#bucky headcannons

[buckys-little-belle]

Henlo! If it's okay, could you make write a fic about Bucky comforting his little during a thunderstorm? A storm was near my house a few days ago and the thunder scared me so bad-- The power didn't go out, but storms usually happen a lot where I live-- thanks <3

Rainy Days

Bucky Barnes x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns used/No Pronouns used)

Warnings - Reader is scared of storms, reader eats snacks, talks of loud noises, talks of lightning/flashing lights, descriptions of a thunderstorm, ready is sad and scared, Bucky is sweet and thoughtful!

Notes - I made this headcannons, I hope that's okay! Honestly I've been going through my inbox and drafts and trying to clear them out, but writing full fics is something I have to be in the right mood for. But headcannons? I've been feeling headcannons lately, so do send some headcannon requests in if anyone has some! And please expect very old asks to suddenly resurface in the shape of fics/headcannons written literally years later <3

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW!

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You've always been scared of thunderstorms. Rain is nice from time to time, but when the loud booms of thunder begin and lightning strikes, you suddenly begin to feel scared.

It's not rational, you know the thunder can't get you and that if you're inside you're safe from lightning. Yet when the storm begins to get louder and the rain begins to pelt harder, you find yourself curled up wherever you are, stuffie held safely to your chest.

Bucky could tell you'd get antsy whenever rain drops would begin racing on the windows, you'd stare outside seemingly waiting for something to happen.

After the first thunderstorm you two witnessed together Bucky knew he needed to be prepared for the next one. He hated seeing you cry, and how scared you got. He felt helpless and vowed to make sure that didn't happen again.

So now he has a small bin in his closet labeled "Rainy days". Inside are a pair of headphones he bought that block out any noises. It's made chatting between the two of you hard on those rainy days, you yelling because you can't tell just how loud you are, and him doing his best to charades his words. But because it rains so often, you two have had time to practice, and communication comes much easier.

He bought you little stickers to put on the headphones, so that instead of just plain boring black headphones, you have ones decorated by your favourite cartoon characters and fun little stickers of plants and dinosaurs.

He also has special activities for the two of you to do on those days. He wanted something different than the toys you have all the other days. This way you stop feeling dread thinking about thunderstorms, now that feeling is over taken with a subtle excitement for the special glitter crayons in the box, and the really cute stuffed animal named "Rainy" that you get to snuggle with.

Bucky always buys those PDF files on etsy that are colouring pages. For $2 he gets 6-10 fun pages, and he'll print them out for you on his fancy work printer. He finds it easier than buying colouring books because there's no risk of ripping your colouring when you evidently want to rip the page out and put it on the fridge. Plus he finds it over all cheaper, and there are no more tears when you don't like the way you coloured something, sad that you can't do that pretty picture anymore, he just prints out a second one.

Bucky is also a fan of physical media. He has both a DVD and a VCR player. So he has two movies stashed in the box that you really like for those rainy days, and those rainy days only. He doesn't know how, but you've been able to connect your headphones to the Tv, so you can't hear the thunder when you're watching them.

Also snuggles, rainy days mean as many snuggles as you want. Doesn't matter if he's on a work call, doing the laundry, or in the middle of making dinner. If you come up and ask for a hug you end up getting 20 minutes of snuggles and soothing back rubs.

You don't venture outside when it's a thunderstorm, but Bucky has been warming you up to "liking" rainy days by showing you how fun puddles can be.

He buys you a cute raincoat and matching boots, and as long as there's no thunder or lightning, he'll take you outside and splash in the puddles for an hour.

Instead of being terrified of thunderstorms, and hating the days they happen, you've slowly been able to accept that they'll happen sometimes, and you've grown to know your safe, very safe because Bucky is always at your side on those days. Ready to comfort you, ready to play whatever game you want, and ready to jump in puddles when possible.

[lives-in-midgard]

Imagine playing we listen and we don't judge with Bucky:

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: Hey! This is a short idea that I had. I hope you like it! 💗

Divider made by @buck-star

Masterlist

You and Bucky are best friends.

Because the other Avengers were on a mission and you were bored, you asked if Bucky would like to play a game with you.

"Of course, doll." He said not knowing what kind of game you mean.

At first Bucky was a bit confused but after you showed him a video he understood it.

At the beginning you just said some funny things until Bucky said the next thing:

"Remember when we stood under a mistletoe a few days ago?" He asked and you nodded.

"I placed it there." He said with a smile.

"Wait what?"

"No judging!" He said and you chuckled.

"We listen and we don't judge." You both said.

"Remember when I told you that Steve didn't want to go shopping for presents with me? I never asked him... because I wanted to go with you." You confessed.

"You didn't have to lie, I would have gone with you anyway." Bucky told you and made you smile.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I love you." Bucky suddenly said. You wanted to say something but Bucky quickly interupted you.

"We listen and we don't judge." You both said again. Then it was your turn again. You took a deep breath and then you said.

"I love you too."

Taglist:

@marvelogic | @eviebuggg | @buck-star | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @noellez-best-life23 | @beaubbdoll | @sgtgarricks | @ratchildspartan | @scott-loki-barnes |  @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 |

@mrsbuckybarnes1917 | @brnesblogposts | @rogersbarber

[sgt-seabass]

gif credit (x)

thinking about how Bucky’s arm would be hot/warm after it comes out of the dishwasher. he’s finally got it all clean, but then you complain about your tense shoulders. and so he lets the vibranium get dirty all over again as he gives you an oiled massage, using the coolness of his flesh hand in tandem with the warmth of his metal one.

and when his warm oiled fingers connect with the heat of your pussy? oh, now that’s heaven.

Bucky doesn’t mind upping the water bill just to run the dishwasher multiple times.

[lightsupluvr]

…and it’s just around the corner darling, cause it lives in me.

[delusionalwriterr]

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 🫵🏻

Masterlist

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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.” 

———

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

[srdonix]

get cold sometimes, call me the winter coldier

[andikilledsparky2]

[cosmos-coma]

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.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

I found this on Instagram and I want to write so many of these!!!!

[ghoststillhaunting]

Bucky Has A Fuck Ass Name

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love Bucky, but he has a truly unfortunate name (like seriously, who in their right mind would name their kid after one of the top 5 worst presidents in American history).

So I propose the headcannon that his parents were immigrants and, in an attempt to assimilate into American society better, they decided to give their child an American sounding name and what's more patriotic than naming your child after a US president! However, they didn't know anything about the US presidents (cause really, as a non-American, why would you?) so they just kind of picked the first one they saw that sounded good and just went with it. Unfortunately, that just so happened to be James Buchanan.

This is why he goes by Bucky cause he absolutely hates his name with a burning passion and hates the association with the real life fuck ass president. Steve, cause he's a little shit, teases him about it all the time, calling him "Mr. President" and comparing Bucky to the motherfucker. Steve thinks it's the funniest shit ever, Bucky does not.

[red-panda-png1]

Another WinterIron HeadCannon

Tony: Sometimes Bucky speaks in another language when he's mad at me, and I don't know what he's saying

Bucky: Te amo con todo mi corazón (I love you with all my heart)

Tony:... I think he wants to rip my heart out-

Bucky: Me voy a casar con este hombre (I'm gonna marry this man)

Tony: I think he wants to kill me-

[deeply-unserious-fellow]

...Can you tell I really like Invader Zim and Hollow Knight?

Anyways uh- REFERENCES FOR ALL OF MY Z-O-M-B-I-E-S MONSTER HEADCANNONS WOOOOOOO FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!! These are all rlly self indulgent tbh, especially all the alien headcannons, but in mY DEFENSE! I can do whatever the fuck I want lmfao. Which means pointless patches of darker skin in very specific places on the zombies, references to raccoon Wyatt and alien lore that you have to do olympic level mental gymnastics to fit into the plot of the movies WOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

The ref sheet for the Armistian's true form is kinda old(and I've actually posted it on here before lmao), but I haven't actually changed anything about their designs besides like, a couple minor alterations to the colors, and I genuinely think the art holds up to my current standards, so I decided to just reuse those refs instead of redrawing them entirely. Also for the record I have a LOT more headcannons about the aliens, the werewolves and some rewrites to zombie lore to make zombieism more akin to a chronic illness then a race thing, I just don't feel like putting them in these ref sheets. Because that would take a lot more effort then I am willing to put in rn. Feel free to send me asks abt them tho!!! I love infodumping abt my Z-O-M-B-I-E-S headcannons and rewrites :D

My least favorite parts of drawing refs and stuff are one; I have to draw the characters in their underwear half the time so I fully understand where different markings and shit are supposed to go, which makes me feel weeeeird, and two; I never have the energy to give the characters unique poses and shit cuz I have to draw and write so much shit that they all end up just fuckin. Staring blankly at the camera. It makes me uncomfyyyyyy-

Also the "very strong bones" bit on Addison & Bucky's refs is a TFB reference. Because I am insane.

Ignore the fact that I'm literally posting this in the middle of the night I had a really hard time finishing Bucky's ref okay-

@imjustavenuxwithaboomerang

[lives-in-midgard]

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!

Divider made by @firefly-graphics

Masterlist

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.

Taglist:

@marvelogic | @eviebuggg | @buckys-wintersoldier | @nicoline1998enilocin | @kandis-mom | @sergeantbarnessdoll | @noellez-best-life23 | @beaubbdoll | @sgtgarricks | @ratchildspartan | @scott-loki-barnes |  @mrs-bucky-barnes-73 | @mrsbuckybarnes1917

[th3sungod]

i personally love bucky's long hair.

yeah, you could say he likes it short because Hydra practically forced him to grow it out -- but it was his.

Say it reminded him of his mom or sister. He used to always get complements on it, its softness or how the darkness of it brought out his eyes. He used to put various, albeit rudimentary, hare care with Becca, cause some girls seemed to like the texture enough. He kept it cut for the military, but you couldn't really keep too clean on the front lines and hydra gave him a single bar of soap on days they were generous.

So, right after, when he finally broke free from hydra after pulling Steve out of the water, he washed his hair. It wasn't too hard to find a half decent motel with an empty room, and take something from the nearest corner store. He used the soap bar to lather his hair, before taking a comb, and running it though.

The shower was warm for a lot longer than he expected, and hotter than what he could ever remember -- granted, any memories were fuzzy at best.

When he got out, having after cleaned himself and nearly scrubbed his skin raw as if trying to erase 70 years of grime, he did nothing further than sit on the bed. He wanted to let his hair dry. Back before, Becca would've rushed to use their hair dryer that she'd bought with her own savings -- 'all of her friends had it' -- but Becca had always been better at getting it all. Whenever he'd tried using it, it just became knotted and still wet in some places.

Waiting would've felt like forever if he didn't completely zone out. he didn't know when he'd gotten good at that, really, but he blinked once and his hair was mostly dry

It wasn't soft, it wasn't like it used to be, but it made him feel a bit better. he knew, in the back of his mind, Becca was long since dead, but it made him feel close to her in a way. he felt less like a weapon and more like a person, with his hair clean and dry. on his terms and standards.

and later, after spending time in the 21st century with a gracious princess and a king helping with neutralizing the pounding words in his mind, calling for blood, violence, and a mission well done, he starts with making his hair something he can be proud of, again. besides steve, it's all he has left of the old century, and he doesn't want to loose it.

the princess generously gives him different oils, tonics, liquid shampoos, and things she says would be good to use. He does, and he loves it.

___

okay but like actually tho i think bucky would have the prettiest long hair if he didn't decide to cut it, and he'd have like twenty products alone for it.he just kind of strikes me as that kind of person. ( like in the same way tony definitely has like a ton of those beard oils and brushes and stuff ) <3333

also sorry if this is a little ramble-y i just love this idea and wanted to talk about it :))

[lightsupluvr]

“and if i didn’t know better….”

“i’d think you were still around.”

[fizz-pop-thwip]

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."