Never Gonna Give You Up
“20 and 18 with Buck please” requested by anonymous
468 words. Both song are linked in the fic.
“I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
"Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
It was Saturday morning and Bucky was making pancakes for the pair of you. You were sitting at the kitchen table, playing with your phone, throwing occasional glances at your boyfriend. He flipped a pancake and turned to you. His blue eyes were shining in the morning light, his messy bed hair made him look imperfectly perfect.
“I love you, baby doll.”
He looked so genuinely happy your heart swelled with pride. You were the reason behind his eye-crinkling smile and that thought warmed you up.
He turned back to the stove all the while humming a song from the 40s. He sang it all the time, it was about a man who finally met the girl of his dreams. You put your elbow on the table, resting your cheek in your palm as you looked at him in awe.