pov- imagines

BIRTHDAY BOY- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of some other characters, alpine and my fav fanfiction dog: thorgi
warnings: none
about: a prompt: Person A is a grouch about birthdays so Person B decides to throw them a birthday party with just their pet(s) present.
a/n: okay okay so i totally imagine bucky liking this better than a huge birthday party, and also thorgi is a corgi that is named thorgi and i always include in fanfics because i dream of him
okay so i am aware it is nowhere near bucky's birthday but i wrote this so here you go lol
i really liked this at first but i think i've read it too much because i'm kind of really not liking it anymore

you're buzzing nervously, hands hovering over the food you'd made and the gifts you'd positioned on the table. a small smile pulls at your lips when you scan the array for the nth time and decide it's perfectly adequate for your boyfriend. your oven dings, and you turn around to look at it, the smell of the warm dessert rushing up to your nose. grinning, you turn and head to the kitchen, the subsequent pattering of your pets' paws following your excited footsteps. "oh, oh this smells good, doesn't it, thorg?" you ask while putting on oven mitts, glancing at your dog, who sniffs the air happily as he sits next to you.

you open the oven, eyeing the pie you baked and biting your lip. you pull it out, careful to not burn your hands, and place it on top of your stove. alpine leans over from her place on the counter, staring at the pie for a few seconds before looking back at you. "looks good, huh, alpine?" she meows in response, sitting down as her tail swishes around. you look at it for a few more moments, grinning at how perfect it looked.

"d'you think daddy will like it?" you query anxiously, eyes flitting between your two fur babies. thorgi wags his tail at you, giving you a quiet dog noise in response, and alpine meows again. you take it as a yes. "that's good... i had to learn how to bake," you say with a light laugh, poking a toothpick into the pie to make sure it was fully baked. humming when it comes out clean, you cover it with a towel and put it back into the turned-off oven.

"okay, okay," you mumble, going over everything you'd done in your head. "cake? no, sam's surprising him with it tomorrow, favorite dinner? done. plum pie? done. uh- something's missing, i'm forgetting something." you look around yourself, eyeing alpine and thorgi. you squint at them.

thorgi grunts at you, sitting down.

"clothes," you suddenly realize, looking down at your food-stained clothing. "thank you, thorg," you say, reaching down to scratch behind his ears and rushing to your room. you're barely in the living room again before the front door's doorknob is jiggling and the door is opening, your soldier's foot inside the apartment while your jeans are covered in flour. thorgi is walking to the door, in no particular hurry, and alpine has already pranced to the couch next to you, looking at you and then bucky as if to say, 'he's here.'

"bucky!" you exclaim, the clothes you set apart for today forgotten when your boyfriend smiles at you. he shuts the doors behind him, greeting you with a kiss when you get closer to him.

"hey doll," he murmurs, ignoring the bags in his arms to hug you. "how's your day been?" he questions, pecking your lips again and making you giggle.

"good. how about yours, birthday boy?"

bucky shrugs, "like you'd expect. sam's called me old about five times already, 'says he won't blame you if you put me in a home." you chuckle, trying to help him with the bags but huffing when he refuses. he walks toward the kitchen, pausing when he sees what you've done. "i see you've been busy," he comments teasingly, pushing some things aside to set down the groceries you'd asked him to get.

"ah, you haven't even seen the worst of it. i've had to clean the kitchen like three times already," you inform, grabbing his hand when it's free. he hums when you press your lips to his, his other hand reaching up to tug your jaw closer. "ah, ah, i still have to show you something," you say, pulling away and watching him groan.

"i really hope it's what i'm thinking-"

you push his shoulder gently, "bucky!"

"it's my birthday!" he points out, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you in again.

"i know," you whisper, "which is why-" you draw back, tugging on his hand, "i have something for you."

thorgi barks suddenly, and you both turn to see your pets sitting next to each other, clearly bothered. you laugh when you realize what they want, pushing your shoulder into bucky's chest, "they're upset you didn't say hi to them," you explain, letting go of bucky's hand.

"i'm sorry," he starts, crouching down to be closer to them, "how rude of me," he whispers, petting alpine's head and rubbing thorgi's belly when he turns. alpine sits elegantly when she decides she's forgiven bucky, hopping onto the counter next to you to rub at your arm.

"hi honey," you coo at her, rolling your eyes playfully when bucky responds immediately, "hey sweetheart."

"i think he's happy," bucky notes after a few seconds of thorgi's happy wiggling, standing to his towering height and tilting his head at you, "what smells so good?" your eyes brighten impossibly at him.

"oh, my surprise, look," you instruct, grabbing his hand again to lead him to the dining room. "ta da!" you cheer, extending your arms to showcase your work, "your birthday party! i made your favorite food and a bunch of cookies and plum pie- it was going to be way bigger, but you've never really liked that, and i convinced tony to make it smaller and not actually on your birthday so you could rest and celebrate it with alpine and thorgi and me- like you said you wanted last year," you ramble, scanning bucky's face for his thoughts.

"d'you like it?" you question, nerves dissipating into nothing when bucky's face breaks out in a grin and he embraces you again, lifting you off your feet by accident.

"it's perfect, doll. thank you."

"of course," you promise, pressing your lips all over his face. "you deserve the best."

when he puts you down, you cringe at the flour you leave on his attire, trying to swat it away, "i'm sorry, i meant to go change into something nicer-"

bucky shakes his head, "no, no, you look great. and it's my birthday so i say don't change. never change."

you shake your head at him, chuckling, "you're so cheesy," you inform, kissing his nose. "c'mon, birthday boy, let's celebrate you."