Creativity isn't born out of trees like money.

It is a gift most are born with, but loose with age. Making stories, drawing pictures, it begins to feel silly. Appears childish. Some individuals however adapt and grow with it instead of away.

Y/N though had grown towards it, drawn more and more into the world of arts, specially the one of writing books, telling stories, making up entertainment for those who'd read it.

Writing is the oldest form of joy humanity had, cavemen used to draw stories on the walls, the Greeks would orally pass down myths, and since the beginning of writing in the Mesopotamia people have used it for all sorts of tales: Heroes, villains, damsels and knights, from the high ground of Valyria to Camp Half Blood in Long Island.

So she considered herself lucky and honored to be a writer, to put into words feelings few could verbalize, imagining who'd be her new Hamlet.

However, as of late, her book really wasn't making bunches of progress. She was stuck in the sexy scene, the one the two main characters share a super intimate moment...but she didn't know how.

She stared at the words in the world app: As she approached her lips...

And then nothing, she hadn't found a way to continue the scene. She had searched as much as she could, but to write you had to live, and she had never been in that specific position. But hey, there's always a way.

"Mi vida!" Franco called out, putting his sports bag over at the ground, kicked off his shoes. "Where are you? Ah, there--"

"I need you to do something." She broke in, she had this devious look to her face.

No "glad you're back!", no "welcome back!" Straight up questioning. Seemed quite urgent.

"Lovely to see you as well." He joked, approaching and kising her cheek as a welcome "What do I owe the pleasure of doing today for my corazon?"

She flushed a second, embarrassment battling the need for content. "I'm writing my book, right?" He nodded, he knew all about her stories "And right now I'm on the part where they have intimate relations, more specifically... well, standing up sort of on the counter with her back against his chest."

He whistled "Sexy, and how can I help on that?"

"Well..." She trailed off, approaching her crazy handsome boyfriend and scratching a finger over his chest "I need you to help me imagine it, the scene has to be perfect and for that I have to live it."

Franco's smooth cheeks reddened at that, he wasn't a green boy-- he caught up pretty quickly at what she meant. "You want me... to do that to you? To fuck you?"

"I need to understand it!" She argued, stepping back more or less in the direction of their kitchen counter.

He didn't have to be told twice, did any man really? He rushed over and crashed into her with a lovesick expression. "Clothes on or off?"

"Does it matter?" She giggled, holding her balance by grabbing his biceps.

"Course it does! It's for your book." Oh gods he was going to use that stupid excuse for everything.

She couldn't help but try to not smile like a fool, they were so damn close by now. "Sort of clothes on, the dude has his pants down, and the girl...she has her shirt off but bra on." As she described the the scene she pictured, she took off her shirt, revealing her bare chest except for the white bra she kept on.

"Pants down, heh?" Franco confirmed, he let go of his belt which clattered to the floor, followed by his jeans and in a swift motion followed by his boxers.

She stood in front of that god good looking man, he looked so soft and yet so hungry. Cock hardening at the opportunity to try something new for the sake of good writing.

Before she could stare more though, he ironized it "Isn't the scene with the girl on her back? Cmon." His big hands spun her around and clasped her own panties down until they were just barely held by her knees. Y/N yelped, he wasn't even being aggressive just eager. "What now? Let's try to keep it as accurate as possible."

She had to stop a moment to just process it. "Then he kind of-- teases her a bunch, keeps pretending to go in and doesn't and she goes crazy."

Trough his shadow on the wall she could notice he nodded, holding her in place and gluing himself to her, his head on her shoulder as he whispered. "What a nice story you're writing." It made her shiver.

Trough her skin she could feel as he played with her, toyed with his cock near her entrance. Just like she had said--edging her, pretending the tip was going further in and then pulling at the last second. It made her whine a couple of times, her body would prepare and then ache. At first it was slow, horribly so.

"N-Not so long, Franco, h-he doesn't take so long." She stuttered, tired of having to wait.

He smirked, she couldn't see it but she knew the devil she harbored inside her home. "Can't I have my own creative remarks?"

She bit her lip, and just as she was about to keep begging him to go faster she felt his whole dick just slide inside her all at once. She gasped at the unexpected feeling. It was warm, slimey but so strangely good all at once. Sex is something you can only really understand when you do it, might seem disgusting from the outside but it does feel amazing. That's just how biology work.

"Fuck, Franco.." She exhaled, he fell into a nice steady rythm at first.

Her brain began to work in how it felt, this certain position. She missed looking at his face, into his puppy brown eyes, how he couldn't keep them open when he was in ecstasy. Staring at the wall was boring, but also strangely curious. She never knew his next move, couldn't see if his hand rose in the air to slap her ass or when he'd pull out. It added a sort of mystery she rather liked.

For the first minutes it was just pillow talk, Franco'd tease her so much. "And what does he say to the girl, hm?" He was already getting kinda sweaty-- or maybe he already had been from the prior workout, hard to tell.

"They're coworkers-- and like" She hissed "He grabs her outside the office to sort of...mark territory?"

"Hm...I'll be buying that book." He hummed low.

When he picked up the pace it's like her whole stomach, legs and arms could feel it. It's almost like a sweet pain, you feel it coming and get desperate for it. What's it? Why, let's not bore ourselves with pretty terms, an orgasm it is! It's worst than drugs, makes you say and do things you never thought you would. Her hands held tight to the marble counter and moaned louder and louder, she also briefly thought about how unpractical it was to do it in the kitchen standing up, things would be a mess and she kept thinking she'd fall.

There wasn't much dialogue as they both worked on satisfying themselves, apart from Franco's quick spanish commentaries like "Puta madre, esto se ve re bien!” or "Ese culo desde este ángulo… wow.”. She herself couldn't say much of a thing besides his name over and over again.

It comes when you least expect it, the peak. Her brain blanked out and they both stopped their motion when they came, sort of on timing as well. She gasped-- her muscles contracting and that crazy hot and insane feeling washing over her. It made her moan quite louder, she did hope no one heard that. As for Franco, oh she did wish she could have seen his face, he whimpered, a masculine sound but still a whimper. His hands held her in place for quite the long time before both of them let go, he stumbled out and neither spoke for about a whole minute, just gasped and recovered.

Until Franco smirked. "You are a freaking godess, do you know that?" He leaped out and caught her in his arms, holding her close and kissing her cheek.

She lolled closer to him giggling. "You'll make me go crazy one day. You will!" When he let her go, she found a way to wash herself quickly, pull a new pair of pants and get back on her computer right away.

Franco leaned over the doorframe, arms crossed and looking jokingly stern. "Is my dear Beatrice satisfied?" Oh wow, referecing Shakespear.

Without taking her eyes off the screen, she nodded "Very much, lovely Benedict."

And so, she found her words: As she approached her lips, crazy moments were to follow, Dereck he let go of his belt which clattered to the floor, followed by his jeans and in a swift motion followed by his boxers...

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#note; GIRLLLLL my first time writting NSFW you KNOW I WAS STRESSINGGG, what do you thinkkk

And not in a sweet little way.

Not a tear or two.

You were sobbing.

Shaking. Moaning. Clutching his shoulders like he’d ruined you.

Franco panicked.

Pulled out too fast.

Eyes wide, voice trembling.

“Did I hurt you? Did I—shit, baby, I didn’t mean to—”

But you were already shaking your head, lips trembling.

“No. No, you didn’t—fuck, Franco, it’s just—”

“It’s too good. It’s so good. It’s so fucking good.”

“I love it. I love it so much.”

“Your dick—god, your dick is so fucking perfect.”

Franco’s whole body froze.

You blinked up at him with wet lashes and whispered like it was sacred:

“It’s so pretty. I love it so much it hurts.”

And something shifted.

Franco leaned back on his knees.

Stared down at you—bare, trembling, pussy clenching around nothing—like he’d just discovered something dangerous.

He tilted his head, lips curling slightly.

“You love it that much?”

His voice was lower now. Different.

You nodded. Whined.

Reached for him with both hands.

“Please let me have it. Please—I need it. I’ll cry again if you don’t let me—”

He laughed. Soft. Dangerous.

Then nodded toward his lap.

“Then come get it, bebé.”

“Show me how much you love it.”

And you did.

You scrambled up, pushed him gently against the pillows, and curled your hands around him like he was made of gold.

Mouthed at the tip. Moaned at the taste.

Sighed like it was heaven.

You kissed it like it was holy.

Stared at it like it was art.

“It’s so pretty.”

“It’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“How is it even real?”

Franco moaned.

He cupped the back of your head, breath shaky.

“You’re crying again.”

You nodded around his length, lips stretched, tears falling as you pushed deeper.

“You love it this much?”

He laughed, stunned. Turned on.

“You’re crying over my cock, mi amor?”

“You look so pretty like this. So fucked out already.”

“And I haven’t even touched you.”

He rocked into your throat slow, watching the way your hands trembled against his thighs.

“That mouth. That desperate little mouth.”

“What would you do without it, huh?”

“Would you lose your mind?”

You already had.

When he pulled you off, saliva connecting your lips to his cock, you were crying full-on—mascara smudged, cheeks pink, lips swollen.

He stood.

Grabbed your hips.

Dragged you to the mirror.

“I want you to see what you look like.”

“When you’re this obsessed. This gone.”

He bent you forward, pressed your chest to the dresser, and pushed inside you slow.

You screamed.

You actually screamed.

And he moaned—gripping your hips tighter, watching your mouth fall open in the mirror.

“Say it.”

“Say you love my cock.”

You choked on your breath.

“I love it. I love it. Franco, I love it so much—please don’t stop—”

He fucked into you hard.

Again. Again. Again.

Your voice breaking every time.

“Louder.”

“Say it again.”

“Show me how fucking obsessed you are.”

“You want it forever?”

You nodded so hard your hair flew.

“Yes. Forever. I want it forever.”

“I want to live on it.”

“Please, Franco, please—fuck me like you’re trying to ruin me—”

He did.

He held your throat and fucked you through another orgasm, kissed your shoulder while your body convulsed, whispered into your ear:

“You’re mine, bebé.”

“This body. This pussy. This obsession.”

“All fucking mine.”

“And I’ll keep giving it to you until you can’t even think anymore.”

And when you came again—screaming, sobbing, trembling so hard he had to hold you up—he praised you through it.

“That’s it. That’s my girl.”

“So desperate. So good for me.”

“So beautiful when you break.”

And after?

He cleaned you up.

Held you in his lap.

Kissed your temple while you trembled in his arms.

“You okay, mi amor?”

You nodded, voice shaky.

“I just… I love it. I love you.”

“I love everything about you.”

And Franco—gentle, smug, feral all at once—kissed your cheek and whispered,

“You’re gonna cry for it again tomorrow, aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he said.

The golden sun crept between the gaps in the curtain as you buried your head into Bucky’s chest. He groaned as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Are you awake doll?” he asked, his voice somehow more sexy in the morning than it usually is.

“Yeah,” you replied while yawning.

You lifted yourself until your legs were on either side of his waist and you could feel his bulge under your hot cunt. Now your face was level with Bucky’s so you leaned in to kiss him but was interrupted by a loud meow.

Alpine had walked into the room and was making his way towards you. He jumped onto the bed and sat on Bucky’s chest, facing you.

You picked him up and cuddled him to, your chest while he purred.

“Not fair” Bucky was, pretending to be angry.

“Don’t be jealous baby. It’s not my fault Alpine loves me more” you said in a teasing tone.

Bucky was actually Alpine’s favourite person (could you blame him) but in the mornings he always snuggled with you first. He started to lick your neck which made you laugh since it tickled. You moved to sit next to Bucky while still holding Alpine.

Once Alpine had decided he had given you enough attention, the feline jumped out of your arms and curled up on Bucky’s chest.

Ever since you got Alpine, he followed you and mostly Bucky everywhere. He was a very clingy cat but that wasn’t an issue for either of you.

You walked into the bathroom to brush your teeth while Bucky fussed Alpine. Then you went into the kitchen to start making Bucky’s coffee and your favourite drink to start the morning with. Then, you put more water in Alpines water bowl and put his cat food into his food bowl.

As soon as he heard the wrapper of the food, Alpine came running into the kitchen meowing loudly. You put the food bowl on the floor and Alpine started to eat like he had been starved which was far from the truth.

Bucky followed not long after. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your head. You turned around to reciprocate the kiss and pass him his coffee.

“that cat is such a cock-blocker” Bucky said before taking a sip of his coffee. You looked down and could still see the prominent bulge in his sweatpants.

“but you love him. And besides we can have sex later.” You responded, grabbing your drink and walking into the living room. You sat down on the couch and started to sip your drink.

“but I’m horny nowww” Bucky whined like a child.

“for Gods sake Bucky. You’re very horny for an old man.” You said while smirking.

“So I’m an old man now” Bucky was walking towards you with a mischievous grin on his face. “I don’t think I was an old man last night when you were screaming my name.”

“well that was last night.” You replied.

Then, Bucky out his cup on the coffee table and started to tickle you.

“Am I still an old man now” Bucky asked, smiling.

“no. No you’re not.” You laughed.

“Good.” Bucky replied then kissed you on your head.

Once, Alpine had finished eating, he jumped into Bucky’s lap.

“You don’t think I’m old do you my handsome boy.” Bucky cooed at Alpine who meowed in response. “I know right your mom is such a meanie.”

“Hey! I’m sat right next to you.” You tried to sound offended but couldn’t.

Alpine snuggled between you and Bucky whilst you watched tv until your stomach grumbled which made Bucky let out a deep chuckle. Alpine had now jumped off the couch and had gone to sit on the windowsill.

“Do you want to order from that café that we went to last week doll?” Bucky asked, tapping on his phone to get the right app up.

“Definitely babe,” You responded.

You and Bucky ordered your food and then continued to relax on the couch until the food arrived which made Alpine meow loudly when Bucky had to lift him off his lap. Once Bucky had returned with the food, a couple plates and some cutlery you both dished up your food and dug in (whilst also feeding alpine small pieces of food of course.)

After you had finished your food, Bucky helped you to put the rubbish in the bin and wash the dishes before returning to the couch with blankets and pillows from your bedroom. Then, you and Bucky made the sofa as comfy as humanly possible before getting under the blankets and snuggling together. Alpine jumped under the blankets and made his way to Bucky’s chest where he curled up.

Then, you heard Bucky whisper “cockblocker” under his breath while petting Alpines head. This made you smile and cuddle closer to Bucky if that was possible and the three of you stayed like that for hours just watching film after film in a comfortable silence which radiated warmth and love.

Taglist: @buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin

Fame came with it's downsides.

The hatred, the opinions, he tended to not let it get to him. Like a wise man once said, a lion doesn't concern himself with the opinion of the sheep. He'd simply scroll knowing anyone saying anything about him hadn't done half the work he had in his life to be where he is.

But those stories of stalkers, people who will do anything for a look, a view, a photo, a touch, a smell... he thought those were fairy tells only scary to the ones whose fame was absolutely out of control. As in Michael Jackson, Britney Spears, not little him who drove an Alpine and his dad was a moto gp champion, albeit he wasn't a nobody, it's not like he couldn't go to the cinema every once in a while.

So he lived life in peace, appreciated the fanbase he had. Enjoyed the friends he made.

That night he, Pierre and his girlfriend Kika had plans to go to a restaurant, something nice and not too fancy, just to chat it out, become better teammates and most likely shit talk Flavio Briatore to hell. His own girlfriend however, Y/N, couldn't come because she had come down with some sort of flu, medicine would solve it but on the risk of infecting someone she decided to stay home.

"Have fun though, baby." She spoke with a hoarse voice.

"Poor you," His aussie accent strong and quite frankly teasing. He approached for a kiss yet she pulled away.

"Nu-uh! You don't want to be catching whatever I have, then how will you drive!"

He frowned as if confused, but clearly teasing her "With my feet and hands?"

She only giggled, slapping his thick biceps jokingly.

Her time at home was spent watching some TV shows, texting friends, taking more medicine and coughing a lot. Jack sent her the occasional "You good?" text to make sure she wasn't going into some crazy sepsis shock, which mad her chuckle a little everytime with his worry. She took a warm shower to perhaps unclog her filled lungs, and as she got out and wrapped her naked body in a towel to just go back to her bedroom and fall face first into the pillow she heard it.

The garage opening.

It didn't sound like the usual slow automatic opening of Jack's car coming in, and it's rather early for him to be home.

She tiptoed to the side window that could give her just the enough view she needed to see the back of his car, she didn't see it. Maybe he was already in? But the noises were still there... and now, a new one began. Voices. Not only one, multiple. Maybe it was Jack and Pierre? Could be a drunk neighbor. Hey-- it could be a lot of things, but just to be sure, she sent a text.

"Jack, you home yet? Are you trying to open the garage?"

Jack had felt his blood gone cold. He was far from home, still in the restaurant finishing his food, he probably wouldn't be home for half an hour.

"No, why? Is someone there?"

He sent back, suddenly stopping his meal to hold his phone tightly.

"Mate, you alright?" Pierre spoke with that very much stupid french accent.

He couldn't help but feel a bit of a cold sensation in his stomach. "I don't know, Y/Ns asking me if I'm opening the garage?"

Pierre frowned, now a bit more attentive to the conversation. "That's...strange."

Now, not to be paranoid, but Jack did have some cameras installed in his house. In case of robbery, just that. Maybe when they were on vacations. He never imagined he'd have to check on that whilst someone was in the house, but the thought of his girlfriend in danger was simply too much to play about. Most of them were just outside, one in the living room for good measure.

She had said the garage, he had a camera inside of it not outside. But even so, with the dimmed light, he saw it...the bottom moving up and down like someone trying to break in.

His whole body felt like wood, he felt like he couldn't move for a second. Couldn't speak. The adrenaline hit like a shot of crack trough his bloodstream when he sent a panicked message to his girl.

"Lock yourself in the bathroom, don't make noise, turn off the lights. I'm coming."

Which...obviously he forgot to add "And stay calm" because he could imagine she was about to die in a coughing fit from how much fear she was feeling. His head shot up with widen eyes at Pierre.

"Mate call the police for me, someone's trying to break in. I'm driving home."

His friend seemed equally bloody scared as he was, "What? Whats going on?"

"Someone's trying to break in!" He repeated, already standing up abruptly, throwing some 100 euro notes on the table to pay for the dinner without even checking and fast walking outside to the parking lot.

Pierre did as he was told, he wouldn't question it of course, now was not the time for "Are you sure?"

He passed Jack'd adress, the situation. "Yes there's someone in the house... h-his girlfriend, it's a tall girl, he said he sent her to the bathroom."

He didn't listen much, everything was spinning, the road seemed blurry, every red light was a joke. Why would he care about silly road laws when some unknown idiots where trying to break in his house?!

Even if the ride was only 10 minutes, it felt like 10 hours.

"They said they'll send someone over, they'll only take 5 minutes." Pierre warned him, which made him feel at least rather calm, they'd be there before he was apparently.

Said and done, by the time he pulled over in front of his house, about 10 cops were going about his property. Two young men sat by his garage door being questioned. He jumped out and before being able to rush in, a lady stopped him, apparently the captain.

"Mr Doohan?" She asked to confirm, he nodded-- cleaning the sweat from his brow, suddenly realizing how wet he was from the stress. "We cam as soon as we can, the two boys were trying to break in trough your garage, I understand you're a famous athlete?"

"Not that famous!" He argued, as if this was somehow his fault. "I-I'm a Formula 1 driver, never won anything." He blurted out, even if it pained him to say it.

She smiled sadly a bit, "Well, famous is famous, but nothing was stolen, no one was harmed, your girlfriend is inside."

"Can I go in?"

"Of course."

It was all he needed, his feet moved earlier than his mind as he shot down the door and into his very familiar home. He let his coat fall to the ground near his shoes and found his girlfriend sat in the living room wrapped in a blanket being questioned by another cop (now of course in comfy pajamas rather than wrapped in a towel.)

"Baby!" He exhaled, finally feeling the threat die down. He wrapped his hands around her shoulder. "Oh fuck, you scared me. Thank god I have the cameras."

"Sorry.." She mumbled shyly. "I thought it m-might have been just you and Pierre opening it or something, didn't want to go outside."

"No don't apologize, you did the right thing. You text me, never check out danger. See?" He kissed her temple softly "I took care of it." After a short moment of silence where he just sat besides her and brought her closer to rest his cheek on her head, he asked "Are you better?"

"Yeah, I am... much calmer, that's for sure." She leaned back with him, their bodies' heat growing at the contact. "Guess that's just the price of having a handsome hyper talented famous boyfriend."

He scoffed "I'm not that famous."

"But you are handsome."

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Today was the day. You and Bucky had decided to get a cat. It didn’t take long for you two to make the decision but it was still a pretty big one since any pet is a big commitment.

“you ready doll?” Bucky asked with a grin on his face.

“let me get my phone and I’ll be ready babe.” You replied with the same excitement as Bucky.

You both had wanted a cat since the start of your relationship but had decided to wait until you moved in together to get one. Today marked 1 year of living with Bucky which seemed perfect. You both walked hand-in-hand to the nearest animal shelter. Once you got there, you went to the desk where a kind-looking woman with short red hair was typing on her computer. She was wearing jeans and a graphic t-shirt.

“Hi, me and my girlfriend are looking to adopt a cat so I was wondering if you could tell us where the cats are here.” Bucky said with a toothy grin.

The woman looked up from her computer and gave you both a smile “sounds good” the woman replied whilst looking back at her computer. “if you give me one moment I’ll get one of my colleagues to take you there.”

“thanks.” Bucky responded, squeezing your hand in excitement.

You saw a tall woman with long blonde hair and what looked like an abundance of tattoos come around the corner with a smile on her face. “hi, I’m Rebecca and I’m going to be showing you all the cats and kittens we have in the hopes that you will be able to give one a home.”

“great!” you replied excitedly.

“good, Follow me please.”

Rebecca lead you and Bucky through a few corridors before you reached a door with a cartoon drawing of a cat on it. You could also hear the meows of a few cats.

“here you are. You can look at any cats and if you want to get in with any of the cats just shout me over and I can open the door.”

“ok, thanks.” You said.

You and Bucky had been looking for about 15 minutes when you both heard a really loud meow from behind you. You both turned around and saw a pure white cat clawing at the door. You both went over to it and crouched down. The cat was still meowing and trying to get to you.

“you stay here doll and I’ll get the lady to let us in.” Bucky said before kissing your head and going over to Rebecca to ask her to open the door.

Rebecca came over with a key in her hand and unlocked the door. “here you go guys. I’ll wait outside here but if you need any help or information I’m happy to give it to you.”

“Ok. thank you so much” you responded.

Rebecca smiled in response. You and Bucky sat down on the floor and started to call the cat over. It first came over to you so you outstretched your hand so it could sniff it and decide whether it wanted to let you pet it. Once it had sniffed your hand the cat licked it and nudged your hand so you could stroke it.

“wow I’m surprised he let you do that.” Rebecca genuinely sounded surprised. “he usually doesn’t like people and other cats. That’s why he has his own space.”

The cat then went over to Bucky who had took one glove off and outstretched his flesh hand. However, the cat went to Bucky’s metal hand which was still concealed in the black leather glove.

Bucky hesitated so you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “it’s ok babe. You’re not gonna hurt him. You’re not him anymore”

“o-ok” Bucky replied and took off the glove what was covering his metal hand.

The cat sniffed then licked Bucky’s hand before nudging it and purring loudly when Bucky started to stroke it. All of the previous doubt on Bucky’s face had dissipated and turned into awe at the white fur ball that was now playing with his metal hand.

Then, Bucky looked at you and smiled. You leaned over to press a chassed kiss on his lips.

“I think this is the one” Bucky said looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“I think it is”

Rebecca had a big grin on her face while watching yours and Bucky’s interaction with each other. “great! If you want I can get the paperwork ready and find out the price.”

“ok. Umm just one thing though. What is his name?” Bucky questioned.

“his name is Alpine but feel free to change his name of you want to. He was named by the staff here since he was brought in by a person on the street who saw him roaming around with a large wound on his back.”

You looked at Bucky and he nodded. “I think we’re gonna keep the name Alpine it suits him. And it’s very unique”

“very well then. I’ll get the paperwork while you two continue to play with Alpine.” Rebecca walked away to get the paperwork for you and Bucky to sign.

Bucky looked at you with adoration in his eyes and leaned in to kiss you again. “thank you doll. I love you so much.”

However, the moment was interrupted by Alpine who had decided he wasn’t getting enough attention so he crawled up Bucky’s metal arm and head-butted his cheek.

You looked at Bucky and you both started to laugh. “I love you too Bucky”