Hullo, wonderful Winter children
Hope your day is fantastic
Has your week been hard? Well, here's a quick remedy for that.Warnings: Language, mass amounts of sass
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□■□■□■□■□■□You opened your Pintrest app, casually scrolling through your feed, as usual. You had a few humor pictures, a few 'fun facts' pictures, and lastly, you had a few #BUCKYPROTECTIONSQUAD pictures. Being the girlfriend of James Barnes himself, you were obliged to join the squad. How could you not protect the man you loved?
With a small giggle, you clicked on the profile that created to board, scrolling through some pictures related to Bucky. Then, of course, a certain picture caught your eye.
"Hot damn." You mumbled, admiring the rather attractive picture of your boyfriend. You continued scrolling, only to find more.
"Stop." You said to the picture, a small smile edging it's way onto your face. It was kind of frustrating, how photogenic Bucky really was.
"Hey, Bucky!" You shouted. He walked in while he was tying up his hair, a white shirt and blue jeans on.
"What's up, buttercup?" He asked with a dorky smile on his face.
"Why are you so hot?"
"..."
"..."
"What?" He asked.
"Why are you so hot?" You repeated, emphasizing your point with a picture.
"Look at this!" You nearly screamed. "Why are you so god-dammed hot?!"
His cheeks were bright red, his hands fiddling with each other nervously. "U-Um, I don't know...?" He replied humbly.
"Jesus christ, Bucky. I'm actually impressed."
"(Y/N)? Why are you looking at those?" He asked quietly.
"Because it just came up." You said, peeling your eyes away from your phone. "And hey, maybe I like looking at them." You winked at him, making a small smirk appear on his face. "Ooh! This one's my favorite now!"
"You're to beautiful for this world, Bucky." You mumbled. He rolled his eyes and snatched your phone away, cutting off your protests with a kiss. He pulled away and smirked at you.
"Give me my phone." You demanded.
"Nope."
"Please?"
"Not a chance."
You frowned, making him chuckle. You turned your face away, giving him the silent treatment.
"Aw, come on." He complained, plopping beside you on the couch and pulling you to him. You kept your lips sealed, giving him a death glare.
"I'll make dinner tonight?" He proposed. You were quiet.
"I'll... mop the floors?"
Silence.
".... I'll take my shirt off?"
"Okay."
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Written by Alex
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