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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky doesn't have any holiday traditions, but maybe he can start something new with you.
Word Count: Over 2.5k
Warnings: Slight angst, mention of trauma, pining, falling in love, slight feels (it's me), canon divergent, Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). Future fluff and smut for this couple.
A/N: This idea hit me and it wouldn't let go until I wrote it down. Set in the same AU as lumberjack!Steve, I hope to share more when I can. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
Bucky stared at the ceiling from the floor as he tried to fall asleep. Evergreen and spice lingered in his nostrils from the earlier festivities of the evening. One of the songs you sang over dinner played in a loop in his head, a beautiful melody of hope.
It didn't stop him from feeling as cold as the weather outside.
Random bouts of insomnia weren't new to him, but he couldn't put his finger on what his issue was tonight. It was a good day filled with happy moments thanks to you, the neighbor he harbored a crush on. He moved into the building around the same time as you after his pardon and someone delivered one of your packages to his door by mistake. Luckily you lived just across the hall and he made sure the box ended up in your hands.
He hadn’t expected a goddess in human form to answer the door.
“I got your box,” he said harsher than he intended to.
He half expected you to slam the door in his face for his tone. If you recognized him as the former Winter Soldier, you kept it to yourself. In fact, you didn’t look afraid of him at all as you took the box from his hands. He almost told you that you should be scared of him.
“Thank you so much for bringing it over,” you smiled.
It was the start of an unexpected friendship. He tried to find excuses to stop and talk to you whenever he saw you, which ended with him giving you an awkward smile in the beginning before he walked away. He used to know how to talk to girls and it was silly having a crush on a neighbor when he was trying to get his head on straight.
If only you didn’t make it so easy to want.
And you either found him endearing or entertaining since you began to invite him over for dinners.
Every other week, you’d trade off meals and talk about the day. You split your day between your job and making and selling jewelry online. The pieces you showed him were beautiful. You put so much care into them.
While he couldn’t give you all the details of his missions, he found himself more comfortable talking to you as time went on. One of the things he liked was that you always asked what he needed. If he wanted advice, you’d give it. If he wanted you to listen, you did just that. If he just wanted to talk, you chatted with ease.
You even stayed up with him after a few nightmares.
He was used to dealing with people who had agendas or messed with his head, but you didn’t play games.
Steve and Sam were both happy when he finally told them about you. After the former Captain America found his own girl and a bit of peace after everything, he hoped Bucky was on the path to doing the same. It impressed Sam that he actually talked to you instead of keeping everything inside.
It didn’t stop him from feeling like a burden some days.
“You’re always welcome at my place and you can always talk to me, Jamie.”
No one else was allowed to call him that.
When you heard he wasn’t doing anything around the holidays, you offered to make him a nice dinner since you wouldn't be around your family. They were, unfortunately, too far away for a quick visit. You joked that he had to watch a movie with you after dinner if he decided to come over. It was nice that you extended an invitation to him, especially when he didn’t have any traditions or anything else to look forward to.
Bucky had every intention of getting you the perfect present until an extended mission came up. He barely made it back in time to see you. Steve had to rush home to his girl and the same with Sam and his family. He declined both of their offers for him to join them, not wanting to impose on them or let you down by not showing up.
"You made it!" you said excitedly when you opened the door, looking as gorgeous as ever in a little black dress. He'd fantasize about you in it later. "You aren't hurt? You're okay?"
"Not a scratch," he assured you when he stopped staring.
"Good," you sighed in relief. "May I give you a hug? I missed you."
You didn't give him hugs without his permission and he appreciated your thoughtfulness that he might not want to be touched some days. He held his arms out for you as he wordlessly answered, taking a moment to cherish your embrace when you moved close. He didn't let it linger since he didn't want you to be uncomfortable.
But he wished he would've held you a bit longer.
"Missed you, too," he whispered as you led him inside.
If he read into it, he would’ve thought the setup was romantic. He felt a little underdressed in his leather jacket and jeans, but you didn't judge. You served by candlelight and you made sure to include all sorts of dishes he enjoyed. He ate and savored every bite. You even had a gift waiting for him under the tree before you started the movie.
He almost hugged the personalized apron and small book of recipes you made for him. He already had a meal in mind to make for you as a thank you for the next weekly dinner. But that wasn't all. You pulled out a small, white and black box from the back of the tree and handed it to him.
"You're spoiling me," he joked.
"I wanted to," you teased, messing with the hem of your dress as he opened the box.
He held his breath as he held up the dog tags. They were almost an exact replica of the ones around his neck, but there was a difference when he flipped one of them over. He ran his thumb over the letters as he read them out loud.
"I am James Bucky Barnes."
He explained to you once his need to make amends. That he was no longer the Winter Soldier. That he didn't have a choice. You took his words and created a gift for him.
His hands destroyed so many things while yours brought beauty into the world.
"I hope you like it," you said, still messing with your dress. A nervous habit he picked up on. "I know you wear yours, but I thought it would be nice to have those just in case."
"Thank you," he croaked, clearing his throat as he carefully placed them back in the box. "And I feel like the biggest asshole on the planet for not having your gift ready."
"You came over and spent the evening with me. That is a gift," you said with such sincerity that he wasn’t worthy of receiving.
Of course you wouldn’t take any offense that he showed up empty-handed. Why were you so kind to him? He wished there was mistletoe nearby simply to have the excuse to kiss you. He also wanted to thank you for making him feel at home.
Do I have a home anymore?
Naturally, he chose to flee when that thought became too much.
"You sure you don't want to stay?" you asked carefully as he gathered his things and got ready to leave. “We don’t have to watch the movie.”
"I should get back to my place, but thank you," was all he said.
His place, but not his home.
"Are you okay?" you asked.
"I will be," he said, not wanting to lie to you.
You nodded and thanked him for stopping by. You also told him to call or come back if he needed anything. The image of your sad smile as you walked him to the door would haunt him. He just knew it. He wondered if you’d ever invite him over again for another dinner after his abrupt departure.
He attempted to meditate once he got home, but it didn’t quiet his mind. Working out got some of the tension in his body out, but not much else. He debated going back to your place, but it was too late by then.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Bucky rubbed a hand over his face before his eyes trailed to the clock on the wall. It was almost 3am and he knew sleep wouldn't come to him. He grabbed his phone and debated calling you. He didn’t want to disturb you, but he wanted to hear your voice.
He half hoped you wouldn’t answer since you deserved a peaceful night of sleep, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep himself until the two of you talked.
You answered on the second ring. “Hey, Bucky,” you said with a small yawn.
Were you up waiting for me to call or did I wake you?
“I’m sorry about tonight,” he said immediately. He had to get that out there.
“Please, don’t apologize,” you replied. He knew he should’ve let you rest. “Do you need me to listen, talk, or give advice?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted, his vibranium hand forming a fist as he took a deep breath. “You treated me to a nice night. The best night and I just,” he gritted his teeth and exhaled through his nose. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
He was at a loss because everything tonight was right and he didn’t know what was wrong. If he couldn’t pinpoint the issue, how could he know how to fix it? How could you? It was bad enough when he was alone with his own mind and nightmares, but it was another when he felt helpless.
He didn’t like that sense of control being taken away from his own thoughts.
“Do you mind if I say something?” you offered after a few more seconds of silence.
“Not at all,” he whispered, if only to hear you speak.
“I think you might be feeling a bit alone or lost,” you said. He heard a bit of shuffling around and wondered if you were trying to get comfortable. “Holidays, for many, are about being with family and friends. When was the last time you got to celebrate with your loved ones?”
“Before I went off to war,” he whispered.
He swallowed as he put his head on the pillow. Hydra made sure he never felt the happiness of this time of year. The couple of years he went into hiding after the fall, he was alone. After healing in Wakanda, he went back into the fight. The snap happened.
And his family?
They’re long gone now.
Sam, Nat, everyone had their own traditions. Steve lost so much and deserved his quiet moments outside of the city. None of them needed to rearrange their lives to accommodate him.
Holidays were a joyous time, but also a reminder of things lost and what could have been.
“Jamie,” you breathed out. “If my dinner tonight upset you in any way, I’m-”
“Don’t you dare apologize,” he stopped you, gripping his phone tighter. “It isn’t your fault my family is gone and you aren’t the cause of my pain.”
One of the reasons he respected you was because you didn’t pity him. He didn’t want you to start tonight.
“Then I need you to take back your apology because you aren’t the cause of my pain either,” you argued.
Touche.
“But I left you alone after you went to all that trouble and had those gifts made for me,” he said.
Why are you not mad at me?
“It wasn’t any trouble, but maybe it was too much or overwhelming."
“I swear, it wasn’t,” he said. How could he make you believe him? “I just have no traditions now. No special meals, movies, gifts, things to pass on, nothing."
He did just fine on his own for years, but things changed. He wouldn’t have believed he deserved happy moments before therapy and meeting you, but he did and he does. You gave him a taste of what he could have. Why couldn't he let himself take it?
"Maybe I can help you create a new tradition."
"You're done more than enough," he promised, smiling at your offer.
You've done more than you could ever know.
“I wanted to give you a special night, but I didn’t check in to see if the holiday dinner was what you really wanted. I should’ve asked, Jamie.”
“Are you kidding? Without you, I wouldn’t have even had a holiday to celebrate. It was perfect,” he promised you, standing up as he tried to gather the courage to say that you are perfect. “Did you know the only thing I wanted to do when I got back was see you?”
“Really?” you asked in a small voice. “That was the only thing you wanted?”
“Really,” he said. It wasn’t a full confession, but it was coming out. “And that’s exactly what I got, so thank you.”
“Well, to be honest, the reason I suggested a movie was so we could possibly cuddle,” you admitted.
And I fucking ruined it.
“I would’ve liked cuddling,” he said, smirking a bit. “And I really liked your dress.”
“I wore that just for you,” you said in a hushed voice, like you were trying to keep quiet. “Is there anything else about tonight that you wish would’ve been different? If you could do it all over again?”
“Honestly?” he said, not caring that he only had his boxer briefs on as he left his bedroom and headed toward the main door. “I would’ve kissed you the moment I got back from the mission.”
Even with his super soldier hearing, he had no idea you were on the other side of the door until he opened it. You still had your phone in hand as you gazed at him, no longer wearing the black dress. You switched to red and green pajamas that looked amazing on you, but he would prefer them on his floor.
“New tradition proposal,” you smiled as you stepped inside and ended the call. “We have a nice meal together, exchange gifts by the tree, and cuddle on the couch for a movie.
"Okay," he smiled, hanging up his phone, too.
"And end the night with a kiss," you said hopefully.
“I don’t think so,” he shook his head.
Your face fell when you took a step back. “Oh. I’m sorry. I should-”
He reached out to pull you back toward him, smiling when your eyes widened. “Kiss me every chance you get," he said as he removed his dog tags and put them around your neck. "Starting right now.”
You smiled just as bright as you did the first day he met you. “I think I’m going to like this tradition.”
“Me, too,” he whispered, pressing his lip against yours.
Bucky couldn’t wait to start many more traditions with you.
What other traditions would we like to see from our new couple? ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
anon requested: “chris coming after a long time working home to find the reader wearing his clothes from old movies + plus need some reader and dodger fluff”
He was gone too long, far too long. You missed him like crazy, you were so pissed off that you couldn’t take the time off work to go with Chris to film. You missed his touch, his smell.You missed it all. You just wanted him back. You had only moved in with him recently, luckily enough he trusted you to watch Dodger while he was gone. Dodger was amazing, he kept you company most nights when you were alone.
You filled his food bowl and he chowed down as you stuck on some toast for yourself. You grabbed your phone and began flicking through social media, smiling slightly at the photos of Chris and The Rock filming. You smiled at the photos, giggling at everyone conspiring if it was Chris in the Santa costume or not. (even though you knew it was). Dodger finished his food and nudged your leg, looking outside. “You wanna go on a walk buddie?”. He jumped up and down, running around in circles making you giggle. “C’mon i’ll go look for a new lead”. A couple days ago, Dodger’s old lead broke and you’ve just been letting him run around the garden, but Chris probably has another lead. You dropped your plate into the sinks and wiped your hands before going upstairs.
You looked around the bedroom and couldn’t find anything. You walked over to the storage room and opened it but you were shocked to see boxes stacking to the ceiling with the names of movies he’s been in scribbled on, on the side with a black sharpie. You took a look in the box marked “What’s your number?”. The box was the lightest and filled with the least amount of clothes (obviously) and giggled as you looked through, laughing at the tiny blue boxers. You moved onto “The Gray Man” box, smiling at all the tight knit polos. You dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out something that felt strangely small. You laughed when you saw it, the blue and white polo, shrunken down in the wash with “For Dodger” written on the tag. Dodger ran in and began sniffing your leg. “You want to wear it?”. He jumped and panted making you smile. You sat down on the floor with him and slipped the jumper on. You ruffled his hair and kept laughing. “You’re so cute!! You match your daddy!” Dodger sat down and you scratched his back. You turned your head slightly before whipping your head around and smiling once you noticed the box marked “knives out”. You smirked and quickly opened it, gasping at all the sweaters filling the box, some you haven’t even seen before. You squealed and grabbed his famous cream knitted one and threw it on, the wool engulfing your body. You giggle and pulled the neck up to your nose and inhaled, his scent filling your nose.
You looked around the bedroom and couldn’t find anything. You walked over to the storage room and opened it but you were shocked to see boxes stacking to the ceiling with the names of movies he’s been in scribbled on, on the side with a black sharpie. You took a look in the box marked “What’s your number?”. The box was the lightest and filled with the least amount of clothes (obviously) and giggled as you looked through, laughing at the tiny blue boxers. You moved onto “The Gray Man” box, smiling at all the tight knit polos. You dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out something that felt strangely small. You laughed when you saw it, the blue and white polo, shrunken down in the wash with “For Dodger” written on the tag. Dodger ran in and began sniffing your leg. “You want to wear it?”. He jumped and panted making you smile. You sat down on the floor with him and slipped the jumper on. You ruffled his hair and kept laughing. “You’re so cute!! You match your daddy!” Dodger sat down and you scratched his back. You turned your head slightly before whipping your head around and smiling once you noticed the box marked “knives out”. You smirked and quickly opened it, gasping at all the sweaters filling the box, some you haven’t even seen before. You squealed and grabbed his famous cream knitted one and threw it on, the wool engulfing your body. You giggle and pulled the neck up to your nose and inhaled, his scent filling your nose.
You looked around the bedroom and couldn’t find anything. You walked over to the storage room and opened it but you were shocked to see boxes stacking to the ceiling with the names of movies he’s been in scribbled on, on the side with a black sharpie. You took a look in the box marked “What’s your number?”. The box was the lightest and filled with the least amount of clothes (obviously) and giggled as you looked through, laughing at the tiny blue boxers. You moved onto “The Gray Man” box, smiling at all the tight knit polos. You dug to the bottom of the box and pulled out something that felt strangely small. You laughed when you saw it, the blue and white polo, shrunken down in the wash with “For Dodger” written on the tag. Dodger ran in and began sniffing your leg. “You want to wear it?”. He jumped and panted making you smile. You sat down on the floor with him and slipped the jumper on. You ruffled his hair and kept laughing. “You’re so cute!! You match your daddy!” Dodger sat down and you scratched his back. You turned your head slightly before whipping your head around and smiling once you noticed the box marked “knives out”. You smirked and quickly opened it, gasping at all the sweaters filling the box, some you haven’t even seen before. You squealed and grabbed his famous cream knitted one and threw it on, the wool engulfing your body. You giggle and pulled the neck up to your nose and inhaled, his scent filling your nose.
You pulled another box out, marked “Marvel”. It had clothing from both the MCU and his work as Johnny Storm. Leather jackets, t-shirts and all. You gasped as you saw a large A sticking up from the bottom of the box. You quickly pulled it out. You giggled loudly as you put Captain America’s helmet on your head. You closed up that box and scooched on your bum over to more boxes. You opened up 3 more, “The losers” “Snowpiercer” and “gifted”.
As you moved those boxes there was a loud crash beside you making you squeal. When you looked to where the noise came from, you gasped as you saw Cap’s shield lying beside you. You quickly stood up and picked it up, sliding it on your arm. “Woahh”. You giggled and began moving your arms around making fighting noises. Dodger barked up at you. “I know!”. You throw your shield-covered hand up in the hair. “Look at me i’m Captain Americaaaaa-
“Baby?”
You froze as the light spilled into the room.
Well…. this is embarrassing
You were standing there with Ransom’s sweater on with your panties and your Captain America shield and helmet, fist up in the air. (Not forgetting Dodger sitting beside you, dressed as Lloyd) as your boyfriend stood there staring at you with a smirk on his face.
“Chris?”. You teared up quickly and dropped the shield and helmet and jumped into his arms, making him fall over as you kissed him. He held you close and kissed you back, holding your lower back. You panted as you pulled away from the kiss, you stroked his face gently, scratching over his beard. “I missed you”. He smiled at you, playing with loose threads on his jumper. “Sorry…”. You mumbled, looking down.
“No no no don’t be sorry, I loved that you found all this”. You smiled and giggled looking at Dodger slumped beside Chris, still in the Lloyd shirt. You wiped your nose and leaned over, picking up Jake Jensen’s Pink Petunia’s shirt. “I’m keeping this”.
"I waited for him," Bucky murmured some time later. "I remember waiting, now. Just one more day, every day I told myself, just hang on one more day and he'll come for you. He won't leave you here. Just one more day. But he never did. And then one day I forgot to tell myself."
Back with more AI generated photos. This time I tried Captain America. I wanted to contrast the difference between Captain America and the Winter Soldier. Hence why these are so vibrant and stoic.
Again these are from the app AI Wonder. All credit goes to what the app gives me.
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