| 𝘽𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙮 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 |

| Love Languages: pt 2 |

This is a reverse of the first love languages part. For context, this is the reader loving Bucky in different ways :)

Warning(s): Fluff to the EXTREME, slight language towards the end.

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-Physical Touch-

When you first met Bucky, you would have never imagined him as someone who liked to be touched. His aloof demeanour and cold stare seemed to be a cuddle repellant. But, after your relationship grew, you realized how handsy your boyfriend really could be. He'd always try to hide a smile whenever you'd touch his shoulder as you passed him by while he was working, or the quick kisses you'd give him that caused him to blush furiously. His favourite thing you did, however, was playing with his hair. While he presented himself as a guarded individual, he loved being in your arms and feeling your fingers through his hair.

Bucky trudged into your shared home, sighing after a long day. You heard the door close and the sound of Bucky kicking off his shoes. You bolted towards the front door, excited to be reunited with your love. "Hey lover," you cooed as you approached Bucky. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Hey, doll," Bucky replied tiredly. He placed a kiss on your forehead, then dipped his head to kiss your lips.

You scanned Bucky's face and noted the tiredness written across his face. You moved your hand to his cheek. Bucky leaned into the gentle gesture.

"I'd ask you how your day was, but your face tells me what I need to know," you half-joke.

Bucky chuckled softly, kissing your lips again, "It was a long day, doll."

You took his response as a queue to lead him towards the couch. You laid down first and begin to tug on his arm trying to get him to lay with you.

"Doll, what are you doing?" Bucky said softly.

You shushed him. "Just lie down. You had a long day."

He didn't object and laid on top of you, wrapping his arms around you. He instinctively nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You placed your hands in his hair, combing through the strands. Bucky hummed in mirth, pulling himself closer to you.

You weren't sure how long you two stayed in each other's arms, but Bucky was reminded of how lucky he was to have you.

-Gifts-

"Doll, you know I don't like surprises," Bucky said with child-like laughter.

You led your boyfriend into your living room space who was blindfolded with one of his t-shirts. You laughed to yourself as he stumbled around the room. "Bucky, you need to trust me. Just sit on the couch."

After feeling his way around, Bucky sat down on the closest seat on the couch, still giggling up a storm. As someone who had just admitted that he didn't like surprises, he started to sound a lot like a kid on Christmas morning.

You sat next to him before saying, "Okay... you can take the blindfold off."

Bucky hesitantly took off the t-shirt from his face and immediately noticed a box sitting on the coffee table. "Was covering my eyes necessary if it was in a box?" Bucky chuckled.

His laugh was so contagious, you couldn't help but break a smile, "I can't help but be extra."

Bucky began to pretend to wave away tears, "You're not proposing to me, are you?"

You swat at his shoulder, bursting out into laughter, "I'd be more romantic than this. Now, open the box."

As Bucky reached for the gift, he untied the ribbon you had wrapped around the box. Upon removing the lid, Bucky raised his eyebrows, but his expression was unreadable.