pov- imagines

TIE- B. BARNES

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, mentions of tony stark
warnings: suggestive, making out, this is so fluffy
about: prompt: "wow... you look... you look amazing." (i tweaked it a little)
a/n: thank you so, so much for requesting!! i actually really liked how this came out and i really enjoyed writing it, i hope you like it!

he doesn't know what it is about ties.

bucky could swear he knew how to do this- he was good at it, after going out to so many weddings and accompanying girls to proms, tying steve's for him because no matter how many times he tried to teach him, the little guy couldn't learn. maybe it's all the time in the ice- maybe it froze away the familiar movements of his fingers like all the clarity of his memories. maybe it was the fingers and the shine that wasn't supposed to be there, the unnoticeable sound of vibranium plates shifting as he tries to get the knot right.

he supposes it doesn't matter what it is, because knowing the reason won't suddenly bring back the ability. although- although, maybe this is a good thing. because then he can call you over and gaze at the details of your concentrated features while you easily twist your fingers in the fabric of his tie. then, you would kiss him on the nose like you'd done so many times before and ask him in a whisper if it was too tight. bucky would say no because you always did it perfectly and you would press your lips to his, letting him wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer until you pulled away with swollen lips before things went too far and the tie you'd just tied was on the floor instead of around his neck.

huh, bucky thinks, letting his hands drop, staring at the crinkled tie draped over his chest, maybe this isn't a bad thing at all.

he pulls it away, stepping out of his bathroom and then his room to knock on your closed door. he can hear you walking around, pausing when you recognize the presence behind your door. "buck?" you ask from inside. "'s me, doll. i need your help with my tie again please."

bucky can't see the small smile that adorns your face when you hear his words, biting at your bottom lip while you pull off the heels you're trying on. "of course, honey, wait for me in your room, okay?" bucky hums okay and stares at your door for a second longer, hoping that you'll suddenly open it and he'd be able to simply extend his arms to pull you into his arms and inhale the smell of your hair. he steps away awkwardly after you don't, walking back to his room to sit on his bed and wait for you.

it's where you find him after you come out a minute later, walking into his room with a pretty yellow sundress on, cheeks warm and eyes bright. bucky honestly can't believe how beautiful you are, and he has to hold back from glancing back at his closet to see if he has a suit any fancier than this one, because with you looking like that, nobody will even notice him.

"doll, you look..." he breathes, standing to his feet, "wow. you look amazing."

you tilt your head at him, features dipped in confusion as you look down at what you're wearing before you laugh lightly, "what? i've barely started getting ready." bucky frowns slightly, "is that not what you're wearing? i like it. you look stunning."

your lips pull into a grin, stepping closer to him, "that's sweet, darling," you coo, "but we're going to one of the fanciest restaurants in new york, i don't even think they'd let me in with this." bucky's eyes trace over you again, making every cell in your body erupt in tiny fireworks, "that's dumb. you look stunning-" he repeats, running his hands over your arms before spinning you around and tugging you to his chest. you giggle, pressing your cheek against the button of his shirt. "thank you, bucky, you look very, very pretty yourself."

bucky can feel himself blush as he digs his face into the top of your head, "really?" he asks quietly, feeling you nod under his jaw. you pull away from him to grab his chin, making sure he's looking at you, "you are the most beautiful man i have ever seen," you say honestly. "ever," you add for good measure. your boyfriend chuckles, chasing your lips.

you hum after a few seconds, pulling away to push a finger against his pouting lips, "no, no, you said i have a tie to tie and i have to get ready too. if we start this, we're not going anywhere tonight," you warn. bucky shrugs, trying to kiss you again, "i don't have a problem with that." you laugh, allowing him another kiss before you stop him again, "bucky," you say. "one more? j'st one?"

you suppose another can't hurt.

bucky can promise you it doesn't when you let him steal another, continuing to peck at your lips after he draws away. "bucky, my-" you try not to melt at the feeling of his lips on yours, soft and plush and completely meant to be, "my dress and-" you smile against him, "and my heels and..." his lips are suddenly moving against your own again, making you hum and lazily pull away to try and convince him, "my makeup and the reservation..." bucky disregards everything, setting his hands on the curves of your hips to tug you closer to him, "'nd your tie..." you continue breathlessly, allowing a part of you to give in as your hands reach around his neck to have the feeling of his skin hot under your fingertips. you run your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling gently in the way that makes him groan. "i can reschedule," bucky informs through pauses.

you try to make yourself tell him no, because the restaurant is expensive and the dress you were going to wear so he could say wow in the way he does when you come into the room is laying on your bed, ready to be used and touched by the gentle pads of bucky's fingers. the hours you'll take to carefully apply your makeup are hanging over your head, the ticks of your personal clock growing louder every second you don't go back to your room, but the sound gets muffled by the feeling of bucky that surrounds your whole being.

you can practically feel yourself buzzing and that's what you'll blame it on after you say "yes, let's reschedule," before letting bucky's hands glide down the backs of your thighs, picking you up and never disconnecting your lips or interlocked hands. it's what you'll blame it on when tony inevitably comes by in the morning with an annoyed look to inform you that you missed the reservation that took a lot of time to put together, but it'll be fine because you had the best date night in the world and buttering tony up is not a hard feat to accomplish.