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hey guys, so ik i am late with the next chapter but things have been kinda crazy at home with school and everything, but i promise i am working on it and i am very close to the end- sending love <33

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stucky x reader (the holidays) (drabble)

a lil something as a palette cleanser before chapter 2 <3

Pairings- Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes.

Warnings- Implied smut (I wanted this to mainly be a fluffy imagine cause I am in the mood for some love and care); open relationship; some mentions of steve lifting reader (so take that as you will, I just based it on myself); lovey-dovey holiday vibes.

Summary: The boys give you their gifts.

You stretched up on your tiptoes and extended your arm, trying to hang the glittery bell on top of the tree. Just as you were about to give up, strong, warm hands gripped your waist tightly, raising you up so that you could achieve your optimum level of decorating. A small yelp escaped your lips. Even though your super-soldier boyfriends were always picking you up, carrying you with one arm, and manhandling you in every way possible, you were still surprised at how easily they did it. You weren't exactly the average backpack and the last time anyone could lift you like that was when you were twelve. As soon as you had put the bell on the branch, you gripped Steve's hands with your palms, while he returned you to ground level. You turned around with mock irritation.

"Stevie don't do that! I could've hit you!"

"Well you have hit me before and it's cute that you think you can hurt me, sweets," Steve said pinching your nose softly.

"Haha, very funny old man. And can we please listen to some modern-day Christmas songs? I love you guys' 40s oldie vibe but I really need some Kelly and Ariana right now."

"Hey, who you calling old?" Steve said bringing his hand up to his chest. "I'm hurt sweets."

"Yeah, yeah come here."

You pull him by the neck, connecting your lips to his and he pulls you up so that you can wrap your legs around his waist. Your hands run into his hair, while his grip your waist tightly.

"Wow, I go away for fifteen minutes and you guys start humping like bunnies, my god."

You and Steve disconnect and turn to your left to see Bucky standing before you with a tray, loaded with three hot chocolates, wearing the matching Christmas sweater that Steve made for all of you. He sets the tray down before walking towards you guys.

"Well, if you don't want to join, you can go take a nap while we get some work done," Steve says with a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, whatever, old man," Bucky says while you jump down and give him a bone-crushing hug.

"Hey! What is with everyone calling me old today? I am very up with the times. I even carry my own metal straw everywhere I go."

"And we are very proud of you, but in all fairness, you thought it was a stick to prop up plants," you say blowing him a small kiss.

"So, how far along are we with the tree?" Bucky says, giving you a small peck on your lips.

"Getting there. Things did start to pick up after I untangled you from the tinsel and Steve stopped complaining about how people should go back to using 'big' lights."

"Okay, okay enough with the shame the oldies convention, do you want your pre-christmas presents or not?" Steve said putting his hands on his hips.

You had always had a tradition, where you could open two presents before Christmas day, but one of them had to be the new pajamas you were going to sleep in.

You squealed with delight. "Yes! Let's do presents," you said grabbing the paper bag you had set aside which had the boys' gifts in them. You sit down on the couch while bucky hands you your mug of hot chocolates with marshmallows and a peppermint stick.

"Here you go," said Steve handing you two gifts, packed with snowman-print paper. One felt lighter than the other. So, you opened the first box. You pulled the ribbon apart, tearing the paper in your excitement. The paper gave way to a beautiful white box with the words 'La Perla' inscribed on top. You gingerly opened the box and moved the tissue paper to feel the soft satin material grazing your fingers. Inside was the most beautiful night dress and robe ever. The fabric was a beautiful silk bronze with lace detailing on the neckline and robe cuffs. You kissed Steve fiercely on the lips and turned around to do the same to Bucky.

"Thank you so much. I love it," you say breathlessly.

"Anything for you doll," said Bucky trailing kisses down your neck.

"Open the other one," said Bucky, his lips never leaving your skin. You were starting to get worked up and both Bucky and Steve were enjoying every minute of it. You let out the tiniest gasp when Bucky grazed your collarbone with his teeth. Steve handed you the other present and as you set on opening it, his hands trailed down your sides, massaging your back, brushing lightly over your breasts, pebbling your nipples, and tickling you.

This box was a lot smaller. It was shaped like a rectangle. You hurriedly unwrapped your present. On your first look, you did not understand what it was. It was just a thick piece of paper. But looking closer, you saw that it was three plane tickets to London. Your eyes went wide. You had always talked about going to London, seeing the famous landmarks, visiting the bookstores, and seeing the places where your literary idols lived.

"Wait a minute, am I seeing this right? Are we really going to London?" you say, barely being able to contain your excitement.

"Surprise sweets. We leave in two days," said Steve with the biggest grin on his face. His heart swelled with joy to see you this happy. All he ever wanted was to make your wishes come true and damn him if he wasn't doing it every single day.

"I love you so much," you say to Steve and Bucky.

"We love you, doll."

"We love you, sweets."

Before you could comprehend, Bucky's wandering hands had ripped your cotton camisole in two, leaving you completely bare from the top down. He was sucking and rolling one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging deliciously and sending shock waves through your entire body which left you wet with want. As soon as you arched your back, Steve captured your lips in an earth-shattering kiss, swallowing all your moans.

"Think we should give our doll our combined present now baby," Bucky asked giving Steve a wink.

"Oh, absolutely. We wouldn't want her to end up on the naughty list now, would we baby?"

And with that, you were off to the bedroom, Steve carrying you in his arms while you held Bucky's palms in yours. The tree, the presents, everything could wait. You boys could not.

(A/N: Hey guys! Nush here. Hope you guys enjoyed this drabble. I certainly did cause I already miss Christmas. Hope you guys spent the holidays well. Hopefully, this'll hold you over until the next chapter which comes out tomorrow! Take care of yourselves. Sending you all sm love <333)

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.masterlist of works.

.A Stucky Fanfiction. (name tbd)

-> Chapter 1- Meet Cute

-> Chapter 2 (Ongoing).

.drabbles & headcannons.

-> Stucky x Reader (The Holidays)

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Chapter 1~ a stucky fanfiction (name tbd)

Meet Cute

Fic pairings- Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes.

Chapter pairings- Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Warnings: Nothing major. This is basically just an introduction to how the reader is introduced to Bucky. Some mentions of reader being anxious, mentions of masturbation at a young age (15, and it's like two lines). I think that's about it. Let me know if I missed something <33.

Special Appearance: Wanda Maximoff.

Word Count: 2,046.

The blender whirred breaking your daydream. Without your caffeine fix for the day you were still groggy and disoriented. Running your fingers up and down the zipper of your jacket, you wondered how much longer it was going to take for the barista to call your name so you could get out of here and go home to start your Saturday in peace. You had already started to make a to-do list in your head-

1. Clean countertops.

2. Listen to lecture recordings for class.

3. Buy new kitchen towels.

4. Buy-

"A small peppermint latte for Y/N", the barista called. Clutching the cash in your hand you made your way to the counter.

"Thank you, come again."

And with that, you were out of the door. Your apartment was just across the street and so you quickly rushed inside with your favorite winter drink.

No mail. That's fine, you never really received any mail, but your mom was supposed to send you the books you had wanted. Maybe it was just getting stalled at the post office. You made another mental note-

5. Stop by the post office to check on the parcel.

Once inside, you quickly took off your jacket and hung it up by the door. Thank god, Mrs. Arther had told you to turn on your heat before the morning coffee run, so you returned to a toasty warm apartment. You were still in your pajamas from last night, sweatpants and a tank top so curling up on the sofa and pulling the blanket over your feet, you opened your mail, looking through and replying to your friends and family. Your childhood best friend Rita was miserable with her job and was bitching to you about how her boss had wanted her to sort through all his Christmas party invitations and RSVP to each and every one of them only to jet off to Mykonos at the last minute, leaving her to cancel each and every one of them. Your dad had bought a new camera and wanted to know how to zoom in. Your mom had seen a blouse yesterday which she thought you would absolutely lllooovveee (cue attachment). She had also apparently sent you the books you had wanted a week ago, so did you receive them? There were a couple of promotional emails here and there, a few Christmas party invites, and one from LinkedIn. You had signed up a couple of months ago because your internship at the last publishing house was getting too time-consuming and you needed a change of pace.

S.H.I.E.L.D Publishing House is interested in your profile and attached to it was an email asking you to come in tomorrow for an interview. Although no particular job description was mentioned, you were extremely excited. S.H.I.E.L.D Publishing was the biggest publishing house in New York City and where you had wanted to work since you had decided you wanted to study literature at 13 years old. Being in your last year of university, this was probably the best thing that had happened to you all year. You quickly typed a reply accepting the interview and with the 'woosh' of the computer, unknown to you, sealed your fate.

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Standing in front of the huge thirty-storeyed building, you felt like you could throw up. This interview would either make your entire life or break it. You were debating whether you should run away and fake your own death, when your phone rang, pulling the brakes on your plan.

"Hi Ri, I'm just about to go in."

"Girl, you are going to be amazing and you are going to get this internship! I believe in you!" Your bestie's cheery voice put a smile on your face. Since you guys were eight, she had always been like this. She could always anticipate when you needed to talk to her.

"You are not thinking about going off the grid again, are you. Because if you get murdered in all your bullshit shenanigans, I am going to hunt your ass down and kill you for not calling me when you needed to talk to someone." Ri threatened.

"No, Ri. I am not going to run away without you, you know that."

"Damn right you won't, who else is going to bear with me for the rest of my life."

"Alright, I gotta go try not to puke my guts all over the floor. Bye bub."

"Bye baby. And remember head high, tits out. Your gonna kill it!"

And with those words of encouragement, you pushed through the revolving glass doors trying not to stumble and fall flat on your face.

"Hello, I have a meeting with Mr. James Barnes today."

The receptionist smiled and handed you a clipboard with various documents.

"Of course, just fill these out and I'll call you in a moment."

You had handed back the forms and were waiting patiently, when Hilda, the receptionist, called you to go up to the 28th floor and showed you to the elevators.

Small dings sounded your ascend to probably the most important moment in your life, other than being accepted to your dream college and receiving a barbie dreamhouse for your fifth birthday. It was on the 17th floor that the elevator first stopped since you had got on. The doors opened to reveal a heart-faced redhead, clutching her bag tightly and shuffling inside with 'tension' written all over her. She looked as though one wrong move and her skin would rip right off.

"Hi," you said, softly.

She looked up and gave you a shy smile.

"Hi."

"I am Y/N."

"I am Wanda."

"So, do you work here, Wanda ?"

"First day. I am kinda nervous," she said tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Do you work here too?"

"Well, hoping to. I have an interview with Mr. Barnes in about six more floors you say, pointing to the LED numbers above the steel doors."

"Well, I am in HR. All the best. I hope you get the job," she said giving you a thumbs-up. "Then I can call you my first friend from work."

"Thanks. Looking forward to being your first friend from work."

Wanda got off on the 25th floor and the click-clack of her black heels faded away, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

It's just three more floors. You can do it. No turning back now.

As you were finishing your mini pep-talk, the elevators doors opened once again signaling your arrival at your destination. You stepped out and ran a nervous hand over your silk blouse and buttoned your blazer, smoothening away imaginary wrinkles from your pants (your outfit or you can imagine something else if you don't like this :D), you made your way to the receptionist sitting on that floor.

"Hello, I am Y/N Y/L/N. I have an interview with Mr.James Banes today."

"Just a moment ma'am," the young boy picks up the phone and notifies the man who is about to change your life about your presence.

Putting the phone down, he says, "Go right in."

You smile, muttering a thank you.

You raise your hand and knock on the door gingerly.

A deep voice from the other side of the door ushers you in.

You force your arms to push open the door and step into Mr. Barnes' office.

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You know how in movies when a very important scene is being played out, everything happens in slow motion, yeah this was the exact opposite of that. One minute you were looking at a dark-haired man sitting behind a desk, with the New York skyline visible behind him through the glass wall, speaking of the immense power he held, and the next, you were holding his large, warm hand in yours as he shook it welcoming you in. His touch sent electric sparks through your body. You felt absolutely mortified to be acting like such a teenager. You hadn't felt like this since you were about 15 and you had read your first smutty book, Blue Velvet. You had spent the night rubbing yourself through your cotton panties, muffling your sounds in your pillow imagining being ravished. The man looked like pure sex and power. Although he had a strong persona, he appeared friendly enough. Maybe he wouldn't indulge in a heartfelt chat about your favorite rom-coms but he would smile at you if your eyes met across a room at a party. You held your bag carefully and confidently walked to the seat in front of his desk. You were an absolute mess inside ut on the outside you maintained your poker face with only one thought running through your mind- I am going to get this internship.

Bucky had heard a soft knock on his door and called out a 'come in.' You had walked in demurely, but confident as if you were ready to take on whatever he was going to throw your way. You had shaken his hand and made your way to the chair and as you sat in front of him, a soft smile gracing your features, he couldn't help but be impressed. You seemed like a focussed woman, who had achieved quite a bit for being only 23. He wanted to dig beneath the surface and see what was underneath your picture-perfect record.

Bucky was the first to speak.

"So, Y/N. You have quite an impressive resume for someone your age. You are in your last year of your master's at NYU, you were working for Maddison and Third Publishing House as an intern in Marketing and Advertisement, and your previous boss has described you as a driven woman who gets the job done.' Why did you want to study literature?"

"Well, Mr.Barnes, I am a good communicator and I know how to get my point through when I represent myself on the page. I might not be the chattiest person in the room, but I can do a good job of helping change someone's mind if I write someone a speech."

Your answer was perfect from a corporate point of view. Clean, straight to the point with just the adequate touch of dry humor.

Bucky didn't want the perfect, corporate answer. He wanted to know what had driven you into this industry. So he prodded further.

"So, why literature? What you want could easily be achieved through journalism or even marketing."

You had never expected him to ask that question. You had rehearsed your answer to this exact question a million times in the mirror, but You had never expected a follow-up. You thought hard.

"Because since I can remember, I have been mesmerized by the way someone can change your whole life by stringing together words on a page or transport you to entire worlds that exist in their minds and I have always wanted to know what it feels like to be on the other side of it. To be the one creating the worlds and changing lives and making something that people can find comfort in. That is why I study literature."

As you were speaking, your face lit up, your eyes were sparkling and it was as if you were falling in love. The way you spoke about literature and books, made Bucky absolutely animated. It was as if he was twelve again, reading Huckleberry Finn underneath the covers with a flashlight, wanting to experience the thrill of what happens next. That is when he knows that you are who he needs to employ.

A content smile spreads over his face and you instantly know that you have managed to secure your internship.

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A couple of questions later, you come out of the office grinning widely.

He offered you the internship! On the spot! You were going to work right underneath him and report to him directly. You were his Personal Assistant/Trainee Executive Editor. The best part was that this internship actually paid fair wages unlike the last one you had, where you had to work over ten hours a day on top of having classes just to make ends meet. Here you were to come in after classes at 12pm and leave work at 6pm.

You started Monday.

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(A/N: Hey guys. So this is literally the first fic that I am writing after a brief attempt when I was 14. I hope you guys like it and I know that I stank in some places and dragged on a bit, but I hope you guys will stick through for this series. Also, I promise some smut in the next chapter which I will be uploading in two days' time cause it's Christmas at home. Happy Holidays. Sending you sm love <333.)