#sebastian stan fan fiction

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

hello, something I came up with that was initially supposed to be written with chris as the man, but seeing as I no longer write for him, I give a huge thanks to @royalsweetteaa for helping me choose.

summary - sebastian decides to download tumblr and comes across your blog, slowly, he becomes obsessed with you and your work.

warning - smut, obsession, masturbation, oral sex, swearing, slightly dark content.

18+ only please, the gif and header I use aren't mine.

On a cool Saturday night, Sebastian lies in bed, staring at his phone as he looks at the app he has just downloaded. He had heard many things about it, had heard that there was fanfiction written about him on this app. Sebastian didn’t think he would ever download Tumblr, but he was taking a small break from acting, hiding away from the world and thinking, why not. He didn’t know if reading what the fans wrote about him would be creepy or exhilarating.

He thinks for a few seconds as he tries to think of a perfect username. Sebastian lets out a noise as one comes to mind. His fingers move fast as he types ‘nottherealstan’, smiling triumphantly when his account is created, and many things appear on his home screen. He lies there for a while, scrolling through, wondering where these stories would be, not wanting to type his name in, but maybe he has to. 

His fingers move to the search bar, typing in his name and fanfiction at the end of it. His eyes widen as he scrolls through, taking his time to read the many stories designed about him. He couldn’t believe his eyes at how people could bring incredible stories to life with just the idea of one person. He continues to scroll until one story catches his eye. 

‘I’m a sucker for you.’ He reads the title, humming as it begins to sound interesting as he reads the summary. He gasps, feeling his cock twitch at how descriptive it starts to get. His hand slowly slides down his body and underneath his trackies. 

You knelt on the ground, looking up at the blue-eyed man, feeling yourself throbbing between your legs as you watched him suck on the lollipop that you were previously sucking on. Your lips and tongue are stained a soft pink, and you whimper when Sebastian slowly drags the lolly from his mouth, making a popping sound and placing it into yours. “Suck, bunny. Be a good girl for Daddy.” 

Sebastian groans, stroking his cock up and down as he continues to read. His breath picks up. No other story had lived up to this one. He felt needy. He could feel sweat building and pre-cum leaking. He quickly blinked away the fuzziness building before his eyes, needing to read more.

You wrap your lips around the lollipop as Sebastian unbuckles his belt, slowly unzipping his pants. You suck hard on the cherry-flavoured lolly, moaning when your eyes land on his hardened member, drooling at the sight of the pre-cum leaking from his angry tip. “You going to be a good bunny and suck on daddy’s cock?” You nod, opening your mouth wider, allowing him to remove the lollipop, replacing it with his member. You moan, eyes slipping closed when the sweet flavour is mixed with his musky one, immediately becoming your new favourite flavour. 

Sebastian moans, squeezing his cock, picking up his pace. Tingles shoot through his body as he realises the thrill of this, imagining an imaginary woman on her knees for him, sucking his cock and worshipping him. No matter his fame, he could never find a woman to act like this for him. Be his little slut, his bunny. “Fuck!” He can’t stop his head from falling back, stroking his cock faster. He needs to stop because he wants to make it to the end of the story. Sebastian squeezes his base, swiping his thumb across his tip and shivering. “C’mon, don’t cum like a damn teenager.” His eyes move back to his phone.

Your head bobs back and forth on his cock, gagging and choking as you take as much of him as you can. Your tiny hands rest on his thighs, moaning as you feel him. Sebastian’s hands fall onto your head, assisting you. His cock twitches, thrusting into your throat, grunting and groaning at the feel of your mouth around his cock. You stare up at him with wide eyes, and your hand moves from his thighs, making its way to his heavy sacks, watching his breath hitch when you cup them. You caress them, softly tugging as you suck and slobber all over his thick member. 

Sebastian feels his orgasm quickly approaching, causing him to squeeze his cock and slam his eyes shut. He can’t, and he shouldn’t. This was so wrong but so good. He could imagine himself in the story and desperately wanted to be the man in the story. The story may have been written about who he is, but he was jealous. He wanted someone like Bunny to be here, be with him. Sebastian wanted to see how this would end. He needed to finish the story before he came. It had seemed that this was a series, and he wondered if it could get any more spicier. 

You continue to suck his cock, moaning when you feel him twitch in your mouth, filling it with thick spurts of his salty cum. You swallow all his goodness, sucking him dry and licking him clean. Your tongue swirls around his tip before you pull off with a pop. Sebastian strokes your head, smirking down at you with hooded eyes. “Good little bunny. Did so good for Daddy.” You whine, grinding against your foot, pouting up at him and opening your mouth when he grabs the lollipop again. You moan against it, sucking on it while he picks you up. “My bunny deserves a treat.”

Sebastian groans, thick amounts of cum spurting out of his swollen tip and all over his hand and sheets. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and his chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath. “Jesus…” He looks back at his phone, eyes widening. “What?! That was the end!” He looks around, knowing this is a series, but there’s no link for part two. “C’mon… What…” He whines, clicking on the blog, feeling his cock twitch at the username, ‘ahornylittlebunny’. 

He scrolls down, checking to see if there is an update, and he lets out a sigh of relief when he sees a post you made that same day. Sebastian imagines how cute you must look when you type these stories out. He reads your words, fascinated.

‘hi, all! I know you’ve all been waiting for part two of I'm a sucker for you, and you’ll be happy to know that I'll be posting it later tonight!’ 

Sebastian licks his lips, knowing he must be present when you post the story. His fingers move fast, clicking your notifications and turning them on. He needed to see everything you posted. He spent the whole night reading everything you’ve written, smirking at the posts about him, saying if you ever met him, you’d instantly become his little slave. Your eyes widen slightly from the other side, watching your phone blow up with notifications of likes, comments, and reblogs from someone named ‘nottherealstan.’

Sebastian can slowly feel himself becoming obsessed, he doesn’t even know who you are, but he’s intrigued and wants you. His eyes light up when he gets a notification that part two has finally been posted, and he feels his cock harden, already leaking pre-cum. “Fuck, such a good bunny.” He growls, clicking the story and slipping his hand into his pants. He groans as he reads, never having read something so sexual before. The title perfectly describes everything for him. ‘beyond your wildest dreams’.

Sebastian slips between your legs as you sleep, groaning when your legs fall open, exposing your glistening cunt to his hungry gaze. He licks his lips, sliding his hands up and down your thighs, getting closer to the sweetest treasure he’s ever known. “Such a cute little bunny, so soft and sweet.” He nuzzles closer, creeping near your cunt. Sebastian slides his hands to your hips, gripping them and dragging you closer to his face. You whimper in your sleep as his tongue swipes against your folds, drinking your juices in and wrapping his lips around your swollen pearl, sucking it into his mouth. “Taste like a dream, bunny.” He groans into you.

Sebastian moans, gripping his cock and rapidly stroking it. He couldn’t get enough. He needed this to be true. But he didn’t just want anyone. He needed you. Sebastian reached down and began tugging his balls, twisting his wrist as he jerked himself. “Shit, bunny. You feel so good.” He slips his eyes closed, imagining you, a faceless woman wearing a cute little bunny costume, those little bunny ears and that fluffy bunny tail. He opens his eyes and continues to read, needing to finish. 

Sebastian pulls you flush against his face as he feasts on your juicy cunt, ravenously sucking on your swollen clit and thrusting his tongue into your tight hole. Your head moves side to side on the pillow, fingers curling into the sheets as Sebastian continues to eat you out like a man starved. You wake with a moan, your back arching as he pulls you even closer to his face, staring at you with those pretty blue eyes. Your toes curl, and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your juices squirt out of you and cover his face. “Oh god! Sebastian!!” You pant, sagging into the bed, clutching the pillow as you come down from your high.

Sebastian can’t help it. His toes curl, his balls tighten, cock twitches frantically as rapid amounts of cum spurt out of his mushroom tip, “Fuck! Shit!” He groans as he sinks back into the silk sheets, placing his phone down and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand before he reaches over and cleans himself. Never having cum so hard in his life, no one had ever made him feel like this. He felt like a teenager again, constantly jerking his cock and cumming. Sebastian picked his phone back up, reading the rest of the delicious story, making sure to reblog with the perfect response. 

‘Fantastic, just fantastic. I’ve never read something so delicious and captivating in my life, and I won’t lie I couldn’t help but touch myself when reading. This masterpiece made me cum twice. What I would do to make you my perfect little bunny.’ Sebastian smiled, sending it through.

Sebastian plugged his phone in and headed to the bathroom. He gets ready for bed, looking at himself in the mirror, and he can’t stop picturing the perfect little bunny beside him, also getting ready with him. Someone who admires him, worships him, and loves him. He shuts the light off, heads back over to his bed, gets under the blanket, and stares up at the ceiling, slowly blinking. He probably shouldn’t have downloaded Tumblr because now he has become obsessed with you. 

As Sebastian slowly falls asleep, he speaks. “Don’t worry, little bunny. I will find you and make you mine, bringing all of your little fantasies alive.” His cock stirs, imagining having you in his arms finally, your wide eyes staring up at him as you realise he’s found out your dirty little secret. 

thank you for reading!

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[mybuckynotyours]

Printesa Mea

Pairing: sugardaddy!Bucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Reader is in her early twenties and Bucky is in his mid 40s. Mentions of sex, oral sex, mutual pinning, cockwarming if you squint your eyes hard enough.

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary & A/N: I suck at summaries but this is fluffy, cute but also naughty-ish! It's the Christmas season and I've been finally inspired! I'm having a huge daddy kink at the moment too. If this will be received well, I might write more about these two! I have a few more ideas up in my sleeve. Thank you so much for reading! Do not forget to comment and reblog :) <3

You were nearing the end of this semester and that only meant one thing. Christmas was fast approaching. This semester was always the one you dreaded and wanted it to end as quickly as possible. You were a Christmas lover through and through. By mid-October you would be thinking of all the Christmas lights and all the food you’ll get to enjoy with your friends. Your friends would laugh at you during the yearly Halloween party and tell you to slow down. You would just happily grin and shrug it off.

But this year was a little different that usual. This year were with someone, well, not exactly. You weren’t exactly dating him. It was more of an arrangement really that started just before you had gone back to university.

It was truly random how the two of you met. You weren’t really looking for a sugar daddy but it seems that your deepest, dirtiest wish came true without even working for it.

You two met on a Sunday morning when you were on your latte run, about to head home to kickstart your day for the usual meal preps and reading.

Your eyes met and you smiled at each other politely. For some reason, probably how the universe wanted to really bring the two of you closer together, you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other. You looked away as you stood next to each other waiting for your coffee orders and laughed lightly.

He was the first to speak as he reached out to take his coffee cup and with a deep voice, thanked the barista. Hearing him speak sent shivers down your spine and the effect is still there to this day. He speaks so calmly yet stern when he needs to be. You were on your knees for him in no time.

But before, going into that, you two got to know each other. He shamelessly asked you before he headed out of the coffee shop and you immediately accepted his invitation. And as they say, the rest was history.

You had told yourself that this was only an arrangement. You had to segregate your feelings. In no way you could ever possibly end up falling for him. He was your sugar daddy and only that. No matter how good it felt when he ate you out all night long just to draw out his name from your whimpering lips. No matter how great it felt to spend a night in watching a movie together and eat together. And especially, no matter how incredible it felt to get all dolled up to some event he would make you attend with him, just to be on his arm, twirling you around on the dance floor, having your princess moment. He truly did treat you like a princess. Indeed, he liked to call you one too.

“Printesa mea.” His warm velvety voice hovering over your skin. He would then place soft gentle kisses on your shoulder blade and then another on your neck.

His beard would tickle you, causing you to giggle like a little girl. “People are watching.”

“Don’t care.” He would shrug you off, then kiss your warm cheek.

Then you would bid your adieu to the party guests and head to his mansion where he would fuck you till the sun would rise. He was insatiable – the way his body moved, like a god really, a tight grip on your hips as his cock would stretch you out. And my goodness he was big. You could feel all of him as your walls would clench around his length, hissing at that first stretch.

He’d always look at you with a tinge of concern at first, breathlessly asking for your approval and for your wellbeing. As soon as you would smile up to him and give him a sign to continue, he would transform into a beast – thrusting in to you to the hilt, groaning and panting in the crook of your neck as he would come inside you. Fuck, that warmth was everything – both your fluids as you’d come together at times, the product of your pleasures to one another. You enjoyed it trickling down your thighs. It was satisfying on so many levels.

Back to the present moment, you had to press your legs together and stop yourself from thinking of all your debaucheries with Bucky.

He was paying your school debts and in return you got to enjoy all that. But that was it. You couldn’t let your mind wander as if you were a girl in love.

“It’s probably the holidays that’s making me feel like this.” You mumbled to yourself.

But really, you knew yourself better. After the million Christmas movies you’d watch every year, your one true wish was to meet the same guy all the women in the movies met. No matter how much you laughed at these cheesy movies, you loved it and you’d wish for one day to live that impossible fairy tale. Nothing was as in the movies and you knew that but damn, Bucky was something else. It was like, he did come straight out that kind of movie and with Christmas coming you, you couldn’t help but wonder whether you’ll have that happily ever after with Bucky.

You two did establish what you both wanted from this arrangement. He was looking for someone like you and well, despite you not exactly looking for someone like him, you really needed the help financially. Bucky was perfect to provide just that. A bit of sex would not hurt right? We’re two consenting adults! That’s what the two of you had agreed upon over a cheese platter and the best wine you had ever tasted. Bucky had a thing for the finer things in life. He certainly maintained high standards and quality. His demeanour oozed with those qualities. Always dressed up in a three piece suit, looking sharp and refined, he was someone you actually started to admire. You only wished you were as confident as he were. He knew that about you as he always tested and pushed your limits which resulted in you becoming much more comfortable in your own skin and you started doing things that you didn’t think you’d actually ever start doing. Bucky was not only an incredible lover but also an incredible mentor.

As your infatuating thoughts ran on, Bucky walked into the cafeteria you were in. It took you by surprise as you spotted him heading your way. You weren’t meant to see each other, not at least till he would call you. You wanted to throw yourself at him, just wrap yourself into his black coat and never leave him. Oh that would be wonderful…if only.

“Printesa mea! How great seeing you here today!” His face broke into a wide smile at you as he extended his arms to wrap them around you.

His musky, strong smell filled up your nostrils and made you tremble with need already. You loved to smell his cologne and you loved having it on you.

He chuckled as he realised that you were sniffing. “Awh, missing too much.”

You rolled your eyes at his cheekiness and withdrew away from his embrace – it was painful but you had to anyway.

“What are you doing here? I wanted to call you later to ask you something. Glad I can do it in person now.” He sat down across you and took your hands into his, his thumb brushing your knuckles gently.

“Oh?” You giggled softly then composed yourself with a sigh. “Well, I’m trying to finish off this last assignment before the holiday season comes up. It’s my favourite month and I want to enjoy it as much as I can with few uni distractions. Thankfully classes are ending soon as well.”

“A Christmas lover, I see…well, I’ve figured I guess.” He squeezed your hand as he chuckled once again.

“How on earth would you know that about me?” You laughed in disbelief with him.

“I just do. And it suits you really. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited about something. Your positive energy and your Christmas energy just go hand in hand, I guess? If this makes sense.” He squinted his eyes with a shrug.

“Alright, yeah, I guess I can take that.” You chuckled once again, not forgetting the way he spoke about you in a certain way. He clearly notices you.

“Anyway, I know that this might be farfetched or something but I was wondering whether you wanted to spend Christmas together? I mean, I know you’ve got your friends but you never really spoke about your family and I would understand if you’d want to go visit them...but I don’t know and well…”

…well what?” You teased slightly but your heart was ready to jump out of your sweater, your palms were sweating and Bucky realised that too as he looked down at your hands.

“I mean, I know that this is not…you know, us, conventional and all that but I don’t really have anyone…I…you know, I’m only seeing you so I just thought we could be together you know? For the holidays? I’ll give you more money and I’ll take you Christmas shopping too.”

You had never seen Bucky the way he were right now in front of you. He was rambling, fidgeting his long legs and you were certain that he was looking past you as he was speaking. He was avoiding eye contact with you because he was feeling uncomfortable. What was he truly trying to say?  Why the sudden change in appearance?

“Um, okay. I would like that Buck.” You wanted to scream from the top of your lungs. Aside from the fact that Bucky was feeling uncomfortable or nervous or whatever you were happily screaming inside. This was turning into a reality – you were having your chick flick, Christmas movie moment. You were getting to spend Christmas with the man that you were yearning for. The man that made you feel so many things all at once.

“Really?” His nervous look turned into relief as he leaned back in his seat as if he finally got something out of his chest.

“But why were you rambling about it? I mean, you know I have no issues at all with wanting to spend time with you, even during Christmas. My family is complicated and one day I will tell you all about it. Otherwise, I’m happy to be with you, you know…” You trailed off, now the one feeling somewhat nervous but also proud of yourself for being direct. Bucky was really rubbing off on you.

“I know, I’m sorry. I do not know what came over me.” He shook his head as a light laugh passed from his lips. “You’re a beautiful woman, printesa mea, and I didn’t think you’d want to spend the festive season with an old man like me.” He said running his fingers through his cottonlike dark hair.

His words took you by surprise, but you wanted to hide it and for some reason you were feeling cheeky quite quickly as you came up with quite the comeback, “Daddy, I promise you that I’m really going to enjoy myself with you.”

You couldn’t wait to jump onto his lap and have your way with him. Maybe he could fuck you with your Santa hat on or with your merry Christmas dress on…you’ll have to get it for him for sure. Oh…all the fun that you two will be having is going to be endless.

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[likeahorribledream]

Not Good Enough

SUMMARY: It doesn't take long before you and Lee get close, but an overheard comment ruins everything.

PAIRING: Lee x Reader

WORD COUNT: 6.6k

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst.

REQUEST: You and Lee work together and become close friends. You're both secretly in love with each other but you think it's unrequited so neither of you purse it.

NOTES: This was written over six months ago and I don't have the courage to read it, so hopefully it's not too bad.

18+. Minors DNI.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Lee Bodecker is a tough man to please, both at work and in life. He is very peculiar with the way he runs things in his station and his employees often find him to be a major pain in the ass, but they can't deny that the man knows how to do his job and he does it damn well. As a sheriff from a small town he knows everyone and everyone knows everyone. There's a familiarity amongst townsfolk that forces him to be tough if he wants people to listen to him and respect him when he gives orders otherwise it'll be absolute chaos in the streets of Knockemstiff. 

He doesn't hire people because he knows them or because they're someone's kin, he hires people based on their skill sets. That's how it's always been and he never makes an exception. 

As the sheriff he is constantly busy and needs an assistant to help lighten up his workload as much as possible. He takes a lot of time training his assistant because she needs to work the same way he does. They need to be perfectly in sync so that it looks like one person did it all. Not because he wants to take credit for all the work that is done, but to make sure that the work that's put out is always constant and flawless. 

Training someone takes a lot of time, energy and money. 

Hence why he almost lost it when his newest assistant that he just spent 3 weeks training with quit without warning. Apparently she's leaving town to pursue her acting career or whatever else nonsense that Lee doesn't listen to or cares to know. 

He needs to find someone to replace her and quickly. Except Lee can't seem to find a single woman in town that's willing to leave the house and work. 

"I got someone for you, Sheriff."  Matt, one of Lee's deputies, says one morning after hearing his boss curse up a storm in his office. "I got a cousin my age that moved into town a few days ago. She knows how to work the phone and everythin'. Real nice girl, too."

Lee shakes his head. "I don't hire other people's kin." 

Matt shrugs. "Suit yo'self, Sheriff. It's a shame 'cause she'd do a great job, cousin or not." 

Not even five minutes after walking out of Lee's office, Matt hears his name being called out from the office.

"Have her come down tomorrow morning at 7. Not one minute later."

"She'll be there!" 

On his way home, Matt stops at your house to let you know that he might have found you a job. 

"You need to be at the station at 7 tomorrow morning. Don't be late, the Sheriff hates when people are late."

"You know, I'm always on time!" You nudge him out of your small apartment. "Thank you for helping me." You smile at your cousin. "I promise I won't get you in trouble."

"I know you won't, otherwise I wouldn't have said a thing about you." He laughs as he leaves and you close the door.

You look through your boxes, as you've only moved two days ago and you aren't completely done unpacking, you need to find a proper outfit. You really need this job which means you really need to make a great first impression. You've heard Matt talk about Sheriff Bodecker many times, you know he's a tough boss and he's hard to please. You pick out a white blouse and a black skirt with a pair of black flats, heels would only slow you down and make your feet hurt. 

You lay everything out for tomorrow morning and quickly finish eating your dinner that Matt had interrupted so that you can take a shower and go to bed early. 

You wake up early the next morning to make sure you aren't going to be late. 

It's 6:45 when you walk into the station where you are greeted by a woman clearly at the end of her night shift mending the front desk.

"Good morning." You say softly with a smile, you have a feeling she wouldn't enjoy an over the top kind of energy at this instant. 

"Mornin', what can I do for you?" 

"I'm supposed to meet with Sheriff Bodecker at 7." 

The woman looks down at the time and back up at you. "You're early."

"My mama used to say that if you're right on time, then you're late." 

She forces a smile, clearly not caring about what you have to say. "Have a seat, I'll let him know you're here."

"Thank you." You'd smile at her but you have a feeling that it'll only irritate her, instead you go sit where she tells you to and wait. 

You watch as the woman leaves the front desk and comes back a few minutes later. "Follow me." She gestures for you to get up.

You hurry up and follow her through the station, all the way in the back to an office. She knocks quickly on the door and opens it without waiting for permission. 

"Go on, I don't have all day." She nods her head to the inside of the office and as soon as you walk in, she closes the door behind you. 

"Matt's cousin?" Lee asks without looking up from his desk.

"Yes, sir." You stay close to the door, unsure of what to do. For a small town, people aren't that friendly. 

"Sit." He gestures to the empty chair in front of his desk. "I'm almost done here." He keeps looking through his paperwork, he still hasn't even looked at you. 

As you walk over to the chair and sit, you aren't so sure if you're going to like it in this town. You're not used to this cold and detached attitude that everyone here seems to have. You're used to the warmth and cheerfulness of your hometown, but after your mama passed not long ago you decided to move closer to Matt as he's the only family you've got left. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea. 

You look down and nervously smooth out your skirt while you wait for the sheriff to look at you. 

‘’Alright.’’ Lee finally looks up and almost loses his composure when he sees you. You look cute as a button.

You look up at the sound of his voice and smile at him once your eyes meet. The most beautiful shade of blue you’ve ever seen.  While you’re busy admiring the blue of his eyes, you miss the way Lee’s breath hitches in his throat when you smiled at him. 

The sheriff clears his throat and sits straighter in his chair. ‘’Your cousin told me you can answer the phone?’’

You nod. ‘’That’s right.’’

‘’Can you type?’’

‘’Yes.’’

‘’How do you feel about long hours?’’ He crosses his arms over his chest.

‘’I don’t mind.’’ You smile again and Lee almost has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling too. 

‘’Your boyfriend is ok with you working?’’ He furrows his brows. ‘’Last thing I need is a pissed off guy walking in here and messing with my station.’’

‘’I don’t have a boyfriend.’’

‘’Husband then.’’

You shrug and look down, slightly embarrassed. ‘’Don’t have one of those either.’’ 

‘’You’re not missing out on anything, I promise you.’’

You look up and smile, appreciating his effort to comfort you.

‘’Can you start today? Right now?’’

You nod enthusiastically. ‘’I’d love to.’’

‘’Great. You’re hired. Just know that you won’t be getting any special treatment because Matt is your cousin.’’ 

‘’I wouldn’t want any special treatment. I’m more than capable of proving myself.’’

Lee stands up and walks around his desk, toward his door. ‘’Follow me, sweetheart.’’ He opens the door and stops right outside next to an empty desk. He waits for you to join him before talking. ‘’This is gonna be your desk. You will have to keep people out of my office sometimes when I’m real busy or meeting with someone. You gotta keep them out unless it’s an emergency. You won’t be spending much time here while I train you, you’ll mostly be in my office and following me around so I can show you how I want things done.’’ 

‘’You got it.’’

He grabs a notepad and a pen from the desk and hands them to you. ‘’Take notes because I don’t have time to repeat myself.’’

You take them quickly and follow Lee around as he shows you around the station, taking notes about the important things. 

‘’The girls at the front desk can be a little bit mean, don’t take it personally. The guys are assholes sometimes, don’t be scared to put them in their place. I can be an asshole too but I’m your boss so there’s nothing you can do about it.’’ He winks. ‘’You might have to go grab me lunch from time to time, do you have a car?’’ You shake your head no. ‘’You’ll take mine then.’’ 

You keep following him around until you’ve seen the entire station, then Lee takes you back to his office and closes the door behind the two of you. He sits back in his chair and invites you to do the same.

He explains to you in great detail how he wants things done in his office. Where files and folders go, how he wants the phone to be answered and how to filter his calls.

‘’A lot of people around here call me directly when a deputy could easily do the job, they think my office number is better than 911 so you gotta filter the calls and redirect them. I don’t have enough time to take care of every crisis in Knockemstiff.’’

You nod, writing everything down.  Just as you look up, Lee’s phone starts to ring.

‘’Want to give it a try?’’ 

‘’Yes!’’ You get up and walk around his desk to stand next to him. You clear your throat and pick up the receiver. ‘’Sheriff Bodecker’s office, how may I help you?’’ … ‘’I’m sorry but the sheriff is in a meeting right now. What are you calling about? We have a station full of capable officers and deputies, I’m sure there’s at least one of them here that can help you.’’ … ‘’Yes, you definitely need to take him to the hospital.’’ … ‘’No ma’am, I’m no doctor but if his finger isn’t attached to the hand anymore he will need medical attention.’’ … ‘’Alright, good luck.’’ You hang up and go back to sit in your chair. 

‘’Mrs. Larson?’’ Lee asks, looking at you curiously. 

‘’Yes. Mr. Larson seems to have had an accident with a knife and she wanted to ask you if she should take him to the hospital or not.’’ 

‘’She calls at least once every two days.’’

‘’Good to know.’’ You write it down.

‘’You did a good job handling her.’’ He flashes you a small smile, if you had blinked you would have missed it.

‘’Thank you, sheriff.’’ 

For the rest of the morning, Lee keeps explaining how everything works until lunchtime. At exactly noon, Lee stops what he’s doing and stands up. ‘’We have an hour, starting now. We can’t waste a minute, we don’t know when an emergency is gonna come up.’’ He explains as he puts on his leather jacket. ‘’Did you bring your lunch?’’

You stand from the chair and follow him out of his office. You put down your notepad and pen on your desk as you stop walking. ‘’No, I didn’t think you’d hire me on the spot but that’s ok I had a good breakfast. I’ll just wait for you here.’’ 

‘’Yeah, that ain’t gonna work for me sweetheart. Come on, I’m heading to the diner.’’ 

You shake your head. ‘’I can’t really afford to eat out right now.’’ Heat creeps up to your cheeks, embarrassed once again at how messy your life is. Not married, not even dating and barely a cent to your name.

‘’My treat. As a thank you for starting right away and for doing a great job already. C’mon.’’ He gestures for you to follow him and you can see in his eyes that there’s no arguing with him.

‘’Thank you.’’ You follow him outside. ‘’You can take it out of my pay.’’ 

Lee chuckles and opens the passenger door of his cruiser, holding it open for you. ‘’That ain’t gonna happen. Go on.’’ He nods to the passenger seat and shuts the door once you’re seated. He walks around the cruiser, his belt and everything on it clinking together with every step he takes. The car dips a bit under his weight and he slams the door shut, making you jump a little which makes him laugh.

‘’Sorry, sweetness, the door sticks a little.’’ He starts the car and rolls down his window. ‘’It’s hot as hell today.’’ He groans, driving out of the station’s parking lot.

You roll down your own window to let more air in and hopefully help him cool down.

Lee notices that you didn’t react when he said hell and makes a mental note to ask you about that later. 

It only takes a few minutes to get to the diner and Lee parks right next to the door, then turns off the car. He sees you’re about to roll the window back up but he stops you. 

‘’Leave it, hopefully by the time we come back it won’t feel like a damn oven in here.’’ He opens his door, quickly getting out. He takes off his leather jacket and throws it in the backseat with his hat. 

He opens the diner’s door and holds it open, stepping aside to let you walk in first. 

‘’Such a gentleman, thank you.’’ You smile as you walk in and let him guide you to his table.

Lee can’t help but laugh when he hears you call him a gentleman. ‘’I’m no gentleman sweetness, everyone here can attest to that.’’ He sits down in his usual booth.

You sit across from him at the table. ‘’I’m sure your wife would agree with me. Florence, right? I babysat my niece so that Matt and his wife could go to your wedding a few years back.’’ You smile at the memory of spending an entire day with your niece who was barely one at the time.

Lee’s mood turns sour at the mention of Florence, he leans back in his seat and extends one of his hands on the table hitting it rhythmically with the tip of his index finger. ‘’Florence left me 10 months after we got married.’’ 

‘’Oh.’’ Guilt fills your eyes. ‘’I’m so sorry, sheriff. I didn’t know.’’ You instinctively reach over to his hand and give it a comforting squeeze before letting it go. ‘’I’m a strong believer that everything happens for a reason. Some things hurt more than others but that just means that whatever’s gonna happen next will be great, y’know?’’

Lee rolls his eyes. ‘’God’s plan?’’

You shake your head. ‘’No one said anything about God. It’s the universe, fate.’’ 

Lee frowns. ‘’You don’t believe in God?’’ 

You grab a menu from the table and open it. ‘’I believe in sleeping in on Sunday mornings.’’ You look over all the options from the menu, missing the way Lee smiles. 

‘’We’re going to get along just fine you and me.’’ He nods to himself and takes the other menu. ‘’Order whatever you want, sweetness.’’ 

A waitress comes over, from her looks she can’t be older than 30, ready to take your order. ‘’Sheriff Bodecker.’’ She greets him with a fake smile. ‘’Ready to order?’’

He doesn’t even bother smiling back and hands her his menu. ‘’Same as usual.’’ 

She takes the menu from him and turns her attention to you. ‘’What about you, doll?’’ 

‘’The chicken wrap and some french fries, please.’’ You give her back your menu and you don’t miss the way she looks at Lee to check for permission. 

‘’What are you looking at me for? You heard her.’’ He stares until she turns around and leaves.

‘’Thank you for lunch, and for giving me a job. I didn’t think I’d find one so quickly after moving here.’’

Lee brushes it off like it’s no big deal. ‘’What brings you here anyway?’’ He asks, curiously.

‘’My mama passed two months ago and Matt is the only family I’ve got left so I thought I’d move closer. My niece is already 3 and my nephew is almost 1. It feels like I’ve missed all the big milestones. I didn’t want to miss more.’’

‘’I’m sorry to hear that.’’ Now he feels guilty from bringing that up.

‘’Thank you.’’ You smile but it’s a sad smile, it has nothing to do with the bright smiles from this morning. ‘’She was real sick at the end, I feel relieved that she’s gone. I know it sounds horrible but I couldn’t handle seeing her suffer so much.’’

‘’I get it. I was a teenager when my ma died but even at that age I wanted her pain to stop.’’

For the entire lunch hour, you and Lee eat and ask questions to each other while trying to avoid any sensitive subjects. 

Before you realize, your first week of training is done and then the second one. In the blink of an eye, an entire month has gone by. 

Lee is usually a cold, distant man but to everyone’s surprise, especially his own, you manage to pull him out of his shell. He’s a lot more carefree around you. Just around you. Most officers haven't seen Lee laugh and smile since before his divorce, it's a nice change of pace because even if he acts all nice and sweet only with you he has softened up a tiny bit with the others. He now tends to let things go or turn a blind eye when he normally wouldn't. 

Every Monday and Friday morning you would come in early with a basket of freshly made baked goods that you would leave in the break room for everyone to enjoy with their coffee. You always separate them into two batches; one for the night shift who are about to leave and one for the day shift who are starting their day. 

Needless to say both shifts appreciate having a little something to either start or finish their day on a good note. 

Even if you think you're being subtle, everyone knows that almost every day you have a little something special for Lee. You've heard him make comments here and there about his shape and the way he looked, even if you think he is perfect the way that he is you know that it's not enough to change his mind. Instead you bring him homemade lunches, he doesn't have the time nor the energy to cook for himself and by bringing him his lunch he doesn't have to eat at the diner. 

He tries to play it cool, he pretends like it's not a big deal but you can see a difference in his mood and confidence. There's a twinkle in his eyes that didn't used to be there and you hope he never loses it again. 

"Sweetness, you need to stop bringing me food." He looks at you as you walk into his office with a very familiar brown paper bag in your hand. 

"Are you gonna start bringing yourself food?" You arch a brow, knowing the answer before he even says it.

"... You know I don't have the time."

"Then I won't stop bringing you food." You put the paper bag on his desk. 

He shakes his head and tries to give it back but you don't take it. "Just say thank you, sheriff." 

He sighs and gives up. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." You smile brightly at him before leaving his office and closing his door. 

It's the same fight every day and you win, every day. 

Your cousin has noticed how close you and the sheriff have gotten and he's not sure how he feels about it. He's known you your entire life so he recognizes the look in your eyes whenever Lee's around. You like Lee and there's no denying it. 

He makes you laugh and he's always sweet to you. You've become close friends  and it's not rare for people to see you out and about with him. They can gossip all they want neither of you care. Your friendship is more important than the opinion of the bored housewives of Knockemstiff. 

As the eternal optimist that you are, you've let yourself think that maybe, just maybe, Lee could like you too. It's hard to tell because he's so closed off but there are times you think he might have feelings for you. 

You're never going to tell him how you feel because you don't want to lose your friend or your job. Deep down you hope that Lee will wake up one day and realize that he likes you too, and decides to do something about it. 

You mentally chastise yourself for staying hopeful but that's what keeps you going.

Until your hopes are completely crushed.

Every night before leaving you find Lee to ask if he needs you to do anything else before leaving and to say goodnight. 

He's not in his office so you go look for him in the break room. Lee and one of the officers are standing next to the table, drinking coffee and eating whatever's left from the baked goods you brought before leaving for the weekend. 

You're about to call out to him but the subject of their conversation stops you. 

They're talking about you. 

"Aren't you glad Matt suggested her for the job?"

"Yeah. She does a great job and she learns fast." 

"She's cute and she cooks on top of everything else she does for you. Did Sheriff Bodecker find wife number two?" The officer chuckles at his own words, not knowing that you can hear everything and that your heart is pounding in your chest as you wait for Lee's answer. 

You don't expect to become his wife but depending on his reaction you might be able to tell if he likes you in the same way that you do. 

The way Lee scoffs doesn't announce anything good.

"Are you out of your mind? Her?" He shakes his head and laughs. "Like that's ever gonna happen. Keep your stupid ideas to yourself and get back to work." He rolls his eyes and turns toward the door, feeling like someone was there but there's no one. 

It hurts. You've known that something is wrong with you because no man wants to marry you but to hear it like this, like marrying you is the dumbest thing any man could do, and from someone you thought was your friend, hurt. 

You've been fooling yourself about your friendship with him because Lee's tone and words were laced with so much disdain that there is no way he respects you enough to be your friend. 

You want to run out of the station but you don't want to look suspicious so you walk out calmly, wishing everyone a good weekend and then you leave without another word, heading straight to your apartment. 

Lee is surprised to see your desk empty as you normally always say good night before leaving. You're probably walking around, looking for him. He goes back to his desk but leaves the door open, to see you when you'll walk back to your desk. 

An entire hour goes by before Lee comes to the conclusion that you've left. Without saying goodbye which is highly unusual for you. 

Every Friday afternoon you find Lee, ask if he needs you to stay longer, make plans with him for the weekend and then you'd leave. 

He has a bad feeling but he just shakes it off, he'll see you tomorrow like every Saturday. 

The whole weekend goes by without him hearing a peep from you. He doesn't even leave the house to make sure he doesn't miss your phone call, but nothing. 

On Monday morning he gets to the station a little earlier than usual to make sure he's there when you arrive. 

You come into the station empty handed which disappoints every employee. No baked goods and no lunch for Lee. 

You don't go into his office to wish him good morning, instead you sit at your desk and start working right away. 

The pit in Lee's stomach keeps growing. 

"Can you come in here, please?" He speaks loud enough for you to hear as you're right outside his door.

You stand up, grab your notepad and pen, then walk into Lee's office and stand behind the chair you usually sit on to tell him about something funny or to listen to him talk about whatever is currently pissing him off. 

"You need something, Sheriff Bodecker?" You barely look up and it makes Lee frown. You never call him Sheriff Bodecker. At least not seriously. It's always Lee or, if you're teasing, sometimes you'll still call him Sheriff but it's always playful. 

This was not.

"Somethin' wrong, sweetness?" 

"Everything is fine. What do you need?"

Your eyes finally meet but there's no warmth in yours. They are cold and… empty. 

"Nothing, for now. You left without saying goodbye on Friday and I haven't seen you all weekend. Just wanted to catch up is all." 

You stop yourself from rolling your eyes and you bite back whatever you were about to say. You know what he really thinks of you and you hate that he pretends to care. 

"Call me when you need something, then." You walk out of his office and sit back behind your desk to keep working. 

Lee comes out of his office for lunch and stops in front of your desk on his way out. "I'm going to the diner. Wanna come?" He looks down, trying to decipher what's going on in that head of yours.

"No, thank you." 

For the entire week all you do is come in, work, go home. You don't talk to anyone but Matt, you don't bring anything for anyone, there's no smile, no kind words, nothing. It's like you're an entirely different person and no one knows why or what happened. 

On Friday afternoon Lee can't take it anymore and he orders you into his office, shutting the door once you're inside. 

He sits back in his chair and leans back, staring at you. 

"Look, I don't know what's been going on with you but everyone is worried about you. Clearly something happened but you won't talk to me about it and I don't know why you're shutting down like this." 

You can't help but roll your eyes at his words, which Lee doesn't miss. 

"Ok. Enough. What's wrong?" He sits up, getting angry. 

"Nothing is wrong." You cross your arms in front of you. 

"Then what's with the attitude?!"

"No one is worried about me. You just want me to start bringing you food again. Tell everyone that I'll bring food on Monday." 

You turn to leave but Lee's loud voice tells you to stop.

"We're not done here."

You sigh and turn around. 

"What the hell has gotten into you?" He stands up behind his desk, leaning forward and holding himself up with his hands laid flat on the top of his desk. "You don't talk to your boss that way and certainly not to your friend. You owe me respect." 

"You mean the same kind of respect you gave me when you talked about me with one of your officers in the break room last week?" 

He frowns, confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Are you out of your mind? Her? Like that's ever gonna happen. Keep your stupid ideas to yourself and get back to work." You repeat word for word what he said about you, making sure to use the same disgusted tone he did. 

Lee's eyes widen as he finally understands. There had been someone there like he thought. You. 

"Sweetness-"

You cut him off. "The only reason I'm still here is because I need this job. I am looking for a new job, hopefully with a boss that won't be disgusted by me. You should start looking for my replacement." You walk out of his office, stopping long enough to grab your things then leaving without another word. 

Lee falls back into his chair, staring into nothing. 

He's so angry with himself. He was trying so hard to pretend that he wasn't falling for you and hiding his feelings, he never thought that he could hurt you. Without meaning to, he played right into your insecurities and made it sound like something was wrong with you, that someone wanting to marry you is insane, and you heard everything. 

Lee has had a crush on you from the moment he looked up from his desk and saw you for the first time. He's almost embarrassed by the fact that he, a grown man, has a crush like a hormonal teenager because before you, he's pretty sure the last time he had a crush on someone was in high school. 

It's only been a little over a month since you started working at the station, though it feels like he's known you his entire life. 

He adores you in every possible way and he's grown to love you with every moment you've spent together. You spend at least 8 hours a day together from Monday through Friday and then you spend more time together on his days off. If he could, he'd spend every single minute of his day with you without ever getting tired of you. 

If he is being honest what you overheard was true, that's exactly how he felt but not because of you, because of him. 

Why in the world would an amazing, kind and sweet woman like you want to be with him, marry him? There's no chance in hell that he's good enough for you, to be yours. Plus, he's your boss. It's not like he could hit on you. Well, he could but he didn't want to seem like a creep. He wants to be perfect for you and the general consensus around town is that Lee Bodecker is everything but perfect. 

He made that stupid comment in the break room because he didn't want rumors going around that he liked you, he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship. He ended up doing even worse, he ruined and broke it. 

He realized he was in love with you two weeks ago when Matt hosted a dinner at his house. Lee almost died from a heart attack when he first saw you in your cute summer dress looking as beautiful as ever. Then he watched as you played with your niece and he saw how much you loved her. For the first time in his life, Lee wanted children. He wanted children and he wanted them with you. 

It became clear as day in his mind that he was in love with you, that he'd love nothing more than to make you his. Put the prettiest ring around your finger, buy you the house of your dreams and give you as many babies as you want. 

He has never felt like this before, not even with Florence, and truthfully it terrifies him. Especially now that he has ruined everything. He has no idea how he's going to fix this mess but he sure as hell is going to try. 

Lee is pulling a double today so he can't even run after you, he's stuck at the station and it's driving him crazy. 

His officers quickly realize that the honeymoon phase is over and that Lee's bad mood and short temper are back in full force, they make sure to avoid him as much as physically possible. 

His shift ends at 6 on Saturday morning and at 6:01 Lee is walking out of his office. He gets into his cruiser and drives to your apartment. He doesn't care if he wakes you up, he needs to fix it and he needs to fix it now. 

He parks on the street in front of your door and slams his door shut before hurrying to your front door. Even as he knocks, he doesn't know what he's going to say. Hopefully, he won't make things worse. 

You are startled awake by someone pounding on your door, you look at your alarm clock to find that it's not even 6:15 am and it's Saturday morning, why is someone pounding on your door at this hour? 

You throw the covers at the foot of your bed and hurry out of bed, you grab your robe on your way out of your room and put it on before opening the front door. The last person you expected to see was Lee, yet here he stands in front of you. 

You should have checked the peephole before opening the door.

Lee's heart painfully clenches when he sees the hurt and sadness settle in your eyes at the sight of him. He opens his mouth and closes it a few times without making any sound, he has so much to say yet nothing feels right. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his chest, crashing his lips onto yours. Lee sighs with relief when he feels you kissing him back almost right away. He uses his free hand to cup your cheek, stroking your skin with his thumb while also putting just enough pressure to make you tilt your head back to have better access to your lips. 

Your heart has never beaten this fast before and as you wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, you can't help but to think that he has to be feeling your heartbeat against his chest.

Breathless, Lee breaks the kiss but barely moves an inch away from you. He opens his eyes and rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply to get some oxygen back into his lungs. 

Once you've managed to pull yourself out of the kissing haze you got lost into, you remember the situation that led to Lee showing up at your door at this hour. You let go of him, unwrapping your arms from around his neck but his arm around your waist stops you from going anywhere. 

"I'm sorry for being such an asshole, sweetness." He finally says, speaking softly before leaning back to be able to look at you. "What you heard, I meant it."

You shake your head and try to get out of his grip but he doesn't let you go, if anything he tightens his hold on your waist. 

"I meant it but not in the way you heard it. I meant that a girl like you would never go for a guy like me." 

He looks into your eyes, trying to guess how you're feeling.

"I don't want you to quit. I want to keep seeing you every day at work. I need to see you every day at work. I'm so crazy about you, it's almost embarrassing but I don't care anymore. I don't care who knows it and what people are going to say about it. I don't care how cliché it is that I fell in love with my assistant because you make me happy." He tucks a strand of your messy bed hair behind your ear. 

"Lee…" You sigh, not knowing what to say or how to act. Lee is your boss but most importantly he's your best friend and you fell in love with him. How could you not? Lee is perfect, for you at least others might disagree, and there's nothing you'd love more than to be with him but you can't get the conversation you overheard out of your head. One, amazing, kiss won't make you forget. You try to pull away and this time he lets you. You take a few steps back into your apartment and tighten your robe around you. "What you said, how you said it… it hurt me." 

"I'm so sorry." He watches you, fear written all across his face at the thought that maybe there is no fixing his mess. "I was just trying to protect myself, and you, from the rumors and gossip. I shouldn't have said what I said and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for hurting you but I'm not sorry for trying to protect you and our friendship." He says seriously. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me and give me a chance?" He takes a step forward, standing in the doorway. "You love me just as much as I love you, I felt it in the kiss. Tell me, what do you need from me? Do you want me to beg? Because for you baby I'll get on my knees right now."

Lee doesn't even give you a chance to talk. He walks into your apartment and stands right in front of you before getting on both knees, looking up at you. "I'm beyond sorry and I'll apologize everyday for the rest of my life if I need to." He puts his hands on your hips and squeezes gently. 

You hold back a gasp at the sight of Lee kneeling down in front of you. The sheriff Bodecker who is feared amongst all is on his knees and begging in your apartment where he can easily be seen by anyone who walks by. 

You look down at him and lift up a hand, stroking his short hair on the top of his head as you feel him getting anxious. 

"I forgive you." You say quietly, scared that he might make you regret how quickly you forgave him. 

His eyes completely light up and he pulls you closer to him, pressing kisses on your stomach on top of your robe from his excitement. He gets up as fast as he can and grabs your cheeks, smiling down at you.

"Don't make me regret forgiving you, Lee Bodecker." 

Lee can see a hint of a playful glimmer back into your eyes and it makes his heart skip a beat. 

"No ma'am." He kisses your forehead, nose and lips. "Next time I'm getting down on my knees, it'll be to put a ring on your finger." He says confidently. 

"Is that so?" You arch a brow, smiling. 

He nods. "Definitely. How do you feel about being future Mrs. Lee Bodecker, mh?" 

You pretend to think about it and shrug. "Guess you'll have to ask to find out."

He pulls you into another kiss, this time he can't stop smiling even when his lips are pressed to yours. 

For the first time since his divorce Lee feels happy again. He sees a future for himself that doesn't revolve around work or a bottle of whiskey and he can't wait to go through everything with you. The good and the bad, as long as you're standing next to him and holding his hand there's nothing he can't do.  

For now Lee closes your front door and follows you back into your room, stripping down to his underwear before getting into bed with you, for you to finish your night of sleep and for him to finally have a chance to sleep. 

For the next couple of days, it'll be just you and Lee with the entire world outside forgotten. Of course there will be talk around town of the Sheriff's cruiser being parked in front of your apartment for the entire weekend without moving once but you will deal with it all on Monday morning when you're ready to face the world again.

For now all that matters is you and Lee, the rest is a problem for another day.

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Playlist: Chill, Buck

Summary: Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?

Pairing: CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Slow burn, running for pleasure, playlists meet cute, pining, possible fixation, possible manipulation, mention of death, mention of loss, concerned Steve and Sam, possible dark Bucky. The boomerang, masturbation, use of sex toy, fantasy, Dom/sub dynamics of you squint, wishing and hoping.

A/N: I’ve been sad and haven’t written in a couple of week, but, turns out I am a serial serialist, lmao.🤣 Read the previous part, Bucky Runs. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the Bucky Runs and Chill, Buck playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thank you Gemma for the title for this one. Thanks you both, my loves! 🥰

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Running with a good playlist did make all the difference. Music was the reason that your feet seemed to be flying as you jogged that evening.

Certainly not thoughts of Bucky Barnes.

That situation just wasn’t meant to be.

Since you turned down his request for a date that afternoon, you decided to shake yourself out of any silly dreams of anything happening with him. After all, you had a professional relationship, an acquaintance, really, and nothing more.

Your attraction to him meant nothing.

And him asking you out meant nothing either. He was probably just trying to have a good time and never call again. Goodness knows that he probably had his pick of women, and NDAs, on hand.

Then there was his past to consider.

No, turning down dinner with him was the right choice and so was moving on. You weren’t even going to text him about the playlist like you promised. Better to contact Romanoff about the interview and keep it moving.

You were still convincing yourself that curving Bucky was the right choice when you turned into Fulton Ferry Park and thought you saw a mirage. There he was, jogging toward you, conjured up by your internal debate.

He looked good. Tanned and sweaty, mouth slightly open, eyes on you, thighs out. Your eyes scanned down his body and your own actually clenched while running.

The audacity.

You shook your head. Did he really think that this was going to work? You prepared the let down speech in your head for when he would invariably stop to talk. No matter how fine he was, he wasn’t going to stalk you into a date.

Bucky approached and appraised your body. You were wearing running gear that supported you, but the way the impact of your steps made your body move made him lick his lips.

Bucky was imagining the possibilities.

He came near with a slight smile. You kept on pace to meet him, but he didn’t slow down as you expected him to. He just moved to the side and tossed two fingers at you in a half wave.

“Hey,” was all Bucky uttered as he ran past you.

You were in shock that he didn’t stop and reflexively almost turned around to run after him and the waft of sweat, musk, and sandalwood that he left behind.

You nearly ran into an older man walking his dog as you craned your neck to watch Bucky’s retreating back.

You were shook.

Bucky went from asking you out to virtually ignoring you.

You definitely felt some kind of way about it, but the anger you felt propelled your feet, and you finished with your best time to date.

You stormed into your apartment and flopped down at your desk.

“What just happened?,” you asked your closed laptop.

But your ire calmed as you edited the interview and remembered how charming and genuine he’d been

“Off the record? Please?”

Bucky’s vulnerability made you soft again. In all the right places.

When you finished, you sat back and reviewed the day in your head. Surely, you weren’t tripping. There had been a connection between you two. Right?

Bucky had you so confused up from a 10 second encounter in the park where he barely said one word to you. It had to be calculated.

You were right not to go to dinner with him.

Nevertheless, you turned on the volume on your phone to make sure you didn’t miss another text from…anyone.

That evening, after you wrote some copy and did voice overs, wrapping up the interview package, you took to the bath. You thought of Bucky again, this time cuming more intensely because you’d actually talked to him, knew his name and bore the sexual frustration he’d birthed in you. However, you couldn’t get satisfaction from your toy tonight.

What was Bucky Barnes doing to you?

It was all you thought about as you fell asleep that night.

Bucky closed his eyes as he pushed his cock into the tight hole. You were ready and waiting for him, spread out gloriously beneath him. His plan had worked and you’d called him at 3 am, all hot and bothered. He rushed to your place and practically jumped into your waiting pussy.

“Fuck! Y/N…,” Bucky groaned as he immediately started stroking away.

“After you cum inside me, I’m gonna clean you up real good. Gonna make your cock mine, baby.”

Your blissed out voice was everything he’d imagined, and the look of your beautiful wet lips as you licked him caused his cock to twitch even though it was occupied.

Bucky couldn’t hold himself back and he released, spurting out enough cum to make it drip out around his balls.

“Clean these up too, Doll,”

Bucky groaned as he gripped his sac as it emptied. He winced as he pulled out of the sex toy and sat down on the side of the tub.

What a poor substitute for you, he thought as he cleaned up.

Bucky stepped into the shower, hot water raining down on his head as he thought of his next move.

He’d have to remind Natasha to speed up the relocation of the tenants on Plymouth Avenue. He needed next to you, and fast.

Next week when Steve returned, he stalked into the office he shared with Bucky and Sam after Nat briefed him on the situation.

“Hello, Punk.”

Bucky’s salutation slowed him down.

Bucky hadn’t looked up from his laptop, and his EarPods were turned up full blast, but he knew Steve was there. He turned down his music.

Rogers smiled despite himself. The childhood greeting from Bucky was now a rare occasion. The rare occasion that Bucky was in a good mood.

“Jerk.”

Steve laughed at his best friend.

“What the hell are you up to?”

He finally looked up from his work and took off his glasses, leaning back in his chair and smirking. He looked almost like the old Bucky.

“Making you millions of dollars. What are you up to, Pretty Boy?”

He sounded like the old Bucky. Steve sat on the edge of Bucky’s desk.

“This girl must be pretty special to put you in this kind of mood, but Nat told me what you’ve been doing. Buck…”

Bucky straightened up and narrowed his eyes at Steve.

“If you’re referring to YN LN, then that woman is special.”

Bucky looked out over the New York skyline toward the Brooklyn Bridge and DUMBO, where you were.

“Is it okay if I have a life again?”

Steve looked into his friends eyes and sighed. His voice was low, even though he thought he and Bucky were alone.

“I want nothing more for you, Buck, but not like this. Ever since Sarah…”

“The fuck are you two bone heads talking about?”

Sam’s voice boomed across the space. Bucky stood up, fidgeting. Sarah had been Sam’s sister and his wife. Now was not the time.

“Hey Sam! Feeling better?”

Steve was nothing but smiles for his other best friend, the consummate golden boy.

“I was, until Nat briefed me on what was up.”

Sam turned to Bucky.

“You good, Jay?”

Bucky closed his eyes at the name that only Sarah called him. His former brother in law was doing it on purpose. Nat had a big mouth.

“We need to fire the redhead.”

Steve snorted.

“Natasha Romanoff owns all of us. She knows where all the bodies are buried.”

“Literally,” quipped Sam.

Bucky remained silent and stared at the approximate location of your apartment. He didn’t want to think about dead bodies, just a future with you.

“Listen, Buck. It’s about time you moved on…”

Bucky closed his eyes at the crack in Sam’s voice. He knew he missed her too.

“But—“

Bucky turned around.

“But what Samuel?”

Sam snapped his mouth closed. Sarah had been the only one to call him that.

“Just…”

Sam looked out of the window himself. Then he looked back at his friend.

Bucky turned on a smile and pointed it at his two worried friends.

“I’m just doing a little recon. You two know better than anyone the types of women who show up in our lives. Just want to make sure…”

Steve sighed.

“We get it. But like Sam said. Just…”

Sam spoke up again.

“Chill, Buck.”

Bucky smiled brighter for them and spread his hands.

“I’m chillin…”

“Unh hunh. Like a villain.”

Sam shook his head and chuckled as Steve took off his suit coat and went to review the files on his desk.

Bucky raised his eyebrow at Sam as he sat back down and turned his music up again.

You didn’t see or hear from Bucky for about two weeks, even after you called Natasha and told her of the publication date for the piece. And you weren’t disappointed.

Not at all.

In the back of your mind you thought that after the interview aired, Bucky would ask you out again, which of course you would refuse. (Even though it might not be inappropriate because the business between you was over.)

But he didn’t. Maybe you were right about him.

You decided to just move on with your life, although a certain pair of sky blue eyes haunted your fantasies and dreams for about ten days.

One morning you were in your neighborhood coffee shop, deep into your phone when you stepped up to order. For some reason you felt the hair on the back of your neck raise as you stepped to the side to wait for your drink.

You bumped into the person next to you and turned your head to apologize. You couldn’t help but gasp.

The unmitigated gall.

You closed your mouth without saying a word and stared in front of you as you shook your head.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

His velvet voice near your ear was kinda dope. But you weren’t going out like this. You took a deep breath and then turned back to Bucky.

“Yes. I fully agree. We’ve got to stop meeting.”

Bucky’s expression was a little hurt and you could have kicked yourself. You sighed.

“I’m sorry. How are you?”

He smiled sweetly at you, thrilled that you were reacting as he’d hoped.

“I’m better now.”

You were blinded by his smile, but recovered and checked him out. Damn, he looked good. The blue of his dress shirt matched his eyes. Those fucking glasses. Looking like a NILF. Bucky was attractive as hell.

“James!”

The barista called Bucky’s name and he stepped up for his coffee. That gave you a moment to think.

He turned around and you had questions.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked confused.

“Getting… a macchiato?”

He held up his drink and pushed his glasses up with his thick middle finger. You bit your lip. Bucky wanted to bite it too.

Patience.

“Yeah. But why in my neighborhood? Are you stalking me? After virtually ignoring me the other day?”

The smile on Bucky’s face fell.

“Y/N!”

You stepped to the counter to get your iced chai tea latte. Bucky was still there behind you, admiring the view. You turned back to him and he fixed his face and gracefully backed up as you walked toward the door.

“I’m sorry, but you made it quite clear that you didn’t want anything more from me when you didn’t contact me about the interview or even the playlist. I’m chilling, as the young folks say. I’m not stalking you. Or ignoring you. I’m just trying to live my life. I’ve recently moved into my new brownstone over on Plymouth street.”

He gestured with his hand in the general direction of his new home. You stopped walking and pulled your eyes away from his thick fingers to his face. He looked annoyed.

That did things to you.

Bucky was still amiable with you, but with an edge. You sensed a delicious danger, but you couldn’t stop. You shook your head to clear it and crossed your arms to hide your rock hard nipples.

“That’s only a couple of blocks from me. I don’t believe that’s not pre-planned.”

Bucky moved closer to you, his voice lowered and a little menacing, a magnetic field activated by his proximity. You wanted to drop to your knees. But you just took a sip of your drink and swallowed that instead.

Bucky was aware of his affect on you, so he turned it up as he leaned closer. Damn, you made him hard as fuck.

“Do you know how long it takes to find and close on a property in New York? 30 days at a minimum, just for closing. This was in the works long before you showed up in my office, Ms. YLN.”

You were shaking, but not from fear. Bucky took in your trembling lips and wide eyes and wanted to take you right there. He licked that bottom lip of his and you had visions of what that mouth did. Bucky nodded his head.

“Oh. I get it. You want me to pursue you so that you can reject me again.”

Bucky read you like a book.

“You don’t need to worry. I won’t contact you again.”

He raised his drink toward his mouth but stopped, trapping your eyes there. You were almost panting. And definitely wet.

“Unless you ask me to.”

You wanted to cry with need, but you laughed instead.

“I thought you said you were chilling, Mr. Barnes. I won’t ask you. For anything. Trust.”

He was smirking at you as your eyes flashed at him. He read the scene in your eyes. In that moment, he knew what you needed. The way you said ‘Mr. Barnes,’ with that breathy, moany voice. Hell yeah.

You read his eyes too and knew exactly what he was thinking. But you’d be damned if you begged Bucky Barnes.

At the same time, it became Bucky’s life mission. He wanted to hear you beg for him to fuck you, to eat you out, to make you cum, to stop making you cum… Damn. He cleared his throat.

“Duly noted.”

Bucky allowed his eyes to rake down your form as he took a sip of his drink. He did not miss your nipples which were pointed right at him and the way your thighs were clenched together in your form fitting pants. He licked the foam from his lips to remind you that if you wanted to smother him in you, he’d make good use of the opportunity.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. Partly in rage, partly in desire, and partly in surprise at his game. This was a different Bucky than two weeks ago. You didn’t know if you could say no if he asked you out again.

But he didn’t ask you out again.

“Have a nice day, Ms. YLN.”

“Have a nice life, Mr. Barnes.”

Your tone was clipped as you turned on your heel and walked out of the cafe, murder and desire in your veins and a sway in your hips. You were vindicated when you looked over your shoulder and saw him watching it.

God he made you angry. Everything on your body was hard because of him, your nipples, your clit, and your heart. But he was not going to win this little game he was playing.

You were frustrated and irritable all day as you were trying to write, and had to postpone an interview because you were not in the right headspace.

Fucking James Buchanan Barnes. He was a menace.

You stared at the thumbnail to your interview with him and decided something.

You filed the post, and then went to your phone and went to his contact to delete it. Then you went to his socials, to block him there as well, even though he hadn’t tweeted or posted himself in years. You closed out twitter and then went to IG, noticing a new post. It had over 100K views in just an hour.

It was a video of Bucky running, and then stopping and stretching.

“New series of posts. My run playlists.I haven’t gotten much positive feedback from who they were intended, so why not make them public?”

His little rueful smile did things to you. He was so fucking cute, all sweaty and glistening in his muscle shirt and shorts.

“In this first post, you get a twofer. My first playlist is called, Bucky Runs. I think it’s good if you want to keep your pace up.”

You bit your lip as he continued, squinting into the camera against the setting sun in his eyes. So damn fine.

“This second one is brand new, today. It’s called, Chill, Buck. And I made it to remind myself to….”

Bucky looked off to the right of the camera.

“To remind myself to cool down after I run.”

He looked like a lost little boy and your heart clenched. You felt like a jerk.

“Hope you enjoy. ‘Night.”

Bucky smiled and the post ended. You chewed your lip as you clicked on the latest playlist.

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pairing: sebastian stan x singer!reader

warnings: none, prob bad writing from writers block

a/n: i have so many WIPs it’s not even funny anymore, this was something that i worked on for THREE WEEKS and then left for another TWO and finally gave up, i wanted this to be longer but i simply can’t get over my writers block for some reason. i’m working on a pornstar!au for bucky x reader but we’ll see how that one comes along. in the meantime enjoy this drabble one-shot about Sebastian x singer!reader

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“I’ve got to call Sebastian, he’s gonna flip!” 

Your words slur together a bit, the sheer exhaustion of touring finally catching up to you. You prop the phone against the dingy bathroom of the green room. You were still a smaller artist-- gaining traction due to the size of your online following-- so booking venues meant that you were playing smaller bars with less than fantastic amenities. You couldn’t care less though. You were doing exactly what you thought you were going to be whenever you were younger, just took you a smidge longer than you thought. 

“Hey pasărea.”

Sebastian’s usual chipper tone was dampened and his screen was dark and pixelated. 

“Oh I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Guilt starts to weave itself into your bones. Usually Sebastian would be going to at least three or four of your shows, but his shooting schedule for his latest movie isn’t giving him any rest time. 

“No, you’re okay birdie. I was just starting to lay down.” You hear him clear his throat and shuffle to sit up, the covers ruffling as he moves. “What’s up, pasărea mea.?” 

“I was just calling to let you know that I got nominated for an award.” 

You listen as Sebastian lets out a small gasp and then a swell of congratulations and I’m so proud of you’s. 

“You deserve it pasărea mea., really everything you’ve worked for is coming together.”

“Thank you, Bastian.” 

You pick up the phone and sit on the closed toilet seat, the cold porcelain was a stark contrast to your heated skin. 

“When is your next break?” 

Sebastian’s question didn’t have a simple answer. While on tour you weren’t granted many days off. But this is the life of a performing artist, you knew what you were signing up-- at least, that was when you were single.

“I’m not sure, I can send you our tour schedule again, but I don’t think that we have any free days for a while.”

He hums in disappointment, but you know it’s not directed at you as much as the situation. Even though you wanted to stay on the phone with Sebastian forever, you knew that you needed to help pack up everything and load the tour bus.

“I love you, Bastian. That’s all that I wanted to tell you.”

“I love you too, pasărea mea.. Send me that schedule whenever you can. Get some sleep love, I can tell you’re exhausted.” 

The rest of the night was a blur after you said your goodbyes with Sebastian. Much of the same-- packing cases and gear into the van and then falling asleep in entirely too close of quarters with your bandmates.

***

About two weeks later,  you’re posting about being nominated and soon  hundreds of comments are pouring in, congratulating you on your success and promising to vote for you whenever the polls open up. 

Your next venue was yet another bar, with fans already lining up hours before the show. You sneak out after your soundcheck to have a quick chat and take a few photos with them. You made sure to have a few crew members pass out waters to them-- being one of those dedicated fans before you know exactly what it’s like to stand outside for hours on end.

“Are you ready for the show tonight?” 

You ask a group of girls as you sign their notebook and accept a drawing they made of you.

“OMG, yes! We’re so ready!”

“And I bet you’re excited for tonight too, right?” 

“I’m always excited when I get to perform for you guys!” You answer her quickly as you move back up to the bar’s entrance. “Look I’ve got to go, guys. But I’ll see you inside in just a few!”

***

The show went off without a hitch and this was quite possibly the loudest venue yet. It was so gratifying to hear the crowd yell your lyrics back to you. You’re out of breath by the last song of the night, introducing it in between pants.

“This next song is probably one of my favorites.” You walk the stage as you talk, waving at a few fans during the pauses. “It’s the one that really earned me my fame, at least some semblance of fame that is. Y’all remember Bucky Barnes?”

The band starts playing 3.10 as your stage manager counts you in for the first line. This is definitely one of your favorite songs to sing on tour. You shove the microphone into its stand as you mentally prepare yourself for the higher range you wrote just for touring. The crowd became a sea of lights as each person held up the flashlights of their phones.

The crowd cheers loudly as they point toward the left side of the stage. You remove your in-ear to hear what they’re yelling. Turning toward your right you want to burst into tears. 

There are times in life whenever the world around you stops. Noises fade, the people around you slow and even the birds stop singing and the crickets stop chirping. You thought that you’d never experience that outside of Sebastian proposing. Turns out that after four months apart from your fiance can cause some interesting reactions.

He steps forward as he shields his eyes from the bright stage lights. You cover your mouth as Sebastian wraps his arms around your torso. Your eyes begin to water as his grip around you tightens and the crowd roars. Sebastian presses a smile into your shoulder as you sob into his chest. 

The chords of the chorus to 3.10 continue on a loop as the two of you hug, but on the third go-round you back up enough from him to hold the microphone in-between you and Sebastian. His eyes never leave yours as the melodic notes drift over the crowd. 

Your in-ear bounced against your collarbone as you continued singing and you were sure that the microphone was picking up Sebastian’s small hums to the melody. His deep baritone complimented your own voice in a harmony that caused a soft hush to fall over the audience. 

The final drum beats sounded as your forehead leaned against Sebastian’s with tears streaming down your face. Your brows furrowed as you looked for anything to ground you to his being. His hands shifted to your jaw to wipe away the tear lines with his thumbs. 

“Now you know these aren’t the kind of tears I like.”

The audience roared as Sebastian’s words boomed over the speakers. Yeah, to say that show was interesting was saying the least.

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Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Reader Story

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

Having successfully prevented Sebastian from seeing her picture with Jude Law and Zac, her ex, at Zac's concert, Y/n thought she was safe. But during lunch at a restaurant she accidentally bumped into Zac. Will he cause trouble again for her?

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 10/18 (might add more)

Chapter List >

Warning : angst, jealousy

Word count : 6.9k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it here.

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Chapter 10 - Trouble

Oh no, I see

A spider web is tangled up with me

And I lost my head

And thought of all the stupid things I'd said

Oh no, what's this?

A spider web and I'm caught in the middle

So I turned to run

The thought of all the stupid things I've done

And I, I never meant to cause you trouble

And I, I never meant to do you wrong

And I, well if I ever caused you trouble

Oh no, I never meant to do you harm

Trouble - Coldplay

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Amstelhaven Restaurant, Amsterdam, The Netherlands - May 16th, 2 pm

Y/n continued to stare at Zac. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she looked at him.

Oh no.. what is he doing here?! Y/n thought in disbelief. Out of all the restaurants in Amsterdam how could she choose the one where Zac also visited at the same time? It was mind boggling.

She quickly pulled out a sunglasses and a cap from her bag and put them on. She then turned her head away from Zac, hoping he didn't notice her.

Zac was sitting about three tables away from her with his bandmates. He had his back to her but she recognized his shoulder length dirty blonde hair and she also knew his bandmates. So it really was Zac.

For a moment she contemplated on what to do. She had finished eating and Starlene only had one more bitterballen left to eat. She could just go now and avoid being noticed by Zac. So she waved her hand to call the waitress and gestured to her that she wanted the check.

"Sorry Starlene, I'm gonna have to finish this for you." She popped the last bitterballen in her mouth and looked at Starlene who was sitting on her lap. Starlene looked up at her and put her tiny hand on her cheek. She gave her a look as if saying she understood, making Y/n smile.

The check finally came and she paid. After she was done paying she picked Starlene up from her lap and stood up. As she got up from the chair Starlene's legs swung over the table and knocked the glass of iced tea down. The tea spilled onto her pants, leaving them wet. Starlene was startled and started crying. Soon everyone on the tables around her turned to look at them. Including Zac!

She could feel her face went beet red as everyone paid attention to her. She glanced at Zac and saw that Zac's eyes showed recognition. She cursed internally and sat back down while rocking Starlene gently, trying to soothe her. A waitress came and helped her clean up the mess and thankfully Starlene stopped crying gradually.

"Y/n?" A male voice called her name gently.

She looked up and saw Zac, standing in front of her with a concerned look on his face.

"Uh.. hi Zac." Y/n replied and smiled at him sheepishly.

"I thought you already left Amsterdam." He said, his eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, Starlene was still sick when it was time to go to Cannes, so we thought it's better that we stay here until she's better." She replied.

"Oh okay. Is she better now?" He asked.

"Yeah, thankfully she's better." She replied.

"Oh that's good. So.. where's Sebastian?" Zac asked as he looked around seemingly trying to find Sebastian.

"He's at Cannes." She responded. She could feel a slight pang in her heart as she said it.

"Oh, I assumed he would have cancelled seeing how Starlene is sick." Zac said in surprise.

"Well, it's important for him to be there. It's his first time being executive producer. It's a big deal. He can't miss it." She defended him even though deep down she was also really disappointed that Sebastian chose his job than his family.

"I see. Do you mind if I sit?" He asked.

"Well, I was just about to leave.." she said but Zac cut her off.

"I just want to talk to you a bit. Catch up you know. I missed you." He said, giving her puppy dog eyes.

Her heart pounded hard in her chest as she looked up at Zac. He gave her a wide smile, a smile that always successfully melted her heart every time she saw it.

"Please Y/n.. for old time's sake?" He pleaded.

She sighed in defeat. Maybe she could entertain him for a couple of minutes then she would go.

"Oh alright. You may sit down." She finally said making Zac's face brightened immediately.

"Thanks." He said and he took a seat across from her.

"So.. how are you?" Zac asked, looking at her intently making her heart skipped a beat.

Stop it Y/n! She scolded herself internally. How could she still react like this towards Zac? She broke her heart years ago. She should hate him. But looking at him with his beautiful blonde locks, warm brown eyes and a charming smile made her knees feel like jelly. Good thing she wore sunglasses so he couldn't see her eyes which she was sure would give out how she stared adoringly at him.

No! You are married to Sebastian Stan, the most gorgeous man on earth. You should stop feeling like this towards another man. She reminded herself.

"I'm good. How are you?" She finally replied.

"I'm good.. I'm good.. especially now that I see you." He winked at her.

Butterflies flew in her stomach as she looked at him, and she could feel warmth crawling from her neck to her cheeks. She must be blushing furiously.

No.. no.. this can't be happening! She scolded herself again.

"I'm sorry, do you mind watching Starlene for a minute? I need to go the restroom and clean this up." She said, gesturing to her wet pants. She also needed to pull herself together. She thought in desperation.

"Oh! Okay, sure. Come here Starlene, sit with uncle Zac." He said, extending his hand to her.

"Mommy will be back soon, okay my baby girl? Play with uncle Zac." She said. Then she stood up and put Starlene on Zac's lap. She gave him a squishy baby toy to entertain her then she quickly left them.

The restroom was thankfully empty. She went to the mirror, took off her sunglasses, set it aside and looked at her pants. They were soaked with the iced tea, making her look as if she just peed in her pants. She shook her head and pulled some toilet paper from a nearby stall and started dabbing her pants with it, which did almost nothing to make her look like she didn't pee in her pants. She shook her head then decided to dry it off with the hand drier, which was hung on the wall by the exit. It was thankfully located where she could still easily put her pants under.

She was in the middle of seriously drying her pants, feeling her crotch burning from the heat and looking stupid while doing it when the door to the restroom was opened. An old lady was startled to look at her. The lady glanced at her pants and back at her face. She was so embarrassed to be caught doing something like this but she could only look back at the lady and gave her a sheepish smile.

"Maak je geen zorgen, schat. Schaam je niet. Naarmate we ouder worden, wordt het steeds moeilijker om het binnen te houden."

("Don't worry, dear. Don't be embarrassed. As we get older it is increasingly difficult to hold it in.") She said in Dutch and smiled at her in understanding.

"Dank je."

("Thank you.") She said, not understanding at all what the lady was saying.

The lady smiled and entered one of the stalls.

She sighed and continued drying her pants. It took a while until her pants looked dry enough. She hoped her crotch hadn't gotten a burn. It felt agonizing! She also hoped Starlene was okay and not cranky being with Zac.

Once she was satisfied with the level of dryness of her pants, she moved to the washbasin and splashed some water on her face. She then dried her face with some toilet paper and looked at herself in the mirror.

"Okay. Pull yourself together. You're married to the most handsome and sexy man in the world. You are not allowed to feel attraction to any other man. Especially not your ex. That's just unacceptable! So, go out there and face Zac like you're just with a friend. Nothing more. And kick him as soon as you can. You don't need to be adding more problems in your life right now." She scolded herself as she remembered that there were pictures of her and Zac out there without Sebastian that could make people think bad about herself.

The lady that caught her when she was drying her pants suddenly appeared next to her. Whatever she did she apparently just finished. She completely forgot about her when she gave herself the pep talk!

The lady gave her a smile as she washed her hands in the washbasin, making her blush.

She must think I'm crazy talking to myself and peeing my pants. She thought in embarrassment.

The lady then dried her hand and finally left her alone, but not before patting her shoulder and telling her that everything was going to be alright. The lady thankfully said it in English so she understood what the lady was saying.

Once the lady was out of the restroom, she turned to look back at the mirror and put on her sunglasses again.

"Okay. Time to go out and deal with him." She took a deep breath and went out of the restroom.

When she arrived at her table, Zac had Starlene sitting on his lap facing her. He seemed to be playing peek-a-boo with her, making various silly faces. Starlene laughed and giggled looking at Zac's silly face everytime he appeared from behind his hand.

"Da-da.." Starlene suddenly said and she put her hands on Zac's cheeks.

Her heart stung as she heard Starlene saying that. Zac looked as surprised as she was. Her first words was 'Da-da' and she said it to the wrong man!? She felt really guilty towards Sebastian. She would never tell him of course. It would devastate him.

"Y/n, you're back!" Zac greeted her as she leaned down to pick Starlene up from his lap.

"Yeah. Thanks for watching her for me, Zac. Sorry if I left a little too long." She said as she sat across from him.

"No, it's okay. We had fun." He smiled and she couldn't help but feel warmth in her heart. She wondered what kind of father Zac would be.

Stop it! She scolded herself again for thinking something like that.

"Anyway, I don't know if you heard it, but I think Starlene said something like.. 'Da-da'." Zac said, a small smile on his lips.

"Oh, did she? Well.. she said that to any man, really. Not just you." She lied. She didn't want Zac to feel he was special.

"Oh, I see. So she started speaking already. That's awesome." He gave her a genuine smile.

"Yeah, it is." She smiled back even though deep down she also felt a little jealousy towards Zac. She thought Starlene's first words would be 'Ma-ma', she deserved to be Starlene's first word. If Starlene was big enough she would have scolded her back at their hotel, but of course she couldn't.

Traitor. She grumbled internally as she looked down at Starlene who was giving her an innocent look.

"So.." Zac trailed.

"So.." She trailed.

"Did you manage to clean your pants?" He asked.

"Uh.. yeah. I dried it with the hand dryer." She replied.

Zac laughed out loud, making her smile sheepishly.

"That must have been interesting." He stated.

"Oh yeah. My crotch felt like it was on fire. Then this old lady came in and I think she thought I had peed in my pants. It just got worse."

Zac laughed even louder this time and she couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"Oh Y/n.. I forgot how funny you could be. I miss that." He said as he wiped some tears from the corner of his eyes.

She had made him laugh until he was crying? She thought with a little pride in her heart. To be honest she kind of missed this too with Zac. She and Zac shared the same sense of humor and they often made each other laugh. Not that Sebastian didn't make her laugh. He did, but it just felt different.

For about half an hour they ended up chatting and joking, exchanging stories about what they had done since they broke up and reminiscing a little about the times they spent together years ago.

"Are you happy?" He asked slowly after she was finished telling him about the job she currently had.

"I am. I'm happy, Zac." She replied.

"I mean.. not just with the job. But with everything. I mean, you have a baby and a husband. That must be exciting but maybe hard as well." He said.

She sighed. Why was he asking her this? She thought. She couldn't tell him that she was unhappy. Well, she was mostly happy but this honeymoon had been particularly challenging for her. And Sebastian's stubborness in prioritizing his job really didn't help in assuring her that she was happy. But there was no way she could spill it all out to Zac. Or.. could she?

She sighed and stared at Zac. His eyes gazed at her warmly and she couldn't help but feel comfortable with him. Maybe she could tell him. Just, not too much. She thought.

"Well, it is exciting to be a mom and a wife. Absolutely! I adore both of them. But like with any family, there are always problems. And.. I guess.. our little family's problems are starting to show. You know." She said dejectedly.

Zac nodded. "I'm sure you're holding some resentment towards Sebastian for leaving you alone with a sick child."

"Well.. I hate to admit it but.. yeah. I mean.. who wouldn't. But I know how important the Cannes Film Festival is for him especially since he's the executive producer for the movie. I need to support him even if it means I'm left to take care of a sick baby on my own. It's nothing I haven't done in the past anyway." She shrugged, remembering the three months she took care of Starlene by herself.

Zac gazed at her, looking at her with adoration and admiration, making her heart fluttered around wildly.

"You're an amazing woman, Y/n. Sebastian is so stupid for not being able to see that and appreciate that." He said, making her heart skipped a beat.

What are you doing, Zac?! She thought in disbelief. These are the things he wasn't supposed to say to her. She didn't know how to respond to that so she just stayed quiet, but she could feel her cheeks warm, she must be blushing furiously.

"I love seeing you blush, Y/n. You look so pretty when you do." Zac smiled at her.

Her heart went into somersaults as she heard Zac saying that, but she also felt immense guilt in her heart. What Zac had said reminded her so much of what Sebastian often say to her. This was wrong. Really wrong. She thought. She leaned back in her chair and avoided Zac's gaze but opted to look to their left, to the river Amstel as she tried to calm herself down.

"Sorry if I made you somewhat uncomfortable." Zac said, noticing the shift in her mood.

"It's okay, Zac." She sighed and finally turned to look at him.

"What about you? Are you happy?" She asked curiously. She had been wondering if Zac was happy after breaking up with her to pursue a better career for himself. Was it worth leaving her? She sometimes wondered. Deep down she hoped it wasn't and that Zac was suffering for leaving her. But seeing how his band had gotten more popular over the years, it seemed it was just wishful thinking on her part. Especially since he never contacted her again after they broke up. He left her just like that.

"I can't say I'm 100% happy. I mean.. I'm grateful that our band had gotten where we are now and I'm happy about that, but.. something's missing, you know." He sighed and gazed at her with regret in his eyes.

"Well, success comes with a price." She stated coldly. She was glad Zac was suffering somehow. She remembered the times she cried over him for days after they finally broke up and felt like she was worthless, like no one really loved her. The pain never really went away.

Zac sighed as they exchanged knowing looks.

"I'm sorry.. Y/n.. I wish things were different between us.. but.. we both wanted different things. So.." he said, putting his hand behind his neck nervously.

"Yeah, we did. There's no regret from me, Zac. We're just.. not meant to be." She said pointedly.

"I guess." He responded as he stared at her with sadness in his eyes.

"In any case, I.. umm.. now that we've met.. I was hoping we could stay friends, you know." He said.

She gazed at him in disbelief. After all these years of not contacting her he suddenly wanted to be friends?

"I'm sorry Zac, I don't think it's a good idea." She said.

"Why not?" He asked, his eyebrows raised.

"For one thing, I don't want to give the wrong impression to Seb. He.. he's kind of jealous of you. That's why I didn't tell him that I went to see your concert." She explained.

"Ah.. okay. So that's why you seemed to be really freaked out the other day." He said giving her a side smile.

She didn't answer him but just gave him a glare.

"Right. Yeah. I was hoping we could be friends. But if you're uncomfortable with it then it's fine." He said.

"Good." She nodded in satisfaction.

Russel, one of Zac's bandmates suddenly appeared next to them.

"Hey Y/n. How are you?" Russell asked, smiling at her.

"I'm good Russell, thanks." She smiled back and Russell nodded.

"Zac, we're leaving now. Are you coming?" Russell asked, turning to Zac.

"You guys go on ahead. I'll catch up with you guys later." Zac said.

"No, Zac, you should go. I was just about to leave anyway when I spilled that iced tea." She said.

"Oh, I'll walk you to your hotel then." Zac said.

"No, it's okay, I can go back to the hotel by myself, thanks." She said.

"I insist, Y/n. Amsterdam isn't really safe for a woman and a child to walk around alone. I'll walk you back to your hotel. Russell, I'll meet you guys back at the hotel." He said, turning to Russell.

"Okay then. Nice to see you again, Y/n." Russell said, turning to Y/n.

"Likewise, Russell." She smiled at him then Russell finally left.

"Zac, I seriously can go back to the hotel by myself." She said as she picked Starlene up from her lap and put her on her stroller.

"I know you can but like I said, it's better if you have some company. That way anyone who might have thought of maybe robbing you or something would think twice seeing you're with me." He reasoned.

"Oh alright." She finally gave up and they headed towards the exit of the restaurant.

He did have a point, she thought as they walked back towards her hotel. She would just allow him to walk her until they're at the hotel's entrance then she would ask him to leave. No big deal. She tried to convince herself.

Her hotel wasn't far from the restaurant so it didn't take them long to reach it. She stopped at the entrance and turned to Zac.

"Thanks for walking me back here, Zac." She said, smiling at him.

"You're welcome, Y/n." He smiled back.

Then he leaned down to Starlene's level and kissed her cheek.

"Good bye, sweetie. Be good to your mom and dad, okay." He said, pinching her cheek playfully.

Starlene looked up at him and said "Da-da" making Zac chuckle.

"I'm not your daddy but I can be your uncle if your mommy allows me to." He said, glancing at Y/n.

Y/n could feel the sting again in her heart. Starlene was such a traitor, she grumbled internally. She decided to ignore what just happened. She didn't want Zac to feel what he wasn't supposed to feel.

"Sorry but we have to go inside." She said, eager to be away from him.

"Yeah. Take care Y/n." He said with a slight sadness in his eyes. He gave her a brief hug and kissed her cheek. Her breath hitched as his lips touched her cheek. She could smell his cologne which had not changed after all these years, bringing back memories of all the times they spent together. Her heart pounded hard in her chest as he stepped back and smiled at her.

"Bye Y/n, bye Starlene." He said, waving his hand a little at them.

"Bye, Zac." She said, giving him one last smile.

Zac finally turned around and left, leaving her feeling glad but sad at the same time. She couldn't deny that she still had a little love for him, but she really should forget about it. She was married to Sebastian, the love of her life. She was happy with him and Starlene. Even though he wasn't here with them now, but he had been there for her all these years. She was sure the Cannes Film Festival would just be the last time he left them on this honeymoon. He did promise her that. So she should just be patient and enjoy her time with just Starlene for the next 24 hours. He would be back tomorrow. It would feel like he hadn't left at all. She thought as she entered the hotel and trying hard to forget about Zac.

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The Intercontinental Amstel Hotel, Amsterdam, The Netherlands - May 16th, 6.00 pm

For a few hours that day Y/n spent it trying to make Starlene speak again. She showed pictures and videos of Sebastian on her cellphone and taught her to say Da-da again. But Starlene just looked at her innocently and didn't say a single word except some garbled baby sounds. She also tried to teach her to say Mama but Starlene just wouldn't say it. After a while she finally gave up and just let Starlene play with her baby toys while she watched some TV.

She leaned back on the sofa, flipping through channels when she caught a glimpse of her husband's bright smile. There was apparently some news coverage about the Cannes Film Festival on a French TV channel. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at him. Sebastian looked so dapper and handsome wearing a black tuxedo and sunglasses on the red carpet. He waved and smiled to the camera while the photographers relentlessly took pictures of him, showering him with bright flashes.

"Starlene, look! There's daddy!" She exclaimed out loud, pointing her hand to the TV. Starlene looked up from the baby toy she was playing and smiled as she looked at Sebastian. She then extended her hand up towards the TV.

"Yup! There's daddy.. say Da-dy.. or Da-da.." she coaxed, but Starlene just stayed silent.

"Oh Starlene, why won't you say Da-da again?" She sighed.

Suddenly Starlene crawled down to the floor and towards the TV. Then she stood up and put her hands up on the TV, her tiny hands touched the screen right when Sebastian was shown on close up.

"Da-da." Starlene said, making Y/n's heart jumped in her chest.

"Yes! That's Da-da, Starlene. That's right!" She was so ecstatic that Starlene finally said it again, and to the right man this time!

She quickly picked up her cellphone and took a video of Starlene who still had her hands on the TV. The TV was showing Sebastian, Renate, Adam Pearson his co-star and Aaron Schimberg, the director of the movie A Different Man, being interviewed.

"Starlene, say it again. Say 'Da-da'." She coaxed as she continued shooting a video of her.

"Da-da.. Da-da.." she said and she giggled as Sebastian's face was shown on the TV screen.

"Smart girl, that's it Starlene. That's Da-da." She said excitedly.

"Now say Ma-ma.. Ma-ma.. I'm your Ma-ma, Starlene." She said, pointing at herself.

Starlene looked up at her and said. "Da-da.. Da-da.."

"No, I'm Ma-ma.. Ma-ma.." she repeated as she continued pointing at herself.

"Da-da.." Starlene kept on saying.

"Yes, that's Da-da.." she said, pointing to the TV. "This is Ma-ma.. Ma-ma.." she said, pointing at herself.

Starlene turned to look at her and said "Da-da.."

She sighed and stopped taking the video of Starlene.

"Well, I guess for now you just wanna say Da-da. That's fine, Starlene. Sooner or later you'll say Mama. Now I'm going to send this to Da-da. He'll be really ecstatic that he's your first word." She said as she swiped the screen of her cellphone, wanting to send the video to Sebastian.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as she saw the messages she had sent to Sebastian that day. All of them had not been read except the very first one when she sent him a good morning message. He had replied saying good morning as well, but after that he had not replied nor read any of her messages. Well, he must be really busy. There were supposed to be a press conference as well as interviews in addition to the screening of the movie. It must be hard for him to find time to check his cellphone. She thought, trying to ease the disappointment in her heart.

She decided to keep sending the video of Starlene along with a short message.

"Iubirea mea, you won't believe it! Starlene just said her first word! And YOU are her first word! I wish you were here to listen to it yourself. We miss you. Hope you're okay. Please contact me back as soon as you can. I love you."

She sighed as she pressed the send button. She then turned her attention back to the TV but it was already showing something else. Starlene already crawled back to the sofa and played with her toy again.

"I hope your dad will see the video soon, Starlene. I'm sure he'll be really happy seeing it." she said as she sat back down on the sofa.

Several hours later, after she and Starlene had eaten dinner and Starlene was finally asleep, she checked her cellphone again but Sebastian still had not read nor replied her messages. She felt a little deja vu. She remembered the last time he completely ignored her was when he was still stuck in a fake relationship with Ana and was blackmailed to cut off all communication with her. She felt her heart stung as she remembered the event. Surely this time there should be nothing or no one holding him back from contacting her except his work. Or was there? Doubt started to seep into her heart.

She shook her head and flopped down on the sofa. She decided to watch some Jude Law movies again to distract herself from the negative thoughts that had started to appear in her mind.

She decided to watch one of Jude's older movies, Closer, but watching it didn't help her at all in distracting her from the negative thoughts in her mind. The movie's subject matter which was about infidelity and relationships between two couples added more suspicion and negative thoughts in her mind.

In the movie Jude's character managed to cheat on his long time girlfriend for a year before finally confessing it to her. Watching it made her sick in the stomach. What if Sebastian was cheating on her with Renate? He seemed so adamant on meeting her a couple of days ago, and now he was in Cannes with her. He had every opportunity to cheat on her if he wanted to.

She shook her head vigorously, trying to clear her head from the negative thoughts. Well, she wasn't entirely innocent either. She had been seeing Zac behind Sebastian's back even though she only deliberately did it once and that nothing happened. She still felt kind of guilty about it.

She decided to turn the TV off and just go to sleep. It was almost 10 pm anyway. It was no good drowning herself in all these negative thoughts, she better go to sleep and forget everything.

She got up and headed towards the bedroom when her cellphone rang. Her heart leapt out of her chest as she heard it. It must be Sebastian! She thought excitedly as she pulled out her cellphone from her pants' pocket and pressed the green button without even looking at the caller on the screen.

"Hi Iubirea mea.." She greeted him.

"Uh.. hi Y/n.. it's me." Instead of Sebastian's voice, Zac's voice came out of the speaker instead. Her heart sank as she heard him. What did he want? She sighed in disappointment.

"Oh, hi Zac. Sorry, I thought you were Sebastian. I didn't check the caller." She said.

"Oh.. yeah. It's okay. I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm in front of your hotel. I have something for you. Just a little parting gift. Could you tell me your room number so I could give it to you?" Zac asked.

She shook her head in disbelief. Why was it so hard to get rid of him? She started to feel really uncomfortable about it. However, she didn't want to seem rude.

"Oh, that's so nice of you Zac. You don't have to." She replied.

"Oh, it's nothing. Anyway, what's your room number?" He asked.

"It's 301." She replied.

"Okay, I'm coming up." He said.

"Okay, Zac." She said then they hung up.

Several minutes later she heard a knock on the door. She quickly went to the front door and opened it. Zac stood in front of her, smiling wide at her.

"Hi Y/n.. I'm sorry to come here so late." Zac said sheepishly.

"It's okay, Zac. I was just about to go to sleep." She said.

"Oh okay. I'll be quick then." He said nervously.

"I.. uh.. I went with my bandmates earlier today to buy some souvenirs for people back home and I saw this and thought of Starlene." he said as he showed her a teddy bear wearing a traditional Dutch costume. He then extended it to her, offering it to her.

"Oh, Zac. That's so thoughtful of you. Thank you, but I can't accept it." she said. She was touched that Zac thought of Starlene, but this was wrong.

"Why not? I just want to give her something to remember me by." He said, his face fell.

"Zac.. it's not that I don't appreciate your attention to Starlene, but.. I'm with Sebastian now. What you're doing is just.. wrong." She said pointedly.

"I'm sorry." He said as he put the teddy bear back into a shopping bag.

"It's okay, Zac. Thank you anyway." She smiled and Zac smiled back.

"Can I.. can I come in for a minute? I need to use the restroom." He said sheepishly.

"Oh, sure. Come on in." She said. She had a bad feeling about this but it would be rude not to allow him to come in.

She opened the door wide and Zac let himself in.

"The restroom is over there." She said, pointing towards the door of the restroom.

"Okay, thanks." Zac put down the shopping bag on the floor and went to the restroom, leaving her to stare at him in confusion.

Moments later he came out, smiling at her, making her heart skipped a beat.

Stop it! She scolded herself internally. She hated that Zac still gave her that effect.

"Thanks for allowing me to use your restroom." Zac said, stopping in front of her.

"Sure, Zac." She said, smiling at him.

"Well.. is Starlene asleep?" He asked.

"Yeah, she's asleep." She said.

"What were you doing before I came?" He asked.

"Oh.. just watching a movie." She replied, wondering where Zac was going with this.

"Care to tell me what movie?" He asked.

"It was Closer, one of Jude Law's movies. Do you know it?" She asked.

"Ah yes, I've seen it. Julia Roberts and Natalie Portman are in it too, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, and Clive Owen." She replied.

"Oh, that's right." He responded. "Do you.. like it?"

"Not so much. But their acting are superb, as always. I just don't agree with what the characters are doing to themselves. It's sad and tragic." She sighed.

"Hmm.. Love can be complicated, isn't it?" He asked.

"I guess.." She said. She really wondered now where Zac was going with this.

"Zac, I'm sorry. It's late, I was about to go to sleep before you came. Maybe it's time for you to leave." She said.

"Y/n.. before I go.. can I ask you something?" He asked, looking at her intently, making butterflies flew in her stomach.

"Umm.. sure." She finally replied.

"Do you.. do you still have feelings for me?" He asked slowly, looking down at her with hope in his eyes.

Her heart seemed to stop as she heard his question. She thought she did a good job in hiding it from Zac, but he could still sense it. She couldn't tell him that she still had feelings for him. Of course not!

"Zac.. I.." She looked up at his warm brown eyes, her heart pounded hard in her chest. He was looking at her with hooded eyes, love and longing clear in his eyes. No! This was wrong! She scolded herself internally.

"No, I don't." She finally said with a little tremble in her voice.

"Are you.. sure?" He asked huskily as he stepped closer to her.

"I'm sure, Zac." She said as she looked up at him while her heart kept doing somersaults in her chest.

"Then.. why did you come and see me the other day and not tell Sebastian?" He asked with a glint in his eyes.

"Well.. I.. I didn't tell him because I don't want him to be jealous. You know he's really jealous of you, Zac." She replied.

"He wouldn't have a reason to be jealous if you don't have feelings for me. And you wouldn't hesitate to tell him if you don't have feelings for me, but.. you do.. don't you?" He said as he stepped even closer to her and put his hands around her waist.

She froze as she felt Zac's hands on her waist. She felt paralyzed as Zac leaned down and planted a soft kiss on her lips. She closed her eyes and memories of their time together flooded her mind as he deepened their kiss. Suddenly she could see Sebastian's face in her mind, his eyes looked at her in anguish. She opened her eyes and pushed Zac away from her, breaking the kiss. Then she slapped him in the face, startling him.

"Get out!" She yelled, her heart beating fast in her chest.

"Get out now, Zac!" She yelled again when Zac didn't react.

"Y/n.. I could feel that you still have feelings for me. Why won't you just admit it?" He pleaded as he rubbed his cheek where she had just slapped him.

"Even if I do still like you, I'm married, Zac!" She replied in frustration.

"But are you happy? Are you happy with Sebastian?" He asked.

"I am! I'm happy with him." She said, her voice shook.

"Are you sure? He left you alone Y/n. He left you alone with a sick child on your honeymoon! How can you still be happy with him when he treated you like that?" He looked at her intently, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

Tears started to fall from her eyes as his words punctured deep in her heart.

"Come back with me, Y/n. I'll make you happy. I'll make you and Starlene happy. I will never leave you like Sebastian does." Zac said, reaching out to touch her hand but she jerked her hand back from him.

"You already left me, Zac. Years ago. You made it clear you love your career more than me. How can you say you won't leave me when you already did!" She yelled as the heartbreak she felt years ago came washing over her.

"I'm sorry, Y/n.. I'm sorry. I've changed now. I'll change. You and Starlene will be number one for me, Y/n. Just please.. leave Sebastian and be with me. I can't live without you, Y/n. You're all I think about. You're the only woman for me.." He pleaded.

She stood frozen as she heard what he was saying. He couldn't be serious. After all these years that he never contacted her he suddenly wanted her back?

"I.. I can't, Zac. I'm sorry. I love Sebastian. I don't.. I don't love you anymore.." She said slowly as tears continued to fall from her eyes.

"I ruined it didn't I?" He said, looking at her sadly.

"You ruined it years ago." She said as she wiped the tears falling from her eyes. His face fell as she said those words and his eyes started to water. He did ruin it between them when he chose his career over her.

"I'm sorry." He said as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

"I forgive you, Zac. Now please, just.. go and never contact me again." She said as she pulled him by the arm and guided him out of the room.

His eyes looked down at her in surprise. "But.. Y/n.. we can still be friends, can't we?"

"Not after what just happened." She said, shaking her head at how stupid he could be.

"Now please, just.. go.." She pleaded, releasing her hold on his arm.

"Okay.. I'm leaving. I guess this is it, huh?" He sighed.

"Yes, Zac. This is it. Good bye." She said and she finally slammed the door shut in front of him.

She peeked through the hole on the door and saw Zac still standing there, tears streaming down his face. Her heart broke as she saw him, but there was nothing she could do. After a while he finally left, leaving her reeling in shock and anguish.

She leaned back on the door and slid down to the floor. Her heart felt tight in her chest. A mixture of anger, sadness and guilt swirled around in her heart like a tornado, consuming her from the inside. She couldn't believe what just happened. Zac was right, if she didn't still have feelings for him then why did she come to see him and not let Sebastian know? She hated to admit it but she did still have feelings for him. She knew it was wrong to feel that way but Sebastian being away and being just a prick for prioritizing his career over her really didn't help at all. Not to mention that he had been ignoring her that whole day.

She started to cry again as she remembered Sebastian. She wondered if this was going to be the norm for them moving forward. Him, going out there on film festivals with beautiful actresses by his side, leaving her to take care of Starlene by herself. Or him, working on movie sets all over the world surrounded by beautiful co-stars while she stayed home washing dishes, doing laundry and taking care of a baby and a puppy.

Tears continued to fall from her eyes as all the negative thoughts flooded her mind.

Get yourself together, Y/n! Seb promised he would be by your side after this. Just be patient and be a good wife. Don't be so weak! She scolded herself internally.

She sighed and wiped the tears from her eyes. She then pulled out her cellphone from her pants' pocket and  checked her messages, but Sebastian still had not read nor replied her messages. She decided to call him but her call went to voice mail. His phone was off.

Her heart dropped to her stomach as a million negative possibilities crowded her mind. What happened to him that made him ignore her for this long? He usually brought his cellphone everywhere with him, surely he would have just a couple of minutes to check it and reply to her messages. It was almost 11 pm. She imagined whatever events at Cannes must be already finished at that time. Where was he?

She dialled his number again but it still went to voicemail. She decided to send him another message hoping he'll contact her soon.

"Iubirea mea, where are you? Why haven't you responded to my messages? Please call me back. Please. I'm worried about you. I hope you're okay. Call me. I love you."

After sending the message she decided to check on Instagram to see if he or someone else had posted about him. She also remembered that Renate had an Instagram account. Maybe she posted something.

It turned out that Sebastian had not posted anything, so she searched Renate's Instagram account and checked her latest posts. She hadn't posted anything but she did post a story. She opened it and found that she had posted several pictures of her being in what seemed to be a party. The lighting was rather dim and she could see something like a stage behind her. When she saw the fifth picture on Renate's story she finally found him. Renate had taken a selfie of her, Adam Pearson and Sebastian at the party. Sebastian had taken off his tie and had the first button of his dress shirt off. He smiled wide at the camera. The next story was a video of him dancing with Renate. Y/n felt a sting in her heart as she saw it. Their dance was innocent as they weren't really standing too close to each other, but it still hurt seeing him with her. She couldn't believe that he would just ignore her for a whole day and went out there partying with another woman as if he didn't have a wife!

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She turned her cellphone off and almost threw it down to the floor as anger finally overcame her. She started to cry as the video of him with Renate kept flashing in her mind.

"Seb.. why are you doing this to me?" She sobbed as she laid sideways down on the floor, still holding her cellphone tight and finally let the tornado in her heart consume her completely.

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His eyes stayed on yours, his nose buried in your pubic hair, tongue flat against you as his fingers curved, presses, strokes, his tongue, a warm firmness. 

You’d forgotten you’d repeated the song on your run, forgot about the slow dragging version of The Hills that made you feel gritty, blissed out of your mind with your head tilted towards the sky and a tightening ache in your thighs. It’d been on your list for years — you needed it when you felt shaky, your skin crawling with need — it’d been playing out loud after you returned; your phone thrown on the bed with your shirt over your head. 

It’d started again when his lips touched the small of your back, startling you, one arm going around your waist to hold you as he kissed up your spine and over your shoulder. 

“Evening.” 

Seb hummed, “Delightful. How are you feeling?”

The ache in your throat persisted, lingering even weeks later, day after day of healing, being careful not to turn the wrong way or fall down anymore stairs. You jerked as a memory of your foot slipping from beneath you flashed through your body.

“How was your run?”

Deflection. 

Sebastian knew you better than anyone should, “Refreshing. I ran past the new juice bar near the bus station, and they had a mango banana blend with pineapple juice.”

The pattern he’d been tracing over your hip widened, his thumb skimming your belly button. “Talk fruity to me, Baby.”

Your body relaxed in his hold. 

“Hey,” a nip to your thigh made you gasp, eyes opening wide, “I can feel you squeezing. How you fuck your hips faster, press closer to my tongue. Distracted even as you’re worked up enough to only need a single finger inside you-” 

Said finger stroked over you, your hips bucking up, Sebastian tongue following the movement and you shouted, back arching, fingers tugging his hair. 

Aftershocks zipped through your body, the motion of the bed moving kept you floating along with the wave. Tiny licks along your clit hit you with electricity. The pleasure caused another snap of your hips and Seb groaned loud, rough, body seizing as he came against the mattress. 

“Bastian.” When Seb looked up at you, mouth slick, his lips swollen with a glazed expression shining in his eyes, you couldn’t help reaching for him, begging him to kiss you, to hold you. 

“You’re un-fucking-real.”

A labored laugh, another heated kiss, and Seb fell onto his back next to you. 

“Last I checked I was here.” Silence, “Oh shit am I?” 

“Could be a glitch.” The sweat on your skin was cooling, and you wanted a shirt or something — looking around proved he’d picked up after you left. The shirt you’d slept in wasn’t on the chair, and the tank top you’d tossed on the dresser was gone as well. 

He sat up when you rolled off the bed, “I heard the top five videos you were watching — uh, Tuesday, I think — the one about the matrix glitches.” 

Seb stood up and moved towards the closet, tossing something your way. The shirt stuck on your forehead for a beat after putting it on, pushing down your nose when you popped free. “I listen to a lot of videos. Have you heard about the multiverse ghost explanation? I listened to the newest Reddit reads, and somebody explained timelines and convergence.” 

Sebastian came back to bed, had tugging the blanket to his chest, head resting on the pillow. “I think — wait — this is about the possibility of entities, being moments from past or present, meeting your timeline?”

You stood up, looking for underwear, spotting Seb's shorts on the dresser. He made grabby hands when you picked up them up. They hit his face, causing him to splutter. 

“Yes, and no. I do like the timeline points, though. It’d make sense if you mapped out energy being left over. This one is that what you are seeing or hearing could be the moment your universe touches another. Explains dimension traveling as well, time traveling too if you piece it together.” 

You put your shoes in the closet, listening to Sebastian, “That is a cool thought. There are ways it’d be impractical, though. 

“Yeah,” He rolled onto his side to face you as you plopped down cross-legged at the end of the bed, “We could point out impracticalities in most things. Coincidences aren’t coincidences, and luck isn’t simple good timing. It’s the concept that makes it appealing. We’ve all had a moment of déjà vu, we’ve all seen something — whether some want to admit it — and we’ve all had our moment in karma’s hot seat. People create superstitions to explain mysterious phenomena.” 

Sebastian nodded, looked off to the side. “I’m getting some water. Want anything?”

“Do we still have granola bars? The sweet almond ones?”

“I think so.” He left the room. 

You grabbed your phone, putting your music app on pause. There were a few messages, nothing important, the same for emails and media notifications. 

There was a snap of your sister’s dog, curled around one of her cats. The animals looked peaceful, happy, well loved, and taken care of in a way that made your heart skip with jealousy. 

Before it could surprise you over the sudden emotional reaction, Seb walked into the room, waving his hand. 

“To say Ghosts are real is objective. We know this. There’s both reasonable doubt and daunting curiosity. This entire world is one large graveyard. People left to rot while nature and people moved on and kept building. Why aren’t we seeing haunting everywhere?”

He’d brought you two bars, one opened with a bite taken out of it, “That’s with your perspective. People who have the innate ability to see what we can’t see are proof that there are ghosts everywhere. It also adds to doubt — how many are fakes? They’re hallucinations because other people don’t see what you see. That brings up arguments of mental illness.” 

A shower should happen. Running later in the day leaves your skin feeling sticky, having sex and building up heat didn’t help. 

“That’s a different conversation. The correlation between the two is real — which brings us back to objective options.” 

Seb moved to the bathroom, and an invisible string pulled you from the bed to follow behind him. The nightly routine proceeded in silence, a few hums coming from both of you. The spearmint mouthwash was out, leaving you to use Seb’s yellow one that tastes like ash on your tongue. It left the frothy feeling tucked into your cheeks. 

“Yes.” Sitting in your original positions, Seb reaches for your foot and massages down the arch.

Seb leaned into the counter after you sat down on the toilet, waiting. “Echoes? We talked about that after the Halloween marathon. Recurrences — moments — trapped where the spirit left a significant amount of energy.”

Both of you made your way back to bed once finished.

“If I kick you it’s your own fault.” He squeezes in response. “Echoes make the most sense, to be honest. When you exert a large amount of energy for something, it sticks with you. Why would that disappear after death? That leads to the complicated question of what happens after death.” 

The conversation continued in a slow, quiet trail of thoughts. His voice rolled over gravel as he spoke, a low mumble of words floating in a whisper. When you realize the afterlife topic became about urban legends and cryptic, did you notice how much time had passed and how tired you were?

You stopped your rotation or sitting patterns when Seb’s eyes closed after a cracking jaw yawn.

You moved around the bed, laying along once another, his head on your lap, yours buried in his chest, Sebastian leaning against the headboard as you curl between his legs coming to rest face to face on your sides, your fingers tangled together between you; your thumb drumming silent beats on the mattress. 

Exhaustion rolled over you, floating you into the gentle moments between sleeping and waking.

The white noise of the overhead fan lolled you closer to unconsciousness until Seb speaks up, voice a curious whisper.

“Would you be angry if I became a ghost that haunted you?”

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[upindreamland]

Ethan Allen? - Sebastian Stan

Sebastian Stan x fem!reader (she/her pronouns) text imagine

Summary: Your boyfriend gets a little jealous.... over a store (fluff)

Warnings: Cursing. Inappropriate details but fluffy

AN: I've been in a text imagine mood so expect more of these. I hope you like reading this! If you have any requests please let me know!

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[imyourbratzdoll]

Hi firstly I love your work secondly I have a request about something like Lee cheating on reader hurting her bad eventually she moves on with Steve Kemp and one day Lee sees reader again he tries to win her back troubling a bit and Steve comes to comfort protect her and he scares Lee in unique way (we know what Kemp does for a living 😉)

hello, thank you! and I hope you like this!

summary - lee cheats on you which causes you to spend time finding yourself, leading you toward your new love steve kemp. what happens when the one who broke your heart finds you again?

warning - angst, cheating, violence, mentions of cannibalism.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by a deactivated again:(

No one ever prepared you for the pain of being cheated on, you thought that Lee was the one, having been together for five years. You had dreamt of the two of you getting married, being the perfect little housewife for him. You never expected to walk in on him balls deep inside his secretary, the very one he told you not to worry about. Everything was blurry after that, you could barely remember you storming out of his office, or that he didn’t even chase after you. You didn’t wait for him to come home, you immediately packed your things and left the house, letting him come home to an empty house. 

It had been two years since you had your heart broken and through those years you had managed to love yourself and find love again, even though your trust issues would spike at times. From time to time, you would get flashbacks of walking in on Lee, getting stabbing pains in your chest when you remember each painful detail of that day. You stare blankly ahead, lost in your thoughts with a coffee in your hand, you couldn’t hear as Steve calls for you.

“Sweetheart.” 

You remember walking in, dropping the freshly baked biscuits to the ground as you watched the love of your life fuck into his very young and pretty secretary that’s bent over the desk. You remember how his head turned and he just smirked at you, it felt as though your heart was being ripped out.

“Y/n!” You blink, feeling a burning sensation on your hand and your eyes move down, causing you to notice your recently bought coffee has now crumbled into your hand as the liquid flows out of it, burning your flesh. “Fuck, Honey. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve gently removes the ruined coffee from your hold and into the trash before he pulls you over to a bathroom and carefully cleans your hands. “Flashbacks again?” You nod, “I’m sorry, I forgot that, that particular pet name was what he used.” 

“It’s okay… It’s my fault.” You stare at him with wide eyes as he glares at you. 

“No it’s not, it’s never your fault!” He gently takes your face in his hands and places a soft kiss on your lips. 

Steve Kemp, what a dream he was. You had met him during a time where you were between loving yourself and finding love again. You had been walking past your local hospital and ran into him as he was coming out, gobsmacked as to how they hired such handsome doctors. You even blurted out asking if his looks distracted the other doctors from their job. He laughed, causing your mind to become fuzzy as you stared up at him dazedly. For the first time in a long time, you felt happy and through that happiness, you asked him out. Thankfully, he accepted and here you are, staring at the godlike man as he cleans the hot coffee from your hands.

“I love you…” He looks at you and smiles, bringing your hands up to his lips and kissing them softly.

“I love you, honey. Now, there won’t be any scars or damage. So are you ready to go? I can reorder a drink, maybe a cold one this time.” You smile, nodding and letting him help you down from the sink. Steve wraps his arm around you gently, leading you back out into the coffee shop and lines up to reorder an iced coffee. 

As you leave the coffee shop, waiting for Steve, your world begins to crash as you hear a familiar voice. “Well if it isn’t my little ol’ sweetheart!” Your eyes widen as you turn and stare at the chubby man making his way over to you. How the hell was this possible? He made it clear that he would never leave his hometown. “You’re a hard woman to find.” He stands in front of you, a smirk on his face. “Now, what do you say, baby. You come back home, this little spat of yours has gone on long enough.” Lee’s grubby hands reach forward and grip your arm, you didn’t know how you ever fell in love with him. 

“Get your hands off of me! We are over! Did that not go through your head when I left after I caught you fucking someone else?!” You struggle against his hold, looking behind you in hopes that Steve comes out soon. 

“Pfft, please. That wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last, so now, Sweetheart. You are gonna shut your pretty mouth and come with me, and then, you will turn a blind eye whenever I go out with another woman. You hear?” 

“Well that isn’t happening.” Steve steps out, your iced coffee in his hand. He stares down the man, not flinching as Lee tries to intimidate him. “I suggest you let go of my girl.” He speaks slowly, but clearly. When Lee doesn’t let go, only tightening his hold on your arms, causing you to let out a whimper. With quick movement, Steve steps forward and grabs ahold of Lee’s wrist, gripping it and beginning to twist. His glare sharpens as Lee lets out grunts of pain. Steve leans forward and whispers, “If you touch, look, speak or even think of my girl again. I will cut you up into little pieces and serve you to your town.” Lee’s eyes widen and he immediately lets go and backs up, usually nothing would scare Lee, but the seriousness in Steve’s voice and eyes made him rethink everything. 

Steve’s arm wraps around you and he hands you your drink, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Right, well. You aren’t worth this much trouble.” Lee clears his throat and quickly walks away, and you look up at Steve.

“Did you threaten to cut him up?” Steve looks down at you and smiles.

“Of course, and also you are worth it.” He winks at you and you shake your head with a smile.

“I mean… I wouldn’t stop you if you went through with it.”

And with those words, a plan began to form inside of Steve’s head. 

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[mybuckynotyours]

All I Ever Wanted

Pairing: sugardaddy!Bucky x female!reader

Warnings: None really, pure fluff! Slight mention of sex but mostly fluff.

A/N: I'm hoping that the tags will work. I'm trying to repost this. I hope you will all enjoy and thank you for reading! Any comments, reblogs and likes will be greatly appreciated!

"Goddammit!" You heard as soon as you walked into Bucky's lavish mansion.

As you had agreed a few weeks prior, you and Bucky were spending the holidays together.

You could not wait to burst out through the university doors as soon as the last lecture finished. That day you were too giddy and excited to focus on anything. Your mind was consumed with all sorts of thoughts on how you and Bucky will spend the Christmas holidays.

He had told you that he had to attend to some engagements to which you were definitely being dragged along with him. You were not to leave his side, as per his insistence and you were certainly not complaining nor disobeying.

You were spending the holidays like any other couple would. You went together Christmas shopping and you even went Christmas tree shopping because Bucky begged you for your opinion. He told you that he never actually bought a Christmas tree by himself, he had always just found it all put up and made up pretty with all the lights. But, this year was different. He was adamant to be involved in the whole process, so long as he did it with you.

So far, the holidays were magical. You were living your cheesy, girly dream. Living with the man that you so much adored, getting to cuddle together till you both fell asleep at night, cooking breakfast together, dancing in the living room before dinner. It was truly one of a kind, which made your heart yearn and ache for more. You had been thinking so hard, trying to prepare yourself for one of the hardest conversations of your life. You wanted to open your heart to Bucky and tell him exactly how you were feeling.

So one morning, just after breakfast you decided to go for a walk to collect your thoughts so that when you'd get back, you will address the damn elephant in the room. Bucky must feel the same way, he must. He has been doting over you every second of the day. Surely, these feelings are not one sided.

Hearing him huff and slam his palms on the kitchen counter seemed to be a bad sign to stir up this kind of conversation, as you walked into the kitchen.

Bucky seemed frustrated, his floofy hair out of place and his beard seemed even thicker. He was still quite the sight to see, even in just a plain black jeans and dark blue polo shirt. You wanted to continue staring but his growing annoyance was unavoidable.

"What's wrong Bucky?" You managed to say a bit too timidly for your liking. The way he was acting was making you nervous, especially since you had a plan to which you wished to execute but perhaps it had to happen another day or never.

"I'm sorry." It was as if he didn't  notice you immediately as he jumped a little and withdrew back to rest against the kitchen sink, away from whatever was pissing him off. He didn't even look at you. You could see how his glare intensified, as his eyes squinted, focusing on the object of his irritation.

"Bucky?" You repeated again, pacing slowly towards him, stopping right in front of him.

"What has gotten you so worked up?" A while ago, all you could see was a small mess on the kitchen table. You spotted a pair of scissors, tape, red and purple ribbons and the Christmas wrapping paper, which ultimately covered the whole table.

You put two and two together as soon as it hit you and burst out laughing at him, clapping a little in the process.

"Oh my God! You're trying to wrap the presents by yourself?" You exclaimed in between laughs, trying to breathe but was a little hard. It was just so amusing, looking at a scolding man-child Bucky.

"I'm helpless! I tried but, I can't!" He was failing miserably at trying to defend himself, clearly.

"I have no clue how to wrap presents." He scolded again, folding his arms against his chest.

"You're being a big baby. Wrapping paper 1, Bucky 0." You laughed out loud again, amusing youself some more.

"Help me out instead of all this teasing, it's not fair!" He protested as he unfolded his arms to latch onto you by poking your sides. "C'mere." He joined in laughing as he wrapped himself around you, entrapping you in his embrace.

The laughing was dying down as you tried to catch your breath. Your head was resting against his broad chest, occasionally stifling a giggle and wiping your teary eyes.

"That was good, a really good laugh. You made cry!" You chuckled again, looking up at him.

"I did, did I? Well, later I'll make you cry but the sentiment's going to be a tad different." He winked at you before baring his teeth with a wolfish grin.

Your stomach was doing backflips as you caught on what he meant. You weren't sure whether he would make you cry out with pleasure or cry out desperately for release, perhaps the latter since you teased him so much. Bucky always managed to remind you who is ultimately in control in this relationship and you loved nothing more than to be reminded. He knew exactly how to tame his little vixen under the sheets.

"Let me show you how to wrap up a present at least?" You managed to say, trying to stay focused. It seemed impossible. The presents, his sexual innuendos, everything was becoming a distraction, your mind was floored.

"No, no, besides, it's just the one present." He detached himself from you, putting a slight distance. He rubbed the back of his neck as if he was about to make a decision about something. He wasn't looking your way as he did. His eyes were downcast, before he tilted his head a little to the side to look at the object that a while ago was downright frustrating him.

He moved further away from you, taking a few steps to the kitchen counter. You had turned your head around to watch what he was doing and turned your body around to continue eying him.

He turned around to face you, both of you standing in the middle of his kitchen. For some reason the room seemed to become smaller as a certain silence filled the room.

You were both staring at each other, without saying a word. Bucky was looking at you - it seemed different from all the looks he usually gives you. His expression was unreadable, the anticipation intensified.

He closed the distance between the two of you by capturing your lips with his as one of his hands cupped your chin, his thumb brushing your cheek as he deepened the kiss.

You loved the way he would always kiss you, so attentive and passionately. But somehow this kiss felt different. It seemed to carry more weight and meaning to it that you could hear your heart hammering in your chest. It was an all consuming kiss. Bucky was kissing you with everything that he's got, showing you more. The more you so want, more than anything in your world.

"Bucky." His name escaped your lips breathlessly as he pulled away. He wasn't too far. He gently kissed the tip of your nose and then your cheek, before he pecked your lips once more.

"Mmm." His strong body vibrated against yours as he murmured your name between kisses.

"I've got you something." He announced with a whisper.

"It's the first of many." You frowned a little at that. He had already given you so many gifts through the duration of your arrangement.

"I hope you'll like it." He finished as he placed a thin, long rectangular velvety box into your palms. The box was dark blue, matching the hue of his eyes at that moment.

You passed another look between the box and the man in front of you before opening the lid.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as you had never seen something so beautiful as this in your life and all for you. Did he mean this moment when he said he'll make you cry? Wait no. Oh my god.

A diamond necklace laid inside the box. It looked so delicate. You could not accept this. The little beads of diamonds, side by side - it was perfect.

"I can't. Oh my. Bucky." You held a hand up, your palm covering your open mouth. "Too much."

"Please." He hooked his index finger under your chin as you felt him lift your head to gaze into your eyes.

"You mean so much to me." He said so effortlessly, it was giving you the confidence to speak up and speak your mind.

"Daddy, this is all I ever want. I mean- you, this...us." You bit on your lower lip as the words escaped you.

"I know, babygirl. I love you." A single tear ran down your cheek as your stomach fluttered with excitement.

"You read my mind today." You managed to chuckle in between tears as Bucky's soft lips touched your forehead.

"I wanted to say something for so long. I'm sorry. It's been a...long while, to be exact." He sighed against your hair.

"Me too. There's no need to be sorry." You smiled warmly up at him.

You heard him profess his love for you, he was giving you a diamond neckless and he was being so tender. Just like a scripted story in a movie, except this was now, actually, your reality.

"I love you too, daddy. Thank you. This is the best Christmas ever." You continued to beam before once again closing the gap between the two of you to kiss him with all that you've got.

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[navybrat817]

Can lumberjack Bucky keep me warm? 🥺

He'd love to, nonnie.

A Warm Embrace

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky teases you as he keeps you warm. Word Count: Over 600 Warnings: Fluff, cuddling, pet names, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Are you lovelies sick of my fluff? Sorry, but Burly and Bambi are sweet.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You couldn't sleep. Not with how cold you were. The thick blanket tucked around you should've been more than enough to keep you warm, but it didn't stop your teeth from chattering. The howling wind outside sent another shiver down your spine as you tried to burrow yourself deeper into your bed. Maybe you should've thrown another log on the fire.

Better yet, you should've just camped out in front of the fireplace instead of stubbornly going to the bedroom.

“Stupid cold,” you grumbled to yourself, rubbing your face against the pillow when gentle footsteps approached the bed.

Your eyes flew open when the mattress dipped behind you, a warm weight enveloping your back under the blanket before a heavy arm curled around you. “Can hear your teeth chatting from the other room, Bambi,” a deep voice rumbled.

The tremble that rolled through your body had nothing to do with the cold when Bucky rubbed his soft beard against your neck. “I slipped on the ice one time,” you muttered.

He chuckled before he kissed the back of your neck, tracing the path his beard made as you bit your lip. “Yeah, but you tried so hard to stay upright before gravity took you out. Just like Bambi.”

“I’ll have you know that I fell very gracefully,” you said before he turned your body toward him, your heart racing as you came face-to-face with the lumberjack.

Bucky was the captivating sort of handsome, the type that made people stop in their tracks when they caught a glimpse of him. From his lush brown hair to the depths of his intelligent and striking blue eyes, it was like an angel carved him out specifically for you. But what was beautiful about him came from within and shined through the surface.

Even when he teased you.

“I watched the whole thing, darling, and you were about as graceful as a baby deer,” he said, his azure eyes filled with glee when you narrowed yours. “Again, just like Bambi.”

“You know, you’re lucky you’re cute, Burly. And warm,” you said, tearing your gaze away from his pretty eyes to stare at his broad chest. Of course, he walked around the cabin shirtless while you couldn’t stop shaking. How was he so hot? Body and looks wise?

Was it a rule that lumberjacks were sin incarnate clad in packages of plaid shirts and tight pants with sturdy bodies underneath?

“So, you do think I’m cute,” he teased, your stomach flipping as you smiled at his words. Of course, you did. “Come here.”

You buried your face in his chest as his arm tightened around you, molding your body against his as you sought out more of his warmth. He rested his chin on the top of your head as your shaking eventually stopped, his calloused hand roaming along your back with immense care. All you wanted to do minutes ago was sleep, but now he was holding you and pushing a thick thigh between your legs and all you wanted to do was bask in his attention.

Maybe ride his thigh, too.

“You’re right, you know,” he said.

You tried to lean back as much as you could to get a good look at him, but didn’t want any space between the two of you in case you started shivering again. “Right about what?”

He brought his hand to your cheek as his lips curled in a small smile. “I am lucky,” he whispered, helping you tilt your head so he could kiss you, slow and deep.

And lucky for you, your lumberjack would always be by your side.

Because I need another AU, right? SHH. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[thornsnvultures]

It's my birthday! 🥳 I'm turning 28 on the 28th so I figured why not have some fun. I'm also a leo who likes attention even though I say I don't, so you have to give me a lot of it or this moodboard will have been for nothing.

🥀 Feel free to send in some:

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🥀 Drabbles:

Send in a character & an AU and/or thot 😘 and I'll write a 100 word drabble based on it.

I write mostly for Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan characters but I'm open to others from the Marvel and DC Universes male or female (feel free to ask if you're not sure). Someone please send in a Sierra Six request ok thx

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Not to reuse the same joke twice but- It's my party and I'll gas up my friends if I want to. Ask me about my favorite stories, series, writers, etc! I've only been active in this fandom since October of last year and I've met so many rad people with so many amazing stories to tell, like literally hundreds. So if you want to know what some of my favorites are, ones that I go back to a lot, anything, feel free to ask!

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[iheartsebstan]

So I fell down this rabbit hole on @/animarvelita on TikTok with all these AI images of Bucky!! Now I want to go back an reread all my fav fan fiction with these images in mind 😍

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[wwilsonbarness]

sweetie

pairings: dbf!bucky x y/n reader

summary: after yet another failed date your dad’s best friend Bucky cheers you up.. 

warnings: smut 18+ only (unprotected sex, oraL (M & F receiving), fingering, creampie, cockwarming, praise kink, safe word(mentioned not used), innocence kink), age gap (reader is early twenties, bucky is mid 40’s), use of pet names, swearing, body shaming (not from reader or bucky), insecure thoughts (reader) - let me know if I missed any :)

word count: 4092

a/n: I’m a slut for dbf!bucky so I had to use him for my first time writing smut🤭 go easy on me please i tried😭

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“Y/n?” 

“Yeah! Hey, Ryan right?” He just nodded and sat opposite you, clearly not caring he had shown up 20 minutes late. .

“You’re not what I expected” he tried to play it off with a chuckle but you just looked at him in shock, completely confused.

“What were you expecting?” 

“Someone a little.. you know” he pauses for a moment and looks you up and down before continuing, “it doesn’t matter” Before you could question what he meant you hear a familiar voice come from behind you. 

“Y/n, how are you sweetheart?” As you go to turn your head you feel a cold hand on your shoulder, instantly telling you who was there. 

“Buck! What are you doing here?” 

“I’m picking up some dinner on the way home from work, just spotted you two over here and thought I’d say hi” He looks over at your date with a slight smile. Bucky had always been protective over you, ever since he started working with your dad, he’d always be over at your house for some reason or another, but you’d never complain. You’ve secretly been crushing on him for a while now, there was just something about him that you loved, not to mention he was the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. 

“Oh right, sorry! This is Ryan, my date” You point your hand towards him, “Ryan, this is Bucky, one of my dad’s friends” Ryan stands up and holds his hand out waiting for Bucky to shake it. 

“Nice to meet you Bucky” So he doesn’t lack all respect it seems.

“Call me James” He tightly squeezes Ryan’s hand, maybe too hard as Ryan tries to pull away slightly. You couldn’t help the blush creeping up onto your face. Bucky only introduced himself as James to people he didn’t like, come to think of it you had only heard him introduce himself as James a few times. Once when you brought a boy home in your first year of college, to the creepy neighbours who moved into your street whilst Bucky was over for dinner and one of his colleague’s. He must have a good judge of character because all of those people turned out to be total dicks. 

“Well, I won’t take up any more of your time, have a good night you two” He leans down to give you a hug, and whispers into your ear, just loud enough so Ryan can hear. “See you later sweetheart” He turns to Ryan and nods before leaving. You feel your mood drop as he walks away, you were sad that he was leaving, especially with it meaning you were stuck with your sad excuse for a date. You pick up the menu and go to ask what he’s thinking of getting before the waitress interrupts.

“Ready to order?” Before you can respond asking for an extra few minutes Ryan answers for you. 

“I’ll have the pasta special  and she’ll have the chicken salad.'' You shoot him a confused look, similar to the look the waitress is giving you both. You couldn’t believe he was ordering for you, and ordering you a salad at that. God, you could not wait for this night to be over already. 

Surprisingly the conversation from there wasn’t that bad, he asked you about your job to which you explained the recent job you’d gotten as an elementary school teacher. Things were looking up until your food arrived. “I hope you didn’t mind me ordering for you, salad is always a safe choice, you know?”

“Do you have a problem with how I look or something?” He didn’t even seem shocked or embarrassed when you asked. 

“I’ve just never dated someone as big as you”

“what?” Was he serious right now? You’d gained a little weight recently due to stress eating but you didn’t think other people would notice, or point it out.

“Do you not think you could lose a few pounds? You’d look so much better, especially with a dress like that on.” You could feel the tears forming in your eyes as he spoke, little droplets gathering on your eyelashes. You tried to stop your voice from shaking before answering him. 

“I don’t think this is gonna work out” 

He rolls his eyes and scoffs. “God. Women are so sensitive these days” You didn’t want to show him how he was affecting you so you grab your jacket and walk out without looking back. You’re only outside for a couple minutes before you hear that voice again, along with a car horn. You lift your head up and see Bucky parked just ahead of you.

“You okay sweets?” 

“Buck, you’re still here?” you begin to walk towards him.

“Mhm, food took a while to come out. What’s wrong, are you okay?” 

You quickly wiped away the tears that were rolling down your cheeks “I’m fine, just wanna get home” 

“Hop in, I’ll give you a ride home” 

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna-“

“Don’t be silly, you know I don’t mind” you force a small smile out before making your way to the passenger side. 

“How was your date?” You turn to him with a look that makes it clear it was not a good time. 

“He was an ass” His gaze softens on you and he puts his hand onto your thigh and rubs circles over it with his thumb. 

“I knew it” He notices you trying to smile and softens his tone, “I’m sorry sweetie, come on I’ll take you home” 

“Thank you” He softly squeezes your thigh before moving his hand to focus on driving you home. You missed his touch already, it made you feel safe like you had someone who cared but it also excited you, making your body heat up. You quickly threw that idea out, he was your dads best friend, he would never think of you that way. 

Your apartment isn’t far away, the car journey only lasts around 10 minutes. It was a mostly quiet car ride, Bucky didn’t try and make you open up about your date but he was worried, you seemed really upset with whatever had happened. “Are you sure you're okay?” 

You tried to answer without letting your shaky voice show but you failed, “I just wanna get in and get changed out of this dress” You rub your hands over your dress to try and make yourself look better, you couldn’t help but think you looked bad after Ryan spoke about you like that. When Bucky parks outside your apartment you sit  in silence for a moment, you didn’t want to get out because it meant Bucky would be leaving you. “Do you want to bring your food in? It’ll be cold by the time you get back to yours” 

“That would be great, if you don’t mind” 

“Course not Buck” You both get out and walk up to your door. Bucky noticed you playing with your dress on the way, “you look real pretty in that dress” You turned to him as he spoke to you, surprised with what he said.

“Really? I thought I liked it too but, I, I don’t know” you trailed off slowly. 

“Whatever that asshole said to you, don’t listen to him. You look great” 

“Thank you Buck but you really don’t have to say that” 

“I mean it sweetheart, you look gorgeous” You smile up at him, a little less forced this time. It takes you a minute to compose yourself and find your keys but you finally manage to unlock the door.

“Sit down, I’ll get you a plate” 

“Bring two” he shouts through from the couch to your kitchen. 

“Okayy” you're slightly confused but take two plates out the cupboard along with two beers from the fridge, “but why do you need two?” 

“So you can have some” you weren’t in the restaurant too long, did you eat anything?” 

You were tempted to pretend you weren’t hungry but you really were starving. “Is there enough to share? I left before I could eat my salad” 

“Salad? you went to an italian restaurant and ordered salad?" Bucky laughed. 

“He ordered for me” Bucky stopped laughing as soon as the words left your mouth, and he started shaking his head. 

“What a dick, here” he unpacks his bag of food and lays them on the table in front of you both. “help yourself to as much as you like, lucky for you my eyes are too big for my belly” 

“So where'd you find this guy anyway?” 

You sat on the sofa for an hour or so and explained the whole story, including everything that happened on the date. By the end of it Bucky was angry, angrier than you’d ever seen him. He pulls his hand up to your face and cups your cheek, “Don’t let some boy make you feel insecure, you don’t need to change for anyone, and anyone would be lucky to have you” 

No one had ever spoken to you with such kind words and you could feel the tears forming again, you tried to play it off. You were embarrassed for being so emotional. “I’m sorry, just no one ever speaks about me like that” 

“You deserve to hear it everyday, and I really mean that” 

“Thank you buck, and thank you for sharing your food.” 

“Anytime sweetie” 

“I’m gonna go get changed and then I’ll clean this up okay?” 

“Sure, take your time” 

Only a couple minutes pass before Bucky hears you calling his name from your bedroom. 

“Y/n? are you alright” worry had set in fast, faster than it probably should’ve but he cared about you alot. he practically ran through, only stopping when he walked into you. 

“Where's the fire jesus” he puts his hands on your shoulders to try and steady you both. 

“I heard you calling my name, are you alright?” you couldn’t help but smile at his concern for you, it was nice to have someone who cared for you. 

“I’m okay, my hair’s just stuck in my zip, can you help me with it?” you reply as you walk back into your room, Bucky following you close behind. 

“Yeah, come here” you turn your back to him and lift your hair that isn’t stuck out of the way” 

“We might just have to cut it off” you playfully slapped his arm. 

“You wouldn’t dare” he places his hands to your hair and begins to work its way out, the touch of his fingers sends shivers all over you, you try to stifle the moan you make but you can tell you failed. 

“I'm just kidding don’t worry, there you go that should be it out” he says but he doesn’t move his hands. instead he turns you around and looks into your eyes. “You really are beautiful, especially in this dress” he loves to lean into your neck and whispers quietly, “even if I would prefer to see it on the floor” Yet again you couldn’t stop the blush appearing onto your cheeks, did he really say that?

You pull your head back a bit, Bucky starts to think he made you uncomfortable but it was quite the opposite, you pull his face towards you and push your lips together, it was a deep kiss, slow with an intensity you hadn’t felt before. You begin to pull away slowly, scared of overstepping but he pulls you back up against him, his hand cupping your hair, not too tight so you could pull away if you wanted to. His lips were soft, different to what you expected but it felt good. He pulls away slightly, but you can feel his grin against you. 

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that”  he says whilst catching his breath. 

“Really?” he hums in agreement. “What else did you want to do?” you feel his grin grow even more. He pushes you back a bit towards your bed and you follow him. 

“You sure you want to do this?” 

“I’m sure Bucky, please” 

“Just say red if you want to stop, okay?” you nod your answer. “I need words sweetie” 

“Yes buck” 

“Good girl” you can feel your panties getting wetter the more he talks to you, you desperately need him to touch you. 

“Bucky please” he could hear the desperation in your voice and it made him laugh, he loved having this effect on you. 

“What do you want, sweetheart? tell me what you want me to do to you” You got shy all of a sudden and it took a minute to find your words. 

“I want you to touch me” Bucky trails his hand down your body and stops between your legs. 

“Here?” he rubs circles over your clit through your dress making you moan and grab into his shoulder. 

“Fuck.. please Bucky” he takes his hand away, you pout up at him. 

“Take off your dress. and lie down” you do as he says, as he watches you with a grin on his face. It doesn’t take you long before you're laying down and Bucky crawls on top of you. He starts to kiss your neck, slowly making his way down to your breasts. “Can I leave this on?” he asks pointing to your bra, you just nod. Thank god you chose this lingerie set today. “You look so sexy in it, making me so hard baby” You let out a little laugh at him,”You’ve gone all shy on me sweets” 

“I'm sorry” Bucky shakes his head.

“Don’t apologise, it’s cute” He continues kissing you slowly, stopping when gets to the band of your panties. He begins to slowly take them off, “still okay?” 

“Yes, please buck. I need you” you whisper to him. 

He throws your panties onto the floor and opens your legs, biting his lips as he sees your pussy glistening in front of him. “Such a pretty pussy”

He lowers his head down and licks his lips before rubbing his fingers over your pussy, collecting the slick already gathered there. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and slowly licks them. “You taste so sweet baby” you feel your cheeks flush at his compliments, “Sweetest thing I ever tasted” he speaks before lowering his head back down. 

He presses his finger to your clit and pushes down a little, making you whimper. “Bucky please” you try to roll your hips up to get him closer to you. “Please buck i need you”

He doesn’t say anything but in the next second you feel his tongue against you. “Fuck Bucky” it was so much better than you were expecting. 

“Aw sweets, you're so wet. Is this all for me?” you nod again, biting your lip. He had hardly touched you and you already felt better than you ever have with anyone else. 

You tried to close your legs to escape the overwhelming feeling but Bucky pushed them open again and looked up to you. this was something you’d dreamt of seeing, having him looking up to you from between your legs. you couldn’t believe this was really happening.

“Gotta keep them open baby, so I can make you feel good” you nod down at him, as you nod he teases his finger around your pussy making you throw your head back. 

He lowers his head again and brings his tongue to your clit and begins to roll his tongue over it. You start to move around, the feeling is too much, he lifts his arm up to your stomach and presses down slightly to stop you from squirming. He uses his other hand to tease your pussy, “Fuck, your so tight sweetie”, he lifts himself up a little and brings his hand to your mouth and holds out two fingers. “Spit on them” you hesitate at first before dropping your spit onto them. 

When he gets back done to your legs he lightly blows on your clit, making you moan out. He begins to tease your hole and starts putting one finger in, slowly, “Fuck, i can’t wait to get my cock in you baby, your so tight” he pushes his finger in and out slowly a few times before adding in another. You can’t help the moan that leaves your lips. you don’t care how loud you’re being, it feels too good.You could feel the ache in your pussy getting stronger, your orgasm fast approaching, you’d never come this fast before. 

“Bucky, please don’t stop” he doesn’t stop, he speeds his fingers up feeling you tightening around them. “Oh.. Fuck. Bucky please I'm gonna- I’m gonna come. Don’t stop” you throw your hands around you, grabbing onto the covers and squeezing them as hard as you can.

“Come for me baby” a few more thrusts of his fingers and you come, your eyes roll back, your orgasm leaving you whimpering, Bucky drops his head down and licks your come. “How do you feel sweetie?”

“Good” is all you can manage, still trying to catch your breath. 

“You did so good baby” he crawls back up to you and plants a kiss on your lips, you can taste yourself on him. You feel his cock through his jeans touching your stomach and reach down for it. 

“Bucky?” you ask shyly. 

“Yeah baby?” he pushes your hair out of your face and cups your cheek.

“Can I touch you?” you slightly squeeze his bulge as you ask, batting your eyelashes up at him. 

He chuckles a little at how shy you are. “Of course you can sweets” he lays down beside you and guides you to sit up beside him. you start to unzip his jeans pull them down before he lifts his hips up making it easier for you to remove his clothes. When his jeans are off you see his cock jump up, it was a lot bigger than you had ever seen before. nerves started to slowly set in, what if you couldn’t make him feel as good as he made you? 

It was as if Bucky could read your mind, he saw the concern in your eyes and started to reassure you. “Sweetie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to” 

“I want to” you reply quickly before quieting down and slowly continuing “I just don’t know if it will be as good as you made me feel, I don’t wanna disappoint you” 

“You could never disappoint me baby, I'll help you if you need it okay?” you nod your head, and trail your fingers up his thighs before reaching for him. You grab the base of his cock, your hand doesn’t reach around it fully so you bring your other hand beside it. “Fuck baby, that already feels so good” his praise gave you a bit more confidence. Quickly gathering some spit in your mouth, you drop it down onto the tip of his cock, and use your thumb to rub circles over it. He was feeling so sensitive he couldn’t stop his groans leaving him, “fuck Y/N, keep doing that” you did just that, whilst your other hand slowly rubs up and down his cock. 

“Can I put it in my mouth?” Bucky's a bit taken aback by your sudden confidence but he doesn’t hesitate to answer. 

“Please do” you move closer to him and settle between his legs, you lower your head down and lick his tip gently before bringing your tongue down to the base and working your way back up slowly. “Fuck, baby you keep doing that and your gonna make me come.” His praise was making your cheeks flush and he noticed, so he kept going. “Baby you're doing so good, it feels so. fuck. so good” You begin to put his cock in your mouth, going as far down as you could before bobbing your head up and down. Bucky places his hand on your head and slightly pushes your head down further, “fuck sweetheart, your gonna make me come.” 

You speed up, wrapping your hands around his shaft where your mouth can’t reach, Bucky was moaning and whining loudly beside you, his breathing was speeding up. You could tell he was about to come, you wanted him to come in your mouth, you needed to taste him.

“Baby, I’m gonna come, oh god I’m gonna come” he expected you to pull away from him but you keep going until his come shoots down your throat. “Fuck baby, fuck that was good” you look up to him, come dripping out your mouth and smile. “You look so pretty covered in my come sweetheart” He smirks at you, making you blush yet again. You use your finger to collect the come dripping out your mouth and suck on it, which makes Bucky’s cock twitch. 

You look down and see that he’s still hard, so you crawl up to him and whisper into his ear “could you fuck me?” so quietly he hardly hears you. 

“Sweetie you gotta speak up” you pout at him, but repeat yourself. You could feel your pussy throbbing, you needed him inside you. 

“I want you to fuck me Bucky, please” He turns to you

“Lie down” you immediately do as he says. “I’m gonna fuck you like the good, dirty girl you are” he grabs his cock and stroked himself a couple times to get it ready for you. “Remember to use the safe word if you need me to stop okay?” 

“I remember, but please just fuck me. I need you” he brings his cock to your pussy, pushing just the tip in. “Go slow please, you're bigger than I’ve ever had” Bucky felt a hint of jealousy over the thought of anyone else being inside you but he pushed it aside and focused on you. 

“I’ll be gentle don’t worry sweetheart” He brings his tip out and pushes slowly back in a couple times, letting you adjust to him. When it becomes easier he goes in deeper, nearly halfway in. You moan in the mix of pain and pleasure, he was stretching

you but it felt good. 

“Fuck Bucky, you feel so good, keep going please” He pushes in further, rubbing circles over your clit as he does, making it easier for him to fit inside you. 

“Shit baby, you're so tight. squeezing my cock so good” He hadn’t even fucked you properly yet and you could already feel your orgasm coming close. 

“Bucky fuck me please, just fuck me” he bottoms out inside of you, hitting a spot you didn’t even realise existed within you. “OH my god Bucky, keep going. please. It feels so good” 

“Such a good girl for me, taking my whole cock” your moans make him fuck you harder, chasing the release he so desperately needed “So good sweets, you feel so good” 

“Fuck, Bucky. duck me harder please Bucky” 

“You want more?” he thrusts into you harder as he says each word. “Fuck, you’re gonna milk my cock” you can feel your orgasm coming at you with full force.

“Buck I’m gonna -fuck I’m gonna come, don’t stop please” 

“Aw baby you gonna come all over my cock?”  you nod your head, unable to form words at this point “oh fuck. you're squeezing me so tight I’m gonna come. You want me to come inside you? Want me to fill you up?” 

You nod quickly, trying to bring yourself to speak. “Please, please Bucky come inside me please” 

“Always using your manners, sweets, even when you're so drunk on my cock hmm?” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you.

“Bucky please” you were desperate for your release at this point. He lifts your hands and puts them either side of you, each of his hands pinning yours down and towering himself over you. 

“Oh fuck. Come with me baby. Come with me” He’s thrusting into you so hard, hitting that spot again and again. Your legs begin to shake as your orgasm crashes through you. “Fuckk.. Oh my god Bucky” 

“So. Fucking. Good.” he replies, just as his cock crashes into your pussy. “You milked me so good, such a good girl baby” 

Bucky goes to pull out of you but you stop him, “stay like this please? Just for a little bit”

He cuddles into you as close as he can without moving out of you, and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Anything for you sweetheart”

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