pov- imagines

HENLEYS AND HAIR TIES- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, one mention of sam wilson
warnings: very fluffy you have no idea
about: domestic fluff with bucky barnes or: prompt y/n buying bucky something unrequested because it made y/n think of him.
a/n: stop i actually really like this, i had bad writers block so i just went to a prompt generator and wrote this

the bags in your hand gently knock against the door of your apartment, the other reusable bags gathered at your feet to let your other hand search for the keys inside your bag. you frown when you can't find them, turning a bit to dig further inside and leaning your weight against the door. the knob suddenly turns, and you nearly fall when your boyfriend opens the door, but instead, your favorite super-soldier lets you sink into his chest rather than stand there to watch you pummel to the floor.

"doll?" he asks in confusion, looking down at you.

"um, hi, honey," you greet awkwardly, sprawling your fingers on his chest to push yourself, standing up again to peck bucky's lips.

"couldn't find your keys again?" he teases, gently taking the bags from you, although you argue for a second.

"yes," you grumble, watching as he bends down to collect the bags on the ground. the memory of you struggling to carry all the bags to the car briefly passing through your mind while you observe him effortlessly bringing them to the kitchen. "see, groceries would be a lot easier if i could carry all the bags like they were just a couple of tissues," you complain, closing the door behind him. "'told you to wait for me to go," he reminds, setting everything down on the table and beginning to unpack. "you left the keys on the counter, by the way."

you look at the counter to find he's right, exhaling a short breath of annoyance when you realize it's the third time you've forgotten. "another reason to take me with you," he shrugs, and you breathe out a laugh, "why are you so insistent on going grocery shopping with me? you need to rest after missions like you insist i do. besides, it's not as fun as you seem to think it is."

you stand next to him, folding all the bags that are empty. "everything's fun with you," he winks, and you bump his hip with yours, a smile on your lips. "so cheesy, mister barnes," you say, turning to look at him.

"only for you, doll," he chuckles, handing you another bag. "so how was the store?"

you shrug, "boring. how was the mission?" he hums, putting away the fridge items while you stare at him from the pantry.

"easy. you cleaned up the base for us."

you smirk, "'s what i do." he meets you at the kitchen table, pressing a proud kiss to your cheek. you turn to kiss him properly, twirling one of the loose strands from his bun with your finger. your nail drags on his jaw when you pull away, collecting the heat from his blushing skin. cute. "wanna watch a movie later?" you cock your head at him, grinning when he kisses your nose.

"sam picks today."

your eyebrows furrow, "sam? is he coming over?" you look at the table, satisfied to find it clean and void of grocery bags.

bucky shakes his head, "no, he just keeps annoying me about this movie i've never heard of."

"ah," you nod slowly, already knowing what movie he's talking about, "you really wanna watch mean girls?"

bucky's shoulders raise cluelessly, "i don't even know what it's about."

you chuckle, guiding your fingers to thread through his vibranium ones, heading to the couch as he trails along when you spot one more bag. "oh! one more thing," you squeeze his fingers, reaching into the bag to pull out what you bought. "i saw this and remembered how you keep borrowing these because you hate your hair falling into your eyes, and while i really don't mind, wan and nat kind of do, so i bought you some," you smile, handing bucky the package of colorful hair ties you picked out for him. "also, you have like, two henleys left since i keep stealing them, so i got you some more." you motion to the bag, which contains a few henleys in neutral colors. "but, i will probably steal those, too, after you wear them and they smell like you," you beam, "just to warn you."

bucky still hasn't said anything, staring at the hair ties you gave him- bought for him. specifically for him. just because you saw them and thought of him and remembered something about him. his eyes flicker to the bag, and he remembers the way his henleys hung off of your shoulders, the crinkle of your eyes as you tell him they smell like him.

"oh, i almost forgot," you tap your free palm against your forehead, turning to the kitchen, oblivious to the inner turmoil going on inside bucky's mind, "i got fresh plums for you since i know you really like them. they're in the fruit container thing steve got for us– which, by the way, i am one-hundred percent sure is not a fruit container–" bucky suddenly cuts you off, pulling you to his chest and nuzzling his nose into your hair.

"thank you," he murmurs, recognizing the warm comforts of your arms as they wrap around his back.

"oh- yeah. it was no problem," you laugh softly, before settling your cheek on his chest, rubbing your nose on the shirt that smells like a mix of you and him.

your knowledge about the plums– something he hadn't even told you, you'd just cared enough to notice- is what makes him shut his eyes as he drinks everything in, the hair ties in his favorite color settled in his hand, the henleys that he can't wait for you to take again, the little notebook you got him a couple of months before because you had observed he had filled his last one up– it wraps around him akin to your softness, assuring him that you actually love him, that you pay attention to him and think about him even when he isn't there.

the tears that gather in his eyes make him pull you closer and kiss your forehead, and although it shouldn't be, it's a surprising realization that he's happy. and maybe he deserves it, too.