I feel like Bucky would be the kind of guy that totally changes his look one day and everyone’s like !!!! WHAT !!!! and he’s like oh yeah nbd I shaved my head / pierced my nose / got a face tattoo 😂 could u maybe a do a drabble where Bucky comes home late at night looking totally different and the reader (whom he’s dating) doesn’t recognize and freaks out thinking he’s an intruder? I think that would be rlly cute. Also I totally love your blog!!! Have a nice day 🖤

invisibleanonymousmonsters:

– Despite his long hair being his look from the Winter Soldier days, Bucky never gave any indication that he would get rid of it
– You loved Bucky’s long hair
– You also thought he looked so classically handsome with his shorter cut from back in the day
– The vintage photos always brought a smile to your face
– But you knew Bucky was so handsome that he could do literally anything to his hair and pull it off
– You had gone to bed early one night, exhausted from work
– You’d sent a text to Bucky about hitting the hay early
– You hadn’t seen him since yesterday afternoon
– So when you wake a little from the sound of someone quietly walking into your bedroom, you were already sort of out of it
– The only source of light came from behind the person, making you just see a silhouette
– You jump in bed, realizing that the person had a buzzcut and was definitely not Bucky
– In a sleepy daze, you grab the gun hidden in the nightstand drawer and try to remember all the teaching points Bucky had given you when he taught you how to shoot
– “Jesus, doll! You plan on shooting your boyfriend?”
– The sound of his voice instantly makes you lower the gun
– “Bucky!?” You gasp as you fumble around for the lamp
– Your jaw drops slightly when you see his new look
– Bucky’s long, shaggy hair was gone
– In its place was a very short cut, faded on the sides
– His beard was trimmed too, so it was just scruff
– But he was still wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and his leather jacket
– “Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Bucky. You scared the shit out of me.” You rub your face. “I didn’t recognize you and I thought someone had broken in.”
– “I’m sorry, doll. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
– But then he starts shifting his weight and looks anxious. His hand rubs over his short hair self-consciously
– You give him a soft smile though. “What brought on the makeover?” You ask cheekily
– “I don’t really know. I guess a couple of things.” Bucky sighs. “Part of it was me getting sick of it constantly getting in the way. Another part of me thought it might help me move on.”
– Your eyes went sad from the second part
– “Do…Do you like it?” He asks you nervously
– “I love it.” You answer genuinely.
– “Really?” He gasps
– “Of course, Buck. You have this annoying trait where you look ridiculously handsome no matter what the hell you do with your hair.” You giggle. “Do you like it?”
– “Yeah…Yeah, I think I do.”
– You nod as if to settle it.
– But Bucky wasn’t done with his little secretive transformation stunts
– Months later, Bucky comes home with a tattoo
– With how he and Steve have maintained some old-fashioned values, you never thought he’d be one to get a tattoo
– But when you see what he got, your heart melts
– On his right wrist, right below his palm is a quote in your handwriting.
– “You’re safe. I’m here.”
– It was no secret that Bucky suffered from PTSD and nightmares
– When he woke up from them, he was always confused and disoriented for a few moments
– When you were with him, you always whispered sleepily “You’re safe. I’m here.”
– It always instantly brought him back to reality and calmed him down
– It told his mind that it was a dream. That he was living in a different time now. And that he had you
– It was such a habit that he started having a positive Pavlovian effect from hearing you say it to in your sleepy and loving voice
– “Do you think it’s weird…?” Bucky asked when he first showed you
– “No, Bucky. Never.”
– “It’s just a reminder…for-for when I’m alone. So even when you aren’t with me, you can still remind me.”
– You blinked back the tears that filled your eyes from hearing his explanation. You knew Bucky struggled with sleep when he was on long missions or simply away from you for various reasons.
– “I love you, doll.” Bucky whispers when he sees how emotional you got from the tattoo
– “I love you too, Buck.” Then you clear you nose, trying to regain some sort of composure
– “You know what this means, don’t you?” You tease
– “What?”
– “I have to get a tattoo for you now.”