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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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So. I saw this picture. He looks so soft and huggable. Therefore my brain spat this out. Obvi I love chubby grump Bucky who can F U C K

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2, 623 words

Synopsis: Bucky is having a mid-life crisis at 100 something years. His girlfriend is an aggravating little angel shit who doesn’t understand why. Cue pool time and ripped blonde superheroes making poor Bucky extra grumpy.

Tags: Chubby!bucky, avenger!reader, size difference, age gap (twenties and technically late thirties), pnv!sex, daddy kink, Bucky’s hating ass internal dialogue, the reader is a slut for the extra Fluff, pwp, fluff and smut, him Jealous, and Big, I tried to make it humorous heehee

Poolside blues

It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.

So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eye sore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and way too much extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, lips twisting into a frown.

Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Add a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his fleshy hip. Bucky did not think it was ‘cute’. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.

He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at the least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it— making him feel like a bulky lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.

Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his best girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the blonde god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good, often drawing attention from the other sex.

“Are you just going to drill holes in them with your mind or get in the pool?”

Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water you’re making me miserable looking at ya.”

“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.

Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the side-lines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair and stupid white teeth and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted to not stare at her perky tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.

She hummed, “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”

He was staring at her tits now, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes up at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.

In a swift motion she launched onto the concrete.

Clambering up she swayed toward the grumpy man, droplets running down her tight body. Bucky took in the view, getting lost in it really. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking him. Bucky hissed, “What was that for?”

The coolness of her skin felt amazing. He willed himself to not pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill, and pressed against his padded chest. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”

Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”

She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips pouting. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would up doing what she wanted in the first place.

Every. Single. Time.

She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”

Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Yay!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was a little over ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She hopped back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.

Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his dark shirt, revealing his pale skin and soft parts. He willed himself to not curl into a ball or run away screeching. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”

Sam, as always, had ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking thick my man! Whole slice of beef!” The assassin was convinced he was going to self combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.

He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. She stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“

The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky laughing, “Sorry sweets, what were you saying?”

“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out!,” she howled. He chuckled and slowly let the angry avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— horribly trying to block of the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end.

Sitting back he groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public!” Bucky grinned dumbly, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He apologized, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”

Tony Stark and Natasha approached the pool, him lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”

Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”

Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam, “No one calls me that but you! Bird brain!” He needed to scoop the girl up and take off— now. Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, Thor smiling in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “He’s my nasty old man.” The woman laid an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bucky rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”

Her tits bounced when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass for example. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck. Not in front of everyone!”

“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”

Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the sexy trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming minutely on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”

“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.

With another harsh look Bucky regretfully watched her get out of the pool. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. He briskly climbed out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”

Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, aggravated with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.

“C’mon then you beast,” she snickered.

“Beast?,” he echoed.

Bucky hauled her up again, the smaller one yelping. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. She sarcastically questioned, “Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?” Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs.

She said, “You do know I only think about you, like, all the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still he whinged, “I don’t know why when there’s all these… ripped guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her doe eyes. She remained quiet on the walk, ensuing quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.

Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers. He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”

She pinched his cheek, grinding out, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary boyfriend behind me. It turns me on.”

Bucky peered at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing it’s path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was cutely set in determination, deft hands untying the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as the cloth fell down, exposing his aching cock. He climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.

Bucky eyed her up, watching her cheeks heat at his gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, pointedly keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple, sucking eagerly. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapping around his hips.

“Ah! Buck!”

Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky eased off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaking the other. She cried out, rutting up against his heavy cock.

Bucky’s lips split into a grin when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the offending fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he has always had but still didn’t appreciate it.

He grumbled and lightly swatted her ass with a grimace. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her pussy sliding against him. The woman whimpered, hands holding his cheeks insistently, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.”

Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today. He gripped her hips with low moan, eyes traveling up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest heaved, eyes darkly glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”

Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. Softly she begged, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel the stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her opening. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenching shut.

She was snug as always around him, pulsing and seemingly sucking Bucky in. The woman whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “So big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.

He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack Bucky clapped his hips into her, enjoying the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning lowly. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down, cooing.

“You’re so pretty babygirl, taking me so well,” he emphasized with a deep thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, her breathing, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his lids, apparently his girl wanted to be a little shit.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy!,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.

Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck sweets so tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He was panting with exertion now, reveling in the tell-tale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her g-spot dead on, tears pricking her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmuring sweet nothings.

“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna hah- cum!,” she wailed. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it.” He thumbed around her clit, breathing into her lax mouth, swallowing up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, clawing and scrabbling when she clamped down on him. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulsing and gush of slick, fucking her through the orgasm.

His baby’s loud keens turns into little whimpers as he kept thrusting into her tight body. She quavered, “Cum in me please daddy!” The woman nipped along his jaw again, rubbing at his flexing ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, a swirling fog gathering in his brain purely driven by need. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ask and one shall receive. Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with an embarrassingly slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasping through the brunt of his body emptying into her wet heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, still firmly snug inside.

She rubbed a trembling hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already working on knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. His brain had probably shot out of his dick. She maddeningly caressed his, ugh, love handle.

Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”

She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from yelling, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.” Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She giggled and cuddled up like a damn koala. Bucky didn’t truly mind, albeit she may be delusional and think overweight one hundred year old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, the feeling of her sharp teeth on his chin again, him starting to protest.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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Did you see the Sebastian photo with him in the leather jacket and Bucky hair? The black and white one? He looks so good!!!!!!!!

Is it the image below, nonnie? If so, yes! He looks amazing. So much that I had to share more rocker!Bucky. If not, I'm happy to receive the pic.

Everybody Wants a Taste

Pairing: Rocker!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Are you really Bucky's girl? He thinks so. Word Count: Over 1.5k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, oral implied (m. and f. receiving), possessive behavior, slight jealousy and insecurity, swearing, slight feels (it's me), sort of getting together, communication is key, Rocker!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Some White Wolf and Luna that no one asked for! This can also count for Week 4 of the @the-slumberparty for Across the Universe!❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner by the amazing @sgt-seabass and banner by the lovely @rookthorne . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When word got around that you were seeing Bucky Barnes, some of your friends back home told you to be careful. Not because you couldn't keep up with the rockstar, but because they didn't want him to throw you out when he eventually grew bored of you. Touching as it was, it was also insulting.

"We're having fun." you said in the group chat. "Nothing wrong with that."

"But everyone wants him!" one of them replied. "What makes you different from the rest?"

What makes you special?

"Nice fucking pep talk. Really. Appreciate the vote of confidence!" you sent.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"I'm a big girl. I can handle myself."

That was the last thing you sent in the chat.

You may have given your phone the finger, too.

As if you needed another reminder that girls, and guys, lined up to get just a glimpse of the man you somehow got to call yours. Some were better looking than you and others were nicer, but you refused to let it shatter your confidence. They didn't click with Bucky the way you did. If he woke up one day and decided he didn't want you, it wouldn't be the end of your world.

You took care of yourself long before you left home and wouldn't depend on a guy for anything. That was something you made clear when you started spending more time with Bucky. At least, you told him once you could form a coherent sentence since he fucked every sane thought out of you.

"It's okay to keep wanting me, Luna."

Being addicted to him wasn't something you anticipated nor did you want to admit that he had a hold on you. If you did, he'd have the entire deck stacked in his favor. But the cocky fucker knew he had you in the palm of his hand and you couldn't bring yourself to care.

Not when you were on your knees worshipping him like the god everyone made him out to be.

You waited for Bucky after rehearsal, knowing he could do with a bit of stress relief. Steve gave you a knowing smirk as he walked by. "Hey, baby," he teased.

“Hey, blondie,” you winked back.

"Don't call my girl 'baby', punk," Bucky said as his friend laughed.

Am I your girl?

Shamelessly allowing your eyes to roam his body as he walked closer, you wondered how he even got his jeans on some days with the heat he was packing. The rest of the band nodded to you as they passed by, knowing exactly what they'd witness if they stuck around.

"I don't remember texting you," Bucky said when he stopped, running his ringed fingers through his hair. "You don't have anything better to do than wait for me?"

Asshole. You're lucky I adore you.

Your eyes narrowed as you pushed yourself off the wall. "Plenty of other things I can be doing that don't involve you."

"C'mon, baby. I'm fucking with you," he smiled as he moved to stand in front of you. "I just figured you might be hanging out with Alice and Sunshine."

"Oh, we did each other's nails and had a pillow fight. Almost fell out of my top as I jumped around," you smiled, leaning against the wall once again.

You liked Alice and Sunshine. You'd be a bitch not to and they understood things that people back home wouldn't get. Jefferson was certainly more cheerful now that he had his girl back in his life. And Hal still adored his high school sweetheart just as much as he had the day before.

What's it like for someone to be loved the way they are?

"And I missed it? That's too bad. Didn't get a facial?"

You arched an eyebrow as he moved a finger along the swell of your breast. "How could I when you weren't there to give me one?"

"I can give you one now," he smirked.

You laughed and shook your head as you tugged him closer by his t-shirt. "I don't know if I want one anymore. I could find something else to quench my thirst."

"We both know you love the taste of my cock."

"Almost as much as you love the taste of my pussy."

He placed both hands on the wall and looked into your eyes as you bit your lip. "My favorite treat. You gonna let me get my mouth on you so I can have my fill?"

"Maybe after you fuck my throat. Maybe," you said before he brought a hand to your throat. He held it there, but didn't squeeze. "So you'd rather choke me with your hand instead of your cock?"

"Luna, baby, don't tease me."

"Isn't teasing just another form of foreplay?" you asked.

The flirty, fun banter never got old with him. Even on the days you didn't have sex, you found yourself smiling at his words and antics. It made it difficult to protect your heart. But like your body, it was yours to give the person you wanted and he had the key to the lock before you knew it.

"I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock," he stated, tightening his grip when you moaned. "Want you to choke on me before I make a mess of you."

The mere suggestion was enough for your thighs to rub together, tour panties dampening more at the thought of him using your throat to get himself off and paint your face. His thick cock filled every hole of yours to the brim time and time again, reminding you that you belonged to him. But you couldn't always give in so easily. Call it pride or a power move.

You'd both get off in the end.

"Sure you don't want one of your other groupies to suck your cock?"

Everybody wants a taste.

His smirk vanished instantly as he leaned in close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. You didn't shy away from his gaze, captivated by the blue of his eyes. He liked that you didn't try to hide.

Caught in his trap, you couldn't duck and run if you wanted to.

"I haven't fucked anyone else in weeks," his voice dropped as he shoved his knee between your thighs without warning, your core pulsing as he brushed his lips against yours. "Thought I made it clear that you're my girl."

You swallowed hard enough for Bucky to loosen his grip. If Bucky let you in, that meant something because he didn't give himself away lightly. Sex, he could find that anywhere. Someone to stick around through the highs and lows after was another story.

One you wanted to write with him.

"You never actually asked," you said above a whisper.

It was weak to say it out loud and make him put a label on it, but you wanted to hear it.

"I didn't think I had to ask," he said, kissing the spot between your eyes with a small huff. "I thought you were already mine.”

Your stomach swirled with butterflies. "I thought you were mine, too."

"Because I am. I’m all yours," he whispered, playing dirty by rocking his knee a bit more. You were tempted to slide up a bit more and ride his thigh and weep from knowing he was really yours. "C'mon. Be mine. Be my fucking girl, Luna."

You whined when he brought his lips to yours again. You would have said "yes" regardless. "I'm your girl, but don't you dare break my heart. 'Cause I'll hunt you down and make you sorry if you do. I'll curse that glorious dick of yours, too."

Bucky threw his head back and laughed. The sound brought a smile to your face. "I'd expect nothing less. You better not curse my dick or break my heart either."

His casual tone had an underlying vulnerability that you wouldn't dare joke about.

"You're my guy, Wolfy. I won't hurt you."

And I'll be your Luna no matter what.

"Don't let anyone hear you call me that," he grinned, pulling his knee away to leave you wanting more. Tease. "I have a reputation to uphold."

You smiled as the atmosphere shifted back to the sexual charge. He didn't need to dwell on the emotions for the moment and neither did you. Your heart was full and that was more than enough for today.

"Guess you better shut me up then," you suggested as you reached for his belt.

"Oh, no. Still wanna hear you moan and whine when you take me in your mouth," he stated, stepping back so you could unzip his pants and sink to your knees. "When I'm done, you're gonna sit on my face and sing for me. Those pretty sounds of yours might inspire our next song."

"Call it 'Howl at the Moon'," you smiled up at him. "Dedicate it to me," you added with a wink.

You'd find out later that Bucky already had.

Oh, these two. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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So, I know you don't commonly really write for steddie, and you don't have to write this if you don't wanna. But what about Like, reader graduates hawkins high and goes of to college (eddie is probably still held back for his last year???) And when she left she was more on the quite side, soft color pallet, kinda stariotypical pastel sunshine character. And she comes back for the summer and she's like, more punk-ish??? Like a few more piercings, and same kinda quite personality but kinda different aesthetic?

I think you could do something similar with poly!marauders as well, where same thing happens but it's over the summer between years?

Idk, you dont even have to write it, I just have a stupid soft spot for this weird trope/character arc. Make sure to take care of yourself and have a lovely day!!!!!

I'm happy to write for any characters on my list, thanks for requesting gorgeous! Hope you're having a lovely day and taking care of yourself as well <3

Steddie x fem!reader ♡ 637 words

Steve and Eddie are scanning the crowd for you up until the very moment you come up to them. Even then, it takes Eddie a second to recognize you.

“Hey,” you say, tentative.

“Hey,” Steve says, stepping forward. “Shit, honey, come here.”

You grin, some of the apprehension easing from your features as you hug him.

“Shit,” Eddie agrees, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “Almost didn’t recognize you, sunshine.”

Sunshine might not even be the best nickname for you now. When you’d left for college last fall, you’d looked like the rainbow had befriended you personally. All pastels, colorful sweaters and flowy little skirts. Now, it’s like you’ve been plucked from a graphic novel. Your clothes are dark down to the shoes, with ripped black tights under your shorts and lace-up combat boots that, frankly, Eddie thinks might get a little hot in the Indiana summer. He wonders if you’d be amenable to him calling you his little bat. Or witchling, maybe? He’ll have to workshop it.

“You look so different.” Steve sounds positively flabbergasted, stepping back to take you in more fully. “I mean, not a bad different, I just—wow, it’s really…” Eddie snickers. In his opinion, you look far less like someone Steve Harrington would ordinarily date (the girl next door, preppy style, Nancy Wheeler clone) and more like someone he would (cool as fuck). Luckily for you, they both love you down to your ooey gooey core no matter how you present yourself.

“It’s a new look, babe, and it’s fucking sick,” Eddie summarizes. “Is this what college does to people? Maybe I should come visit.”

You roll your eyes at him, flushing faintly. Another pro of your new style: the pink of your face stands out ever-so-much-more brilliantly against your new dark palate.

“I’m serious, sweetheart,” Eddie goes on, delighting in watching your color change. “I need you to start coming to my shows so we can lure in your crowd. You’re too fucking cool for us now.”

Your shoulders start to come up around your ears, but Steve saves you, tucking you under his arm with a kiss to the top of your head. “She was always too cool for us,” he says. It’s the truth, and Eddie sends you a wink to make sure you know he knows it. “You look amazing, really. God, we’ve missed you so—is that a tattoo?”

Eddie all but lunges for you. “Where?”

“Here,” Steve says, stretching the collar of your shirt over your shoulder, where an inky design sits starkly against your skin. “Shit, this is so cool.” Eddie jostles for space, head squishing between yours and Steve’s to get a better look. “It really works for you.”

You smile bashfully. “Thanks.”

“Fuck me,” Eddie breathes, and you shiver pleasantly as his breath his your shoulder. “Actually, if I can get us to Steve’s in five minutes, would you top me right now? This is too fucking hot—oh, don’t look at me like that, Stevie boy. You know you like it too.”

“I do,” Steve says, giving Eddie a look that’s probably aiming for stern but only hitting fond as he tries to coax your face from his chest. “It looks great honey, when did you get this?”

Your voice is characteristically quiet, but a bit proud, when you say, “That one’s from a couple months ago. I got my first last November, though.”

“Your first?” Eddie’s gobsmacked. “How many are there? Wait, no, don’t tell me.” He grabs you by the legs, hoisting you over his shoulder. “I wanna find ‘em.”

“Eds, put me down!” You hiss in his ear, but your words are undercut by giggles. “Steve!”

“Sorry, but I’m kinda on board with this one,” Steve says with an apologetic shrug in your direction. He tosses Eddie the keys.

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buckyalpine · 1 year

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Present # 2

Bucky x reader

A floofy Christmas drabble because why not, this came together in like 5 mins, so just ignore the fact this might not even make sense, it’s also like 4 AM so idk what this is.

You’d made sure to sneak in everyone’s Christmas presents without getting noticed, wrapping them quietly in the middle of the night. Everyone was getting two this year, the first set of gifts was something they’d want and you had bought them months earlier. The second gift was really more for you but it didn’t matter. You were excited anyway. You’d set them all out before everyone woke up, dashing back to your room so you could spend early Christmas morning cuddling with your husband.

A few hours later

You bit your lip, quietly watching everyone unwrap their presents while you sat on the couch, curled up by Bucky’s side. He squeezed your hand, kissing your cheek while the team inspected the soft yellow wrapping paper, much different from the shiny red one on you had used on other presents.

“Y/n, these are...”

You giggled at Tony’s wide eyes staring back at you while he rummaged through the rest of the box, the pieces slowly clicking together.

“Oh my god”

He grinned holding up the tiny Iron Man onesie while Sam screamed, clutching the falcon plushie that was in his box to his chest. “DOES THIS MEAN WHAT I THINK IT DOES?!”

“Holy fuck...” “Language Cap”

“Shut up I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE”

Steve’s box was the largest of all, filled with books, a Captain America teddy bear and a note on top (clearly in Bucky’s writing).

Dear Uncle Steve,

Read these to me when mommy and daddy are out on date night. Which will be often because daddy is romantic and loves mommy very much. So much so that he’s already planning on putting another baby in her soon because he’s impatient.

Love,

Baby Barnes Jr.

PS. Please make a tiny friend for me to play with. Go ask Aunty Nat out on a date already. Punk.

Steve poorly hid his sniffles and tears, pulling Bucky and you into a hug before smiling down at the note again, his cheeks blushing.

“What does the note say” Nat cocked her head while Steve nearly stuffed it in his mouth, shoving it back in the box and holding it tightly in his lap.

“Nothing. Just-just the receipt” He sputtered, while Bucky snorted, his hand coming down to brush your tummy. You were both showered with hugs and tears from everyone, excitement already buzzing over the arrival of your tiny super soldier.

“So what you’re saying is next year we’ll have an extra little stocking joining the rest by the fire place?”

“We’re going to have a tiny terminator running around by next Christmas”

“Tiny White Wolf”

“Tiny Terminator”

“White wolf”

“Terminator”

Bucky shook his head, watching Tony, Sam and the rest of the team go back and forth over nicknames, while you snuggled against him, his heart completely full. He couldn’t have asked for a better present.

Earlier that morning

“I uh, I have another present for you” You blinked at Bucky nervously, hopping out of bed to grab his second gift from the closet. Bucky sat up, watching you curiously as you sat by the edge of the bed, placing it in his lap.

“You didn’t have to get me anything else baby” He carefully tore the wrapping paper, cocking his head at the little bundle you had folded up.

“It’s a little blanket” Bucky chuckled, laying out the small soft baby blue blanket knitted from warm wool.

“Mhm, perfect to wrap something little in?” You fidgeted with your fingers, inching closer to him while he smoothed out the comfy material.

“Little?” He looked up at you, his heart racing at the way you shyly smiled, nodding.

“Well...they’re very very little right now” You whispered, taking his hand and placing it on your belly. “Right now, they’re just a little peanut”

“Doll, you’re....?” He set the blanket aside, pulling you onto his lap, his hands coming down to slide up your shirt, pressed against your tummy. You nodded, cupping his cheek while he held you close to him, showering your face in kisses.

“I love you mama” He pulled you down to cuddle under the blankets for a while, the both of you enjoying a little peace and quiet and kisses before the inevitable chaos waiting downstairs, once everyone opened their second gifts.

“Best. Present. Ever”

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Steve's a misfit and a rebel too in his own way, that's why him and Eddie work. Tbh Steve's kind of rebellion is often more impactful than Eddie's in the real world, but people aren't ready for that conversation cause rebellion as identity and aesthetic is more exciting. 🙊

Oh my god this is exactly it though!! Steve is so much more rebellious than Eddie in my opinion because he completely goes against what people expect of a preppy jock rich boy and each season he goes to lengths to show people that despite their first impressions of him. He does that without having to change the way he looks. While Eddie is much more insecure and unsure of himself but hides that behind provocative clothing and being a social misfit. It's so interesting.

But it's why I hate depictions of punk Steve. Like Steve is perfect the way he is, and is so courageous and brave and doesn't let how he looks define who he is, so why are you trying to "fix" him and change the sense of style that's innate to his character? Steve can be a rebel and still wear a cunty little polo, thanks. And Eddie would love it too, Steve wouldn't need a mohawk and tattoos and chains or whatever for Eddie to be into him, he'd love his hot preppy boyfriend as he is.

#asks #steve harrington #steddie

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atlasscrumpit · 9 days

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Dad Steve x Kid reader

(Bucky is tasked with looking after you)

Steve didn't love the idea of leaving you alone with Bucky, but it was either that or leave one of Tony's robots to take care of you and he definitely trusted Bucky more.

"Okay, make sure she takes her medication. One before bed and one after breakfast, they're very very important so do not forget, okay?" Steve said as he packed got the week long mission.

"I've got this, punk. She's a kid, they're easy." He said as Steve scoffed.

"Y/N isn't just any kid, Buck. She has issues and she needs specific care, okay?" He said as Bucky sighed and nodded.

"Yes, I know. I promise I will take great care of her. You've left a list as long as my arm, so I think we'll be safe." He joked making Steve chuckle softly.

He couldn't help but be nervous for the first time leaving you alone.

"Okay, I better get going." Steve said as you rushed out of your room.

"Bye, daddy!" You shouted, jumping up into his arms to hug him tightly.

"Bye, sweetheart. I'll miss you so much, you be good for Uncle Bucky, okay?" He said kissing your forehead as you nodded.

He put you down and you stood beside Bucky and waved everyone goodbye.

"So, what should we do first?" He asked as you looked up at him and smiled.

"Can we bake a cake?" You asked as Bucky chuckled.

"Well, I can't bake and neither can you. But, Tony has fire extinguishers. Sure, why not."

The first day wasn't going as bad as Bucky thought, but Steve had warned Bucky it would get rough.

And that night it wasn't easy, you sat up in your bed crying your eyes out.

Bucky sat beside you as you cried.

"Steve will be back soon, okay? I know you miss him, doll." He said gently rubbing your back.

It was safe to say you had some abandonment issues.

"Do you want a hug?" Bucky asked as you nodded a little and climbed onto his lap.

He hugged you tightly and gently rocked you back and forth.

"It's okay, sweetheart. Just let it all out, okay?" He said, running his hand through your hair.

"I want daddy to come home." You whispered through your tears.

"I know, but he has some things to do. I promise to make this week as fun as possible. So, why don't we go down to the main room and play some video games?" He asked as you wiped your tears.

"But it's my bed time." You replied making him chuckle.

"I won't tell if you won't." He said as you giggled and nodded.

The week surprisingly went by fast, the team was finally returning.

You waited excitedly and as soon as the elevator door opened you ran forward.

"Daddy!" You shouted rushing to jump into Steve's arms.

Tony's eyes widened as he looked around at the absolute mess that the tower was.

"Oh my god... What the hell happened?" Tony asked as Bucky smiled.

"I took care of Y/N all by myself!" Bucky said as Steve chuckled.

"Yeah, and it looks like..." Tony was cut off when Steve jabbed him in the ribs.

"Bucky took care of Y/N all by himself, and we're proud of him for that." Steve grumbled as Tony rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, of course. You did a great job Bucky." Tony muttered staring at the mess.

You hugged Steve and started telling him everything that had happened, he could barely understand you but from what he heard it sounded like a fun week. I

#Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #Mcu #Avengers #Tony stark #Platonic #Reader insert

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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 months

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Currently thinking about young bubbly president Steve and silver fox secretary of state Bucky whose hair keeps getting greyer because he has to keep the punk from misbehaving and possibly destroying the country. A. K. A Buck has to decipline Steve

related to this What If look

Oh my God...

I love that idea so, so much!

President Rogers is the youngest president to serve, also the first openly bisexual, and the second unmarried president (only rivaled by President James Buchanan, which... coincidence? I think not). Overall, President Rogers' a fucking win for everyone. Everyone except for his secretary of state who feels more like a fucking babysitter than anything these days because who let this kid into the white house, anyway?

Bucky just pretends to be grumpy and annoyed, though. Really, he can't wrap his head around America's Golden Boy. He's so intelligent for someone so young but also, just, so intelligent in general. His tactical mind is incredibly impressive. Even if he's also stubborn as a mule and needs to learn his lesson that he can't do everything, he can't fix every problem, and he can't save every person. His heart is what's really pure gold, not his hair. It's only fair that Bucky helps take some of that stress away. It's practically in his job description, isn't it? 😏

#asks #au #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky

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Girl dad Steve is just so 😮‍💨😮‍💨😩😩. And the way you write it? 🫠🫠 Perfection, and then just imagine once your guys daughters are old enough to start dating? How overly over protective he’s gonna be? Scaring off every boy their daughters bring home and you have to be all “Steve, stop” and he’s gonna be all “None of them are good enough for my princesses”

~Love Evie

EVIE!!!!!! you are so real for this. no bc peak steve is dilf steve covered in glitter with an american girl doll in one hand, a towel thrown over his shoulder, and a my little pony hairbrush in his pocket. bonus points for every sticker and barette you find on him. when his kids reach that tween age where they start liking boys??? oh my god. you thought the sleepover craze made your house chaotic???? this is so much worse. the second steve hears your oldest start talking about boys on the phone with her friends, it's over. he knows that means your other girls won't be far behind her. he's in the doorway in less than one second.

"Who's Chris??"

"DAD IM ON THE PHONE >:("

he finds you immediately and the second he brings up the fact that your oldest daughter is talking about some boy named chris, he sees your face change. you knew. how could you know that your daughter is talking to boys and not tell him?????

"I met him for two seconds yesterday and he seems perfectly nice. I didn't tell you immediatley because I don't want you to jump to conclusions and bring out your old nail bat."

"Okay, well, when some punk comes sniffing around my girls then yeah, I'm going to bring out the nail bat." he grumbles.

"Come on, Stevie. We were their age once," You tell him, batting his chest playfully, hoping to remind him of his teenage days.

"Yeah, we were their age." he says, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. "Our frontal lobes weren't developed yet and we both had one thing on our minds. I know how this goes, okay phonecalls lead to kissing between periods, next thing you know you're married with six kids and a nail bat."

you chuckle at him, pressing a kiss to his lips, one he leans into. you pat his chest again.

"how bout this? when she's getting ready for her first date, we'll give her her own nail bat."

He considers.

"I can live with that."

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youmakemyhearthowl · 10 months

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Punk Princess

Hello and welcome to the story that I most would like to finish, It's been a while friends, and I have missed all of you. I'm going to go ahead and get this chapter uploaded now, it was written way back in January, when things started to go a little south for me in life, but I figured I could give you guy's this, while I work on making sure I can keep giving you this story in the most authentic way. So here's to you guys, and this shorter Chapter that I never got to release because life kicked me in the face. The next one I'm able to release, I want to be longer but I needed a 'fresh start' to keep telling this story and that meant getting this part out for you all to enjoy. And I really hope you enjoy. thank you for sticking around, and for being so understanding. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope I can keep bringing these boys to life for you soon<3

Steve had been on dates in the past, so he’s not really sure why he’s freaking out so hard to Robin while he’s getting ready. He knows how to do this, he used to be the king of doing this.

But it feels like so much more this time.

Like life or death.

Which is so silly because Steve’s faced life or death before, and it was nothing like this. But god the panic he’s feeling is so all consuming at the moment he barely registers Robin's hands coming up to grasp his face, and squish his cheeks between them.

“I’m gonna need you to breathe, Dingus.” Steve lets out a soft whine when he registers her words, his eyes focusing on her soft smile. “What’s got you so panicked about this, Steve? You’ve been on dates before, and you already did the hard part of asking him out.” Steve brings his hands up to cup around hers and sighs, deflating completely.

“What if like, what if he wants or-or expects more on the date? Like I know I’m a bit of a slut Rob’s, I own that shit, but, I’ve- I don’t know, what if that’s all he wants, like everyone else I’ve tried to be with? Like, I didn’t really have the best time with- with the hook ups when I was still figuring out my sexuality, you know? And Eddie’s important, like so important and I just, fuck I don’t even know what I’m trying to say.” Robin squishes his face a little more as he talks, and his words come out a bit distorted.

“Steve.”

“Yea I know, it’s dumb.” He casts his eyes to the side as she lets his face go. Hands sliding down his neck and arms till she’s holding his.

“It’s not dumb. But Steve don’t you want more on this date? I mean you’ve been talking about sitting on his dick for months now.” Steve groans, leaning forward to rest his forehead on hers taking a deep breath.

“This is- Rob’s, I’m like, pretty sure I’m in love with the guy. I don’t think I’d survive if this was just a physical thing.” One of her hands releases his and comes up to flick his ear.

“So tell him that dumbass. You guys promised to communicate with each other, So do that.”

And just like that, a lot of that panic that was gripping his throat dissipates, a soft laugh bubbling up in his throat, because she’s right. Of course she’s right, she’s Robin. But that promise is literally the whole building block of his and Eddies relationship. That promise of Steve communicating, and Eddie taking the time to listen and vise versa. It’s what makes what they have now work.

Steve leans forward and plants a kiss on Robin's nose that has her scrunching it at him.

“What would I do without you, Robs?”

“Perish.”

“Fair enough”

Steve has no idea why he was so nervous, walking through the woods with Eddie towards their date destination. Them- this, it’s easy.

“Stevie, baby, light of my dreary life. You said drive-in movie, not fucking hike for an hour in the woods movie.” Steve laughs, glancing over to Eddie before reaching out and grabbing his hand, placing a swift kiss to his knuckles.

“It’s been like 10 minutes Eddie, and we’re almost there anyways.” Eddie shoots him a playful glare, yanking on their intertwined hands so Steve stumbles towards him slightly.

“Pretty sure you said that like, 3 hours ago.” Steve laughs, groaning and bumping his shoulder into Eddies. Glancing sideways at him through his bangs, a soft swoop warming his lower stomach.

“Eddie.”

“Steve.”

“Ed’s.”

“Stevie.”

“Edward.”

“Babygirl?”

Steve kinda short circuits at that, stumbling slightly and shooting a playful glare at Eddie, who's walking next to him with a self satisfied grin taking over his whole face.Steve can feel his blush deepening as he stares at him.

“You’re a little shit.” Steve finally settles on saying, glancing in front of them to make sure they are going in the right direction. He doesn’t think he’s stopped smiling since the date started, and his face kind of hurts, but he’s so glad he was able to push past his worries and do this. All of this for Eddie. He can smell the food he cooked every now and then, when Eddie swings the picnic basket just right and he’s excited to get Eddie’s opinion on the Chicken Parm he’d made for them.

Eddie squeezes Steve's hand gently, pulling his attention back over to him, and the smile Steve is met with is blinding.

“So, what’s with the trek through the woods for a drive-in movie? You secretly a murderer?” Steve snorts so hard at the question he stumbles a bit, Eddie uses the hand he’s still holding to pull him back. “It’s a valid question, Princess. You’re a little bit lethal, and a whole lot hot while doing it.” Steve feels a chill go down his spine slightly at the words, flashes of Demodogs dancing past his eyelids, Billy’s fists mingling with the images. He almost wants to say ‘Yes cause I have to be.” But he holds his tongue, and flashes a cheeky grin in Eddie's direction.

“I’m not gonna murder you. Although if you show anyone where I’m taking you, I might.” He scratches at the back of his neck a bit. “It’s uh- it’s a special place I stumbled upon last year, when I couldn’t sleep one night. It was old and falling apart when I found it, but I’ve fixed it up good as new.” He glances over at Eddie again, seeing him nodding along as Steve talks, soft smile on his lips.” It’s high enough up that it’s got the perfect view of the Drive-in through the trees.” Eddie stops walking at that, using where they are still attached to pull Steve to a halt as well.

“Steeeeve,” He draws out the e’ in a whine, “you’re making me hike and climb?” He’s got his lip pouted as he looks at Steve, and Steve really can’t fight off the blooming warmth in his chest staring at the man in front of him.

“It’s up a ladder Ed’s, It won’t be too bad.”

“I agree on one condition.”

“That is?”

“You climb me afterwards.” Steve barks out a surprised laugh at that, and he can feel a warm blush spreading up his chest to his cheeks, Eddie smirks over at him.

“I’m beginning to think you have no filter.” Steve muses aloud, knocking gently on a tree trunk as he passes it.

“Beginning? Stevie, baby, beginning?” Eddie’s still got that smirk on his face as he uses a tree trunk to spin around and get closer to his space. Steve huffs out a laugh, using his pointer finger to push Eddie back by his nose as he glances around the woods trying to spot his marker on a tree he knows is near by. His eyes light up when they land on the soft blue cloth blowing in the wind.

“Come on, the tree house is over here.” He can physically feel Eddie perk up at the words.

“Treehouse! Stevie, you have a secret treehouse out here?” Eddie stumbles over his shoe laces as he works to catch up to him, and he laughs. God when was the last time he laughed this much? And Just as he’s about to start climbing the ladder Eddies grasping his shoulder and spinning him around, pushing his back up against it and pressing his chest flush against him. There’s a mischievous twinkle in Eddie’s eyes as Steve looks at him questioningly, and Eddie leans in, his nose brushing along Steve's cheek.

“You really look good enough to eat in that outfit Steve, and if I have to climb up this ladder behind you, neither of us are going to get to taste this meal you made us or see the movie.” Steve shivers at the purr in Eddie's voice as he leans even closer, lips ghosting over Steve’s ear. “So what do you say I do first pretty boy, before I just push you up against this ladder and take you right here.”

Steve suppresses a groan, leaning his head back against the ladder and arching himself more into Eddie, who’s hands come out and brace his hips.

“Down boy, I want to at least get to sample what my baby spent all morning cooking for me.” He laughs softly, planting a wet kiss to Steve’s cheek and shuffling him out of the way to start up the ladder, and if Steve has to take a second to readjust his pants before following him, that's between him and the trees.

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buckys-dollface · 2 years

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It's 3 am I must be lonely ☾ [B.B]

Pairing: Fuckboy!Roomate!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Actress!Reader

Summary: Your roommate Bucky Barnes, has always been infatuated with you, much to your ignorance. You were his shining star. One drunk voicemail later and it's as if the stars aligned in Bucky's favor.

Warnings: 18+ MDI. Alcohol consumption, drunken confessions, jealous!Bucky, mutual pining, descriptions of sex, unconsental touching

A/N: For @starryevermore 's 3k writing challenge! I'm super proud of u!

Bucky always was a cynic when it came to love. He thought Valentine's Day was for chumps, which is spoken like a true fuckboy he was. He couldn't wrap his mind around a holiday idolizing romance especially when he couldn’t foresee anything beyond a one night stand. Until there was you, of course.

Yeah, yeah. Even Bucky realizes how clique it sounds, but you were the light gleaming in a foggy evening.

His shining star. You were there for him to follow and praise beyond remission. You were an upcoming actress trying to make it big on Broadway. On your way to your inevitable stardom tonight, you were at a cast party for an off off-broadway show you were the lead in over at the theatre on Main and 5th. You were so excited about this opportunity. You always said that every chance you took was one step closer to your dreams.

And Bucky couldn't be prouder of you. He remembered seeing you opening nIght.

What he didn't realize was how hot and heavy the love scene on stage you had was. The rushed movements, the fleeting kisses, oh and your moans? It made Bucky dizzy and his cock hard. Not to anyone else’s knowledge, but it wasn't the first time he had imagined you that way. You and Bucky had been roommates for three years, and throughout college, you had been each other's saving grace through bad breakups, risky hookups, and played each other wingmen from time to time.

So when Bucky realized he was in love with you, it didn't hit him immediately. He went through a long denial period and dwindled down the path of confusion. If you were just roommates why did his gaze linger on you? Why did he search you out in a crowd? Especially when Bucky knew everyone. Why did he find comfort in your laugh and sought out to make sure you were in high spirits?

We're just friends, roommates, that's it. Get together, for God's sake.

He was becoming desperate, and he couldn't continue to push down his emotions like he had done his entire life. When it came to his dad dying, to his sister’s drug addiction, and now inevitably you. He didn't know how to handle these thoughts, as they began to cloud his mind and become all-consuming. You started to dwell in Bucky’s thoughts during his waking hours and soon prevented him from a sound sleep.

You were the focus to all his dreams, especially there you were a leading starlet taking the main stage. It was tantalizing sweet, one moment you were his, whole-heartedly it seemed, the next you were gone without a trace. Bucky couldn’t go through with this much longer. Especially when you seemed none the wise and moved on with life seemingly as if things were normal.

Things were in fact not normal.

Bucky finally after months, decided to confied in his best friend, Steve. Someone needed to know and he sure as hell wasn’t coming to you with all these mixed up emotions.

“I think I love her, Stevie.” Bucky muttered, his gaze averted to the ground. Steve’s eyes widened, he couldn’t believe the words Bucky had uttered. Of course, Steve was beside himself. He never truly envisioned the day he would see his best friend find someone he was truly fond on, especially that person being you.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“This has gotta be a prank,” Bucky’s eyes met Steve’s and it told him him everything he needed to know. It revealed every secret that Bucky was too scared to admit to Steve or even himself. All in one look for Steve to drink in.

“You really love Y/N, don’t you, punk?” A smirk spread across Steve’s as he began to chuckle. The realization settled admittedly in his bones as he took in a deep breath and released it. “Yeah, I guess I do.”

And there was no taking it back.

That’s what landed him here. You were gone to your cast party, with your buff costar love interest and the more Bucky thought about it, it made his blood boil. He wanted you to be with him. It was Friday night, and usually Fridays were movie night for the both of you. Instead, you were gone and it just brewed the jealousy inside on his soul. He yearned for your presence, for your laugh, for you commentary during the stupid rom-come you’d watch with him. After a fifth of whiskey, Bucky almost felt invincible.

"Uh, hey."

A beat passes, one longer than it should have lingered, the tense air on Bucky's end swells and threatens to swallow him whole.

"I know you're busy. I know you're at your cast party and I know I shouldn't be bothering you-" He can feel his mind race and he paced back forth in his living room. It was as if he was chasing his tail.

"It seems like we haven't seen each other much lately. I just wanted to let you know how special you are to me and how special our time together is."

Bucky could feel himself waning. His palms and hands were becoming sweaty from the anxiety as he was trying to get his words through the other end.

"Let me just cut to the chase." Bucky plopped down on the couch, his hair running through his long locks making them mangled. Then, he noticed a framed photo. He had plenty of them that decorated the apartment featuring Steve, Sam, Nat but more specifically you. This photo was from Bucky's last birthday. You both looked so happy. Like nothing could touch either of you.

"I need you." His tone shifted, became more weak and wilting away his strength.

"I miss your warm smile, your laugh, the way you say my name. You make me want to be a better man even when I don't understand it all. I think I love you, starlight"

Even when he heard the words out loud, as scary as it seemed, it felt right. This was the first time in a long time, he was being vulnerable and real with another human being and he yearned for it to be you as frightening as that was. Even if you rejected him outright, he needed you to know how much he cared for you and much room you filled inside his brain.

"Please call me back. We need to talk."

After that, he hung up the phone without another word. It almost was a little haunting. Was he going to regret this in the morning? Without a doubt. You're Bucky's roommate and with a long-winded voicemail, he just ruined any normal tendencies between the both of them.

It had been a little after one when your phone buzzed. You were slightly tipsy and frustrated. You were finally finished with your last show for your debut Broadway show. Well off off Broadway show. You had hopes that maybe, just maybe, this show would be a proper jump off point to your actual big break.

You should be happy, but something felt off.

You went along with the rest of the cast to get drinks after the last round of applause rang out. It should be a celebration but something was missing.

Bucky.

Along with the fact that your sleazy lead co-star couldn't keep his hands off of you. You huffed as you shuffled to grab you phone from your pocket in your seat.

"Sweetheart, we aren't on stage anymore. You can stop." You informed him as his hands slid down your shoulders towards your waist. You could feel them going further and further down as you stood behind you at the bar. You could feel his body heat against you which made you cringe.

"Y/N, what if I can't? What if this show was meant to bring us together?" He whispered in your ear. You could smell the whiskey laced on his breath.

"Let me make myself clear. I'm not interested. I'm an actor. I was playing a part and if you can't distinguish the two, then it ain't it, baby." You announced to him, practically loud enough for your corner of the bar to hear. Snickers reverbrated in response to your outburst, making Chad's mouth go agape. It took no time at all to shove his limp, noodle body out of the way.

"Oh and Chad?" His eyes gleamed up to yours, almost dumbfounded.

"Go fuck yourself."

You felt like you played Bucky's voicemail a million times before you got back to your shared apartment. The words Bucky uttered echoed in your mind and almost gave solace as you drove your typical route. You took a deep breath as you grabbed your things and walked up the steps.

Looking back, you think unlocking your door was the hardest part. You weren't sure about what was to come next. You carefully turned your key and opened your door hopefully you wouldn't wake Bucky. He was known to be a light sleeper and would typically sleep on the couch so he wouldn't disturb you while you slept.

"Hiya, starlight." He whispered, his voice sounded almost hoarse. He seemed dazed. You noticed a fifth of Jack Daniel's that was empty and slung on the living room floor and a liter of Jim Bean sitting up on the coffee table half empty.

"Hey Buck." Your eyes finally met his slate grey ones. It was like you were the tides and his eyes were the moon pulling you in. That was cheesy, wasn't it?

Fuck.

"I got your message."

Oh shit.

Bucky barely got any rest between the time he left you that voicemail and right now. He wanted to make sure he was awake when you came home. And if anything sobered him up quicker, it was that last sentence you said to him.

"Yeah?" His voice was so hopeful, if Bucky was more aware, he would realize how embarrassing he sounded.

You couldn't help it. With his lips slightly parted and his eyes mesmerized with your image, it was as if he was truly seeing stars.

He, Bucky Barnes, the once acclaimed fuckboy was lovesick and as much as you wanted to relish in this moment; in the before, you couldn't anymore. Not when you so craved the after.

If you'd blinked, you would have missed it. One moment it was just the tension, solely sulking in the air, then as if you and Bucky could read each other's mind, your lips met as one.

With you, oh you made it worth it.

The kiss was soft and sweet, just like Bucky always remarked about you. He wanted to take his time with you, which is something he never thought he would feel for another person especially in an intimate moment like this one.

You felt your lips moved in sync with his. It was so pure, almost how you imagined your first kiss to go when you were younger. It felt as time had stilled and in this one moment was specifically written for the both of you.

His lips were smooth like butter and the moment Bucky uttered the smallest whimper you were done for. Moments later you both separated from the kiss. You looked into Bucky's eyes and saw a changed man. No seriously. You've never seen him so content over another girl. Bucky loves girls but you always assumed it was more the idea of them. All the baggage that came with them really wasn't his style.

"Ya know after this they'll call me the fuckboy destroyer." You joked as your forehead rested upon each other. Bucky rolled his eyes at your teasing. You always seemed to do that way or another.

"Doll-" He whined.

"Aww c'mon." When your giggles subsided, Bucky took your hands in his.

"See, I never saw myself as the relationship type. Ya know, it seemed too messy, but with you? God, starlight. Everything I said in that voicemail was true. I love you and I might be a little possessive of you."

"Did Chad make you jealous?" You teased as he carded his long locks through his fingers and you began to caress his face. His vision became tunneled and he saw red when he thought of that fucker. Him touching you, caressing you, kissing you. It made him seeth with anger because frankly he was jealous. And even though he may be biased, he thought Chad was undeserving of what you had to offer.

"God, I hate that motherfucker."

"Don't worry about him. Buck. He doesn't compare to you." You offered, almost immediately.

"Oh really?"

"I told him to fuck off tonight, he obviously didn't realize I was in love with someone else."

"Is that so?"

Those words hung in the air as all sound went quiet. Bucky couldn't believe the grin that spread across his face. He would understand if you weren't in love with him yet. He was still figuring all of his feelings out for you but everytime he uttered the words "I love you", it felt right, it felt safe.

"Yeah, also I think the blonde dye he uses has posioned Chad's brain and caused his stupidity." Bucky shook his head and began to laugh alongside you. You truly were a breath of fresh air. His breath of fresh of air.

"I love you, Starlight."

"I love you, Buck."

God, that was going to take some getting used to.

In the best way.

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marvelcriminalhoe · 2 years

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His Sinful Devotion Part 4

Older! Dark! Church guy! Steve Rogers x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader

Guest Staring: Older! Dark! Church guy! Bucky Barnes x Innocent! Naive! Preachers daughter! Reader!

(The smut in this chapter involves Bucky x Reader, not Steve)

Warnings: Age gap, Dark, manipulation, dub con, power imbalance, oral (male receiving), Talks of god, talks of praying, talks of courtship. Talks of sharing woman (past&present) Steve is hardcore manipulative I’m serious, reader is hardcore innocent, groping, innocent kink(is that a thing???), praise kink, daddy kink, small amount of degradation kink. face fucking. chocking. gaging. . I think that’s all? Idk let me know if I’m missing something. Obviously this is very much nsfw and 18+ only

AN1: If you’re here for the smut, it's in the middle. If you're here for the storyline, it's the beginning. If you're here for both, enjoy it all. I know you’ve been waiting for it.

AN2: I would like to state, I love Sharon. I love that she is going to become a villain in the future with Marvel. But in this story, I don’t like her. She will not be a friend. If you don’t like that, too bad. I was going to make an OC, but I’m lazy and didn’t want to. So deal with it.

Word Count: 3,036

Master List

Steve has felt on top of the world since the dinner at your house. Your parents agreed to allow him to court you and Steve knew, his plans were so set in motion, he would be married to you by Christmas. No one would be able to stop him now.

He deserves a wife. A good, obedient, little wife. And that’s exactly what you will be for him. It’s what you’ve been raised to be.

And he does deserve it. Deserves you. Steve has spent his whole life in church, mostly to appease his mother. He spent his youth being sick and frail. His teen years in service to the community. He spent his 20’s overseas with Bucky, fighting in wars for greedy men, and he’s spent the last 10 years being home, being the perfect church guy.

He deserves something good now, for all he's done. For all he continues to do.

And what kind of man would he be, if he didn’t share that with his best friend? The man that has been there with him every step of the way. The man that has taken him in, that has helped him countless of times.

Bucky is Steve’s other half. His brother. He has shared with Steve throughout the years, especially when they were teens and Steve never had any prospects of his own. It’s only fair to repay the favor.

Bucky, like Steve, is currently working on his own little wife, both men wanting to settle down, start families of their own. Steve just happens to be a little ahead of him in the plan.

So until Bucky can start making moves of him own, Steve is more than willing to share bits of you with him. It’s what Bucky would do if the rolls were reversed.

Steve is shaken from his train of thought, when he spots his best friend making his way through the gate, a smirk on the brunettes face.

“Punk.” Bucky pulls Steve into a strong hug. Bucky moved a few states away when the boys got back, wanting to be closer to his sister and her family. But that hasn't changed his and Steve’s relationship at all.

Steve laughs, clapping Bucky’s shoulder, “Jerk. How was your flight?” “Good.” Bucky nods, pulling back to walk to the baggage claim, “But I’m as stiff as a board now.” “Your old back can’t handle those seats?” Steve jokes, earning a glare from his friend, “Shut up, punk.” “Alright, alright.” Steve concedes, “Let’s go. We got stuff to do.”

“And a girl to meet.” Bucky smirks, making Steve roll his eyes, “That all you’re excited about, punk? Haven't seen your best friend in months, ya know.”

Bucky just scoffs, “Come on Stevie, ya know I’m excited to see ya too.” Before he groans, “But, god, that video in the class room? I’ve been hard for 3 weeks now.”

Steve laughs, rolling his eyes as he helps put Bucky’s bag in the trunk of his SUV, “We’ll get you sorted out soon, jerk. Just calm down for a few hours will ya? We gotta hit the service first.”

“Yeah yeah.” Bucky grumbles getting in, “I know how to be good.” Steve gets in, raising a brow at his friend, “Really?” Bucky smirks, “Alright, I know how to pretend.” Both men laughing as Steve drives away from the airport.

Your parents announced to the church about yours and Steve’s courtship that night in church, bringing both of you to the front of the stage for the church to all congratulate you. Steve kept one of his hands on your lower back as the other one shook the hands of the congregation. You both had smiles on your face, and you enjoyed how excited everyone was for the both of you. But you didn’t miss the strained smiles of some of the single women when they would come up, or the way some didn’t even shake your hand, bypassing you entirely.

Steve noticed too. and the pressure on your back grew each time it happened. Steve knew that would happen, and the blatant disrespect you received from some of the women he would not tolerate from here on out. You were his, and he would not allow his girl to be mistreated.

After the announcement, when everyone started leaving, Steve turned to your parents, “Would you mind if I stole her away fro a few hours? My best friend is in town, and I wanted her to enjoy dinner with us.”

Your mother smiled at Steve, “Of course! Both of you have fun.”

“I’ll drop her off later tonight.” Steve nods, shaking your fathers hand before he starts walking you down the aisle towards a brunette man that was waiting by the door. You saw him come in with Steve earlier. He was handsome and tall, much like Steve. He was also built like Steve. Maybe a little shorter, but still well above you.

Steve sits roughly at 6’6, while this man was about 6’4 or 6’5. Barley any difference between the men, besides the hair colors. This man also has much brighter of a blue in his eyes.

The man is watching you as you walk up to him, a small smirk on his face when you reach him, sticking his hand out, “Bucky, nice to meet you doll.”

You send him a shy smile back, taking his rough hand in your much softer one, “Nice to meet you.”

You look up to Steve when you drop Bucky’s hand, who smiles down at you, “Me and Buck go way back. Knew each other since we were kids.” He tells you as he leads you to his car, Bucky getting in behind you as Steve is in the drivers seat.

He drives to his house, a place you've never been. You’ve only ever spent time with him at the church or at the dinner with your parents. But you don’t feel nervous with Steve, especially since you’re courting now. He will be your future husband, should this go the way everyone is expecting it to. Steve unlocks the door, ushering you in. His house is nice, really nice. Much nicer than your house. You aren't entirely sure what Steve does as work, but it definitely pays more than what your parents make working for the church.

You walk around the living room, sitting on the couch gracefully as Steve instructs, as Steve and Bucky head into the kitchen, talking amongst themselves. After a few minutes, both men come into the living room.

“Darling,” Steve gets your attention as he starts putting his jacket back on, “I need to run to the store, grab some stuff for dinner.”

“Oh, okay.” You frown, thinking he had already gotten everything, considering he invited you here for dinner, “Should I come with you?”

Steve shakes his head, walking over to you, and kissing your forehead, “It’s alright, little one, I got it.” He smirks down for you, caressing your cheek with his pointer finger, “You’ll be good for Bucky while I’m gone, yeah?”

You nod your head, “Of course.” You couldn't imagine being unpleasant towards Bucky, who was Steve’s closest friend.

“Good girl.” Steve praises you, leaning down to kiss your forehead one more time, “Do everything he says, okay?”

“O-okay.” You nod, looking behind him a Bucky, who was watching the interaction.

Steve walks to the front door, patting Bucky’s shoulder as he leaves, throwing a, “Have fun you two.” Over his shoulder as the door closes behind him.

Bucky makes his way to where you’re sat on the couch, smiling at you as he sits down close. His leg and shoulder brushing up against yours. “You know, Steve has told me a lot about you.”

You feel yourself become a little flustered at the thought that Steve talks about you, not thinking you’re really anything worth talking about, “Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Bucky nods, “Has told me lots of stories. He can’t shut about about what an angel you are.”

You smile shyly at him, looking down at your hands in your lap. You like that Steve talks about you. Like that he is so sweet and caring. You feel a soft brush on your cheek as fingers grab your chin, making you look back over to the brunette man.

“Don’t look away, doll.” He tells you gently, “You’re too pretty not to stare at.”

You swallow at the endearment, having to focus hard on not looking away again. Your hands fiddling in your lap. Bucky watches you for a few seconds, only making your nerves even more heightened, expecting him to look for a flaw.

Bucky is Steve’s best friend, what if he doesn't like you? Would Steve leave you then? And if Steve doesn’t think your worthy, would anyone?

You finally start to feel like you’re more than your parents daughter, finally have someone with Steve that doesn't treat you like a child all the time. Talking down to you as if you’re nothing. You don’t want to lose that.

The hand he has still grasping your chin, moves to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your bottom lip, “You have beautiful lips.”

“Tha—thank you.” You stutter out. Besides Steve, no one really pays you any compliments, not like this.

Bucky sighs deeply, “Steve tells me you’re really good at helping him. You like helping, doll?”

“Yes.” You nod quickly, “I love helping. Father says that’s what we’re put here to do.”

Bucky nods at your words, still caressing your bottom lip, “Would you want to help me?”

“Of course!” You answer quickly. Maybe if you help him, he will like you, and will tell Steve he approves of you. Then Steve will like you even more.

“Good girl.” Bucky whispers, letting go of your face and drops his hands down to his jeans, unbuckling his belt. You eyes go wide at his actions when he pulls them down, along with his boxers, and his cock hits his abdomen.

You’ve never seen anyone else but Steve’s, and he told you his is the only one you’re allowed to see, “Uh, Bucky, I—I don’t think—-“

“It’s alright, doll.” Bucky starts lazily stroking his cock as his hardness grows, “Stevie said you could help me.”

“He did?” You question.

“Of course he did, doll.” Bucky takes one of your hands from your lap, helping you stroke him instead of himself, “Would I lie to ya? He’s the one that told me what a helper you are. What a good girl you can be.”

You nod at his words, watching as your hand goes up and down. He’s not as long as Steve, but he is a little thicker. He has more veins than Steve too. Your breathing becomes a little heavier as Bucky lets go of your hand, his finding the back of your head, petting your hair, “Just like that doll, fuck. Go faster.”

You speed up your movements, following his orders. Steve did tell you to listen to him. You feel pressure on the back of your neck as Bucky starts to push you down, “Use your mouth.”

His voice is a lot harsher and lower, making you think he was upset at you. You open your mouth, sucking on him like a popsicle, like Steve taught you to do.

Like Steve has you do every week before class, so he’s not nervous.

“Fucking hell.” Bucky mumbles as he watches you suck him off, “Punk’s got you trained real well.” He throws his head back on the couch, pushing your head down farther.

You’ve never done it like this for Steve, he’s always standing in front of you, and this angle makes it go down your throat farther. You gag a bit, but unlike when that happens with Steve, Bucky doesn't pull you away, “You can take it.”

Bucky lifts his head back up, watching as you fight a little in his hold, but you don’t stop your movements. He knows his girth is a bit wider than Steve’s but your mouth feels so good, he can’t have you stopping now. Bucky needs a little more though. He switches hands, moving his right now onto your head to keep your movements going, as his left one caress your back.

“Get on your knees, doll.” Bucky orders, “Put them on the couch under you.”

You do as instructed, finding it a little difficult considering your position, but after you do it, your neck does start to feel better, not at such a weird angle. Of course, this isn’t why Bucky wanted you like this.

He reaches back, lifting the bottom of your skirt up so he can kneed your ass, making you squeak around him out of surprise. He pushes your head all the way down with his right hand, making you choke a bit as he leaves you there, his pubes brushing against your cheeks. when he lets you continue your movements, his left hand continues to kneed your ass.

As he starts to get closer to his high, Bucky starts bucking up into your mouth, making you choke on him more. “Fuck, doll.” Bucky groans, “You sound so good chocking on my cock.”

Unlike Steve, Bucky’s words are far more vulgar, making you feel weird.

“Such a little slut, chocking like this, huh?” He questions, fully fucking your throat now, still kneading your ass. He laughs when you try to protest with a shake of your head, his words making you feel bad. The surprise sound you make when his hand connects with your ass hard, vibrates around his cock, making him finish far faster than he wanted to. He keeps your head down on him as he continues to buck into your mouth, “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

When all of his cum has been emptied, he lets you up, ordering you to swallow it like Steve does. The running mascara and smeared lipstick on your face makes you look throughly fucked, making him half hard again, but he knows not to push it. You’re still new at all of this. Steve only started making you his for about a month and a half now.

Bucky can’t help but chuckle at how well the blonde already has you trained, in such a short time. Who would have thought Steve was better at this than him?

Bucky wipes the tear tracks on your face, stopping himself from laughing at the small pout you have. He knows it’s because he called you a slut. Steve informed him he’s only ever treated you like a good girl. But Bucky is a little more mean when it comes to these things.

“You did such a good job, doll.” Bucky smiles at you, “Such a good girl.”

“Really?” You question, still pouting. You've never been called a slut before. You didn’t think you were one either. You’re just helping, right? Steve said this was okay. That this was a good thing.

Bucky nods at you, reassuringly, “Steve will be really pleased you helped me so well.”

His words do the desired affect, making you feel more at ease and forgetting the words he said earlier. You did help him and Steve has to be proud of you for helping his best friend. Right?”

As if he knew you two were talking about him, Steve walks through the front door, a few grocery bags in hand. He sets the bags down, walking over to where you and Bucky are. He sends a small, ‘really’, look to Bucky, gesturing to the man that his pants were still down, before turning to you. He kneels down in front of you, wiping the smudges lipstick around your mouth, “Did you two have fun?”

You shrug your shoulders looking over to Bucky before you look back to Steve. The brunette nods his head, “She helped me out real nice, Stevie.”

Steve raises his brow at you, “That so?”

You nod your head but still don’t say anything, wondering if he will be mad. You know he told you to never help anyone out like you help him, but he also told you to listen to Bucky.

Steve puts your fears to rest though when he smiles at you wide, kissing your forehead, “Good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely.” Steve reassures you, “Bucky is my best friend. You helping him out means so much to me.”

“You’re welcome.” You smile at him, feeling good due to the praise, and the fact you did the right thing.

Steve stands back up, gesturing to the kitchen, “Lets go make some dinner, yeah? Then later you can show Bucky how you help daddy out, too.”

The official announcement from your parents regarding your and Steve’s courtship, brought lots of cheer and congratulations from many of the church members. But there were a few, mostly the single ladies closer to Steve’s age, that were, less-congralutory about it. Sending you dirty looks and side eye glances.

Sharon Carter was one of those woman. She was known as the most eligible woman in the church. Everyone, including herself, believed eventually, Sharon and Steve would end up together, considering he was the most eligible bachelor.

Everyone could see Sharon’s affection for the man and they believed Steve was just taking his time. That he would eventually return the affection. No one expected he would start courting you, a woman, 10 years younger than Sharon, who was younger than Steve herself.

To say Sharon felt scorned by the unexpected announcement was an understatement. She felt, betrayed and disgusted.

How could he want you over her?

But Sharon could not show her discontent with the circumstances. She could not show her jealousy, for then, she would be seen as the bad guy, rather than you.

You, who stole what was supposed to be hers.

She never even saw it coming. Never considered you as a threat. But now she realizes her mistake, and she must find a way to right her wrongs. Sharon believes she deserves the attention, all of the attention you are getting. And she will find a way to get Steve.

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sugarpopss · 28 days

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Running Sucks

Okay. So. This is very niche bc it takes place in the universe of @bucknastysbabe and I's chat where Bucky got rescued from HYDRA after falling and sent home, settled down w his sweetheart and got to be happy and safe and fat and work for the SSR. Then ALSO they found Steve he's fine and he and Peggy are fucking on the DL. Very much an 'everyone is fine bc it's happy' AU. Steve and Bucky go on runs together and have bestie time. There's just a lot of lore to know alright.

The thing about running is that it sort of sucks. Sure, it’s ‘good for you’ and ‘important to exercise’, but it sucks. That’s an opinion Bucky will stand by until the day he dies.

The thing about James Buchcanon Barnes in the spring of 1949 is that he wasn’t even that out of shape. He’d always had good stamina and going into the military didn’t hurt that. Besides, whatever they’d pumped him up with in Azzano-traumatic as the whole experience was-seemed to bolster his entire body. He didn’t need to know precisely how. The less time spent thinking about it, the better. The night terrors were calming down and that was good enough.

So no, Bucky did not have a negative opinion of running simply because he was out of shape.

And he liked parts of running! He liked being out and about in Brooklyn, he loved hanging out with Steve-especially since their lives had diverged a bit in post-war adulthood. Even if Bucky would’ve never imagined ‘hanging out with Steve’ constituting going on a run before the guy went and got himself shot up with whatever secret smoothie sent him into second puberty.

He liked jogging with his best friend and swapping banter and gossip with the easy comfort of childhood friendship and the understanding of forged in fire brotherhood. But by god, he hated how his thighs chafed like they were trying to start a fire. Bucky would absolutely admit to having put on a lot of weight since coming home-being full helped him sleep and his wife loved to bake, sue him. It didn’t usually bother him. Being fat felt like being safe, like his body was one hundred percent, absolutely his, even with the metal arm HYDRA had practically superglued onto him before he was rescued.

But the fucking chafing was something else. And it was the very worst while running. His thighs rubbed together and wore the inseam of his pants to threads, he could feel his entire body jiggle every time his feet hit the pavement, and the sweat that accumulated in the creases underneath his moobs or the overhang of his belly was less than comfortable.

And because Bucky was the man he was, and had pretty much settled into a happy, domestic life and the good days far outnumbered the bad, he was in the position to be needlessly dramatic. Just for fun. And for attention.

Which was why about two thirds of the way through the circuit they were running he stopped running and bent over, hand on his knees, and took several heaving breaths like a dying fish. It wasn’t entirely for show-he was out of breath-but he could’ve kept going for a few more minutes.

The dramatics had their intended effect, though. Steve stopped running and turned around, eyebrows raised.

“Come on, assclown. You can’t finish five miles?”

Bucky took another very deep breath and straightened, wearing the same smile that made girls in dance halls fall over themselves almost a decade ago. Not that he used it for that much anymore-he was a happily married man.

“Said I’d do two. Pretty damn sure I said I’d do two.”

Bucky had, in fact, said he’d only do two miles. He’d also gotten distracted talking to Steve and just kept running; he’d only noticed how far they’d gone when the friction burn on his inner thighs had become too irritating to ignore.

“Yeah, but you say that every time. I just tune it out.”

Steve smiled like he was holding back laughter when he said it, and Bucky laughed after he said it.

“Whatever, punk. We’re walking the rest.”

He slung his flesh arm around Steves shoulders, grinning. For all the moaning and groaning he did, Bucky did enjoy this time.

As they started walking-because they were going to walk the rest of the circuit. He was serious about that-he realized there was something he hadn’t asked Steve about in a while. Something incredibly important that he absolutely wasn’t just using to josh on his friend.

“Say, you asked Peg to move in with you yet?”

Steven Grant Rogers went bright pink.

#I don't even know what to tag this as honestly #Its tangentially related to feedism but not really feedism??#You could read the interplay as stucky but its not intended??#It's bucky fic but for a very specific audience #chubby bucky #thats what ive got

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waywardrose · 5 months

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THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 24

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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird? Weird weird? He shrugged. He liked weird. In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: Idk if the Cali group arrives in Hawkins on Saturday or Sunday. I'm going with Saturday. If that's wrong, well, this fic isn't canon compliant anyway. Also, Unnamed Freak (aka Dave) has a canon name now with Flight of Icarus: Dougie. I've corrected this entire fic on all platforms. If I've missed a "Dave" somewhere, please tell me. 🖤

The phone rang, jolting you from your research. On reflex, you stretched across the spread of opened spell books for the phone on the nightstand. Then you remembered you weren’t at home. You sat on the bed in one of Steve’s guestrooms.

When he didn’t ask you to answer the phone, you straightened and found where you’d left off. The ringing ceased, then Steve’s voice drifted through the open door. At one time, it would’ve been an annoyance. Now, it reminded you that you weren’t alone. You had people who knew you for who you were and weren’t wary of your abilities.

Last night, Robin had stayed through dinner and Back to the Future. Working at Family Video had its perks, because there was a waitlist to rent it. Robin and Steve had talked through the entire movie, asking about you and sharing about themselves, but you hadn’t minded. You learned that ‘Scoops’ was Scoops Ahoy, an ice cream parlor. It must be a Midwestern chain, because you’d never heard of it.

Robin bragged Steve had slung so much ice cream, they had to put in special orders. Steve shrugged, all bravado, yet his flushed cheeks belied his cool demeanor.

“You should’ve seen some of the girls who came in,” Robin had said, face reverent. “They must’ve come from Fort Wayne or Indy—”

Eyes wide, Steve had interrupted. “Yeah, they weren’t local, that’s for sure.”

You’d glanced at him, then at Robin. He’d tried to divert the conversation. Maybe to protect her? That had made no sense until you remembered you were in the Midwest, where homosexuality — or even bisexual tendencies — was anathema.

To Robin, you asked with a sly look: “That hot, huh?”

“God, I could barely keep eye con—” She curled her lips between her teeth, but rallied. “I mean, they were, like, super intimidating.”

You grinned with a minute shake of your head.

“No, I get it. Girls are hot.”

“Yeah…” she breathed, eyes going glassy. “Girls are hot.”

The conversation had paused as George confronted Biff on screen. When George and Lorraine walked away together, you’d reached for your drink and glimpsed Steve holding Robin’s hand. He noticed you noticing and opened his mouth to speak. You stopped him with an understanding look.

“So, is there a girl at school you like?” you’d asked before taking a sip.

Robin glanced at Steve, who’d offered an encouraging shrug. She’d smiled, giddy and love-struck, and gushed about Vickie. According to Robin, she looked like Molly Ringwald, but even cuter. Vickie was talented and funny and smart. Steve insisted Vickie was into her despite what they’d seen at The War Zone. Robin waved it away, saying Vickie had a boyfriend. It was a lost cause. She’d pine from afar.

You’d said, “Well, not necessarily. She could be bi.”

“I don’t know? It doesn’t seem likely.” She’d gnawed on her bottom lip. “I would normally say that’s ridiculous, because this is Hawkins, but—” She gestured at herself.

You’d narrowed your eyes playfully.

“You could still win fair maiden’s heart.”

Steve laughed. “You sound like Munson.”

“What can I say? He’s rubbed off on me.”

Robin had snorted. “Yeah, I bet that’s not the only thing he’s done.” You’d giggled even as your face heated. You grinned now thinking about it.

Knuckles rapped on the doorjamb. Steve stood in the doorway, the sleeves of his teal henley pushed up his forearms. His perfectly tousled hair framed his face, his jeans showed off the goods, and his Nikes were clean.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey, lookin’ good.”

He put a hand on the back of his head and looked down as if bashful. Like he didn’t know how handsome he was.

You asked, “Going somewhere?”

“Uh, yeah, that was Nance on the phone. She wants to donate some stuff at the school, and I offered her a lift. I think I’m going to volunteer while I’m there, too. You know, whatever they need.”

“That’s…” You first thought ‘surprising,’ but that was insulting. “That’s really generous of you.” You glanced at your suitcase overflowing with clean laundry. “Actually, I bet I have a few things someone else could use.”

“Oh, wow, sure.” He nodded. “You wanna come with?” He waggled a hand. “I mean, I know you’re not ready, but I was going to call Robin and Dustin. See if they wanna join.”

“I want to, but I can’t. I need to heal Lucas and Max.” You gestured to all the opened books. “That’s what I’m researching.”

“What about you?”

“Me?”

He pointed at his left eye.

“Wouldn’t everything be a little easier if you had both?”

“Probably, but Max is worse than I am, so…” You looked at the books. “I can manage.”

He surprised you a second time when he said, “It’s hard to take that ‘put your own oxygen mask on first’ advice, but you should consider it.”

You met his earnest eyes.

“I will.”

It wasn’t a bad idea. You should be the guinea pig before you sprung a healing spell on Lucas or Max. While you were certain a healing spell would never harm, that didn’t mean it would be effective.

Marking your place in the book you’d been reading, you eased off the bed. You knelt in front of your suitcase to pick out a few pairs of socks, a free promo t-shirt you wore when cleaning, and a pair of tartan trousers you hadn’t worn since moving.

There was more at home you’d be happy to donate. You realized you could drop in after healing Max to pick up more — as long as your parents hadn’t returned.

When Steve stopped at your door, you handed over the clothes and told him of your plan. He brightened with a nod. You jokingly assured him not all your clothes were black and scary.

He lifted the stack of clothes.

“Just most of them.”

You laughed as he smiled at you.

He stepped back and said he was leaving, adding he’d leave the spare key on the foyer console. You thanked him and wished him luck before he skipped down the stairs.

As the front door snicked closed, you plucked the book from the bed and found a white tea-candle in your magic supplies. After placing both on the en-suite bathroom counter, you flipped on the light. With a deep inhale, you found your center. Time to be a guinea pig. You opened the book and lit the candle.

Holding your fingertips above the flame, you said, “Magic mend as candle burns; Affliction end and health returns.”

You brought your warmed fingers to the dark, tender bruise on your jaw and repeated the chant. Your skin heated almost to the point of pain. You closed your eyes to concentrate on the feeling. Tendrils of cooling energy twisted through your flesh. You shivered and breathed through it.

Once the tendrils dissipated, you opened your eyes and withdrew your fingers. The bruise was gone. You wiggled your jaw, then put pressure where the bruise had been to find it recovered. Like Jason had never punched you.

That was one injury — and the lesser of the two.

You slipped the pressure patch from your eye and examined your reflection. The cursed eye was like any other injury, you rationalized. Surgeons removed damaged bits of the eye all the time. You were no surgeon, of course. You weren’t removing damage; you were healing it. That was different.

You couldn’t psych yourself out, though. It was like making the Creel house go unnoticed on Thursday. Size didn’t matter. Hence, the extent of the injury didn’t matter. It was all the same and all connected. There was plenty of energy in the candle, in the spell, in the universe, and in you to heal this.

You took a few deep breaths before holding your fingertips above the flame and reciting the chant. You closed your eyes as warm energy gathered. You brought your fingers to your left eye, swallowed the mounting tension in your throat, and repeated the chant.

Your fingers went numb. Heat radiated from your eye like needles of fire. Lightning burned under your skin. The floor left your feet. Or your feet left the floor. You couldn’t find the counter. You couldn’t move or think or orient yourself.

You clawed at the dark like a panicked animal. Red flashed across your vision. Rotting vines slithered across every surface, growing thicker. Their musty, sour smell invaded your nose. Your heartbeat thundered through the room. Red flashed again. A figure made of sharp edges and pain moved behind the vines. You stepped back. They stepped back. You reached forward. They reached forward. You screamed at them. Their mouth opened as though mocking you.

You charged forward to thrust your hand between the vines. Your palm hit cold glass. You met the figure’s eyes. They were your own.

You stumbled away. Your back slammed into something hard. Each blink of your eyes tore you through different realities. The gray Upside Down, your sunny reality, glowing lava fields, a silent city made of slate, a world full of unvoiced secrets, neon lights and the scent of stale beer. Time curved in on itself. No future, no past. On and on it flowed until you yelled for it to stop, stop, stop.

The soft bathmat cushioned your calves. You held onto the counter edge with your forehead pressed against the wood cabinet. The side of your nose filled the left border of your vision.

The spell hadn’t worked.

“Shit.”

You hauled yourself to your knees and braced your elbows on the counter. Thin tracks of blood ran down your reflection’s left cheek.

“Shit.”

You stood and bent over the sink to examine closer in the mirror. The cursed eye didn’t look any worse. Its milky pupil and iris were the same as before. Rheumy blood flaked under your touch.

If the spell hadn’t worked for you, you doubted it would work for Max. She’d taken part of the curse, the same as you. Your eye wasn’t only injured. It stood to reason her arm wasn’t only broken. Then you remembered both her eyes looked like your left.

This was more complex than any healing spell could manage—

Which you said to Lucas after mending his swollen cheek and eye.

From behind him, Erica asked, “Can’t you kill this son of a bitch already?”

You glanced over her shoulder at Susan, who slept on the alcove couch.

“I don’t know if a spell would reach him.”

Lucas turned to Erica.

“And if she kills him, she could kill Max.”

You frowned.

“Why do you think that?”

“El said she couldn’t find Max,” he said, tapping his temple.

He’d explained when you’d first arrived the other members of the party were back in town. On Thursday, El had fought Vecna by connecting to Max’s mind, while Vecna was also connected to Max. El then said Vecna had roared in pain and disintegrated into smoke in his own mindscape. Nancy had connected that to her shooting him and Robin Molotov-ing him.

El had seen Max unconscious in Lucas’s arms afterwards. She felt Max’s steady heartbeat then. Max’s heart continued to beat, which the EKG confirmed. However, El entered Max’s mind this morning to find a void.

“You think she’s with Vecna?” you asked.

Erica said, “Or she’s brain-dead.”

Lucas’s face became a mask of absolute anguish.

“Harsh,” you said to her.

Erica shrugged in lieu of saying it was a possibility. It might be, but you didn’t want to give up hope just yet. Lucas returned to the bedside chair to page through The Talisman. There had to be something you could do or something you could offer.

Erica cursed under her breath and went to Susan. After Erica repeated Susan’s name and shook her shoulder numerous times, she woke with a grumble. Erica announced it was two o’clock. Susan blinked in sullen confusion. Erica said Susan had work at four.

Susan’s voice was hoarse when she said, “O-of course. Thank you.”

Erica backed away as Susan coughed with a wince and sat up. She sounded like shit. Her pallid face looked more tired than yesterday.

You asked, “Would you like some water?”

Her drowsy eyes settled on you.

“Oh, you’re back.” She couldn’t seem to muster a smile, but she looked pleased. “It’s good to see you.”

Without waiting for an answer, you went to the squat pitcher and disposable cups on the overbed table and poured her some cool water. Her hands trembled as she took the cup from you, but she managed drinking half the water in one go. That appeared to revive her, and you offered her more.

She nodded with a soft, “Yes, please.”

As you filled her cup, you thought of a quick blessing. She needed strength to see this situation through. For all you knew, she might be the key to bringing Max back, because despite what Erica said, you didn’t think Max was brain-dead.

By the time Susan finished the water, her green eyes had brightened. She stood, fluffed her hair, and straightened her rumpled clothes. She announced she was going back to the motel to shower and change before work, and if anything happened, to give her a call.

You, Lucas, and Erica promised. Susan nodded to herself and hooked her purse over her shoulder. She went to Max, righted one of her braids, and murmured something to her. She hesitated a second, taking a quick look around, before leaving the room.

You placed the pitcher on the overbed table and threw Susan’s cup in the bathroom wastebasket. The tense silence made you aware of every noise you made, from the swish of the wastebasket liner to the crinkle of your clothes and faint footsteps. Rhythmic squeaking of wheels came from the corridor.

Watching the EKG display, you thought of something you could do:

“I can look for Max, too. I don’t have El’s powers, of course, but Max and I, we’re connected.” You shook your head. “I… I might have a better chance of finding her or finding a clue to get her back.”

Lucas asked, “Are you sure?”

“What if Vecna’s got her, and he takes you?” Erica leaned her elbows on the overbed table. “Then we’re down a magic-user — and we need as many as we can get.”

“He can’t get me here. He tried before and he failed.”

“But you died.”

“And yet, here I am, talking to you.”

“Died.”

You threw out your hands. There was no arguing that fact. Yes, you had died. Yes, Vecna’s curse had killed you. Nevertheless, you were alive. Also, Vecna was wounded.

Lucas asked, “What’s your plan?”

“I don’t know? Connect with her somehow?”

You thought of psychometry. Through touch you’d seen Eddie’s past. Perhaps through touch you could see Max’s. If you could see when the curse hit her from her point of view, maybe that would show you how to get her back.

“Maybe I can’t communicate with her,” you said. “But I might be able to see how Vecna took her.”

“Then you could reverse his steps.”

“Something like that, sure.”

Lucas sighed in thought, tapping his fingers on the book. He came to a conclusion before looking at you.

“It’s worth a shot.”

Erica huffed in disapproval and retreated to the couch.

You propped a hip on the bed, facing Max. Her delicate fingers curled over the cast. You tucked your hand around them and closed your eye.

Unlike with Eddie, you didn’t have to tell Max to relax and trust you. You loosened your shoulders, breathing deep. You focused on her hand, the stillness of her fingers and the fine skin of her knuckles.

The room went cold. Ambient noise disappeared. The mattress sagged under your weight.

Max’s grip tightened.

You opened your eyes. The pressure patch was gone — as was Max’s cast. She stared at you through milky eyes in a younger face. Her now-smaller hand held fast to yours.

The world went wound-red and drained of life. Only you and she remained in the room. No leaves grew on the trees outside. A motionless, stormy sky hovered close. You were in a frozen, bloody version of your world, like a paused horror movie.

“I can’t sleep,” said Max.

“You’re sleeping in our world.”

“What? How?”

“This isn’t your world.”

“Am I dreaming?”

You hadn’t considered that. She could be dream-walking. If she were, why would she choose this? Why would she be younger?

You said, “I don’t know, but you need to leave this place.”

“You mean I need to wake up?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I can’t. I can’t switch back. I don’t know how.” She frowned. “Where’s El?”

“I don’t know.”

Instinct kept you from telling her El had been at the hospital to visit her earlier in the day. This younger Max could be an illusion. You could be talking to Vecna. Or Vecna could be listening.

“How did you get here?” you asked.

“I was fighting Vecna, and he threw me. Everything went dark.”

“And then?”

“And then I woke up in the goddamn Upside Down.”

You examined the room, noticing how much differed from what you’d seen through the tumbler.

“You sure this is the Upside Down?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s red, and where are the vines? The lightning? The demo-creatures?”

From nowhere, an invisible force pushed you backwards. Your foot skidded across the floor. You held onto Max’s hand. She bent forward to stay with you, then struggled to her knees. Your hip dropped off the crumbling mattress. You gripped the edge of the tattered sheets until they tore.

Her eyes widened as she shook her head.

“Don’t go!”

“I’m trying!”

But there was nothing to fight against.

You met her panicked gaze.

“We’ll find you! Wherever you are, we’ll find you!”

Your heel hit the floor. You lost your hold on Max’s hand. She screamed your name, crawling to the end of the bed. You pitched backwards, your heel the focal point. For a second, it felt like flying.

You landed hard on your side. Your ears rang. Like Dorothy landing in Oz, the world bloomed in technicolor. The pressure patch was back. Hands rolled you onto your back. Above you, Lucas and Erica blurred and sharpened. Their mouths moved, but their voices couldn’t overpower the ringing. You touched Lucas’s shoulder to confirm you’d returned.

The room dimmed. Shadows deepened. The three of you paused.

Red light flared through the window. Thunder vibrated the glass, restoring your hearing. You froze. You’d brought the Upside Down — or wherever you’d been — with you. Any second, those rotting vines would slither over the walls, the floor, Max’s bed.

Lucas helped you sit. Erica peered at the window on the other side of the bed. The clouds darkened further. When the vines didn’t appear, you used the bedframe to hoist yourself to your feet. Erica went to the window first, Lucas right behind her. You followed them, keeping to the shadows. You dared not look at any reflective surface, lest that sharp-edged figure look back.

Red lightning cut through the iron gray tower of smoke now spewing from the mega-gate’s nexus. Deafening thunder shook your bones. Warmth quaked in your gut a second later, silver and true. It filled the emptiness that had settled days ago.

Pitch black surrounded him. He lay on ice — or something like it. It curved around the back of his bare arms, cooled his body numb. So numb he couldn’t move. And he needed to move. There was work to do, someone to find, wrongs to right. Too much had gone wrong in the world. Too many injustices to name. He could make it right. He could help, gather, hunt.

Blood hung in the air. Screeches echoed through his mind, a hungry call for vengeance. Vines pulsed with wrath. The Source promised a righteous purpose larger than himself. The Source was a kindred soul: misunderstood, rejected, and enraged by the world’s hypocrisy. They were misfits together.

And there was no need to be frightened of anything anymore.

He searched the dark, his fingers not offering the answers he needed. He moved his legs and found the curve of the surface he lay on. Raising a foot, his toe bumped into something hard and smooth inches above. He let his heel fall as he walked his hands across the surface. He pulled it down his body. Whatever he was on moved instead.

He walked his hands above his head to find more of the same smooth surface. To his left were round protrusions, like bolts. Yes, he thought, bolts. Bolts meant hinges. Hinges were weak points.

More bolts were on the right. That was the hinge. The left was the handle. Handles were weak points, too.

He placed his palm on the handle bolts.

The Source said he could free himself. Something as mundane as this wouldn’t injure him.

He slammed the heel of his palm below the bolts. The handle rattled. He struck a second time. The handle whined. He struck again. The handle clanged in the background. He waited for someone to come investigate — police, a guard, even an assistant. He pushed the hatch open and waited a few minutes more. It was nominally brighter beyond, yet there was enough light to see he lay on a metal drawer.

He pulled himself through the portal. The drawer rumbled. Still, no one came. All around the portal were similar metal doors with chrome latch handles. He recognized it for the morgue it was.

He’d been dead. He was dead.

The Source contradicted the thought, saying everyone had mistaken him for dead. They’d not looked close enough. They’d abandoned him. They’d thrown him away. Only Source accepted him and had seen him for the valuable individual he’d always been.

He sat and scooted up the drawer to maneuver his legs out. The skin on his torso pulled. He looked down and gagged. Lines of black stitches or patches of missing flesh disfigured his chest and stomach. He touched the flap of skin on a patch on his right side. It should’ve hurt—

Nothing hurt.

He should’ve been cold. He’d been in a refrigerated box for who knows how long, but he wasn’t.

The Source assured him he was beyond pain.

His right calf and left thigh had been gnawed on, too. Someone had attempted to repair the damage with more black stitches. Those injuries didn’t pull like his torso.

That hardly mattered, though. He needed to leave— wherever the fuck he was. He needed clothes for that, because he was very, very naked. Making anything right usually required covering your ass.

He slipped off the drawer, landing on feet that didn’t feel like his own. His legs wobbled. Every wound protested as he straightened. The skin stretched little by little until he could stand.

A shelving unit stacked with linens stood by the main door. He found a scrub top and held it up. His bare hands felt as naked as the rest of him. That wasn’t how it should be. He only took off— No, he hadn’t taken off anything. He was supposed to see someone. They were waiting— No, no one was waiting for him. Everyone thought he was useless — and dead.

He was forgetting someone— No, they’d forgotten him. He touched his upper chest. Something should be there. They’d stolen something from him.

Yes, someone had taken something from them. He needed to find this person— No, wait for this person. They had an essential component in Source’s plan, and he had to capture it.

“Something’s changed,” you said.

“Uh, yeah,” said Lucas, pointing towards the window. “The Upside Down is invading Hawkins.”

You shook your head.

“No, I feel the pull of something.”

You didn’t want to say you felt the silver flame of Eddie’s energy for the first time in days. That sounded hokey even to yourself. If the emptiness — which had to have been Eddie — was filled, it meant Eddie was alive. You couldn’t desert him. You had to find him.

Erica said, “You can’t go now.”

Lucas nodded.

“The party doesn’t separate.”

“Even if it’s for a member of the party?”

“Who is it?”

“I think it’s Eddie.”

“What about Max?” he asked. “Did you find her?”

With a nod, you explained the paused, red world where Max couldn’t sleep. Max thought she was dreaming, but you weren’t sure it was her dream. You theorized it was an illusion to keep her stuck. There had to be something to get her unstuck. She wanted to switch back, but she didn’t know how.

“She exists in two worlds,” you said. “Her body in ours, her mind in another.”

“Or in Vecna’s mind.”

“We have to unite her,” said Erica.

“She asked where El was, but I didn’t tell her. Because I don’t know, and because I didn’t want Vecna finding out.” The pull of Eddie being alive nagged at your consciousness, and you shook your head. “Look, I can’t stay. I gotta find Eddie.” You grabbed your purse from where you’d left it by the door. “Guard Max. Hide her, if you have to.”

Erica and Lucas shared a look.

“We can do that,” he said.

You gave them a nod before leaving the room. Eddie’s energy drew you outside. Though you didn’t understand, you took the service stairs down. Hospital personnel pushed open doors and passed you on the stairs without questioning you.

While the first-floor corridors bustled with people and staff, a hushed tension overlaid every conversation. You swerved around anxious groups of two or three and the occasional thousand-yard-stare loner.

Outside, the scent of smoke and hot ozone had your eyes near burning and your nose on the verge of running. Ash fell like snow from the low ceiling of the clouds. It disappeared when it touched your skin.

You brought your shirt collar over your nose, then crossed the parking lot to your car. You stowed your purse in the trunk and pocketed the keys. There, you hesitated. If Eddie wasn’t in the hospital, he could be anywhere. Perhaps Wayne had identified him and took him to another hospital. However, there wasn’t another hospital in Hawkins. Maybe he was at a doctor’s office. His wounds might’ve looked worse than they were. That didn’t explain his absence from Indra’s net or his reappearance, though.

You turned to the path that led through the trees at the back of the parking lot. Except for funeral homes, only the hospital and coroner’s office could store dead bodies. If Eddie was in a funeral home, word about it would’ve been everywhere by now.

His energy wasn’t far, yet it was muddled, like poor reception on a TV. You tried getting more of a read on him. Pain lit your nerves, making you back off. You pressed your shirt over the bridge of your nose and breathed deep.

Fine, you thought. The coroner’s office it is.

You had to get yourself worked up. An injured girl near tears could get sympathetic assistance and soothing information. You made your breath shallow and rapid as you marched across the parking lot. You brought to mind every stressor: your father rejecting your every idea, being a stranger in this town, Vecna disfiguring your face after stealing your magic, making mistake after mistake and not finding the strength to get over it or fix it, finding Eddie and losing him all in one night.

Tears rimmed your eyes as you walked under the coroner’s office awning. You righted your shirt and pushed at the door. It clanked in its frame.

“What the hell?”

You caught your breath. Maybe you had to pull it. You tried that, earning another clank.

It was locked. Still.

That was complete bullshit.

Your tears evaporated as you grit your teeth. You would not be kept from him any longer. It didn’t matter if he was alive, dead, or undead. You would see Eddie.

You placed a palm over the deadbolt.

“You are undone,” you whispered to it.

Its screws unwound and fell to the floor. The outside cover tumbled off. The interior mechanism flicked open and teetered in the hole. You encouraged it to drop with a jab.

You swiped the cover from the sidewalk before entering the building. Inside, you gathered the deadbolt pieces and dumped them in a potted plant in the dim waiting room. You went to the empty check-in counter to find the area beyond it vacated and dark, save for the blinking lights of the desk phone.

Heavy footsteps echoed behind the reinforced door to your left. With nowhere to run, you put on an innocent expression and curled your shoulders inward. A guard in fatigues tore back the door while another rushed into the waiting room, guns in hand.

“Hands up!” said the closest guard as the door closed behind them.

You raised your hands as your gaze bounced from one to the other. They both had black armbands with MP decorating the side. Military police. Your hunch yesterday about the Humvees had been correct.

“How did you get in here?”

“The front door?” You glanced at it. “The lock’s gone.”

“State your business.”

“I can’t find my-my parents.” You didn’t have to force any nervousness with two guns pointed at you. “They’re not at the hospital. And… and-and the ER told me to check he-here.”

The MPs scowled.

A frenzy of banging and clanging came from behind the door. The MPs turned from you with guns at the ready. You took a step back, heart in your throat.

What were they keeping back there?

The door flew off its hinges, springing off the linoleum by its corner. It ricocheted and crashed into an MP, who toppled to the floor. The door landed to cover his top half. His gun skidded into the waiting room.

“Back away!” yelled the remaining MP. “Hands up!”

You turned your attention away from the gun, thinking he yelled at you. Rather, his attention was on the person in the doorway.

You almost didn’t believe your eyes. You’d expected a demogorgon or some other sort of hellish creature. It was neither. It was Eddie. Unmistakable, even backlit by the severe hallway light. His usually wild hair hung limp around his face. Green scrubs had replaced his clothes.

Eddie hissed at the MP and stomped onto the collapsed door. The MP underneath bleated in protest.

If he kept on like this, he was going to be shot.

“Eddie?”

He turned his focus on you, his blank expression so unlike himself.

The MP shouted, “I said, hands up!”

Eddie’s eyes had you taking another step back. They were like your left: cursed. His skin was waxen like the dead. A tag hung from his big toe. You didn’t know who this was, but he wasn’t your Eddie. He felt like him, looked like him, had his silver flame, but he wasn’t Eddie.

The door was less than a yard away. You could make it out before anyone would reach you. Once outside, you could dash to your car — or lead Eddie away from the hospital.

You pivoted on one foot. A cold body plowed into yours. Hands grabbed your upper arms. The check-in counter dug into your back. Eddie reared up over you.

He’d moved too fast to be natural. In comparison, the MP turned in slow motion.

Eddie pulled the pressure patch down your face.

With a pleased look, he said, “Ah, I see you’re half ours already.”

His breath smelled of old blood.

“Eddie, don’t.”

“Don’t what? Have you join us?”

He leaned in to drag his nose over your cheek, inhaling as he went. You closed your eyes and pinched your mouth shut. His dry, cracked lips skipped up your cheek.

“Pretty, pretty witch.”

“Show me your hands,” ordered the MP.

“Should I let him shoot me?” Eddie asked you.

“Don’t shoot,” you called over his shoulder. “He’s… He’s not hurting me.”

Eddie hummed in your ear. “Take me to Max.”

You couldn’t let him get his hands on her. He’d take her to Vecna. If Vecna had you, Max, and Eddie — all cursed in one manner or another — it would be a recipe for destruction. He’d drain you like a vampire, sacrifice Eddie, and use Max as a pawn. Or maybe something even worse. You couldn’t let any of that happen.

You arched away to look into Eddie’s cursed eyes, so much like your own. You’d tear Vecna limb from limb for this. Apart from El, only you had power enough to destroy him. And you could with the Eradix spell you’d found on Thursday.

“Step away from the girl!”

Eddie snarled and turned his head like a predator. He released your arms before you could protest. You reached for his shirt to keep him with you. Your fingers grasped air.

A triple pop of gunfire had you hunching and covering your head. The waiting room window shattered. A gust of smoke and ash poured into the building. Boots shuffled across the floor. The MP grunted as something clattered.

You wanted to look, make sure Eddie hadn’t been shot, but you needed to get out of there. A wet gurgle and grind turned your stomach. You scurried to the main door, pulling it open. Wind dragged the door from your hand. It thudded against the wall.

With a flinch, you peeked over your shoulder. Eddie stared back. Blood dripped down his chin. The MP hung slack from his hands.

Everything narrowed.

Then everything sharpened as you steadied the main door and sprinted to the street.

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