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m0chisenpai · 11 months

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Far From Home

Spiderman Across the Spiderverse

Obsessive!Prowler!Miles Morales x Spidergirl!Reader

Warning(s): slight violence, nothing too crazy

The adrenaline pumped through your veins sending a dull thump in your ears. As you and Miles traveled through the multiverse, your hands intertwined, somewhere along the line, a rift shook the two of you apart.

And once separated you screamed for Miles to him, arms reaching no helplessly as he was dumped into god knows where!

“Bug! Bug! Miles!” you yelped being thrown into the room. Miles’ room. But he wasn’t here! He must have been sent to the wrong dimension!

Your panting breaths filled the silent room as you looked around. What could you do? Your hands trembled as you tapped the watch, whispering your thanks to Hobie as you located where you were exactly.

“Earth…42…” your eyes widened. Miles was home….but where were you. Your arms settled as you took in the state of this room.

From the cracked door you could hear the front door open and see the flicker of light. Ms.Morales’ voice mumbled spanish into the empty apartment and her footsteps grew close to the door.

Quickly you latched onto the ceiling, pressing yourself as close as possible. Thankfully she neglected to cut the lights on as she entered the room, a laundry basket settled on her hip, still dressed in her work clothes.

“Ay, this boy…” she huffed, shaking her head grabbing the unclean clothes scattered across the floor and dumping them into the basket.

With every turn she made around the room you did your best to remain behind. She continued to move oblivious to your presence ce too she stopped for a moment. Your breath stopped thinking you let out a creak or dropped something to raise suspicion.

But instead she reaches for a picture on his mess of a desk. In the dark you watched a tear fall down as she gazes at this photo.

“Ahh, I wish you were here sometimes…he’s closed off since you’ve gone,” she shook her head letting the picture go back into its spot and turn on her heel.

She adjusted the basket on her hip to use her free arm to rub at her eyes, once she was gone you quickly shot a web at the door, pulling the door closed as quietly as possible.

Slowly you settled back down on the ground and walked to the desk, and with shaking hands you held a picture of…you? But it wasn’t.

You must’ve been in freshman year, that was the year your mother suggested you get braces. Cause in this picture they’re bright with your toothy smile. You wore a bright pink strawberry patterned cardigan with a cami white dress. And you were wrapped up in the arms of Miles. Two large smiles were on both of your faces.

“Aaron! You shouldn’t have…”

“No..” you pressed your body to the door slowly cracking the door open and looked through. Your eyes widened and you could feel your heart pick up at the sight of his uncle. He was alive? But if he was alive, that meant the prowler was rampant in Brooklyn.

You quickly ran to the window. And shook your head as you stepped out onto the fire escape. The streets were darker, more empty. And any one who was out looked like someone you would have put away in your universe.

“No…no..no!” you shot a web to the top of the building pulling yourself up to pace on the buildings ledge. “Miles, where are you! Come on, think!...”

That spider was meant for you and earth 42’s Miles. You were destined to be Spider-girl….He was a mistake. Now there’s an earth without a spiderman and a spider-girl.

You pushed your hood back slowly, shaking your head. There was no hero here. No spider man OR spider girl. Why would the universe kill you then if you were needed?

Slowly your head turned and your eyes widened beneath the mask. Your unmasked face plastered on a brick wall, next to, “Mr.Morales….” your breathing picked up, the eye of your mask widening as well.

Your head turned like a swivel till it landed on a spray painted billboard. Your mask and colors spray painted stood out high amongst the chaos. Like a SOS to the universe. Like you….were dead. You were killed in this universe.

“I need to find Miles! Where ... .where would he be…The academy right?” you paced back and forth pulling your hood up to shield yourself from the rain that begins to come down. Yet just when you were about to send yourself into the night sky a voice stopped you. A familiar voice that sets off your senses.

“Mi vida?” Your eyes widened and slowly you turned. You were faced with the prowler and on instinct you crouched low.

“What have you done! You killed him didn’t you!” Even if he wasn’t your Mr.Morlaes, even if you were still living. This Prowler was enough to make your blood boil.

“Amor no ... .listen” you quickly throw one of your orbs down, setting off a large explosion of thick bright pink smoke and shooting a web into his chest pulling him to you to knock him onto his knees and fight his gauntlets off of him. Only, he didn’t fight back as hard. He only deflected every punch and twist that you sent him.

Every punch and kick filled with an unexplainable rage as you knocked him around the building.

“Where is Miles! What have you done to his father!!!” your webs secured his arms and legs as you held him to your masked eyes.

“Amor….” you shook your head and pressed the side of his mask. And when it dissipated to reveals…him. Your bug, your,

“Miles…”

A sharp pain shot your head and you swayed, your hands released him. Your body dropped to the side.

It was dark and quiet now, Aaron, oh…why is he looking at you like that? What’s he saying to…Miles, but he’s not your Miles.

But your eyes are heavy, and the pain is so much. Too much. So you let your eyes rest shut, succumbing to the dull thud and dining in your ear.

It’s quiet when you wake up. Your body was wrapped in something soft and warm, the pitter of rain and echoes of thunder would have lulled you back to sleep.

But when your body pixelated and glitched throwing your body out of your comfort onto the floor you were wide awake grasping at the discarded blanket as you clench your eyes till your body settles.

You coughed into the silence.Your vision cleared as you took in where you were. Aaron’s old apartment. Only it was like some comic book villain lair. With plans and papers scattered and pinned to the wall and across a table.

The punching bag dangled in front of you from the couch you were laid on. You pressed your back to the couch, closing your eyes.

‘Let’s regroup, Miles was the prowler, you're dead here along with Miles’ dad and Uncle Aaron was alive.’ You held your wrists out cursing, no web shooters and they took the watch. That’s why you're glitching.

“How’s your head?” You flinched as the shadow in the kitchen shifted to Aaron who slowly walked to you, a glass of water in his hands as he eyes your crumpled form.

“I ain’t mean to go so hard. If I knew it was you.” he leaned forward holding the water for you. You hold it, but you keep Aaron’s gaze. He holds a hand out for you to grasp and let him pick you up to settle you back into the couch.

For a moment it felt like when you first met Miles’ uncle. How he psyched you out before smirking and questioning if you were the girl that got his nephews heads in the clouds.

And he does, he smirks like Aaron once did. “Nothing in it. I wouldn’t do anything to my niece.”

“I’m not though” your voice is hoarse.

“You aren’t” his smile slowly drops as he leaned back, “and at the same time you are just like her.”

“I'm not her. She’s dead. And you…” you shook your head looking down into the water.

“He’s what? Mi vida.” He steps from the inky blackness of the shadows while his uncle disappears.

All thats left is the silence as he stares down at you, and you take in how different Miles is here. It all makes sense.

Uncle Aaron and Mr.Morales were like Miles’ yin and yang. And Miles was that shred of goodness, of hope for Uncle Aaron. But without his father the balance tipped. Kingpin was surely alive and roped in this Miles. He was the Prowler.

“Miles…” and his eyes soften. You must have been gone a while in this universe. “ I have to…I need to get back. I’m not her. I don-”

“Back to him?” His brow raises and that cold look settles back in his eyes. You’d never seen such distaste in them before it struck a nerve. It sent ice into your veins as he stepped forward.

Your skin prickled in unease as he used the knuckle of his pointer to gentle cradle your chin and drink in your eyes.

“The one who took it all from me. He’s got it good, don’t he?” And your eyes lower. Because you can’t deny the hurt you feel for him.

This Miles should be the one keeping things safe on this earth. Should have a father. Should have a spider-girl by his side, to help, to love. But you need to explain it. How the Spot is the one to blame, not your Miles.

“Miles it isn’t his fault I promise. It was someone else. I can help you, we both can. But you have to let me go back home” you plead, trying to keep your voice steady as his gentle caresses halt. His head tilts.

A beat passes before he’s pinching your cheeks right and leaning forward just a breath away. His eyes pierce your soul and your heart begins to pound against your ribs.

The glass cup slips out your hand shattering into a million pieces just like your resolve.

And his fury is quiet, but you hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. “He stole my father, my life. He stole you from me. I don’t give a damn bout that fraud. Long as I got you back in my life, he’s safe.”

The threat lingers in the air and your heart drops to your stomach. Miles was smart. A genius. And for all you know he’d begun picking at the watch. If he could find a way to get to your Miles, he would have.

And something tells you that if he does, you wouldn’t be seeing him again. So you swallow what feels like cotton down your throat and try to stand firm.

But a tear is dripping down your cheek that he catches. He’s gentle again in cradling your cheek as his thumb catches the stream of tears.

“Things will be different. Better. I’ll be better for you mi corazon. I’ll keep you safe this time.”

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milesmolasses · 11 months

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SKATER BOI (e-1610 miles x blk! reader)

— miles is a skater boy and u can’t tell me i’m wrong

— felt bad cause the beach fic was supposed to be up today, but instead y’all can have this

— alexa, play feels like summer by childish gambino

— ⚠️: fluff, gn black reader, miles + reader being cute, cursing

standing outside of your door, miles stood with his duffel bag over his right shoulder, and his board wedged between his right arm and torso. ever since you agreed to skate with him, even going as far as to buy your own board, he wanted to surprise you with a little date/gift he had prepared.

you opened your door to the sight of a bubbly presence and a big smile on miles face. "whatchu smiling for?" you questioned with a confused smile on your face.

"get ready, i’m taking you out. oh, and grab your board too," he stated quite matter of factly. before you could even open your mouth, he was already booking it towards the stairs to wait for you at the front of your building.

"damn… now I don’t gotta choice," you mumbled to yourself in the now empty hallway.

closing the door to your house, you changed into more appropriate clothing than the ones you had on now. that clothing consisted of a pair of baggy jeans and an even baggier t-shirt, as well as a beanie to keep your locs from flying into your face. grabbing your board along with the wallet you stuffed in your jeans, you were off downstairs to meet miles.

walking out of the building and on to the street, you turned to look at miles and asked, "so you gonna tell me what’s in the bag?"

rolling his eyes he told you that telling you what was in the bag would ruin the surprise, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

miles had a tendency for surprising you with little things. it wasn’t like he was loaded, but he figured that the little things he gave you were much more personal and meaningful than any expensive gift he could have ever given you; like his art. small photos of you along with other drawings were plastered all over your wall, curtesy of your boyfriend.

after about fifteen minutes of walking, you reached the skate park. you were met with a bunch of brooklyn kids from around your neighborhood either smoking weed, hanging out and skating with their friends, or both simultaneously.

following miles to a set of stairs with a bunch of skid marks on the rail, he set down his bag and his board and motioned for you to hand him yours.

"c’mon it’s part of the surprise," he laughed as he shook his hand out asking for the skate board.

giving him the board, you watched as he set it down wheels facing up, and he opened the duffel bag he brought with him. "of course," you thought.

in the bag was a solar system of different spray paints and paint markers to choose from. you should have known that this would be something miles would do. "you wanna paint my board?"

"I mean, kinda?" he flipped his board so the wheels were facing up alongside with mine. what you didn’t expect was a clean slate. miles board wasn’t painted like it was before, no, this was an entirely new, clean skate board.

"I want to paint your board, while you paint mine," he stated looking up at you and smiling.

"you bought a clean board for me?" you said in a high pitch voice in disbelief.

"don’t flatter yourself now, if it turns out trash i’m goin' back to the old one," he joked. you knew he was joking— miles was in love with everything you made, it was all beautiful to him.

your knees bent down next to miles, squatting with him on the concrete. you grabbed his board and rolled your eyes at his previous statement.

grabbing the screw driver, miles removed the trucks on both of your boards in preparation of painting. once he was finished, you got to work with grabbing the board and going to the other end of the stairs. when he asked why you were "leaving him all lonely" you simply replied with, "you seeing my work of art would ruin the surprise, duh.”

you grabbed the few colors you wanted to use on the board and went back to your side of the stairs. getting to work with spray painting his entire board light green, an image flooded your mind on what you wanted to do with his board.

after thirty minutes (give or take) of working, miles glanced to your side and spoke loudly, "yo, you almost done over there?"

"uh nooo— wait are you already done??" you questioned in disbelief, seeing miles dust himself off and stand up.

"yeah, all I gotta do is shine it," he shrugged his shoulder back and stretched out his arms. you sighed in disbelief at how quickly he was able to finish his freestyle painting. you could practically hear him saying, "i’m just that good" with a goofy smug look in his face.

turning back to your- or his board, you were able to get it done about 10 minutes after miles had finished spraying a clear coat on your board.

adding some finishing touches, his board was finally done. you walked back over to miles with the board flesh behind your back, with the painted side facing away from miles view.

"you ready to see my masterpiece morales?"

"your masterpiece huh?" he questioned feigning an impressed look on his face.

"mmhm, i’m pretty sure I seen this in a renaissance painting before," you said with a nonchalant shrug. miles raised an eyebrow at you.

“sooo you copied a renaissance paining?”

"nah," you whispered, leaning in closer to miles to tell him your big secret. "them renaissance niggas copied me," you said proudly pointing to your chest.

miles rolled his eyes as he backed away from you. “shut the hell up and show me the board,” he laughed.

you huffed as you brought the board into his view from behind your back. it was spray painted light green as it’s base, and what decorated the shade was a large yellow sunflower with the word "MILES" painted dark green and growing out of the sunflower like a stem. surrounding the sun flower were doodles of even more multi colored flowers and hearts.

miles nose flared as he laughed through this nose. he couldn’t help the loving smile that creeped onto his lips as he walked closer to you and grabbed the board out of your hands. he placed a chaste kiss to you lips as he mumbled, "I love it baby, thank you."

you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you, placing kisses all over his face. you pulled back suddenly and asked, "hmm so where’s MY board morales?"

"don’t worry I gotchu," he said as he pulled away. he walked a couple steps backwards and grabbed the board showing you the absolute masterpiece he made with nothing but his hands and his amazing brain.

it was a horizontal painting of you facing a wall, and on that wall was a collection of graffiti you had painted across brooklyn with miles throughout the years you knew each other. it looked like water color art with the way all of the light colors dripped down together at the bottom of the board.

"okay… so maybe I am a little blown away," you admitted as you looked at the board shocked. turning your head to look at miles, you gently placed the board down on the ground and you ran up to miles with the biggest smile on your face.

you basically threw yourself at him as you buried your face into his neck, mumbling a small "thank you" and "I love you."

as he squeezed you back, he mumbled into your beanie with a smirk, “so am I the best boyfriend ever or what?”

— made this super quick

— bought a skateboard last summer and barely used it

— but TRUST, this year it will be in use

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late-to-the-party-81 · 4 months

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To wait for you is all I can do

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Relationships: Steve x Bucky

Word Count: 2.5k

CW: Alcohol consumption, Asgardian Mead, Teasing, Flirting, Avengers as Family, Drinking games, Pining, Angst, Second First Kiss, Getting back together.

“Ho, my brothers…and sister… I am here and the festivities can begin!”

Saturday night in the Avengers Tower, and Thor had just arrived for one of his sporadic visits.

Tony met him, arms wide and a grin plastered to his face, and the Asgardian Prince caught him in a bear hug, lifting off the floor.

“You’re here, Point Break. I thought you were going to disappoint us.”

“Never, my friend. I was just delayed trying to find some of this.”

With a flourish he pulled a bottle from his shoulder bag, eliciting a cheer from everyone except Steve, who groaned, and Bucky who looked confused.

“What is that?” Bucky asked. Thor walked over and clapped him on the shoulder before passing him the bottle.

“This, James, is a bottle of the finest Asgardian Mead. It is stronger than your Midgardian drinks and with it, we’ve previously managed to get the good Captain to 'cut loose'.”

Bucky snorted. “Stevie, drunk? I haven’t seen that since 1943. You think it will work on me too?”

“Assuredly,” Thor confirmed. “I have no doubt that you will feel the effects as much as the good Captain.”

Steve walked over, a serious look to his face. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Buck. No-one has to drink.”

Bucky pulled the stopper from the top of the bottle with a pop and gave the amber liquid a sniff. “Woah! And I know that, Steve. But I do want to. It’ll be fun.” With that, Bucky took a swig, shuddering as the alcohol heated him from the inside. He turned to Thor. “That is good shit. Let’s round up the others. We should play some games.”

Steve watched him walk off across the room with Thor and couldn’t help the small twinge of jealousy at how close the two were standing together. Bucky’s recovery was going well. Excellent in fact. But he still had some gaps in his memory and they’d been told they could come back at any time or never. A brain injury such as what Bucky had sustained was unprecedented and the doctors and specialists were uncertain about what could happen. All they knew was that they couldn’t push it. All of which meant that Steve felt as though he was in purgatory.

Because it appeared that Bucky had no memories of them. Together. Of them curled up in bed during a Brooklyn winter finding ways to keep warm. Of the furtive moments together in the forests of Europe. Steve remembered every stolen moment, every quiet intimacy and held them protected in his heart, hoping every day that Bucky would remember them too. He was happy that Bucky was free. Happy that he was recovering and making friends and adapting to life in a new century - and, he thought, doing that much better than he had - but he was sad too. Sad that their relationship was more like that of brothers. Like the best friends the history books painted them as. But there was nothing he could do to change that. Either Bucky would remember and they’d have the chance to pick up where they left off, or he wouldn’t and Steve would just have to live with being the best friend he could be.

“Steve!” Bucky shouted across the room, pulling Steve out of his head. “Get your ass over here. Sam’s got a game for us to play.”

Steve squashed the urge to roll his eyes. This was no doubt going to descend into complete chaos, and he didn’t know if he was in quite the right mood for it. But he felt he owed it to Bucky to at least try. Joining the circle of his friends, some sitting on sofas and some on beanbags, Steve found himself a place next to Bucky. Bucky gave him a warm smile and Steve was struck with the bittersweet urge to kiss him knowing that he couldn’t.

“So, as our fossils and our out of towner here,” said Sam, gesticulating to Bucky, Steve and Thor, “never got to have the college experience, or play pretend at the college experience,” he nodded at Nat, “we’re gonna have some good old drinking games. First up is ‘Never have I ever. The rules are simple. We all take it in turns to say something that we’ve never done, but if someone else has done that thing, they have to take a drink. I’ll start. Never have I ever destroyed three city blocks.”

Tony and Bruce groaned and both took a swig of the beers they were holding. Nat was next.

“Never have I ever purposefully trolled someone by shouting ‘On my left.’” She smiled slyly.

“Hey, that was one time,” grumbled Sam before taking a mouthful of his drink. “And someone pass Steve the mead.”

Thor obliged, passing the bottle and Steve took it warily, putting it to his lips and having the smallest sip he thought he could get away with.

“Okay,” Tony announced. “My turn. Never have I ever stolen something.” He took a big drink of his beer and Bucky furrowed his brows.

“I thought we were supposed to say something we hadn’t done.”

“Only if you don’t want to drink, Buckaroo,” Tony replied with a wink. “And now I think everyone here needs to drink, because not one of you, not even Cap, is as pure as the driven snow.”

“It’s called borrowing Tony,” Steve snarked back.

“Only if you actually return it. Drink. You too, Legolas. I don’t think there’s enough booze in this place to account for you and Romanoff.” Everyone took their drinks, Steve, Thor and Bucky passing the Asgardian liquor and Clint and Nat clinking their bottles together before they did so.

The game continued around the circle with some general statements - Never have I ever failed a maths test, Clint, Sam and Thor drinking - and some more pointed statements - Never have I ever almost ended the world by creating a robotic child, which Steve was very proud of - and the mood was mellow. Steve was even starting to relax and enjoy himself. And then Thor happened.

“Never have I ever had a crush on a comrade in arms.” Tony, Bruce and Sam knocked back their drinks straight away, and Steve… Well, Steve could have lied. He could have sat there innocently, except he faltered. He started to reach for the mead but then stopped, drawing everyone’s attention to him. Bucky looked at him, head cocked and Nat just raised one defined eyebrow. With nothing else for it, Steve resumed his move towards the only alcohol that could affect him and poured himself a healthy measure.

“Aaawww, Capsicle,” Tony drawled, “I didn’t know you cared.” Steve just glared at him and the billionaire just chuckled. “But really, who hasn’t had a little crush on Nat at some point or another. You’re only human.”

Steve could feel the blood rushing to his face, but there was also no way he was going to correct Tony’s assumption. Nat continued to observe him for a heartbeat more and he gave her a wan smile.

“Okay guys,” she said. “Time for a new game. I need a pack of cards, or rather just one from a pack. It’s time to Suck and Blow.”

Tony started to laugh raucously before standing up and going over to one of the many sideboards and rifling through the drawers. “This is going to be so good.”

Steve was confused, and a glance at Bucky showed he was the same, but luckily it was Thor or voiced the question.

“Pray tell, Lady Widow. What is this game of sucking and blowing? I do not believe it can possibly be what it sounds like.”

At the moment, Tony returned to the group and passed a card - the Joker, or course - to Nat.

“So,” she explained, “I will put the card to my lips and suck it to hold it in place. I then move towards the person next to me and when the card touches their lips they suck and I blow to transfer it. They then pass it along to the next person. If you let it drop you both drink. Easy. Like this…”

Nat put the Joker to her lips and held it there with suction, leaning towards Clint and passing it over as if it were nothing. Clint passed it to Sam, who giggled a bit before managing to take it and Clint high-fived Nat.

“Do I have to?” Bruce questioned and the card fell from Sam’s mouth as he ran out of breath.

“Dude!” Sam exclaimed. “What the hell?” and he took a drink. Bruce followed, looking chagrined, and then Sam put the card to his lips again and passed it over. Bruce turned and that’s when he realised he was facing Tony, who had a mischievous glint in his eye. Bruce tried to pass him the card, but it was obvious that Tony ‘forgot’ to suck. The card fell down between them and Tony cupped Bruce’s face, planting an over the top kiss on the scientist’s lips. Clint spat out his drink, Thor laughed out loud and even Bucky’s lips twitched in amusement.

Tony drew back, peering at Bruce as if he were an experiment gone awry. “Hhmm, no Hulk. I’d thought for sure he’d have wanted a piece of that action. Oh well.” He shrugged and took a drink.

Bruce glared as he tipped back his bottle, but he then put the card to his lips and effortlessly passed it to Thor, who passed it onto Bucky with an amused glint in his eye. The Bucky turned towards Steve and Steve? Steve couldn’t breathe. All he could see was Bucky’s blue-grey eyes getting closer and closer. The card touched his lips, Bucky blew and Steve forgot to suck.

The card fell away and their lips brushed together.

Steve felt as though he was in one of those cheesy romance movies Tony had made him watch, where the main couple kiss and there’s fireworks and bird singing, because Bucky’s lips felt the same as they always had, and his heart was thudding in his chest, and - oh shit! - he should pull away, he’s not supposed to keep kissing Bucky who doesn’t remember them, and…

Suddenly Bucky was gone. He ripped his lips from Steve’s, stood and bolted from the communal room. Steve knew the others were staring, wondering what on earth had just happened, but he didn’t care about them, Bucky was his priority.

He scrambled to his feet. “Buck! Wait!” he called and then followed Bucky out of the room.

“Well,” said Tony. “That was unexpected.”

Nat turned and cocked her head. “Was it?”

“Buck, please can I come in? I’m sorry.”

Steve rested his head against the door to Bucky’s room, feeling like the worst friend in the world. He’d violated Bucky’s trust at best, and disgusted and scared him at worst.

He hadn’t been surprised to find the door to Bucky’s room, inside their shared apartment, shut. Steve didn’t know if it was locked or not, but he wasn’t going to step in uninvited. However, he couldn’t walk away either, so with his heart beating harshly in his chest and his breath ragged in his lungs, Steve turned and slid down the closed door, head in his hands as he tried to work out what to do - how to make this right.

Steve had no idea how long he sat there, mumbling to himself as he tried to work through the answer in his head. But he was so caught up in his thoughts he was oblivious to movement from within Bucky’s room, until he was falling backwards, staring up at Bucky’s upside down face. He blushed.

“Umm, hey there, Buck.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, which Steve took as a good sign. “Get up, punk.”

“Uh, yeah.” Steve pushed himself up, with far less elegance than he was capable of, and faced Bucky properly. Without a word Bucky walked back into his room, but he left the door open, so Steve followed him in.

Bucky was standing with his arms crossed, leaning against the wall and Steve stopped a few paces away, feeling awkward and full of anxiety. Bucky stared at him.

“Bucky, I…”

“Shh.”

Steve’s mouth snapped shut as Bucky’s command, and he began to twist his hands together. Bucky continued to observe him and when he pushed away from the wall and started to walk around him, Steve started to feel like a bug pinned to a board. He felt as though there was an electrical current running through him, making him vibrate with fear. Or was it need? Bucky was so close to him right now, his eyes hooded and dark as he just looked at Steve.

“We used to do that all the time, didn’t we?”

“Huh?” Bucky’s question caught him off-guard.

“Kiss. We used to kiss all the time. Back, before. When you were small. But also when you were big, like this.” Bucky stopped in front of Steve, close, but still guarded.

“Uh, yeah,” Steve croaked. “We did.”

“And more than kissing too.” A statement, not a question.

Steve coughed, nervously. “Yeah, that too.”

“But we haven’t done since I came here. Since you found me. Why?”

Steve shuffled and shook his arms out, unsure what to do with his hands.

“Well, because you couldn’t remember it. It wouldn’t have been right. And I thought you might not want to, you know. You’re different now. I’m different now. We’ve both been through a lot and it would be understandable if feelings changed. And I didn’t want to put you under any pressure, because you mean a lot to me…”

“Steve…” Bucky interrupted his rambling. “Shut up.”

In the next second Bucky closed the distance between them, his mismatched hands coming up to cup Steve’s face, and then pressed their lips together. Instinctively, Steve’s hands came up to grip the front of Bucky’s shirt, leaning into a kiss that was altogether more purposeful than their accidental brushing of lips earlier. When Bucky ended it, all too soon for Steve’s liking, his smokey eyes were alight with amusement.

“I don’t remember it all, but I do remember the face you’re making now. It’s like you’re drunk, and I have to say, it’s still pretty cute.”

Heat flooded Steve’s face once more. “Jerk,” he muttered under his breath.

“I still wanna take things slow,” Bucky added, “but I think I might still like kissing you, Stevie.”

Steve nodded vigorously. “Absolutely, Buck. Happy to be led by you. And it’s okay if you wanna change your mind…”

Bucky interrupted him once again. “Shut up and kiss me again, punk.”

With a request like that, how could Steve refuse?

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DEBRIEFING: 5 August 2023 | Brooklyn, NY | The Nursery at Public Records

Armand Hammer’s We Buy Diabetic Test Strips Pop Up Party, featuring Fatboi Sharif, Cavalier, and DJ Haram

On the helix approaching the Lincoln Tunnel I saw a Virginia plate that read PHUNKE—its occupants seemed anything but, but who am I to judge? Not since I saw EGO DETH on a Volkswagen Kombi in the artificial light of the Holland while driving in to see woods’ Church release show at Baby’s All Right in early June have I taken a license plate as a sign. Fred Moten writes that “the sign works its terrible magic precisely from within a radical non-isolation,” but it’s a bit too early in the everyday struggle for theory, wouldn’t you agree? What I’m focused on is the WE BUY DIABETIC TEST STRIPS signs plastered over walls and poles. A sight as common in NYC as POST NO BILLS and CA$H FOR CAR$. We close our eyes to these signs, oblivious to their ubiquity. We’ve become blind to them. But I saw the sign with “Armand Hammer” appended to it, and it opened up my eyes. Life is demanding without understanding. So I overstand the signs and signals sent through wires and cables when I dial 1-877-ARM-N-HMR. I focus. I fixate. I study Alexander Richter’s photograph from the forthcoming album of a lamppost covered in taped and torn flyers. The edges fray and flicker in city winds. Looks like the tendons and flesh rotting from the bones of Death in Hans Baldung Griend’s Der Tod und das Mädchen (1517) painting. Looks like some real litter-ature. Gathering on August 5th, just six days shy of hip-hop’s much-heralded 50th anniversary, I think of hip-hop flyers of the past, specifically Kool Herc’s Back to School Jam at 1520 Sedgwick. But MC Debbie D—a flyerologist of the highest order—tells us that the index card flyer is a phony, a fake, a fugazi replica, a forgery. Fifty years into this thing and we’re still searching for authentic experiences. Fifty people at a rap show and one’s an informant. I’m here to inform on what felt—brain to bone—like an authentic experience.

3PM in the sun. I lined up with the other RSVPs (the show was free, in every sense of the word) outside the venue. Summer summer summertime. Fresh Prince via Juice shit. The temp on my dash read 90°. Kids walked down Butler Street mantled with beach towels from the Douglass and DeGraw Pool. Spotted lanternflies dive-bombed my legs. Thank god I lotioned my pale neck. When the powers-that-be finally allowed us entry, the musk of maryjane and malignant body odor was thick. Now I knew (it hit me in the fucking face) what that PHUNKE license plate was all about. “Funk,” from the French dialectal funkière: “to blow smoke on.” I’m not complaining, though—it was a communal fumigation. We were funky technicians, one and all.

“The Nursery” that Public Records has built falls somewhere between greenhouse and Zen garden. The square space is essentially an urban enclosure where pine and plane trees and fresh lumber create a private performance patio, a paradise just beyond the concertina wire, as woods might say. The stage is bedecked with potted cacti, while I spied A. Richter across the way with his Fujifilm GA645Zi amongst the bamboo stalks. ELUCID’s green Champion mesh football jersey (the Bo Jackson jersey in the laundry, apparently) matched the soundsystem monitors, and I found what little shade there was to be had and huddled close to the soundman’s booth, a shed of glass. I almost managed to forget I was cordoned off by beige shipping containers.

It wasn’t long before I was entertaining the idea of going full Fatboi Sharif, i.e., shirtless. Sharif himself only made it through half his set before shedding his garb—there wasn’t even a hospital gown in sight. The heat was on as soon as he came out to Can Ox’s “Scream Phoenix”—rising from flames. El-P’s Phillip Glass sample could’ve easily made a Sharif beat (we’re only talking a single generation removal, really). Sharif made quick work of some of his most recent altered realities. “Static Vision” included a call [I ain’t scared!] and response [Motherfucker, I ain’t scared!]. He ran through “Phantasm,” “Dimethyltryptamine,” “Designer Drugs,” “Think Pieces,” and “The Christening” like a buxom blonde through an abandoned building, revving chainsaw in pursuit. At times, his speech slurred into a makeshift Swahili (word to This Heat). It was strange to see Sharif in daylight, sunstruck, as I’m so used to seeing him in blood-flooded cellars or Joseph Conrad’s heart of darkness environs, like he alludes to on “Dimethyltryptamine.” He barreled through ventricles, riding shotgun in Sir Menelik’s Space Cadillac. DJ Boogaveli (who hypes up Sharif like it’s a pep rally at Springwood High) shouted about family at the start of “The Christening,” which sounded sincere compared to the tone Sharif takes on Decay—there the family must be of the Manson or Duggar milieu. He finished the track acapella, exhausting the last of his energy, only to reinvigorate and reanimate for a rioting rendition of “Smithsonian.”

I’ve yet to invest the necessary time into Cavalier’s work, though I know him from his association with Quelle Chris. With an album coming down the pike from Backwoodz, I found myself in the lucky position of witnessing his set incapable of discerning old material from new. He took centerstage, acting as his own hype-man and DJ (though he did high-five the invisible “DJ Light-skin” at one point), and his kineticism was immediately apparent. His floral button-down danced over his body as he rapped vitally. I felt vivisected by his exhortations and incisive observations. Keep in mind, my age prohibits me from becoming enthralled by any performer whose work I’m unfamiliar with—a sort of neuropathy of the soul. But he had me open and endeared by the time he implored, Put the tiger balm on it, put the tiger balm. As you wish, Cav. I lathered my chest.

“Y’all believe in magic? No? That’s okay.” Cav said it so quickly that he didn’t give anyone a chance to answer, but he assumed correctly, I think. Still, I was smitten by his conjurations—he made me a believer (no small task). “King me,” he rapped, “I’m trying to make it all across the board.” And, by the end of it, he had the entire crowd shouting “KING ME” back at him without a problem. MAKE SOME BLOODCLOT NOISE! he growled, and we didn’t need to be asked twice. IT’S VIBRATIONAL, AIN’T IT? With a seemingly innocuous phrase he was able to summon the spirit of the crowd. Over the course of his 25-minute set, I heard him rhyme epiglottis, brag of spitting a verse while performing cunnilingus, give a lesson on homophones, and regale us with stories of winking at cops in Whole Foods. “From the Tree of Life I smoke foliage,” he said, and the trees Betty Smith saw grow in Brooklyn circulated through his lungs. “We need to bring back weed spots—it’s not nostalgia.” Though he did rap nostalgically at times, letting us know he was born in BK, went to school not far from where we stood, and though he’s representing the 504 now, Brooklyn born-and-raised ossified his being into bone.

THIS IS CHURCH, YA FEEL ME? And I did feel him. I spent the week culling quotes about improvisation from Amiri Baraka’s Black Music (1967) for another self-assignment (I don’t work for anyone, son), and highlighted this passage: “...to go back in any historical (or emotional) line of ascent in Black music leads us inevitably to religion, i.e., spirit worship. This phenomenon is always at the root in Black art, the worship of spirit—or at least the summoning of or by such force.” [Peace to Kehinde Alonge—always at the ready with choicest recommendations.] Cavalier danced upon the altar and rapped his sermon relentlessly, tirelessly. I was raised up on tippy-toes, enthralled by the force of his spirit. THIS AIN’T JAZZ?! he asked. WHAT THE FUCK THEY TALKIN’ ABOUT MAN? I don’t know who’s doing that sort of talking, but they’d be hard-pressed to say such a thing in this public gathering. “Brooklyn, this is how it feels—all of us together: this is how it feels.” I believed in Cavalier’s magic by the end of his set. I was charmed by his satchel of High John de Conqueror. Let me know where to Venmo my tithe.

The heat index had my vision tunneling. When Armand Hammer stepped on stage, sounds were moving in reverse, and the Class-A dynamite duo took us back (way back) in time, when ELUCID was in “fifth grade in [his] dad jeans” and he “played Game Boy in the backseat.” woods, with his first words of the afternoon, said he “rather be codependent than co-defendants.” This must’ve been “Landlines,” the lead-off from the new album, seeing as how they shouted-out JPEGMAFIA, ELUCID rapped “leave a message after the beep,” and a dial tone toned between verses. It was off the hook, as they say.

They seemed to be following the official We Buy Diabetic Test Strips tracklist, because next up was “Woke Up and Asked Siri How I’m Gonna Die” (a song with a title so long that it must’ve come from the magnum mind of ELUCID). She replied, she replied, she replied… they repeated, but I didn’t quite catch what that chatbotbitch said. woods refashioned a line from “Remorseless” with “Life’s a blip, I’m swimming under the radar.” Life’s a blip and then you die, that’s why we puff lye. Further deepening the uncanny valley, their third offering to the musty masses included “fake trees in the Apple Store.” I’m sensing something about the excesses of tech after a cursory listen to these WBDTS tracks, the detritus and pollution it produces. To quote my damn self, something in line with “...a cell tower with evergreen branches: / …a drone with seagull feathers.” ELUCID revived “a double portion of protection for [him] and [his] niggas,” explaining he’s “trying to only say what’s necessary.” By any means, sir.

Cavalier was welcomed back to the stage for “I Keep A Mirror in My Pocket,” another new joint with Preservation on production. We the audience felt, collectively, like we were in the belly of the beast—those shipping container walls (a real Season 2 of The Wire sensation)—as Cav chorused and signified about the Big Bad Wolf. A cautionary tale, indeed. I can see clearly how Cavalier fits within the Backwoodz cadre.

The content of the next number left no question of its title. “Niggardly (Blocked Call),” if I was asked to predict, will be the cynosure of the new album. (Yeah, you heard me right dog, I said cynosure.) Produced by August Fanon (who was in the place to be—a rare appearance from an elusive mastermind who would humbly demur if you called him such, I’m supposing), the song has an R0 = 15 infectious hook: “Admittedly niggardly, I won’t even give these niggas bad energy.” woods, what with his penchant for scales and measurements, boils everything “down to the last red cent.” How does he do it? Well, MY HEART PUMP KETAMINE, he yells. We find woods in one of his ruthless, no Vaseline moods: “I eat knowing I’m starving my enemies.” Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to spending time with your kids, and woods picked up where his verse from “As the Crow Flies” left off. He closed his eyes and rapped to the rafters and the sky:

I write when my baby’s asleep, I sit in the room, in the dark, I listen to him breathe, I walk him to school and then the park, Hold they little hands while we cross the street, I think about my brother who is long gone, And this is all he ever dreamed.

ELUCID and woods repeated admittedly niggardly back-and-forth at the end, delighted with the wordplay.

They kept riding the August Fanon beatwork like Thomas Sankara in the Renault 5 as the killer chords from “Smile Lines” crept in. The crowd response was screw-faced sneers and shouted lyrics. One youngblood knew the song front to back, beginning to end—ELUCID acknowledged him from the stage: “Peace to the homie out there—he knew every word, man.” I watched the dude beam from the compliment. Even after writing profusely—profusely (fuck Caltrops and his non-existent editor, here comes the predator…)—about woods and ELUCID, I still can’t memorize their lines. Chalk it up to some neurological incapacity that arrived in my 30s. I envy those who commit songs like “Smile Lines” and “Smith + Cross” to memory. My not-so-supple gray matter just can’t cut it anymore.

My expectations for We Buy Diabetic Test Strips were upended by the tracks they debuted. I’d speculated an abrasive noise event; a Sheet Metal Music for the new millennium we’ll never reach; a kind of Schoolly D “P.S.K.” FML swagger. There’s certainly elements of that, just not as much as I was anticipating. (And who knows what noise the as-yet-unheard tracks might bring.) I assumed the shared space with Soul Glo over the past several years, the screechings zapped through the receiver on the toll-free number, and their recent appearance on Shapednoise’s Absurd Matter would be an indication of the Shape of Rap to Come. Speaking of which, woods sludged through his verse from “Family” before DJ Haram’s scrapyard percussion ushered in “Trauma Mic.”

Haram was at the helm for the entirety of Armand Hammer’s set, and she reveled and felt every ounce of her own beat. The buzzsaw sounds were like Baraka’s description of Don Ayler’s trumpet: “long blasts…in profound black technicolor.” ELUCID’s traumatized mic draped over his shoulder for the opening anvil strikes. He needed his hands free to clap in rhythm. The gesture was reminiscent, again, of Baraka’s analysis of the saxophone held by Albert Ayler (the elder Ayler), “a howling spirit summoner tied around the ‘mad’ Black man’s neck.”

The “Trauma Mic” video had me thinking on thematics of refuse and rubbish—you best protect your dreck. I thought back to the garbology Aesop sifted through, where I saw Bakunin’s barricades in the city streets and revisited the actions of The Motherfuckers in the late ’60s—they stood in solidarity with striking sanitation workers and dumped garbage at the doorstep of Lincoln Center. Armand Hammer—outfitted as scrappers, pitching barrels and coiling skeins of copper wire—are of the same spirit. They propose a cultural exchange of garbage for garbage.

woods bodied “No Hard Feelings” and was joined by damn-near the entire crowd. Had it sounding like a tenant revolt as we all screamed, LIKE THEY STEALING! The Aethiopes track equals, if not outright overtakes, “Asylum” and “Remorseless” as most affecting in the past year’s blitz of performances.

ELUCID stood on the precipice, at the edge of the stage, as he rapped through “Barbarians.” He went swimming into the crowd with his free arm, astro-spiritually. The refrain of “Who the fuck are you?” evolved from the accusatory tone heard on Rome to an existential “Who the fuck am I?” ELUCID and woods bandied the question between them like two college kids in the dorms at 2AM, faded as fidduck. The “intelligent fist” of woods and the “mysticism” of ELUCID (to use an equation Baraka applied to Milford Graves and Sonny Murray) working together to produce a manic mix. They kept the marriage going through “Mangosteen” before turning to the heliocentric worlds they invented in collaboration with the Alchemist on Haram. “Black Sunlight” and “Falling Out the Sky” had me thinking of Baraka (again!): “It only takes two to start a group. If the two are maturely strong, and have a oneness, then the others will feel it and touch their own sound, voice, or whatever.”

ELUCID’s last solo number was “Spellling,” and by then he was spent but still perseverating in the dopest way possible. “This is a physical experience,” ELUCID said as the song began, asking the soundman to turn the volume up higher. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII been spelling, he spoketh [an ever ever elongated I and a shot-to-the-dome of “been”]. The I Told Bessie opener became what Baraka calls “an antiphonal rhythmic chant-poem-moan.” ELUCID’s voice was ragged by this point, a metallic scrape as he shouted about being “your momma’s favorite, since about ’88, ’89.” The down in “just got to heaven and I can’t sit down” was made malleable in how he twisted it around in his mouth. Split tongue heavy lifting.

He had nothing left when the alarming squeal whistle warp of “Stonefruit” started to play. But the audience assisted, screaming with him I REALLY CAME IN ON A CYCLONE as his voice gave out. woods jumped in early when it was his turn, which proved a moment of levity. To err is human, and woods—despite the adoration he’s been receiving—is endearingly human. That humanity is probably why so many of Armand Hammer’s fans have become zealous collectors, showing up at the venue with cardboard boxes full of vinyl, willing to wait patiently for woods and ELUCID to write their names in metallic Sharpies on these their prized possessions. “First Armand Hammer show in the states in a while,” woods said at one point. “Small flex,” ELUCID noted, chuckling. But they brought it home on Saturday. It was “As the Crow Flies” made manifest. woods brought all the Backwoodz family on stage at the conclusion of their set. The family atmosphere afforded by the 3PM start time was embellished by the sight of children on shoulders. It had the feel of a triumphant affair. It’s winning, it’s winning, it’s winning…

Peace to the conversations that were had with Alex Richter, Willie Green, Max Heath, and Sharif.

Photos credit: Rory Simms

AH setlist:

1. Landlines 2. Woke Up and Asked Siri How I’m Gonna Die 3. [???] 4. I Keep A Mirror In My Pocket 5. Niggardly (Blocked Call) 6. Smile Lines 7. Family 8. Trauma Mic 9. No Hard Feelings 10. [???] 11. Barbarians 12. Mangosteen 13. Black Sunlight 14. Falling Out the Sky 15. Spellling 16. Stonefruit

#armand hammer #backwoodz studioz #public records #fatboi sharif #dj haram #cavalier #underground hip hop #brooklyn

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Julia Schenkelberg, “Blue Ocean”, 2020, Blue dye, resin, rusted metal from Detroit factory floors, plaster chips, vintage china, glass from Brooklyn beaches

Malone University Art Gallery’s exhibition Healing Spaces features work by Northeastern Ohio artists Julie Schenkelberg, Chen Peng, Yiyun Chen, and Emily Bartolone. Although the mediums differ, the work flows together in the room. Below are some selections and more about each artist from the gallery’s documentation.

Julie Schenkelberg, "Modern Memorial", 2020, Found screen, plaster, acrylic paint, vintage leather and fabric, jewelry box interior, glass gathered from Cleveland and Detroit auto and steel factory abandoned floors, vintage glass slide of the Parthenon Frieze

Julie Schenkelberg grew up in the post-industrial landscape of Cleveland, Ohio. Her mixed-media installations start with furniture, dishware, textiles, and marble, combined with concrete, resin, and construction materials, to transform notions of domesticity, and engage with the American Rust Belt's legacy of abandonment and decay. Using the home as a playground for formal and conceptual subversions, the work aggressively disrupts cohesion within the physical sphere. Familiar furnishings rekindle memories or premonitions of collapse, suggesting both the utter destruction of war, calamities, or urban decay, but also the uncanny juxtapositions of fragile substances such as cloth and china, with industrial materials such as rusty metal, heavy concrete, and tool-made marks such as drilled holes and chain-sawed indentations.

Chen Peng, Paintings from the "Mountains at Night" series, 2023, gouache, acrylic, and oil on canvas

Deriving from a desire to find stillness and grounding as an immigrant, Chen Peng explores the connection between landscape and the complexities of identity and belonging. She creates foreign landscapes from a combination of past experiences, memories, and imagination, delving into the disorienting sense of not knowing where home is. The moon, particularly in its fullness, becomes a symbol encapsulating emotions and metaphors associated with loneliness, reverence, and even terror. Her ceramic pieces extend this exploration of landscapes, featuring textures and marks that convey the essence of mountains, clouds, and the moon.

Photographs from from Yiyun Chen's series "Velleity", 2016-2018

The photography of Yiyun Chen is about the process of self-reflection and self-discovery as an Asian immigrant, exploring the relationship between people, environment and society, turning its personal experience and empathy into gentle conversations between humans and nature, capturing the poetic and distance of the environment around us. Through photography, we can take the essence of life seriously again and treat the people and things around us tenderly. Through his lens, they often have similar structure, people look tiny in nature scenes, creating an intimate visual experience. Most of his photographs are captured outdoors, with soft light and harmonious colors often used.

Stemming from her infatuation with the formal elements of painting, the work of Emily Bartolone pairs down simple, anthropomorphized shapes in an effort to explore paint and color theory while simultaneously creating tension and humor through color, edges, and texture. The playful, human qualities of painting are incorporated into the work through the use of amorphous shapes animated within the picture plane. Further informed by ideas of the mundane, the awkward, and the jovial that surround everyday life, the complexity of human relationships are mimicked by the shapes interacting on each painting's surface. In acknowledging that life is not always cordial, moments of tension are placed within the satisfying surfaces in the form of an abrupt mark, a disparate color, or a shift in scale. These ideas are used to take viewers outside of themselves for a short period of time, hoping to offer a break from the bombardment of distractions, notifications, and news we encounter so often on a daily basis.

This exhibition closes 4/9/24.

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The Birthday - Bucky Barnes x OC

warnings: smut ( 18+, minors DNI), nervous Bucky

word count: 7.8k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1260414232-the-birthday-eden

Note: This was a special one shot written in celebration of Sebastian's birthday on August 13th. Yes, we know Bucky's birthday is in March, but trust us with this one, please!

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The warm summer breeze ruffled Bucky's hair as he walked down the busy sidewalk. Night time in Brooklyn was always his favorite as a kid and still is, even though now it's a hell of a lot louder.

Despite the reassuring lights and sounds, a sense of anxiety washed over him as he approached the restaurant. Sam called a few hours ago and insisted that they meet to go over some new intel. It seemed weird to Bucky that they would meet at this ridiculously nice restaurant, but then again his best friend does a lot of shit that Bucky doesn't understand.

Dodging the small crowd of people smoking outside, he pushed open the door tentatively, his gut telling him something was off before he was met with the bright and smiley hostess.

“Table for one?” She asked, already gathering a selection of menus in her hand.

“Uh, no I’m suppose to be meeting..” Bucky’s sentence was cut short as Sam jogged lightly over to him and clasped him on the shoulder.

“Hey Buck, man you’re looking good!” Sam smiled brightly, causing Bucky to raise an eyebrow at him.

''Sam..'' he started but as he scanned the room, he spotted familiar faces sitting at a long table in the back of the room. Brows furrowed, Bucky looked at his best friend whose smile was reaching both his ears.

Bucky shook his head, "what the hell is this Sam?"

Rolling his eyes as he watched Yelena slam her hand against a fork. The fork launched into the air, flipping and landing into a full glass of water that sprayed an excited Peter in the face.

"We're celebrating YOU, man. Happy belated birthday party kind of thing." Sam answered him loudly, a grin splitting his face at Bucky's reaction.

Bucky's wide-eyed gaze stayed trained on the table full of the people he loved - though he'd never willingly admit it to some of them - as his fingers fiddled with the sleeve of his navy blue button-down. He doesn't even know what to say to Sam, and that's definitely a first, there's no way all of them came out tonight just for him.

🎂🎂🎂

I'll be fine, just waiting on Captain America's table, I’m fine, this is fine. Eden thought to herself as she approached the table with a bright smile plastered over her features, hiding the nervousness that sat in her stomach in a ball. "Good Evening guys, I'm Eden. I'll be taking care of you this evening." She said as she scanned the table, her eyes landing on a pair of blue eyes that even in the dim lighting she could tell were bright and ocean colored. She cleared her throat, feeling the blush creep up the back of her neck, "Wh--what can I get everyone to drink?"

"What'll it be, birthday boy? My treat! Or well, my mom's treat," a dark haired girl with a ponytail exclaimed, a wide smile painted on her face as she turned to the man with the steel blue eyes.

He blinked rapidly and glanced at the menu. Eden bit back a smile at the slightly confused look on his face.

Clearly he was a little overwhelmed by the choice and Eden’s eyes flitted to the next person along, the blonde girl on the end who was enthusiastically miming downing a tequila shot.

“Woah, no! This is a high end establishment, Lena. No shots…” Captain America said loudly, “not yet anyway, maybe bring out a round after the starters, something extra strong for Mr Tall, Dark and Brooding over here.”

Eden bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing, “Will do, sir!” She finished taking the rest of the table's order, doing her best not to keep staring at the man at the end of the table, until finally it was just him left. “Just a beer.. please” he mumbled.

Eden took a steadying breath as his crystal blue eyes bore into her. "Coming right up." she said, licking her dry lips. Even after she turned to walk up to the bar she felt his gaze burning into her back.

"Rowdy table?" Mark asked her as she took a deep breath, relaxing her tense shoulders and she pushed her long dark curly hair off her face. She looked past herself in the mirrored bar back to find the handsome man still staring at her while the rest of his friends laughed with each other.

"Yeah, it's a birthday celebration and they're going all out for him." Eden answered as she took a steadying breath, a slight heat flooding her cheeks. She couldn't take her eyes off of him through the mirror as Mark poured their drinks.

"He's cute," Mark said as he slid a pint glass full of beer across the bar so that Eden could put it on her tray. "You should talk to him-- and not, 'Is everything okay, sir?' Actually talk to him." Eden rolled her eyes and looked up to see the man with piercing blue eyes still staring at her, but he averted his gaze the second she caught him - both of them blushed.

She looked down at her tray and huffed out a laugh as she gathered their drinks to head back out. "Yeah sure, I'll make sure to talk to him in between their table and the lovely people at 15 who will most definitely not tip me."

Eden spun around with the drinks in her hand, carefully balancing them on her arm as she made her way back to the table, her eyes meeting the blue eyed man once more seeing the slight hitch in his breathing as she approached. She began placing everyone's drinks down in their designated homes, remembering perfectly who ordered what and setting the man's beer down last, flashing him a soft smile.

"Hey, you," shouted a grating voice from the next table over. Eden inwardly groaned before turning around. Her hand accidentally grazed the skin of the blue eyed guest of honor and the heat in her chest burned a little hotter at the sensation. "Yes sir, can I help you?" Eden asked with a dimmed version of her usual smile. A lot of these Wall Street guys love to make a big deal of themselves and alcohol rarely helps. "Yeah," said the clearly inebriated man. "Are you hard of hearing or just fuckin' stupid? I asked for a vodka martini. This obviously has fuckin' gin." He raises the glass, shaking it towards her with a condescending expression.

Eden swallowed the lump in her throat and steeled herself to face the angry man, but a gentle tap to the wrist and the sound of a chair scraping across the floor behind her stopped her short. “Buck… don’t.” She heard, a stern whisper from Captain America followed by a sigh from blue eyes

The tall man now stood beside her, obviously not taking his friend's advice. Her breath quickened, as he took a step forward, narrowing his gaze at the rude man. “Don’t ever speak to a lady like that” he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Ah, knight in shining armor, hear hear." the guy spoke in a belittling tone. Before she could hold him back, Blue Eyes' fist connected with his opponent's nose, the sound of bones breaking echoed in the air.

Eden shook her head and brought herself back to the scene at the sound of metal whirring beside her as his built figure stalked up to the drunk man at the next table and took in a breath. It's like she could hear his brain talking himself out of the scene she just pictured in her head. "Obviously nobody taught you any manners growing up, huh?" he growled as he looked down at the man grinning at him. The rude man stepped closer to Eden, nose in pristine condition and his disgusting ego still, unfortunately intact. She brushed off her panic, secretly glad that she had day dreamed the violent commotion in the middle of the restaurant.

"And what are you gonna do about it, huh? Teach 'em to me?" The prick in the suit yelled, unknowingly taunting someone far more than capable of doing so. Bucky's nose flared with barely controlled temper, he put his left hand on the man's shoulder, Eden could see the metal fingers flexing and tightening their hold a little as the man grimaced and visibly shrunk into himself.

"You should leave," Bucky said softly as his arm whirred, and Eden's stomach twisted with anxiety, wondering what was going to happen next. "You've been doing nothing but complaining since I sat down with my friends. I'm trying to have a nice birthday celebration and she's trying to do her damn job.

The drunken man seemed to realize who exactly Bucky and the rest of his company was. "Whatever, man. This place can't even make a drink anyway. I'll go to a place where the waitresses aren't just nice to look at," he crudely laughed.

As him and the rest of his table filed out, Eden let out a sigh as she straightened her apron, great now that's going to come out of my pocket. She tilted her head up, her deep brown eyes meeting his, as she felt him place a hand on her shoulder tentatively. "I'm sorry I stepped in I just- I couldn't let him speak to you like that, you don't deserve that. I'll take care of their bill, I don't want you to get in trouble either. Are you okay?" he nervously rambled.

Eden swallowed hard, his eyes were like little bottles of ocean water, speckled with green and grey. Finally, she managed to say as nonchalantly as her body would allow, “yeah…no it’s fine, he’s not the first drunk asshole I’ve had to deal with and he certainly won’t be the last.” She smiled up at him, wishing she could just stop time and stare at him for a while. But then, the man cleared his throat, bringing her back to reality from her glorious daydream.

"I'm Bucky," he said, a small smile creating crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Eden found herself desperate to count every line and freckle on his handsome face, staring with her lips slightly parted. "And I'm starving, so Barnes, if you could ask the very pretty girl out already so we can get our food, that would be amazing," the woman with the long blonde hair at Bucky's elbow said impatiently, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Yelena..." Bucky sighed as Eden giggled softly.

“Eden,” she replied and then shook her head, the next words tumbling out of her mouth as she blushed, “but you knew that because I already introd—“ “You can introduce yourself to me a hundred times if you like, I wouldn’t mind.” Bucky grinned with a gentle tap on her arm, “I’ll let you get back to work.”

A blush crept onto her cheeks as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Actually, while I’m here, why don’t I take your orders? If you’re all ready” she asked, looking around at everyone else.

They gave her all their orders and Eden felt like flying on clouds, Bucky made her heart flutter, in the best way possible.

Mark watched her come around to the till to enter the order, finishing his order he slid down the bar closer to her, "are you okay? The broody one seems to be sweet on you."

"Peachy," she scrunched her nose up, cheeks flushed from the encounter and looked over at the table again, "he was just being a decent human being, Mark, drop it."

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Mark smirked while he backed up from Eden as she bit her lip shyly.

She kept glancing back at the blue eyed saviour after she entered the order, watching as his face lit up with joy even in teasing moments from his friends.

Every few times, their eyes would meet.

Eden wanted to walk into the back room to sit down and take a breath, but she also couldn't stop staring at Bucky, and as he sipped his beer and endured a gentle ribbing from his friends, she really wished she was sitting at that table too.

Mark leaned over the bar and half whispered in a sing-song voice, "That beer he's drinking looks like it needs a free refill, and I know a certain lovestruck waitress who could take care of thaaaaat!"

She took a deep breath, a stranger shouldn't be able to make her this nervous, but something about Bucky shot straight through the facade she put up for customers. Still, after a glare at Mark, Eden kept her chin high and her smile bright as she careened back to the table.

"Looked like you needed a refill, birthday boy. On me.", Eden said with a wink as she placed his new beer on the table.

Even under the restaurant's dim lighting she could see the slight pink sheen creeping up his neck, through his blushing he gave her a smirk back with a thank you.

"Food should be out soon, can I get anyone anything else in the meantime?" she smiled looking back at Bucky's friends, teasing smiles plastered on their faces.

Yelena took a sip from her straw, shooting coy glances between Bucky and Eden.

“I think you could get Barnes here some plans for after his belated birthday dinner,” she said as Kate choked on a laugh.

Eden watched as Bucky's gaze flickered from her to the woman he previously called Yelena, his eyes going wide for a moment before shaking his head and glancing back up at her. "I--I'm sorry, Yelena has had some pretty hard hits to the head," he quipped, "she no longer has a filter apparently, please, please ignore her."

She chuckled, "Well, I'm off at 10... that is if you don't find other belated birthday plans." Eden mused, grinning slightly as she cleared his empty beer glass from the table and turned on her heel, leaving him with a dumbfounded look.

"He won't! I'll make sure of it!" Yelena yelled at Eden's back, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering at full force as she approached the bar.

Eden turned back just in time to see Bucky rub his hand across his face while Yelena and the dark haired girl at her side cackled maniacally. She placed the empty glass onto the bar, leaning on the smooth surface.

"Girl, that man is gonna snap you like a twig," Mark said, setting the mug behind the bar. "I am disgustingly jealous."

“Shut. Up. Mark” Eden spoke through a clenched jaw, trying to hide the smile that was forcing itself onto her lips.

Mark mocked flipping his hair and walked off to keep making his drink order.

“Get it together girl..” She whispered to herself.

The night progressed faster than usual, the anticipation of speeding more time with Bucky was smelling deliciously sweet.

"Alright, babes. I'm closing out the bar. Get your lover boy and get outta here." Mark winked at her while she wiped one of the last tables.

Eden froze as Captain America himself wandered over to where she cleaned the table, "hey there, I have a favor to ask. I know the kitchen is closing but do you think you could bring the birthday boy a slice of chocolate cake?" He flashed a wide grin at her and leaned against the table.

"I think I can help with that," she smiled at him, and made for the kitchen.

"One more thing," he walked over to her, "how good is your handwriting?"

Eden laughed, "pretty good."

Cap grabbed a napkin from behind the bar and scribbled something on it before handing it to her, "write that on the plate for me?"

Eden doubled over with laughter as Sam's eyes twinkled.

"You seriously want me to write 'birthday bitch'?"

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a hundred dollar bill.

"He loves it. I promise, it'll be really funny."

She bit her lip and looked over at the table. Yelena gave her the thumbs up while Kate raised her glass and Bucky looked confused, mouthing what's going on? Eden took a deep breath, nodding her head as she grabbed the money from his hand.

"Okay. I'll do it, but if he cries, I'm blaming you for my night going south, Captain."

Sam saluted her and walked back to the table, leaving her to her task.

Eden went into the kitchen and grabbed the chocolate cake and the frosting bags from the fridge. After having mixed just the right shade of blue she piped out 'Birthday Bitch' on the plate, dotting the I's with little hearts.

She made sure everything looked perfect, wiping a small bit of frosting off the plate. Smiling to herself, she stuck in the candles and lit them.

Eden walked out from the kitchen, dimming the lights with one hand before stepping towards the table. Bucky’s eyes met hers and her heart fluttered. One foot in front of the other, she thought. She started singing, her voice wavering slightly- “Haaaaappy birthday to youuu!”

Even with the dimmed lights, the blush creeping across his cheeks was apparent. His group of friends lit up brighter than the candles, taking over the singing for her which she was thankful for as she carefully set the cake plate down in front of him. A soft wince passing over her features as she stood up straight, watching a small frown spread across his cheeks and a glare flickering to the Captain who was currently trying to keep himself from laughing and singing off tune.

Bucky eyes met hers as her brows knitted together and she mouthed I'm sorry before he sighed, taking a breath and blowing out the candles.

Everyone at the table clapped obnoxiously to further embarrass the man of the evening. Kate wrapped her arms around Bucky in what clearly was an unexpected gesture. Eden felt a lump form in her throat at the tears that Bucky blinks away before anyone can see.

"Thanks everybody for...well, this," Bucky said with a sniff. "And you too. Really."

Bucky looked up at Eden with a small smile that she returned.

"Yeah, well it wasn't that hard to convince me," she replied with a look at Sam.

Bucky points at the new Captain, eyebrows furrowed.

"I'll get you back one day, Wilson." he said as Sam slapped Bucky on the back with a laugh.

As the super soldier listed all the ways he could enact his revenge, Yelena cut the cake with a knife no one even knew she had. Eden gently slid the hundred back into Sam's pocket. He looked over at her, a smirk on his face.

"What? It's on the house, " Eden asked with a shrug and a smile before she walked away to get her things.

Eden could hear the continued laughter and jokes floating through the now empty restaurant as the group enjoyed the cake. She stayed behind the bar, puttering around, trying to stay busy as long as possible so she didn’t have to kick them out.

She looked up as Sam wandered over to the bar, sliding his credit card over to her. “Thank you for tonight. I think you really helped make this a good evening for Buck” he smiled, glancing quickly over at his friend. “He may seem like a grumpy old man, but inside he’s a big softy”

“Well I’m just glad you all enjoyed yourselves” Eden grinned as she finished processing the check.

Sam paid, despite the protests from the table and handed her the bill envelope back. The tip inside was far larger than she deserved or expected from them. "I couldn't," she said.

"It's on the house," he laughed with a wink. "One more favor?" He asked.

She nodded, waiting for the question to be just as silly as the last time. "When Buck comes over here to ask you for a drink, say yes."

She flushed red and chuckled nervously but all the color drained from her face as she realized he was serious, "He's a little rusty and I don't want to lose my bet to Yelena, again."

She bit her lip as Sam walked away. Eden helped clean up, fully aware of Bucky's eyes on her as she wiped down some tables and some counters. As she was putting some chairs on top of some tables, Mark walked past her and leaned in.

"Your boyfriend is on his way over here."

"Will you stop?!" She hissed as she looked up. "Don't you have someone else to annoy?"

"No."

Bucky was slowly walking toward her. His hand was shaking as he ran it through his hair. Eden pretended to be very interested in one of the chair legs as her face burned. She heard Bucky clear his throat from behind her and turned around to see his face bright red as he gnawed on his bottom lip before forcing a charming smile.

"H-- hi," he stammered.

"Hi birthday boy" she said softly as she smiled back at him. "Did you have a good time?"

Bucky huffed out a laugh and scrunched his nose as his smile grew wider. Eden bit the inside of her cheek at the action, that's adorable.

"I did, thanks. For everything, it was a nice surprise..." his voice trailed off as he swayed a bit in place.

"I'm gl-" "Can I-" they both let out a laugh as she gestured for him to go ahead.

"Can I give you a hand with anything?" Eden looked at him with big doe eyes, surprised at his question.

"Oh, I couldn't possibly bother you with that."

"Please?" he said, placing his hand softly atop hers on the chair she just flipped over. "That way you can finish quicker and I can maybe buy you a drink? If you would like to, of course."

Eden smiled to herself, taking note of how soft his voice dipped when he spoke to her. She wanted him all to herself.

“Sure, I’d like that. If you want- we could finish up here, grab a bottle of something, and go drink at my place?”

"I'd like that," He rasped. Her heart hammered in her chest as she watched his tongue flick over his bottom lip, biting it softly before a grin spread over the plush pink of his lips. "Bottles on me then, darlin'."

She melted right then and there at the name, a quiet giggle escaping her own as his smile grew wider as if he could sense every nerve in her body screaming at him to take her right here on this table. The thought quickly faded as he took a step towards her, his hand trailing down her arm, before gripping the back of the chair behind her.

Bucky and Eden worked together on the rest of the space, him stacking chairs and her wiping tables in an unusually smooth synchronization, as if they'd done it for years. Sam and his friends left early on, the Captain giving her a smile and a wink as they filed out the door.

Every few moments Eden caught Bucky staring at her, as she reached across tables or when she brushed a loose strand of hair from her cheek. His eyes would flicker to the little sliver of skin that showed when her shirt rose and the heat in his gaze seemed to burn straight through her.

"Well, that's the last of it," Eden sighed. "Hopefully I didn't wear you out."

Bucky huffed out a laugh as Eden turned off the lights and set the alarm.

"I don't tire very easily," he murmured, the implication in his voice making her thighs clench together.

Bucky followed her out the front of the restaurant into the busy street. They walked a block to a bodega, where he fulfilled his promise of buying the bottle of wine of her choice. Every few steps her fingers would brush his and the skin would tingle with the urge to grasp his hand, but she didn’t want to scare him.

Suddenly, she felt Bucky's pinky link with hers, and she looked up at him to find a soft smile on his face as he met her eyes.

“Hi” he whispered with a breathy laugh. Eden noted the way his nose scrunched up as he laughed. It was cute.

She stopped outside an older looking apartment building, and pulled her keys out of her bag, as she led him up the steps. They made their way through the door and got into the elevator, pressing the button for the 8th floor.

Eden leaned against the mirrored wall, and met Bucky's eyes again. He moved himself in front of her and placed his hands on either side of her.

“I, uh… can I kiss you?” He asked quietly, his blue eyes searching her features.

She licked her bottom lip, a smile curling on her lips as she nodded in response to his ask. Afraid to open her mouth in case she fumbled out her feelings and vomited them all over his shoes. She searched his eyes for hesitation as he pulled the glove from right hand and trailed two smooth metal fingers up her arm sending electricity surging through her body.

He gouged her reaction to his arm as he went only stopping as he pressed them to the underside of her chin and lifted her lips delicately to his as if he was scared to hurt her. His lips brushed against her, his mouth cradling her bottom lip in hesitation. She closed the gap between them, unable to wait much longer for him to figure out that she needed him. She had been waiting the better half of the night to feel his hands on her, craving the taste of his lips as she watched him shamelessly eat chocolate cake.

"I-," he pulled back from the kiss, pressing his forehead to the wall behind her. "I haven't done this in a really long time," he huffed against her hair.

"It's okay," she whispered as she dragged her tongue across her bottom lip. "I've got you, darlin'."

The nickname sparked something in him. His breath caught in his throat and she could see his pulse thumping along to the same rapid beat as hers. Eden felt dizzy. As Bucky leaned forward again, the elevator door dinged to signal that they were on the eighth floor. Eden took a chance and kissed him one more time. It was meant to be quick and heated, but they got lost in it once she heard a soft moan spill from his throat.

His metal hand wrapped gently around the back of her neck, fingers playing with the baby hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail over the course of her shift. As the door began to close, his free hand jutted out and pressed the open button. He broke the kiss, both of them panting softly with huge smiles on their faces.

"You're really good at that," she assured him.

He laughed, his eyes and nose crinkling. Eden practically melted as Bucky took her hand.

"As much as I want to keep kissing you in here, I think it's impolite to hog the elevator."

Eden put on a serious face and gave him a small salute, giggling as he led her out of the elevator, shaking his head with another laugh. He made a left as soon as they made it out and looked back when he felt her tug on his hand.

"Um, do you know where you're going there Sergeant?" she said nonchalantly but it was impossible for her to miss the way Bucky's eyes lit up when the word came out of her mouth. She closed the distance between them, got up on her tiptoes and connected their lips once more, tugging slightly on his bottom lip as she pulled back.

"We'll put a pin on that one." she whispered against his lips and laid one last kiss on them before coming back to her height. "Come on, it's this way.", she smiled.

She got her keys out of her bag and unlocked the door, letting them both inside. It was cozy- 450 square feet of her personality expressed through art she had found, furniture she had thrifted, and splashes of color that just felt right.

She lit a balsam candle on the coffee table, noticing Bucky’s small smile once the scent hit his nose. Her heart was in her throat, but in the way you feel the night before particularly exciting plans or a much-needed vacation.

Bucky licked his bottom lip and Eden’s eyes were immediately drawn toward his mouth. “So,” she laughed, her fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. “Wanna open that bottle?”

"I'd much rather kiss you again." He breathed.

Eden noticed that the blue in his eyes disappeared going dark with lust and as he moved towards her, her breath hitched in her throat.

"Okay." She whispered. Bucky took the two strides towards her, his body all but barreling into hers as their lips crashed together. Metal fingers whirred as they found the hem of her t-shirt, grazing her burning skin underneath the cotton. The feeling of the cool metal against her skin caused a gasp to leave her lips in between kisses.

Bucky pulled back slightly, his right hand finding her cheek and dipping his head to meet her gaze, looking afraid as if he had hurt her. "You okay?" He asked between soft pants. Eden flashed him a lazy smile, her body already feeling the bliss of his touch. She nodded as she reached up, her fingers dancing along his jawline. The short stubble tickling her fingertips.

"I'm more than okay."

Bucky's hands returned to her waist as he kissed her again, fingers dancing along her soft skin. Eden let out a small sigh as his tongue teased her lips, pressing her body closer to his.

"For someone who hasn't done this in a long time, you sure are knocking it out of the park," she whispered with a nervous laugh as the realization of what is about to happen washed over her.

"Well you make it pretty damn easy to remember how it goes," Bucky breathed against her lips.

Eden grinned as he kissed her again, leading him to her room as his hands grabbed any part of her that he could reach. She pushed open the door with her foot as his fingers fiddled with the buttons of her shirt. Bucky pulled at the fabric and it snaps, buttons flying across Eden's room as she gasps.

"Sorry..." he whispered in a small voice before giving her a soft smile.

"Don't be. That was ridiculously hot...what else can you do, birthday boy?" Eden replied with a smirk, emboldened by the blazing look in Bucky's eyes. It's like he's going to eat her alive.

She watched as Bucky’s tongue flitted across his bottom lip with a devilish smirk,

“Let’s find out shall we..” he rasped, as his hands gripped the skin of her waist, ghosting his lips over her jaw.

He licked a small stripe up her neck and placed a teasing kiss just under her ear lobe, before stepping back just long enough to discard his own shirt.

Eden’s eyes raked over his body as she pulled the remainder of her shirt off her body. This was definitely not something she would normally do, but this man did something to her that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Bucky stepped back towards her and pulled her back flush to his body as he backed her up towards the bed. In a fluid motion, he lifted her up and placed her gently down, hovering over her.

“Is this okay?” He asked, brushing the backs of his fingers over her cheek.

"More than okay," she laughed as her fingertips trailed along the rough scars on his shoulder where metal met scarred flesh. His breath hitched in his chest and she saw something vulnerable spark in his eyes. Eden lifted her head to kiss his scars.

"It's okay," she whispered. "You're beautiful."

Bucky stared down at her and dipped his head to kiss the corners of her mouth.

"I didn't think you'd go for me."

Eden giggled and stared up at her.

"You thought wrong, Sergeant."

His hips rutted against hers at the nickname and he moaned softly. Eden silently resolved to keep using that nickname, especially if it was going to get this kind of response. She bit her lip as Bucky began to trail his lips down her neck, her chest, and her stomach, dull teeth nipping at her searing skin. Her fingers swam through his silky hair. He kissed along the very tops of her hip bones and then stared up at her, one finger hooking into the belt loop of her work pants.

"Can we get you out of these, sugar? Couldn't stop thinking about what you looked like underneath this uniform and now that I know you're gorgeous, I wanna get a real damn good look at you."

"You dirty dog, Sergeant," she whispered with flaming cheeks. He giggled and she swallowed hard. "Take them off of me."

He pulled her pants down with the appetite of a man starved. His breath hitched when he saw the black thong she was wearing, small metal rings adorning the straps that hugged her hips.

Eden smiled, biting her lip as his eyes widened. She could practically hear him gulp as he admired her dips and curves, slowly pulling her work pants all the way off and leaving them in a puddle on the floor. She flexed around nothing, almost embarrassed by how ready she was. Bucky exhaled a deep breath, eyes firmly fixed on her aching cunt, and said, “I have- wow, I- uh- I haven’t seen any underwear like this before.”

Eden pulled herself up and lifted his chin slightly to meet his eyes running her nails across his stubble. A slight concern flitted through her eyes.

“You okay?” she whispered as he traced figures mindlessly on her hip with a metal finger.

“Yeah, yeah. They’re amazing on you.” he chuckled.

“Maybe next time I can model some for you.” she said as she placed a sweet kiss on his lips. She pulled back wide eyed at the realization of what she had said. “Sorry that was, um, if you want there t-“

Bucky leaned back in for a kiss, smiling as he ran his tongue across her bottom lip. “Oh there’ll be a next time, sweetheart. In the meantime, why don’t ya lay back down for me. Please.” He whispered as took his bottom lip between his teeth and admired her body.

"Yes, sergeant." She breathed, as Bucky groaned, his eyes fluttering close for a moment. Eden giggled, reaching behind her and carefully tugging the elastic from her hair. Dark loose waves cascaded around her as she laid back, following his instructions. Bucky watched her, his eyes tracing her slightest movements as she laid back.

"You really like that name, don't you?" She asked, biting the inside of her lip and wrapping her leg around his waist.

He nodded, "I really," Bucky leaned down, planting soft open mouthed kisses along her collar bones and down towards the swell of her breasts, each word punctuated by a kiss, "really, do."

A moan slipped from Eden’s lips as she felt Bucky moving down her body. His hand moved around her back and pinched the clasp of her bra, popping it open.

He tenderly pulled the straps down her arms and tossed it to the side of the bed. “My god you’re beautiful, sweetheart” he whispered, leaning down to lick a spot on her throat before kissing it softly.

He continued to move his lips down her body, placing little nips and sucking little purple spots into her skin.

As he swirled his tongue around one of her nipples, and palmed at her other breast, Eden arched her back pressing into his touch.

“God Bucky…” she breathed.

She heard him chuckle against her sensitive nipple as he continued the deliciously sweet torture by alternating between sucking and nipping at her. The stubble on his jaw touching her skin sent sparks down her spine, making her hand shoot into his short hair as his hot breath fanned against her pussy.

"Please, Bucky." she cried out, urging him.

"You're gonna have to coach me through this a little, princess," he breathed. "It's been a really long time."

She bit her lip and nodded as her hand slid down her body to circle her clit as Bucky watched, kissing up and down the insides of her thighs.

"Put your mouth here. Go slow," she said softly. "Take your time."

He grinned.

"I'd like to take my time when it comes to you, angel."

Her body was covered in goosebumps as he removed her hand as he dragged his tongue along her clit at an agonizingly slow pace that made Eden's toes curl. She tugged on his hair as her back arched and a moan filled the room. She could see Bucky grinding his hips into the mattress as he locked eyes with her and lifted his head.

"How am I doing?"

"Incredible," she laughed as he lapped at her slowly and stared up at the ceiling, feeling heat creep into her cheeks and rush down her body. "Happy birthday, Sarge."

He continued to lick stripes up her, cautiously swirling his tongue around her clit. Eden saw stars, her breath catching in her throat. Bucky brought his head up and their eyes met, the smirk on his face growing as she bit her lip.

He brought his right hand up to part her folds, gathering her slick around two of his fingers. Eden heard a small gasp fall out of his incredibly plump lips as she arched her back in anticipation. Her skin was on fire and she needed something- anything- to help ease the growing fire in her belly. She was nervous but the fire bubbled up and up and up and-

“Please,” she breathed. “Use your other hand.”

Eden felt Bucky's entire body tense up at her words, his eyes meeting hers in what she can only describe as a terrified look. She propped herself up onto her elbows but before she could say anything he shook his head, "I don't--"

"Bucky," She breathed, reaching out and cupping his cheek into her hand, "It's okay...I trust you." She whispered, a soft smile spreading across her lips for a moment as she studied him. Eden watched as his chest heaved with a heavy sigh as if the worry had released from his body.

Bucky's eyes pressed closed for a moment as he let out a shuttered breath and leaned into her hand. He nodded slowly, as he turned his head to press his lips to her palm.

“Ok…” he whispered, moving back to pepper her inner thighs with kisses.

Eden combed her hand into his hair and smiled softly down at him, “I’ll tell you if it’s not what I expected.. and you tell me if you're not comfortable with something, deal?”

He nodded his head again, dipping back down to lick a strip through her wet folds. Taking her swollen bud between his lips, he ran a metal finger over her entrance, sending a shiver up her spine.

A moan fell from her lips, as Eden's head slumped backwards. She moved her hips into his hand, as he pushed his finger into her.

"Oh my God," she gasped. His fingers were thick, and she could feel every ridge inside of her. Pearly white teeth clamped down on her bottom lip, and Bucky looked up at her with wide eyes and a terrified expression. Her heart ached for him.

He thinks he's hurting me.

"Is it okay?" He asked, his voice clenched. "I don't--"

"It's perfect, Bucky," she whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair. "You can add another one. I can take it."

He smiled, his body almost slumping with relief as he added another finger and pumped them in and out of her slowly, watching her slick coat the metal. With eagerness, he dove back in and wrapped his lips around her clit. She was in heaven.

Eden felt herself tumbling closer and closer to the edge as Bucky continued working at her clit, almost sucking on the tender bud. He kept pumping the fingers of his metal hand in and out, gaining a little bit of speed with each moan that spilled from her lips.

“Your fingers feel so good, Sarge,” she whimpered toward the ceiling, eyes almost rolling back in her head. “You’re going to make me come.”

Bucky moaned against her, the sound practically vibrating through her body. Eden felt like she was melting into the mattress with every one of his movements.

"Oh my god, Bucky--" She practically choked as his fingers grazed the spot inside her that made her see spots. "Please, keep doing that, don't stop." Eden pleaded between breaths.

Bucky took her command very seriously, and kept doing exactly as he was doing. Pushing his fingers into her and curling them against her G spot as he sucked on her clit and worked it with his tongue.

“Oh fuck…” Eden gasped, reaching down and combing her hand into his hand, pulling it gently. “Bucky.. come ‘ere please.. I need you” she rasped.

Again, he did as he was told and moved his way back up her body, capturing her lips in his for a quick kiss. He got up and undid his jeans, pushing them off with his briefs, freeing his throbbing cock.

Eden couldn’t help the smile that grew onto her lips, as she swiped her tongue across them. “Wow…” she breathed.

Bucky chuckled shyly, grasping himself and pumping a couple times as he moved his body back over hers. He placed light kisses down her jaw and neck, lining himself up with her entrance.

“That better be a good wow..” he mumbled against her skin with a smirk.

"Trust and believe..-" before she could finish her sentence, he slowly entered her, every delicious inch at a time. Her breath caught in her throat.

"God, you feel heavenly, sugar." He groaned as he was pushing the last inch, burying himself to the hilt.

Eden laughed softly, her right hand wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him to her, their lips barely brushing and both of their chests heaving against the other. "Just, just give me a moment to get used to you." She said softly.

Bucky closed the gap between them, kissing her so softly and tenderly it almost brought tears to her eyes. "Tell me when, Eden." He rasped, not moving and holding as still as he could as the sting from his size subsided.

After a few seconds and her neck and chest being covered in soft kisses and gentle nips, Eden raked her fingers through his hair bringing his gaze back to her own. "You can move now." Bucky nodded and slowly lifted his hips from hers, almost pulling out from her before pushing himself back in, both of their groans filling the air around them.

Edens head fell back against the pillow, as her eyes fluttered closed, moving her hands to grip his shoulders, “fuck you feel so good..” she moaned.

Bucky picked up his pace a little, wrapping a hand under her hips to tilt them upwards, allowing him to hit her just at the right spot.

He dipped his head to place light kisses and nips against her throat, as he whispered compliments into her skin.

She felt herself flutter and clench around him, as he thrust into her more confidently now.

“I don’t know how long I’ll last, love..” he gasped, “I meant it when I said it’s been a while..”

She smiled softly and brought his lips back to hers, “that’s okay..” she moaned, “this is perfect.. you’re perfect” she whispered back.

"Eden, I..- fuck." he groaned. His whole body started contracting as he picked up the pace, accompanying every thrust with a guttural groan.

"Yes, yes." She cried out as the engulfing waves of her orgasm washed over her

She felt Bucky press his forehead against her chest as her fingertips dug into the hard muscle of his back. "Bucky I'm gonna come!" Eden sobbed.

Her orgasm hit her like a sack of bricks as her body trembled under his touch and spots filled her vision before squeezing her eyes closed. Eden moaned into the air, her head pressed back against the pillow and chest arched against his own and her mouth falling into a slight 'o' as it became hard to breathe. Bliss washing over every inch of her.

Bucky continued his pace, the snap of his hips becoming less rhythmic as he worked himself closer to his own orgasm. "Holy shit..." He breathed into her skin as she fluttered and clenched around him. Suddenly, his body stilled and another guttural moan escaped his lips. She could feel his cock twitch inside of her as he came, filling her with his warmth.

Eden ran her fingers through his hair, pushing back the small pieces that stuck to his forehead from the sweat. He lifted his head to look at her, a sex drunk smile spread across his still plush pink lips before they crashed into hers once more. She whimpered into the kiss, tears threatening the corners of her eyes once more at how extremely sweet and soft this 6'4 giant of a man became in her arms.

Bucky moved to the side, and flopped down onto the bed beside Eden, tucking his arms around her and pulling her into his chest. “God you’re amazing..” he voice sounding more deep than usual, as he placed a wet kiss to her forehead, trailing his fingertips gently up her arms.

Eden sniffed to hide her emotions, and smiled up at him. She still wasn’t sure how this handsome stranger was able to make her feel so safe and at peace by just being in his arms, but that’s exactly how she felt. No one had made her feel this way in such a long time.

“You’re pretty incredible yourself, Sargent..” She smirked, leaning up and placing a kiss on his chin. “How do you feel about that bottle of wine, now? I know it’s passed midnight but we can pretend we’re still celebrating”

A deep chuckle came from Bucky's chest as he tucked a dark curl behind her ear and smiled shyly at her.

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musical masquerade pt.3

(A/N: I've been thinking of posting this on AO3, should I or should I not? also sending love to anyone who needs it! <3)

Before Allison could finish their sentence, the elevator doors opened and a soft breeze echoed through the hallway. It had elegant paintings, though you couldn’t see half of them because all the curtains were closed, only letting small slivers of light into the deep blue-tinted room. As they both carefully walked down the hallway, Heather stopped in her tracks before inching closer to a birch door, with soft noises leaking from it and she waved her hand towards Allison to follow her as they whispered: ‘make sure the walkie’s off...”

“Yes… I understand there've been some incidents going on but I have no clue what I have to do with it.”

“It’s because there’s no reason behind the killings! Okay? People don’t just drop dead like flies and they all attended your auction just before they got murdered!”

“Chief Powell, are you accusing me of murder? You honestly think of me that way?” the woman said, her sensuous voice transforming into a sympathetic tone, completely contrasting Powell’s rough Brooklyn accent as Allison squinted in disappointment.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. Of course, he’s accusing you of murder! What else, you idiot?” she whispered.

“Alles! I don’t think this is the time to do that…”

“Sorry. Mind rambling again.”

“It’s alright..” Heather muttered as they both began to lean in closer to the door, opening it just a crack as the voices became clearer. The room was very regal with a desk in the middle that faced away from a glass-paned window facing the brightly lit city along with a fireplace to the right that dimly lit both of their faces.

“I’m not trying to accuse you of murder! I don’t wanna accuse anyone of murder! It’s just a bit suspicious, is all…”

“I swear, you have a terrible memory, Powell. This is just like fifth grade! They were never even there, here!" the lady said, grabbing a folder from her drawer and slamming it onto the table with a loud thud. The man simply stood there, observing the folder and looking like he was about to swallow his lip.

“I…I’m sorry Ma’am. I didn’t mean-”

“No. It’s alright, thankfully I’m not a bad guy so, I’ll forgive you,” she said, a sultry grin plastered on her face. The man quickly turned around, ready to leave before halting dead in his tracks. His body simply froze as Heather and Allison simply stared back into his barely visible eyes, not knowing what to do. The lady’s eyebrows rose before quietly chuckling into her hand.

“Oh, dear… This will be very unfortunate but you did just accuse me of murder. So..”

Suddenly, the man was lifted into the air with his arms flung to his sides, making Allison and Heather tumble back and land hard on the marble floor, both of them muttering quiet profanities. As they both quickly got back up and peered into the door again, the man was still in the air, screaming and unnaturally unhinging his jaw more and more, his eyes becoming obsolete and hollow and curving inwards as if being squished. Finally, after almost a minute of agonizing screams, his arms and legs cracked in half and were dislocated before his eyes popped with a disturbing pop that made Allison's stomach turn inside out and Heather almost gag. His lifeless body finally hit the ground with a loud thud and an uncomfortable ambience filled the room, the only noise left is the crackling fire. All the lady did was stare at it. She didn’t scream, she didn’t look shocked, all she did was stare at the lifeless body, almost appalled by it.

“Hello, where did you guys go? Have you found her yet?”

Shit.

Allison quickly shut off the walkie-talkie, covering the speaker as best she could but it was too late. Without thinking, they grabbed Heather’s hand and flew down the hallway, hearing the distant sound of heels clacking. Every single step they took was driven purely by adrenaline, as doubts began circling her head like a racecar circling every lap on a racetrack. She knew she couldn’t do this but just maybe. Maybe instead of having a show-stopping outfit, they could’ve just done a simple gown. Maybe if they just had the perfect dance, who cares if it injures your legs? Maybe if she just remembered to shut off that stupid walkie-talkie herself instead of trusting Heather, things would’ve gone better and they wouldn’t be running with Heather and aching legs.

“I’m sorry! I should’ve shut it off and-”

“Heaths, not now! Save it for when we’re safe!”

“Okay, turn right!” Heather shouted as they both bolted right and a spiked leg struck the door near them. As they both were running for what seemed like an eternity, with the wallpaper blending into a grey-tinted red blur and both of them feel like their heads were constantly spinning and turning until Allison heard a door slam shut right behind her. Stopping to collect her thoughts, they realised she was completely trapped in a fancy bathroom with striped wallpaper and cold marbled floors.

“Come on… Open you fucking bitch!” Allison screamed, desperately kicking down the door with the only effort being a couple of dents. She felt her heart racing and her hands shaking as a wave of nausea knocked them to the ground. They kept feeling the floor and grabbing onto the bath’s ridge as she kept trying to ground themself and repeated a simple mantra in their head.

‘Everything is going to be fine, you can get out of this and save yourself. You don’t need anyone.’ ‘Everything is going to be fine, you can get out of this and save yourself. You don’t need anyone.’ ‘Everything is going to be fine, you can get out of this and save yourself. You don’t need anyone.’ 'Everything is going to be fine, you can-’

“Honey? Is everything alright?”

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