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Bucky Barnes mannerisms, habits (sad+humorous) x reader

Whenever he gets food, he inspects it from all sides. Mushing it together, pulling it apart, sniffing it, squishing it. He thinks you don’t see him do it.

Always keeps he door and all windows in sight

If you’re with him in public he’s always behind you with an arm around your waist

He shrinks himself when among the Avengers but in public he makes sure to use his presence to intimidate his way through groups 

Avoids his reflection 

Is always playing with your hair

Doesn’t speak much but when he’s alone with Steve he’s really sarcastic

Doesn’t fidget 

Keeps his eyes lowered unless staring down someone who is looking at you 

Keeps his metal arm covered at all times, has a habit of pulling the sleeve down 

Compulsively checks his guns each morning and night 

Plays with a knife nearly constantly 

Doesn’t really smile but his lips quirk at Tony’s dumb comments

Fucks with people’s day to day life- nobody knows

Turns the toaster setting up so Clint’s toast is always black 

Rearranges furniture knowing it’ll get to Sam, but Sam doesn’t know what’s wrong with the room 

Gives DUM-E expired food to put in Tony’s shakes. Tells him its healthy.

Has an anonymous instagram blog he set up with FRIDAY. FRIDAY hides it from Tony. Takes photos of them out in New York, in the lobby, anywhere public. Has the Avengers thinking they have stalkers. 

Takes his coffee with five sugars, creamer, and cinnamon. 

Swaps the salt and sugar at irregular intervals, making everyone paranoid. 

Has really mannish behavior when alone with you or Steve 

Burps really loudly 

Slouches on the couch

Drinks a lot of beer but never gets drunk

Thought the Superbowl was a cooking show

Thinks cheerleaders are gymnasts 

Does not understand the concept of professional cheering

Is convinced you are lying and every event with cheerleaders is also a gymnast competition

Takes up two seats on the couch forcing Peter to sit next to Natasha

Peter is very, very afraid of Natasha

Tweets photos of Steve’s butt on the official Avenger’s account

Tweets photos of Tony falling, getting stuck

Tweeted photos of Natasha’s bed hair. Only once. Never again.

Swapped Clint’s explosive arrows for glitter filled ones

Casually appears out of nowhere to startle the team 

Suspects Pepper is actually a robot 

Thinks Vision is related to Thor and Loki 

Enjoy’s Thor’s company, but pretends he doesn’t 

Is amused by Loki

Hates licorice

Is deathly afraid of the dentist, so brushes his teeth three times a day

Stares at you. Constantly. He can’t stop looking at you. 

Never engages in PDA

Never shows his affection for you around the other Avengers 

Not because he doesn’t want them to know but knows it could put you in danger 

They know anyway 

When you’re alone he sits close to you but won’t touch you 

Has a full on school boy crush on you 

Watches your favourite movies whenever you want, even though he really, really hates this Sebastian Stan guy 

Thinks Sebastian looks like a mutt 

Is offended when you remark they look alike

But wait

You like Stan, do you like Bucky?

??

Things to think about 

Wants a dog 

Likes cats but is weary of them 

Your cat attacked his hair once 

Is not sure if they are good or evil 

Has a pet fish 

His name is Brook 

Brook has a fishmate 

Fishmate is called Lyn 

Sometimes his accent gets really thick 

It just comes out of nowhere

One day he accidentally called you doll 

He ran away 

It’s Feb 14th 

Bucky doesn’t realise it’s Valentines Day until he sees Steve’s newspaper 

Is conflicted and anxious 

Decides to get you some flowers and chocolates 

But he can’t just give them to you 

So he leaves them outside your door 

But DUM-E takes them and tells Tony he got them for Tony 

Tony knows this isn’t true but can’t stop laughing and now he’s crying

Maybe kill Tony Stark maybe not ??

Goes out and gets more flowers

Decides to give them to you but can’t find you 

Waits all day and finally you come home late

He goes to you when you’re on the balcony and stutters out something incomprehensible 

You just stare at him wondering what the fuck “you’re flowers are really chocolate” means 

He ends up throwing the flowers at you and shouting-

“I FUCKING LIKE YOU” 

Tony tweets the cctv footage 

Truth Hurts

Part One?

Bucky x Reader Angsty Short

A/N: Wrote this on a whim (hence why it’s so short) and might write a second part (because I have a backstory already thought out). Don’t know yet…

You sat motionlessly in the modern chair. You matched the stillness of your surroundings, remaining hidden in the shadows of the dark room. Footsteps echoed in the hallway and your eyes studied the closed door. Each and every scenario played out in your head. Your mind fixated on the worst, however you knew that wasn’t the case. No matter the man’s skills, you were better. You were faster. You lacked morality. You had to.

The footsteps paused for a brief moment before the door swung open. The lights switched on as the man entered his room and to the untrained eye, a knife magically appeared in his hand. You fought off a smirk knowing he had been carrying it around with him all day. A sense of assertion wanted you to laugh and steal the knife away, but you couldn’t. No emotions. Not with him.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Confusion, anger, and pain were noticeable in his voice.

“Steve called me.” You remained still. “We need to talk.”

“About what?” He set the knife down; your eyes caught a faint glisten of metal under a midnight colored glove. 

“Moving on.” Your chest tightened and you adjusted your wording. “You’re not the Winter Soldier anymore, that’s behind you.”

“But-”

“No.” You sat forward. You knew every word you were going to say would rip and tear and shred yourself in his eyes, and in yours. But Steve asked you to do this, you were the only one who could. “You’re James Buchanan Barnes.”

“That’s not who I am anymore.” Bucky whispered.

“Get over it.” Your hands instinctively tightened around the armrests and your nails indented the plastic. “You killed people, so what? Yeah, that sucks, but they’re dead. They’re dead, James, you couldn’t stop it and you can’t change it. They’re gone, they can’t be brought back.”

His eyes were trained on the ground. He opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“And don’t give me that ‘but I did it, I killed them’ bullshit. Yeah, you did. You can’t change that, James! It happened, all you can do now is move forward. Because if you hadn’t killed them, we both know damn well someone else from Hydra would have.”

Tears formed in his eyes and you begged yourself to stop but you couldn’t. Sometimes you had to break a person to fix them.

“And you know what, you’re right. Everything, everything, that has happened is because of you. Hydra becoming what they did and infiltrating SHIELD? That’s because of you, that’s because of the Winter Soldier and everything you did as him. Howard’s death? You. The entire fall of SHIELD? You. Breaking apart the team and Steve losing his shield? You. This all happened because of you. Everything.” You shoved yourself up from the chair and walked towards the door. 

Bucky sat slumped over in his. His breathing was uneven and his hands covered his face. A few tears fell to the floor before he could stop them. His body shook as he took in another breath. An ache as sharp as a knife plunged into your chest and raced down into your stomach. Spots filled your vision and nausea swirled your mind. You stopped before leaving and steadied your voice before speaking the words that you had been waiting to say, ones that you knew would help him. 

“But without you…what exists now, what we all have now, happiness, admiration, teamwork, friendship, love…it wouldn’t exist. Without you, we’d be nothing.” 

Matt Murdock knows what’s up.

Actors are not yours.

I’ve seen a lot of bullshit going around in fandom, and I think it’s time that we cleared some things up. The touching without permission(!!!!!), the asking of inappropriate and uncomfortable questions - it’s wrong and it’s got to stop.

Imagine if you were at work and a customer who you didn’t know came up and touched your face while making a sexual innuendo. Imagine how embarrassed and violated you would feel. Now imagine that this happens on a regular basis, and you might have some idea how this behaviour impacts the people you’re accosting.

Actors at cons and press conferences are just trying to do their job, and while, granted, part of that job is to entertain, it is only within the confines of a film that has been written and directed (often) by someone else. Getting angry at them about their characters actions? Wrong. Touching them without their permission? Wrong (and I can’t believe I need to write this!!!). Asking them questions that make them feel uncomfortable and objectified? Wrong, wrong, a thousand times wrong!

Outside of their film, it is not their job to entertain you. It is certainly not their job to entertain your harassment, sexualisation and objectification. You do not have the right to touch them, to ask inappropriate and often sexual questions, or to get angry with them about their characters or their opinions of these characters. You do not have a right to these people and their bodies! 

Full stop, period, end of fucking discussion.

This headcanon is crushing me, so I’m just gonna do the tumblr thing and spread the pain: Imagine Tony has a son. It wasn’t planned, of course not. Tony’s never wanted–never even considered the possibility. But well, when a condom breaks sometimes that happens. 

The mother, thankfully, is a very sweet woman in her late twenties, who doesn’t go to the tabloids or demands a lot of money. Instead she informs Tony, tells him she’s keeping the child and that it’s his choice how big a part he wants to play in its life. Predictably Tony panics. But, he’s got eight months to get used to the idea, you know? And despite all his personal faults, his lack of responsibility, he does want to be father to his child. There is nothing he wants more than that, which he realises the moment he holds his beautiful, little son in his arms for the first time.

They name him Luca and he is perfect. And in a perfect world, that would be enough.

But the world they live in isn’t perfect and when Luca is four years old, Tony receives a call that nothing could have prepared him for: his son is sick. And of course with Tony being a Stark he can afford the best medical treatment but sometimes. Sometimes it’s not a question of being able to afford it, sometimes everything today’s medicine can do still isn’t enough.

The doctors can’t tell them how long they have, all they know is that they are running out of time. And Tony? Tony tries, he tries so hard to put on a brave face. He spends as much time with Luca as possible, teaches him how to build the world’s most amazing lego tower, goes to amusement parks, plays with him, draws, throws frisbees until his arm hurts. Tries not to think about how Luca is never going to be an adult, is never going to have a big 18th birthday party, is never going to bring home a girl- or boyfriend and it kills him.

Wonders every time Luca smiles at him, every time he hears is voice on the phone when he can’t make the time to visit personally if this is the last time he’s going to see his son alive. Tony knows it’s not about him, that he needs to focus on the present right now, build memories and give Luca the best life he can have–and he does, he really does. He’s a great father and Luca is happy, always smiling and curious and with familiar, bright eyes full of wonder. And all Tony wants is for this to last.

But this is a problem Tony can’t fix. All he can do is pray–and he does, believe me, he does–for a miracle that doesn’t come.

Could I use this as a fic prompt?

Bucky rolls over to lay on top of you in the mornings to make sure you don't try and get up

and when you do it to him he pretends that he can’t get up even though you weigh like a feather to him 

Fluffy Friday™ 

me, interacting with another 20+ year old on tumblr:

Bucky Barnes/James Barnes/The Winter Soldier imagines

Hi all! This is a pretty long list of possible situations for you and our darlin' Plum. Feel free to use them however, and if possible, tag me! I love reading Bucky x Reader (or Bucky x Tony, ikik..) and there's just never enough of it around.

I'm thinking about doing some of these so let me know if you're interested in reading one!

You are a consultant on cultural behavior, which means you detail the best appearance, attitude, and quirks for an undercover agent to have. Given your indepth knowledge, Fury assigns you the arduous task of bringing Steve Rogers and James Barnes up to speed on history post-1949.

You have known Tony for 15 years. You were born on August 1st, 1980, and attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After the war, you found yourself numb and detached from life, with your only surviving close friends and family being Harry James Potter and Ron Weasley. After suffering through apathy and depression for five years, at the age of 23, you throw yourself through the Veil. Unsure if you will encounter a blissful void, screeching hellfire and your righteous maker, or some other world, you put all your belongings in an extended bag and welcome the final step. Funnily enough, you fell face-forward into a gutter. 15 years later, Tony calls on you to consult on the portals opening at random. Unsure what to expect, seeing as you are the last magical being on this earthly realm, you agree. What you find brings back memories of parseltongue, bloodquils, and man with 7 lives. Bucky x Reader.

Born into an impoverished family, Y/N Y/L/N is the last in a long line of witch-hunters. Your father was already well into his 60s when you were born, so when he passed, it was just your mother left to instill the family doctrine in you. Despite this all, you eventually turn to a life of normalcy, and become a historian specializing in occult artifacts (that's normal, right?). Stephen Strange is a close friend, and eventually asks you to help him in his research kickstarted by Jane Foster. You come into contact with all of the Avengers although you've barely held a conversation past "Hi, how ya doin'?". With Darcy as your new best friend, and her ridiculous affair with the God of Lies, you find yourself reciting the words your father had carved into his flesh. "For our King, our God, and the Righteousness of Divinity, may God have Mercy upon your Filthy Soul." Would be very interesting with a fictional twist on a religion or faith of your choosing. Bucky x Reader where eventually Reader is the only person in the tower/compound who can successfully defend herself against attacks by the supernatural without heavy firepower- Bucky being the exception of course. Horror!theme?

It had been a nice sunny day in Manhattan. You thought to yourself, "You know what, this is gelato weather. I deserve gelato." And instead you get shot by some asshole with a red star on his shirt, kidnapped by a blonde man with a shield, and then told it was your fault for telling the red star asshole to leave your landlord alone.

Peter thinks he's sly- that you don't know about his spandex-wearing cobwebby bullshit. Ha! You'd lived next door all your life. Your WINDOW faces his. Who does he think he's fooling? Doesn't matter, he got you into a Stark Expo VIP tour. But hey, that tall brooding dude looks like he needs a laugh. Wait, what do you mean you can't say "Who pissed in your cornflakes?" to the Winter Soldier? He's not the Winter Soldier, he- oh. Shit. Haaa..haha.. "PETER!!"

As Tony Stark's assistant, you've seen a lot of stuff. You've seen him butt naked, you've seen him so drunk he thought you were Rhodey (somehow), and you've even had your heart in his chest. You and he trust each other completely. One day, you get a call and it's a hospital in Y/Home/Town. They say your grandpa had a heart attack. And so you're on leave for 2 months making sure he's okay. Ol' Dirty Dugan doesn't go down easy. When you return, there is a strange split in the team. Tony spends even more time in his lab, he smells awful, and there's bags under his eyes. The team doesn't mention him and you notice they don't call him out for missions anymore. Wtf? After some digging you find out that Clint, Natasha, Steve, Sam, and Wanda are convinced Tony is a piece of shit. They think he's selfish, a coward, and a pervert, all because of misinformation and his public image. Hell fucking no. Thank god they thawed Barnes out, at least he isn't partaking in Bully-Tony-Tuesday. In fact.. he seems to be just as distant and despondent as Tony. You have a lot of work to do.

Bucky is your best friend. In the sense that, you don't have any real friends, and he doesn't let people close. But you bring him coffee, he shares his protein bars, and sometimes you two watch youtube together. Then one day an office clerk slaps your ass. What does Bucky do? He fractures the guys jaw.

"Happy Birthday to me. Happy birthday to me.. Happy Birthday, dear (Y/N), happy..birthday..to me.." Nobody remembered. Again. Your parents didn't call. Your sister didn't call. Your old friends didn't call. Nobody on the team said anything, but then again, they probably didn't know.. you are just a lab assistant anyway. Oh, well, Jarvis 2.0 did say Happy Birthday. That was nice. Bucky overheard Jarvis, though. So he goes out and buys some flowers, a bottle of sake, and a cheesecake. And then you cry and doesn't know why. Happy birthday to me. Oneshot. Fluffy angst.

They didn't know you were sick. None of them. You were conveniently out of town when the medical check ups took place, and never allowed the pain to show on your face. But one day at work you collapse, and they can't wake you up. Cho discovers you have kidney disease. You're dying and have been for a while. Tony pays top dollar for an immediate transplant, but it will still take a month or two. You used to have morning chats with Barnes after his run. You always were an early bird. But now he's on assignment somewhere secret, and you feel even more numb. Bucky couldn't handle the thought that you'd die (you won't but he doesn't know that), so he runs. He runs and immerses himself in a mission, believing you'd never feel the same way.

You came home and discovered your boyfriend of eight years in bed with a woman you'd never seen before. Turns out they'd been having a secret affair for nearly 5 years. You are arrested for punching him in the face- not that you remember, you blacked out in rage- and humourously enough, Barnes is the one who collects you from the station. It's okay, you hadn't been in love with Jerry for a long time, but it still hurt. So when you see Jerry with his 'side chick' three months later, you also discover Bucky had a sense of humour. Apparently you're now married to James Barnes, have been for a while, and are pregnant. Of course you're not but somehow Bucky knew just what to say and do to piss Jerry right off.

Darcy and Bucky. 60: Before you decide to murder me, let me explain...

“Damn neat freak. Why can’t he just leave things out where I need them?” Darcy muttered as she shuffled through Steve’s desk as carefully as possible. If she’d had more time to take photo evidence and ensure she put everything back where it was, she would have. But she’d only been able to convince Nat to kick Steve’s ass for two bouts in the ring, maybe three tops. She didn’t want to encourage too much saltiness between teammates, after all.

“I don’t know if it’s the army or your own tight-assed nature Steve, but why the hell do you have to hide your stuff?”

He’d let her go through his sketches a week earlier and she’d found it. The perfect image she needed for her next attack on Sam. Steve had doodled him as a pin-up model, flirty posture, heels and everything. And it was the exact logo she needed to brand her new assault. Literally. If only Steve hadn’t taken away the notebook as soon as he heard her mildly evil chuckle. Spoilsport. 

If she could just find the damn sketchbook.

She had just started gently rifling through the sock drawer when there was a soft click and the door swung open behind her. Her hands clenched and she plastered a placating smile on as she turned her head. But her teasing cajole died in her throat. That wasn’t Stevie Wonder Boy at the door.

It was Bucky.

Shit.

“Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

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