These two college friends have had years to grow together. Each being the others support system, adventure buddy, movie night partner, and dorky roommates. That is until things start coming to a new light in their relationship. At least for him... I...
45 minutes later, Bucky was sitting in the living room, ready to go in a new button-up tucked into his nice jeans and a sports coat to add a hint of formality. The first few buttons were undone on the light blue dress shirt—maybe on purpose. The only person he was worried about impressing was Y/N, but as soon as she walked out of her room, he felt like he came nowhere close to her league.
Her natural hair was pulled back in a loose braid, and her curtain bangs delicately framed her face. She had a subtle blush on her cheeks, a quick swipe of eyeshadow to bring out the Y/E/C in her eyes, which only complimented her more, and her eyelashes naturally curled with volume.
But the dress? It was 100% Y/N. Her stylish and simply adorable self was clothed in a mid-length, red-printed dress littered with white flowers for detail. And though the dress wasn't anything flashy, the slit up the thigh did bring attention to her legs.
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(This hairstyle with that naturally curly hair look:)
She looked up from where she was checking the contents of her purse, smiled at Bucky, and then looked back down as she asked, "Ready to go?"
With her head down, she didn't notice Bucky drooling in the corner. Lucky for him, he quickly collected himself.
The soft mumble of the word "Perfect" was all that left his mouth.
"What?" she chuckled, looking up.
"I mean-" he cleared his throat, standing and straightening his posture and outfit. "I'm perfect. Perfectly ready to go," he tried to save himself.
"Ok..." She dragged out the syllable with a quirked smile and eyed him with a squint. She stopped her assessment, looking him up and down. "Well, don't you look dashing," she said, motioning to him. "The ladies won't be able to keep their hands to themselves. Or their comments knowing them," she laughed, throwing her purse over her shoulder and adjusting an earring.
"You're one to talk," he said, this time unable and unwilling to hold back his smile.
"Now, I can't give Stan an ugly date," she winked, going to the kitchen to grab her keys on the hook.
"You've never been a contender in the category 'ugly date', Darling," he mumbled.
As she moved to the bartop to grab her keys and a card she had written for Stan, again with the small meaningful gestures, she stopped and crinkled her nose at him.
"You're too kind," she took the compliment as best as she could, given she sucked at taking compliments at all. "Oh, I did forget to tell you that Steve said he may have a date for you, too."
"Really?" he asked confused. Steve was setting him up?
"Yeah, you know Gale?" she shouted, moving further into the kitchen.
"Gale?" he whispered to himself, trying to put a face to the name.
"Yeah, she was a nurse in the Korean War. She was medaled with a purple heart after-"
