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A light bulb goes off in your head, devilishly smirking, you lock your eyes with Dean, and then make your mouth a perfect 'O' before sucking your cheeks, “I don’t know Sammy, did you try blowing?”

It’s Dean’s turn to spit the coffee out, but he coughs to disguise it, the tips of his wars turning pink. Your smirk is replaced by an evil grin as you continue to innocently sip your coffee.

You lick your bottom lip with an added bit of entice when you notice Dean staring at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes, which is actually advantageous for you.

Sam doesn’t realize the double meaning behind your words until he notices the looks you and his brother are exchanging. He scrunches his face in disgust as he groans, “Get a room you two!”

The three of you have focused your binoculars on the man's house as you sit in the backseat of Baby, trying to be incospicuous between the shadows left in the blindspot of the two streetlights beside you.

You’re keeping an eye on a person who you suspect to be the next victim... Which doesn't seem right to be doing at this moment.

Especially so since the guy has just come out of the shower with only a thin towel covering his modesty.

The delivery guy who had just gone into the building a few minutes prior is visible when the man you're keeping an eye on opens his main door and accepts a big box from the former.

It's clear that he doesn't know or expect anyone to be spying on him because when he sets the box down, he isn't too careful and the towel drops, with the man having no inclination of wrapping it around himself again -

- and giving you all an unwanted eyeful of, well, everything.

You gasp and let go of the binoculars in dubious surprise, looking away to see that the boys have done the same, just with disgust painted on their face which you're sure you have too.

In the rush, Dean's hand accidentally hits the horn, making you and Sam jump.

A few minutes later, silence returns to the area as you wait with bated breath to see I'd anyone in the neighborhood waits up. When only one light is turned on from the house next door from the victim's which is switched off some seconds later.

As you three breathe out a sigh of relief, you can feel involuntary laughter bubbling in your chest.

Dean looks at you with a scowl.

"What?" You ask, to which he replies, "Why did you laugh?"

Your brain decides that it's time to make everyone more uncomfortable, so before you can stop yourself, the words just tumble out of your mouth, "I was just really surprised by how big his package was."

You earn simultaneous glares from the Winchesters, and you being the shameless person you are who never backs down, smile broadly st them.

Sam is the first one to break. He rolls his eyes and turns his head to the front, promoting Dean to snap out of his surprise and snort with a thumbs up aimed at you, to which you respond with a wink.

When the third time it happens, you're not even aware that you made an innuendo, but it fetches you the best result of them all.

You are pretending to be a newly married couple for a case, just stopping by to spend a couple of nights at the hotel where supernatural things are reported to be happening.

Sam gets another room like he has been ever since you and Dean got together, which helps to avoid any suspicion.

You're there to investigate why every married man who stays at the hotel keeps disappearing. You have a theory that it has something to do with the bar, and Dean agrees to look more into it.

You put on a little black dress which makes you feel sexy as Dean trades his usual plaid for a simple but tighter-around-the-biceps T-shirt, making you smack your lips at which he chuckles.

There's a grunt of appreciation that comes from him when he notices what you're wearing, and he slaps your butt playfully before you pull him out of your room.

You're fiddling with your mock ring as Dean talks to the bartender with his hand on the small of your back, his palm touching your skin thanks to the low back of the the dress.

Dean is trying to gather information from him, and as much as you want to participate in the conversation, you're getting frustrated from the bigger size of the ring which, for the fifth time since morning, falls off your hand.

You groan in annoyance and nudge out of Dean's hold to pick it up. The latter looks at you in concern when you stand up right again, his arm sliding around your waist once more as he checks you over to see if anything is wrong.

Pouting, you point at the stupid ring. "Sorry, it just keeps slipping out."

Suddenly, Dean's pupils dilate and his grip on you tightens. You realize what you said as your eyes widen.

Embarrassment swims up your spine as you blush, biting your lip and avoiding his gaze, thus not noticing the darkened expression on your boyfriend's features.

You’re back in your room, removing your heels with one leg on a chair which causes your dress to hike up a little, drawing Dean’s eyes to your exposed skin as they shamelessly move up your body.

In a sudden movement, your back hits the mattress, causing you to bounce a bit while Dean's hands cage you against the bed as he leans over you, lust clear in his blown eyes.

“This dress looks so sexy on you, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, and then his teeth tug at your ear, pulling a moan from you, “but I can’t wait to rip it off your body.”

His lips start leaving small kisses on your neck while his hands roam your body leaving fire trailing everywhere before they move up.

Dean captures your mouth in a sloppy kiss as he caresses your breasts. Then, his left hand pins your wrists above your head while his other hand moves south, stopping when his fingers come across the dampened cotton of your panties.

"So wet for me already?" He rasps, his voice more gruff than earlier which makes you shiver in want and whimper, "Uh-huh."

Dean's thumb rubs at your clothes core, drawing a moan from you, his lips sucking on the sweet spot on your neck. "The bartender almost got a show of what's mine when you bent down to pick up the ring. It was all a ruse, wasn't it? You just wanted to rile me up."

You open your mouth to protest, to say that the ring wasn't really your size and it wasn't your fault, but before you can get a word out, Dean silences you effectively by kissing you passionately, which you definitely don't mind.

Dean's kisses always adapt to whatever setting you two are in.

When you had to sell your newlywed act to a nun, the kiss had been a chaste one, short and sweet but had still made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

But, right now, his lips feel like an outright sin, plump and chapped and oh so rough against yours, and you feel yourself giving in, accepting whatever he said if it means that he'll keep going on.

Dean loosens his grip on your wrists and positions your hands behind his neck. Before you can blink again, your panties are removed in one swift motion.

A thick finger teases your clit, spreading the wetness before it enters you, causing your back to arch. A few pumps in and he adds another.

You let out a small cry of ecstasy and your eyes flutter close as Dean curls his long fingers, brushing against a spot that makes you see stars.

You grip his shoulders tight, your nails digging into his skin as you get close to your climax -

and he shifts abruptly. You want to push him off and curse him to hell and back but then he moves lower, his face now between your legs.

When you feel his warm breath where you need him the most, you entangle your fingers in his short hair, eliciting a deep groan from him.

You tug at his hair as the assault from his fingers continues while he makes his way from kissing your inner thighs to your clit.

The pleasure intensifies when his tongue swipes across your sensitive nub, hands leaving him as you twist the sheets beneath you.

"De-Dean, fuck!" You breathe out, the knot of pleasure close to bursting once more.

He doesn't stop, but looks up as your gaze catches his, and you can tell he would be smirking right now if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied.

"Let go for me, sweetheart." With immediate effect, the powerful rush takes over your body as you shake with pleasure, his fingers riding your orgasm as it slowly subsides.

Panting as you come off your high, you pull him up and kiss him, his teeth grazing your lower lip roughly and you moan at the taste of your juices on his tainted lips.

Pulling away, your hands tug on his T-shirt as you look at him with lust blown eyes, “You have too many clothes on.”

“So do you,” You laugh as he slips off your sleeves.

You get off the bed and unzip your dress, letting the it pool around your feet before you step out of it, your chest bare since you hadn’t bothered to wear a bra as it was virtually pointless.

But by the way Dean’s eyes are following your every move as you walk to the end of the bed, you know it was the right decision.

You sink to your knees on the ground, patting on the bed in front of you with a smirk. He rushes to get in position, his legs on either side as he sits in front of you, shrugging his T-shirt off eagerly.

You palm his bulge through the jeans, earning a playful scowl, “Fucking tease.”

You pucker your lips, “And it’s okay when you do it?”

“Just-uh, I-I won’t last long if you do, sweetheart.”

You give in to his plea, doing a quick work of freeing him from the confines of his pants and boxers, and you take him in your hand. Dean starts panting as you give his hardened length a few strokes before you dip down your head to give his slit a kitten lick.

Your thumb picks up his precum and smears it before your tongue runs along his hardened shaft a few times. You take him in your mouth, inching forward until he’s deep in your throat. “Mhm,” he moans, “Fuck Y/N!” He pants as you start sucking in and swallowing."You look so hot right now.”

You start bobbing your head in response, looking directly in his eyes as you see him practically melt in front of you. He grips your hair and you hum contentedly, the vibrations from your throat making his eyes roll back as you hold the base in one hand and fondle his balls with another, your saliva lubricating your actions as he grunts and moans.

With one hand he clutches the sheets hard as he edges towards release, and then he gently pushes you away breathily murmuring, “I love your mouth, but I need to come in your pussy.” With a hum of approval, you let go of him with a pop.

He picks you up and throws you over the bed, laughing, hovering over you once again, but this time you’re both naked and you’re overcome by the need to be filled by something bigger than his fingers.

“Do you want this, Y/N? Want me to fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk properly for days?”

You mewl, not able to form a proper answer so you wrap your legs around his hips and squeeze them, begging him to enter you.

Dean lines himself with your pussy, sinking deep inside you as an insatiable hunger takes over and he pounds inside you.

You jerk your hips forwards trying to meet with his thrusts, moaning every time he bottoms out before pulling out till only his tip is inside you, his movements quickening with every thrust until he settles on a rhythm.

His hands are everywhere for a few moments until they stop on your breasts, alternating between kneading the skin and pinching and rolling your nipples, your every nerve stimulated by his actions.

You soon get lost in the deep throes of passion as he rams into you, his cock brushing against that sweet spot that makes you feel as if electricity is coursing through your body, his lips are setting fire wherever they touch your skin.

“Fuck fuck fuck! That’s it,” you groan.

For what seems like the hundredth time tonight, your climax steadily approaches. “Yes, baby, just like that!” you rasp as your nails scratch against the skin on his back.

And in a few more thrusts, you come undone, clenching around him as you see white.

“Shit!” Dean chases his own release as drops of hot sweat rolls off him, going faster before he ejaculates, his white seed coating your walls.

He waits a few minutes as he controls his breath before he pulls out, dropping his head in the crook of your neck as you both come down from your high.

Dean pecks your forehead and then puts his boxers back on before disappearing in the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later with a wet towel.

He cleans you up and you really try to keep quiet, but your mouth still isn’t under your control. “You know, even if it led to mind blowing sex, the ring really was too loose.”

Dean smiles, discarding the cloth and covering you up with a blanket. He slides in next to you and lays on his side, pulling you into himself, as he whispers in your ear,

“Don’t worry, I’ll get the right size for the real deal.”

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You hummed, "I'm fine, what's up?"

"Bucky told me to tell you that he wants to talk to you about something. He'll be at your dorm."

You thanked Dot and picked up your bag before making your way home.

For some reason, you couldn't control the smile on your face.

Okay, no.

You knew the reason why you couldn't stop smiling. You had a feeling that something good was going to happen. The guy wanted to talk to you at the exact time you realized your feelings for him, that meant something, right?

Maybe he felt the same too...

And with that thought, you walked back to your dorm with a skip in your step.

Bucky was right there, sitting on your bed, bottom lip caught between his teeth as he shyly looked anywhere but you, his cheeks pink. You opened your mouth to greet him but he spoke first.

"I love you."

You couldn't believe that Bucky was actually saying the three words right as you entered your room. He had probably been practising while he waited for you and maybe just blurted it out. You didn't know what to say - what to think. You were in awe as you stared at him in surprise.

Bucky let out a breathy laugh as he brushed his hands through his hair before finally meeting your eyes. "What do you think she'll say if I tell her that?"

And just like that, eleven words was all it took to bring your whole world crashing down.

Your smile dropped and you couldn't help but ask, "What?"

"Dot - I wanna tell her that I love her." Bucky said as he licked his lips, blushing. "Fuck, I have been saying 'I Love You' to myself for ages, practising, before you even came in."

Tears blurred your eyes but you willed them away, finally understanding what was happening.

"I know that you're shocked, you didn't even yell at me for cursing. Hell, I'm shocked. Who knew a girl like Dot could lock this playboy down." Bucky stood up, hugging you tightly.

It was true, Bucky was known as a love 'em, leave 'em kinda guy throughout college, and you, his best friend from day one of college, was probably the only girl he had talked to for more than a week… well, maybe except Dot.

You returned his hug, wrapping your arms around his neck like always. But this time, something had changed.

Maybe everything had changed.

Bucky pulled away, his own eyes a bit red-rimmed even though you had never seen him smile so brightly.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you turned around on your heels, placed your bag on your desk and started taking out stuff as a distraction.

"You think I should tell her?" He asked in a small voice. You had never thought that Bucky could ever be this shy even a second from all of your time with him.

You nodded, not trusting your voice as you discreetly wiped your tears. You felt him hug you one last time from behind before he muttered, "Wish me luck." and rushed out of your dorm, the door slamming in his wake.

And thus, you were left alone with your thoughts in the quiet that followed.

It would be a lie if you said you didn't cry at all. You had just been through your first heartbreak.

You woke up the next day, sighing when your gaze fell on the mascara stained pillows.

Will it be just as hard to remove the stains as it will be to remove Bucky from your heart?

Was your love even real if he never felt what you did?

Taking a deep breath, you made a call to the only person who you knew would have the answers, trying to rub the tears off your cheeks even though you couldn't stop crying when she picked up.

"Mama, can you die from a broken heart?"

It wasn't hard to distance yourself from him when final exams of your last term were just a week away. You could give him simple excuses like; "I have to study," and he didn't have any other choice but to believe you.

"After exams," Bucky said one morning when you crossed paths on the campus. You tried to walk away, but he had clasped your hand, "You and I are going to spend a whole day together. I miss my best friend."

"Of course," you replied without missing a beat. But you had already planned to leave an hour after your last paper was handed in. Now, the thought of escaping was the only thing that made you happy.

"I'll be waiting for you." Bucky smiled, showing his pearly whites, but then frowned when he saw that your smile didn't reach your eyes. "Did something happen, Y/N?"

"Something did happen, but don't worry about it, you won't understand." You squeezed his hand twice, knowing that it was probably the last time you were going to talk to him, maybe forever.

You would've hugged him, but he knew you well enough to understand it as a confirmation that something was definitely wrong.

So, that was the last time you ever met James Bucky Barnes, memorizing him as a goofy guy with a cheeky smile and blue eyes that shined with life, his white shirt stained with ink and half tucked in.

With distance, they say, the heart grows fonder, but yours just kept on getting even more numb.

Well, that was to be expected since you kept your heart tightly bound in so that no one could break it again.

Everyone around you tried to make you talk it out, but you just shoved your feelings aside and began working harder for your career.

"Bye, Y/N!" Wanda and Natasha yelled as you waved at them for the final time before you boarded your flight to Brooklyn.

You smiled and thanked the flight attendant who directed you to your seat, mentally thanking Natasha for booking you a window one. You settled down, hoping to get some rest on your long haul flight after the hectic week you had.

A lady who seemed to be in her sixties took the middle seat while a man in a blue suit and sunglasses occupied the aisle one.

The moment the man sat down, you could tell that the old lady was on edge. She bounced her foot irately before pushing the 'call' button thrice incessantly.

A young flight attendant immediately rushed to your row, "Hi! What can I help you with?"

The old lady, however, was in no mood of being polite.

"I had booked the aisle seat," She grumbled. "Here's my ticket!"

The flight attendant checked it over, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but it looks like you may have accidentally booked the middle seat."

"That's not possible. I always sit on the aisle seat. You move me right now!" You felt pity for the flight attendant, who obviously wasn't used to such passengers yet.

"If it's fine, she can change seats with me," The man on the aisle seat said.

The flight attendant gratefully nodded, "it's fine sir, but you don't have to-"

"It's fine." The man and the old lady quickly changed seats so that the former was sitting next to you instead.

Now that he was closer, you spared a few seconds to look him over as he typed something in his phone. His jaw was sharp and covered with a small beard that looked professionally trimmed, and his hair dark which complimented his fair skin beautifully.

Not wanting to get caught, you quickly looked away.

The other passengers were still boarding when another flight attendant approached with a clipboard. "Miss Y/L/N." she said politely. “The meal you pre-booked isn’t available, here’s a menu so you can choose something else. I hope that’s okay.”

“Not a problem,” you said, taking the offered menu. She said she would come back shortly and wandered off down the plane.

The man next to you, however, started glancing at you every few minutes or so and you noticed through your peripheral vision.

After all the meals were served and the stranger had glanced at you for the sixth time, you were annoyed. "What's up?"

He was startled, as if he hadn't thought he would get caught. "Oh shit, I'm sorry. Didn't wanna make you uncomfortable." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Are you related to Y/N Y/L/N?"

You had worked really hard for where you were career-wise. You were the editor-in-chief of a popular newspaper, so it wasn't uncommon that your name would be recognized here and there.

But you also didn't have the energy for any such interaction right now.

Playing it safe, you said, "Oh, yes. I'm a distant cousin. Do you know her?"

The man visibly deflated before smiling sadly. "Yeah. We used to be best friends."

Your eyebrows shot up in confusion. "Is that so? What is your name if you don't mind me asking?"

"Bucky Barnes."

There weren't many times that life gave you curveballs. You were proud that you felt ready to face any challenge thrown your way, but this, you never thought would happen.

"Bu… Bucky?"

"Yeah. Has she ever talked about me?" There was that hint of a smile that made your heart stop, and then it began beating erratically when he removed his sunglasses to reveal those baby blues.

"It's me, Bucky. I'm Y/N." You breathed out.

Funnily enough, his reaction was more dramatic than yours. He had brought up a spoonful of mashed potatoes up to his mouth which clattered back onto the plate.

For a moment, you could tell Bucky was at a loss about what to do - wanting to shout at you and hug you at the same time.

Thankfully, he settled for the latter.

"I missed you so much." He said, awkwardly twisting his huge body in the small space between the two rows in the airplane.

You patted his back, smiling as tears sprang to your eyes.

Gosh, you hated Bucky for still having this much effect on you.

"So, what are you doing nowadays?" You asked, wiping your eyes with a tissue after he let you go.

"Took over my dad's business." He replied, to which you raised your eyebrows.

"I thought you didn't want to do that?"

Bucky shrugged, "Times change, I guess. I'm happy doing it now, though."

You hummed, "That's good. I'm an editor-in-chief at -"

"- New York Times, I know." Bucky cringed as he interrupted your sentence, realizing how creepy it must've come across. "Ma reads it, she's really proud of your achievements. She’s collected some of your articles in this cute little scrapbook."

You blushed. "That's really sweet, please thank her for me. Is she well?"

Bucky laughed, "Oh, she's really well. Bex just gave her a granddaughter, I'm on my way home to meet her."

Bex was Bucky's younger sister, who you had really bonded with throughout the four years of college. You felt like you were going to burst with happiness, "Oh my god, are you serious? That's amazing! Do you have pictures?"

He regretfully shook his head, "I would but I accidentally rebooted my phone and all the pictures Bex sent are gone." He bit his lower lip, as if hesitating before he said, "Well, I don't wanna cross any boundaries, but if you're okay with it, you can come over for dinner sometime this week if you're in Brooklyn."

Uh. What were you supposed to say?

It wasn't like you didn't wanna go, you missed Bucky's mom and Bex a lot.

But, on the other hand, Bucky was obviously going to be there, and since you didn't know anything about him now, you weren't sure if you were mentally equipped to deal with anything as well as how awkward it was going to be.

"I'll have to check with my secretary. Why don't you give me your number and I'll text you?" Okay, that was safe, right? You passed your phone to him to put his number in. This way, you didn't have to worry about making anyone upset in case you couldn't go.

Well, more upset than they already must've been with you.

"Hey, Buck?" You asked, almost muttering, "I hope your mom isn't mad at me for, uh, ghosting her..."

Bucky snorted as he passed you your phone back. "Mad at you? Never. She was actually mad at me when we couldn't find you after graduation, convinced that I did something stupid. Managed to make me think so too when you ignored my calls."

"Woah." You didn't know what else to say.

"For what it's worth now, I'm really sorry for whatever I did. I promise I never had any intention of hurting you."

Nothing would ever break your heart more than hearing the crack in Bucky's voice. How could you tell him it was never his fault, it was all you.

The only thing you did was wrap your hands around his arm closest to you, and his other hand instinctively came up to grab yours, only this time, his fingers were dead cold, metallic.

You looked down, taking his hands to inspect them. You gasped as you realised that his left hand wasn't organic.

"What happened, Bucky?"

He shook his head before smiling sadly. "Just a small mishap I had in our factory a few years ago. I'm okay, got used to it now, see!" He moved his fingers in a random pattern, a small whirring sound coming from within, while doing nothing to make you feel less guilty about not being there when he needed you the most.

Bucky could probably tell that too, so he was quick to change the subject. "So, is there anyone special in your life? I remember you saying something about wanting a guy who was like 'when he loves me, I want to feel like I'm floating'." He teased using something you had told him during one very late-night conversation. You were surprised he still remembered it.

"Shut up," You said, pushing him playfully. "But to answer your question, no there's no one special. I fell in love with someone a long time ago and I'm not sure if I can love anyone else." Bucky went silent for a couple of seconds, so you inquired, "What about you? You still with Dot?"

It successfully broke him out of his reverie as he snorted. "Nah, unfortunately something happened and I was too late to realize what I felt for another girl was much stronger than what I felt for Dot, but it was too late then."

"Never knew we were so similar." You humorlessly laughed before looking out of the window, not being able to meet his eyes.

"Yeah." Bucky sighed. "Wish I'd told her at the very least."

"Bucky," You shakily breathed out. His words were resonating in your mind as you gathered courage. What was the worst that could happen? He could just say no or humiliate you.

But even the last possibility was better than this little thing eating away at you forever.

"Yeah?"

"It was you, I loved you back in college and I still do."

Even the old lady on the aisle seat was looking at you in surprise. You, however, felt like a big burden was taken off your shoulders, breathing heavily.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped and you prepared yourself for whatever was going to come.

"Thank you, I love you. I knew it the minute I met you. I'm sorry it took so long for me to catch up. I could never build up the courage to tell you." The words poured out of Bucky's mouth like they had been waiting there for far too long.

"We're idiots." You said, clasping his cheeks as you both leaned in. "Why didn't you move on?"

"I did try, but no one else was you." He replied, his right hand coming up to caress your jaw as you stared in his blue eyes, drowning in them. "Why didn't you?"

"Because I couldn't find you.," You whispered, only a centimeter between your lips.

"Just kiss!" Came a yell from the other side of Bucky, who turned out to be the old lady.

"Young love, huh?" She said disgustedly, making you laugh.

Bucky smiled, wetting his lips before they finally met yours.

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“I’m sure you are.” You sighed, zipping your bag and putting it over your shoulder before you started walking out of the door. “Wait, shouldn’t it be an ‘if’? As in if I get a boyfrie-?” You asked with confusion, turning around to ask, just in time to see Natasha roll her eyes at you and shut the door in your face.

“Thank you, Y/N!” came Steve’s muffled yell from the other side.

“Whatever,” You grumbled to yourself.

The days before you had chanced upon the knowledge of their love life were much better. At least you didn’t have to leave every time Steve came up to your dorm.

Your phone started ringing just as you took your shoes out of the shoe stand, the screen displaying Bucky’s name.

You cleared your throat before answering, “Hello?”

“What you doin’?” Bucky’s deep voice asked through the speaker.

You adjusted the bag on your shoulder before bending down to tie your laces. “Nothing much. I’m just wearing my shoes and-”

“Where you at?” Bucky interrupted, and if you didn’t know better, you would’ve thought he was holding back laughter. You didn’t think much about it and replied anyway. “In front of my dorm. I’m about to-"

Not that it mattered much, because he cut you off again.

"Oh, you got plans?” Bucky said in a sing-song voice and you groaned when you finally understood where it was about to go.

“Bucky, I swear if you complete it-”

“Don’t say that.” You groaned loudly, earning a laugh from Bucky which, against your will, made you smile.

“Do you wanna sing the whole song?” You asked irritatedly.

“Nah, I’m good.” You rolled your eyes at his nonchalant tone.

“Is there a point to this or were you just in the mood to annoy me today?” You said with exasperation, totally done with social interaction for now.

“Hey, wait, don’t cut the call - I’m sorry,” he said, sounding like he was keeping his laughter in.

“I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.” You chided. “Why did you call me again?”

“Well, like I asked earlier, do you have any plans today?” Bucky inquired.

It was a Sunday evening, so you had naturally decided to binge shows while completing your assignments and chilling in your room.

Or it had been your plan till your roommate had kicked you out to, essentially, 'get some’.

“I was just about to grab coffee from The Brew and then chill in the study hall for the day.” because your best friend is screwing my best friend, you thought to yourself with a scowl. “Why do you ask?”

“Ah. You see, Sam has this seminar he left to attend and Steve is gonna be out for a couple of hours.” There was a pause of a couple of seconds as if he was hesitant about speaking next, but decided to continue anyway. “I was gonna watch that film you were nagging me about and then I thought - if I’m going through hell, why not drag you with me.”

“Was this supposed to convince me?” You asked him with a shake of your head, which you stopped when you realized that he couldn’t see.

He dramatically sighed. “Alright, let me try again. You, me, pizza and the Pride and Prejudice movie, my dorm? Please?”

This time, you couldn’t control your chuckle at the faux desperation in his voice as you mulled over his question.

Was he seriously asking you to come over when neither of his roommates were in?

To be honest, if it had been either Sam or Steve who had put forward the idea, you wouldn’t have thought twice. But it wasn’t either of them, it was Bucky.

There was no denying that your heart was already leaping at the small chance of your very-detailed imaginations coming true. Yet, you had never been alone with Bucky with no other purpose than doing your book report together and even just hanging out was making you nervous.

You had only suggested that he watch the movie to understand it from a different point of view, to see the characters as characters and not just scrutinize them just for the sake of the report, and it was coming back to bite you in the ass.

On top of that, you were worried you would end up spilling the beans about your best friend’s relationship, because, what if he didn’t know yet?

Gosh, poor soul would be crushed if he did like Natasha and came to know that Steve had already swept her off her feet.

“Y/N, you there?” Bucky’s voice brought you out of your reverie.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I’ll be there.” You blurted out.

Shit. You facepalmed when you realized that you had accidentally accepted.

What was the logical step to do next? Call him back and politely decline, right?

You couldn’t explain why, but you didn’t wanna do that.

Spending some time with Bucky wouldn’t hurt your otherwise non-eventful schedule anyway, would it?

You brushed the lint on your sweater and removed your hair from a lazy bun and combed it with your fingers, trying to hopefully look as if you didn't put any effort in.

Checking how you looked in the rear-camera of your phone for the last time, you held your breath before knocking on his door.

There was some shuffling before Bucky opened the door, beaming at you. “Come in.”

You wondered how someone handsome and built like him could look like an adorable teddy bear while in loose sweats.

He stepped back, allowing you to enter. “I was worried that I annoyed you too much and you wouldn’t come.”

“I had half a mind not to. TikTok has already made me hate that song so I’m not sure if I can forgive you easily.” You teasingly said, bringing a light tone between you two.

The aroma of freshly popped popcorn reached your nose and you saw that Bucky had arranged the couch to be directly in front of the TV, instead of against the wall, with a bowl of popcorn set in the middle of the couch.

Bucky motioned for you to take a seat. “I hope I’ll be able to earn your forgiveness, your majesty.” He said with a grin. You put your bag down and settled comfortably.

“It’s a good start, but I believe I was promised a pizza.” You replied with just as much cockiness.

“Here,” Bucky said as he handed you the different menus from the pizzerias nearby, before sitting down beside you and putting the movie on. “I didn’t want to assume what you like. Order whatever you want, it’s on me.”

“Why? Is this a date?” You joked as the movie started with Keira Knightley reading a book as she walked in an open ground.

“Do you want it to be?” Bucky countered with a grin.

You were glad you had your hair open because it perfectly curtained your blushing cheeks from his vision as you directed your eyes back to the screen.

What were you supposed to say anyway? Answer him with a sincere yes?

You obviously couldn’t do that!

Bucky had a certain way with words, you reminded yourself, it probably didn’t mean anything more than a jest to him.

“Did you know the book she’s reading is titled 'First Impressions’? It was the name of Austen’s first draft of Pride and Prejudice.” You said in an attempt to change the topic.

“Woah, really?” You smiled in relief when your attempt was successful and nodded. “Have you decided what you want?"

Your eyes widened in disbelief when Bucky gave his order on the phone, trying real hard to not judge him as he ordered a Hawaiian pizza and mustered up a smile to match the one he gave you when your eyes met.

Opting not to comment on his choice of having pineapples on pizza, you focused on the dancing sequence of the movie, the anticipation of Mr Darcy’s entrance turning your forced smile into a real one.

The dim-lit scene as Mr Darcy kissed Elizabeth briefly on her face, chanting Mrs Darcy with each peck before his lips finally touched hers. The ending still managed to fill you with just as much warmth as it always did.

As the credits started to roll, there were a few things that you noticed in this specific order -

a) A few stray tears had rolled down your cheeks, which you immediately rubbed off your face, and

b) You had very comfortably snuggled into Bucky’s side sometime during the movie without noticing it

The empty popcorn bowl was in your lap with Bucky’s hand over your shoulder. You could feel his chest moving with each breath.

"You good?” Bucky whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, not wanting to burst the small bubble you were in. “What did you think about the movie?”

Bucky chuckled lowly, “I think I understand why you like it so much now.” The deepness of his voice made you feel things you didn’t know you could.

You moved a bit away, stretching your spine get rid of the discomfort from sitting in the same position for too long. Bucky had pursed his lips when you glanced at him, looking like he was deep in thought.

The air around you started feeling a bit awkward, so you broke the silence.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but I still can’t believe that you voluntarily ordered and ate a pizza with pineapple on it.” You grimaced.

“I do like it” Bucky uttered in confusion, his eyebrows stitched together as you shook your head at him for the second time today - the difference was that he could see this one.

“Why, what’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing, I’m not sure if I can like you anymore.” You said seriously.

It was a lie, of course. If anyone knew the secret to being able to control how you felt around him, you would pay them handsomely. What you had just announced wasn’t completely fruitless though, because it was almost funny how it was riling Bucky up.

The creases on his temples deepened, and you were just about to lose it when Bucky sat up straight and stared directly in your eyes. His upper lip curled back in contemplation before his tongue swiped the bottom one as you tried to hide your blushsmile.

How was this guy making you fall harder and harder every time you looked at him?

“That’s particularly prejudiced of you, Miss Y/L/N.” The British accent he added was the last straw as you burst out laughing, Bucky joining in.

“That was a great imitation,” you praised after your laughter died down, “I have to say, I’m quite impressed.”

“Was it enough to make you like me again?” Bucky asked with a cheeky smile, thankfully with a well-intended tone of joking added so you knew to take it as just that - a joke.

“I like you, but maybe only as a friend,” You replied with a smirk to distract yourself from slipping, diverting both your mind and the topic to a clear boundary. “You need to work harder to become my bestie. Natasha drives a hard bargain with her face masks and skin care stuff.”

“Oh, come on.” Bucky grouched as he started picking up the empty pizza boxes and the water bottles. “I thought she would’ve docked a few points in your book after how much she kicks you out for Steve nowadays.”

Your blood froze, making a chill creep up your spine as your knuckles turned white with how tightly you had gripped the arm of the sofa.

“You know?” were the two words your tongue allowed you to stutter out.

“Yeah, I mean,” he shrugged, “they started as friends with benefits. Where do you think they hooked up most of the time?”

The gears in your head started turning, interpreting his words as you felt yourself relax as if a burden was lifted from your shoulders. You had found them in Steve's apartment where Bucky lived too, so it should've been obvious that he knew.

You blinked as you calmed down, he was heading to the kitchen so he didn’t witness your mess up. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

“You should invest in good headphones.” Bucky hollered, making you chuckle to yourself.

You moved the sofa back to its original place, picked up the bowl and whatever he hadn’t been able to carry and took them to the kitchen where Bucky was putting stuff in the garbage bag.

“Please don’t take it as an offense, but I thought you liked Natasha for the longest time and that you might be upset that Steve’s dating her.” You admitted, not being able to keep your thoughts to yourself anymore. “It’s why I didn’t say anything about it sooner.”

Bucky gave you a bashful smile. “She’s a good friend, but I don’t see her that way. There’s someone else I got my eyes on, though.”

“Oh.” was the only thing you could say, doing all you could to not show your myriads of feelings you currently felt, too incomprehensible to dissect them right now. Of course he liked someone else, it would probably be someone like Natasha he’d be interested in.

“What do you wanna do now?” He asked, crashing through the train of your thoughts and giving you a much needed distraction till you could have time for yourself to think everything through.

“I don’t know.” You muttered.

“Can I propose that we watch another movie then?"

You cursed yourself for not being able to say no to Bucky’s puppy-dog eyes and his stupid little fake British accent.

You yawned, stretching your body as it slowly awakened.

You were on a bed, not your own, that was for sure. You turned away from the window, grumbling at whoever had left the curtains open when something next to you moved.

Stilling your movements, you forced your eyes open to see a face that made your heart stop beating. His long dark eyelashes rested against his cheeks as his brown hair, though messy, looked as if a professional had styled them.

Why were you in bed with Bucky?

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"Is it?" He asks, wondering if she knows that she's the cause of it.

"Uh huh," Y/N nods as if she's confirming a universal truth. Steve just shrugs amusedly, not knowing how he lived without her for so long.

She makes him want to dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, and just the thought of her drives him wild - so why not just tell her? 

"You make me smile." He confesses shyly, only for her to laugh melodiously before her lips meet his.

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