Bitch Am I Really Sorry Though I Love My Man HAnk

bitch am i really sorry though i love my man hAnk

tom hiddleston rly out here snatchin my wig again with his live ‘i saw the light’ performances and singing ‘bear necessities’ and his little bum waggle at the end and his ‘i’m sorry’

and wow im dead

thanks to @teawithbucky for reminding me about his hank williams role after a whole week of not thinking about tom hiddleston and now i wont get him out of my head for like the next three days minimum thanks-

here are a few vids i watched but,,,, i am not done

Thank you!

Scarlet

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (romantic) ft. Tiny Steve (platonic), Platonic!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and probably historical inaccuracy (I tried my best).

Summary: With the war starting, Bucky takes you to one last night out, making it the most memorable date between the both of you.

A/N: This is my entry for @sweetboybucky ‘s 1k challenge! Congrats on this milestone! I got inspired by the word Zenosyne, the sense that time keeps moving faster. Near the end, it doesn’t really follow the MCU timeline so let’s just forget that infinity war happened, okay? Okay. Lastly, thank you so much for 200 followers! 

Thank you to @whistlingwillows as always for proofreading ily

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The quiet hum of a vinyl plays in the background as Bucky stares at himself in front of a full body mirror, buttoning his last button on his uniform. He pats his arms to smooth the fabric and reaches over to where his merlot stained record player rests. He lifts the needle, halting the tune, and grabs a gift for you beside it, stuffing it into his back pocket. Bucky isn’t fond of this particular artist, but when you bought it for him unexpectedly on a date, he took it upon himself to grow to like it. Whenever he plays this on nights alone, he can’t help but think of how bright your face lit up when you found the tucked away record store you bought it from, dragging him by his bicep behind you.

Walking to his apartment door, he grabs his uniform cap from its doorknob and jogs to his mirror once again. He places the cap on his head, tilting it to the side purposefully so you can’t do it for him and mess his hair up. Giving himself one more look over, he lets out a sigh.

“Possibly the last night with my girl; Gotta impress her,” he mumbles to himself. He hopes that he looks presentable enough to accompany the stunning young woman that you are and make you swoon for one last time.

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THE CAPTAIN MARVEL TRAILER MIGHT COME OUT TOMORROW IM GOING TO COMBUST

Thank you so much, Rae! I really appreciate it 😊💛

Scarlet

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (romantic) ft. Tiny Steve (platonic), Platonic!Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and probably historical inaccuracy (I tried my best).

Summary: With the war starting, Bucky takes you to one last night out, making it the most memorable date between the both of you.

A/N: This is my entry for @sweetboybucky ‘s 1k challenge! Congrats on this milestone! I got inspired by the word Zenosyne, the sense that time keeps moving faster. Near the end, it doesn’t really follow the MCU timeline so let’s just forget that infinity war happened, okay? Okay. Lastly, thank you so much for 200 followers! 

Thank you to @whistlingwillows as always for proofreading ily

(gif not mine!)

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The quiet hum of a vinyl plays in the background as Bucky stares at himself in front of a full body mirror, buttoning his last button on his uniform. He pats his arms to smooth the fabric and reaches over to where his merlot stained record player rests. He lifts the needle, halting the tune, and grabs a gift for you beside it, stuffing it into his back pocket. Bucky isn’t fond of this particular artist, but when you bought it for him unexpectedly on a date, he took it upon himself to grow to like it. Whenever he plays this on nights alone, he can’t help but think of how bright your face lit up when you found the tucked away record store you bought it from, dragging him by his bicep behind you.

Walking to his apartment door, he grabs his uniform cap from its doorknob and jogs to his mirror once again. He places the cap on his head, tilting it to the side purposefully so you can’t do it for him and mess his hair up. Giving himself one more look over, he lets out a sigh.

“Possibly the last night with my girl; Gotta impress her,” he mumbles to himself. He hopes that he looks presentable enough to accompany the stunning young woman that you are and make you swoon for one last time.

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