YEEEAAHH i know its been 200 years since ive drawn my gemsona, so i gave moss a little freshening up!
she was an old pink diamond agate who got reassigned yellow. she has these wild unconventional methods (talking? to your soldiers?? wow lol pink made some WEIRD gems) so they just send her off on odd missions in the farthest reaches of space because like. it Shouldnt work but it Does so uhhh ok i guess but no one else needs to know that
shes obviously gay af, tries to explain her Very Effective Methods of discipline to her fellow agates (they just laugh and shoo her off), feels overwhelmingly guilty about not being around when pink diamond was shattered, and misses plant life and her old team terribly, but is trying to make new friends despite being kinda wary of new gems
Bucky Barnes Imagine Fluff, Oneshot, Drabble, Idk, what you want to call it. I’m just obsessed ok, lol. Bucky Barnes x plus size reader Requested by: @becrazy–beyou
It was Christmas morning and for you that meant a day of traveling to your loved ones…and bombarding them with gifts and food.
As much as you loved Tony and all of the Avengers…you refused to live on the base.
It irritated Tony to no end because the two of you had become close over the years but you’d always been someone that needed their space.
It was something that you had bonded over with Steve and Bucky.
Both of which just so happened to be the very first on your list.
Partially because they were closest to you and partially because you knew that they wouldn’t murder you for getting them up earlier.
So with homemade hot chocolate swinging from a thermos on your arm, gifts in your bag and a smile upon your face…you rapped excitedly on their door.
“Guys! I’m freezing out here! Let me in!” you whined at them before the door was eventually opened to reveal a disheveled Steve.
Blond hair a muss and blue eyes twinkling with a mixture of irritation and amusement.
“You know, normal people would sleep in on Christmas.” he teased pulling you inside.
“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing no one around here is NORMAL then isn’t it, Steven?” you quipped at him.
He rolled his eyes.
“Give me my food and go bther Buck until it’s an acceptable time of day.” he said poking your soft side…effectively making you giggle against your will.
“Honestly!” you gasped. “You’re Captain America. I THOUGHT you’d be up with sun. Besides- it’s Christmas. Early rising is necessary.”
He simply sniffed at you unimpressed, “Food. Now.”
“I’m not giving you anything until you’re nice to me.” you sassed him.
He lifted a brow at you.
“If you don’t give me something to eat in the next five seconds I will tickle you until you pee.” he said.
You pretended to think for a moment before grabbing the treats you made him….and took off in the direction of Bucky’s room.
“You can’t outrun me!” he called after you.
You knew this…but you didn’t have to.
All you had to do was make it to Bucky.
However, you were not prepared for the blue eyed, dark haired man to emerge from the bathroom shirtless and pajama pants hanging low on his hips.
The little band of his underwear just peeking out the top.
You were caught between the sudden desire of dropping to your knees and worshipping every inch of him….and wanting to kill him for making you feel such things.
“Give me that now.” Steve said reaching around….effectively shocking you out of your stupor.
“Bucky! Save me!” you gasped shooting towards him.
His arms opened out of instinct and you basically molded yourself into his body.
He just about passed out from the feeling of your soft, deliciously warm body pressing against the hard angles of his.
He’d dreamt about this but never thought it would actually happen.
“Steve’s trying to get me, Bucky.” You whined, playfully glaring at his best friend from the confines of Bucky’s warm, strong chest. "Don’t let him get me. I’ll do anything you want.“
He forced himself to swallow down the filthy images that sprang to mine when those words left your perfect lips.
Bucky gently pried the plate of goodies from you hand and tossed them at Steve.
"Go back into your cave, punk. We’ll get you up later.” he said glancing at the blond who disappeared in his room with the treats like a damn vampire.
You lightly thudded your fist against Bucky’s incredibly warm chest.
“Bucky Barnes, you’re a traitor.” you said glaring up at him playfully.
He shrugged, “Just trying to neutralize the situation, doll.”
You smiled in spite of yourself and grabbed both of his hands in yours as you stepped away from his warm.
“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” you grinned at him. “I got your a present.”
“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” he said. “But you didn’t need to get me anything.”
“James Buchanan Barnes, I made this with my own chubby little fingers and if you don’t come open up right now I’ll be extremely offended and I’ll cry. Is that what you want? You want tears for Christmas? I’m warning you right now. I am not a pretty when I cry.” you admonished with him with hands on your wide, delightfully squishy hips.
There was a cross between a smirk and a grin that crossed his handsome features.
“I find it hard to believe that there’s ever a time when you’re not pretty, doll…but I’d never make you cry on purpose.” he said. "I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a sec.“
He watched as you skipped down the hallway and disappeared into the kitchen before he retrieved your gift and followed suit.
You were sitting on the couch with homemade hot cocoa when he finally got there and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you.
If you’d let him…he’d gladly wake up to that sight every day for the rest of his life.
"Ok, come on!” you squealed. "I’ve had to keep this a secret for three months! If I have to wait any longer, I’ll die.“
He chuckled but sat down beside you anyway and accepted the mug you offered him…relishing in the way that you scooted closer to him.
He loved that about you.
It was like whenever he was around you… you just got closer and closer.
Like a little warm, squishy, soft nest all the time.
He adored it and you.
"Since you woke me up so early…” he trailed mischeviously. "You have to open first.“
It never took much convincing and he knew that so he wasn’t surprised when you savagely ripped the box apart and dramatically fell back on the couch clutching it to your chest.
"PJs!!!!” you whispered in delight.
Bucky knew of your unhealthy obsession of cute pajamas…and he knew it well.
“Thank you, Bucky!” you gasped surging forward and locking your arms around his neck.
A peppering of kisses all over his face- save for the lips and he was almost beet red.
“Ok, your turn!” you said.
Bucky slowly and carefully unwrapped the little present before he was greeted with a soft, intricate hand made creation.
“It’s for your arm!” you gushed holding your hands over your mouth in excitement.
He was just staring at it and you almost thought you’d messed up.
“My arm?” he asked.
“Yeah…” you said cautiously. “You see , you just..”
You gently took the creation from him and slid the warm, cozy knitted sleeve up and over his metal arm before the attached strap slung across his chest buttoned into place.
Beautiful blues fading into whites that you thought just matched Bucky Barnes in every way.
He stared down at it in wonder.
“Bucky, I -” you said suddenly self conscious about it. “If you don’t like it, it’s ok. I didn’t mean to upset y-”
You never got to finish your sentence because he’d basically attacked you with a warm, fierce kiss.
“This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” he breathed against your lips when you finally pulled away. "I’m never taking it off.“
"Whoa…” you giggled from the kiss. “Merry Christmas to me!”
“What?” he laughed.
“Cute pjs AND a smexy Bucky?” You asked with glee. "Santa Clause IS real!“
"I’m also never letting you go.” Bucky said going in for a second kiss.
“Joy to the world! The lord has- mmph!”
And your lips were promptly sealed with the sweetest of Christmas kisses.
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