"Come on, dance with me." The melodic tune of an old song from a record player lingered across the room, making the atmosphere more romantic. You took his hand as he led you to the spacious living room. The two of you intertwined your fingers together, dancing to the tune.

"Thank you for making dinner, James." You muttered softly, looking at him as he swayed you gently. "It's always my pleasure to cook for you, love." He replied, kissing the top of your head. You continued to dance with him, ignoring the fact that it was raining outside.

Your heart was full. You were dancing with your boyfriend, giggling as he accidentally stepped on your foot. Life couldn't get any better, he was the light of your life. Before all of this, you always thought the modern scene of dating was stressful. Dating apps, friends with benefits, or situationships — it wasn't for you. You swore you gave up on dating, until you met him.

Bucky Barnes had more of a traditional approach of dating. He was a lover boy, specifically — your lover boy.

He actually courted you, wrote letters for you (being the poet he was), you never lifted a finger when you were with him. You argued with him, saying you wanted to contribute in the relationship — but just being there, loving him, was enough for Bucky. He was everything you ever wanted in life.

When the two of you weren't together, he would always think of you. The same goes for you, his name was always mentioned in every conversation you had with someone. "You look so handsome right now." Bucky complimented you, placing his hand on your cheek. "I swear, I could never stop writing about you." He whispered, tone full of affection.