Word Count: 1,392
Warnings/Notes: A Monopoly board game mention, some friendly banter, Natasha heavily hinting at the Reader to initiate some sort of flirting with Bucky, some angst through tension, making out with Bucky and getting caught (it’s totally fine, don’t worry). One use of (Y/N) for ‘your name’.
Summary: After hours of playing a board game with the Avengers, the Reader and Bucky find themselves alone with the anticipation of what could be.
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A few hours had passed. Avengers, friends, had been going back and forth and taking turns. Tensions and arguments rose and ebbed as the time passed.
“What time is it?” Steve asked, sorting his cards.
“Oh, no,” Sam laughed beside him. “We’re not ending this here. I want to get that property back from Natasha.”
She smiled from the other end of the couch to the left of Steve. “You can try.”
“I plan to.”
Looking down at the few cards in your possession, you sighed quietly. “You know, my main reason for never playing this game is because it never ends.”
Tony scoffed from his chair adjacent from you. “I thought you had all of the patience in the world.”
“I have my limits,” you defended, eyeing your game piece on the jail space again. “Besides, you’re not even playing.”
“I won in real life. I’m good.”
A laugh rumbled from Thor next to him. “I do not blame them…the cards have been against them from the start of the game.”
“Heh, no kidding,” you said and gestured at the stack of game coins in front of him.
“You still have time to turn things around,” Steve encouraged. His reassuring smile helped better earlier.
“I did, briefly, about an hour ago.”
“Have you passed Go yet?” Bucky asked from your left.
“No,” you laughed halfheartedly. “Those cards keep sending my game piece to jail.”
“You landed on the go to jail space last time,” Natasha reminded you.
Dropping your cards on the pillow in your lap, you nearly threw your arms up. “I thought I was finally completing a lap across the board! But no.”
“There are worse things,” Bucky mumbled, rolling the dice.
“True. But still.”
As Bucky moved his game piece across the board, it stopped unexpectedly on one specific space. “Is that one yours?” He asked, looking to you.
Your eyebrows rose. “Wow. No one’s landed on one of my properties yet. Huh.”
Picking up what cards you did have, you indicated to him the amount of game currency that he owed you to conclude his turn.
“Um…you wouldn’t want to trade properties, would you?”
“To create a set there?”
“Yeah. If you want to trade,” Bucky shrugged.
Looking over at his significant pile of tokens on the table, you pursed your lips in thought. When your eyes met his, you nearly lost the playful confidence that appeared. “How much are you willing to buy it for?”
Bucky’s eyes widened briefly amongst Sam’s snickering beside him. “Um…how’s two-hundred?”
“Four-hundred,“ you offered in playful determination, staring him down.
“Four-hundred?”
The surprise on his face made you sputter a laugh before you recollected yourself. “All right,” you bargained, picking up the property card, “three-fifty, and I won’t try to get it back.”
“Only three-fifty?” He leaned onto his knees as he looked at you. The cool shades in his eyes appeared to shimmer as he did.
“Yep. Take it or leave it, Buck.”
His gaze dropped at your words. And when he did glance back up at you, he licked his bottom lip slowly. It was a tick of his. One, that when paired with a certain intense gaze, made a warmth swirl in your chest.
“I’ll take it,” he said. With a nod, he grabbed the tokens to make the exchange.
“Good,” Tony clapped his hands. “Well, while you continue with…that…I’m going to the lab.”
As he got up to leave, the others too straightened up in their seats.
“We can always pick up later,” Steve suggested.
“I doubt it, knowing us,” Sam chuckled, smoothing out his shirt.
“But just in case…” Natasha uncurled from the corner of the couch to take a few pictures with her phone. Documenting where every card and piece was placed on the board as she did so.
You nodded approvingly. “Smart.”
“Should we take that personally?” Bucky asked, leaning back into the couch cushion.
“No, just taking precautions.”
“Sure.”
Natasha paused on her way out of the room while the others filed out. “Staying?” She asked of you.
You shrugged. “I didn’t have any other plans.”
Glancing at Bucky, whose eyes were closed, she smirked at you. “Maybe not yet.”
You crossed your arms. “Oh, don’t you start.”
“No, but you should. See you later.”
And on the last word, she headed straight out of the room. Without anyone but you and Bucky, it was utter silence. A stark contrast to the past few game filled hours.
Pushing yourself up from the automan, you stood aimlessly. What were you going to do? Either way, you carefully, perhaps too much, placed your cards and tokens on the table beside the game board.
“Is Natasha going to have your head for that?” Bucky asked, though his eyes were still closed.
“Nah. They’re still the same. She can even check if she wants to.”
“Brave.”
“Not really,” you said, walking around the automan. And yet, you could not get yourself to leave.
“Could’ve fooled me.” He said as you looked at each other, a soft smile resting on his lips. It brought out one of your own.
“I thought that was hard to do.”
He shrugged, adjusting his clasped hands in his lap. “Not impossible.”
“Somehow, I doubt that.”
Bucky hummed, holding eye contact with you. “Are you going to be standing there until dinner?”
“I might…all considering how long I’ve been sitting. What about you?”
“I think I’m good right here.” The corner of his mouth curved up as he spoke.
You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at him. This was not the first time for this sort of exchange, but you felt the need to clarify. “Bucky, are you…flirting with me?”
A breath of a laugh escaped him, and he licked his bottom lip again. “I guess I’m still out of practice.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” you said, echoing his own words with a playful tilt of your head.
The two of you locked eyes. There was a soft intensity about it. With the anticipation thickening with each passing second, you thought you were going to shake out of your own skin. The tension peaked, and you looked away. You could not stand it for much longer. There was so much happening and yet not, all at the same time.
“Whatever it is that you’re going to do,” Bucky’s low voice catching your attention, “you should do it.”
Turning toward him, you paused. It was as if every time you wanted to initiate something with him beyond your friendship, your legs stalled. But he was patient and respecting of whatever you chose. He was openly and willingly inviting you to him. It was a silly fear.
With a internal demand to your legs, you stepped in front of his slouched form. For a moment, you stood there. The pair of you eyeing the other curiously. In the next breath, you gingerly straddled his lap. Leaning toward him, you dove your fingers into his hair and pressed your lips to his. The rest of the world melted away, and there was only him.
Against your lower back, his metal arm pulled you across his lap to bring you all the more closer. Your torso pressed into his chest, feeling every breath he took as he kissed you back. And those kisses of his were even batter than you had occasionally imagined. The way his warm hand caressed and cradled your cheek made you sigh like you never had. It was perfect.
“That better be (Y/N)”— Sam’s voice cut through your daze, —“or I’m kicking your ass!”
As you and Bucky pulled away from each other, you saw a smug smile growing on Sam’s face.
“‘Bout time,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Do you mind?” Bucky asked, his vibranium hand staying firmly on your hip.
“Oh yeah,” he teased, walking away, “don’t mind me…just passing through a public space where any Avenger can go to.”
“I think he might be hinting at something,” you said with a voice dripping in sarcasm.
“Heh, no kidding,” Bucky smiled and looked to you. “Now what?”
“Do you want to hang out in my room?”
“Yeah. That sounds private enough.” His grin widened at the thought. The kiss that followed was only one of many to be had.
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I was wondering if I could ask for a mcu ship please? I mean, only if possible. I’m quite an introvert, but when I am with friends I’m quite sociable and kind. I’m pretty bubbly, but I struggle with confidence and depression.I can’t physically go up and talk to someone if I don’t know them well unless I pressure myself to. I get anxious just thinking about it. I have long brown hair, with lots of ringlets,and a face of freckles. Thank you! :):)
Hey love, I’m terribly sorry for the wait - I don’t even expect you to have tumblr now but that’s besides the point. I hope, should you see this, you enjoy it and remember you are THE boss bitch!
Bucky Barnes!
It took a while for you and Bucky to officially meet - at first it was merely weighted stares and magical wonder.
Bucky noticed you long before you noticed him, what with his drilled in habit to survey every room and person in it. Now you.. you were a diamond in the rough. You managed to brighten up any well lit room and even managed to unknowingly get Bucky to crack a smile of two when he “overhears” your conversations with Steve.
After he had figured out your little quirks did he come to a heavy conclusion. A conclusion that lead him to Steve at 11pm on a Wednesday night, asking for your whereabouts. You’d continue to meet awkwardly in the kitchen, him subtly blocking you in as you try to politely search for a way out.
That’s how it started, after that it spiralled to hesitant hellos and more fleeting glances. After a while a unoffically official meeting time was established by the kitchens. Following an incident on the field Bucky hurried to you for affirmations and a sense of normalcy. That’s how he learnt - learnt that in some ways, you struggled just like Bucky. That you felt both the excruciating pain and the quite numbness of depression.
After the occurrence of the kitchen incident you and Bucky became as thick as thieves. And, slowly eased your way into an unofficially official relationship. When Bucky would return home from missions he’d dive into your arms and tuck his head into your hair to block out the light. When you had a bad day he’d massage your head and temples, playing softly with your hair before putting it back up for you.
Although you’d asked him to wake you if the nightmares plagued him he’d sometimes just play connect the dots with your freckles. It reminds him of a similar game he’d once played with Steve and, he can see you breathing. Sometimes that’s all he needs.
You are each other’s rocks. Sure, you may both still struggle - I can’t say that will ever go away. But at least now you’re struggling through it together.
Notes:
I’m sure my writing had changed heaps and for that I apologise :(
I hope you enjoyed it anyway and that you maybe receive some joy and I’m sorry if you don’t like it but I’ll try to fix it if you want, No hard feeling Gorgeous. I wish you love, and remember - you are amazingly beautiful. I wish I was like you!
Edit: I forgot to add tags because I’m big stupid 😳
Word Count: 473
Warnings/Notes: Gender neutral reader, established relationship, and kissing.
Summary: Taking a break from preparing for the holiday season, the Reader lounges on the couch until Bucky arrives.
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The holiday season was in full swing. It felt as though it came earlier with each coming year.
Calm. Calm or at least no overwhelming anxiety and stress inducing feelings. If you could manage that, you would be most grateful.
Presently, you were taking a break. Possibly for the rest of the foreseeable day, if you could manage it. Not that anyone was going to stop you. You had been organizing and wrapping presents. Granted, some you were not going to fight with and quickly decided to stuff the gift into a festive gift bag instead. Reusing the bags between friends and family was as beneficial as it was humorous. Like an inside joke of sorts.
Now, you did not have to do all of the gift assembling yourself. Oh, no. You were offered help and gladly accepted it. Such traditional activities proved to be all the more fun when Bucky was involved. With his smiling insistence, you had plopped yourself down on the couch of your home for a well-deserved rest.
It had been a while, now that you thought about it, since you had last seen the aforementioned man. You wondered what he could have been up to all this time.
Soft foot steps approached, but soon stopped just behind the furniture.
“Hi,” Bucky smiled, his eyes twinkling as he leaned over the back of the couch.
“Hi, Bucky,” you twisted a little in your seat.
He rose his brows as if gesturing for you to notice something.
Following up the length of his arm with your eyes, you smiled. With the smallest clack, the faux mistletoe swayed above his head as he held it up. You giggled at the cute expression on his face before you leaned in. The small sigh that escaped him as your lips pressed against his caused your smile to reappear.
“Get rid of the mistletoe and I’ll kiss you better,” you said softly against his lips.
Standing upright, Bucky promptly flicked away the little decoration. He smiled proudly as you laughed from the action. “I’ll pick that up later,” he assured, hopping over the back of the couch to join you.
“Oh, I know you will,” you replied through your laughter.
Adjusting yourself on the cushion, Bucky snuggled in close, wrapping his arms around you.
“Kiss me?” He asked with a voice hardly above a whisper.
“As if you have to ask me more than once,” you pecked the tip of his nose and earned a pout in response.
“That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”
Smiling, you danced your fingers through his hair. “Think of that as the prologue.”
“Oh.”
Pulling him toward you, you heard him breathe in deeply as your lips met. They seemed to meld together in tender moments like these, and you would want it no other way.
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Shopping, or more specifically, Bucky getting you away from home for a little while. You both had been meandering through the store for some time when you came upon one of the toy aisles. Bucky did not seem to mind. In fact, he tended to stick beside you. It made you wonder if he was being particularly protective or if he was seeing if any item caught your eye.
“Sssaanta Claus is comin’ to town~!”
You flung against Bucky's side, a hand to your chest and a word or two slipping from your mouth. “I’d like to make it through the holiday season, thank you very much,” you sneered at the dancing plushie on the shelf.
“Are you all right?” Bucky asked, now cradling you close.
“Yeah, just…give me a minute. I’ll be right back,” you sighed, walking out of the aisle.
Staring at the variety of assorted cookie tins, you breathed. You had forgotten about those festive singing toys. It was not as if they were out all year long. But you definitely were not expecting to leap out of your skin because of it.
There was, however, a pleasant surprise. When you walked back to rejoin Bucky, there was an odd but welcoming silence. Bucky was hardly holding back a smile when you finally glanced at the shelves around you. Every motion activated plushie had been turned around.
“Bucky~” you started to laugh.
“You’re welcome.”
