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♦️ Mob! Bucky Barnes x Chef! Reader ♦️

Your baked treats are suspiciously good and it attracts the mob boss’ attention.

CW: fluff, humor, obsession, meet cute, smitten Bucky, grumpy Bucky

Words: 750

A/N: Engagement is so low these days, I might not bother writing more, but I still really liked this idea, so here we go with this drabble ^^

Bucky Barnes masterlist || Part 2

Bucky hates these meetings.

When he took over the organization, he didn't think there'd be so many pleasantries involved. 

While he knows some degree of diplomacy is required, he expected a lot less talking and a lot more killing. That at least, he can't mess up. It is second nature, after all. When the handle of a blade fills his palm, he truly feels home. 

But this… 

It makes the killer in him antsy, restless. What he'd trade for a good, old-fashioned hunt. A worthy chase. He misses it, the thrill that coursed through him whenever he cornered a target. The fear shining in their eyes, the realization there would be no tomorrow…

The prospect makes his blood sing. 

He listens intently to Danny’s report, twirling the glass of brown liquor in his hand. 

"We found out who the mole was." Bucky perks up, his attention fully drawn. Each of his men does the same, their faces tight. The sting of betrayal permeates the air, clogging the room even more than the lingering clouds of smoke. There’s been a rat in their ranks for too long. He's been feeding information to the FBI for weeks, ruining deliveries, delaying shipments. 

Bucky’s mouth twists in contempt as pictures are tossed on the low wooden table brimming with manila folders and half-empty glasses of alcohol.

He takes in the face of the traitor. 

Rumlow. He knows he should have erased every trace of the old organization, but the bastard did good work and never asked too many questions. Turns out it’s because he was too busy running his damn mouth.

"What should we do about it, boss?" Danny asks. 

"Bring him to me. I’ll deal with him myself," he replies without hesitation, emptying his glass to its dregs before clenching his jaw. 

But the unhinged train of Bucky’s murderous thoughts is halted when his gaze lifts to one of his henchman, Leo, humming loud enough for him to hear.

"What are you doing?"

The boy freezes. Dark crumbs line his mouth as he looks at his boss with wide eyes.

A nervous stutter spills from his mouth.

"Just…eating a brownie, sir."

Bucky squints at Leo, a deep scowl scrunching his features.

He slaps the brownie out of the boy’s hand who watches it fall to the floor with a dejected expression.

"Eating a brownie, huh? What do you think this is? The neighborhood bake sale?"

Another subtle moan rises to his left and Bucky’s gaze narrows to yet another one of his henchmen indulging in the sweet delights. 

His voice trembles as he points at the plate of brownies.

"They are really good, sir. You should try one."

"I should-" 

Bucky scoffs, disbelief fluttering through him as he notices how many of the brownies have already been eaten. 

"Whatever. I swear to god if you don’t s-"

The mobster’s irate rant is halted when a brownie is shoved into his mouth by a henchman. Bucky frowns at the audacity, ready to end the meeting and commit murder on the spot, but…then the taste melts on his tongue, sweet and subtle. Heavenly. The scowl on his face eases as anger dissipates. 

"Who baked these?"

"The new chef, sir."

His frown returns. 

"New chef? What happened to the old chef?"

"He was…disposed of when we realized he was lacing the food with poison."

"Disposed of?"

The henchman who spoke shifts awkwardly in his chair.

"You slit his throat, sir."

Bucky nods as slow remembrance sneaks inside his mind. He’s not sure how that memory escaped him. The man screamed a lot. It left quite an impression.

"Right, I forgot that."

The meeting resumes but Bucky’s mind is elsewhere. It’s not often he’s comforted by something as trivial as baked goods. This is uncanny; he needs to inquire more about this new chef.

Their intentions should be gauged anyway. Who knows? Maybe they too, will need their throat slit. 

He’d never slit your throat. Bucky’s sure of that. 

When the mob boss entered the kitchen, his intentions were clear. Interrogate or intimidate, most likely both. But when he gets a glimpse of your angelic face, wrinkled in focus while you cover a cake in chocolate frosting, Bucky feels like he’s being stabbed right through the heart. Over and over again. He could have collapsed right here and then. 

And when you lift your head to smile at him - the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen - Bucky knows he’s fucking lost. 

Instantly, he knows, he needs to have you, no matter what it takes.

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Eddie Munson is a forehead kiss guy. (Well an any kiss guy really but) LOVES when you’re sitting in his lap or laying over him and you push his curls up and away to plant a smooch. Refuses to admit it out loud but that kind of innocent show of affection makes him QUAKE. He’s already blushing, grinning like a goofball before you’re even pulling away to look at him. It makes you want to do it again, so you do. He always laughs the second time, tries to play it off by calling you a sap, but you can tell he loves it by the way his eyes have become all soft and shiny. Literally like a puppy dog he’ll lean forward into your mouth to get one more to the forehead, closer to between his eyebrows, before moving up to kiss the smug smile right off your face the second it appears.

reader inviting friends in her house and getting drunk and once her friends leave one of her siblings (maybe another character) calls eddie because reader fell asleep while sitting on a chair and her head on the table and their sibling cant carry them and when eddie arrives he carries reader to her bedroom then before eddie leaves he gives a forehead kiss to reader and while he was about to walk out reader grabs his hand and begs him to stay with her lol

warnings: swearing, thats it but please tell me if i missed something!

pairing; eddie munson x drunk!henderon!reader

a/n: i had to make dustin the brother because i mean COME ON ITS THE CUTEST ONE!!!

you sat on the couch, singing some song while your friends grabbed the bottle from your hands and put it on the table

you loved inviting your friends over, especially since your mom was either not home or working all day, so why not take advantage?

you usually don’t drink, but after some convincing, your friends got you to drink and have fun. which they now regret seeing how wasted you were 

dustin usually came home late, your friends got up and walked out, dustin walked in, smelling the alcohol and seeing your best friend, lora, smiling at him

“have fun with that” she said as she patted dustin’s shoulder and walked out

he closed the door and looked at you, noticing your overly drunken state, “jesus. y/n. how much did you drink” he sighed

“dusty!” you exaggeratedly squealed, “give me hugs!” you said, getting up and running to him with open arms

“no!” he yelled and ran away, “absolutely not. gross”

you pouted, “why don’t you just go to bed” he said and you sat back in the couch, your eyes slowly closing

“not here!—come on, man” he sighed and picked up the phone

soon enough, dustin opened the door, revealing eddie, who quickly walked in to see you sleeping while laying your head on the table

“attacked me with a hug, it was traumatizing” dustin said, screwing his face up at the thought of hugging his own sister, how disgusting

“jeez, must have been a fun night”

“not for me! had to deal with her gross drooling when i was waiting for you. i’m out” he said and went into his room, closing the door as eddie playfully rolled his eyes and walked towards your sleepy self

“baby?” he said as he slightly shook you and you just mumbled, “alright, come on, off to bed” he said, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you kept your eyes closed

he placed you on the bed, and couldn’t help but notice your make up. he always liked watching you do your make up, or even remove it. not because he really cared, just liked staring at you, but he learned some things along the way

he grabbed the cotton and make up remover, placing a good amount on the cotton as he began wiping your face. once he was done, he stroked your hair, once he made sure you were asleep, he was about to walk out until he heard a sound. he looked behind him to see you sitting up now

you pouted as you made grabby hands at him, and he just chuckled, going back into your bed and holding you close, as you began falling back into your sleep while holding his hand

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