of Bucky’s breath tickling your skin, you’d be lying. You were distracted and painfully aware of how close he was to you. You knew you shouldn’t have been—he was your boyfriend and all, and you’d been somewhat intimate many times—but it didn’t matter if it was the first or the thousandth time, he never failed to arouse the butterflies in your stomach.

He sighed softly against your skin, the air tickling your shoulder. “’Angry elf,’” he snickered as he watched Buddy be attacked by the other character. “He is an angry elf, isn’t he?”

You nodded absently. “The angriest elf of all.”

A few seconds of silence passed before Bucky jolted beneath you. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He shifted his position as he reached over the side of the couch to retrieve a small red and green bag that you hadn't noticed before. On the bag, a small Christmas tree smiled up at you with its ridiculously cartoony face and said, “Merry Christmas!”

You looked at it with a curious gaze. “Bucky,” you chided, “you didn't have to get me anything.”

He chuckled. “I know, but I wanted to.”

“I thought we had agreed on no gifts this year,” you said with a small pout. Honoring your agreement, you hadn't gotten him anything and, now that he was presenting you with this package and you had nothing to give him in return, you felt terrible for it.

He shrugged, acknowledging the aforementioned agreement, but held out the gift nonetheless. “I know we did, but this isn’t really a gift. It’s something you already have, but in a different form. Go on, open it.”

You were hesitant to because you didn't understand what he meant when he said you already had it, but, after a bit of silent debate, you finally took it and opened it. 

Inside the gift bag was a small and black velvet box, just barely big enough to fit in the palm of your hand.

Your heart sped up in your chest and you felt the air get sucked from your lungs. Your eyes flickered up to his face. “Bucky I—”

“Don’t panic,” he said reassuringly, a smile playing at his lips. “I’m not proposing. Well, not yet at least...” He shook his head. “Just open it.”

You searched his face a bit more before obliging and opening the small box. A silver ring stared up at you from its place on the cushion. There wasn't anything special about its outward appearance as it was just a simple band with nothing on the surface; but upon further inspection, you saw two simple things engraved on the inside of the band. The word “Promise” was etched into the surface right next to a small star that matched the one painted on his metal arm.

“It’s a promise ring,” Bucky explained as you examined it. “You already have my heart, but I wanted to give you a physical reminder that it’s yours and only yours. I wanted to promise myself to you and let you know that, whenever you’re ready, I will always be there for you to have. And I promise that, no matter what, I will always love you.”

You gently lifted the ring from its spot on the small cushion and slid it onto your ring finger. You twisted your hand in the dim light to see how it looked on you and smiled. “Promise,” you repeated. You turned your eyes to him and nodded. “I accept your promise and, in return, I want you to know that you have my heart as well as all my love too. You're it for me, Buck; you’re the only one for me and you will always be the only one.” You smiled up at him and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips.

He kissed you back as he cradled your cheek in his flesh hand. When he finally pulled away to get some air back in his lungs, he rested his forehead against yours. With a soft gin, he whispered to you, “Merry Christmas, (y/n).”

You hummed as you moved your head to the crook of his neck and nuzzled into the soft skin there. “Merry Christmas to you too, Buck.”

The night carried on in a blissful peace, the party long forgotten as you laid there in each other’s arms. It didn’t take long for you to slowly drift off to sleep, lulled into the land of dreams by his steady heartbeat and his breathing. It had to be one of the best sleeps you’d ever experienced, one made calm and peaceful with his Christmas promise and what it meant for your future. As you finally succumbed to the growing weariness in your body, you couldn't help but think about how much you loved this man and you were glad you got to spend this Christmas with him. It definitely took the title of “best Christmas ever.”

[sgtbxckybxrnes]

Holiday Cuddles

A/N: This is my secret santa gift to @whiskey-cokenfanfic !!! And thanks to @itsbuckysworld for host this amazing challenge!!! Merry Christmas, I hope you had a great day! This isn't the original fic I had written, but I lost my thumb stick so I wrote it today, I hope you like it!

Steve x Reader

You had just finished a long day at work. Working with kids was great, you loved them, but with it being so close to the holidays they were getting antsy, and so were you. You and your Fiance, Steve had the next couple weeks off to finish the year off together and with friends or family. Walking into your shared house, a smile was brought to your lips as you looked around. Steve must have decorated more while you were gone because all through your house were lights and candle were lit in almost every room, making it smell wonderful in your house. Slipping your shoes off, you walked to the living room to see Steve and your dog, Bud, cuddling on the couch.

Steve was asleep while Bud laid on his lap, wagging his tail as you walked closer, Once you reached the couch, Bud hopped off the couch and moved to his bed that was by the tree. Sitting on the couch, you twisted your body so you were laying against Steve and you moved his arm so it was around your shoulders. You felt his grip tightened, a sign that he was waking up and you began pressing soft kisses along his jaw and to the corner of his mouth, feeling him smile at your actions.

"Hello, beautiful," he mumbled into the kiss that you had given him as he moved his arms lower so they wrapped around your waist and he pulled you into his lap, giggles escaping your mouth as his hands moved around your body as he attacked you with playful kisses across your face.

You pulled your face away to look at him with bright eyes, and as you looked at him, his eyes were bright but laced with sleep.

"Have you eaten anything?" you asked him as you shifted slightly allowing you to get more comfortable.

He nodded and jutted his chin towards the coffee table were you saw a plate with some leftovers from the Chinese food you guys had gotten the night prior. With a nod you look back at Steve who had never taken his eyes off you and you felt a blush creep onto your face.

You and Steve had been together for years but he was still able to make you blush like the first time you had ever met him. You Moved your arms around his neck and brought your face close to his, your noses touching and smiles on both your faces. You felt any stress you had leave your body as Steve rubbed circles into your hips.

With Christmas only a few days away, you guys were surrounded by presents that had already been wrapped under the tree with holiday decor filling gaps in your normal decorations.

With a silence filling that room that was comforting, the two of you were just cuddling on the couch, letting the calming feeling of holiday scents and each other bringing a certain calming sense to the room.

You felt your eyes start to droop, the work of your day and honestly, the past few weeks just start to hit you. And the feeling of Steve's arms around you was calming enough, you let sleep take you, the last thing you felt was Steve whisper something that you didn't quite catch but with sleep overcoming, you couldn't find it in your body to focus on what it was.

If you had heard him, you might have woken up instantly, but you didn't and Steve was letting you sleep and the surprise of the secret wait until Christmas.

This was going to be a Christmas for the books for sure. And Steve couldn't wait.

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Sareureuk

•The motion of snowflakes slowly melting under the morning sun•

Pairing : Tony Stark x @imagineandimagine

Summary : When the Quinjet is buried under the snow because of a harsh storm, Tony is set to free them. 

A/N : This is the first time I´m doing a fic for someone, so I hope this is good enough ajfkeaoi I rewrote this one hundred times at least, and I´m still not entirely happy with it lmao. I tried to make it Christmas-y and I hope you like it! It was fun participating in this Secret Santa project :)

Also thank you so much @imbrium-barnes for helping me with this ily

@itsbuckysworld

Exhausted Avengers had collapsed on every spacious nook on the Quinjet, breathing out a sigh of relief from the draining battle that had taken place mere hours ago, when the cold harsh winter snow had decided fate.

Bloody fingers scrambled to grasp anything in their reach as they felt the ground shift, red lights blindingly flickering on wide eyes as the white blanket of snow swallowed the jet.

“TONY?”

Groans and curses filled the jet not moments after, a scrambling Tony dismissing his aching arms and standing up from his place in the cockpit. His stomach sank in guilt as he took in the sight before him, his eyes flickering to M almost instinctively. 

He walked his way to her, crouching down by her sitting form as she rubbed her head.’’ You okay? Are you hurt?’’

M hummed, adjusting herself as she looked past Tony for her other Teammates. A gasp left her as she pulled herself up, brushing past Tony and making her way to an injured Steve hissing in pain.

‘‘He’s stuck! Tony, help me get this off his leg.’‘

A piece of the wall had struck his leg, leaving a gaping hole when they had managed to lift it. Tony watched as worry filled M’s eyes, her gaze again brushing past him and to one of the medical boxes on the ground. 

Steve tried to calm her down, but it only fueled the guilt and jealousy burning deep within Tony. He managed to pluck his eyes from them and avert them to Natasha, who was nursing Clint’s hand with another medical box.

He cursed at himself, looking up at the white bullets raining from above, clattering like ice against the glass. How could he have taken the risk to make the flight? He should have listened to Steve, but his stupid pride couldn’t seem to let him think straight.

Now they’re snowed in the Quinjet.

‘’M, I’m fine, really. It’s nothing big,’’ Steve sighed, a hiss betraying him not soon after.

‘’There was metal in your leg, Steve,’’ M retorted, patting the injured spot after she was done, causing him to hold back another groan with a tight-lipped smile.’’ Is everyone else okay?’’

‘‘No. How am I supposed to use my bow now that my arm and hand is injured? There goes my not-even-superpower,’‘ Clint pouted, earning a smack from Natasha as she stood up and looked out the window.

‘‘Tony, how fast do you think you can fix this?’‘

‘‘FRIDAY?’‘ he called instead. No answer. ‘’Shit. The system must be down.’’

‘‘No signal,’‘ M announced,’‘ I can’t reach Bruce.’‘

Tony walked to the panels, clicking some buttons and pulling some wires as the rest watched him anxiously. His expression when he sat up said it all.

‘‘Even if I do manage to fix this, and I will, there is no guarantee that we can get the jet out of the snow,’‘ he sighed, rubbing his still aching wrists.

‘‘We can wait till the storm clears out, so we can dig?’‘ Steve suggested, trying to sit on one of the benches.

‘‘Until the storm clears out we might be totally covered,’‘ M commented, looking at the miles of untouched white covering the ground, being filled more and more with infinite snowflakes.’‘ We might miss Christmas.’‘ 

‘‘They must search for us eventually, right? We would never miss Christmas!’‘ Clint whined.

‘‘I’ll try my best. In the meantime, don’t eat up all the food will ya? We don’t know for how long we’ll be here,’‘ Tony said, pushing his chair back to crouch by the panels.

‘‘Can I help?’‘ asked a too familiar voice behind him. The voice that whispered in his dreams.

‘‘S-sure, uhm, hand over the, uh, screwdriver,’‘ he stuttered, quickly turning his head back and cursing to himself. God, stop being awkward. 

She handed it to him, situating herself so he couldn’t avoid her eyes quite so easily. “Bummer we might miss Christmas.”

“We won’t, don’t worry,” he reassured her, shooting her a smile.

 That smile ignited something within her, but she repressed it, quickly gathering herself. “Sure about that? We seem pretty deep in the snow.”

He chuckled, heat rising to his face as his guilt started eating at him again. He fucked up Christmas for her.

“Pretty sure, yeah. I’m Ironman, I can fix this,” he boasted, getting a sweet chuckle in return.

“Well I hope it’s soon, Ironman, I have someone to kiss under the mistletoe.” M winked, walking back to a complaining Steve.

A tired sigh left Tony as he put down the cable and rubbed his arm, watching out of the corner of his eye as she laughed with Steve.

Of course she would choose Steve. He was everything Tony wasn’t, and far from anything Tony was. Above all, he wasn’t the one that put her life in danger by making such a reckless decision. 

Jealousy flamed within Tony as he thought about them touching lips under the mistletoe. Steve always had what Tony hadn’t. Righteousness, leadership qualities, his father’s and the whole world’s respect and now most importantly, M’s heart.

It hurt him when he would see her flirting with Steve, her green eyes pooling in his perfect blue ones. Steve denied it, but Tony knew he loved her. It was evident in the way he had gently lifted her up yesterday night, so she could place the star on top of the decorated Christmas tree. He had held her longer than necessary, and she had kissed him on the cheek.

This Christmas had been Tony’s chance to lead her under the mistletoe, even if it was only for a peck on the cheek. He longed for her, the way she would put her palm over the blue light of the arc reactor to see it shine through her fingers, calling it a nightlight. He wanted to see that smile directed to him, when he would make one of his lame jokes or wear some ridiculous clothing, to snuggle up to her on movie night, or wear his colored classes for fun.

He wanted to smell her perfume on his pillow, her brown hair tangled in his fingers or spread over his face. He had wished for Santa to give her love to him as a present, and all he got was anxiety and bottomless guilt. There’s not even a mistletoe. 

Lights flickered above his head, cutting him from his thoughts as the familiar voice of the AI bounced off the walls.’’I am glad you are not dead, sir.’’

‘‘Hello to you too,’‘ he snickered.’’ Ready to get us out of here FRIDAY?’’

‘‘I’m sorry, sir, but the storm is too heavy for me to reach Dr. Banner, or any nearby station. It is too dangerous to take flight.’‘

The disappointment laced in the voice of the AI was almost real, and it kind of scared M. She was still kind of getting used to it, and was amazed that Tony had managed to create something that could interact with emotions. He truly is a genius, and she wanted nothing more than to explore his mind.

‘‘Is the jet functional?’‘ Tony spoke up, cutting her thoughts.

‘‘The snow is blocking the flight system, and if the storm keeps this rate, we can’t open any windows and the oxygen will run out soon.’‘

‘‘This will take hours!’‘ Steve exclaimed, pulling himself up to stand. M clung to him immediately to steady him, but he gently shrugged her off.’’ We have to dig us out before we suffocate.’’

‘‘Steve, you can barely stand,’‘ Natasha sighed.’‘You won’t be able to stand in the storm either.’‘

‘‘I’m fine. This is not the worst I’ve had.’‘ He said,’‘ I can handle a storm.’‘

Tony rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.” And how are you going to dig us out? With your bare hands? I don’t know if you see it, Rogers, but the snow falls faster than you can shovel.”

Steve rolled his eyes too, but didn’t reply. His leg hurt too much, anyways, and the sting from the harsh storm would be unbearable. He just couldn’t sit by and watch.

“I’ll go outside in the suit and use my lasers to melt the ice. You guys stay inside and sing some Christmas songs,” he joked, pressing a button to activate his suit, the cool metal covering him in seconds.

“No, we’re coming with you. It’ll be faster,” M protested, stepping in front of the button that lifted the glass above them. She couldn’t send him out by himself.

“M, please, it’s too harsh out there, you wouldn’t be able to stand let alone shovel. Let me do this.” He placed a metal hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring look before letting the mask close his face.

She sighed, stepping aside and anxiously watching him open the glass above them. The freezing air rushed inside instantly, snow falling down like bullets as everyone clutched their surroundings. Tony flew up quickly, letting the bowl fall close as he struggled against the storm.

“Be careful!” she screamed over the wind, staring up at the sky as he moved about.

Red lasers melted the white snow, thrusters fighting against the force of the wind. He initiated the heating so his suit wouldn’t freeze, dancing around the jet as he desperately made the way for them to fly home.

It was pretty deep, the rapidly adding snow causing it to take longer than necessary. Steadying himself in this storm was hard, his arms still aching and making it exhaustive to keep his arm up to shoot the red flare. 

“Almost done, guys,” echoed through the jet after about forty minutes, earning him sighs of relief.

M couldn’t seem to shake the bad feeling about from her gut, her relief short-lived as Tony had disappeared to the back of the jet, probably cleaning there.

It had been awhile since he came to their side, though, and although everyone else seemed to chat away, M started panicking. Why wasn’t he done? What if something happened to him? No,No he was fine. Tony can handle a snowstorm., Right?

M scrambled to the intercoms, her head pounding.“Tony?” She spoke through the intercom, everyone’s head snapping up in alarm at no response. “Report yourself.”

The cracking through the comms was louder than the deafening silence following it. M rapidly climbed on top the cockpit chair, trying to see around the jet with frightened eyes. She could hear her heart hammering in her ears as she couldn’t catch a glimpse of red between the never ending white.

“I’m going out to find him. There must be something wrong,” she rushed out, wasting no time to tighten her jacket and run towards the control panel to open the bowl.

Natasha stood up to stop her, but the wind held her back as she tried to squint through the snow. ´´She´s crazy.´´

Steve watched helplessly as Natasha ran after her, giving Clint a knowing look as he whispered.´´Crazy in love.´´

The cuts on her cheeks stung heavily as the wind and snow grazed against it, the cold slicing through her thick jacket as anxiety fought against it with heat that almost suffocated her. Her legs sank deep in the white, steps heavy as she prayed desperately to find the red and gold armor. 

What if he was already buried under deep snow? What if they couldn´t find him?

Minutes passed by but it felt like hours, hair whipping in her face and blocking her view as the repressed tears slowly escaped her eyes. They seemed to freeze upon contact with air, leaving her already frozen face coated in frost.

Natasha had tried to convince her to go back, but when she saw that Tony was nowhere in sight, she joined her on the search. Dread settled in and made its nest, and Natasha almost wanted to give up and accept the fact Tony wouldn´t be able to give M the present he had been huddling for weeks.  

A bloodcurdling scream pushed past M´s dry lips as she spotted red, her tired legs moving fast through the mass as Natasha almost cried in relief. M dropped herself next to Tony, rapidly trying to uncover him as tears melted in the snow.´´ Oh my god.´´

The sight before them was terrifying, the mask lifted up to reveal dry and purple lips. His face was as white as the snow, his beard carrying frost and icicles as his nose and eyes were a stark red. ´´He´s breathing,´´ she cried out, throwing herself across him with her head on the dull arc reactor.

´´We have to get him back to the jet,´´Natasha breathed out. M was too relieved to answer, her fingers caressing his face in an effort to warm the life back to him, for he seemed lifeless.

The suit was too heavy for them to carry, but not long after the effort, a limping Steve made his way towards them with an exhausted Clint. 

´´Thank god you´re all alive. I nearly had a heart attack,´´ Steve sighed, bending down to Tony. He bit his lip to refrain from screaming at the sight.

´´With your age, I wouldn´t be surprised,´´ Clint retorted, earning him a tired slap from Natasha as her hand seemed to be frozen solid. 

´´Let´s go back before we turn into ice statues,´´Natasha rushed, watching as Steve almost singlehandedly carried Tony. 

When Tony opened his eyes again, out of the suit with heaps of blankets covering him, he couldn´t contain the relief that he hadn´t died. Watching helplessly in the powered-down suit as the snow fell from the sky and buried him alive, the stinging coldness keeping him from opening his eyes or mouth. He thought he´d went to heaven.

´´You´re awake!´´

Arms slung over his neck, a face pressed against his shoulder as he tried to process what was happening. M pulled away too soon for his liking, her green eyes glistening with tears as she pulled his face closer. Without time to react, her lips were on his, soft and warm. He was too shocked to kiss her back, and immediately regretted it as it came to an end.

M had seemed to realize what she did, for she let out a strangled gasp when she parted, falling back on her ass as she stared at him with wide eyes and red cheeks. It was silent, both of them looking at eachother with a certain fear.

´´I´m sorry.. I.. I don´t.. I don´t know why I did that,´´she stuttered.

He hadn´t answered her, his mind tumbling down in panic as his heart leaped with joy, swelling in his chest as the feel of her lips on his lingered. He had drifted off in his own thoughts, imagining the feel of more than her lips on his, of her body against his, her sighs fanning his face.

´´Please don´t look at me like that,´´ she whispered, looking away from his intense eyes, having no idea what to make of the situation. It was bad enough that she got rejected.´´It hurts too much.´´

That seemed to bring him back to earth. He blinked, finally releasing the breath he was holding and leaping forward to catch her lips again. She squealed, taking his face into her hands as she tried to press herself as close to him as possible. 

He could almost feel the snow that had took up his lungs and heart melt, the warmth that spread through him enough to fuel the whole city. The stinging from the harsh storm on M´s face was now replaced by scruff brushing against her lips, tickling her. 

A cough had interrupted the moment, but eventhough their lips parted, their faces were close enough for their noses to touch, eyes still locked.

´´That is only allowed under the mistletoe!´´ Clint joked, a wave of chuckles going around at their flushed cheeks.

Tony´s eyebrows shot up at the sight before him, now that he had the time to look at his surroundings. The jet was flying through the softly raining snow, the morning sun peaking through like a warm fire as everyone had gathered around his suit. It was standing on its feet, covered in icicles and--

´´Fairy lights? Where did those come from?´´

´´The heavens,´´M answered, lacing her fingers through his as she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

The smile on his face was going to be permanent, he was sure. He sighed in content, chuckling as he thought about how fast things change when you´re on the brink of death. Luckily, this time it was a good change. 

´´Merry Christmas.´´ 

[petersshirts]

Lost | peter parker

pairing: peter parker x MJ

summary: when MJ gets lost on a christmas market, peter freaks out and tries everything to find her

warnings: none

words: 950

A/N: this little piece is for one of the Secret Santa I participated in from @itsbuckysworld and this is for the lovely @boom-its-chris ! i wasn’t so sure what to write but here i am having an attempt, i hope you like it! x

„And then I…“ Peter turned around to face his friend MJ, but she was gone. His eyes widened and he turned 360, but his friend was nowhere to be seen. There were people running past him to find the last few Christmas presents for their loved ones, but he couldn’t see Michelle anywhere. And that’s when Peter started to panic.

The Christmas Market in Queens was huge and he was certain that he would never find MJ again. The two of them walked over the market for a few hours now and enjoying the beautiful surroundings. Peter was completely relaxed and for once, his mind was not wandering off to his duties as Spider-Man, he was right here next to MJ, the girl that had a lot more wit than he did.

Peter had always admired her passion for the matters of others - she would be a much better superhero than he was. She always knew what was right or wrong, never accepting no for an answer. And that’s why he might have developed a small crush on her but was way too scared to tell her that because well, it was MJ.

And now she was gone and Peter had absolutely no idea where she could have gone. She was familiar with the neighbourhood but Peter hated to be all alone while there were a lot of strangers running around, making him nervous. He quickly got his phone out and tapped on MJs’ icon and held the phone to his ear, hoping that she would hear the call in the mass of the people.

But as predicted, he got no answer. Peter could feel sweat trickling down his neck and all he wanted was his Spider-Man Suit that was hid under his bed at home. With that, he could just swing to the next building and look for MJ, hoping that she was not in trouble. Even though he was pretty sure that she was fine on her own, he didn’t like it at all that he had lost her.

So Peter did the only thing he could do - ask people if they had seen the curly haired girl. But no one around him had caught a glimpse of her, and he only got weird looks when he looked completely lost, like a 3-year-old. Peter started wandering over the market, but MJ was nowhere to be seen. He felt so helpless - he had no idea what he should do.

She was not answering her phone and there was no other way to contact her other than walk to her apartment and see if she had gone home. But why would she go one and not even tell him? Did Peter talk too much about the experiments he had been working on with Ned? But MJ was a nerd just like Peter and she had never seem bothered before. Maybe she just didn’t want to come out here with him since it had been the first time the two of them had met outside of school, only the two of them. Maybe she had noticed that Peter was crushing on her and being MJ, she just didn’t need a man in her life.

But his thoughts were interrupted when someone touched his shoulder and he quickly turned around, startling the girl in front of him that was the one and only MJ. Peter sighed and raised an eyebrow when he saw the hot waffle in her hand, a cheeky grin on her face.

„Where did you go? Suddenly, I turned around and you just left. Don’t do that ever again, I completely freaked out!“ Peter grumbled and looked at his friend, but MJ just grinned. „Aw, did little Peter get scared? I was just gone to get some food and I actually told you that. But I guess you were just too distracted.“ She winked at Peter and he could only blush, embarrassed that he had been so caught up in telling her this one story about May nearly burning the whole apartment complex down.

„I’m sorry for going. I know that you panic quickly. It won’t happen again.“ MJ send him a kind smile that made his knees go weak and he could only smile back, completely forgotten that he had been panicking for the last few minutes. „Okay, thanks. I had no idea what to do with myself.“ Peter stumbled over his own words but MJ just grinned and held out the hand with the waffle.

„Want a taste?“

And that’s how they spend the rest of the night, walking over the market with happy faces and at the end of the night, Peter dared to take MJs hand and she didn’t say anything, just smiled, urging Peter on that he was doing the right thing.

He was not at the point to tell MJ that he liked her, but it would happen one day when he was sure that he actually liked her back. But until then, he would enjoy the presence of his friend, both of them munching on delicious foods and laughs filling the air.

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[bucky-smiles]

Daisy’s 2019 Secret Santa!

Hello lovely Tumblr Community! Holiday Season is upon us therefore I’m hosting a Secret Santa exchange for both the Marvel and Criminal Minds writing community here on Tumblr :D

If you’d like to enter, here are some simple rules: 

You don’t have to be following me, but please signal boost through a reblog :D

Entries need to be done by 11-23 so that I can pair up people that weekend to give assignments. Fill out this Google Form to officially enter. 

While this is in honor of the holiday season, the due date for your gift will be 1-4-2020. Please try to get it in by this date, it won’t be the best of feelings to your gift receiver if they’ve already submitted their oneshot and haven’t gotten anything in turn. 

Please tag me in the oneshot you write as well as your gift receiver. 

Please put #CMMSecretSanta in one of your first 5 tags when you post your oneshot

I’ll be making a list of everyone who enters so honestly just befriend one another if you’re comfortable. It’s about spreading the joy and love and making new friends! 

New writers are welcome! Veteran writers are welcome! Every writer is welcome! Don’t be discouraged or anxious or anything of the sort! It’s a bunch of lovely people doing lovely things for each other!

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[itsbuckysworld]

Happy New Year! Happy Secret Santa Masterlist!

As promised here’s the master list with all the amazing pieces that were in the secret santa fic exchange I hosted. It was a whale of a good time, at least for me, and I hope you made friends, I hope you had fun, everything! 

Feel free to give me some feedback about the event in general so that I know what to tweak should another fic exchange happen on this blog! If you haven’t seen your gift, your person might have not posted it yet, I will be nudging them all, or maybe it’s here and you didn’t know all along! Please read them and give feedback to your secret santa!

Thank you everyone that participated and helped make this event even more amazing. I love you all for the constant support! Thank you thank you thank you.

How the list works: I’ll be tagging it the following way @/Person A gifted this piece(linked) to @/Person B

A/N: there’s no rhyme or reason to this order, this is just how the #ibwsmarvelsecretsanta had y’all, and then i went through my chats for any stragglers. (If the # for the event isn’t in the first five tags of your piece, tumblr won’t show it in the search results when you search #ibwsmarvelsecretsanta, just so u know :) )

                                                   Happy reading!

@buckysbeardliness gifted No Need For A Mistletoe to @sgtbxckybxrnes

@floral-and-fine gifted Stakeout to @the-canary

@bucky-smiles gifted Fool For You to @buckymorelikefuckmebarnes

@itsbuckysworld (me) gifted Not A Study Date to @lauxxury

@aunty-peggy gifted Santa Tell Me It’s You to @marvelliz

@imagineandimagine gifted Mountain Cabin to @sgtbucketbarnes (previously puppy-bucky)

@missnighttigress gifted I’ll Be Home For Christmas to @oh-snap-bucky

@ginatoldmeso gifted Ever So Softly to @polygamoussquamous

@delicatelyherdreams gifted A Christmas Promise to @marvellingdaydreams

@whiskey-cokenfanfic gifted A Christmas Surprise to @jaamesbbarnes

@jaamesbbarnes gifted Book Of Hope to @broke-on-books (previously Marvel-owns-my-life)

@boom-its-chris gifted Baby, You’re Fine Art to @floral-and-fine

@sgtbxckybxrnes gifted Holiday Cuddles to @whiskey-cokenfanfic

@imbrium-barnes gifted Christmas Truce to @aunty-peggy

@broke-on-books (previously marvel-owns-my-life) gifted Charm to @supersoldier-of-asgard

@supersoldier-of-asgard gifted Sareureuk to @imagineandimagine

@petersshirts gifted Lost to @boom-its-chris

@polygamoussquamous gifted Untitled to @buckysbeardliness

@marvellingdaydreams gifted Mistletoe Musings to @missnighttigress

@lauxxury gifted Royal Holidays to @mattaretto

@marvelliz gifted Secret Santa to @allithewriter

@introvertfangirl gifted Untitled to @bucky-smiles

@trashybutnottootrashy gifted Dogs Work Better Than Pickup Lines to @itsbuckysworld(me! <3)

@mattaretto gifted Flowers to @delicatelyherdreams

@blackwidownatalia gifted Christmas Confessions to @imbrium-barnes

@allithewriter gifted Fourth Time’s The Charm to @petersshirts

@the-canary gifted Sugar Plum to @blackwidownatalia

@marvel-lously gifted Crush to @ginatoldmeso 

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Thank you so much for participating and hopefully I’ll see some of you, if not all of you, on my next fic exchange!

Lots Of Love Little L (that’s a lot of L’s lmao)

[that-witch-bastard]

Secret Santa fic exchange

This one here is for @bucky-smiles for an event organized by the wonderful @itsbuckysworld :D

Bucky x Reader x Steve

1467 words

warnings: some angst, happy ending, other than that it’s just fluff overload

Description: Takes place in the 1940s. Biker!Mechanic!Bucky, ArtTeacher!Steve, the Reader is a coffee shop owner. One night Steve gets in a serious fight and the two boys come to her seeking refuge. 

Hope you enjoy it :) <3

It was already getting dark outside, Y/N was cleaning tables when she heard a bike pull up outside. Her heartbeat accelerated, breathing hitched. She couldn’t help but smile when she recognized Steve and James, or Bucky Bear, as she liked to think about him. She would never say that to his face though. She was utterly, madly and completely head over heels for him. She never acted on it though. She couldn’t.  

The two men started coming to her café a long time ago. Steve was a teacher at a nearby school and he oversaw the late-night art class. Bucky worked at a car garage. He was a kind of a rebel. He always wore a leather jacket and rode a motorbike he had assembled himself from parts he stole from the garage where he worked. She became their closest friend from the moment they first set foot in her café. A wave of memories washed over her.

It was already dark outside, in the bleak midwinter. Steve had just been in a fight and was almost passed out, slung over Bucky’s shoulder. Their apartment was too far away, and Buck just pushed the door open hoping to find somewhere for Steve to lie down. Y/N was surprised and scared, but when she saw the blood gushing out of Steve’s nose and the terrified look on Bucky’s face, she agreed to help them. That’s how their friendship started. They understood and, in a way, completed each other. After a few months, the boys confided in Y/N – they told her their biggest secret, which was being a couple. It was a very emotional and beautiful moment. She was very supportive and didn’t even flinch at the revelation. She was deeply moved at the trust they placed in her, knowing how hard it must have been for them. She hugged Steve, who almost cried in relief, and made to hug Bucky, too. She did it, despite her heartbreaking, as Bucky stood still, unmoving. She wanted to be happy for him. In truth, he was on the verge of breaking down, because the smell of her hair was almost too much for him to bear. It’s not that he didn’t love Steve. He did, with all his heart. But he was falling for Y/N as well. She was sweet, kind, caring and understanding. Her jokes and witticisms never failed to amuse him, even if he didn’t show it. He didn’t want to give either of them hope.  

As she reminisced, Steve and Bucko entered. Steve hugged her, and Bucky just sat down, clearly tense. She could sense that there was something heavy hanging in the air. There was tension there, stress and… something else. Something she couldn’t quite label, but what was known to her. She soon found out what that was.

-          Y/N, we have something to tell you – said Steve in a quiet voice.

Bucky, who has now stood up and paced for a while, was standing in the corner of the room. He watched the people on the street.

-          What is it? Are you ok? – Y/N asked. She thought maybe Steve was dying or something. He looked nervous and unsure.  

-          Well, that depends… - he answered

-          On what, Steve? – she was getting impatient at his evasiveness – Hey, you started talking, now you finish it. Please, Stevie – she said as she saw tears welling up in his eyes – You know you can tell me anything – she grabbed his hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

Bucky can’t stand it anymore. He can’t take another second of uncertainty. Another second of being omitted in Y/N’s affections.

-          WE LOVE YOU! That’s what’s going on! – His hair is dishevelled, his heartbeat accelerated. He looks murderous and yet there is something, everything, appealing in him.

Y/N is dumbstruck, her brain is trying to process the information it had just received.

Could this be real?

Is he for real?

Like, seriously?

Can this really be happening?

But… she’s there, so are Steve and Bucky. She pinched her forearm. Nothing. She’s not dreaming. A small bubble of joy is born in her chest, and it’s growing at an alarming pace. They love her. They really do. She can’t believe it, she’s just so happy. Because, of course, she loves them, too. Both of them. Steve and his hands covered in graphite and Bucky with his brooding persona. She loved them with all her heart. But she was silent. There were no words to express her joy.

Bucky’s conclusions were different, though. He thought her to be looking for a gentle way to shoot them down, to tell them that they were freaks – not only were they queer but also denied monogamy. Monsters, weirdos. Obscenities. He was so anguished, so worn out and in so much pain that his mind switched into autopilot, commanded by self-preservation. He picked up his jacket and stormed out of the café, leaving the dumbstruck Y/N and silent Steve behind.

That made Y/N snap out of her bubble of joyous imaginings and sent her back into reality. She had the fragile Stevie sitting before her, apparently unable to move and the furious Bucky trying to start his bike outside. It was starting to rain. On the spur of the moment, she smiled and gave Steve a quick kiss. Then she ran after Bucky and called:

-          Buck! Wait!

He stopped, his back heaving. Slowly, he turned around. It caused Y/N pain to see him like that, but… she didn’t do anything wrong. She was just taken by surprise.

-          What? – he said, pain loud and clear in his voice – What do you want, Y/N? Huh? If you came after me to tell me what a freak I am and how much I disgust you, then don’t bother, ok? Because you couldn’t possibly say anything that I haven’t heard myself say thousand times over. That it’s weird. Unnatural, even. I know that people aren’t ready to hear about this stuff, let alone face it. But I love him. And I love you, too. I don’t want to have to choose between you and Steve. I want you both. Call me selfish, but that’s the truth.  If you don’t want…

He wanted to keep talking, to let the anguish out, but he was interrupted. Normally, he would have been annoyed at someone interjecting, but this was the best interruption ever. As Y/N listened to his monologue, she slowly walked up to him and simply kissed him. Straight on the mouth. She finally found a way to express her feelings. When Bucky felt her warm lips on his, his head spun. For a moment his brain was too dazzled to tell him what to do next, but when he recovered, he kissed Y/N back with all the passion that was burning in him. That one kiss meant more than a whole dictionary of words ever could. A pleasant sensation of warmth filled both their bodies. Neither of them had ever felt anything quite like it. The months of friendship, the feeling that both, or rather all three of them hid and all the stress from a few moments before, it was all there, making a bitter-sweet cocktail of emotions. More sweet than bitter.  Neither of them wanted to terminate the moment of pure happiness. They were brutally interrupted by a small cough, that could only originate in Steve’s asthmatic lungs. They turned around to face him, Y/N’s back pressed flush against Bucky’s broad, muscular chest. Steve was smiling broadly, his slightly crooked teeth on display.

-          Oh, don’t let me interrupt, I want to see how it ends.

Y/N, who was more confident than ever (after all, she just found out that the two men she loved cared for her and loved her, too) smiled even wider and said:

-          Oh, you’re gonna - as she unglued herself from Bucky, only to walk up to Steve and plant a wet, passionate kiss on his lips.

She could tell just how turned on he was, tasting both her and his boyfriend. His hands were on her hips, hers on his neck. Bucky, who was happier than he had ever been, chuckled quietly. Steve stopped kissing Y/N and looked up at his boyfriend. The brunette wrapped his muscular arms around the both of them, taking the moment in. The feeling of rain on their faces, the warmth of each other’s bodies.

They spent the rest of the night in Y/N’s cosy apartment, just a few blocks over. They snuggled. They kissed and felt and touched. They got to know each other closely, intimately, in ways none of them ever expected would happen. Afterwards, they fell asleep, the two men sandwiching Y/N between them, feeling content, sated and happy.

[margueritegracq]

Charm

My Fic for @itsbuckysworld Marvel Secret Santa

I got @supersoldier-of-asgard

Pairing: Bucky x you

Genre: Mostly Fluff, maybe a pinch of angst in the middle.

Word Count: 1145

Warnings: Bad writing.

Summary: After a car accident Leyha signs up for a group therapy program near her house. There she meets a mysterious man with an obviously painful past.

That day changed things. It split your life into a before and after, a then and a now. You were driving down the interstate, towards your mom's house when it happened. The red SUV in front of you hit the brakes and you couldn't stop in time.

At first, you remember, it didnt hurt. You had minor injuries but nothing major. Just scrapes and bruises.

Opening your eyes you looked in horror at the wreck in surrounding you. The back of the SUV was barely dented, with just a small bend in the metal where your car was, its silver surface squashed like a tin can.

The inside of the car was bent too, the dash had fallen and trapped your legs by the pedals. You tried to maneuver your foot, but couldn't. It seemed as if the car had folded around it, holding it in place. Trying to move it again, you came to a terrifying conclusion. What if the reason you were having trouble moving it was because you couldn't.

Gasping, you searched for your purse, hands shaking with shock. You grabbed your phone from inside and pulled up the call screen. In a moment of indecision you click on your mother's name.

"Mom..." you croak, your voice sounding hoarse and dry.

"Mom, I'm scared."

There was a crackling on the other end, like voices talking in the background. Finally your mother's voice played over the speaker.

"Leyha sweetie, what's wrong?" She asked nervously.

"There are was an accident. The car in front of me just..." you trail off.

"Okay baby," she soothes, "Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?"

You pushed a clump of matted chestnut hair out of your eyes, wet with blood or sweat, you couldn't be sure.

"I can't feel my legs." You whisper, "Everything else hurts, my head, my chest, my back, but not my legs. It's as if they just walked away." 

After surgery your family convinced you to go to a group therapy session at the local rec center. You were in a wheelchair temporarily, until your legs were strong enough to stand. Luckily, you were expected to make somewhere close to a full recovery.

Thank goodness for late arrivals, you think as a man walks in. He was a decent height with long dark hair and bulging biceps. He was wearing a dark green long sleeved shirt, blue jeans, and pair of sneakers that looked very worn.

Lucky for you he had just interrupted right before you had to speak.Yay. But the delay only lasted a couple of seconds and now it was your turn to share.

"My name is Leyha and three weeks ago I was in a car accident." You say.

"My right foot is paralyzed and my left is completely numb. The doctors say there's a good chance I could walk again but I will need a cane my whole life."

The room gives you sympathetic looks and the strange man even looks up. You get a quick glimpse of his face and its surprisingly handsome.

You give the group a slight smile and they move on to the next person. After about twenty minutes it's the man's turn.

A minute passes, and them another. Finally he opens his mouth and speaks.

"I fought in the war," he said.

"Not this new one, a different, bloodier one. A war where I lost everything. I lost myself. And then it ended without me. But I was still there," he whispers.

It was barely audible, only you alone heard it but you imagine his pain. Trauma. Guilt. What he faced must have been unimaginable. Slowly you place your hand on his shoulder reassuringly. It was cold, and hard, nothing like an arm should be like at all. But you hid your suprise well and gave him a big smile back. And well, for a second you think he smiles back too.

He doesn't come to the next therapy session. Or any of the ones after that. Weeks pass, then months, and your legs start to get better until you get out of your wheelchair and into a cane. Life seemed to be looking up for you but you kept thinking about that man. Did he get the help he needs? Does he have someone to help him through his hard times? And that little voice in the back of your mind, whispering What was with his arm?

Walking through the park one warm summer day you spot the man again. He was with a group of people, a tall blond man and a tough looking woman with reddish hair. He is wearing a black tee with a single sleeve cut off to reveal a shiny prosthetic arm. He laughs at something the man said, a deep laugh, a happy laugh. You decide to go over and talk to him.

"Excuse me?" you say, tapping his shoulder.

"You probably don't remember me, but we met briefly around 5 months ago and Its just nice to see you having fun. Back then it seemed like something was really weighing on you."

You turn around quickly, nervous for a reply and start walking away. Did you really just do that? Go up and talk to someone? You breathe out slowly. You didn't seem nervous right? You probably should have waited for a reply or something. Was that rude?

You sit down on the nearest bench to collect yourself. You're an absolute mess. You had one conversation (If you could even call it a conversation) five months ago! You've talked to the guy twice and both have been extremely awkward! You rest your head in your hands and sigh.

Then you fell a tap on your shoulders and hear a man speaking.

"Excuse me?" he asks.

You look up. It's the man from therapy!

"You probably don't remember me," he begins, "but we met briefly 5 months ago and again around-" he looks down at his watch, "-three or some minutes ago. Anyways, I would like to ask you an question."

"A question?"

"Yes. I was wondering how you manage to pull off these tiny, three sentence conversations."

You're speechless.

"Nevermind," he says, "I guess it's just part of your charm."

Charm? When did you have Charm? You are the dorkiest person you know! You take a peek behind you to see if there's another girl there before turning back and realizing it's ridiculous. There couldn't be another girl behind you who met him 5 months ago and also had awkward mini conversations. (Well there could but it would be unlikely.)

"Yes." You answer.

"Yes what? Yes you do have charm? I thought I just confirmed that."

You sigh and place your hand on your forehead.

He laughs. "Really turning up the charm now," he says. "How about we go check out the new Italian place this Friday?"

You take a deep breath. "Sure. But don't expect me to get less dorky."

He smiles.

"Lose your charm? Never."