Snookums
Summary: Bucky is sad.
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: a little angst, fluff, misunderstandings
A/N: A short drabble.
He’s angry. At the world. At himself. At the fact that you decided to celebrate your birthday with your family and without him.
Bucky paces back and forth. He wonders why you decided that he’s not the kind if man you can introduce to your family.
“Fuck,” he curses and stops in his tracks. He looks at all the picture frames of you and Bucky on the fireplace mantel. “She thinks I’m not good enough. I knew she would realize that she could do better.”
He sighs again and shakes his head. Bucky got you all the nice gifts. He bought scented candles and your favorite flowers. Now you told him that you will go for lunch with your family.
Bucky looks at the newest picture frame you placed on the fireplace mantel. You are sitting on his bike, smirking as he stands behind you, his arms wrapped around your middle. He grabs the frame, staring at the picture again.
He walks toward the couch, the picture frame in his hands. “Doll…” Bucky presses the frame to his heart and sniffs. He knew it was only a matter of time before you’d leave him.
Lost in self-doubts he doesn’t recognize you walk inside his living room.
“There you are,” you place one hand on your heart and sigh, relieved. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me, Bucky.”
“Doll?” He looks up to meet your eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Uh-I came here because you didn’t come to the restaurant. I feared you had an accident or something. We waited for you at the restaurant for over an hour.”
“Restaurant?” He slowly gets up from the couch. “But…you wanted to eat with your family. I wasn’t invited.”
“What?” You wrinkle your forehead. “Bucky, I told you about the restaurant and when we will meet. Why didn’t you come?”
“You didn’t invite me,” he sniffs. “I can’t crash a party.”
“Bucky,” your features soften seeing the doubts in his eyes. “You are my boyfriend. There is no need to invite you.”
He looks hurt at your words. “I get it…”
“No, you don’t get it, snookums,” you step toward your boyfriend to grab his hand. “You are always invited because you are my boyfriend. If I say I want to have lunch with my family, this includes you, Bucky.”
“Oh…OH,” he looks at your hand holding his. “I didn’t know.”
“Well, now you know,” you grin at Bucky. “My snookums is always invited.”
Bucky feels his heart flutter. It’s the first time he doubted your feelings for him, and he feared he’d lost you. “What do we do now? Your parents will believe I’m unreliable.”
“I told them that you got sick,” you smile up at Bucky. “We can have dinner with them next week. I want to spend the day with my man.”
“Yeah?” He mirrors your smile.
“Yeah…”
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I love how you interact with people, like you're not like the other big blogs who would avoid anyone smaller than them. It's rare to see that on tumblr! Don't let the haters get you down. You have talent and value, and don't ever forget it. Keep your head held high and keep doing what you love. it doesn't reflect your worth as a person. You're amazing and I love your fluff and dark fics!!
Gee thanks breh 💓💖💗 I just find it more enjoyable talking to many people without looking at their progress whatsoever and nor do I care if they're bigger buhh I'm here for the happy postings and friends ya dig? I still follow back some blogs and yer either free to block-unblock the mutual following if yer the uncomfy type or interact with me. I'm very chill I swear 💯
Once again asks like this will never fail to put a smile on my face
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"People, the world is on fire. Megahurricane Ted is aimed straight for NYC. The slothoids have broken out of containment. Soon, half the world will be murderous zombies on rollerskates, and the other half will have the hiccups. And I'm out of gum." President Jen's face was a grim mask. "They were out of gum at the White House 7-11. Can you believe that? Out of gum. Fucking unbelievable." She shook her head and slumped low in her Presidential La-Z-Boy.
"There's only one thing to do. Call 'em."
"Call who?" asked Vice President Bobo.
"Call... Snookums."
"Snookums the little tiny borrower?"
"You heard me."
"But what... what can Snookums do?"
Five minutes later, Snookums hopped up and down on the phone screen trying to get it to hang up. "Fucking JESUS!" yelled Snookums.
"Snookums isn't picking up and I don't think they've set up their voice mail," said VP Bobo, putting down the phone.
"Ah crap," said President Jen. "Rat's ass."
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girlie imagine alkaid taking u out on a date…. he’d have flowers, a cafe to meet up at… & ur favorite movie/show downloaded on his laptop as u scoot closer to him in a tiny seat by the cafe’s window, holding his hand unconsciously before the opening credits….. and when he realizes he chokes on his drink.. then pulls away to hold ur hand in his….. before squeezing & caressing ur knuckles with his thumb the whole time…… & he doesn’t let go until u offer to watch the rest of it at it home………
HAND OVER MY MOUTH I LOVE SIR ALKAID MCGRATH HES MY LITTLE POOKIE SCHMOOKIE PIE. i need him to be real i will literally pull him out from inside my phone if i have to. performing a c section on my phone rn brb 🏃♀️💨
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Snookums strained a muscle or something in his hip, apparently, by fighting with Anubis (in defense of Tristana) too vigorously. So he had to go to the vet and get some painkillers and then he was tucked in with microwavable cushions for a few days. 24.1.23
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okay but i feel the need to make an @m1ss1ng-1n-act1on sppreciation post bc she was one of my first mutuals when i joined this goddamn site and we aren't as close now (or at least from after the whole *gestures obscurely with hands* scientificvampire thing) but they are so sweet and so wholesome and so cool (also absolutely gorgeous what), so if you don't already go follow her now!
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