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The second time, he brings it up sideways.

"You get good ones today?" he asks, later, cleaning his rifle with the kind of focus that means he isn't actually thinking about his rifle.

"Some."

"Of the Captain?"

"Some of those too."

He glances at you like he's doing math. You go back to your film log and don't help him with it.

By the fourth time it stops being subtle, mostly because he starts finding excuses to be near you when you've got the camera out.

He’s leaning over your shoulder under the guise of checking the light, angling himself into whatever frame you're setting up until you have to physically nudge him with your elbow to get him out of it. Which defeats the entire purpose, since half your rolls now have Bucky cropped at the edge of every photo like a stray thumb.

"You're in my shot," you tell him, not for the first time.

"I'm helpin'."

"You're not."

He grins like that's the correct answer.

It's Dum Dum who says it out loud, which is somehow worse than if Bucky had figured it out himself. They're passing your contact sheets around the fire one night, the ones you'd printed back at base and never quite gotten around to filing.

Dum Dum holds one up — Bucky mid-laugh, head tipped back, off to the side of a frame that's supposedly about morale on the front lines — and says, "Sarge, they've got a whole gallery of just you," and cackles like it's the funniest thing that's happened all war.

You don't deny it. There's no version of denying it that doesn't sound worse than the truth.

Bucky goes very still in a particular way.

It’s like his whole body just hit a wall it didn't see coming, and then he laughs it off too loud and changes the subject to something about the rations. You let him, because you can see the exact moment it lands behind his eyes. Plus, you're not cruel enough to make him sit in it in front of everyone.

He waits until the fire's burned down and the rest of the squad's peeled off to sleep or pretend to.

It's just you and him and Dernier's terrible homemade liquor. It’s the same recipe that smells like it could strip paint — Bucky's been sipping like it's punishing him for something.

"So," he says at first simply.

He's got the tin cup turned in his hands, not drinking, just turning it. For a man who talks for a living he's suddenly having real trouble finding the next word.

You wait. You're good at waiting — it's half the job, sitting behind the lens until the actual moment arrives instead of the one you expected.

"The pictures," he tries again, and stops.

You watch something in him short out completely — the cocky tilt of his shoulders trying to hold and failing, colour climbing up his neck in a way no amount of nonchalance is going to cover.

He opens his mouth like he's got a whole speech loaded and what comes out instead is: "Why me?"

You could make him work for it. Some evil, self-preserving part of you wants to. Instead you just shrug, easy, like it costs you nothing, even though it costs you a little.

"There's enough cameras on the Captain."

It should be a joke. It sounds like one going out.

But Bucky's face does something complicated when it lands — like he's trying to file it under bit and it won't fit, like some part of him already knew and hearing it said plain just confirmed the math he'd been too chicken to finish.

He opens his mouth, then sharply closes it.

Pride hits him first, fast, his chin lifting before he can stop it. Of course, look at this handsome face. Then the crash — mouth open, nothing there, hand to the back of his neck. You want pictures of me?

You watch, unhurried, camera loose in your lap because for once you're not interested in capturing this. You just want to see it happen with your own eyes.

"...Oh," he finally says. One syllable, and it costs him visibly more than the whole sentence before it.

Then he grabs Dernier's cup and drains what's left of the moonshine in one go, throat working, eyes watering instantly. Even Steve — six feet away, half-asleep against his own pack — cracks an eye open and goes a quite pale just from the smell of it.

Bucky doesn't say anything else. He sits there coughing, eyes streaming, ears red clean past the collar, looking like a man who just survived something far more dangerous than the front.

You lift the camera and take the picture anyway.

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"Friend alright, statement." Rocky pulls back from the xenonite as he awaits confirmation.

"Yes."

Visibly relaxing, "Grace so dramatiiiiiic—" Rocky drawls, and you're sure if he had eyes, he would be rolling them. "Grace is bad pilot. It fact. Friend try. See if better than Grace. Rocky thinks so. Grace worse than average."

"Mary! Back me up, please?" Grace looks to the ceiling for any kind of support.

"Dr. Grace has no previous records of pilot training received." Echoes from Mary's speakers, dealing the final blow as Grace purses his lips in a pout.

In Mary's defense, that does contribute to his argument. He can get better if he trains a bit more, but alas. The delivery of the line has comedic timing too good to ignore.

"Oh my God—" you cackle, snorting to catch your breath, "Let him live, both of you!"

"Rocky is no threat to Grace. Grace live. Odd human expression, question?"

Nodding, you manage to choke out a sound resembling yeah, wiping your eyes. As if remembering something, Rocky turns to you, and uh-oh, looks like you're next on the chopping block as the finger-like appendages meet into a point to gesture to you.

"Friend also! Inefficient human design. Leak for everything! Disguuust! Make Rocky worry. Apologize, statement."

Shaking with laughter, you lean against the xenonite, wrapping your arms around it in a hug. It's not like you can be mad at him for worrying about you, even though the things that worry him come with human anatomy itself. "Sorry for being human, buddy."

"Acceptable."

Rocky rolls next to your bunker when you're cleaning up your space a little.

"Friend. Time good, question? Rocky have question."

"Sure, hun. What's up?" you settle down to get comfortable. Rocky usually doesn't have simple questions, especially when seeking you out in private. If you're not the readily available human to ask in the first place, the reason why he seeks you out is to either get a second opinion (or confirm the information previously provided), or that he has not been able to get a satisfactory answer out of Grace.

"What word mean, question?" Rocky echoes, tilting his head, tapping a claw twice on the xenonite floor.

"Oh," This might be the first time you call him that petname, actually. "It's short for "honey", — a sweet subtance for consumption. It can also be used as a term of endearment for people who are close to you."

"Do not consume Rocky. Will not digest." You're still amazed at how well the humour carries on despite the translation device. "Eridian term of endearment not have "sweet" substance for consumption. We have ♫𝅘𝅥 𝅘𝅥𝅮𝅘𝅥𝅮♩ ♪___♩. ♪ ♬𝅘𝅥𝅭 𝅘𝅥𝅮 ... But not same word."

"Do you want me to add it as a word?"

"No. Rocky think for more similar word. Question, now. Statement," Rocky tumbles closer, "Rocky observe. Friend no touch Grace. Hand up," he raises a claw, acting as if he's going to touch his another claw, then suddenly puts it down and slumping in place. Putting a show for your dumb little brain, as Grace would say. "Then change mind. Display intention, but no act. Why?"

"That's a loaded question, bud," A long sigh leaves you before you can stop it. Shrugging, you opt for a mild; "I don't want to cross any boundaries, you know?"

"Rocky not know. That why Rocky ask."

Oh, great.

"Boundaries, Rocky knows." Rocky supplies after a brief moment of silence to prompt you into talking, "Grace has explained before. When Rocky first arrive on ship. But you Grace same. Species, same. Mission, same. Same same same. Why boundary, question?"

"... Humans are—" you start.

"Stupid. Statement." Rocky finishes your sentence for you.

"I was going to say complicated, but you know what? You are absolutely right."

Rocky makes a satisfied noise, "Rocky always right." There is a dolphin-like sound you pick up as Rocky shakes up and down, laughing. You think he's being smug about being right until he adds; "Rocky is favourite. No boundary. More hug. Friend love Rocky more than Grace."

"Hey, now—"

"What counts as human mating behaviour, question?"

Unlike Grace, you live to yap with Rocky about the differences in species, perhaps owing to a personal interest in anthropology.

"Ooh, very sudden but flavourful question," grinning, you tap your chin in thought, "Do you mean like, courtship, or behaviour displayed exclusively between mates?"

"Second."

"You first, then. Just to provide an example."

Rocky gives a contemplative hum, one claw fluttering over the turquoise mark along his arm. "Mating mark, here. Rocky have Adrian mark."

"It's beautiful..." your eyes graze over the mark. Even with the sentimental meaning aside, it does look like something precious, like a gem or mother of pearl. "A little similar to that, humans have tattoos. We, uh... force ink under our skin to create patterns we like. But it's more of a personal expression, and not exclusive to mates, even if you get matching tattoos with another."

Rocky thrums, and he's definitely judging. You can tell.

"Otherwise, off the top of my head? Kissing, but... on the lips. That's exclusive to mates, I think. Kissing the cheek or hand for example, are not, and can be a display of affection or even respect, depending on the culture."

"... Matching patterns not sign of mate. Touching mouths is sign of mate." Rocky makes an exaggerated motion with his body, displeased at the mere idea, though before he can comment any further, you jut your hands out in a panic;

"We have wedding bands!" you blurt, pointing at your ring finger, "It's when you — supposedly and arguably — commit to your mate for life. You take a vow, and the collective recognizes you as a pair. Traditionally, you wear matching rings made of precious metal to signify the "unbreakable bond" or something."

"... Are you explaining the concept of marriage to Rocky?" You whip around to see Grace leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and with an amused grin on his face.

"Help," Pleading, you reach out for him, and surprisingly, he takes your hand momentarily as he sits down.

Unnecessary physical contact.

You might, in fact, be so touch starved that you classify the action as flirting before you bury it deep down.

"Rocky no understand. Do puppet show."

Both you and Grace blink.

"For... for what..?" Grace asks, putting the glasses hanging off his chin back on his nose bridge.

"For everything! Rocky study Earth culture. Do puppet show! Grace and friend as puppets for better understanding, statement."

Rocky opens and closes his claws in a very enthuastic display of jazz hands.

".... I can narrate." you offer dumbly, the mere thought of close contact with Grace frying your mind, "We both can, actually. ... Shall we?"

The two of you get up, casting one last awkward glance at each other before holding hands and interlocking fingers.

"Why does this feel like explaining reproductive biology to middleschoolers..." Grace sighs, and you bark out a startled laugh.

"Ryland Grace!" you squeak, putting on your best scandalized form, swiftly delivering a light smack to his bicep, "We're not procreating! Certainly not in front of Rocky!"

"Would procreate if Rocky leave room, question?"

"Don't even, Rocky." Grace raises his pointer finger at him, brows raised as the ultimate warning.

After a getting past the initial awkward phase of trying to talk through scenarios and where to put your hands, you realise both you and Grace have a knack for acting.

It starts off with showing Rocky an initial meeting, mostly consisting of explanation and dialogue. Then come the dates, with a lot more props involved, like a makeshift wheel made out of a large valve as Grace pretends to pick you up from your home. It's like a dam has been broken with how many ideas flood the two of you.

Neither of you comment on how you're essentially acting out on your fantasies.

You act out a fancy dinner date, blundering through explaining why mood lighting in the form of candles is so important. Then, a more causal dinner date, something like a diner; showing classic things like sharing a milkshake with two straws, and somehow it's cute and playful to steal fries off of your lover's plate.

Moving rooms, you start getting more specific.

Acting out beach dates and swimming together, and at some point the conversation derails so bad that Grace ends up having you sit on his shoulders while he sits on his knees, and;

"It's played with two pairs. The one on the bottom is usually the stronger out of the pair, both to be able to carry the other and to have a strong foundation so the other pair can't push you off that easily," He keeps a hand on your thigh as a safety measure while he gestures to his waist with his free hand, "You would be in the sea water waist-deep at the very least, though going higher is usually preferred. And then the ones on top try to topple each other, and the pair who stays standing wins."

"It's a bonding activity for all parties and induces some friendly competition," you add, a hand resting on Grace's head, absentmindedly noting how soft his hair is before you pat the crown of his head to signal you want to get off.

"Display of strength. Rocky understand."

Then come the cinema dates, and Grace, of course, does not miss out on the opportunity to show the classic "pretend-yawn-and-embrace" move, to which Rocky visibly looks confused at, and Grace covers all his bases as he mentions cuddling is much more common in more private viewings, like at home.

"Okay, and then— again, traditionally," Grace shoos you a few steps ahead before tapping your shoulder, sinking to one knee as you turn around, bringing his hands together, then opening it as close to a ninety-degree angle as he can, pretending to open a ring box. "The male gets down on one knee to propose."

"Propose what, question?"

"Marriage, Rock."

"Oooh. Ceremony, question? Knee down also part of propose?"

"Eh," Grace makes a small, non-commital noise, "Pre-ceremony, more like. As for the kneeling, yes, but I'm not sure of the reason."

"I heard it dates back to knights." Avoiding his gaze in favour of looking at Rocky, your hands cup his, "Like, bending the knee to take the chivalric oath, or to swear loyalty to their chosen Lady. Haven't checked my sources, though, so don't quote me on that."

"That... makes so much sense, actually."

"Ceremony over when knee down, question? Proposal just gesture?"

"Oh! No Rock, you actually give a speech," Grace tilts his head like a cat, "Let me think, uhh..." A short sniffle out of reflex, "Something like..." gears in his head turning, he takes a moment before clearing his throat, fixing his posture before looking into your eyes, a hand resting over yours, "I, Ryland Grace—"

No matter how nervous you feel, you must not flex your hand, he will feel it. Pull it together, deep breaths. Deep breaths.

"Promise to love and cherish you for all my days. I promise to be true to you in good times and the bad, in sickness and in health,"

Can he feel your pulse from your wrist? God, you hope not. It feels like your heart is trying to beat itself out of your ribcage.

"Will you marry me?"

Time stops.

Something in his gaze is different. You look for any semblance of humour or pretend, just something to let you know that he is doing this for the sake of the puppet show, and find... none.

"Yes," you manage to breathe out, the sound barely audible.

Grace— Ryland? Even if it was an act, you just proposed, and accepted the proposal respectively — does not take his eyes off yours as he rises, leaning a bit closer, breath mingling with yours, and—

He bypasses your face entirely, opting in for a hug.

"Couples usually kiss after that, since it's a happy event." He presses you closer to him, talking to Rocky over your shoulder.

You don't mourn the fact that you cannot see his face when you can feel his heart beat is just as thunderous against his chest when you're so close you can feel the heat emanating off his skin.

Each time the front door gave way to a sudden rush of wind, you glanced up, observing, picking apart. There was the civilian, whose wide eyes flickered like he'd stumbled into a place twenty miles from where he was actually meant to be. Then came the couple—definitely military—who sidled up to the counter and rattled drinks off like a maintenance checklist, like they couldn't quite shake off work. 

The worst ones were the slim-bodied, khaki-clad aviators, who sauntered in with the confidence of a vain peacock, laughter as vibrant as the attention-grabbing feathers adorned in deep blues and verdant greens.

Hangman leaned against the counter with that perfectly, frustratingly charming grin of his. Your name rolled off his tongue, laced with shallow affection. A light-hearted flirt fest was all. "How've you been, sweetheart?"

"You're a few hours from Lemoore," you said. "Both of you."

The corners of Coyote's lips flipped up. "Missed us?"

"Terribly." Sarcasm dripped from your tone. "What can I get you tonight?"

Amber beer bottles scraped against the counter. Hangman winked as he threw a few dollar bills down—a hefty tip, as always—and you blew a meaningless kiss in the air that sent him and Coyote away. 

"Your dad know you're flirting with his men?"

You turned slowly in hopes that you could rein in the widening stretch of your mouth in time, but a full-blown beam glimmered beneath the dim bar lights as you met the familiar raised eyebrows and knowing green eyes that had watched you—and seen past your innocent eyelash batting—through nearly every stage of life.

"I was wondering how long it'd take before you showed up here," you said, cheeks flushed with remnants of a passing youth. You rounded the bartop, two strides becoming one, feet light like the floor was made of springs. 

Maverick barely twisted in his seat in time for your embrace, his shoulder digging into your sternum as you flung your arms around his neck. He shifted, winding his grasp around your ribs, unable to hide his smile as your sweet laughter echoed in his ears like a bright sunny day. "Hi, kid."

"Hi, Mav. It's been a while. I missed you."

"How'd you know I'd be around?"

You were behind the bar again. "All this time, and you're still asking."

Maverick's lips thinned. Of course. "How is he?"

A sharp breath inflated your chest, your gaze falling to the lemons yet to be cut. You picked up the knife. "I don't feel like crying on the job today," you said with a slight tremble. You made one slice before putting the knife back down and forcing your chin up. "You should go see him while you're here. I'm sure he'd appreciate it after all the strings he's pulled for you."

"You're making digs at me now?"

"Only fair for all the teasing you've put me through as a kid." Your gaze slid to the door as it swung open. Just another group of civilians. "Look," you propped your forearms on the counter, "I'm not supposed to know anything about this, but you know my dad has never been able to keep things from me, especially not about..." You paused when Maverick's expression wavered, then cast a glance over your shoulder, toward Hangman and Coyote by the dartboard—the only kind of people you'd come to know throughout your life. "I know Bradley got called back here. Are you ready to see him?"

Are you? came close to slipping out of Maverick's mouth—a quick rebuttal he'd slammed down with teeth grinding together, just short of painful. The sting eventually shot through his jaw when he noticed the threaded bracelet looped around your wrist, weathered and stained as time frayed the edges. You and Bradley had matching ones. He remembered that. He was there when you made them.

And the shirt you were wearing—a deep blue with the University of Virginia insignia printed in the middle—was loose around the collar, nearly sliding down your shoulder, sleeves scraping past your elbows. It was almost comically oversized. If he had to guess, he'd say it was Bradley's, somehow in your possession over the years—years he'd lost with him, but years you hadn't.

Those aviators, too, roosted atop your head, clearly forgotten to take off before the start of your shift, looked an awful lot like the ones he'd gotten Bradley as a teenager. You must have been the recipient of them after their relationship had plummeted into the seventh circle of Hell.

Money not wasted, he supposed. 

But his question would've been a stupid one to ask.

You were nearly doused in Bradley Bradshaw, and instead of the tumultuous ball of dread cradled in his stomach, your heart was probably jumping for joy at the very thought of seeing him again.

Something in his chest clenched as the mission loomed over his head. You. He had to think of you, too. He couldn't afford to blow this.

"Get back to work," he finally said.

Your gaze flitted over his face—steely, calculating, like you were dissecting every thought that passed through his brain, paired with a cocky edge that pushed your head atilt, obnoxiously chomping on the stale piece of gum in your mouth. God, you were every bit Iceman's kid when you did that. 

Maverick wasn't sure if he found comfort in that.

"Fine," you relented. "We'll do it your way, Uncle Pete." You pushed away from the counter. "But you owe me dinner."

You returned your attention to your job, mentally preparing for the moment this bar would be turned upside down and inside out as the clock struck closer to midnight. The limes and lemons were cut into wedges, and you'd wiped down the counter more times than truly necessary, and really, you should be switching out the kegs, but Maverick looked pathetically lonely as he nursed a pint, and you'd run your luck—and a keg—dry the last time you tried to do it, so you remained at your station and hoped someone else would do it for you.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me." Penny froze, a crate of freshly washed glasses and schooners perched on her hip. "You know about this?"

You bit back a grin, innocently shrugging. You could feel Maverick's disbelief burning into the rear of your head as you attended to a new patron. Then another. And another. Until the bell clamored beside you, a jingle that coaxed cheers from everyone but the reason behind it.

"Tough night, Mav," you said over your shoulder, but your amusement trailed off when Hangman's voice ricocheted like a jet engine.

"What do we have here?"

With Payback and Fanboy flanked behind her, Phoenix strolled through the front door—just three. Your stare lingered on the closing gap as the door thudded against the frame, trying to keep the small puff of dejection from blowing against the bottle of vodka in your hand.

He'd be here soon enough.

Hangman eventually found his way back to the bar. "Penny, my dear."

"Yeah?"

"I'll have four more on the old-timer."

Your lips slanted. The slight tilt of Maverick's head was meant to snuff out your impending rib-aching, tear-filled laughter, but your smirk only deepened. "You gonna be able to buy me dinner after this, old man?"

"You're trouble," said Maverick. His gaze darted to Penny, long enough for you to understand that he had meant more than just the fun you were poking at. 

All you responded with was a wink.

Hangman beckoned you over with his fingers. He leaned down, his voice a quiet hum against the ruckus flowering around you. "I'm not one to judge, but he's a little older than your usual target, ain't he?"

You ducked your head, hiding the way your face twisted in all the wrong ways and swallowing down the retch shooting up your throat, before the coquettish mask returned. "My usual target's not here."

"Will he be?"

"I don't believe I'm at liberty to tell you, Hangman."

His eyes crinkled. "Well, if you're looking for a new one," he said, "you know where to find me."

You snorted. 

"Bradshaw!"

Your head whipped toward the door.

Amidst the throng of people pouring into the Hard Deck, you spotted the familiar sunkissed skin swathed in a loose, unbuttoned shirt, jeans mapping out the creases in his muscles, and those sunglasses you'd talked him into buying one day. Your mouth had tipped up in a smile before you even realized.

Hangman sighed. "And there goes my chance."

"Like you ever had one." Penny slid in beside you, putting down four beers in front of Hangman.

"I'll let him know you're here."

Your gaze followed Bradley as he bounded past the bar and toward the pool tables, joining the growing group of aviators. "No, you won't."

Hangman flashed another one of his charming smiles. "Much appreciated, Pops. Hey, sweetheart, what song are you feeling? I was thinkin' Slow Ride." He scrunched his nose when you fixed him with a dry and hardened stare. "Offer's still on the table."

"Keep dreaming, Seresin!" you exclaimed to his back.

Maverick handed his card to Penny to close his tab. His gaze was heavy on you, tracking the way your giddy grin faltered as a new song danced into the air. Hangman's laughter was a beacon within the crowd, as though he knew you were rolling your eyes at him. You hadn't even followed through when you drifted to Bradley again, like a compass needle always finding true north.

Yeah, his qualms with this mission went beyond him and Bradley. He definitely needed to think of you.

"Why'd you pull his papers, Mav?" you asked softly, a quiet hum that was nearly lost in the flood of commotion warming the room up. It felt misplaced for a place like this. But you asked anyway. 

"He wasn't ready."

You slipped a lemon wedge against a glass. "Neither was I, and you and my dad hadn't made a sound when I put my application in. I think that only pissed him off some more."

"You weren't going in to be a pilot."

"Bullshit, and you know it. If my eyes hadn't shit the bed, I'd be in that cockpit." You handed the drink off to a waiting sailor. "I know it's different—you and him, you and I—but at the end of the day, he still made it here. Was it really worth losing him over it?"

The muscles in Maverick's jaw ticked. He shook the distant fog in his eyes away. "Do you always have heart-to-hearts with your customers?"

"Only the ones I grew up with."

Penny put Maverick's card down on the counter. "It's been declined."

Disbelief warped his face. "You're kidding."

Penny didn't pull her attention from him as she told you, "Why don't you take your fifteen?"

You didn't stick around. You didn't want to. You'd seen Penny and Maverick dance around each other for as long as you could remember, spanning since before you were born. Whatever unresolved tension hung between them was something you did not want to be trapped in the midst of.

Hangman wooed. "I knew you couldn't resist, sweetheart."

But his words fell on deaf ears as your hand glided up Bradley's arm and across the expanse of his back. His skin didn't twitch, and there wasn't a flicker of surprise in Bradley's eyes—not at the sudden warmth encasing the scars littered on his neck that traced the path of your touch, not at the brush of your thumb against the hairs on the back of his head, not at the comforting press of your body against his, not at the weight of your stare that seemed to settle his entire soul. 

No, of course not. He would know you even if his memory were wiped.

Bradley snaked his arm around your waist, meeting your eyes with a face-splitting grin. A sweet mix of seasalt, wood, and sweat encircled you as his body draped over yours, the tautness in your shoulders dissipating with a slow exhale that would make the next few hours of fulfilling drink orders worth it. You weren't sure if the shivers prickling your skin were from the ticklish brush of his mustache or the gentle kiss on the curve of your neck.

"Watch the hand, Bradshaw," you warned when his palm ventured low over the curve of your spine, skimming the top of your jeans. His chest trembled with laughter, and yours followed as you pulled away—a sound so attuned to his, a familiar beat you'd grown up with, one your heart had learned to mimic. "Hiya, you big stud."

"You look good," he said, kissing the side of your head. "Always do."

A satisfied hum rippled in your throat. You remained nestled against Bradley, but turned to Hangman with a sugary sweet smile. "Oh, I'm sorry, Seresin. Did you say something?"

Hangman rolled his eyes as laughter erupted around you.

Bradley's lips grazed the shell of your ear, breath warm. "Unplug the jukebox and meet me at the piano?"

"I was getting sick of this song anyway." You slipped from Bradley's grasp, even as his arm seemed to contradict his words and tightened around you.

Groans weaved between patrons as you yanked the plug from the outlet, slicing through the song that Hangman had selected.

Bradley held his hand over his shoulder, waiting patiently to feel yours slide against his before pulling you onto his lap. "How long do I have you for?"

"One song," you said, taking his folded sunglasses from the collar of his white vest and resting them back on the bridge of his nose. "Make it a good one, hot stuff."

"Yes, ma'am." His fingers dexterously tapped along the black and ivory keys of the wooden upright piano, quelling the complaints around them. 

Something warm wrapped around you, memories infiltrating your mind of late summer nights in high school, and endless karaoke nights he'd back you up with, and ballads after your first heartbreak, and thunderous thrumming that kept the party alive, and relaxing Saturday mornings as the waves crashed into the nearby shore, and stories you'd heard from your dad and Maverick over the years, and behind each one, you could hear Bradley pressing one key after another.

There was nothing quite like it.

The bell rang again as a distant echo in your head. You managed to catch the moment Hangman, Payback, and Coyote carried Maverick out of the bar by his limbs. Overboard. Briefly, your eyes connected over Bradley's shoulder, and you picked out the subtle shift in his expression, like he, too, was caught in a memory. A very different one.

Then, he was gone in a blink of an eye.

Maverick left your mind just as quickly as he'd gone as the first few notes of Great Balls of Fire played out. Bradley had told you about the fading recollection he had of him perched on a piano while his dad belted out the song. He also spent hours teaching you to play it. You were sure Carole would've been sick of the song by the time you'd figured it out if it didn't remind her so much of Goose.

"You shake my nerves, and you rattle my brains," Bradley started strongly, his voice rasping with charisma. His mouth was hot against your ear. "Too much love drives a man insane!"

Laughter shook your chest as you joined in, your head bobbing to the rhythm. You didn't care for the way his body jostled, or his head bumped against the back of your shoulder as he damn near shouted the lyrics for everyone to hear.

It was fun. Being with Bradley was always fun.

Whether it was doing fifty push-ups in the kitchen together because your dad thought he was standing too close to you, or helping you with the infinite mountain of paperwork you needed to fill out during your tenure in the Navy, or grocery shopping with his mom before she passed—all of it was a zing of adrenaline and a rush of dopamine when it was with him.

You were out of breath by the time the song ended, throat scratched raw from belting out the familiar song. Ecstasy leaked into your exhale, trembling yet light, and your lips remained pinned up as Bradley squeezed your waist, his arm winding around securely, a comfortable heat seeping past the fabric of your shirt.

It took everything in you to peel away from his grasp.

"What time are you off?" he asked.

"You've got an early morning," you said. "Don't do it to yourself."

Bradley twisted around as you disappeared through the sea of people. "But I want to!"

The rest of the night had stretched long and strenuously, incessantly churning out drink orders, wiping down sticky counterspace, and restocking bottles. By the time the last drunk-to-high-heaven person had ushered themselves out, you were ready to collapse behind the bar and call it a night.

Penny had to pull you off a stool before your eyes fluttered shut until daybreak.

Hauling your bag over your shoulder, you shouted goodnight to her on your way out. The chilly coastal breeze beyond the front door did enough to revive what little energy you had left, bones chattering beneath your pebbled skin.

A startled gasp cut past your lips when you found Bradley leaning against your car, sunglasses askew on his nose and one sleeve of his loose, unbuttoned shirt sliding down his arm. Somehow, he still looked more put together than you. "I thought you left with the rest of 'em."

His head snapped up, a slow grin stretching across his face. "You wouldn't tell me what time you got off, so I waited."

"And now you need someone else to get you home," you said, recounting the drinks you'd served him (and cut him off from for his own benefit).

Bradley dug his keys out of his pocket, the matching bracelet you had with him hanging off the keychain that glinted beneath the exterior lights of the Hard Deck, and handed them to you for safekeeping. "Yes, ma'am." He watched you haphazardly stuff your things into the backseat of your car. "D'you know why we got called back?"

A teasing spark shined in your eyes. "Should've known you just wanted to use me."

Something akin to a wounded noise escaped Bradley. "Baby, no." His hands clumsily cradled your jaw. "I would never."

"What about the time you tried to make Vanessa Torres jealous?" You pushed his sunglasses into his hair.

"That was one time. Almost twenty years ago."

"So not never." The amusement on your face faltered, easily wiped away as time plunged deeper into the night. You curled your fingers around his wrist, his radial pulse gently beating beneath you. "I don't know what the mission is," you conceded quietly, swallowing thickly, "but whatever it is, promise me you'll come back."

Bradley's eyes flickered between yours. You had probably done this a million times by now—made him swear that he'll return. That he'll return to you. Alive. And each time, he felt the weight of his career compressing his bones until he was about ten inches shorter. Was this what his dad felt? He wished he could ask him that, see if it got any easier.

"Haven't I always?" He hoped you wouldn't notice the slight crack in his voice.

You gave a short hum, as though you could see right past him. He doubted that the lingering alcohol coursing through his system was any good at keeping a mask up; then again, he was never very good at hiding things from you to begin with.

"Get in the car," you said softly, pulling your face away from his hands. "We'll grab your Bronco in the morning."

"Can I get a kiss first?"

That got a quiet little huff of laughter from you, swelling when he pulled you even closer, his arms tightly looping around your waist, like the very notion of space between you was inexcusable.

"Kiss me, baby," he sang like he was behind the piano again. Quieter this time—a personal serenade.

"You're something else, Bradshaw." You pulled him down for a surprisingly gentle kiss, a delicate pressure that sent a quiet, warm ripple straight to your chest. You hated to pull away, even as your heart rapped against your ribs and your lungs heaved for air, but you couldn't stop the giddy stretch of your lips as age-old butterflies erupted in your stomach. 

"Ooh," Bradley shivered, "that feels good."

"Yeah?" You notched an eyebrow. "You gonna love me like a lover should?"

"Oh, baby, I'll do a lot more than that." He nuzzled his face against your neck. "I'ma tell this world that you're mine, mine, mine."

"Good." You stole another kiss. "Now get in the car."

“Maybe we should’ve picked a closer coffee shop,” you pant. 

Leaning his bike to one side, Ryland sighs. “Yeah…not our greatest idea.”

Studying somewhere farther seemed fine. Better than the lobby of your shared apartment complex, or the university library you’ve been jailed at recently. But since neither of you own a vehicle, the boulevard stretch ahead – devoid of cars and lined with trees – feels daunting. If only you could move faster. 

Suddenly, you bite back a smile.

“Let’s race to that stop sign,” you declare. 

“Race? Why?”

“Why not? It’s safe. And judging by the size of your helmet, Ry”– you giggle –“I think you’d survive a fall.” 

“Thanks,” Ryland deadpans. But he’s chuckling. “You know…I’ll take you letting me win in a race as an apology for that.”

“Fine. Deal.”

He beams. “So when–”

You don’t even let him finish. You’re off. “Now!”

“Hey!”

As you gain speed, the wind whistles in your ears – but you still hear Ryland’s playful shouts from behind. Even though you can’t see his face, you know his gray eyes are crinkling at the corners, and his glasses are slipping down the bridge of his cutely crooked nose. 

Your heart pounds from adrenaline. Nothing more. 

Shaking those thoughts away, you reach the sign and skid to a halt. “First!”

“No – fair!” Ryland laughs breathlessly, bike wheels clicking as he comes up next to you. “You got a – head start!”

“You can’t – prove that.”

“I can!”

“How?”

You make eye contact at the same time. 

Ryland grins. “Rematch?”

“Oh, it is on.”

Well, the work will get done eventually.

For now, you’re allowed to race aimlessly up and down the boulevard together. You can savor the laughter in your chest and the sight of Ryland’s blush-tinged cheeks. You can hold on to that feeling.

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dc heroes

First Dates to Forever by @lechelovestoyap featuring Clark Kent/Reader

This is a lovely commission that I asked Leche to write for me and she absolutely delivered; this fic has me smiling every time I go back to read it. I guess I’m just in love with Clark Kent again all over again :]

Starving by @kryptidfiles featuring Clark Kent/Reader (18+)

Jae has me out here folding for bro……..unbelievable……..this is an INCREDIBLE smut fic with apologetic, horny Clark and I’m on my way to re-read it right now lol

The Puddle Predicament by @iridescentlightshow featuring Jon Kent/Gn!Reader

I adored this fic with the touching affection that is captured in every line of this fic. Give it a read!

Class Is In Session by @bat1nsignia featuring Kara Zor-El/Reader

This one is so very heartfelt and loving and there’s such a darling, beautiful atmosphere to this fic—give Insignia’s fic a read!

Good Boy by @frostedpinkicing featuring Bruce Wayne/Reader (18+)

Absolutely delicious fic featuring Bruce with a mommy kink…….something I never realized how badly I needed…..WHEW

Conspiracies, Conspiracies by @batslvrr featuring Vampire!Bruce Wayne/F!Reader

This was so lovely and intricate to read, everyone please go give Nor’s turn a good look and give her all the flowers for this one!

He Swears His Life To You by @bloomcissa featuring Knight!Bruce Wayne/Reader

Now this is some real heat…….need me some him Cissa…….or at the very least a few thousand more blurbs of this………

Rooftop by @spectorgram featuring Dick Grayson/Villain!Reader

OOOOOOOO the dynamic and the detail in this one is top-tier……….I love the gradually building tension and banter……give Nove’s fic a read!

Dick Grayson Getting Cucked by Wally West by @nagumolvr featuring Dick Grayson/Reader/Wally West (18+)

Pretty much everything that it says in the title but oh my god…….sometimes seeing is believing my friend. 100/10

Risk by @lushberrys featuring Bodyguard!Jason Todd/Reader

This is an ongoing multi-chapter fic that Lizzy is cooking up that makes me want nothing more than to have that big beefy man protecting me with those strong arms of his…….is it getting hot in here? That just me???????

Color Me You by @luviery featuring Jason Todd/Reader

The way that I would best describe this delightful, wonderful story is a warm hug that envelops you with the growing radiance of the sun. You gotta read this multi-chapter fic by Luvie I beg of you.

Pawns by @skeeets featuring Jason Todd/Reader

Kim really wrote a masterpiece with this absolute banger of a fic that hews to the angsty side and is brought to life with the beauty of her words—go read it NOW!

Simple Things by @filmcamerasanddice featuring Jason Todd/Gn!Reader

There’s something really special about the way that Reg writes Jason and his protective nature, so you’re doing yourself a disservice if you don’t go and read this fic right now!

One Night Only by @infinictus featuring Jason Todd/Reader

You ever sit on the edge of your seat just absolutely immersed in tension? Well, I owe Anx money now because DAMN this one had wondering will they…..WILL THEY…………oh man I love me some Todd…….

Distraction by @kqinoraswrites featuring Jason Todd/Reader

There is something so genuine and touching about this fic and it really just invokes this warmth every time that I read it. :)

This Seal’s Got Attitude by @fanfictionwarrior-chills featuring Tim Drake/Selkie!Reader

This fic truly defies description—it is a masterclass in building emotions, romance, and it’s everything any Tim Drake fan could ask for; PLEASE go read it.

My “Husband" by @inkievoid featuring Tim Drake/Reader

Miscommunication leads to some goofy, endearing shenanigans between you and your man Tim Drake. This fic gave me a big ol’ smile on my face after I read it and it will for you too….PROMISE

Letting Her Cut Your Bangs by @kooriandr featuring Stephanie Brown/Reader

Len does some amazing fics and this fic recommendation is a plea on my hands and knees begging her for more Stephanie Brown fic because every time she does it you can feel the absolute love, the tenderness the EMOTION that is evoked………Len please one william dollar

Fade to Black by @pixelbfs featuring James Gordon/Gn!Reader

The way I’ve been looking high and low for a James Gordon and Neil scratched that particular itch so well……if you don’t give me that dilf……..WHEW

Gal Gardner Picks You Up At A Party by @kaydekarios featuring Gal Gardner/Reader

Ugh…….WOMEN……….GAL GARDNER……….I will be off in the corner rereading this fic an approximate 49734302143789021 times

Hiding Behind Your Hands by @luvmailing featuring Guy Gardner/Reader

Val captures Guy’s character so well and I’m always in love with him whenever I read one of their fics. Justice for Guy Nation is always served well here hehe

Weight Gain by @gothamcitypublicworks featuring Guy Gardner/F!Reader

Sheev holds up Guy Nation in a noble cause and this fic is such a delightful, sweet treat of a fic that I always grin at reading whenever I come back to it :)

500 Miles by @kitkatscabinet featuring Hal Jordan/Reader

You like pain? You like getting your heart ripped out? GO READ THIS, I’m busy lying on the ground staring at the ceiling for the next few hours……catch you later……

Construction Work by @weeniesausage featuring Hal Jordan/ConstructionWorker!FtM!Reader

This fic has such rich detail, such lingering emotion, such evocative emotions that it invokes of two people falling in love……oooh I love this one so much :)

Trial and Error by @froggibus featuring Wally West/Reader

I love me some delicious delicious angst mixed in with a heaping serving of yearning and love that makes you hurt so bad you’re in pain…..and boy does Froggi deliver with that one here. Two words: OOF OUGH. Three more: READ IT NOW

Secret Recipe by @gglouise23 featuring Wally West/Reader

You ever eat something that just floods you with that sweet rush of affection from head to toe? This is the visal, readable version of that. Please go check it out!!!!!!!

Bleached Beard by @gr0und-zer00 featuring Oliver Queen/Wife!Reader (18+)

ZERO BRINGS THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY NEED: MORE OLIVER QUEEN!!!!!!!! absolutely delicious smut that I have had the privilege of reading wih my own two eyes and I will read again and again :)

The Muse of Venus by @bonesofapoet featuring John Constantine/Artist!Reader (18+)

How do you condense poetry into prose in such few words, featuring our snarky resident magic user? You read this incredible fic by Kas and you come back and let me know how much you adored it just like I did. :)

Genie in a Bottle by @wonderrheartt featuring Roy Harper/Reader/Wally West (18+)

GODDAMN this was some absolutely delicious food. I love gingers I love men I love this incredible fic!!!!!!!

dc villains

Tear You Apart by @colonelfish featuring Eobard Thawne/Reader (18+)

Now this one is a special, wicked, nasty dirty fic featuring that rotten scoundrel Eobard Thawne…..and I LOVED every word of it HEHEHEHE

Manila Envelope by @batwngs featuring Talia Al Ghul/Reader

Z is a real wordsmith and every time you read her stories you just can’t help but be immersed in the absolute delight it is to watch her way with words; this fic is no exception!

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I Dare You To Try by @batsycline69 featuring Steve Rogers/Reader

Mags really knocks this fic out of the park; there’s something so inherently soft and lovely about this fic and I just adored reading it, give it a looksee!

Fell in Love With A Stripper by @c-nstantine featuring Steve Rogers/Black!Stripper!Reader

Athena is doing the lord’s work with this fic of having Steve Rogers fall deeply, insatiably in love and I cannot emphasize how much I adore this fic!!!!

Touch Starved by @biglychee featuring Bucky Barnes/F!Reader

The biggest Lychee always delivers when it comes to a Bucky fic and you are doing yourself a favor by reading this delicious fic about a subby Bucky and dom!reader…….DAMN

Triple Beds, Triple Disorders by @devisedplan featuring Bucky Barnes/Reader

The same bed trope never ever ever ever gets old and I can’t help but love Devised’s excellent take on this one with a certain surly soldier……..HMMMMMMMM :)))))

Nightcrawler Headcanons by @sagebrush-and-sadness featuring Kurt Wagner/Reader (18+)

I cannot emphasize how Veta has such illustrative way with words and undivided devotion to our fuzzy Blue Elf Kurt—this is a masterpiece of a headcanon fic.

The Very Injured Caterpillar by @vigilantekisser featuing Matt Murdock/Kindergarten Teacher!Reader

As a teacher this story hit very close to home and also felt very realistic and grounded while also maintaining a healthy amount of humor and romance; Joey does an excellent juggling job of putting them all together and having me walk away well satisfied from this excellent fic!

Matt Finds You All Tied Up by @cerenawoe featuring Matt Murdock/Reader (18+)

This is so deliciously dark I can’t help but come back and reread it for the same rush of endorphins I had the first time I read it. >:)

Carried Away by @lilacst4rs featuring Johnny Storm/Reader (18+)

This is such an excellent take on a softer side of Johnny that isn’t just for show, and I truly enjoyed reading about him in this exemplary fic. Give it a read!

Safe and Starry-Eyed by @wordbunch featuring Ben Grimm/F!Reader

Ben Grimm is a man who deserves a soft love, a happy ending—and Ana provides it all AND MORE!!!!!!

X-Men Headcanons by @i-gotta-go-so-much-bigger featuring X-Men Angel, Rogue, Cyclops and Wolverine

This is so indulgent and lovely to hear Dreamer’s take on such beloved characters and did I have a big ol’ smile on my face reading this? YEP and you will too if you read it hehe :)

Sharing a Bed With Fem!X-Men Members by @stanbullseye featuring Rogue, Jean Grey, Emma Frost, Madely Pryor, Sue Storm

We don’t get enough for the gals and this one certainly filled the thirst I needed to slake for the wonderful Marvel women………give it a gander my friends

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Shhh! by @halfofmysoulsblog featuring Venom/Black!Reader (18+)

Oh this fic is so fucking hot it steams; all I have to say is that were it me……welll………….I would be certainly blessed indeed…….

Benjamin Poindexter Headcanons by @hypnospatron featuring Benjamin Poindexter/Reader (18+)

Dex is a nasty, shameless man and this fic by Hypnos is just such a beautiful demonstration of the wicked man that I would let tear me apart. 100000/10

When You’re Lost In the Dark by @futuremrscameron featuring Bob Reynolds/Reader

Seeping with broody atmosphere, with delicious detail that makes you feel as though you’re actually walking down darkened city streets, with such poignant emotion, Courtney really kills it with this and I need her to write more PLEASEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

Worst Time To Start Your Period by @haljordansnumberonefan featuring Bullseye/Reader (18+)

Aehtlama is a pro at writing for this devious man and this fic certainly demonstrates her incredible writing skill………give it a look my friends…….

resident evil

Househusband by @slowerghost featuring Leon Kennedy/Reader

Now this fic is an absolute ray of sunshine that shows how wonderful it would be living with Mr. Kennedy. Big fan of this fic and you should be too!

Cracking An Egg With Chris by @starberrymatcha featuring Chris Redfield/Reader

This is a cute adorable warm blanket of a fic featuring some objectification of Chris Redfield…….not that I’m complaining……..SHEESH

Nemesis by @gilverrwrites featuring Nemesis/Reader (18+)

Val wrote a fic that I’ve been silently dreaming of for forever……please enjoy this while I go beg her for more……

Secret Service by @theebladestar featuring Ashley Graham/F!Reader (18+)

Goddamn BladeStar always cooks with whatever fic that they cook up and this smut is so fucking perfect.......need me some Ashley Graham bad..........

supernatural

Sam Winchester With The Tongue by @pittsick featuring Sam Winchester/Reader (18+)

I love me a flustered Sam Winchester and this fic delivered everything I could have wanted. Absolutely delicious serving of a fic and I humbly request more.

His Lips by @cherryvvave featuring Dean Winchester/Reader

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve looked at Dean Winchester like this but Cherry really has re-opened my eyes…….and brother they ain’t closing after I read this one……….MAN

the pitt

Touchstarved by @stargirlfics featuring Michael Robinaitch/Reader

Amalia has me folding for another white man because this fic had every detail sizzling off the page. MAN

Too Sweet by @novatheory featuring Brendon Park/Reader

Nova wrote such a lovely and heartfelt fic with just a vulnerable tenderness lingering in between the lines; I absolutely loved this. :)

I Can’t Believe You by @ficdelusioncore featuring Jack Abbot/Reader

There is something so healing, so romantic, so cathartic, and so beautiful about this fic about someone who refuses to see love right before their very eyes.

invincible

Like A P%rn Star by @sobbingscripter featuring Omni-Man/Reader (18+)

I come back to this fic every so often just to imagine……..just to indulge in this fantasty……….Nolan just one chance PLEASE

When Did You Get Hot? by @queen-of-gotham featuring Mark Grayson/Reader (18+)

Am I really going to watch this show in record time just for all of these attractive men? YES and now everyone can say thank you Gotham and go read this fic immediately!!!!!!!

Remnants of Privacy by @splodencible featuring Rex Splode/Stripper!Reader (18+)

Good lord……..good lord Maddie………….all the blood in my body………another nail straight into the coffin for me to devote a few days to watching this show……….MAN

outlast trials

Pusher by @doqt33th featuring Pusher/Reader (18+)

This is the very fic that made me fold for Pusher single-handedly and I need you all to join me in love forthis freak. good LORD

Operant Conditioning #2 by @acapelladitty featuring Dr. Easterman/Reader (18+)

Ditty had an integral hand in helping me fall head-over-heels for this manipulative bastard with a receding hairline……soooooo fucking good my friends…….SO GOOD

transformers

Singularity by @doqt33th featuring Mirage/Reader (18+)

Holllllly fuck this fic is an absolute banger. No words can possibly edscribe this you just gotta read it yourself my friend

You Knew I Loved You, Right? by @t-a-a-1 featuring Optimus Prime/Reader

Now this one absolutely hangs heavy with angst and unrequited love……oh man is this one a masterpiece…..

Everything Is Alright—Scenario: Pretty by @revelboo featuring Shockwave/Reader

A very cute blurb of married life……or uh something humorously close to it. Love this one!!!!

star wars

Lovesick by @petalonthepavement featuring Din Djarin/Reader

God this fic had me with my hand clapped over my mouth with a smile on my face, waiting to see what would happen next………..please please read it for some delightfully poignant fluff!!!!

When the Rain Falls by @starburstbarnes featuring Luke Skywalker/Gn!Reader

I think when you’re lucky enough to find excellent, detailed and such romantic fluff like this fic displays, you never let it go. Please check this out!!!!!

team fortress 2

7 Minutes In Heaven featuring the TF2 Squad by @finniestoncrane featuring the TF2!Squad/Reader (18+)

Finnie paints such a delicious steamy picture and man do I need me some THEM ALL AT ONCE DIABOLICALLY DELICIOUSLY AND DEDICATEDLY

Dating Headcanons with Engineer and Pyro by @eatfeet69 featuring Engineer/Reader, Pyro/Reader

Nate always serves some of the best TF2 content on this app and this lovely fic is no exception—especially when it features two of my favorite mercs HEHEHE :]

YKMET & the price of flesh

What a Ride by @rotrabbitrot featuring Strade/Reader

This fic Neo wrote had me on the edge of my seat in the best way possible and wanting more…….you gotta see this deliciously evil fic as soon as you possibly can I BEG of you!!!!

Step on Me by @danishpastri featuring Derek Goffard/Male!Reader (18+)

Holy……..words defy how delicious this multi-chapter fic is. You gotta read it and………let me know what y’all think because it’s a TREASURE hehehehehe

"I'm sorry to inform, we only have one room left available," The front desk employee regretfully stated with an apologetic expression.

"Does the room at least have two beds?" You swiftly asked, praying you won't end up having to share a bed.

The lack of speech from the receptionist was all the answer you needed. You thanked the receptionist in mild disappointment after retrieving your cards, stooping as you headed to the elevator.

"I can take the floor," Bucky finally spoke once you both step foot into the elevator.

"Really?" You snickered, pressing the floor button where your shared room resides.

Bucky's first reacted with a stone-face. Eventually, he faltered — unable to keep up his act and let out a soft chuckle.

"Yes. Is it that hard to believe?" He replied in a ribbing tone, displaying his signature smug smile.

The elevator halt with a faint ding. In reply, you pushed him playfully forward out of the lift.

"What was that for?" He chided facetiously, a feign scowl appear on his face.

You gave a cheeky grin before walking past him as if nothing happened. He let out a snort, following after you with a slight smile on his lips.

"I can hear you getting weird ideas, Barnes," You squinted your eyes suspiciously to him while unlocking the door of the room.

"I'm not," He replied with an amused sigh.

The door to your room finally unlocked. It took less than a couple of seconds for you to suddenly still, staring into the room while your hand was still on the door knob.

"You good?" Bucky asked, frowning at seeing you standing like a mannequin.

Suddenly, your lips pulled inwards, upper body shaking slightly as you attempted to not burst into a fit of giggles. Bucky couldn't help but move to look into the interior of the room.

Oh.

Joining you, he shut his eyes — crinkled lines formed at the edge. A deep baritone belly laugh erupted from him when his gaze landed in the room.

"I thought... they said..." You covered your mouth, trying to control your laughter.

"At least we have more than enough beds," Bucky replied, chuckling along.

The two of you walked in, placing your respective bags on your chosen bed. You two were still amused at the revelation — tickled at the sight of the three twin size beds.

"I'm sorry. I have to take a picture and text Sam," You giggled, taking out your phone to snap a photo. After sending the text, you put away your phone, jumping on your back to the bed.

"Do you snore?" You tilted your head to face Bucky.

"Not that I'm aware of," He replied, sitting by the foot of the bed while unpacking some of his items.

"I might," You warned him with a cheeky smile.

"Got any ear muffs?" He poked fun at you with a vexing grin.

You hurled a pillow in his directions — to which he managed to dodge with ease.

"Damn quick reflexes," You playfully rolled your eyes, earning a small laugh from him.

Once you had settled down — excusing yourself to shower and change into a fresh set of clothes — you announced you were going to turn in for the night.

"Sweet dreams," You said, sighing a little as you got comfortable under the bedsheets.

Bucky nodded in acknowledgement, preparing to head to bed as well. In his case though, that meant 'attempt' to fall asleep. It didn't take long for you to succumb to a deep slumber. He chuckled to himself when he heard the faint snores emitting from your side.

Taking the pillows, he fluffed them before placing it on the floor beside the bed he was supposed to lay on. As the temperature of the room was set neither too warm nor cold, he didn't use the covers as blanket. His body always ran hot anyway.

It felt like hours for Bucky as he stared at the ceiling above — unable to sleep.

He was about to close his eyes when he was made aware of how quiet the room went. He sat up, turning his head, only to rub his eyes when he realised something felt amiss.

Didn't they sleep at the bed furthest from me? Bucky thought to himself, an incredulous expression visible on his face.

He shook his head, chalking it to fatigue. The both of you had been travelling for hours after all. It was barely a few minutes he laid back down when he heard what sounded like shuffling. Confused, he slowly sat up again only for his eyes to be as wide as saucers. There you were, on top of the bed he supposedly slept on. He blinked for a good second before rubbing his eyes once more.

"I'm not dreaming am I?" He murmured to himself. He slapped a hand over his face before laying back down on the makeshift bed he had made on the floor, choosing to ignore you.

At first, it was fine. You weren't bothering him so he let the strange encounter slide. He nearly jumped up, startled when he thought he heard you speak his name.

"Buck.... Hungr–...." You murmured softly from above.

Bucky immediately stood up as quietly as he could before leaning over to look at you.

Are they sleep talking?

A few incoherent words escaped your lips, eyes still closed. Out of nowhere, your stomach growled. Bucky had to hold his laughter in order to not wake you.

How cute. He thought to himself before immediately shaking the intrusive thoughts away.

Deciding to let you be, he made himself comfortable on the floor once more — strangely finding your quirks balming to make him doze off. For once in a long time, Bucky was able to rest with a small smile etched on his face.

The second your eyes flutter open the next morning, you were greeted with a shirtless Bucky talking to someone on the room's phone. It took you a few more seconds before realising where you woke up. You looked down in a flash, sighing in relief when you saw that you were fully clothed.

"Did you carry me here as a prank?" You accused him almost instantly, perplexed at how you no longer was on the initial bed you slept in.

"I believe there's something you should be informed of..." He said almost grimly, his eyes casted down to the floor, shoulders hunching.

You gulped, fearing the worst, hand ready to smack the living day out of him if he attempted anything 'funny'.

"You don't only snore. You talk in your sleep and walk too."

At the disclosure, your jaw dropped.

"Wha-What?!" You replied in disbelief.

Bucky only nodded to confirm his earlier statement with an infuriating smile.

"I also ordered us some room service. I am sure my ears picked up on a certain someone who went to bed with an empty stomach," He added with an impish grin.

As if on cue, your stomach growled.

"Wow..." You scoffed playfully, feigning annoyance.

"You're lucky I'm in a kinda good mood," You pointed your index finger at him, flipping him off jokingly with an eye roll.

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