Head canon:

thatonefanwhoshippedtoomuch:

√ Bucky blushing and shutting up when Steve calls him babe/pet name.
√ Bucky turning into a pile of loose limbs and nonvocal when Steve plays with his hair.
√ Bucky wrapping his arms around Steve when he gets hit on at a bar/passive aggressively throwing balled wads of tissue at them.
√ Bucky wrapping himself up in ridiculously soft, ridiculously long scarves during the winter. (He makes one for Steve after secretly joining the knitting library group.)(He goes for the granny cookies, he swears!)
√ Bucky waking up at 8 am on weekends because kids’ cartoons are awesome, shut up.
√ Bucky refusing to get out of Steve’s lap when he’s drunk, even when they have company. (Especially then.)

eyepatchfox-deactivated20161103:

The star spangled man with a plan!–Captain America/Steve Rogers

Honestly, he didn’t understand it. It felt surreal, like a dream. That couldn’t have been Bucky. No. Maybe it was some sick trick that his brain had been playing on him. It couldn’t have been–

He had watched him fall to his death all those years ago. It couldn’t be him.

And yet..

And yet, it had to be. Who else would it be? Steve made a frustrated noise, rubbing at his face. He’d recognize that face anywhere. He’d recognize it in a crowd, recognize it from a mile away. Maybe..maybe he just didn’t want to believe it because it hurt too much.

“Who the hell is Bucky?”

Yeah, it definitely hurt too much.

But, if it was Bucky, if it was his friend, his lover from once upon a time, (though there was no if about it. Part of him just hoped that he was wrong), then he’d make him remember. He’d make him remember if it was the last thing he ever did.

Casually adds this to the list of things that are not okay.

eyepatchfox:

Aaron bit on his lip for a moment and let out a tiny breath, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah? I guess I’ve never noticed it.”  He laughed a little and glanced over at Nate again, shifting slightly where he was sitting. The thought of telling him brought butterflies to his stomach, and he looked over at Bucky, tilting his head. “Oh–I’m Aaron, by the way..and that’s Nate over there.”

“Well, from what I’ve seen, he only does it when you’re NOT looking. Which would explain why you’ve never noticed it.” God, he was starting to sound like some sort of creep. But, then again, when you have nothing but time on your hands, you tend to notice things around you more. And, as if on cue, Nates head lifted for a moment in order to glance back at Aaron, pausing when he noticed Bucky. His brow raised curiously for a moment as he gave a small wave, causing the older male to give a slight chuckle. “I’m…James. But most people tend to just call me Bucky. Or..they used to, at least. It’s a pleasure, Aaron.”

naughtywatson:

Morning sex with soft touches under the sheets and slow, hot kisses peppering jaw lines and lazy thrusts covered by whispered “I love you”’s and small gasps

peodbears:

Did they? Did they know that even if they painted all over you, you’d still be there?

for pietrobutts, islandofmisfitfangirls and pietromaximvff because my angst club is the best. Because I no longer have a soul.

taylorannshazamm:

Use your words Chris. 

murrrrdock:

Bucky totally taught Steve how to kiss and if you don’t agree fight me