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buckyalpine · 1 year

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I know it’s late foe Christmas, but maybe this with Bucky? Any Bucky you want. Reader didn’t celebrate Christmas the way Bucky did when he was small, so both reader and their kid are so excited for experiencing Christmas in a new way, choosing Christmas tree, decorating it, preparing gifts, having Christmas dinner, and so on.

Thanksssss!!!!

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NEVER TOO LATE, in fact there's just 357 days left until next Christmas, so lets get an early start shall we? This is not a late Christmas fic okay, we’re just super early.

So much flufffyyy fluffff and bonus smutttt (breeding kink, pregnancy kink)

Imagine Bucky loved Christmas when he was little because his Ma would always have the perfect dinner ready, a knitted sweater along with a few small presents under the tree. He’d leave milk and cookies out for Santa with his sisters and being the sweet big brother he is, he’d make sure to wake up in the middle of the night to drink half the glass and finish up what they’d left out.

As he got a little older, he got excited to be able to buy presents for them too. He’d save up for the entire year so he could get them something nice. He’d find the perfect doll for his sister, jewelry for his ma, a watch for his dad. He’d make sure Steve joined them every year along with his family.

He adores the holidays because it brings family together and now that he has one of his own and a home, he’s ready to go all in.

Buying the tree

Bucky grinned, carrying Becca on his shoulders while you walked though through the tree lot, inspecting which one would be the best for this year. You smiled at the scent of the fresh pine needles that lingered in the air. You couldn’t tell who was more excited; Bucky, you or your daughter. You walked past a number of them, some super tall, short, narrow and scanty.

“Daddy that one!” She pointed to a plump full tree, her tiny hands patting Bucky’s head so he’d know where to look. “That one please!”

“You like that one jellybean?” He walked over to the large tree, chuckling to himself hearing her excited sequels from above his head. After picking the tree, Bucky strapped it to the hood of the car, excited to go home and start decorating. He pulled up to the drive way, easily grabbing the tree and shaking it a few times while you gave him an odd look.

“Gotta shake it or we’ll have spiders in here” Bucky snorted, giving the tree a few more precautionary shakes, knowing full well if he failed to do so, he’d be on spider duty for the next week. The human spider he had to work with was enough for him.

“C’mon bub, lets get the durations out!” You scooped your daughter from her car seat, the both of you running into the house and changing into some comfy clothes before setting out some decorations and crafting supplies. Bucky brought the tree in, deciding to set it up in the living room near the fire place while Becca got started on crafting.

“This is the first real tree I’ve ever decorated” You looked at the perfect tree in awe, while Bucky smiled, kissing your temple and untangling the Christmas lights.

“What did you used to do for Christmas, baby?”

“Hmm, we always had a plastic tree” You thought back to the sad tree your family pulled out year after year, the scanty branches nearly nonexistent. “Never had a real one”

“Daddy, help me make a weindeer” Becca was splayed on the floor, felt sheets and markers surrounding her. You smiled, watching Bucky hold her tiny hand to trace the brown felt sheet, the both of them with identical expressions, fully focused on making the perfect reindeer decoration. By the end of the night, you had a felt snowman, felt reindeer and your absolute favorite; a little white wolf.

“Just like daddy” She grinned, handing it to him, insisting he put it up. Bucky swallowed the lump that tried to form in his throat, kissing her chubby cheek before carefully hanging it on the tree. “Can we put the star up now, please?”

“Of course angel” Bucky lifted her up, as she placed the star on top of the tree, his eyes wide with amazement at the finished Christmas tree.

Wrapping presents

You snorted, watching Bucky grumble under his breath, another piece of tape stuck to his arm while he tried to wrap Steve’s gift. Of all Christmas activities, wrapping gifts was his least favourite. He was happy to cut paper, ribbon and tape but he wasn’t a fan of figuring out how much paper you needed and why all of his folds were soo crooked.

“You okay there Buck?” you asked teasingly while he looked at you with puppy eyes, nudging the box towards you, hoping you’d finish while he focused on the gifts that went in bags. You wordlessly took the box, switching so he could add tissue paper to Tony’s bag instead.

“How ya doing there jellybean?” Bucky looked over his shoulder to see Becca huff on the floor, unrolling even more paper so she could wrap the skateboard she had picked out for Morgan.

“I can do it!” She stated, determined to wrap the present for her best friend all by herself without help.

You added name tags and bows to everything, using your husband as a human wall while you quickly got started on your daughters gift and she was thankfully too distracted to see what you had been up to. You had both bought her her first doll house, one that was as tall as her (there was no convincing Bucky to get a smaller one, his babygirl would get the nicest doll house to play with)

“You never told me what you wanted for Christmas doll” Bucky playfully nudged you while you giggled, adding a few bows to the gift.

“Hmm, do I get to have my super solider for Christmas this year? That’s all I really want” You look at him with hopeful eyes, worried a last minute mission would take him away.

“Nothing could take me from you on Christmas, I’ll be right under the tree with a bow in my hair if you asked me to baby” Bucky smiled, “Now what does my angel actually want” You shook your head, swatting him away as you started to clean the table. There truly wasn’t anything you wanted but to have him with you.

(Of course what you don’t know is he’s already wrapped your gift and hidden it in the closet)

Christmas Eve

“Does Santa like Oreo’s or Gingerbread men?” Becca rummaged through the boxes of cookies, carefully inspecting each one so she’d have the perfect assortment by the tree.

“I think Santa like’s chocolate chip cookies, maybe even some of the sugar ones and if you’re feeling generous tonight, maybe Santa would appreciate a glass of daddy’s special apple juice” Bucky

“That’s what you and mama like!” She got to work getting out two of each cookie before grabbing a glass for the milk. “Daddy you pour the apple juice”

“Oh my god” You snorted while Bucky grinned to himself, adding a glass of whisky beside the milk.

“Time for bed now baby, Santa will only come by if you’re asleep” Your baby gave you grabby hands, happily cuddling into you while you carried her to her room, tucking her into the sheets.

You went back down, giggling when you say Bucky with a Santa hat, munching on the cookies, patting on the seat for you to join him while he sipped on the dark liquid.

“Naughty Mr. Clause” You pecked a kiss onto his nose, squeaking when he pulled you onto his lap.

“Naught for you Mrs. Clause” He winked, bringing you down for a kiss, the both of you cuddling by the fire place. He couldn’t help but run his hands through your hair, humming at the softness of your lips, chasing more of you each time you pulled away for air.

“What if Becca wakes up” You panted, your forehead resting on his.

“Then she’ll understand the song I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause” He smirked, pulling you in for another kiss.

Christmas day

“Merry Christmas sweet heart” Bucky mumbled, his voice still low and laced with sleep. He slung his arm around, pulling you close so he could cuddle with you for a while before opening presents. He whined as you wiggled out of his hold to grab him something from the closet, stroking his hair to coax him awake.

“I wanted to give this to you now” You whispered, placing a soft wrapped gift on his lap as he sat up, curiously inspecting the present. His eyes grew wide as he took apart the paper, a thick warm knitted sweater with the initials JBB embroidered on the inside of the neckline. “I made it for you, just like how you Ma used to”

Bucky blinked back the tears that welled in his eyes, running his hand over the soft material. Ever since he had been telling you about all the Christmas traditions he had with his family, you wanted to give Bucky something that came from his childhood.

“I love you” Was all Bucky could muster, biting his lip, throwing it on before kissing you deeply and then slipping out of bed to get Becca.

Your eyes grew wide at the large pile of presents, there were easily 6 more than what you had remembered.

“Bucky, what-”

Bucky gave you a cheeky smile, proud of himself for sneaking away as you slept, placing the extra presents under the tree in the middle of the night.

“Merry Christmas mama!” You felt her tiny arms wrap around you thighs, her face squished against them.

“Merry Christmas babygirl” You kissed the top of her head, her full focus on the large pile of gifts under the tree.

“May I open them now?” She bounced on her heels, “Please?”

She didn’t waste a second as soon as you nodded, grabbing the large red box with her name on it, squealing and jumping into your laps, peppering as many kisses as she could on both of you.

“Mama, daddy, you bought me a doll house?!” Her large eyes twinkled, her hands grasping onto Bucky’s cheeks.

“Do you like it bub” He smiled while she scrambled out of his lap to assemble it. You shook your head at the little pile of gifts that all had your name on it while Bucky waited for you to open them, excited to see you smile.

“Bucky, what did you do” You shook your head, gasping as you opened the first box; a dainty gold chain sitting on a velvet cushion.

“Spoiling my little girl and my wife” He shrugged, taking the chain out of the box so he could clasp it around your neck. “Here, I think you’ll like this one the most” He grabbed the last bag, plopping it onto your lap, his heart racing as he watched you pull off the tissue paper. You gasped, pulling out a soft blue teddy bear that was made from the material of one of his Henley's.

“My ma used to make them if we couldn’t fit into our shirts anymore. I know you like to wear them but I thought you might like this too” He blushed, while you looked at him with teary eyes, clutching the bear to your chest. “Maybe he can keep you company when I go on long missions”

“I love it so much James” You kissed his scruffy cheek, bringing the bear to your face, humming contently at the way his scent lingered on the material. “and I love you”

Christmas dinner

Bucky poured drinks while you carried appetizers to and from the kitchen; the house filled with music, laughter and all of the team and their families. The kids had gathered by the TV to watch a movie while everyone else piled in your living room, a mass of wrapping paper and ribbons all over the place from unwrapping more presents.

You giggled to yourself, watching Sam and Steve team up with Tony and Nat for an intense game of flip cup; Thor made sure he brought bottles of mead so the super soldiers could drink.

“Someone looks happy” You snorted as Bucky made his way over to you, a goofy grin plastered on his face.

“Very happy angel” He pulled you to a quiet corner to sneak a few minutes with you, his hands roaming up and down your waist before playfully grabbing your ass. “Can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re walking around tempting me in this dress”

“Trying to have fun already?” You sassed, poking his side. He pulled you flush against him, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume, enjoying the warmth of your body. He peeked up for a moment to check on the guests, his heart swelling with seeing everyone together. At his home. With his family.

“YO BARNES STOP DRAGGING YOUR WIFE TO THE MISTLE TOE AND BE MY PARTNER” Bucky snorted hearing Sam’s voice carry through the corridor, reluctantly pulling away from you. “I’ll have to sneak you away again in a bit doll” He kissed you once more before joining by Sam’s side.

Of course the rest of the night goes by with more antics, plenty of food, more of sneaky love struck Bucky and you both wouldn’t have it any other way. After everyone had left, you curled up on the couch with Bucky, Becca tucked to your side, nodding off, her eyes heavy with sleep.

“Hmm, bed time bug” Bucky plucked Becca from your lap, carrying her over to her room and tucking her in carefully. He kissed her forehead while she snuggled into her sheets, cuddled up with her newest falcon plushie.

“Night daddy”

“Sleep tight baby” Bucky was about to make his way out until he heard her little voice again.

“Daddy?” He turned around to see her curious face thinking about what she wanted to ask, blinking up at him before speaking. “Can Santa bring me a brother?”

“A brother?”

“Uh huh. We don’t get to see Cass and AJ or Morgan all the time. I have no one to play with at home”

Bucky melted at her pouty face and puppy eyes, a signature look she had 100% inherited from him. He chuckled, giving her one last kiss before turning on her night light.

“Maybe for next Christmas, does that sound good?”

Bonus: Making Becca’s second gift

You were curled up in bed with a book while Bucky walked in, quietly closing the door behind him.

“Y’know, Becca actually wanted a different Christmas gift” Bucky wiggled his eyebrows while you cocked your head, gasping when he grabbed your thigh and pulled you to lie down against the pillows. He crawled on top of you, setting your book aside before settling himself between your legs causing your oversized t-shirt to ride up.

“Yeah? And what’s that”

“She wants a little sibling to play with” Bucky smirked, trailing a few featherlight kisses on your neck.

“Does she now?” You could feel your heartrate pick up, warmth already pooling between your legs.

“She does” He ran his tongue down the column of your neck. His cock was hard, pressing against your needy core, gently rocking his hips, groaning at the way your thighs squeezed around him. You moaned, spreading your legs further for him, bucking your hips up slightly to chase the friction of his cock rubbing on you. “What do you think mama? One more?”

“One more” You whimpered, desperate to have him in side you. Bucky sat back on his heels, pulling up you to strip your shirt off, and raising your hips to toss your panties away. He wasted no time throwing his boxers off, settling between your legs again, rubbing his bare cock against your entrance.

“You gonna let me put a baby in you?” There was no time for foreplay or prepping for tonight, the both of you now desperate. You whined, frantically nodding, waiting for Bucky to do something but he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “Say it, tell me what you want me to do”

“Put a baby in me daddy” You moaned, clinging your arms around his neck, your arousal soaking the tip of his cock.

“You want daddy to put a baby in you?” He nudged the tip inside, teasing you, loving the way your eyes pleaded with him, your desperate moans spurring him on more.

“Please? Please daddy”

“Don’t worry doll, m’right here” You both gasped at the feeling of him filling you, inch by inch until he was fully seated inside you. “M’right here angel” Bucky could feel his cock already throb, the very idea of getting you pregnant again made him extra sensitive.

“Move Bucky, please” He started to slowly rock his hips, placing soft kisses along your hairline, resting his forehead against yours. He loved the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body, your legs tight around his waist. He loved the sweet sounds that left your lips, moaning with you over how perfect you felt, how desperately in love he was with you.

“M’so lucky, you know that doll?” He pulled up slightly to look at your eyes, rolling his hips a little faster, chasing more of your warmth “Can’t believe your my wife, mother of my child-fuck-how did I get so lucky”

“I l-love you” Your nails dug into his back, pulling him so his full body weight was on you, the coil in your belly already starting to build feeling him so close. Bucky groaned, giving you deeper thrusts, angling his hips slightly to pull all the way out before slamming back in. You cried out in pleasure, his lips coming down to swallow your moans while he started to drip in your cunt. “Want a baby like you Bucky”

“Yeah? You want a little baby like me?” Your words made his cock throb, nearly cumming on the spot while you gazed at him with heart eyes, nodding while moving your hands to cup his face.

“Fuck-just like you Bucky!”

“Wanted-fuck-wanted to make love to you baby, get you pregnant with my babies while I feel all over you but you make it so hard baby, I just-I just-m’already gonna fucking cum, you feel so good”

“Oh fuckkk-keep-keep going Bucky don’t st-stop” You could feel the hair at the base of his cock rub against your clit, the veins in his cock pulsing.

“Never, I love making babies with you, mama” He panted against your neck, his hand coming to lace with yours, pinning the on the bed. “Prettiest mama ever, not gonna be able to keep my hands to myself when you’re pregnant angel, tellin you right fucking now, m’gonna fuck you and make love to you even when your all swollen and round”

You moaned, your pussy clenching and fluttering at his words while he lost himself further, grunting and panting with each thrust.

“You feel that huh? How hard my cock is for you baby, fuck-how swollen it is when I get to knock this pretty pussy up”

“Get me pregnant Buckyyy” You could feel your orgasm right on edge, your pussy gripping onto his cock with a vice like hold.

“Yeah? Daddy’s gonna get you pregnant angel, can fell my balls throbbing-shit-so heavy baby-almost hurts”

“Cum daddy, cum in me” Your needy voice threw Bucky over the edge, his pace growing sloppy. His hands moved to wrap around your body, holding you as close to him as possible, the head of his cock desperate to release.

“M’gonna get you pregnant baby-fuck get ready, gonna cum, gonna fucking CUM OH FUCKKK-” Bucky stilled, moaning into your neck, struggling to keep his voice low, as his cock spilled endless ropes of cum into you. He could feel each spurt make his cock jump, grinding his hips into you, pushing you against the mattress, making sure you got every single drop.

“Take alll my cum sweets, take it” Bucky kept his cock in you, his hand snaking down to rub your clit. His eyes locked with yours, pupils blown with lust and love as you bit down on his shoulder, your orgasm crashing down on you. “Thats it, cum when you’re all nice and full of me baby” Bucky groaned feeling your walls pull and clench around his softening cock. “God that feels good” The both of you took a moment to catch your breath, cuddled under the sheets, with kisses in between.

“So, we’ll have a little Bucky around for next Christmas?” Bucky smiled down at you, softly caressing your body while you laid on his chest.

“Hmm, we just might” You giggled, nodding, shifting up slightly so you could kiss him. You squealed as he grabbed you, rolling you over so you were under him again, his cock hardening almost instantly.

“James!”

He bit his lip, thrusting into you again as your eyes rolled back, he was going to make sure you were pregnant by the end of the night.

“I mean, our princess did ask for a sibling and she gets what she wants...”

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thelovelylolly · 4 months

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White Christmas

Summary: May your days be merry and bright... Warnings: none :) Notes: two things. one: HOW HAVE I NOT WRITTEN FOR BUCKY BEFORE???? LIKE HES THE REASON WHY I GOT INTO THE MCU SO??? two: this is the last holiday special fic :) they havent been performing super well, but i hope you all enjoyed them <3

It had been a long time since Bucky had a white Christmas. He had been thrown from war to war for so long. When he met you, his life started to become somewhat normal. He was still ready to help Sam out when needed, but it wasn't like what it was.

The holidays rolled around and you wanted Bucky to stay with you. You had been to his barren apartment before, and he already said he didn't have the energy to decorate, but you wanted him to be happy for the holidays. So, you went all out. You spent all day decorating your apartment for him, making sure to have hot chocolate and cookies ready, too.

You were flipping through channels on your t.v., trying to find those classic stop-motion Christmas movies, when he knocked on your door.

You smiled and quickly went to the door, excited to see him and his reaction. You opened the door and threw your arms around him excitedly, earning a surprised laugh from him.

"Hey, doll," Bucky said with a smile as you pulled away.

"Hi, Buck. C'mon in, I'll take your things to my room," you replied, stepping aside to let him in. He handed you his bags and walked in.

You shut the door and locked it behind you before slipping away to put his bags in your room. Bucky looked around your apartment, smiling at the little details that were uniquely you, like little knick-knacks or pictures scattered around. He walked into your living room and froze.

There were Christmas lights everywhere and your fireplace was on. Your tree was fully decorated and there were little holiday things on every surface. There was a holiday themed throw blanket and pillow on your couch. On your coffee table, there was a bowl with holiday candy in it. Everything felt warm and welcoming.

"...do you like it?" You asked quietly from behind Bucky.

He turned around, tears glossing over his eyes as he looked at you.

"I made sure everything was decorated for you because I wanted you to have a good holiday season," you continued, stepping closer.

"It's...it's perfect, sweetheart. Thank you," he said, trying to will the tears away.

You smiled at him and reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. "There's one more thing."

"What is it?" He asked.

"It was supposed to snow tonight and it should be starting now..." You trailed off as you led him to your window. You pushed the curtains back and opened the blinds to see flurries of snow falling down in the city's lights.

Bucky smiled, letting go of your hand only to wrap his arm around you to hold you close. He pressed a kiss to your cheek and leaned his head against yours.

"A white Christmas..." He said under his breath, still unsure if all of this was real.

"Mhm," you hummed. "Happy holidays, Buck."

"Happy holidays, doll."

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lovely's holiday special

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sarahowritesostucky · 4 months

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📖"Merry & Bright"

Part 3 - Family Fun Night

Merry & Bright Masterlist

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Bucky x Steve

Tags: a/b/o, omega Bucky, alpha Steve, kid fic, Karens

Summary: Bucky and Steve go to their daughters' school play.

(If your name is Karen, I'm sorry and sending warm hugs)

Bucky’s been able to ignore the encroaching Holiday season for longer than usual this year.

Between the warm-ish fall weather and his continuing therapy appointments, the ceaseless calls from his publisher and that guy from Warner Brothers, and the move and the overwhelming demands of a newborn, it’s just hard to believe that it could already be Thanksgiving next week.

Steve’s next text coming through just about drives a bulldozer through that delusion:

Steve: Hey, I’m at the store right now. You want me to pick anything up for this ‘Friendsgiving’-extravaganza? I know Jarvis said he’s got it handled, but I feel like we should have backups for the girls? Just in case Tony’s picked out some sort of weird, avant garde menu? Becs really has her heart set on pumpkin pie. And Sarah, well …

Bucky: You could ask Pepper. I think we’re safe as long as there’s mac ‘n’ cheese and rolls. Anyway we’ve got over a week to sort it out.

Steve: … Babe, today’s Tuesday. We’ve got two days.

Bucky immediately checks his phone calendar, and sure enough, Thanksgiving is this week, not next. Fuck.

“Ohshit,” he breathes, eyes bugging out of his head as he realizes that this means tonight is the school play, not next Tuesday. “Fuck. Shit!” In his hands, his phone chimes.

Steve: So, pie?

Bucky texts back a harried ‘yes’, thinking that he’s got to get his butt back to the tower immediately. He very suddenly has only about nine hours before his children need to be fitted with their (as of yet not even near-to-finished) homemade costumes. Becca’s paper mache drumstick still needs spray painted, and Sarah’s supposed to be a scoop of mashed potatoes that Bucky still needs to find something to act as the pat of butter on top.

“Jarvis, help.” Bucky says as he hoofs it back in the direction of the tower.

Jarvis’ voice emanates from his phone: “Mr. Rogers. How can I be of assistance?”

Bucky rattles off the craft supplies they’re going to need. “And if you know anyone on Stark’s payroll who’s good with a needle and thread, that wouldn’t hurt either.”

It seems like only yesterday they were dressed up as Buzz and Woody, letting Bo Peep and a very bossy Jessie drag them around from house to house. They’d trick-or-treated in the Cobble Hill neighborhood where they technically don’t live yet but will soon, once the house is finished being refurbished. Bucky had carried Gabe strapped to his front as one of the Little Green Men alien squeaker toy thingies, and Steve had pulled a wagon along for when one or both of the girls inevitably became too tuckered out to—

Anyhow, point is: it feels like they were trick‘or’treating all of two seconds ago.

And now Thanksgiving is in two days? What the everloving fuck?

Bucky spends a very brief amount of time that afternoon being irrationally mad at his husband, as if it’s Steve’s fault that his pregnancy brain has apparently extended into the postpartum period and allowed him to lose track of time. He grumps privately that Steve should’ve somehow magically known that he was mentally operating in the wrong week, and should have thus alerted him that the holiday was imminent! Stupid Steve. What the hell is the alpha good for, anyway?

Later that evening of course, he realizes how ridiculous that is. He comes to terms with the fact that he’s actually upset with himself—partly because of the mad scramble he’s left with to get ready for Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy’s family fun night, but even moreso because of the 5k he now has to face up to in less than forty-eight hours. (What real, qualitative difference one more week of jogging in the park was really going to make, Bucky can’t say, but he’d been counting on it to help him work his confidence up about the whole ordeal.)

It’s not like he wouldn’t back out of it if he could, but he absolutely cannot back out. This is the first ever Brooklyn Bridge American Heroes Turkey Trot, co-sponsored by Stark Industries and Barnes Prosthetics (yes, Bucky is the genius who thought it’d be fine and dandy to plan a 5k less than half a year after giving birth). Together, he and Tony have started a foundation for veterans and civilian victims of the regime years, to help provide them access to the high quality, bio-integrative prosthetics that Bucky’s company makes.

Since it’s not exactly cheap to weld a robot arm onto somebody, Bucky and Tony have partnered with Wounded Warrior Project for this charity run; done to raise funds for vets who don’t happen to have a spare ninety grand lying around to fund their surgeries. The limbs themselves are, of course, all provided free of charge by Barnes Prosthetics, and the overall costs are at least somewhat ameliorated by various amenities provided by Stark.

As the visible face of the charity, Bucky’s got no choice: he needs to show up, show off, and show support. He’s expected to be there to make nice with all the other amputees who’ll be running, and to show off how happy and perfect his life is now that he’s got the Asset IV prototype cybernetic implant attached to his body. It is a bitchin’ arm, and Bucky is excited to get to hand one of those gigantic cardboard checks over to the Wounded Warrior guys, but he really, really wishes he’d thought to postpone the Foundation’s first run until next Thanksgiving.

At least he’ll have Steve there with him, he thinks. His Alpha has promised not to outpace him to any embarrassing degree, Darcy is fine with keeping Gabe until they get back, and Tony has even arranged to have the girls set up for the Macy’s parade with a disgustingly VIP viewing situation on Central Park West. But aside from those few hours on Thanksgiving morning, Bucky’s daughters will remain under his purview for the holidays this year.

And the hubbub begins with Family Fun Night that evening.

Bucky alone has to deal with Sarah’s anxiety problems leading up to the curtain call for this stupid fucking school play. “Hold still, Honey,” he begs, speaking past the safety pin he’s got held between his lips as he kneels there and uses both of his hands to try and do a last minute costume fix. “Sarah I said hold still.”

“Fix it daddy, fix it!”

He’s crouched next to his youngest daughter in the school’s hallway, trying to better secure the pat of “butter” (a folded yellow tea towel) to the top of her not-so-great mashed potato costume. Steve is off somewhere with the drumstick, helping her to not be scared about walking out on stage. “Baby, please. I can’t fix it if you keep moving around,” Bucky growls, but his frustrated tone only makes Sarah get more hysterical about her role in the play being messed up by a floppy tea towel. She starts to cry about how she doesn’t want to do this anymore.

“Sarah Winnifred, I swear to God, if you don’t hold still, you’re gonna have a new hole poked in your head!”

He and Steve sit proudly in the fourth row back and watch the play that their children’s overpriced prep school is putting on before it lets out for Thanksgiving break.

At the end of the final song, when all of the students are lined up on the stage like a demented paper-mache buffet of human-sized food items, bowing hand in hand, Steve and Bucky rise with all the other parents for a standing ovation, humongous smiles plastered on their faces. Steve tries to do a finger whistle with middling success, then he leans over to Bucky’s ear and cheerfully whispers, “That was so dumb!”

Bucky laughs, still clapping and beaming with absolute pride for his daughters. “Yeah it was friggin’ awful!”

The curtain falls, and he and Steve exit the auditorium to go backstage and congratulate the girls. A very excited drumstick and mashed potatoes run up and start talking over each other to tell their fathers all about the play that they just performed. “Papa! Daddy! Did you see me?! Did you see my song?!!”

“What about meee?!”

“Sure did, Becs. You were really good!”

“The best turkey drumstick ever.”

For being such excellent thespians and to celebrate their acting debut, they present the girls with two foil-wrapped tulips that they bought out in the lobby. Becca especially, seems very proud of her flower, twirling in her drumstick costume and holding it to her nose again and again. Bucky’s smile wavers with emotion as he gets that warm, shot-of-whiskey feeling once again, and he remembers that Life is Good. He catches Steve’s eye from over top of the mashed potatoes, and they share one of those silent “I Love You” moments. Steve shoots him a wink.

It being family fun night, Darcy appears as planned and ushers the girls away to go change back into regular clothes before they head over to the kids’ party in the gymnasium. Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky go to the reception that’s been put together for the parents. Bucky isn’t super keen on attending, but he promised the girls that they could play games with the other kids for at least an hour, so he and Steve make an admirable attempt to mingle amongst the other parents.

Coulton-Chestor Preparatory Academy is an exclusive elementary school on the Upper East Side. Due to its sheer proximity to Stark Tower, and since bussing the girls all the way to Brooklyn for an entire year would’ve been too much of a hassle, Steve and Bucky chose to enroll them there. It’s only temporary, until the renovations on the Cobble Hill house are complete and they’re able to move back to Brooklyn. Bucky is looking forward to being able to walk his children the two picturesque blocks between their house and the neighborhood school each day.

But until then, it’s the more snobbish parents and overzealous PTA moms of Coulton-Chestor that he has to navigate at functions such as tonight’s. Bucky’s been taking some time off work ever since things got very pregnant-and-miserable in about month eight, but he still considers himself a working father, and as such there is an awkward disconnect between him and the more … involved stay-at-home parents who surround him at the reception.

At least there are hors d’oeuvres and cocktails, which give him something to do with his hands. Steve starts chatting with a few of the parents who are running the silent auction, and Bucky avoids getting drawn into bidding on overpriced theater tickets by heading over to the refreshments table. He’s just finished loading up on a bunch of mini quiches and cocktail weenies, when the one person he’d hoped to fully avoid at this function makes her attack. Bucky turns around with his little plate of foot and startles as he’s suddenly faced with a familiar, blonde-haired woman.

“James!” She’s got a tea-length dress, an overly-whitened smile, and a ponytail that’s been curled to within an inch of its life. It’s Karen.

(No, her name is literally Karen.)

And in Bucky’s limited experience with her, she has an uncanny ability to make every social interaction the exact opposite of what Bucky would like it to be. It’s just a gift some people have.

She swoops in with two other omega parents by her sides, introducing them as “Jill” and “Nate.” Bucky plasters on a smile to match hers while she air kisses his cheeks in that way that rich people who think they’re cultured always do.

“You made it,” she coos, acting pleased to see him. In all fairness, she might be. Bucky’s never point blank told the woman that he finds her insufferable, and she always seems to make a beeline for the more well-to-do parents. Ever since she found out that Bucky and Steve not only rub shoulders with Tony Stark, but are actually living with him, she’s been eager to make Bucky one of her besties. “It’s been too long. How are you, darling?”

“Oh, you know,” Bucky says, gesturing with his plate of cocktail weenies. “Hanging in there.”

“And how is that gorgeous new baby of yours doing?” she asks, nudging Jill to announce, “James is married to Commander Rogers. They have three children.”

Jill and Nate make a polite fuss over that, while Bucky tries to act gracious and think of a way to correct Karen that “Commander” isn’t Steve’s title, and if he ever hears her referring to him as such, he’ll be offended. “How is your family doing?” Bucky asks, more to get the topic off himself rather than due to any real interest.

Like most of the Coulton-Chestor moms, Karen is married to a well-to-do Alpha, has precisely one child, and spends her time trying to climb as high in Manhattan “Mommy” society as possible. Having a living child at all is automatically a foot up in terms of social standing, Bucky’s learned, and the moms of Park Avenue lord their accomplishments higher than most. Most times Bucky’s met her, Karen’s been wearing diamond solitaires with designer workout clothes and brandishing her own fertility like a damn merit badge.

Karen brags about her son for a few minutes, and when it seems like everyone in their small group is necessitated to take a turn with regards to their own offspring, Bucky throws some random fact out about how the girls have been doing. Jill and Nate start gushing over Bucky’s grand accomplishment of having three kids, which is practically unheard of.

“You must be so proud. How lucky to have three healthy children!”

“What were yours in the play?” Jill asks, and she seems friendly enough so Bucky makes an effort to tell her about how he’s responsible for the turkey leg and the mashed potatoes. She giggles and nods and says her son was one of the pumpkins.

“Oh, ha, yeah. They had quite the little dance routine, didn’t they?”

Bucky’s smile turns annoyed when Karen feels the need to point out, “Yes! And your little Rebecca kept up alright, didn’t she? She seemed able to follow along with the other kids quite well!”

“Yes,” Bucky says peevishly. “She’s very talented.”

“Isn’t it wonderful here? I just love how inclusive Coulton-Chestor is,” Karen simpers. She turns to the other moms and starts telling them about how Becca is in her son’s “regular” class, and how she’s always so sweet, and so helpful to the other students. She talks about Becca like she’s a little mascot, or a class pet, and it rankles Bucky’s nerve to no end.

Since the fertility crisis began, there’s been more stigma placed on children with any sorts of disabilities, and Bucky’s had to deal with a lot of thinly-veiled prejudice due to his daughter’s special needs ever since he started advocating to get her into the same high-quality school programs as Sarah. The public school system still hasn’t recovered, and with limited slots available in all childcare-related fields these days, people are more ruthlessly competitive for their children than ever before.

“Yes, we like it here,” Bucky agrees. “Though we’ll be switching to a different school next year, when we move to the new house over in Brooklyn.”

“You’re not leaving The Tower?” Karen gasps, as if that’s the most horrible, ludicrous decision. Given that she makes it sound like Bucky and his family are choosing to move out of friggin’ Buckingham Palace, Nate and Jill predictably get curious and ask:

“The ‘Tower’?”

“Stark Tower,” Karen chirps, excited to tell the other two omegas, “James and his husband live there.”

Nate’s eyebrows go up. “They live there. In the tower?”

“Oh yes! Didn’t you know? Why, they’re friends with the Starks.”

“Really? Oh, I’ve heard such good things about that Pepper Potts,” Jill gushes. “Seems like a lovely woman. How do you know her?”

Bucky smiles, pained. “Actually I knew Tony first. We work together.”

“You work?” Nate sneers. Bucky ignores him.

“Yeah, I met Tony back during the, ah … well, during the regime years.”

“Gilead? Oh. Huh.”

(“Wonder what the Starks were doing, back then? Were they married then?”

“You never do hear what celebrities got up to during all that, do you?”

“No, you never do.”)

Bucky hums, not intending to get into a conversation about it, but Karen forces his hand by volunteering, “Wasn’t that all in your book though, James?”

“Um,”

Karen enthusiastically tells the others, “He was one of those resistance fighters, can you believe it? That’s how he lost his arm.” (Everybody’s eyes not-so-surreptitiously fly to where Bucky’s left hand is sticking out of his sweater, holding onto the plate of hors d'oeuvres.) “And he was a vessel. His husband was one of the commanders down in Washington. That’s where they met!”

“Really?”

“Steve wasn’t a real commander …” Bucky hedges.

“Oh he wrote a whole book about it! You really must read it.” Karen rattles off the title and both Nate and Jill make sounds of recognition.

“Ooh. You know, I’ve heard of that book.”

“Great,” Bucky mutters. He has to smile along politely and answer them as they start asking him fascinated questions, with Karen supplying details every time he tries to demure and change the topic to something less sensational.

“He’s just being modest!” she simpers, laying her hand on Bucky’s arm in an overly familiar way. “James, tell them about how you were on the View.”

Bucky reluctantly does, and Jill and Nate nod along, enthused to hear about how he’s been on television and met the hosts of the show. “It really wasn’t all that exciting,” Bucky insists. “I wasn’t the main guest. They had, you know, real celebrities that went after me. Reese Witherspoon and stuff.”

“You met Reese Witherspoon?”

“No, no. I didn’t. I was only there for like, two minutes. It wasn’t even important.”

“Oh I don’t know,” Karen prods smugly. “A little birdy told me that Netflix was trying to buy up the film rights to your book.”

Bucky doesn’t even care, he openly shoots her a withering glare this time. “I can assure you that’s not true.” (It’s HBO, and it isn’t Bucky’s fault if she doesn’t have her details right.)

Karen continues to gab to the other two parents about it anyway, insisting that some omega heartthrob actor whom Bucky has never heard of would be the ideal casting choice to portray him in the film version of his book. “And Chris Hemsworth. Oh! Wouldn’t he just be perfect to play your Steve?”

“Nobody’s making a movie out of it!” Bucky snaps, fed up with her incessant gossiping. “It’s not happening.” He looks around awkwardly at the end of his outburst, aware of Nate and Jill’s surprised expressions. “Um, I just mean: the studios were shopping around,” he mutters. “But I said no.”

Of course this is very disappointing to Karen, and she tries to tell Bucky what a mistake that is, talking about how interested everybody would be in the subject matter. “I just saw an episode of the Dr. Phil show where they were talking about it,” she says. “They had wives and some of those vessels on. Even a commander.”

Bucky hums dispassionately. “Sounds like trash tv to me.” He’ll be damned if he lets Karen know he was asked onto that program as well. “Just people trying to make a spectacle out of it.”

Karen titters awkwardly and agrees, but Bucky can tell that she’s annoyed at him for shutting her gossip down. “Well, it’s all very controversial, of course,” she excuses. “And a commitment like that would just be so much more on your plate.”

Bucky nods, glad that she’s dropping it. “Yeah. Exactly.”

“After all, you’re already a working mother,” she says, saying ‘working’ all hurriedly and quietly, as if it’s something not to be mentioned. “I’m sure you just want to focus on your family, now. With the new baby and all.”

“Congratulations,” Jill gushes. “Did you have a boy or a girl?”

“A boy. Gabe. He just turned four months old last week.”

“Oh, how wonderful.”

“Another omega for your family?”

“No, Karen,” Bucky says, annoyance audible in his voice. “We haven’t had him tested. We’re just going to wait and find out the old fashioned way.”

“Oh. I see.”

They all seem taken aback, because it’s very rare for a newborn not to be tested for designation these days. Much to Bucky’s chagrin, gender roles only seem to be becoming more emphasized than ever. Jill chuckles awkwardly and tries to lighten the mood. “Well, that’s so progressive of you. Dan had our little Archie in an alpha playgroup by the time he could crawl, I swear.”

They all titter over that, and Bucky tries to scan the room for any sight of Steve without being too obvious in what he’s doing. He spots him over by the punch bowl. “Um, I’m sorry,” he excuses. “I think I see my husband calling me.” He starts to make his escape, but Karen grabs him just as he’s turning.

“Oh, James, wait! We wanted to ask if you’d help us plan the Winter Gala.”

“Oh, I uh.”

“We’re going to have the children do a nativity scene. And I was thinking a candlelight service. Wouldn’t that just be picturesque?”

Bucky makes a face. “Sorry, Karen. My family isn’t very religious.”

“Oh, no but it’ll be interdenominational!” she insists with a big grin. “You celebrate Christmas, of course!”

“No.”

“... No?”

“Not really,” Bucky grunts. “I mean, we do a tree and a menorah and all that, but ..."

“Menorah?” she says, and the way she squinches her eyes sets Bucky’s nerves on edge. “You’re not Jewish?”

Bucky pulls his arm back to himself. “Culturally, yes. Steve’s family is Catholic, mine’s Jewish. But we’ve decided that organized religion isn’t what’s right for our family.”

“Oh! But you can still come to the church service!” Karen says brightly. “It’ll be—”

“We’re not religious,” Bucky blurts out, sick of stepping around the issue and having lost his patience. He’s tired of politely fielding other people’s invitations for him and his husband and children to come and check out ‘this congregation’ or that, and figures he’ll just squash any chance there might be of him actually getting roped into planning holiday festivities with the Coulton-Chestor evangelical set. “We’re pretty much raising the girls Atheist,” he tells Karen, watching as her smile flickers like a bulb hanging on by its very last filament. He feels a degree of nasty satisfaction at having perturbed her.

Disturbingly, the Christian Right has continued to grow in popularity—culturally, if not politically—these past few years, and Bucky has very little tolerance for it (he tried to show tolerance before the regime, and look how that ended up). He knows his family is in the minority, and it’s very apparent how this information makes the friendly light in even Nate and Jill’s eyes dim somewhat.

“I’m sure you’ll plan something great, though,” he excuses brightly, turning around to go and find Steve and see if it isn’t too early to make their escape. “It was nice catching up!”

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The Bet - AU Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: Avengers party, enemies to lovers (secret feelings), smut, confessions, 18+

word count: 9.4k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1294338752-the-bet-holly

Authors note: This was an extra special one-shot written in celebration of our Mayor @woolfhoundsss birthday! We hope you enjoy it as much as we loved writing it!

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“Holly?” Tony asked as he knocked on the door to her room. “Party’s starting in ten minutes, and you’re the woman of the hour, so don’t keep everyone waiting!” There was a small pause. “Barnes is really mad about that pink sweater, by the way.”

Holly rolled her eyes. She told him she could make that shot, and that he was going to lose. Bucky was the one who pushed her, with that stupid fucking cocky smirk of his. She hated it when he smiled at her like that– usually because it was followed up by some snarky comment or an insult.

Barnes was a real piece of work, and that was putting it nicely. More recently, Tony had been pushing them to work together. Well, forcing was more like it. He said it would be good for Bucky to work with someone other than Sam. Or Steve. But Bucky saw it as a chance to “show her the ropes” like she didn’t spend years in the military and knew just about as much as he did.

“Well, he lost the bet,” Holly replied with a grin. “He knew what he was getting into.”

“Rocket’s making fun of him. Said he looks like his grandma’s couch.” Tony sounded amused. She could almost see him smiling in her mind’s eye. It made sense, Tony’s favorite pastimes were micromanagement and insulting anyone who breathed in his direction.

She raised an eyebrow and looked over at her closed door.

“Rocket is making fun of him, or you’re making fun of him?”

There was a pause.

“Both of us– anyway, hurry up!” She could hear him clap his hands. “I want to see how many Asgardian ales it takes to get Steve to start singing Journey!”

“I’m on it!” She laughed as she smoothed out her dark green dress, smiling at herself in the mirror. It was her party, her first year as an Avenger, and Barnes lost the bet. “Happy birthday to me.”

She could hear the music before she’d even made it out of the elevator and into Tony’s self proclaimed ‘Rager Room’.

“There she is!” Sam beamed as he waited by the door for her entrance, suited and booted in his favourite velvet jacket. ‘Looking ever the birthday goddess.”

“Thank you, Sammy.” Holly replied softly as she looked around the room with narrowed eyes, “where’s Barnes? I wanna really experience the pink before I’m too drunk to comprehend anything.”

Sam gestured over his shoulder to the far back corner of the room.

Holly followed the direction and spotted the grumpy assassin sitting on a couch, Peter Parker sitting next to him. He looked extra irritated today, though if it was the fuzzy pink sweater, or whatever story Parker was telling him, she wasn't sure.

It was probably both, to be fair.

She sauntered over to where they were sitting and clapped her hands on Bucky's broad shoulders when she came to a stop behind the couch.

Holly leaned down so her face was level with his, feeling his muscles tense beneath her hand she smiled.

"Hey Parker, doesn't Barnes look awfully pretty in pink?"

“A word and your face meets the floor, Parker.” Bucky stared at him and Holly could see Peter swallowing down his fear.

“Don’t be like that, Barnes. A bet is a bet. You can’t always win-“

With a quick motion, his metal hand grabbed her hand that was still touching his shoulder and pushed it away.

“Rude.” Her head was still on one level with his and she could feel his hot breath on her face.

“Make me wear this again and I’ll show you rude.”

She couldn’t take him seriously in that sweater so all she said was “Can’t wait” followed by a devilish smirk.

Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms, biceps bulging stretching the seams, a stony look on his face. Holly snorted and stood up.

“Well I’m gonna get a drink, now that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this moment,” she grinned and walked away.

Sauntering up to the bar, Holly couldn't suppress her grin as she ordered. Seeing all six and a half feet of James Barnes wrapped in fuzzy pink cashmere made the weeks of eye rolling and asshole comments totally worth it. The way it hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders didn't hurt either, but Holly shook her head to remove that particular thought.

The bartender slid Holly her drink, something holiday themed and minty that she never would have ordered otherwise. Holly sipped on the tiny cocktail straw as she watched the festivities around her, bouncing her head a little to the music thumping overhead. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear Steve's booming laugh as Sam told some story she's sure he's added some extra details too.

"What's up, birthday baby?" Kate exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she hopped up onto the barstool beside Holly, her shimmery jumpsuit catching the sparkling lights. She grabbed the cherry from Holly's drink, tossing it up in the air and catching it perfectly between her ruby red lips before chewing. "You know, the Sergeant in that Pepto Bismol monstrosity really is the gift that keeps on giving."

Holly practically snorted as she took another sip of her cocktail. “I give him half an hour before he gets sick of this and leaves.”

Kate squinted her eyes at her fellow Avenger, focused. She could see the gears in her head working overtime to come up with something snarky. Parting her lips, she stuck her tongue out and revealed the cherry stem - with a perfect knot tied in it.

Kate smirked and let the stem fall onto the bar top, while Holly couldn’t help but smile. Kate had grown to become one of her best friends here- and it didn’t hurt that there wasn’t a hundred year age gap between them.

“Barnes won’t stop giving you murder eyes, you know,” Kate said plainly, calling the bartender back over with her hand. “One of you might not make it out of here tonight.”

"Oh please," Holly rolled her eyes, as she swirled her drink around the glass. "Barnes may hate me, but he was still raised in the '40s, he wouldn't ruin a lady's birthday party no matter how miserable he is" Her eyes darted over to the brooding man, and smirked at him, sending him a cheeky wink that caused his metal fist to clench.

Stark's parties were always fun in their own way, but seeing her fellow Avengers let loose and actually relax was her favourite part. This time though, seeing Barnes decked out in a soft pink sweater with his dark hair tucked into a bun, just scowling at everyone, was the best birthday present she could have ever asked for.

"Whatever you say" Kate chuckled, grabbing her glass and clinking it with Holly's.

“So what’s the vibe tonight babe?” Holly asked, swallowing her mouthful of liquid candy cane. “Drinking, dancing, karaoke…?”

She wiggled her eyebrows, making her friend giggle. Kate put her hand over her mouth to avoid a drink catastrophe.

“Whatever the birthday girl desires,” she finally managed to reply.

“Oh, I got some ideas…” Holly smirked.

Just as she was about to reveal her birthday plans, Tony cut the music and started tapping his glass.

“Alright everyone, listen up! It’s Holly's birthday but since it’s my tower, my money, and my idea, I get the first speech. So get comfy.”

Everyone moved to the circle of couches, chairs and floor around the main coffee table with drinks in hand, Holly taking the throne-like velvet chair Tony had delivered just for the occasion.

Holly grinned as her eyes landed on Bucky watching as he rolled his own and took the angriest swig of beer she’d ever seen. The scowl on his face only filled her with more glee.

“About a year ago,” Tony started, “this pain in my ass walked through those front doors,” he smirked glancing down at her, “and at first I wasn’t sure about bringing her on, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve made.”

Holly smiled up at him until a scoff filled the small silence. She knew exactly who it came from. She didn’t have to turn her head to know Bucky was grinning like an asshole.

That shit eating grin he knew damn well of made her want to roll her eyes back so far she could never see light again.

Tony sighed and paused before speaking as if his thoughts were hard to come out in words. “To be honest, I never knew when she walked through those doors that she was the perfect addition to our team, even more, a close friend.” He lifted his glass with a big smile. “Cheers to more years together and to our Holly!”

Everyone followed up with his words and clinked their glass together. When she turned to Bucky, she noticed that he was already holding out his glass to her.

She looked up to his icy blue eyes as he spoke softly, almost a whisper if he was afraid for the others to hear through their chatters. That same shit eating grin on his face and excitement that swallowed his eyes.

Damn him.

“Happy Birthday Holly Jolly.”

Holly chuckled lightly at that nickname, his grin grew brighter until the corner of his eyes crinkled. Oh, how much she wanted to smack that grin off his smug fucking face.

"Thanks, Peppa Barnes," Holly said referring to the cartoon pig she caught Peter laughing over a few days ago.

His face changed with an expression of confusion.

"I don't know what the hell a "Peppa" is but you're gonna pay for making me wear this monstrosity." he gritted out.

Somewhere near them, Sam was making grunting pig noises.

"You're toast, Holly." Holly heard Bucky say before she burst into laughter.

Holly took a sip of her champagne and stood up. “I just want to say thank you to everyone for making me feel part of the team so quickly. It has definitely been an amazing year, so here’s to another fun one. Let’s get this party started!” She said raising her glass above her head.

Holly heard a chorus of ‘whoop whoops’ come from Sam, Kate and Peter.

With the end of her toast, Holly pounded back what was left of her drink and set the glass down, with the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream she was feeling more confident than usual. The kind of unbridled, hot rush of confidence that begged her to see how far she could push Barnes tonight. She wiggled in her tight green dress, sinking back into her chair and crossing her legs so the bottom of her black Louboutin heels showed to the room.

"I have a birthday wish," she hummed proudly, "just one!" She laughed as the room of superheroes grew uncomfortable, "I want to hear Bucky and Steve sing Don't Stop Believin’."

"No," Bucky and Steve chimed at the same time.

"You save the world a thousand times but you aren't man enough to sing some Journey," Holly smirked at Bucky, leaning forward in her chair and stealing what was left in his glass. The whiskey burned going down but she held her stare with the super soldier.

Steve blushed and sipped his drink while Holly's eyes narrowed and she playfully scrunched up her nose, refusing to break eye contact with Bucky.

"Come on, it's my birthday. I only get one a year."

"Yeah, and I never said I had to be nice to ya, darlin'."

The nickname stirred something in her. It made her heart race and her cheeks flush. He was cute, she would never deny that, but she'd never say it to his face. God forbid someone inflated his ego any more than it already was. Something flashed in Bucky's eyes and Holly suddenly felt flooded with embarrassment for even considering what she was considering. It must have been the alcohol. Bucky tilted his head and she waited for the snarky remark, for the teasing.

He leaned forward, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.

"And are you sure that's what you really want for your birthday?" He grinned before punctuating it with, "Sugar."

“You offering something better, Sarge?” Holly replied, keeping her voice even and features schooled even though the ‘sugar’ he’d thrown at her was doing the complete work on her insides. She wouldn’t let him see how much he was affecting her, no matter how pink her cheeks currently were. She’d blame it on the alcohol.

“You want a song, I’ll give you a song,” Bucky smirked, bottom lip caught under his teeth. Holly’s eyes were drawn to his hands as pressed them to his thighs and made a show of standing up. “Maybe you’ll luck out on a better gift next year, hmm?”

Holly sat back, head tilted to the side to watch what Bucky was doing.

She watched him stride over the karaoke machine Tony had set up under the windows.With his back turned to her, Holly could take in his massive frame without him even being aware of her gaze on him.

Unbidden, her mind helpfully provided imagery of what a better gift could look like. And it had a distinct lack of pink sweaters involved.

She bit the inside of her cheek as images of the slight sheen of sweat she had grown used to seeing on his forehead and flesh arm during training sessions were twisted to a shirtless version. Taut, tanned chest glinting under the lights that decorated the room.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feedback as Steve tapped the grille of the microphone.

Bucky stood next to him, twirling the second microphone in his vibranium arm as he stared directly at Holly.

Steve cleared his throat into the mic, "The birthday girl asked for a song from us so uh, here it goes sorry everyone."

Steve and Bucky stood in front of all the guests who were now patiently watching them dance and sing to “Don’t Stop Believin’”.

When Bucky sang “Livin’ just to find emotion” his eyes locked with Hollys and goosebumps rose on her body.

She felt like those words weren’t just part of the lyrics. Somehow, Bucky’s eyes told her there was a deeper meaning behind them. But before she could think too much about it, Steve and Bucky ended the song followed by a few people clapping.

“I hope our Holly is happy now,” Bucky said into the microphone, repeating Tony’s words but in a mocking way.

“Nah. I’ve heard and seen better. I think next time I’ll just order a stripper for the entertainment part,” she scrunched her nose and shrugged.

Bucky rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to make what was sure to be a snide comment when Tony spoke up.

“Okay! Let’s move on to the next present- Thor! Whattya have?”

One by one, each of Holly's newfound family presented their gifts to her, neatly stacked under the Christmas tree.

Sharing her birthday with a huge holiday was something she'd gotten used to over the years so she didn't mind. It just made her feel like all the lights and shiny objects were up just for her.

By the end, Holly had been gifted a flask of Asgardian alcohol, which she was commanded by the god of thunder to handle with care, a drawing of the Manhattan skyline from Steve, and several cards full of money, concert tickets, and gift cards to her favorite places. By the time the last small square from under the tree was passed to her, Holly felt like her heart was going to explode.

"Okay, Jingle Bell, here's the last one," Tony said, the shiny gold wrapping paper catching the festive lights. "It doesn't have a tag on it, which is weird but hey, so are you, so I'll allow it."

Holly snorted as she flipped the package over, gingerly removing the wrapping. It was too pretty to ruin and for some reason, her nerves kicked into high gear as she opened the velvet box beneath.

"Holy shit," Holly breathed, feeling a little lump catch in her throat as she held a delicate gold chain between her fingers. The necklace was old, soft gold woven together with a heart charm hanging in the center. Her eyes immediately flew up, searching for the one person who knew about this, who was there the day she passed the antique store with Kate and listened to them coo over the pretty display in annoyance.

But Bucky was nowhere to be found.

The necklace was beautiful, the chain caught the lights reflecting off every surface, and every time it swayed the reflections hit her blue eyes making her fall in love with it even more.

"So," Tony's voice startled her back into the present, "we gonna dance or what, birthday girl?" He finished with a wink as everyone hollered around her and got up to grab a drink and a dance partner.

Holly was about to go and look for the blue-eyed man when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her over the music and, she turned on her heels to come face to face with the man in question.

"Care to dance? It wouldn’t be a good birthday if the birthday girl isn’t dancing, sweetheart." He asked her, eyes shining under the lights, gleaming with mirth and his voice sent a delightful shiver down her spine.

Shrugging, she placed her hand in his outstretched one, sparks zapping her skin at the connection.

"I guess I can afford a dance." She replied back with a smile as he led her to the corner where it was less crowded with people.

"My honour, Jolly Holly." He smirked.

When they reached the back corner, Bucky spun her under his arm quickly before catching her and sliding his vibranium hand across the open back of her dress. The coolness of the metal calmed the fire that was lit under Holly's skin, her free hand landing on his chest.

"Impressive, Sarge" She smirked, curling her fingers into the soft pink fabric. "You know, I never got to tell you, pink really is your color"

Bucky cracked a real smile for the first time that night, "Ha ha you think you're so funny" He muttered as they swayed to the music.

Holly looked up at him and raised her eyebrow as she kept a teasing smirk on her lips. "Thank you… by the way," She spoke genuinely, “for the necklace"

Sucking in a deep breath, Bucky dipped her backwards, his metal hand moving to catch the back of her neck, as he leaned down close to her face, "I don't know what you're talking about..." He whispered.

He nudged his nose gently against hers and her breath caught in her throat but, before she even had time to process it, he’d swept her back up and into a slow dance. They swayed together as the DJ began to play Bing Crosby’s White Christmas.

“This is more like it,” Bucky breathed next to her ear as he spun her around so her back was pulled into his broad chest.

“I don’t suppose you could help me put it on?” She asked. “That necklace you claim to know nothing about?”

Without a word he led them across the room, hand resting against the small of her back. Holly raised her eyebrow, catching his eye in the bank of mirrors that lined the room.

Bucky slid his other hand down her arm, resting it on her wrist as he brought the other forward gently opening her hand to grasp the necklace from her palm.

Holly’s breath caught in her chest as Bucky kept eye contact the whole time. She couldn’t help but notice the hardness that was starting to press against her ass, wishing she had put on underwear now that she was starting to wet the tops of her thighs.

His fingers brushed along the junction between her neck and collarbone, sending tiny sparks of electricity down to her toes. She could feel the warmth of his breath dance along her skin only making her clench her thighs together while trying to keep steady.

"You're trembling, sweetheart," He cooed in her ear, voice full of gravel and low as it rumbled through her. Holly steeled herself, shifting in her heels but his hand dropped to her hip and he leaned in once again holding her to him, "stay still, malyshka or I won't be able to get this on."

She sucked in a breath words completely void from her brain as the embers in her belly became stoked with each word that dripped from his mouth. The cool metal of the necklace wrapped around her neck, her fingers mindlessly fumbling with the heart pendant that dangled between her breasts as he gently spun her back around.

Darkening ice blue eyes searched her face for a moment before trailing down her neckline to the heart in her hand. He hummed, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in satisfaction.

“Just the way I imagined…” His eyes drifted up to meet hers, a soft look but with a little twinkle in them that made her draw in a slow breath. “All perfect.”

Holly didn’t know what to answer him, his words spun around in her head, wondering if she even heard right but with the blood that pumped up to her cheeks and the increased heartbeats she kept coming up short.

She couldn’t be that wrong, and when his cold hand reached up to brush some loose strands behind her ear, she suddenly forgot all his snarky remarks. For a moment.

He dipped his head slightly and flickered his eyes between hers, a playful smirk lingered on his lips. “Got lost somewhere, Holls?”

''Actually, I'm going to the bar to get drunk,'' Holly said before adding a breathy thank you close to his ear.

She sauntered off, leaving him standing in her wake, his expression both puzzled with a low fire burning in those ocean blue eyes. For a moment, it looked like he wanted to sweep her off the ground and kiss her. And Holly would be lying to herself if she didn't enjoy that thought a little too much.

When Holly got to the bar she found Thor sitting there, drinking from what looked like a rather large glass.

“Holly! How is the birthday girl doing” he yelled

“I need a drink,” she said taking a seat next to him. “Care to join me in some birthday shots?” She asked

“I would love to!” He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a huge smile. “Did I already tell you how beautiful you are tonight?” He continued a little too loudly.

Holly leaned against his touch, looking over her shoulder at Bucky who had slumped against the nearest wall with a hateful stare in his eyes. His jaw ticked as she cupped Thor around the bicep, digging her fingers into the soft velvet coat he wore.

"You have quite the grip angel," Thor chuckled as he poured two shots of Asgardian mead. "You know on Asgard you would have been a great warrior, the Valkyrie were loved by all," he smiled and slid the shot glass to her.

She picked it up, clinking the side to his before tapping the bar and throwing the shot back alongside the handsome god. "Did you ever love any of them?" She asked, letting the mead warm her inside.

"I think I could try," Thor leaned forward, his mead breath hot on her face as he smirked and ran a hand up her arm. His long blonde hair swayed against his sharp jaw as his eyes flickered to her lips.

"Up, now!" Bucky gripped her against the bicep and pulled her from the chair, pushing her from the room she stumbled backward locking eyes with the super soldier as she moved. She heard Thor holler in protest as her heels hit the long wall at the base of the glamourous steps and she had to use the railing above her to keep herself standing.

Bucky's hands engulfed her, trapping her against the staircase. "Ooh someone is angry," she teased staring up at him. A piece of his hair fell from his bun as he hovered over her in a huff of jealousy, his jaw tensing together from her teasing. "Use your words, Sargent." She hummed, asking for trouble. Practically begging for it.

"What the hell was that? I thought we had--" He cut himself off and Holly tilted her head.

"Had what?" She purred. "Say it. Tell me you bought me this necklace."

"I'm not gonna tell you shit," he growled.

His cheeks were flaming red, the blush creeping down his neck and beneath the collar of the fuzzy pink sweater. Part of her felt bad. There was hurt in his eyes, but he was too prideful to admit that he bought her a present because he cared about her.

"Just admit that you like me."

"I don't," Bucky said defiantly. "You're disrespectful, defiant, rude--"

"I could say the same thing about you." She laughed.

"I rank higher than you and you disobey me at every turn."

"Sarge, if you've got a power kink, you can just come right out and say it--"

Suddenly, Bucky pushed her up against the wall and leaned in. His mouth hovered right above hers. Holly drew in a shaky breath, studying his eyes as his pupils expanded. She couldn't help but notice that his gaze fell from her eyes to her lips, and back again. His cheekbones were sharp and prominent in the low light, and she was tempted to tuck the stray hair that fell from his bun behind his ear, punctuating the motion with some patronizing comment, but he had her by the shoulders. She had sparred with Bucky before. He pulled his punches until she started to make him really mad. This felt similar.

Holly smirked as Bucky licked his bottom lip. She could smell his cologne. He had never worn cologne before.

"Let me go before I knee you in the--"

"Hey!" Sam called from across the room. "Mistletoe!"

Bucky looked up, his face a mixture of confused and furious. Holly glanced up adrenaline shot through her body, turning her blood cold.

"What are you talking about?!" Bucky barked.

"You two are under the mistletoe! You have to kiss!" Sam shouted.

Everyone else turned to stare at them and Holly's cheeks burned. And then the chanting started. She wanted to die. Bucky glanced up and then back down at her. Butterflies swarmed her stomach. Never one to back down from a challenge, she grinned at him and clicked her tongue.

"What are you waiting for, Sarge?"

"Fuck it," he snarled as his mouth crashed against hers.

The first thing Holly became aware of, was just how soft Bucky’s lips were despite the roughness he was kissing her with.

The palms of his hands held her face in place, one rough against her cheek, the other cold but the way the contrasting pads of his fingers tickled just below her ear, her hair tangled between them gave away the softness beneath Bucky’s brooding and hard exterior. Just as the necklace had.

One of them made a sound, desperate and whimpering and at this point, where Bucky’s tongue wasted no time in tasting hers, she had no idea who’s mouth it came from.

Everything around them had turned quiet, even the music a distant thump in her ears along with her heartbeat, thundering so hard she had absolutely no doubt that Bucky could hear it too.

As if he could read her thoughts, he pulled back, breathless, pupils blown wide and lips pink and kiss swollen.

“Got ya quite worked up haven’t I, sugar?” He purred with the audacity to look smug about it.

Maybe he wasn't wrong.

Holly sucked in a breath, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared up at him.

She'd walked into her birthday intent on teasing Bucky about a stupid sweater. She'd expected him to get upset, yes - but this was absolutely not how she'd expected anything to go today.

"I think... Maybe we should talk," she said quietly.

"Hah!, Tony, you owe me fifty bucks!" Sam yelled, reminding them both they weren't alone.

"In private," Bucky grumbled in response to Holly, shooting a glare over his shoulder.

She nodded quickly and he grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the large gathering. Holly struggled to keep up with him and her breath was coming in sharp pants as they approached the elevator.

"Slow down, Buck, Jesus," she grumbled, puffing a wisp of her blonde hair from her face. The door opened with a ding and she glanced up at Bucky, watching the muscles in his jaw tick before he stepped inside.

Following hesitantly, Holly tried to stand farther away from him, but it was like her body couldn't stand not being near him. She wanted his hands on her skin again, his breath on her lips.

"Fuck it," Holly groaned before turning, and grabbing Bucky by his collar. He smiled as she crashed her lips to his once more. His hands gripped the skin of her waist, leaving her begging for more.

"I thought we were talking," Bucky panted, licking his lips before catching her swollen lips again.

"We will. Just let me-" she said with a whimper. She didn't realize how badly she wanted this. Months of pent up annoyance and frustration and she had reached her limit.

His big hands moved around her back, as he

“Please, sugar-“ Buck whispered as her lips crashed against his, their teeth clicking. “I want to talk-“ Her fingernails danced along the nape of his neck and he whined into her mouth. “I think we should- I think we should talk.”

It was all too much but still not enough for Holly. The way his hands ran all over her body gripping and squeezing, his breath fanning over her face as they both tried to resist the rising need to fuse their lips again.

"So talk." She breathed, her lips brushing over his with every word watching his eyes flit between her eyes, flushed cheeks, and her swollen lips and back again.

The low, gravelly groan that rumbled in his chest paired with how his fingers tightened momentarily before letting go of her, was enough to knock the breath out of her lungs.

"Holly I-" the ding of the elevator interrupted him as it announced their arrival, with both their rooms opposite to each other on the same floor there was no escaping the reality of their situation as they came to stand on shakey legs in front of their doors.

"You were saying?" Holly asked, voice trembling as her eyes met his. Emotion and lust colliding in their icy depths.

She watched as Bucky sucked a deep breath into his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. Thoughts raced through her mind, as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Maybe everything she was feeling was made up in her own mind. He didn’t want this at all. That's why he wanted to talk so badly. But that wasn't going to stop her from taking as much of this moment in as she could before reality came crashing back over them.

Bucky took a step toward her, his arms out-stretched as he caged her against her door. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips as he inched closer.

"You drive me fucking crazy" He mumbled through gritted teeth. "Since the day you got here. All you've done is piss me off..."

"Bucky..." Holly whispered.

"No. I'm talking now." He stated, using his metal hand to lightly brush a piece of blonde hair away from her eyes. "You're loud and obnoxious, and so cocky you make Tony look normal" He breathed a laugh.

Holly swallowed thickly as her jaw clenched listening to his words.

"But you are also the kindest person in this building, and challenge me to think during combat in ways I never would have thought to..." Bucky placed his forehead against hers. "And when I saw you standing there tonight looking as beautiful as the stars in the sky, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat"

He pressed his lips gently to Holly's once before pulling back and brushing their noses together. "I've been so caught up in our little feud, I would never let myself admit how badly I wanted this..."

"I feel the same way Bucky..." Holly finally whispered, reaching behind herself, to turn the doorknob with one hand, as her other hooked into the collar of the pink sweater. "I want this..."

The next minute was a blur of teeth clinking, hands grabbing, and the door slamming. Now that their feelings were out in the open, neither of them could get enough.

Finally, the kiss broke as Holly’s knees hit her bed and she fell onto it, leaving her staring up at Bucky as he towered over her.

“Ever since the party started I wanted to do two things, kiss you;” Bucky said as his hands gripped the neck of the pink sweater, “and rip this fuckin’ thing off.” In one swift movement, the sound of ripped knitwear echoed around them and before long the sweater lay on the floor in two pieces.

He tipped her face up with a finger under her chin, thumb grazing her bottom lip slowly, sending sparks inside of her as she craved more. She wanted to be closer, feel him in every way. Everything inside her just screamed for him like it had so many times before. She got used to hiding it with their snarky remarks and constant fights over whatever would cross between them because it had occurred to her that she was afraid of walking into something only she desired.

“Bucky…” She whined, more pleading than intended.

He leaned down closer, lips brushing against hers as he whispered with hooded lids. “Now’s the time to actually say something, doll” He smiled softly.

Bucky’s hand slid up further to cup her face. Her belly was filled with fire, her breath trembling in her chest. The spice from his cologne filled her nostrils and Holly reached out to gently wrap her fingers around his dog tags. She wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to run away from her, or that this wasn't some kind of sick joke, but she could tell by the look in his eye that he had every intention of staying. Whether or not they'd be doing any more talking was up for debate.

"Kiss me," she pleaded.

"Say please," Bucky whispered, his eyes dancing across her face.

She normally hated to give Bucky what he wanted or to give him any kind of an ego boost, but the softness of his lips was the push she needed to whisper, "please."

"That's a good girl."

His gentle, rumbling voice filled her ears as his mouth slid against hers one more time, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up to her feet. She wound her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his hair out from the loose bun. Bucky groaned as her fingers knotted in his hair and her mouth opened to deepen the kiss.

Bucky's hands roamed her body and he laughed against her mouth.

"I think you've got a few too many clothes on," he replied as he broke the kiss.

Holly's heart was thundering in her chest, and she let him turn her around, his lips sliding up her shoulder as he gently pushed the strap of her dress down.

"Will you do me a favor, princess?"

"Depends on what it is." She couldn't help but be a little defiant. He seemed to like it.

He chuckled.

"Will you keep those pretty heels on for me? I always pictured you wearing those and nothing else."

Her face burned as his fingers began to tug down the zipper of her dress, and before her brain could formulate a coherent thought she whispered, "God, yes."

Bucky's laugh was deep, making a shiver run down Holly's spine as fast as the zipper pull.

He drew in a sharp breath though, as the fabric slid off of her, pooling around her ankles.

"No underwear - naughty girl," he growled, his nose tickling her neck as he placed soft kisses along it.

"It's ‘cause of the dress," she tried to protest.

"Huh, sure it is," His teeth found her earlobe, biting gently, "I bet the birthday girl just wanted to get laid."

Fingers, warm on one side, cool on the other, pulled her closer to him, his chest pushing against her bare back.

"Only by you," she sighed her admission.

He nipped down the side of her neck as his vibranium hand travelled up her body to her neck, grip soft but firm as his warm tongue soothed the marks left behind.

"You okay, angel?" he whispered, lips tickling her ear.

Holly swallowed slightly relishing in the feel of the cool metal against her throat as she did before she nodded her response. Bucky's hand fell to her shoulder kneading her skin softly as he moved her face to the side to meet her gaze.

"We can stop whenever Holly, okay?" he voiced sincerely.

“Definitely don’t wanna stop, but thank you, really,” she replied, grabbing his vibranium hand and placing it back on her throat. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight on her neck and shivered, head falling back against Bucky’s shoulder.

“Jesus, you’re somethin’ else,” Bucky groaned, pressing a kiss to the side of Holly's head before spinning her around, a firm grip on the back of her neck and her waist. Bucky looked deep into her eyes for a moment, ice blue full of emotion before he pressed his lips to hers, parting them easily and slipping his tongue inside.

Bucky made his way down Holly’s jaw, pressing bruising kisses to her skin, murmuring, “Tell me what you want pretty girl, what do you need?”

Holly pulled on the waistband of his dress pants, fingers working quickly to undo his belt as Bucky sucked purple marks onto her throat. She whimpered when his teeth dug into her skin and once more, his smirk against her skin made her cunt throb painfully and gave her the confidence to ask for what she needed so badly.

"I know that you like me all of a sudden," she replied breathlessly, lips brushing Bucky's as she wrenched open his pants. "But could you fuck me like you don't?"

The growl Bucky let out as Holly's hand wrapped around his ridiculously hard cock vibrated throughout her body. He pressed her further down onto the bed, hovering over her as she stroked him.

"Remember what you asked for, darlin'," Bucky drawled with a grin, quickly kicking off his shoes and pants as best he could with the grip she had on him. It was hard to suppress whimpers as he caught her mouth with his own again.

She lightly ran her nails against his scalp, back fully arched off the bed as Bucky nipped at her jawline. He sat up on his haunches above her, kneeling on either side of her legs.

Holly had the urge to cover herself, but he quickly grabbed both her wrists tightly and shoved them above her head. She gasped at the sudden movement- and felt her core practically leaking on the bed.

“Is this okay?” he rasped against her ear, leaning down over her.

Holly nodded her head furiously, "Very okay... So very very much okay" She whined, wiggling her hips underneath him. "You're being a tease James " Punctuating his name in a way she knew riled him up.

Bucky moved back to look at her, his jaw clenched. The blue of his eyes was almost gone with the blackness of his pupils. "Don't. Call me. That."

A smirk graced her lips, as she ran her tongue across her bottom one. "Then. Get. To work."

Another growl-like chuckle left the depths of his chest, "Oh sweetheart when I'm done with you, you're not going to know which way is up"

Holly had no time to react before Bucky flipped her to her stomach and pulled her ass into the air. Leaning down to her ear he whispered, “You want me to fuck you like I hate you? Then that’s exactly what you’ll get birthday girl.”

Bucky sat up straight, one hand holding Holly up by her waist as the metal hand came in sharp contact with her ass.

Holly went to moan, but it was cut short by the cry that came from Bucky pushing his whole dick into her cunt. He stilled for a moment, “that’s it doll. Let my cock stretch that tight pussy. Are you ready for more?”

Her body slightly tensed from his sudden action along with a pained but pleasurable feeling coursing through her. He must have noticed as both of his hands grabbed her waist, stroking her gently she started to slowly relax into his touch.

“Just like that… that’s a good girl.” He breathed, pulling her up by the waist as he rolled his hips with their cheeks pressed against each other. “Feels good now, doesn’t it?”

A deep sigh and whimpers left her lips as she rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes to focus on the waves of tingles stemming from their connected bodies.

“More Bucky, please.” She moaned as his warm hand trailed from her stomach to the valley of her breast, up to her neck, to suddenly leave her hot body completely.

She could hear something jingling from behind for a moment, wondering what he was up to before she fluttered her eyes open when she felt something cooling down the fire on her skin. Looking down, she needed to blink a few times to understand what that little steel object actually was.

He was relentless, hips slamming into her while he rubbed her back. It was like he couldn't help but let the affection he had for her bleed through. Holly whined at the brunt of his strength and the full weight of his body, savoring the sound of his gentle whimpers. She could feel every inch of him filling her up, sending fire and sparks all down her spine. Her back arched and she somehow found the strength to look over her shoulder. She watched his head fall back and another whine dripped from his lips. She smirked.

"How you doing, Sarge?"

His head snapped up and his eyes opened and narrowed.

"I'm a little hungry," he replied.

The alcohol was getting to her, making her head buzz and she flashed him a confused look.

"Wh--"

Holly's heart pounded as he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. Her breath was stuck in her chest and she let out a whine as she clutched the dog tags in her fist. She glanced down at Bucky who was staring at her as he pushed her legs apart with a soft grunt. Soft kisses began to litter her upper thigh, leaving sparks behind on her skin. A big, cocky smile spread across his face as he began to drag his fingertip through her folds. Holly swallowed a whine as Bucky spoke in that deep, gravelly voice that gave her goosebumps.

"I could use a snack, malyshka." She let out a loud laugh and Bucky smirked, his cheeks pink. "Please?"

"Fuck yes," she breathed with a small nod.

Bucky winked at Holly, and pressed his finger inside her, swirling it around before drawing out and sticking it into his mouth, eyes shutting. A feral groan ripped out of his chest and his eyes snapped open, blue nearly eclipsed by black. Holly’s breath caught as Bucky wrapped his arms around her thighs, burying his face in her cunt.

“Bucky!” she moaned, voice high and needy, his tongue already deep inside her, his nose brushing her clit. He attached his lips to her entrance and sucked, a squeal falling from her lips as her hips jerked in his hold.

Bucky’s arms bulged as he held her down, sucking at her cunt until she was sobbing out, “Bucky, please, need you, inside me. Now!”

"Nuh-uh," Bucky snarled against her slick center, kissing the sensitive swollen skin as she whined. "Let me have it all, sugar."

Holly groaned and dropped her head back onto the sheets as Bucky gripped her tighter. Little huffs and whimpers slipped from her lips as he dug deeper into her cunt, the stubble on his cheeks scratching her swollen skin. Her hips bucked up against his mouth, chasing the sensation and she let out a breathy moan. He had her right on the edge, his warm tongue moving to draw short, small circles on her clit. Electric shocks started to spread from the inside out as Holly felt her eyes start to roll backwards.

“If it wasn’t your birthday-“ Holly almost didn’t hear his words over the blood rushing through her ears. He groaned against her clit. “I wouldn’t let you come just yet.”

His sly threat turned her on. She bucked her hips faster against his mouth as the wave of pleasure cascaded over her - filling her with warmth and curling her toes. She was falling apart. He sucked on her clit, fucking her with his fingers, pushing against the spongey part that made her gush.

He pulled away and wiped his mouth, bringing his hand up to her mouth. Holly wrapped her tongue around the fingers that were just inside her. He trailed them down her chin and across her neck, pulling lightly at the chain she wore. His pupils completely blown out as he stared back at her.

“I’d like to give you another necklace if that’s okay.” His fingers danced at her collarbone, drawing a trail of goosebumps underneath the dainty chain. He started to wrap his hand around the base of her neck, his metal hand pumping his dripping cock.

Holly moaned deeply at the feeling of his fingers tightening against the sides of her neck, just enough to make her head light. If she had known what he was capable of, she would have had him hate-fuck her a long time ago.

A mischievous smirk danced across her face as she batted her eyes up at him and pushed her neck harder into his hand. "Come on, baby... I'm not going to break," She taunted.

Bucky let go of his cock, and placed his metal hand beside her head, leaning down and locking eyes with her. "You are playing with fire, princess," He groaned, moving his hips to realign himself with her entrance. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.

She smiled softly and nodded, "I'm okay, Bucky... please, please fuck me," Holly pleaded.

A dark chuckle left his lips, "I just wanted to hear you beg," He whispered as he pushed himself inside her once more.

He dipped his head and nipped at her bottom lip, sucking on it until she whimpered.

"Please, Bucky, harder" she whined as she forced her voice to go up half an octave.

Bucky captured her lips and pushed his cock deep inside of her, both of them moaning against each other's mouths. She broke the kiss and gazed up at him as he began to rock his hips and fill her up. He couldn't stop smiling, and neither could she. "Good girl. Take all of me, angel."

Holly cried out as he bottomed out, "Oh god - Bucky!"

"No gods, sugar - just me," he groaned, letting his forehead rest against hers as he stilled, "Fuck - you feel so good."

Holly whimpered, cunt clenching as she pushed her fingers through Bucky’s thick brown locks, getting a firm grip and tugging until he looked at her.

“Fuck me like you mean it, Sergeant,” she breathed in the space between them, and Bucky nodded, pressing his lips to hers once more before planting his hands on the bed beside her head, hips moving faster, pounding into her.

Bucky again wrapped his flesh hand around her throat, squeezing lightly on the sides of her neck. His pace was relentless- Holly knew she would be sore tomorrow, but she couldn’t care less about anything but this moment.

Before she knew it, he grasped her hips and rolled them over so his back was flat against the bed. On top of his muscular thighs, Holly somehow felt his cock deeper inside her - she planted her hands back on his knees and started riding him, pushing her chest up in the air.

He moaned- deep and guttural, coming from a place side of him she didn’t know too well. She saw his eyes roll back as she looked down at her through her lashes.

“Mmm, baby,” she moaned. “Make me yours.”

He choked on his breath- Holly felt his cock twitch inside her, so she squeezed her muscles together in response. “Mine,” he sputtered, his hips bucking up to meet hers. “All- fuck- all fucking mine.”

"God Bucky..." Holly breathed out as she moved her hips against his, feeling herself clenching and squeezing around him. She wasn't sure if it was the super soldier aspect or just Bucky, but no man had taken care of her the way he was. The thought of Bucky actually caring about her was almost enough to send her over the edge as that fire built up inside her belly.

Shifting her body forward, she leaned a hand next to his head and combed her other into his hair, moaning as she reattached their lips. She wanted every part of him on her, craving his warmth.

His hand trailed up her body and into her hair, tugging enough to pull a groan from her lips.

"You feel so fucking good, angel," He grunted, into another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together and matching the rhythm. "Just like that... fuck"

“You’re perfect,” he praised. “So fucking perfect.”

She grinned, fucking him harder.

“So complimentary.”

“Just make me come,” Bucky snarled, the words causing electricity to spread through her whole body. She was so close, and so was he, both of them on the verge of explosion. She could get used to this shift in their relationship.

"Yessir," She managed to get out, leaning back as her fingers went to her clit.

Bucky watched with rapt attention, his chest heaving as he drew nearer to the end.

"Buck - Bucky, fuck - come in me, please!"

With a snarl, he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close as he flipped them back over, "Oh god, Holly!"

Their foreheads pressed together, harshly breathing the same air. Bucky’s hips moved at a furious pace, bruising Holly’s, but she didn’t care and pulled him closer with a hand on his ass.

His hips stuttered and, with a growl, he pushed himself deep inside her, hot ropes of cum spilling out and filling her up.

Neither of them moved, still panting into each other’s mouths, Holly’s spread into a grin, and Bucky mirrored her.

He kept their foreheads pressed together, rubbing his nose gently against hers. The moment almost brought tears to Holly’s eyes - it made sense that all the frustration and annoyance between them ended in this explosion of desire and just.

But a part of her was still scared this was going to end just as quickly as it started. She closed her eyes and felt the familiar sting of tears. Bucky pulled their foreheads apart as he softened inside her, adjusting so she could still feel his body weight. He kissed her forehead lightly and mumbled, “All mine.” As if he could read her mind and sense the doubt. He immediately moved to comfort her.

Bucky moved to the side and pulled Holly tight to his chest. His touch was gentle and caring as his fingertips glided up and down her spine. With the thoughts of doubt still drifting in her mind, Holly looked up at him and placed light kisses along his jaw. For now, it was just the two of them. No battles to win, no Avengers waiting in the living room downstairs, passing each other money as they figured out who won whatever bet they made. It was just her and Bucky.

"Holly..." He whispered. "Are you okay?" His vibranium hand brushed her hair off her face.

She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head, as a small smile graced her lips, "I've never been better" She replied, stretching up to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Did you mean everything you said to me... before we uh, got distracted?"

Bucky breathed out a chuckle, and locked eyes with her, "I meant every word, love," His cool metal thumb brushed against her cheek, "I was just too scared to admit anything before tonight. Thought maybe these feelings would be one sided..." He admitted.

Holly nuzzled into his neck and kissed his skin once more, "I thought the exact same thing..." She smiled and moved to rest her chin on his chest so she could look up at him. "You're the best birthday present I've gotten... not the sex, just you" She giggled.

His smile was bright and warm, and he kissed her again, the two of them a tangle of limbs. She didn't know where her leg ended and his began. His vibranium arm traced delicate circles on her hip.

"I did buy you that necklace."

"I figured as much," she laughed. His eyes were so blue. Were they always this blue? "Why couldn't you admit it?"

He shrugged.

"I wasn't sure how you felt. I didn't want you to think it was a peace offering. I wanted you-- I wanted it to be something real and meaningful. Steve told me to just give it to you before the party, but I was too goddamn stubborn." He shook his head, his cheeks flushed. "Stupid."

"Hey, no. The afterglow is for good feelings," she told him. "Don't do that doom and gloom thing."

"I don't do that doom and gloom--" he stopped himself. "You're right."

She gasped and her eyes widened.

"Oh! Say that again! I'll have sex with you again if you say I'm right. Or maybe make me a banner. Hang it in the gym." Bucky began to laugh, and so did she. They pressed their foreheads together. "I'm done teasing you now, Sarge."

"Good, because I was hoping I could ask you out on a date." He bit his lip as she pulled away. "I don't want this to stop. I'd like to take you out, treat ya real nice. Let you wear my jacket. Maybe ask you to be my girlfriend."

Holly blushed.

"I'd love that. I still want that banner, though."

Bucky smiled and his eyes widened, suddenly remembering something.

"I have another present for you." He gently unwound his limbs from hers, kissing her once more as he half rolled off the bed, his feet, shoved in her face. She squealed and pushed them away.

"Barnes! Where are your manners?!"

"I wash my feet in the shower! Calm down, doll!"

He was fishing for something. She could hear his belt jingling and then a grunt. Holly reached out and playfully pinched his toe as he yelped before popping back up. He was holding something in his hand that looked like a little recording device.

"What the hell is that?"

"I paid Parker to make it for me-- well, you, but also me. You know how Tony goes on and on and on in meetings?" He pressed a button and a loud fart noise echoed through the room, coming from the speaker. "I told the kid I wanted to embarrass the hell out of Stark. You can program your phone to make it go off. It has ten different fart settings."

She burst out laughing, her face bright red. Bucky couldn't stop giggling.

"Your immaturity knows no bounds."

"Neither does yours! I didn't forget the whoopie cushion incident."

Holly blushed and cupped his face, kissing him.

"I love it. Thank you, Bucky."

The animosity and the hatred between them evaporated. They saw each other clearly, all of their faults on the line, and suddenly, he was no longer the big, brooding asshole who irritated her. He was just Bucky. Her Bucky.

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It’s about as cool as it gets in Louisiana most days—a brisk fifty-two—and Sam’s bundled up like he’s back in Washington, DC in the middle of January.

All those years away from home, and he still never had managed to get used to the cold.

Bucky’s only in a slightly thicker leather jacket, lined with some kind of fleece, mostly because the boys had warned him to bundle up. Bucky’s sweating now, but Sam knows their earnestness in trying to keep him warm means he’ll keep the jacket on all night, the sheer amount of heat his body puts off like a furnace be damned.

It’s become a nightly routine, these walks, first starting during warm, wet, and hazy summer nights and continuing on even now, when the sun dips past the horizon entirely too early each afternoon. They never stray far from home, walk mostly in laps near the house, but tonight, Sam takes Bucky’s hand and leads them out a little farther.

The Christmas lights are out on all the houses Sam knows are going to put them up, and he’s feeling a little nostalgic.

Nostalgic enough to wander over to the old house nearby that he’d absolutely adored as a child, now worn down and unlivable, marred by years of neglect and abandonment and storm damage. A years-old “for sale” sign sits in the yard, weather-worn and illegible.

Sam stops just in front of the house—a tall, dark silhouette amidst all the bright red, green, and white lights around it—and smiles.

“I was convinced I was gonna live in that house one day,” he says, a little wistful. “Slightly older couple owned it back then, a Mr. and Mrs. Jackson. You’d never seen two people so in love, maybe other than my own folks. They’d invite us over for dinner after church sometimes—said it was a thank you for a sermon well delivered—and Mrs. Jackson always had it decorated so lovingly. They didn’t have any children back then—never had any at all actually—so there was no one to leave it to, and I’d always hoped I’d be able to buy after they moved elsewhere, wherever that might have been.”

Sam sighs, shrugging his shoulders and running a hand over the overgrown fence. “I was already out of Delacroix when Mr. Jackson passed, about a year after his wife, and no one else ever picked it up. Now it looks like this.”

Bucky squeezes his hand and Sam takes that as a cue to turn away from the old house and to his boyfriend, swinging their intertwined palms as he pulls them forward again on their walk.

“A shame,” he says as they walk away, “what it looks like now. Mrs. Jackson’d be heartbroken.”

Five months later, almost to the day, Bucky asks to go for a walk in the middle of the afternoon.

It’s rainy, like it always is in May, and Sam gives him a strange look while he gestures to the outside, the rain coming down in a constant, heavy stream, loud on the roof of the house. “In this weather?”

Bucky shrugs, a little sheepish. “I’ve got an umbrella?”

Sam’s not too keen about getting wet because of Bucky in the not-so-fun way, but Bucky’s got a heightened nervousness about him that Sam hasn’t really seen since the first time he asked him to dinner as something other than just a couple of guys, so he begrudgingly grabs his own umbrella and opens the door, gesturing for Bucky to leave first.

To his surprise, they start out on their normal route, and Sam’s a little confused as to what’s got Bucky so on edge, outside of the rain.

When he takes a slight turn off their normal path, Sam thinks they might be getting somewhere.

They come to a very water-logged stop right in front of the old Jackson house, and Bucky’s anxious nervousness disappears abruptly, replaced by almost deadly stillness.

“Why are we here, Buck?” Sam half-shouts, doing his best to be heard over the roaring of the rain.

In answer, Bucky just pushes open the gate, the latch having broken probably a decade ago, and leads Sam up to the front porch.

There’s holes in the little roof above the porch, and it’s only slightly less rainy under it than it is outside of it, but Sam closes his umbrella anyway when he sees Bucky do the same. He waits for Bucky to explain why they’re there, but Bucky just looks around the house, his fist opening and closing again—his telltale fidget—so Sam asks again.

“Why are we here?”

“I got pre-approved for a loan,” is all Bucky says, looking around the old place and fixing his eyes on one of the holes in the porch roof. “Haven’t put an offer on this place yet, thought I should talk with you first even though you were okay with me buying the house on my own, but I’m good for it if you want it.” He scratches behind his ear, his frame entirely too small for someone normally so large. “You said you always wanted to live here, right?”

Sam doesn’t answer, a little too stunned to speak both by the thought of all the work this house needs and by the way his heart is so full to bursting when he thinks about getting to live in it.

Bucky takes his silence as cue to keep talking, his words a little more frantic than they were before. “I’ve always been good with my hands, you know? I wanted a bit of a fixer upper in the first place, even if this is more than I’d imagined. But I can make it just how you imagined, sweetheart, let you pick out the paint and the crown molding and everything just how you wanted it growing up. Can even make some of the furniture if you can’t find what you want anywhere.

“And it wouldn’t all be me, you know? I’m saving a lot on a down payment and a mortgage since this house is all worn down, so I can hire some contractors for things as we need. Least to make it livable quicker, make it a house. But I want to make it a home myself, sweetheart. Make it our home. What do you think?”

Sam’s quiet for long enough Bucky goes still again, and the eerie lack of movement is enough to shock him out of his reverie. It’s his turn to not answer Bucky’s question. “Dance with me?”

Bucky blinks. “What?”

Sam takes his hands in his, guides them around his waist. He places his own around Bucky’s shoulders. “Mrs. Jackson used to open up the windows on rainy days. Her record player was just beneath it, and her and Mr. Jackson would put on some oldies and dance the whole rainy day away right on this porch. Louis Armstrong was always her favorite.” He starts to sway with the music, Bucky following suit, and raises up on his toes just enough to kiss Bucky solidly on the cheek. “Thought we should continue on with the tradition if it’s gonna be our house now.”

“Our house,” Bucky whispers, like a dream, as rain steadily pours down on top of them whenever they happen to sway underneath a hole in the roof.

“The dining room’s going to be green,” Sam says with certainty, remembering how much he’d loved the color when Mrs. Jackson had it painted one year, citing a want for something new, something fresh.

Bucky doesn’t answer, just tilts his head up to feel the rain on his brow before he kisses Sam’s droplet-laden eyelids. Sam hums a few notes of “A Kiss To Build a Dream On,” and feels Mrs. Jackson’s approval in the warm Louisiana breeze.

Three months later, when the house is fixed enough to at least be lived in, the first thing Bucky does is buy green paint.

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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 16/100

a special post of my fav holiday one-shots ❤

Newly fallen snow by @buckybees

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

Summary:

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

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

Claw My Way to Your Heart by @wearing-tearing

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

Summary:

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

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

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

[Christmas fic, 2 514 words, General Audiences]

Summary:

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

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

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

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

Stumbling Love by @gigi-gigi

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

Summary:

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

Hooked on a feeling by @kalee60

[Roommates, 6 211 words, Explicit]

Summary:

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

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

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

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

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

Happy Hanukkah, Bucky Barnes by Lasgalendil

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

Summary:

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

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

A Little More Light by @hotcocoaharrington

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

Summary:

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

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

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

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What are you doing New Year's Eve?

peterpparkrr’s 12 days of holiday drabbles

12. Fake Date + Bucky Barnes

Summary: Bucky Barnes decides to be your fake boyfriend. What could go wrong?

A/N: And there it is! 12 festive drabbles in December! Merry Christmas to those who celebrate!

“Any Christmas plans?” You ask Bucky as the two of you walk through midtown.

Maybe it’s a bit strange that you befriended a super soldier/former war criminal/hundred-year-old man but when your friend Sam started bringing him around more, some part of your brain decided that you would do everything in your power to befriend the grumpy old man.

And for some reason, he’d let you.

So now you and Bucky Barnes regularly meet for coffee and walk around different parts of New York City.

Don’t worry about it.

“Not really, my parents have been dead for sixty-odd years which limits my options,” Bucky replies with a shrug. “What about you?”

You roll your eyes at Bucky’s attempt at dark humor and keep the conversation on track.

“My whole family will be at my parent's house, which means at least fifteen people will be grilling me about why I’m single and telling me I need to hurry up and have kids before my eggs dry up,” you reply with a shrug. Airing your own family grievances. Not that they come even remotely close to comparing to Bucky’s.

“Oh, wow,” Bucky replies as his eyebrows disappear.

“Do you… want to come?” You ask after a moment.

“And be your fake boyfriend?” Bucky asks as he half turns towards you in surprised.

“I was just thinking so that you wouldn’t have to spend the holidays alone in that sad apartment of yours but… that’s actually not a bad idea,” You reply as you begin to formulate a plan around Bucky’s suggestion. “What do you say?”

Bucky sighs before nodding. But you don’t miss the assumed grin on his face as he replies, “What could go wrong?”

“Merry Christmas!” Your mom announces when she whisks open the front door of your childhood home.

“Hi mom, happy holidays,” You reply as she pulls you into the house and into a tight hug.

“Hi, Pumpkin,” A deeper voice greets you as your face is still buried in your mom’s shoulder.

“Dad!” You exclaim as you pull away from your mom before your dad sweeps you up into a bear hug of his own.

“Oh, um, this is Bucky,” You say as you intertwine your fingers with Bucky’s. A foreign yet welcome feeling. “My boyfriend,” You add as a slight hang-on.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Bucky says with a grin, really laying on that 40s charm you’d heard so much about. “I’ve heard so much about you all. Thank you so much for letting me celebrate the holidays with you,” He adds as he reaches his hand out to shake your dad’s.

“It’s great to meet you, son,” Your dad replies, circumventing the handshake with a hug before your mom hugs him as well.

“We’re just so glad (Y/N) finally brought someone home to meet us,” Your mom adds with an almost gleeful smile. “We were worried it might never happen.”

You try to laugh along with your parents but it doesn’t really spread to the rest of your face and you see Bucky give you a concerned look, brows furrowed as he watches your parents, who clearly adore you, remain completely oblivious to the way their little comments have hurt you.

You’re just grateful that Bucky now knows that you didn’t make that part up in some weird effort to convince him to be your fake boyfriend for some unsavory/ulterior reason.

“Your family is so…normal,” Bucky says when you finally manage to find a moment alone, just the two of you.

After two full days of family activities, from baking to family dinner to opening presents, your house had been full to the brim with your family members and you’d hardly had a moment of peace. Let alone a chance to check in with Bucky without your parents, or a cousin or three around to eavesdrop on every word.

It had taken a hasty decision to go for a walk through the neighborhood, ‘To show Bucky your old stomping grounds’ you’d claimed before pulling your jacket and hat on and pulling a Bucky out the door for a moment of respite.

“I suppose, I guess every family has its own unique brand of crazy.”

“I was gearing up for a lot of curious questions about the arm,” He tells you with a shrug. “Not to mention everything else, but they’re really just treating me like a boyfriend spending his first Christmas with you all. I think your cousin threatened to kill me if I broke your heart,” Bucky continues.

You grin.

“Yeah, that checks out,” You tell him with a shrug. “And I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself, I was worried maybe this was all a bit too much for you. I usually get overwhelmed before too long.”

“Hence the walk,” Bucky replies.

You nod.

“Exactly,” You say with a smile. Pleased with how well Bucky knows you. And the fact that he actually enjoys spending time with your family. Maybe even more than you do.

“Well, your dad promised to teach me how to play Kings Corner, so we should probably get back,” Bucky adds as he glances away.

You’re not sure how it happens, but after your relatives depart for their respective houses your parents disappear, heading up to bed and it’s just you and Bucky sitting on the couch, a Christmas movie playing softly on the TV.

“I almost forgot, your present,” You say as you scamper up to grab one of the few wrapped presents still sitting beneath the tree.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky,” You tell him with a grin as you hand it to him. Taking your seat again as you eagerly watch him unwrap your present.

Bucky’s eyes light up when he realizes what it is.

“I thought you might like it,” You tell him when he doesn't say anything, nervously filling the quiet.

“I think I’m in love with you,” Bucky says when he finally looks up at you.

“What?” You breathe out as you try to process the sudden confession. “No.”

“What do you mean, no?” Bucky asks, his own brows furrowing to match your own. “I thought-“

“It’s… it’s Christmas!” You reply lamely. As you struggle to explain why this is such a bad idea. I mean, you’ve thought about it, of course, you’ve thought about it. Especially in the last few days. But you’ve also bought about all the ways it could blow up in your faces.

“There’s way too much pressure and all of this emotional stuff gets bottled up and it’s way too much!” You continue. “What if it’s not me, what if it’s the holiday? Or spending time with family? Or just the idea of being in a relationship?”

“But it is you,” Bucky replies. “It’s always been you, it’s why I agreed to come here in the first place. And I thought maybe I could keep up this charade because I’m a coward. But I don’t think I can any more.”

“Oh,” You reply dumbly.

“I want to be with you, however you’ll have me, I just want you,” He says, his eyes shining with a sincerity you know is true.

“Then let’s try this out, for real when we get home,” You finally reply with a small smile.

“Yeah,” Bucky replies. “Yeah, that sounds really good.”

And before you can think better of it, you lean forward and press your lips to his.

Bucky’s hands come up to cup your cheeks as he pulls you close.

When you break apart, Bucky presses his forehead to your own.

“What are you doing New Year's Eve?”

#peterpparkrr's holiday drabbles #12 days of holiday drabbles #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes reader insert

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sambuckylibrary · 1 year

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SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2023

The @sambuckylibrary will be holding a Valentine's Day Bingo! The event will start on February 7th and run until March 5th. During that time, we will be reblogging and sharing the work you guys create here on our blog.

You can post fanfiction, art, moodboards, edits, etc. It’ll be a low-stakes event. No need to sign up. Just remember to tag @sambuckylibary in your post for each fill, and we will be tracking #sbvdaybingo2023 for reblogs.

If you are posting on AO3, please add it to the SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2023 Collection.

The Bingo Card is:

There are also badges for each fill. For those badges, as well as the FAQ and rules, check the information under "keep reading".

What is this?

It’s a little SamBucky Bingo.

Is there any pressure?

No pressure at all. Fill one square. Fill all nine. Do however many you please.

Can I fill more than one square with one piece of art/one fic?

Yes! You can fill one square with one piece of art or fic. You can try to fill all nine at once with one piece of art or fic. You can do any number in between.

Are there any prizes for making a bingo or a blackout?

Just the satisfaction that you made something cool.

Is it just SamBucky?

Yes please, just SamBucky. There can be side ships, but the main ship should be SamBucky.

How long will this event run?

It will run from February 7th and run until March 5th.

I heard there are badges I can use for each bingo fill?

There are! Here they are:

What are the guidelines for the bingo?

I will be borrowing some of this from the MYSU Valentine’s Day Bingo 2022 Guidelines, since they were fantastic.

For Everyone:

1. Remember to @sambuckylibrary in the post as well as #sbvdaybingo2023.

2. Please also tag the square you’re filling (for instance, if the square is “pretend relationship”, use "#pretend relationship" as one of your tags when posting about it on Tumblr).

3. If you’re uploading to AO3, please:

a ) Say somewhere which prompt you’re filling.

b ) Add it to the SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2023 Collection (Sambucky_Valentines_Day_Bingo_2023).

For Artists:

1. Create at least one piece of new art that can’t have been posted anywhere else before this.

2. All visual art forms are welcome:

a ) Gifsets, at least 3 gifs.

b ) Aesthetic boards or moodboards, at least 4 images each.

c ) Drawing/painting, that is not a sketch.

For Authors:

1. At least 500 words.

2. Posted on Tumblr or AO3.

3. Can be part of a series, but should work as a standalone.

Things to be mindful of when creating:

For Sam

Avoid framing Sam only as a caretaker or emotional support for Bucky. Be mindful of Sam acting angry or aggressive in an out-of-character way and falling into the angry/sassy Black man trope (check out the MCU source material to help with character traits).

Avoid decentering Sam as a main character and refrain from focusing entirely on Bucky.

In art: avoid whitewashing Sam’s skin and research drawing Black characters.

General disclaimer: Race affects every aspect of his life, including interacting with police/government and the white structures of the world when it comes to performing his duties as Cap and simply being a Black man that lives in the U.S.

For Bucky

Avoid phrasing “flesh/normal/human hand” to refer to the contrast between his prosthetic arm and his right arm. The phrasing is ableist. You can simply refer to his prosthesis when relevant, otherwise use “right/left arm/hand”.

Specific Tags:

Avoid tags in AO3 like “Sam Wilson is a Gift” or “Sam Wilson is a Saint”.

Have fun and we look forward to your Valentine's Day fics!

- The Mods

#sbvdaybingo2023 #sambucky #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky valentine's day event #sambucky bingo #sambucky holiday event #sambucky fanfic #sambucky art #sambucky edit #sambucky moodboard #mod: thatmexisaurusrex

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steve-rogers-new-york · 1 year

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Recipe Advent Calendar - Day 2

Happy Holidays!

To celebrate the season, I am doing 12-days of seasonal recipes from the 14th to the 25th December. These are recipes published in the Brooklyn Daily Eagle newspaper during the period that Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes lived in Brooklyn in the early 20th century.

Lemon Cream Cookies

1/2 cup butter 1 cup sugar 1/2 cup sour cream 2 eggs yolks, beaten slightly 2 cups find dry Bond crumbs 1/2 teaspoon soda Grated rind of 1/2 lemon Cream butter and sugar add sour cream and egg yolks and blend. Combine crumbs, soda and lemon rind and add to first mixture. Drop from teaspoon onto buttered baking sheet. Decorate the top of each with sugar and cinnamon mixed together, silver balls or tiny stars cur from candied cherries. Bake in a hot oven, 400 degrees F., until brown—about 10 minutes.

The recipe appeared in the Friday 11 December 1936 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle.

Advent Calendar Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | Day 8 | Day 9 | Day 10 | Day 11 | Day 12

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Aspen's Holiday Extravaganza 2022

December 2022

"Eight days of presents followed by one day of many presents."

-Seth Cohen, The OC

As a millennial, Chrismukkah seeped into my blood, and so here we are. I know I'm not some big fanfic author name around here, but I want to do something fun for the holidays because...my holidays and my life look very different this year.

So.

I will be bringing eight days of presents (December 18th-25th31st) followed by one day of many presents (December 26January 1). The first eight days will be new pieces of writing from me, and day nine will be a big surprise.

Eight Days of Presents...

Dec 18: Tiny Vessels Steve x Reader

Dec 19: Idle Hands Stucky x Reader

Dec 20: King mob boss!Steve x Reader

Dec 22: Consort Namor x Reader*

Dec 23: Christmas Eve Eve Bucky x Reader, side Sam

Dec 25: With You Steve x Reader

Dec 26: Sketch of Sam and Natasha Nat x Sam*

Dec 31: Fire Burning From a Cedar Tree royal!Steve x royal!reader*

*contains smut or sexual situations

#aspen's holiday extravaganza #ahe 2022 #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #stucky x reader #bucky x reader #steve x reader #nat x sam #sam x natasha #namor x reader

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pretty woman, this is me trying || finale

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(14/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: explicit language; reference to past SA; heartfelt confessions

Word Count: 2,000+

Author’s Note: Now, to be honest, I really hoped to make these chapters longer. But I wanted to published on Christmas Day and I haven’t had time to write all month. I truly hope I wrapped up this story well, and who knows? It could have epilogue next year or next month. I love you all. xxMoni

The day after Christmas was no better. Three times you had dressed and undressed, debating whether to leave your apartment and go speak with Bucky. You were both overthinking this and you were both in the wrong. Bucky shouldn’t have kept treating you like a flaky friend or kept his initial indecision a secret, and you shouldn’t have stormed away without hearing him out first.

You needed to see him. But your body wouldn’t let you get in your car and take matters into your own hands.

You flopped face-down onto your bed, releasing one long groan. When your lungs ached with the need for air, you sucked in a breath and repeated the process. Groaning until your throat was sore. You rolled over, instantly regretting it. You had washed your sheets, but not the pillowcases.

That heavenly mixture of snow and Starry Night. No swirling irises to accompany it, though.

“Do you want to come back the day after Christmas and show me how to jump?”

He chuckled, “It’s a date.”

You snapped up, replaying the words in your head.

Rockefeller Center, ice skating, the date.

Would Bucky remember? Would he even go?

You had to try. You missed Bucky, you missed Axel, you missed who you were when Bucky was with you. You missed the feeling of companionship. Of choosing who to spend that time with.

You didn’t want to be lonely anymore. Lainey would have kicked your ass all the way to Rockefeller by now, you bet.

After throwing on your winter jacket and boots, you sprinted out your front door, tripping only twice. Then turned back to your apartment, grabbed Bucky’s present, and repeated the tiring process of putting the key in the lock.

Stopping at Lainey’s old door, with absolutely no regard to whoever occupied it now, you declared, “I’m going to win him back. Because I love him, and I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

“Are you sure she’ll be here?” Steve asked as he opened the car door for Bucky. Rockefeller Center looked to be even more crowded than the last time he had come. It was like a cruel joke, making the search for you that much harder.

“She was the one who suggested it,” Bucky explained. “And if what you said is true, she’s not mad at me.”

“Oh, she was mad. Maybe not with you entirely, but she was mad.”

Bucky scowled at his friend, though he was grateful to have a second pair of eyes aiding him. Bucky was grasping at straws. Either you remembered that you had suggested this date and had the same idea as him, or you forgot and he was here when he should be at your apartment.

Or—the worse option—you had remembered and chosen not to come.

Bucky hadn’t really thought about what he would do if that was the case. He was a big boy, and although it would hurt him to bits, he would have to survive. Your time teaching him how to receive touch again would not be wasted. He promised himself that.

“You take one side and I take the other?” Steve suggested, adjusting the baseball cap. “Or do you want to stick together?”

“We can cover more ground separated,” Bucky replied. “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Steve studied him for a moment, then took his word. “Text me when you find her.”

Bucky nodded, watching as Steve blended into the crowd.

Step one: Pass through this chaos.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky prepared his mind. None of these people were out to get him and self-defense was not necessary. Most people were here with their family and friends, not plotting the end of the world with his metal fist in mind. He clutched your gift as he held it in his jacket pocket, then moved.

Bucky pushed through the crowd, apologizing for shoving people too hard and smacking his shoulders against them. Most people moved out of his way, allowing him some air. He searched every visible face, every occupied bench, every person exiting from the buildings. He guessed you would be near the ice rink considering that’s where the date was going to take place, but he still focused everywhere.

Someone’s shoulder brushed across his shoulder blades, paralyzing him for a moment. It was a quick touch, one that was over before he could truly dwell in it. His body told him to run back to the car, to find refuge in his mountain of blankets. That behind his apartment door is where he would be truly safe.

Though his body craved that comfortable feeling of safety, his idea of safety was no longer the loneliness found behind a closed door. His safety was encased in your touch, in your bedsheets, in your presence.

So he continued to push and shove through the crowd, counting his breaths and picturing your face. This was for you. It would always be for you.

His heart stopped as he took in your face for the first time since you walked away from him. You had painted your lips red and thrown on the same cardigan and jacket that had been hanging on the hook beside your front door for the entire month now. You caught his line of sight, freezing in place.

He pushed through the last of the crowd, stopping a few feet from you. You had your hands in your jacket pockets, but you were still shaking in your boots. Bucky wanted nothing more than to run to you and provide you some warmth, but there were words that needed to be said. Things that needed to be addressed.

“If you want to leave me, I will fight you.”

Your eyes widened a fraction at his unexpected declaration.

“When Stark told me to find a date, I refused because I physically could not swallow that reality. I said no, but I had no choice.”

He continued quickly when your face fell. “But I told Stark that I trusted his judgment. He gave me an out, but I had already met you. You were loud, and inappropriate, and reminded me of me from when I was young.”

“Bucky—”

“A part of my innocence was stolen from me long ago. And as much as it kills me, I know I’ll never get it back. I didn’t deserve to have it ripped from me. I deserved happiness, and a home to return to, and soft hands and soup and a little corner store to call my own. But life fucked me over, and I got none of that. I got tortured, and wiped, and… assaulted, in a thousand ways. And for the longest time, I thought they stole the whole of me. I thought there was no hope. That there were no soft touches left in the world. But you… You make me want to try again. You make me believe that people can still be good in this world. Because you’re good, and you’re good to me, and I love you. I love you more than hot chocolate, more than biscuits, more than the Santa Clause movies. I love you. And I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you threw your arms up and introduced yourself. I’ve wanted you since our first picnic. I’ve wanted you since the first touch. I want you, I love you, and I just pray that you want me, too. That you love me, too.”

Multiple tears dripped from your eyes and down your cheeks. And when Bucky reached up, he found his cheeks were wet as well.

“I don’t expect you to quit your job or be solely mine. But I find myself running under your sweet nothings and I don’t want to abandon that feeling just yet. So I declare, the day after Christmas and surrounded by strangers, that I choose you too. I am scared of the world, and what they think of me, but I am not scared of you.”

“Bucky.”

Bucky sucked in a wobbly breath and pulled the bracelet from his pocket. It was handmade, green, and had a little L carved into the stone.

L for Lainey.

You stopped in front of him, turning the bracelet over in your fingers. Then you let him put it on your wrist. You cupped his cheeks with your surprisingly warm hands. Bucky whimpered sweetly, chasing the heat.

“I think you are courage incarnate, Bucky Barnes. Believe it or not, but you make me want to be strong. I have been lonely for so long and you showed me that friendship was still a real thing. I thought I had lost it forever, doomed to be stuck in a world that did not appreciate me.”

Bucky laid his forehead against yours, nearly hiccuping as your words pierced through his burning heart.

“I am yours. Only yours. And I’m sorry for being in my head too often.”

You pulled out a pair of fancy, leather gloves in his size, blushing. “It’s not as sentimental as the bracelet, but—”

He pressed a deep kiss to your mouth, holding you close. His chest warmed against yours instantly. His knees only needed to bend slightly to reach your lips. Your pinkies curled perfectly around each other.

How had he not noticed this before?

“Take me home,” he whispered, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

You nodded against him. Then, you giggled uncontrollably, melting against him.

“What?”

“Don’t forget Steve.”

Bucky shot a surprised look down at you. “How did you—”

“I know what his eyes feel like boring into my back by now.”

Sure enough, Bucky glanced up to see Steve watching your exchange with a genuine smile on his face.

“Do you trust me?”

Steve huffed, his knuckles turning redder as his grip tightened against the railing. When Bucky had mentioned that Steve had always wanted to come to Rockefeller Center with him in the 1930s, you had assumed Steve knew how to ice skate. You didn’t expect a trembling Captain America scared to find his balance and refusing to let go of the support.

“I trust you, but if I fall then you’re going down with me by default.”

“Fair. Now let go of the railing,” you ordered, holding out your hand for him to take. You hadn’t told him you were a beginner ice skater yourself. But you figured, since Tony rented out the rink for private use for the next six hours, it was the perfect time to test this out.

Steve murmured a curse under his breath before reaching out his left hand. His right still held onto the railing, so he began stretching and involuntarily splitting his legs. “Help! Help!”

“Let go!” you laughed, taking his extended hand in your own. He slunk back together rather comically, wobbling as he gripped both your hands. “Now close your eyes and skate!”

“Wha—Why should I close my eyes?”

“It’s the only way to truly trust yourself!” you lied, sounding creepily authentic. You pushed off, taking him with you. He argued twice more before finally shutting his eyes, allowing you to lead him anywhere.

“There we go! You got it! Keep those eyes closed!”

He thankfully listened, unaware of where you were leading him. You would think his super soldier hearing would alert him of a new pair of skates on the ice, but his anxiety probably clouded his thoughts.

With a quick nod, you expertly exchanged Steve’s hands into Bucky’s.

Skating away but still at a close enough distance, you called out, “You can open your eyes now!”

Steve nearly tumbled, but his expression was one of pure elation. Uncontrollable, joyous laughter spilled from his mouth.

“Buck!”

Bucky only smiled, tugging Steve closer. Hand in hand, flesh on flesh, they skated the perimeter together. Not once did Bucky drop Steve’s hand.

It may have only been a battle won for Bucky, but this was an entire war won for Steve Rogers.

He was touching his best friend again. If it wasn’t for you, for Bucky’s determination and strength, it wouldn’t have been possible.

You skated to the railing and watched the childish men for the next hour, wiping away tears whenever they dropped from your eyes. Lifting your hands up, you snapped an imaginary picture. To save for later. To think about whenever you thought something was impossible.

Then you snapped another, a real one using your phone, for safekeeping.

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