His Shirt
Summary: Bucky comes to your rescue in the middle of the night.
Warnings: none
490 words
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You
are you awake?
Bucky
yes
You
I need help
don't make fun of me
Bucky
I won't
what's wrong?
You
I'm in the gym showers, my shirt fell on the floor and it's all wet now
can you bring me another one?
Bucky
on my way
A small smile on his lips, Bucky gets out of bed and puts some sweatpants on. He picks a shirt from his dresser and leaves the room.
"Kiddo?" he asks when he enters the showers room.
"I'm in here," your small hand appear above one of the cabins door, and he can see your naked feet on the ground.
He steps closer and gives you the shirt over the door.
"Thank you so much, Bucky," you chuckle. "I'm so clumsy."
Bucky smiles, the sound of your laughter floating in his head, and waits, leaned against the sink in front of your door, while you put on his shirt. When you eventually step out, he can't help his eyes from roaming over your small figure, his shirt covering almost completely the shorts you are wearing underneath, leaving your legs bare.
"I hope I didn't wake you up," you bite your lip, playing with the hem of his red shirt.
"It's okay, I couldn't sleep anyway," Bucky shrugs. But even if you did wake him up, he wouldn't hold it against you. He is simply glad that you trust him enough to call him for help. "What are you doing in the gym at this hour?"
"Couldn't sleep either."
He nods without a word, but breathes out a chuckle when you raise your wet shirt between two fingers. You twist it with a sigh to drain out the water, before taking the rest of your stuff and leaving the room. Bucky follows you to the elevator and presses the button for the floor you both share, along with Natasha, Steve and Sam.
During the short descent, the silence is thick. Bucky has to physically stop himself from staring at your legs again, while you struggle to not wet the carpeted floor with your shirt. Once you reach your bedroom, Bucky waits for you to open the door.
"Give me a second to change and I'll give you your shirt back," you hurry, but he dismisses it with his hand raised.
"Keep it," he smiles softly as he lets his eyes roam your body once again. "I have plenty of shirts, and it looks better on you, anyway."
"Thank you," you give him a bashful smile, and your cheeks turn pink.
His heart stutters for a second, because of how adorable you look in his shirt, because of how sweet you smell. He'd give everything to see you again in his shirt, and nothing else, every single night.
"Anytime," he breathes out once the oxygen manages to reach his brain. "Good night, kiddo."
"Good night, Bucky," you smile again and close the door behind you.
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https://www.tumblr.com/buckets-and-trees/716445943319363584/mickeyhenrys-alikat7-sebastian-stan-today?source=share
Bucky would look so pretty in a sweater. I feel like my brain is melting
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I agree lovely! Look at him. 😍
Alpha!Bucky, florist!Bucky, roommate!Bucky, all the Bucky. Doesn't matter. He wears it so his scent is all over it and gives it you when you're cold. It's nice and warm and smells just like him. Perfection. 🥰
Love and thanks! ❤️
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✆
Send me a ✆ to know your name / ringtone / picture in my muse’s phone.
Name: ANSWER probably Steve
Ringtone: I need a hero - Bonnie Tyler he find himself hilarious for this okay.
Picture:
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had a very good stucky thought: imagine skinny!steve wearing bucky's clothes as teens and it being so loose on him, when they grow up and finally become a couple steve still keeps wearing bucky's old clothes and it's very tight on him now but he still loves 'em so much :)
(bucky still turns red everytime steve does that, makes him so crazy for his best guy 🥰)
Tell 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 why 👏🏻 this 👏🏻 is 👏🏻 so 👏🏻 cute 👏🏻 and 👏🏻 so 👏🏻 hot 👏🏻
It's not fair! 😤 You either get to be cute or hot. Not both!
And I'm sure that's exactly how Bucky feels too, goddamn. In their teens, it made Bucky's heart squeeze to see Steve swamped in his shirts, looking like he was wearing a dress, and now in their 20s with Steve all... like that--a whole foot and a half taller with muscles everywhere--it makes Bucky blush and feel his heart beat out of his chest with how hard it's working to push blood to his face and his dick. How's he real?
He needs him.
Anyway, while we're here...
Chris *cough* Steve *cough* squeezing into too tight shirts:
Chris, for the love of God, PLEASE let your tits and arms breathe. They want out. Actually never stop, though. Unless it's to be shirtless.
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