#carnival date

The carnival is louder than anything else you’ve been to in a while

music from different rides clashing together, people shouting, laughing, lights flashing in every direction like everything is trying to pull your attention at once

you love it

Paige pretends she does

she’s walking next to you, shoulder brushing yours every few steps, hand occasionally bumping into yours like she’s testing something

like she’s deciding whether to hold it or not

she hasn’t yet

you notice anyway

“…you wanna go on that,” you say, pointing up at the ferris wheel

she follows your gaze

all the way up

then back down

“…that’s high”

“…you’ll be fine”

“…you say that like you don’t know me”

you smile slightly

“…you’ll still go”

she exhales quietly

“…yeah”

you don’t notice when she slips away for a second while you’re buying tickets

you don’t notice the way she leans over the counter, talking quietly to the worker

you don’t notice the extra cash

you only notice when you’re both sitting in the cart, the metal bar locked in place, the ground slowly getting further away

Paige’s knee presses into yours

not lightly

firm

like she needs the contact

you glance at her

“…you good”

“…yeah”

she’s gripping the side slightly tighter than necessary

you don’t say anything about it

just shift a little closer

the ride keeps moving

higher

higher

until the sounds below start to blur together

until everything feels smaller

Paige’s hand finds yours without warning

fingers wrapping around yours tightly

you look at her

she’s not looking at you

she’s looking out

breathing a little slower now

“…don’t let go,” she mutters

you squeeze her hand gently

“…I won’t”

the cart reaches the top

and then

it stops

you blink

“…wait”

Paige looks up slightly

then over at you

something in her expression shifts

nervous

but something else too

“…what’s happening”

she exhales slowly

“…I asked them to stop it”

you stare at her

“…you what”

“…just for a minute”

“…Paige”

your heart starts beating a little faster

not because of the height

because of her

the way she’s looking at you now

fully

no distractions

no noise

just you

“…why”

she hesitates

then shakes her head slightly like she’s overthinking it

then just

“…because I wanted you to stay here with me”

your chest tightens

the world feels quieter up here

like everything else dropped away

you don’t say anything right away

you just look at her

and she looks back

waiting

nervous in a way she doesn’t let anyone see

“…you’re really doing this right now,” you whisper

she lets out a small breath

“…yeah”

there’s a second

then you lean in

slow

giving her time to move away if she wants to

she doesn’t

of course she doesn’t

your lips meet hers softly at first

gentle

careful

then linger just a little longer

her hand tightens around yours, pulling you closer even though there’s barely any space left

the world below doesn’t matter

the noise doesn’t matter

nothing does

just this

just her

just the way she stays close even when the ride starts moving again

You froze. Tugged the fabric tight. “Don’t,” you whispered before he could speak. “I look—” You bit it off, the words bitter on your tongue.

“You look like the woman who just gave me the best gift of my life,” he said softly, voice so sincere it knocked the breath out of you.

You shook your head, staring at the floor. “I look ruined, Buck. This scar… my stomach… I can’t even—”

He shifted the baby into her bassinet, stood, and crossed to you in three long steps. His metal hand was cool as it cupped your jaw, tilting your face up until you had no choice but to meet those blue eyes.

“You’re not ruined,” he said, low and steady. “You’re here. You’re strong. You made her.”

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back. “It’s ugly.”

Bucky’s thumb brushed over your cheek. “Then I love ugly things now. Guess that makes me a lucky guy.”

You huffed a watery laugh despite yourself, and he took that as permission to pull you closer. The robe loosened again, and this time he didn’t look away. His gaze dropped to your scar—gentle, reverent.

“Can I?” he asked.

You hesitated. Then, slowly, you nodded.

He knelt in front of you like you were something holy, pushing the robe aside and lowering your waistband just enough. His metal fingers were careful, almost hesitant, tracing the line of the incision without touching the tender skin.

“She’s here because of this,” he murmured, his lips ghosting over the edge of it. “You went through hell to bring her here. How could I ever think this is anything but beautiful?”

Your breath caught, the shame and self-consciousness tangling with something warmer.

When he finally looked up, his eyes were dark in that way you knew meant trouble. “I’ve missed you,” he admitted. “Not just touching you—seeing you. All of you.”

Your first instinct was to protest, to remind him you were sore and tired and definitely not ready for anything like before. But then his hand slid around to your lower back, supporting you like you were something fragile.

“I’m not asking for sex,” he said quickly, reading your hesitation. “Not unless you want it. I just… wanna make you feel good. Wanna remind you you’re still mine.”

That last word sent a little spark right through your exhaustion.

You let him guide you to the bed, lying back against the pillows while he stretched out beside you. His metal hand stayed on your hip, grounding you, while his flesh one cupped your face. He kissed you slowly, deep and lingering, until you melted into it.

When his lips left yours, they trailed down your jaw, your neck, your collarbone. You shivered as he pulled your robe open, letting it fall away. He took his time, kissing every stretch mark, every curve, until he reached your stomach.

“This body,” he murmured between kisses, “is perfect.” His mouth was warm against your skin, his scruff tickling as he brushed over the scar again, lingering there until you sighed.

It was almost too much—the tenderness, the way he worshipped you like you’d hung the moon.

Your hand slid into his hair. “Bucky…”

He looked up, and whatever he saw in your face made him smile. “Lie back, doll. Let me take care of you.”

His touch was slow, patient. His hands stroked your thighs, easing them apart just enough for him to settle between them. You weren’t ready for anything rough, and he didn’t push—just kissed along the inside of your thigh, higher and higher, until his breath was hot against your core.

“You okay?” he asked.

You nodded, heat curling low in your belly. “Yeah.”

The first brush of his tongue made you gasp. He was gentle, unhurried, mapping every inch of you like he had all the time in the world. His hands held you steady, one on your hip, the other resting just below your scar, a quiet reminder that he loved every part of you.

You tried to keep quiet, mindful of the baby sleeping a few feet away, but when he sucked lightly on your clit, a soft moan slipped out.

“That’s it,” he murmured against you. “Let me hear you.”

He built you up slowly, coaxing each shiver and gasp, until the tension coiled tight inside you. When you came, it was with a quiet, breathless cry, your fingers curling in his hair as you trembled.

Bucky didn’t let go immediately—he kept kissing you softly, easing you down from the high before crawling back up to gather you in his arms.

You lay there against his chest, the steady beat of his heart under your ear, his lips pressing to your hair.

“You don’t have to hide from me,” he said after a moment. “Ever. I love every inch of you. Especially the ones you think I shouldn’t.”

You looked up at him, still flushed, and managed a small smile. “You’re too good to me.”

He shook his head. “No, doll. I’m exactly as good to you as you deserve.”

The baby’s soft cry broke the moment, and you moved to sit up, but Bucky caught your hand. “Stay. I’ve got her.”

You watched him cross the room, scoop her up, and settle back beside you, the three of you tangled together under the morning light.

You and your boyfriend, Hyunjin, were walking hand in hand at a carnival. While chatting about whatever drama that came to mind, you saw a sweet stand and a giant pink lollipop caught your eye. “Jinnie, look!” You pointed to the treat. “That looks so good!” Hyunjin's eyes widened at the size of the lollipop. “Babe, are you sure you can finish that? I don't think even I could,” he stated nervously. It took a few seconds of convincing, but he did buy it for you. You excitedly took a lick, puckering slightly at how sweet the taste was. Your partner giggled at you, then kissed your forehead. “You're such a cutie,” he said, taking your hand again. You cheerily skipped with him on the way to the ferris wheel. As soon as you sat down, you handed Hyunjin the lollipop saying, “Here, I can't finish this, it's too sweet!”

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post date: 3/28/25

queue post date: 3/29/25