With 2017 coming right around the corner, I figured I should start the year doing something new.
I’ve been brainstorming a lot, and something I’ve always wanted to do is run a store!
I’m going to start a Redbubble within the new year, but I need help!
I need to know some things YOU GUYS want to see! (Note: I will be creating graphic design shirts and not original art because I can’t even draw a straight line…yet.)
So, please drop me an ask, reply to this post, or reblog it letting me know if you’re interested in me opening a RedBubble and what you would like to see in the store!
Thanks guys, and hope you’re all having a Happy December ovo/)
Note: since it’s the month of all things jolly and festive, here’s something I jotted down while I take a tiny break from writing Mission Impossible! feel free to leave feedback! .c
Bucky x Reader
❄️ Christmas Shopping ❄️
It’s December and that meant Christmas is just around the corner. I loved this time of year. It was cold so that meant I got to cuddle with Bucky and wear comfy sweaters and drink tons of hot chocolate. I could even watch an unhealthy amount of Christmas movies and not be judged for it.
My favorite part about Winter was Christmas shopping. I loved buying my friends and family gifts. Though, I’m stuck with mostly friends now. It was sad for me at times during Christmas, considering my family didn’t associate with me anymore.
I didn’t let that stop me from enjoying myself and the company of wonderful people, though.
I was currently Christmas shopping with Bucky, which is hard because I want to buy him gifts, as well. That would ruin the surprise if he saw me putting things in the cart that are meant for him.
Bucky was busy looking at a leather jacket, a small smile on his face. He proceeded to run his fingers down the material, before his hand grasped the hanging price tag with festive ribbon tying it to the zipper. Bucky’s eyes widened and his mouth formed a frown as he read the price.
I laughed softly, shaking my head. I definitely had to get that jacket for him. Price was no matter for me. Tony pays me well beyond imaginable and Bucky is the love of my life. I’ll have to come back later to claim it. There’s no way he’d let me buy this in front of him. It’ll be my little secret.
I turned back to mass amounts of ties. Tony had mentioned he needed a whole new set. I opted for a solid black one, two different blues, and a bright red one. Bucky walked over to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He swayed back and forth, leaning some of his weight on me.
I giggled, setting Tony’s ties in the shopping cart along with a bunch of other gifts for my teammates. “Doll, you’ve gotten so much!” Bucky said, surprise on his face. I hummed, moving my way over to the men’s sweater area. Steve was in need of a few sweaters and I knew it was crazy to buy clothing items, but the sentimental gifts were next.
Bucky followed behind me like a little puppy. “I like to give, Bucky. You know that.” I said with a smile. My eyes fell on a navy blue sweater and I gasped. “Do you think he’d like this?” I asked Bucky, my fingers sliding down the material.
I looked at the price tag, almost squealing when I saw that it was on sale. “This is a steal!” I giggled, gently placing it in the cart. “He’ll love it.” Bucky said, kissing my temple. I slightly blushed and rolled my eyes. “Your kisses make me giddy, stop that.” I said, smiling.
Bucky pulled me closer and kissed my lips now, holding my waist. I was taken by surprise and those are his favorite kisses to give. I gently held Bucky’s cheeks, my cold hands rubbing against his stubble. We pulled away, our lips red from the blood rushing into them.
I blushed harder and turned away, clearing my throat. “Aw, Doll, look at you! You could lead Santa’s sleigh this year with those red cheeks!” Bucky chuckled, rubbing my back. I groaned playfully and walked to the women’s section. I skimmed my eyes over the lingerie and Bucky cleared his throat to get my attention.
I turned to Bucky and he was holding up a lingerie set. It was red lace and had white faux fur around the edges. Hanging off of it was a small Santa hat. I covered my mouth to hold in my laugh. “You’ve gotta get this.” Bucky said, searching for my size. He found it and smiled, bringing it over to me.
Shaking my head, I grabbed it from him. “Absolutely not, Bucky.” I laughed softly, hanging it back up. I heard Bucky groan and turned to see him holding up a green lace one with an elf hat attached. “What about this one then? You can be Santa’s little helper.” Bucky muttered lowly, biting his lips.
I sighed and got them both, tossing them in the shopping cart, quickly leaving this section. Bucky smiled proudly and gave me a light tap on my butt, smirking.
It was finally Christmas and everyone had opened their gifts from me, absolutely loving them. Steve quickly slipped his shirt off, tossing it onto Tony’s head. We all laughed and Tony groaned, tugging Steve’s shirt off of his face, quickly fixing his hair.
I snorted as Steve quickly pulled on his new sweater and watched as he ran his hands over the soft and warm material. “I love it, Y/N! Thank you!” Steve said, engulfing me in a tight hug. I hugged him back, giggling. “It’s no problem, Steve.” I said softly.
It was Bucky’s turn to open his gifts. I had gotten him a knife, a case for it, a new gun holster, a few sweaters, and now it was time for the biggest gift of all. The one his eyes lit up at seeing, the one he became sad over because the price was all too much for him to ever spend on himself or anyone to buy for him.
I waited nervously after he got done happily freaking out over the gun holster. He opened his last bag, a wide smile on his face. The smile that makes his eyes wrinkle half closed, his cheeks glow with blush, and his teeth shine brightly.
He gasped upon holding up the leather jacket he had wanted. “Y/N, you didn’t.” He whispered, a smile tugging at his plump lips. I nodded slowly, happiness and excitement bubbling in my stomach. “I did.” I squealed, bouncing in place with the growing butterflies in my stomach.
Bucky quickly stood up and slipped off his thin jacket and put on the leather jacket he loved so much. It was a perfect fit and I knew he’d look sexy with it when he went riding on his motorcycle. “It looks great, Buck!” Steve said, smiling like Bucky and I were. Everyone complimented Bucky and thanked me again for their gifts.
I shyly walked over to Bucky, pulling up the zipper for him, leaving some space open near his neck. “You look so handsome in this.” I said, a light blush creeping onto my cheeks. Bucky pulled me in for a kiss and tangled his hand in my hair, holding me tightly. “Thank you so much, Doll. For everything.” I smiled and kissed his cheek. “Merry Christmas, Bucky.”
Note: this was so cute. aw. I hope you guys enjoyed this little treat! .c
I haven’t posted a home picture in a while, so here is one of the corners above my bed. I love to mix different greens and flowers that you normally wouldn’t put together. I finally found a shop that carries Eucalyptus branches all year round so I apologize in advance for the abundance of pictures featuring it. http://ift.tt/2h7AWov
There, I said it. But it doesn’t mean what you think it means. It doesn’t mean I want to deprive you from your friends and family. It means I want to feel like you want me to be part of your daily life just like they are. I want you to bring me to family holidays so your great aunt can ask about my name. I want you to hold my hand while we’re sitting on the couch of your grandparents house and they’re telling stories about you when you were four years old. I don’t want you to hold me. I want you to figure out how my body works and show me affection. I want your hand on my back, asking me about the scar on the back of my arm. I want you stroking my hair while you tell me all the things you think about late at night. I don’t want you to coddle me. I don’t want you to constantly text me. I just want you to tell me when you make it home so I know you’re safe for the night. I want you to tell me about the bad day you had and how you found out your grandpa has cancer. I want to know how all of this makes you feel. I don’t want be another “needy” girl to you. I want to be entirely yours, and most of all, I need to know that you are entirely mine.
Wrap your arms around me, I’ll wrap my arms around you, and for just a little while, we can pretend the rest of the world doesn’t exist.
For a little while, we can disappear.
Now that’s what I call magic.
i let him inside last night, it was cold,
the blood on the living room carpet is mine
not his, his chipped china face
shouldn’t be there, his sing-song voice
shouldn’t echo where it doesn’t belong.
he shouldn’t belong here.
i let him closer to my heart than any other
childhood memory martyr,
any other missing fragment, fractured
glass shard fingernails digging into flesh,
this mighty muscle has become so raw
i doubt healing will be an option.
i miss him. i miss feeling fields of strawberry lips
swaying, lulling me to sleep in his arms,
strong trees that planted roots among my own.
“its only dirt” he’d said,
but this dirt was my only home.
i can’t plant flowers here anymore.
his roots sucked the soil dry, void of happiness,
i can’t grow gardens anymore. spots of orange light
still shine through drawn curtains,
but the setting sun is not enough. this isn’t enough.
it was never enough.
i was never enough.
i dont love you anymore but i still see you in my sleep sometimes. i keep thinking about how in love we were and how many chances i gave you and how many times you let me down. the hardest thing to do is leave someone you love, but by the time i left, there was nothing about you worth loving.
It’s so sad to me that this generations idea of romance is centered around texts. I don’t want you to just text me. I want you be curious about me, I want you to watch me and discover all of my little quirky details. I want you to sit with me in my car in the middle of the night while I yell about the bad day I had. I want to hold hands in the movies. I want little kisses between sentences. I want you to fall for me– but not for my words that appear on your phone screen. I want you to discover me.