We Ride At Dawn, Bitches!

Master List

Bucky: Why do we need ten tubs of ice cream?

Y/N: Do you ever wonder if the barista secretly judges us by our coffee orders?

Y/N: Maybe we should try something new...like, I don't know, communicating? What a crazy idea.

Hi! I have a question in regards to the ones hot "Ex's and Accusations" I can't help but notice how Bucky was trying too hard to make himself seem like he was happy without Reader and when he accused Reader's baby of being Steve's love child and said he hated her, I feel like he really didn't mean it and just wanted to hurt her as much as he believed she hurt him and as soon as the truth was revealed, he was broken. I don't think his relationship with Dot is going to last very long.

Hey! I have a request! I loved Ex's and accusations! I was wondering if you would consider doing a part 2 where Dot gets her just desserts, and Bucky comes to try to make amends with Reader and tells her he still loves her. Whether she takes him back or not is up to you! I know it's been a long time since you wrote it andit wasn'tsupposed to have a happy ending, but it just broke me, and I need more!

Y/N: You really think Santa would come if you leave cookies out that burnt?

Y/N: I can't wait to hang up our stockings by the fireplace!

Bucky: Look at us, celebrating the holidays like two normal people who definitely don’t have a complicated history.

Bucky: So, are we going to exchange gifts or should we just gift each other the usual—stress, existential dread, and the awkward silence of not knowing what to get?

Y/N: You’re such a complicated man, Bucky. You’ve got the brooding, the tragic past, the whole ‘emotionally unavailable’ thing down to an art.

Bucky: I can’t decide what’s more exhausting: fighting off bad guys with you or listening to you overthink every single little thing about our relationship.

Bucky: We’ve been through a lot together. And by ‘a lot,’ I mean almost getting killed like, twenty times."

Bucky: Sometimes I wonder if we’re actually dating or just two people stuck in an eternal state of ‘just trying to survive each other’s weirdness.’

Y/N: Honestly, I don't know how we’re still together. You’re brooding, I’m sarcastic, and neither of us knows how to communicate like normal people.

Bucky: I’ve been thinking about us. And by 'thinking,' I mean trying to remember why I thought dating you was a good idea.

Y/N: If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to start thinking you’re plotting something... ominous.