@itsbuckysworld secret Santa for @imbrium-barnes: Bucky Barnes x hijabi!reader
Pure Christmas fluff. No warnings.
A/n: okay so @imbrium-barnes I looked at ur blog and there seemed to be someone else asking abt the stuff in ur wish list?? ( I asked abt celebrating holidays) Idk if your doing two separate ones or there was a mistake, but I wrote this for u! It’s quite short, but I hope u enjoy!
Feedback is appreciated! Especially abt any inaccuracies bc I’m not a part of this religion, so I obviously don’t know lots of things abt it.
Y/N knocked on the door, carefully evading the wreath that Bucky had put up, and smoothed down her dress. After a second or two, she was greeted by Bucky, a Captain America apron had been thrown on over his shirt, and hair in a man-bun; she couldn’t help but think he looked adorable. He welcomed her in, explaining that the nut-roast would be ready in a couple of minutes.
Y/N helped to lay the table, and poured the drinks, thanking Bucky for getting a vegetarian meal.
As they ate, she found herself wondered why Bucky didn’t go to the compound today —- everyone else was there. After a few minutes of thought, she decided it was probably because he’s still adjusting, and didn’t want to spend Christmas with everyone else.
“What’s troubling you?” He asked, concern etched on his face.
“You could be doing anything right now, why are you spending your first Christmas of this century with me?” Y/N asked, and he chuckled.
“Because I want to. I’d rather spend it with you than with Stark and Sam and Nat and Steve and all the rest of ‘em.”
“Even Steve?”
“Of course. I lo... I value you as a friend, and a good one at that.”
His slight stutter did not go unnoticed, “thanks Buck.”
“I know you don’t celebrate Christmas, but I got you something.” He said, and she looked up from her food.
“You didn’t have to.” She blushed, turning to face him as he grabbed a package.
“I know.” He smiles and hands her the package.
She undoes the ribbon carefully, and the wrapping paper falls away. Inside there are three beautiful scarves. One is a deep emerald colour, with patterned details in swirls and loops; there’s a dark red one, with golden details; the last scarf is a rich navy, patterned with silver beads. “I, uh, thought you could use them for your hijabs.” He stuttered.
“Bucky, these are beautiful! I love them, they are so pretty! I’m going to wear them all the time!” She gushed excitedly. “Oh! I got you something too!” She rummaged around in her bag for a couple of seconds, then pulled out a parcel too.
He took the parcel carefully, and peeled away all the sellotape, careful not to rip the paper.
When he looked inside he saw ser of books —- classics that he’d been recommended to by people. She’d known he felt upset and frustrated that he didn’t get lots of references. “I was thinking we could also do a couple of movie marathons to catch you up too. I know you hate... not knowing what everyone else does.”
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Twenty minutes into ‘Muppets Christmas Carol’ (a film that she’d seen many times, despite not celebrating the holiday) Y/N was beginning to drift off into a light sleep, the comfort of a warm blanket and Bucky’s body lulling her towards unconsciousness. She felt her eyes closing when Bucky chuckled.
“Tired doll?” he smirked, and she glanced up at him.
“Mmm...” she nodded, and he laughed. “Buck, earlier, when I asked why you wanted to spend time with me today, you started to say something but stopped yourself. You’re not doing this because you don’t want be to be left out in the celebrations, are you?”
“God no! I’m so, so sorry if you thought that! That was not the case at all!” He tried to assure her.
“What were you going to say?” She asked.
“I, I... I love you.” He said finally, “not in a friend way.”
He felt as if a tonne of bricks had been lifted off his shoulders, but a fear of rejection filled him too; on the other hand, she wanted to dance and sing with joy (as cringey as it sounded).
“Well that’s just great for me then,” she smiled shyly.
“R-really?” He could feel himself shaking.
“Yeah. I love you too; I love you so much, James Buchanan Barnes.”
