Imagine snapchatting Bucky and putting videos of him on your story
“No, (Y/n). Do not post that one on Snapchat, please!” Bucky whined, attempting to snatch your phone out of your hand.
“Stop, Bucky! I swear to god, I can do whatever I want!” You shouted madly as you ran around the bedroom.
Hopping over obstacles like a track runner, you easily jumped over the desk and landed on the soft bed with a ‘omfp’. Finally, Bucky was able to catch you in his arms, snuggling you so close that you had to gasp for breathe.
“Let me go,” you wheezed. You writhed around his embrace, trying to break free. But even as a specialized spy-assassin, you couldn’t get yourself out of his hold. You didn’t mind though. Positioning yourself so that your head was against his strong chest, you mumbled so not-so nice words.
“Gimme your phone first,” he blackmailed.
You sighed in surrender and put your phone out. He let you go and reached for your phone, but you quickly grabbed it first. Getting up on your feet again, you waved the phone in his face triumphantly.
“You thought.” Sticking your tongue out, you plopped back onto the bed.
Bucky shook his head in defeat. “You had already posted it, didn’t you?”