#winter soldier headcannons

[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.

[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.” 

—

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 ◡̈

[lightsupluvr]

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

[srdonix]

get cold sometimes, call me the winter coldier

[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!

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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.

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[iwasmadetobeasoldier]

Winter Soldat headcannons no one asked for but u get them anyway

Soldat loves headphones, especially that calming 8D music. He asks you to put it on and then sits with you for hours, sometimes falling asleep on you

He hates the vacuum cleaner, so his room is always a little more dirty than the rest of the house

He enjoys watching you do simple tasks, such as washing the dishes, or folding your laundry. He especially loves the warm laundry just out of the dryer.

He was skittish at first but he soon allowed you to put moisturizer and aloe vera cream on his scars to make the inflamed areas go down.

More to come-

[marblebarble]

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.

[winfreywrites]

steve x tony moodboard

god i want them to beat each other up and kiss so bad

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

(If it’s okay I want to do another for the ask game)

♒️☮️For Bucky Barnes please!

Of course it's okay! It actually means a lot that you took the time to send in another one 🥰 Thank you!

Bucky Barnes Food Headcannon:

Before becoming the Winter Soldier, Bucky loved food of all kinds but especially home-cooked foods. His family was decently well off so even during the height of the Great Depression, they still managed to put a full home-cooked meal on the table every night and Bucky– the growing boy that he was – never let any of it go to waste. But his favorite thing his mom made was her chocolate chip cookies. No one else made them just like hers (he always shared them with Steve even though he really wanted to keep them all for himself). 

After his time as the Winter Soldier though, food lost all pleasure for a long time. He had survived decades on tasteless gruel, liquid supplements, and injections so even once his mind was free again, his mind told him that food was for nothing more than nutrients and fuel— the taste or quality didn’t matter. So he would eat whatever he could while on the run, stealing most or using what little money he got to buy cheap food most other people wouldn’t eat. 

It was only by chance that he got his appreciation for food back. He had stolen a few things from the store earlier that day and was quickly eating his bounty as he tried to find a place to hide out for the night when he took a bite of the food in his hand and came to an abrupt halt as a memory hit him so strongly that he almost dropped to his knees. It was of a woman kissing the top of his head and handing him something warm and gooey, and the flavor exploded in his mouth as he took a bite of it. As the memory ended, Bucky looked down through tear-filled eyes at the bag of chocolate chip cookies in his hand. It was the first flashback he had had to his old life that involved part of his family. Wiping his eyes, he sat down on a curb next to where he was standing and slowly finished the bag of cookies. They were nowhere near as good as the ones in his memory, but it was close enough to trigger a few more memories of his mom. 

After that, Bucky slowly started to reappreciate the taste of food and remembered more of his favorites from before. Food was no longer just something to consume and move on, it was something to appreciate and enjoy.

Bucky Barnes Friends Headcannon:

Back in the 1940’s before getting shipped off to war, Bucky wasn’t exactly what you’d call a great friend. He was handsome and charming and he knew it. This often led him to forsake or ignore his friends so he could find the latest girl of the week. Usually, he didn’t do “relationships” but even when he did, his longest one was only for a month, and that was mainly because she was his boss’s daughter and he couldn’t figure out how to end things without getting fired. Eventually, the friends he did have wised up and stopped hanging out with him unless they wanted to use him as a wingman. However, even that ended after a few times when Bucky walked away with both of the girls in question. 

The only exception to Bucky’s flaky friendship was Steve. Bucky and Steve had already formed such a strong brotherly bond when Bucky hit his growth spurt and he began noticing how ladies looked at him that he would drop everything if Steve said the word, no matter what he was doing or who he was with. He tried to drag Steve out with him to look for girls but Steve almost always passed. After all, who would give him a second look when standing next to James Buchanan Barnes? 

However, once Bucky was captured, experimented on, and then rescued in Austria by the now super-soldier Steve, he was changed by his experience. While he still had some of his usual cockiness and bravado, he had also been humbled and his priorities shifted. Instead of turning his focus back to his next date, he threw himself headfirst into helping Steve and helped form the Howling Commandos. Soon, he developed extremely close bonds with the other Commandos and for the first time in a long time, he found himself having friends other than just Steve (but that would be shortlived).

Headcannon Meme

[fan-therapy]

thinkin about slow dancing with bucky. im thinking about the way he decides he wants to dance with you and always has, but doesn't really remember how. thinkin about how you would decide that it doesn't matter, so you put on all his favorite songs. thinking about how he's a little nervous and clumsy at first, but then all the memories come back to him and he's suddenly teaching you to dance because he remembers everything. well, almost everything. bucky couldn't quite remember how intimate and loving this felt.

[clownnotes-png]

Bucky who has nightmares and clings to Steve on nights he wakes up from them because Steve is a constant safety in his life. If he holds on to Steve he feels safe for once since the 40s.

[idiotlosingsanity]

As you were saying?

Feeling kinda cute. Might do your wife or you

No one is cute with sunglasses on, take them off and say that again.

[po1sonous-l0ve]

More Pjo Headcannons!

•Will is an excellent shot with a rifle.

•Jason always has the perfect body temperature.

•Leo always wakes up with the covers kicked off.

•Hazel always has the blankets swaddled around her.

•Will struggled with SH for a bit, believing himself to be a bad person for letting his patients die.

•Jason has a kind of split personality disorder.

•Let me elaborate; whenever something relating to his soldier conditioning (as a 4 year old) comes up, he almost switches gears.

•Like some winter soldier type shit.

•He just goes completely blank and is almost a different person.

•Kind of like the saving Nico situation in MoA; Hazel said he was almost like a different person.

•I'm gonna explain it in full in a different post.

•Annabeth and Paul like to play chess together.

•Percy took Annabeth to an escape room one time for her birthday.

•Annabeth likes to crochet/knit things for her friends.

•Since its kinda like weaving.

•Sally helps her at first.

[lightsupluvr]

pov: steve finally convinced bucky to learn how to cook so he’s excited to cook for him for the first time. steve records bucky bc he’s proud of him and bucky gets embarrassed so he grabs the camera and points it back at steve.

[collaredsoldat]

Winter Soldier Post!HYDRA Headcannons

warnings: Bucky is still the Winter Soldier | PTSD | Post abuse (physical, psychological) | Past SA and mentions of treatment for it | Light descriptions of injuries/wounds | Medical stuff

a/n: I was writing something earlier and it made me want to write this. It's just a random collection of headcannons I have. You bring him home after he escapes HYDRA. You have your hands full. Unedited.

Following the events of the movies, let's pretend you bring Bucky home after CATWS. He's still the soldier. He's still Soldat. And Soldat doesn't speak. In fact he is silent for days. Uttering nothing, not a peep.

Soldat is silent, watchful, wary. He doesn't like being approached too quick. He stays in corners. He stays in small spaces. Being too exposed now makes him feel anxious. He reacts with aggression if he is anxious.

You learn all this.

He also becomes visibly irritated when he feels confused and stressed, which is pretty much constantly.

He needs you to order him around, which sounds harsh but the sudden change of environment and treatment is really confusing for him. He is too fresh from HYDRA to immediately just heal. That's now how it works. This kind of trauma doesn't just go away. This man is so severely mistreated, you aren't even sure where to start.

Simple things like telling him to shower or sleep. Otherwise he stays up for days and refuses to do anything. Free will is such a foreign concept to him.

Re-feeding and giving him nutrients and fluids is a nightmare. Luckily, you had a medic friend who could look at him without the involvement of the government since he was in hiding for now. You got all the supplies you needed, but it was still a hassle. His options were very limited when it came to food. Oatmeal, mashed potatoes, applesauce, things like that. He could barely stomach anything more solid than that.

He sits still for the IVs, but sometimes he doesn't and he puts up a struggle, assuming it is some kind of drug to manipulate him. You just have to stay close and talk to him so he pays more attention to you than what your friend is doing.

He got sick a lot. You had to be careful about that. Too much food made him sick, his body wasn't used to it.

He also was having difficulty remembering you and where he was, the fact that he wasn't undergoing constant brainwashing made all the chemicals go haywire. It made his moods unpredictable. He had aggressive bouts, though he never harmed you badly, he would grab you if you got too close out of instinct and fear.

He often broke down and during these times it was a gamble whether or not he'd let you around him. He felt so pathetic and small and horrible, confused and unsure for the first time in decades. He was used to being mindless besides the orders barked at him. Simple, easy, all he had to do was listen.

But now, things were different. He was no longer being kept in a shitty cell or in an icebox. He wasn't tortured daily, he wasn't taken into rooms where agents were greedy with him. He wasn't hurt. And...it confused him even more.

You notice he sits strange when he does. He doesn't like to sit for long. He says it hurts. He prefers to stand. You don't understand until later, and you do your best to help ease his pain.

He didn't understand why you didn't hurt him. Why you didn't hit him. Sometimes he hit himself when he felt like he deserved it, each time he felt a pit in his stomach when he saw the disapproving look in your eye and listened to the scold that came after. You were gentle...but firm. He could not hurt himself. That made him bad. Disobedient. Disobedient soldiers are punished. It was a cruel cycle that ran in his mind. You had to be the one to stop it.

When he did speak, it was simple Russian phrases. Yes, no, he addressed you as handler, his responses were monotone and recited. He had been trained not to speak. That wasn't what he was supposed to do with his mou-

Enough. The memories are invading again.

You could tell when he zoned out into his episodes, his eyes became glossy and he seemed to become a zombie. You sat him down somewhere quiet and stayed with him. Sometimes he didn't want to be touched, sometimes he let you. But you had to be careful, you never wanted him to be uncomfortable or make things worse.

It was a tender thing. But it was something you were more than happy doing.

After a few weeks he seeks you out more often. He stays close by, he even sits close to you or tries to get your attention. He's still quiet, but he speaks more now. Even in english, which you find a relief. By you you've learned the short Russian phrases he spoke, but it was good he spoke english too.

He starts to hang closer to you, he stays out of his 'hiding spots' in your home and stays around you more often. He sits on the couch beside you, starting to seek you out. It's a positive sign he's growing more comfortable.

He doesn't like being alone for very long. If you have a job, it might be hard for him. You try to get one where you can work from home, otherwise he is very anxious and clingy when you come home from your shift.

The spare bedroom is his, but he often finds himself migrating to your bedroom through the night. He needs your presence, he needs to know he's not alone. The silence is deafening, and knowing your body is beside him is comforting when he sleeps.

Speaking of, he starts off on the floor. It's a little heartbreaking, he sees the bed as a test, an awkward thing he doesn't want to sleep in. So he starts on the floor, then you move the mattress off the bed to the floor, along with some pillows and blankets. That seemed to help condition him to an actual bed before he eventually sleeps in yours with you.

You know recovery and his healing is going to be a long, bumpy road, but you are just happy he sees you as protection and comfort, and his trust is slowly building with you.

Thanks for reading.

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[lives-in-midgard]

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

Masterlist

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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