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"Hello, gorgeous, do I know you?" & "If he's going to treat you like shit I'm going to kick his ass." "We're not just friends and you fucking know it." & "It kills me to see you with him." & "I love you more than he does."
Warning - Language! Also, for some reason I'm in an angsty and fluffy mood, so here we go :D (get ready for ridiculously flirty 40's Bucky).
This will be the last of the Bucky drabbles, and the next will be the last of the Steve ones. Thanks for those who sent in requests! Please just send in regular one-shot ideas or series ideas, no more drabbles please :)
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"Hello, gorgeous, do I know you?" You heard the almost infamous and familiar voice of Bucky Barnes come up behind you, causing you to roll your eyes with slight amusement.
"Are you practicing for someone, Barnes?" You muttered, carefully applying more lipstick, barely glancing up to meet his cheeky grin through the mirror.
"No one but you," he said in a teasing tone, causing you to snort and shake your head, moving on to eyeliner. He was always flirting, but he did it with every girl in Brooklyn, so you never thought much of it. In fact, you were afraid of what would happen if you did think about it.
"What're you getting all dolled up for, Y/N?" He asked curiously, and you heard him setting down his things. You two, as well as Steve, had been rooming together for a while. You had all known each other as kids, so it wasn't strange in the slightest.
"Robert's taking me out tonight, he's leaving for business in a couple days," you replied, not noticing his fists tighten slightly, furrowing his eyebrows.
"You still seeing that guy, then?" He asked carefully, to which you hummed as a reply. "I thought you two had a falling out last week."
"Everyone has fights, Buck," you sighed, placing your make-up down and turning toward him in your chair, "You've always had a problem with Robert, why?"
"If he's going to treat you like shit, I'm going to kick his ass," he practically snapped, dropping his things on the table and running a hand through his hair, "Robert's no good and you know that Y/N, why do you still go out with him?"
"Why do you still care?" You cried out, standing up and throwing your arms in the air, "I get that you're my friend, Bucky, but-"
"We're not just friends and you fucking know it," he growled, taking a step toward you. "It kills me to see you with him, Y/N."
You blinked, taking a minute to process what he was saying. "Bucky-"
"Don't go with him, Y/N, please," he suddenly said, his voice going soft as he grabbed your hands. Your eyes searched his, still in confusion as he rambled on. "I could treat you so much better. I love you more than he does, more than he ever could."
"Why didn't you tell me?" You asked in a whisper, completely shocked.
"How the hell do you tell your best friend that you're in love with them?" He said with a small and actually nervous smile, which was strange to see instead of the usually over-confident smirk Bucky Barnes was famous for.
"I think you just did, James," you replied almost weakly, not hesitating before taking his face in your hands and pressing your lips to his quickly, surprisingly the both of you by your forwardness.
You had seen Bucky with other girls, it was hard not to, and he was always the one to initiate things. And even though you could tell he was shocked, he didn't even pause more than a second before wrapping his arms around your waist, closing the rest of the gap between you two as he smiled against your lips. Your hands moved into his now messy hair as he pulled you somehow closer into him, deepening the kiss in one of the best ones you ever had.
He pulled back after a minute, both of you almost breathless from the spur of the moment kiss. His eyes landed on your lips and his face broke into a small grin, "I think I smeared your lipstick a bit, doll."
His used his thumb to wipe the smear away while you rolled your eyes with a chuckle, not caring. It wasn't like you were going out with Robert anymore anyway. When Bucky was done, he locked eyes with you again, his expression brighter than it had been when he had first entered.
"And just so you know, I love you too," you smiled, just as he pulled you toward him once more.
