#bucky barnes headcanon
Spending Hanukkah With Bucky.
- His favourite part is spending around you.
- And the presents are runner up.
- Loves singing songs with you.
- Even if it’s a ‘kids’ game, he’ll play the dreidel game with you.
- Is an amazing cook so he does most of the food.
- Potato pancakes and jam-filled donuts are his favourite since they remind him of his childhood.
- Bucky would let you light the Menorah each night so long as he can the following year.
- He consumes the most donuts out of everyone.
- Is strict when it comes to other people doing the cooking because he can only trust himself with it.
- beef brisket and cinnamon apple cakewalk are his specialties since those were the first things he learnt to cook.
* Bucky and Sam fighting in fury’s Office after dealing with zemo *
Bucky: Sam’s a little bitch
Fury : WELL YOU’RE A BIG BITCH
Quote from
Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader
Modern!AU
Words: 1100
Summary: When your friend started dating a new guy, you didn’t think much of him, yes he was a biker, covered in tattoos, yes he had very similar friends, yet Steve was a good man, during a meeting you managed to catch the eyes of Bucky, and that’s when your life changed.
When Sharon started dating Steve, you had your doubts.
She often told you she only agreed to go out with him because he was dangerous. “Every girl likes a wild bad boy they cannot tame.” is what she said.
Although you didn’t agree with her reasoning you did agree. Every girl liked a bad boy. You just felt bad for Steve, he didn’t deserve this treatment. You only met him once when he picked up Sharon, although he had a hard exterior, the man was full of muscle and ink under his skin, yet his eyes were gentle and kind, and he spoke with such respect and kindness.
Sharon didn’t deserve Steve, even if she was your friend, you wished her happiness, but Steve was way too good for her, especially after hearing her reasons for dating him.
Steve invited you to a get together with his friends, he explained that two of his single friends will be there. And although you tried to decline, he managed to get you to agree.
So, you stood in front of your mirror, applying your make up, hair done and you already had your dress on. You were nervous but excited at the same time.
But, in the end, you decided to just have a good time.
When you arrived at the bar, Steve was already there but Sharon wasn’t, you noticed two men with Steve.
“Hi.” you said with a kind smile.
“Oh, Y/N! Lovely to see you! Come, these are my friends, Bucky and Sam.” both of them greeted you, Sam had a huge smile on his face, Bucky was more reserved as you noticed. You introduced yourself to them as Steve left to get you a drink.
The two were just like Steve, bikers, tough guys, but still kind. Both were covered in tattoos, Sam even had some on his neck, they both looked very very sexy.
They looked exactly like the kind of men your mother warned you about, and now you wanted it even more.
Sam loved to talk but he didn’t flirt with you, no he flirted with you FOR Bucky. He kept on saying how amazing Bucky is, how he wants to take you on a date and so on. You didn’t know what to say, since that wasn’t what Bucky was saying at all. He kept shaking his head and apologizing for his friend.
Then Sharon arrived, she and Steve, of course, being the only couple started to hit it off, while you spoke to Bucky and Sam, well more to Sam but Bucky was also there, paying a lot of attention.
You constantly noticed him just looking at you, not behind you, no one was behind you, you checked.
Then he stood up to get another round when Sam spoke up.
“He really does like you, I know.”
“He didn’t even speak to me.” your tipsy mind making it easier to speak.
“Maybe, but I can see it in his eyes, and I have known him for a long time, He never looked at a woman like he is looking at you.
You were doubtful, even made a face. You were about to respond when another pink cocktail landed in front of you, making you forget everything you wanted to say.
Four more pinky cocktails later, you were not wasted, but tipsy enough to laugh a bit louder, talk more freely and dance.
And oh boy, did you dance a lot.
You just grabbed Sharon and danced until your feet hurt or you got sobered up a bit and needed another drink.
You had a fun night.
But now you faced a little problem. You needed to go home and you hated taxis or uber…
“I can drop you off.” said a voice behind you as you were checking your phone for buses.
You turned around to find Bucky standing right behind you, with his bike keys in his hand.
“Oh, but you drank too.”
“I did but I stopped a while ago so I am sober now. Let me drop you off unless you are scared.”
“Scared? Me? Don’t make me laugh.”
You were never scared of vehicles.
Ever.
But sitting behind him, holding onto his waist… now that was a different thing. That made you extremely nervous.
Bucky was a really, really handsome man. He could have anyone so to be close to him like this, made you feel some kind of way.
Although he was rather quiet and reserved, he had a strong aura around himself. He looked like someone who was hard to approach, yet his eyes were so kind and his body was so warm, even in the cold evening, you could feel it radiating off of him.
When he arrived at your place, he helped you off your bike, you expected him to leave immediately but he didn’t.
“Thank you for the ride,” you said.
But he didn’t reply, he just looked at you, made you wonder if you had something on your face.
“Sam didn’t lie you know. About me liking you.” you didn’t know how to react or what to say. So you just stood there like an idiot, just staring at him and him staring at you. For a moment you thought you only imagined it, that he didn’t say anything. Maybe it was the shots you took playing with your mind.
“Huh?” was all you could manage and it made him laugh.
“I like you.” he was so straightforward.
“B-but…we just met, how can you be so sure?”
“I just have a feeling, so will you let me take you out on a date?”
Who would say no to that?
—
You were anxious. Nervous. Extremely nervous.
Your date with Bucky was today, he would be at your place to pick you up at any moment.
You tried to look nice, did your hair, make up and wore nice clothing to impress him. You were trying way too hard, but a man like him is worth it.
And soon, maybe way too soon, you heard the recognizable sound of a motorbike stopping by your place.
This was it, you took a deep breath as your phone rang.
You didn’t pick up, instead grabbed your jacket and headed out.
Seeing him leaning against his bike, wearing dark jeans and a tight top did something to you.
And he smiled. Gosh, his smile was amazing.
It made you realize that there was nothing to worry about, you smiled back, and you just knew what he meant, that feeling, because at that moment you felt it too. And you knew everything will be okay.
Happiness.
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Bucky barnes headcanons
- Gay, he was back in the 40’s and he is now
- Ace, (after so long he just stopped feeling sexual attraction, it’s just gone)
- He was flirting with Sarah to make Sam jealous
- He has an amazing gaydar. Mostly for lesbians actually
- He figured Sarah was bi or another m-spec identity
- She’s Omni
- She was going along with Bucky cause she liked him and Sam together
- Learns languages super easily
- He is so curious, he loves to read/hear about stuff, especially science
- Still waiting to drive a flying car
- Tries to repay the wakandans
- Him and shuri vibe
- She sends him actual paper letters about discovery’s she’s made
- Bucky loves reading them and learning all about it and Shuri loves to talk about it
- Bucky really gets back into reading and like a lot
- He reads mostly fantasy because it’s the one that has the least ties to things that he doesn’t like and he honestly is a soft spot for like ROM come styled books
- When he found out the hobbit was the movie he and Sam binged it all including the Lord of the ring series which he also loved
- He and Sam bake all the time all
- Does vist Wakanda every now and not as much as I feel like other people think but it’s a decent amount like every six months to year
- He mostly just hangs out be he also gets a check up on his head and arm to make sure he’s doing good
- He actually does go to a different therapist and gets better service
- He does get alpine, he found him wondering around the docks and never found the owners
- The Sam and Bucky banter is gold and they do it in a very playful and they always make sure they know each other’s feelings and actual things like that aren’t getting hurt because they’re both very sensitive people
Dating bucky barnes would include
- Many pet names but the most used one would be “doll” or “darling”
- He feels worried he may hurt you with his metal arm so you need to reassure him that he won’t hurt you
- Will still try to keep his metal arm away from you at first til he feels comfortable
- Once he feels comfortable that he won’t hurt you he will not try to keep it away from you as much
- You would probably be friends before dating because it may take him a while to get close/trust people
- Playing with his hair
- He would often surprise you with flowers
- Loves your smile and always does small things to make you smile
- You loving to see his smile
- Loves kissing you and will kiss you anywhere
- Tries to make you blush
- Falling asleep on him
- He’d tell you stories from the 40’s
- Teaches you how to dance like they did in the 40’s
- Trying to teach him more current dances
- Getting close to Sam and Steve
- Watching how he interacts with Sam’s nephews and it reminds you of one of the many reasons you love him
- Showing him shows/movies he has never had a chance to see
- He also likes to show you older movies that he liked to watch
- Adopting at least one cat
- Would feel very protective over you
- Reassuring him that he is not his past
- Waking up to comfort him after nightmares
Fate that wasn’t meant for you…
Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: After almost 50 years of separation, they finally reunite.
Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of death, emotional,
This is kinda inspired by the song ‘loch lomond’
Not Prof read so let me know of any mistakes I guess.
The minute steve marched back into the base without Bucky by his side gave it away.
Or maybe it was the fact that he was tearing up.
Either way, she wasn’t ready to hear it.
That he wasn’t ever going to come home again.
Well… at least until they ran into each other In Wakanda nearly 50 years later.
—-
Cold.
That’s what she felt.
The cold that resides in loneliness. Her soon to be husband was gone. She was alone.
He broke his promise.
She knelt in front of the army men, head down. She felt to numb to cry, so instead she just stared at the ground, her throat hurt too much to speak.
Steve knew how she felt, he felt the same way as her…
They were all friends sense birth, all with each other till the end of the line.
He dropped down with her, hugging her shaking form. Only then did her guard break down, releasing a stream of sobs. She’s never cried that hard before.
She hugged Steve back and they both clung to one and other for dear life.
He was going to be by her side through everything… he promised himself,
Which would soon be broken when she got kidnapped by hydra agents.
For weeks he searched,
But once he had to land the space craft into the ice,
Her and Bucky were lost to him,
Until recently.
—————
He found her first, during Ultron, she was kept with the twins.
Having the super solider serum, along with powers of her own. Once he got her to remember him, she explained everything that happened to him.
And then the grief that she pushed down, the Greif for Bucky, came back up.
Shortly after, she went to Wakanda, to be rehabilitated.
And it worked, She was getting her mind back. The Greif for her long lost fiancé never really left tho.
—-
After he found Bucky, he had to make sure he could fix what hydra did before she was aware that he was still alive.
When Bucky walked off that space craft, he felt the air shift. Maybe it was the new scenery? No, this was something he’s felt before.
Steve didn’t tell him she was alive, he wanted to get the annoying fighting out of the way first.
——————
“This is where you will be staying for during your visit Mr. Barnes. I trust you will find it comfortable”. T’Challa smirked as he turned and started to walk back to his home.
Bucky yelled a quick thank you, and started towards.
Suddenly, everything and nothing made sense.
It was her.
The her, that he never got to say goodbye to.
She turned around, dropping the things in her hands, body going limp with shock.
Both of their hair was longer.
Faces older.
But it was him. And it was her.
Their faces both dropped.
They both took small steps forwards, eyes never leaving each other’s.
When they were close, she reached up, and touched his cheek slowly.
His hand gently fell on top of hers, his movements also slow.
They didn’t speak, not for a few moments.
Seemingly understanding each other’s desire to just sit in remembrance.
When the moments did past, she was the first to speak.
“James?” Her voice cracked, as tears slowly pooled from her eyes. His weren’t dry either.
He said her name with the same flavor. It felt different. He hasn’t said it in years.
Their hands began to feel each other’s hands, arms, and faces.
“We both broke our promise”.
MFW
Steve, jolting awake at 3am: BUCKY WHAT THE HELL
Bucky :What?
Steve: WHAT WAS THAT FOR?
Bucky : SO ONLY ROOSTERS ARE ALLOWED TO WAKE YOU UP SCREAMING NOW HUH?
Steve :YES.
Bucky : too bad.
Bucky : *continues screaming*
Oh boy-
It’s about, you guessed it my updates…
I have a good thing to go off of from @omnomsauruswrites (thanks again love for helping my blank mind) which I’ll get to, probbaly within the next week.
have a requested for a Chris Evans imagine/one shot will be written soon!
And probably another Bucky update which will be angst (because that’s all I know how to write apparently) if not fluff.
Thank you for sticking with me, you all are so amazing <3
Empty -
I have a few ideas and zero motive to wirte which always sucks.
I do owe two headcanons (Sebastian Stan ones) which I’ll get to, promise.
But I do want more request, inspire me so I’m not losing my muse!
dreams, memories
pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader
genre: fluff, angst, smut (soulmate AU)
warnings: smut, talks about bucky’s past as the winter soldier
requested: nope
word count: ~2.6k
summary: bucky and y/n are soulmates. this is how they meet.
author’s note: hiya peeps! sorry for the big break, enjoy! editing this real quick: i JUST saw doctor strange, like i came back from the theatre 20 mins ago, and ive had this fic written since 2 days. the dreams and memories thing… i had no idea what a wonderful coincidence!
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“No!” Y/N screamed, waking up in cold sweat. She breathed heavily, looking down at her left arm, touching every part of it to make sure she was okay. Then she ran her palms over her face. “This is fucking ridiculous,” she muttered and got up from her bed. “Not again…” Her bed was covered in sweat. Turning on the air conditioner in her room to dry up her bed and also make it a little cool, Y/N left her room to make herself some late-night coffee.
The dreams she had every night were horrible. It was always from the point of view of a particular man; everyday, he was strapped to a chair and people, usually in white lab coats that made her think they were doctors, did disgusting and inhumane things to him. The screams of the man echoed in her head, mixed with her own screams. She was yet to know who the man was; the only thing she knew about him was the fact that he was her soulmate.
Example, person A and person B were soulmates. The way it worked was that person A’s memories would serve as dreams for person B and vice versa. So who was this man, who had such painful and abhorrent memories? She wondered if that person had dreams of her memories as well. Maybe he’d seen the time she had, once a long time ago, embarrassed herself on stage at a school function. Or the time she had thrown a party for her friends after getting first rank in an exam.
She had memories good and bad, as all people do, but her soulmate… it seemed as though he had been through more bad things than good. Sometimes, she saw memories of a science exhibition— specifically a flying car— but the exhibition seemed to have happened in a time so far back that it felt weird. Maybe it was a themed exhibition? Then other times, her dreams consisted of war; specifically, World War 2. She saw guns and explosives mostly used in that particular battle, and after confirming a few things from the internet…
Was her soulmate an old man?
If he had fought in the second World War, he must’ve been born in the early 1900s, and that would make him… above hundred?! Y/N choked on her coffee at the realisation and coughed, wiping her face. “My soulmate’s a hundred year old man?! What the fuck!” She hurriedly finished her coffee, kept the mug away and went back to her room, falling into a peaceful slumber.
—
“Morning, Barnes.”
Bucky nodded his head in greeting, making a beeline for the coffee machine. He’d woken up only 15 minutes ago. “How did you sleep, what kinda dream did you have?” Bucky looked at Steve, who was seated next to Sam. “A college lecture. The professor told a funny story and she laughed. Her laugh’s kinda cute.” Steve grinned. “That’s fucking amazing! Only if there was some way we could find out who this lady of yours is…” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, bringing the cup to his lips.
“She’s not mine yet, Steve, calm down.”
“What do you think about the dreams she must be having?” Sam quietly asked and Bucky’s head shot up. Of course, that thought hadn’t occurred to him at all! How horrifying were her dreams?! Was she getting proper sleep?! What if her dreams— his memories— kept her awake all night and scared the living crap out of her? “Fucking shit,” he cursed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck— if only we can find each other—” Steve got up to calm his best friend but Bucky kept his coffee-filled mug down, turning to the door. “I need a walk.”
He left the communal area and walked out of the Avengers Compound, running his fingers over his head. He’d never, ever even thought about what she must’ve been going through because of him; how thoughtless of him!
He still remembered the first night he’d had a dream. Back in the 40’s, he never dreamt, because of course, unbeknownst to him, Y/N wasn’t born yet. Years passed. HYDRA captured him and while in captivity, he had his first dream. It was an odd dream; the point of view was such that he realised his soulmate at the time… was a baby. Bucky tried not to think about it much. At least he was having dreams, and about such sweet things, too, a complete contrast to the situation he was in.
The dreams kept him going. He saw glimpses of humanity in those dreams of his, and the thought that the world outside was mostly a beautiful place, it helped immensely. Once more, years passed by like a breeze. His soulmate grew older; a teenager, a college student and soon, a working adult. By the time she became a working adult, Bucky had successfully joined the Avengers, no longer a part of HYDRA.
As he walked around aimlessly, his mind drifted in the opposite direction. While he had those lovely, humane dreams, what must his soulmate have gone through? From her birth, all that she must’ve seen were scenes of torture, him killing people in his mindless state, him forced to be in a confined room with no human contact other than the doctors and HYDRA workers… to have to see all that since a young age seemed a nightmare.
He couldn’t believe he had put his poor soulmate through all that. Then, another thought occurred:
What if she rejected him for all he made her go through?
Over the years, Bucky lost a lot. He gained a few things along the way too, no doubt, but he lost more than he gained. His early days were spent looking after his sister and Steve, then as a young adult, he was forced into war, and after that… well, HYDRA. Now he had a stable enough life; sure, he risked his life every now and then but hey, things were going pretty good as of late. All he wanted was to meet his soulmate, the woman destined to be with him, but things seemed difficult.
First off, he didn’t have a clue as to what her identity was. Sure he saw hints in his dreams, he noted them all down as well, but he could not pinpoint the woman. One time he found out she worked in retail, but which store? Which branch? No idea. Shaking his head, Bucky looked around. He saw a Starbucks nearby; remembering the fact that he hadn’t had his morning cup of coffee yet, he decided to get some.
Bucky entered the place, observing it as he walked up to the barista. After placing his order, he went to find an empty seat and finally sat at the table behind a lady who was talking on the phone. He kept quiet, unknowingly listening in on her conversation. “Yeah, I know, I just remembered this one time in class, remember how the professor told us that story about his kid?”
Bucky paused at that. “I know, the poor dude had to pay for messing with our professor! That story is seriously so funny, oh my God—” He abruptly stood up, his eyes wide. His dream that day, the professor in his dream, the story, her laugh— holy shit. It was her! Bucky turned and walked to her table, making her look up. Her eyebrows shot up in recognition. “Hey Jeannette, I’ll call you back,” she whispered and ended the call. “Mr Barnes, what can I do for you?”
“You, uh—” he stammered, “The story you were telling your friend right now— may I ask you something personal, miss?” the lady gestured to the empty seat in front of her and Bucky sat, running his fingers through his hair. “This one time in high school, you came first in a class test, a Geography test if I remember correctly— did you or did you not throw a party for your friends?”
The lady gasped. “I did! How do you know that?”
“And in elementary school, you were the host for a school function and completely butchered your lines.” Bucky watched as the lady covered her mouth. “H-How… unless…” He nodded. “Dreams. I had dreams, and I’m guessing you had those too.” So the horrid, unpleasant, godawful vile dreams… were hismemories.She should’ve at least guessed. “I’m sorry,” she blurted out, “I’m so sorry you had to suffer so much, I—”
“What are you apologising for?! It’s not your fault I went through all that, all the more, I should be sorry for giving you those terrifying dreams! Man, I feel awful…” To his surprise, the lady reached out and touched his arm. “It isn’t your fault you went through all that, either. At least the dreams will stop now, now that I’ve met you.” Bucky hoped that was the case. He clicked his tongue.
“Ah! Uh, what’s your name?”
“Y/N Y/L/N.”
He gave her a small smile just as his name was called by the barista. “Join me,” she whispered to him and he agreed, getting up to get his coffee. For the first 2 minutes, there was complete silence between the two as each finished their own drink. “So the exhibition wasn’t themed after all, it actually took place back in the day,” she jabbered and Bucky met her eyes. “You saw the Stark Expo in your dream? With Howard’s flying car?” Y/N gasped. “Howard? So it was actually Howard Stark’s Stark Expo? That’s cool!” Bucky heaved a sigh of relief. “At least you had good dreams, too…”
“Plenty of ‘em! In a lot of those I saw this blond, skinny kid— that was Captain America, right? I’ve heard that you two are childhood besties.” Bucky chuckled. “We are, as you referred to us, childhood besties. Steve had asthma growing up, wasn’t even allowed to join the military but he never gave up, even illegally trying to get in. Swear to God, I’ve kept him outta trouble so many times—” Y/N laughed at his words.
“Why does that actually sound like something Captain America would do? Hey Mr Barnes, I also kinda wanna know: you had a sister, didn’t you?” He smiled at the fond memory. “Rebecca, my younger sister. Well, she kinda passed away a few years ago of old age, but—” Y/N smiled a bit too. “I’m sorry for your loss.” He waved in dismissal. “She lived a good life. Got married to a good guy, had kids, many grandkids…”
“Do you know any of them?”
“Not yet, no.”
Soon, they finished their coffee. “I gotta go to work now, how about we meet later?” Y/N packed up her things, swinging her backpack over her shoulder. “Of course, Ms Y/L/N.” They exchanged numbers and she waved at him as she walked out the front door. Bucky watched her go from the window; he’d finally met her. He wasn’t expecting her to be someone so kind, who didn’t blame him for all the dreams she had been having. On top of that, she was beautiful, too.
A kind soul, and kind looks. He couldn’t wait to meet her again.
—
“Stop moving.” Bucky froze when he heard his girlfriend next to him. “Baby, I thought you were asleep,” he murmured, turning to face her only to see her already looking at him. She reached out, running her fingers over his head. “What’s keeping you up? It’s— 1:30 am, love,” Y/N yawned. Bucky wrapped an arm around her, tugging her closer. He’d wanted to do that in the first place, but seeing as she was asleep, he didn’t want to disturb her.
“Had a bad dream, woke up. I’m sorry.” She chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to his neck. “When was the last time? I think 4 months ago, right? New record. Like a thunderstorm, if the time between your bad dreams is getting longer, that means they’re going away.” Bucky smiled at that as well. “Nice comparison, doll. I think they are, all because I found you.”
She scoffed at that. “I can’t take all the credit, Bucky, you’ve been diligently and regularly going to therapy, that is helping a lot.” He clicked his tongue and gave her a smooch on the lips. “That’s helped, for sure, but you’ve helped more. I look at you… and know it’s going to be alright. I hold you every night, and I know you’re safe— I’m safe— and I don’t think bad thoughts.”
She smiled lazily and burrowed closer to him. “8 months of this sap, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Bucky stuttered indignantly as Y/N closed her eyes. “You little shit— I thought I was being cute!” Y/N burst out laughing. “It was cute, but it was also sappy. Now goodnight, Bonky, I gotta sleep.” He muttered under his breath, “Stop calling me that.”
Then cheekily, his hand trailed down her waist, all the way to her— “Bucky! Now?” Y/N squeaked as his finger flicked her clit. “I’m not sleepy yet, plus look, you’re so wet…” Y/N moaned a little as his metal fingers ran up and down her folds, their coolness being a contrast to her warm cunt. He pushed two digits in, hissing in pleasure. “So warm, feel so good…” he uttered as Y/N twitched next to him, desperately trying to hold herself back. A few minutes passed.
“I know you wanna cum, my love, with the way your fucking cunt is clenching around my fingers so I suggest you do so immediately, I don’t wanna repeat myself,” Bucky spoke cockily. Y/N obeyed and let go, coming all over his fingers as he slowly made her ride her high. “Bucky,” Y/N whimpered when he brought his digits to his mouth for a taste. “Take off your shorts,” he rasped and she did, while Bucky also tugged his off.
Then he climbed on top of her, the blankets still over them, and slid home in one fluid motion. Both of them moaned at the sensation; it had been 8 months but Y/N felt like she was never going to get adjusted to his size. “Fuck, Y/N, my pretty baby,” Bucky groaned, leaning in to press his lips to her forehead. Somehow he simply stayed there; his hips rolled over hers lazily, both of them being tired in the middle of the night.
Even Y/N didn’t say anything; she felt like she was in heaven, and after one more orgasm, she’d definitely fall asleep in an instant. And that was exactly what happened; Bucky’s lips left her forehead and he buried his face in her shoulder, biting down to muffle his sounds of pleasure. “I’m so close, darling.” She hummed along. They let go at the same time; Bucky pulled out of her, stroking himself a couple times before spilling his release over her thigh.
Y/N’s legs shook as she came for a second time. Bucky then threw the blankets off of them, and got up to bring a towel to clean both him and Y/N up. But by the time he returned with the towel, Y/N had already fallen asleep, even snoring a bit. He laughed a little at that. Bucky sat next to her and gently cleaned her up, pulling down her t-shirt that had ridden up.
It was his tank top to begin with, that she’d stolen because it was “way more comfortable than any she owned” but he loved it when she stole his clothes, so he only pretended to be annoyed. Putting on his shorts again, Bucky lay next to her and wrapped her in his arms, kissing her bare shoulder. “Sweet dreams, doll.”
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a/n: thanks for reading! leave a like if you enjoyed! also side note— sebastian stan looked amazing at the met gala lmao
Hey yeah I’ve got this sad, dumb headcanon about Bucky and food, and I’m gonna put it below a cut because it could be triggering, so yeah.
Why must you break me this way, sloth
“We’re here when you’re ready.”
still, the glimmer of hope on the path to recovery my babyyy ❤❤❤
