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| Love Languages |

I might do a part two to this one where it's the reader learning Bucky's love languages. Let me know if you want to see something like that :)

Warning(s): slight language but super fluff, babyyyyyy 🥰

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-Acts of Service-

You were filling out paperwork from the latest mission. You knew the administration team would be on your ass if it was submitted late again, so you couldn't risk it. As time went on and you completed the final section, you barely noticed that the sun had already set. You hadn't eaten for most of the day because you were afraid of losing your train of thought.

You rubbed your face in exhaustion. You had no energy to cook anything so you hoped that there would be leftovers in the community fridge in the kitchen area of the compound.

You emailed the file to the admin before packing up your things. Suddenly, your phone vibrates. A smile grows on your face as you read the notification: a text from the love of your life, Bucky.

B🖤: Hey, doll. I hope your work is going well. You didn't come down for dinner and I didn't want to bother you, so I got you takeout. It's outside your door.

Your smile grew as you made your way to the entrance door to your room and opened it. And there, as promised, your favourite meal with a small note saying 'I love you', signed with Bucky's typical doodles.

You unlock your phone to reply to his text, absolutely warmed by the gesture. 

You: Bucky, you are the sweetest. Thank you, my love.

B🖤: Anything for you, doll. Come over to my room later if you can. Missed you today.

A slight blush grew across your face. You made your way over to his room, meal in hand. You really lucked out on that one.

-Words of Affirmation-

The sun crept its way through the curtains, the sun rising over the city skyline. Propping yourself up onto your elbows, you noticed Bucky's cool, metal draped across your waist. You directed your attention to his face, pressed against his pillow. He didn't always get to sleep easily, let alone sleep the whole night, but when he did, he always looked so at peace.

Your daydream is interrupted by Bucky's groggy morning voice breaking the silence, "You know, it's not nice to stare."

You jumped a bit, realizing he was awake, causing him to chuckle. He slowly opened his eyes, a smile growing as he scans your face.

"Well, that's a lot coming from you," you joked, laying back down to meet his gaze.

Bucky cupped your cheek, gently caressing it, "I can't help it. You're absolutely stunning, doll."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, "I'm sure I look great after just waking up."

Without giving you a moment to defend yourself, Bucky had you pinned against the bed, peppering every inch of your face with kisses. You're set into a laughing fit, feeling his smile grow against your skin. He makes his way to your lips, gently kissing them. You're enticed, your hands roaming to the back of his head and into his hair.

Bucky pulled away, meeting your eyes, "You are easily one of the most beautiful women I've ever had the privilege of knowing, dollface."

A slight blush rose on your face, going over his words in your mind. "So you mean to tell me that there have been other women?" You joked with an eyebrow raised.