#pwyc drabble

[late-to-the-party-81]

How something that started so badly (right at the very beginning) turn into something so cute? 🥰

Pwyc-valentine Drabble idea - reader works hard to do a cute vday eve for bucky after he’s been at work, she’s making him dinner/baking/wear his fave lingerie 😜 - she starts by hanging a cute banner in living room but the ladder falls and she can’t get down, dangling from the curtain rail until he gets home. The dinner burns and she’s upset that plans are ruined by time bucky comes- he’s charmed/amused to find her hanging and teases her and tells her it’s still perfect anyway

it's brighter now

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. no explicit smut. it's pretty fluffy. uhm engagement? i can't think rn sorry lol - if there's anything that should be tagged pls let me know.

words: 3k

notes: LOL this is so funny! i honestly don't see how it'd be possible for reader to hang onto a curtain railing for an extended period of time though hahaha so i kinda changed this idea a bit, i hope you don't mind! thank you for sending this in! <3

You pulled at the strap of the black lace set you'd ordered in preparation for today, adjusting it so it held your breasts up nicely before glancing to the clock to check the time.

Bucky should be home soon. Dinner was in the oven, his gift - along with a box of his favorite chocolates - left on the table, while you finished getting ready upstairs. All you had left to do was put up some of the decorations you'd picked up last night while you were shopping. Checking your reflection one last time in the mirror, making sure your lipstick looked right and your eyeliner wasn't smudging more than you intended, you smiled to yourself. This was gonna be good, it'd be a good night.

Some may say you were doing too much, and in all honesty, maybe you were, but you didn't care. Bucky was still a little... touchy about the whole not telling your family about him thing and you wanted to try and make it up to him, as trivial as this attempt might be. You wouldn't say things were tense between you, not in the slightest, but you could tell when certain things came up the shift in his attitude and demeanor. You had hurt him, and you knew it. You felt awful every time you thought about it, which was a lot this past month.

His Christmas Eve proposal had been met less than completely enthusiastic by you and though you had talked it out and come to the conclusion that you just needed time before you wanted to take things to the inevitable next stage, he was still clearly let down. So, two weeks later when he'd found out you never told your family about you and him, it was just another punch to the gut for him.

You'd spent the last month doing a lot of late night talking with him, working through things, trying to communicate your feelings to each other openly. It wasn't the easiest, you were both stubborn and hated taking blame for things you didn't feel you needed to, but once you set your egos aside and really listened to each other, there was a better understanding of where you both stood.

Though you'd apologized multiple times already, you still wanted to try and make things right, show him how much you loved him. Valentine's Day was coming up so you decided to plan the perfect night. Everything was going according to plan, and you couldn't wait for him to get home.

You were almost surprised yourself with how giddy you were. Before heading back downstairs, there was just one more thing you needed to do. Walking over to the dresser that your intimates were in, you pulled open the drawer, moving around your carefully folded sets until you felt the little black box you kept in there. You felt your heart racing and butterflies in your stomach as you stared at it. You'd thought long and hard about this decision from the moment he had asked you and now just felt right. You carefully opened the small box and once again your breath caught at the beauty of the ring he had picked for you. Carefully removing it from its rest, you gently slid the ring onto your ring finger, marveling at the way it glimmered in the light and exhaling delicately as you took in just how right it felt to have on. The beeping of the oven startled you, pulling you from your thoughts and had you suddenly racing down the stairs, making a beeline for the kitchen.

You stopped the timer as it blared and opened the door of the oven, frowning when you saw the food wasn't even done yet. You made a mental note to check it again in five minutes and hoped it'd be ready before Bucky got home.

Spotting the decorations you'd left on the counter, you grabbed them and hurried to get them up. You bought a cute heart banner that you wanted to hand in the entryway between the living room and kitchen but realized you would need to get the step ladder if you wanted any chance of reaching where you wanted it to go.

Carrying it in from the garage, you set it up right under the frame. You paused when it was wobbly as you stepped up, but convinced yourself it was fine, that's what ladders do, right? You had two tacks in one hand and the end of the banner in the other as you stepped up to the top of the ladder. You had to use nearly all your force to get the first tac in and squeaked a bit when the ladder threatened to topple from under you. You stilled as you caught your breath, quickly securing the one end of the banner up on the tac before leaning over to push the second one into the wall. As you forced the tac in, you heard the front door opening, the sound startling you as you hadn't even heard Bucky's car pull up. As you jolted a bit at the sound, the ladder shifted again under you but didn't settle this time as it essentially collapsed beneath you. You yelped again, louder this time as your eyes squeezed shut and you mentally prepared yourself for hitting, not only the floor, but the broken ladder beneath you.

You realized after a perilous second that you hadn't fallen, and suddenly became aware of the strong arms holding you bridal style. You opened your eyes and looked up at Bucky, your mouth parted slightly as your doe eyes looked into his. Fuck, you thought, his reactions and reflexes were always so startlingly fast.

"Hi," you breathed.

"Hi," he echoed, "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked staring down at you in concern and near bewilderment.

"I was trying to put up decorations," you said looking over at the banner half held up by the first tac you'd gotten in.

Bucky sniffed the air, his brows furrowing as he sniffed again. "What is that?"

"What's what?"

"Smells like something's burning,"

"Oh shit!" you cursed, trying to wiggle out of his hold until he set you down. You ran to the oven, pulling the door open to reveal the once promising dinner you'd spent most of the day preparing, now burnt to a crisp. "Fuck," you whined with a pout as you shut the oven off, pulling the dish out of it and placing it directly in the sink. There was no saving that thing now. You stood there disheartened and annoyed at yourself until you felt Bucky coming up behind you, his hands placed on your hips as his fingers played with the lace on your lingerie.

"What's all this?" he asked huskily, clearly already distracted from the burnt food and broken ladder by your choice of clothing. You knew he'd like it, but right now you were still upset by the epic failure that should have been dinner.

You leaned your head back against his chest as you continued to mop, pout permanent on your face as his arms circled you.

"For valentines," you muttered before sighing heavily, "I'm sorry. I was trying to make everything nice and now we have nothing for dinner and a broken fucking ladder."

He chuckled as he held you, "Sweetheart, that ladder's been broken, that's why I had it by the pile of scrap metal. And I thought we talked about you putting decorations up,"

"It was just a stupid banner," you defended, "and it was supposed to be a surprise."

"Well, I'm definitely surprised," he laughed.

"Whatever, it was stupid," you tried to get out of his hold, embarrassment eating at you now, but he wouldn't let you. Instead, he turned you around and pinned you against the counter as he towered over you. You avoided his eye until he gave you no other choice but to look at him as he held your chin in his hand and tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"It wasn't stupid, doll," he smiled crookedly, leaning in to kiss you gently once. "You really know how to make a guy feel special. Dinner, new lingerie," he simpered as he eyed your body, leaning down closer to you.

"I got you an actual gift, too," you said motioning to the table.

"I know, I'm looking at it,"

"I'm serious, Bucky," you huffed a laugh as you pushed him to turn around. He allowed you to shove him forward before you escorted him to the table, pulling the chair out for him to sit in. You were bummed about dinner, of course, but you could still make the most of the night.

He eyed you for a moment before taking his seat in front of the table.

"Comfy?" you asked.

He tongue darted out, quickly licking his lips before he smiled at you, "Sure."

"Good," you simpered before seating yourself in his lap, your left arm coming around his shoulders as your legs laid across his lap. "I wanted to do dinner first but we have nothing to eat now, so,"

"I don't know, I see something pretty tasty right here," he smirked as his metal hand ran up and down your thigh teasingly.

"Bucky, I'm trying to be romantic here," you chided playfully.

"So am I," he argued.

You rolled your eyes as you reached across the table to grab his present. Stifling a laugh as he groaned at the friction while you moved around on his lap. You handed him the gift after settling back down and watched him open the carefully wrapped box.

You smiled when he did upon revealing the watch he'd been talking about buying last week. He set it down on the table as his arms wrapped around you, leaning in to kiss you as he spoke. "Thank you, babe," he simpered against your lips.

"You're welcome," you replied softly as you leaned in for a kiss of your own, your hands coming to cup his face as he held you against him.

You pulled back, your thumbs stroking his cheeks as he happily closed his eyes for a brief moment, relishing in your attention before standing up unceremoniously with you still in his arms.

You yelped and clung to him as he chuckled, "I'm not gonna drop you,"

"Mhm," you said with narrowed eyes. His brilliant blues met yours and he stopped in his tracks as he gazed at you, the look in his eyes had you softening your own.

"You're so goddamn beautiful," he praised, coming in for another kiss. You were nose to nose as his lips brushed against yours, "and your makeup looks so hot," he smirked.

"Shut up," you laughed as you playfully hit his chest.

He grinned as he walked out of the kitchen. You absentmindedly played with his hair as he carried you upstairs. When he got to your room, he sat you down on the side of the bed as he took his jacket off, toeing off his boots before unbuckling his belt. You sat back, propping yourself up with your hands as you watched him.

"What about dinner?" you asked demurely as he shuffled off his jeans, discarding his shirt to the floor, feeling yourself get more and more excited with his rushed, near frenzied pace.

"I'm more in the mood for dessert right now," he simpered as he moved toward you. "Been thinking about you all day," he said as he pushed you to lay down, his lips descending on your exposed neck. An unbidden giggle rose from you as his lips attacked your skin.

"You say that everyday," you smiled as you wound your fingers in his hair.

"It's true everyday," he insisted, his lips brushing your skin as he spoke, hands feeling you up.

He pulled away, standing up as he admired you, his cock straining against the material of his boxer briefs. His tongue jutted out to lick his bottom lip.

"What?" you breathed as you watched him curiously.

"Stay right there, don't move," he instructed as he pulled his jacket off the floor, searching his pockets before dropping his jacket and grabbing his jeans. Again, his hands delved into the pockets but this time he pulled his phone out of one of them.

You raised a brow as you waited, getting a little self conscious when you thought he was pointing his phone directly at you. After a second you realized that he indeed was.

"Bucky, what the hell," you complained.

"You look fucking perfect like this, sweetheart, it'd be a crime to not get a picture."

You stuttered for a second before sitting up and swallowing hard. "Well, at least warn me first so I can try and look nice," you said before posing a bit for him.

"Fuuuuck," he nearly moaned as he took pictures of you, "you don't need to try to look nice, doll, you're fucking gorgeous." You preened at his admiration, the reassurances and praises tumbling from his lips making you more flustered than you were before. When he got down on one knee, continuing to take pictures, you burst out laughing at his adamancy. "Don't move angel, just look at the camera for me, just like that," he said seriously, so intent on his work.

"Okay, this isn't a photoshoot, Buck," you laughed, getting up and walking over to him.

"Should be," he simpered, looking up at you as you stood before him. You took his phone in one hand and walked closer to him, forcing him to sit on the floor before you turned around, moving to sit down between his spread legs. You leaned back into his chest as you held the phone up to take a picture or two of your own, Bucky readily obliged as his arms wrapped around you snuggly. After a few pics together, you tossed his phone gently onto his pile of discarded clothes and turned around to face him again.

"You were saying something about dessert?" you said, voice sultry. You were on your knees between his spread legs as he sat upright, holding himself up on his arms as he watched you intently, eyes dark and swimming with desire.

You ran your fingers delicately up and along his thighs before allowing your left hand to come up and graze his hard length that was threatening to pop out past the waistband of his boxers.

He hissed at the contact, looking down from your face to your hand teasing him through the material.

He spotted the ring the second he looked to your hand, wondering for a brief second how long you'd been wearing it and he hadn't noticed. He grabbed your hand off of him and pulled you down to lay on top of him as he let himself lay down on the ground.

You were confused until Bucky held your hand in his, examining it as his metal arm rested across your back, hand on your hip as he held you on top of him. You stayed quiet, waiting to see what he would say before wanting to speak yourself, instead just resting your head on his chest, looking up at him as he held your hand. He was playing with your fingers, his thumb rubbing along your hand as you watched him before he found himself fiddling with the ring.

"It looks good on you," he said quietly. The energy between you shifting quickly into something much softer, a longing growing between you, despite the fact you were nearly skin to skin, taking over the heady desire that had been swarming the both of you just moments before. "You didn't have to put it on, sweetheart."

"I know," you responded. "But I... I wanted to," you breathed as you squeezed his hand in yours.

"You wanted to...today?"

"Today," you nodded. "Everyday," you continued, voice a bit softer now.

His eyes left the ring, shooting to yours, the bright blues twinkling as you saw the question burning in them.

"I'm gonna keep it on. If that's okay with you," you trailed off, a small smile playing in your lips as you held his gaze.

You gasped as you were suddenly rolled over, Bucky on top of you, his hand coming to hold the back of your head so you didn't hit it on the floor as his lips pressed to yours fervently, smiling into the kiss.

"You're gonna marry me?" he asked, his lips quirking up into a crooked smile, making your heart flutter.

You nodded. "I'm gonna marry you," you leaned up to meet his lips again, pulling him down on top of you. "I wanna marry you."

"Best valentine's day I've ever had," he smiled, nuzzling into your neck, "best gift I've ever gotten," his lips softly kissed your neck, "You. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he breathed between loving kisses.

"I love you, Bucky," you murmured as you held him, one hand carding through his hair and the other rubbing up and down his back.

"I love you, doll. Happy Valentine's Day."

You tittered in response, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Let's go out later for dinner. We can celebrate, too," he smiled softly, "I know you wanted to stay home tonight, but,"

"No, going out sounds good," you agreed, "I don't know how you'll find a table anywhere last minute on Valentine's Day, though," you mused.

"I'm not worried about it," he said nonchalantly, confidence evident in his words.

"Okay," you simpered in response. "Well, I should get dressed, then,"

Bucky stood up at that before picking you up off the ground effortlessly and walking you over to the bed. "You'll have plenty of time later," he assured you before dropping you gently on the mattress. "Right now, let's get back to dessert. "

[nickfowlerrr]

distractions

vonalyn asked: Bellaaaaaaa 🥺 boopin PWYC!bucky just cause those frown lines disappear when he chuckles

GIF by magnusedom

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: no smut. nothing really to warn about.

words: ?

notes: chi!! i loved this idea so much 😂 thank you!!! this isn’t really what i had intended, i was picturing something a lot fluffier and cuter tbh but then i realized i wasn’t really writing pwyc bucky, just regular bucky, so i came up with this! not as fluffy but still, i hope you like it! 🩵 and thank you in advance to anyone who reads and reblogs! hope you enjoy it.

He’s concentrated on his phone, reading his missed texts as you lay in his arms on the bed. One of his hands is mindlessly rubbing your hip while the other holds his phone.

The crease between his brows grow the more he reads, deepening the furrow. You watch his face as you stay curled into him, a bit of the early morning fog clinging to you.

You could easily fall back asleep, but you just can’t look away as his growing irritation mars his handsome face.

He scoffs at something he reads and an amused smirk tugs at your lips at the sound.

You reach a hand to his chest and rub there soothingly. He hums at the gesture and the furrow lightens just the tiniest bit, but he doesn’t look away from the messages that flooded his phone last night while you were both sleeping, and the frown lines on his face don’t go away either.

You know he wants to read them all and figure out what the guys were arguing about in the group text, but telling from the lack of anyones presence in or outside your home calling for him, you think it’s safe to say they got everything settled without needing Bucky’s intervention.

You begrudgingly scoot up from where you lay and rest your head on his shoulder for a moment. He still doesn’t take his eyes off the phone.

You sit up then and before he has the chance to look at you, you’re sliding the phone out of his hand and locking the screen.

His icy blue eyes are on you now, the furrow of his brow and the annoyed frown still in place, only the look of annoyance has turned to something more of curiosity as he watches you. He sits up higher on the bed, his back against the headboard.

“Sweetheart,” he warns, the hint of edge in his voice sending a little thrill through you, but you ignore it.

You get closer and move to straddle his lap, not answering him just yet.

Leaning over, you place his phone face down on the nightstand as his hands automatically move to hold your hips when you straddle him.

You face him again, secured by his touch.

“It’s too early for you to be this annoyed,” you say softly. You reach to touch him as he peers up at you, your hands holding his face gently. His sight is set on you as his arms pull you closer against him. You smile at the movement and lift your hands to run your thumbs from the furrowed crease between his brows and then down them, smoothing the tension you find there.

The furrow dissipates but the frown remains. Bucky closes his eyes as you smooth over his brows once more before you take your hands through his growing hair, raking your fingers over his scalp. You rub at the tension at the base of his head while he lets out a soft groan. When you get back up to his temples, he’s practically purring under your delicate touches.

“Sweetheart,” he breathes, pulling you closer still.

His change in tone has another smile tugging at your lips. His eyes are still closed as he’s relaxed and he looks so content and at ease, you can’t help but do it.

You boop him.

He raises a brow but doesn’t open his eyes.

Then you do it again, smiling to yourself. He finally looks, blinking open his eyes, and seeing the amused look on your face, he can’t help but break a small smile of his own, his frown finally falling.

“You’ve been watching too many of those big cat videos,” he chuckles. You titter, bringing your hands to his solid chest before sliding them up to his shoulders.

“And you’ve been reading way too many messages for what you promised would be a work free weekend,” you retort.

He sighs, looking at you the way he looks at no one else. “Yeah,” he agrees, his hands mindlessly rubbing your back, “‘M sorry, princess,” he says, his voice deeper now than it was a few moments ago, a rumble there that sends a new thrill through you. And princess.

You know exactly what he’s about to do before he does it.

Even though you saw it coming, you still can’t help the gasp that leaves you as Bucky swiftly flips you over onto your back.

He’s between your legs, leaning over you, eyes darkening as he keeps you trapped beneath him - not that you’re planning on trying to get up anyway.

His voice is husky as he slips his hand under your sleep shirt, his touch running over your soft skin and curves, slow and teasing, raising goosebumps in his wake, “Let me make it up to you.”

[late-to-the-party-81]

Aawww. The grinch’s heart is growing ❤️❤️

Hello my lovely! I love your writing!

For your Christmas drabbles, how about a grumpy pwyc!Bucky being dragged to a Christmas market by his girl. Lots of eye rolls from him but when he sees how excited and happy she is, he melts! With a “You look so beautiful in the snow" comment which catches her off guard.

I'm about to reread pwyc because it's one of my faves! Lots of love to you! ❤️💚

new memories 🎄

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: none. this blog is 18+ only.

words: 1.3k

notes: thank you so much for sending this in! these pretty when you cry christmas requests are making my heart sing 🥹❤️ i wanted to keep these all under 1k but oh well lol i hope you enjoy this and thank you so much 🥰

It was freezing cold outside, the chill was nipping at your nose and cheeks as you strolled the festive stands at the Christmas market downtown. The tree lighting ceremony was due to start soon and the holiday music playing all around was making your heart sing.

You’d long let go of Bucky’s hand as he was dragging his feet as you floated from stand to stand. You didn’t know what you were expecting from him, but you were still a bit surprised at how much of a grinch he was from the moment you started playing your christmas playlist around the house. The only reason he helped string up lights in and outside the house was because he just about had a stroke when he pulled up from work two weeks ago and saw you swaying on the ladder in the front yard. You didn’t have that problem at your old place, the lights had already been strung and you just never took them down. You sorely underestimated the struggle of stringing lights alone. But once you had Bucky putting them up outside, after he gave you an earful about being reckless and climbing so high on an unstable ladder with no one around, you puppy dog eyed him into helping you string up the rest of the lights around the house.

He was less than enthusiastic about all the decorating, but didn’t stop you from doing what you wanted. His only request was you get him before attempting to put up anything that required the use of power tools or involved you getting on a ladder.

You knew going into today he wasn’t going to be the merriest, but his scroogish attitude was getting on your nerves now and you refused to let it ruin your mood. He was the one who refused to let you come by yourself. You loved Christmas, you loved the christmas market, and you loved seeing the tree lighting every year. Even last year when you were feeling really low, Christmas had you feeling just a bit better. Going to the tree lighting with Eva was the first time since Halloween you’d gone out for anything other than work and groceries. It was tradition for you.

“This is so pretty,” you awed at the mini porcelain christmas village on display in one of the many decor stands set up around the market. Bucky walked up behind you and eyed the display himself.

“It looks exactly like the other one we saw. And the one before it. And the one before that, too,” he said, provoking you though you weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not. That didn’t matter, though, because either way his attitude was unnecessary and thoroughly unwanted.

“You didn’t have to come,” you griped, walking away without turning to look at him.

He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily before he followed after you.

“Sweetheart, wait,” he said softly as he grabbed your hand in his. “I’m sorry. I’ve never been the biggest fan of Christmas.”

“Clearly,” you muttered.

“I don’t have many good memories surrounding this time of year, but that has nothing to do with you and it shouldn’t get in the way of you enjoying what is obviously your favorite holiday. I don’t want to ruin this for you, I just want to be around you,” he explained before leaning down to give you a soft and sweet kiss.

“It’s never too late to make new memories, ya know,” you breathed against his lips.

Bucky nodded softly, his bright blue eyes bearing into your twinkling ones.

“How bout we get some hot chocolate before the tree lighting starts,” you simpered as your hands came up to gently cup his cheeks, pulling him in for another chaste kiss, not wanting to stay upset at him for something he was apologizing for.

You pulled him to the nearest beverage and treat stand with a renewed sense of joy following you along.

As you stood in line, Bucky wrapped an arm around you, his metal hand resting lightly on your hip as he pulled you into his side. Once you were at the front of the line, you ordered two peppermint hot chocolates and a giant red and green sprinkled cookie for you both to share.

“That’ll be $12.11,” the young girl at the till informed you. Bucky handed her a twenty and waved off the change. You thanked her as she handed you the drinks and cookie and you guys made your way to the town square where the tree lighting was taking place.

The sun was nearly set as you wandered through the crowd of people looking for a spot not so crowded. You decided on an area off to the side. It wasn’t near the front or very close to it at all, really, but you could still see the tree and most importantly you weren’t overwhelmed by the crowding of everyone around.

You were people watching as you waited for the countdown to begin, but Bucky was just watching you. He smiled as you sipped on your drink and then smirked back a chuckle when you cursed under your breath as you burnt your tongue on the still steaming coco.

He grabbed your cup from you and took the top off before he handed it back carefully.

“I swear you burn yourself every time you get a hot drink,” he chided playfully.

“Why do they serve it so damn hot? Little kids buy these drinks,” you grumbled before blowing on the steaming liquid.

You took a sip before you took the lid from him and put it back on your cup.

Bucky’s free hand came up to hold you by the chin as he tilted your head up. “Got some whipped cream on your lip,” he muttered as he ran his thumb along your top lip to collect it before pressing it past your lips, never breaking eye contact as he watched you sucked the cream from his finger.

“This is a family friendly event, Barnes,” you whispered as you stepped closer to him once he dropped his hand to your waist, looking up at him as you did.

Just then you felt a snowflake land on your lashes and blinked in surprise before looking further up and all around.

Bucky was watching you with pure adoration as you beamed in amazement when you realized it was snowing, and he thought you looked like an absolute angel. Your unadulterated joy was infectious as he soon found himself grinning ear to ear right along with you. He was struck with that familiar feeling he always got with you, the feeling that surged through him and hit him right in his heart. He was so completely in love with you. And you didn’t even realize what you did to him.

“You look so beautiful in the snow,” he told you, catching you off guard. Your eyes shot to him and your mouth opened to speak but any words you had caught in your throat with the way he was looking at you, the way he was smiling. You blinked at him, taking in his face and the snow falling perfectly all around the two of you as the twinkling of stars shone overhead.

“I could say the same about you,” you echoed, the sound of people all around counting down to the tree lighting vaguely heard as you were in your own little bubble with Bucky.

You leaned up on your tiptoes to kiss him gently before pulling away just in time to catch the lights beginning to light up the branches of the tree, turning so you could see better while Bucky held you close to him.

You stayed just a few minutes longer before you walked back down the streets sipping your drinks and nibbling on your half of the cookie as you headed to the car lot. Smiling to yourself as Bucky’s laugh filled the air and he smiled that charming, toothy smile, he slung his right arm over your shoulder as you leaned your head into him and continued on your merry way.

[late-to-the-party-81]

The pair of them are absolute menaces and Reader deserved all the apologies

#8 with pwyc bucky ☺️ maybe he gets a bit too into it/rough with reader but then gets all soft when she gets annoyed with him?

cookies crumbled 🎄

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pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: none? but this drabble is part of a dark series that is 18+only.

words: 1.6k

notes: not exactly what you requested, but i hope you like it anyway! thank you for sending this in 🥰

You were being so careful with the tray of cookies you’d made to bring to Steve’s, well Rosalie’s, fifth party since Black Friday. So. Damn. Careful. And all for naught.

You saw the two idiots throwing snowballs at each other as you pulled up, laughing when Bucky’s throw hit Steve directly in the face. They looked like two giant kids - a sight you never would’ve dreamed possible when you’d first met them. But here you were. Staring at the two best friends as they launched, as hard as they could, the dense clumps of icy snow at each other, back and forth and back and forth. Taunts and hearty laughs intermingled with curses and insults and you tried very hard to avoid the direction in which they were fighting.

The tray was held precariously in your arms as you cautiously walked around the side of your car, shouting before you came into their view.

“Can you guys call a ceasefire while I walk to the door?”

“Not a chance in hell, honey,” Steve said as he lined up his next throw at your..your Bucky.

“Won’t hit’cha, sweetheart, I promise,” Bucky called as he ducked it.

You rolled your eyes and anxiously began the trek from your car to the front door. The stony, pebbled path was long and winding across the yard that led up to the steps of the porch. Only then would you be safe from any crossfire. You walked as quickly as you could without putting yourself in danger of slipping or dropping your perfectly frosted treats as you went, grumbling under your breath at their insistence on continuing on while you crossed their path.

A loud thunk on the tree you’d only just passed had you standing upright and snapping your head in the direction it came, scowling petulantly at Steve who was already getting his next snowball ready to throw. As you turned to keep walking ahead, Bucky came from behind the tree and placed a quick, chaste kiss to your cheek, “Hi, doll,” he simpered with that schoolboy grin.

“Hi,” you returned, remnants of the scowl still on your face, mainly a soft frown, as you looked ahead to what would be your safe haven, Bucky already having departed from your side.

You huffed and continued on.

You were almost there. You were so, so close. For a fleeting second you couldn’t even remember why you had been so annoyed or what you were worried about.

And then it hit you. Literally.

The force of the icy weapon sent you stumbling and you were lucky you didn’t fall completely. The same couldn’t be said for your poor tray of cookies. Ice was in your hair and you could already feel it melting through your sweater and down your back as you’d foregone putting on your jacket. You were still for a moment, quiet and you realized after a second that it had gone quiet around you, too. You were seething as you looked down at your feet, half of the cookies you’d worked so hard on, having slipped out of the plastic wrap, were now lying on the cold, hard ground - the other half of them broken with their fall, but still on the plate, protected from the ground by the wrap.

You slowly turned around to find Bucky staring right at you, mouth open like he was searching for the right words to say to appease you. He could feel your irritation and even if he couldn’t it was plain as day on your face. Your jaw was set and your eyes hard, your glare was pointed. You were fuming. You heard the front door open then close shut, just barely catching Steve as he snuck through it.

“Do you know the definition of a promise, Bucky?” you asked, voice cutting through him.

“Sweetheart, I-” you were slightly surprised he actually stopped talking when you held up your hand, but you were glad he listened.

“I don’t care,” you said plainly. “You know how long it took me to make those damn cookies, Barnes.”

“I know. Baby, I’m sorry, he ran right past you and I’d already thrown it by the time I realized,”

“Whatever. Give me your sweater,”

“Huh?”

“Your sweater, take off your sweater and give it to me. You can take one of Steve’s, I’m sure. Mine is wet and there’s still snow sliding down my back. No thanks to you,” you sassed, annoyed beyond measure.

He was trying and failing to hide his smirk at the way you were talking to him, but you couldn’t get into that with him right now. Everyone else was going to start showing up soon and as he shrugged off his snow jacket and pulled his sweater over his head, sauntering over to hand it to you, you snatched it from him, looking up at him with one last glare before you turned around and headed for the front door.

As you entered, the sound of your name had you turning to meet Rose at the door.

“Steve has something he’d like to say to you, don’t you, Stevie?” she asked pointedly.

“Yeah. I’m sorry, he breathed. “Even though it is in no way, shape, or form my fault that Bucky hit you with a snowball. His aim is shitty and his reaction time is even worse,” he laughed as Bucky glared at him from behind you, earning a shot to the ribs from Rose. “Right, I’m sorry. It wasn’t my fault and I take zero blame for it, but still. Sorry… that happened to you.”

You sucked your teeth as you took in his ‘apology’.

“Such a dick,” you scoffed with a shake of your head as you continued walking. “Is it cool if I use your bathroom?” you asked mainly to Rose.

“Yeah, of course,” she laughed, nodding in the direction of the bath.

“One of you jackasses needs to go pick up those cookies,” you said over your shoulder.

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The second you stepped out of the bathroom door, you were ambushed by the burly arms of Bucky wrapping around you and pulling you straight into him. You instinctively returned his unexpected hug, his warmth undeniable as you were still trying to beat the cold.

“I’m really sorry I hit you, sweetheart,” he apologized again, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“And made me drop my cookies,” you added.

“And made you drop your cookies,” he repeated dutifully.

“Good. You should be,” you agreed, nuzzling into his chest only to pull back slightly, your nose scrunched up.

“What?” he asked, concerned.

“You smell like Steve,” you said, barely concealing your disgust as you pulled away completely. You grabbed the collar of the sweater you were now wearing and lifted it over your nose, breathing in the familiar scent of Bucky as he snorted. “God, this material is so soft,” you said, now rubbing the cashmere along your cheek. “Can I keep this?”

“What’s mine is yours,” he told you, looking down and smiling at the way you pulled your arms into the sleeves and brought them up to your cheeks like mittens.

“So soft,” you said, sounding completely mesmerized by the material as you walked back to the living room, Bucky following closely behind.

“They managed to save some of your cookies,” Rose appeared, trying to make you feel better.

“Really?” you asked almost hopeful, though you knew what you had seen.

“Yeah,” she said with a small pause before she smiled sheepishly as she showed you a plate with two intact cookies and four broken ones haphazardly stuck back together with what appeared to be buttercream frosting. You smiled tightly in return, nodding your head.

“Thanks, Rose,” you laughed, but grateful for her attempt.

“It’s a real shame you dropped them. They taste amazing,” Steve said as he ate one. You looked over to him, fire in your eyes.

“I’m gonna kick your ass,” you said matter of factly, causing him to smirk.

“Many have tried, few have succeeded, doll.”

“Hmm. Well, would one of those few happen to be my boyfriend?” you asked, your own smirk indicating you knew full well the answer.

Steve narrowed his eyes at you as he chewed the cookie, Bucky chuckling as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

Rose stifled her smile at Steve’s reaction and tugged his arm to get him to follow her into the kitchen. “Come on, tough guy, you have to help me get the drinks out before everyone starts showing up.”

“I’ve kicked his ass before, too, ya know,”

“We know, babe, we know,” she assured him as she laughed while squeezing his hand in hers. You heard her squeal as they passed through the kitchen door and imagined Steve picking her up before planting kisses all over her, the sounds of her laugh and his indiscernible words between kisses fueling the image. You turned to Bucky, then. A smile still playing on his lips.

“What?” you questioned.

“Nothing,” he shook his head, pulling you in for another tight hug. “I’m really sorry I threw a snowball at you, baby.”

“Thank you,” you replied, appreciating his repeated apology. He kissed your temple before moving to hold your face in his hands, leaning down to kiss you gently as you leaned into him, his lips soft against yours.

“Promise I’ll make it up to you,” he murmured against your lips.

“Yeah? How?”

“Well, I can start by kicking Steve’s ass for you,” he smiled, “and then… for every cookie that broke, I’ll give you an orgasm to make up for it.”

You scoffed before responding.

“That was a dozen cookies, Buck. You sure you’ll be up for that task?” you challenged as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea,”

“I guess we’ll find out when we get home, won’t we?”

He smirked before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Who said anything about waiting until we were home?”

[late-to-the-party-81]

He’s like a changed man. I’m sure it’s only temporary though 🤣

Ooh! Christmas drabbles sound fun 🥳. I hope you have an excellent day of writing. How about:

1) Christmas baking

2) "That should be our Christmas card this year."

3) PWYC! Bucky

say cheese 🎄

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: none. this blog is 18+ only.

words: 795

notes: this is so cute i really had to stop myself from making this longer 😭 thank you for sending this is in 🥰

“Now we’re just gonna fold in the flour a little bit at a time. I usually do it in three or four parts. Make sure it’s completely combined before you add in the next part, and make sure you really scrape the sides and the bottom of the bowl,” you instructed to your phone camera that was set up directly in front of you. Your sister had begged you to come visit for Christmas this year - but her main priority was getting her hands on your signature christmas sugar cookies. You were actually considering going to visit for a few days until she informed you she was now going to be hosting her husband’s family, too. It wasn’t that you didn’t like them, you just didn’t feel like going all the way home to only see your mom and sister in very fleeting moments. Knowing how big a family your brother in law had, you were sure the place would be cramped.

You instead offered to just give her the recipe you used. She complained it wouldn’t be the same and needed to know exactly how you did. That was how you found yourself giving her a little tutorial filmed on your iPhone.

Your eyes were focused on the dough you were mixing rather than the screen before you so you didn’t see Bucky walking into the frame when he did. He was standing behind you, watching over your shoulder as you worked the flour into the dough that was getting more and more difficult to mix.

“Most people use a stand mixer to do this,” you began, “but you know I ha-” your voice caught as you were startled at the sight of Bucky when you looked up at the camera. “Hate stand mixers,” you huffed, staring at him in the phone while he smiled, clearly amused.

“Can I help you?” you asked as you returned to your work.

“No,” he responded simply, getting closer to your back as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Buck, you know I’m recording this to send to my sister. I’m gonna have to cut all of this out now,” you complained.

He rested his chin on your shoulder as he lowered his head, squeezing you a little tighter against him.

“Why would you cut it?” he asked. “Look how cute we look.” He smirked before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, trailing over to your neck.

“Bucky,” you warned, causing him to smile against your skin.

He picked his head up and instead turned your face to look up and over at him. You found yourself momentarily lost in the glimmering blue of his eyes before he bent down to take your lips in his. It was unexpectedly soft, and completely unrushed as he gently held your face in his warm hand. His lips soft but still in control of the kiss, your own just following his lead. His tongue slipped past your lips and you mewled softly against him before you got control of yourself and pulled away from him for a breath. He gave you a second to breathe before he returned his lips to yours again.

You broke the kiss after a moment, subtly running your tongue along your lip as you turned back to the dough waiting for you.

“That should be our Christmas card this year,” Bucky grinned, arms returning to hold you.

“In what world do you think I’d be on board with sending out cards with a picture of us kissing on it to people?” you scoffed lightly.

“Ya know, we don’t really have any pictures of just us together,” he mused.

You stopped your mixing for just a moment as you took in his words. “I don’t really like taking pictures,” you deflected.

“Humor me,” he whispered in your ear, tilting your head up so you were looking at the camera.

He placed a gentle kiss on your cheek as you relaxed into him and smiled softly.

With both his arms around you once again, he looked into the camera with you, nearly cheek to cheek.

“Say cheese,” he smiled that ever charming smile.

“No,” you responded in turn, a demure smile playing on your lips as you held onto his arms still wrapped around you.

You held the pose for a second or two before pulling at his arms.

“Okay, there, we got some. Now let me finish this, I’m almost done,” you told him as you got back to mixing.

His arms slid down your waist to your hips, giving you a squeeze before he placed a kiss to your temple.

“You got twenty minutes to finish before I come back in here and take you upstairs myself,” he promised, slapping your ass before he went.