HELLO NEW FOLLOWERS THAT CAME OUT OF NO WHERE LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL WOULD WANT TO READ

HELLO NEW FOLLOWERS THAT CAME OUT OF NO WHERE LET ME KNOW WHAT YALL WOULD WANT TO READ ♥️♥️

i’m deprived of vinnie fics and that means i’m falling out of my vinnie phase so you know what that means, time to go read @multiii-stan stuff. brb

You shall write for Corpse Husband. Please? :) Maybe like he is live streaming and you just wake up from a nap and come and sit in his lap. And he is talking to you and the chat asks who his is talking to and he says “ oh my girl is here. She sleepy” that would be so cute. You shall do it no questions asked. :) bye

a/n- if i’ve not established this, almost all of my fics are female readers; also, he’s done a face reveal before in this fic so the live can see his face :); changed it a bit-

Warnings: none

I wake up and immediately hear Corpse in the other room streaming. I fell asleep on our living room couch around two hours ago, and i’ve just now woken up. It sounds like he’s been streaming for around an hour by how into the game he is. I stand up and stretch, letting out a yawn as well, then head over into our kitchen. I grab two water bottles from the fridge, and make sure i close the door back before walking out of the room.

I quietly walk over to his recording/streaming room, and before i can knock on the white wooden door, i hear him talking to his chat. “Where’s y/n? Oh, she’s asleep in the living room on the couch. She didn’t get much rest last night so i let her sleep while i started stream.” I smile at his response before knocking on the door and then i hear his chair squeak, “Yeah?” I open the door up and am immediately hit with a majority of darkness. He keeps this streaming room pretty dark except for two lamps for camera lighting. “Hey, baby.” He greets me as soon as i step into the room. I shut the door behind me and i notice he’s not even muted his mic or anything. “Hi, whatcha playing?” I ask him as i walk on over. I sit one of the water bottles on his desk and he smiles up at me from his chair. “Phasmo, you still tired?” His hand reaches out for mine and i happily let him take it.

“Yeah a bit, but i wanna watch you stream.” I then grab one of the spare chairs within the room and place it beside him, sitting down soon after. I begin reading chat as Corpse goes back to playing the game. A lot of them are saying ‘hi’ to me, asking me how i am and stuff. i lean my head on his shoulder as i watch him play and occasionally read the chat. The live can see me as i’m resting my head on his shoulder.

He mutes every ten minutes or so to answer some of the things in chat. “Why didn’t y/n sleep much? That’s up to her if she wants to tell you guys, baby you want to tell them?” He turns to look at me and then he places a kiss to my head. A smile appears on my face and i snuggle into his shoulder even more before answering the persons question, “I had a bad dream and then i couldn’t go back to sleep after that. So i stayed up and watched some tv. It’s been happening a lot lately.” “Yeah, she’s been having nightmares for about a week now. The only time she can really get any rest is during the day.” Corpse adds in before he unmutes again to talk to his friends.

As time goes on, i talk to chat a bit and say hi to his friends that he’s playing with. He streams for about another hour or so and before he ends the stream, we do a quick, little Q&A. We answer as many questions as we possibly can, of course within reason, and then he ends the stream. “My girl still looks sleepy, want to take another nap? It’s only 6pm.” I nod, feeling my eyes beginning to get heavy. I then feel his hand trail up my back and a kiss pressed to my cheek, “C’mon, i’ll order some food while you get some more sleep because my baby needs it.”

protect asian lives. say it with me.

“protect asian lives”

asians worldwide are being beaten and killed. and it keeps going unnoticed. if you are being silent, fuck you.

the amount of hate crimes against asians have risen 1900%. it’s not our fucking fault we are in this pandemic. asians arent a virus or a disease. leave us the fuck alone.

now say it again.

PROTECT ASIAN LIVES

vin smut recs?? love urs btw read them all lol

uhhh @wrldofspice has a couple of fantastic ones, @the-fairy-anon has some wonderful work as well, @creepytoes88 bc like her stuff is bomb🥰, and @wh0re4vinnie has some good stuff

send them some love btw lol^^

also, i’ve not read any vin stuff as much lately bc the tag is kinda dry but i hope this helps a bit and thank youuuu🖤🖤💞💞

okay so....i’ve been scared to write about this particular person because i don’t know a lot about them(i just got into them a bit ago), & i’ve not delved into mcu as much as i’ve liked to in my life....so please don’t cut my head off if i make some simple mistakes, but here’s my first Bucky Barnes fic, and i hope you enjoy

Growing Love- B. B.

a/n- i’m so scared to post this🥲 also this is really fucking long omfg & i didn’t wanna do full blown smut for the first fic of him lol-

Warnings n stuff: slight smut/description of smut- ya know the 18+ stuff, age gap but reader is of age ofc!!, fluff i guess lol, bucky being a bit soft

You’ve *almost* always avoided Bucky as much as possible ever since you joined the Avengers. You two did have a few interactions/conversations within the first few weeks you joined here, but then that all stopped shortly after. He seemed to want nothing to do with you, but you wanted almost everything to do with him. So of course the reason as to why you two stopped having short conversations and interactions, was not at all why you thought it was. You just had noticed his small change of demeanor when you would come up to talk to him by the fourth week and he’d act like he’d want to walk away. He seemed slightly bored of your conversation, or so you originally thought. It saddened you a bit, thinking that he wants nothing to do with you, but the crew had told you ‘he’s always been like that due to everything that’s happened to him in the past, don’t take it to heart’. You somehow shrugged it off, hoping it wasn’t something you had said or done to cause him to stray away from you. Or so you thought.

On the other hand, Bucky was kind of.....not necessarily intimidated by you, but nervous around you. He’d feel his mouth go dry and he felt like he couldn’t speak around you or to you. No matter how hard he would try, he just couldn’t bring himself to continue being around you. He didn’t want to fall for you and end up hurting himself, or worse....hurt you. You couldn’t sense it even if you wanted to, but you should have sensed his darting eyes every time you talked somewhere near him, or when one of your friends asked him to go grab you, he’d be such a mess. He hated being alone with you after those first few weeks, seeing as he was developing some sort of feelings. Something he’d not felt in a while, something that scared him. But you still wouldn’t notice, you were, and are, oblivious. You did, however, sense the pair of eyes boring holes into the back of your skull during every meeting. You couldn’t quite figure out why though. Bucky would try to get close to you, just to see if he could manage to muster the courage up to start a conversation again....but it almost never worked, because of himself and his thoughts; and you. Because he thought you might hate him. And on your end, you didn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable than he already was to begin with. So you didn’t bug him with your presence, unless it was necessary, anymore after he stopped making effort.

You’ve been a part of the Avengers for a little over three years now, and things are still remotely the same between you two somehow. You’ve had a couple of short n sweet conversations with the man, but nothing to the extreme. You’ve also been on a few missions together, but nothing too harsh. You over heard Cap talking to him the other day, something about pushing him a bit more to talk to you. You found it a bit strange, but shrugged it off. Maybe Cap is tired of seeing you two be so distance with each other. After all, it has been three years and you’re still not sure on where you stand in your friendship. That’s what you keep thinking, and part of it is true. Part of it is Steve trying to get you two comfortable enough to go on missions with one another, without fucking them up. Last time, a bullet nearly hit you in the head because you were too worried about where Bucky was, what he was doing, was he okay, why did he keep looking at you the way that he did. But you shouldn’t have been too worried, he is a super soldier after all. That all caused a bullet to nearly strike you straight in the temple. Luckily, you caught it just in time with your telekinetic abilities. You were embarrassed, but it scared most of your teammates(friends) half to death. But the other half of Steve’s reasoning is because he sees how Bucky gets around you....Steve knows.

You’re close with pretty much all of the rest of the team, seeing as most of them mainly and mostly treat you like a younger sibling. They go to extreme heights to care about you and for you. Every time you’re hurt, one of them tends to it like it’ll be the last time they ever see you again. Over exaggerating much? But you love it nonetheless, and wouldn’t trade it, nor them, for anything.

Today is just another normal day to you. Well, you do have the day off, Cap’s orders, and probably a week or two more after today. You went on a pretty hefty mission late last night and nearly got ‘kidnapped’. Thanks to Bucky, he saved your ass and got you back ‘home’. You didn’t escape with zero injuries though, and they weren’t minor injuries either. But nearly getting kidnapped wasn’t entirely your fault. No, it wasn’t your fault at all that you ended up with a knife in your abdomen, ‘nearly bleeding out’ as Nat had called it....and maybe she was right? Anyways, so that’s why you’re sitting out on any; and all; of the exciting things today. Laying in your bed, mindlessly staring out of the huge window, you can’t help but to think about all the things possibly going on outside of your room that you could be missing out on within the tower. The conversations, the missions, the jokes....anything and everything.

You sigh heavily, knowing you want to get up but also knowing that there’s no use in it because what can you actually do? The rest of the team, everyone besides Tony and maybe Peter, Peter would probably try and get you back to your room but fail miserably, would walk you back to your room. Especially Steve and Nat. It’s honestly a kind of groggy day out, one filled with rain showers, cloudy skies, such weather that you honestly really love but know you’d have to hear everyone else complain about if you were out n about. Your attention adverts from the window where you had been staring for the past couple of minutes, over to your bedroom door that’s opened up to your living room. A knock sounded just a couple of seconds ago from your main door to your room.

You huff, realizing that you do now need to get up, and you manage to place your phone down, then hobble up. Your stomach aching with a sharp pain as you do. The worst thing about getting hurt is that you don’t have any super healing abilities. You heal decently fast, but you’re not like some of your avenger friends. You wish you so desperately were so you could be back out there kicking ass, but you just aren’t and you feel like shit for it....it’s not even your fault though.

As you are hobbling over to the door, another few knocks are landed at the wooden surface. “Yeah i’m coming, just a sec.” You reply to the three knocks this time, and then reach for the silver knob that’s cold against the palm of your hand, seeing as its not been touched since early this morning. You twist it and open it up to reveal Bucky. Bucky?

“What’s....up?” You question as you fold your arms over your chest. You’re kind of confused as to why he’s standing at your door right now, considering that there is probably way more important things rather than him talking to you, going on within the huge building. And because he doesn’t just show up at your door randomly. “Just wanted to uh, check up on you.” A small smile forms on your lips and you nod, “Yeah, i’m doing good. But uh.....isn’t there more important things going on rather than checking up on me right now?” You soon realize that it came out a little harsh, which you didn’t intend whatsoever, and his facial expression changes.

You shut your eyes and hold up your hand as if to stop him from leaving, but he wasn’t even going anywhere to begin with. “I’m sorry, that was rude. I- I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy.” You open your eyes and then step back a bit opening the door a bit more, “If you have time you can come in?” You’re hoping this might be the start to a good friendship if he accepts the offer, or maybe, if he has something else to do, he’ll just tell you that and not sugar coat things. “Yeah, of course.” Bucky then steps in and a small smile appears on his lips. Maybe this is a start to some type of friendship....?

~

Three months later, and things have definitely progressed between the two of you. You hang out almost every day you can get the slightest chance and you’ve gone on more missions together than you can count two times over on your fingers. Currently, you’re both sitting on the couch. Bucky is watching some movie you absolutely hate and you’re scrolling on your phone. “Anything else on tv besides this shitty movie?” You ask, some sort of a small smirk on your lips knowing by the scoff he lets out, that he’s going to give you some remark as he usually does. “Well i can only assume that your phone is way more important than i am considering your head is constantly in it, so why does it bug you?” I whip my head up to look at him and his eyes are still fixated on the tv screen as he watches the movie. My mouth drops and i cut my phone off, then setting it beside me on the small table where we’re sitting. “Is not! But it bugs me because i can still hear it. Plus, all the oldies, which includes you....” he eyes you as you pause your words for a second to see his small reaction, “.....always say the “younger generation” stays on their phone too much, so really what else do you expect from me Buck?” A bigger smirk pulls on your lips as you wait for his answer. “You’re calling me old?” “I mean....you technically are Buck.” You shrug your shoulders a bit and he lets out a chuckle with the shake of his head. You can’t help but to feel this weird sensation in your chest as you watch his lips curl into that gorgeous smile. “I’ll try and find something else to watch, doll.” You catch the last word of his sentence, the familiar name he’s called you now for a little over a month rings through your ears. A warm sensation travels through your body and you can’t help but to feel your cheeks heat up. You watch Bucky quickly pick up the remote of the tv, and begin to look through the guide.

You notice, after a few seconds too long of you staring at him, that he’s found a show for the two of you to watch. You quickly advert your gaze over to the tv and begin to watch the show. Somehow at some point, Bucky’s left arm has swung over the back of the couch, his metal hand nearly touching you. It’s not that you mind, you obviously don’t mind at all, but he’s also been more affectionate with you lately. You can’t help but to have your feelings grow even more for him these past three months, but the past two weeks or so?? They’ve soared due to his extreme show of affection. You’re happy, ecstatic actually, that he’s gotten so close with you. You’re not exactly sure what, or maybe who, pried him into talking to you, but you’re thankful. Maybe it was Steve? Maybe that one day you heard him talking to Bucky about things wasn’t the only day he had bugged him. It was Steve, for a fact....it had been. Either way, to your little known knowledge about it all, you were completely happy about the continuously forming friendship between you both.

Well....maybe not exactly ‘friendship’? Bucky knows how he feels. He wishes he could spit the words out or maybe write them down for you....but he just can’t. He’s tried and he can’t. You on the other hand, have tried as well. You don’t want to ruin what’s become of a wonderful bond between the two of you, and who could really blame you? Buck is a hard person to get through to, and you’re extremely lucky, you feel, to have gotten this far into your friendship. So you two sit in each other’s presence everyday, one nor the other not speaking a damn word about the clear and evident elephant within the room; unbeknownst to you two, but not to your friends.

~

Two weeks have flown by, but today you’ve not seen Bucky at all unlike your other usual days. “I’m a bit....worried?” You tell Nat, well not really tell her, more like a questioning sentence more for yourself because you’re not exactly sure if you’re worried. “Why so?” “I’ve not seen him at all today. I know he’s around, but is he starting to avoid me again?” Concern fills your voice, because let’s admit it: you’ve grown extremely attached to Bucky. Why would he just give up on the two of you now? Why would he back out again? Why would he stray away, and push you away.....again?

‘No, it can’t be that right?’ is what you think to yourself, and you’re right. He’s not backing out or staying away again. In fact, he’s sitting up in his room pondering as to how he’s going to admit his feelings to you.....today. He’s ready to and he thinks he can finally go through with it. If he can kick bad guys asses, why can’t he tell you he likes you? Easy right?

You walk back to your room within the tower, still no sign of Bucky. Well that is until you open your room door and there he is, sitting on your couch his head in his hands. “Bucky, how’d you even get in?” You ask him right before you shut your door back. His head whips up to look at you, and you’re now walking over to him. “Door was unlocked, doll. Need to be a little more wary of that.” You chuckle a bit before moving over to sit on the other end of the couch but only a little ways from him. “I was wondering where you’ve been all day, Buck.” You admit to him with a sigh. That voice in your head repeatedly thanking whoever is listening, for him showing up in your room. That he’s not straying away from you.

“Well, here i am.” He lets out a nervous chuckle and things go pretty silent between the two of you for a minute or so. It’s not too much of an awkward silence, it’s pretty bearable but then you start to speak at the same time, causing the both of you to mutter a “no you first”. Then you both chuckle out of straight nerves. You don’t know why you are nervous, but something about today and right now is different. “No seriously you go first. I want to hear what you have to say.” You tell him, turning your body so your legs are on the couch under you, so you can look at him. You give him your full attention and wait as he finds his words. “I think....no, i know that over these past few months, i’ve grown to like you even more. I did before then but i just couldn’t find it in me to get too close to such a perfect person. I’m still afraid i might ruin you, but i can’t keep it down anymore.” Bucky openly admits and even though he pretty much just hinted at him liking you, you still find it within your mind to assume he only means as friends. “Keep what down exactly?” Your brows furrow as you look at the man in front of you on your couch. His head not even looking your way, his eyes glued to the dark, hardwood floor where he stares down at it. You’ve never really seen him act this nervous, but you’re oblivious because he has. “My feelings for you. It’s been so long since i’ve felt something like this and.....it scares me.” Bucky whispers the last part, but you can’t help to feel your heart ache a bit at his last words. As if the ‘perfect person’ thing wasn’t enough to get you head over heels, you’re surely falling even more for him now. “I feel the same way Bucky.” You slowly and gently place your hand on his left forearm and his head finally turns to you. “You mean i’ve practiced this shit over and over again and it would’ve been this easy?” He says in a relieved tone with a laugh at the end. He’s slightly mad at himself for holding off for so long, but he’s fucking glad that you feel the same. You finally nod at him with a big smile on your face, slightly laughing yourself. “I’m one hell of an idiot.” He mutters as he shakes his head. Your eyes meet and you feel this overwhelming sensation flood through you. You’ve never felt it before but you’re sure it’s a good thing. “So before i overwhelm myself here....would you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime?” The blue eyes you’ve managed to get embedded into your brain stare right at you, waiting for your answer. You can’t help but to feel flushed a bit, but heated at the same time. Bucky asking you out on a date? Him admitting his feelings to you? This is all good news yet you’re so....anxious. “Yes, i’d love to.”

~

“I’m telling you, you look great. You always look great!” Natasha says from beside you as you look in the long body mirror that hangs in your bedroom. It’s been about a week and a half since Bucky asked you out and you two have just now had the bit of free time to go out somewhere for the night. “Yeah i know but, what if the lipstick is a bit too much?” You chuckle at her and she lightly slaps your arm, “Shut up.” Nat just rolls her eyes at you, knowing that you’ll be and do perfectly fine.

Once you both hear a knock on your door, you begin to get frantic. “I’ll go get it while you finish the final touches.” Nat lays a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving it a pat before she walks away to go open the main door. You breathe in and out trying to maintain your composure. It’s Bucky, you’ve been around him a lot, right? It’s not some stranger whom you don’t know anything about. It’ll all be fine.

You hear Nat greet Bucky in as you look over yourself once more in the mirror. You fix your hair a bit more and make sure your make up is perfect before smoothing out your black dress. “Okay, it’s fine. Everything will go perfectly fine.” You say to yourself before walking away from the mirror. The clicking of your heels can be heard from the other two within your room as you walk towards them. Bucky himself is feeling a bit nervous, seeing as it’s been quite awhile since he’s taken someone out for dinner. He hopes he can make it a nice night and he won’t fuck things up. So many negative thoughts are running through his mind, not about you, but about how the night could go completely. What if he says something wrong to you that he doesn’t intentionally mean to? What if he spills something on your clothes? What if he trips and makes a fool out of himself? He’s never felt this nervous, or it’s been a while since he has, and it’s killing him. He just hopes you genuinely like him as much as he genuinely likes you. He knows he already spilled his feelings out to you, but he could’ve went all in on it. Telling you how he really feels, but he didn’t and he couldn’t. Couldn’t bring himself to do it, yet again. He just wants you to have a nice night though. He doesn’t want you to have to worry about anything, like work you know? He wants you to enjoy yourself.....and you will.

~

By the end of the night, the two of you have grown even closer. Dinner was amazing, long conversations bloomed, and nothing went wrong. You haven’t felt this exhilarate in a while and you’re happy Bucky made the night great.

As you two walk back to your room within the tower, hand in hand, it’s quiet. Everyone must either be asleep or in their rooms tucked away doing something. Considering it is almost 11pm, you assume only one or the other. Once you both reach your room, you open the door and turn on a light. You notice Bucky not following you in and frown at him a bit, “You can come in Buck.” Your frown changes to a smile, reassuring him that it’s okay. “I just don’t want to over stay my visit.” “You could never, come in.” You place your purse and phone down on the kitchen counter and then hear him close the door. You slip your heels off by the door then grab his hand, leading him over to the couch of your living room. You both sit down and he pulls you into him, his body radiating off warmth and a sense of comfort that you’ve come to grow attached to, especially tonight. The many hugs and arm over the shoulders he did as you walked or were seated beside him sent butterflies straight to your tummy. You almost thought you’d stopped breathing at one point the first time he did so. The smell of his cologne that you have embedded in your senses fills your mind and makes it hazy. You can’t seem to want to depart from this man, ever.

Your hand lays palm-flat on his clothed chest as the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. Your blinds are still open from earlier in the day and the moon light shines through, but only a bit. His left hand, metal hand, rubs your side and brings you closer into him and you gladly oblige. His right hand cups the side of your face which makes you look up at home for the first time since you both have sat down. His blue eyes catch your breath in your throat as you try to find something to maybe say to him, but you can’t seem to. His eyes then flicker from your eyes to your lips, over again and you get the message.

You lean in and press your lips to his, immediate satisfaction rushes through the both of you. His left hand grips your waist harder, making sure not to hurt you while his right hand continues to be placed on your cheek. The kiss is passionate, not rough or messy, it’s just very loving. You can’t help but to sit up further to get closer to him and you feel his lips against yours, curl into a smile which causes you to as well. Once you both pull away, slightly breathless, his nose rubs over yours and you swear you fall a bit harder if that’s even possible. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.” Bucky manages to mumble out as his eyes bore into yours. You feel your cheeks heat up, still not used to his compliments, and you bite your bottom lip. “So are you Buck, can’t seem to want to depart from you tonight.” You openly admit to the man who’s holding onto you tightly. “Then don’t, doll.” He mumbles in response and you smile.

Somehow, you both end up in your bed, lips sloppily pressing against each other’s. Hands roaming each other’s bodies. Hot and excited clearly to the both of your knowledge. His lips soon travel down to your neck and he bites down causing a tiny moan to leave your lips. Bucky’s hands run up under the silk material of your dress and over your warm, bare thighs. The cold metal of his left hand makes you shiver but you’d be lying if you said you hate it; you enjoy it. Your hands find his hair and lightly pull as his teeth and lips attack your neck repeatedly leaving marks for the others to see tomorrow and tease the two of you about. Your eyes are closed, head back on your bed. The arousal in between your legs worsens as his hands travel higher towards the lace waistband of your panties. Your small whimpers spur him on, telling him, letting him know that you want and need more from him than just these simple touches. His face moves back up to yours and he presses his lips to yours once more as he slips his fingers under the waistband of your panties. He lingers his touch for a few seconds, waiting for your approval, and as on queue, you help him slip them off of you. His lips then leave yours as he travels down your body, lifting your dress up so his face is placed right in front of your pussy. Glistening and waiting for him to do something about it. And he will, he’ll more than gladly take care of your little problem.

The night that’s shared between you two is one of remembrance. Neither one of you will be able to let it go, and why would you? The traces of his finger tips on your skin; you can feel the cool metal of his arm as if it’s burned into the front of your brain. His lips and the way he slowly kissed every inch of your skin. The mumbled compliments, mumbled commands, mumbled praises. His moans, and the way his hands gripped at your hips as he fucked into you. You feel like you can still feel the weight of his fingers gripping at your hip bones, but you’re sure it’s just the bruises that are forming causing you to feel that way. You can still feel his stubble rubbing your thighs as his head is buried in between your legs. You’re sure you’re not going to get him out of your head any time soon....if ever. Bucky also thinks the same. He can’t seem to get your moans and whimpers, praises for him, out of his head. The way you taste, the way you shiver under his touch. It was and is all perfect, including you. The way you lay in his tight embrace right now, his hands rubbing along your back. His cheek pressed against your head as yours rests on his chest. He’s never felt so good, things have never felt so....right for him. You can hear the beating of his heart and you smile, thinking about your previous moments. Skin on skin contact from earlier still remains and you can’t seem to wipe this stupid smile off of your face. Your index finger draws small shapes of various kinds, some that don’t even make a bit of sense, onto his hot skin. Bucky, who lays underneath you, can’t help but to feel at ease for the first time in a while.

~

You two wake up the next morning, the sheets lightly draping your naked figures. Sun poking in through the blinds that are half open; it warming up your skin just enough to wake you both. Bucky’s fingers run lightly up your warm, nude back and your lips press onto the side of his neck giving him a kiss. “Morning, doll.” He speaks, his voice rough and full of sleep, but in a good way. You smile, your lips curling up into a huge one, as you tilt your head to look at him. “Morning, Buck.” Your voice, too, full of sleep. It’s still ever so gentle though and that’s a thing he loves about you. You’re oh-so gentle.

You both know you need to get up before one of your friends comes knocking or busting into your room, then they’d catch you both naked in bed. That’s something you don’t want to have to deal with today....or any other day if you’re both being honest. You let out a small sigh, you’re content right now and you really don’t want to budge but you know you need to. You have to. “We need to get up i guess....” Your voice trails off as you adjust yourself a bit on top of him. Bucky chuckles, but he’s not ready to let go of you yet. He wants to make a protest, maybe asking you if the two of you can shower together and then eat breakfast....and yeah after last night that shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is to him. You feel his hands slowly stop rubbing your back and then you look up at him again. “What’s wrong?” Your voice small, Bucky feeling as if your voice is somehow caressing his skin when you speak. “Just kinda don’t want to get up.” He huffs out and you nod, “Same, maybe we can take a shower though? If you want?” You suggest, hoping that’ll help both of you out of the comfy bed you’re currently residing in. As if you read his mind, Bucky nods with that grin that makes your heart flutter, “Yeah, and breakfast after?” You smile then press a kiss to his jaw that’s covered in stubble, “Yes, i think that sounds nice.”