he's the only one with balls enough to keep on that damn white hat

Courage and Kindness: Part 9

PAIRING: au reader x Bucky Barnes 



THE DRESS IS HERE!! Honestly that moment when the dress changes gets me every time I don’t know what it is I just turn into a weeping mess. So hopefully I did it justice! 

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Part 8

GIF NOT MINE (even the gif is making me tear up)

Originally posted by disneyinmyveins

“Mice?” you questioned, what on earth was Wanda going to do with your little friends. You ran after Wanda the red mist swirling around her still, as she searched low.

“Ah there they are. Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!” The strange words left her mouth as she flourished her wand; the familiar red mist went flying around the small little balls of fur. You watched as ears became twice their size and the long familiar skinny tails became softy and silky and their size which were now getting bigger. And bigger and before your very eye four beautiful pure white horses now stood on the grass. They all looked at each other shaking their heads and stamping their new hooves.

“Four white chargers” Wanda smiled almost slightly proud of herself. You approached the horses in shock, reaching out to stroke the soft fur.

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Fill in the Blanks - Gus (2/5)

Ever wonder how Gus knew in 1x09 that Waverly was interested in a certain sheriff’s deputy? Here’s a drabble series attempting to fill in those blanks. Or in the alternative: four times Gus McCready thought Nicole Haught and Waverly Earp were perfect for each other and one time Gus was finally proven right.

Pt. 2 takes place just before 1x06 or thereabouts.

Read Pt. 1 here.

The second time Gus McCready comes across Nicole Haught, Purgatory’s first hard frost of the year has caked the ground in fuzzy white and cast the skies in endless shades of gray.

It’s gonna be a damn cold winter, Gus thinks as she drives lazily down the highway, cozy in the warm cabin of her beat-up Ford pickup, Johnny Cash’s deep voice crooning in the background.

Next to her, Waverly shifts in her seat when she catches sight of something in the distance. “Hey, isn’t that Nicole?”

Gus squints down the road and, sure enough, sees Officer Haught standing off to the side of the road next to her police cruiser with the trunk popped open, staring down at the rear passenger side tire.

“Looks like she could use some help,” Waverly points out and Gus stifles a sigh. She wants to get home and load up the truck with all the crap Curtis had left for the Earps in time to watch The Price is Right. But Gus knows Waverly can’t stop herself from helping every living soul on the planet. Hell, she’d stop and play the Good Samaritan to the devil himself if given the opportunity. It’s why they all loved her so much. Drew Carey would just have to wait.

“Guess so.” 

Gus pulls onto the shoulder and brings the truck to a rumbling stop just behind Haught’s squad car, tires crunching on gravel, brakes squealing. Nicole blinks at them in pleasant surprise, one thumb hooked on her belt, and Waverly flips down the sun visor and quickly glances at her reflection in the mirror, smoothing down her hair and checking her teeth.

“This ain’t no runway, girl,” Gus rolls her eyes, plops a knit hat over her graying curls, and gets out of the car, the rusted door groaning open and shut. Waverly adjusts her layered scarves and follows.   

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Enough for Her

A/N: Merry Christmas, @nalufever​! It is your “now-not-so-Secret” Santa! We’ve been getting a crazy amount of snow over the past few days, so that really helped with this idea. 

My brain was super stuck since I don’t often write in canonverse, so I hope you like this! Some fluff for ya. Both snow and plot-wise XD

Fandom: Fairy Tail
Pairing: NaLu
Rating: K

Summary: It’s been awhile since Lucy has enjoyed winter. It’s also her first winter with Fairy Tail, and if they—especially Natsu—have anything to say about it, they’re going to make it a good one. NaLu Fluff. Canonverse.

Lucy didn’t hate the cold.

She could wear long sleeves, turtlenecks, leggings, leg warmers, fluffy boots, and scarves. She liked being all bundled up and cozy and warm. The tighter she was wrapped, the more she could remember being pulled into her mother’s arms as they played outside together.

Lucy didn’t hate the cold…but she did hate the snow.

Not when she was younger. She couldn’t remember much, but she had flashes of making snow-angels, building snowmen, hiding behind poorly made snow forts for a snowball fight and climbing up the hills of the estate for tobogganing.

They were all with her mother, and sometimes even her father. Some of the happiest memories she had. The good memories were there…

But they aren’t as vivid as her most recent snowfalls.

Building a snowman to show her dad, and him refusing to come outside. Bringing in a snowball to make him a snow-cone, and seeing him dump it in the trash. Pulling on his hand to get him to make snow-angels with her, and him ripping away from her grasp to go back to work.

She’d eventually stopped trying. She’d sit inside, remembering everything they used to do together while big, fat flurries covered the surface of everything outside, sparkling in all their beauty.

And pretty soon…she found herself hating the cold white fluff.

Which is why she should’ve been expecting Natsu to come barreling in through her window during her first snowfall as a member of Fairy Tail.

“You’re a fire wizard,” she grumbled, pulling her covers back up. Natsu was currently face-smashed into the floor—courtesy of a Lucy-kick—mumbling away about the snow and she wasn’t having any of it. She was sleeping in today. Her covers were still warm. “Don’t you hate the cold?”

Natsu craned his neck so his face was only half-smashed. “I run warm, Luce,” his voice was muffled, “I don’t get cold. And snow is fun!”

“Snow is not fun,” Lucy whispered to herself, burrowing back into her cocoon of blankets. She wasn’t ready for it to be winter yet.

The covers were pulled back from her face to a sparkling eye peering over the side of her bed.

“Luuuuuuuuuuuuuce,” Natsu whined, “come oooooon. Happy’s already waiting down at the guild and I made him make them promise they wouldn’t start without us.”

Lucy raised a curious eyebrow, “Start what?”

Natsu’s head popped up fully, grin splitting his face, “You’ll just have to get up and see!”

With a resolved sigh, Lucy buried her face back in her pillow. Okay…fine. With Natsu around there was no way she’d be getting back to bed anywa—

A whoosh of cold air encircled her half-naked form and her eyes flew open to the sight of Natsu grinning evilly with her comforter in hand.


With less effort than she’d expected, Lucy was able to shove Natsu out the door long enough for her to throw some winter clothes on. Since Magnolia hadn’t been expecting snowfall for another week, it took her awhile to dig out her boots, hat, scarf and mittens.

She glared over at Natsu’s lax position beside her. Arms behind his head, vest fluttering behind him, grin wide. The only thing he’d changed about his clothing were the close-toed boots he was wearing.

“That is so unfair,” she mumbled, glaring at Natsu over the edge of her scarf. It was wrapped three times around her face, and it was white, Natsu had called her a mummy.

“Hm?” he looked over to her, eyebrows raised. “You say somethin’, Luce?”

She shook her head and faced forward, digging her hands deeper into her pockets. There wasn’t any wind today, which was good, and she could hear the crunching under her feet.

It was packing snow.

She hadn’t seen packing snow in a really long time.

When the guild came into view, the doors were closed and Lucy couldn’t hear any noise coming from inside. She went to pull open the front door but her hand was caught by Natsu.

He was beaming at her.

“C’mon, Luce!”

He dragged her away from the handles, around the side to the back of the guild. His free hand came up to run through his snow-covered hair, and he shook his head to free himself of it.

It had built up chunks at that point and Lucy shielded her face to keep it from getting in her eyes. “Natsu!”

They’d stopped moving at that point, and when Lucy let her arm drop she froze.

The entire guild was out back, divided to opposite sides of two massive piles of snow, and white was flying everywhere.

“Damn it, Happy! I told you to make them wait!” Natsu whined, glaring slightly at his best friend as he flew over. Happy was munching on a fish.

“Showwy, Natshuu,” he talked with a mouth full of fin, “but they gayve me fishhhh.”

Lucy couldn’t help but smile.

“Fine,” Natsu’s hand tightened around Lucy’s as he pulled her in the direction of one of the snow-walls, “Lucy and I are picking our own team then.”

Natsu looked back an forth and once he’d spotted Gray, he headed toward the opposite team.

Lucy stopped and pulled her hand from him.

Natsu turned back, staring at his empty hands and the back at Lucy with a confused expression. “Luce?”

Lucy smirked and crossed her arms, “You dragged me out of bed this morning. I’m getting my revenge.”

She spun on her heel and worked her way around the edges to avoid the flying snow, and ignored Natsu’s protests. Her guild-mates smiled as she joined her team, quick pats on the back, hugs and smiles before returning to their assault. Makarov stood tall out of bounds, keeping an eye out but seemed just as in to keeping score.

Lucy eventually spotted a flash of light blue and made her way over to Gray.

“Isn’t that cheating?” she asked, right next to his ear, and Gray whirled around with a yelp.

“Dammit, Lucy,” Gray brought a hand to his chest, catching his breath as he laughed. “Don’t do that.”

“Sorry,” she grinned.

She wasn’t sorry. He knew that.

“What’re you doin’ here?” he asked, head cocked to one side, just narrowly avoiding a snowball. “Thought you’d be on magma-breath’s team.”

Lucy crossed her arms over her chest, “He dragged me out of bed. I want payback. You in?”

Gray’s answering grin said everything.

The fight lasted all day. That wasn’t even an understatement.

Once in awhile Mira would appear with drinks and snacks for everyone. Sometimes people would tag in and out, and there was even a fifteen minute break for lunch at midday.

Magic, of course, wasn’t allowed—but that rule had been broken about an hour after lunch.

Only when Gray had managed to drop a massive mountain of snow on the other team and seal it with ice, were they declared the winners. With a lot of high fives and hugs, it wasn’t long until Natsu jumped Gray and the whole guild was bustling, snow flying everywhere as a result of scuffle instead of being a weapon.

Once the sun had started to set, Lucy made her way home, and it was only then she realized she hadn’t thought about the years of disappointing snow all day.

She’d had fun.

That was enough for tears to prick her eyes.

“I had fun, mom,” she whispered to herself.

It was a relief, really.


She wiped the tears away before turning around to see Natsu running toward her, all teeth and squinty eyes.

“How’d you like your first guild snow-ball fight?” He was panting, chest heaving. She could tell he was tired, but that didn’t stop him from lighting up and making her smile.

“It was awesome,” she mirrored his grin.

“You’re on my team next time though,” his gaze narrowed as he pointed at her, “no ditching me for Popsicle.”

Lucy laughed, “Okay.”

She once again found him taking her hand and dragging her off in the opposite direction of where she was originally heading.

“Where’re we going now, Natsu?” she asked, a little irritated. She was tired, and cold, and wanted to go curl up under her covers and relax for the day. They’d need to find a job tomorrow. Her rent was due soon.

“You’ll see.”

He’d eventually stopped dragging her once she’d gotten up to pace with him, but he didn’t let go of her hand. She was grateful for the support as they trekked up a particularly large hill.

A large blanket lay beneath a large coniferous tree she couldn’t put a name to. It’s needles were so small the branches themselves could pass for large leaves, and it left a part of the hill uncovered by snow. There was still a light dusting, but enough overhead cover to not be piled high, especially since the clouds had cleared a little while ago.


He smiled warmly and pulled her down to the blanket, handing her a glass mug before sitting down himself. She pulled off the lid carefully and the smell of chocolate filled her nose.

It was cold though.

Before she could open her mouth, Natsu leaned toward her and blew a small, soft, steady stream of fire over the top until the hot chocolate was back to being just that.

Lucy blinked at him.

“What’s this for?” she wondered, taking a sip. It was the perfect temperature.

“Well,” he cupped his own drink in his hands, heating it with his palms, “I was going through your letters to your mom—”


Natsu flinched under Lucy’s fist and rubbed at the sore spot as he continued.

“And in one of your last ones you were talking about snow and winter,” he said softly. “I just wanted you to have a good memory since this is your first time with Fairy Tail.”

Lucy’s heart warmed from both the drink, and the sheepish expression Natsu was wearing. She went to speak but Natsu kept talking.

“I found this place a little while ago with Happy,” he wasn’t looking at her, gazed fixed on the horizon, “and I’ve wanted to show it to you for awhile, but it didn’t seem the right time.”

It took her a minute to realize the sun was gone, when Natsu pointed up to the sky.

There were stars, everywhere.

She could see them from the roof of her building of course, but not like this. Not the distant clusters that looked like clouds if you didn’t know what you were looking for. Not the constellations of her spirits that she could see this time of year.

Not the ones she could remember counting with her mother when she was little.

Tears fell, rolling down her cheeks.

“Thank you, Natsu,” she whispered, swallowing a voice crack. “I haven’t had a good winter in a really long time.”

She felt herself pulled into a warm chest—it still baffled her how warm he could be when his skin was bare—as she cried, hands rubbing her back and chin resting atop her head. Natsu said nothing, just adjusted his body temp to keep her comfortable.

He held her as she cried, and then he smiled as they stargazed together. Even though she knew he wouldn’t really remember and probably wasn’t understanding what she was saying half the time, he cared and he’d helped her more than he knew.

And that was enough for her.

The Clauses

Warnings: Kissing, Flirting, Smut, Dirty Talk, Christmas

Summary:  The Avengers decide to visit the less fortunate kids at the various malls that didn’t get to see Santa; which leads to a few surprising discoveries.

Originally posted by clutterbucky


Damn Stark for knowing his weaknesses, Bucky thought as he stared at you standing in his doorway.

“Good evening, Miss Y/L/N. What can I do you for?” Bucky said flirtatiously, crossing his arms over his broad chest. He knew exactly what you were there for but he wasn’t going to miss the chance to make his affections for you obvious. The soldier had been trying to get you out of your shell ever since you’d met; it’s not that you were shy, you just didn’t talk much and kept to yourself thus frustrating the charming soldier to no end,  

You bit your bottom lip, trying not to watch his muscles ripple beneath his shirt. You honestly had quiet the crush on him, but you being you didn’t realize he returned the feeling; you just thought he was naturally nice, charming, and flirty.  

“Good evening to you too, James. Might I come in? I brought your favorite cookies!” You replied, snapping out of your haze and showing him the plate of cookies.

“Only if you let me make you some coffee and share a few of those with me.” Bucky said, stepping aside to let you in.

You nodded with a smile and stepped into his apartment. Bucky started making coffee as you took a seat. When he finished he passed you a cup and a cookie; your fingertips brushing briefly made goosebumps erupt on your arms.

Bucky smirked; you wondered if he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I, uh, just need a small favor.” You said, cutting right to the chase in hopes of leaving before you became a blushing, stuttering mess, “its for, um, Christmas.”

Bucky groaned, “Stark sent you, didn’t he?”

A shy smile filled your lips, “Yeeeeeeaaaaaaah, he did. He said the only way to convince you would be if I personally brought you your own batch of my famous cookies.”

“He’s determined, isn’t he?” Bucky sighed, “Alright, fine. I’ll do it. But only if you let me help you make the next batch of these cookies - I’ve been dyin’ to know you’re secret, doll.”

“Deal! I guess Stark was right; you do have a weakness for my cookies!” You said, standing to go.

“The cookies aren’t my weakness and he damn well knows it.” Bucky said, low enough so you couldn’t hear.

“Thank you so much, James! It’s gonna be great! You’ll see!” You said, giving him a quick hug but slipping away before he could return it, “I’ll see you later! Merry Christmas!”

Bucky stood there, stunned, as you let yourself out of his apartment. What had he gotten himself into?

Bucky grumbled as he shrugged into the red coat, “I can’t believe this.”

“Aww, cheer up Buck! It’s Christmas!” Steve said while pulling on his own red coat.

“We’ll go to the malls, make some kids happy, come back here and party.” Sam added, doing up the large belt, “Now hurry up! The girls’ll be here soon.”

Bucky’s head snapped up, “Girls?! What girls?”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang.

“I got it! You finish putting on your boots!” Steve said, rushing to the door.

Bucky walked out of his bedroom a few minutes later, pulling on his hat, to see Wanda, Natasha, and you dressed up as … Mrs. Clause. The dresses were actually quiet nice, not to short or too tight but much sexier than what you’d normally see Mrs. Clause wearing. Bucky had to do a double take as he spotted you standing quietly behind Natasha and Wanda bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“What’s going on?” Bucky asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.

“Well, Santa can’t very well go along without Mrs. Clause now can he?” Wanda asked, looping an arm through Steve’s.

“Nope, he can’t. Because if they get lost, she’ll be the one smart enough to ask for directions.” Natasha remarked, grabbing Sam’s hand.

Bucky walked over to you, still nervously bouncing (which was definitely making your breasts move enticingly but he wasn’t complaining.), “So, you’ll be my Mrs. for the evening?”

“Yep.” You squeaked.

“Which mall we headin’ to?” He asked, putting on the white gloves to finish the look.

“The one down the street. Rhodey volunteered to take Tony’s place with Pepper so Tony could finish setting up for the after party, so they’ve already left. Do you wanna drive together or …?” You trailed off, speaking quickly out of nervousness. You were an Avenger. You could handle this. You could handle a few dozen kids and Bucky in the cute Santa suit.

“Sure, I’ll drive.” Bucky smiled, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, “Guys, we’re headed out. See you all in a few hours.”

You were wrong. Trained Avenger or not, you could not handle the adorable picture of Bucky Barnes, feared assassin, holding a ten year old girl and listening intently as she told him what she wanted for Christmas.

“You know, bows are great and all, but if you want something a little easier to start out with, I’m thinking you need a BB gun. You’ll have more control and when you graduate to a rifle you can make things blow up.” Bucky said, tapping his chin in thought, “Catch my drift?”

The little girl’s face lit up, “Yes! I wanna make things explode!”

Bucky chuckled, “Thatta girl!”

“Thank you Santa!” The girl said, as Bucky lifted her from his lap and set her safely on the ground.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky smiled.

As the evening drew to a close, one of Santa’s Helpers announced that it was time for him to go because he still had a lot to do before Christmas. The kids groaned in unison.

“Don’t worry,” Bucky said, kneeling down to their level, “I’ll be back next year!”

“Will Mrs. Clause be here next year?” A nine year old boy asked.

“Of course! Santa can’t operate without me.” You said, winking at the boy.

The little boy gave you a poinsettia and gave you a bashful smile, “You’re so pretty. I wanna marry you when I grow up.”

A fond smile crossed your lips, “Thank you fine sir, if things don’t work out between the toymaker and I, I’ll be sure to give ya a call.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick stain, then grabbed Bucky’s hand as you both walked away from the crowd.

Bucky was silent the whole way back to the tower wondering how the hell a nine year old got further with you than he did.

The party was in full swing when you and Bucky arrived, Steve cheered when he saw you two which caused the rest of the room to cheer as well.

You swallowed, doing your best to ignore the attention, “I need a drink.”

“I’ll join you.” Bucky quickly said, placing a hand on your lower back to guild you to the bar. You and Bucky ordered your drinks and waited patiently at the bar.

“So, you’ve been here for, what? 3 months?” Bucky asked, turning to you.

“Yeah.” You replied.

“Then how is it that I know almost nothing about you?” Bucky said.

“I … I don’t socialize much.” You said, flicking the hem of your dress.

“Well, we got time now. And I wanna know everything there is to know about Y/F/N.” Bucky purred.

“Okay. I’ll try.” You said, ignoring how his tone dropped at the end of the sentence. Or at least trying to.

For the next few hours, you and Bucky talked about everything under the sun. Eventually you were able to relax, even with the flirty comments and compliments he seemed to be constantly dropping; or maybe he just talked this sexily normally. You hadn’t talked to Bucky as much as the rest of the team had in the past (though that still didn’t keep you from developing the aforementioned crush) but you found yourself regretting not talking to him as much as you both exchanged stories about your lives, battle tactics, etc. You were having a great time … Until Tony cut in.

“C'mon you two, we’re doing a group photo of all the Santa’s and Mrs. Claus’!” Tony said, already somewhat drunk.

You groaned inwardly as you let Tony drag you over to the rest of the group which included; Wanda and Steve, Sam and Nat, Rhodey and Pepper, Phil and Maria, Scott and Hope, and of course Bucky and yourself.

You all stood in a line, arms slung around shoulders and waists as Tony readied the camera.

“Everyone say ‘Christmas’!” Tony said.

“CHRISTMAS!” You all shouted in unison as the flash on the camera went off.

Everyone stood in the circle chatting, you stood with Bucky’s arm resting lightly on your shoulders as you talked to Nat. After a while you had to excuse yourself to the ladies room.

“I’ll be waitin’ for ya darlin’.” Bucky said with a wink, but you turned before he could see your face redden.

As you were washing your hands you took a deep breath. You were pretty sure Bucky was at least somewhat interested and the prospect made you incredibly flattered and happy. But he didn’t seem like he was going to be the first one to make a move - maybe you hadn’t made your own interest clear enough. It was time for you to flirt back. You took a deep breath, put on your most confident smile, and left the bathroom.

Unfortunately, the group had dispersed and Bucky seemed to have wandered off to another part of the room. You looked around for a few minutes but eventually gave up and headed to the bar, figuring that he’d pop up there sooner rather than later.

You smiled at Scott and Hope as you took a seat next to them, “Hey Hope, Scotty.”

“Hey, Y/N! Merry Christmas!” Hope pulled you in for a hug, which you returned.

“So what’s up with you and Frostbite?” Scott said, Hope elbowed him, making him wince.

You smirked, “It’s ok Hope, to be honest I don’t know. I’m hoping. I guess I’ll let you know when I find out.”

“Then why are you over here with us? Shouldn’t you be talking to him?” Hope asked, confusedly.

“I would but I can’t seem to find him.” You replied.

“Last time I saw him he was over there - oh shit.” Scott said, pointing.

Scott pointed through the momentarily parted crowd and before they could tell you not to look it was too late. The sight made your stomach drop.

Bucky sat in one of the big armchair’s with two girls on his lap, one on each knee and they looked like supermodels. They leaned in at the same time, planting a kiss on each of his cheeks, as they posed for a picture. Just before the camera went off, Bucky saw you through the crowd and your eyes locked; you gave him a smile, trying to seem unaffected, then the crowd began moving again and your view was blocked.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t realiz-” Scott started.

“It’s okay, really; its not your fault. I should probably be thanking you! I would’ve made a complete fool of myself if I’d found him earlier.” You said, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Oh, honey! This sucks; wanna go back to your floor and we can put on our pj’s and watch some movies?” Hope offered.

“No. No, that’s not necessary. Dodged a bullet! Phew!” You tried joking, “You guy enjoy the party; you deserve it. I’m just gonna go for a walk then turn in early.” You said, grabbing your coat, “Merry Christmas!”

You quickly bolted out the door before anyone could see the tears falling down your face.

Bucky pushed through the crowd, trying to find you. He’d only caught a brief glimpse of you when the crowd had parted while he was taking photos with the guests and though you’d smiled at him, it didn’t seem to hold the same happiness as usual. Finally he found Hope and Scott, sitting in the exact same place they had been a while ago.

“Hey guys! Have you seen Y/N?” Bucky asked, still looking over the heads of people in the crowd.

“You’re an asshole, Barnes.” Scott stated.

Bucky’s head snapped to meet Scott’s eyes, “what?”

“You heard me.” Scott said, getting angry with the ex-assassin, “how dare you lead that sweet girl on like that? She really was really starting to like you.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked, suddenly alarmed, “I wasn’t leading her on! I’d never do that to her! I love her!”

“And that’s why you had those two party girls draped over you not ten minutes ago?” Hope asked, raising a brow.

“That? It was Stark’s idea! He thought it’d be good humor for the press.” Bucky explained.

“Yeah, because Tony’s full of good ideas.” Hope remarked, “Newsflash; Stark is also an asshole.”

Bucky sat down with a defeated sigh. “I’m an idiot. I’ve been trying to get her to notice me for forever and when she finally does, I blow it. She probably never wants to see me again she’s so pissed.”

“I wouldn’t say she was angry; just sad. Definitely the closest I’ve ever seen her come to crying.” Scott said.

And that was what tore Bucky’s heart in two. He could handle you being mad at him; giving him the silent treatment or screaming at him, it’d hurt his feelings but he’d be able to pull through. But he would not be able to stand you being sad and worse even; sad to the point of crying. As he realized that he had caused you to feel this, he felt an ache spread throughout his chest.

“Shit. I have to fix this. Where is she? Where can I find her?” Bucky asked.

“She said she’d be going for a walk then probably go back to her floor.” Hope said.

“Okay, thanks.” Bucky said, rising from his seat and heading for the elevator.

“And Barnes?” Hope called out to him.

“Yeah?” Bucky turned to her.

“You better fix this. I don’t need my suit to kick your ass.” Hope threatened,

Bucky nodded quickly then stepped into the elevator without another word.

The elevator dinged as you arrived on your floor, you hung your coat up and started for the bedroom. You fumbled through the darkness when suddenly a lamp was flicked on.

Bucky sat on your couch, looking at you hard, “where have you been? I haven’t seen you in hours. I looked everywhere for you; I’ve been worried sick. ”

You tried to concentrate on what he was saying, but you couldn’t because Bucky had apparently decided to dress his costume a little more … down. The belt and beard were completely gone, his coat was unbuttoned and opened up, his hat was lopsided, and to top it all off he was shirtless but you could still see the red suspenders left in place which was oddly arousing. You were tempted to jump him right then and there but then the sight from earlier crossed your mind and you remembered.

“Oh hey James. I just went out for a walk then stopped in a bar and had some drinks with a few guys.” You answered, putting on a cheerful voice.

Anger and jealousy flared in the super-soldier. You were his and his alone. Everyone in the tower knew not to engage in an flirtatious act of any kind with you; the last guy that made that mistake had requested to be transferred to another country the day after he’d tried to talk you into a date with him. Everyone knew except for you. He was going to make his intentions towards you absolutely clear right now.

“Guy? What kind of guys? Y/N you can’t just hang out with random guys! Do you know what could’ve happened?” Bucky asked harshly.

“James, I’m fine! I’m an Avenger! I could’ve handled anything they threw at me; I can take care of myself.” You replied, coldly.


You were both silent for a long time.

“What if I want to love you?” Bucky finally whispered.

You finally looked at him and saw the sincerity in his eyes and you were tempted to tell him everything you felt. But then the image of him with two girls on his lap flashed through your mind once more.

“James, you don’t love me, ok? I - I saw you with the girls at the party. You’re not in love with me.” You said, tears welling up in your eyes.

“No, I do! I love you and I know you love me too! Please, let me explain!” Bucky pleaded.

“I don’t need you to. And as lovely as it is to see you James, I really need to get to bed-” You started, offering him a hand to pull him up and off your couch and hopefully out of your apartment.

“No.” Bucky said, frowning, “I love you and you love me so you’re gonna shut up and listen to what I have to say. Then you can kick me out and I’ll never bother you again. Earlier Stark had all the Santa’s take photos with various guests for the press. He thought it’d be a good idea and I just went along with it and I can’t tell you how many women have sat on my lap within the past few hours.”  

“Bucky, I really don’t care about-” You said.

“And yet the one person I actually wanted to come and sit on my lap was gone. You said you’d be right back and you never came.” Bucky said, after a few moments a devilish smirk crossed his face, “And I think you should make it up to me.”

Suddenly Bucky grabbed your hand and yanked you down onto his lap. Bucky grabbed the backs of your thighs, making you gasp. and positioned you so that you were straddling him. Bucky brought your face close to him and gave you a heated kiss and you immediately felt his hardening member through his pants.

“Ya feel that, babydoll?” Bucky asked, dipping down to plant light kisses along your neck, shoulders, and collar bones.

All you could do was let out a strained whimper and start thrusting down on him to get some friction.

“You got no idea what you do to me. You’re so sweet and cute but also badass and sexy. The first week you were here I had to avoid you because every time I saw you I’d get a raging hard-on. All this time and I can still barely hold myself back from shoving you against the wall and pounding into you mercilessly just to show you who you really belong to.” Bucky said, breathing heavily as he met your thrusts.

You grabbed him by his suspenders, the backs of your fingers brushing the toned muscles of his torso lightly, and pulled him to your lips. It was so rough and passionate you thought you might blackout. Bucky’s hand’s drifted down to your ass and he squeezed it roughly, making you gasp and allowing him to slip his tongue past your swollen lips and into you hot mouth. The kiss was deep, needy, and full of love as you each poured yourselves into it.

You finally pulled back, gasping for air, “Don’t. Hold. Back. Show me who I belong to. Take me.”

Your begging turned Bucky on beyond belief and he quickly flipped you both over to where you were lying down on the couch and he was hovering above you, “I’m gonna make you forget everyone but me. The guys at the bar, the rest of the team, the agents; the only person’s name that you’ll remember is mine as you scream it out when I make you cum over and over and over again.”

“Please, please, please!” You chanted, as he began to rut against you, both of you still mostly clothed.

Bucky shoved up the skirt of your dress and groaned, seeing your white lace panties, “You in this dress has been slowly killing me all night, Mrs. Claus. First, I’m gonna make you come just like this, not gonna remove a stitch of clothing off ya. I can already see how wet you are. Then I’m gonna lick you clean, won’t let a drop of you go to waste as you cum on my tongue. Finally I’m gonna fill you up and make you cum on my cock until you’re incoherent. ”

You couldn’t speak anymore, you were on the verge of coming undone and he hadn’t even penetrated you yet.

“Who else can make you feel this way, y/n?” Bucky asked, putting light pressure on your clit with his fingertips.

“N-no one! Only you, James! Only you!” You cried out.

“That’s right, You’re mine. And its about time you learn never to forget it. Babydoll, you’re gonna be feeling me for days.” Bucky said, huskily.

And that was what did it. You tumbled over the edge, pleasure shaking you to your core. Bucky kept rubbing your clit furiously to make it last as long as possible. As you came down from your high, you looked up at the man who’d stolen your heart.

“I love you, I love you so much. You look so pretty when you cum.” Bucky said, stroking your cheek.

“I love you too. So much. And thanks.” You said.

Bucky chuckled, then ripped off your panties with no warning, “I think actions speak louder than words. So why don’t you give me a proper thanks, Mrs. Claus?”

You opened your legs wider and looked at Bucky as innocently as possible, “Take what’s yours, Mr. Claus.”

Knitting Patterns

A/N: Took the “Toby learns to knit” headcanon on the TAU blog and ran with it. Thank you, submitter. You are welcome, Toby fans. Go roll in the slightly-angsty fluff.

All Alcor wanted to do was check up on Toby (make sure he wasn’t secretly up to Evil) and let him know dinner was ready (couldn’t let him go hungry – sure he might have held out before Alcor found him, but who knew what desperation hunger could drive him towards, ultimately ending in demonic laughter and his most hated enemy rising again?). It was supposed to be a simple operation: pop open the bedroom door, poke his head in, glance over the room, deliver his message, leave. Considering the fact that he could phase through walls if he so chose he technically didn’t even need the first step.

He got all the way to the glancing and had just started the delivering before the back of his brain waved a flag at the rest of it.

“Hey, kid, dinner’s ready” turned into “what the hell are you doing” halfway through.

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Everlark Advent: Day 14, Snow Removal Services Part 2

This is a part two to Snow Removal Services, though it isn’t necessary to have read the first one for this to make sense.

Snow Removal Services II 

rated T

There’s an odd scratching shuffling sound just outside my front door, followed by a thump. I smirk; it’s probably the Amazon guy again. Four weeks post-surgery and still on crutches, Amazon Prime is the only way my Christmas shopping is getting done this year. I’m doing a little weight bearing on my knee in my thrice weekly physiotherapy sessions, but I’m by no means ready to face the mall. So Floyd, the Amazon man, has become a fixture in my apartment.

“It’s open,” I bellow from my perch on the couch where my knee is propped up on a pillow and covered by a bag of frozen peas. Might as well have him drop the packages inside.

The door slams open and I jump. Sticking through my entrance is not a cardboard box but a chunk of greenery, the top of an evergreen tree. What the hell? I groan; I definitely did not order a tree.

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The Cat Burglar

For @standbyyourmantis or giving me the prompt, and for her darling cat, Hercules. Here is his grand fic debut.

Rated M for some smuttiness. 

       Storybrooke was a very quiet town in Maine with the largest crime on record being vandalism when Kathryn Nolan spray-painted Mary Margaret Blanchard’s car after catching her with her husband. It was a town largely forgettable as a whole, where people lived quiet lives behind closed doors. However, an odd string of burglaries and break-ins disturbed the placid calm that was Storybrooke.

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