Day 5 of hayffie week is Pretend/accidental relationship which gives me an excuse to get that one out of the hoard because I liked it a lot. Modern au, blind date setting with a twist.
Alecto
Effie was annoyed long before she reached the restaurant. She didn’t want to do this. Not only didn’t she want to do this but the restaurant she hadn’t wanted to argue on was really out of her way, well away from the center of the city she preferred and, from outside, honestly looked like a hole in the wall. It was mostly offices around there, very… middle-class.
That was why, she reminded herself, she had sworn to herself years ago that she would stop agreeing to those stupid blind dates her mother set her up on. Because it never worked, it was always painfully boring when it wasn’t plain awkward and she hated every minute of it.
And yet every time she found herself agreeing to them if only to make the look of disappointment vanish from her face.
What about an AU where Jaskier didn't meet Geralt at Posada, he met a different Witcher, one who brings him home to Kaer Morhen one day, to Geralt and the others.
And Jaskier takes one look at Geralt and falls in love, only... Geralt seems to be indifferent to him at best and hates him at worst. The small moments where Geralt seems to warm to him only make it harder.
(Maybe he hears the others tease Geralt about Yennefer, and his heart sinks, because of course the gorgeous Witcher is already taken by a beautiful, powerful sorceress.)
Meanwhile Geralt thinks Jaskier is A Thing with the Witcher who brought him here, and he can't understand why this lovable little idiot keeps seemingly trying to flirt with him, and he's definitely not going to hurt his brother by falling into bed with his mate. But fuck if Jaskier doesn't just worm his way into Geralt's heart.
Cue a winter chock full of misunderstanding, mutual pining, growing closer and falling in love.
Summary: Buck keeps needing an out from his dates and Bucky is always a call away.
WC: 3,430
C/W: Bucky says a slur, mentions of drug use (weed), slight mentions of Bucky having an ED.
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Buck felt as if he was finally able to breath as he opened the door of Bucky's car. He was finally free of Curt’s strawberry vape and Nicki Minaj’s Pink Friday Two blasting through the speakers.
Truth be told he would rather be stuck in the car than having to go inside on this date. Buck always had a hard time telling people no, one of his downfalls. So when this girl from school kept asking out Buck and he finally had given in. He knew it was going to be awkward and uncomfortable.
“Goodluck, Buck!” Curt clapped him on the shoulder as he got out of the back to get in the front.
“Remember don’t fuck on the first date.” Bucky leaned over to the open door to look at him, “If it goes bad you can give me a call. I’m gonna take Curt to work then just drive around till you’re done.”
This was something that happened a lot, almost like a pattern Buck could recognize. Giving into someone asking him on a date, he’d go and get uncomfortable and text Bucky to call him so he could leave.
“You need any?” Curt opened up his wallet showing Buck the condoms tucked in by the dollar bills.
“You just carry those with you?” Buck furrowed his eyebrows looking down at Curt.
“You don’t?”
“No…?”
“Your loss,” Curt chuckled and elbowed Bucks side, “Have fun though, really.”
“I’ll try my best,” Buck clenched his teeth sucking in a breath nervously, his hands jammed into his jacket pockets. He was weighing his options of just jumping back into Bucky's car and telling him to drive away like this was a crime.
But then he remembered then he’d have to come up with some story of why he couldn’t make it. Sorry my bird died? Sorry Bucky got a flat tire and we were stuck on the side of the road? But then he’d have to defend his answer of why Bucky was giving him a ride and he wasn’t just taking himself there. So into the shitty Olive Garden he went taking one last glance at the silver SUV as he opened the door going in.
Bucky was serenading his heart out to All American Bitch as he drove down the ‘speed bump road’ gunning down on the gas pedal everytime he hit one. He was almost expecting it as his music stopped and the obnoxious ringtone came through. Bucky quickly picked his phone up from the cup holder. “Well it's been almost 20 minutes. Are you ready for me to come back?”
“Please, I’m hiding in the bathroom.”
“That bad?”
“That bad.”
“Alright, I just dropped Curt off. I'll call you back when I'm in the parking lot.” Bucky sighed as he hung up and whipped an illegal U turn at a stoplight. Waving his hand a little as a car honked at him.
Buck sat at the table keeping his eyes focused on the half eaten, stale breadstick in front of him. He was uncomfortable and could feel the girl's eyes on him, his heart skipped a beat as his phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Buck scrambled for his phone out of his bomber jacket.
“Hello?”
“Hi, sweetie, it's your grandma. I fell while fetching myself some candy and I was wondering if you’d come help me up.” Buck turned red as he heard Bucky's voice on the other end putting on his best female voice. But alas he played along with it because this certainly was not the first time this happened. One time Bucky went as far as coming into the restaurant and saying that his dog got out. When the girl offered to help Bucky blurted out ‘oh he hates women’ then tugged Buck right out of the situation.
“Of course Grandma, I’ll be there soon, I love you, bye.” Buck hung up fast and met the girl's worried green eyes, “I gotta go, my grandma fell and I gotta help her up. But I’ll text you when I get home?”
“Oh yeah, sure I had a good time.” The girl with the auburn hair smiled awkwardly as Buck got up and set a $10 bill on the table for the waiter. Buck offered a smile before making a beeline for the door.
Bucky sat in his car laughing like a crazy person as Buck walked over and shook his head with a smirk opening the door. “I’m gonna call my actual Grandma next time if you keep doing that.” Buck snickered as he buckled up.
“Oh poor Grandma Ethel will be so disappointed you’re leaving a date with a girl to go play with your best friend.” Bucky teased poking Bucks' side. Buck rolled his eyes, swatting at the others hand, “Maybe she’ll call you a faggot to your face this time.”
Bucky felt the air get a little tense as he glanced over at Buck, he wasn’t wrong by any means. His grandparents were very active in the church and it was true his grandma had called him that
“Well did you get a chance to eat?” Bucky glanced over at him as they came up on a red light.
“No, I kept stalling so I could leave.” Buck shrugged, “I don’t like pasta.”
And Bucky could’ve told him that.
“I know, well do you wanna get something? I don’t necessarily want to go home tonight.”
And Buck knew what that meant, his parents were probably fighting again.
“Yes please, I’m starving.” Buck had finally become aware of the grumbling in his stomach and remembered the two joints in his pocket.
“Well where do you wanna go?” Bucky knew the answer as soon as he looked over at Buck. His head leaned back against the headrest that stupid guilty smirk on his face.
“Jesus christ,” Bucky rolled his eyes as he took the next turn back in the other direction, “But I am not eating that.”
“I’ll pay for your food?” Buck smirked, but Bucky knew that was just a ploy to get him to eat. So if he was going to eat he was going to get something he enjoyed.
“No, I’m getting Taco Bell.” Bucky shook his head as they turned into the Chik Fil A parking lot. It was Buck's favorite, guilty pleasure food and even if Bucky didn’t agree with that he was here to make Buck happy.
“Are you going to do your Grandma Ethel impression again?” Buck asked as they pulled into the Taco Bell drive thru.
“Should I sing instead?”
“No.”
“Fine.”
“Welcome to Taco Bell, order when you’re ready.” Curts voice came through the speaker full of annoyance that certainly made this a hundred times funnier to Bucky.
Bucky cleared his throat, “Hello can I get two doritos-”
“Locos tacos, nacho fries and a large baja blast freeze?” Curt finished his order.
“How do you know every damn time!?” Bucky grumbled as they pulled up to the window.
“So the date didn’t go well?” Curt asked as he snatched Buckys card from him looking over at Buck. He also knew just as well as Bucky that Buck didn’t like these girls; he just felt bad saying no.
“No, I think I really should just stop going on dates.”
“Or maybe you can take me out for a nice meal!” Bucky put his hand on his chest smiling his cheesy smile, “Since you always end up back in my car eating your stupid Christian chicken sandwich.”
“Take us both out for a nice dinner. If I have to eat fucking Taco Bell for dinner one more fucking time. I’m gonna fucking lose my shit.” Curt grumbled as he handed the card back. Curt knew if he didn’t eat at work though he’d probably go hungry for the night. He didn’t come from much money and he worked to help keep a roof over his mother and little brother's head.
“Hey who are we mind fucking?” Dickie poked his head around the corner from the kitchen.
“Dickie!” Bucky cheered unbuckling and basically leaned his entire body inside the window.
“What’s up? Oh my god it’s Buck and Fuck!” Dickie jogged over to the window shouldering Curt out of the way, “Hambone!”
“The whole team is here I see,” Bucky snickered as the other blonde came over, “This place wouldn’t run without you guys.”
“Yeah, literally our manager quit this morning. So yeah Curts in charge of the evening shifts.” Hambone clapped him on the shoulder then took his hat running off to the front.
“Fuckin’ hell!” Curt grumbled, “Would love to continue our conversation but I gotta go play fuckin’ boss.”
“Enjoy it, Curt. Make them your bitches!” Bucky laughed as he took the drink and bag of food from him, handing it off to Buck.
“Now get the hell out of my drive thru!”
“Love you too Curt!” Buck yelled as Bucky drove off.
“That place would burn to the ground without him. Dickie would leave something somewhere and walk away from it next thing you know the best Taco Bell around exploded.” Bucky laughed as he made an exploding sound popping his lips.
“Maybe, or they could hire a competent adult to manage it.” Buck shook his head as he chewed on the straw of his drink.
“But what's the fun in that? Think about how funny it is to hear that Taco Bell is run by three high school boys who barely know their left from their right.”
“This is the economy we live in now.” Buck shook his head, “Are we going to the usual? I got some joints with me?”
“Yep, do you wanna smoke first or eat?” Bucky hummed as he pulled into the big empty parking lot of what once was a KMart. This had become their spot of escaping Bucks dates and eating shitty fast food and just talking.
“Eat, I’m too hungry.” Buck unbuckled his seatbelt and moved his seat back, getting comfortable.
“Sounds good to me,” Bucky shrugged as he turned the car off and Buck was finally able to have a break of what had been Nicki Minaj song after song. Bucky reached over the center console and grabbed his Taco Bell bag off the floor.
“So what were the fatal flaws of this girl, Buck?” Bucky asked while fishing a taco from the bag.
She wasn’t you.
“I don’t know, she just kept talking about herself. I don’t know, I only said yes to her because I felt bad saying no.” Buck couldn’t explain to anyone in particular why he never was really interested in women. Sure he’s had his fair amount of sexual encounters and lots of kissing with them. He thought it was just because he hadn’t met the right one. “And yeah I know I need to learn to say no it’s just hard.”
“I’m not used to being the level headed reasonable one here, but it’s not fair to you or the girls.” Buck knew that Bucky was making sense and he had fallen into some alternative universe where Buck and Bucky swapped bodies.
“I know this is weird for me, it’s like Freaky Friday.” Buck just wanted to get off the topic of his botched dates. He just wanted to enjoy his chicken sandwich and smoke a joint with his best friend.
“I’m gonna be Jamie Lee Curtis then, you can be Lindsey.”
“I’m too sober to think about this.” Buck set his half eaten sandwich down and pulled the small plastic tube out of his pocket.
“You used the pink paper I got you?” Bucky perked up excited seeing the two joints with the pink wrapping paper.
“Why wouldn’t I? Pink makes everything better.” Buck glanced over at Bucky; everything was dark besides a lamp post in the parking lot slightly illuminating the car; Although, Buck believed Bucky's big, silly smile illuminated them. When he looked at him it was just this different feeling, but he didn’t know what that feeling was.
Bucky watched as Buck put the joint between his lips and fought with his lighter to get it to go. But then it lit and he watched as Buck closed his eyes and took a hit waiting a moment before exhaling. “Okay, don’t hit it too hard, okay?”
“I know,” Bucky stuck out his tongue at him like a child and took the pink joint. It never took much to get Bucky high, he rarely smoked and if he did it was with Buck. He’d get fidgety and nervous around others then start to panic the few times he smoked at one of Bucks parties.
Buck took the joint from Bucky fast as he exhaled and the coughing began. Bucky's face turned slightly red as he coughed into his elbow.
“Here, take a drink.” Buck grabbed his water bottle off the floor and opened it for him.
“No, I'm still choking.” Bucky's voice raspy as he continued coughing, opening the door to spit out the nastiness, “Let me have another hit.”
“In a moment, after you drink some water.” Bucky took the water bottle reluctantly, taking a few sips of water and settling himself, “Okay now just take it easy.”
Bucky swapped the metal water bottle for the joint back and took a smaller hit. Buck almost had forgotten his sandwich as he just watched the other. Buck could watch him do anything and be amazed. There were so many football practices or games where he just would get so distracted from just watching Bucky. His large, veiny hands gripped around the football. The way the football pants really accentuated his ass.
“Wow,” Bucky handed the joint back, coming to full realization he was stupid high from three hits. He rubbed his eyes and Buck could see the redness already setting in.
“I’m gonna finish this off now and eat your tacos that Dickie slaved away making for you.” Buck snickered as he relit the joint, “How’d your test go?”
“I dunno, I don’t do fractions, probably not good.” Bucky rambled through his bites of taco, “Do you want some nacho fries?”
“I don’t know how you eat those.” Buck pushed away Bucky's hand that was holding out an orange fry with too much seasoning on it.
“These are so much better than your church fries. Oh my god the body of christ.” Bucky laughed, grabbing onto Buck's shoulder and shaking him a bit, “Listen if these are the body of christ I’m going to start going to church with Croz.”
Both had finished eating and Bucky reclined his seat back, his hands behind his head as he stared out the sunroof, “Do you think we’ll get married someday?”
“What?” Buck felt his heart skip a beat as he reclined his seat back and looked over at Bucky.
“No I mean like…I don’t know I meant like what if by the time we are 30 and were still not married we should marry each other. Like for the benefits you know?”
“Okay,” Buck snickered, “Would we still have a wedding?”
“I think we should, why waste the opportunity. But I don’t think Grandma Ethel would be very supportive of it. She’d probably say something silly about you starting on fire if you ever entered the church again. Would we get married in a church? I don’t think we should…well I guess if you wanted to or well your parents would want maybe? We could go to one of those progressive churches, like the one Croz goes to that has nacho fries communion.” Bucky rambled with no particular thought behind him.
Buck stared blankly at Bucky. He was absolutely gorgeous, his jawline sharp and that silly, goofy smile still spread on his face.
“I think Croz should get ordained too then he can marry us, or maybe by the time 30 were 30. Dogs can be ordained ministers then Meatball can marry us, he can wear a little suit.”
“I don’t know if Meatball will still be around by the time we're 30.”
“I’m telling you he’s a vampire, he’s gonna colonize Mars.” Bucky hummed, “I’m gonna sing at our weddings too you can’t tell me no, what should I sing? Maybe a love song? I got my drivers license last week.” Bucky started singing and Buck reached over cupping his hand over his mouth to shut him up.
Bucky laughed as he pushed off Buck, “Just like we always talked about!”
“I’d rather listen to Croz sing.”
“You’re such a liar I can see it on your face,” Bucky rolled his eyes poking the others cheek and rolled back onto his back and let his hand linger a little before finding Bucks and interlocking their fingers, “So maybe if we're married we could save some more money and buy a house together. I mean we don’t have to share a bed or anything like that but we could maybe get one with the in-laws sweet. I can live in the in-laws sweet, it’ll be like a bachelor pad. Or we could just live in a house with separate rooms I don’t know. Do you think Croz and Bubbles are gonna get married?”
“Definitely do you say the way they look at each other. Everytime Croz sees him his pupils turn into hearts like a cartoon.”
“For sure, Bubbles is probably the best guy to ever be in a relationship with. Croz tells me that he brings him flowers when they go on dates. You know what if they become our neighbors? They would be like a nuclear 50’s couple. Except I don’t think Croz would be a housewife? But I bet they would buy a house together, that's the house next to ours. But they would for sure have like two ankle biters and live this life. Croz would for sure be in the PTA.” He stopped as Buck gently cradled Bucky's face and ran his thumb over his bottom lip gently.
Bucky felt his cheeks turn bright red as he stared into the others beautiful, blue eyes.
He felt the butterflies beginning to slap around in his stomach as Buck leaned over. He could feel Bucks' breath as their lips were dangerously close.
Then his phone began to ring.
“Shit, it’s my mom.” Buck rolled his eyes, sitting up and answering it. Bucky felt like he had lost all the heat and he was cold again. They’d only ever kissed once before. It was while they were high one time out in the woods behind Bucks house. There was a little creek with a small bridge. They were sitting on the bridge and it had just happened. It wasn’t anything long, but Bucky wanted to do it again and again.
“Sorry I lost track of time, I'll be home soon. Okay bye.” Buck let out a sigh and rubbed his eyes, “How’re you feeling? I can drive, it's worn off for me.”
“I’m feeling fine, do you have eye drops? There’s Axe in the glove compartment.
“Only time your nasty boy perfume comes in handy.” Buck handed the eye drops over to Bucky.
“See you’re thanking me now and you’ll thank me later when Mary Cleven doesn’t know you were off smoking weed with me.” Bucky rolled down the windows and dropped the eye drops into his eyes.
“Don’t count on it,” Buck sprayed the air with axe and then himself, “God it reeks of teenage boy.”
“Not all of us can afford Johnny Depp Dior cologne.” Bucky started the car and turned on Drivers License. Look it was stuck in his head
“Goddamnit,” Buck tilted his head into the headrest.
“You know you love it!” Bucky laughed as he began to sing and Buck couldn’t help but sing along with him.
“And I know we weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way for no one!” The two sang Bucky with one hand on the steering wheel, the other conducting his imaginary band as they drove back to Bucks. He knew he’d probably get chewed out by his mom but it was worth it in his opinion to get to spend time with Bucky.
Sure they hung out all the time but no one knew him the way Bucky knew him. They had become each other's safe spaces. If Bucky needed away from his parents he could go to Buck.
If Buck needed a break from studying and doing homework all the time he knew who to call. And maybe he could call if he needed a good someone to kiss.
This Sunrinse news makes me want to free the os I never could be bothered to post because... Well... You know. So here is a thing that apparently dates back from 2021. Don't ask me I don't remember haha.
Funny Meeting You Like This
“How long do we have to stay for?” Chaff asked in a bored tone.
Watching the tall pretentious building in front of them, Haymitch couldn’t say he didn’t sympathize. There were better things to do on a Saturday morning than attending an elementary school’s art exhibition – like sleep-in for instance.
“Nobody forced you to come.” he reminded his best friend, a little grumpy himself. He enjoyed his Saturdays lie-ins. He never took them for granted anymore, not when the relatively new addition to his house liked to wake up at dawn and he was scared to let her run unsupervised around the place. She was a good kid but she didn’t have a real grasp on what could be considered dangerous yet. She certainly didn’t seem to think it was problematic for an eight year-old to handle his old cranky stove…
“And miss my best girl’s project?” Chaff scoffed, giving a little tug with his only remaining hand. The little girl who had been walking between them, holding both of their hands in the weirdest most awkward chain ever glanced up at him, the expression on her face telling him exactly just how much she cared about that whole art thing. Katniss would have rather been running around the woods behind their house right then, mud and chilly weather notwithstanding.
Chaff loved the kid like he was his own – or at least a younger annoying little brother – but sometimes he wanted to strangle him.
Today was one of those days.
Now, it didn’t take much to convince Chaff to go to a bar but nobody would have accused The Capitol of being the kind of joint he usually patronized.
Chaff liked his bars with some character, chaffed booths, dimmed lights, dubious looking bowls of peanuts, stained counters… That was where you found the best booze – and the easiest ladies.
The Capitol had none of that.
It had spotless gleaming mahogany surfaces everywhere, cozy little booths and tables that belonged more in a hip café or a tea parlor, bright lights that blinded you after a while – and too many glasses – and, more importantly, it had fancy cocktails with little umbrellas in them and unpronounceable names. And that was without mentioning the low bass of the pop music that made up the background noise.
Summary: Bucky has the flu…again but Buck is there to make it better.
WC: 1,195
C/W: Mentions of throwing up and naked body’s.
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Buck was sitting at his desk working on his homework. Bucky was curled up in his bed mindlessly scrolling on his phone. The sound of Bucky's mouth breathing filled the room.
He hadn’t felt good all day and he made sure everyone knew that. Buckys was always vocal about his feelings and he tended to come down with man flu.
Buck jumped slightly as he heard Bucky let out his loud sneezes. They always came in threes and they could wake the dead.
“Woah there,” Buck turned in the office chair. Bucky was sitting himself up as he grabbed a handful of tissues.
“I hate not being able to breathe,” Bucky groaned as he felt his stomach begin to ache again.
Buck sighed as he stood up from his desk and walked over holding a hand to the other's forehead, “John you’re burning up, this is probably more than just the cold you say it is.”
“I don’t know,” Bucky swallowed as he rolled out of the bed fast dashing to the attached bathroom. Buck stood back up from the bed as he heard the sounds of Bucky's vomit hitting the water.
“Sh, it’s okay.” Buck sighed, rubbing his back as he sat on his knees next to Bucky. The brunette rested his head against the cold tiled wall. He felt absolutely disgusting, his breath hot and slimy. The taste of vomit still on his mouth as he pushed his curls from his forehead, “I’m going to go get you some water okay?”
Bucky only nodded before he felt the saliva rush to his mouth again and threw up into the toilet. He hadn’t felt good for two days now, today seemingly its at its worst. Anything he consumed that wasn’t water he couldn’t keep down. He had been sent home early from school and waited patiently for Buck to come home.
Bucky wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he tried to pull himself up with the counter but his legs ached. He’d been having body aches all day and sweating but shivering.
Buck came back with the water and saw Bucky with his back pressed up against the vanity he had a fistfull of the light blue rug.
“Feeling a little bit better?” Buck got on his knees as he cradled Bucky's face gently.
“Don’t breathe my air,” Bucky mumbled as he tried to duck away from Buck.
“Doesn’t matter,” Buck sighed as he held the cup up to Bucky's lips and helped him take a few sips, “I think you should take a shower, it’ll clear your sinuses. Might make you feel better too.”
“Can’t get up,” Bucky whined, “Everything hurts.”
Buck was familiar with Bucky and his man flu but this time. This was genuine and he could tell his Bucky was in pain. “I’ll shower with you then.”
He watched Bucky's cheeks heat up red and a small smile pricked on him.
Buck smiled to himself as he sat Bucky back up against the vanity and closed his bedroom door and then the bathroom door. He turned on the water in the shower, closing the sliding glass door. Buck tugged off his shirt then undid his belt kicking his khakis off to the side.
“Geez, at least take a guy on a date first.” Bucky smiled, his voice hoarse and barely audible.
“Maybe when you’re feeling better,” Buck smiled as he began taking Bucky's arms out of the sleeves of his sweatshirt. He pulled off his shirt and Bucky giggled as he poked his side causing him to laugh.
“Stop,” Bucky snickered, slapping Bucks hand away. Buck shook his head with a smile.
“Can you get your own pants off?” Buck asked as he pulled the fluffy socks off of him tossing them to the side with the puked on sweatshirt and shirt.
Bucky nodded as he hooked his hands onto the waistband and tugged them off with his boxers.
Buck had to remind himself that now was not the time to be hot and bothered by Bucky's cock.
“I’m so cold,”
“Just give me a second,” Buck stood back up, sliding off his briefs and getting two clean towels out from the shelf and hanging them up.
Bucky was in his own state of a fever dream, he felt like he was looking at an angel.
The way Buck's hair darkens as it gets wet,his blue eyes stare down into his. He basically drags him onto the floor of the shower and propped him up against the wall. He wanted to make out with Buck but he couldn’t get him sick, he had perfect attendance.
Buck sat down next to Bucky on the floor of the shower. Both of them had their legs scrunched up, “Are you comfortable, John?”
“Jus’ fine, Gale.”
“Hush,” Buck chuckled as he pumped some shampoo into his hand and gently began to massage it into Buck's hair. It had been a few days since Bucky's last shower, he would come home from school and sleep until he had to go again.
Buck grabbed the detachable shower head and pulled Bucky between his legs.
“Tilt your head back for me, sweety.”
Buck gently rinsed the shampoo from his hair then repeated with the conditioner.
Bucky struggled brushing his teeth without gagging but after they got his body washed. Buck dried himself before drying Bucky and leaving him in the warm bathroom while he got dressed and got Bucky some clean clothes. He ended up pulling off the sheets and putting clean bedding on messily then rushing back to the bathroom.
Bucky was sitting on the toilet lid, his head leaned against the wall, his brown grown out curls stuck to his face.
“Still warm?” Buck asked, feeling bad for taking a moment.
“Plenty,” Bucky took the red flannel pants and Boxers from Buck.
“Good,” Buck watched him to make sure he didn’t fall or get sick again.
Once bucky finished changing Buck took no time before he picked him up giving him a piggyback ride to bed. “Thanks,” Bucky smiled as he snuggled into the clean sheets and comforter.
“For sure, I put your dirty clothes into the washer.” Buck set the glass of water on Bucky's night stand.
“Will you nap with me?” Bucky stuck out his bottom lip and put on his puppy eyes. Buck so badly wanted to say yes and sleep till the morning pressed into Buck. But at the same time Buck had a big test to study for and he didn’t wanna get sick.
“I’d love to, but I gotta study and I’m gonna sleep in a spare room.” Buck frowned, “I’ll lay with you till you fall asleep though, roll over and let me be the big spoon since Curt isn’t here.
Bucky chuckled as he turned over onto his other side, excited to just feel Bucks' warmth on him. Buck took no time turning off the light and laying down next to him.
It took moments of Buck laying down next to him before he was conked out open mouth snoring.
Buck smiled to himself and kissed the top of Bucky's head.
Haymitch had been sitting in his car for a long time, staring at the monstrosity of glass and steel he hadn’t known could exist only a few miles away from his classic house in his classic town. It must have been built during one of his most serious alcoholic binge periods because… Well, he was pretty sure even he who took pride in not getting involved in anything concerning the town or its people would have noticed something like that being built.
It was awful.
A modern heap of steel cubes with bay windows that afforded no privacy at all. It was his nightmare idea of a home. A literal glass house. Well… house. The word seemed too small to describe the… thing in front of him. Its only saving grace, Haymitch figured, was the absence of neighbors for miles around. Although if a crazy serial killer took a liking to stalking a single woman living in a glass house, that might not be the blessing she banked on.
For the fifth time, he glanced down at the bottle of wine on the passenger seat and wondered exactly in what trap he was about to head into.
