#pleeeease bucky looks so tired ^^;

[glindauplland]

THUNDERBOLTS* (2025) | SUPER BOWL LIX TRAILER

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes

[fluffymcu]

How about y/n is in a playful mood so she decides to wrestle Bucky as an attempt to get his attention. Both him and Peter were playing on the PlayStation and she accidentally made him lose the game. Bucky growls in frustration then grabs her and pulls her onto his lap then attacks her with tickles. Teasing her for being an attention seeker.

“But what you don’t know, Spider boy, I’ve been practicing. You’re not winning against me anymore!” Bucky tittered, pride swelling in his chest from all the hours he’d secretly practiced Mario Kart while Peter was at school.

“Bucky!!“ you whined loudly, leaning your head and arms on the backrest of the couch. You wanted him to hang out with you today. You were bored and everyone else was busy so you wanted to be with him.

“I’m playing, y/n/n.” He said, not taking his eyes of the screen. You growled and got up to circle the couch and stand next to him.

“Bucky I’m bored!” You whined. You knew you were acting childish but… you really didn’t care. You stood in front of him, blocking his view and he quickly stood up as to not fall off the road in the game.

“Y/n/n move. You’re in the way.” He tried to bump you out of the way but you were determined to stay.

“No. I’m bored.” He didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

“Ooh! Knocked you off!” He laughed at peter, who now was groaning in annoyance of being put in 6th place now.

Bucky won the game standing up, and he cheered and rubbed it in letters face. Your hopes skyrocketed because now this would mean that he was all yours now, right?

“Best 2 out of 3!” Peter yelled. Your eyes widened as your body slumped.

“You’re on!” Bucky laughed, starting to sit down. You quickly beat him to the seat and sat on his spot. He turned to look at you and you crossed your arms and smirked. “Ha!” You smiled. Bucky scoffed amd chuckled at you. “You think I care that you’re sitting there?” He teased, crouching down and starting to sit on you. You began to scream and slap at his back, making him bust out laughing and stand back up. You kicked his butt as he stood, making his take a step forward. “Ohohow.” He laughed.

“Buckyyyy I wanna play.” You whined.

“Then get a controller.” He said, pointing at the basket of ps4 controls.

“Nooo I don’t wanna play PS4!” You cried, throwing your head back. Bucky started another round and mindlessly picked you up and sat in your place. You sucked your teeth and crossed your arms as they began playing again. You hopped back on the couch next to him and began to shake his shoulders to get his attention. “Bucky pleeeease. I wanna plaaaay! I’m so bored, everyone else has something to do with someone but me!” You frowned.

As the round went on, you were relentlessly shaking, poking, and wrestling Bucky. You were surprised at his patience, or maybe he was just too engrossed in the game. Probably the latter. You had Bucky in a headlock and pulling down, to try to wrestle his to the ground but of course he was pretty strong and was able to stay upright.

It was until you covered his eyes with your hands and pulled him down, that he couldn’t see and he fell off the rainbow bridge and lost the game. He could only tell by peter’s victorious cheer that he dropped the controller and ripped your hands away. He stared at the screen in disbelief and groaned. “No!!” He growled and grabbed you from behind him and laid you on his lap. “Ooh, you little attention hog! You got my attention now, is that what you wanted?!” He asked, mercilessly attacking your sides, squeezing and digging his fingers up your ribs and armpits, not paying any mind to your screams of protests.

“AHHH! HAHAHAHAAHAAAA! BUCKYYYY!!” You screamed, rolling around in his lap. You should have seen this coming but you were too bored at the time to think of any consequences.

“Nope! Don’t Bucky me. You wanted my attention? You got it now. And you’re getting ALL of it.” He teased, squeezing your belly repeatedly, making you try to curl up. “Awww don’t hide your little bellyyy!” He smirked, bringing you close and blow a raspberry in the crook of your neck.

“BAHAHA! NAHAHAHAAA IHIHITS TOO MUHUHUCH!” You wheezed, bringing your shoulder up to your ear to block him out. Bucky giggled along with you and dug his thumbs into your inner thighs.

“Aww, you asked for more than you can handle? I mean you were begging and begging for me to play with you… now I am and you’re acting like you don’t wanna play with me anymore.” He pouted sarcastically, grinning at your shrieks from tickling your inner thighs. He held you like a baby again and nuzzled his stubble into your waistline. You shook your head violently and began to let out hysterical laughter, impatiently kicking out your feet in ticklish agony.

“H-no no nohohohooo. No MOHOHORE I CAHAHANT. IHIHIM SORRY I MADE YOU LOHOHOSE!”

Bucky smirked and leaned your upper body off the couch while keeping your legs on his lap. Then; with your shirt ridden up from your position, he thoroughly shook his hand into the middle of your belly causing you fall into another stream of giggly laughter, a wide grin on your face and your nose scrunched up. “Oh you’re adorable.” He cooed, scooping you back up and kissing your forehead. “You’re lucky you’re cute. I woulda given you the Sam treatment.” He teased, winking at you before getting up from the couch and taking you with him. “I’ll be back, Parker.” And with that, he brought you to his room and laid with you on the bed.

“Let’s take a nap.” He said, gently pulling your head to his chest. But you got back up, straddling him.

“Buuuuck, I don’t wanna take a nap… I wanna play.” You whined, pointing your lip at him.

“You’re to tired to play.” He said quickly after you, shaking his head slowly. “See?” He softly poked your belly a few times, making you groan and giggle at the same time and curl in ok yourself. “Ah ha, you’re too sleepy to play. Take a nap. I’ll be here with you and we’ll nap together.” He said, pulling your head to his chest again. This time you stayed, heaving a sigh and reluctantly closing your eyes. Sleep quickly overtook you and you felt good. Feeling the warmth of Bucky being there with you was really what you needed.

It was never about play or entertainment, you just wanted your Bucky.

—

I’m so soft 🥺

[lorilane33]

He’s Your Dancing Queen

Summary: Bucky is a man-child about indulging your want to watch Mamma Mia for the hundredth time, and when you come early a few days later you are met with something unexpected. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Word Count: 2,589

Warnings: Bucky being a cheeky little shit. Mamma Mia obsession, fluff out the wazoo because that’s my jam. Hilarity. 

A/N: This is my first every Bucky fic, and I’m super excited about it. Mamma Mia has recently become one of my favorite musical movies and ABBA has no shortage of amazing and inspirational songs :) This is the result of that. Please like and reblog, I live for that shit :) 

Saturday evening arrives in the house you share with your boyfriend Bucky and he lets out a groan while his eyes roll to the back of his head; you’ve made your choice for what movie you want for movie night.

“Y/n, doll. I get that it’s your turn to pick the movie we watch, but Mamma Mia? AGAIN?” Bucky settles into the couch and his arm goes around you, his mind flashes back to the last time you watched Mamma Mia. “Didn’t we just watch it on Wednesday?” 

“So?? Bucky, come on.” You stick your bottom lip out in a pout, knowing he can’t handle it when you ask so sweetly. “Pleeeease? I promise I won’t sing along too loudly this time.” 

Bucky knows you are taking advantage of him but he can’t bring himself to tell you no, especially when it’s something that continually brings you this much joy. Letting out a defeated sigh he responds, “Fiiiine, we can watch it again.” When he hears you squeal in response he smiles and adds on, “It’s so not fair that you use that pout against me, Y/n. You know that look coming from you breaks my heart.” 

You reach up and kiss Bucky’s cheek, the scratch of his beard against your lips a nice feeling. “You know you love me, no matter what. Now, stop being a punk if you want to keep cuddling with me.” A smirk gracing your features. 

A few songs into the movie, you’ve completely forgotten the promise you made Bucky and are currently singing along (loudly) to Dancing Queen with Donna, Tonya, and Rosie, wishing you could run away to Greece with Bucky. 

Suddenly you feel a heavy weight against you as Bucky sags into you and sighs with boredom. Trying to get him on board with the fun, you shove the air mic into Bucky’s face, and all you get is a grumble about how he’s heard this song a million times and he’s tired of it. Laughing, your whole body moves to the beat of the song and you serenade him through to the end of it. 

“Finally, that stupid song is over. Can we watch something else now?” you hear Bucky mumble, adding on another dramatic sigh for effect. 

Your eyebrows shoot up in response and you momentarily frown, the movie momentarily forgotten. “Excuse you, Bucky? It was my turn to pick!” 

“I feel like I’m going to be singing these songs in my sleep because of how often we’ve watched this movie,” Bucky replies. He rolls his eyes. “And the last thing I want is to be singing ABBA songs when I’m trying to rest, doll.” 

Rolling your eyes you turn your attention to the TV and realize you’ve almost missed the beginning of your favorite scene. “That’s great, hon. We can talk about it later, I promise. Now, please… shush.” 

An overly dramatic and indignant look crosses Bucky’s face as he realizes you’re blowing him off and he tightens his arm around you, “Now who needs to be excused, little missy? You think you can just -”

Suddenly a pillow collides with his face and he is momentarily stunned. “I said SHUSH!” You yell all while your attention remains on the screen, where Sky and Sophie are singing their duet, Lay All Your Love On Me.

“Y/n, are you ignoring me for Sky??” Bucky whines, glancing back and forth between you and the movie. “Oh my god, you totally are!!” He exclaims as he shoves your shoulder.

Smiling you laugh at his need for attention. “And what if I am, Buck? He’s so beautiful! Just look at him!” you cry. “His voice isn’t bad either... So there’s that,” nonchalantly you shrug in amusement. 

“How could you ignore me for him?” He reaches up and pokes you in the nose, and then he points to Sky onscreen as you turn to face him. “HE LOOKS LIKE HOWARD STARK, Y/N, IN CASE YOU DIDN’T NOTICE AND THAT’S WEIRD.”

At this, you burst out laughing. “Howard Stark?? Really, hon? He does NOT look like Howard! Now you’re just grasping at straws. NOW SHHHHHH!!” You add on as you turn your attention back to the TV, the chemistry between Sophie and Sky crackling on-screen. 

Bucky keeps up his petulant attitude. “You’re right, he can’t be Howard because he’s half-naked and the ugly sod is bloody British,” he mockingly responds.  

You pat Bucky’s knee in response to his obvious jealousy. “Awww, Sweetie. It’s okay to be jealous every once in a while,” you coo gently. 

“Jealous?! Me?! JEALOUS OF THE HOWARD STARK WANNABE??? Please.” Bucky huffs as his eyes roll again. “How much of this movie do we have left anyway?” 

Your grin grows wider as you break the news to him. “Bucky. Sweetheart. Babe. My love. We’re not even halfway through yet. You’ve seen this movie before, you should know!”

Bucky dramatically groans, adding another eye-roll in for effect, as he flops down to lay his head in your lap. His metal arm wraps around your waist as he mumbles into your leg, “Just wake me up when it’s over.” 

You roll your eyes fondly at his antics knowing he wasn’t actually upset about any of it. “Fine, Buck. Go to sleep, you brat.” Your hand finds its way into his soft, short locks, and gives it a firm tug. He lets out a small squawk of surprise and glares at you before he closes with a victorious smile on his face. 

Once the movie ends you shake Bucky to wake him up. “Hey. Wake up, it’s over.” 

“Oh my god, finally!” Bucky mumbles through a yawn. “I was beginning to think it would never end. Did you finally get enough of your boy Sky and his stupid British nonsense??” 

Giggling, you respond as you pinch him. “Maybe I haven’t, we should watch it again to make sure. You’re such a brat, you know that?” 

He gasps. “NOOO!” batting your hand away, he continues. “Excuse you? Who are you calling a brat, punk?”  

“Hey! I could have left you to sleep out here on the couch, ya know. But I didn’t, because I’m a loving girlfriend.” 

“A loving girlfriend, huh? I wouldn’t have to sleep through half the movie if you didn’t make me watch Mamma Mia all the time, Y/n. So technically this is your fault.” He begrudgingly sits up, glaring at you for waking him up. 

You smile and boop his nose. “How on Earth is this my fault, Buck?” 

A look of mild annoyance lands on his face when he pulls away from your finger. “How is this your fault? Gee, I wonder how this could, in any way, be your fault?”  

Pushing him off the couch, you smile and kiss his head as you walk past him, letting your fingers graze his bearded jaw.  “Awww, Buck. You’re so cute when you’re jealous.”

Eyes widening as he realizes what you said, he calls out to your form retreating into the bedroom. “I am NOT jealous of not Howard, Y/n! We’ve discussed this!!” 

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“Exactly, Stef! I don’t understand how she thinks she has the right to do that.” You continue your phone conversation while digging in your purse for your keys as you walk up to the porch. 

Listening to your friend’s reply, you walk up the front steps and successfully pull your keys from your purse. Suddenly you hear muffled voices, and it sounds like it’s coming from inside. 

“Hey, Stef, I’m gonna have to call you back. Yeah, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.” You end the call and dump the phone into your purse as you go to unlock the door. “Buck?”

Once you open the door the mystery of the blaring noise is solved as you hear the opening chords of Sky and Sophie’s duet coming from the living room, then Sky’s voice is heard too. But this time there’s another voice.  “Um, Bucky?” You call out, hoping to figure out where he’d disappeared to. 

You place your keys in the dish by the front door, confusion settling in. However, the mystery of the missing boyfriend, too, is solved momentarily as seconds later you turn the corner into the living room only to see Bucky, who apparently has no idea you’re home.

The man who complained about watching Mamma Mia only days previously is now singing along with the movie, giving it all he’s got, clad in nothing but his boxer briefs. Your mouth drops open at the sight before you as he whips his shorter locks to the song. Bucky’s hand that isn’t using the remote as an air mic glides down his body as he does a few body rolls, then his hips start swinging in time to the beat as he runs his free hand through his hair, making it stick up even more than it already was. 

You continue to stare, absolutely gobsmacked, as your boyfriend starts moving along with the words even more as the second verse builds to the chorus:

“It was like shooting a sitting duck,

A little small talk, a smile and baby I was stuck.

I still don't know what you've done with me,

A grown-up woman should never fall so easily.

I feel a kind of fear

When I don't have you near,

Unsatisfied, I skip my pride

I beg you, dear,”

Bucky finishes an attempt at an elaborate spin move as he sings the last line, and you finally snap out of your trance and begin laughing. 

His eyes fly open as he hears you, not expecting you to be home so soon. “Y/N?!? OH MY GOD, I THOUGHT YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE HOME UNTIL SEVEN!?!” Bucky frantically tries to find the remote on the coffee table for a few seconds, only to make you slouch against the wall in laughter as he realizes he’s been using it as a mic. 

Suddenly your laughter is the only sound now as the TV goes silent when Bucky pauses it. He crosses his arms, drawing your attention to his chest, which is heaving with his heavy breathing and covered in a light sheen of sweat. 

Pulling yourself back up to a standing position, you wipe the tears that have been streaming down your face as you try to compose yourself. Giggling, you reply, “Yeah, Buck, I wasn’t. But if you had looked at your phone at all over the last hour you’d have seen my text that said I was coming home early. And lemme tell you, I’ve never been so glad to have you not read my text in our entire relationship.” 

You let your eyes now wander appreciatively over your mostly naked boyfriend, taking in the Greek god that is James Barnes, and when your eyes get back up to his face you see him scoff at you. “Hey! Quit ogling the merchandise. Geez, doll, I feel so objectified right now.” 

Smirking at him, you roll your eyes at his antics. “But what if your merchandise is really, really nice to look at?” You pause. “Speaking of merchandise, Buck. Umm. I’m assuming you know you’re running around in your underwear? Where are your clothes?” 

Without missing a beat Bucky says, “Pfft. Duh, Y/n! Of course, I know I’m in my underwear. It’s the best state to be in. And for my clothes, they’re In the dresser, where they’re supposed to be? Well. My sweats are probably on the floor, but whatever.” He shrugs like that’s the most logical place for his pants to be. 

Unable to keep a straight face, you break down into giggles. “So you’ve just been wandering around in your briefs since I left this morning?”

Dropping the remote onto the couch cushion, Bucky walks over to you, a mischievous glint in his eye.  “Yeah, pretty much. Got a problem with that?” 

With Bucky suddenly in front of you, blue eyes staring at you so intensely, your response is much breathier than you anticipated. “Nope. Not a single problem, Buck. But, baby.” Breathing deeply and arching your eyebrow at him you continue. “Last time I checked, you thought Sky was a Howard Stark wannabe and made fun of the fact that he’s British. What’s up with that?”

Bucky shrugs in defeat, chuckling as he responds. “What can I say? It’s really not my fault ABBA has killer songs. And it’s also not my fault that the story they’ve used the songs to tell is a damn good one.” His hands come to rest on your hips, lightly rubbing his thumbs over your hipbones, his eyes bright. “And it’s still not my fault that my irresistible girlfriend makes me watch the movie all the damn time. I’ve had it memorized for three months, doll.” 

Almost subconsciously your arms reach up to rest on his shoulders in response to his ministrations as he gently brushes his nose against yours. “But Y/n here’s the real question. It’s really important, so I need you to answer honestly. My performance. It blew a half-naked Sky out of the water, right? No contest?” 

“Oh my god, Bucky!” You slap his chest, laughing. “We were having a moment and you were such a brat and ruined it!” 

You lean your forehead against his shoulder in an attempt to gain some composure, but it fails because your head is bobbing along to Bucky’s laughter emanating from his chest. “Doll, it was an honest question. I just need your honest opinion, that I’m better than Sky.”

Pulling away from Bucky, you walk back toward the doorway where the two bags you brought home were strewn, forgotten, along with your purse. With an affectionate laugh, you look back at him. “Bucky Barnes, some days I haven’t the slightest idea what to do with you. You are such a man-child.” 

Smiling, he rolls his eyes at your retort. You walk up to him, resting your free hand on his bicep as you go up on tiptoe to press a sweet kiss to his lips. His hands reach for your ass, but you swat his hand away and smirk.  “Nope. Hands off, mister. I’ll never make it to the shower if I let you get your hands on me.” He chuckles.  

You brush past him, pausing for a second. “And to answer your super important question? Hands down better than Sky, doll. You’re definitely my dancing queen.” Suddenly Bucky yelps in surprise as the crack of your hand firmly slapping his ass echoes in the room as you run to the bedroom. 

“HEY! Get back here, you brat!” Bucky yells as he takes off after you, rubbing his ass the whole way. 

A couple of hours later, after Bucky finishes showing you just how much he loves you, and after finally, finally finishing in the shower, music can once again be heard blaring from the TV. If anyone were to walk up to the door at this point in time they would hear voices muffled through the door just as you had earlier that day, not quite sure what it was they were hearing. 

In the living room, though, unaware of anyone or anything outside yourselves, you find yourself in your underwear right beside Bucky in his, loudly singing and dancing along to Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again like there’s no tomorrow. Bucky may be a man child, but he’s your dancing queen, and you wouldn’t trade him for anybody else.

[djarinbarnes]

Stains pt. 2

Word Count: 1148

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Warnings: oral sex (male receiving), fluff, mentions of underage intercourse (both parts underage)

Prompt: “Thinking about preserum cheerleader Steve with bruises on his knees and grass stains on his uniform because football star Bucky loves celebrating after every win”

Bucky came home to a quiet house. Every light was turned off, and he felt his erection twitch in his sweatpants. Was this really the game Steve wanted to play? He ventured into the two story house, the flashlight from his phone illuminating the family portraits littered on the walls. He ascended the stairs quietly, stopping dead in his tracks when he heard soft pants and moans coming from his room down the hall. He wouldn't... Bucky thought as he crept closer to the room, phone tucked away in his sweats.

He pushed the door open quietly, taking in the sight that met him. Steve was laid back on his bed, hand running up and down his slicked shaft, two fingers deep in his tight hole, head thrown back into Bucky’s pillow. Obscure moans left him as his fingers slid in and out of his hole, curling and working him open slowly. The sight left Bucky’s mouth watering and he felt his cock twitch yet again.

Steve angled his fingers upwards, a deep moan emitting from his throat along with a “Bucky!”

Steve definitely knew he was watching.

The noise filling his ears was angelic. He let out a groan as he approached the smaller boy, pulling off his shirt. Steve pulled his fingers from his hole, hand reaching out to welcome him home. Bucky’s large hands clasping around the small ankles, pulling him to the foot of the bed. Steve looked up at him with hooded eyes, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

“You’ve been a bad boy Steve, teasing me like you did… And then I find you here, on my bed, pleasuring yourself? Do I need to punish you?” He muttered out as his large hand gripped Steve’s length, pushing off Steve’s own hand. He squeezed his fist tightly. He knew how to get Steve to give in to him immediately.

“I’ve been bad, Bucky… Please?” Steve whispered as he batted his eyes at the older boy. Bucky clenched his jaw as he watched Steve, before grabbing him harshly, turning him on his knees.

His hands looked huge as he ran them over Steve’s delicate back, admiring the way he drew goosebumps on his skin.

He grazed his fingers over Steve’s inviting ass, fingers gliding over the lubed up skin around his puckered hole before pushing two in to the last knuckle. He watched as Steve arched his back, letting out a hngh at the intrusion. Steve’s hand flew down to grab his length, but Bucky stopped him before he could get that far. He twisted the sinful hand behind the smaller boy’s back, leaning over him;

“You don’t get to decide what happens tonight.” Bucky groaned next to his ear.

Steve let out a whimper, Bucky’s thick fingers still working him open, curling around inside him harshly.

"I'm going to fuck you, hard, right here as you lay." Bucky muttered, feeling Steve clench around his fingers

"Hands on the bed, palms down. If I see them moving, you get punished. You got that?" Bucky spoke through gritted teeth, curling his fingers against Steve's prostate, Steve letting out a load groan before he nodded quickly. "You can clench your fists, but that's it." Steve nodded again, and Bucky let the thin arm go, watching as Steve placed his hands palms down. Bucky pulled back from leaning over his lover to admire his fingers slipping in and out of the tight ring of muscle. Bucky leaned forward and grabbed the lube from the bed, popping the cap open with his teeth before drizzling a gentle amount over Steve's sensitive skin, fingers gliding much more easily.

Bucky pushed his sweatpants down quickly, stepping out of the material before pulling Steve closer to the edge, ass prodded up so beautifully. Bucky tugged at his length a few times, spreading lubricant over the angry head of his cock, down his length, biting his lip as Steve whimpered.

He grabbed Steve's hips tightly, pushing into Steve forcefully, a soft cry emitting from the smaller boy.

"Yes, Bucky, please!" Steve whimpered as Bucky's hips snapped into his, his body grasping Bucky's painfully hard, erect length so deliciously, hands tightly gripping the sheets.

Bucky watched his boyfriend give into the overwhelming pleasure, biting his lip harshly, tears welling up into the corners of his eyes.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty when you cry Stevie,” Bucky muttered through gritted teeth as he watched the smaller boy crumble underneath him. His hips moved harshly against his boyfriends’, his thick girth stretching Steve so painfully delicately.

He clenched his jaw tightly as he watched Steve suck his bottom lip into his mouth, his hands tightly fisting the sheets as a steady sound emitted from Steve’s throat wrecked by Bucky slamming into him.

"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking huge, please, please, pleeeease," Steve managed to mutter out, face scrunched up in oversimulation from the sudden change he felt throughout his body. "Please let me cum, please can I cum, please?" Steve spoke through gritted teeth, trying to hold himself together until permission was given. Steve felt a hand grasp his cock tightly, jerking him harshly, his mouth gaping open.

"Cum for me."

And Steve did. His whole body convulsed around Bucky's cock, his muscles squeezing Bucky ever so tightly, the small boy seeing stars as Bucky continued to slam into him. His legs were trembling as Bucky gave one final, hard thrust, emptying into Steve with a shout. Bucky collapsed over Steve's back, completely out of breath as Steve struggled to keep them both kneeling.

"You did so good, baby." Bucky coaxed as his hands came up to stroke his sides, Steve shuddering at the light contact. "I'm so proud of you."

"Fuck, Bucky, baby, please, you're too big inside me," Steve whimpered, feeling the uncomfortableness slowly creeping into his muscles.

Bucky hissed as he pulled out slowly, Steve sighing at the comfort of the emptiness. Steve collapsed onto the bed, knees finally giving in. Bucky grazed his hand over Steve's back slowly, smiling as Steve sighed out of comfort.

"Come on baby. I gotta get you cleaned up," Bucky said as he cradled Steve's face in his hands. His eyes were heavily laced with sleep, soft pants already coming from Steve's plump lips.

"'m tired, Buck." Steve muttered out, leaning into his boyfriend's hands.

"I'll clean you up, okay?" Bucky said as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Steve's temple. Steve answered with a nod before his body was lifted bridal style and he was carried into the bathroom. He sighed into his boyfriend's shoulder, no aspect of time present in his soft haze. He felt as Bucky cleaned him up, caring for him ever so lovingly and sighed as his body once again hit the now changed sheets.

"I love you, Stevie," was the last words he heard before he fell asleep.