So… You Like Cats?

hff…

You stilled.

Another one followed, and you couldn’t hold back a small laugh. Your lips twitched as you traced a finger along the edge of his arm, then across the small of his back.

“Bucky…” you whispered, a grin tugging at your lips. “Time to wake up.”

You shifted slightly, careful not to jostle him, letting the mattress dip under your weight. His hand tightened around your waist, pulling you closer, chin brushing the top of your head.

You swallowed as you inched your hand closer to the small patch of exposed skin at his side where the blanket had slipped. A flicker of hesitation ran through you. Sleep didn’t always come easily for him. You didn’t want to push anything too far.

But then you remembered the times he’d let you wrap an arm around him without comment, how he never shrugged you off when you leaned into his side. The way he’d sit still while you played with his hair, letting your fingers comb through it even when it put him half to sleep. He’d let you steal his hoodie, rest your legs over his, press your forehead to his shoulder when words felt like too much. Small things. Things he didn’t allow just anyone to do.

He trusted you. Maybe not after this—but he did.

You pressed a finger lightly against his side, testing. His skin was warm, smooth, and familiar. You let your palm linger, feeling the rise and fall of his chest beneath your hand.

hff…

Another tiny snore followed by a gentle smile.

You let out a small, quiet gasp at the realization. This new discovery—Bucky Barnes was ticklish? Just last week you’d poked at his side a few times to get his attention, and he hadn’t reacted at all, only giving you a blank look like it meant nothing. Had he been faking it? Maybe. Either way, it was useful information to have…especially for moments like this.

And then you gently squeezed his side. Bucky’s eyes flew open—or at least half-opened—just enough to see you, and he inhaled sharply, a startled laugh escaping before he could protest.

“Mhh—”

You didn’t think about the consequences following right away, you only had one goal in mind: waking up this old geezer. Your fingers didn’t stop. You climbed onto his legs, kneaded lightly into his side, shifting carefully to feather along his ribs. His shoulders twitched involuntarily.

“Doll!” he barked softly, laughter bubbling out of him. Turns out he was a good liar after all.

Bucky fought the instinct to toss you off him entirely, but aware that you could tumble off the bed and seriously hurt yourself. So, he forced himself to stay controlled, no matter how agonizing this was. Still, his body betrayed him; he squirmed beneath you, dragging himself farther up the mattress with the strength of his arms, trying to shift you enough to make it stop. But none of it worked. No matter what he did, you stayed right where you were.

“You’re so ticklish,” you teased, grinning as your fingers danced mercilessly along the sides of his stomach. “Maybe even more than I am.” A partial confession, but a confession nonetheless.

That must’ve flipped some kind of switch, because his response came fast and completely unexpected. In one swift motion, Bucky reached back, caught your arm, and yanked you off his legs, rolling the situation in his favor until he was hovering over you instead. He didn’t do anything right away—just stayed there, catching his breath from the assault. Exhausted, a little stunned, but very much alert now.

That was when it turned into a full-on challenge. Spotting your opening, you grabbed the nearest pillow and swung it at him, catching him just off guard enough to work. He went down and you didn’t waste a second. You managed to scramble off the bed and bolted for the open door.

“Ha! Two can play that game—keep up if you can!” You shouted, excited—you had actually outran Bucky Barnes! But then you heard his heavy footsteps behind you. Your excitement disappeared very fast, and you ran even faster. Nervous giggles slipped out as you realized he was going to catch you.

“You know I’m gonna get you, ya little troublemaker!” It only made your heart race faster as you ran, knowing he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

You knew he would. There was no real escaping from him, not when he sounded that close. Still, you kept running around the place, refusing to believe it for as long as you could. Maybe—just maybe—you could make it a little farther before he caught you.

You weaved left and right, dodging around furniture to keep him busy, laughing at how focused he was. It was all fun, until he suddenly darted the opposite way and appeared right in front of you.

You stumbled back, a huge nervous grin spreading across your face, breathy giggles spilling out as you tried to catch your breath.

“Hey…Bucky, p-please…I didn’t mean—” you tried, your words coming out in quick, nervous bursts as you hoped to talk your way out.

“What a mistake you’ve made…” he growled, walking toward you at an unhurried pace that felt far more threatening than a sprint ever could. The look on his face was downright devious, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Okay—okay, wait, let’s talk about this,” you rushed out, hands lifting in surrender as you backed up a step. A nervous laugh slipped past your lips. “We can…we can be reasonable, right? No need to do anything you might regret.”

Bucky’s lips curled into a slow, teasing smirk, the menace in his eyes softening just enough to be dangerous. “Reasonable, huh?” he said, tilting his head. “You think I play fair after what you just did?” He took another step closer, letting the tension hang in the air, every inch of his presence daring you to make a move.

“I…I just wanted you to get up,” you blurted out, “I didn’t mean for it to…end up here.”

He leaned in a little closer, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, I see… so tha’s your big excuse, hm? Jus’ wanted me up?” He let the words hang, his smirk growing. “Funny…’cause it sounds a whole lot like trouble t’me.”

The moment you tried to dart past him, he caught you. His hands closed around your wrists as he spun you around effortlessly, pulling you back until your back was pressed against his chest, your arms pinned gently but firmly against yourself. He let out a deep chuckle, making you feel flustered. This was it. This was how it ended.

He leaned down slowly and blew a soft breath against your ear. The sensation alone made you scrunch up your shoulders.

“Don’t tell anyone that I’m ticklish…” he whispered into your ear, a sly smirk tugging at his lips as the fingers of his free hand drifted teasingly over your sides and across your stomach. You twisted and squirmed, bending away the best you could, trying to stifle giggles while trying to break free and run again—though deep down, you knew you wouldn’t get far.

“Also,” he paused, his fingers resting lightly in the middle of your stomach, “don’t ever wake me up like that again.”

Before you could even respond, his fingers wiggled and vibrated against your stomach, and you burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Oh, does that tickle?” he growled right into your ear. “Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before you woke me up!” His hand slid a little higher, shaking against your ribs near your bra line, and the sensation was overwhelming.

You’d always loved Bucky’s playful side. It was special—almost second nature to him—like this was a role he’d grown into. He loved teasing you with gentle pokes when you least expected it, hiding behind corners to surprise you, and trapped you in side hugs you couldn’t escape from. Little, silly things that somehow meant everything.

He’s tickled you plenty of times before, too, knew exactly how to turn you into a flustered, giggling mess beneath his fingers. And he genuinely enjoyed it. Your laughter made him lighter, like it grounded him. It always lifted his spirits. It made him happy.

And honestly? It made you happy too.

“P-please…I wasn’t trying to—ah!—make you mad!” you squeaked between bursts of giggles, cheeks burning as you squirmed beneath him.

“Should’ve thought about that, sweetheart,” he teased as he wiggled his fingers against your sides. “Now you’re paying the price.”

You blushed, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips, because he was right. You could have just shaken him awake gently, tugged the covers off, or maybe not wake him at all. But here you were, knowing full well it was entirely your fault.

“Don’t hide tha’ smile,” he sang teasingly, tasering your sides. “Don’ make me use my secret technique on ya.”

Your eyes widened instantly as a shiver went down your body. You knew exactly what his “secret technique” was—and you hated it. Every. Single. Time.

“No—no! No, B-bucky, please, I’m sor—AHEY!” you squealed, the sound breaking into helpless laughter as his lips vibrated against your neck. He nuzzled closer, blowing raspberries into the crook of your neck, his scruff brushing against your skin.

That was the worst part. The raspberries alone were bad enough, but the rough drag of his stubble made it ten times more unbearable, sending sparks of ticklish sensation straight through you.

Your neck had always been your weakest spot, and once he’d figured that out, there was no stopping him. He took full advantage every time, delighting in the way you squirmed and laughed, completely undone beneath him.

You tried to pull forward again, tugging at the arms holding you in place, desperate to slip free. But between him prodding mercilessly at your sides, and being downright evil by planting raspberries along your neck, there was no chance of escape.

“You better be,” he mumbled into your neck, the words tickling just as much as his breath and making you giggle as you scrunched your shoulders. After one last, playful raspberry, he finally pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before gently setting you down.

The smile on his face afterward was huge, almost boyish. He looked genuinely happy. Maybe this hadn’t been such a terrible way to wake him up after all.

Seeing your knees go weak, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to the bed, laying you down before pulling you close against him. His arm stayed wrapped around you, making it clear you weren’t going anywhere.

“Do that again,” he murmured sleepily, “’nd it’ll be ten times worse.”

He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your neck, pulling the covers over you and just like that, the two of you drifted off.

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Today you and Bucky planned to put up the Christmas decoration. So, right after breakfast you asked Bucky to help you bring the boxes with the decoration from the garage into the house. When you went into the garage, you looked around and searched for the boxes with the Christmas things. Bucky spotted the boxes first and you both walked over to where you had placed the boxes when you moved in. Bucky took one of the boxes and then you also reached for one.

“Let me carry that, doll.” Bucky said when he saw you carrying one of the heavier boxes.

“But honey, you’re already carrying something.”

“It’s okay just put it on top of this one.” Bucky said.

“Are you sure?” You asked and Bucky nodded.

“Of course, sweetheart.” Bucky said and you slowly placed the box that you wanted to carry on top of his. Then you kissed his cheek and reached for a third box, that was not that heavy. After you went back to the living room with the decoration Bucky went back and brought the last box into the living room. You stood there for a moment and weren’t sure how to start, you looked at the boxes that were full of decoration and then looked around the room. Is this really enough for this big house, you thought.

“I think we need more.” You thought as you looked around the big living room.

“More? Sweetheart I think that’s already a lot.” Bucky said and walked closer to you.

“Hmm.” You mumbled and Bucky chuckled.

“How about we put up the decoration that we already have and then we decide what we still need?” Bucky suggested.

“Okay, yeah let’s do it like that but we definitely need something for outside.”

“Of course, we can’t have such a beautiful porch and don’t put some Christmas decoration there.”

“You’re making fun of me.”

“Doll, I would never. I love how passionate you are about this.” Bucky smiled at you and gently tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and then kissed you softly.

“Let’s start?” Bucky asked and you nodded. You turned on some music, opened the boxes and then started to decorate. You had a lot of different types of decorations in different colors. While decorating you would sometimes look over to Bucky and had to chuckle, he looked so serious and a bit confused because he wasn’t sure where to put some of it. Even after spending Christmas together for a few years now, he sometimes still gets a bit nervous when it comes to this kind of thing. But after a bit you saw that Bucky started to enjoy it more.

After a while you had finished two of the boxes and then began to decorate the Christmas tree. Bucky walked over to you with the ornaments and handed you the first one with a smile. It was a small teddy bear ornament that Bucky gave you when you spent your first Christmas together. You smiled at him when you took it from his hand and then hung it on the tree. Decorating with Bucky was so lovely and cozy as always. You talked about some things that you wanted to do together this Christmas while some music played in the background. Bucky looked so happy while putting the ornaments on the tree. A while later Bucky handed you the tree toper and as always, he gently lifted you up, so you could put the tree topper on top of the tree. After he softly put you back on the ground Bucky hugged you from behind.

“It looks really beautiful, sweetheart.” Bucky said and leant closer to kiss your cheek.

“Yeah, it does but it still needs some tinsel.” You said and Bucky chuckled as you reached for some tinsel and put it on the tree. You were so focused on making the tree perfect that you didn’t notice Bucky grabbing some of the tinsel and throwing it in your direction. It all landed on your head and in your hair which made Bucky chuckle.

“Bucky.” You chuckled and Bucky began to laugh. You turned around and shook your head with a smile.

“The tinsel suits you very well sweetheart.” Bucky told you with a smile.

“Oh, is that so? How about we find out how it looks on you, honey.” You said and quickly grabbed a handful of the red tinsel and threw it at him. You began to chuckle as it landed on Bucky’s head and shoulders.

“We should take a picture.” You said with a smile.

“Yeah, let’s do that.”

“But don’t send it to Sam or Yelena.” He added which made you chuckle.

“Okay, I won’t babe.” You said and then took your phone and made a selfie with Bucky. The picture looked so funny and sweet. You were both having a bright smile and the tinsel was all over your hair. You had such a cozy and fun time decorating with Bucky and you can’t wait to get some more decoration for the porch and to spend the Christmas season with him.

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I write for:

Bucky Barnes

Joaquin Torres

Bob Reynolds

Bob Floyd

Prompts:

Bakery or Coffee Shop

Hot chocolate and cuddles

Special present - Bob Reynolds

Late night conversations

Decorating together

Hugs

Ice skating - Bob Floyd

love confession in the snow - Bob Floyd

Christmas Shopping

Holiday party - Bucky Barnes or Bob Floyd

Having an indoor picnic

Christmas Market

Mistletoe kisses - Bob Reynolds

Meet cute

Secret Santa

Let's enjoy the Christmas season together!

Yelena had claimed the armchair, draped over it like a queen on her throne. One leg hung off the side as she shoveled popcorn into her mouth. Her muttered commentary—“Why would you even attempt caramel with five minutes left on the clock?”—only made you chuckle.

Sam was perched forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, unironically invested in all of this. “That meringue’s gonna collapse,” he muttered, eyes narrowed. That was Sam—fully committed, even to a televised baking show. That man could not half-ass anything. 

And then there was Bucky.  

He was sitting at the opposite end of the couch from you. His vibranium fingers drummed softly against the armrest, his stare distant, like the show was just white noise for him. 

It wasn’t fair how good he looked, even when he was doing absolutely nothing— no matter where he was, he always managed to make your heart do an embarrassing little flip.  

You sighed, forcing your eyes away from him before someone caught you staring.  

Lately, your hopeless crush on Bucky had been consuming far too much of your mental energy. Months of stolen glances, little moments where his smile sent your pulse racing, and a thousand tiny kindnesses had all built up to this… tingly feeling on your stomach. 

Oh, who were you kidding? 

This wasn’t a crush. 

You were in love.

But it doesn’t matter anyway. He was your teammate— it would be unprofessional. He was your friend. And, most painfully, he was so far out of your league, it wasn’t even funny.  

So, naturally, you’d done the most logical thing to distract yourself: redownloaded a dating app.  

As Yelena gasped at a burnt shortcake on-screen, you fixed your eyes at your phone and started swiping, hoping the distraction might keep your thoughts from drifting back to the super soldier sitting just a few feet away.  

But there was one problem: no one on this goddamn dating app compared to Bucky. 

With a resigned sigh, you swiped left on yet another shirtless gym selfie. Then another. And another. It was a sea of flexing muscles, bad mirror lighting, and an alarming number of men posing with fish.  

“Why are they all like this?” you muttered under your breath, swiping left on someone holding a bass as though it was the pinnacle of his achievements.  

Yelena, still draped dramatically over the armchair, popped a handful of popcorn into her mouth. “What was that?” she asked, her eyes never leaving the TV.  

“Nothing,” you lied quickly, your cheeks heating.  

Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left.  

It was almost mechanical at this point—until…

Holy shit. 

Name : Bucky  Location : Brooklyn, NY   Occupation : Freelance

Your heart stopped. No way. No. Way.

You stared at the screen, your thumb hovering above the profile picture. It was unmistakably him.  

You looked across the room at the man who was on your screen and thank fuck he didn’t notice how stiff you’d become.

The first photo was classic Bucky: a candid selfie that looked like it had been taken under order, his lips pressed into a reluctant smile. The next was slightly blurry, probably the result of him not holding still long enough. Then there was a mirror selfie taken in his apartment. The final photo was a photo of Bucky and Sam, the former leaning on a wall while the latter held a peace sign.

Your chest tightened as you scrolled down to read his biography and prompts.  

Hi, I’m Bucky. Not really sure how this works, but my friend Sam said I should give it a try. I like long walks, 40s music, and trying to figure out 21st-century pop culture. Bonus points if you know a good cat café.

Prompt: What’s your go-to comfort food?  Meatloaf and plums. Prompt: What’s your most-used emoji?  Probably the 🤔 because I’m still trying to figure out how to use them. Prompt: What’s your biggest red flag? Sometimes I get stuck in the past. But I’m working on it.

Your stomach flipped. It was so him. Honest, a little awkward, and undeniably charming.

You should’ve stopped right there. You should’ve swiped left, put your phone down, and continued pretending your feelings didn’t exist.  

But your thumb didn’t move.  

He was your teammate. Your friend. This was a line you absolutely couldn’t cross. 

…And yet.  

You were curious— just curious enough to try and swipe right. It wouldn’t mean anything. It wasn’t like he’d even see it, right?  

But you knew you shouldn’t.

You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t. You shouldn’t—

Before you could stop yourself, you swiped right. 

A second later, your screen lit up. You matched!

Your stomach dropped.  

Oh no.  

And then, across the room, Bucky’s phone buzzed.

Your stomach plummeted as you watched him pick it up, his movements casual at first—until they weren’t. His eyes flicked to the screen, and he froze.

Slowly, almost painfully, his wide-eyes lifted and locked onto yours.

The two of you stared at each other in mortified silence.

“Uh… you okay there, Buck?” Sam asked, tearing his attention away from the TV for a second. His brow furrowed. “You’re red. Like, really red.”

“M’ fine!” Bucky croaked, the word coming out far too loud and far too fast. He jerked his head back down, staring at his phone. “Just… it’s hot in here.”

Sam gave a shrug, already turning back to the TV. 

But you weren’t watching Sam. Your focus was entirely on Bucky, whose ears were now a vivid shade of pink. Your heart beat out of your chest as you fumbled to unlock your phone, quickly typing into the chat.

You : hey.

His phone buzzed again. 

You watched as his eyes darted to the screen. His grip on the phone visibly tightened. After a moment of hesitation, his fingers moved to type back.

Bucky : hey.

You swallowed hard, your hands trembling slightly as you typed again.

You : Soooo… this is awkward. Bucky : I didn’t think you’d swipe right. You : I didn’t think you’d have Tinder. Bucky : Sam made me do it. You : Sure. And I swiped for research purposes only. Bucky : Sure.

You risked a glance across the room. Bucky was staring at his phone with disbelief, like he was a kid caught sneaking sweets in his room past his bedtime. His human knuckles were white, and you briefly wondered if he might crush the device with his vibranium hand.

You : We are in the same room. Don’t look at me. Bucky : Wasn’t planning to. You’re making this worse. You : Oh, I’m making this worse? You’re glaring at your phone like it killed your cat. Bucky : Am not. You : Are too.

“What is wrong with you?” Yelena’s voice cut through the haze, and you nearly jumped out of your seat. She turned to you, suspicious. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Uh, I think I’m just dehydrated!” you blurted, the words tumbling out too quickly. You stood up so fast you almost knocked over the coffee table. “I need water.”

You glanced desperately at Bucky, who looked like he’d rather melt into the couch than meet your eyes. “Bucky, you look thirsty too, right? Come with me to get water?”

For a split second, he didn’t move. Then, he stood, his face pale except for the blotches of red spreading across his cheeks. “Uh… sure,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper.

Together, the two of you shuffled out of the living room, leaving Sam and Yelena staring after you with raised eyebrows.

The moment you stepped into the kitchen, away from prying eyes and ears, you spun around to face him, your heart pounding out of your chest.

“Why did you swipe right?!” you whisper-shouted, jabbing a finger in his direction like he’d committed a crime— one that you were also guilty of.

Bucky’s eyes widened, still comically surprised. “Why did you swipe right?!” he shot back.

“I asked you first!” you hissed, your voice climbing ever so slightly.

“Yeah, well, I’m asking now!” His arms flailed slightly, throwing them up in exasperation. It was utterly unfair how his messy hair and blue eyes made him look stupidly handsome, even when he was bickering like a five-year-old.

Your brain was spinning out of control, your thoughts racing so fast you were sure they were about to break the sound barrier. And before you could stop yourself, before you could think, the truth — the big, scary truth — came out of your mouth.

“Because I’m in love with you!”

The words came out in one breathless tumble, like they were trying to run away from your brain. You slapped a hand over your mouth as soon as they escaped, wide-eyed and mortified.

Oh, God. Oh, no. Oh, Bucky definitely heard that.

Bucky just stood there. Completely frozen. 

His jaw dropped a little, and his metal arm let out a tiny mechanical whir, like even it was short-circuiting over what you’d just said.

“What?!” he finally blurted, his voice increasing in both pitch and volume.

“Shush!” You lunged forward, clasping your hand over his mouth before he could alert the whole damn neighbourhood. The move was instinctive, but the moment your palm brushed against the stubble on his jaw, your brain screamed TOO CLOSE, TOO CLOSE.

“I need you to shut up or the Bake-Off Twins are gonna hear!” you hissed, jerking your head in the direction of Sam and Yelena, who were in the other room, probably arguing over whether pie crusts were better made with butter or shortening.  

He gave a jerky nod. Slowly, you pulled your hand away, suddenly hyper-aware of how soft how lips felt on your palm.

“S-Since when?” he stammered, his expression a mix of shock and—was that… hope?  

“I don’t know!” You panicked. “Three months, maybe? Since that Alaska mission. When we were stuck in that cabin together?”  

“Three months?!” he demanded, “Why didn’t you tell me?!”  

“Because you’re out of my league!” you blurted, as if that were the most obvious explanation in the world.  

The offended noise he made was almost comical, like you’d just insulted his grandmother. His brows knit together, and he looked at you like you’d just confessed to committing arson. “I thought you were out of my league!”  

You blinked at him. He blinked at you.  

Surely, he cannot believe that to be true, right? 

“Oh, come on, Bucky. Look at you!” You gestured wildly at him, as if the unfairness of his existence needed no further explanation. “It’s like Caravaggio painted you to be an angel!”

“I— What?” He choked out. In truth, he would say the same about you, but he lacked the guts to.

But you?

You were all guts and no filter.

There was no stopping you. “You’ve got the jawline of a marble statue, cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass. It’s unfair! It’s like you just walked out of some Renaissance masterpiece, except instead of holding a harp or a cross, you’re just standing there in a Henley, looking like a sin. It’s distracting, and—”

You didn’t get to finish. 

Without warning, his hands were on your face, cupping your cheeks and then— he kissed you.  

It wasn’t a hesitant kiss. It wasn’t careful or calculating. It was decisive, like he’d been waiting months for this moment and had finally decided, screw it.

You froze, your brain lagging a good five seconds behind reality. But when your mind finally caught up to your body, you melted into his touch, your fingers grabbing his Henley for dear life.  

Was this really happening? 

After all this time pining over him, he actually felt the same way?

When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead gently against yours. “Shut up,” he muttered, breaking the silence. He didn’t need you to praise him for being a masterpiece, not when he believed you were the one who belonged in the Louvre. “Just… shut up.”  

And then he kissed you again.  

This time, it was slower, more careful, like he was memorising every second of it. His hands cradled your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheek.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Yelena raised an eyebrow at the faint rustles coming from the kitchen.  

"I bet they’re sucking each other’s faces off," she said, popping another piece of popcorn into her mouth.  

Sam shrugged, “obviously.”

At first Bucky was a bit confused but after you showed him a video he understood it.

At the beginning you just said some funny things until Bucky said the next thing:

"Remember when we stood under a mistletoe a few days ago?" He asked and you nodded.

"I placed it there." He said with a smile.

"Wait what?"

"No judging!" He said and you chuckled.

"We listen and we don't judge." You both said.

"Remember when I told you that Steve didn't want to go shopping for presents with me? I never asked him... because I wanted to go with you." You confessed.

"You didn't have to lie, I would have gone with you anyway." Bucky told you and made you smile.

"We listen and we don't judge."

"I love you." Bucky suddenly said. You wanted to say something but Bucky quickly interupted you.

"We listen and we don't judge." You both said again. Then it was your turn again. You took a deep breath and then you said.

"I love you too."

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