Scrabble (w/bucky barnes)
Imagine: You and Bucky are enjoying a weekend off when you suggest playing a game Buck used to play back in the day. He's not as good as he remembers.
Contains: soft and healed Bucky because he deserves it ok I will personally seriously maim anyone who comes for my favorite soldier
Warnings: Implications of smutty activity, but no descriptors/details
You had never been as content as you were right in that moment.
It was a late Sunday morning and you were in bed, boyfriend curled around you. Bucky was still asleep, scruff tickling your skin and cold toes pressed against your legs. His metal arm rested on your hip, the other thrown somewhere under the mountain of covers.
His metal fingers would flex every once in a while, making you smile as he dreamt. The nightmares had faded significantly, becoming less and less frequent the longer you two were together.
Bucky had a lot of normal dreams now; grocery shopping while naked, being at the dentist, fighting Godzilla-that last one came the night after you watched the old classic.
But he woke up from every one of those dreams with a smile on his face. To him, even the uncomfortable dreams were special. They were a sign of normality.
"I floss," Bucky mumbled, breaking you from your thoughts. You bit your lip, trying desperately not to laugh. But the thought of Bucky arguing with someone about whether or not he flossed was too funny. As you giggled, chest shaking, he began to stir.
He hummed, eyes slowly blinking open.
"Sorry," you spoke softly once you got your laughter under control. "I didn't mean to wake you up."
"Is everything okay?"
If you weren't already laying down you would have swooned. Bucky's voice was already pretty deep, but his morning voice? Phew.
"You were talking in your sleep again, it made me laugh."
He groaned, tightening his arm around you and pulling you closer to him. "Not again. What was it this time?"
"Flossing."
Bucky chuckled, laying his head on your chest. Your hand automatically moved to his head where you began running your fingers them through his hair.
“My dentist didn't believe I was flossing."
You snickered.
“I could tell, you sounded mad."
"I was. I told him I did it twice a day and he didn't believe me."
You hummed, the room going quiet again as you played with Bucky's hair.
"What should we do today?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"We should do something. It's so rare to have a day off."
"Exactly, so let's just relax."
"I guess I could go for some relaxation."
You continued to weave your fingers throughout his hair, thinking.
"Oh! We could play some board games today. Board games and cuddles and coffee sounds like a good Sunday."
Bucky lifted his head from your chest to give you a sweet kiss. "That sounds perfect."
You slid out of bed, even as Bucky groaned and made grabby hands at you. "I'm gonna put on some coffee and pick our first game!"
There was a chill in the air so you slid on your sweatpants and one of Bucky's hoodies. You happily skipped to the kitchen, turning on the coffee pot before moving to the closet that held all the board games.
Bucky shuffled out of the bedroom a few moments later, going straight for the coffee.
"Any game preferences?"
"Whatever you want, babe."
"How about Scrabble?"
"Sure."
You cheered, bringing the game over to the kitchen table where Bucky sat with his coffee and some toast.
"I haven't played this in forever, but it was my favorite growing up. Have you ever played?"
"Well not to brag, but I was a scrabble master back in the day," Bucky puffed out his chest.
“We’ll see about that."
You set up the game, then got yourself coffee and a bowl of cereal before settling at the table.
"Oldest always goes first, so go ahead old man."
Bucky glared but spun the board to face him.
"I'm going to crush you," he muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing!" He called in a sing song voice while he put down his first word; sweet.
As you were in charge of recording the points, you wrote down his before spinning the board towards you with a sly grin on your face.
“If that's the best you got, you're going down."
"We'll see about that doll."
•
"That's not a word!"
"Yes it is!"
"No it isn't! I've been playing this game way longer than you have and it has never been a word!"
"Last time you played was in the 1930's Buck! Words have evolved!"
Bucky frowned at the board where you had just placed the word Jeggings, branching off of his earlier word Jeans.
"Whatever, cheater. What are the points now?"
"124 to 56."
"See? I'm winning without cheating."
"124 points to me, 56 points to you."
"What?!"
"I'm winning,” you confirmed with a toothy grin.
Bucky crossed his arms, glaring down at the board.
“I can make a come back, just you wait."
"I'm waiting."
"Shut up."
•
"It's okay to give up, Buck."
"I never give up."
You rolled your eyes at your extremely dramatic boyfriend.
The game of Scrabble was nearing it's end. There were no more letters in the bag, and the two of you had only a few letters left. You had finished your turns, electing to take a deduction of 5 points for your remaining letters. But Bucky refused to call it quits and take a deduction of 15 points, claiming 'every point counts.'
"I don't think that J is going anywhere, babe."
It was true. The board was full of crowed words and there was no way he was going to be able to stick a J anywhere.
"Yes it is."
Rolling your eyes you stood up from the couch. "Alright well you work on that and I'm gonna make us lunch."
Yeah, it was lunch time already. That was how long this game had gone on. You bounced around the kitchen, putting together two sandwiches as Bucky continued to sit in front of the Scrabble board and stare in tense concentration.
Walking back into the living room you announced lunch was ready before setting down Bucky's sandwich and a soda. You sat down with your own food, digging in as your boyfriend remained utterly still.
"Buck, you tried your absolute best. But the board is totally full, there's no where for anything else to go."
Nothing.
You continued to eat and Bucky continued to sit and stare at the board. Eventually you finished your sandwich and drink, then Bucky's, before cleaning up the kitchen. Back in the living room the solider was still going strong. As this point you were convinced he was just doing this to get a rise out of you.
But two could play at that game, and you weren't afraid to play dirty.
Sighing dramatically, you stood behind the couch and behind where your boyfriend was sat in silence.
"Do you think the AC is broken? I feel like it's getting a bit hot."
Nothing.
"Maybe it's just me, but I swear it is hot in here."
Nothing.
Huffing, you slipped your sweatpants off and swung them over his head and across the living room.
Nothing.
Glaring at the back of his head now, you took your shirt off and threw that in the same direction as the pants.
Nothing.
Gritting your teeth, you then took off your undergarments and tossed them too.
NOTHING.
Throwing your hands up in the air you shouted, "Unbelievable!"
Stomping now, you moved around the couch and stopped directly in front of the coffee table and Bucky with his head down. You crossed your arms, jutted out your hip and tapped your foot.
"Buck?"
He refused to look up, and for a moment you really considered just strangling him.
In a last ditch effort you said, "Alright! You win, Buck. You win."
His head shot up, a triumphant smile on his face.
"Really? I-" His voice died off as he took in your current state.
"You-" he gulped, hands clenching and unclenching.
You grinned wickedly, enjoying his reaction. "I said you were the winner. Was I lying, sir?"
You uncrossed your arms, letting them fall to your sides.
And not a moment later Buck had you over his shoulder as he headed back towards the bedroom.
A perfect Sunday indeed.
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