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mysticgoblinwriter · 3 years

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When The Body Heat of Three Melts The Snow, Tree Buds Will Bloom part i

Paring- Bucky Barnes x Reader x Eliot Spencer

Word Count- nearly 5k, I have no idea how that happened but it did.

Warnings- swearing, flirting, a couple of implied statements, getting lost in the dead of winter, a mean hotel clerk, a nice gas station owner, a beat up old truck with a crappy heater, a motel, there was only one bed, snuggling, confessions, crying, these three dorks discovering they are in love with each other,

a/n- Yep, its a bucky x reader x eliot series. This is the first part, of many. (actually I am turning this into an au world, but keep that on the hush-hush) I would love to hear your thoughts, even on the tiniest thing you loved! Beta'd by @blackberrybucky in terms of plot only, spelling mistakes are my own.

18+, even though this is purely fluff, its still 18+

It was cold. The kind of cold where if somebody wasn’t paying attention, they would get frozen ear tips and numb fingers in minutes. Little balls of sleet made a jarring melody as they hit the truck’s roof. Slush could be heard as tires drove through lakes of it. Luckily you were sitting in between two living heaters, Bucky Barnes and Eliot Spencer. You’d been frozen all day, Bucky had tried to help; giving you his outer jacket, made specially for winter weather. Which, it did keep frostbite at bay. And Eliot, bless him. He got out about 120 miles back, and tried to fix the spazzy heater. No luck. It needed some part that hadn't been manufactured since the 80s. At least it would kick on every now and then. The three of you were in a rackety old truck (single cab) that looked like it had been a target for baseball practice. It was a washed out shade of blue, complete with the white stripe running down the side.

The headlights were just about the only thing left that still worked properly, which was good. They were illuminating the empty road in front of you, bouncing off the sleet-slicked road. You were pressed shoulder to shoulder with your vehicle mates. It was a small truck. Barely enough room for all of you, but you had squished in anyhow.

And just what were you doing on the side of a mountain in the middle of winter? Simple. Eliot had wanted to go ice fishing, said he knew somebody up that way. Would rent him the lake house and the equipment. The whole nine yards. All he had to do was get himself there.

You and Bucky had followed along for a vacation. Bucky’s mechanic job had been getting to him. As the sole owner of Barnes and Barnes Auto Shop, he took on a lot more than what he could handle. Something you called him out on often. You didn’t want him to break down. And of course you wanted to spend some time with your friends. Life had gotten busy lately, and you didn’t see them enough in your opinion. Plus, it was a prime location for wildlife photography, which Bucky had taken up recently. After you got him and Audubon set for christmas.

Eliot had been muttering to himself for the past five minutes, then he slams on the brakes. “Shit! I knew somethin’ was up! I missed the damn turn about 40 miles back.” He let his head fall onto the steering wheel with a painful sounding thump.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, quit being such a drama queen, Els. We can drive to the nearest town, and stay there for the night then head out in the morning. Okay? It’s not the end of the world.” You said softly, not wanting him to feel bad for missing it. Running a hand through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. He turns to look at you, just a hint of smile, cheek smushed against the wheel.

“Yeah? Where’s the nearest town, google maps? I didn’t see anything.”

“Oh, give it up. You were too busy trying to not to drive us off the side of the mountain. Of course you didn’t see the sign for Sleepy Ore. It’s about 45 miles up the road.” You retorted.

“Alright.” His eyes looked at your lips for a split second, so fast you were sure you had envisioned it.

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The old clunker was ever so slowly making its way up the winding road of Breverton's Pass. Every lurch it gave made you think, this is it. This is where is gives out and then we're stuck on the side of a mountain at night with nothing near, the wolves will be circling us. I heard them a few miles back, maybe they're still...

You inhale and let it out in a big sigh. Or maybe we’ll get stuck, and freeze. What...

A thigh nudges your own. Bucky's. Concern shadows his face and pulls his eyebrows down. "Are you okay? You seem to be getting lost in your mind, sugar." He murmurs, as he tucks an arm around you, snuggling you into his side. Rests his head on the top of yours.

You let out a small huff, "I'm fine, thank you Bucky. Just wondering about the wolves and if they think we're some sardines in a can for them."

You can't help it. You cast a quick glance out of the left window, looking for them. You know its irrational but no one ever said brains were rational 100% of the time. You start to fiddle with your hands, having nothing else to do. You end up trying to pick some skin away at your cuticle line, a habit carried over from childhood.

Quick as a flash, one of Eliot's hands come in between your own. Thumb brushing over the back of your left hand. His hand felt heavy and lovely in yours.

"Wha-"

"We have 3/4 a tank a gas, some food, and its only one more hour until we reach Sleepy Ore, okay? Just hold my hand until we get there, it'll keep you from picking. " He ducks his head down the tiniest fraction, "I...want you to know that you're safe here. I know it doesn't feel like it but,-"

You interrupt him, "Thank you." You give him a small smile. "It's just a bit spooky, ya know?" He hums in agreement. The moon was following the truck like some sort of watchful eye.

The rest of the trip passes in a blur of washed out pines and snowflakes. The heater kicked in in the last 20 minutes, defrosting you.

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Now you were just arriving in Sleepy Ore, a town high up in the mountains that used to be a mining town but eventually dried up, hence the name. It was not at all what you were expecting.

Nope. You saw one street lamp on and all the businesses were shut down. Which was understandable, as it was 1am. Eliot pulled into the only gas station, grumbling about how not even it was open. Bucky grabbed the trash from lunch and made his way towards the trash can just under the awning in the front. You hopped out and was stretching your legs. You finally clocked the name of the station, "Sleepy Ore Visitors Center and Gas." With a banner under that said, "Open 24/7, Fresh and Hot Food available, ATM service."

"Open 24/7 my ass, nothing here is open." You turn around just in time to see Eliot walk around the side of the building. You jog over there to find him knocking on a door, one that belonged to an addition it seemed like, on the edge of the main building.

"What are you doing?" "I gotta wake up the owners. I've seen it plenty enough, people who are stuck in the old ways of customer service leave a sign on the door saying wake us up if you need something."

"Eliot! You can't just wake people up! It's rude." He holds out his hands in a calming manner, "Trust me. An elderly couple lives here and helping customers this way is the only way they know how."

Sure enough, a woman with her robe on and curlers in opened the door, "Hi. Welcome to Sleepy Ore, what can I help you with?"

He smiles at her, "I'm sorry to wake you up but I need some gas and my people need the restroom keys, if you don't mind."

"Oh I don't mind at all. Just lemme go grab the keys real quick and I'll have you set up in a jiffy." She disappears back in the house.

Eliot turns back around, a smug smile taking over his face. "Well how was I supposed to know that? Not everyone grew up like they were on the set of The Dukes of Hazard! Wipe that smugness off your face, I don't even think there is a hotel here. According to the internet, this place doesn't even show up!"

The woman comes back out and goes to unlock what she grabbed keys for. "Thank you so much, I feel so bad for waking you." You say to her as she goes to walk into the convenience store. "Oh its honestly not a problem, I'm just glad you woke me up. Not a lot of people do that and then they wait until morning, which makes me feel bad." She gives you a chuckle and walks away. Eliot is busy filling up the tank and you've resumed your impromptu yoga session when Bucky comes back out of nowhere.

"There's a hotel about 5 miles out of town. We could try there."

You snort, "And did you just walk there and back now? You were gone forever."

He grins at your sarcasm. "Nah, I just saw a sign for the information center and it's not even a block from here." He holds up a stack of pamphlets, "I got some of the history of this town and what there is to do around here. They had a sign for the hotel, since its the only one. " "Oh."

"Alright, we're all good to go on gas now. Let me go pay and then we'll go." Eliot says as he hurries inside to the cashier counter.

Meanwhile you and Bucky get back in the truck, this time Bucky slides into the drivers seat. You give him a pointed look. "What? The rule we agreed on was anytime we stop, we switch out, doll. I'm just sticking to it." He pulls you closer, almost setting you in his lap. "Besides, Eliot is gonna get grumpy if he has to be squished against the window like last time." You laugh at that," ExcuUUuUuuUse me, Mr. Barnes. That was when I was driving and you two had to squish together. With you driving it should be fine."

He flashes a grin at you that makes you blush, "Whatever you say, doll."

Eliot slips into the truck, nose red from the cold. "Everything's okay now. Let's go." He wraps his arms around you, letting out a groan. "How're you this warm, its like a snuggly teddy bear." He is almost on top of you now. Who knew that Eliot Spencer could get so cuddly when he's freezing? You didn't until this trip.

"We're almost there, ya big baby." You say as you wrap the moose print blanket you'd brought around him. "But I'm cold now." He whines. Whines. What has happened to him? Eliot Spencer, whining? The cold must've gone to his head.

Bucky switches the ignition key forward, the truck luckily deciding to start. He heads in the direction he pointed in earlier. On the way, you see the rest of the town. Not much to be seen though. Just a grocery, a feed store, and a quaint diner. At least what you could see with the headlights, nothing had lights on.

It took no more than 10 minutes to reach the hotel. When Bucky drove into the parking lot your heart sank. "Oh no." You whispered more to yourself than anybody in the vehicle. "Something wrong, y/n?"

Your eyes meet Eliot's, "Yeah, this is not a hotel. This is a motel. This is so much worse than a Super8 even. Hotels are places that you go to sleep in. Motels are places you don't wake up from. I wonder when the last murder here was?" Bucky scoffs. "Sugar. D'ya really think anybody'd get you here? They'd have to get through me." "And me," Eliot pipes up, winking at you.

You let out a small hmph. and slump in your seat. “Its still a motel.” Eliot places his fingers under your chin and gently lifts your head to meet his eyes. "C'mon, lets get inside. Getcha warm, yeah?" His eyes lower to your lips for half a second. Okay, this time you were sure you weren’t hallucinating it. He drops his hand as quickly as he put it there. He hops out of the truck and makes a grab for the luggage in the back. Out comes your purple hard-shell, Bucky's gray suitcase with matching camera case, and his own red rolly suitcase.

The three of you grab your respective bags and trudge up to the front...door. Literally. Not a automatic glass slider, no. A solid oak door with a "Vacancy" sign taped to it. There's no one in the lobby, not even a plant. You spot a bell to ring and slam your hand down on it, a bit too forcefully. As if hitting the bell harder would get you warmer and in a bed faster. Somebody comes out of the adjacent door to the lobby.

"Sorry about that, I was taking a nap after my rounds at the bank." He sidles behind the front desk, "What can I get ya?"

"I'm sorry," you wave your hands around to catch his attention, "the bank? I didn't even see one. And what rounds?"

He nods. "Its a bit of a jaunt from the main stretch of town. We've got a unique set up here, the town is split into three , um, claw marks as the locals call it. It's because when this town was in full swing, the river had been diverted into three smaller creeks to bring water to the ore cleaning plants. And I'm the night watchman. I walk the grounds every couple hours or so. I'm also the owner of this hotel."

You mutter "motel" under your breath, not sure if he heard you or not.

"I knew that." Bucky said, looking like the cat who got the cream.

"How'd you know that?" He grins and brings out the pamphlets,"I read some of these. They're pretty cool. Did you know there's a pan for gold exhibit at the museum?"

"There's a museum?" He waves around a mustard yellow page, "Yeah, there's even a attached camping store.

"There's a camping store??? Here??"

The man apparently has had enough of swinging his head back and forth to watch the conversation because he interrupted. "Yep! Its not a big one by any means but you can find your basics there." He flips open a log book, "Now, how can I help y'all on this fine night?"

"We need three rooms, please." You inquire.

He looks at you over the top of his glasses, "Three rooms? Sorry. No can do. I've only got one left. A queen suite with kitchenette."

“But your parking lot is empty!” You can’t help but say a bit too loud.

He lets out a breath, “That’s because I’ve got a contract with the band of hunters coming up through this way. This town is one of their stops, and they always pay so I’m sure to keep as many rooms as they need. Now, I’ve only got the one room left, will that be okay?”

You, Bucky and Eliot glance at each other.

"I'm sure that'll be fine, right?", Bucky turns to look at the both of you. You both murmur agreements and nod your head.

"Alright, then. How many nights?"

"Oh, just one." He nods, writing something down. "59.00$ will be your total. Now, I'm putting you in C5. and in that room, the mini fridge don't work." He looks at all of you, a little too long for your liking, squinting if you're not mistaken. He clears his throat. "So, who'll be paying?"

All three of you speak at the same time, "Me!"

Bucky then steps forward, "I will.

You start to talk but its drowned out by the other two.

The clerk raises his hands, ”Hey, hey enough of this squabble! I can split the bill three ways, will that be satisfactory?”

You all nod.

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All hotel carpet looks the same to you. Boring and cheap, sometimes dizzying. Thankfully, the one you were walking over now was a pale gray, with darker colored blocks arranged in a pixelated pattern. Doors kept washing past, each one same as the last. You yawned and stumbled a little. Eliot was right there to grab your arm and guide you.

You shivered a little. “Sheesh, you’d think they would turn the heat up just a little bit.”

There it was, C5, a solid oak door with a knob. The brass seemed to almost gleam at you, as if it were taunting you.

Bucky was the one who had the literal key and unlocked the door. It creaked like it was in an old house, not the newest hotel this side of the mountain.

And there it was... the only bed. Not even a chair or sofa was to be seen. Just a small desk with a tacky lamp. And the bathroom??? Well, it was a hole on the wall. Literally. Two feet from the right side of the bed was a giant octagonal cutout in the wall, where the shower was. The rest of the bathroom you could see through the shower. “What is this?” You wave your hands around for emphasis.

‘Well this is gonna be fun.” Eliot sends a goofy grin your way.

“You wish, mchornypants.”

“Aw, c’mon doll,” Bucky cocks his head to the side, ”Don’t you wanna think of all the fun we could get up to in there?” His voice deepened just a tad with the last few words.

You were blushing like a glowy-something or other. You let out a nervous laugh, ”Oh yeah, Barnes? Like what?” You take a fraction of a step closer to him.

He looks you up and down, slowly. Biting his lip, “I’m pretty sure we could figure something out, sugar.” His eyes barely held back a wall of lust and flame.

Eliot walks between the two of you, beelining for the bed. He takes a massive step and promptly flops onto it, making the bedframe squeak like a mouse.

Letting out a groan, he closes his eyes.

You take a flying leap and land on top of him, “Hey, none of that. You’re taking up all the space, there’s two other people that need to sleep, too.” You poke him in the side. “Stop that.” He still hasn’t opened his eyes, and you still haven’t stopped poking him like a petulant five year old.

“Whatcha gonna do, spencer?”, you giggle madly. He cracks open an eye, “Darlin’, you’d better stop.”

You just quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Hey, what time do you want to leave in the morning?” You turn your head to look at Bucky. “Oh, I dunno. Maybe te-”. You don’t get to finish what you were saying because Eliot flipped the both of you around and now he was laying on you like a cat. His weight was comforting. “OOf, Eliot! I haven’t changed into my pj’s yet!” You whine, pushing at him.

His voice is muffled, as his face is in your neck, ”Don’t care, I’ll be your blanket.” He sighs contently, “You’re just so comfy.”

You drop the annoyed act, “C’mon, lets get changed and go to bed.” “But I don’t wanna move.” To prove his point he sinks that much deeper on top of you. “Bucky! Help, I’m being squished by a rogue Eliot!.” You giggle madly. He just shrugs, ”Can’t help ya, doll.” Then he just turns around and disappears into the bathroom. “BARNES! COME AND HELP ME, I’VE GOT A SLEEPY ELIOT!” You just hear chuckling.

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You all had your separate turns in the bathroom, and now everyone was in their pjs. Eliot had claimed the side nearest the door, saying how he was likely to get up early and he didn’t want to disturb you. You had sat on the left edge of the bed. You could feel both of them staring at you. “What is your guy’s problem?”

“Is that where you’re sleeping?” Bucky asked with disbelief in his voice. “Of course? Its where I’m sitting, isn’t it?” “Not for long,” Eliot tugged you to the middle, ignoring your squawk of surprise. Bucky quickly stole your former spot.

“Hey! What gives?” Bucky slings his left arm around you, the one covered in tats. “We can’t have our best girl getting cold, so you’re gonna sleep in the middle.”

The nonchalant way he said it got to you. “Oh,” you narrow your eyes”, so this is something that you two decided, huh?” Eliot is looking at you like a ship captain sensing bad weather. You were pretty sure sirens were going off i his head.

You weren’t having this.

You wriggle out from under Bucky’s arm, moving so that you faced both of them. “I’m not... I’m not some freakin” five year old that you guys have to watch over, ya know? I can do things on my own, I’m not stupid! You’re always in the background like some sort of St. Bernard, its ridiculous! Like, I know to put on a jacket when I’m cold, and to eat when I’m hungry.” Having run out of things to say, you just sit there breathing a bit heavily.

“What is going on with you two? Have I missed something?”

Bucky stares you straight in the eye. “Doll, I...” He falters, then tries again, “I’m in love with you, have been since the day you came over to my garage singing that Fleewtwood Mac song and wearing that dress that makes you look like an angel, you picked up that wrench and fixed that part I had been working on for days.” He snaps. ‘Just like that.”

Your jaw was hanging open, ”Buck, I-” “I’m sorry. I shouldn't've said anything, here of all places.” He moves to get up but you stop him, placing your hand on his arm.

“Where are you going?” He looks at you with this pain in his eyes, “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, I’ll sleep in the truck.” He says, barely above a whisper.

“Like hell you will, Barnes.” That made the two of you jump. Eliot continues, ”This conversation has been a long time coming, if you ask me. You are not going to freeze in a car, I’ll drag your ass right back in.”

Your eyes snap to his. “And you! What have you got to say?” His blue eyes seem to darken, “Nothing.”

“He loves you.” Bucky said. “What?” You glance back and forth between them.

“You can’t just say that! She’s supposed to have no pressure!” Eliot snaps, sitting up fully. Face drawn into a scowl.

“I’ve seen the way you look at her, like she could walk through fire and come out the other side unscorched. She’s the only one that can touch your scars, the first one you called when Hardison got taken to the hospital. You love her; quit denying it.”

He scoffs. “I’ve never denied it. You ought to go look in the mirror, Bucky. You went through every woman in town trying to put her out of your mind.”

Okay. That hurt like a sonofabitch. You recalled that period, Bucky brought home a different woman every other night. And you knew because you had been neighbors. You still remember the shared giggles between Bucky and that blonde that one night.

“What?”, you brokenly whispered. The tears were just about ready to fall. “What does he mean by that, Bucky?”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you. But that was when you were with that little accounting snot. I wasn’t about to tell you, it would’ve ruined everything. So I drowned myself in other women, every night I thought about you and how they were a poor substitute. I wanted it to be you, I always wanted it to be you. Every damn time.”

You were fully crying now. ‘Why didn’t you tell me? I dumped him 2 years ago!”

“I know you, I know that you can’t handle a lot of emotion right in the beginning, and I know that I can’t be anything but honest with you. I couldn't've told you how much I liked you, without the next words out of my mouth being how I want to come home to you for the rest of my life and do everything I can you make you happy and wake you up in the mornings with soft kisses.”

You didn’t have anything to say, you were dumbfounded. You turn to Eliot, “And you?”

He looks away, “I...have always thought that the hurricanes would stop at your beauty, but I fell in love with you about 5 months ago. That night that we got caught in the rain, and you were just... ethereal. You had a raindrop in one of your eyelashes and I wanted nothing more than to brush it away. To kiss you and lay you down in my bed.”

You buried your face in your hands. Your words could barely be understood over your blubbering, “I didn't know! I don’t know what to say, how could both of you not tell me?? I’ve been in love with you for the past three years.”

They both wore faces of shock. Bucky gently took your hands off your face, his thumb brushing away your tears. “Doll?”

You couldn’t stop crying. He picked you up and placed you in his lap, hand stroking the back of your head. You collapsed against his chest, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“Its a lot, ya know? I’ve been in love with the both of you for years, and I didn’t know how I could say anything. Every time one of you brought back a one night stand it burned. And plus, you would get bored, so I never tried. And I don’t even know-”

“Hey, its okay. This is where we figure things out now.” Eliot scoots closer, “But lets wait on that. We’ve all said things that need to be thought over, lets try to get some sleep now.”

You nod. “Okay.” It takes you a few minutes to stop sniffling.

You move off Bucky’s lap, and plop down in the middle. Eliot throws his pillow on the ground, Bucky follows suit a few seconds later. “You dumbasses are not sleeping on the floor, I am offended that you would even try.” Eliot opens his mouth, ”Lemme guess, you don’t want to make me uncomfortable? Well, I’m not. Get your pillows and get back here.”

Eliot ducks his head, “Ya sure?” You roll your eyes. “Of course I am, Spencer.”

You lay down and make grabby hands at them. That gets a small laugh from Bucky.

The night ends with you being enveloped by the two men you have fallen in love with. Bucky’s arms are around you, your legs tangled with Eliot’s. The three of you share the same breath; the same bed; the same love.

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mysticgoblinwriter · 3 years

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Driving In A Cold Sweat; There Is No One On This Highway

Warnings- Murder, infidelity, swearing, food imagery, shitty parents, i made Steve the villain who’s in the HOA and a politician, adult content, dark!reader, cheating, a bit of flirting, mental health joke (mental health is NOT a joke, y’all), religion symbolism, dark!steve, peggy x bucky,

Word Count- 1.9k

kudos to @blackberrybucky for being my soundboard, and @fandomsandxfiles for being my beta reader. Love y'all

a/n- This is inspired by Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas. Its really dark, and I surprised myself writing this but I like it. I also changed the landscape to desert. Leave comments if you want! As many as you like, I fangirl over my work too. All writers should, its selfcare.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND SOFT TURN AWAY NOW; MINORS DNI

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE. A REBLOG IS APPRECIATED. A REPOST IS NOT.

Bucky looks you up and down, taking you in like you are the gods own ambrosia. “So, doll. What brings you to this shit hole?”

You laugh to yourself. “I murdered somebody.”- was the sentence that also inspired this but its not in the actual story.

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The radio gave out miles ago. It was emitting nothing except for crackling and static. Every now and then it would cut back to a sermon, funnily enough it’d been the same one that was on when you started your trip. Sunset was a little ways off. If you looked hard enough you could see coyotes just off the asphalt. Alive, yes. But just how long had their souls been gone? Someone was screaming.

A man. You’d heard that scream before. Seared into you memory like that steak you had for your 15th birthday. It was right next to you. Oozing blood and raw-red. You could hear the clink of the knife as it scraped against the plate. Shaking your head to clear it, you notice an exit with a gas station. “Now’s a time as good as any to stop.” Gravel crunches as you slide up next to the pump. The neon beer lights from the bar across the road are calling. But you can’t answer. The gas handle is slick and grimy, you’ve felt something like that before, but you can’t remember what. A fuzzy noise in the back of your ears gets your attention. Another truck has pulled in. Right in the spot next to yours, never mind the dozen others that are free. A bulky man steps down, his face hidden by a rangers hat.

You could tell he worked out though. And had hair in need of a washing. Clunk. The tank was full. You thought it best to leave before anyone could place you, but your stomach needed something other than greasy two-bit fast food. You glance around, looking for any sign that promised a hot meal.

“Looking for something, doll?” You let out a small gasp. He was staring straight at you now.

“Does this shithole have a place to eat? I might have to start eating the cactus.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, there’s a diner about half mile down the road.”

His face brightens like he just thought of something. “You wanna meet me there? I’ll buy dinner?” You weigh the options. You can’t have anybody recognize you; but your cash is getting low and however you can stretch it, you must. You nod once. “Sure.”

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The diner is every trope you’d seen in the movies your pops watched when he got off work. Flies buzzing, neon sign flickering, checkered tile. It even had the shiny red leather booths. What a dream. “Getcha a seat anywhere, honey. I’ll be right over,” came a perky voice from the back. Presumably a waitress. You choose the booth near the back exit. Its always good to have a backup plan.

The man said he needed to get something at the mini-mart, that you could go ahead and he’d catch up. Somebody screamed right next to you, causing you to jump out of your seat. You whip your head around. No one was even in the dining area. It sounded so real. Like you could reach out and grasp the shattering inky blackness. You take a couple of deep breaths. Try to remember your happy place. Tahiti, its a magical place. Or so you’ve been told You just picked it from a magazine that was open on the coffee table the night your mother set fire to the curtains in the living room. The flames had licked up the page, burning the island resort into ash. Boots thudded as they made way to where you were. He slides in across from you.

“Um, the waitress’ll be right out,” you said softly. He barely heard it over the rickety air conditioning. He nods to show he heard. He’s sitting close. Closer than you’d thought another human would ever sit next to you again. His hands are rough and calloused. The sleeve cuffs of his hoodie are frayed; as if someone clawed at them. Eyes traveling up his body, you take in more details. The hoodie isn’t faded, its brand new. He wears a bracelet of leather on his right hand, with a charm you can’t quite see. His necklace is corded hemp, plain and understated.

A light stubble that’s maybe three days old covers his jaw. His eyes... are piercing right through you. You take in a quick breath, not being able to look away. You’d never seen that shade of blue before. He’d been watching you watching him. Quirking an eyebrow, ”See anything ya like, doll?” You start to sputter an answer but the waitress comes over. “Sorry about the wait. Here’s your-” Blue eyes interrupts her, “We don’t need those. I’ll have the special and she’ll have the ‘Its Impossible To Go Away Hungry’ plate” “Okay, then. I’ll get that right out to ya folks.”

You glare at him, he mirrors it with dicky nonchalance. “Why did you order for me?” He leans forward, tilts his head the right the tiniest fraction. “You’re starved. I really don’t give a damn what kept you from eating but I ain’t gonna let you go without giving you a meal. The steak plate is the biggest meal they have. You can take a to go box, that is if you don’t eat the whole thing.”

“Oh.” You cast out a huff, “Well, thank you.” He flashes a killer smile. Pearly white teeth in a straight line. Not an imperfection to be found anywhere. A silence falls between the two of you. You can’t decide whether its comfortable of not.

“My name is Bucky. I thought you wouldn’t like eating with a stranger. I like to doodle in the margins of my books sometimes.” “Please tell me not library books.” He scoffs as if you suggested the impossible, “Never. Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Jury’s out on that, Bucky.” He looks at you more intently now. “Really? Same could be said about you. When I first spoke to you it was like a deer in headlights. Ya running from something, sugar?” He’d said it jokingly but you didn’t laugh.

“No. Nothing like that.”

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Shirley came back with your plates, and two root beers. She left the check at the end of the table and Bucky swooped it up. The meal passed by in the comfortable sounds of silverware clinking and ice clacking in the cups. You both ate in record time.

You were careful to save enough for a second meal. That went into the to go container. Now both cups were drained and plates scraped clean. You start to slide out of your seat, mumbling a thanks but Bucky stops you. “Wait, won’t you sit here a while longer? I’d be kinda sad sitting here alone.” After a moments hesitation, you resume your position. “What do you wanna talk about? It can’t be the weather. Its been dry as bones for weeks.” He ponders for a moment, “You.” He shifts a little, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“I want to know what you’re running from, and see if I can offer...a distraction.” That shocks you. “Life? Aren’t we all running away in some form or another? I just happened to take the mobile route.” You shrug, “What do you want me to say? It was all shitty so I left it behind. And as for the distraction part, I got a whore last night, so don’t bother.” He is silent. Just sits there and gazes at you. You cock your head, getting impatient. “Am I allowed to leave now? Or do you want to talk about our feelings?”

“I slept with my best friends wife.”

“I-I’m sorry you what??”

“I slept with my best friends wife. He owns half the town, what with him being mayor and all. I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s always been the golden boy. Always been the beacon of light. I just wanted a slice of what he had.” He looks up, his eyes are dead. “She was willing, and I just... took her. There on his desk. He’d been out for lunch with some bigwig, and I made her cum twice on my cock.” He chuckles darkly. “That’d been the first time. All the other times don’t matter, he doesn’t know about those. But he does know about the time in the craft shed. Peggy did pottery.

Had a nice little workshop, it was connected to the mansion they had. I wanted to bring her pleasure in the place where she gets frustrated often, so she’d have something else to think about. Steve caught us on the floor. A big bunch of daffodils in hand. Stupid, those weren’t even her favorites.” He was gone now, lost in memories, not even knowing he was talking. “Said he had come by to take her to lunch. That was always like Steve. Expected her to clear her schedule at the drop of a hat but never doing the same for anybody. He didn’t even get mad. He just walked away, muttering something about his office.

Peggy said she could talk some sense into him. The next day I found her in the garbage when I took out my trash.” Your sharp inhale and big eyes do nothing to catch his attention. “Steve comes strolling out of nowhere, said that she was a threat to his image. Said that I need to leave or face the same. I asked why he left me alive and he said ‘So you can remember the pain until you lay down in the ground and the mice and carrion drag your body up from its silk cocoon to feast.”

But that’s not all.” He said the last bit so quietly, it was as if he said nothing.

“What?” He’s crying now, tears are forming rivers in his eyes. “She knew. She knew he was going to be there and that’s how she wanted to go out.” Your puzzled expression makes him laugh. “Don’t know many politicians, do you? Good. Keep it that way. That day when the mail came I got a letter. From her. It said how she wanted to divorce Steve ever since he became the HOA president. But she couldn’t. He had threatened her once, just once and what he said was so blisteringly awful. And he did it. He is a man of his word, after all. He kept his damn word.”

“So...she used you as an out?” He winces. You hadn’t meant to sound like that.

“Yes.”

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Out in the diners parking lot you say goodbye to James. Wait. No, no. His name is Bucky. He’s got a green Chevy and blue eyes. Or was it red? It doesn’t matter anyway. You back out and head for the next state, ignoring the blood leaking from the tarp in your trunk. The screams have stopped. And the moon is bright.

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