Summary: Bucky and Steve will never let you know that they’re the heads of your booty’s fanclub.
Authors note: It was so hard to find old timey slang for butt. Like we have so many words now I was surprised lmao.
Warnings: None, Bucky and Steve appreciating that cake
Your jeans only make it halfway up your thighs before they refuse to budge. You groan.
‘And this was my favorite pair too’
You sigh, before peeling off the jeans and rooting around in your dresser for something that you can wear. You never were the skinniest person, especially when it came to your hips and thighs. But then again you never were exactly bootylicious either. So when you became a SHEILD agent you thought your body would kinda slim down into a svelte mass of lean, toned muscle like the other female agents.
Boy were you wrong.
You gained muscle, and a lot of it too. Every single inch of you had at least some definition and your thighs had bulked up considerably. As for your butt….You sneak a peek at it in the mirror ‘I swear it gets bigger every day’ . Since you had joined the Avengers last year and your training had gotten even more intense you swear your booty had doubled in size. Your body was very… in your face nowadays. Wanda kindly described you as ‘shapely’. You pull out a pair of denim shorts that have some slight stretch to them.
You look at yourself in the mirror sighing. ‘ If I get anymore shapely I’m gonna have to buy an entire new wardrobe.’
“Pal, why is ya oatmeal always so…” Steve makes a face “…Soggy?”
Bucky and Steve are sitting eating breakfast, at a table that’s situated slightly back and across from the kitchen, next to an open door. Bucky snorts.
“It’s oatmeal Steve, it’s supposed to be soggy.” Steve rolls his eyes but takes another bite of his oatmeal, making a mental note to make breakfast himself the next morning.
Bucky lets out a soft, low whistle. Steve turns his his head, slowly. He knows what that whistle means. He watches as you enter from the other side of the room, cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cabinets. Or rather he watches your ass cross the kitchen and start rifling in the cupboards. You Steve, and Bucky were pretty good friends. You had surprisingly befriended Bucky first, and then Steve. Bucky had been making a good recovery, but was still kind of shy, except around Steve and Sam, and then you. Your sense of humor and openness kind of disarmed him. The three of you would always hang out, watch movies, and talk about anything and everything. But the one thing that Bucky and Steve would never mention is that they both agreed that you by far had the best body they had ever seen. And they were low-key its fan club. The super soldier’s eyes track you as you gather your cup of tea and cheese danish in one hand and exit the room.
“Now ain’t that a beautiful sight to see in the morning?” Bucky says, smirking and sipping his coffee.
“Yes,” Steve smirks back “As I always say,the lady is truly blessed.”
“Amen.” Bucky says raising his coffee mug. “I mean have you ever seen such beautiful gams on a dame?”
“No,” Steve pushes back his bowl of soggy oatmeal and crosses his arms over his chest. A devious grin forms on his face. “But that’s not the only thing that’s beautiful.”
Bucky’s grin widens to epic shit eating proportions. “True, Y/N’s a bit broad in the beam, ain’t she?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Your voice coming from behind them nearly stops both super soldier’s hearts. They turn, mouths slack, to find you standing in the doorway behind their table, tea and cheese danish in one hand, the other perched on your hip.
“Ah-um-I-um” Steve splutters, unable to form words. Bucky, on the other hand, decides distraction is the best course of action.
“Y/N! Sugar, sweetheart, you look lovely today. How’s that cheese danish? I heard the weather’s going to be nice , maybe we should go to the park?” He exclaims, red slowly creeping up his neck until his whole face is scarlet. You silently look from Steve to Bucky. ‘Well if they’re not gonna spill, Google will’
You pull out your phone and look at it. “Well looks like I have somewhere to be so I’ll see you boys later.”
You turn, hearing twin goodbye’s being called out after you, with at least one voice cracking in the middle.
You retreat back your room and fire up your laptop. Bucky and Steve were always using obscure old timey slang that no one understood. ‘they better haven’t been throwing shade…’ you shake your head. It seemed like they were talking about something physical about you, and not in a bad way. You feel warm and kind of insecure at the same time. You couldn’t deny that the two super soldiers were very attractive.
You open google and type “gams meaning” into the search engine.
plural noun: gams
- a leg, especially in reference to the shapeliness of a woman’s leg.
A giggle escapes your mouth. ‘oh my’ you think.
You type the next phrase into Google, and click on the phrase dictionary that comes up.
Broad in the beam
Having wide hips or buttocks
You stare at the screen for a moment and then recall the overheard conversation. Your mouth falls open as you choke out a laugh ‘Oh my god’
Later that day you find Bucky,Steve and Sam sitting outside. You join them, and they all greet you, but you notice Bucky isn’t looking you in the eye and Steve’s ears are pink. Sam doesn’t seem to notice the tension and dives into a story about sweeping a girl off her feet in the local coffee shop.
“…then she gave me her number.”
“That’s great!” Steve says “You gonna take her out soon?”
“Yeah this weekend”
“That is great,” Bucky smiles “What does she look like?” he asks curiously.
“Man she had the cutest laugh, and those dimples…” Sam pauses, smiling to himself. “She had short dark hair, and was so curvy…..like damn.” Everyone chuckles a bit at this, and after the chuckles stop you pipe up.
“Curvy? Sam get with the times, you don’t call women curvy anymore, its called being broad in the beam.” You say and smirk at the two super soldiers. They promptly turn bright red, Bucky choking a little bit. Sam whips his head back and forth between the three of you.
“Am I missing something?” he asks.
Steve clears his throat, holding out his hands imploringly.
“Y/n, sugar, listen. I can explain”