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#captain america christmas fic
haleyboook · 3 months
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Christmas cheer
When a relationship not known by Chris’ family is suddenly front and center when he insists on her coming to his family Christmas festivities. Just how insane can she expect it to be? And how bad will it effect her relationship?
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“I just need my bathing suit and I’ll have all my clothes ready to be packed.” I tell him as I hold the laundry basket in my arms
He nods as he remains half out of it staring at me
“Chris?”
“Mmhm?”
“What’s on your mind?”
He sighs as he sits up saying “I’m not liking the idea of not being together on Christmas. The best holiday.”
I drop the laundry basket and walk over to him, I sit on the armrest of the chair as he pulls me towards him
His lips press to my shoulder as he says “The Bahamas are so lame right now. Change your flight. Let’s go there for New Years. Boston is so beautiful right now.”
Sighing I say “My whole family is there, and they would love to meet you. You know that. I talk about you all the time and my mom already loves you. Why don’t you come with me? And then we can celebrate New Years with your family?”
Slowly he considers giving in as my eyes practically melt him and my lips press to his as I smile widely
The corners of his lips curve upwards in response to me and he groans saying “My mom and sisters would kill me if I missed Christmas. My nieces and nephews are expecting me there.”
Nodding I sigh saying “So basically we can’t spend the holiday together. And we’re back to square one.”
He smiles to me and says “Yeah. I guess so.”
But that look on his face for a split second was awfully mischievous and I know he’s up to something.
He pushes my hair out of my face and kisses my collarbones as we draw closer to each other
“It’s snowing in Boston. Have you ever been to Boston when it’s snowing?”
“No. I haven’t.”
“Winter is my second favorite season there. A white Christmas is my favorite. And my family goes all nine yards.”
“Oh really? What do they do?”
He smiles and says “Well my whole big family pile into my childhood home and we spend the whole week together. My mom has us baking and cooking all week and we go see a Christmas play on Christmas Eve. And we have a Christmas Eve party after. And Christmas Day is the best, seeing my niece and nephews excitement over the gifts is the best. My mom makes us spiked hot chocolate and we have this massive dinner. It’s literally heaven.”
The pause sits for awhile as I think on my family, my parents have my sisters and all their friends in the Bahamas with them currently
I paid for the vacation, called it an early Christmas gift.
But… Boston doesn’t sound too bad
“If.. I can change my flight, I’m in.”
His eyes widen suddenly as he looks to me surprised saying “You’re serious?”
I scoff saying “Was that not a real offer?”
“No! No it was real. I’ll.. I’ll call my mom telling her you’re coming along.”
I nod and stare at the laundry across the room. I sigh saying “im not going to need that bathing suit am I?”
He laughs whole heartedly and I grumble saying “You owe me time at the beach. I need ocean and sun time.”
“Promise. New Years with your family in the Bahamas. We can stay a week longer than your family. Just us.”
I sigh into him as I grow relaxed, nodding saying “That sounds perfect. Just what I need after the shit-show movie I just wrapped.”
“He was a terrible director.”
“He made me pull my hair out. I need to strictly rely on Greta and Sofia for work. They’re the only tolerable directors I’ve worked with. Besides obviously the marvel projects.”
He nods saying “Making everyone work on a holiday is crazy.”
“Well you saw how well that worked out for him.”
Chris laughs saying “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a movie crew so happy that an actress went full diva for them.”
“They all deserved to be with their families, regardless if they celebrated the holiday or not.”
“Trust me, I know they were thankful.”
I sigh saying “Yeah…. Now tell me what I need to pack for Boston.”
“You need to start with at least 3-4 coats or jackets.”
I make a winced face and say “You’re kidding.”
“That doesn’t include winter coats. Do you have a winter—”
He pauses as he looks to me as I produce a pinched expression and shrug saying “I don’t own anything like that.”
“We’ve got a lot of work to do then.”
The flight was simple enough, I overpacked and had to check my bag. Chris didn’t have to, he had a small enough bag for it to be a carry on
I realized how big of a mistake it was to check my bag the minute I started looking through the carousels for my suitcase
Only to my surprise it never came around. Chris felt terrible as the flight attendant informed me that my suitcase, along with half the passengers were left to fly out on the next plane
I blinked in response to her, feeling anger rise within me “what do you mean you left my suitcase?”
“It will be delivered here in a few hours. We can ship it to the address you—”
“I just want my things! Why couldn’t you fit my suitcase on the plane?”
“There are certain rules and regulations we need to follow, the flight was sold out and we couldn’t exceed a certain weight—”
“Everything I need is in my suitcase! It’s 25 degrees out! I need my things!”
Chris wraps his arm around me attempting to calm me down saying “Honey… honey it’s alright. We’ll figure it out.”
I scoff saying “Don’t give me that. You carried your suitcase on. You have everything you could possibly need. I have nothing. My scripts were in there. I needed to run those lines.”
He sighs and attempts to comfort me as he looks to the lady saying “How soon will it be shipped?”
“The second it’s in our custody. You should get it by tomorrow.”
“That’s not so bad, you’ll have all your things by tomorrow. In the meantime we’ll figure something out.”
The Bahamas are sounding a lot better now
“Yeah. Okay..” I say unconvinced and on edge
Chris had called his mom a day ago telling her he was bringing his girlfriend and she was surprised to find out so late in advance
Pretty frustrated this is one of the few times she’d even heard about me.
But before I wasn’t even his girlfriend, we were just going on a few dates. He thought it was easier to just say that to his mother instead
We were both so busy, there was no time to share with anyone else but each other
And we used every single minute we could find with the other
He’d fly to me and leave in the morning. Or I’d fly in at 9am and have to leave at 12am.
He knows he should have mentioned his girlfriend earlier, to not only his mother but probably his sisters and practically anyone else in his family
I ask as he drives our rental car towards the house “Scott’s there already?”
He’s the one person I really knew from his family, considering how often he visited
“Yeah. He just got to the house this morning.”
I swallow hard saying “And your mom, Lisa knows I’m coming to Christmas?”
“She knows, relax y/n. There’s nothing to worry about. My mom will love you and we’ll have a great time.”
“So your older is Carly, and Shanna is your younger sister. Then there’s your dad and he’s a dentist. And then there’s miles and—”
“Clearly you’ve done your research.”
I sigh as I run my hands down my face saying “I wouldn’t even need to. You love your family, you talk about them constantly. I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve met them. I could probably recite their birthdays at this point… oh my god. Don’t let me say that to them. I’m losing my mind. I’m so nervous, were you this nervous to meet my mom?”
He laughs as I scramble my sentences together quickly, talking way too fast
“Your mother gave me no warning, I met her in my boxers while I was getting the paper. I had no time to be nervous.”
I smile and look to him saying “She thought you were handsome immediately.”
He shakes his head saying with a chuckle “No, her first comment was asking why I was so pale.”
Laughing I shake my head saying “I can’t believe she said that.”
“She wasn’t wrong.”
He livens up my mood just switching the topic, I feel better already. He squeezes my hand saying “Just don’t overthink this and you’ll do great. Promise.”
And that’s when we turned down a street where I saw a suburban neighborhood, it was different than I was used to
There was an inflatable Santa on the large patch of grass in the front yard and lights thrown up onto the gutters, brightly colored
The driveway was full and it made me uneasy. Chris put the car in park and once he turned off the engine he looked to me “you ready to go in?”
“The gifts were in my suitcase, Chris. I have nothing for them—”
“You have your bright smile. That’s enough, we can go shopping in the morning or wait for your suitcase. All that matters is the gifts under the tree by Christmas.”
A sigh releases my lips as I look to the sprawl of inflatables across the front yard that I hadn’t noticed earlier
Some that are so clearly Boston suburbia that it’s odd to me
“Oh. That’s Jim. Moms had that inflatable for decades. It’s older than all the grandkids combined.”
“What is… it supposed to be?”
“It used to be an 8foot tall snowman, one of the first to be released. But it’s face wore off so is kids drew a new one on with sharpie and… yeah that was the result.”
Scott slowly sneaks around the car, and slams his palms into the glass of my car door
I scream as I jerk my head towards him and heave heavy breaths as my screaming stops
Chris laughs loudly and boisterous as I nearly kick the door open. It hitting Scott as I climb out, pushing his shoulder as his laugher only annoys me
“You’re an asshole!”
He and Chris just think my reaction is the funniest thing possible
“Did you hit your head when you jumped that high?”
He tumbles to the ground as he falls in the snow and practically cries with laughter
I huff in annoyance saying “Why would you do that?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Scott struggles to say as he gasps for air as his laughter slows
I look to Scott saying “We have a whole competition going, scaring each other. We do this basically every time everyone’s home.”
Chris smiles as he says “She has an out, it’s her first Christmas with us. She is free of the jump scares.”
“No way! She needs to experience the evans family Christmas in every way.”
Chris gives Scott a look and I walk away saying “I’m freezing. Can we please go inside.”
Scott nods saying “that sounds like a great idea.”
Chris nods as he lifts his suitcase through the snow and pulls his jacket off as he drapes it over my shoulders
I look to him thankfully as I tighten it around me. I slow to a stop as I wait for one of the two brothers to lead the way
Chris steps in front of me as he says “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just cold—” but I’m cut off by Scott running towards us and throwing a snowball into the back of Chris’ head
Scott laughs as I feel the corners of my smile turning upwards quickly as I laugh quietly as Chris huffs out a breath of annoyance
“oh… little brother you so shouldn’t have started this.”
“Chris.” I plead as his hand digs into the snow
“Just let me reach this little punk a lesson.”
And they’re already at it with each other. I stand there as Chris creates a snow ball throwing it towards his brother as Scott ducks out of the shot
My sisters and I were never like this. They were 12-15 years older than me. By the time I was 5-6 years old they were out of the house or in college. I was basically an only child with occasional visits from my sisters
But Bree moved to England for a job and Elise lives across the US. Hawaii, with her husband. Her husband is stationed in the navy there
I wince as both Scott and Chris tumble roughly into the snow but I smile because it’s hilarious
“They do this often.”
My shoulders jump at the voice, I thought I was alone out here
I look to the woman and say “And I’m sure it’s entertaining every time.” My smile shines towards her and she breathes out a laugh saying “Yeah. Most of the time. I’m Shanna. You must be y/n, his girlfriend. Right?”
Nodding I say “yes, that is me. I’m sorry to intrude on your Christmas, he insisted I have a Boston Christmas.”
“You don’t have family around here?”
I pause and say “They’re in the Bahamas for Christmas.”
“And you picked this over that?” She laughs as I shake my head saying “I couldn’t leave him. We try to spend any second we can together. I’m sorry, are you Carly or Shanna? Chris talks about his sisters so much but I can’t place your name.”
She smiles saying “Shanna. His younger sister.”
“Oh okay. Thank you.
She nods saying “How’d the two of you meet?”
“Work. Of course. There’s not really anywhere else I could’ve meet someone.”
“You’re an actor too?”
I nod and say “Yeah.”
“Are you cold? We could go in while they sort this whole thing out?”
I look towards Chris as he has Scott pinned down with knee pressed against his back.
Scott’s face doesn’t leave the patch of snow as Chris tells him to tap out
I look to their sister saying “Is this normal?”
Shanna smiles saying “Yes. When they’re around each other they get like this. They’re brothers that’s for sure haha.”
I bite at my lip saying “I really am freezing. We could go in.. I’m just anxious.”
“Why don’t you head in while I get these idiots into the house?”
She steps away before I can argue the offer
I swallow hard and walk towards the house, I so don’t want to go in alone
Scott is pulled up from the snow and pushes his brother as he looks to me as Chris brushes off the snow on his clothes
“Babe, you can head in. You look like you’re about to freeze.”
I nod to Chris and ask “Just walk in?”
“My ma doesn’t care, she has everyone just walk right in.”
I stare at the door as I push it open and enter the house. Shutting it behind me to keep all the warmth in the house
I’m first hit with voices and I slow to a stop as I attempt not to intrude
But then I quickly realize they’re talking about me
“No, this is really the first time he’s ever brought her up. He told me all about her a day ago and that she was coming for Christmas.”
“Shanna is laying into her for answers and to find out what kind of person she is. God I hope she’s not some arrogant brat.”
My eyes widen suddenly as my arms drop to my sides quickly
“God knows Chris has poor taste in women. Should be interesting to meet her. From what he’s told me she’s a bit high maintenance.”
My eyebrows shoot up at that and I huff in annoyance
“I can only hope she isn’t some privileged obnoxious child. Chris didn’t give me much, only that they didn’t want to be apart. It sounds like they’re pretty serious.”
“How close could they be if he kept her hidden from us? She’s got to be the reason he skipped literally everything for thanksgiving but the dinner. He literally rolled in here at 3 and left by 8.”
The pause in conversation leaves me frozen in the entry way as I feel like I just stepped into something I shouldn’t hear
“You think he’s fallen for a girl who will keep him from us for holidays? That’s often what happens when a son marries someone.”
“You think they’re getting married?! He hardly knows the girl. God bless her but Chris could never commit to something like that. You know the cycle, give it a few more months and they’ll have moved on.”
“He said she can be difficult, especially under pressure. Like I said super high maintenance.”
“Probably means controlling.”
Excuse me?
“If this girl is wrong for him I’ll have a conversation with him. He’s my son, he’ll listen to me. She’ll be just another ex girlfriend if we don’t like her—”
I can feel the lump in my throat growing as I reach for the door handle but it opens and I take a step back as Chris steps in
He looks to me confused as I remain hovering by the door like I wanted to bolt, his arms find their way around my sides saying “you alright?”
My shoulders tighten and wind up as my whole body tightens up, I shrug in response as I slip from his grasp
Scott shouts “Ma! Chris and y/n are here!”
Chris huffs in response to his brother
The group of people file towards us as my hands pull at the zipper sides of Chris’ jacket that’s tightly wrapped around my body
Tightening it around me
“Chris!”
He bounds for his mother, and you could tell how much he loves him mom. That’s a strong hug around her. Clearly he missed her
Maybe she was right, I didn’t think I was keeping him from his family
Suddenly I feel super out of place as their whole family hugs and speaks to each other
Slowly I slip into the background of the family as my back presses to the door, everything growing overwhelming
“My sweet boy. I’m so happy you’re here.”
Controlling.
That word wanders around my head as I feel the weight of it
High maintenance
How could she have all these opinions of me before even meeting me?
Scott pulls away from his older sister saying “y/n, meet my sister Carly… y/n?” He looks behind him not finding me
I’m practically melting through the door as Chris suddenly pulls away from the conversation him and his mother are having
“honey?”
The people in front of me, serving as I wall suddenly break into two groups and the whole Evans family turns towards me
Chris looks to me with a widening smile and walks forward, grabbing my hand and saying “Everyone, this is my girlfriend y/n. I’ll introduce you to each person in a minute. Firstly, this is my ma.”
The woman looks to me and I feel the nauseous feeling grow as I stare at her nervously
She takes a step towards me as Chris’ warm hand leaves my back
She smiles and says “I’m Lisa. It’s so great to meet you.”
My grin slips as she pulls me into a hug and I grow frustrated as she says “Chris just adores you.”
I swear there’s sarcasm coming off her words
“Love, mom. I love her.” Chris confirms as his smile falls from his lips and I’m released. I’m basically introduced around and the minute I’m free from introductions I find Scott
He’s with Carly but I grab his wrist tightly and give him the crazy eyes. He excused himself from his sister as I pull him out front
“I have to get out of here.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
My hands pull down my face as I frown and say “Your mother doesn’t know I heard what she and Carly were saying in the kitchen.”
“What we’re they saying in the kitchen?” He leans forward, practically begging for the information
“Am I controlling?”
“What? Why would you…. Oh.” He pauses as he looks inside the glass panels for a second saying “she doesn’t know you. Don’t take what she said to heart. She probably read a bad article about you.”
I shake my head as I sit down on the front steps and he follows shortly after “They lost my suitcase. I have nothing. I’m feeling insecure enough already. And I know Chris is loving every minute of this but I’m just… overwhelmed and annoyed.”
Scott nods as he rubs my shoulder, and I continue saying “He never told his mom or anyone about me. They don’t know me. Would he have ever told them about me? He basically worships your mom. But I’m not important enough to be a topic?”
“I’m sure he has good reason, bee.”
I huff in response and cover my face saying “This is going to be a long week. You have to promise me you won’t leave my side. If Chris isn’t glued to my side you have to be. Please.”
His eyes widen and he says “That’s a big job.”
I narrow my eyes to him saying “Scott.”
He smiles lightly saying “Fine deal.”
“This is going to be a long week.” We both say in sync
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Oh hi! It’s been awhile, hasn’t it! I wanted to create a Christmas story, this is only going to be a few parts, I think (don’t know yet!)
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steevbuckk · 3 months
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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 62/100
help to make the season bright by @its-tortle
[Shrunkyclunks, 20 542 words, Teen And Up Audiences]
Summary:
“ Fuck,” he proclaims out loud.
A pigeon on the sidewalk across the street flutters away.
Another voice cuts through the cold. “You okay?”
Bucky looks up to see a silhouette on the fire escape two floors above him. Clearly, he had been swearing louder than he intended to.
The figure is clearly male, and built like a fucking brick house, but the light behind him makes any other features vague and indistinguishable.
“Uh, yeah,” Bucky says dumbly. “I just- I forgot my keys.”
“I’ll let you in.”
The silhouette disappears from view.
Bucky steps forward to retrieve his groceries from the steps of the building, and has just picked up the last can of cat food when the door opens. He looks up to meet the man who saved him from hypothermia.
And what a man it is.
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make-me-imagine · 1 year
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Christmas Proposal
12 Days Of Christmas: Day 9
Plot: While preparing the house for a festive dinner, Steve decides to give you a Christmas present early.
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Gn!Reader
A/N: I know that most of the characters in this are portrayed as Jewish, or of Jewish heritage in the comics and stuff. But I don't think that means they would turn down a Christmas dinner if invited lol. Sooo, yeah.
Words: ~1.2k
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Steve watched you with a fond smile as you bustled around the house, preparing for the evening dinner. You wanted to get as much done as you could before you had to cook.
You and Steve had invited Bucky, Sam, Wanda and Vision over for Pre-Christmas dinner. Which meant the house needed to be cozy, and perfect.
"Oh!" You started as you were halfway though the room, turning around you ran back the way you came.
Steve chuckled and shook his head. When he heard you coming back, he moved to stop you, gently placing his hands on your shoulders.
"Y/n, breath."
You let out a small huff of air but smiled "I'm almost done."
"You said that two hours ago. It will be perfect. You know them, they're just gonna be grateful that you invited them over at all."
"I know I know." You said with a sigh "I just want them to feel at home."
"They always do when they're here, you're already good at that."
You smiled as you stepped forward, leaning into Steve's chest. He smiled as he gently pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
"You know what will make you feel better?"
"What?" You mumbled into his chest.
He started to gently sway you back and forth as he spoke "Some hot chocolate, and an early present."
You pulled your head away from his chest and looked up at him with piqued interest "An early present?"
He smiled and nodded "There may be one in particular I have in mind that I want you to have now."
"Can I give you one too?"
He shrugged his head a bit "Well, if you insist."
Your smile grew as you pulled away from him and began running into another part of the house. "I'll get the cocoa!" You called back.
He smiled to himself as he took a deep breath. Going to the closet, he dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out the previously hidden box wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. He wondered if the size would give away what was inside.
He had bought the ring weeks before, but wanted to wait until Christmas. Since the others would be here soon, he thought now would be a great time. Plus, he was tired of waiting.
And the way he watched you try so hard to make the house comfortable for the others, putting your love and care into every thought made his heart swell with adoration and love.
Now was the perfect time.
As the two of you finally sat down together, hot cocoa on the table, White Christmas playing on the television, you smiled at him as you held one of his presents in your hand.
"You first!" You said with a smile as you handed it to him. He sighed a breath of relief, wanting to give you yours last.
As he unwrapped his present, a feeling of nostalgia and surprise wash over him as he looked down at an old framed piece of art.
It was a now vintage piece of art, that used to hang in his mothers favorite restaurant. It was often hung at the very table they sat at when he was a child.
"Wh-how?" He stuttered out as he looked up at you.
You had a nervous smile on your face. "I was looking into art about old Brooklyn, since you mentioned how much you missed it. And this auction came up about pieces from the restaurant you had told me about. It closed down about twenty years ago, but the whole place was packed up and put into storage, and the stuff was only recently sold off."
"So it's actually from the restuarant?"
"The very same." You nodded.
He gently ran his hand over it as he smiled, looking up he met your eyes and grinned. Leaning forward, he hooked his finger under your chin and kissed you.
"Thank you Y/n, you have no idea how much this means to me."
You smiled "You're welcome Steve. I'm glad you like it."
"Buck will get a kick out of it too. My mom took us there together a few times"
You smiled brightly as he stared down at it with a happy smile. Relief washed over you as you were glad to give him something from the past he had lost.
After a few moments he set it down on the table. "Well, this just makes me want to give you my present even more."
You smiled as he adjusted his seat, moving closer to you and taking your hand in his.
"I've been holding onto this for weeks, excited and nervous to give it to you."
You suddenly felt a spike of nerves in your stomach as you saw his demeanor change. Was it a gift he was afraid you would hate? Or was it something else much more important.
You watched as Steve reached behind him before pulling out a small box wrapped in paper and twine. Your heart seemed to stop beating for a moment as your breath caught in your throat.
Remaining calm, you told yourself not to react until you were sure. It could be something else. Gently taking it, you untied the twine and tore the paper off, revealing a black box within.
"I know I tell you all the time how much I love you. But I still feel as though I can never say it or show it enough to truly prove it. I truly don't know who I would be if I had not met you. You brought something to my life that gave it more meaning than I have ever had."
You could feel your heartbeat in you throat as you opened the box, revealing a perfect ring inside. Tears slowly started to well in your eyes, as Steve brought his hand to your face, and gently stroked your cheek.
"I thought I lost so much, but you proved to me how much more I could have. I adore you, and I feel so grateful that I get to wake up to you every day. And I hope to continue to do so for the rest of my life. I love you Y/n, and I want you to marry more than you could imagine."
You smiled as a tear ran down our cheek, you shook your head "I can imagine, I can."
He smiled at you as he leaned closer and spoke softly "Will you marry me?"
You nodded fervently as you brought your hands to his face "Yes, of course I will."
You kissed him, as the two of you grinned, unable to hold back your emotions.
Pulling away, Steve took the ring out and slid it onto your finger. It fit perfectly, of course.
You studied it for a moment before you looked back up at him, and threw your arms around his neck. He let out a soft laugh as he held you close to him.
"I love you Steve." You said into his neck.
"I love you too, Y/n." He replied before squeezing you tighter "Merry Christmas."
xx End xx
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cherryblossomsmist · 3 months
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Tony has been forced into public events and appearances all day, the perils of keeping busy in the holiday season, but due to some scheduling oversight he has an entire day of outdoor events one after another. And the multiple events for different organizations and businesses and charities isn’t odd but yeah somehow his newest PA hadn’t realized he was going to be outside for various things like tree cutting, ice skating, sleigh riding, tree lighting, Christmas Market grand opening, and finally winter fire works.
And either it’s been a freezing cold snowy day or maybe it’s been a wet and rainy (but still cold) day and he powered thru it like a champ (or a man that knew if he canceled on even one of these events he was going to be labeled a Scrooge by the media). In anycase he’s chilled to the bone and Steve takes care of him that night
Maybe he and Steve had plans they cancel to get Tony warm, maybe Steve runs into him coming home and sees he needs help, maybe they are together or maybe this is the first time they snuggle up by the fire as friends and leave as something more. Maybe Steve leaps into action, eager to help, or maybe Tony’s chilled skin and pallor makes him think of the ice and he muscles thru that discomfort to help Tony.
I assume hot coco or warm cider is enjoyed, a wood fire it lit, and maybe a bath is drawn, there’s definitely soft warm sheets slid into at the end
Oh, my God, I LOVE this. Like the hurt/comfort potential is so good, and it's so Tony to like, push himself like that, even if he's miserable. And extra if you know, he really hates the cold and really feels it, partly because of his bad circulation, partly because of how when he was on the streets, the cold really got to him, and he almost died in that blizzard that lead to his getting sober, and every winter he goes back to that, wakes up with nightmares about being back there--so he's already exhausted before the whole marathon of Christmas outdoor experiences. And of course he's never actually talked about that with anyone, so no one actually knows how bad it is to him, and how it gets to him. His hands are aching and freezing through his gloves and he keeps feeling like he's freezing to death again despite the warm cashmere coat he's wearing, but he's not gonna complain, he's just not.
And Steve, who used to suffer through his own miserable winters as a boy, who for a while there was afraid he might freeze to death some winters in a tenement without heat, takes one look at him when he gets back to the mansion, tower, whatever it is, and he just knows he's miserable. Tony's so cold, he's so pale, he feels like he's half frozen, and maybe it does make him a little uncomfortable, but he still leaps into action, eager to help. Tony's ... dazed, he's a little slow from the cold, and he's clearly miserable. He responds with vague words to his worried questions, and isn't even able to effectively pretend he's okay. His hair is wet under his hat from the snow. When Steve touches his cheek, Tony can barely feel it, he can tell. Steve is Fixing This.
He makes Tony some hot cocoa (because I keep imagining Tony as a closet lover of chocolate, and Steve knows it), and he rubs on his cold hands and blows on them--if they're together, he kisses at each cold knuckle and the tips of his fingers--and rubs his hands up under his shirt, up and down his back, exclaiming over how cold Tony feels with soft concern, before he draws him a bath and gently bullies him into it, while he asks Jarvis for a heating pad for the bed like he often uses himself when he gets a little too close to the ice in his head. He massages him after, either just his shoulders and arms and hands and feet if they're not together, his whole body if they are together, and makes sure he puts on warm pajamas and a warm robe. He puts his arms around him and Tony just--leans into him, because he never expected all of this. Any of this. Tony's kind of horrified when he realizes he's nuzzling into Steve's chest, but he's so, so warm and comforting and steadying, and his warm hands are stroking Tony's shoulders, up into his hair, kneading at his muscles.
And maybe that progresses to sex, if they're together, or even if it's their first time--what better way to warm Tony up, after all, right? But Steve insists he stays bundled up while they're doing it, until Tony is actively flushed in the face, and he drinks a lot of cold water after they're done, as Steve laughs at how overheated he's gotten Tony and kisses all over his face, pressing his big warm body up against Tony, and Tony rubbing his hands up and down Steve's bare chest in between drags of ice water, while Steve rubs at the back of his neck with one hand.
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astyrial · 4 months
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for breakfast and for you steve rogers x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: making christmas breakfast word count: 2.1k warnings: light use of y/n, kissing, unedited masterlist | requests are open
    the kitchen begins to smell of chocolate chip cookies and bacon, a slight sizzling in your ear. an apron is tied around your waist and you use it liberally to wipe off your hands, flour and egg splattered across it. cooking was never your strongest suit (at least that's what tony likes to say), but baking christmas morning is something you can't be beat at.
  your hand swiftly swats the air as some smoke come up from the bacon (your mind a little preoccupied with the pancakes). setting off the smoke alarm at six in the morning was definitely not in your book of plans. your other hand gripping the handle of the pan and taking it off the heat, letting it cool down as you turn on the range hood. 
  "woah, what's going on here??" a warm and groggy voice turns your attention from the breakfast at hand. 
  when you look back, you see steve standing by the kitchen's entrance. he's shirtless, sweatpants clinging to his hips and covering part of his feet. steve's hair is all over the place, parts hanging forward and laying over his eyebrows. normally you'd be immensely embarrassed by the sight but the preoccupation of breakfast prevented any warm cheeks.
  you turn back to the stovetop and push the bacon pan to the back, stopping the bacon from cooking anymore. "breakfast, i'm trying to make breakfast for christmas. but with how many things i've been making, i completely forgot about the bacon," an exhaustive sigh leaves you as you shake your head, shoulders dropping. 
  "how long have you been up cooking?" he questions, the gravelly tone diminishing greatly as soon as he realizes you're in need of some help. 
  "like five this morning- don't say that's too early rogers," you shoot him a glare, grabbing a spatula to flip the pancake, "i know you get up early to train most mornings. but i just wanted to make the morning special for everyone instead of just ordering donuts like tony does."
  steve shakes his head, walking over to where you are in the kitchen, one hand on his hip while the other is running through his hair. you take a sharp breath in when you notice the profound muscles within his arms as he does so. with a quick turn back towards the pancakes, you can feel your little crush elevating.
  it wasn't like it wouldn't work out between the two of you. both without families, partners, and you sleep just a room away from each other. but you've never had the courage to tell him, not with how enamored he still seems to be with peggy. you couldn't compete with the ghost of his love, even with the ability to make it snow every christmas. 
  "just you being here makes the morning special, you know that," steve starts, his eyes looking you even if you can't bring yourself to make eye contact, "just, let me help you. i'm awake anyway, so let me flip the pancakes. i make a killer pancake, ask anyone here, besides tony."
  you bite your lip, taking in a deep breath, "yeah sure, but if you burn them, i'm throwing your gift away!"
  "i feel like that's a very extreme punishment, but the chef does as the chef wants," steve nods, a crooked smile on his face as he grabs the spatula from your hand. 
  for a second, your hands touch. a feeling of electricity runs between the two of you, a light shock in your finger. he quickly grabs the spatula and uses his right hand to scratch the back of his neck, a clear dusting of pink on his face. you turn away as well to ease the situation back to a playful conversation. 
  the slight burnt of bacon quickly becomes replaced by a dozen sugar cookies coming out of the oven. its sweet aroma immediately garner's steve's attention, his hand reaching out for one of the sweets. before you can even register that you'll be down a cookie, steve is already taking a bite out of it, a smile on his face.
  "oh you ass!" 
  "i can't help that you just left these sitting out!"
  your mouth hangs open for a second, not quite knowing what to say. instead, you take some of the powered sugar you were planning on using for the icing and throw some at him. it's something you never thought you would do, just throw powdered sugar at someone. but the instant look of surprise on his face surpasses any resentments you would've had.
  however, the sugar donning his face doesn't cover the mischievous glint in his eyes. you widen your eyes in slight fear before taking a step back, "don't do anything stupid rogers! i'm telling you!"
  steve takes a couple of steps towards you and out of instinct and training, your hand shoots out from in front of you. a slick sheet of ice forms on the kitchen's flooring. however, it takes steve much longer than a few seconds for him to notice, his feet slipping against the ice. he slips forward, accidentally bringing you down with him.
  he spins around mid fall to protect you from the marble flooring that tony 'just had to have'. his back hits the ground as you fall on top of him, your eyes closed in anticipation of the floor. 
  "mmh maybe i shouldn't have done anything stupid."
  the pain in his voice rings through your ears as you finally open your eyes, a winced look on his face. an expression of genuine worry crosses your face, a frown crossing your lips, your eyebrows arching in concern. "ooh steve, i'm so sorry, i don't know why i did that. sometimes this ice thing is awful."
  his eyes immediately open, searching yours. you couldn't quite tell what it was, but the words that quickly followed from his lips were confirmation, "your power, your gift, is beautiful. i mean, slippery, and if i didn't have the super serum i could've really hurt myself. but it's really wonderful, y/n."
  "you flatter me, steve."
  "so it's steve now?" he questions, his frown exchanging for a small smile. 
  you shrug, your heart rate picking up. his smile always seems to do that to you. the little fluttering of your breath, like you can't quite catch it when his eyes meet yours. like how could someone of his stature and appearance look at you with such intensity. yet when it all stabilizes, you can't help but wonder if all he sees is peggy.
  "um- steve.. i think one of the pancakes might be burning," you nearly whisper, your voice timid and quiet as you feel his hand on your lower back. 
  "oh, right. yeah, the pancake is probably burning at this point, we should get up now," he nods ever so slightly. his lips returning back to that of a short and what seems to be a disappointing frown. 
  he helps you up first before pulling himself up by the edge of the counter. instead of talking anymore, the two of you begin to busy yourselves with finishing up the breakfast. you finish cookies and set them aside for when the others finally wake up. while steve finishes the pancakes and sets them in the oven on a warming setting so they don't cool. 
  you start to pipe the cookies so that they have little designs of ornaments and stockings. some have more intricate designs than others, some with names on them. you blow a piece of hair back from your eyes as you finish another one, unwilling to get icing in it. despite your fixation on finishing the cookies, steve is sitting there, not quite knowing what to do next. 
  when he notices the slight annoyance on your face, he walks over to the countertop that you're standing by, "you need help, it seems to be annoying you."
  you look up at him and nod, biting your lip, "thanks."
  "absolutely," he brings his hand up, pushing back the stray hair so that it's intertwining with the rest of it, resisting gravity's wrath.
  when his fingers brush against your ear, it sends a shock throughout your body. when steve's thumb reaches your cheekbone, he rests it against your cheek. a smile suddenly can't escape your lips as you meet his eyes. his soft blue, forget-me-not eyes. something in you pushes you towards him, like he's the sun and his gravitational pull is effecting your path.
  despite all of your worries and fears of telling him your feelings, he begins to lean in, his eyes darting between your lips and the glimmer within your own. steve starts to bring his other hand to rest on your hip as he closes his eyes. you lean forward, hand still clutching the icing bag. 
  "merry christmas!" 
  you hurriedly pull back from steve, the abrupt noise making you clench your hand, icing flooding a couple of cookies. you look between him and the maker of the noise, taking in a deep breath to steady your racing heart. "tony! good morning, merry christmas! i was just finishing up breakfast with rogers."
  steve brings a hand up, scratching the back of his neck, his nose scrunching, "merry christmas tony. pancakes are in the oven..."
  tony walks over to the two of you, bruce following not too long after. he grabs one of the chocolate cookies, giving you a short compliment, commenting that steve couldn't have had anything to do with it. you take a peek over at steve, like you couldn't wait for everyone to leave the room so that you could pull him in once more. 
  steve is looking back at you with more intensity than you've ever seen before. a longing in his expression as he tries to respond to tony's comments without seeming distracted. "i didn't actually make anything, but i did flip the pancakes, if that counts for anything," he turns to bruce and tony.
  "well it all looks great, y/n, we appreciate the help. just once question, why is there ice on the ground?" bruce questions looking between you and steve, "and why is there flour all over steve?"
  "powdered sugar. it's actually powdered sugar," you try to hide a smile as you bring a hand up to hide the sides of your lips upturning. 
  steve shakes his head, resting his hands on his hips, "they threw it at me like it was nothing. the ice was just another relentless prank that seemingly doesn't stop. probably broke my hundred year old back with that."
  "oh you ass! don't try to act like i killed you!" you swat his shoulder with your hand, shaking your head at the others. 
  tony, suddenly seeing the chemistry between the two of you, immediately tries to lead bruce to the christmas tree. he grabs a couple of cookies on his way out, shrugging his shoulders as you point your finger at him. they were meant for when everyone was awake. yet he seemed to ignore the rule in exchange for leaving the two of you alone. 
  when they finally leave the room, you look over at steve. your breath flutters like every other time you've seen him. yet there's something different this time. something so unforgettable that you take a step towards him, not even thinking about it. 
  "steve.. thank you for this morning, it's the best one i've had in a long time," you lean forward, kissing his cheek, the adrenaline pushing you enough to at least do that. 
  you turn your head away to attempt to forget it ever happened, the anxious sprout in your mind flourishing with the idea of that he isn't thinking right that he probably hit his head on the ice and won't even remember this ever happening. however, his hand reaches forward, his calloused thumb running against your cheekbone.
  "don't leave me wanting more doll," doll, the only time he has ever called you that. 
  and with a request like that, you couldn't help yourself. you turn back to look at him and lean forward. his lips are somewhat chapped and rugged as they connect with yours, the slight stubble on his chin tickling you. they taste a little sweet from the spots of powdered sugar still lingering. your hand grips the back of his neck as his hand rests on the small of your back.
  he kisses you like he's been wanting to for forever, like he's been deprived of your love for as long as he's lived. steve pulls back, breathing heavily. you purse your lips, your heart nearly doubling over in nervousness. he leans his forehead against yours and smiles, "thank you, for breakfast.. and definitely for that."
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🎄Afternoon Cuddles
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader
Summary: Steve comes back home from a mission and you decide to spend the afternoon cuddling.
Word Count: 500
A/N: Hey everyone! This is part of my Fluffcember and I hope you like this! 💖This prompt reminds me of a Chris Evans fic I wrote this year. Click here if you want to check it out as well.
Divider made my @saradika.
Prompt 7: Cuddles, kisses, hot chocolate
(prompt from @buckys-wintersoldier)
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Steve has been on a mission for three weeks and that day he finally came home. It was his last mission for the year. Steve made sure he didn’t have to go there anymore so he could spend Christmas season with you. Steve called you the day before and told you that he was on his way home. You missed Steve very much and you are so happy to have him back home. While Steve was away you decorated the apartment with some Christmas decorations and when Steve called you yesterday you made sure you had everything at home for dinner.
While you waited for Steve to come home, you prepared dinner and also cleaned the apartment a little. You were in the kitchen when you heard the key turn in the door. A smile immediately spread across your face.
“Sweetheart, I’m home.” Steve called quietly. With a smile you walked to the apartment door where Steve was leaning the shield against the wall. He was still wearing his Captain America suit, which means he must have gone straight to your apartment after landing at the compound.
“Hey, Stevie.” That’s what you said as you saw him standing there and Steve smiled back. You ran to him and jumped into his arms. Steve chuckled but then hugged you tightly.
“I missed you too.” Steve sighed and kissed your forehead. After a while you broke the hug. You looked up to him, Steve cupped your face and kissed you softly and then you smiled at each other.
“I love you so much sweetheart.”
“I love you too.” You said back softly. Steve took your hand and looked around the apartment, noticing the decorations. You saw Steve’s gaze soften as he looked around.
“Do you like it?” Steve looked back at you and squeezed your hand.
“I love it.” You giggled.
“Wait, how was the mission?” You asked Steve after a while.
“It went well, but I’m really exhausted.”
“Oh, Steve. Would you like to take a quick shower and change into some comfortable clothes so we can cuddle before dinner?” You suggested and he nodded.
“Yeah, that sounds really good.” Steve said and you gave him a kiss on the cheek. While Steve went to shower, you made hot chocolate for both of you. You carried them into your bedroom and placed them on the bedside table. Then you sat down in bed, put the blanket around yourself and waited for Steve. After a while you heard the water stop and a few minutes later Steve entered the room in comfortable clothes. Steve sat down next to you, and you reached for a cup of hot chocolate.
“For you.” You said when you gave it to him.
“Thanks honey.” You and Steve took a few sips and then cuddled. He held you close and slowly rubbed your back. You both missed this so much and were so happy to be together again.
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Underneath the Tree
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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 
Warnings: Lightly smutty! Minors DNI! Angst and romance mostly
Work count: 1.4k 
Summary: Dating Captain America during Christmas time certainly has its cons, but Steve is always there to make it up to you
a/n: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR SOME OOEY GOOEY HOLIDAY FICS??? I'm so excited for you to read this one. My first time writing Cap! Lots of Christmas fluff! Reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! Love you all <3
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There’s a certain amount of Christmas Spirit that is expected from Captain America, that became clear the first year of dating Steve. Tree lighting ceremonies, Christmas parades, children’s hospital visits, charity galas, Christmas parties all across the country. 
Christmas had become a marathon month where you saw less of your boyfriend in person and more of him in glossy PR images. You couldn’t go with him given your full time job. Everybody got a piece of your boyfriend but you. This year you were hoping it would be different, but here you were. decorating the tree by yourself. Partially out of an empty boredom and partially from loneliness that comes this time of year. 
It was nearly midnight when you heard the lock of your apartment click, followed by the clattering chaos of Steve coming in. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, fighting against the noise from entering his bag of presents as well as his shield. 
“Oh, you uh, you already got the tree decorated?” Steve asked, clearly disappointed. You had resisted decorating it for nearly a month. Steve and Bucky chopped down real trees after thanksgiving and it filled the apartment with a wonderful pine scent. You two put the lights on right away, bright multi-colored bulbs that made the room glow yellow, red and blue. But putting up the ornaments was something Steve had wanted to do together. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be together much during the Christmas season. 
So it stood tall and empty in your living room. A gloomy reminder of your lonesomeness most nights. He had promised you two would decorate it before Christmas, but that deadline was fast approaching. 
He had lifted the huge sack of presents over his shoulder. You wanted to laugh seeing him in his Captain America get up, with a Santa hat and presents over his shoulder. He looked adorable but exhausted.  He placed the gifts under the tree and took off his helmet. He ran his hand through his messy helmet hair then turned to you to give you a kiss. 
“Well, it's going to be Christmas in eight minutes. So I figured I had to at least get started.” You said dryly. He sent you a sad smile. 
“Thank you for saving the popcorn at least. It’s the best part of the tree.” He picked up the popcorn garland that he insisted on each year. A throwback to the old-fashioned decorations he loved. He had lost the argument about tinsel but popcorn garland was a mainstay. 
“You should get some sleep Sweetie. You’ve got the ABC Special tomorrow.” Even with the smile on his face, you could see how tired his eyes were. There were dark bags expertly hidden under some TV make-up. He scoffed. 
“What are you talking about? We’ve got to get this place decorated. I promised before Christmas.” He said already starting to get the garland strung up. “Any of the ornaments left? There’s room up at the top of the tree!” 
You smiled at him. Your frustrations and resentment twisted in your stomach. It was nice that he was trying. 
“I saved you the cutest one.” You handed him his personal favorite. Winter Fighter, a bootleg Bucky figure with both arms painted silver and no eyes. It made Steve laugh hysterically when he first saw it. You started to collect them, until you had a tree with nearly only ugly, knock-off Avengers merch. The red and yellow Mcdonald’s looking Metal Hero, Nordic Space Hero who had brushable blonde hair, the twisted plastic face and bulging eyes from the Commander USA ornament.
He hung the remaining ornaments with care. You really didn’t know how he still had the energy. 
“I love Christmas. I always have. For a long time I didn’t really celebrate it because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So I'd filled my calendar with all of this - stuff.  All of December I would get to see so many people and make their Christmas’s special. ” 
“Except I haven’t really been here this year, have I?” 
You shrugged, you didn’t want to fight but you didn’t want to lie either. 
“I’ve seen like thirty Christmas tree lightings this month. But this is the only one that has actually made me feel anything.” 
“Because it's so ugly and cheap?” You joked, lightly elbowing him. He doesn’t laugh, instead he grabbed your arm and brought you into him. He moved his hands to your waist. 
“Because it's ours. I hate that I’ve been away from you so much. I keep celebrating Christmas with everyone except the one person I love most.” His voice broke slightly. You could hear his sorrow. You hugged him
The two of you embraced, you felt tender and vulnerable as you swayed in the soft light of the tree. 
“This is all I wanted this year, just to be with you.” you whispered to him. He squeezed you tighter, you snuggled into his warm chest. 
“Well, I guess there’s still time to return all these...” He sighed, gesturing with his head to the gifts overflowing under the tree.
“Hey!” You grabbed his chin as he chuckled at your indignation. “Let’s not get crazy here. You still have some things to make up for.”  You kissed him again. He tilted his head and parted your lips with his tongue. He gently cupped the back of your head, his other hand going to your hip bringing you tightly against his body.  He pulled his lips away, to lean down and scoop you up in his arms.  You let out a squeal as he swept you up in his arms, placing your arms around his neck.  He brought his lips back to yours as he started to carefully make his way towards the bedroom. 
“Wait, wait!” You cried out. Steve stopped in his tracks, his head tilted to the side. 
“I thought we were making up for lost time?” 
“It’s just…the tree finally looks so good.” You said sheepishly, biting at your bottom lip. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?”
Steve beamed. He bent down to nuzzle his nose against yours. 
“Yeah Sweetheart, I think it looks great.” He spun around to place you down on the couch instead. He crawled over you, warmth radiating off of him as he boxed you into place. His lips met yours again, slowly moving against yours. His tongue teasing against your lips, asking for entrance. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him closer, you’d missed him so much. You clung to him, hitching one of your legs over his, both of your lips dancing together. 
You reveled in being surrounded by Steve for the first time in weeks. You basked in every part of him. The smell of his cologne, a cedar wood and musk, the sound of his breath hitching as you lift your hips to reach his, the roughness of his calloused hands and the gentleness of his lips. 
“I love you,” he breathed. 
You gazed into his blue eyes, filled with warmth and affection. His beautiful face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the tree. 
“I love you too Steve.” Glancing at the clock, you could see it was past midnight now. “Merry Christmas.”  He glanced over his shoulder at the clock then back down at you. You could tell what was weighing on his mind. He was the Star - Spangled Christmas Man, he had places to be in about six hours. He cracked his neck then eased back down on to his forearms over you. 
“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little sick.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Excuse me?”  He let out a few performative coughs before burying his head in your neck. He started to slowly press kiss down to the base of your throat. 
“I think I’m far too sick to even think about going out tomorrow. In fact, I think we are going to have to cancel all of my engagements, until the new year.”  He continued his kissing down from your throat to your clavicle.  
“Hmm well if it's that serious sweetheart, maybe you should just stay in bed all day tomorrow.” You suggested. You let out a happy sigh as his lips continued down to your chest. He snaked one hand down your legs, cupping your pussy and snapping your panties off. 
You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and you started to push his head further south, which he quickly obliged. 
You knew you couldn't have your boyfriend all to yourself all of the time. But you’ve been very good this year, and you deserved it.
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meidui · 12 days
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jealous!steve fic recs ❤️
Oh bother by @elcorhamletlive
At a vacation on a farm, a piglet imprints on Tony.
An Educational Experience (The Good Things Come To Those Who Wait Remix) by @valdomarx
Ults Tony has a nice day.
aka Tony talks Steve through sucking his cock.
Santa Claus is Coming to Town by Last_Chance_Anna
Steve and Tony throw a Christmas party, and Steve rediscovers his jealous streak when it comes to Tony. Luckily Tony knows the cure for that. Spoiler alert: It's sex.
in the storm, we stay clear by @thahiree
Steve and Tony's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. It leads to some misunderstandings and then finally some long overdue conversations.
talking sweet and looking fine by meidui
“I haven’t dated since god knows when,” Tony says with a little shake of his head, almost self-deprecating. “This is one of Hill’s friends, actually. A civilian, not caught up with all this. I didn’t know she had those, to be honest.”
“Right,” Steve says, like this isn’t the softest, most unwitting way Tony has ever broken his heart.
you are the reason by @avengersnewb
Steve and Tony are seeing each other in secret. An unfortunate encounter with Tiberius Stone, just as Steve decides to talk to Tony and define their relationship, makes things complicated.
I Always Turn To You by @kandisheek
The Avengers are all hanging out drunk in the common room when Clint suggests playing fuck, marry, kill. Everyone chooses Steve to marry and while it is flattering Steve doesn't really care until Tony says he'd marry Bruce instead. He's not sure why that irks him so much.
Dirty Boss by silentinhill
Mr. Stark couldn't help himself.
Everybody Wonders (What It Would Be Like to Love You) by @soldiersshield
“...Is that what this is about?” He asks slowly. Steve blanches.
“Oh my god. It is.” Tony has no right looking as giddy as he does. “Steven Grant Rogers, are you jealous?”
Nobody Panic, Everything's Fine by @intelligentbees
Steve doesn't get jealous. He doesn't. Honestly.
It's just...well- Tony's been spending an awful lot of time with a new employee. Who's smarter than him. And funnier. And more interesting and generally a better match for Tony than he ever would be.
But he's not jealous. Honestly.
Poster Child Redux: Steve's POV by @sabrecmc
Tony likes the new Captain America poster. A LOT.
Steve likes Tony. A LOT.
These two boys need to stop thinking about it and get together.
Stop Flirting With My Tony by jinxedtiger
Steve accepts the fact that his boyfriend of a few months is famous, popular, etc. They announced their relationship forever ago but noooooo. Everyone still flirts with the billionaire.
Steve's patience is running thin and Tony's trying so hard not to laugh at the poor guy. (he'll have to resort to other methods to remind the soldier just how much he loves him)
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Holiday Blues - S.Rogers
Summary - Steve Rogers loves the holiday season, going all out with baking cookies, blasting holiday music and watching a constant stream of holiday movies. Y/N, his floormate and teammate, never celebrated the holidays and he wanted to know why. It takes her time but she finally opens up to him after an impromptu sparring session at midnight.
Word Count - 2117
Author's note - Welcome to Day 8 of my 25 days of fics! This is getting uploaded later than I usually do because it was not written in advance. School has been crazy with the end of the semester coming next week so I have been very busy. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings - Hydra, mentions of torture and brainwashing, Steve is a very patient man, not proofread, vulgar language, use of Y/N, Female Reader, (let me know if I missed any!)
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As she got older and the world became an increasingly worse place, it was hard to get into the Christmas spirit. She had seen most of the horrors of the world, alien invasions? Check, more than once. Half the world disappearing? Check. Meeting 2 men that were born during World War I? Check and check. She herself was much older than most people assumed, she was born during the late 20s so she knew how the two men felt.
However, only one of them embraced the holiday spirit and that was Steve. Steve who had probably seen worse than most of them, other than Bucky and Nat of course. Steve who was used as propaganda during the war. Steve who was ‘America’s Golden Boy’. Steve who was Captain America. A majority of the world never thought of Captain America as Steve Rogers, no, they thought of a strong man who had been a world protector starting with the second world war. Sure he was frozen for nearly 80 years but that didn’t matter to them, what mattered was the image America attached to him.
Y/N, who was a bit younger than Steve, still understood him better than most. She knew what it was like to be used for the ‘betterment’ of society. She knew what it was like for nobody to truly see the person she was. She knew what it was like to be frozen in time for decades and wake up confused and lost in a world filled with all this new kind of technology. She knew and Steve understood that. He understood that they went through similar things in their lives. He understood what she felt deep down but never let it show. 
Speaking of the horrors she had faced, well there was more than just alien invasions. She had faced escaping from Hydra, who was thought to be dormant. She had to face constant brain washing and memory wiping because no matter how often it was done, there was still a little piece of her inside that was fighting. That little piece was fighting for everything it had which wasn’t a lot. She was poor, her parents had died and her sister had moved to another state with her husband. She was left alone and Hydra saw this, Hydra saw a girl that was lonely and needed somebody so they became that somebody. She was manipulated into becoming a pawn in their game.
She had lost her faith in humanity long before she had woken up in the 21st century. But as she lived in this new century, she felt more out of place than she ever did. Because of this, she hadn’t felt the need to celebrate any holidays or any of her own birthdays. To her, these were miniscule things in a huge world of issues that needed to be resolved.
With living in the Avengers tower, it was quite hard to get away from holidays. Almost every inch of the tower had been decorated for the holiday season, Christmas lights and Hanukkah candles staring her in the face every time she left her room. She had even told Tony that she didn’t want her floor to be decorated but he ignored that request and her floor was decorated anyway. 
Even Bucky, who shared her floor, didn’t want the decorations up. He too could care less about the holidays after all of the horrors he had seen. The two of them brought up the point to Steve who was the other person on their floor. Tony thought it was funny to keep the three of them together and call it the glacier floor but that’s besides the point. Steve admitted he was the one who wanted the floor decorated. Bucky and Y/N knew that Steve had a particular love for holidays, no matter what kind of holiday it was.
The two couldn’t be mad at him so they ignored the decorations the best they could, ignored the constant baking the best they could and ignored the constant holiday movies and songs the best they could.
Steve, on the other hand, was trying to get the two of them excited for the holidays. He couldn’t understand why they hated holidays so much so he took to asking. Bucky was okay with the holidays but Y/N would almost disappear during them. He had asked Bucky first and all he said was he was too old to celebrate holidays to which Steve scoffed at his life-long best friend. Steve knew it was an excuse but he brushed it off since Bucky had started watching holiday movies with him and helped him with his baking.
Steve couldn’t seem to get a straight forward answer from Y/N though. It was like she hated talking about the subject of holidays all together. But Steve watched as her walls cracked a little bit and her true feeling shone through. 
“I used to love the holidays, especially when I still had my parents around and my sister. We had so many traditions that I couldn’t keep track but as I got older and my parents' health deteriorated, we stopped our traditions because they were becoming too much. After they died and my sister and her husband left the state, I was alone so I didn’t feel the need to celebrate the holidays anymore. I had nobody to celebrate them with, I guess I just never went back to celebrated after waking up,” She explained to Steve, but he knew there was more to the story. Her voice changed a lot as she spoke about why she stopped celebrating but it wavered the most when she said she stopped celebrating. He could tell she was lying to him just by her voice but she also avoiding his eye contact and was shifting from foot to foot. Those were her usual tells that she was lying.
“There’s something more that you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?” He asked her.
“There is but let’s save that for another day.” So they did save it for another day, Steve brushing it off until she looked particularly off, more than usual during the winter holiday season.
“What’s going on? You seem upset,” Steve asked her quietly one night in the kitchen. He was cleaning up after a baking disaster with Bucky, the other super soldier going off to bed after. It was just the two of them as it neared midnight, the only light being the gentle ceiling lights that hung over the island.
“Just thinking about my life back in the 30s. I couldn’t sleep so I spiraled a bit and needed to get out of my own head for a bit. Wanna head to the gym with me?” She offered him. He put the rag he was cleaning with down and followed her to the elevator so they could go to the gym.
“You wanna talk about it?” He questioned gently, not trying to pry the information out of her.
“Maybe after I get some energy out.”
So as they entered the gym after getting off of the elevator, it was quiet. He had never heard the gym so quiet before, usually music was playing or someone was in there training but it was desolate. Y/N loved coming to train at this time, enjoying the quiet and the privacy it provided. The two of them sparred for a bit, and by a bit that really means nearly 3 hours before one of them got even remotely tired. 
“You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Steve asked as they both laid on the floor of the ring, panting and sweating from their long spar session.
“I was taken by Hydra 75  years ago today and tomorrow will be 75 years of me having the serum in my body. It’s why I hate the holidays so much, they remind me of Hydra and what they did to me. Reminds me of times when I was younger and able to believe in my family’s traditions. When I was innocent and not a monster that Hydra created. When I was me,” She explained absently. She was staring at the ceiling as she talked and continued on as he spoke back.
“So Hydra took you on Christmas Eve and you got the serum on Christmas day? Why would they do that to you? You were so young!” 
“Because I was alone and sad. My parents had just died, my dad dying of cancer and my mom dying of a broken heart, my sister got married and left to some southern state with her husband. They saw that I was vulnerable and alone so they used that as their opportunity to take me. I went willingly because I thought that I was doing the right thing, they really knew how to play mind games. Then I met Bucky, he was still Bucky but he was getting tortured and brainwashed right next to me until he wasn’t Bucky anymore. I was the next in line, getting the serum hurt like a son of a bitch, I didn’t think I would live but I did. Then came my torture and brainwashing. I put up a hell of a fight, nearly 40 years until I gave up fighting.”
Steve’s heart was heavy as she talked, not knowing what to say so he just listened. “There were a few times I almost died but they never let that happen, I was a winter soldier, one of two compliant soldiers they could use and abuse however they liked. I was in and out of cryo just like Bucky, when I was in he was out and when he was out I was in, that made for the consistency that they wanted and craved. The last time they sent me on a mission with Bucky was to kill Howard and Maria. I spent so many years of my life frozen in some unclaimed territory so when I escaped right before the issue with SHIELD, I had no idea who I was or what I was doing. I had such a hard time adjusting to everything going on because the last time I was out of cryo was the 90s where technology wasn’t as advanced. That’s probably why you found me so quickly, I didn’t know how to lay low and in the shadows in this new world.”
“Come with me,” Steve said, getting up and holding out his hand for her to take. She grabbed his hand, pulling herself up and followed him. He hadn’t let go of her hand and neither did she. They left the tower, both of them in sweaty pajamas, and walked through the streets of New York City. She had no idea where Steve was taking her but she willingly followed. They finally stopped right in front of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree, brightly lit and holding the winter snow in all of the right places to make the view even more breathtaking.
“That’s beautiful, I haven’t seen this in person ever. I never realized how pretty it actually is,” She rambled about the beauty of the large evergreen. 
“I know holidays are tough and trust me I understand what it’s like to spend them alone, but you don’t have to, not anymore. You have me, Bucky and the rest of the team. We can start new traditions, just me and you and go from there. How does that sound?” Steve asked her, his eyes lit up with joy and wonder, he looked like a kid in a candy store.
“Can this be one of them? Seeing the tree at 3 in the morning on Christmas eve?” She asked innocently as she looked into his storm blue eyes.
“Of course it can. We can add a new one every year.”
She smiled a real smile for the first time since November had rolled around. The two of them enjoyed the view of the tree and the company of one another as the sun started to rise. They stood there until the sun was up and the streets were getting busy before making their way back to the tower. The two of them happy as could be, hands intertwined as they practically skipped through the tower and to the main kitchen floor where they had breakfast as a team every morning. 
Y/N was happy to be starting new traditions with someone she loved dearly, someone who cared about her but never pried her for anything that was on her mind, someone who let her take her time opening up and going to him in times of need. Someone she needed in her life.
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kalee60 · 3 months
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Here it is! My yearly stucky Christmas fic 🎄 I had the best time with this one - there is something about stucky at Christmas that just warms my heart ❤️
Title: jingle all the way
Author: kalee60
Rating: T
Word count: 7076
Tags: Alternate Universe - modern setting, shrunkyclunks, identity porn, fluff and humour, Christmas shopping, minor injury, lust at first sight, disaster Bucky, Bucky is the greatest uncle in the world, Steve always wants to help, Bucky POV, Sam Wilson as Captain America, Nomad Steve, first kiss, love at first accident
Summary: Christmas Eve, Bucky realised, was not the time to try and buy the most sought after action figure in New York City. But he’d promised his niece, and there was no way he’d let her down - he was going to deliver. Except every single store he visited, had sold out.
Then he’s injured in an accident, and a good samaritan, Steve, comes to his aid. But the last thing he expects is to spend the evening with him on a futile search for a toy. Bucky wasn’t complaining though, as Steve was the kindest, hottest and most magnetizing man on the planet, and Bucky hadn’t had so much fun in years.
As time runs out for both the toy and their adventure, Bucky knows exactly what he wants for Christmas. But the question was - does the mysterious Steve want the same?
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This also covers off @stuckybingo N1: action figure
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stevetonyweekly · 2 months
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SteveTony Weekly - Jan 14th - Week 2
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How’s everyone’s week? Did you read anything excellent? You know you can send me what you’re reading and loving, right? I read a few stories I’ve been following for a while, and LOVED them, so without further ado-- 
Frequency by sabrecmc 
Fourteen-year-old Tony Stark finds Captain America's broken radio in his father's safe and decides to repair it. It works, because of course it does, he fixed it, after all, and he gets to talk to a group of soldiers who can't share much about what they are doing, which is fine by Tony because while it is true that he is technically a student at MIT, he maybe wasn't entirely upfront about everything. This presents a problem when he develops feelings--okay, fine, a massive crush--on one of the soldiers.
Note: I love sabrec’s fic, and this was just so well done and the reason for everything made perfect sense without being immediately obvious. Lovely. 
****Six Days of Christmas by scifigrl47
Sometimes being home for the holidays is less about where you are, and more about who's with you.
Merry Christmas!
Note: I adore the dynamic that scifigrl writes between Steve and Tony. It’s so warm and domestic and full of love, even when they aren’t admitting it to each other. The pining in this was so so good--everything was soft and nothing hurts and I ate it up with a spoon. 
Hot Rod Red by FrankTheSnek 
Steve has been single since the abrupt end of his engagement 5 years ago (despite the efforts of his friends). When he accidentally stumbles across an attractive cam model online, the idea of having a virtual booty call on hand seems appealing. The only problem, Tony is far more charming than Steve would have imagined and there is more to him than a pretty smile and a nice body. Too bad all their interactions are just part of Tony's job… or are they?
Note: I really loved Steve in this. He was so sad and so horny--his characterization was great. And camboy Tony will never be old. 
Since We've No Place to Go by Carsonian
Friends with benefits Omega!Tony and Alpha!Steve confront their hidden feelings for each other when they get snowed in together.
Note: Pining and getting together. I could read that a million times and still not be over it. 
west, where you go by starvels (dinosaur) 
Tony's got a dragon to slay, a knight captain to lead into the forest and a hole to fill in his gold-veined heart.
Not necessarily in that order.
Note: I loved the world that was built here. It’s such a short fic to contain so much. And Tony’s magic matched him so perfectly. AU’s like this are so hard to meld with canon and this was perfectly done. 
Arm Candy by KandiSheek for BladeoftheNebula
When Tony off-handedly asks Steve to be his arm candy for the night, he's not expecting Steve to actually follow through.
Note: the dynamic here was so much fun and playful. 
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steevbuckk · 1 year
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FAVORITE STUCKY FICS | 18/100
Promise Me Mistletoe and Schmoopy Kissing by lambchop33
[Shrunkyclunks + Fake relationship, 29 433 words, Explicit]
Summary:
Steve Rogers just wants to get through Christmas without being browbeaten to death by Tony and his other so-called friends for not having a love life to speak of. Then he meets Bucky Barnes, the sexiest school teacher he's ever seen, and manages to get himself involved in a fake boyfriend scheme, all in the same day. Bucky assures him it's the perfect ploy to help them both avoid unwanted criticism (and set-ups) during the stressful holiday season...only problem is, this is one set-up Steve wants.
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abarbaricyalp · 3 months
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If Only In My Dreams
It's not Christmas anymore. To be fair, I had this dream on the 27th anyway Some SarahBucky Christmas chaos You can find this fic on AO3 here
It was well past two in the morning, but Sarah was nowhere near sleep. She could feel exhaustion swirling at the edges of her subconscious, but adrenaline, fear, and a fair bit of anger was keeping it at bay. It was Christmas Eve (Christmas Day now?), and instead of being at home, putting out her mama’s reindeer food with the boys and wrapping last minute gifts, they were all sequestered to the new Avengers Headquarters in DC. The building wasn’t even finished yet–there were no other heroes here–but the threat against Sam “and his family” was severe enough to land them here.
She was pretty certain the boys hadn’t realized how serious this was yet. Sam had the same voice their mama did when it came to pretending that things were fine when they were not. Sarah hadn’t inherited it. She developed her own as a parent, and she was sure the boys were slowly beginning to pick up on it the longer she used it. But they didn’t recognize Sam’s, so they believed him when he called this a ‘fun sleepover’ and a ‘secret mission’ instead. But Sarah had heard it. It had sent her heart roiling against her ribs and it hadn’t stopped since she’d answered the phone.
She hated this building. It was so industrial. There were few windows. By design, she supposed. The living quarters were small and bland. There were no colors, no soft spaces. Someone had put two beds into the same room for the boys to use. Someone–Sam or Bucky probably–had thought to grab their blankets and pillows from their rooms at home, but there were no other comforts for them.
Not that they seemed to notice. Someone–again, Sam or Bucky–had converted a meeting room into a movie theater with every other set of bedding in the compound, she thought, laid out on the floor to make a huge movie pit. They’d had full run of the place for the last few days and had charmed all of the extra security that had been assigned to Sam for this threat.
Sam stayed near her and Bucky stayed near the boys, which meant they were all usually in the same room. For the boys, she imagined this did feel almost completely right. All the important people were around them. They were baking and watching movies and concocting ridiculous games with indecipherable rules. 
Sarah, though, knew that tomorrow there’d be no presents, no tree, no reindeer prints on the front porch. The stockings were left over the fireplace, along with the CDs that always played all morning. There’d be no Christmas service and no community party afterwards. She knew it was ridiculous to worry about things like that when there was real danger, but it was Christmas. The boys deserved those things.
Behind her, someone pointedly knocked their knuckles on the doorframe and then came into the kitchen. Sarah looked up from the sugar cookie she was decorating and found Barnes making his way along the perimeter of the space, clearly counting cabinets as he went. He was barely dressed down for bed, in a t-shirt and athletic shorts, rather than the half-done gear he’d been wearing during the day. She imagined he only wasn’t fully done up because he was entertaining the boys, rather than standing sentinel. Still, he looked terribly real like this. It brought some of the comfort of home to this sterile place. She’d woken many mornings to find him halfway through cooking breakfast in an outfit very similar to this. Usually he was barefoot at home, but the even the sneakers he wore now weren’t his typical ready-to-go-boots. 
He finally stopped in front of a cabinet and opened it to reveal rows of blank white mugs. He took down one of a handful that didn’t match–a huge blue thing with the Captain America shield on it–and then set about getting an electric kettle going and tearing open a hot chocolate packet.
“Sam said you were practically nocturnal, but I didn’t believe him ‘cause you sleep like the dead at my house,” Sarah greeted as she went back to the cookie she was decorating.
Bucky snorted. “Sam only says that ‘cause I’m better at napping than him. Sorry to bother you. I didn’t know you were up too. I mean, I thought you might be when the door was open but…”
The kettle turned on and Bucky came to sit in the chair next to the one Sarah was sitting in at the head of the table. In front of her, four pans of sugar cookies sat with various degrees of decorating completion done on them. Most of them were simple. Stars and trees and stockings. But Sarah had created royal icing and found, of all things, a piping set. The decorations were elaborate and lovely. Also kind of boring to do over and over again. She kept jumping to the next shape to keep her mind and hands occupied.
“These are like the videos Sam’s always watching online. This is great. I didn’t know you could do this,” Bucky complimented. He reached out for a Santa hat and traced the seams of the icing colors.
“My college roommate was a baker,” Sarah explained. She’d had to take a deep breath, center herself back to someone pleasant and accommodating, rather than scared and scatterbrained and feeling particularly solitary. Bucky, of all people, would understand, but Sarah still wouldn’t take the risk, wouldn’t put all of that one the man trying to keep them safe. “I spent a lot of time helping her decorate. She’s got a whole confectionary shop in New Orleans now. It’s amazing. The best beignets I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah, Sam said you knew what you were talking about when it came to sweets. I couldn’t just bake my way out of the doghouse.”
Sarah chuckled softly. “Now I can say, Sam only said that ‘cause you can absolutely bake your way out of his doghouse. Boy’s got about 32 sweet tooths.”
“Yeah, I noticed that in his coffee order,” Bucky agreed. He fell quiet again, watching her studiously.
Barnes was something else. From what she’d seen of him, there was nothing to complain about. He was helpful and kind, fiercely loyal and protective. The boys, Sam included, had taken a shine to him that probably would never tarnish. He was handsome and charming in a way that made her stomach get kind of swoopy sometimes like it hadn’t in a while. And she wasn’t blind. She had seen him trip over all his suaveness in an attempt to impress her too. She’d seen him blush when she caught him staring. And she caught him quite a lot. His stare was easy to feel on her.
At the same time, she knew about his history. Sam had told her quite a bit and then Bucky had sat her down as well, before he’d moved to Louisiana himself. The conversation had taken days as he recounted terrible things that he’d done and that had been done to him. She’d read what she could, tried to remember all those news stories from 2014, but she’d mostly been so angry and worried about Sam at the time that she hadn’t paid much attention to the other actors in the whole spectacle.
She tried to find the threads connecting that man to the one beside her now. It was something she did often. But they were expertly tucked into seams and embroidered over. No more puppet strings. No more leashes. Just the foundation strands he’d built upon.
“I’m sorry about all this,” he said suddenly.
Sarah glanced up at him from where she was dotting lights onto a tree. “Did you call in the threat?” she humored.
Bucky ducked his head and then shook it. “Nah, I just mean taking you away from home and all. These things happen all the time.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
Bucky blushed deeply. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just mean…I don’t want you to worry. You’re safe here. We’ll get this taken care of.”
“I know,” she said and let her own doubt into her voice. She finished the lights on the cookie and then looked at him again. “Why are you here? Why aren’t you part of the team trynna find the guy threatening Sam?”
Bucky looked surprised for a moment. “Sam wanted me here. He gets antsy when I have the chance to make a bad decision. There was this woman a few weeks ago who–” He clicked his teeth together with an audible snap and glanced at her apologetically, though he hadn’t gotten to the bad part yet. “Uh, well, anyway. I just don’t like people messing with him. Or any of you guys. And with the kids and you here, we thought it was best if we both stayed.” He was quiet for another second and then added, “I am helping. Going through the data. Directing teams.”
“Strike Team Winter Soldier?” Sarah teased softly.
“Ha! That would be a great name for a team. You’re a natural at this. Let me see about getting you a job with us.” He smiled his dazzling smile and Sarah had to look back to the cookies she was decorating.
It was different than the way the butcher down on Main would wink at her as he air-boxed with Cass and complimented her outfit, no matter how messy she was. Different than Carlos’ shameless flirting when he wanted some free fish. Something about the way Bucky smiled at her, like the way he looked at her, warmed her straight down to the soul. There was no pretense, no hiding, no airs.
Which was to say nothing of the way he hugged her too. The world could stop spinning during those hugs.
Even just his presence in this ridiculous cutting-edge, bland, silver kitchen had warmed the space more than the oven running for hours as she baked.
Just for now, she was going to put away the fear and anger and worry. She was going to set aside all the things they weren’t getting this year. She wasn’t going to think about her house and its lights and the tree in the window. She was just going to enjoy a few minutes with a handsome man who liked her so blatantly it made her go lightheaded.
“Nah, I couldn’t work with you,” she said flippantly, even as her stomach somersaulted. “You’d be too distracting.”
“Oh, would I?” Bucky asked and raised an eyebrow. He scooted his chair closer in some slick move that meant his hands never left the table as he moved them closer to hers. His long fingers trailed over hers until he could coax the icing bag from her grip, and then he pressed her open palm to his, held his other hand over hers. “How could I possibly be that distracting?”
Sarah turned her hand over between his and traced the inside of his wrist. His metal hand was beneath hers, so his pulse fluttered against her touch now. Nothing, other than a hitch in the base of his neck, gave away the tripping of his pulse. He kept his face smooth and amused and endeared.
“Well, take tonight for example,” she said. He hummed encouragingly. “I was here, working away, and you showed up and literally took things out of my hands.”
“Oh, well, in that case,” he apologized dramatically and made as if he was going to get up.
Sarah curled her fingers around his wrist to keep him still. His pulse jumped again as he settled back into the seat. “And I think you’d be very serious at work.” He tilted his head at her. “So I might spend a lot of time trying to make you smile.”
A small, shy smile came out then, like it was summoned. “And why would you do that?”
“I like your smile,” she admitted. “I think you should do it more often.”
“Even at work?” Bucky asked. “That’s hardly fair, Ms. Wilson. I like your smile too but I don’t think you do it at work very often either.”
“Well, maybe you’d need to figure out how to make me smile too,” she suggested.
“So we’d both be distracted.”
Sarah inclined her head now. “Maybe we would. So it would be a terrible idea for me to work with you.”
Bucky’s pulse, which had leveled out at a steady gallop, surged beneath her fingers. “I don’t mind being distracted. Not if it’s you distracting me.”
Of all the corny lines Sarah had ever heard, there was something about the sincerity in Barnes’ voice that made that one one of the best. “Maybe I don’t like being distracted.”
“It wouldn’t actually be a problem,” Bucky promised. “See, if you’re worried that you’ll be too busy thinking about how to make me smile, all you gotta do is come into my eyesight. I’ll smile right away for you.”
“Well, now,” Sarah said, refusing to let all of the emotions trying to make her lovesick win out, “that makes its own problem.”
“Oh, what is it now?” Bucky moaned dramatically.
Sarah stifled a laugh against her shoulder. She pressed the pads of her fingers closer to his skin, traced along the pale blue vein on his forearm to his elbow. He moved closer like she was reeling him in. “If you smiled too much around me, then I’d want you to do something else too.”
“Yeah?” Bucky asked. “Name it. I’ll do it. Anything to keep you distraction free.”
“No, this would be a pretty big distraction,” she said. Bucky, several steps ahead of her, was also swaying in towards her. She took another moment to enjoy the warmth of his arm before she pulled away entirely, leaning back in her chair and bringing her hand with her. Bucky deflated as soon as she wasn’t touching him. “So I wouldn't be able to work with you.”
Even pouting, he still looked smitten. “Ma’am, you were just the distracting one.”
Sarah laughed and shook her head. “Another reason to keep us apart during the work day. Case-in-point, your kettle’s been done for at least five minutes.”
Bucky startled a little, glancing over his shoulder at the electrical kettle, which had switched to its ‘warm’ setting and was condensating on the inside. “You want some chocolate?” he asked as he stood.
Because she was still not thinking about how terrible these few days were, she said yes and pointed to a Wilson Family Seafood mug in the cupboard. He made the hot chocolates in record time and came to sit knee-to-knee with her again.
“How did you possibly extricate yourself from the cuddle puddle the boys had you in?” she asked as she waited for her drink to cool down.
“Have I mentioned I’m an expert spy?” Bucky asked with a teasing grin. “I can get outta most places without being noticed.”
“Nah, I saw the way AJ was clinging onto your arm. I’m surprised you didn’t just take it off and leave him with it.”
Bucky laughed with his head thrown back. Sarah’s whole core warmed, from her stomach to her chest. “Now, why can’t I ever think of doing something like that?”
“Work smarter not harder, Barnes.”
Bucky grinned and drank his hot chocolate because apparently being a super soldier gave him super heat resistance. “Well, I have to admit, I didn’t come straight out here,” he confessed. “There were a few things I wanted to do first. Could I show you? It’s just in the common room.”
Sarah couldn’t imagine anything that Bucky had needed to do in the common room would have any bearing on her, except maybe if he’d actually fixed the TV so the boys didn’t have full control of the one working one in the compound. But she picked up the mug of hot chocolate and followed after him.
The common room was bathed in a warm light from the one lamp in the corner. The overhead fluorescents were off. And there Christmas lights tacked up to the wall. It transformed the entire space from something cold and foreign to a warm welcome. Beneath the lights, there were a pile of gifts.
“Are those…” Sarah started to ask, though she knew the answer. She knew what wrapping paper she’d bought for this year. She knew the sizes of the boxes.
Bucky shifted a little nervously next to her. “Yeah. When I went back to secure the house, I found them. I figured you’d want them.”
The stack looked more like a mirage, a dream, than something real. She kept expecting them to disappear when she blinked. Suddenly, all the roiling emotions that had kept her company for the past several days turned over onto their heads. She was almost so happy and grateful that it was starting to circle back around to tears.
“I, uh, had to wrap a few. I’m really not any good at it. But hopefully the kids won’t even notice,” he continued to explain in embarrassed little starts and stops when she didn’t immediately respond. “You shoulda seen the guys making fun of me on the ride back. Taped my thumb down at one point.”
Sarah reached for his hand quickly, curled her fingers around his and tugged him close to hug him tightly. “You did this for them?”
Bucky didn’t hesitate to hug her back. He held her tighter when she started to shake with emotion and rubbed her back in soothing, grounding motions. His cheek rested on the crown of her head. “Of course I did. For you too, Sarah. You’ve gotta know it was for you too.”
She pressed her face to his neck and collarbone, took in a deep breath of his clean, sharp smell beneath generic laundry detergent.  “Thank you,” she breathed and squeezed her eyes shut.
“You don’t gotta thank me for anything. This is still part of the apology. You should be at home. I just wanted to bring a little bit of home back for you.”
Sarah was still too overcome to say anything, so she just held him tighter. It wasn’t until his palm found its way to her cheek that she finally lifted her face to look at him again. In the dim lights, his blue eyes were practically sparkling, like he was some kind of Christmas card come to life.
“Hey, I got you something too. Figured it’s already Christmas, right?” He pulled a light colored jewelry box from the coffee table beside them and offered it to her. “I don’t know what makes this artisan jewelry, but I’m pretty sure these are the charms you wanted.”
The necklace had a sunflower and a butterfly charm hung on it, with a dainty stone bead between them. They were, in fact, two of the charms that she’d mentioned passingly when the catalog had come in the mail months ago. There was also a ring in the box with three hearts–one big and two little–tumbling across the band.
“Bucky,” she started to say, looking up at him. “This is–”
His hand was on her cheek again–he really did have the longest fingers she’d ever seen–and suddenly they were falling together. She’d never have really thought about the scant inches of difference between her and Bucky’s height, but now, as he dipped his face towards hers and she felt the girlish need to tiptoe up, it was all she could think about.
Bucky was as good at kissing as he was at hugging. His mouth was softer than she had imagined it would be. Not that she did a lot of imagining about Bucky’s mouth, of course. He also leaned into her like he wanted to become the thing that kept her upright, held her face preciously, swooped his thumb over her cheekbone. It all made her lightheaded. She had to place her hands on his chest to stay standing. Otherwise she might just pitch right into him and melt between his ribs.
Somehow, a stuttered breath escaped her lips and Bucky pulled back just enough to brush their noses together. Still, she could see his wide eyes and worried expression.
“Sorry, I forget I don’t have to breathe the same–”
Sarah leaned up to kiss him quiet. He made a pleased, shocked little noise into her mouth, but easily kissed her again. “I was right,” she said when she was sure he wasn’t going to argue again. “You are distracting.”
Bucky grinned and shook his head, dark hair falling into his face. “No, I was right. You’re the distracting one. I don’t know how I’m gonna do anything else again now that I know what that feels like.”
“You better figure it out, ‘cause I need you to put this necklace on.”
Bucky preened and jolted into action, taking the box from her hands and freeing the necklace. He offered the ring out without trying to put it on her finger for her. Then he brushed aside her braids, trailed his fingers over her bare neck, leaned down to kiss some number of her vertebrae reverently, making goosebumps erupt over her skin and a heavy flush follow after his lips. He pulled away after a moment, when her fingers had found his wrist again, and he carefully clipped the necklace in place. He smoothed the chain down over her collarbones, to the top of her sternum before remembering his manners and going no further.
“It suits you,” he said when she turned to face him again, eyes bright. He brushed his thumb over the chain where it sat against the curve of her neck, his hand resting high up on her shoulder, ready to go to her cheek again, pull her close once more, kiss her senseless all over again.
She reached up to touch the charms gently and smiled shyly. “Thank you, Bucky,” she said softly. “This means so much. Especially now.”
“You deserve the world, Sarah,” Bucky said earnestly, shifting his hand just enough to brush his thumb over her cheek. He took a half step closer to her. “Every happiness and beautiful things and joyful Christmases.”
Sarah finished crossing the distance between them and draped her arms around his neck. “Well, superhero, you might’ve just managed to save this one.”
“I dunno what you’re talking about, Ms. Wilson,” he teased, leaning down until his mouth was almost against hers. “This is the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.”
“How’re you gonna beat it next year?” she wondered, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of his body against hers.
“Oh, you want me around next year too, huh? Already got plans?”
“So many plans, Barnes.”
He hugged his arms around her waist and nodded. “I’m all yours,” he promised.
And they kissed again.
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sierranovembr · 3 months
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I had a lot of fun with the fandom calendar from @welcometololaland this year. It's been a crazy month with a surprise overseas trip, so I wasn't nearly able to hit every day.
Day 1 having let go forever the fallacy of ever being alone (16306 words) by gyzym @gyzym I completely adore this Arthur/Eames fic - the perfect conclusion to one of my favorite series of all time.
Day 2 When I think about you (WIP) by clottedcreamfudge @clottedcreamfudge I have absolutely fallen into the RWRB fandom in the last few months and this fic is both a delight and feeding my current playlist.
Day 3 You Make Every Day Feel Like It’s Christmas (25149 words) by allmylovesatonce @three-drink-amy Charming Christmas story with that pinch of angst that makes the happy ending perfectly sweet.
Day 4 Tony holding the helmet Steve and Tony on a date My cute magician boyfriend
Day 5 The Royal Wedding (51577 words) by DracoWillHearAboutThis @dracowillhearaboutthis This is actually the sequel to the book in my mind.
Day 6 A Stork Beneath London Bridge (7583 words) by MarvelMerlin A hopeful, heartwarming look at Henry's family and Alex's place in it through loss and new life.
Day 7 Captain America Convention (1013 words) by ashes0909 @ashes0909 Tony is prickly. Bucky is awkward. And they were so cute.
Day 11 TZP for Only Natural Diamonds Barbie Outfits RWRB Movie: They still love you RWRB Movie: I need to talk to Henry RWRB Movie: Smiling into a kiss
Day 12 Ping (2260 words) by Sineala @sineala Fun little ficlet that reminds me how great 616 Stony can be.
Day 14 This Hell of a Season (21,336 words) by chamel @cha-melodius The Christmas sequel to the phenomenal firstprince spy fic Nova, Baby (my first RWRB bookmark). So happy to see more of these two.
Day 15 The Tea Shop on Verbena Street (75,160 words) by stutteringpeach Fantastic characters and magical setting, this was utterly delightful.
Day 21 (this will be) enough (1126 words) by claremontdiaz Sweet pining Henry set during the book's story.
Day 24 All Those Christmas Clichés (7500 words) by kiwiana @kiwiana-writes Lovely triple drabbles hitting all the best Christmas tropes for firstprince.
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iamnotthere-idonotdie · 2 months
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intro post 🖤
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a little about me: 22 y/o, genderfluid/nonbinary, queer/pansexual, i accept all pronouns
interests: batman/bruce wayne (specifically battinson at the moment), the hunger games, divergent, twilight saga, once upon a time, schitt’s creek, criminal minds, the chronicles of narnia, the princess and the frog, penelope (movie), nightmare before christmas, corpse bride, marvel (specifically captain america and spider-man, those are my favorites but love all the avengers), star wars, and all things music (favorite artists include of monsters and men, phoebe bridgers, the 1975, the neighborhood, bread, and blondie)
some things you’ll see on my page: original or reblogged fanfics of any of the interests above, original spotify playlists, maybe some edits or collages, maybe some character/story moodboards, general reblogs of interests as stated above, generally not too strict about what i do here
overall i try not to take myself too seriously on here but i also have been wanting to make a blog dedicated to these things i love and post some of the story ideas i’ve gathered over time, so enjoy i guess!
thanks for tuning in 🩶
MASTERLIST
fics:
bruce wayne x reader:
adored part one, part two, part three (finished)
dream of me part one, part two, part three, part four, part five: interlude (wip)
edits/sets:
but i am the shadows
lighting design in the batman gifset
you’re part of this too
hold onto your humanity
i’m vengeance
the batman moodboard
the batman 2-year anniversary set
playlists:
bruce wayne x reader:
one, two
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cutedisneygrl · 3 months
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Home at Last
My first ever Steve Rogers fic. I also need to thank @nicoline1998enilocin for the help with the smut part. She gave me some suggestions. :)
Warning: There is smut in this part. So, if you're not 18 or older you probably shouldn't read it. So, I gave you the warning. Hope you like this.
You and Steve have been married for almost 4 years. You got married on Christmas Eve three years and they have been the best three years of you life, except for the fact that Steve is gone a lot on missions. He is Captain America and works with the Avengers to save the world. He has been gone for three months and you miss him like crazy. You are a kindergarten teacher and love your job. You got the job not long after you and Steve got married. It is your dream job. You love kids and can’t wait for the day that you and Steve will have one of your own. You smile as you look down at your little belly. You found out you were pregnant three months ago. It a few weeks after Steve left. You have not been able to tell Steve yet. You have talked to him but they have been brief conversations and it wasn’t the time to tell him, but as soon as he comes home, you plan to tell him, whenever that would be.
            It is Christmas Even and your sitting on your couch watching your favorite Christmas Movie Jack Frost as you watch you think about Steve. It is your three year anniversary and he’s not here to celebrate it with you. You miss him and long for him to come home. You look out the window and see its snowing. You watch the snow falling making the ground a blanket of white. You are so wrapped up in watching the snow and the movie playing in the background that you don’t hear the door. You jump when you hear the familiar voice.
            “Darling I’m home!”
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After getting over your shock you get up and run to Steve and wrap your arms around him.
            “Steve! Oh I missed you so much.”
Steve smiles and wraps his arms around you. He kisses your head. “I missed you too Darling.”
You pull back a little and look him.
“You have a beard again.”
            “Uh yeah, I wasn’t able to shave. I thought you liked my beard.”
            “I do.” You smile at him.
He looks you up and down and when he sees your little belly he stops. He then looks back up at you. You smile at him and nod.
            “Your pregnant?”
You nod again. “Yes.”
            “Oh my gosh!” he picks you and twirls you around.
 “Darling, why didn’t you tell me?”
            “Well you were always so busy and when we did talk it was always so brief I never got the chance and I also wanted to see your reaction when I you found out.”
            “Well I’m excited! I can’t wait for it to be running around the house.”
You laugh and smile. “Will you be home for a while or will you have to leave again?”
            “Nope. I’m all yours for a while. I want to cuddle with you and just spoil my lovely wife.” He says wrapping his arms around you and kissing you.
You smile.
            “Oh Steve.”
He looks up and sees the movie.
            “Oh your watching a Christmas movie?”
            “Yep. And did you forget what today is?”
            “Of course I didn’t forget. I don’t have a gift for you I’m sorry. I wasn’t able to get anywhere to….”
            “Sweetheart, you don’t have to get me anything. Your enough. Just having you finally home is a gift to me.”
            Steve smiles. “And you gave me the greatest gift ever!” he says reaching out and gently rubbing your belly.
            You smile again and then ask “Was the weather bad?”
            “No not really. But it is coming down pretty hard. It might get bad by tonight. Its supposed to get pretty cold tonight.”
            “I guess that means we will be cuddled up together close.” You said and smile.
            “You bet we will. Let me just put my stuff down and get a quick shower and I will join you on the couch and we can cuddle and watch Christmas movies.”
            “Sounds wonderful.”
Steve kisses you and then leaves the room. You go back and sit on the couch. You wait for Steve before you un-pause the movie. A few minutes later Steve walks back in the room
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You smile when you see him. He walks over and sits down next to you. You immediately slide closer and wrap your arm around him and lay your head on his chest. He smiles, kisses your head and wraps his arm around you.
            “I have missed this. I missed being in your arms and having you next to me.” You say looking up at him.
            “I have missed it too. You know what else I have missed?” He smiles.
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“What?”
Steve doesn’t answer he just leans down and kisses you passionately. You then know what he didn’t say. What he missed most of all, because it’s what you missed too. He continued to kiss you and deepened the kiss. He rubbed his hand up down your back. He then moved from your mouth to your neck, placing little kisses all over your neck. You giggle a little.
            “Man, I’ve missed that laugh.” He says then continues to kiss you again. Moving from your neck then pulling your shirt sleeve down a little and kissing your shoulder. His kisses feel so good, and you had almost forgotten how they felt, but you had longed for them. You wanted nothing more than to be wrapped up with him and have him inside of you. You were already starting to get a little wet and Steve had barely down anything yet, he hadn’t even touched you. You knew, you were in trouble. Steve reached for your shirt and pulled it over your head. He saw your bare chest.
            “Oh darling!” He reached up and cupped your breast slowly needing him in his hands. Then he leaned down and took one of your nipples in his mouth and gently began to lick and suck.
            “Steve…heeee.” You giggle after you say his name.
            “Tickle darling?”
            “Yes, a little, but I love it.”
Steve smiles and then moves to the other breast and does the same thing. While he is sucking your breast and reaches down and rubs you over your pj pants. He can tell even though you have pants on, that you are getting wet.
            “Wow, darling, your already getting wet. Miss me that much?” He smirks.
            “Hmmm, Steve.”
            “What do you want darling?”
            “You, I want you. I want to feel you.”
Steve smiles and stops sucking your breast and reaches for the hem of your pants.
            “Lift your bottom up.”
You do as he says and lift your bottom up and he pulls the pj pants off and they fall to the floor. He then sees you’re not wearing any underwear. You are now fully naked in front of them.
            “Wow darling, your just full of surprises tonight.”
You smile.
            “Lay back the couch.” He says.
You once again do as he says and lay back. He moves so he is over you and he reaches towards you and puts a finger over your clit and slowly begins to rub.
            “Hmmmm, oh Steve….” you moan.
            “Feel good love?” He says as he continues to rub getting a little faster.
            “Yes…. oh man…mmm.”
Steve then inserts a finger inside of you and begins to gently move it in and out.
            “Hmmmm……. oh Captain!”
Steve smiles. He always loved it when you called him that. Steve gets faster and can tell you are getting close. He pulls his finger out and then leans down and puts his lips over your clit and licks and sucks a little. “You taste so good darling.”
            “Hmmmm…. Steve….” you moan.
            “God, I love hearing you moan darling.”
            “Steve…please.”
            “Please what darling? Tell me what you want.”
            “I want you. I want to feel you.”
            “I want to feel you too darling.”
Steve was already hard and couldn’t wait to be inside of you. He stops licking your clit and sits up and removes his pants and boxers and throws them to the ground and then leans over you. You see how hard he is. Even though you and him and have done this so many times. You are a little scared. Its been a few months and you forgot how big he was.
 He lines himself up “Are you ready darling?”
You nod your head. Steve then pushes himself inside of you. “God I have missed this so much. You feel so good darling, I love how you feel with my cock inside of you.”
He begins to move slowly at first. “Steve please go faster.”
            “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
            “You won’t hurt me. Please.”
After you asked him nicely he thrust harder moving in and out.
            “Hmmmm Captain!” You moan out loudly.
            “God darling! You feel soooo good.” He moans
            “I’m….I’m…..”
            “I’ve got you darling. Let go. I’m there too.”
            “Hmmmmmm Captain!” You scream out as you let go
Steve lets go at the same time and moans out “fuuuuuuckkkkkk! Mmmmmm.” He leans his head against yours. “Wow, that was amazing darling. I have missed that so much!”
            “Me too.” You smile.
            “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Steve gets up and walks to the master bathroom and grabs a towel. He wipes himself off then grabs another towel, throwing his towel in the hamper on his way back to you. He sits down next to you and starts to wipe you gently with the towel. You smile at him.
            “I love you Steve.”
            “I love you too y/n.” He leans down and kisses you.
            “Thanks for the wonderful welcome home. I needed this after the long mission I had. I can’t wait to be able to spend some time with you. We have a while together but I will leave again.”
You smile at him. “I’m glad. I missed you so much and don’t want you to leave again.”
            “Well don’t worry darling. I’m all yours for a while. I think it will be a while before I will have to leave again. Hopefully not till after the baby is born.” He says and leans down and kisses your belly then finishes cleaning you up then throws the towel on the floor and then cuddles up next to you. You kiss him lightly and lay your head on your chest and close your eyes. You are so glad to have your Steve, Captain home.
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