Tony: Did you do anything today? Bucky: Hung out with Steve. The sun came out, and I walked on my feet and heard with my ears. I ate the bits, the bits that stay down and I work, I f-function like I’m a man. I hate it because I know it’ll go away! The sun grows dark and chaos has come again. It’s… fluids. What am I? Tony: You are my beautiful boyfriend. Bucky: I-I threw up on your bed. Tony: Yep. Definitely my boyfriend.
A/N “All of my Drabbles and headcanons are going to be about fat readers unless requested otherwise. The reason I do this is because I am constantly reading fanfics about skinny women, and there’s nothing wrong with that, I just thought I’d contribute to the larger readers because I am fat as well. But if you want a skinny reader or something else, just ask☺️”
It was a rainy day and you were sat against the headboard of yours and Bucky’s shared bed, reading a book. Days like these were your favorite, the soft pitter patter of rain on the windows, the way everything looked so dark yet so light, the way you could just relax and not have to worry about missions or Hydra or any other threat. You were so engrossed in your book in fact that you didn’t even hear Bucky come through the door, he had just finished sparring with Steve and was looking forward to a much needed shower, and maybe he could convince you to join too. He had expected a greeting, a kiss or a hello at least, but what he got was you sitting on the bed oblivious to his presence. Bucky didn’t like that, yes he loved watching you read, loved the way your nose would crinkle when a character did something you hated and the way your eyes would light up and smile when a character did something you loved. But right now he wanted attention, so he sat his gym bag down with a thump, hoping to rouse you, and it did, but you decided you were going to play a little game. You ignored the sound and turned another page, pushing your glasses up a tad and continued reading. Bucky was slightly annoyed, ‘how had she not heard that?’ he asked himself. So Bucky tried his next move in getting you to notice him, “Hi, doll” …. silence. Bucky was surprised, obviously you heard that, right? It wasn’t until he saw your lips upturn a little that he realized you were ignoring him. ‘So that’s how she wants to play it’ Bucky slowly sauntered over to you, being as sexy as he possibly can, which to be honest he doesn’t have to try hard. He takes off his shirt and crawls up the bed towards you, you’re trying your hardest to to seem fazed, but Bucky could tell he was getting to you, from the crimson in your cheeks to the way you clenched your thighs together to quell your arousal. But you weren’t giving in, not by a long shot, you continued to read as he climbed up your body and rested his head on your soft stomach. And he just layed there, you found it odd how he wasn’t doing anything so you decided to take a peak from the top of your book and what you saw gave you chills. There he was, smirk on his face and hands at your sides “Bucky, do-” you were cut off by the assault of his hands, one flesh and one metal, tickling your sides and blowing raspberries on your round tummy. Your book flew from your hands and you immediately tried to pry his hands off you, all while giggling and gasping for breath “ Stop! It tickles! ” “That’s the point, doll” he said while laughing along with you. Finally he decided you had enough and stopped to let you catch your breath. You were still giggling and Bucky chuckled softly “You still gonna ignore me?” he asked while massaging your sides and smiling at you. “I don’t know, what else do you got up your sleeve?” You said cheekily. Bucky leaned in and put his lips just close enough to touch slightly “I’ll show you”
You were my last young renegade heartache It only took one night Caught in the eye of a hurricane, darling We had to say goodbye I wanna know that you’re somewhere out there Somewhere down this road You were my last young renegade heartache How could I let you How could I let you Don’t wanna let you I’ll never let you go