“It was late, late in the evening, The lovers they were gone; The clocks had ceased their chiming, And the deep river ran on.”
Original prompt probably wasn’t thinking something like this, but I love dirty hipsters and trash punks running away together on a bus ride somewhere. This palette was really hard to work with… Slowly getting through these. Quote from W. H. Auden.
If you wanna take a look at the lines, the sketch is here!
In the modern world, Bucky is trying to get along. It takes some getting used to, but everything is much nicer, even though the world has gotten more complicated. Coffee tastes better, clothes is softer, boots are far more well made than in WWII. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to end up like all of the cool Brooklyn kids.
For @innytoes because she’s a nerd who wanted “ALL THE AESTHETICY POSTS WITH CUTE BUCKY HEADCANONS AND SHIT.”
Bucky is that wannabe punk who smokes cigarettes for the aesthetic (but he knows Steve has asthma so he tries to hide it). Steve can always smell it on his jacket though and Bucky will insistently pretend he can’t see Steve’s disappointed look. Bucky is an engineering student who’s just in college cause Steve is in it. He’s that kind of hipster trash that gets knock-off pink and teal docmarts and tears the holes in his jeans with a scissors.
He spends his time either bugging Steve with lewd one-liners or figuring out if tattooing his entire body is overkill (cause he wants to be punk but he also wants a job). Steve still puts up with him.
“Again?” Bucky sets down a cup of coffee by his boyfriend’s elbow with a sigh, watching with fond exasperation as Steve sucks the blood off his finger where he’s stabbed it with the needle for the fifth time. “Why don’t you just let me do it?”
“’Cause you have the unsteadiest hands in the entire world.” Steve grumbles, squinting at the little pouch in his hand behind his thick hipster glasses. “The fuck do these things have to be so small for?”
“I dunno why you insist on making people handmade birthday presents. You hipster fuck.” Bucky shakes his head at the long-suffering look that says Steve is asking himself the same question. “I got her a fifth of nice vodka and a fancy glass to drink it out of.”
“That’s because you’re a terrible person who won’t stop ‘til we’re all alcoholics.” Steve grunts in frustration when the thread falls off the end of his needle. Again. “Handmade stuff is special… and I don’t know where to buy these, anyway.”
“Etsy, maybe?” Bucky cranes over to get a look at the second of what are supposed to be ten pouches, all made of different fabrics. Some are bigger - to be filled with beans or rice to turn them into microwavable heat pads, or smaller - ready for baking soda and lavender or whatever else for deodorising gym bags and drawers. “Babe, will you let me help? I’ll tell Nat it was all you.”
Steve fumbles the needle as he tries to thread it and drops it on the floor. He makes a strangled sound and throws his glasses across the table, putting his head in his hands. Bucky tries not to laugh because damn, people call him dramatic.
“Fine. Yes. Please help me.” It’s muffled grudgingly through his fingers, and Bucky has to bite his lip to hold in the giggle that wants to escape as he sweeps the pile of sewing stuff over to his side of the table.
By the time Steve is over his conniption and raises his head, Bucky already has one of the bags done.
“Motherfucker!” He grabs for his glasses to make sure he’s not seeing things as Bucky continues placidly (extremely fucking smugly) working on the next pouch. “How did you do that?!”
“I’ve been fixing my own shit and adjusting my shoes since I was a kid.” He shrugs, far too pleased with himself. “You pick it up.”
“You are… terrible.” Steve scowls as Bucky snorts a laugh. “Can’t believe I’m gonna marry you.”
The room is suddenly very silent.
Bucky drops the needle as Steve realises what he just said.
A/N: Sorry for any possible grammar/vocabulary mistakes (English is not my first
After T’Challa was able to erase every bit of the
programming HYDRA did to Bucky’s brain everything went back to normal. Well, as
normal as it can get for someone like Bucky or the Avengers.
Returning to the HQ, Bucky found himself in a place
where he was safe, supported and loved. Feelings that Bucky thought that he would
never feel again after falling from that train.
The ex-assassin spent most of his days getting used
to this new world and catching up with all the movies, music and shows he’s
been missing out. Friends or Futurama was some shows he loved to binge watch in
any occasion he had.
EVERYONE MAKES BUCKY PUNK BUT CONSIDER THIS, FRIENDS
SKINNY PUNK STEVE WITH RIPPED JEANS AND DYED HAIR
BUCKY WITH PERFECT BED HAIR AND A+ HIPSTER CLOTHES
BUCKY DRAGGING A KICKING AND SCREAMING STEVE OUT OF A FIGHT WITHOUT GETTING DIRT ON HIS SLACKS
BUCKY IN THOSE HUGE HIPSTER GLASSES AND STEVE CONSTANTLY MAKING FUN OF HIM BC THEYRE ACTUALLY SUPER HOT
BUCKY BEING A PACIFIST BUT STEVE IS JUST LIKE “BUT CONSIDER THIS: REVOLUTION”
STEVE DRAGGING BUCKY TO FOB CONCERTS
PUNK STEVE CONVINCING BUCKY TO GET A PIERCING !!!!!
PUNK STEVE AND HIPSTER BUCKY!!!!!
So it’s my headcanon that Bucky Barnes gets into music because Steve introduces him to a lot of stuff. Wanda, being kind of a hipster, introduces Bucky to The Avett Brothers, and Bucky loses it over the song “I and Love and You”, because of the line:
“Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in. Are you aware the shape I’m in? My heart it breaks, my head it spins, Brooklyn Brooklyn, take me in.”
And the he makes Steve listen to the song, and that’s the first time since he remembers most things that Bucky Barnes has seen Steve cry.