Looking over when you heard the door open, you smiled to yourself. In walked Dean. “Hey you.” You greeted him, pouring him a shot before he’d even reached you. “Is it a double kinda night?” You asked him gently. Sometimes he just came in to chat, other nights...weren’t so good.

Dean’s heart skipped a beat when he saw you smiling at him. “Hey, sweetheart.” He grinned, sitting on the barstool. “Nah, just another night.” He shook his head. There’d been many nights where she helped him sort through the shit strom in his head. There was something about you that made him just spill his guts. 

“Good.” You slid him the shot glass. “Where’s the other one?” You teased. “Not used to seeing one without the other.” 

He chuckled. “The flu.” He downed his shot. “Beer, sweetheart?” He asked, licking his lips. “How’s busniess been?” It’d been about a month since he’d been in, so he wanted to talk to you about anything he could. 

Opening your mouth to say something, there was a commotion across the bar. “Damn it, Phil.” You side, hopping over the bar. You’d gotten used to dealing with the drunken patrons of the bar at this point. “Break it up, guys!” You reached over and yanked Phil’s shirt while slapping Will’s arm. “Do I need to ban you again?” You threatened. Six months prior you’d banned them for a week. Neither were pleased and had usually behaved themselves. 

Dean watched you. You had no issue holding your own against two guys that would have made Dean second guess pissing them off. Neither were small men, that was for sure. He blushed as you turned, shaking your head as the two men glared at each other. 

“That answer your question?” You asked, running a  hand through your hair. 

“Mostly.” He nodded. Also made him believe there was no way you’d want to go out with just another bar goer, but how else would he see you? Once behind the bar, you leaned on your arms nearby. Sipping his beer, he felt something he wasn’t really used to feeling around women- intimidated, nervous...and shy. Shy! Him of all people. 

You tilted your head. “I can hear you thinking, Dean.” You reached over and poked his arm. “Talk to me.” Your voice was kind, which somehow made it worse. 

Dean swallowed, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m good.” He managed.

Sam was currently out for a jog, leaving you and Dean in the motel room. Biting your lip, you pushed your nerves down and looked at the older Winchester. “Hey, Dean?” You cleared your throat after, your voice sounding off to you. 

Raising an eyebrow, he looked at you. “What’s up?” He asked, noting the look on your face. “Everything okay?” 

You blushed lightly. “I...I was wondering if you could gimme some advice?” You started. “On how to get Sam to notice me?” You added. 

“What are you talking about, of course he notices you.” He chuckled. “Just ten minutes ago he asked you to toss him his sneakers.” He shook his head. “And you do travel with us a lot.” 

Letting your head fall back, you let out a breath before looking at him again. “Not that way, Dean.” You muttered. “Like, how he looks at the pretty waitresses...” You picked a piece of lint off your pants. 

Dean was silent for a moment. “OH!” He nodded. “I can try.” He agreed, making you rush over and hug him, a grin on your face. “No promises, sweetheart.”

Steve couldn’t help but smile softly as he watched Bucky laughing with Nat a few feet away. When Bucky started to look his way, Steve quickly looked away, not wanting to be caught staring. Licking his lips, he leaned on the front of the car, hood open. He heard footsteps and busied himself quickly. “You’ve been working on this for over an hour, Steve. Shouldn’t you be done by now?” Nat teased him gently. “Or do you just like looking like this?” She poked his arm. 

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You caught me.” He joked. “No, uh, just keep getting distracted.” He shrugged a shoulder. There was a light blush on his cheeks. 

Bucky wondered if Steve was flirting with Nat. Chewing on his lip, he just listened to them for a few minutes. He only snapped out of it when Nat waved a hand in front of his face. “Hm? What?” He blinked. 

Steve thought he looked adorable like that. “I asked if you’re coming to dinner with us.” She laughed, amused. “We’re gonna go get some pizza.” 

“Who’s all going?” He wondered. 

“Just me and Steve right now. I’ll text the others after.” She raised an eyebrow, wondering what was up with him. “I’m sure Clint will come, Wanda will, Sam might.” She mused. “Why, don’t wanna be seen with us?” Her tone was playful. 

“S’not that.” He muttered. 

Nat furrowed her brows. “I’ll meet you in the lobby for pizza later, okay?” She glanced at Steve. “I’m gonna make this one help me choose my outfit.” Grabbing Bucky’s wrist, she dragged him behind her.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Bucky was asking you out. The same Bucky that rarely was seen with the same woman more than once. The same Bucky who didn’t do ‘dating’. “I’m not into the same type of…agreements…you are.” You turned him down. He was your friend, and you didn’t want to hurt him, but you weren’t going to baby him, either. “No, thank you, Bucky.” You took your coffee cup and went to go back to your desk. 

He watched you go before going after you. “I’m not asking for what you’re thinking.” He defended himself. “Not even close. I really like you, and I want to take you out. See how things go.” He ran a hand through his hair as you set your mug down next to your keyboard. 

“Why?” You turned to him. “Why do you suddenly want to try dating? Why do you want to try dating with me?” You asked, arms crossed over your chest. Licking your lips, you shook your head. “I’m sorry, but I know you. I know how you are with women. I love you as a close friend, but I won’t put myself in that spot.” 

“Y/N? COME ON!” You and Bucky glanced at your headphones that were resting on your chair. Your raiding party was now full, and waiting on you. 

Looking back to him, you gave him a sad smile. “I gotta get back on.” You motioned to your computer. 

“Yeah, sure.” He sighed, watching you go get set back up. 

A/N: Sorry this is really short, but I liked the short snippet of intereaction :) 

Sitting with your feet up on a chair, you licked your lips as you set your beer down. You were currently playing human while you waited for Dean to show up. Well, Sam and Dean, but it was Dean that you were looking forward to seeing. Dean fucking Winchester. As you thought of him, he walked in, causing you to bite your lip. His green eyes scanned the bar and spotted you. 

“Winchester.” You smirked as he approached. 

“Demon bitch.” He countered. “What do you want?” 

You put your feet down and leaned forward on both your elbows. “What, can’t a girl just want to see a very attractive man?” You flirted. You’d been into him for a couple years. You’d been Crowley’s go-to when it came to dealing with many things involving the Winchesters in that time. The hunter had grown on you. 

He raised an eyebrow. “You know I could gank you, right?” 

“Oh, the danger only adds to the thrill, big boy.” You chuckled, downing the last of your beer. “Just making sure no one’s killed you.” You got up. 

Sam came over with a beer for him and Dean. “Y/N.” He sighed. “What can we do for you?” His tone was slightly bored. 

You shrugged a shoulder. “Don’t die.” 

Pulling into the diner, you smiled to yourself when you saw your best friend of 19 years standing there. You parked and slid out, making your way to him. “Here I am.” You chuckled, giving him a hug. The two of you were both in college, and getting time for each other got to be hard at times. “How about we get a booth and you can tell me what’s up?” You smiled. 

He nodded. “That’d be great.” He agreed, opening the door for you. He let you choose the booth, as always. This was you go-to diner, and they knew the two of you well. 

Once you’d sat down, your waitress came and took your orders. You always got the same thing, so menus weren’t needed. “So, what had the Bruce Wayne calling me this morning in dire need of me?” You teased him. 

Bruce sighed, swallowing. “It’s Alfred, Y/N.” He told you, making your smile fall. You adored Alfred, knowing him since you were so young. To you, in some ways, the man felt immortal. “He was just diagnosed with cancer. He told me this morning, right before I called you.” He explained sadly. “He found out the other day, and didn’t want to tell me during the week because of school.” 

Reaching over, you took his hand. “Alfred is the toughest guy I know, Bruce. And my uncle is a Marine.” You gave it a small squeeze. “He’ll have this beat in no time.” Although you were trying to convice yourself, too. You were scared to lose him. “How’s he holding up? I bet that it scares him, too.” 

He let out a half chuckle. “He’s stubborn.” You knew that, though. “Demanded to keep going about life until he can’t. I told him we can hire other people and let him relax. He said that’s giving up, and he doesn’t want that.” He gave you a small smile. “Come over for dinner tonight? I’m sure having you around would be nice for him, too.” 

“I think I can do that.” You agreed easily. 

You chewed on your lip as Sam grinned at his phone. The two of you had gotten a pizza to take a break from studying, and he’d been texting since. “Want another soda?” You asked, getting up. 

He shook his head. “No, thanks.” He glanced at you. “But I’ll probably head out in like half an hour or so. Meet up with Jess for drinks. You wanna come?” He offered. 

“Nah. I’ve been up since five. I’ll probably just crash.” You lied. In reality, you’d probably call your sister to talk to her. She knew about your crush on Sam, and you’d mentioned Jess once or twice before. Now, however, you knew you were either close to being out of time to say something- or you’d already lost that chance completely. “You want the left over pizza?” You offered. 

“You can keep it.” He shrugged. “I know you’ll need something to eat when up before the sun tomorrow.” He chuckled. “Cold, probably.” He teased. “I still don’t know how you can eat cold pizza.” 

“Easy. I take it out of the box, I lift if to my face, I open my mouth, and I take a bite.” You teased him right back before going to get a soda. Hearing him laugh made your chest clench. You schooled your features and made your way back out. “So, little more studying?” You sat on the couch, facing him. 

Sam nodded. “Sure. We can both use it.” He put his phone down and pulled his notes back to his lap. “Alright...” 

Far too soon, he was packing his things up and slinging his his bag over his shoulder. “Same time in a couple days?” He asked, earning a nod. “Cool. Have a good night.” He gave you a wave before heading out. 

Your shoulders sagged as you heard the door click shut. “Shit.”

Despite having been together a couple months, there had been no actual ‘dates. It hit Steve while he was putting his art supplies away before heading to Bucky’s. They didn’t hold hands in public, they didn’t go out to the movies, they didn’t go out to eat, and Bucky didn’t post about them on social media- not that either used it much, and Steve’s was all private. Licking his lips, he wondered if Bucky wasn’t as into this as he was. Maybe he didn’t want anyone else to know he was dating the not-so-popular Steve. While he didn’t get teased like some of the others, he wasn’t exactly invited to parties, either. 

The fear that this wasn’t what Bucky really wanted ate at him while he showered, got dressed, and went to his boyfriend’s. His heart was hammering in his chest as he knocked on the door. Bucky opened it a moment later, a grin on his face. “Get in here.” He moved to the side to let Steve in. As soon as the door was shut, Bucky leaned over and kissed him softly. 

Steve kissed back, taking Bucky’s hand in his. “So, I was thinking we could go out today?” He asked softly. “Go get some lunch, maybe catch a movie?” He bit his lip. 

Bucky swallowed and faltered for a moment. “Wouldn’t you rather just curl up on the couch and cuddle? Maybe make out a bit?” He asked, giving Steve’s hand a squeeze.

He sagged at that. “Are you ashamed to be with me, Buck?” He asked, his voice wavering. Looking into Bucky’s eyes, he just wanted the truth. “Am I some secret?” 

Furrowing his brows, he looked almost offended that he would ask. “What the hell are you talking about?” He asked, stepping back. “Why would I be ashamed of being with you? I’m the one who asked you out!” He reminded the blonde.

“When’s the last time you held my hand in public?” He started. “When’s the last time we went on an actual date? Where it wasn’t me coming here, or you coming to my house? You post about what you had at three am for a snack, but have never once posted about us. Hell, I don’t even think that anyone on your pages knows you’re seeing someone.” Which was made clear by the comments some women made. When Bucky was quiet for too long, he nodded. “Call me if you decide you don’t want to hide us away.” He swallowed back tears. 

Sam walked in the front door and froze. “Babe?” He called out, kicking it shut behind him. 

“In here!” You called from upstairs. 

He made his way towards you, noting the disarray that was surrounding you. “Can I ask why it looks like a tornado went though our house...?” He wasn’t sure what to look at, causing his eyes to look everywhere. “Because I wasn’t gone that long.” He mused. 

You sighed. “I need to clean everything.” You said simply, folding a onsie. “I washed all his clothes again, and I’m putting them away now. I plan to rewash everything, go through and get rid of things that we don’t need, and get this place as clean as I possibly can.” 

Sam crouched by you. “Baby, you are 36 weeks pregnant. You should be relaxing.” He reminded you. “I don’t think you should be going crazy over trying to make things perfect. I don’t think we’re gonna notice when we’re sleep deprived and plugging our noses.” He chuckled. 

You gave him a look he knew well- back off. “Then how about you make yourself useful and help me?” You asked him sarcastically. “Maybe start going through that junk you keep in the back of our closet?” 

“I think I can do that.” He leaned over, pecking your cheek. “I can’t wait to meet him.” He beamed. 

“Me, either.” You rubbed your rounded belly, smiling at it. 

Pulling your shirt over your head, you didn’t see how Steve looked at you. As soon as your head was through, he schooled his features. “You know you can just stay here.” He reminded you. 

You leaned over and pecked his cheek. “I like my bed.” You said playfully. “Besides, I think they would notice if I walked out of your room in the morning and not my own. Then they’re gonna think something entirely different.” The two of you had been friends with benefits for a few months now, and it was working well. “Do you really want our friends, and teammates, to think we’re dating?” You asked as you grabbed your pants. 

“No.” He lied easily. Of course he wanted to date you! He just didn’t think you’d want him the same way. He felt he was too boring for you. You were so upbeat, always on the move, always looking for a new adventure. Which was how you came to live with them in the first place. 

“I’ll see you for movie night tomorrow night?” You asked once you were fully dressed. Steve was still in bed, the blanket up to his waist, leaning on his elbow. “I think it’s Sam’s turn to pick.” You mused, wondering what he would pick. 

He wondered why he wouldn’t see you the rest of the day, but didn’t ask. “I’ll be there.” He smiled. “Have a good night.” 

“Night, Stevie.” You waved before heading out. Next time the two of you would likely meet up in your room. It worked out to take turns. Overnights weren’t something that you did in this arrangement. You had your fun, and went back to your own rooms. Sure, you would have enjoyed a night curled up with the handsome man, but you didn’t want to blur lines between what this was, and feelings. If you got too attached, you’d be the one hurt. 

Hearing his door click shut, he sighed and rolled to his back. “Crap.” 

Bucky had been your best friend since you were 6. You started first grade halfway through the year, having just moved to the area. He had been the first to say hi, and later that day, the one to defend you when an older kid was teasing you. You’d been best friends since- through the horrible time that was puberty, through being each other’s first kiss (because both of you were too shy to think anyone else would), through bad dates, through graduation, through college, and no one was surprised when the two of you got an apartment together. Rent was insane, and neither of you wanted to risk getting an apartment with some psycho. 

You made a face as you saw the snow pick up. “Well, at least neither of us have to work today, right?” You looked towards Bucky as he looked for a movie to watch. “It looks like the city should shut down, but we both know it won’t.” 

“Wanna bet ten bucks we see kids trying to sled on random things later?” He asked with a chuckle. 

“You’re on.” You agreed before going to flop on the couch. “Can you please pick something before I load Netflix and choose something sappy to spite you?” You asked playfully. “You’ve been looking for like five minutes. Our movie selection hasn’t changed in the past few months.” 

He finally grabbed one and went to put it in. “Is Wonder Woman okay with you?” He asked. 

“Um, yeah!” You grinned. “I am the one who bought that, remember?” You poked him as he sat next to you. “Like I’d complain about that.” 

As Steve stood from the bath, you automatically licked your lips, tilting your head slightly just as Diana did. Bucky glanced at you as you did before his eyes went back to the screen. He had never in his life looked anything close to that. He’d always been a bit softer in the middle. Even playing football for three years in high school. “Do you think I'd finally get a girl to like me back if I lost weight?” He asked, chewing on his lip. 

It took you a moment to register what he had asked. “Wait, what?” You looked at him, brows furrowed. “Why would you ever ask that?” 

“Come on, Y/N/N.” He sighed. “I’ve never had anyone look at me anything like that.” He pointed out. 

“That you know of.” You muttered. 

Bucky looked at you, his turn to be confused. “What?” He stared at you. 

Your cheeks turned a light pink, your eyes on your lap as you played with a string on your pants. “I look at you like that all the time.” You came clean. “Have for years.” You shrugged. “I’ve always found you attractive, and I’ve always loved you.” 

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?!” He gasped, taken aback. 

“And risk you being weirded out? Or losing my best friend?” You sighed. “I couldn’t risk that.” The last thing you ever wanted was for him to pull away, but you also couldn’t stand hearing him talk like that about himself. When he didn’t say anything, your stomach was in knots. “Can we pretend that I never said this?” You asked, fighting tears, fear building that he was upset with you. 

Snapping out of his shock, he pulled you to him. “What if I don’t want to pretend that you never told me?” 

Walking into the diner, you rolled your eyes. Of course it was decked out for the beyond cheesy holiday. Pink and red hearts were on everything, there were some cutesy things hanging from the ceiling, and there was some soft love music playing. While you didn’t want to be reminded of you being single for Valentin’s day, you also didn’t want to be stuck at home cooking for one. So, you’d opted to come to a local diner to simply order for one. 

Little did you know that there was someone else there for much the same reason. From what you could see, most booths were taken by couples. There were even a few that had four people- so either it was a double date, or they were all together.  

There were two empty booths next to each other. You were in one, and a few minutes later, a man was seated by himself. A few times you’d caught his eye, and you both quickly looked away. He was cute. His blue eyes were a stark contrast to his dark hair, and while he’d still be attractive a bit slimmer... His chubbiness made him more appealing to you. You just hoped that he didn’t think you kept looking at him for any other reason. 

You surprised yourself when you slipped out of your booth and went to his. “Hi, I’m Y/N. I know this is weird, but we’re both eating alone. I was wondering if I could possibly join you?” You asked, a slight tint to your cheeks. This was so out of character for you, but something about him made you want to get to know him.

He looked up at you, clearly taken aback for a moment. “Uh, yeah, sure.” He gave you a shy smile. He watched you gather your plate and drink before sitting across from him. “Oh, sorry. I’m Bucky.” He chuckled. 

“Nice to meet you, Bucky.” You smiled. “So, how about that weather?” You said with a laugh, thankful he laughed along with you. 

Part 1

Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist. “I love you, doll.” He said gently. “I love your body.” He kissed your shoulder.

“But you like asses more.” You pouted.

“And every guy you’ve dated before me was a blonde.” He shrugged.

“That wasn’t a preference. That was just a really weird turn of events. I hadn’t even noticed until you pointed out.” You countered.

He sighed. “What can I do to show you I love you? Every inch of you?”

That night played over and over in his mind over the next week or so. He couldn’t get the look on your face out of his head. It was killing him. He thought you were the sexiest woman alive, and he loved you so damn much. 

Finally, about two weeks later, he was starting to form a plan. He ordered you some sexy lingerie that would fit you amazingly, a Y/F/C dress, and heels. He wanted to take you out and show you off, then treat you to a nice night in a hotel that you’d always eyed (but refused to ever admit wanting to visit). 

The amount of squats you had been doing was ridiculous. You’d also googled every ‘glute’ workout under the sun. You. Were. Sore. It was your rest day, so you were lounging on your couch watching a movie when Bucky came in. Carrying a couple boxes. “Whatcha got?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He wasn’t an online shopper, and often teased you for it when you refused to just go to the store. 

He grinned. “They’re for you. Go shower and get ready.” He told you. “This one is your under garments...” He handed you a very small box, winking. “This is your dress and your heels.” He handed you the larger box. “I’ll meet you in the lobby at 6.” He said happily. 

“Okay?” You sat up, intrigued. This was very unlike Bucky. “Any make up requests?” You asked as you got up. 

After thinking for a moment, he shrugged. “Make your eyes pop. I love your eyes.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Please?” 

Walking over, you kissed his cheek. “Deal.” While part of you still stung over that whole ass/boob thing, you did love the man. 

Walking into the lobby, the sounds of your heels caught his attention. He looked over, his breath catching in his throat. He’d made sure to get a dress that not only hugged your curves, but showed off your chest (but not over the top, some made him wonder how they held anything in). “Damn, doll!” He greeted you, making you blush. “You look...wow.” His hands went to your hips, giving them a small squeeze. “I am very eager to see what that lingerie looks like on you.” 

You bit your lip playfully. “Revealing.” You teased. “Now, what does my boyfriend have planned?” 

“I am slightly questioning my choice to take you to dinner and dancing as opposed to straight to our hotel room.” He flirted, his eyes scanning your body. 

Slapping his arm lightly, you grinned, enjoying this. “We can do a different dance later, handsome.” You promised.

Ever since you were a kid, Valentine’s Day was always something that meant a great deal to you. Your father would bring your mother home her favorite flowers, and take her out to dinner. He always showed her he loved her, but did a tad more for that day. For you, he’d bring you a single flower, a little stuffed animal, and take you out to lunch. It gave you nothing but fondness for the holiday. 

Now, as an adult, that hadn’t changed. Your father would have some flowers sent to you since you were too far for lunch, and it always brightened your day. As the day of love approached, your boyfriend noted how extra perky you’d been. “May I ask the reason you are so…” He made a motion with his hands one night at dinner. “Jubilant?” He chuckled. 

“It’s almost Valentine’s Day!” You grinned. “It’s one of my favorite holidays. Probably my second favorite.” You explained. “I’ll get flowers from my father, for one. He’s always done something for me and my mother for it. Besides, I love seeing all the couples shower each other with love, and post about each other. There’s proposals, there’s simple home made gifts, and more. It’s just beautiful.” 

Loki nodded, having heard of everything people did for it. He had planned to do nothing about this day- finding it a bit trivial. It had seemed so over the top and fake with the ‘loviness’ of it all. However, seeing your excitement, he changed his mind. He had just under a week to plan something that lived up to your love of the holiday. No pressure.