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buckys-little-belle · 2 years

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A Couple Bucky Headcannons That I Came Up With And Think About Often

Bucky x Little!Reader

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Bucky always buys you a sweater from a gift shop wherever he is on a mission. You have sweaters from all over the world, in a host of different colours and prints. Your favourite is definitely the big green one that he picked up in Ireland, it’s a size too big because Bucky was in a rush, so it’s the perfect cozy sweater.

Bucky always brushes your teeth for you, I don’t know I just feel like he does. He sits you on the bathroom counter, gets your toothbrush, makes sure he uses your favourite toothpaste and then brushes your teeth, his hand resting lightly on your jaw to keep your face forward. Sometimes if you’re being impatient or fidgety he will sing a random song to keep you occupied, humming most of the words and singing a few here and there.

When Bucky asked you to move in with him he made sure to turn his home office, that was never used and only there because sam furnished his apartment, into a little room just for you. A bed covered in sheets of your favourite colour, stuffies in netted hammocks in the corner, a large reading chair that he could curl up and read in with you, a soft rug that you could play on, and tons and tons of toys. You didn’t ask for it, assuming you would just hide your little things in a closet or under the bed, but Bucky wanted you to be super comfortable and have your own space.

Bucky is definitely the type of caregiver to just give into your every want, “Can we get dis colouring book?” his response is yes, even if you have the exact same one at home, “What about dis stuffy?” Of course you can have it, how could he say no to his baby. He was given a payout from hydra, well the legal team that dealt with what was left of hydra, and he hated using it on himself, he felt like he didn’t deserve nice things, so it all went to you. He was pretty much making himself happy by buying you things, your smile and your attention was easily enough payment for things that went wrong.

The apartment fridge? Covered head to toe in drawings and colouring pages, it looks wallpapered at this point. He has to regularly buy more and more magnets to keep up with your art work. Sam told him it’s okay to throw the old pictures out but Bucky couldn’t live with himself if he did. He’s thinking about investing in a filing cabinet specifically for your drawings but he just hasn’t gotten around to it.

Bucky’s biggest pet peeve when it comes to you is your socks, they are always miss matched. He buys you socks all the time, pretty ones, pretty PAIRS of socks. But there you are walking around with an orange sock and a captain america sock, he doesn’t understand how there is any correlation between the two but you insist they match … in a way. He just genuinely can’t get over it, for some reason it just bothers him like crazy. He won’t admit it to anyone but he has changed your socks while you sleep, it helps him sleep at night.

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delusionalwriterr · 2 months

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Gym Buddy

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a hard time keeping your eyes off of your gym crush.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: none

A/N: Shoutout to my gym girlies out there, this one's for you 🫵🏻

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“What are we hitting today?” your friend asks you as you both enter the gym. You look over to the receptionist and greet him with a smile. Adjusting the gym bag on your shoulder, you turn to your friend and shrug.

“I was thinking legs?” you suggest as the two of you head to the locker area. You usually go to the gym alone, but today was thankfully one of the rare occasions your schedule aligned with your friend’s so you took this opportunity to invite her to the gym with you— something you used to do back when you were still in college.

Your friend nods in response before beginning to stuff her locker with the stuff she didn’t need, you mirroring her actions. “Quads, hams, glutes, or all of the above?” she chuckles, pulling out her shaker bottle and scooping in some pre-workout.

“I did quads last time, are you cool with hams and glutes?” you ask to which she nods again. “But you can do quads if you want.”

This time she shakes her head, “Nah, you know me. I can never say no to a good glute workout.” She turns to her side and nudges your hip with hers, drawing a chuckle from you.

You walk towards the workout area, your eyes scanning the room and immediately stopping by the benches. You feel your heart hammer in your chest as you watch him do bench presses— his chest puffing out and leaving no room for imagination thanks to the compression shirt he was wearing.

Bucky Barnes started going to your gym a few months ago, and to say you were shocked to see him there the first time was an understatement. Not that you were complaining though, but you practically fell off the treadmill you were using when you saw him walk in for the first time donning an oversized shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and a baseball cap.

Safe to say that he is definitely your gym crush, and you would be lying when you say that you look forward to going to the gym just to see if he was there.

Your gaze stayed on him as your friend led you to the Smith machine. You glance at his face, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and mouth letting out huffs of breath as he raises the 100kg dumbells above him.

Goddamn.

Your attention is brought back to your friend as she begins loading the bar with a few weights to start your first exercise. You snap out of your daze and help her by loading up the other side before finally beginning.

Taking turns, the two of you did a few sets of back squats, but your mind was definitely elsewhere. You desperately tried not to look at Bucky for too long, afraid that your friend might notice or worse, you get caught by Bucky staring at him.

“Okay, what’s up? I feel like you left your brain back at home,” your friend joked as you took a break before starting your next exercise. You roll your eyes, taking a swig from your water bottle, ignoring her question.

Your eyes subconsciously trail to Bucky, once again. This time, he was hunching over the bench as he stared at his phone, chest rising and falling at a steady pace. Your friend follows your gaze and hums in realization.

“Ah, I see,” she pipes up with a smirk on her face, “you got hots for the Avenger.”

You laugh softly, turning back to her and shrugging your shoulders. “Guilty as charged.”

“Why don’t you go for it?” she pesters, causing you to rapidly shake your head. “No way, I’m scared he might just glare at me or something.”

She scoffs before beginning to look for other plates to load the smith machine. She looks around your area only to find none that would suffice for your next exercise. So she scans the gym in search of heavier plates only to find a stack of 25’s that were conveniently placed beside Bucky.

She smirks before trudging her way towards him despite your attempts to pull her back. “Come back here!” you whisper sharply, but ultimately give up once she reaches him.

You see her gently tap Bucky on the shoulder, prompting the super soldier to turn and face her. You feel your whole body tense and your face starts to heat up. You watch as your friend points to the stack of plates beside Bucky and you see him nod and begin to stand up.

Oh god, is he coming over here? You thought to yourself. Sure enough, you see your friend and Bucky each pick up a plate and head towards your direction. Your eyes briefly meet his, causing you to turn away and act busy by scrolling through your phone.

You feel your heartbeat quicken as you see them grow closer through your peripheral until they are standing right in front of the machine. “Thank you so much!” your friend smiles as they both load the weights onto the bar. “I would’ve asked my friend to help me out, but the pre-workout hasn’t kicked in for her, you know?” she jokes, earning a soft chuckle from Bucky and a glare from you.

“It’s no problem,” Bucky says, gaze shifting between the two of you, a shy smile on his lips. “Have a nice workout,” he adds, before heading back over to the benches.

Your friend turns to you, a wicked smile on her lips. “See? He won’t bite,” she chides, causing you to roll your eyes before heading to the machine to start RDLs. “Unless you’re into that sort of stuff,” she continues, earning a smack on the shoulder from you.

“I’m never working out with you again.”

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The next few days were not as uneventful as you’d hoped. You thought by going to the gym alone like you usually do would mean that you’d have more time to just subtly watch Bucky from across the room without worrying about any friends that would force you to interact with him.

But just a few days after your initial interaction with Bucky, you were put in a situation where you had the chance to look at him up close once again.

You were doing tricep pushdowns on the cable machine when you felt a hand tap you on the shoulder, causing you to jump. You turn around to meet the pair of blue eyes you so desperately gazed at all the time.

You were frozen in your spot as you took in how attractive he looked in his compression shirt, arms bulging by the sleeves. You were snapped out of your daze when you realized he was talking to you. “I’m sorry, what?” you asked sheepishly, removing one of your earphones.

Bucky smiled shyly in return. “Are you using the other cable?” he asked, pointing at the machine next to you. You shook your head, heat rushing to your face upon the thought of him working out beside you. “No, go ahead.”

He smiled again before positioning himself beside you and starting his workout. You tried your best not to get distracted by the godly sight next to you, but you didn’t muster enough courage to talk to him after that.

The next time you talk was the week after that. You were doing a particularly heavy set of dumbbell shoulder presses (while keeping note of Bucky somewhere behind you doing bicep curls). It was already your third set, and you were aiming to push out 12 reps until you started to feel your weaker arm give out.

You braced your core harder as you pushed yourself to get the last rep in until you saw Bucky drop the dumbbells he was holding to rush behind you. “I got you,” he mumbled, lightly placing his hands just below your triceps to give you stability.

You tried to ignore your heart that was hammering in your chest as you were finally able to fully lift the dumbbells over your head. You moved to lower them to put them down, but Bucky suddenly wrapped his hands on your wrists. “All you, give me one more.”

Jesus Christ.

You pushed yourself one more time, ignoring the pain in your shoulders as you gave it your all. Once you finally put the dumbbells down, you turned to him. “Thanks,” you smiled, which Bucky returned.

“No problem,” he replied, but before you could say anything else, he was already walking back to his spot to continue his set. You were extra energized to workout that day.

Which brings you to a week after that. You were just stepping out of your car when you spot Bucky getting off his bike. You subtly watch as he took his helmet off, and revel in the way he tied his hair into a small bun by the nape of his neck.

God, you were down bad.

You were too busy trying not to drool and fail to notice that he was actually staring back at you. It wasn’t until he gave you a shy nod when you snap back to reality and return the gesture but throwing him a sheepish wave.

“What are you training today?” he calls out as he watches you take your gym bag from the trunk of your car and slung it on your shoulder. “Oh, I’m doing pull today. What about you?” you ask, silently hoping he was planning to do the same.

“Mind if I join you?” he asks which practically made your heart do backflips. Trying to hide your giddiness, you give him a short nod as you and him begin to make your way inside the gym.

You enter and greet a few familiar faces as Bucky follows suit before stopping in front of the lat pulldown machine. “Are you okay with starting with this?” you ask.

“What, no warm up?” Bucky asks in return, prompting your cheeks to heat up. “I don’t warm up,” you start, “And before you lecture me, I know it’s bad… I’m just too lazy to do it.”

He chuckles softly at this as he begins to take off the sweatshirt he was wearing to reveal that he was wearing a muscle tee underneath, leaving almost no room for imagination. “S’okay. I’m too lazy to warm up sometimes too.”

You laugh as you take a seat in front of the machine, pick a favorable weight, and begin your set. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, the thought of Bucky Barnes standing just beside you to watch you do your set was both nerve wracking and motivating at the same time. Sure, you wanted to impress him with the amount of reps you could push out, but the way he was staring at you was also making your knees grow weak.

Thankfully, you finish your first set with minimal struggle before standing up and gesturing for him to go next. “That seemed a little too easy for you,” Bucky began, “I know you can lift heavier than that, doll.”

You try to ignore the way your stomach flipped upon hearing the pet name and reply with a playful scoff instead. You take a swig from your bottle as he starts his set. While lifting the whole stack, you admire the way his back muscles expand and contract without focusing too much on the soft grunts that were leaving his mouth.

Did it suddenly get too hot in here?

After a few more workouts and taking turns checking each other out, you both decide to end the day with a set of hammer curls. You watch in awe as he begins to work with a pair of 80kg dumbbells, making your weight look puny.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” you huffed as you continue your set. You see him slightly turn his head towards you in acknowledgment. “Given that you literally have a serum that makes you… you know, strong enough to lift a truck—“ he laughs at that, “why do you still work out?”

He ends his set and places his dumbbells back on the rack. “Well it sort of feels like therapy for me. When I go to the gym, it’s like— are you done with these?” he stops, pointing at the dumbbells you placed down while he was talking. You nod and before you could protest, he picks up the pair with one hand and places them back on the rack for you. “Anyway, when I go to the gym, I can forget about everything, you know? It feels nice to leave the rest of the world behind and pretend like everything is normal in my life,” he finishes.

Bucky lifts his metal arm in front of him. “This doesn’t really help with that though,” he adds, letting out a sad laugh. Your heart clenches at his sentiment, but before you know it, you blurt out, “Do you wanna get coffee after this?”

You widen your eyes at your sudden forwardness. A few weeks ago, you could barely approach him to ask help in re-racking weights, but you also never really imagined you would one day do pull with him, too. So this was sort of like a seize the day kind of thing.

Bucky, too, was caught off guard with your invitation. He never really talked to anyone when he went to the gym, preferring to just keep to himself, but there was something about you that pulled him closer. Maybe it was how friendly you were with everyone in the gym or how he saw you continuously push yourself to your limit in every exercise you do, but he was always intrigued by you.

His therapist told him to step out of his comfort zone more, so with a smile, he replies, “Only if you let me be your gym buddy from now on.”

Your smile reaches your ears as you offer him your hand, which he gladly took, “Deal.”

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A/N: This really gives off crack energy, but hope you liked it either way ◡̈

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #the winter soldier #the winter soldier x reader #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #marvel #the avengers #marvel headcannon

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lives-in-midgard · 1 month

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Bucky dating reader who has anxiety:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Request: Bucky with an anxious reader? my anxiety is acting up today and i’m just wondering what bucky would be like with a reader who has anxiety [See request here]

Y/N: Thank you for sending this! I hope you like it!

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Bucky is very protective and would always try to be there for reader as best as he can.

He notices immediately when you're feeling anxious.

Bucky is comforting you with hugs and cuddles.

Bucky would hold your hand when you get nervous.

When your leg starts bouncing, he would place his hand on your leg.

At a party Bucky sneakes away with you to get some fresh air.

You like to go for walks with Bucky, read something together, listen to music or watch your favorite show for comfort.

Bucky had the idea to mediate together because it helps him when he needs to relax and he thought that it could also help you.

Doing these things with you also helps Bucky a lot, especially because he also gets anxiety or feels down because of his past.

When you have trouble sleeping Bucky is there for you.

Bucky once surprised you with a stuffed White Wolf, so that when he is away you can cuddle with it.

When your anxiety gets worse and Bucky is not there with you, you text him.

Then Bucky calls you and hearing his voice always makes you feel better.

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stars-before-sunrise · 10 months

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(HCs) When they found out your ex was abusive

joel miller, miguel o'hara, jake lockley, bucky barnes

reader is: female

warning: mentions of past abuse

tag: @evyiione

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Joel Miller

Silent treatment. And then Joel's gone. He's out the door, God knows where. He probably went to cool off, not wanting to yell at you and accidentally say hurtful words. He's wiser anyway, he knew better. But you're worried. Worried that what you did was so stupid it broke the most important relationship of your life. Worried that you'll lose Joel and he'll hate you. So you spent the day cleaning the house, cooking, baking, doing everything that could show Joel that you're still worth it. Once Joel was back, he's surprised by the cleanest house he's ever seen, an incredible meal ready, and you, looking beautiful. Beautiful, but there's fear in your eyes. "Sweetheart, what's happenin'?" He asked. "I.. I cooked. I cleaned the house too.. oh, here," You walked up to him and took his coat. "Let me get that." It reminded Joel of the 70s, where women were still expected to do these things. He didn't like it one bit. It's not you at all. "What are you doing?" He whispered, concern filling his voice as he stopped your for a second. You blinked a few times, before the tears started. "Please don't leave me, Joel. I can be a good partner to you, I promise, I- I'll do anything you ask, just say it-" "Oh, sweetheart." Joel hugged you tight. That's when he realized something bad probably happened to you in your previous relationship. "I'm not leaving you. Ever." "But I- I thought-" "We were fighting, yea, but it's okay. Couples fight." He said, wiping your tears away. "And always remember that when we do fight, it's never me against you, okay? We're fighting against the problem."

Miguel O'Hara

He never realized it; the way you'd flinch every time he'd raise his voice. Miguel raised his voice a lot, that's just who he is, but he does get extra heated when he's angry. And you're a fighter, you're not soft, so he didn't expect it from you. It wasn't until Lyla pointed it out that he started noticing. "Cariño, I.." You turned your head towards him. "What's up?" Miguel shook his head. "Nothing." Miguel made a note after that to never raise his voice at you. If you're having an argument, he'd figure out another way to get his point across. This didn't go unnoticed by you. You realized Miguel suddenly was more reluctant to argue, took a few beats before replying, and taking deep breaths. One would think he's taking anger management classes. "Miguel, are you okay?" He looked at you and blinked. "Yes, why?" "You're... quieter." "Uh-huh." You frowned. "Like on purpose. Why?" Miguel sighed, knowing you're not about to drop this topic. "You flinch whenever I raise my voice, so.. I'm working on it. I don't want you to be scared of me." You softened at his reply and jumped into his arms. "Ay, mi Miguelito. You've gone soft on me." "Mm," He hummed in agreement. "I don't mind. As long as I've got you, mami."

Jake Lockley

Jake always found it odd when you'd ask him permission for everything. It wasn't as ridiculous as going to the bathroom, but it would be when you're about to go out, grab a drink, buy something, hell, even the way you dress. "Jake, is it okay if I go out tomorrow? Maggie wants to catch up." "Hey Jake, I found a nice dress online I want to buy. Look. You think it'd be okay to buy it?" "Do you think this dress is okay for me to wear? Yeah? Are you sure?" He found it endearing at first, wanting to include him in every single thought of yours, but then he started thinking if something else could be the reason why you're acting this way. "Amor," Jake sat you down, but truthfully unsure of how he's going to talk about this with you. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." He held your hand, rubbing it a few times. "Why do you ask my permission for everything?" He then saw your face wince, and he wanted to kill himself then and there. "I'm sorry," You apologized. "I wanted to make sure you're okay with everything, and I'm not stepping on your toes.. I.." "..Did your ex use to do that?" You nodded slowly. "I know it's a problem, and I'm working on it with my therapist, I swear, but it's hard and I don't know if you'd-" "Amor, amor." Jake calmed you down before you went into panic mode. "How about this; every time those questions pop up in that beautiful head of yours, I want you to answer it with 'This is my decision, Jake respects it'. Because I truly do, amor." You gave him an appreciative smile. "Okay. I'll try."

Bucky Barnes

There was a meeting with FBI, for some reason. You're dreading it already, but at least Bucky was there with you. Bucky was acting as your guard and you were representing the Avengers, despite not being an Avenger yourself. "Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen, I-" "Well, well, well." A familiar voice started. "How have you been, sweetcheeks?" Bucky frowned at the nickname. You clenched your jaw. "Harvey. Why'd they send you here?" "I volunteered," He said with ease, "Figured I'd visit my girl." You sighed, trying not to let him get to you. "We're over, Harvey. Now let's just talk about what the FBI needs and be done with it." "The FBI can wait." He smirked. "Winter Soldier, right? Mind giving us some privacy?" You took in a sharp breath. "I'm staying." Bucky sternly said while keeping a worried eye on you. "Alright." Harvey scoffed. A series of snarky comebacks were exchanged, but the meeting was finally over. You kept your distance from Harvey, even refusing to shake his hand. And now he's making it a problem. Again. "Come on, sweetcheeks." He approached you, and Bucky immediately stood closer to you. Harvey then reached his hand out for a handshake, and when you refused again, he tried to grab your chin. But Bucky was faster and stopped his hand. "Back off, right now." Bucky glared. Once Harvey flicked his hand away and left, you finally exhaled. It felt like you were trapped in his house all over again and you couldn't escape. "Baby," Bucky caught you as you were about to fall. "I got you. I got you. You're okay. You're safe." Bucky didn't know what happened between you, but it's never good. Especially not if Harvey's looking back at you and had a big smirk on his face.

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tom-holland-parker · 2 years

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A Good Man

Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!reader

Word count: 1272

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The scream woke you up. You sleepily sat up already knowing the cause of the noise. When Tony had told you there were soundproof rooms he didn’t take into account the air vent that connected your room with Bucky. You’d been hearing it for months but chose not to say anything, not wanting him to feel embarrassed. You spent countless nights wishing you could go to his room and comfort him, but you knew Bucky, he’d tell you he’s fine before you even get the chance to ask if he’s okay.

Tonight was different though, the little voice in the back of your head was screaming at you to check on him, at least knock on his door and ask if he needed something, anything just to hear his voice.

You sighed, trudging out of bed, you grabbed your robe and walked barefoot on the cold tiles towards his room. Listening closely, you pressed your ear to the door in hopes to hear something that would tell you he was somewhat okay but you were met with only silence.

“Bucky” You said quietly as you knocked on the door. Seconds passed before you reached for the doorknob, surprised when you noticed it was unlocked. “Bucky I know it’s late I was just checking to see if you were-”

There he sat, in a messy pile of blankets and pillows on the floor. The tears on his face were visible due to the moonlight that lit the room. His head shot up to look at you, “y/n” he said as he quickly looked away from you in hopes that you wouldn’t see him crying. “What are you doing up?” His voice was barely above a whisper

You bit your lip as you tiptoed into the room, shutting the door behind you before walking towards the bed where you sat on the edge. “I just wanted to check on you and make sure you were okay”

You watched as his shoulders slumped and he stared at his hands, “Did I wake you?” the sadness in his voice broke your heart.

“Yeah” You whispered quietly as you moved to get up from the bed. You didn’t have to look at his face to know he was even more disappointed with himself. The urge to hold him close was overwhelming as you slowly moved to sit next to him, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You placed your hand gently on his back, feeling the thin layer of sweat that covered his body, “Or not, I can leave if you want me too”

He stayed quiet, enjoying the feeling of your hand moving up and down his back, “ever since Steve left I’ve had this recurring dream that I’m losing control again” he paused, twiddling with his fingers, “I’m just so scared that I’ll lose all the progress I’ve made and end up hurting everyone again”

You bit your lip, watching as he moved to face you. The look of fear and sadness in his eyes made you want to cry, “I’m just so scared that I’m not a good man."

You pulled him close, his head resting on your chest as your arms wrapped tightly around him. "Bucky" Tears began to fall from his eyes, wetting your shirt as he broke down. You stay quiet, your hand rubbing his back soothingly.

The room went silent after a few minutes, your hand continuing to rub his back. You looked around the room, noticing how everything except the tiny pile of blankets you were laying in seemed untouched, as if no one had lived in it. You frowned at the idea of bucky feeling out of place in his surroundings.

“I’m sorry” His voice was quiet as he moved away from your embrace, “I woke you up and now I'm basically unloading my baggage on you, that’s not fair. You should go to bed, I’ll try to keep quiet”

“Bucky, you’re my friend and I love you and I’m not going to let you go through this by yourself. So,” You got up from the floor and walked over to the closet, “You’re going to change your clothes, I'm gonna put some new sheets on the bed and we’re going to lay down”

5 minutes. That all it took before Bucky was back in your arms, both of you laying in bed as your fingers gently ran through his hair, “You know I only joined the avengers because of you” You confessed in a whisper

“What?” he lifted his head slightly to look at you, "that's not true, you're one of the smartest people on the team they were practically begging to get you on"

You chuckled moving your body to be face to face with him, "yes they were begging but for the longest time I didn't want to come"

Bucky stayed silent waiting for you to continue your story, "I had done so many bad things in the past I never thought that I could do any good with my life. And then one day Steve Rogers comes knocking on my apartment door begging me to hear him out" you smiled at the memory, "so we're sitting down in my kitchen and he's telling me stories of his best friend Bucky Barnes who stuck by his side every moment as kids and always put people before himself. And he told me all about the torture you went through and how even after all the bad you did that not a day goes by that he doesn't see the same person he saw back in the 40s. The same person that would stick up for the scrawny little guy no matter how bad the situation was"

"I didn't know he saw me that way" Bucky whispered, tears forming in his eyes. Your hand moved to caress his face. "After I spoke with him I thought to myself if someone still had the chance to be a hero even after all the bad maybe there was a shot for me"

"You're the first person besides Steve who made me feel comfortable here" Bucky said in a hushed tone, as if he was sad to say it, "everyone was sort of okay with me because Steve said they had to be, not that I blame them I'd be hesitant too but it's like everyone is walking on eggshells around me waiting for me to slip up just once. Then you came along and made me feel like maybe I wasn't a total fuck up"

"Bucky you're an amazing person. A true hero in my eyes and the definition of a good man" you watched him crack a smile as he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

"Thank you" he said before kissing your hand. You both were exhausted, fighting to keep your eyes open.

"You're welcome" you yawned pulling your body closer to his as you both held each in silence, sleep taking over your bodies

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The next morning you woke to the feeling of Bucky's fingers trailing gently over your body, tracing every curve as if he was trying to memorize you in this exact state, "good morning" you say as you rub your eyes

"Good morning" Bucky gives a say smile still staring at you in adoration, "thank you for last night, that was probably the most I've slept in weeks"

"Anytime" you smiled before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, "I have an early morning meeting but if you ever want to do this again I'll be glad to help"

Bucky chuckled, "I think I'll take you up on that offer"

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nickfowlerrr · 7 months

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🖤 headcanon - pwyc bucky loooves making reader flustered and embarrassed by purposefully doing things he knows gets her going (lifting her up, flexing his muscles, caging her into small spots beneath him) but then acts innocent and asks her what’s wrong while she fidgets and squeezes her thighs, obviously worked up…

STOP RIGHT NOW

you're absolutely, 110% correct lol. i got so giddy reading this, just imagining it.

You're in the small break room of the shop, waiting for Bucky to finish the tune up on your car that he swore it needed.

He said he was almost finished but asked if you could grab him a drink from the fridge. You obliged, thirsty yourself, and went to grab you both something. You greeted Thor as he sat at the table eating his lunch. Hiding your amusement at how tiny the table looked before him. Nat followed you in and sat to join him, but you weren't paying much attention to their conversation as you walked a bit further into the kitchenette area.

You're bent over, grabbing a can of soda from the bottom drawer of the fridge when you sense someone behind you.

Standing, you turn to see who it is and accidentally end up blocking yourself in - the corner of the counter behind you, and the wall of mass that is Bucky before you, leaves you with no space as he looks down at you, taking a step forward and forcing you further into the corner of the counter as you take one back.

Your eyes are fixed on him, your breath stalling in your throat as you watch him encroach upon you even more.

You can get much further from him, your body right up against the counter now, only your head tilting back as his tilts down ever so slightly to you, his hands planted on the counter, his bulking, strong arms on either side of you.

You can smell his cologne mingling with the scent of the motor oil that stains his shirt, his hair mussed and a bit of sweat beading on his forehead as he blocks you from getting space away from him... not that you plan on trying.

His blue eyes are gleaming with mischief as he holds eye contact with you.

Your breathing is a bit more labored as you find yourself waiting for him to pounce... Wanting him to, despite your lack of privacy. But the others' presence isn't something you're really registering - and they aren't paying much attention to what's going on behind them, anyway.

Bucky lifts a hand, slowly, and you close your eyes for a second as you anticipate his touch across your skin.

Then, you hear the cupboard behind you open, and your eyes do the same.

Bucky has a brow raised at you as he grabs a cup, taking the can from your hand in his other before he steps back,

"You alright there, sweetheart?" he asks, faux innocence lacing his voice, but the playfulness you catch in his eyes gives him away completely.

You straighten up and, quietly as you can, clear your throat.

"I'm fine," you answer. Though you can feel your sudden desire clenching in your tummy and slickening between your legs already, damn him. He doesn't need to know that, though.

As if he can't tell already.

You continue, discreetly squeezing your thighs as you move in an attempt to ease the growing ache, "Why wouldn't I be?"

He laughs under his breath, more to himself than, cracking the can open and pouring half into the cup for you as you watch, "You just look... a little flustered," he says, glancing over at you briefly before turning back to you fully.

He grabs the can and takes a drink, his eyes drinking you in in their own right.

"Car's almost done. Give me five minutes," he says as he backs away, heading for the door, "then you can go for a ride," he smirks, his innuendo not lost on you.

You inhale sharply before you swallow hard. You straighten again and press your lips together as you look off to the side, not wanting him to see the effect he so easily has on you.

"Mhm," you hum quietly, turning your back to him and crossing your legs as best you can while standing, fingers playing mindlessly on the counter as you wait for him to leave, missing the crooked grin that spreads across his face as his eyes rake over you one last time before he goes to finish up your car.

#not edited didnt even reread im sorry for mistakes!!!#asks #3k celebration #anon #pwyc!bucky #pwyc series #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader #pwyc headcannons #bucky barnes x reader

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cosmos-coma · 19 days

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heyy i was wondering if you could write the winter soldier x reader? im obsessed with him

i just want something fluffy with him cause im obsessed with him having a soft side for the reader😭😭

Winter soldier fluff HCS

Ahh, sorry! I know I got this SO long ago and I feel bad about this being in my inbox all the time, AND I’ve been struggling to think of a plot for this, so I hope you don’t mind some fuffy Headcannons!

Bucky Masterlist

The winter soldier Is not a man of many words, especially if he can help it.

Instead he prefers to use actions to let you know what he means; Hooking his fingers with yours and tugging you that much closer when he wants to hold you or touching the small of your back when he just wants to be close (his footsteps are always so quiet)

When you first got together he wasn’t actually all that touchy- I mean he had spent decades under other people’s control, doing everything asked of him and getting nothing in return. He doesn’t really understand the concept that that things (especially things he does) can be for his own joy.

So in the Beginning it’s mostly you initiating the touches, just little ones to start- the brushing of fingers and leaning on one another- the last thing you wanted to do was overwhelm him.

You assure him it’s okay to reach out and request you, but It still takes him a little while to get comfortable with it, but once he is he barely wants to let go.

Occasionally he will use words though, a simple “please..?” Low and rough, barely above a whisper, but you hear it loud and clear. It usually comes at the end of particularly rough days, when his own mind seem to degrade and distance himself from everyone and everything… he knows you’re the only one who can bring him back. You never waste a second falling into your place beside him.

On your bad days, he seems to know and understand your feelings in no time. His trained eyes see the furrow in your brow that you didn’t know you were holding, the clench of your jaw you hadn’t felt, or the way you set your keys down just a touch harder than normal.

I should say- he’s not adverse to talking and using his words, he’s just more often a quiet man.

He’ll tug you toward him, away from the stressful loop running in your mind, away from the world outside and pull you close against his chest. His arms fall easily around you, his hand finding your hair instantly.

“Who do I need to get rid of” he’d ask.

It never failed to made you laugh, your chuckle bubbling up from deep in your chest.

The Winter Solider didn’t understand; He was being completely serious, but it made you laugh so he just never stopped asking it. Every time you came home upset or sad he’d ask again. You’d always give a laugh, or at the very least an amused huff, and assure him no one had to die because of your shitty day.

Part of him is waiting for the day he can actually do something about it- your bad days - but for now he’s just happy he can still put a smile on your lips.

#winter soldier!bucky x reader #winter soldier x you #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier imagine #winter soldier headcannons #Winter soldier!Bucky x you #winter soldier!bucky x y/n #winter soldier!bucky #marvel imagine #marvel self insert

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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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Hear me out about dark!TFAWS!(wintersoldier) bucky with a puppy or a kitten!reader?? Would he be mean like daddy!lloyd? Or would he be gentle but firm? Would he let you cum? Or would he let you suffer??? PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!!! I have had this thought all fricken day long and I NEED this. But take your time:) no obligation either! Love you Ambs!!

Hnghhhh I love this. There’s so many ways you could go with this but here’s what my brain is singing for.

Dark Bucky headcannon below -

Bucky never got to have anything of his own. He was someone else’s weapon, and when he wasn’t with Hydra, he was Captain America’s weapon. Steve didn’t mean to treat Bucky that way, but being Captain America’s best friend and right hand man meant there was a required personal sacrifice. And then after all Bucky gave, Steve left.

He’d never known how to own his own body, make his own decisions. He’d latched onto Sam when he took the mantle. It was easier that way - familiar.

Yet he longed for something of his own.

“You should get a dog or something. Like a therapy animal.” Sam had suggested.

And so Bucky got a pet. You.

A sweet thing he met working at the bookstore. Bucky had wanted a new copy of The Hobbit, but instead came home with so much more.

Bucky finally made a decision for himself. You would be his pet.

Keeping a crying, screaming girl in his Brooklyn apartment wasn’t going to work. So he took you out to his small cabin on the outskirts of the city. That way he could break you in before you could come home with him. All puppies need training, after all.

The big question is, how did Bucky treat his pet?

Well, being the only thing Bucky felt ownership for, he cherished you. But he also wouldn’t stand for your bullshit.

If you were good, he’d give you the world.

If you were bad, he’d take the world from you.

Of course, in the beginning you were unequivocally bad. Constantly trying to get out, attack him, deny him. But over time with training, spanking, and some gentle moments, your walls began to break down.

Someone’s sanity can only last so long when under constant duress. Bucky was admittedly impressed with how long you lasted. And it made his win all the more sweet when you broke.

Bucky wasn’t a mean lover, but he was demanding. He needed constant attention and affection. If he was home, you had to be with him. And when he left, he expected you to be thinking of him.

"Who's a good puppy? That's right, you are. Look at you, nuzzling at daddy's legs. Do you want your treat, pup? Daddy has got a nice big bone for you."

And when you were good, the rewards you got were stellar.

Play time was Bucky’s favourite. He’d get you on your back so he could tickle and play with your belly and tits, before giving you some of the strongest orgasms of your life. The little bell on your collar would jingle with the way your body shuddered from his ministrations.

Bucky was a pleasure dom at heart. He may have ripped you from your world to be in his own, but at the end of the day he only wanted his puppy to be happy with him.

#ambswrites #ambs answers #may 💙#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark bucky barnes x you #dark fic #bucky barnes headcannon #bucky barnes imagine #sebastian stan #sebastian stan character

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fizzy-dizzie · 3 months

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God I loooove artist Steve.

I think its one of his love languages, personally. Like, giving drawings a as a gift, drawing loved ones, leaving little drawings around the place as reminders or to cheer people up.

Back in the 40s during the winter when he'd be too sick to work, but well enough to sit up, he'd draw Bucky something.

Whenever he says thank you and apologize for being sick and not being able to provide like Buck can, he always assures Steve that its important for him to rest and that its THEIR money, not just Bucky's and how he'd much rather Steve stay healthy then go work and get worse.

Of course that's lovely of Buck, but that doesn't resolve his sense of utter gratitude for Bucky working to keep them both afloat, so he draws him pictures. He tries to keep it fresh but its hard in a little apartment, its usually whatever he can spy from the windows. Skyline, Birds, People walking, the occasional ally cat, anywhere he can see beauty.

And god knows Bucky just dies whenever he gets one, ranting and raving about how gorgeous it is and how he always captures such life and can manage to make anything look pretty if he tried. He started hanging them up in his room with tape and has his own little art wall in his room.

A lot of Steve's old works were lost to time in the modern day, so after he got Bucky back, he figured starting up a new art wall might be beneficial for him. Obviously Steve is busy with Captain America but when he can he'll sit and draw in his much nicer, much fancier, modern apartment.

It was nice for Steve to have a purpose behind drawing, finding time just to do it for personal fun felt unjustified but for Bucky, well if something helped Buck, he'd make all the time in the world.

When he gave Bucky the first drawing of potentially many, he didn't talk for a while. He was still on the path of recovery and Steve wasn't even sure if he remembered that he liked to draw.

After a long silence, he pondered aloud if Bucky remembered the art wall in their old apartment, 'its okay if you don't'

Bucky looked like he was trying, really trying to remember. He wanted to remember so badly.

Steve reassured it was alright, of course its okay. Its not just to remember, he figured if Bucky liked them-

And he hadn't seen Bucky so lively in a while. Head snapping up and eyes wide 'You gotta be kidding Steve, like them? This is amazing.' he shook his head and a moment passed, 'I remember you, sitting at the kitchen counter in our old apartment, always drawing whenever you could, right?'

Steve nodded, he could feel himself getting a little emotional. " yeah Buck, whenever I could," he laughed, "mostly of you."

Bucky really looked frustrated with himself at that. Steve had to clarify he wouldn't remember anyway, Steve never showed him any.

'Guess you'll have to draw me some I can see then.' Bucky huffed, some soft banter behind his tone.

Steve smiled, "Guess I will."

#help this is a headcannon turned fic #very short fic at that but still #Drabble??#Artist Steve just holds my heart tho #bringing stucky with me to my grave #40s stucky #Stucky #steve and bucky #steve rogers #bucky barnes #mcu #stucky headcanon #stucky fic #marvel cinematic universe

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pleasantlycrazyworld · 1 year

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Masterlist

Request are open! Prompt List

Prompt list #2

Series:

The babysitting hellfire club

Chapter 1: confusion

Chapter 2: the snickerdoodles

Chapter 3: how did this happen?

Brutal Betrayal

Part One

Part Two

Stranger things

Snow ball fight (fluff)

Kids super powers would be... (fluff)

Teens super powers would be.. (fluff)

Eddie Munson

Matching tats with wayne

Nail tech gf

He defends his love

Bad hair????

Checking in on you

Dad!Eddie

How Eddie got his last name

Eddie and your hair

I’m just Ken (halloween themed)

Why Eddie hates his dad (very angst no fluff or happy ending)

Husband Eddie

Eddie is a cat dad

Totally don’t imagine this

Blurb- Eddie gets cheated on (angst)

“I love you. every single thing about you”

“Your hands are warm”

Blurb- what killed Eddie the most (angst)

Eddie with his raccoon babies

Super high Eddie asking questions

Eddie talks to your baby bump

Picnic date

You worry Wayne and Eddie (fluff)

Flowers for comfort (fluff slight talk of exam stress)

I just need you (fluff--> talks about mental health)

You have a surgery (fluff)

Spider (super short) (blurb, fluff)

Eddie has PTSD (angst ends with fluff)

Saves you from bullies (Short) (fluff)

Birthday love (fluff)

Prom (a bit angsty, fluffy)

Insecure reader (Angst, Fluff)

Wayne to the rescue (Talks about mental health, fluff)

First Smut I wrote (Smut 18+)

The Munson Wedding (fluff)

My safe space is you (Fluff)

Cheerleaders can be mean (slight angst, fluff)

New year, New couple (fluff)

Blizzard (fluff)

Gossip (fluff)

Eddie does your nails (fluff)

Messy breakup part one (angst)

Messy breakup part two (angst)

Messy breakup part three (fluff)

Get some rest (reader is sick. fluff)

Thrifting with Eddie (fluff)

Get wasted on me (smutty)

Body positivity (fluff)

10 things I hate about you (fluff)

Keeping warm (fluff)

Scary cat (fluff)

Scary cat part two (fluff)

New friendships (fluff)

Jason’s revenge (angst)

Damn cat (fluff)

Bad day (angsty fluff)

Supporting my girl (fluff)

Part one of Idiots in love (fluffy)

Idiots in love (Part two) (fluff)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (part one) (mental health talk, slight angst)

Wayne and Eddie helping you (Part two) ( mostly fluff, mental health talk)

Plus size reader (first thing I ever wrote!) (fluff)

Wayne and Eddie (from prompt list!) (slight angst, fluff))

Coffee shop au (fluff)

Hallway run-in (fluff)

Small thought of the day (Bat!Eddie)

Gamer GF

Rude girlfriend

Older! Sugar daddy

Steve Harrington

You were a bet (redemption)

You were a bet. (angst)

A look into Steve’s wedding

From prompt list– I’m going to make you remember who I am—Who I am to you (angst with fluff and smut)

Vacation time (Fluff)

Unrequited love? (angst with fluff)

The Harrington Wedding (fluff)

Reader has anxiety (mental health talk, fluff)

Friends to lovers??? (part one) (fluff? maybe angst?)

Friends to lovers confirmed! (part two) (fluff)

Anxiety is lying to you (mental health talk, angst with fluff)

Miscarriage (angst)

We got each other ( angst, fluff)

Hard core but make it soft (fluff)

Birthday girl (Smut with Mommy kink)

Billy Hargrove

Flowers for stressed reader (fluff)

Helping with Panic attack (fluff with mental health talk)

Bikini (fluff)

Eating out (smut)

Getting married to him (fluff)

Robin Buckley

Just friends? (fluff)

All three boys

As pet parents (fluff)

Helping you through your panic attacks (mental health, fluff)

Them as dads (fluff)

Helping reader who bites their nails (fluff)

You’re the big spoon (angst with fluff)

Black Friday shopping (fluff)

Baby fever (just Steve and Eddie) (fluff)

Valentines day (fluff. slight smut mentioned)

Their kinks (smut)

In a band (fluff)

Date night with them (fluff)

Modern version of them (fluff)

Road trip (fluff)

Pet names they give you (fluff)

You get their initials' tattooed

Them teaching you how to drive

Bucky Barnes

Bucky w/ a cat owner (fluff)

“Eat you’ll feel better” Prompt (fluff)

The to-do list (fluff)

You’ve moved on (with Loki) (angsty)

Stressful day (fluffy)

Kiss the girl (fluff)

Take a day off

You pick your man

Migraines

#my masterlist #eddie munson #steve harrington #robin buckley #bucky barnes #billy hargrove #stranger things #prompt list #imagines #headcannons #gracie writes

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thornsnvultures · 1 year

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memories (sweet like cocoa)

bucky barnes x fem!plus size!reader | 1.1k | cw: some non-specific body insecurities, slightly nsft but nothing too explicit (making out, clothes on grinding) | based loosely on this post (warning: link also slightly nsft) |

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Sitting snuggled up on the couch on a lazy Sunday afternoon with Bucky is your favorite thing to do this time of year. There's snow outside falling lightly and not quite sticking to the ground yet. Bucky's reading a book so well loved you can't tell what it says on the spine anymore, and you've got a movie playing on the TV, munching on popcorn and occasionally reaching over to pop a kernel between Bucky's lips. The two of you had tried tossing and catching with your mouths earlier but were laughably bad. The couch ate more popcorn than either of you.

Sometime after Bucky decides to take a break from his book and pull you into the crook of his arm, you get a notification from your photo app telling you it made another album of pictures from this day a few years back. Excited to take a walk down memory lane, back to the days when you and Bucky had first started dating, you tug on the sleeve of Bucky's sweater to get his attention.

"Aw Buck, look at how cute we are!"

Bucky smiles and presses a kiss to your temple as you scroll through the set of pictures from the date the two of you went on that day. There's a picture of Bucky with a whipped cream mustache from his mug of hot cocoa. A few wobbly ones of the two of you on skates at the ice rink. Your favorite is the one a lovely older couple took of you and Bucky stading in front of the massive tree in the middle of the rink. They were so sweet, talking about their own first dates at this same rink when they were young and new to love. You remember heat rushing to your cheeks, embarrassed because the two of you had only been dating for a few months and even though things were going great you were still afraid they wouldn't last. You look so nervous in that picture and you can't help but laugh.

"What's so funny?" Bucky's deep chuckle by your ear makes you shiver even when you're wrapped up in his warm embrace.

"Nothing, nothing," you laugh more as Bucky tickles your side under your sweater. His calloused hands stay pressed to your soft tummy even after you beg him to stop. "I was just thinking I look kinda constipated. I was focused so hard on not falling on my butt for the fifteenth time that day."

"You look beautiful. No matter how many times you flailed like a baby giraffe, you still looked beautiful."

"Hey!"

Bucky laughs, dodging more of your flailing.

"Wait, wait," Bucky nods his head at your phone still in the hand you weren't swinging at him with, "What are those pictures from?"

The slideshow must've kept playing while you were distracted. Now it was showing pictures you forgot you had taken. Pictures you had been too afraid to show Bucky at the time.

"Oh my god. Don't look- please- it's not-"

"Now hold on," Bucky grabs the phone from your hand before you can stop him, grinning like an idiot all while you frantically fight him for it. Bucky's basically got one hand holding you back as he casually flips through the slideshow of risqué pictures you had secretly taken for him years ago.

"Bucky," you whine, "is embarrassing."

"Why? Sweetheart, you look stunning."

Picture after awkward picture of you in a lingerie set you had bought just for him, trying to find the right angles, the right lighting. You had quickly gotten discouraged and lost confidence. But not before taking a few with your panties off, legs spread, a coy look on your face that screamed "take me now".

Bucky audibly swallows and clears his throat when he sees those. He locks your screen and puts your phone down on the coffee table. He's too quiet, you can take it anymore. With your head in your hands you slump back in the couch and away from Bucky.

"Oh, I can't believe you saw those. I can't believe I didn't delete them."

"Baby, c'mere."

You shake your head even as Bucky's strong hands pull you into his lap. With your thighs on either side of his, it's impossible not to know how he feels about those pictures. If you weren't so mortified you'd be getting more familiar with the hard, thick length of him pulsing beneath you.

"Look at me, baby." One of Bucky's big hands rubs your back while the other pries your hands from your face. "My beautiful, sweet, sexy girl. Hiding those from me for all these years. I should put you over my knee for keeping those pretty presents from me."

You can't help but let out a choked laugh at that and Bucky smiles as he tries to meet your gaze.

"I just wanted to do something nice for you," you shrug, playing with the hem of Bucky's sweater, the tips of your fingers teasing dangerously close to where Bucky's yearning to be touched. "You did so much for me, took such good care of me, Buck," he shudders when your perpetually cold hands slip under his sweater to caress the bumps and ridges of his toned stomach, "but I chickened out. Was afraid you wouldn't like what you saw. Which I know was silly now, but we were still so new."

"From the moment I saw you, I knew there was no one else," Bucky pulls you in close by the nape of your neck until your noses are practically touching. "You're it for me, and I'll always be here to take care of you."

You sigh into his kiss, rolling your hips over his, savoring the pressure and the taste of his lips. They taste like hot cocoa just like they did when he kissed you good night at your door that night. He had work in the morning and couldn't stay. That's when you had the idea to take the pictures, give him something to remember you by until you saw each other again.

"So you really liked them?"

Bucky's got that cheeky grin on his face, trying to catch his breath after nearly devouring you.

"Sweetheart, I love them. I want them framed. I want them in a book to put on this coffee table. Maybe not all of them, some of these are for my eyes only." He stops his excited rambling to kiss you hard, pulling back again to ask, "You still got that Polaroid camera, baby?"

"Yeah, why?"

You squeal and shout as your massive man stands up with you still wrapped around your waist and carries you off to the bedroom.

"I got some new pictures I wanna take."

#bucky barnes fan fiction #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fem!reader #bucky barnes x plus size!reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes headcannon #bucky barnes fanfic #my fics

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marblebarble · 4 months

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Hc Steve and Bucky know at least a little bit of French and German from the war. At the very least, they can read signs like "Warning: Danger Ahead" or something like that. They might've even picked up some Japanese from the Pacific front. Nobody else knows about this until Bucky's morning brain forgets how to say "where's the coffee machine" in English so he asks in sleepy French and Cap, without missing a beat, responds with "à côté du grille-pain."

Peter, who's taking three language classes, has them help him with his homework.

#marvel #mcu #headcannons #steve rogers #bucky barnes #peter parker #the avengers #headcanon #captain america #winter soldier

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the-salem-devil · 2 years

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DATING BUCKY BARNES WOULD INCLUDE..

-Him brightening immediately whenever you enter the room, i’m talking full scowl turns into a warm smile.

-He freaks out whenever your on your period because you being in the slightest bit of pain is illegal.

-Trying to cook dinner for you, (He doesn’t almost light the kitchen on fire I swear Doll, no please don’t come in-)

-The reason he loves Disney movies so much is because he loves the happy endings, you always see him smile goofily and snuggle closer when they happen.

-Holding your hand with his flesh arm so he can put his thumb on your pulse, it calms him down when you’re both stuck in a large crowd.

-He will never admit it, but he’s scared of The Cats movie.

-Snuggling late into the morning after a rough night of nightmares, he just holds you to his chest and strokes you hair silently.

-He is defiantly the type of boyfriend to tell you to put on a fashion show if you ever bought new clothes, clapping and giving you 10/10 on each outfit.

-If you’d introduce him to your friends he’d act polite but distant and would defiantly cling to you a lot.

-Would tell Steve everything about you, your favourite colour, your favourite food/drink, everything. (But he’d never share something your not comfortable with <3)

-The best secret keeper, you can confess about anything and his lips are sealed tight with flex tape.

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lives-in-midgard · 22 days

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Bucky dating reader who has depression

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: Thank you for requesting this @beaubbdoll I hope you like it!! 💗

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

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You and Bucky had been dating for about a year when he suddenly noticed a change in your mood.

You were always in a bad mood, sad or had no motivation.

Bucky knew that something was wrong but didn’t want to push you, so he tried to be there for you as best as he could.

One night when your thoughts were too loud, and you couldn’t sleep you started to cry and Bucky woke up.

He comforted you, but you didn’t want to tell him what was wrong.

Bucky understood that and then said:

“Whatever you need and whenever you need me, I’m here for you.”

That night changed a few things between the two of you.

A few days later you told him how you feel, and Bucky was very understanding, but he was also sad knowing that you feel that way and wanted to make sure that you know he is always there for you.

And he really was.

Bucky is such a good listener and you started to open up to him more.

Bucky and you hug and cuddle a lot.

If you didn’t eat much throughout the day due to lack of appetite, he would bring you a small snack.

When Bucky was on a mission, he would aways text you to make sure everything is okay.

If there was an Avengers party and you didn’t feel the energy to go, he would stay at home with you and make sure you were okay.

Bucky is very patient and knows what depression can be like.

After a while, Bucky suggested that you could go to a therapist or a support group if you felt up to it.

You thought about it for a while and then said you wanted to try it.

Having Bucky by your side helps you a lot and you wouldn’t know what to do without him.

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stars-before-sunrise · 10 months

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(HCs) how they defend you from a random creepy guy at the bar

(joel miller, agent whiskey, bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, marc spector)

yes, they're so random, I know, but I can't help it, I'm attracted to all of them 😩

Joel Miller

"She said to back off." Joel glared at the obviously drunk man trying to buy you a drink and touch you in the most inappropriate of ways. Joel's eyes didn't look angry, but it left an I'll-take-this-butter-knife-and-slice-your-throat-with-it kind of impression. "And what're you gonna do, old man?" Joel didn't like that disrespecting tone he had. He took the butter knife and stabbed it on the bar counter. Right between the man's fingers. "Trust me, you don't wanna find out."

Agent Whiskey

"Now that is no way to treat a lady." Whiskey appeared behind you, his hand on your lower back to tell you he's got you. There's no need to be scared anymore. He somehow managed to calm the guy down with his silver-tongue, or so he thought. The drunken man turned around to smash his beer bottle on Whiskey's head, but Whiskey's fast reflexes caught the bottle safely in his hand without breaking it. The man was soon escorted out of the bar. "What do you say we go have some real fun, darlin'?"

Bucky Barnes

Bucky'd been watching the guy for a hot minute. He's had his suspicions, saw how he eyed women, picked a target, and the moment he approached you, Bucky knew he had to do something. He didn't even let the guy come close to you. Bucky just stood there, stopping him, with the deadliest glare anyone's ever seen. He didn't need to say anything, the guy knew to back off. Bucky then went to stand next to you, finally having the courage to start a conversation. And maybe buy you a drink.

Miguel O'Hara

The drunk man had his arm around you despite you pushing him away. He was much bigger than you, and he was putting most of his weight on you. The man almost touched your face, and Miguel finally arrived at the bar, webbing the man's hand onto the counter. He towered over the drunk man, and there was an ominous silence. "I'm sorry I'm late." Miguel apologized to you. "Why don't we go somewhere else, princesa?" "But-" "Wait for me outside," Miguel urged you. "I need to take care of something real quick."

Marc Spector

Marc was enjoying his own drink when he noticed you being bothered by an unwelcome drunk man. He was way older than you, and clearly disrespecting you by waving his money around. He was creating a scene as it is, and Marc really just wanted a quiet night, for once. Marc made his way across to where the drunk man was, and sat down next to him. Suspiciously close. "Can I help you with somethin'?" He asked, eyebrows raised. Marc looked at your very uncomfortable face and moved you behind him. "Yea, why don't you head out for now? It's getting late." The man scoffs and spits his beer in Marc's face. The man was laughing, but everyone in the bar wasn't. They might be fugitives, gang members, or even active criminals, but one thing's for sure, you don't mess with Marc Spector.

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