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My Blood

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Twenty One Pilots

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Sebastian Stan is a beautiful boi

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let's dive right in    

Y/N's POV

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I reached into the bag, and felt my fingers brush against something rough and round. I tugged it, and burst out laughing when i realized what it was.

It was a little solider figure, it's left arm wrapped in foil and a mini-plum stuck in the other hand. I looked across the tabletop to Bucky, who was fiddling with his metal arm absentmindedly. I smiled softly. He really was oblivious. Tony sighed, and smacked Bucky's real arm. "Buck! You're up!" I could tell Tony had a bit of anger in his voice, but I ignored it and stood up.

I took his arm in my grasp as he walked past, leading him to the door while ignoring Tony's wolf-whistles.

I sat down across from Bucky, noticing him looking at something in his hand. I managed to get a glimpse of it. It was the plastic solider. He said something in a soft voice. "Am I really just about the arm?" I scooched a little closer to him, so our feet crossed over the other. I placed a calm hand on his real arm. "You, Bucky, are so much more than the arm. You're absolutely perfect, Buck."

Bucky's frown lightened, but it still stayed.

"Y-Y/N...I've killed people. I killed Tony's parents, I killed so many innocent people." My hand tightened around his elbow, and I looked into his eyes.

"No. You didn't do that. The you I know, right now, the one who makes , for some odd reason, the best pancakes and coffee, the one who eats literally all the chocolate and oreos in the tower, the one who I'm best friends with, didn't do that. The brainwashed and controlled Bucky, the one that probably makes the worst, burnt pancakes, did all that! Not you, Buck."

I noticed his soft smile returning, and smiled back.

He let out a soft laugh.

"Burnt pancakes."

I laughed as well.

"Was that the only thing you remember?"

He smiled at me. "Of course. In that romantic little speech, that was all I heard." R-romantic? No way he sensed my feelings with just a little talk. We'd been friends for over three years, he would have figured it out a little sooner.  Bucky's real arm found my hand, and he grasped it tightly. I looked at him, my gaze questioning. He smiled, a soft grin that had me turning red. I could see a little, flickering spark of mischief in his eyes.

I opened my mouth, only for his lips to quickly cover my own. My eyes widened, but I quickly melted into it and twined my hands through his hair, carefully tugging at it as he deepened the kiss. I could feel him smile against the kiss,
already happy with the outcome.

Bucky twisted us around easily, making it so I was pinned against the wall as his hands roamed my waist. I let out a quiet moan into his mouth, as his hands left feather-light touches all across my thighs.

His metal hand drifted up my shirt, gripping my waist ever-so gently, in a style that wouldn't leave bruises, but was hard enough to enjoy.

I could tell he was scared of hurting me, so I placed one hand on his cheek, letting my fingers trace across it in a gesture of consent. His right hand went to my inner thighs, tracing circles across it as my fingers selves into his soft brown locks.

The moment was over, however, when Tony knocked on the door. "10 seconds, and then I'm barging in!" I sighed, and we broke apart, Bucky helping me up with a hand.

He pulled me a bit close, and we leaned out foreheads into each other, right as tony threw the door open, letting the outside light play across us, and showing us everyone gathered behind them.

"Damnit, Stark, can't a girl have a moment?" Nat sighed, and strode over to us. "Cmon, you two, let's go." Nat basically escorted us out, where Bucky and I sat on the same couch, nested together, as Sam headed into the closet with a red-faced Steve.

This night was going well.