#CUTEST

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It’s giving “I’m stealing yo girl” ahh pic.

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This is the cutest thing ever

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[imtaashu]

Teaching Him to Use Modern Tech 📱

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Teaching Bucky how to use a smartphone was supposed to be a casual afternoon task… but no one told you he’d be this cute about it.

Genre: Fluff | Established Relationship | Clingy Bucky | Light Humor

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: Extremely fluffy content ahead! Protective!Bucky, clingy!Bucky, gentle teasing, mentions of technology confusion (lol), and Bucky being dangerously adorable.

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“I swear this thing is plotting against me.”

You looked up from your coffee with a small smile, watching Bucky glare at his brand-new iPhone like it had personally offended him.

“It’s literally the home screen,” you said, laughing softly.

“It changed again!” he insisted, holding up the phone like a crime scene exhibit. “There were these square things and now they’re gone. What the hell is an ‘app switcher,’ doll?”

You scooted closer to him on the couch, grabbing the phone gently from his hand. “Okay, first of all—deep breath. We’re gonna tackle this together.”

Bucky huffed but leaned into your shoulder, clearly happy to let you take over. “This is why I miss the ’40s. You wanted to talk to someone? You showed up at their door. No ‘FaceTime,’ no ghosting, no—what’s it called when someone leaves you on ‘seen’?”

You bit back a grin. “That’s being left on read.”

“Right, well. That’s just rude.”

You giggled as he pouted. “Bucky Barnes, defending the lost art of eye contact since 1917.”

“Damn right,” he muttered.

You walked him through the basics — how to unlock the phone, open apps, and use emojis. (He was highly suspicious of the eggplant.)

“But why would anyone text that to someone?” he asked, squinting at the emoji.

You coughed, suddenly flustered. “Uh. Ask Steve.”

“I will,” he said, determined.

You shoved his shoulder playfully. “Please don’t.”

You weren’t expecting how naturally clingy he got during tech lessons.

Each time you leaned over to show him something on the screen, he’d tilt his head and rest his cheek on your shoulder, or casually wrap an arm around your waist like he needed you physically tethered to him to survive the tech jungle.

At one point, you were trying to teach him how to send a photo and he asked, completely serious:

“Okay, but how do I send one of you to myself? For…emergencies.”

You blinked. “Emergencies?”

“Like when I miss you,” he said simply, not even teasing.

Your heart did not handle that well.

It got even worse when you introduced him to voice notes.

You demonstrated how to hold the little microphone button and record.

“So now,” you said, “you can just say something, and I’ll hear your voice when I listen to it.”

He took the phone, stared at it, then at you. “Like this?”

He held down the button. “Hi, sweetheart. I’m probably sitting next to you while you play this, but if I’m not… I miss you. Come home.”

You stared at the screen. “That’s illegal. You can’t just—be adorable like that without warning.”

He smirked. “So I’m getting better at this, huh?”

You snatched the phone from him and buried your face in your hands. “You’re a menace.”

“A menace who figured out how to make playlists,” he said smugly, waving the phone. “Wanna hear the one I made you?”

Your face peeked out from your hands. “You made me a playlist?!”

He kissed your cheek. “Title: ‘Songs That Remind Me of Her (Even When She’s in the Same Room)’

You were gone.

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Later that night, you caught him under the covers, squinting at the screen with his reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.

“What are you doing?” you asked, brushing his hair back gently.

“Trying to figure out how to set a contact photo for you.”

You crawled into bed beside him. “You’re obsessed.”

“I’m in love,” he corrected, pulling you close. “Big difference.”

“Let me help,” you whispered, taking the phone.

He let you — mostly because your head rested on his chest while you did it, and he could feel your smile every time you laughed softly at his confusion.

You set his lock screen to a picture of you both at Coney Island, sun-drunk and windblown and laughing.

“There,” you said, placing it back in his hands. “Now I’m always with you.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment — just looked at the screen, then at you.

“I’ve had a lot of things taken from me,” he said softly. “But not this. Not you.”

You kissed him, long and slow and certain.

“I’m not going anywhere, Bucky.”

He nodded, burying his face in your neck. “You better not. I just figured out how to pin you in my texts.”

You laughed.

And maybe modern tech was confusing…

But teaching him had never felt more like home.

~ end

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💌Author’s Note: okay listen… this might be my personal favourite fic i’ve ever written 😭💗

i was legit BLUSHING the entire time because bucky is just so adorable in this 😭🥺 it seriously touched my heart in the softest, fluffiest way.

this isn’t just a fic — it’s a serotonin boost, a comfort blanket, a little moment of peace 🕊️

if you smile while reading it even once, my job here is done 💌

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[kness]

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Norris siblings ❤️

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GP running to Max and pulling him in a hug 🫠

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This cat is comfortable in her bougie little cardboard abode.

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