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Rockets of Love - Chapter Six

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader (Gaming AU)

Chapter Summary:   After your friend's betrayal, you struggle to accept Bucky's words of reassurance. You flirt. You play. There's a line crossed somewhere. Where? Over there. I can't see it. Oh well, never mind...

Words:  ~3.9k

Note: I hope you're ready for more terribly written and shameless flirting because here it comes lol more game descriptions too.

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Acronyms/terms glossary for this chapter: PUG - Pick-up Game AFK - Away from Keyboard DP - Double Penetration/Double Damage Frag - kill

Warnings:   Self-esteem issues, shameless flirting, some saucy talk, innuendo, language, gaming-typical violence, alcohol consumption/drunkenness, a bit of angst/slight argument

***18+ content - this content is written for adults.  Minors do not interact***

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Betrayal.  What a terrible feeling.  How could she?  And Denise?  She helped.  Your eyes watered as you looked at the pictures of yourself.  Becca always told you that you were beautiful, inside and out, but the rest of the world rarely agreed.

You didn’t really feel like reading Bucky’s replies but you might as well see all of the damage.

Babe!  You know you didn’t have to send me this.  Which one is you?

XXX

His next email.

Never mind, I got the second one.

Honey, I have to say, you’re cute as hell.  Your perfect little doll face, that smile, and those stunning eyes 😍

You look great!  Jeez, those curves!  Damn!  I can see I’m going to have to work harder to keep you away from those speed dating douchebags lol

Mr Hottie X

Was he crazy?  Or was he trying to be nice?  His last and final email really made your heart jolt.

God you’re even gorgeous when you’re giving stink-eye lol that’s impressive.

Oh and you look so sexy when you’re laughing.  Now that’s the only thing I’m going to see when I hear you laugh.

You can send me pictures any time you want, sweetheart.  Shit, hurry up and come play with me… I need to hear that voice of yours before I die of loneliness lol

Yours X

You were baffled.  He seemed to be genuine about his compliments and he didn’t seem to want to push you away.  Hell, it felt like the opposite.  Maybe things would be ok after all.  It didn’t stop your scepticism or even your outright denial of the things he was saying about you.  You knew who and what you were, and enough people had insulted you before for you to know what most people thought of you.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, buzz fading into tiredness now.  You checked the last message on your phone.  It was from Becca.

[BECCA]  Home safe.  Den too.  Had fun.  Text me in the AM.  Love you x.

You didn’t reply.

Picking up your headset, you heard Bucky talking.

“I dunno man, she seemed upset.”  There was a pause.  “I can’t call her, I don’t have her number.”

There was no one else in the chat; he must be talking on the phone.

“Steve, I’m begging.  If you have it, you don’t need to give it to me, I know she wouldn’t want anyone to give her number out, but please, just call her.”  He sighed.  “Right, what about Nat?”

You heard him pacing.  He’d taken his headset off and left the mic open.

“Yeah, she probably is fine.  She’s at home but she’s been drinking tonight, something happened and she went AFK about half an hour ago.”  He groaned.  “Yeah, you’re right.  I’m drunk and stressing the fuck out.  Yeah, I probably did upset her, which is what I’m worried about.”

Half an hour?  Had you really been away that long?  You unmuted your mic and cleared your throat in the hopes that he’d hear you, but he didn’t.

“Hey.”  You said loudly.  “I’m back.”

“Hang on Steve, I think that’s her.”

His mic rustled as he fumbled with it.

“You there?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”  You said, feeling bad that he’d worried.  “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.”  He said softly.  He held his hand over his mic before he addressed Steve again, but it did nothing to muffle the sound.  “She’s alright.  Sorry, and thanks, bro.”  He chuckled, relieved.  “Yeah, I know.  See you in game in a few.”

Bucky settled himself before he spoke again.

“Everything okay?”

“Yes and no.”  You said with a sniff.

“What happened?”  He sounded strained.

“My friend Becca happened.”  You huffed.  “I didn’t send you those pictures, Bucky.  She did.”

“Oh.”  Now he sounded confused.

“In the taxi home she snatched my phone.”  You let your irritation come through.  “She saw your picture, had a few things to say about it and decided to send a few of her own.”

“She sent me pictures of herself?”  You could almost hear the frown in his voice.

“Oh, um, no.”  You said cautiously.  “They were of me, but she sent them thinking she was being cute.”

“I can tell you’re pissed off.”  He sighed.  “I’m sorry me sending you a picture started the whole thing off.”

You sighed.

“No, actually, I’m not sorry.”  He sounded almost defiant.  “Well, I mean, I am.  I’m sorry you’re upset at your friend but I’m not sorry that she did what she did.  I finally got to see you!”  He sounded like he was smiling again.

“Look, can we just not talk about picturegate? I just wanna play.  I’ve had enough focus on my appearance for one night.  I don’t need it here where no one can actually see me.”

“Picturegate?”  He snorted.  “Sure thing, sweetheart.”

Bucky was silent for a moment before a message flashed up on your screen.  It was from him.

FROM: [AVG] The Winter Soldier – Re:  I adore the way you look ❤ …

You guys mainly used the subject lines of the console messaging service which meant that you didn’t have to open the message to read when you were playing.  The three dots at the end of the subject meant that there was text in the body of the message.  You opened it up, rolling your eyes.

From: [AVG] The Winter Soldier – Re:  I adore the way you look ❤ … MSG:  Please don’t kill me!

You laughed.  He was such a joker.

“You’re an asshat.”  You threw out a good-natured insult.

“I’ll take it.  Definitely been called worse in my time.”

“I bet.”

“C’mon.  We’ve got a bit of time before these guys start showing up for this PUG and Mr Hottie wants some alone time with you and your sugar lips before we get spectators.”  He chuckled, knowing fine well what he was doing.

“Sugar lips?”  You smirked and blushed, glad that he could see neither.

“Oh, yeah.”  He teased.  “Those perfectly plump lips look sweet enough to kiss.”

Ohmygod!  Your tummy did a flip but your brain said play it cool.

“Do you want a side order of crackers with that cheese, sir?”

Bucky laughed so hard he started coughing.

“Sooo mean.”  He teased again.  “Are you giving me that super sultry stink-eye right now?”

You joined Bucky’s private game lobby and it asked for a password.  You’d played privately with him before but the regular password of ‘AsswordP’ didn’t work.

“I might be giving you that look, yeah.”  You teased back.  “Especially since your assword pee doesn’t work.”

Bucky chuckled.  “You can give me that look until the cows come home, babe, and I’ll still adore you.”

“Oh shut up!”  You grumbled playfully.  “Just tell me the damn password.”

“What’s my name?”

“Bucky?  Buck?  Winter?  James?”  You said.

“Nope, nope, nope and nope!”  He popped the p on the last nope.  “C’mon sugar lips, you can do better than that.”

You typed in ‘Mr Hottie’ and the game started loading.

“There you go!”  He laughed into what sounded like a glass and you heard the tinkle of ice.  He was still drinking.

“How pissed off are you gonna be if I start calling you Mr Hottie around the rest of the team.”  You teased.

“Do it.”  He challenged.  “Then you’re going to have to explain why I have that name, and admit to them all that you think I’m a sexy bastard.”  He sounded pretty pleased with himself.

“I don’t care.  I’ll tell them I drooled a little bit.  I’m not ashamed.”  Of course you cared.  And there was no way you’d ever tell them that, but this was Bucky and you could say almost anything to this man and not be judged or laughed at.

“Don’t go telling me I made you wet, babe.  I can barely contain myself as it is.”

“I didn’t say you made me wet, though technically some moisture passed some lips, so I guess, by definition, I can give you that one.”  You clicked your tongue in your cheek as if you’d given him a wink.

He groaned playfully.

The game had already started and you’d been running the map.  It was one you weren’t all that familiar with, from a new map pack that you’d only just started playing through.  Wherever Bucky was in the labyrinth of underground tunnels and the crushed remains of an old star ship, he wasn’t nearby unless he was stationary.

“Where are you hiding?”  You taunted him.  “Are you hiding in the corner touching yourself.”

“Maybe I am?”  He toyed back.  “You can’t just say moist lips to me and expect me not to get distracted slightly.”

“Slightly?”  You feigned incredulity.  “If you heavy-breathe any louder I’ll have to file a restraining order.”

You both laughed, and it felt great.  You felt free and happy.  He sounded amazing with his spontaneous and genuine chuckle.

“Oh you’re soooo gonna get it now.”  He threatened flirtatiously.

“Yeah?”  You teased, listening for his movements around the map.  “Promises, promises.”  You said as you heard the tell-tale clink of him picking up a piece of consumable body armour, probably the helmet.

“Oh, babe, you have no idea.”

“Why don’t you show me then, Mr Hottie!”

He didn’t reply but you saw his grenade out of the corner of your view.  There were two, in fact, both thrown in such a way that there was nowhere you could go without one of them catching you.  You dodged towards the second one, shooting it with your scatter gun.  It exploded before the first grenade, giving you a split second to jump further from that first one.  As you jumped towards the explosion you’d created, the first grenade popped.  You took damage from the one you shot down but it was minimal.  You ran for more health.

“That was nice.”  He said, moving to intercept you.

“Thanks.  I really thought you had me.”

“I fully planned to have you.”  He teased.

“So sure I’m going to lay down and take it, are you?”  When had you both graduated to such unabashed flirting?

“Well, I was hopeful.”  He chuckled.  “Is that something you’d be open to?”

“Wha-!  What are we actually talking about?”  Your laugh was nervous and ever so slightly excited.

“Honestly, I thought I knew, but after your reaction I’m not so sure.”

Bucky was behind you.  You could hear him jumping across a lava pit just around the corner.  You bounced a scatter shot against the wall.  It rebounded off two walls to make it around the corner where the loud groan of his character told you, you’d hit him good.

“How the hell?”  He backtracked.

“Physics.”  You said with a smirk.  “And a good pair of ears.”

“You can hear me?”

“Yeah.”  You threw another couple of rebound shots to make sure he’d got the message and wouldn’t follow you.  “Even your character is heavy breathing for me.”

“Why you little…”  He came running, through the doorway to the side.  He was laughing but his character was throwing rockets your way like there was no tomorrow.

You dodged through a revolving warp gate and found yourself in a temporal hub where all the power-ups spawned.  Depending on the phase of the gate when you passed through you could access a different power-up.  The double damage consumable was glowing purple right there in front of you.

“Ohhh, you’re gonna hate me so much if I pick this up.”

“What is it?”

“The double penetration.”  You smirked.

“Normally in singles competitions, power ups like that are banned.”  He said.  “If I’m playing against randoms and they want to pick it up, I say that’s up to them.  All that’s gonna happen is I’m gonna frag them anyway and take the perk myself.”

“It’s not illegal if you kill someone for it?”

“Hell yeah it is!” he snorted, “but there’s no championship rules here.  If you want it, pick it up, just don’t be mad if I frag you for it.”

“Bring it, Mr Hottie!”  You picked up the perk, causing your vision to discolour slightly; everything had a blue tinge to it.

The woosh of the warp gate being used again made you dodge to the side.  Bucky was there but he was kind of hollow.  You could see him there, looking at you from a different temporal realm.  The power-up he had access to was a nuclear warhead.

“You’re gonna wish you hadn’t said that when I shove my mega-torpedo up your ass.”  He snickered.

“What’s the damage on that thing?”  The mini-nuke warhead was a new insertion into the game with this new expansion and map pack.  You could fire it off at a target or guide it around looking for your target, which was fun but left you vulnerable.

“No idea.”  He ducked out through the warp gate with his new toy.  “The blast radius is massive in an open area though.”

“What about tunnels?”

“You gonna hide until I get bored of lugging this thing around?”

“I might.”  You picked up your favourite toy; rocket boots.  “It looks like it’s too big for me to handle.”

Bucky laughed involuntarily.  “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“Nope.”  You shut him down.  “You’re gonna buy me dinner first before I’ll even consider it.”

“Seems reasonable.  What’s your favourite?”

“Cantonese.”  You said, concentrating on the sounds around the map.

“I can get behind that.”

You saw him, running out in the open.  You could take his head off but there was a chance he’d survive if he’d picked up the right armour.  Or you could let him shoot the nuke and try to shoot it out of the air, hoping you could get behind cover before it could kill you.  Or you could just let him kill you.

Nope.  Not an option.

“I can see you, running around with your giant robocock out, ready to shoot your load.”  You chuckled and he guffawed.  “Like you said… restraining order.”  You both started howling with laughter, Bucky gasping to get control of himself.

“Fuck me!”  Bucky groaned when he finally stopped.  He’d actually stopped running too, and his character just stood still where he was.

“Is that an offer, or a demand?”  You used the words he’d used in one of his emails, letting your voice drop low in what you hoped was the audio version of ‘bedroom eyes’.

He made a small, choked noise but didn’t reply.  When his character started moving again he saw you in the entry of one of the tunnels.  Shooting off the nuke, he started to run for cover.

You scoped your sniper and plugged a round into the warhead but it kept on coming - a slow moving harbinger of death – your death – and it would give Bucky First Blood.

You shot again.  Nothing.  Again.  Nothing.  The warhead was dangerously close and on a path that would take it right into the tunnel with you.  There would be nowhere to run.  Another shot and the thing finally exploded, sending its shockwave of certain death out in all directions.

You used your rocket boots to propel yourself further into the tunnel, throwing yourself around as many corners ad you could, which was just two.

The boom of the nuke going off was loud.  Your controller vibrated furiously in your hands as the shockwave rolled through the map.

“FIRST BLOOD!”  The announcer called and Bucky cursed.

“Motherfucker!”  Bucky’s death went to you.

The wave of the explosion powered through the tunnel, reaching you just enough to ebb your health away down to a sliver.

“How the hell did you not die?”  He wasn’t pissed but he was surprised.

“I’ve only got like five hit points left.”  You chuckled.

Bucky respawned and came for you immediately.  The pinging sound of scattergun pellets preceded him.  It would only take 1 single pellet to take you down unless you could get some more health.  You saw him first and plugged him in the head with a sniper shot.  You still had the DP so there was no chance he’d survive.

“NO WAY!”  He called out, exasperated.

As he expired, the last of the scatter shot pellets rebounded near you, catching you and taking you out.

Bucky’s TV called out:  “REVENGE KILL!”

“Sorry that was a cheap kill.”

“A frag is a frag.”  You said sweetly.  “At least we learned something.”

“What’s that?”

“Two things, actually.”

“Hmm?”  Bucky said to the sound of clinking ice.

“The nuke takes the equivalent of eight sniper rounds to bring down.”

“How eight?”

“I had the DP.”

“Ahhh.”  He said slurping another mouthful of his drink.  “What’s the other?”

“Well,” you started coyly.  “I can definitely handle your giant robocock, and its pay-load.”

He snorted, spurting his drink all over the place.

“Godddamnit woman!  That’s the second time you made me spew good whiskey all over myself.”

“You still love me though.”  You teased sweetly.

“Yeah.”  He grumbled.  “I probably do.”

You tried not to read too much into that.  It wouldn’t be the first time you’d misinterpreted something someone said.

You carried on playing, falling back into your routine of warming up for a clan match-up.  Pick-up games weren’t exactly clan match-ups but players played hard like they were.

Your first game with Bucky had been more cat and mouse as you’d worked your way around a map that you scarcely knew, but the following games were fast-paced and brutal.  Out of five games played, Bucky won three and you won two.

He played better than you did when you were both talking but he also played harder because he knew you were so good.  He had told you that once before.

‘You drive me to play better because you ARE better.  I’ve been stuck in a rut with my skill level until you came along.  Now I’m seeing you make impossible shots and using the weapons in combinations I never thought to try before, and I’m thinking differently about it, more outside the box.  You’ve really changed things up for me.  Even because I know you play at a location disadvantage, AND that you play with a damned controller where I play with a keyboard and mouse.   I’m lucky to have you. WE ARE, I mean.  The team is lucky to have you.’

Of course you had blushed and preened and told him not to be so soppy, but inside you were dancing because Bucky had said the words and you didn’t quite realise it then, but you had the biggest crush on him.

You knew it now though.  Like you knew the rhythm of your own heartbeat.  Looking at the photo he sent you; his big blue eyes, soft lips with a perfect cupid’s bow, his rich dark hair that was long but well cut, and that adorable little chin dimple.  Fuck!  It was like you were melting.

“MD?”

He was so handsome.  How could you even hope that he’d like you back?  He should be dating models and other beautiful people, but he’d done nothing but compliment you and let you know that he found you attractive.  It was only the first few hours after picturegate, so maybe he was just being nice and he’d gradually lessen his contact with you until it dwindled to clan business only.

“Oh, sugar lips?”  Bucky sing-songed playfully.

“Yeah, sorry.”  You shook yourself out of your mental musings.

“You fallin’ asleep?”  Bucky asked softly.

“Not exactly.”  You chuckled.  “Just thinking.”

“You were looking at that picture of Mr Hottie again, weren’t ya?”

“You caught me.”  You said deadpan, hoping he wouldn’t hear the truth in your cover-up.

“I can’t stop looking at yours either.”  He said seriously.  “I can’t decide which is my favourite.”

“Oh?”  You knew you shouldn’t open this up for discussion but you just had to poke the bear.

“The two with you in the blue romper, that was tonight, right?”

“Romper?”  You scoffed.  “Yes, that was tonight.  AKA speed-dating-hell night.”

Bucky chuckled at your description.

“And your friend Becca, the one you’re pissed at for sending me your pictures?”

“The tall one in the purple dress.”  You said, curling your lip.  It was only a matter of time before guys started asking about your friends.  You hoped Bucky was different.

“If I ever get to meet her, I’m gonna buy her a drink!”  He said with a half laugh.  “She has my eternal gratitude.”

“Oh, lord!”  You rolled your eyes.  “Bucky, please…”

“What?”  He feigned innocence.  “Can’t I tell a girl how thankful I am that she threw her best friend to the wolves.”

“Is that what you are?  Wolves?”  You said with a smirk.

“Something like that.”  He said, a little more fuzzily than before.  “I wouldn’t mind getting a bite of you.”

“I think someone has had too much to drink.”  You teased.

“Or not enough.”  The clink of ice against glass.  “If I’d known what it would take for me to tell you what’s been on my mind then I’d have drunk a whole bottle of scotch before now.”

There was a rasping sound like he was rubbing his hands across his stubble.

“You’ve had what?”  No wonder he was loose-lipped tonight.

“Bottle of scotch.”  He mumbled, pausing for a long while before he continued more clearly.  “God!  Those eyes.  That smile.  You’re beautiful, babe.”

“I’m not.”

“You really have no idea, do you?”  He sighed, exasperated.  “You’re not even wearing anything showy and the way your cleavage looks so plush and inviting-”

“Bucky…”  You warned him.  “Please stop.”

“The perfect curve of your hips, babe, oh god!”

“Please Bucky…”

“Those gorgeously thick thighs…”  He trailed off into a heavy sigh.  “Christ, I’m so hard right now.”

You gasped at his reveal, an angry blush filling your cheeks with a burning itch.

“Bucky stop!”  You said more firmly.  If this was a joke it wasn’t funny, at all.

“I can almost feel them wrapped around my hips, babe, squeezing me tight while I-“

“James Buchannan Barnes!”  You almost screeched at him.  “You’re being a world-class asshole and this is your goddamn line in the sand, okay?  Shut your mouth, right now!”

Fury and hurt coursed through you.  The things he was saying to you, they couldn’t be right.  It was the booze talking, or it was a joke.  No one ever found you that attractive, not even your past boyfriends, all three of them.

“I’m sorry.”  He mumbled.  “I’m shut.  My lips.  Sealed.”  You had an idea he had just made a gesture for locking his mouth shut and throwing away the key.

“Jesus, Bucky!”  You sighed, frustrated and annoyed.  Of all the things he could do.  Starting off some epic clusterfuck where he pointed out all the parts of you that you felt shitty about was one of the worst.  “Don’t fucking drink anymore, will you?”

“None left anyway.”  He huffed.

“Good.”  You felt bad for shouting at him.  He didn’t know the extent of your insecurities.  How could he?  You worked hard to hide them behind false bravado and sarcastic humour.  “Go get a coffee or something, or you’ll be useless in the PUG.”

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Sam & Bucky (part 62)

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Ooof 😍 what a seduction! I practically melted into a tingling pile of mush. Bucky in a tux, all blushing for me... I could die and go to heaven! And of course he would never flirt 🤨 that devil lol

This was a perfect build of tension and emotion - again- you're to good at this👌

The Worst Time of the Year (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 3

Summary: According to Bucky, Christmas is the worst time of the year. He hates everything about it - well everything apart from one thing: you.

Words: 2.3K

Warnings: Bucky being a bit hard on himself but very cute towards you.

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"Hey Buck, are you coming?" A slick-haired Steve curiously poked his head through the door to Bucky's room, "party's already started."

"Hang on," Bucky mumbled back over his shoulder as he tried to adjust the bow tie around his neck for the millionth time. He'd been working on it for almost an hour now, but no matter how many times he redid it, the stupid little bow still came out crooked. "I give up!" He mumbled with a deep sigh and gave it an annoyed little flick before letting his eyes wander down the rest of his black suit, "- I look stupid anyway."

Through the mirror, Bucky could see Steve furrow his eyebrows before stepping inside the room, carefully closing the door behind him. "What are you talking about? You look good!" Steve gestured with a nod, "I mean, bow tie's a bit wonky but that's it."

"I don't-- I mean, I can't—" Bucky scoffed and glared at his own reflection, "I - I can't wear this!" he shook his head and quickly undid the annoying bow tie, giving it yet another angry stare in the mirror.

"Hey, come on, let me give you a hand," Steve said patiently and stepped in front of Bucky. "What's got you so worked up anyway?" he mumbled curiously as he carefully started tying the piece of fabric hanging loosely around Bucky's neck, "last year you wore your tactical suit to the party, and the year before you didn't even show up. Now you're suddenly gonna show up in a tux?"

"Can't I just look nice for once?" Bucky grumbled and examined himself in the mirror over Steve's shoulder. He never should've shaved his beard so close; he didn't even look like himself.

"Yeah, of course," Steve grinned and tried to hold back a chuckle, "- just thought that maybe you were dressing up for someone..." he added innocently with a small shrug.

"Well, I'm not," Bucky lied with a growl and ran a hand through his hair, trying to adjust the unruly strands.

"Oh okay," Steve nodded and put the finishing touches on the bow tie, "well, you never know right?"

"Right," Bucky mumbled back and watched Steve step aside so he could take a look at the final result in the mirror. Finally, the bow tie sat perfectly in place, but Bucky still thought he looked like a Catholic school boy. "Oh God," he groaned and pulled at the collar of his shirt. "I look ridiculous in this! I should change!"

"No, Buck, come on," Steve smiled reassuringly and patted Bucky on the back, "she's gonna love it, I swear."

Bucky rolled his eyes and was just about to interject and argue that he absolutely wasn't interested in courting anyone, but also knew that his best friend wasn't stupid. He must've seen the heavy flirting going on right under his nose the past week - his annoying smirk sure suggested it.

With a deep breath, Bucky nervously adjusted his blazer jacket, taking in the ridiculousness of his situation; how he'd fought aliens, and Nazis, and other monsters without batting an eyelid, yet dressing up for you was what seemed to make him all fidgety and anxious because tonight was the night he was going to put all his eggs in one basket and go for it; tonight was the night he was going to kiss you - and it was all he'd been able to think about ever since you'd taken his hand at Rockefeller Plaza last weekend.

Realising he had more important things to do than waste the entire night fidgeting with his outfit, he anxiously took one last look at himself in the mirror before turning around with a determined expression on his face. "Let's just go before I change my mind again," he gave Steve a curt nod and strode past him and into the hallway.

"Good!" Steve clapped his hands together and quickly followed Bucky down the hall and into the elevator where he pressed the button for the first floor and waited for the doors to slide close before he spoke again. "I'm happy you're starting to socialise more," he said carefully.

"Yeah, me too," Bucky mumbled, more and more nervous by the second as the numbers on the elevator display quickly descended.

"...Any particular reason?"

"No," Bucky grunted at Steve, fully aware of what he was trying to squeeze out of him. But he wasn't going to admit to anything - not until after he'd executed his plan tonight anyway.

"Alright," Steve nodded nonchalantly, biting back a smile just as the elevator finally came to its dreaded halt. "You ready?"

"Yeah," Bucky nodded and felt how his insides squirme nervously around. He suddenly felt very naked without his thigh holster and leather jacket and had to remind himself that he'd taken an active decision to leave his tactical suit at home so he could show you that he had a presentable side as well. "Yeah, I'm ready," he took a deep breath before stepping out of the elevator and on to the balcony overlooking the entrance hall.

"Holy hell," he muttered under his breath as he gazed around the giant room that had been transformed into yet another one of yours' and Wanda's displays of winter wonderland complete with fake snow, frosty Christmas trees, and giant candy canes, giving the room a look as if he'd just stepped into a fairy tale. Carefully, he put his weight on the banister that was covered in faux pine garlands and looked around at the excessive decorations of snowy baubles and mistletoe that were hanging from all around the ceiling, giving the illusion that the party was being held in a snow-covered forest.

Most of Stark’s guests had already arrived, laughter and music coming from the floor below him, but this time, he wasn't scared about facing the crowd. He could only think of you.

With a sniper's precision, he scouted the room for you but soon came to realise that you were hard to miss: a deep flash of scarlet tulle in a sea of black dresses and navy suits immediately caught his eye as you glowed more brilliantly than the rest of Stark’s guests combined. You looked fantastic!!! The dress as elegant and radiating as your personality, the little silver stars of the fabric twinkling competitively against your glowing eyes, making Bucky's heart stop for a second before it quickly picked up its pace again. You were smiling softly, lost in conversation with Thor and Nat, laughing at something Nat had said, your hair elegantly framing your face when you laughed and tugged a stray strand behind your ear so Bucky could see the gold earrings you'd put on.

You were tapping your champagne glass softly, the long stem resting comfortably between your fingers as you lifted the glass to your lips and carefully tilted your head backwards, looking towards the elevators were Bucky stood. You saw him before the first drop of champagne had hit your lips, and Bucky instantly felt the heat creep up his spine when a warm, excited smile caught on your red lips and you elegantly sipped your champagne as you took him in, swaying a little so the sequin stars of your dress sparkled in the lights.

Fuck, he could've stayed atop those stairs, looking at you forever!

He barely registered the smug smile on Steve's face when you let your eyes linger on Bucky, moving the lipstick-stained glass away from your lips before raising it in greeting as your smile grew wide on your face. Never before had he wanted something so bad; to be covered in little strawberry bruises just as your glass was. He had to get down there and feel you between his fingertips! Feel you on in his lips! His skin!

"Told you she'd like the tux," Steve smirked and elbowed Bucky as they started walking down the stairs, Bucky's movements so rigid and controlled he almost tripped over his own damn feet as he descended the stairs.

"Shut up," he mumbled nervously under his breath, his eyes glued to you as you slowly approached him from across the room, your hips swaying tantalizingly as you crossed the dance floor.

"Good luck," Steve patted Bucky on the back and made a hard left just as he reached the bottom of the staircase, leaving you and Bucky to have your conversation in private.

You were approaching each other painfully slowly, your heels clicking elegantly against the marble flooring while Bucky felt like Bambi on ice, his limbs weirdly clunky in the fancy outfit.

"I should've guessed you'd arrive in all black," you smirked as you finally stopped in front of him, the scent of lavender suddenly all-consuming. "-although I did have my money on green, Mr Grinch."

"I was planning on it, but they ran out of green fur down at the store," Bucky joked back, careful not to let his eyes wander down your cleavage and waistline too obviously.

"Too bad you had to settle," you clicked your tongue and tilted your head, running your eyes down his body, making Bucky able to have a quick peek at your beautiful form before your eyes slowly found his again. "- well, I hope it's a consolation to know that you're still one of the best looking men I've laid my eyes on all night," you smiled at him and he near melted - oh, he was so going to kiss you tonight!

"That's... thank you-" He shuffled his feet and adjusted his shirt's cuff, trying to draw your attention away from his very hot ears. "You look very beautiful," he took a step backwards and ran a hand through his beard, gulping a little as he admired the fit of your scarlet dress, "I mean... wow!" He breathed, lost for words, and realised that for the first time in over eighty years, he felt intoxicated, high on your presence.

"You wanna know a secret?" You took a step closer to him and put your small hand on top of his shoulder, leaning in so close that he could feel your hot breath against his neck. "- I bought it thinking of you, Bucky," you whispered and brushed your fingers over his.

Bucky felt hypnotised; as if the sweet sound of his name falling from your lips had him under a spell that made his heart burst out of his chest. Slowly, he pulled his head back, looking into your big, round eyes as you smiled innocently. "...Really?" he mumbled excitedly.

"Yeah... and I was hoping for the exact reaction you're giving me right now," you wetted your lips, your skin practically buzzing with excitement.

"I'd have the same reaction if you showed up in your candy cane pyjamas," he muttered quietly and ran the outer layer of your dress between his fingers, "- trust me."

"It’s too bad candy canes are reserved for late night visits in the kitchen," you gazed up at him, your gleaming eyes half-hidden behind heavy-hooded eyelids. “- I would love to see that.”

"Then how come you're never in the kitchen at night anymore?" he mumbled, looking at your plump, red mouth.

"How would you know I'm not?" you slipped a hand under his jacket, your fingers resting on top of his ribs, "Barnes, have you been listening for me?" you quirked an eyebrow.

Bucky's heart was hammering a mile a minute as your digits caressed the shirt pocket over his pecs. Fuck, if he was gonna have a heart attack, this was definitely the way to go!

"...maybe I just liked the hot chocolate," he said mysteriously and brushed his fingers over a sequin star at your hips.

"And here you had me thinking that you didn't even like sugar," you breathed and took a step closer to him.

"Maybe you changed my mind," he mumbled.

"See, I told you I could be very persuasive," you hummed.

"Mmh very!" He ran his metal fingers over your forearm taking in the soft feel of your skin.

"How about Christmas?" You whispered, biting your lower lip and moving your face closer to his. "Do you think I can turn your aversion around?"

"You're already succeeding sweetheart," he put his hand on the small of your back and stepped so close to you that your hips were almost touching.

He could feel the shiver down your spine, could hear the smirk in your voice as you ran your fingers over his forearm and whispered, "Barnes, are you flirting with me?"

"I would never," he mumbled, moving his fingers over your back.

"Aw, that's a shame," you pulled your face back a few inches and pointed towards the ceiling, "- 'cause there's a mistletoe straight above us right now, and there are certain rules, you know."

He arched and eyebrow, "well, we wouldn't want to disobey the rules now, would we?" he mumbled feebly, ghosting his lips over the shell of your ear as goosebumps emerged on your skin underneath his fingertips.

"We better not," you breathed as he leaned in and placed a small, soft kiss to your lips that you happily reciprocated, nuzzling your fingers in his hairline at the back of his neck. "Merry Christmas, Buck," you whispered and kissed him again, your wet mouth engulfing his while his hands were sweetly caressing your hips and waist.

"Merry Christmas, sweetheart," he whispered back, and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, thinking to himself that he couldn't believe that Christmas was actually starting to feel downright delightful.

Next part

Tagging: @elemenohpe @summerofsnowflakes @theselilwonders @dexter99 @scorpionchild81 @nerdy-bookworm-1998 @dreamerglassesgirl

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Sambucky as Text Posts 1/?

[haveihitanerve]

can i just say- as much as I love the idea of Sam and Bucky actually dating- i much prefer them to just remain friends because platonic relationships are so much rarer in media and especially more recently as like everyone is gay- not that the representation isnt great i love seeing it so open and accepted(well its not hugely accepted but its progress) but I just really need more platonic love and just friendships especially good guy/guy friendships or girl/girl friendships and i would actually go feral if we were given a guy/girl friendship without any romantic attachments- steve and nat and tony and nat and clint and nat were good but people still ship them and there were like kiss/romantic moments with the first two ships in actual canon and i just... i want some platonic love please

anyway sam and bucky need to flirt more.

[buckypascal]

Truly getting tired of either Steve's character getting reduced to nothing but 'peggypeggypeggypeggy' or Bucky and Steve plotlines recycled to fit some hetero narrative 🙃

[milli-moi]

My favourite game as a comic book reader of pretty much only Black Widow content:

‘Is that just Natasha flirting or is that Bucky-cap?’

[lovelybarnes]

Found Waldo- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader warnings: does this suck?? help i fell asleep and i'm trying to post it again about: request!! bucky lookinf dor you in the crowd after a big win flirting and football

Bucky’s in the antenatal period of exhaustion, where adrenaline still thrums hard enough beneath his skin to forgo approaching aches and embrace the fresh scent of torn grass. Everything is glossy and idealized after a win; the air crisper, audience roar quieter but just as powerful.

He pants meters away from the goal, still reeling from the hum of the buzzer, the toe of his cleat still prickly warm from the ball. As has become routine, his focus moves from the game to the stands, eyebrows pulling as he searches a particular square of the stadium for his jacket wrapped around your shoulders.

It was a big game. It’s an even bigger win. He can already foresee how excited you’ll be.

His scouring is interrupted by his teammates’ noisy celebration, still far away but not for long. They’re louder than the audience but he can’t help but keep glancing back at the aisles, taken aback when he sees an empty space next to Wanda.

She catches his attention and points an emphatic arm down below to the lowest part of the stands, where you’re bouncing on the balls of your feet in the delighted dance you tend to do each time he scores. His chest hurts at the smile he can see from where he stands, the bright paint smeared across your cheeks wrinkling with them.

He raises a thumb to his nose, pushing into one side as nonchalantly as habit has allowed.

He’s far away and tiny but you catch the movement, eagerly mirroring his actions all the way from your place behind the railings, your movements far more frenetic than his. Your finger lingers, climbing down to your chest, pressing stoutly as a complement to the gesture. The distance does nothing to blur his beam, a leg shifting in your direction.

He doesn’t notice his teammates sprinting toward him in all directions like an overjoyed ambush. You can spot Steve tugging him by the shoulders and Pietro bouncing to his other side. Bucky blinks in shock but recovers quickly, accepting praise and joining celebration.

He’s as ecstatic as they are but his face never strays from your direction for too long, nodding along to something Sam says before glancing back at you.

When someone else turns to him, Bucky stops him as courteously as he can, squeezing his shoulder. “Can you give me a second?” he asks, already backing away. “Just a sec,” he promises.

You see him hold up a finger, his attention finally fully on Clint before he spins around and takes off toward you. You wonder if he’s insane as you realize what he’s doing, leaning over the metal bars to check how high up you are.

He has to look up to see you when he gets close enough, and he watches you drop to the floor and begin to force one of your arms out between the railings to touch him. “Bucky,” he hears you say. "Babe, that was—”

He doesn’t let you finish, taking ahold of a rail and pulling himself up. You pull your arm back in surprise, staring at him in bewilderment. “What are you doing?”

He winks at you from below, climbing until his hands can reach your face when you stand. His eyebrow quirks up, tongue swiping across his bottom lip. “So, how’d I do?” he asks, cheeky.

You stare at him for a second, gaze thoughtful and brows creased. You don't try to mask it when you decide on your reaction, lips contorting into as restrained a smile as you could want to manage. "You were spectacular. I have never been more alert at a football game."

"I know," he says surrepticiously. "You called me babe," he whispers, eyes widening in theatric shock. "I've never heard you say it without disgust before, you must be really proud."

You roll your eyes through incredulous laughter, shaky fingers pulling stray hair away from his eyes. "I am," you profess gently, letting them trail all the way down to his ears, pulling him closer as gently as you can. "I can't believe you found me. I guess all those Find Waldo books your mom said you were obsessed with paid off, huh?" you tease, cocking your chin to flash the lined paint. "That's actually why I did stripes."

"Prettiest Waldo I've ever found," he tells you.

You wrinkle your nose and boo. "I would never forgive you for that if I wasn't so excited right now."

He laughs, dipping down to kiss you. "That wasn't too bad. I could do worse."

“Yeah, I know,” you tell him, chiding and sweet all at the same time when you press another to his lips.

He doesn’t let you pull away too fast. “One more,” he pleads, fingers aching to touch your skin but reluctant to stain it. He’s close enough to catch every little movement of your face, utterly grateful that he knows you well enough to recognize the way your face creases is to hide your lashes pinching in surrender. “Please?”

You cock your head at him in disbelief. “I’m not falling for it,” you tell him.

“I know,” he says.

“I’m not,” you insist, brushing your nose against his when you kiss him again.

You're not, you think. Weakly.

[pandagirl45]

Bucky: *barks seeing Tony in a fitted suit*

Sam: do you have no shame?

Bucky: *deadpan* awooga

Tony: *heard it all bright red* shit, I make you go all wolf for me?

Bucky: I can get a cartoonishly large hammer to show more

Sam: I am leaving you both to your weird ass flirting *leaves*

[sunnysideprincess]

Steve "I yell and snap at him until we finally give into the sexual tension" Rogers and Tony Stark

Bucky "I brood and stare and knife aggressively at everyone else until he takes me home for some tlc" Barnes and Sam Wilson

[itsagentromanoff]

[Tony pulls Rhodey aside, complaining that Barnes is staring at him]

Tony: He's still staring at me!

Rhodey: That’s not staring, that’s flirting!

Tony: You say tomato…

Rhodey: No! I say relaxo!

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Rockets of Love - Chapter Four

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Plus Size Reader

Chapter Summary:   The speed-dating continues and in your emails with Bucky things escalate. You get to see a picture of him for the first time and he is HOT! You meet someone you instantly regret and wish you'd kept your mouth shut.

Words: 2.3k

Note:  The flirting with Bucky continues shamelessly - I'm not sorry in the slightest. I hope you enjoy ❤

There will be the occasional image and gif in the story from this point on. I've had a lot of them saved on my pc (for personal use *coughs*) for so long I've got no hope of remembering where they came from but where I have source information I will credit it.

Warnings:   alcohol consumption, sexism, fat shaming, derogatory language & behaviours, language/profanity, shameless flirting

***18+ Content - this whole fic is written for adults regardless of sexual content - minors do not interact***

Rockets of Love Masterlist

The next five dates weren’t any better in terms of a connection.  They were all too much like fuckboys, looking for a model to stick their dicks into.  One even seemed to mock you with his smug smirking as you talked, like the idea of bedding you as a pity fuck was a highly comedic idea.

“I mean, you could come home with me tonight and we’ll take it from there.”  His Lasse fair attitude was irritating.  “I’d make an exception for a good cause.”

Shit like that really made you feel stupid for even trying things like dating and socialising.  You hated this aspect of interacting with people but you plastered on some fake confidence and told him how it is.

“Listen, Joel,” you read his name badge with distain.  “You’re not my type.  I’m looking for someone I can hold an intellectual discussion with, not a one-night-stand.  I was hoping to let you down gently but since you came right out and said you want to smash, you pretty much forced my hand.  Sorry, mate.  That’s a no from me.”

“Fuck you!  Frigid bitch.”  He got up before the time limit was up and left the table.

You laughed on the outside but on the inside you were pissed off.  You could never win with guys like that.  If you fucked them you were a slut.  If not, you were frigid, bitch, cunt, or worse.  They’d call you fat, pig, ugly, and a plethora of other names and insults designed to bring you down.  Sure, you weren’t thin or super attractive but you weren’t the biggest and you weren’t all that ugly either.  People thought that people like you had no right to have standards, well fuck them in the ass, they were idiots.

You pulled out your phone to another email from Bucky.

Hey,

Look, I’m sorry if I went too far.  It’s just so easy to get carried away when I’ve had a few drinks.

I really enjoy talking to you and playing with you and I never want that to stop, so you just tell me when I’ve been an asshole and I’ll let that be the line in the sand.  Okay?

Bucky X

Slightly confused you looked back to see if there was anything in your last email to make him think he’d upset you.  You realised that you hadn’t replied to him when you’d replied to Nat.  Quickly you tapped out an answer.

Bucky…

You’ve never managed to offend me yet so you’re good.  I didn’t have time to reply in my haste to neck as much wine as possible between dates.  How else am I going to get through this catastrophe?

I’ll certainly tell you when you’re an asshole, and IF you go too far.  I quite like this loose-lipped side of you, but please stop apologising… You sound like me FFS.

Just wait until I tell you about this latest asshat.  Basically he invited me for a one-night-stand pity fuck.  I turned him down on the grounds of his waning intellect haha!

This is the last time I let anyone drag me to one of these things even if I’m only here in a supporting role.

See you in a few,

MD X

One more date before the next bathroom/smoke break and the guy was actually alright.  Bit mousy in the looks department but he was smart and funny and nerd just like you.  You talked shop, him being a programmer for a smartphone company and you being a high-level tech support agent.  He seemed impressed with your skills and even went so far as to ask you for another date there and then.  You would have liked to, but his breath was pretty smelly and you just couldn’t cope with it.

“Sure.”  You smiled at him when he asked for your number.  “You’ll get my details from the dating coordinator when we both tick yes on our sheets.”  You smiled and ticked yes where he could see and he did the same.  You felt terrible crossing it out after he left and ticking “no” instead, but you weren’t going to have a conversation about oral hygiene with a grown man, and certainly weren’t going to be kissing him.

During your next break you checked your phone to find one email from Bucky.

Babe,

If I were there I’m sure I’d be begging you to take me home too.  A one-night-stand seems a little short sighted but I’d take what I could get.  Pity fuck?  Was he that pathetic to ask you to fuck him out of pity?  Jesus.  I suppose his balls were big enough to ask lol

I love that you’ll call me out on my bullshit lol.  You’re fucking awesome.  Though… You do realise now you’ve told me that you’ll let me know IF I overstep the mark that you’re going to get so fed up of my loose-lipped bullshit you’re going to have to block me like some crazy stalker.  Maybe get a restraining order.

Does “see you in a few” mean you’ll come play with me later?  Or does it mean I’ll actually get to see you?  Shit, you know we’ve never even seen each other.  Hold up.  I’ll send you a picture in a bit.

Bucky X

Oh shit!

Now that Bucky was talking about pictures, you started to get nervous.   And he was calling you ‘babe’ now, which felt weird and nice at the same time.

You replied.

Buckinator…

The pity was for me… but I’d rather let my gash heal over than fuck a piece of shit fuckboy like him.  My cobwebs will remain in place until someone I actually like can convince me otherwise.

It means I’ll play later.  You don’t need to send a picture.  I’m sure as hell not sending one lol.

MD X

Just as you sent your reply, another email from him came through… with an attachment.

So this is me…

Bucky X

Holy shit Bucky was hot!  You were caught between a grin and a look of awe, whatever the hell kind of expression that was going to make on your face.

You could hear everyone being called back to their tables so you quickly, and very honestly, made your reply.

Fuck me!  You’re a hottie.  What the hell dude?  Your GF is one lucky lady.

MD X  *drooling*

He’d never spoken of a girlfriend before but that didn’t mean he didn’t have one.  There was only one way to find out; by prompting him on it.  You pressed send as another email came in from Bucky.  At this rate you were going to have a date waiting at your table when you returned.

Babe,

seriously?  Why the hell do you need a pity fuck?  You’re fucking amazing.  I also just spat good whiskey all over myself.  Thanks for the intense imagery… again.

If your ‘gash’ is ever in danger of healing over I offer my services.  And I apologise that the guys you’re meeting with tonight are a bunch of pricks.  We can’t all be charming and chivalrous 😉

It would be lovely to see you, to put a face to the voice, but it’s not necessary.  I know you’re a private person and I’d never pressure you.

Looking forward to later.

Bucky XXX

You rushed to your table and read at the same time.  He was really laying the charm on.  Could it be the whiskey he’d been drinking?  You couldn’t recall him ever being drunk when you’d gamed, but then neither had you been.  Maybe the wine had loosened you up and he was responding to your cues?

God only knows.  You thought.  But you couldn’t lie, you were enjoying this new twist to your interactions with him.  It was exciting, giving you a pleasant tingle low in your abdomen that you hadn’t felt for a long time.

Back at your table and Becca threw you a questioning look, glancing down at your phone and back to your face.  Her raised eyebrows said ‘what the hell are you doing?’

You shrugged and played innocent.

Date sixteen was another one of those guys who were just after a one-night-stand.  This one wasn’t even a little bit reserved about it.

“I’m here to get laid.”  Tim said.  “Honestly, you’re pretty enough.  I’d fuck you.”

“Well thanks for that, Cyrano de Bergerac.”  You sighed, exasperated.  “I’ll pass.”

“What do you want me to say?”  He folded his arms across his chest.  “At least I was up front about it.”

“True that.”  You took a massive gulp of wine.  Your buzz was wearing off way too quickly.  “Maybe a little less of the ‘you’re my bare minimum criteria for sex, come to my cave’ type of shit, would work better.”  You put on a voice for your parody, not bothering to look at him, you fiddled with your glass.

“Honesty is the best policy.”  He snorted.

“Honesty isn’t always kind, though is it?”  You were about done here.  Exhausted with putting on airs for these people, trying to be polite, and nice.

“Are you always so cynical?”

“This is me on a low cynicism day.”  You finished your wine and attracted a waiter for more.  You might as well just ask them to leave the bottle at this point.

“See, I like that you’re a little darker than you first seemed.”  Tim smiled at you, flashing you a set of over-white teeth.  “A woman with a black sense of humour is more attractive than some pretty thing that looks good on your arm.  That’s the kind of woman I’d want to spend my time with.”  He looked at you coyly, as if you weren’t going to see through that fake bullshit after what he’d said already.

“How’s that working out for you, Tim?”  You swigged your wine again, less and less interested in what he had to say.

“Not too well until about twenty seconds ago.”  He levelled a look at you that said ‘bedroom eyes’, and you actually snorted, almost spitting wine in his face.

“Really?”  You rolled your eyes.  “I bet your pick-up lines are priceless.”

When Tim moved on to Den’s table you really hoped he didn’t ply her with bullshit.  If he was honest with her she’d probably fuck him and not care about it being just a one time thing, but if he plied her with compliments and made her feel good then she’d be in it for relationship goals and would be mortified when he didn’t call back after the first hook-up.

You checked your phone for emails from Bucky (let’s not beat about the bush, his was the only name that you wanted to see in your notifications) while you waited for Becca to be done with your next date.

Stop!  You’re making me blush.  There’s no girlfriend, no wife, no significant other.  Wait!  Was ‘fuck me!’ an offer or a demand?

Mr Hottie X

You laughed out loud as Becca was forced to stop talking to your next date.  She was smiling and simpering, and everything.

This guy must be nice.  You thought.

WRONG!

With the seventeenth date, you discovered that not all men were happy about girl gamers, contrary to popular belief.  Your experience had been that men online thought of girl gamers much like unicorns – a rare mythological creature scarcely seen and, rarer still, experienced first-hand.

“Games are sports, and female gamers are like female sportspersons.”   A fitness freak called Tony said.  “They’re substandard and devalue the game.”

“Seriously?”  You didn’t know what to say to him.  Sexist wanker.

“Yeah.”  He was firm.  “There’s no female sportsperson better than any male sportsman.”

“So you’re saying that no woman in the world can beat any man in the world at any game?  Even online games?”  You scoffed.  “That’s ridiculous.  I play well enough to kick plenty of guys in the ass.”

“What game do you play?”  He scowled.

“Orion Protocol.”  You said without thinking.

“Hmm?”  Tony huffed.  “I play that.  What’s your gamer tag?”

“MoonDragon.”  You said reactively as your temper flared.

There was no way this shithead was going to tell you that he was better than you at that damn game.  You knew you were good.  You were in one of the best clans in the whole damn game and were good enough for Bucky to call you one of their ‘big guns’.

“Fuck off!”  He laughed.  “You’re [AVG]MoonDragon?  Not a chance in hell!”

Shitshitshitshitshit!  Damn wine.  Damn pride.

Adrenaline surged, sending your heart into overdrive and your chest tingling with the first stages of panic.  Your regret was instant.

Your face was beet red, even under the make-up, you could feel the burn prickling your skin but you remained silent.

Breathe.  Breathe.  Your frown matched his.

“MoodDragon is definitely a guy.  I’ve played with him.  The style is unmistakeable, no girl can do what he does.”

“What’s your tag then?”  Pride and frustration mixed together to form a writhing mess of emotion in your chest and gut.

“I’m [HDR]Taskmaster.”  He was all smug and cocky.  “Though I play on an alternate account too.”

“[HDR]?  Never heard of them.”  Alternate account?  That was why you didn’t know the name.

“Haven’t heard of HYDRA?”  Tony laughed at you mockingly.  “We’re one of the oldest clans in Orion Protocol.  We’ve been around since the beginning.  Arch nemesis of The Avengers, in fact.”  His eyes were twinkling with glee.  “You should know if you’re in the Avengers.”

“What’s your alt, then?”  You pushed.

The buzzer went off for the five minute date timer and Tony stood.

“I’ll see you around, loser.”  He moved to the next table and refused to look your way again.

[vibraniumarm06-bucket]

Open Your Heart

Summary: Moments where Bucky tries to flirt with you

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: "***" means time skip. My requests are open :))

J.B.B. Masterlist || Main Masterlist

James Buchanan Barnes was a man of few words. He never expressed what he was feeling and kept it bottled up. After what happened in Germany, Tony and Steve managed to reconcile, talk things out, and get Bucky the help he needed in Wakanda. Tony worked on getting pardons for everyone that required them. After working on fixing the new dynamic that left a hole in the team, Fury recruited you into the team to help solidify the team and get them back to a place of trust. 

After Bucky had the trigger words removed and was okay to come live in the compound, he avoided you. At first, it was because you were an absolute ray of sunshine and never backed down from anything and he didn’t want to corrupt you with his darkness. Instead, he just stared at you from a distance and took you all in. But, that never stopped you from trying to be his friend. He grew closer to you and like the rest of the team confided in you about anything and everything. 

His therapist had said that this was good, that he was opening up to someone other than Steve. He had then mentioned that maybe Bucky had feelings for you and that in order to start showing emotion to flirt with you. Bucky had scoffed at the idea of being given homework, but it did not stop the blush that formed on his cheeks when he saw you. 

You were bounding down the hallway towards him. You ran straight into him laughing loudly and hid behind him as a shield. “Protect me Bucky!!!” You squealed softly as you gripped the back of his shirt. He felt a shiver run down his spine and felt the back of his neck heat up slightly. 

Sam followed her covered in slime and feathers and it took everything in him not to laugh at Sam’s angry face. “Where is she?” he spits out and Bucky shrugs his shoulders “ Don’t know bird brain” he manages to get out with the beginnings of a smile starting to form on his face.

“You know Y/N, you can’t have Bucky protect you forever” Sam spits out before turning on his heel and heading towards his room. You just laugh as Bucky turns around to face you.

“My knight in shining armour!” You say as you hug him “ Thank youuuu!!!” you sing out as you grip him tighter. Bucky slowly wraps his arms around you and holds you close. “I’m always here for you, Doll,” he says as you both pull away. Deciding to act on what his therapist told him he tries to wink after speaking but closes both eyes at the same time leaving you confused a little. 

“Why are you blinking with both your eyes like that Buck?” He blushes and whispers “It was supposed to be a wink” But at that time Steve rounded the corner yelling out your name angrily also covered in slime and feathers. “Two for two!” You yell out laughing as you see Steve not having heard Bucky before running away before Steve can reach you.

***

In the meeting brief for the upcoming mission, you feel someone staring at you. You look up straight across from you and catch Bucky’s gaze. The intense stare of those blue eyes seems to hypnotise and freeze you to the spot. You could see thoughts pooling around in them which sends a little shiver down your spine. You cough slightly to gain your thoughts again before mouthing to him “Stop staring at me to distract me!”. Feeling flustered you look away as he begins to mouth back to you “I’m not staring to distract you”.

***

Tony had decided to throw together a last-minute costume party to which everyone had whined and groaned except you. “Oh come on guys, it’ll be super fun!” you had remarked and decided to help those who needed it to come up with costume ideas. 

When Bucky approached you for help with his costume an hour before the party was about to begin, you were already dressed as Pikachu. You had taken the time to raid your closet and put it together within two days. As you put on your headband that represented the ears you heard Bucky’s voice ring out “ I like your costume, you look very cute” , his smile was soft and there was a tint to his cheeks as he rubbed his neck. 

“Are you making fun of me?” You asked with a small pout which Bucky couldn’t deny made you look even cuter. “N-no, I mean it, you look very nice. I uh- I don’t have a costume and I need help heh ” he mutters softly as he gives you puppy eyes begging you for help. You couldn’t help the smile that breaks out across your face “I thought you would come sooner or later, which is why I put this together” you say as you head to your wardrobe and pull out a hanger that resembles a costume for Ash. You blush as you hand it to him knowing that he has no clue that it goes with yours. 

Later on in the night, Sam mentioned to Bucky how cute you both were for wearing a couple's costume yet he hadn’t taken any official steps to ask you out on a date. Or in Sam’s words “You’re not out there to catch ‘em all Bucky! You already caught the best one, make your move old man” .  It made Bucky’s heart skip a beat knowing that you care for him and might somehow feel for him as he does for you.

***

Winter had approached leaving the days more dull and dreary. You were on a walk with Bucky, Steve and Sam. The latter two were walking ahead of you and Bucky as you were beginning to feel the cold. “It’s a bit cold, you should hold my hand, so it doesn’t freeze” Bucky leaned down to whisper into your ear and you jumped slightly from his warm breath and close contact. You blush slightly looking at the ground, kicking a small stone in front of you instead of meeting his intense stare. “I’m not that cold, I can give you my gloves if you want?” You reply a little embarrassed even though you want to intertwine your fingers with his. 

You want more than just holding hands with this fine man beside you. You want to live life with him as your partner, waking up next to him, seeing all his imperfections and falling in love with him more for them. You want it all, but you were too scared to admit that to him. You were afraid he just sees you as his best friend because he wasn’t really that close to the rest of the team, Steve being the exception. 

Bucky stops the both of you before pulling you down an empty alleyway, pressing you against the brick wall. “Doll, I barely feel the cold since the serum. It takes a lot more than this to take me down” . You squeak in shock and gulp slowly as his face is so close to yours. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for a while baby,” he says tucking the few strands of hair that had fallen behind your ear. He sighs softly, eyes glancing to your lips before back to yours. “Y-you have?” You stutter wide-eyed, totally and utterly in shock that this beautiful man standing in front of you felt the same way you felt for him.  “Of course, I lo- have deep feelings for you, beautiful girl” . You wrap one of your arms around his neck and use the other to cup his cheek. You feel tears beginning to form in your eyes. “Oh Buck, I love you too” you whisper before leaning in and kissing his lips. 

“Well, it’s about time” You hear Steve’s voice in the background as Bucky kisses you back passionately, holding onto you as if you would disappear any second. 

“Thank goodness, he’ll take up her time and she won’t prank us anymore” Sam mutters to Steve feeling a little relieved but happy for both of his friends. Steve nods his head and looks up to the sky saying his thanks which they both chuckle about. 

You and Bucky pull away from each other and rest your foreheads together trying to catch your breaths. “Mine”,   “Always Buck, I’m all yours” You agree. “I’m yours too, all of me is yours, you have my heart Doll” Bucky whispers against your lips saying a mental prayer to his therapist for pushing him to start embracing his feelings.

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Sambucky as Text Posts 4/?

[sarahowritesostucky]

Kinktober, day 25:

Blackmail | Teacher x Student | Crying

Rated: Teen

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: flirting, innuendo, age gap, silverfox!Steve

Word Count: 640

Summary: "You know, you're pretty spry. For an older fellow."

A.N.: This was inspired by this fanart, by @pineapplebread

"... You know, you're pretty spry. For an older fellow."

At the sound of Barnes' voice, Steve's mouth quirks up from where he's got his back turned and has just started unwrapping his left hand. He pauses and asks, "You want to go a few rounds?"

There's a pause of consideration, and then, "No."

Steve scoffs, keeps unwrapping. "You scared?"

"Of losing? No," Barnes says. "But I'm just not sure."

Steve arches an eyebrow. "Not sure of what?"

"Of how sore a loser I might wind up bein', to you."

Steve smiles in confusion and turns around, wrapping up the binding. There stands Barnes, looking like the personification of a smarmy, cocksure grin as always. The little asshole's got the nerve to wear a Red Star Dojo tank in here, though it looks damn good on him, as do the grey sweatpants that hug right below his hipbones and show off his thighs and ass just so. Steve gives him an unimpressed look. "I've seen you take your punches, kid. You ain't a sore loser."

Bucky's eyes gleam as he bites his lip and lets it drag back out between his teeth. "I'm twenty-nine, you know."

"Twenty-nine's a kid to me."

"I'm sure it is, Grandpa."

Steve grins, invigorated by the sheer audacity of the kid, as always. But then he tells him honestly, "You're not a sore loser, Buck. You don't go down often, and when you do you're always graceful."

Bucky's grin widens as he folds his arms and leans back against one of the dojo's wooden pillars. "Oh yeah," he purrs. "I always take it real graceful, when I wind up underneath a guy." Both of Steve's eyebrows rise at the kid's innuendo, his level of daring. Bucky shoots him a wink. "That's not what I meant by being a 'sore' loser."

Steve scoffs quietly and looks down. "Oh I see."

"Do you?"

He shakes his head in amusement. This kid. "You're kind of hard to miss."

"I like to think so."

"You know: subtlety's an artform."

"Is it though?"

"Mm. Vastly undervalued in Western cultures."

Bucky's grin turns boyish. "Well that's what I'm here for. To get cultured."

"Is it?" Steve smirks. "I thought you were here to perfect the art of insubordinance."

"That's not a word."

"Beat the crap outa my students."

"I am your student."

"You're my headache," Steve drawls, walking over to where Bucky's leaning against the beam. He gets close, but Bucky doesn't move. He gets very, very close—pointedly close—fully aware of how the kid perks up in anticipation. "Take that shirt off," Steve murmurs. "Now." Bucky's eyes go bright and he bites his lip, looking delighted. Steve's mouth twitches. "Now."

Bucky's quick to obey, pulling the tank top overhead and dropping it to the floor. "Now what?" he breathes eagerly.

Steve leans in, close, lingering centimeters from Barnes' lips for a long, fraught moment. "Now ... Go grab a tank from the merch counter," he whispers. "And don't let me fuckin' see you in here in anything but the Howlies logo, from now on."

Bucky appears to have stopped breathing. His eyes go big and confused, and Steve is so supremely satisfied, he has to fight to keep a straight face. "Go on," he says, straightening up and taking a step back. He ticks his head towards the counter and then turns away all casual-like, smirking where Bucky can't see as he begins to unwrap his other hand.

Behind, Bucky makes a disbelieving sound—like a scoff, but without any breath left in his lungs to put behind it. His bare feet are silent on the tatami, but Steve's ears pick up an quietly huffed, "unbelievable," and when he looks over his shoulder a few seconds later, Barnes is gone.

He sighs and heads for the locker room, shaking his head fondly and murmuring, "Brat."

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[latibvles]

please i want to hear so badly about the mouse hole western au

Okay I don’t wanna give too much away because I am writing it but this is what I’ve been brainrotting about for the past several hours

Buck & Bucky in a Cowboy Gang probably called The Bloody Hundredth because I am ~*predictable*~. Members that we know and love include Curt, Willie, Hambone, Harrie, Carrie, Lorraine, Blakely, Dougie, and I’m tacking on more. Maybe June too. This is a big cast guys

Benny owns the Saloon that serves as their hideout. Fern sings there, Brady plays piano. I think Marge waitresses.

I have yet to decide where Jo and Rosie fit into this. Opinions are encouraged and welcomed

Viv’s dad is a wealthy banker and she’s he’s only kid as per the universe — evil man. She and Bucky meet when she beats him at an impromptu horse race. He calls her angel until he learns her name

And I don’t know how we get from Point A to Point B but at some point Bucky and his Gang are crashing Viv’s arranged wedding to steal the very willing bride

And uhhh at some point Curt dies sorry guys Nathan enabled me 💍

Save a horse ride a cowboy. Ideas for plots are always welcomed and heard because my AUs are SANDBOXES