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jadewritesficshere · 7 months

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Anniversary

Steve Harrington x female!reader

You and Steve celebrate your one year anniversary.

Warnings: pet names (Honey), p in v, creampie, cum play, breeding kink (not really but I'm adding it just in case)

18+only

You could hardly tear your eyes from Steve. He had worked all day and had just come home. He had changed into some shorts and his red sweater. His hair was falling slightly into his face, causing him to run his hand up and back through his hair.

Steve looked no different then any other day, but in this moment, even with the tiredness seeping through his bones, you could feel the love radiating off him as he smiled at you. The adoration in his gaze filled you with warmth.

You scoot closer to him on the couch, his arm absently going to the top of the couch so you could get closer. You move so close your thighs are flush against each other. You lean your ear against his chest, hearing his steady heart beat.

Steady. That's what Steve is. Reliable. Strong. Always there for you. One year together, and you couldn't imagine life without him. You both had to work today, unfortunately, so you decided to celebrate your one year anniversary tomorrow.

"What are you thinking Honey?" Steve gently trailed his fingers up and down your arm. "Kinda want to give you your present today." You mumble, turning your face more into his chest. You inhale deeply, the scent of Steve's cologne mixed with his sweat being so tantalizing. It was Steve. You wanted to bottle that smell.

Steve's chest vibrates as he chuckles," I thought we weren't getting gifts?" You shrug slightly. You don't even care if he didn't get you one, you wanted to get Steve something. You could buy every item in the mall and it still wouldn't be enough to show him how much you loved him.

"Want to exchange gifts tonight?" Steve asks softly. You pull back to look into his eyes," I thought we weren't exchanging gifts?" Steve's face flushes as he gives you a shy grin," Well i couldn't not get something for my best girl."

"Best girl?" You raise an eyebrow," Better be your only girl." Steve blinks and smiles," You're the only girl, Honey. The best and most beautiful the-" you duck your head as Steve scoffs," You are stop it! You're beautiful and amazing, you are my only girl. You're it for me."

Your heart flutters in your chest and you can't stop the smile that spreads across your face. Steve lightly taps your ass to signal for you to move. You sit up and he grins at you.

Steve slaps his knees before standing up," Well, alright then." He motions for you to follow and you stand quickly.

You waddle after him and the image of a chick following a mother hen pops into your head. You giggle slightly as Steve looks back over his shoulder at you. "Watcha laughing about?" He asks and you shake your head in response. He smiles softly and reaches back with his hand, grabbing yours and interlocking your fingers.

He leads you into the bedroom and drops your hand to open the dresser and start rifling through it. You lightly kick the door shut as Steve searches under socks and underwear for the gift.

You go over to the closet to grab his gift. You can't help but start to bite your lip from nerves. What if he doesn't like it? What if it isn't good enough? You had spent hours trying to find it but-

"Enough of that now, Honey," Steve murmurs as his thumb drags your bottom lip out from beneath your teeth. You inhale sharply from shock, not expecting him to have been so close. You turn and stare into his warm eyes. Steve's thumb lingers on your lip for a second longer before he slowly draws his hand away.

You push the rectangular box into his chest, his hand coming up reflexively to catch the gift. Your hand drifts off the package onto his pec, fingers flexing slightly snd squeezing. Steve smirks eyes trailing up and down your form. You clear your throat and tap the gift," Happy anniversary, Babe."

Steve beams at you and hands you a small square box," Happy anniversary, Honey. Here's to many more." You giggle elatedly and take the small box.

He shakes his gift, as if it would give him a clue to what is inside. Steve can't help but half laugh at your amused expression. He loves seeing you smile and would do anything to make you happy. He carefully opens the gift, folding the paper to use again later. The lid slides off the box to reveal a hockey jersey.

Steve's eyes light up, "Holy shit!" "You know how hard it is to find these jerseys in the middle of Indiana?" You tease as you watch him hold it up to himself. Steve is rambling excitedly about the player as he runs his hand over the number. The statistics fly over your head, but you are glad he liked your gift. You look down at your own present.

You tear open the carefully wrapped box, definitely wrapped better than yours. Ripped wrapping paper falls on the ground in pieces. You lift the lid on your box, tossing it somewhere behind you. Inside is a silver chain with the letter S on it. "Wanted everyone to know you're my girl." Steve takes the necklace out and motions for you to turn around.

You do so and feel the coolness of the chain lay across your neck. Steve fumbles connecting the chain for second, mumbling about how small the chain is, before getting it latched. He walks around you and stares at the S that sits above your chest. "Beautiful." He mumbles before looking into your eyes.

"Guess I'll have to get you a ring so everyone knows you're mine." You hands slide up his shoulders and land behind his neck. Steve blushes slightly as he grins wildly at you," Not if I get you one first."

Steve leans in slowly, lips barely brushing yours. A shaky exhale from either or both of you occurs before your lips meet. Soft and sweet.

It soon turns more frantic. Soft and sweet becomes passion and lust. Hands roam, tongues sweeping into each other's mouths, teeth lightly clashing.

The back of your legs hits the bed, you weren't even aware of Steve moving the two of you. You pull away long enough to discard your clothes, throwing them haphazardly on the floor. Steve trips trying to take off his boxers, falling face first onto the bed. He grumbles as he turns around, but all grumbling stops as you climb atop his lap.

Steve's hands automatically grab onto your hips, pulling you closer to him. You lean over him, holding yourself up with one hand as the other threads through his chest hair. Steve licks his lips as he eyes your bare breasts.

You grind slowly against Steve, feeling the veins on the outside of his cock rub against your folds. The tip of his cock rubbing against your clit in just the right way. Steve's hands grab and knead your ass as his eyes focus on the S of your necklace swaying against your breasts with every roll of your hips.

"Oh fuck me," Steve groans, darting his head forward to kiss and lick at your chest. You gasp in surprise and try not to moan at the feeling. Every one of your senses feels alight. Steve trails kisses up to your neck, leaving an open mouth kiss pressed against you. You can feel the warmth of his tongue collide with the cool of the necklace.

You aren't sure how long has passed, it could be five minutes or fifty, but you can feel the pressure building. Steve doesn't stop kissing, licking, and sucking on every inch of skin he can reach.

Stars alight behind your eyes as your hips spasm. You can feel your muscles tense and relax, the feeling of immense pleasure rushing over you. You aren't sure if you said his name or just moaned, but Steve's murmurs of praise fill your ears.

When the orgasm subsides, you can feel your release dripping down your thighs. Steve slowly rolls the two of you over, him propped up above you. "Did so good for me," Steve murmurs, kissing you lightly. Steve reaches over to the nightstand to grab a condom but you stop him and pull him back in for another kiss.

"I loved the present you gave me earlier," you mumble against his lips, pulling back slightly. Steve beams down at you, fingers trailing lightly down your face. "But it isn't what I wanted," you add, blinking up at Steve. Steve frowns slightly, brows furrowed. "Shit, did you ask for something and I forgo-"

"No." You smile, hand trailing up and down his lower abdomen, dangerously close to his dick. He shivers slightly at the feeling," then uh what was it you wanted? I'll go get it. Promise, anything you want I'll give you." Your grin turns slightly wicked as you slide your hands around to his ass, "I want to fuck you without a condom. Your cum. Inside me."

Steve groans and drops his head to your shoulder, faltering and pressing all his weight into you. His head burrows into your neck. His voice hitches," Fuck." You feel his dick twitch before a warmth spurts onto your abdomen. Steve moans as his hips stutter forward. You blink in shock before the realization hits.

"Did you just-" you look down as if you could see through Steve's body to your stomach. Steve whimpers slightly, nodding his head into your neck. "Sorry fuck sorry" Steve presses kisses into your neck with each word. Your hand trails up and down his spine, mind reeling.

You knew Steve would like the suggestion. You weren't expecting him to come just from saying it though. It was...kind of hot. The fact that he was so into you the thought of it alone sent him over the edge?

You shifted slightly under his weight as you felt that needy feeling appear again. Steve pulls his head back and gives you a pout," Fuck i wasn't expecting that. You can't just say shit like that." Steve props himself up and hovers over you, both of you looking at the evidence of his excitement smeared across your abdomen.

Steve sat up so he was kneeling between your legs. "What did you say you wanted?" Steve scooped some of the cum onto two of his fingers," My cum inside you?" Steve trailed his fingers down and slowly pushed into your weeping hole.

You moan at the feeling of his big fingers filling you up. It also felt slightly dirty, Steve fingering his cum into you. It was taboo, but so hot, you could feel yourself get wetter. Steve thrusts his fingers in and out, slowly at first before speeding up. He crooks his finger to hit that spot in you. You gasp as you buck your hips to meet his thrusts.

You grab his wrist haltering his movements, "Can you-? Are you?" You look down at his half hard cock," Need you." Steve swallows and nods, removing his fingers making you frown at the loss. Steve's fingers are coated in both of your releases, glistening in the light. He strokes his cock a few times, it hardening with each stroke.

"You look so good like this," Steve murmurs, leaning back over you. The tip of his dick catches against your hole, causing you both to inhale sharply.

You can feel every vein, every ridge, as he slowly slides into you. Steve's brow furrows as his mouth falls open," Oh shit- can't believe you're- fuck." Steve moans slightly as he bottoms out.

He pauses only for a second before setting a brutal pace, fast and hard. Each thrust has you gasping. "Gonna fuck you so good. Gonna fill you up." Steve moans into your ear as he nips at your neck.

Each thrusts hits just right. Your breath catches, your heart beating wildly. The love and adoration in the room overflows, so sickly sweet. "I love you," you gasp into Steve's mouth as you kiss him. Steve groans into the kiss, licking deep into your mouth.

Your body shakes as you come undone. Your vision fades to black and the only thought you can think is Steve. Euphoria from every angle, pleasure alighting every nerve in your body.

Steve moans as he feels you clench around him. He picks up his pace slightly before he comes. You can feel the thick ropes of his release paint your insides. You half whine half moan at the feeling.

Steve's chest rubs against you with his labored breaths. He rests his weight on his forearms so he isnt pressed against you- not that you would have minded. "Did i say it back?" Steve asks causing you to blink up st him. His hair has flopped onto his forehead, stuck there from the sweat, "I love you too."

Steve slowly pulls out, eyes widening as he watches your combined releases slowly leak out of your hole. He licks his lips and lightly pats your thigh before getting up to grab a washcloth from the attached bath. He returns and cleans you up before laying down next to you.

"I love you so much," Steve wraps his arms around you," Definitely need to go look for a ring." You chuckle slightly and look up at him," Not if I find one first."

#This is so sweet I think I got dental caries and diabetes #Anyways I want to do this man so bad...like so bad #I know Steve fics aren't really making rounds rn...I do not care #Any day any night i will be there for this man just name the time and place! Uh yeah!! I said what I said #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington/female!reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington/you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington smut #Jade is Talking

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sam24 · 4 months

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Man on a Mission

Summary: Apparently, someone called Bucky's girl a whore. He has now made it his life's mission to find out who.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Bucky sat at the kitchen island, eyes narrowed, leg bouncing, and the same scene from last night replaying in his head.

Bucky drew random patterns on your bare shoulder, his nose buried into your hair. You were being quieter than usual, but he knew you were awake as he could feel your hands fidgeting.

He didn’t want to press you to tell him about it, so he settled on making you feel as loved as possible, pressing kisses into your hair.

Suddenly, you broke the silence, taking Bucky by surprise.

“Buck . . . do you think I’m a whore?”

“Wha-” Bucky lifted his head immediately, trying to look at you. But you hid your face in your hands, turning away from him.

“God don’t look at me. Fuck, this is so embarrassing,” You groaned into your hands. “Forget I said that.”

“No, honey, look at me please,” Bucky gently pulled your hands down, cradling your face. “Who called you that?”

“No, no, no one,” You shook your head frantically. “I’m sorry, just forget I said anything. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“No, sweetheart, who- okay we’ll get back to that later. But you are not a whore, okay? No woman deserves to be called that in the first place. Who-”

“No, no one. I was just . . . I just randomly thought of it.”

Bucky wasn’t convinced, but he let it slide.

For now.

“Well, I don’t want you thinking these things about yourself.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay?”

You nodded, seeming relieved and a little surprised that he dropped it that easily.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

It was now the next morning, and you were at the gym with Natasha, which gave Bucky the perfect opportunity to figure out who to murder.

Steve walked into the kitchen with Sam trailing behind.

“Morning Buck.” Steve greeted. His head stuck into the fridge, trying to look past the shit ton amount of edible cookie dough you had made a couple days earlier.

“How come you didn’t come run with us, you lazy fat ass.” Sam teased, leaning on the island.

“Didn’t feel like it.” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

Suspect 1: Sam Wilson, The Most Annoying Bird Alive

Sam had a tendency to poke fun at people, but some might not take it as well as others. For example, when a barista burst out in tears last week when Sam joked about her being “all over the place” with all the orders coming in. (He came in with flowers the next day)

Bucky wondered if Sam had said something that was supposed to be funny, but you didn’t think it was and got upset.

A part of Bucky wanted to settle on Sam so he had an excuse to beat him up, but the more rational side of him realized that you had gone on one too many missions with him to think he was being serious about anything he said.

Tony then came in, holding a bunch of empty coffee mugs in his hand, practically throwing them into the sink.

“Bruce said my mugs were ‘taking up too much room’ in the lab,” Tony rolled his eyes. “Well why doesn’t he try being the goddamn genius backbone of this team.”

Bucky stared at him intently.

Suspect 2: Tony Stark, The Dick Who Can’t Set His Metal Rock Music Lower Than 98

Tony had a tendency to snap easily, especially when he was low on sleep (which was basically all the time). Everyone usually steered clear of Tony when he was moody, because he would most definitely say the meanest things, but not really mean any of it.

Bucky tried to think if it was logical that Tony would snap at you and say something. However, he came to the conclusion that even if Tony had said something, you had known him for too long to take his sleep-deprived words to heart.

“What are you looking at, Winter Schnitzel?” Tony challenged, noticing Bucky staring at him.

“Nothing.” Bucky replied, his stare shifting over to his best friend, who was grinning in amusement, but still trying to find something to eat that wouldn’t give him diabetes.

Suspect 3: Steve Rog-

Bucky stopped himself, almost laughing at himself for thinking Steve would ever call a woman a whore.

Even though you always kept the fridge full of random items you would make, Steve would never say a single bad thing about you.

For now, Bucky was stuck.

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6 hours later, and Bucky was still stuck.

You and Peter were out (God knows where), which was another perfect chance for Bucky to think.

But the problem was he couldn’t think of anyone.

Everyone in the compound adored you, so Bucky couldn’t figure out who the hell would deliberately say something to make you upset.

He dragged his shoes across the floor, cursing Steve in his head for making him go on a “stroll” because he apparently looked “pent-up”.

There was no way in hell Bucky would walk around outside, so he opted to take a walk inside, using Mother Steve’s demand to his advantage to scout out potential targets.

He halfheartedly glanced around the floor, stopping when his gaze landed on you.

He immediately grinned, not caring about the fact he probably looked crazy, and started his way over to where you were.

You were talking to someone with a bag in your hand. Bucky remembered you saying something about picking up a dress from the store for your friend. Peter was next to you, and for some reason, puffing his chest out?

But, as Bucky got closer, he realized you were talking to Jacob, the little dickwad who couldn’t take no for an answer,

“How many times do I have to tell you? Get out of my way. I’m trying to get this to someone.” Bucky heard you snap, tuning in with his enhanced hearing.

Bucky stopped, trying to assess the situation and figure out if you would appreciate him stepping in or not.

He knew you didn’t need anyone to stand up for you, but his overprotective side rippled through his body, his jaw clenching and fists balling.

“Baby, stop acting- “Jacob was cut off with a sharp slap.

The little bastard was taken by complete shock.

Meanwhile, Peter was still trying to look as intimidating as possible.

“Jacob, what the hell is your problem? I’ve told you to leave me alone more times than I can count. How fucking thick is your skull?”

Jacob was about to reply, with probably something bitchy, but he caught sight of Bucky in the corner with the most murderous glare and stopped himself.

He instead looked down and stepped to the side, giving you and Peter room to go.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Beat it.” Peter growled in the most non-threatening way possible as you two left, giving Bucky the perfect chance to slide in before Jacob could hightail out of there.

“Barnes.” Jacob greeted, clearing his throat.

“Callaway.” Bucky’s blood boiled at how differently he treated other men than how he treated women. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to respect a lady?”

Before Jacob could reply, his equally dumb friend, Brody, walked past the two men.

“Damn, Jake. Barnes finally here to beat you up for calling his girl a whore?”

Bucky and Jacob both stared at Brody.

Jacob looked sickly pale, and Bucky looked calmly terrifying. Clear sign he was fucking enraged.

“Oh shit-” Brody finally put the pieces together, practically sprinting away.

Bucky turned back to face a petrified looking Jacob.

“So,” Bucky reached out, fixing Jacob’s tie and smoothing down his collar. “It was you, huh?”

Jacob tensed under Bucky’s touch.

“Chill pal, I just wanna talk.”

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A bruised cheek, wet underwear, and hurt ego later, Jacob’s talk with Bucky was over.

Bucky threw his feet up on the ottoman, but not before telling Friday to make sure Jacob was apologizing to you, as instructed by Bucky himself.

He patiently waited for you on the couch, a wide grin appearing on his face as you walked in and cuddled up next to Bucky, but not without pressing a kiss to his lips first.

Halfway through the movie, you turned to look at Bucky.

“Thank you,” You smiled.

“For what, doll?”

You turned back to face the movie, a smile playing at your lips. “C’mon. I know that was you. He would never apologize on his own will.”

Bucky laughed, turning you around once again to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my little smartass.”

“I love you too, pops.”

Mission accomplished.

#marvel fanfiction #bucky x reader #protective bucky barnes

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themorningsunshine · 1 year

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Muffins

Pie - eyed over you - Chapter 3

Mafia - Baker AU

Masterlist Series Masterlist

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Pairing - Mafia!Bucky x Baker!Reader

Summary - When a new baker in town refuses to abide by his rules, Bucky has no option but to go and take care of it himself. But nothing could prepare him for what stood on the other side. Nothing could prepare him for you.

Warnings - Mentions of murder, lots of fluff (gotta give the fluff before the angst for it to hurt more, yup I am evil), Steve and Sam being a menace

Word count - around 6k

a/n - So, after two delays, hell a lot of editing, and straight up changing the whole structure of this chapter and then combining it with another (hence the length), it’s finally here. Thank you so much to all of you for putting up with me. Please let me know what you guys think about this. Your kind words keep me going.

You placed the muffins in a tray for display before making a note in your diary to buy more chocolate chips when you go to the market on the weekend.

Running a bakery all on your own is a difficult job but you wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world. Even though you were not a morning person, the prospect of coming here and baking made it getting up from the bed every morning a tad bit easier.

As you heard knocks on the door, you frowned before looking up, there was still some time left before it was time to open up the bakery.

But when your eyes landed on the figure standing outside the door, looking like a complete misfit in his dark clothes and sunglasses and surprisingly, a baseball cap covering his forehead, a pathetic attempt at being discreet, you can't help the way your lips turn upward and your heart flutters.

He was here just yesterday and yet it felt like you were seeing him after too long.

Get yourself together.

It's just a crush, it'll go away.

You wiped your palms on your apron before walking towards the door to open it.

You gave him a teasing smile before saying, "You're at the wrong place. Baseball convention is another mile from here."

He rolled his eyes before stepping inside the bakery, bending a little, the door a little too short for him. "Hello to you too, sweets."

You chuckled before walking towards the counter as he took his usual seat. Everything felt like a routine. Engraved in your soul as if it had always been there.

"Gracing this bakery with your presence two days in a row. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Maybe I just missed my sweets." He shrugged as if it was obvious.

"Continue this and you are going to get diabetic." You remarked with a smirk.

"Not the sweets I was talking about, but okay."

The smirk immediately left your lips as you could practically feel your heart beat out of your chest. He didn't mean it. He's just teasing.

But no matter what you think, you can't help the way the red color crept up to your neck at his words.

Okay, this crush is getting out of hand.

"So, how's work?" You say in an attempt to change the topic.

He tenses at your words. You had asked him what he did, and he had replied that he was a mechanic. It was becoming more difficult for him to lie to you.

But maybe, he won't have to much longer.

He was pretty sure Walker was on his way to screw things up.

That son of a -

"Earth to James!!" Your voice moving and your palm waving in front of his face brought him out of his thoughts.

"I asked how was work." You said with a frown. James always got weirdly uncomfortable when you asked about work. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it, but you were no one to ask.

"Oh, it's been fine. You know, the usual."

"Yeah, yeah. Steve is a dorky idiot and Sam is an annoying prick. I know." You said imitating the words he had said to you not a long time ago.

Bucky chuckles. Telling you about Steve and Sam was easier. Maybe sharing something about him which wasn't a lie, made him feel less guilty.

He knew this was wrong.

He was creating a web of lies that you will find out one day.

But Bucky Barnes wasn't a good man and he would take whatever time he has got before the inevitable happened.

Which wasn't going to be today.

He wasn't going to let Walker ruin this.

He will just sit there, hiding half of his face with the baseball cap. It would be easy. It wasn't like Walker would expect to see him here anyways.

He was just here to make sure that he didn't hurt you.

The both of you striked a conversation just like usual and you immediately felt better. You knew it was going to be a great day. Had started off on the best possible note, atleast.

The clock striked eight before you knew it and you got up from your chair to flip the sign at the bakery.

"Why don't you hire someone to help you?" James asks, sipping his coffee.

"Why, you're looking for a job?" You teased him with raised eyebrows. "Job at the garage doesn't pay enough for your baseball conventions?"

He rolled his eyes. "When are you gonna let this one go?"

"I think… never."

He chuckled before asking again, "But, seriously, sweets, why not get a helping hand?"

" 'Cause I am selfish." When he narrowed his eyes, you continued. "I know this sounds weird, but I don't like it when anybody else cooks the food. It's just never good enough."

"So, why not hire someone to deal with the customers?"

"That's literally the best part of the job." You half exclaimed. "People telling you whether they liked the sweets or not is the best part, James. Almost as good as getting to eat all the leftovers."

James chuckled before setting his coffee mug down. "There is no pleasing you."

You shrugged before walking behind the counter to get everything ready for the morning rush you were sure was about to walk through the door any moment now.

When a few people came in, some regular customers and some students hoping to get in some caffeine to start the day, you saw as James involuntarily tensed.

Bucky watched the front door with focused eyes as minutes ticked by. He knew Walker will be here any minute now.

And he was proven right as he saw John Walker opening the door of the bakery and walking in with a smug look on his face, shoving away whoever came in his path.

Bucky wanted nothing more than to pull him out of here, away from you and this warm place but he couldn't do that. There would be consequences, which he normally wouldn't give a second thought to, but the real nuisance would bring questions.

He watched as you greet him with the same grin on your face that you used for all your customers, saying in a soft voice, "Hey, what can I get you?" And Bucky can swear Walker doesn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you.

"Why not start by paying off?" Walker said with a tone harsh and loud enough that a few customers turned to see what was happening.

You frowned your eyes in confusion, "I am sorry." You were still speaking in a calm, soft voice, trying your best to get whoever this man was to calm down. You didn't want a commotion so early in the day.

"Walker." He said as if it was enough of an introduction before continuing, "And I think you have an idea of where I am coming from. You owe us."

James watched as realization dawned on your face and you stood straighter, your smile turning into a forwn. "I don't owe anyone anything."

He leaned towards you, keeping his arms crossed on the counter, speaking with a smirk, "Don't try to act smart, baby doll. Pay up and no one gets hurt."

He watches as you cringe at the nickname and almost take a small step back, discomfort clear on your face.

Bucky almost gets up from his chair, his first instinct to slit off Walker's throat with the knife he had tucked in his jacket. He would make it less messy too, but painful.

Control, he isn't going to hurt her.

"I am not going to pay you a single cent, Walker. So, why don't you take your ass out of my bakery and leave me alone?" As you speak, your hand inches towards the knife that you keep below the counter for situations like these. Even though you hoped you'd never have to use it, it was better to be prepared than sorry.

John clenches his fist as his eyes bore into your skull, "Don't make this difficult. You don't know who you are trying to mess up with. The people I work with wouldn't blink an eye before dumping your body in a dumpster. Just pay every month and we leave you alone."

"I have said it before and I'll say it again, I am not going to pay you to let me live." It's as if something switches inside you. The slight fear or discomfort that could be seen in your features is completely gone now.

Bucky watches as Walker growls in impatience before reaching for his jacket pocket.

Nope, not happening

"Listen to me, you little bitch - "

Walker is cut off immediately when a larger figure stands between him and the counter.

James shields you from him, obstructing his view.

"Leave her alone." The sound is almost a growl. And if Walker hadn't been too preoccupied he would have noticed how familiar that sounded.

"And who the hell are you?" He spat.

Bucky looks down at him and watches as all the color is drained out of his face when he recognises him.

"S - si "

"Leave her alone and if you show up around here ever again, it will be you in the dumpster, cut into more pieces than you can count."

Fear is obvious on Walker's face, as he completely forgets the weapon he was reaching for, trying to get his senses to work, confusion evident on his face.

Before he can ask any questions, Bucky takes a step towards him, with sheer coldness in his eyes as if he could slit Walker's throat right now and wouldn't blink.

You watch as the man - who had introduced himself as Walker- saunters out of the bakery with quick steps.

You frowned your eyes at whatever had happened here.

You weren't going to pay the mob any money, you knew that. But you also knew that you couldn't have overpowered that man, especially if he had a weapon hidden under there somewhere.

"You didn't have to do that, James." You said softly, in an attempt to get his attention away from the door he was boring holes in.

He turned back and you watched as his expression turned into the soft one you were so familiar with.

You walked from behind the counter towards where he was standing before explaining, "He works for the mob. Trust me, you don't want to get involved with them."

Bucky's breath hitches at that. How could he explain to you that he wasn't just involved with the mob?

"It's okay, sweets. They won't hurt me." That was some truth. They were never going to hurt him, and before Walker could utter a single word to anyone about the events of the day, he would be fired. Bucky would make sure of that.

"I know." You sighed, looking down at the floor as if contemplating something. It was silent for a moment before you looked up, "Thank you, James. It does mean a lot to me." You said with a soft, grateful smile on your face and your hand reached out to his.

"Anytime, sweets."

A moment passed before anyone of you dared to move. Your hand was now brushing his arm in slight touches.

You broke the silence, "Come on, have some muffins. They are on me." You said before turning back and walking towards the counter.

Bucky had to stand there for a moment because his skin had suddenly started to feel cold and empty. Like it wasn't enough without your touch, before walking back towards the counter and standing right in front of where you were taking out some muffins on a plate.

"So, Ms Feisty, something against the mob?" He said, trying desperately for his voice to sound joking.

You shrugged while passing the muffins to him and turning to pour some coffee for yourself. "I am not going to pay them money just because everybody else does. Why the hell do I pay taxes?"

"But the way you were standing, you don't just want to rebel, sweets. You hate them." He said, an emotion in his voice you couldn't really place. He prayed that that wasn't the case, that he had read the situation wrong and maybe you didn't really hate the mob.

"Hate is a strong word, James. I - despise them." You reply before looking up at him to meet his eyes, but he looks away, almost as if looking at you right now would physically hurt him.

"I mean, they aren't really that bad, right? It's not like I know a lot about them but I have heard they protect the city." He tries.

"Uh-huh. They are not good people. You remember that day when we met? When it was raining and I had lost my way, and you were there - "

"I remember the day we met, sweets." He interrupts. Every part of that day was engraved in his mind.

"Yeah, yeah right. So, that day I was coming back from a friend's house. She has a daughter, Ellie, about 5 years old."

He hums, nodding his head, not sure where you were going with this.

"Both of them were switching houses. Leaving their home, that they had built, to live in a one bedroom apartment in the not so respected area of the town. You know why?"

He narrowed his eyes.

"Because her dad was killed." You took a deep breath, trying to keep the rage from bubbling up to the surface. "A 5 year old lost her father, James. And why? Because of some stupid mob feud."

"What was her dad's name?" He asked, not sure if he wanted to know the answer.

"Jake"

Bucky's moments halted as images came back to his mind's forefront. He had killed that man himself. Shot three bullets straight into his chest. He had felt no remorse then. That man was a traitor. Had joined hands with the enemy, knowing very well what the consequences could be.

He had felt no remorse then because he hadn't given a moment of thought to the people he might be leaving behind. It made his work easier. Pretending that there were no consequences to whatever they did.

But now he could see the consequences. In the form of rage in your eyes at the tale and the hurt he felt in his chest, thinking about the girl. He knew how that felt. Being alone, and helpless.

"She didn't deserve that. None of them did. Nobody deserves to lose somebody they love, James. But it hits the worst when it's unforeseeable. When the people who did it are out there in the world, as if their hands aren't tainted with blood, living their life and you can do nothing about it." You say, swallowing the lump in your throat. Thinking about your friend and Elliot always brought you to tears. You tried to help them as much as you could, but there was only so much you could do.

Bucky looks into your eyes and sees tears in the corner of your eyes. He wants to hold your hand, to comfort you, to tell you that they are going to be fine. But how could he, when his were the hands that were tainted with blood, that had taken the life of that man without a second thought.

So, he just sits there, listening to you talk about the lady and her kid, even though each of your words is like a sword stabbed through his chest.

When he knows you are fine, he takes his leave, bidding you goodbye before walking out and calling Steve.

"Steve, I need you to do something."

"What's up, Buck? Everything okay?" Steve replied in a concerned voice. Even after everything, his concern for his best friend never faded.

"I am sending you some details of a lady and her kid. Send me the contacts of the person who bought their house."

"Give me half an hour. But who are these people?"

"They are going to be our responsibility, Steve."

He cuts the call and sends a quick text with all the details he might need.

He can't help but turn back towards the bakery to have one last look. He has made up his mind. He was going to tell you the truth.

he didn't care if it meant you would hate him. There were many people in the town who despised him, what's one more?

But when he turns back and his eyes land up on you, handing a cup of coffee to a middle aged lady, talking to her with a softness unique to you.

As if you can feel his eyes on you, you turn towards the window and as your eyes meet, your smile grows wider. A smile that's only reserved for him, he realizes.

And he would have hated himself for how quickly his resolve fades away.

But Bucky Barnes was not a good man.

And maybe many people in this world did hate him, but he would be damned if you were one of them.

He wanted this. The weekly bakery visits, the warmth, the sheer simplicity of it all, even if it was all this was ever going to be.

And it was about damn time he got what he wanted.

Why should he apologize for the monster he has become when no one ever apologized for making him this way?

Maybe, one day you'll find out the truth and hate him more for lying to you, but it wasn't going to be anytime soon. He will make sure of that.

So, he straightens his coat and walks away from the bakery, choosing to not pay any mind to the inevitable doom that could leave the both of you shattered.

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"James Buchanan Barnes"

He turns back from what he is doing to find you, cross armed, shooting daggers at him.

"How could you, James? It's like you're not even trying."

He can't help the smile that finds its way to his lips at the way you look. Your christmas sweater that you had deemed "perfect" for the occasion and a scarf draped loosely on your neck, trying to look intimidating, just makes you look even cuter.

You walk towards him and take the candy decoration from his hand, to place it exactly just an inch away from where he was going to, because it looked in your exact words, "more festive"

Bucky just smiles at you as he watches you ramble more about Christmas decorations.

When a week ago, he had heard you reminding Pietro that he had to come over to help you decorate, he had stepped in and offered his help. He was free that day anyways, he had told you. There was an international shipment that he had to sign off that day, but that could wait.

When Pietro had shaken his hand and thanked him for 'saving him', he didn't understand, but now he did. You were extremely particular about how each and everything had to look for christmas and was not shy to tell the other person what a terrible job they were doing if it wasn't exactly the way you had wanted.

But if the cute pout on your face and the warmth that it caused in his chest was any indication, it was worth it. The cookies whose smell reached him even in the living room was just an added bonus.

Right now, standing in the middle of your apartment, surrounded by incomplete decorations that signaled the arrival of a festival he wouldn't have cared the slightest about a year ago, being scolded by you for not hanging the canes correctly, he regretted nothing.

3 hours and a lot of debates later, all of which you won, the house was finally decorated enough for the festival.

"Here you go." You said, handing him a warm cup of coffee and placing a plate full of cookies on the table in front of him. It was your way of saying thank you.

Bucky looks around your apartment. It's just above the bakery and much smaller than the mansion he lived in. But it felt different in a way he couldn't point out.

A shelf filled to the brim with books standing in the corner, pictures adorning the walls, each telling a different story. Some soft music playing on the speaker, it was like a blanket of warmth stood over your house. A little messy, but beautiful nonetheless.

His eyes then land on you, sitting across from him on the sofa, sipping your coffee with a warm, content look on your face, your scarf now lying on the table.

As if you could feel his gaze, you turn back to look at him and your breath hitches in the throat at the way he is looking at you.

It's as if the world could crumble around him and he wouldn't blink an eye.

You can't get yourself to look away. So, you just raise your eyebrows, because you have suddenly forgotten how to breathe and if he didn't look away right now, you are not sure you will be able to survive longer.

He just shrugs and turns towards his coffee, as if it was a natural occurrence. As if your whole world hadn't stopped spinning for a moment there.

Bucky looks at you through the corner of his eyes and watches as red color creeps up to your neck and you try your hardest to not smile.

He now recognises the feeling.

Your apartment feels like home.

And the next realization brings with itself questions and doubts he wasn't ready to answer.

He wouldn't rather be anywhere else.

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He clenches his fist as he drags his feet towards the bakery.

It was pretty late. He knew that.

But he just had to be there.

He liked his work more often than not. The impending guilt and the danger aside, the reason that had initially brought him to this world still stood.

It made him feel something. The adrenaline of each task, the satisfaction of seeing everything that belonged to his enemies burning down till there was nothing but smoke.

The mafia world had welcomed the darkness that he had inside of him and made him one of their own, for which he will be eternally grateful.

But for some time now, it hasn't been enough.

The darkness that had surrounded and consumed him for so many years now was suddenly not enough.

Something inside him changed.

For the first time in as long as he could remember, he had thought twice before shooting that man today. The whispers inside him that asked him every time 'if there was any other way' had become louder now and even the noise of the bullets couldn't silence it.

He knew what was happening.

He was seeking the light.

And every single part of him knew that this could only end in disaster. In a fire that threatened to burn every single thing to the last piece.

But that didn't stop him from taking the next step. Or the one after that.

He was still walking to the one place that could silence away his thoughts and make it all go away. Like a moth attracted to a flame.

Maybe this was selfish of him. Maybe he was tainting you with his darkness.

He will think about that some other day.

When the bakery comes into view, he realizes just how late it is.

You would be about to close now.

Maybe he could catch a glimpse before you retired for the night. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. But it had to do.

As he reaches the bakery, he watches as the door slowly opens and a young boy steps out.

He frowns before walking ahead, and his eyes almost widen with who he sees.

"Peter, what are you doing here?"

Peter looks up from the book he is currently holding and his eyes widen with fear at the figure who stands before him.

"S - sir, I - I was just - "

A voice from inside the bakery calls out to him. A voice Bucky recognizes all too well.

"Peter, you forgot this."

You step out of the bakery with a textbook in your hands as you hand it over to Peter.

Peter opens his mouth to speak but then closes it. Too afraid about what was going to happen.

You turn around and when your eyes land on James, your lips turn into a grin before you know it.

"James, hi"

Peter's eyebrows shoot up as he looks between the both of you. You have a glint in your eyes as if you couldn't be happier by anything else and the man he had feared with everything he had for the last couple of years, had a softness to his features that made Peter wonder if he was somehow swallowed into an alternate dimension.

"Hey, sweets." Bucky says almost on instinct, before turning towards the boy who is still looking at the both of them as if he just saw a dolphin flying in the air.

You probably notice it too, because you then point towards Peter before saying, "James, this is Peter, and Peter, this is James Barnes."

"James?" Peter says almost on instinct, confusion evident in his voice.

"Wait, you know him?" You ask, looking between the both of them now.

Peter looks at Bucky and almost crumbles with fear by the warning glare he is shooting towards him. But there is something else there too. Something, he can swear he has never seen in the mob boss' eyes.

There is fear in them. A tiny flicker of it. He fears the answer he is going to tell you. Whatever it was, it was too important for him.

"No, no. I don't think we have met before."

"Oh, okay." You say, confused as to what had just happened here. "All the best for the test and tell MJ I said hi," You give him an easy exit from a situation he was clearly uncomfortable in.

You watch as a small blush spreads across his cheeks before he bids you goodbye and glancing at James once, takes his leave.

"He is a nice kid." You break the silence after Peter walks away, out of earshot. "Pretty smart. I was helping him with his test tomorrow."

Bucky looks back at you and shrugs in response. "Good for him."

"By the way, it's closing time, James." You say with a teasing voice and he is relieved that you don't ask any further questions.

"Come on, sweets. You could make an exception for your favorite customer."

You roll your eyes before replying. "What about this? You help me clean up, and I get you something special I made today."

"Help you clean up?"

"Aww. The prince doesn't like to get his hands all dirty?" You smirk.

"This special treat should better be worth it, sweets." He huffs before walking inside the bakery.

You walk in behind him while giggling.

"And that's it."

You look at him with a smile and silently clap your hands together with an impressed look.

If any of his men would see him right now, wearing an apron with a bunny on it, hands covered in flour, working in a bakery with soft music playing in the background, their eyes would pop out of their heads. But he couldn't care less.

"Great job for a first timer, Barnes. You have earned yourself a serving of something special."

Bucky smirked before replying, "Something special, you say?" He leans in and sends a wink your way.

You roll your eyes before turning towards the kitchen, hoping that it wasn't evident how flustered you were.

You take out something from a box and place it on a plate in front of him.

Bucky looked at it closely with a frown. It was clearly made of chocolate and was shaped like a dome. He could swear he had never seen it in your bakery before.

"Come on, give it a try. If I wanted to poison you, I would have done it ages ago."

He picks up one and after a moment of close inspection, takes a bite.

As the taste of chocolate invades his senses, he moans and puts the whole into his mouth.

You watch as his head falls back in delight.

Once he is done, which is faster than he would have wanted, he says, "Sweets, that was the best damn thing I have ever had."

You chuckle, "You say that every single time, James."

"And I mean it every single time."

You just smile at him before putting another on the plate.

As he devours that one quickly too, he inquires, "What is it called?"

You smirk before replying, "James."

"Yeah?"

"James. That's what it is called."

His eyes widen and he takes a moment to reply, "You named a sweet after me?"

"Well, technically, you were the inspiration for this."

He frowns. "How so?"

"Well, It's full of chocolate and exceptionally sweet. It's exterior is hard but its insides are so soft, they practically melt in your mouth."

Bucky looks at you, baffled and you look away, unable to meet his eyes.

He opens his mouth to say something, but is suddenly shushed by you.

"That's my favorite song." You whisper, as if not wanting to obstruct the soft melody.

Bucky listens to the sound coming from your phone.

Wise men say

"Only fools rush in"

But I can't help

Falling in love with you

He looks back at you and at the way you have a soft smile on your face, your features highlighted by the soft glow of the kitchen light.

You look at him and with a teasing smile puts your hand forward, indicating to him to take it.

He looks between your outstretched hand and your face with a frown.

"Dance with me." Your voice is so soft, he just can't get himself to say no. But, who is kidding? He will set the whole world on fire and watch it burn with a smile on his face if you asked him to.

He slowly places his hand in yours as the music continues.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can't help

Falling in love with you

The both of you stand in the middle of the kitchen, the moonlight sweeping its way through the windows.

Everything is brightened in a warm glow but you know nothing will ever shine brighter than the way his ocean blue eyes do right now.

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help

Falling in love with you

One of his arms finds its way around your waist while the other holds yours.

You place your free hand on his shoulder and he gently pulls you closer.

The both of you stay like that for the rest of the song, swaying slowly to the music.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

You don't know who leans first but before you know it, the distance between the both of you starts decreasing.

You hold your breath and your gaze move from his eyes to his lips.

You would be lying if you said you had never thought of this before, of how his lips would feel against yours, how he would taste like.

This man had occupied your thoughts since the day you had met all those months ago and you were pretty sure he had no idea of the effect he had on you.

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

For I can't help

Falling in love with you

For I can't help

Falling in love with you

Just as the song is about to end and there's nothing but an inch of distance between the both of you, the door to the bakery was suddenly pushed open with a force and the sound of the bells invaded the comfortable silence that had covered the room in a blanket.

The both of you took a sudden step away, and you needed a moment to calm your heart which felt like it was about to beat its way out of your chest, before looking up to see who it. was.

You squinted as two men, one blonde and the other dark haired, stood at the door, looking comically too big, having no idea of what transcribed in the bakery before they had not-so-smoothly barged in.

The blonde one speaks, breaking the silence, "I knew we'd find you here."

You watch as he steps towards James, who looks at him with sheer annoyance. "What the hell are you doing here, punk?"

The other man looks at you and forms a smirk before stepping towards you. "So, this is where you always sneak off to? I guess I understand why."

James huffs in annoyance and with a sten face stops him, "Shut up, Wilson."

You look between the men who looked like they were in a staring contest when realization hit you. "Steve and Sam?"

All the men look at you at the same time and you feel like a deer caught in headlights before you stand up straighter reminding yourself that no matter how intimidating the situation was, this was your bakery.

"And you must be y/n l/n. It's great to finally meet you, Ms l/n" Steve says, smiling.

"Please, just call me y/n."

"Or we could call you beautiful." Sam replies before stepping forwards, stretching his hand to take yours for a shake.

You let out a chuckle before shaking his hand. "Y/n is fine."

"What are the both of you doing here?" Bucky speaks up, shooting daggers at Sam, his fists clenched.

"There's an emergency. We need to go." Steve replies, a serious expression adorning his face.

Sam interjects them "What's the hurry? I have heard so much about this bakery. We could eat something before leaving."

Bucky spats at him, "This bakery has closed, Wilson. Time's up. Get your butt moving."

Sam pouts and you chuckle at the antics of these grown men, "Why don't you come here some other day, Sam, I have something that I think you'll like."

Sam looks at you, a childlike smile replacing his pout, "I like her already."

Bucky steps forward towards Sam, pulling him away. "Don't listen to him, sweets."

Steve and Sam turn their head towards him so fast. you are sure they will get a sprain later. Sam raises his brows with a smirk on his face, while Steve looks at him with a smile on his.

James then quickly bids you goodbye before pulling the both of them outside the bakery.

Once they reach the car Steve and Sam had driven in, they both look at him with amused grins.

"Back off, the both of you. What's the emergency?"

Steve's expression turns serious as he replies, "Our shipment from Iran has been stopped at Morocco and they are refusing to comply."

Bucky narrows his eyes at the information. Who would dare to stop their shipment and risk getting on his bad books? "Who is it, Steve?"

"It's Alexander Pierce."

Bucky lets out a breath before looking in the direction of the bakery once more and then turning towards Steve and Sam.

"Get in the car. We need to leave right now. This is going to be a long assignment."

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Anonymous request: You're also an Avenger and you love the Christmas time but everyone else doesn't. So you kinda get sad every year as you're the only one enjoying the time. One day you decide to put on some Christmas tunes and start making cookies when Bucky starts watching you from the other room, smiling to himself as he sees you all being happy and cute. He decides to change his mind and joins you, helping you make cookies, even though he's clumsy but you enjoy his presence (as you both have feelings for each other). In the end you're covered in dough and stuff and he grabs you and kisses you, admitting both your feelings, while the rest of the team watches you both happy from afar.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,195 words

Warnings: tooth rotting sweetness, beware of diabetes!

A/N: Shoutout to @samodivaa for aiding and abetting this endeavor!

To you, they were family. And Christmas was supposed to be a time for family. At least that is what you'd been raised to believe, even though you weren't a Christian or religious. To you Christmas was a time for togetherness, for helping others, showing kindness and love and having hope. Shortly before joining the team, you had lost your family and the Avengers had become a surrogate family of sorts. You loved them dearly and wanted them to experience the same joy you did at this time of year.

Tony had graciously let you order a magnificent tree, which you'd basically decorated on your own, with the assistance of your inhuman powers. The others had watched you or walked by showing various degrees of enthusiasm for your activities, ranging from praise to outright disregard for your endeavors. Despite your gratitude, your friends’ lack of interest did dampen your spirit a little.

The closer it got to Christmas Day, your resolve to spread some Christmas cheer grew stronger. It helped that you’d hung a blown up photograph of your own family’s last Christmas picture opposite your bed.

“Don’t worry guys, I’ll get them to come around. I won’t let the love die. I promise,” you whispered in front of the image before starting your day.

You had come up with a plan to try and win your friends over to the festivities. No one could ever say no to your sister’s secret cookie recipe. She had had people practically drooling in anticipation of stuffing their faces with her Christmas concoctions. So after a morning of grueling training with Steve, you took a shower and headed to the store to purchase the correct ingredients. Upon your return, you found Sam, Steve, Bucky and Nat congregated in the living room adjoining the kitchen. They were pouring over some plans over their next mission.

“Hey Nexus! What you got there?” Sam called as you entered the room.

You rolled your eyes at his use of your superhero name. You hated it, but the media had used it far too often and you were stuck with it.

“None of your business, Falcon!” you snarked back at him.

You made a pit stop at the table they were sitting at, Nat and Bucky trying to hide their sniggering faces behind their hands. Steve’s face remained relatively passive, giving you a kind smile for which you were grateful.

“Come on, Sugar. You bring me something sweet?” Sam certainly knew how to turn on the charm, especially in front of Bucky. He knew that the Winter Soldier was harboring a little crush on you and he played up in front of him to see if he could provoke Bucky into acting on his feelings. So far he hadn’t succeeded, but he could definitely hope for a Christmas miracle.

“Here.” You pulled out a bag of his favorite treats which you’d bought back for him from the store.

“So anyone interested in helping me bake some festive cookies?” you asked, shaking a bag of chocolate chips in front of their faces.

“Sorry, Sugar. I have to go talk to my sister. She wants me to buy some new fangled toys for the boys.” He pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek and took his leave.

Nat stood up with Steve. “We can’t stay. We have to show our faces in front of some high powered windbags,” she wrinkled her nose before giving you a hug. “Save some for me though!”

“Me too,” Steve dropped a quick kiss on your forehead before following Nat out of the door. He was in on Sam’s plan to light a fire under Bucky’s ass.

“Buck?” you asked dubiously.

“Not sure that’s my thing, Doll.”

“Your loss,” you replied in a slightly sing-song tone of voice and shuffled over to the kitchen with your bag of goodies, letting Bucky go back to brooding over the book he had pulled out of his jacket pocket.

Sauntering around the kitchen, you laid out the ingredients. You grinned as a happy thought entered your brain and you pulled out your phone letting FRIDAY connect to your bluetooth. Bucky looked up as a tune started to play, it didn’t surprise him in the least that you had your very own Christmas playlist. He couldn’t help but be distracted from his novel as you swayed around the kitchen measuring out flour and butter. But it wasn’t your dance moves that eventually got Bucky’s attention, it was the sound of your voice.

The singing voice you’d been born with was silky smooth, no one would have guessed that you were in possession of such a sweet instrument. Ever since you’d come into your powers, you had the ability to project your voice much further, sing louder with a lot more ease. But you never quite got the confidence to use it publicly. Bucky, however, knew better. He followed your schedule closely enough to know when you’d be in the shower, and he would excuse himself to put his ear to the vent to listen to you belt out your favorite tunes. And it was pure luck that today he would be getting a private concert. He sat, chin resting on his vibranium palm, lost in a fantasy of dancing with you.

This reverie was broken by your sudden gasp and a clatter of a bowl falling to the floor. Bucky was out of his seat in a flash, by your side, helping you clear up your mess.

“Thanks, Bucky!”

“No problem,” he grinned shyly. He always felt a little nervous when he was in such close proximity to you. He wondered if you could hear his heart pounding. “Looks like you need a little help.”

Had you just heard correctly? Was Sergeant Bucky Barnes offering to help you bake Christmas goodies?

“Really?” you asked, hopefully.

There was no way Bucky could say no to those shining eyes, the sincerity behind them when you looked at him. He wanted to be close to you, but at the same time he wanted to run away in shame. Why would someone as pure as you be interested in someone like him? At least, that’s what he always told himself when you smiled in his direction. The two of you were friends, there was no doubt about that, but you were friends with everyone. Bucky wanted more. He wanted all of you.

“Well, I can’t have you accidentally hurting yourself making baked goods.” A faint blush stained his cheeks as he spoke.

Not that you noticed, attributing his color to the rising temperature from the oven.

“Can’t have that at all!” you giggled. “Here, want to measure out the flour?”

You move over, giving him space to do his own thing and pick up the eggs for your next recipe. Your concentration in avoiding dropping shell pieces into the mix was broken by the sound of Bucky’s voice singing quietly to Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. It took a lot of effort to bite back the smile the vision brought to your face. No one would believe the sight; the big bad Winter Soldier singing Holiday singles while baking festive treats. You never understood why people were frightened of him, why people would cross the street to avoid him. It made you angry when people shot fearful looks at him, you gritted your teeth when his reputation was slated in the media. Why couldn’t they see the soft hearted man you had come to love? You had given up trying to hide your grin as you imagined him in an apron with the words “kiss the chef” printed in bold red letters across it.

“Doll?” Bucky’s voice interrupted your fantasy, he was sporting a slightly concerned look. “You okay? You’ve gone really red.”

“Yeah, fine,” you squeaked. “I should probably stop drinking the wine.”

“Doll, you haven’t even opened the wine.” Bucky frowned at the empty glasses and corked bottle on the counter.

You tittered nervously, “yeah, right, umm, it’s just a bit hot.” You fanned your face, trying to disperse the deepening crimson color that was starting to look the same as the wine bottle before you.

Bucky shuffled closer to you. “Are you sure?”

“I’m fine, really, Bucky. Why don’t we start mixing this together?”

You handed Bucky the softened butter and were about to instruct him to beat it together with the sugar, but before you had the chance, Bucky had dropped the entire block into the bowl of flour he had just finished measuring out. A tiny yelp left your lips, which turned into a smothered giggle as Bucky’s flour coated face emerged through the mist created by the crater in the bowl. Without hesitation, you grabbed a clean towel and started dusting his maroon Henley.

Bucky was laughing along with you as you dusted away the flour. Eventually you'd cleared up most of the flour, but he had missed a spot. You mustered up your courage to reach up and brush your fingers over his nose.

“Did you get it all?” he asked.

He was standing impossibly close to you. And you wondered if you had imagined the way his eyes flicked down to your lips for a fraction of a second.

“I think so,” you smiled bashfully. “But maybe you should let me finish up on this.”

“Do you want me to do anything else?” Bucky felt a sudden pang of discomfort. What if you didn't want him around at all.

“Yes! I suck at opening those bottles.” You pointed at the wine. “Do you mind pouring a couple of glasses for us?”

“No problem!” Bucky completed his task efficiently and with enthusiasm.

He waited patiently for you, watching you mix the batter with expertise. You rolled out the dough and held out a couple of cookie cutting molds.

“Which one? Snowflake or Christmas tree?”

Bucky grabbed the snowflake from your open hand and went to work on the dough. You couldn't help but notice how cute he looked as he tried to fit as many cookies on one roll without having to re-roll. It was adorable how his tongue stuck out a little as he concentrated on the task before him. You let him arrange his concoctions on the baking tray.

“What now?”

As if on cue, the oven binged, indicating that the cupcakes you'd put in earlier were done.

“Now, we swap this tray for that one!” you pointed at the oven.

“No problem!” Bucky opened the oven and shoved his left hand inside to grab the baking tray.

“Bucky!” you shrieked. “You don't have any oven gloves!”

Bucky chuckled.

“Doesn't it burn?” you demanded, a little distressed by his nonchalance.

“Doll, calm down.” He put the tray of cupcakes on the counter and showed you his metal palm. “It's fine, metal, remember?”

When your heart finally stopped pounding from panic, you covered your face in embarrassment. Bucky took your fingers and gently pried them off your face, smiling down at you, his eyes filled with more mirth than you were used to.

“So want to frost the cakes?” You grabbed the closest cone of frosting, trying to hide behind it.

“Sure.”

Bucky leaned into your side, making you squeeze the frosting filled cone with unease and painting your face with a green glaze. Bucky was having the time of his life, the thought that he was making you uncomfortable was giving him a much needed confidence boost to do what he wanted to.

“Errr, Doll, you have a little.” He motioned at his mouth.

“Oh,” you wiped a small spot off your cheek, not quite getting all of it. “Did I get it?”

Bucky sucked his lips in for a moment, contemplating his next move. “May I?”

You nodded. He placed his hand on your jaw, his thumb next to the edge of your mouth. “There's just a little…”

Bucky leaned in slowly, his eyes focused on yours for a moment looking for signs of discomfort from your part.

To you, everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. Gently, Bucky covered your sugar coated lips with his and licked it off. His tenderness took your breath away.

As he finally drew back, he stopped, his nose brushing yours. His eyes searched yours for a reaction.

“Is it gone?”

“Want me to do it again, to make sure?”

“I'd like that.”

This time you kissed him back, letting his tongue tango with yours. Bucky's warm hands brushed your arms, coming to rest on your waist while yours found purchase on his sturdy chest. When the kiss ended, you felt flustered but the corners of your mouth wouldn't stop turning up.

Bucky picked up another colored cone. “So this can't be too hard, right?”

You laughed, showing him how you liked to decorate your cakes. Even though you'd not spoken the words out loud, you and Bucky had a mutual understanding about how you felt for each other.

And unbeknownst to you and Bucky, your friends watched the blossoming romance unfold with knowing smiles and a mild frown from Steve who forked up $50 to Sam for his accurate predictions.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fan fiction #finding the christmas spirit

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justmeinadaze · 9 months

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Take It Out On Me Part 16 (Steddie X You)

Warning with some notes: Please enjoy this Steddie story that I desperately need right now.

Daddy Steve and Sir/Master Eddie and Sub Fem reader and all that implies (I regret nothing) SMUT, restraints, slight degrading, dirty talk, over stimulation, THE SCOOPS AHOY UNIFORM (yes daddy), Not a whole lot of ANGST (saving that for the next chapter :P), reader mentions diabetes in her family very briefly, expresses being stressed and asks Eddie to help her relieve it, FLUFF (a lot of it; just come cuddle me please and tell me you're proud of me. )

Word Count: 3315

Steve smirks over at the booth you’re sitting in at his store as you do your homework. He loves watching your face scrunch as you focus, biting the end of your pen while you’re thinking. He could seriously just stare at you all day if you would allow him to. What you didn’t know was he had actually spent a lot of his high school years doing that very thing.

Like he had told Masie during your prom, he always found you attractive and not just physically. For those first years, you were always so quiet so when he saw you cracking up with Masie at the lunch table or making jokes with the other basketball girls, it made him swoon. That day he heard you shout at Carol junior year; he was so proud of you but at the same time angry with himself. Steve had also heard her picking on you beforehand and he didn’t say a word. He never did.

You had told him a few months ago how he had been tightly wound at the time you two officially met and that was part of the reason. Beside the fact that his dad was always on his ass, the popular kids were pushing him, and he was struggling at school, he hated who had become. For a boy who liked to be in control, he seemed to have very little if any.

That first night when Eddie insinuated that you hated him, it made Steve furious but at the situation. He didn’t want you to hate him. For a moment he thought he would never have a chance with you but then you kissed him, igniting a fire he had never felt before. Even if your relationship with him ended up being purely sexual he knew he’d do anything to take care of you and protect you.

“Hey. Take a break.”, he commanded as he slid a boat of your favorite ice cream in front of you and took a seat. Steve tenderly pushed some hair behind your ear and you exhaled as you leaned against his shoulder.

“Thank you. I’m so exhausted. I can’t wait for the semester to be over.”

After taking a bite of the snack he brought you, you offered him a spoon but he politely declined.

“I have to stay in shape.”

“For who?”, you cackled. “Steve Harrington, first off you always look amazing. Second, you eat all that fruit back there. I see you!”

“He does.”, Robin grins as he playfully scowls at her.

“There’s nothing wrong with fruit.”

“A little bit yeah. Too much of it, no. Fruit is loaded with sugar. My uncle’s a diabetic and he can only have so much because it raises his levels.”

“I didn’t know that. Is that the uncle in New York?”

“Yeah, I don’t talk about it much because usually I get the ‘Oh, you should really watch your weight’ speech even though most doctors do tests and find out I’m healthy.”

Steve reaches out to pet your head as you offer him your spoon again and this time he smiles as he takes an obnoxiously big bite.

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“Hey, sexy.”, Eddie grins as you enter the apartment and throw your bag against the wall. “Long day?”

You heavily nod as you stride over to him and wrap your arms around his waist, happily sighing when he kisses your forehead.

“May I ask you for a favor?”, you ask as you push your face into his chest.

“Of course, baby, anything.”

“Can you calm me down? I’m so stressed out and I just…don’t want to think about anything for a while.”

“I think I can do that. Do you want to wait for Steve or…”

“Hmmm…Daddy gets off in an hour. I’m sure you can find ways to fill the time until he gets home.”

Eddie chuckles as he leans back and cranes his neck to find your lips. “I definitely can. Come on, sweetheart. Let me help you relax.”

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A little over an hour later, Steve finally came through the door, kicking off his sneakers as he entered the apartment.

“Took you long enough!”, Eddie cackled. “Get in here, Steven.”

The man rolled his eyes as he sauntered towards the bedroom preparing a sassy comment that completely left his brain when his eyes landed on the scene before him. The metalhead was sitting in a chair across from the bed in just his jeans holding the vibrating wand in his hand. You were restrained in the bed, him using belts as handcuffs again that chained you to the headboard.

“Pretty girl asked for a little break so I just gave her some water and before I knew it she fell asleep. Perfect time for you to come home.”

“What, uh, what’s going on?”

“Y/N came home saying she needed some help releasing some stress. I asked her if she wanted to wait for Daddy and she said that I could fill the time however I chose until you got home.”, he wickedly grinned in the other man’s direction. “So out of curiosity, I wanted to know how many times I could make her cum before you got home. Right now, I’m at…12?” His fingers gesture towards the markings he had made on your tummy with a marker. “Yeah, 12.”

“We were talking and she kept saying how much she wanted to fuck you in that uniform.” Eddie rises from his chair and pats it for Steve to take. Hastily removing his pants, he climbed onto the bed and tenderly kissed up your body. “Princess, wake up. Daddy’s here.”

You groaned sleepily as you turned towards his voice and drowsily kissed his lips.

“Hey, honey.”, Steve cooed as he leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “I’m home. Has Master been helping you clear your brain?”

Eddie climbed up further, placing his own knees by your head as his hand reached out to pet you while you nodded.

“Can you verbally answer me, babe?”

You purred like a cat as it stretches after a long nap. “Yes, Daddy. Sir has been taking real good care of me.”

They both moaned at your high-pitched tone as your eyes fully opened to find Eddie’s cock inches above your lips. Your tongue darted out to lick along one of his veins towards his balls.

“Fuck me, sweetheart. Don’t move, ok? Just…keep that mouth open for me while I make you cum again while Daddy watches. If you…you be a good girl for me Daddy can fuck you in his uniform just like you want, angel.”

“Yes, Sir.” Obediently, you open your lips, flattening your tongue as he slides his length down your throat. His palms slide down your skin, stopping to play with your nipples as you whimper around him. You jump as he lightly smacks them, squeaking at the sudden feeling causing Steve to salivate at the sound as his own palm finds its way to the bulge in his shorts.

Eddie grins as his hip gradually thrust against your face, his fingers sliding further down to glide through your folds and breach your core.

“Fuck, Harrington. She’s so fucking tight. I—jesus—I love how tight you get after you cum, princess.” As his digits work their magic inside of you, you whimper around his cock as he mewls above you. “That’s it. Good girl. J-just clear your mind and let go. Focus on—mmm—focus on my dick in the back of your throat. God, you feel so good.”

The sound of your slick fills the room as he trusts his fingers into you faster, his other hand behind your head gripping your hair and holding you still. When he felt your pussy clench around him, he stopped moving his hips and held you in place as your throat constricted around him.

The moan that left his chest was enough to send you over the edge as you came again and he promptly pulled himself out of your mouth allowing you to feel your climax.

A small chuckle escaped him as he kissed your forehead when you started to cry.

“Color, baby?”

“G-g-green, Sir. I just…I love you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank—”

Breathily, you kept repeating your last sentence as Eddie reached above you to release you from the headboard.

“I love you to, princess. You’re doing so good. Stevie, hand me that marker, please?” The man does what he asks and the metalhead marks another dash on your tummy before handing it back. “Are you ready to take my cock, sweetheart?”

“Please, Sir.”

“How are your wrists? Not to tight or cutting your skin, right?”, he asks as he positions you on all fours with your head facing Steve.

“No, Sir. Hi, Daddy.”, you grin drunkenly in his direction.

“Hey, honey.” His hand reaches out tenderly brush your hair out of your face as you fall flat against the mattress while Eddie utilizes one of the belts to tie your hands behind your back.

After widening your legs a bit more, his chest leans against you back as he grinds himself against you.

“Do you trust me, baby? Do you trust me to take you however I want to?”

“Of course. I’m yours.”

He mewls into your ear at your words. “It’s been a while since we’ve heard you say that.”

Craning your neck, you kiss his cheek till he turns so his lips can meet yours. “I’m yours, baby. Yours and Daddy’s. Make me feel good, Master, please. F-fuck me hard till I—”

While you were speaking, Eddie slowly slid his cock into your entrance, erasing almost all thought from your mind as he stretched your tight walls open. He growled in his throat at the feeling and you watched as the metalhead disappeared and Master fully stepped forward in his eyes.

“Keep going, little one.” His lips traced your shoulder and your eyes rolled back as he pumped his hips roughly into yours. “I said…keep…going…”

“Mmm—I want you to fuck me till—ah—till I can’t walk straight. I want to f-feel you both for days.”

Leaning back on his knees, he gave you what you wanted while taking what was his. You tried to keep your eyes on Steve in front of you as he licked his palm and stroked his cock but you struggled as Eddie hit every sensitive spot deep inside of you.

Slowly descending to his knees, he laid his face down in front of your own as you turned your cheek to lay your head flat on the mattress.

“How does it feel, baby girl?”

“S-so good, Daddy.”

“Yeah? Are you feeling less stressed?”

When you only nodded, Eddie’s palm came down hard on your behind.

“Yes, yes Daddy.”

The metalhead abruptly pulled out, tugging on your ankles till you were fully flat against the bed. Placing his knees on either side of your thighs, he guided himself back into your cunt as both his strong, tattooed arms came into view. When his hips slammed into yours, you swear you see stars.

Eddie was so deep inside of you, punching all the right places with his thick cock you didn’t even hear Steve asking you questions until you felt the other man’s sweaty skin against your back and his hand loop around to grip your throat.

“You’re not behaving, little girl. Daddy asked you something.”

“I can’t…I didn’t…”

“I guess you don’t want to fuck him in his outfit after all.”

“I do, I do. Please…”

“It’s ok, Ed. Little baby is just drunk off your cock. Isn’t that right, honey?”

“Feels so good. So deep.”

“Is Master just too much for your pretty little pussy?”

“Please…I’m…”

Eddie’s hand released you to allow his arm to wrap around until your head was resting in the nook of his elbow. His breath warmed your ear as he rolled his hips hard and fast making the bed jostle underneath you.

“Cum, princess. You can do it. Cum on my cock so I can fill you up, pretty girl. Goddamn…”

Your hands tugged against the belt while your lower half pushed back against him as you came. He grunted loudly and with a couple for hard thrusts released rope after rope of his seed into your body.

You both panted heavily as you continued to twitch underneath him.

“You…you did so good, sweetheart. Fuck. Do-do you need anything?”

“Can we unhook my arms for a little bit, please?”

Eddie smirked at your small voice as he lightly kissed your shoulder before climbing off you and unhooking the belt. When you rolled over onto your back Steve was waiting, delicately lifting you onto his lap as he leaned against the headboard.

He smiled to himself when your damp forehead leaned against the side of his face as he ran his palms over your arms to massage out any pain you may be having. He paused for a moment when he heard your giggle.

“What are you laughing at, honey?”

“You smell like bananas.”

“To be fair, I have cut back after what you told me.” His grin grew as you nuzzled your nose into his neck.

“It’s ok, Daddy. I like the way you smell.”

“Lay back, babe.”, he whispered.

Doing what he commanded, you lay flat on your back with your head on the pillow as he reaches for the marker and draws another line next to the others.

“Well look at you, little miss. One more and you’ll be at 15.” Your eyes flutter as you flash him a slanted sultry smile. “Are you ready for me?”

“Always, Daddy.”

Chuckling, he rolls till his body is on top of yours. Allowing you two space, Eddie moves to sit in the chair by the bed, watching as everything unfolds.

“So, you want the whole uniform? Do I need the hat?”

“No.”, you giggle as you run your hands through his hair. “No hat.”

“Why do you like this outfit so much? All the other girls seem to think I look like a dork.”

The way you smile up at him makes his heart melt. No one had ever looked at them the way did; with so much love and adoration. You didn’t know but it scared Eddie a bit the first time he saw it. After your fight with Carol junior year when he brought you food, he had found you snooping around his room. When you asked about the photo of his family, your eyes reflected that adoration and his wall went up.

The last woman who said she loved him abandoned him and for so long he was afraid of losing you. He thought maybe if he continued to be a prick and act like the tough scary bad boy then when you did leave it wouldn’t hurt so much. A part of him thought when you got back from New York, you wouldn’t want them anymore but when he slid into the classroom that morning and your big, beautiful eyes met his he knew. He knew you missed them as much as they had missed you.

“I don’t know. You just look so sexy to me.” Your hands gently run down his chest, your fingers grazing that little bit of chest hair that peaks above his shirt. “Maybe it’s just you in it.”

Opening your legs wider, you allow him more access as he begins grinding his hips against yours.

“We can test that theory. Let Munson try it on.”

“Steve Harrington, there isn’t enough money in the world you could pay me to put that uniform on.”

You both laugh as Steve reaches between your bodies to push down his shorts a bit more and grip his cock as he runs the tip through your folds.

“Fuck. Always so warm.” His head falls beside yours and your pussy clenches as his needy pants heat up the skin on your neck. “How do you want Daddy, baby? Tell me. Tell me how you need it.”

“I just need you. Please, Daddy. Take what’s yours. I don’t care if it hurts.”

“Jesus Christ.”, he groaned, lifting his head to watch himself guide his hard length into your cunt. Your tight, sore walls clung to him like a vice and it was almost to much for even him. “Fuck. I don’t think I can be fucking gentle.”

Placing your palm on his cheek, you bring his lips to yours.

“Then don’t.”

He growled as Daddy fully took control and he collapsed against you thrusting roughly into you. Your hands clung to him tightly, pulling and yanking at his clothes as you caressed him anywhere you could reach. Pushing up on his arms, one of his legs slid your own higher up the mattress forcing him deeper into you making you mewl. Reaching for your wrists, he held them above your head as he pounded into you, his cock hitting your overstimulated sensitive spots that Eddie had stuck numerous times that evening with his own cock and fingers.

“Open your eyes, baby girl. You—mmm—said you wanted to fuck me in this. You can’t see me when those beautiful eyes are closed.”

“Feels…so—fuck—good…”, you whined. Steve released your wrists as he leaned back onto his knees and lifted your legs over his shoulders.

“Cum, Y/N. Cum on my dick, baby.” His thumb reached down to play with your clit, making you cry out as your hand shot down to try and stop him. It was no use; he was stronger than you and all you did was egg him on as he rubbed your aching bundle of nerves faster. “Come on, honey! You can do it. Number 15. This is the last one! Make it count.”

Eddie bolted up from his chair to cover your mouth, muffling your scream as you came.

“Good girl! Yes, that’s our good girl.”

You barely heard his praises as your hooded eyes watched as his head hung and with a few more rough thrusts warmed your insides. You felt the cold tip of the marker glide the final tally on your stomach before two sets of lips tenderly kissed the sides of your throat.

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A little while later your eyes slowly opened at the feel fingers caressing your face.

“Hey. There she is. You doing alright, princess?” You nodded as you scoot your body closer to his. “Steve ran out to pick up some food really quick. He wanted to have everything ready for when you woke up and after we took a shower. He’s not as disgustingly sweaty as we are.” He grins when you laugh. “I wish I knew you before junior year. Sometimes I get jealous that Steve remembers you before we met.”

His comment fully wakes you up as your eyes search his.

“You don’t remember seeing me at all?”

“No because I’m pretty sure if I had I would have pursued you as soon as I did. Do you remember me?”

Wrapping your arm around his waist, he sighs pleasantly as your fingers trace down his back. “I knew of you but I never believed what I heard. To be fair, my head was always down 99% of the time.” He smiles, nodding to himself. “Where did that come from, Eddie?”

His movements stop as he gives you his full attention.

“I don’t have a lot of people in my life that I love and trust. My life…has been rough…pretty much until I met you. I love you, Y/N and I’m so fucking proud of you. I know school has been stressing you out but you’re just rockin’ it, babe. I hope you realize that.”

Tilting forward you place your lips on his before pressing your face into his chest.

“I do, Sir. Sometimes I just need to be reminded.”

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hauntedwitch04 · 2 years

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Becky’s Halloween party!

Welcome to my Halloween party! I really love this feast, and I wanted to celebrate it with you all. I know that I’m already late, but here I am. I took some prompts from the internet, hope you like it. I’ll try to post everyday, but I can’t assure anything, I'm so sorry.

With love, your Becky,💫

DAY 1: “You can’t go out with such a thin jacket in October, you gonna get a cold!” with Steve Harrington

DAY 2: “I love this song. It totally gives me Halloween vibes.” with Timothee Chamalet

DAY 3: "If you keep eating so many sweets you will get cavities." "I eat you out practically every day and my teeth are practically perfect." with Sirius Black

DAY 4: “You know darling, it’s dangerous to walk around after midnight.” with Azriel

DAY 5: “You are scared of a crow?” “It’s a fucking crow in the middle of the night in October, obviously I’m scared.” with Eddie Munson

DAY 6: "You know, honey, as much as it costs me to admit it, your pumpkin is much more beautiful than mine." "Of course, I am the queen of pumpkins." with Steve Harrington (x Henderson!Reader)

DAY 7: "You saw the ghost, too." "Love...it was a fucking bedsheet." with tasm!Peter Parker.

DAY 8: "Did you buy a fucking cauldron?" "All witches need their cauldron to make potions, you dummy." with Ben Barnes

DAY 9: "If you keep singing the Nightmare Before Christsmas songs, I think I won't make it to Halloween in one piece." "But at least you'll know them all by the time we see it on Halloween night." "Tell me we're playing trick-or-treating, because this is a fucking treat." with Andrew Garfield

DAY 10: "Trick or Treat." "I choose treat, but I know something sweeter than this candy." "And what would that be?" "You." with Remus Lupin

DAY 11: "You are the cutest ghost I have ever seen." with Dad!Steve Harrington x daughter x Mom! Reader

DAY 12: "Feel lucky that I share my treats with you." "I left all the chocolate to you." "That's why I love you." with Remus Lupin

DAY 13: "Why do we have to choose a pumpkin, we already have X that it is an empty head." with Azriel

DAY 14: "I love spending my days with you in front of the fire and u good horror book in my hands, because I finally feel at home." with Regulus Black

DAY 15: "Remind me never to let you tell a scary story again, I will have nightmares for the next ten years." with Eddie Munson (for my sister)

DAY 16: "Strange as it may seem, I love walking through cemeteries at night. Everything is so scary, gloomy, and finally you feel really alive." "Love, I think it's time to stop reading Edgar Allan Poe." with Regulus Black

DAY 17: "What was that sound?!" "You stepped on a twig." "Why are there twigs on the ground!?" "Why are we in a freaking forest!" with Sirius Black

DAY 18: "I love reading during the rain, but you know what I love most? Reading during the rain with you in my arms, with your intoxicating scent of cinnamon and chocolate that smells like home." "Man! You give me diabetes." with Remus Lupin

DAY 19: "God, I wish it was Halloween every day if I could see you in that dress. You're the sexiest witch I've ever seen." with Joe Keery

DAY 20: "If you eat so many sweets, your stomach will hurt." "Oh come on, I'm not a child anymore." "Does your stomach hurt?" "Shut up before I punch you." with Rhysand

DAY 21: "You won't be able to convince me to enter that abandoned house." "Okay." "What, you don't insist?" "No, because apparently you'd rather be alone in the surroundings of an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere." "Fuck you." with Loki

DAY 22: "Would you like to watch Corpse Bride? I've already made hot chocolate and lit the fire." "Are you asking me to marry you?" "Why?" "Because it's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." with tasm!Peter Parker

DAY 23: "Tonight there is a full moon. Do you want to go watch it?" "No, sorry I can't tonight, I turn into a werewolf." "What?" "Stupid, of course I feel like going to see the moon with you." with Andrew Garfield

DAY 24: "Remind me never to let you drink at a party again, you looked possessed." "Well, at least I was in theme with the party since it was for Halloween." with Timothee Chamalet

DAY 25: "Oh my God, did you see that beautiful cat!" "I wouldn't go too close, it's a black cat." "Really? Are you afraid of black cats? I didn't think you were so superstitious." "Well I have a witch in front of me, so I believe in everything now." with Steve Harrington

DAY 26: "We could watch Sleepy Hollow." "I'm not going to watch another horror movie just because Johnny Deep is in it." "But have you seen how hot he is?" with Ben Barnes

DAY 27: "Why are you dressed as Dracula?" "Because it's my Halloween costume?" "I thought we decided to go as JD and Veronica!" "Well look at it from that point of view, they're both dead." "So will you be in a little while when I kill you." with Sirus Black

DAY 28: "You got me candles!" "Cinnamon and lavender, your favorite." with Remus Lupin

DAY 29: "Wow, what is that on your neck? Oh my God it's a bite! Did a vampire bite you? Are you going to be like Dracula? Oh my God, oh my God that's cool." "No man another animal bit me: my girlfriend." with Steve Harrington

DAY 30: "I will never again take a drink offered by you." "Why? Don't you like them?" "No honey, I love them, but I am more and more convinced that you are a witch and that you put love potions, because the love I feel for you is beyond imagination." with Azriel

DAY 31: “I fucking love Halloween Party!” with the Marauders

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dailyreverie · 5 months

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But first, coffee

A/N: I like to think Steve moves away from Hawkins at some point, he moves to the city and has a desk job. This is about his morning routine. Also, coffee shop AU, I guess. The title is cringe but I PROMISE it relates to the story 😂

Holiday prompts ⛄ 3. Peppermint

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader

Word count: 971

The coffee aroma around the corner had been dragging Steve for his usual latte every day for the past few months. It’s his last stop before work, and yours is the last friendly face he sees before facing the nightmare that is his tiny office cubicle. That’s why he always makes sure to get there early, with enough time to sit by the bar and keep you company, talking about nothing as the first hours of the morning go by.

Your creations fascinated him, always in awe of how easily you created new flavors and brews; Beyond his usual, comforting regular latte, every cup always held a surprise – lavender-infused milk, a hint of cocoa powder, or a touch of vanilla. You loved surprising him as much as he loved discovering it over a shared muffin, in the quiet calm before each of you delved into the chaos of your daily lives. That’s why Steve always got there early, to sit by the bar and share the tranquility of the morning with you.

His visits had become an unspoken morning ritual, “your boyfriend’s visits”, as your co-workers usually said, followed by blush denials that covered the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could one day become something more.

As the air outside got colder the coffee shop got cozier. It smelled of warm pastries and cinnamon, fairy lights danced across the wall behind you lighting up the menu. As usual, Steve was your first customer, swinging the door open and letting the cold air inside. “Holy shit it’s freezing today!” He exclaimed to no one in particular, dusting off the snow away from his jacket, but ignoring the one on his puffy hair.

“Good morning to you too.” you giggled, finding his disheveled appearance endearing, his red cheeks and nose making him irresistibly adorable. “I did something for you.” You lighted up with excitement. “A drink just for you.”

“For me?” His curiosity took over as he watched you steam some milk, crushing candy on top of it, and topping it off with chocolate powder. “Is this supposed to wake me up or give me a diabetic coma?”

You warned him with a look. “Just try it. It took a while to perfect it, I need to know if it’s good.”

As Steve took the first sip, the air between you thickened with anticipation, and the coffee shop seemed to hold its breath. The moment the warm liquid reached his lips his eyes grew bigger, he pulled the mug aside to look at it, as if it were hiding a secret. “This is amazing.” Simple, straight, and exactly what you were hoping for.

“Are you serious?” All your nervousness went away when he went in for another taste.

“Of course I am! It is Christmas-y, and so warm, and that flavor!”

“Peppermint?” You confirmed.

“That!” His excitement only made you laugh and blush like a teenager. “You have to put this on the menu right this second, everyone needs to try this.”

“Oh- that’s not- it’s not going on the menu.” You rushed through the last part, busying yourself with the milk steamer. Still, you felt Steve’s eyes focused on you. “It is for you. Not for everyone in Indianapolis, not made for anyone’s taste, but for you.”

He placed the mug down gently, his expression a mix of gratitude and wonder. “For me?”

You nodded, a shy smile playing on your lips. “For you, Steve.”

Steve was speechless. No one had ever paid enough attention to him to create something so perfectly him. The realization settled in, and his gaze softened as he met your eyes. There, in the cozy peppermint haze you had made just for him, it hit him right in the face - the reason why his mornings are better is not because of the coffee, or because of your cozy shop, it is all because of you. You saw him like no one else had ever did,

He reached across the counter, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your hand. “No one’s ever done something like this for me before. It's...” He paused, searching for the right words. “It's special.” As Steve savored his drinkn, a warmth lingered not just in the cup but in the air around you both. “I have to go, but I-” He spoke suddenly as he came back to real life.

“Yeah, it’s okay, don’t worry.” You ushered him, sliding your hand away from his. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“No!” His rushed exclamation made your work friends turn to look at you both with surprised eyes when his hand reached again for yours. “No,” Steve repeated much calmer. “Tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“If you want, I would love to see you tonight.”

“Took you long enough,” you teased, a smile playing on your lips, mirroring the warmth in your eyes. "Tonight sounds perfect."

The excitement in Steve's gaze matched yours, and he quickly reached out for a napkin for you to write your address. “I’ll pick you up at 7.”

The realization of what was happening made your cheeks flush, and you nodded in agreement. "I'll see you then.”

As Steve made his way to the door, an accomplished smile all over his face, your co-workers exchanged knowing glances, their teasing smiles saying more than words ever could. The promise of a romantic evening hung in the air, and as the door closed behind Steve, the festive magic of the season seemed to have woven its spell around both of you.

It’s no surprise to anyone when, after that very first date, he’s now there when the store opens and closes, after every shift, and during every one of his breaks; Steve is there, in the very same spot where you both fell for each other, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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offictionandfandoms · 2 years

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Steve, Eddie, Billy HCs with a tall f!reader?

✑ Pairings: Steve Harrington x tall f!reader; Eddie Munsons x tall f!reader; Billy Hargrove x tall f!reader

✑ Warnings: female reader, NSFW mentions (nothing too detailed), some talk of Billy’s abusive father, mentions of bullying, cursing. (Let me know if I missed any)

✑ Authors Note: I’m so sorry it took me a little bit to do this! But I loved it. As a tall female myself, this hit home. So I hope you like it! This is my first headcanon post so bear with me.

✑ Gif isn’t mine!!

Steve Harrington

Probably would not give a single fuck.

He’d think it’s cool that you’re tall.

“You could, like, model or something.”

None of his ex’s were tall so this is new to him, though.

Would struggle with knowing where to put his arm at, at first.

Him going to sling his arm around your shoulder like he normally would to other girls but realizing it would be at a slight angle and would put extra weight on your shoulder/neck. So him hesitating for a moment before eventually sliding his arm around your waist, a proud smile on his face like he just solved the toughest math equation.

Going to grab things off a high shelf or cabinet for you but you easily grab it, leaving him stunned— he really wanted to help you…. and maybe flex for you.

Asking Robin for advice:

“What do I do?”

“What do you mean ‘what do I do?”

“Can I still pick her up?”

Then Dustin would chime in: “dude, she’s tall, not made of bricks.” He’d most likely call him a dumbass, to which Steve would entirely forget the conversation just to fight back.

Only for a second though, then he’d round back to Robin. “Is it okay for me to still- forget it, forget it. You’re no help.”

He’d want you to know that you being tall doesn’t bother him at all.

Your comfort is so important to him, he’d never want to make you feel insecure, which is why he’d be so worried about making the wrong move.

Though he did slip once (kinda like he did with Dustin and his teeth)

When he was once again trying to show off and grab you something off a high shelf, you accidentally bump into him while going to grab it yourself. He’d chuckle (most likely in embarrassment) and say something like “oh yeah, I keep forgetting you’re, like, 7” feet tall.”

The second he realized what he said, he goes to apologize, eyes wide and hands out. The guilty conscious is so obvious. Even when you started laughing and told him it’s fine.

Extra cuddles that night.

Speaking of cuddles: you’d always be the little spoon. Not because he wants to be in the ‘manly position’ but because he wants you to feel small and protected.

But when it’s super cold, you being taller than him allows him to tuck his feet beneath your legs to keep them warm.

In another attempt to make you feel comfortable with your height, he’d probably spurt off some bullshit like “I read, uh heard, that tall people can be smarter than shorter people. And less likely to have diabetes.” He’d start off sounding confident but that would dwindle as he realized exactly what he was saying.

“Uh, great to know.” Though you would make him feel better somehow, a kiss on the cheek or squeezing his hand.

Meanwhile, Dustin is on the ground laughing and Robin is dragging out the whiteboard to mark another “you suck” tally.

When you go grocery shopping together and you reach up to the top shelf, your shirt rides up just a bit (fashion industry mixed with being tall isn’t very great) but enough to show off some skin of your side.

That little glimpse drives him insane.

He’d sneak closer to you and slide his hand against the warmth of your skin, feeling the softness beneath his fingertips.

To make it better (and him more happy) you lean back into his chest, turning your head just enough to give him a kiss. He melts.

Despite him loving the little glimpses of skin, he knows how you wish you could find baggy shirts to relax in instead of more casual looking sleep gowns, cotton pants, or robes.

So being the sweet boyfriend he is, he would go hunt down some bigger shirts for you that weren’t too “masculine”, itchy, worn, or had weird designs on them.

Him asking whoever is working to help, awkwardly holding his hands out to, most likely inaccurately, show how long your upper body is so they know how long the shirt needs to be.

But he’d find some, he wouldn’t stop until he did.

He’d keep some to wear himself, knowing you’d take it later.

Two birds one stone: you have comfy shirts and it smells like him.

Three birds? Because he loves the sight of you in his clothing— even if he did buy them for you anyway.

He also loves seeing you in mini skirts and dresses, though.

Is very obvious when admiring your legs.

“Eyes up here, Harrington.”

Slowly dragging his gaze upwards until they land on your eyes. Doesn’t even care that he’s been caught.

“You’ll be the death of me, Y/L/N.”

Constantly telling the kids or whoever is in the passengers seat of the car to not readjust the seat settings from where you left them.

Threatening to kick them out if they try it anyway.

Literally reaching over to smack away hands from the adjuster.

Jumping up on the couch or a chair so he’s finally taller than you, probably almost slipping off in the same breath. Then just staring down at you with a beautiful shit eating grin at hearing you laugh.

If anyone mocks you for being tall, he’d be quick to defend you: “What did you just say?” The entire time he’d be squared up, chest puffed out and fists balled.

He’d give them the chance to apologize but if they don’t, he’d try to fight.

Given his track record with fights, let’s just pull him away lol.

If you succeed in getting him away pre fight, he’d be holding your face in his hands and telling you how wrong they are for what they said, how beautiful you are, and just trying to comfort you.

If you don’t get him away and they fight, you’d be sitting across from him on the couch or in an empty classroom or between his legs while he sits on the counter, gently trying to clean the blood off his fists and face. He’d still be trying to comfort you, though.

If y’all fought (verbally), no matter what the reason is, he’s gonna feel bad. He hates to see you upset, especially towards him. His first line of defense would be to try to make you laugh, or just try to calm you down. Sometimes his anger may bubble up but he’d walk away to calm himself down so he didn’t make things worse. He’d always try to make things better, probably with a new baggy shirt doused in his cologne and flowers. And lots of kisses.

Overall, he wouldn’t care that you were tall. May overthink it just on the basis that he wants to be a good boyfriend but it has nothing to do with him being uncomfortable with the height. He would absolutely adore you.

Eddie Munson

Fully would not care.

Being tall as a woman has always been something most people find odd and funny (maybe just personal experience???)

Him knowing how it feels to be bullied, he’d be so quick to welcome you into his circle.

“Don’t listen to them, they’re idiots. You’re-“ pauses while he holds his hands up, framing you between his fingers, “the best type of freak.”

Of course he doesn’t really think you’re a freak, but being the name typically given if you’re even slightly different, he likes to reclaim it as his own.

He’s probably taller than you but in the case you’re taller than him, he’d eat that shit up.

Him grabbing your ankle and holding up your leg “These?? Magnificent.”

Normally, eye contact would probably make him a bit nervous. But because you’re tall, eye contact is just so easy to accidentally make… Or purposefully if you wanna see him get flustered.

But sometimes.. sometimes he gets a wave of confidence and wants to see your pretty eyes and make you flustered.

Finger under chin, pulling your face around to look at him.

Butterflies. Birds. Pterodactyls. They’re all in your stomach.

Like Billy, he’d love to kiss up your leg. But not always in a sexual manner.

He’d sit you down on the couch or a step and bend down to tie your shoe for you, placing little kisses up your calf or thigh or on your knee. The softest of kisses, too.

A real princess moment.

Loves hugging you. Could live in your arms.

You’re always a work of art to him but as a lover of tattoos, he’d just be staring at your skin and randomly say , “You could have so many tattoos.”

So as an extension of being able to squeeze in extra tats, you’re totally metal, even if you don’t have them.

Him still picking you up to help you slide on the hood of his van or the counter or even just a table, even though you don’t need it.

His clothes would probably still fit you but he’d definitely pull a Steve and buy extras just for you.

Thinks it’s so cool how being tall affects how high you get.

Very curious to see how much you would need before you were trippin.

Would never experiment like that though.

Him teaching you guitar, you seated between his legs and his chin easily resting on your shoulder with his arms around you.

You seated on the floor in front of the couch or bed while he plays with your hair, braiding it while watching tv.

Cuddling would vary.

Sometimes he wants nothing more than to have you in his arms, spooned against his body with his nose pressed into your shoulder blades, smelling your sweet perfume and feeling your heart beating. Hand sneaking beneath your shirt to rest on your stomach, pulling you closer until there’s no space left.

But god he can’t deny how he loves having you spoon him, your arm wrapped up to his chest, his arm over yours, and your breaths fanning on the back of his neck- which sounds ticklish but it’s a reminder you’re there with him, like with the heart beat, and he can’t help but crave that feeling every night. Plus it’s just so comforting in general being held.

He does not hesitate to throw an arm over your shoulder and pull you closer into his side, no matter the angle his arm may be at.

Him looking up at you with that cute smile when he’s sitting at this throne during campaign night, patting his lap for you to come sit.

When he realizes that your knee is digging into the table from you both being tall, he moves his entire seat so you can be comfortable.

Or he’s pulling your legs across his lap so you’re pretty much laying on him.

When Mike someone at the table comments on how you’re both tall, Eddie looks at them with the same stare he gave Dustin when he mentioned the championship game.

You tell him it’s fine but he still makes sure to run his hand along your leg, gently squeezing.

He just wants you to feel comfortable.

When he hears about how you wished you could spin under someone’s arm without your head hitting them, he makes it a point to do it with you at least three times a week.

Even if he has to stand on the picnic table, he’s spinning you.

Him sometimes calling you by the names of his favorite female rock/metal musicians who just happen to be tall.

Him calling you by tall DND creatures but trying to make it cute.

“Did you just call me a fiercely stunning orc?”

“I said my favorite fiercely stunning orc.”

Would grab your waist and pull you against his body to kiss you before you could say anything else.

When a drug deal goes wrong or he needs to run from someone/something, he grabs your hand and hits you with: “how fast can those deliciously long legs go?” before taking off, dragging you with him.

If anyone tries to mock you for being tall, he’s throwing insults right back, standing a bit in front of you like he can hide you from the attention. He may even square his shoulders to be taller, all so you can stand behind him.

He wouldn’t really be the one to get into a fist fight (though he probably could), so you manage to drag him off. He’d be talking mad shit about the person for a minute, pacing a bit, before he stop in front of you, cupping your face and looking you directly in the eyes: “You are breathtaking.“

If y’all fought (verbally), he couldn’t handle it. He’s had to deal with people being upset with him so much in the past that the idea of you being one of them crushes him. He’d do anything in his power to alleviate the argument before it got worse. This is where he’d make good use of being the same height/almost and making eye contact, telling you very calmly how you two can work things out. Easing towards you so you don’t feel cornered, eyes studying you and eyebrow raised a bit. The second he’s able, you’re in his arms, him placing kisses to your temple, “I’m sorry, I’ll make it right, I’m sorry.” Even if it isn’t his fault.

Overall, being tall would literally not be a single issue for him, it wouldn’t change anything, he would love you just the same.

Billy Hargrove

If you’re taller than him or as tall, he would hate it at first.

It would put him in the mindset of his father, the asshole.

Yanno how some people tend to make themselves look smaller when they’re scared or upset?

Yeah, he’s going to see someone being taller or bigger, as in height, as a show of dominance, even if they’re not meaning to.

He would hate having to look up at you if you’re taller.

When around you, he would square his shoulders to try to make himself look taller.

Because again, he will see that as a show of dominance.

And since his father is how he is (an asshole), we know that Billy doesn’t have a lot of dominance at home.

So he seeks this dominance out in the public world, such as over Max, over Steve, over anyone else that he can.

So when you come up to him and you’re looking him directly in the eye or he has to look up at you, it’s going to make him feel small.

And he is going to hate it.

But eventually he’ll get over it.

Eventually he’ll see how incredible tall women are.

If you’re sporty, he’d see the advantage you have at basketball (I know— annoying stereotype, but it is slightly easier).

Long legs carrying you down the court

You barely even jumping to make the goal

The way the shorts are just a bit shorter on you (because once again the fashion industry isn’t really made for tall people most of the time)

Oh boy, when he sees you in a miniskirt or a minidress

Just… Anything that shows off your legs?

Yeah he’d eat that shit up instantly.

Eyes dragging up and down your body, tongue running over his teeth, smirking.

Because you already know where his mind is at.

Those legs wrapped around his waist. Constantly. Making out? Yeah, he’s got you in his arms, gripping your ass or thighs. Having sex?? Oh he loves feeling your legs tighten around him right before you orgasm. Cuddling in bed? Wants to be right between your legs, head on your chest.

He’d pick you up all the time just for that.

Now cuddling….

This is the only time he’s okay with feeling small.

Because having his head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat with your chin on top of his head, legs on either side of his body?? Literally comfort.

He’d probably pass it off as he loves laying on your tits but. Man just loves being close.

The fact that you’re tall enough to allow him to do that without your knees jabbing into his ribs is a plus.

Long torso? So many kisses can be placed. So many touches can be given.

I mean. Don’t get me wrong. Kisses would be trailed up your leg, finger tips barely tickling the flesh to get a reaction out of you.

But the soft skin of your belly? He’d love to place a kiss there, hands gripped at your waist to keep you close. It’s one of the softest moments.

And because of a long torso, his lips aren’t too close to your boobs, making it less sexual.

He’d absolutely still make it sexual though.

When riding in his car or sitting beside him in general, expect his hand to be gripping your leg.

Taking the seat adjustment idea from Steve and..

He wouldn’t mind if you readjusted the seat in his car but also wouldn’t think to tell Max not to mess with it.

But when she does, just…

One hand on the seat in between your legs, the other pulling at the lever/knob to help you adjust it. Meanwhile he’s holding eye contact, leaned in real close, that fucking smirk on his face.

“That better, dollface?”

AHH

Uses you being tall as an excuse to look at your tits.

If someone mocks you for being tall, he would not hesitate to defend you.

Mans is strong and can beat some ass if need be.

This is a need be case, in his eyes.

You’d definitely be cleaning blood off his fists after, maybe off his face depending on if the opponent landed a hit.

He wouldn’t necessarily be giving you comforting words but he’d take extra time and care in showing your body attention that night.

Now if y’all fought (verbally), it would definitely have him more on edge. Especially if you’re closer to him (even if it’s in a non threatening way). Eye contact would be a serious issue right then and if you tried to make eye contact, he’d probably get super uncomfortable and flip shit (he has issue expressing emotions). If you tried to touch him, he wouldn’t get physical with you but he’d definitely brush your hands away rather quickly and back away to avoid any more contact.

However if you were yelling at him and getting close and he felt backed into a corner, he would habitually try to seem small, chin down and looking anywhere but your eyes. His father really has him fucked up.

Again, he doesn’t feel comfortable expressing emotion, especially those his father sees as not masculine. So after realizing what he’s doing, he’d probably stand up straighter and walk you back against the dresser or bed or just far enough back to let him walk out the door, probably slamming it behind him.

Overall, he would be really iffy about it at first, probably make you feel insecure if you didn’t know why, but then he’d get over it and never miss a beat when it comes to showing you he finds you attractive and cares.

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random-imagines-blog · 7 months

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Struck Blind {Steve Harrington x Reader, Part 5}

Wordcount: 6174 Chapter Summary: A hangout? A date? Hard to know exactly what it is, until the end plays out.

Previous Chapter can be found Here.

Next Chapter can be found here.

Despite your best intentions, despite how hard it was to keep the lie inside, you kept finding yourself at Starcourt, especially the food court. You tried to blame it on the air conditioning. You tried to blame it on the fact that you were sick of watching your cousin being shirtless and flirting with the married mothers at the pool and there wasn’t much else to do in this town. You tried to blame it on the fact that Max was spending time with her friends and her boyfriend, as she should be at her age, and you were getting a little lonely. And you tried to blame it on the fact that if you had a friend in this town, it ended up being Robin and Steve was just always right there, working with her. Alright, maybe he was a friend too. He perked up each and every time that he saw you walk in, back straightening up, and already started to get your order ready. You were around enough to have ‘a regular’. And he always made it just right, adding on the extra toppings and never charging you for them.

“I don’t get how you spend your days here,” Steve said, spinning the cap around his index finger as you leaned against the counter, eating your ice cream. You were going to have to slow down on it eventually. There was only so much that you could eat before it started to show. “Once I find a different job, I’m never stepping foot back in this mall-”

“Mostly because you already tried asking out every girl who works here,” Robin chimed in from the back. “And embarrassed yourself monumentally.”

“Not the point,” Steve said, and you noticed that he wasn’t denying it. Actually, the pink tinge on his cheeks gave away that it was the total truth. You tried to hide your laugh. You really did. “I’d still prefer to go to the Hawk Theater rather than this one. Have you seen the size of the sodas? Diabetes in a cup.”

“I haven’t been to either, actually,” You admitted. “Where’s the Hawk theater?”

“It’s hard to miss,” Robin said, coming out, looking bored as usual. “In lovely downtown Hawkins.” She eyed you for a minute though, looking you up and down. “Do you really just spend all your time here and at the pool?”

“You were at the pool?” Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. “Wait - both of you were at the pool?”

“I’ve only been back a couple of times. The last time I went, one of the moms was putting on so much hairspray, I couldn’t get the smell out of my bathing suit. Like, why are you doing your hair if you’re just going to get in the water? And if you’re not going in the water, why go to the pool? I don’t get it,” You shrugged, shaking your head.

“You know why they go to the pool. Billy,” She gagged.

“Yeah,” You said, figuring that to be the truth, unfortunately. It happened in California too. He spent his summers lifeguarding on the beach, and he had a lot of admirers there too, despite being underaged. “If I ever, EVER, become one of those ladies, I want you to find me and smack it out of me, okay Robin?”

“Yes ma’am,” Robin gave you a salute. Steve, on the other hand, was looking disgusted by Billy’s name coming up in conversation, even if you made sure that it breezed past him. It wasn’t a topic that you wanted to get stuck on. You’d just end up telling him about your relationship to his enemy and everything would come crashing down. The bit of fun that you were having would unfortunately end. Luckily, his mind seemed to drift past it, coming across something else.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Steve asked, resting his elbows on top of the counter, his hat looking like it wanted to fall off of his head onto the floor. You had to think about it. It was just another weekday. A Wednesday.

“I was going to call my parents and tell them all about the excitement in Hawkins,” You said, somewhat sarcastically with a shrug. “Other than that, nada.” Billy was working, and Max hadn’t expressed that she wanted to do something with you. It was a rare occasion when that happened, since she was out there with Lucas and Elle and the rest of their little crew. But when it did happen, you’d cancel anything. Maybe even on Steve.

“I have tomorrow off, I can show you around,” Steve suggested. Robin rolled her eyes, and went into the back, probably to get the ‘you suck’ board. “I got my car fixed. We can go to the theater, maybe drive around. Show you that there’s more to this town than the mall.”

You smirked to yourself as Robin came out wih the board, ready to make a mark under her favorite column. “Sorry Robin,” You told her. “Looks like you’re going to have to put a tally on the other side.”

Steve looked over his shoulder at Robin, confusion covering his puppy dog face. It only took him a minute to realize that it meant that you were saying yes to him showing you around. “Cool, yeah,” He said, running his fingers through his hair, playing it off like he thought you would say yes the entire time. The hat finally fell onto the ground, and he bent down low to pick it up, putting it back on his head haphazardly. “I can come pick you up?”

Your mind shut down that idea quickly. If Steve came before Billy left, there was going to be a scene. He already didn’t like that you spent time with King Steve. He tried to talk you out of it when he found out that the mall was where you spent your days. But shit, if he knew that you two were going to be hanging out with each other one on one, he was going to have something to say about it, and he was going to say it to Steve with his fists. Or even if Neil saw and asked whose car it was that picked you up? Trouble. So much trouble.

“Actually, now that I think about it, I meant to go to the library and return some books,” You said, quickly. “I can meet you there, and then we can head out? I was thinking the early afternoon, but if you have a time that works better for you-”

“No, that’s cool,” Steve said. “I haven’t been there for ages, so you can start the tour with me there,” He grinned.

“You’ve actually been inside the library? Surprising,” Robin commented, dryly. She made a tally mark under ‘You Rule’ though she didn’t look happy about doing it.

Another scorching day in Hawkins. Billy dropped you off at the library on his way to work and you were oh so grateful for the air conditioning. You had made an account here mainly for the fact that it had great air conditioning. And it was a quiet place where you could get some peace after the madness of being around the Hargroves. You did actually have books to return, so you didn’t completely lie to Steve. You finished one of them yesterday while you waited for Max to get home. She was in a mood today, her temper flaring up, face nearly as red as her hair.

“What did the jerk do this time?” You had asked, and she went into the most recent argument that she had with Lucas. This was far from their first break up this summer. It was also unlikely to be her last. After she got all that out, she asked you about your day - and you spilled it all too. You were going to be getting a tour of the one and only Hawkins, Indiana by King Steve Harrington himself.

“I knew you thought he was cute,” Max had teased.

“Hey, give yourself a year and you’ll see it too,” You returned.

She actually woke up with you that morning and helped you to pick out something to wear. You didn’t want to seem like you were trying too hard. But you also didn’t want to turn up looking like slop either. You managed to find something in between with a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, and of course you slathered on the sunscreen, just in case he wanted to take you somewhere outside. You’ve heard rumors of this Lover’s Lake.

You were already in too deep, you might as well go swimming.

You waited for him at a table near the doors, picking up a magazine at random and flipping through it. You were reading an article about which kind of perm might be right for you, when his scent caught your attention before he did. Sandalwood. That’s what it was. He didn’t take the seat next to you but he did lean over the table, hands pressed down on it. That was the first part of him that you saw that day. His hands. The tendons on the back of them jutted through the skin, creating all sorts of lines that it would have been nice to run your fingers over. And then you noticed the watch, definitely an expensive one by the looks of it. He hadn’t been wearing it at work so it appeared like he was dressing up for you too a bit. That was real cute. “You’re thinking about a perm?” He asked, his head tilted, reading the name of the article that you were looking at.

“I don’t think so. I heard they smell rancid,” You said, closing it up and pushing it aside. “Have you ever thought about getting one?”

“And damage all of this?” He asked, picking up one of his hands and running it through his hair. “No way.” You shared a laugh together at that. He was really leaning into the Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington persona, but it was a good look for him. It looked amazing today, tousled enough to look like it was natural but you knew how much effort it really took to make a hairstyle look effortless.

“No, you’re right, leave it as is. The world needs it,” You joked, getting onto your feet, and pulling your bag back over your shoulder. “So this is the library. Over here is the magazine section. And then you’ve got fiction over there to the left - and non fiction to the right,” You said with a grin, since he did say that the tour should start there. “Is there anywhere else you want to look? The bathrooms are pretty nice but the decor isn’t anything to write home about.”

He cracked up at you. He didn’t seem to be tensing in pain anymore which was a sight for sore eyes. He recovered really well. Bounced back amazingly. That lessened up your guilt little by little. “I already got us some tickets to the matinee, hope that’s alright,” He said, that grin on full display. He probably practiced it in the mirror because it was perfect. The right amount of teeth. “They’re showing Splash again, with the like .. mermaid chick.”

“Perfect, I missed it in theaters last year,” You said, stepping out from the seat, away from the table. As if by instinct, Steve was right there to push your chair back in, tuck it away properly. It was a cute gesture. More considerate than you had been expecting. He stayed right beside you as you walked out of the library together, not pushing any boundaries or entering your personal bubble. It made you wonder what exactly this was. A friendly show the summer girl around town? Or was it more of a date? Against your better judgment, you hoped that it was the latter. A summer romance might just be the thing that you needed. Even if that came with the challenge of it only lasting for a summer.

Steve’s car was parked in front of the library, but he didn’t head in that direction. Still, you ended up giving it a look as you passed on by. The windows were fixed, and the dent that Billy’s car had made was buffed out. It must have cost a lot to get it back in this condition. “I thought we’d walk,” Steve explained, scratching the back of his neck. As he did so, the blue button up shirt that he was wearing lifted up ever so slightly, revealing a sliver of flesh from the hem to the top of his blue jeans. The main takeaway here is that he really is tanned all over. His skin held that healthy glow. The second was that there was definitely a hint of a treasure trail under his belly button. The shirt fell back down and you really tried to make it seem like you hadn’t been looking. “- downtown is pretty small so...”

“Good idea,” You smiled at him, moving closer to him to allow an older woman to pass by. His hands instantly went to your shoulders, holding you steady until you moved back into your earlier position. “Are there any cool places outside of downtown?”

“I wouldn’t say cool...” Steve thought, his lips pursing together. “Lover’s Lake is a good spot...”

It felt like something right out of a movie. They all had those, right? A place overlooking the water or the city where teenagers go in their cars and make out in the backseat. That’s what your brain is focusing on now. That’s what you couldn’t get out of there.

“There’s a lot of woods around, but I uhh - I wouldn’t recommend camping,” He continued. “-cougars and stuff,” He said, quickly. It was a good cover. You knew exactly what he was actually talking about - the demogorgon, the Upside Down. Eleven had closed it all though. Or at least, that’s what Max had told you when she caught you up on everything that had happened. You were her one confidante outside of the group that had been originally involved. But Max wasn’t supposed to tell anyone, so you were keeping it on the downlow too.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m not super into camping,” You told him, watching as relief flitted by his face. “But if there’s a lake, I’d like to see it. I miss the water. I lived by the beach for most of my life so it feels weird only having the pool as an option.”

“Do you go to the pool often?” Steve asked, trying to keep his cool. Was that a touch of jealousy that you saw? Or was he just being protective because of your cousin’s reputation? Either way, it did make you feel a little special.

“Only a couple of times, just to lounge out and read, people watch,” You explained. “Gets lonely though, except for that one time that I saw Robin there. The mall is a lot better.”

That seemed to placate him, for now. The Hawk Theater wasn’t that far from the library at all. Just a block down and over a little bit. The marquee stood out, creating a shady space to stand under, and there was a bored looking man in the booth. He glowered at Steve as he walked up with you and showed that he already had tickets. You noted the interaction, sheepish Steve and the angry man, and raised your eyebrow at him once you were in the cool and carpeted interior. “Is there a story there?” You questioned.

“A bit,” Steve admitted. “I don’t really want to talk about it. I was - kind of a dick a couple of years ago,” He admitted, full on. Now that was another surprise. People didn’t usually know that about themselves, let alone tell other people about it. Or take responsibility for it.

“Wow," You said, stopping close to him as you stood in line to get popcorn and a drink. He already had his wallet out, putting his hand out to stop you from grabbing yours, his palm touching the back of your hand. He shook his head.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on me. I’m the one who asked you,” He said, a dazzling smile then appearing on his face. You returned it, and decided to let your wallet stay in your bag for the time being, since he was being so nice about it. The smile did drop off of his face though as you both took another step closer to the counter, one less person in line. “It uh - took a while to do some of that ... self-actualization stuff. That’s what my friend Dustin calls it, anyway.”

You’ve heard a lot about Dustin from Max. It sounded like he used to have a little crush on her, before she started to date Lucas, only she hadn’t realized it. It was cute watching these kids navigate through feelings and stuff. You were just happy that Max had some really good friends in those boys, and in El.

“Sounds like a smart kid,” You commented. The conversation was interrupted by the ordering of snacks, Steve ordering quite a few. And just one large drink, which he ordered more shyly than the other things.

“I can never finish a whole one, so-”

“Totally fine with me,” You assured him. He paid, being the gentleman that he was. The cash looked brand new, like it had just come from the bank. Crisp bills. A sure sign of being well off if you had ever seen one. All your own was crumpled up inside of your bag or creased from the fold of your wallet. But not Steve’s. It reminded you of how fast his car was fixed up, and how it looked like it had never been damaged at all. He came from wealth. The people you knew back in Cali who were like that were often pretentious, snobby, rude. But Steve didn’t seem like any of these things. You were liking Indiana more and more. Once you were in the theater and found the prime seats, the conversation resumed. “I can’t say that I know you too well but - you seem like you’re doing great, Steve.”

There was a long pause between your words and his next ones. You wondered if you had said the wrong thing. But then out came a soft, “Thank you.” You looked at him and smiled just as the lights dimmed down and the previews began.

There was something about being in this older theater that made the movie more enjoyable. The old style animation commercials advertising popcorn and drinks that could be bought from concession. Local commercials, like for the Fourth of July festival, Bradley’s Big Buy, Enzo’s Restaurant. A few were thrown in for upcoming movies but it was mostly staying local. The seats were comfortable, having been stuffed and sewn and restuffed and patched over the years rather than feeling like they came right out of a factory.

And the movie - the movie was glorious. Daryl Hannah was beautiful, Tom Hanks was a cutie-pie. Your shoulders were touching Steve’s the entire movie, both of you subconsciously leaning in towards one another. There was a point, when the mermaid character was biting into a lobster, where you held up one of the candies that you chose, and Steve ate it right out of your hand, his lips brushing against your fingertips. That’s never happened before. That feeling of intimacy.

After the movie, the two of you stuck close. Walking beside one another, the back of your hands brushing against each other. This felt like more than a tour of the town now. This was beginning to feel like a ... well, a date. God, you really were falling for your summer-time crush weren’t you? Getting all nervous and sweaty palmed and averted gazes and fluttery eyelashes.

“So what area of town are you staying in?” Steve asked casually, a question that had your heart pounding for another reason. If you lied, you could be caught out easily, especially if he offered to drive you home afterwards, which was what this was leading to. “Maybe I know your cousin. It’s a small town.”

Oh, he knew your cousin alright. Loathed one. Saved the other. “Oh, maybe,” You said, shrugging casually. “But I see them everyday, not you. I want to know more about you.” It wasn’t a lie, actually, you did.

“Really?” He said, looking at you with surprise in his eyes. He then coughed a little into his hand, like he was trying to regain himself. “I mean, yeah, sure, what do you want to know?”

“Hmm... oh, okay. If you had to rename Cool Whip, what would you call it?”

“What?” Steve asked, looking at you with an expression of pure incredulousness. “Cool whip?”

“Yup, Cool Whip,” You grinned. “If you think about it, they probably didn’t settle on the name right away. The marketing team had to come up with different names, and that’s the one that they decided on. But what do you think some of the other names were?”

You weren’t sure if Steve was actually going to play along with this game. He walked with you back to his car, but before he unlocked the doors, he stopped, one hand on his hip, and the other on the roof of the vehicle. “Creamy Dream?”

That surprised you. That surprised you enough that you let out an embarrassing bark of laughter, and covered your mouth. He seemed to realize what he said and a light blush flitted across his tan cheeks. He started to laugh along with you, even as he finally opened the doors and let you inside of his car.

“That’s my new favorite,” You say, still laughing as you put on your seatbelt. “Puffin lovin,” You suggest, and he cracks up again. He gets the car onto the road and we keep on spouting ideas, laughing hard. You don’t even know where you’re headed. You don’t really care.

“Whippy-whips.”

“Whiffy Puff.”

“Sweet dreams.”

“Puffy cow?”

“You came up with the best one already, I'll never forget creamy dream.”

“Never going to live that one down, am I?” Steve asks, and I notice that the houses, the buildings, are growing fewer and fewer and the trees are growing thicker.

“Never,” I smile. “I’m just tempted to tell Robin,” You tease, and Steve groans.

“Please don’t, she teases me like crazy anyway.”

“Okay, okay, I won’t tell for now, just because .. this is going really well,” You admit, your body turned in his direction, giving him my complete attention. Although this area is darker than the streets, due to there not being nearly as many streetlights, you can still see his handsome visage. The straight arch of his nose, the soft jaw, the hair perfectly in place. “So Steve, which part of the tour is this?”

“Thought I’d show you the lake,” He offered.

“This ... Lover’s Lake?” You asked, teasingly. “Are you sure you’re not getting a little ahead of yourself there?”

Steve instantly turned a color of red that you had only seen on a tomato. Itt was almost the exact shade actually. It was impressive. “I wouldn’t - I mean, if you want to but - that’s not what I was .. not expecting?” He stumbled, his mouth going faster than his brain. Was this really the King Steve that my cousin used to complain about all the time? He seemed a lot more humble, a lot more .. down to earth, not nearly as cocky as he had been made to seem.

“I’m just messing with you,” You chuckled. I knew Max did the same thing to him all the time, it was now officially a family trait. “I’d like to see the lake, it sounds nice.”

He looked at you with disbelief and then chuckled, shaking his head. “You scared me for a minute there,” He admitted. “Thought you thought I was going to try to force you into something. I would never do that by the way. Never’?

“No, I didn’t think you would, I swear,” You said, feeling the need to do a little damage control. “Really, you don’t strike me as that kind of guy.”

“Good, that’s good,” He said with a nod, his perfect hair bobbing in his face. It’s amusing to watch. You lean back in my seat as we pull up real close to the water. We must be off the road by this point. But wow.

Wow.

The way that the sun was just beginning to set and the sky was turning from a blue to a peachy color, just starting, was magnificent to behold. You had seen a lot of beach sunsets in California but something like this was just - unreal. With all of the trees becoming mere silhouettes rather than detailed. You were just staring with awe through the windshield.

You didn’t even notice that Steve was staring at you, you were too busy being absolutely amazed. “Do you wanna step out?” He asked, his entire face soft when you turned to look at it. Almost like a .. a puppy looking at their favorite person. “No .. roof in the way,” He pointed out, and then winced at himself. You chuckled because God, if he wasn’t the most adorable dork in the world, you’d eat your own hair.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” You said, undoing your seatbelt and stepping out of the car, onto the pebbled beach which turned into water. You crouched down and picked up one of the rocks. It was a light gray color that many might have thought of as just plain, smooth, round, but you picked it up regardless. You rubbed your finger across the warmth. It had just been soaking up the sun all day. “Do you ever skip rocks here?” You asked.

“I used to when I was a kid. Used to come here every day in the summer,” Steve said, stepping up beside you. He was looking down at the rocks too, before finding one that was smooth and flat. Perfect for something like this. “Dunno if I still have the skills though.”

“Go on then,” You said, jutting out your chin to the water. “I wanna see what you got. I promise, if you’re awful, I won’t tell Robin and give her something else to tease you about,” You joked playfully. He rolled his eyes and gave you a little nudge before turning his body to the side, and whipping his hand out, letting the rock fly. It skipped across the water twice before sinking under the ripples of its own making.

“Yup, I still got it,” He said, picking up another stone, and tossed it like it was a coin, grabbing it again. You chuckled and then tried yours, though it only skipped the one time, before disappearing.

“Never had it. That’s the best one that I’ve ever done,” You said with a grin, still proud of yourself even if it only did the one.

“Come on, I’ll show you,” He said. For a minute there, you thought this was going to be one of those corny moments that you see all of the time. Where the guy tries to teach the girl how to play pool but pressing himself up against her, to try to ‘hold’ the pool cue properly. But it wasn’t like that at all. He actually stood across from you, showing you how to hold the stone, lightly touching my hands and your hands only. Then he mimed throwing a stone, to demonstrate the way that the arm should move as you whip it. “Try it now,” He said, finding another stone, handing it to you.

“Okay, let’s see how good a teacher you are,” You chuckled. You moved in the way that he showed you, and to your surprise, it skipped once - twice - thrice - and then dropped below the surface of the water. “Wow. A better teacher than a doer,” You said, looking at him, your face filled up with glee. “Three - that’s a record I don’t think I’ll ever break.”

“That was great,” He said, his own grin as he looked out at the water and then back at you. In the natural light, he really did look ... spectacular. And the way that he was looking at you too. It was just so .. soft. There was no leering and no ogling, he kept his eyes on your face and looked at you as if you could be ...

Salvation was the only word that came to mind. He noticed that you had caught him looking at you and looked embarrassed for a second but then, didn’t look away. “Steve...” You heard your voice say, without even knowing what you were going to follow it up with. Maybe you didn't even have to follow it up at all. He stepped in a little closer so he was still a respectful foot and a half away from you but it still felt really close.

“Are you really only staying for the summer?” He asked. He looked almost forlorn when he asked it. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, waiting for the answer that he knew wouldn’t come. You could only nod, because it was the truth. You both had to stay in the reality of this Summer, or ... who knows what could possibly happen?"Just my luck. Coolest, and most beautiful girl in Hawkins and she’s leaving at the end of the season.”

You did have to smile at the compliments. They were really nice to hear from someone, and the way that he was looking at you. This still wasn’t King Steve. He seemed to be long gone. This was someone new, that you haven’t heard about from Billy. This was more of the version that Max saw, but not nearly as annoying. Probably because he wasn’t trying to tell you what to do in the case of a giant monster attacking. And even if he did, you would probably listen to him since he has way more experience with that kind of thing in Hawkins than you do. “Yeah, it does sound like shitty luck,” you admitted. “But ... if you think about it, the summer can feel pretty long sometimes. And we still have another two months of it...”

“A lot can happen in two months,” He figured out. You moved in a little closer to him, nodding.

“And there’s these things called phones, if we want to worry about the after...”

That seemed to be all of the permission, the affirming that he needed before he crashed his lips onto yours for the first time. And as odd as it was, he just tasted like the summer. Like sunscreen and fireworks on the Fourth of July, and excitement on the beach and days where you go to the mall just to soak up the air conditioning. His hands still didn’t wander to anywhere inappropriate. They rested themselves at the bottom of your ribcage, his fingers fitting into the grooves so well. You had your hands on his chest now, moving one up to hold onto his chin, to show that you liked this. That you wanted this. Turns out neither of you had intended for anything cliche to happen at Lovers Lake, but here you were.

There wasn’t any tongue in these first kisses, no pushing further than what felt natural for the time. And it broke apart smoothly, softly, your eyes looking into his that were the exact color of dark honey. “So I can call you in September?” Steve asked, picking up where the conversation had left off.

“September, October - all of the Bers,” You said with a smile.

“My dad’s going to kill me over the phone bill,” Steve cracked a grin.

“So make sure you keep doing an amazing job at Scoops so you can pay for it,” You say, teasingly. “I can call you sometimes. Switch it up. I don’t think my dad would mind.”

“Perfect,” He said, and laid a kiss on your forehead. And it did feel that way. As long as you were out together, everything felt perfect, with the still lake and the faint smell of sunscreen and the feeling of his strong hands always right behind you - not on you, but lingering - when he walked with you back to the car, ready to catch you in case you slipped on any of the rocks.

You didn’t let him take you home. He wanted to, and he had this little look of confusion on his face when you asked him to drop you off at the corner a couple of blocks away.

“I don’t want my aunt and uncle asking questions about why I’m letting some random boy drop me off after sunset,” You explained, though it was much more about my cousin. He just didn’t need to know that ... yet.

“I want to meet them though,” Steve said, hesitantly pulling over to the curb at the corner. “You know, walk you up to the door. Maybe give you a kiss goodnight?”

He looked so cute, so hopeful when he said all of this, it made your heart beat quicker and your cheeks start to feel tight from smiling. “Maybe next time. I have to keep some mystery alive,” You say, trying to play it off as something cool. Like you weren’t concerned about Billy seeing Steve coming up to the house and come walking out with a tire iron or something similar. Or about Steve recognizing the house as Billy’s for some reason. Or more than likely, Max’s, probably dropping her off the same way that he was with you right now.

“Okay - I’ll remember you said that,” Steve said, his voice so warm. Giving in without pushing back.

You undid your seatbelt, let it roll back into the holder. You turned my body towards Steve, and saw that he was already turned towards you, giving you all of his attention. There was a faint smile on his lips, like maybe he was trying not to look too eager. “You can give me a kiss goodnight right here, if you wanted to...” You said, softly.

“Would that be okay?” He asked, and you nodded. Now that the first kiss was out of the way, you were able to relax more into the second one. You both moved in at the same time, your arms going over his shoulders, elbows resting there, pulling him in more. His went under your arms, around your back, warm, large. And your lips met in the middle, hot breath coming from nostrils, hair tickling your arms - and though he was there to support you, to keep you upright, it felt like you could be falling. Melting.

It broke off when a car drove around the corner, and your senses just went haywire, pulling away to see who it was. Not Billy. Just some station wagon going down the street. You sighed in relief and met Steve’s eyes, which looked quizzically at you. “Sorry, startled me,” You said with a little laugh. “I’ll come into the mall and see you again soon.”

“Wait,” Steve said, the backs of his fingers brushing against your arm. “Could I at least get your phone number? Just in case you .. don’t make it in?”

You smiled, took his hand from your arm and gave it a light squeeze. You started to open the car door with your other hand. “If it’s fate, you’ll guess it,” You said with a wink and got out. You closed the door behind you and started to walk down the street.

Of course it wasn’t that easy. Steve, being the sweetheart that he was, drove alongside you at a really slow pace, eyes focused more out of the passenger door window than at the road ahead. “Come on, at least let me make sure that you get to your door safely,” He said, leaning out of his seat towards you. “I’ll worry all night if I don’t.”

“Oh Steve,” You sighed. “You’re too cute for words, you know that? But my uncle is going to be even more suspicious if I’m walking down the street with a car tailing me. I’ll be fine, I can see the house from here."

“You’re absolutely sure?” Steve asked. He still had that concerned look on his face as he spoke through the window.

“Yes,” You laughed. “What do you think is going to happen?”

You regretted asking that though, as you saw his face fall. You realized he must be thinking about Barb. About what happened to Will. The dangers. But you weren’t supposed to know that stuff.

“Okay,” He finally gave in. “Will you at least come out to the mall tomorrow?”

You laughed lightly again, this time not regretting what you were about to say.

“It’s Hawkins. Where else am I going to go?”

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Hi i requested before and you did so good could i request a steve harrington x diabetic male reader where the reader bloodsugar is low and steve just takes care of the reader

a/n- i dont know much about diabetes but i hope you enjoy!

The pumping sound of music is going to make you vomit. No one seems to care about your flushed face as you make your way through the crowd.

You thought going to a party with Steve would be fun, and it was until you felt your pulse weaken. You could feel it immediately and knew trouble was coming.

You sat in the corner of the room on the couch, putting your fingers to your wrist to feel your pulse. Your brain was going everywhere as you tried to tell if your pulse was weakened or getting rapid. The air in your lungs was either too much or not enough, sweat forms on your palms as your head feels like it's cracking open.

“Hey, are you ok?” The sweet sound of Steve's voice breaks through your panic as you shake your head no. Words can't seem to form as Steve helps you stand up. The world spins as he helps you through the crowd of people asking what's wrong. You can't hear what Steve tells them as he helps you into his car.

Steve has a worried look on his face as he quickly starts the car and speeds towards his house. You try to relax against the car seat as you take deep slow breaths. Steve seems like he wasn't to say something, but you're too focused on keeping yourself from passing out to notice.

You don't even realize it when you get to his house. Steve helps you out of your car, wrapping his arms around you as you practically fall onto the couch the second you get in the house. Steve puts his hand on your forehead as you close your eyes to try to get your brain to stop feeling like it was splitting in half. “God, you're cold.” Steve murmurs as he rushes to his kitchen.

He returns a few seconds later with a juice pouch as he helps you drink it. The sweet feeling of liquid in your symptom feels like heaven. Your throat finally stops closing as you fall back against the couch. “Are you ok?” Steve asks. Finally looking at him, you can see the amount of worry in his eyes. You give a weak smile as you reach for the juice again. “Yeah, I'm ok.”

Steve sits in silence with you as you finish the small box, feeling yourself slowly get better. “I'm so sorry, I had no idea this would happen.” Steve apologizes as he goes and gets another juice. A small laugh leaves your mouth as you prop yourself to lie on the side of the couch. “It's ok Steve, I didn't know it would happen either.” Steve gives you the juice as he sits on the floor in front of the couch. “You really gotta check your sugar more dude.” You chuckle as you take a sip. “Yeah, I know.”

“Let's just watch a movie.” He says as he turns on the tv. You smile to yourself as you feel him eventually move to sit at your feet on the couch. He takes your shoes off as he slowly rubs your calf lovingly. Getting a moment of peace feels better than anything at the moment as you and Steve doze off on the couch.

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Labyrinth - Bucky Barnes - Chapter III

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends. A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Word Count: 9.2k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, a lil drama, sorta steamy moments, reader's boss is a meanie, a look into the past of the reader and bucky, romanian words have translations written in parentheses.

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Bucky’s leg bouncing out of nervousness. Winnie is staring at them pointedly. Becca is trying to not laugh. Steve wants to run away, he really does.

“So you got him fake engaged.” Winnie states, Steve nods.

“So that you don’t have to follow tradition.” She states again. Steve nods again.

Becca laughs again. Bucky shoots her a glare.

“James Barnes, you do not glare at your sister.” She snaps, glaring at him.

“Sorry Ma.” Bucky looks back at his hands, the ring in place.

“Do you like this girl?” She questions.

Becca represses her laughter again, knowing the ins and outs of the issue at hand. Steve groans, burying his head in his hands.

“I don’t like her, she’s Wanda’s best friend so it worked out that way.” Bucky explains again.

“Did you ask her to come over?” She raises a brow. He nods.

“She should be here any minute.” Bucky gazes outside just as your car turns onto the driveway. Alpine perks up from her sleeping spot near the window, sunlight illuminating her white fur.

Everyone’s eyes are on your approaching form, you’re holding a box. Bucky rolls his eyes.

Alpine scratches at the window in recognition, you smile seeing her.

The little pathway is lined by solar lamps with tiny butterflies made on them. You take a few deep breaths before ringing the doorbell.

Bucky opens the door.

“Hi.” You smile, he opens the door further to allow you inside.

“You can take off your shoes here and wear those.” He points at the home slippers. You nod, manoeuvring the box and switching footwear.

You falter a little, Bucky’s hand moves around the small of your back to steady you. You’re flush against his chest. Your skin heats at the proximity.

Your gaze moves to the cut and bruise, “Did you ice it again?”

He’s about to respond, Winnie clears her throat from the archway leading to the living room, Bucky steps away from you.

“Thank you for inviting me to your home, Mrs. Barnes, I got these for you.” You move forward and elevate the box lightly. “It’s made with sugar free ingredients. Bucky mentioned his dad has diabetes, so even he can have it.”

Winnie smiles, “That’s generous of you.”

“Wait, I know that logo, that's Confection Confession!” Becca gleams, taking the box away from you, “I had their stuff at a friend’s party and followed them on instagram literally the best desserts, damn I want to order another cake right now.”

“You did?” You ask surprised.

“They have the best desserts that I’ve eaten in so long, mum you remember those party favour cookies?” Becca turns to Winnie.

“Oh my, those just melted in the mouth.” Winnie sighs dreamily.

You grin happiness coursing through you, Bucky rolls his eyes.

“Y/N actually is the person behind Confection Confession.” Steve adds, the mother daughter duo look between each other then at Bucky. Then at you.

“Well have a seat I’m sure we have a lot to discuss.” Winnie motions for you to follow.

“I’m slicing up these mini cakes.” Becca grins bounding over to the kitchen.

“Steve, go help Becca.” Winnie requests, he makes his way over giving Bucky and you a thumbs up.

You wonder if Wanda was here would you be more at ease.

Bucky moves to the opposite side, leaving you to face his mother and him. Alone. You fiddle with your bag, Alpine lunges at you.

“Alpine!” You coo, she rubs her face against your stomach, purring and settling onto your lap.

“I see she’s met Alpine but not me.” Winnie raises a brow at her son, you look at him, Bucky for the first time in your life seems nervous.

“Ma…”

She gestures for him to keep quiet, her questions begin, general questions getting to know you. College, hobbies, degrees, and work. You ask her questions as well, Bucky’s hard gaze is fixed upon you. Waiting for you to fuck up.

“So, what have you thought about telling others?” Winnie questions after a silence envelopes for a few moments.

“Others?” You question, your eyes shift to Bucky then back to his mother.

“Your family dear, I’m sure they would have been as baffled as I was.” She explains with a soft smile.

Bucky watches as you try to keep the smile on your face, your hand clutches the sofa, the other stays on Alpine.

“My family and I aren’t on speaking terms.” You tell her.

“I see, well, family is family, sometimes they don’t understand, sometimes we don’t, but if it gets too much and too bad, distance will help heal wounds.” She advises and you nod.

“Thank you.” you say, not knowing what else can be said.

“Right,” She glares at him, “now, Y/N, Bucky tells me that you both have agreed to this fake engagement.” She turns to face you again.

You nod, “Wanda and Steve don’t believe in the tradition, and if they follow the tradition to the finest of rules, then the couple who are shortlisted are rude, obnoxious and judgemental towards both of them and others.”

“Sharon and Brock Rumlow?” She looks towards Bucky, her eyes lingering on his jaw.

“Yes, he, James got hurt defending me against Brock.” You explain.

“You don’t call him Bucky?” She wonders, “May I ask why?”

“We aren’t that close in general, and he’s never corrected me.” You shrug, petting Alpine. Bucky scoffs. You narrow your eyes at him.

“Do you have any ulterior motive?” She questions, Bucky’s eyes widen.

“Ma, what the hell?” His voice raises, Steve and Becca walk in reverse back to the kitchen.

“I don’t, I’m doing this for my best friend. I don’t have any interest, romantic or otherwise. I have no motive other than having my best friend be happy.” You explain.

“I worry about him, it's been so long since he ever brought anyone home and now this for a minute I thought it was true and I was upset.” She gives you a warm smile.

“I can understand, I’d be worried and protective about my child as well.” You add, she nods.

“So how can I help?” She claps her hands.

“You have to do nothing.” Bucky tells her to stand up.

“I’m the mother in law, I need to know my daughter in law.” She says it as if it is simple.

“No, you don’t need to bond with her. We’re not interacting beyond the required events. Now if your curiosity is quelled can she go?” He gestures to you, you look down at Alpine.

“Sweetheart, don’t mind him. You can stay as long as you’d prefer, I’m sure Becca would love to ask you more questions regarding baking.” She requests, you shake your head to dismiss her concern.

“I, it’s fine, this is difficult to deal with and he isn’t wrong, the more minimum we keep it, it's easier to keep track of the lie.” You explain, carefully shifting Alpine as your phone rings.

“Excuse me.” You shift slightly checking the notification.

Unknown Number: hi, just wanted to place in my order for the day after is that possible? - Zeenath N

Y/N: hey yes, you can just let me know what your order constitutes and I’ll revert with the amount and payment link and pick up details, I don’t offer delivery.

Zeenath N Delivery 25th: 1 box of 12 chocolate chip, 1 box of red velvet, 1 box of peanut butter and chocolate chip, 1 box of raspberry and 1 assorted brownie gift box

Another message comes in,

Marianne: hi i’m on my way back, can I pick up the order earlier? If it’s inconvenient let me know.

Your eyes move up to Bucky, he glares at you as if checking your phone is a sin, you give Winnie an apologetic look. She smiles as if to brush it off.

“I have an order that is being picked up earlier, I need to leave, I’m so sorry to cut this short. Becca can always contact me anytime, I’d be happy to speak with her more.” You stand.

Winnie smiles yet again, “Thank you for agreeing to meet us.”

“The pleasure was mine, James, he spoke very highly of you, as has everyone I’ve met who knows you. Today I know why.” You beam, she chuckles.

You move towards the door, catching Steve and Becca eating the cakes. They wave at you with their mouthfuls. You laugh.

Winnie nudges Bucky to see you off. Begrudgingly he gets up, following you. He says nothing watching you. You look up at him wearing your shoes.

You smile at him while leaving.

“Thank you, for coming over on short notice.” He nods, while watching you move to the door.

“She’s a sweet person, I figured it might happen given what happened yesterday.” You shrug.

He hums. You turn walking to your car, pulling out of the driveway.

When Bucky returns inside everyone is in the kitchen devouring the dessert.

“She reminds me of something.” Winnie observes, as Bucky retrieves a glass of juice for himself.

“lumina soarelui (sunlight).” He answers back in Romanian absentmindedly. His shoulders tense when he realises.

“ai dreptate (you are right).” His mother replies, not trying to make a fuss.

Bucky heads out of the kitchen towards his old room.

Becca and Winnie share a look and a smile. Steve tilts his head looking amongst the three Barneses. Becca points at the sky and draws an outline of the sun on the kitchen table.

Steve’s eyes widen, he looks on after Bucky he’d heard those words before everything went to shit.

Six Years Ago.

The gathering at Steve’s is in full swing, parents out of town and the need for a weekend party to let loose. Wanda grins at him, his heartbeat picks up. Music is thumping and the bass is deliciously enticing.

She grabs your hand excitedly to finally catch his eye, unknowing that all this time she’s all Steve sees, you laugh, holding on to the box you carried. Steve invited you as well and Wanda said the two of you would bring dessert.

Which meant she over whisked the batter while dreaming about Steve’s arms and you had to take over and restart it while she kept daydreaming. Another tug on your arm has you into her bright eyes.

“What?” You ask, the feeling of being watched takes over your side, you know when you lift your gaze to your right you will see him.

“Bucky is staring at you.” She whispers, your skin heats.

You look up sure enough he’s next to Steve but his eyes are on you. You smile at him, his lips quirk up in the slightest before Brock touches his arm to divert his attention.

It's always this way, you always find each other even in the most crowded of rooms. The way something within you would urge you to look and there you would find Bucky.

“Imagine if we date best friends being best friends?” Wanda squeals excitedly, breaking you out of your pining.

“If he even likes me, I’m the one harbouring a crush.” You shake your head dismissing the thought.

“You need to give yourself more credit, Y/N.” Wanda sighs as you both finally make it into the kitchen, you open the box that harbours the sweet treats and hand Wanda two pieces to take to Steve.

Bucky enters the kitchen then, Wanda grins at you, wiggling her brows and giving you a thumbs up. You fumble with the corner of the box.

“Would you, would you like to try one?” You nervously ask him, his eyes move from you to the box of brownies.

“What kind are they?” he moves closer, the scent of chocolate and caramel greet his senses.

“Chocolate and Caramel with a little sprinkle of sea salt.” you grab a tissue and hand him a piece.

You don’t want to creepily watch him take a bite, but you also want to know his reaction. Bucky eyes the sweet treat, it does smell heavenly and you gave him a corner piece, he loves those pieces.

Brock enters the kitchen,

“Hey Y/N.” he greets and goes towards the brownie box, “You made these?”

You nod, “Yeah, have one.” you push the box towards him.

Bucky glares at Brock for interrupting. Though there was not a conversation occurring it still felt as if it was a moment only for the two of you.

“Sharon’s searching for you.” Brock says, Bucky makes a displeased sound.

Brock eyes him, your eyes fall to the brownie but Bucky hasn’t eaten it.

“Okay, um I’ll go find her, enjoy the brownies.” You look at Bucky, smiling at him again before leaving.

Sharon pulls on your arm dragging you towards a group of people, “Here she is!” she beams. You give a nervous laugh.

“Y/N this is Quinten Beck, he’s a colleague of Brock and Quinten this is the Y/N you have been asking about.” She acquaints the two of you. You to him, he’s smiling at you.

“Hi, I must admit, I’ve asked Brock about you more than I ask him about work related things.” Quinten laughs, you smile.

“I hope I don’t cause too much trouble.” You rub the back of your neck.

“On the contrary you make the trouble worth it.” He gives you a charming grin.

Your eyes dart towards the kitchen, Bucky stands there looking at the two of you. A scowl etched on his face. Your brows furrowed, were the brownies not good?

Quentin taps your shoulder and you look back at him.

“So tell me what does someone like you do apart from baking really good cookies?” Quentin chuckles, leaning closer as you explain your current life, completing your degree and an internship.

You make a note to watch the clock, five more minutes and you would find Bucky. You would tell him how you feel.

Maybe ask him out on a date? You had a cake batter ready at home to either cry with or celebrate.

You hoped it was the latter.

Present.

You don’t understand why your mind brings forth the six year old incident again. Maybe because you finally registered the date.

Quentin decided to promise you with a promise ring that he intends to replace it with a diamond one within two years, which would be today.

Five years ago, one year after meeting Quentin had asked you out.

You fell headfirst, when the man upon whom your heart was harbouring a huge turned into a heartbreaking revelation.

With Quentin you saw your entire future but then the rose tinted glasses began getting scratched and the grey reality seeped in, the only thing that he gave was heartbreak.

You shut the pandora’s box, the break up was over two years old, you had moved on yet things ached.

Now you had a fake engagement ring.

You want to laugh.

You realise how abrupt everything was at the Barnes household, you partly wonder if they know what he said to you. That they enjoy food items he doesn’t eat even a bite of with a passion.

You often wonder what would have happened if you didn’t meet Quentin, what would happen if you said no to the date. Would you still have intimately known heartbreak?

Breaking out of the reverie you smile at the little girl accompanying her mom, Marianne for the cookie package pick up. She grins up at you, her pigtails bouncing. You give her an extra M&M cookie, the one you packed when you heard her sweetly asking her mother when they would pick up the desserts over the phone.

They thank you before making their way out.

Heading back up to your apartment, you sigh, reaching for your phone to call up Wanda.

She picks up on the third ring.

“Hey how was it with his mom and sister?” She questions.

“It was okay, my brain decided to recall I was supposed to be engaged to Quentin now.” You sigh.

“I didn’t realise how difficult this would get for you.” Her voice is full of concern.

“It isn’t, it’s just, I don’t know how to explain it. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it’s more like why was the hurt there?” You exhale.

“You want me to come over with take out and we watch movies?” She suggests as you smile.

“No, I know you have date night, maybe this weekend?” You counter the offer.

“Y/N… you know I will forgo date night, Steve will understand.” Wanda’s brows furrow, Steve gestures to know what’s wrong.

Wanda mouths ‘Quentin’. Steve’s jaw tightens, both of them hated him for what he put you through, your revelation that the antics were not a one time occurrence left a sour taste in their mouths.

Guilt also swarmed, of not being there. Steve and Wanda were too enamoured with one another and when you decided to tell her you would like more time spent with her, she mistook what you meant which led to the rift while you were already drowning.

“I know he would but I’d rather go be surrounded by books today. I need a fictional boyfriend to take care of me.” You laugh, Wanda chuckles.

“Maybe a brooding, grumpy to everyone but you kind?” She adds fuel to the fire.

“God yes, pretty eyes and taller than me, just crushes me to his beefy chest.” You add, your brain instantly has Bucky conjured up.

“And the hug turns into something hot and smutty?” Your best friend giggles but your brain oh your brain reminds you of how Bucky’s scent cascaded over you.

The way those droplets of water traversed over his chest, the way his lips felt against yours, warm calloused hands teasing your flesh.

How would that feel?

“O-oh,” You breathe.

“Are you getting off right now?!” Wanda screeches.

“What no, my brain was just, just thinking of, of, Damon Salvatore.” You defend.

“Right.” She says in a tone of disbelief.

“What is the tone for?” You open the bottle of water.

“We both know you aren’t thinking of Damon Salvatore.” She teases. Your skin floods with warmth.

“Are you thinking of Damon’s arms wrapped around you or a certain brooding man who cooked you dinner and made sure you were taken care of?” She adds, grinning smugly.

“Stop grinning smugly, I can hear it all the way here.” You warn.

“Hmm, go to the bookstore also Steve says he knows a nicer independent one if you want to go somewhere new.” She suggests and Steve's eyes narrow.

“Yeah sure, send it to me?” The timer dings, “I’ll speak to you later and have fun on date night.” You bid each other goodbye.

Steve watches his fiancé have that little scheming look on her face.

“What are you scheming?” He questions pulling her into his lap.

“Who said I’m scheming?” Wanda feigns innocence.

“You have that same look as the time you got me brownies six years ago and then we ended up making out.” He brushes his lips over her jaw.

“Well, send me that bookstore’s address Bucky frequents.” She requests as his lips move along her neck.

“You little genius, you noticed too.” He grins, retrieving his phone.

“Of course I am, they just need to be locked in a room and bang it out.” She shrugs.

“A bookstore isn't an appropriate place to bang—,” he pauses when she raises a brow, “For others, we’ve done it doesn’t mean everyone should.” He completes.

“Well see, they just need a nudge. We’re simply nudging.” Wanda grins forwarding the address.

Steve then diverts her lips back upon his own.

Bucky finds solace among the scent of paperback books, the looming walls of books provide contentment. It had been a hard week after the pathetic weekend of lying. And then the admission of truth to his mother. Thoughts of you plagued him less often as his mind was preoccupied with important things. Yet his mind brought him back to you.

He’s away from that honeyed scent of yours, it's somehow even more addicting than when you carried the scent of dark chocolate with a lingering caramel.

His brows furrowed as he reread the back cover of the book he held, the scent of honey engulfed him again.

“I’m dreaming.” He mutters, trying to focus on the summary.

A book falls at the end of the aisle, he glances towards the source you’re placing the book back.

“It’s worse, I’m in a nightmare.” He places the book back wanting to get out of the aisle.

“Excuse me, Sir, Mister? Hey, you left your bag—, Oh, James… Hey…” he notes that you sound surprised, you recognised him from the arm ink matching it with his height. He’s in a short sleeved black t-shirt that clings to the body you’ve come here to forget.

A week full of thoughts plagued by him and his stupid face and his even stupider body that won’t leave your brain. Or rather your brain won’t leave the images.

He turns, taking the bag and going to the reading section not acknowledging your presence.

You bite the inside of your cheek, if he wanted to act like strangers then fine so be it. You turn to the shelves trying to find the books from your to be read pile. Specifically something that had physical intimacy and not just sex but maybe sex and smut would do.

This entire week tested you in every way possible. The conversation with Wanda and her sending you the address almost had you out the door. Then there was a panicked call from your Boss. That entire ordeal took the entire week to sort through. Therefore, you would not let James Barnes ruin your new book night. No, he would not ruin you finding a book boyfriend to fawn over and maybe cry over in case there was angst.

Picking up the titles you make your way over to the reading area. Which is unfortunately packed. You sigh, so much for reading through some of the books to decide which one you wanted to take home. You walk around with a pile of six books, trying to find even a single chair.

Bucky watches you from his corner seat trying to find a place in the crowded area. He spies at least six books in your hands. He scoffs. There is an empty chair opposite to him available, your gaze finds him, your lips press into a thin line. You don’t notice the empty chair yet.

You glance down at the titles, maybe you should not have gone overboard in search of your next book boyfriend. You sigh. There was no space here to sit and read and possibly have a coffee from the attached café.

Bucky watches as you gaze down at your books and then he watches you turn away. Setting the books on the shelf near you, taking out your phone and taking a picture of the spines. You contemplate putting them back or finding another corner to sit in to read. Maybe sitting in the aisles?

Another once over has you pause, you notice the empty seat near him. Your eyes narrow at him. Bucky gazes back down into his own book, finding where he left off. You make your way over, maybe the back area has more seats.

A shadow crosses over Bucky, “No you cannot sit there–,”

“Son?” An elderly voice seems taken aback, he pauses looking up at the old lady.

“I’m so sorry I thought you were someone else, please, sit.” He shifts his things from the table making space for her.

Your laughter finds his ears, he turns to you, sitting to his left.

“Dear?” The old woman looks at Bucky, “My husband would be joining me soon. Will you join that young woman, she has an empty seat?”

“I don’t think she would–,”

“Excuse me, young lady?” She cuts him off by looking towards you. .

You look at the old woman waving her hand to catch your attention.

“Yes?” You ask, looking at her with a smile.

“My husband will be joining me, and I can’t move too much once I sit, would it be alright for this young gentleman to join you?” She requests, you look at Bucky with a shit eating grin.

“Of course.” You say a tad too cheerily.

Bucky rolls his eyes, getting up and taking the seat opposite to yours.

“Thank you.” The lady smiles and then her husband joins her, kissing her forehead before sitting down and handing her a book.

Bucky’s gaze shifts to you as you pick a book from your pile, then he frowns noticing your ring is gone. You peek from the top of your book at him, finding his gaze fixated on your left hand.

“It’s in a necklace,” You show him the chain that harbours the ring, “Kneading dough batches so..” Your gaze falls to his empty hand.

He reveals the same necklace fix he did, “Gym.” is his one-word reason.

Silence takes over the two of you again and Bucky reads, you look back into your book. The main male character is talk, slightly grumpy and blue eyed, nope.

You switch the books, okay this one has green eyes okay, sleeve tattoo. Nope.

Bucky watches you bemused huffing and switching books after ten to fifteen minutes of reading. When you look up he looks back down at his own book.

He hears you huff in frustration, you switch your book again.

This book better have a guy who does not remind you of James Barnes or so help you god. You begin reading satisfied that the guy is the opposite of Bucky in physical reminders.

Brown eyes, taller than the female lead, no tattoos, no hair that is sort of long and frames his face in a way that is both groomed well or looks effortlessly messy but good. You peek up, Bucky’s bicep bulges as he runs a hand through his hair, licking his bottom lip as he reads.

What was the male lead doing in your book?

You look back down, then the words ‘pulled her into the shower’ cloud your vision. The next scene in the book has you shift around in your seat, the way they move, the way the male lead speaks to her, with such need but control, praise and husky whispers.

On the brink of him losing into her, you clear your parched throat.

Shifting again, skin heating as the scene progresses.

Bucky looks back up at you, you’re constantly shifting in his peripheral vision. It is getting annoying but then his eyes study you.

Your breathing rate is elevated, your lips bitten, oh, your knee bumps against his own as your thighs clench.

He smirks, then takes his phone out to search for the book. You don’t even notice his absence as he returns with the very same book.

You don’t notice as he reads it with so much intrigue. You exhale finally as the two chapter sex scene ends and the book is still in the first five chapters. You’re in for a ride.

“So did you like the move he made on page thirty five?” Bucky’s voice is like ice cold water to your heated skin.

“What?” You look up and catch sight of the book in his hands,“Why are you reading—,”

“I found the summary appealing.” He shrugs, cutting you off, “Now did you like that or what was it that had you squirming in your seat?” He turns through the pages, long, thick digits, featherlike over the page you almost envy the book.

“I don’t think you need to know.” You snatch the book out of his hands, “Why don’t you read the other book, Mr. Fiance.”

He chuckles, “So easy to get under your skin, Ms. Fiancé.” picking his original read again.

He has to bite his own tongue, the female lead in his book now moves closer to the male lead. His brain recalls the way your skin feels, the way your scent drowned him and he didn’t want to reach for the surface.

Bucky finds his blood rushing somewhere other than his brain, because all his brain can think of is the feel of your fingers on his jaw, how you would look perched on his lap, face to face with him and how it would be to have your lips within reach.

He shuts the book, placing it with a thud on the table. You look up then shrug looking back down.

Bucky clenches his jaw. What the fuck was wrong with his brain?

He is not supposed to harbour these old thoughts, they stopped six years ago.

Six Years Ago.

Bucky finds himself drawn to you. In any room he can find you, and when he does your gaze finds him. It might be creepy the way he searches for you. It might sound ridiculous but he feels as though the two of you are drawn to each other like magnets.

You sneak a glance at him, he watches that pretty grin of yours take over your face. Wanda says something to you and you meet his eyes with your mesmerising ones.

Then you smile, Bucky’s own lips lift in the slightest and then Brock opens his mouth and taps his shoulder.

“Yo Barnes, who are you gonna tap tonight?” Rumlow sniggers.

“Act a little mature aren’t you a company owner now?” Bucky shakes his head, taking a sip of his drink.

“Oh come on, I know Quentin already has his sights set on a girl, tell me who is it for you? Steve’s a lovesick puppy for Wanda so it ain’t your best friend’s girl.” Brock turns watching the area for anyone he could guess would be Bucky’s interest.

The man being questioned watches you head to the kitchen, his feet move, pulling him towards you. Today, today, he would finally ask you out. Enough mirror practices, enough asking Steve about you.

You’re giving Wanda two pieces of whatever you’ve baked. He can feel the comforting aroma of chocolate wrap around him.

Wanda leaves, giving him a knowing grin and she gives you another glance.

Then you ask him with nervousness if he’d like a piece. You give him his favourite corner piece.

Then, Brock enters, breaking the damn moment.

Then, Sharon wants you.

He clicks his tongue irritated.

He watches you leave then takes a bite of the brownies, he moans at the melting taste.

“Geez control yourself, it's not that great.” Brock rolls his eyes, then himself takes a bite and hums in delight.

“Right, control yourself Brock.” Bucky quips mouth full with another piece. Holy fuck he wants to kiss your hands and your forehead.

“I think I’m going to ask her.” Bucky mutters out loud, his taste buds humming in delight.

“Ask her for the recipe?” Brock wonders, watching him.

Bucky shakes his head, “Man I can’t bake for shit, I wouldn’t even want to, I want to ask her out. She’s the one that has my attention.”

“You want to fuck, Y/N?” He asks in disbelief.

“No, I want to take her out on a date.” Bucky states, “Why do something short term when I want to have long term things?” Bucky thinks it's the brownies making him speak to Rumlow so openly.

Rumlow nods, “Uh huh.” Then he retreats from the kitchen.

Bucky eats another piece, winces as the box is almost empty.

Tough luck for the others.

As he steps out, he finds Quentin Beck intently conversing with you. Bucky scowls, that man is a second rate human being with zero morals and then you look up at Bucky, as if you will find answers from him.

He notes that you seem confused, shit he’s scowling, when he looks back at you after looking away. You’re already speaking to Quentin again.

Bucky heads outside through the back door, needing to gather his thoughts, he would ask you tonight. He’s not going to let the chance go.

Present.

Bucky taps his card against the machine, it whirrs printing the receipt for the croissant and coffee. Why was his mind bringing back old memories he doesn’t understand? However, it reminds him why he shouldn’t daydream or think about your lips.

That entire night was proof that he was better off without you being his actual partner. It changed his entire perspective about you. The way Wanda and Steve painted you to be this amazing person, this sweet, caring soul? Bullshit.

Even now you fooled the old lady just to get back at him. With your stupid sunshine smile and your stupid happy all the time attitude and your stupid lips that are so soft he just wants to feel them on his mouth. Or that stupid needy sigh that wants him to be the one to coax all the possible sweet sounds from your mouth.

He really should have a better word than ‘stupid’ to describe his disdain.

He moves to the pick up counter, shaking his head. Out of sheer stupid curiosity, he wants to check in on you.

‘You really need a new word, Barnes.’ He mutters.

“Talking to yourself?” You chuckle from beside him, picking the juice bottle from the fridge near him.

“I do enjoy my own company.” He answers, leaning against the counter.

“I never doubted that, you do have a big enough ego.” You pat his arm.

“Really? I felt I didn’t have enough space to accommodate mine with your ego right there, sunshine.” He smirks when your face puckers.

You scoff, choosing to ignore him to look at the food section, only to find it empty.

“I’m sorry we’re out of food items Ma’am. Sir, your order.” The server walks over with Bucky’s order tray.

“Thank you.” Bucky takes the tray.

“Oh that's okay. I’ll just have this,” You hand over the bottle for it to be scanned.

Bucky makes his way back to the table, confusion laces him as your things are on the table where the elderly couple were sitting and not opposite to him. He places the tray down, taking a sip of his drink.

You return with your drink, wordlessly taking a seat, away from him.

The crowd dwindled now, most of the seats empty.

“Did you like the scene? When she straddles his lap just after his shower and chases the stray water droplet with her tongue?” Your voice has a sultry edge, Bucky sputters his coffee.

Wiping his mouth with a tissue he looks up at you.

“You read my book.” He accuses.

“I got my own copy.” You hold it up.

“So tell me, the post shower scene or ooh, ‘she sat right next to me, her body heat radiating against mine, if her hand on my thigh moved any higher she would know how even the mere presence of her has me aching, wanton, needy to have her—,’”

“Okay that’s enough.” He snatches the book out of your hands.

You giggle, taking a sip of your juice.

Bucky shoves the book into his pile, as he’s eating the croissant you watch for his response to it, you knew it was a chocolate filled one.

His blue eyes close, he hums slightly setting it down. Your gaze finds the stray smear of chocolate at the corner of his lips.

Bucky picks his book back up moving through it with his left hand. Continuing to eat his croissant at regular intervals.

You wonder if that night you waited for his reaction or if it was good you left. You get back to your book as well, the past had already haunted you enough because of Quentin.

Six Years Ago.

Quentin listens intently and you hear him go on and on about the project with Brock that was picked up by an investor and now on their way to make their first million.

Your eyes scan the room for Bucky but you don’t find him. Once the conversation with Quentin dwindles to the five minute mark you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom but you find yourself shutting the door because Wanda and Steve forgot to lock it while making out.

Heading to the kitchen you find the brownie box almost empty. You smile heading to retrieve a bottle of water.

“Hey so what do you think of Quentin?” Sharon startles you.

“Oh um, he seems nice… Have you seen Bucky?” You ask and she frowns.

“Why do you want to see him?” she gives you a disapproving look.

“I just wanted to know if he liked the brownies… and, um,” Your cheeks heat again, “I sort of wanted to ask him out.”

“Oh sweetie, he, I don’t even know if I should tell you, Brock was here when he had them and he saw you talking to Quentin…” Sharon reaches out to touch your arm, sympathy laces her tone, “Brock told me, that Bucky said and I quote, ‘Of course she would need to leech off of a rich guy. The baking skills will take her nowhere.’”

“He-He what?” You can’t believe it, but the scowl on his face combined with this, your heart sinks.

“I’m sorry babe.” She frowns, rubbing your arm again, “but hey, at-least Quentin thinks you’re amazing.”

“I, I, think I need some air.” You mutter gently moving her arm away and stepping towards the back porch, away from the noise.

Present.

Bucky’s done with his little meal, the coffee cup empty, he lifts his gaze to you. You've been staring at the same page for over a minute. He shrugs, he’s not responsible to ask you where your mind is, he sure as hell doesn’t care.

Checking the time he gathers his things, the books he wants to purchase in one hand and the ones he will place back in the other.

You bring yourself back to the present, finding yourself on the same page, a small peek towards Bucky; you see him walk away. You don’t feel bad about his lack of interest in speaking to you. It used to hurt initially but now it was just routine.

You look back into the book, finding the male character arranging a sweet date for the female character based on something she mentioned in passing. Yeah, he’s your book boyfriend now, smiling to yourself you continue reading.

Bucky finds his steps feel as though they are going through muck. Slowed down and unwilling to move forward as he walks to his car which is unsurprisingly parked a few spaces from yours, he settles in, looking back at the bookstore as you’re making your way out.

You’re busy texting on your phone, another work emergency was seeping in and you had to rush back home to your work laptop. The goddamn attachment won't open and more texts are coming in on the office group. Mindlessly you trace your path to your car.

Bucky was going to lose his mind, the parking lot is half empty, it's late and you’re distracted. He knew this place is safer and they have security cameras covering the lot but it wouldn’t hurt for you to be alert.

You run a frustrated hand over your hair, unlocking your car and settling inside. The light in the car shows Bucky your head bagging against the steering wheel. Then you hit the steering wheel.

Then you look up to the roof of the car, the automatic light turns off, not before he notices your tears.

Six Years Ago.

Bucky spies you leaving the area looking almost at the brink of tears. You wipe a stray few away. His hardened gaze moves to Quentin. Before he can find his way to you, a hand blocks him. He follows the arm to Brock.

“What?” He questions.

“Don’t man, I’m looking out for you.” Brock says with concern, Bucky watches him.

“Why not?”

“She isn’t a girl you want to deal with…” Brock lets the sentence hang.

“I just want to tell her about the brownies.” Something about this doesn’t sit right with Bucky.

“Man, I told her about you loving them so much you ate the entire batch almost. She,” Brock pauses as if to gather himself, “she said she was surprised you knew and understood decadent and rich flavours given your financial upbringing.” Brock’s last sentence rings in Bucky’s ears.

His upbringing was difficult, mother and father working to the bone to provide, he worked hard for his scholarships and worked part time as well to build a better life for all of them, Becca took up tutoring as well. It was not an unknown fact but to think you said that then sought out one of the only other rich men at the party?

Bucky’s jaw sets, his concerned gaze towards you melts into an iced glare.

“You okay?” Brock questions him.

“I need to be alone, I’m going into Steve’s room.” He mutters, moving to the staircase.

Watching Quentin open the sliding door to the back and smile at you.

Present.

Bucky often wonders what would have happened if he confronted you. Told you off about speaking that way about his financial situation. Sometimes he wonders if you got the rich life you wanted with Quentin, judging by what he heard about it being a gruesome break up from Steve.

You must have sobbed at the loss of a chance at a Black Amex Card.

Switching the ignition on and moving gears he pulls out of the lot even while you remain there. He shoves down the reminiscing emotion that once wanted you for himself. That sometimes wonders and wishes to know what could have been?

The thought lingers unfortunately more than the required or stipulated time he allocates for stray thoughts to take over.

Well into his work day as well, then it comes crashing down. Pathetically.

“Barnes! You son of a bitch!” John cheers walking into the communal kitchen and eating space.

Bucky places his lunch in the microwave.

“Yes, Walker?” Bucky looks at the man.

“You didn’t tell us!” John states, then Bucky notices the other staff members. Lemar, Jimmy Woo, Darcy Lewis and Monica Rambaue all look at him with giggy smiles.

“I’m confident you all got the memo of the merger proposal this morning?” Bucky glances at all of them.

“You little sneaky boy, show me the ring!” Darcy surges forward.

Oh. Oh fuck no.

“H-how the fuck?” His eyes widened.

“Lemar saw the two of you calling each other Mr and Ms. Fiancé.” John explains, clapping his hand on Bucky’s back.

“Also saw them wear their rings like necklaces, great hack man.” Lemar commends.

“Who is she!” Darcy grabs his hand, the two of them started as junior position holders and make a cut throat team at Kamal.

“Why is this relevant?” Bucky wishes the microwave would just be done.

“Oh come on, you got engaged and we don’t even know? I demand a picture.” She insisted again.

“Don’t push him.” Monica chastises.

“Where was this enthusiasm when I wanted to show my baby’s pictures?” Jimmy questions.

“Jimmy, you show us three hundred versions of the same picture of your cute baby, this is Barnes’ girl.” John rolls his eyes.

“If I show you her picture will you back off?” Bucky reluctantly grabs his phone.

“Yes; but we want to know when, how, her name, her job.” Darcy counts off on her fingers looking at everyone.

“Yep, then you get to eat your meal.” Lemar chuckles as Bucky shoots him a glare.

He opens the folder that had the polaroids scanned. He opens the one that is a selfie. All of them coo and John whistles.

“Damn Barnes, lucked out.” He commends.

Bucky holds back an eye roll , “Six months ago,”

“You got engaged six months ago and told none of us? You didn’t tell Yusuf!?” Darcy swats his arm.

“Well I’m private and—,”

“And Barnes won’t conjure up a family to get in the Boss’ good graces like someone did.” Jimmy interjects and all eyes shift to John.

“What? Okay I just wanted an in, all of you thought about it at one point.” John raises his hands in disbelief when no one agrees.

“More information, Barnes.” Darcy demands.

“Six months engaged, we fell in love, her name is Y/N, she works in web design but she also bakes.” Bucky tucks his phone back and the microwave beeps, he leaves the area to the solace of his office.

He hoped nobody would blab to Yusuf. He’d admit to his boss.

Right. Admit to his family oriented man of a Boss he is in a fake engagement. With a woman he hates more than anything.

Bucky runs a hand through his hair, the worrying gesture resulting in a few pieces of his hair falling forward. Why the fuck did you have to come to his bookstore?

The stupid ring, he takes it out of the necklace and slips it on.

The stupid, stupid, stupid—

“Son, when I gave you that advice I didn’t realise you were engaged.” Yusuf’s voice greets him.

Bucky will end whoever blabbed.

“Sir, I—,”

“You should have told me.” Yusuf chuckles, “I might have been pushy, I understand.”

“No, I just, her family isn’t on good terms with her so we didn’t want information going out too much, they don’t really approve of a lot of things.” Can Bucky shut up?

“Oh, that is saddening to hear, I usually don’t pay attention but the kitchen was filled with chatter. I hope you are happy, James.” Yusuf moves a hand forward, Bucky grasps it.

“Be sure to check your email, the work plus family dinner is this weekend, I insist you bring your fiancé. Oh and it is a sort of potluck, my wife cooks wonderfully but I insist she not worry about feeding several people.” Yusuf grins, Bucky nods.

“We can take care of dessert. My fiancé, she bakes, I’ll have her pay attention to have it absolutely Halal.” Bucky adds, that's it, he’s going to do cardio at the gym. That is his punishment for not shutting his fucking mouth.

“That is kind of you, I look forward to meeting the soul who has captured my best investment banker’s heart.” He chuckles, “I’ll leave you to your meal, give my regards to the to be missus.”

Yusuf steps out Bucky deflates, oh fucking hell.

“Okay I can have that—-,”

“No, you will not ‘can have’ I want it done now.” Your boss cuts off your team member.

“Ma’am, please we’re already trying to put out fires, the code isn’t working we need time to rewrite.” You defend.

“Are all of you incompetent? What the hell do I pay you for? You work from home. Honestly, Y/N stop your stupid baking and focus on the work that actualy pays yours bills.” She scoffs.

There is a momentary silence engulfing the zoom meeting.

You grip the edge of your chair. Pressing into the wood.

“I, we can have a brainstorming session.” You offer, trying to not let the words hurt you. Not like you haven’t heard them before.

“Finally some fucking work.” Your boss rolls her eyes.

“You can’t speak that way.” Yelena, the newest recruit, pipes up.

“Newbie, quiet.” Your team member glares at the webcam.

“Glaring at the webcam means you’re glaring at everyone, including the boss.” Yelena sniggers, you press your lips into a thin line, trying not to laugh.

“Oh dear god, are any of you competent?” Your boss is taking a deep breath meaning there is a rant incoming, there is knocking at your door, you frown it’s six thirty PM.

Shutting off your camera you carry the laptop to the door; setting it on the little table.

Bucky stands there at your doorstep, “I need to talk to you.” He states.

“Oh for the love of God, are you doing your stupid fucking baking get on your damn webcam, I want this stupid website fixed today or so help me god I will hire a new team!” Your boss yells, you open the door gesture for Bucky to get inside.

Quickly making your way back to the couch you re-allow the camera access. Bucky walks in, he keeps his distance sitting away from you on the couch.

“I lost connectivity so I had to shut the camera, we will work on it I assure you, but we need to speak to the client to understand what is the main problem—,”

“The main problem is the website your team designed is failing.” She groans, rubbing her temples.

“Okay so we re-work the coding, Maria—,”

“Oh no no you all are writing a new code from scratch.” The boss roars, cutting another team member off.

You wince, Bucky frowns at your laptop. Your boss is horrible.

“We cannot come up with one from scratch. It will take us longer to get back to the client.” You pipe up in defence.

“Listen up, I don’t need you to tell me how to do this, I need you to follow and what would you know–,” Her voice gets cut off.

“Oh, oh we can’t hear you.” Yelena looks concerned, “oh no, your mute button isn’t working? Maybe you should restart your device.” She advises.

Your boss is frustrated, she slams her laptop shut, leaving the meeting.

“Is she always this crazy?” Yelena questions after shutting the record meeting button.

“You have no idea.” Maria rolls her eyes.

“I think we need to go over her head and look at the code.” You press, they all give their agreements.

“Nice going kicking her off.” Maria laughs, the conversation begins to flow to something else, you mute yourself then look up at Bucky. His gaze on you.

“Sorry about that, what did you want to discuss?” You ask, lowering the volume of their chatter.

“Your boss is crappy.” He states, not knowing how to broach this subject.

“Yes.” You agree, waiting for him.

You reach over offering a bottle of water from the side table.

“Look, my colleague saw us last night, at the bookstore.” Bucky begins speaking as he turns the ring over his finger.

“Oh, um, did you want me to clarify it’s nothing?” You ask, maybe this was someone he wanted to date.

“No, the opposite actually.” He meets your eyes.

“I don’t think I follow…”

“The entire office knows that I am engaged, my Boss is a big family person and invites family oriented people to this sort of potluck dinner every month. He invited us.” He exhales.

“You want to lie to your Boss?” You raise a brow.

“We’re lying per se, this is just another person.” Bucky shrugs.

“Okay.” You look back at the screen, nothing is really going on, everyone is on mute on their phones.

“You’re in agreement?” He sounds baffled.

“This is important for you right?” You look back at him.

“Yes.” He nods as well.

“Then I’ll help.” You shrug, “It’s a potluck right? I presume you want to take a dessert item?”

“They eat only Halal.” He says, you nod.

“Just tell me the number of people I’ll have the mini cakes I made for your family and a list of allergies as well. I don’t use anything Non-halal so I don’t need to alter recipes.” You explain, entering the date into your phone with a reminder.

“I’ll pay you for the cakes.” He says, you shoot him a glare.

“You aren’t paying me for them.” You warn, your boss returns and everyone joins in faces morphing into worry.

You press unmute to hopefully block the rain of fire.

“Don’t be stubborn Y/N, just take the damn money.” Bucky says, your hand pauses over the keyboard.

“Who is that?” Your boss questions.

You close your eyes, trying not to freak out. Bucky runs a hand over his tired face.

“Are you in cahoots with another company? I will fire you.” Your boss warns.

“I am not in cahoots with anyone, that is my fiancé.” You might as well go in the ditch further in which Steve and Wanda threw you.

“I don’t buy it, show me your ring and your fiancé.” Your boss demands.

“He’s camera shy.” You defend, Bucky rolls his eyes moving over next to you.

“Oh my.” Maria fans herself.

“Okay, how did you land him? I want to know.” Yelena scrunches her nose, laughing.

You purse your lips,

“Well as you can see, I am not camera shy, I was on my way out and disturbed her unfortunately.” Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“James.” Your eyes widen at his antics.

“It’s okay.” He gazes down at you, intently into your eyes.

His tongue peeks out, moving over his bottom lip. Your lips part with a soft exhale.

His eyes move down to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

Your palm wrapped around his wrist, he raises his hand, the strand of hair against your temple pushed back.

“So much better than the shitty movie I saw last night.” Yelena breaks your moment.

Bucky shifts, you move out of his grasp. He stands, his palms forming fists. Get a grip. He warns himself heading into the kitchen.

You clear your throat, “As I was saying, I think we can do the code thing.”

“Right,” Your boss’ eyes bounce between the two of you, “Let's push this to tomorrow.”

Everyone wholeheartedly agrees, the meeting ends before you can even process anything.

“Okay. Tip for next time Mr. Fiancé, you don’t need to be all knight in shining armour.” You speak moving to the kitchen, walking towards him, hand grabbing his arm.

Bucky takes steps towards you. You move back and your back is against the fridge.

He gazes down at you, his blue eyes darkened as he searches for something within your gaze.

Bucky’s hands hesitantly rest on your waist, your fingers wrap around his wrists. His jaw tightens, he supinates his forearms, your wrists now in his large palms, raised above your head.

Your breath hitches further, his face mere inches from yours, his thigh between your legs.

You meet his gaze, swallowing, with your heart hammering in your ribcage. You slowly realise a part of you wants to know how his lips feel against yours, once again. His breath fans across your face, hints of mint lingering.

“De ce devii din nou raza mea de soare? (why are you becoming my ray of sunshine again?)” His deep voice wraps around you, the words unknown but it sounds as though he has asked you a question. His forehead rests against yours but only fleetingly.

Warm hands leave yours, you support yourself against the fridge as Bucky leaves your apartment with a soft click of your door.

Everything from six years ago crashes into you, the watching each other from afar, the being forced to do activities so that Steve and Wanda could hang out. The way you saw his smile for the first time when you cracked a stupid joke to Wanda but she didn’t laugh only he did, the way your heart hoped and hoped for Bucky to look at you as someone worth something more than friends.

The way he broke your heart without saying anything to your face.

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