**NOT MY GIF**
Bucky Barnes X Reader
A/N: irl i look as innocent as bucky in this gif but in my mind there’s one thought: L U B E I T U P C A P T A I N
Also, happy valentine’s day
Prompt: Some questions don’t need to be asked.
Some questions are better left unasked because it’s often clear that you won’t always like the answer you’ll receive.
So you don’t ask and no one answers, the words left as fragments of deep thought trapped at the end of your tongue. They stay there, festering in your mind with boiling curiosity, waiting waiting waiting to be said.
Still, the question remains; unasked and unanswered.
But it still exists it’s corporeal form, there in the corner of your mind.
Do you love me, James?
Of course, the words never leave your lips and a reply never leaves his. But he’s not to blame, because he lives his life struggling with his own demons, too unaware of the storm that’s brewing within.
So, when you’re held close at night, hearing soft promises whispered but never reaching your ears, you don’t ask.
Not when he kisses you, pink lips pressing to your own with utter care and gentleness, calloused hands cupping your jaw, brushing stray strands of hair back into place. You don’t ask.
When he smiles at you, all crooked teeth and hidden jokes, innocent blue eyes shining with the sort of childish mischief that is so utterly and completely him, the one that always brings an unbidden smile to your lips, you don’t ask.
When he’s up at night, plagued by those very demons he flees from day after day, slipping under the covers by your side, reassuring himself that you’re real and you’re there. You don’t ask.
Or when he’s talking, hands moving almost comically as he tries to explain a story of his childhood, eyes glimmering with long-lost hope, you don’t ask.
When he’s got his hand in yours, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand absent mindedly, you don’t ask.
When he’s got you trapped against the couch, head in your lap, refusing to let you move, smirk playing at his lips as your own amused eyes look down at him, you don’t ask.
When he’s looking at you like you’re his everything despite the weight of the entire world on his shoulders, you don’t ask.
Because, that’s the funny thing about some questions.
They don’t need to be asked.
But they’ll still be answered.
Yes, I love you.
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