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“Good, now could you kiss Y/N?”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Bucky said, smiling. His arms locked around your waist and he pulled you close to him, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your arms were draped over his shoulders, and you couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.
Since Bucky had become a part of the Avengers, he’d gained a huge fanbase. And since you already had one, you’d become Hollywood’s Hottest Couple. You always rolled your eyes when someone said that. It sounded so “celebrity”. Though you suppose you both qualified as celebrities.
Though one of the best parts was that the two of you were always being asked to do photoshoots together, and with you already being a model, it made your job 300% better.
“Awesome, you guys are great. Now just be kind of cheesy, you know how the press loves that. Like, Y/N, grab onto James’s arm, the, uh, left one. And get all cheesy.”
You followed the photographer’s instructions, being as dorky as you could, hoping to god they wouldn’t actually use these.
“James, if you could stand behind Y/N and bury your face in the crook of her neck?” the photographer asked of him next. Bucky nodded, nonchalantly wrapping his arms around you as he followed directions. “And Y/N, put your hand on the side of his face.” You smirked, gently tangling your hand in his hair. He exhaled roughly, and you swore you heard a quiet groan.
“Perfect! Now, hold hands and rest your foreheads together. Stare into each other’s eyes, you know the deal. Get real romantic.”
Bucky intertwined his fingers with yours, the metal cool against your warm hands. You rested your forehead against his, smiling as your eyes met his blue ones, and you’d never felt so comfortable in your life. You heard the camera click. Then, suddenly, Bucky tilted his chin up and his lips met yours again. Your eyes widened in surprise, then fluttered shut in pleasure.
You loved when he gave you surprise kisses.
You heard a quiet squeal from the photographer as the camera clicked more. When he pulled away a few seconds later, he let his hands trail down your sides as he continued to stare into your Y/E/C eyes. When his hands were on your hips, he picked you up quickly and hauled you over his shoulder, laughing. “Bucky! Put me down!” you yelled, unable to keep from laughing yourself.
“Not a chance, darling,” he teased, his hands sliding up from where they were behind your knees to grab your ass.
“BUCKY!”
He shushed you, turning so that the camera could see more than your bum. You had to admit, you were laughing hard at this point, as was the photographer. You, in turn, grabbed his butt and you heard the camera click.
You could not believe this guy.
And you were definitely going to marry him.
He finally put you down, and you punched him playfully in the shoulder. He kissed you on the top of your head in response. “You’re fired, Barnes. You have no idea how to photoshoot,” you said as you started walking toward the photographer.
“How to photoshoot?”
“Yes, how to photoshoot.”
“That’ll probably get front cover, you know,” the photographer said, laughing themself.
“Of course it will,” you muttered to yourself as Bucky shook their hand.
You thanked the photographer, and they thanked you two as you walked out.
“Where to?” Bucky asked as you exited the studio.
“I don’t know. It’s almost 10 ‘o clock, should we go home?”
“I was thinking more ‘get ice cream, then go to Central Park and stargaze’,” he said, threading his fingers between yours.
“Sounds wonderful. And by stargaze, you mean make out?”
“Not unless you want to. I mean, look up. It’s gorgeous out.”
You looked up, nearly gasping. The stars were never this prominent, with all the light pollution. “Ooh, you’re right. But what if we get recognized?”
“We’ll be fine, doll,” he said, walking to the ice cream shop located so conveniently across the street. You ate the treats you bought whilst you were walking to Central Park. When you got there, you thanked your lucky stars that there weren’t many people here. Five or six blankets littered the grass. Some people were walking the perimeter. But as long as you didn’t draw too much attention to yourself, you were sure that you’d be fine.
You sat down on the grass, your ice cream finished. Bucky asked what yours tasted like several minutes after you’d finished yours. “You got the same exact flavour, Buck.”
“I just want an excuse to kiss you again,” he admitted, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. You kissed him back, and he mumbled softly against your lips, “And maybe I lied about watching the stars.” He swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, and you let him in.
After a good ten minutes of making out, you pulled away, getting a whimper from Bucky (who was underneath you at this point). You kissed his cheeks and his forehead and his nose and all over the rest of his face.
He was absolutely beaming as you did this, and as you finished, he said, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Bucky. More than life itself,” you whispered as you kissed him once more.
Suddenly, you saw a flash of light. Several. “Fuck, paparazzi,” you said.
“Oh my god, this’ll make front cover!” the man yelled from somewhere in the bushes.
“Of course it will.”