#weaponizedembrace

[hydrasweapon]

@weaponizedembrace​ sent some birthday wishes! Jamie was more excited than he might have been if it wasn't Bucky's birthday. Both of their birthdays, actually, but whatever. Jamie only really liked the idea of being tossed around by someone in bed, but Bucky seemed eager without that part, so Jamie did some research to find a club where Vick didn't teach (just to be safe). "Just close your eyes." He tugged Bucky into the building and down a corridor that opened into a ballroom. The Big Band music could be heard from the street, but Jamie only nudged Bucky to open his eyes once inside to see the crowd swing dancing. "Happy birthday, Buck."

          Bucky really didn’t know what the point of this whole close your eyes and follow me bullshit was because there had been amazing swing music, and he’d wanted to check that out. At least the music wasn’t getting quieter, which meant they didn’t walk away from it. Then Jamie told him to open his eyes again, and Bucky felt like being thrown back into a dance hall in 1937. The clothes were all off, of course, but the movements were the same, the rhythm, the music, and he could already feel an itch forming in his feet. Then Jamie’s next words registered. “Oh my god, it’s my birthday,” he said as if just remembering it now. He beamed at the other man. “This is awesome, thank you! This is the best birthday gift since––wait. Wait, is it your birthday, too?” They had different birthplaces, after all, maybe this was another distinction? “Don’t tell me I forgot our birthday, we’ll have to… I don’t know, visit a sex dungeon for you afterward, or I’ll buy you a new penguin sweater.”

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

starter for @weaponizedembrace: Steve

     She’d given her warnings, but she knew he was going to go after Bucky. It was Steve, after all, and there was no stopping him when he’s determined to do something, especially if it was for someone he cared about. And who could blame him? If she’d found out that a childhood friend of hers had been hurt — not that she was allowed those — she would have gone back into the fray for them too. 

     In fact, she had. Bucky Barnes was the Soldat, the closest thing to a fixed point in her past that she could rely on. What she’d experienced with him was real, painfully real, and it was probably her fault that he’d ended up the way he had. The cryo freeze was designed to help wipe him of her, after all. And it had succeeded too, if the scar in her side was anything to go by. 

     She’d tried to track him down a dozen times, and been either evaded or beaten each time. Eventually, she’d stopped. She wouldn’t stop keeping her web out, finding information on where he was, but she wasn’t going to actively tackle him until she had a better plan. She just... didn’t want to do it in front of Steve. He would have been the most incredible ally in the effort, but she didn’t want him to see her face when she was confronted with a man she loved not recognizing her anymore. 

     Perhaps she hadn’t wanted to see his face when he dealt with the same. 

     Either way, they had been tracking down entirely different leads when Natasha noticed the familiar face. Steve still wasn’t an expert at blending into the crowd, though he’d gotten better, and she casually strolled up to the cafe where he was keeping watch for something or someone. She slipped in, unnoticed, and headed to the bench where he was sitting. 

     “Room for one more?”

[hydrasweapon]

It was a pretty good Valentine's day, all things considered. Steve wasn't big on the holiday, but he was always happy to spoil Bucky whenever he got the chance. The man had been through so much and deserved the world just for being in it. Which was why Steve found himself more and more wanting to just blurt out that they should get married lately. He somehow managed to keep it in, but he started planning and looking at rings. He hoped Bucky would like the one he picked, a brushed white gold ring with small vertical channel set sapphires because Bucky always looked so good in blue. It was beautiful without being too much or too traditional, though Steve was prepared to return it if Bucky didn't like it. Not to mention it might not actually work if Bucky decided he wanted to wear it on his left hand, but they'd cross that bridge later.

They had a nice dinner in the little town they'd bought their cabin in, and took dessert back home. The place was really shaping up, and even had the faux bear skin rug Bucky had wanted. Steve got a fire going while he let Bucky open the wine he'd chilled in the fridge, ignoring the unusual thumping of his heart. Once he joined Bucky on the couch, he leaned in for a tender kiss. "I got so lucky with you," he says softly, followed by another soft kiss. "I wanna do this the rest of our lives." He gives Bucky an almost boyish but warm smile and adds, "in fact, this might be really embarrassing if you don't feel the same way," as he slid off the sofa and onto one knee, pulling the tiny box out of his pocket.

He held it up, opening it for Bucky to see. "Marry me, Buck."

~*~

           It’s been a beautiful day so far, and it’s going to be a fantastic week because Bucky had managed to convince Steve to take a week off and enjoy some winter vacation in their little cabin. They had to shovel snow every morning to even get out of the door, but that was all right. Since it’s Valentine’s (which has kind of exploded since the 30s), they had a nice dinner in town, and Bucky is prepared to just sit on the couch for the rest of the evening, cuddle with Steve, and stare into the fire while taking an occasional sip of good wine and maybe eating some chocolates. Then Steve gets all mushy on him, and Bucky feels warm and content and a little like a schoolgirl –– at least until Steve pulls a fucking ring out of his pocket. 

           Bucky stares at the silver band, then at Steve, then back at the silver band. “Oh my god,” he manages. His brain doesn’t know what to do; it’s like a wild chimpanzee is sitting behind the wheel, just smashing buttons randomly. His heart starts beating in a really unhealthy quick way, and a whole ton of butterflies is set loose in his stomach. “You asshole,” Bucky says eventually, “I got you a self-made card, and you bring out a ring?” And with that, he tackles Steve to the floor and smashes their lips together, kissing him senseless, the box with the ring jammed between their bodies. When he has to come up for air again, he looks down at Steve, breathing heavily. “That’s a yes, by the way, just so we’re clear.”

[daddypooltm]

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F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

He’s a little too good at it lol. But sometimes he uses lame puns and pick-up lines and not everyone is into that. Most of his flirtations are just to annoy or distract people, just for fun - that’s when he’ll mostly use puns and pick-up lines. But when he’s serious, it can be playful, fun, romantic, or even NSFW.

[heroprogeny]

cont. from [x] with @weaponizedembrace

“ ‘m on a strike. No Buck-Buck, no cooperation,” Francis explained as he was hoisted up on his feet. Had it not been for Bucky’s grip, he would’ve stumbled, temporarily not very graceful. The man’s hand felt cool to his burning skin, so Francis leaned into it. “Mmm... nice...” he mumbled, letting Bucky get him to bed without the slightest hint of protest. Odd thing for Francis since he could be rather stubborn and oppositional. “You’re staying, right?” Whining, sounding almost fearful, as he clung to Bucky’s hand once he’d crawled back into bed.

[hydrasweapon]

@weaponizedembrace​; cuddly meme (accepting) Jamie said:  “You’re a good pillow.”

           Bucky puts his foot down about Gone With The Wind because it is a superior movie, and Jamie needs to expand his horizon. They order pizza from an Italian place two blocks away, and Bucky makes some fruit salad as dessert while Jamie pulls out the couch, so they have enough space to stretch out during the four-hour-long film. They also pile all the snacks they can find on the coffee table (again: 4 hours!). When they can be sure that they’re not about to die of malnourishment, they sit down and start the movie, happily munching through the pizzas (Bucky finishes all the leftovers because there’s always space in his stomach). 

            They’re two hours in and sprawled all across the couch when Jamie rolls over and puts his head on Bucky’s stomach. “You’re a good pillow,” he tells Bucky solemnly. Bucky flicks his ear softly. “I had a big dinner,” he complains, tapping his belly. “Otherwise you’d lie on abs as hard as steel. You’d get a skull fracture.”

[hydrasweapon]

@weaponizedembrace; cuddly meme (accepting) Steve asked:  “Are you even wearing pants?”

           They’d gone for a nice stroll to visit the Arc de Triomphe, but shortly before they’d reached it, a snowstorm had hit Paris, and they had to run all the way back and across the Seine to their little hotel (hailing a cab would have been suicide given the driving conditions). Bucky was chilled to the bones, teeth chattering, and Steve dropped him off at their room to go and get some hot tea and something to eat from the hotel’s small restaurant. Bucky peeled off his wet, slush-covered clothes in the bathroom, put his muddy boots under the heating, and then grabbed a quick shower to warm himself up a tiny bit. Afterwards, he wrapped himself up in one of the enormous thick blankets on the bed, distinctly burrito-shaped, and waited until Steve came back. Steve put tea and plates with savoury crepes down on the table, went to get rid of his own wet clothes, and then snuggled up to Bucky, which was a superb ending of this day.

          “Well, I guess we try our luck tomorrow again,” Bucky said, and because he didn’t have his hands free (they were buried beneath the blanket), he started to kiss on Steve a little which he seemed to take as an invitation to give Bucky a grope and paw at his butt. Then Steve wormed one hand beneath the blanket and found Bucky’s naked knee: “Are you even wearing pants?” Bucky wondered why he sounded so astonished. “I’m not wearing underwear,” he corrected. “Or anything at all, really.”

[hydrasweapon]

@weaponizedembrace​​, sentence meme (accepting) Steve said “Anyone else wanna say something stupid?”

         It had started with Stark, which is not that surprising because most stupid things started with Stark doing something. This time he’d innocently asked if Bucky wanted to watch a show titled Queer Eye. Bucky’d stared at him with a frown because why would he want to watch that? “Queer Eye. Because you’re queer, too?” Stark had helpfully offered, and he hadn’t even looked like he wanted to insult Bucky. Bucky’d felt his face grow hot and his chest tight with anger. “I’m not queer.” Barton had laughed, then, disbelieving: “Aren’t you banging Cap?”

           “I’m not queer.” And it was usually the other way around, but nobody needed to know that. “Well, then, gay,” Stark’d butted in with a dismissive wave of his hand. And that word was a little better because Bucky still interpreted it as merry or light-hearted, but he knew these days homosexuals used it to describe themselves. “I’m not gay,” he’d insisted, and then both Barton and Stark had thrown words around, trying to outdo one another with descriptions of Bucky’s sexuality, while the person they’d talked about had sat shell-shocked on the couch. He didn’t even know how to explain his feelings himself, didn’t know if he wanted to, really, save for maybe I love Steve, and I like it when he touches my dick.

         Then, of course, Steve came in, grasped the gist of what was going on, and launched himself into a 20 minute Captain America speech about freedom of choice, of deciding how and what to feel and what words to use for it, and how shameful it was for people to try and force their opinions on somebody, complete with a stern jaw and an I’m disappointed in you, son face. “Anyone else wanna say something stupid?” he asked finally. Barton and Stark were glassy-eyed but mutely shook their heads. Bucky wanted to kiss him. “You don’t mind that I don’t want to use that word for me yet?” he asked quietly when the other two men were out of earshot.