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Finally (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Summary: When you show up to a party with the rest of your fellow Avengers castmates wearing a very provocative dress, Sebastian doesn’t know how to contain himself.

Warnings: None...? Suggestive material?

“We’re going to be late, Y/N. Just put on the stupid dress.” Scarlett Johansson growls at you, frustrated. You hold the tiny, navy blue dress in your hands as if it’s poison. “Put it on!” The older woman orders you.

“Look at it!” You say in horror. “I can’t wear it! Scar, you know I hate revealing clothing!”

“Y/N.” Scarlett says in her mom voice. You shrivel a little. “You have nothing else to wear. Your dress that you were originally going to wear is ruined, okay?” You stare at her. Ruined? “I didn’t want to tell you, but it is. So wear one of mine.” She gestures to the thin-strapped, fitted, short blue dress you’re holding. “If you don’t want to wear it, go naked. I’m sure the guys would love that.” She shoves you into the bathroom.

“Fine.” You snort, slamming the bathroom door. You tug on the dress and pull it down, trying to make it cover your legs a little more. It’s tight and low-cut, but you have to admit, it looks good. It’s just very...not your style. You don’t flaunt your body like most Hollywood actresses. You don’t wear turtlenecks and loose jeans either, but you normally stay away from dresses like this. You come out of the bathroom. a little timidly. Scarlett smiles.

“Ooh! That looks amazing on you!” She adjusts the straps of the dress.

“Fine. Can we go now?” You laugh. You both walk downstairs to the limosine that is waiting outside the hotel. It’s not until you and Scarlett are safely strapped in the car that you turn to her and say, “Wait, how did my dress get ruined?” Scarlett doesn’t answer.

******

After about thirty minutes of driving, you reach the conference center where you and the rest of the Avengers: Endgame cast are having a party with some of Hollywood’s elite. Cameras snap and flash as you and Scarlett get out of the car. You both wave and smile politely before entering the conference center.

“Y/N!” Chris Evans jumps out from behind a potted plant and grabs you. Of course, you scream in fright, clenching your fists and screwing your eyes shut. Chris’s hearty laugh makes you open them. He’s holding himself, laughing so hard that tears are at the corners of his eyes. You frown and give him a shove.

“Chris!” You whine. “I almost wet myself!”

“Now that would have been hilarious.” Chris laughs. He wraps his arms around you affectionately. “I’m sorry, I just had to.” Then his eyes widen as they land on your outfit. “Whoa.” Chris throws you a questioning look.

“Choose your next words carefully. Evans.” You tell him sternly, laughing.

“Nice dress.” He says. “But it’s so...un-you.”

“Yeah. My dress apparently got ruined so Scarlett made me wear one of hers.” You say.

Chris laughs. “Ah. That explains it.” He looks at you again. “Well, you look hot.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

“Are you saying I dress like a whore, Evans?!?!” Scarlett’s angry voice cuts in. Chris laughs nervously and runs away.

He turns the corner and runs into Scarlett immediately. “Worked, huh?” He whispers to her quietly, a smile playing on his lips. Scarlett nods gleefully.

“I hid her dress in my closet.”

Chris claps excitedly, like a little kid. “Great! Now all we need is for lover boy to wander near her and…” Chris snaps his fingers. “Like a bird in a…” His voice trails off.

“Bird trap.” Scarlett finishes, laughing.

“Is that a thing?”

“I don’t know.”

******

Sebastian Stan talks with Anthony Mackie and Letitia Wright, glass of champagne in hand. The three good friends joke around and laugh comfortably with each other.

As Anthony and Letitia get into a deep conversation about press tours and meditation, Sebastian ends up staring into space, drinking his champagne. He watches the people come into the room. There’s Chris Hemsworth...hmm, beard looks longer. Oh, and there’s Henry Cavill. Is that Mila Kunis? Cool.

Sebastian pays no attention when Scarlett Johansson walks in, but when he sees you follow her shortly after, he nearly chokes on his drink. Every time you walk into a room you take his breath away, but now is...totally different. You’re wearing a very short, tight, off the shoulder blue dress with cutouts on the side. Your back is completely bare, not to mention the plunging, v-neck neckline shows off everything you have to offer, which is...a hell of a lot. Now, Sebastian has always admired and respected you for your choice not to dress skimpily, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t fantasized about what you would look like wearing those kinds of clothes. He’s so stunned by the way you’re dressed and how good you look that he, in fact, does choke on his drink. As he gasps, the bubbly liquid travels down into the wrong tube, dripping into his lungs instead of into his stomach. Sebastian bursts out coughing, his face turning red as he tries to calm the twitching in his lungs. Anthony guffaws and thumps him on the back.

“You sure you’re old enough to drink, Seabass?” He teases Sebastian, who’s still busy choking. Letitia joins in on the laughter. She looks into the direction Sebastian was staring off into and sees who he was busy staring at. She elbows Anthony.

“Look who caught Seb’s eye.” She smirks, pointing to you. Anthony follows Letitia’s gaze and his eyes widen.

“Y/N?!” He cranes his neck to get a closer look. “Is she…NO!” He gasps dramatically. “She’s wearing clothes that SHOW HER SKIN?!?!?” Letitia laughs.

“Don’t make fun of her, Mackie. It’s quite a mature thing to not dress scantily.”

“Was that too much for you to handle, Seb?” Anthony pokes Sebastian, who’s blushing furiously.

“What gives you that impression?” Sebastian asks, trying very hard not to look at you. He fails. Of course, Anthony and Letitia notice. Anthony pushes him to the other side of the room.

“Go get ’em!” He whispers harshly. Sebastian doesn’t even have time to protest. Anthony gives him a huge shove and it’s all poor Seb can do to not trip as he walks over to you.

“Hey.” Sebastian says softly, placing one of his hands on your (very bare) shoulder. Startled, you let out a small yelp. When you see it’s Sebastian, you smile warmly.

“Oh, Seb! Hi.” He apologizes for scaring you.

“Nice dress.” He says, smirking a little bit. You notice that he’s trying really hard to keep his eyes on your face, but they flick down to stare at your body every once and again. “Eyes up here, Sebastian.” You joke. Sebastian blushes heavily when he realizes that you just caught him checking you out.

“I’m so sorry!” He stutters, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m just messing with you.” You laugh, placing your hand on his arm. Sebastian is about to ask you something when Winston Duke walks up and throws his arm around your shoulder, surprising both you and Sebastian.

“Hey, Y/N. Seb.” He laughs. Then he steps back to look at you. “Lookin’ great tonight, Y/N.” What.

“Uhhh, thanks.” You say, your voice trembling. Across the room, Anthony snickers. Winston throws a charming smile at you as he slides closer to you, his hand on the small of your back.

“Winston, what...”

“You look so gorgeous in that dress.” He says softly, taking your hand in his to kiss it. You’re thoroughly confused.

“I was just wondering if maybe...” Winston’s cut off by Sebastian.

“Aheeeemmmmm! Y/N, can I speak with you for a moment? Privately?” Sebastian asks, stepping in front of Winston and hooking his fingers around your arm. You’re really confused. What’s going on?

“Uhm, okay. Sorry, Winston.” You say, allowing Sebastian to lead you away. He doesn’t stop walking until both of you are out in the hall.

******

Anthony walks up to Winston, both of them laughing their heads off. “That certainly got Old Man Stan to move fast, didn’t it?” Anthony cries, clapping Winston on the back.

“You told me it’d work, but I didn’t believe you!” Winston laughs.

“Well, let’s just see if he’s smart enough to tell the girl he likes her!” Anthony says.

******

“What’s up, Seb?” You ask softly, once you’re both safe in the hall. He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair nervously as he tries to figure out what to say to you that will capture your heart. He’s brought back into reality when you place your hand on his shoulder with a small “hey.” You’re looking at him with concern in your eyes. “What’s wrong?” Sebastian decides to make a bold move. All of the sudden, he’s pushing you against the wall, lips on yours. You’re surprised at his boldness, but you’re not complaining. Your hands travel to cup his jaw, letting out a small moan when he bites on your lower lip. Before things can get too heated, Sebastian pulls away.

He looks at you with an anxious look on his face. You take advantage of the tension to make a joke.

“Well, I’m glad my makeup artist decided against giving me a red lip tonight.” You quip. Sebastian laughs.

“Don’t know if this is necessary, but I like you, Y/N. A lot.” He says softly, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

“Oh, don’t do that.” You say quickly. “I don’t think I can resist that.” Your cheeks flush as you turn your head away from him. Sebastian smirks.

“So...you like me too?”

“Maybe.” You smile. “What spurred you to tell me?”

“Well, for one, that dress.” He says, moving back to stare at it. “For another...it felt right.” Sebastian moves in for another kiss, but you turn away from him, laughing.

“We better get back.” You say, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the party. Sebastian groans like a little kid. “Why? They’ll survive without us.”

“I’m sure our absence has been noted. And I bet you twenty bucks that bets are being taken.” You smirk.

“Done.” Sebastian shakes your hand. The two of you walk back into the elegant party, hand in hand. Robert, Chris, Chris, Elizabeth, Scarlett, Jeremy, Tom Holland, Tom Hiddleston, Mark, Winston, Letitia, and Anthony are gathered in a football huddle, whispering fiercely.

“You better have cash, Stan.” You whisper to him smugly.

“Don’t count your chickens before there are eggs, Y/N.” Sebastian shoots back. Robert notices the two of you walking towards them. And that you’re holding hands.

“BOOM! FINALLY! Give it to me, Mark! You too, kid!” He cries, raising his arms in a victory salute. Mark Ruffalo and Tom Holland groan loudly as they slap bills into Robert’s hands.

“Why, Sebastian? Why, Y/N?” Tom asks you. “WHY TONIGHT?! I was betting on next week at the wrap party!” Jeremy pulls out a notebook.

“You’re wrong, Tom. You were betting on next week before the wrap party.” He says, reading from the book. Everyone starts exchanging money. Anthony and Winston look smug as Elizabeth, Jeremy, and Tom Hiddleston shove bills at them.

“Wait, how long have you guys been betting on this?!” You cry.

“Months.” Chris Hemsworth says as he and Letitia reluctantly hand Chris E and Scarlett some money. You let out a strangled squeal as Sebastian merely laughs.

“I knew that dress would get you somewhere!” Scarlett cheers. Then her eyes widen in horror as you turn to her.

“Wait, you ruined my other dress on purpose?” You ask. “You planned this?!” Everyone turns to look at Scarlett. She smiles sheepishly.

“Uh...well...it was Chris’s idea!” She cries, pointing to the captain. Chris holds his hands up in his defense.

“Oh hey, wait a minute…it was your idea! I merely helped by sending Seb to stand where he could see her come in.”

“YOU GIVE ME BACK MY GODDAMN MONEY, EVANS!” Chris Hemsworth bellows. “YOU TOO, JOHANSSON!”

“HOLD ON A MINUTE!” Chris E shouts, pointing at Mackie and Winston. “I saw Anthony push Seb over to Y/N.”

“So?” Anthony says flippantly. “I just wanted him to get some!”

“No, no, no.” Chris says seriously. “And then Winston went over and got all friendly with her.”

“She’s my friend, Chris.” Winston laughs.

“No, you were being all touchy.” Chris lights up. “AND THEN I SAW YOU TWO TALKING AND LAUGHING AFTER THEY WALKED OUT! YOU TWO PLANNED THIS TOO!” Everyone starts to demand Anthony and Winston for their money back, but they’re not going down without a fight.

As your friends bicker and haggle, Sebastian’s arm encircles your waist. “Let’s get out of here!” He cries into your ear.

“Yeah!” You say back.

“My hotel room’s empty.”

“Lead the way!”

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Secret (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: You and Steve have been trying to keep your pregnancy a secret for almost four months now. Will you be able to maintain that secret?

Warnings: Language, suggestive material.

“Hey, Capsicle, got a message for you.” Tony Stark said loudly, jogging up to the super soldier’s side in the hallway of the Avengers headquarters.

“What?” Steve asked shortly. He had a lot on his plate today, so the sooner this could be over, the better.

Tony shot him a wounded look, then said, “Don’t sound so disgusted. It’s from your girlfriend.”

“Y/N?” Steve gasped. Oh no.

“No. Your other girlfriend of two years.” Tony said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He sighed in exasperation when Steve stared at him blankly. “Of course Y/N!” Tony said. “She asked me to tell you to meet her as soon as you could. She said it’s urgent.” Tony scrunched his eyebrows together, hoping it was a convincing “what’s going on?” face and that Steve would tell him what was up. Nope. Steve went pale and sprinted out of sight down the hall in the opposite direction. “Weird,” Tony said, glancing after Steve. “What’s been going on with him lately?”

Steve flew down the hallway and skidded to a stop outside of your room, composing himself. Then he opened the door as calmly as he could.

“Babe?” Steve asked quietly as he shut and locked the door behind him. “Where are you?”

“Bathroom.” Your voice said shakily before another part of your breakfast decided to leap out of your stomach. Steve rushed into the bathroom.

“This was supposed to end a month ago!” He whispered to you, rubbing circles on your back soothingly.

“You’re telling me that?!” You asked angrily, your stomach rejecting everything you had ever put in it.

“You want to schedule an appointment?”

“No, Rogers. I enjoy throwing up everything I put in my body and depriving our unborn baby of the nutrition he or she needs to fucking grow!” You shouted loudly. “OF COURSE I WANT TO MAKE AN APPOINTMENT!” Steve jumped out of the bathroom to make said appointment as you continued to throw up.

“Appointment’s in 20 minutes,” Steve called to you.

“Good.”

“Want me to bring you clothes?”

“Yes, please.” Steve brought you one of your comfy sweatshirts and pulled it gently over the tank-top you had on, then he tugged some sweatpants onto your legs.

“Hey! You are getting bigger.” He chuckled, letting his hand rest on your four-month baby belly.

“You’re happy about that?” You laughed.

“Very funny.”

“Are you sure this shirt will be okay? It shows a little.” You said, trying to adjust the fabric of your shirt so that your belly didn’t show.

“It’ll be fine. No one’s gonna see us.” Steve assured you.

“As long as you’re sure…”

“I’m sure. Can you walk?”

“I think so.”

“Okay, then. Let’s go.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.” You whispered weakly as you began to walk slowly, with Steve’s arm around your waist for support.

“Don’t worry about it, hon.” He said kindly, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“But I yelled at you…”

“You’re going through a lot right now. I wish I could say I understand, but, the truth is, I never will. It’s okay, babe.” Steve assured you as you two snuck through the hallway, trying to get to the car without anyone seeing.

“Steve?” At the voice, you let out a yelp of surprise, making Steve jump. Bucky stood in front of you two, a piece of apple hanging out of his open mouth. He looked utterly dumbfounded.

“Hi, Buck,” Steve said as nonchalantly as he could. You nervously adjusted your sweatshirt, wishing it was a little bigger. You waved to Bucky.

“Uhmmmm, hi Steve. Y/N.” Bucky stared at you suspiciously. “Where are you going?”

“Just to the doctor’s,” Steve said quickly, gulping a bit.

“For what?” Bucky asked, narrowing his eyes. Damn him. It seemed like Bucky knew everything. He was, after all, the first person to figure it out when you and Steve started dating. He was way too...observant.

“I’m sick.” You said, hoping this would satisfy him.

“That’s not news, Y/N. You’ve been sick for three months.” Bucky said off-handedly. “Three months…” He repeated, his voice trailing off. Shit. Suddenly, his eyes grew wide. “OH!” Steve grabbed his friend by the shirt and pushed him into the nearest empty room, you following quickly behind.

“YOU’RE PREGNANT!” Bucky shrieked as soon as the door clicked shut.

“Yes, but...Bucky, you can’t tell anyone!” You told him fiercely.

“Why not?” Bucky whined.

“We’re...not ready,” Steve said.

“That’s dumb.” Bucky pouted.

You rolled your eyes. “Just don’t tell anyone. Please?”

“Oh, fine.” Bucky relented begrudgingly. “Get outta here, mom and dad.” He cracked a smile.

“Thanks, Buck.” Steve gave Bucky a hug, which the ex-assassin returned gruffly. You and Steve rushed out of the room.

******

“Hyperemesis gravidarum.” You said slowly, reading the name off the paper the doctor had given you. You and Steve were sitting in the car, driving back to the mansion.

“That sounds scary.” Steve shuddered. “What does it mean?”

“It means I’m gonna vomit my intestines out until our baby is born.” You said.

“Oh. That doesn’t sound good.”

“I can’t do it…” You cried as a wave of nausea washed over you. You began to cry. “I just want it to stop!”

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Steve comforted you as you cried. “I’ll do everything I can to help you.”

******

Steve really intended to stay true to his word. But, as fate would have it, he got sent on a two-month-long mission in North Korea a few days later.

“I’ll come back.” He promised you, giving you a hug.

“I know.” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I love you.” Steve’s breath was warm on your neck, making you shiver.

“I know.” You both laughed. “I love you too.”

“I asked Bucky to help you out.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I’m worried.” Steve pulled back to look at you, rubbing your back tenderly.

“Already? That’s gotta be some kind of record, Steve.” You laughed at your own joke. Steve pushed your arm gently.

“You’ll be okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll miss you.” You mumbled, settling in for another hug.

“Right back at you. And I’ll miss you too, Baby Rogers.” Steve said, pressing a kiss to your belly. You let out a laugh.

“We’d better go. They’re waiting.” You whispered.

“Right,” Steve said, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. He intertwined his fingers in yours.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love that suit?” You asked, your finger tracing the dark blue detailing on his stealth suit.

“A few times.”

“I think it’s sexy.”

“Why do you think I wear it?”

******

You two went out to the helicopter pad where the other Avengers were waiting to bid their captain goodbye. You adjusted your flowy shirt carefully as you met your friends. You hugged Steve one last time. Then everyone else said their farewells. Steve hugged Bucky last, giving him a look that was kind of a passing of responsibility look. Then he turned and boarded the helicopter. As the helicopter took off, you raised your hand and waved goodbye to him. Then he was gone. You hadn’t realized until then that you were leaning on Bucky, his arm around your shoulders. You felt your heart lurch into your mouth. Here you were, four months pregnant, your partner leaving for two months on a dangerous mission that he might not return from. All your emotions came crashing out. Bucky held you as you cried.

******

“You doing okay, Y/N?” Bucky popped his head into your room the next morning. Huddled under a mass of blankets, you gave him the thumbs-up.

“Only threw up four times.”

“Wow. And that’s good?” You nodded. Bucky sighed. “Guess I’m gonna have to get used to it. You need anything?”

“Could you bring me some lemon drops, please?” You asked, propping yourself up in bed.

“Lemon drops?”

“They help with nausea. Oh, and my prenatal vitamins. They’re hidden in the pantry, way up on the top shelf behind Steve’s box of Necco wafers.”

“Um, okay.” Bucky looked intimidated, and you laughed at his scrunched-up face.

“You got it?” You couldn’t help but smirk. Bucky shot you a look.

“Don’t treat me like a child, Y/N. I got it.” He closed the door with sass, if that was possible. You rolled your eyes at the door.

******

Bucky walked the halls of the mansion, a huge jar of lemon drops tucked under his arm and the prenatal vitamins in his hand. He popped a few Necco wafers into his mouth as he hummed a Guns ‘N’ Roses song.

“Frosty?”

Bucky jumped when Tony suddenly appeared in front of him, dropping the jar and the vitamins (as well as the last two wafers.)

“Stark! Look what you made me do!” Bucky growled, starting to pick up the pieces of broken glass strewn all over the floor.

“Eh, don’t bother. I’ll send a cleanup bot to take care of it. Sorry.” Tony said apologetically. He picked up the vitamins. “Here.” The label caught his eye. Bucky reached out to snatch it out of his hand, but Tony backed up to read it. “Prenatal vitamins?” The billionaire smirked as Bucky grew pale. “Who are these for, Elsa?”

“I’m not saying,” Bucky said stubbornly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Hm, let’s see...OH MY GOD! They’re for Y/N, aren’t they?!” Tony cried in realization. Bucky’s eye twitched slightly. “HA! I KNEW IT! OH MY GOD! Y/N IS PREGNANT!” Bucky grabbed Tony by the collar and pushed him against the wall.

“Listen, Stark, it’s a secret. You can’t tell anybody. Got it?”

“Fine. I got it. Put me down.” Tony growled.

“And once this is cleaned up, send the lemon drops to Y/N’s room.” With this, Bucky released his hold on Tony and ran back to your room.

******

“You what?” You asked, confused.

“I may have dropped the entire jar of lemon drops and Tony may have found out about your pregnancy.”

“Oh, Bucky…” You began to laugh. “Steve and I should have known.”

“What?”

“Everyone will find out sooner or later.”

******

You were proved to be right. You were in the kitchen the next day, cooking with Natasha when she decided to ask you about what was bugging her.

“Y/N?” She asked.

“Hm?” You concentrated on the tomato sauce you were stirring.

“I don’t wanna be blunt, but…are you okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been sick and shut up in your room lately and Bucky and Tony have been...acting strangely. Plus, you’ve been wearing clothes that are four sizes too big for you.” Nat chuckled a little. “Is something going on?”

“Take a guess.” You teased her.

“Well, let’s see. Sick, big clothes…” Her eyes widened. You laughed, nodding. “OH MY GOD, REALLY?!”

“Yup!”

“OH MY GOD! Y/N!” Natasha shrieked, giving you a huge hug. “This is why you and Steve have been acting weird!” Then she suddenly thumped you on the arm. “You told Tony before you told me?!”

“Did not!” You defended yourself. “Tony found out when Bucky went to get my prenatal vitamins and he ran into him.”

“Oh. You told Bucky before you told me?!”

“No! Bucky figured it out before Steve left.”

“Oh.” Natasha was silent for a second. “You and Steve are gonna be parents! That’s so exciting!”

“I know. I just hope he’s okay.” You said, getting a wistful look in your eye. Natasha grew serious.

“He’s gonna be fine, Y/N. He’s Steve.”

You smiled. “Thanks.”

******

Everyone figured it out within a span of a week. Bruce was annoyed you and Steve didn’t tell anyone, but he was thrilled about the baby. Clint was, surprisingly, as excited as Natasha was. Thor was overcome with excitement and was laughingly called off when he rushed to hug you too eagerly. You were relieved and happy that your friends new of your pregnancy. You realized that keeping it a secret had become extremely stressful and difficult. Now you could rely on your friends to help you. And boy, did you ever!

******

Everyone was always so eager to help you. And a lot of the time, they were protective (or overprotective.) Clint seemed to think that standing up for two seconds to walk to the kitchen was exerting yourself. Despite some overreactions, it was nice to have help, especially when the going got rough (aka when your nausea and urge to vomit became almost minute-frequent.)The two months flew by, surprisingly.

On a nice fall morning, you found yourself eagerly awaiting Steve’s return that evening. You were beyond excited to see your boyfriend again. You were excited for him to see how much you’d changed (physically.) Despite the fact that you were eagerly awaiting his arrival, you were completely surprised when he walked into your room three hours earlier than Tony told you he would come.

“STEVE!” You cried, leaping off the bed and into his arms.

“Whoa!” Steve grunted, trying to catch you as gently as possible. “I missed you too, babe.” He laughed, giving you a kiss. “I see everyone has found out.”

“How?” You asked.

“Well, Bruce and Tony are working on a custom baby crib. Clint’s designing onesies with terrible puns on them. Bucky’s watching a YouTube video about how to bathe a baby. Natasha’s shopping for baby clothes online. And Thor’s walking around with baby carriers in his arms. With baby dolls in them.” Steve laughed.

You joined in, holding your sides. “Oh. Well, I guess that’d tell you.”

“They’re excited?”

“Ohhhh yes. Especially Bucky. It’s adorable. He gave me a list of baby names that he likes yesterday. He made me promise that if it’s a boy, we’d make his middle name Buchanan.” You smiled.

“Sounds good to me. You doing okay?”

“More or less. Still vomiting and nausea, but it’s only every now and again.”

“Good.” Steve whispered. He surprised you by leaning forward and kissing you passionately.

“Steve…” You laughed as he kissed your neck.

“Aw, come on. I missed you!”

“But I’m pregnant!”

“Hey, it’s good for the baby.” You crossed your arms. “Where did you read that?”

“Don’t question it.” Steve told you, laughing a bit. “Pleeeeeaaassseee?”

You sighed dramatically. “Fine.”

******EXTENDED ENDING******

“Steve? Y/N? It’s time for dinn…” Bucky burst into your room without knocking. He instantly regretted it. “Oh, shit!” He screamed, throwing his hands over his already scalded eyes.

“GET OUT!” You and Steve yelled in unison. After groping for the doorknob for a few seconds, Bucky slammed the door.

“I’ll never be the same... “ He muttered as he rubbed his eyes.

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Sick (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: The mighty Bucky Barnes is sick. And he wants you to take care of him.

Warnings: *in Captain America voice* Language! And some suggestive material.

You have just finished an intense sparring workout with Steve when suddenly, the Friends theme song starts blasting from your phone. Really loud. You and Steve both jump, then laugh when you realize what has happened. Steve adorably begins to sing and clap along, even dancing a little. It tickles you to see the six-foot-three, muscular, sweaty, usually reserved man let loose. You’re laughing so hard you don’t even realize the person attempting to call you is Bucky.

You gasp when you saw the name on the screen. “He never calls me. He’s probably dying or something!”

“Either that or he wants to get some.” Steve teases. You roll your eyes at Steve as you pick up your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N.” Bucky’s voice sounds froggy and clogged.

“Uh, you good, Buck?” You ask, your concern growing.

“Nobe. I’b sick.” You laugh out loud when you hear his voice. “Don’t laugh ad be!” Bucky pouts.

“Sorry, you just sound hilarious.” You say unapologetically, trying to stop the laughter. “Why are you telling me?”

“I want you to come.”

“Huh?”

“Can you come to my room?” Bucky whimpers. He sounds so pathetic that you clamp your hands over your mouth to shut in the laughs. Bucky Barnes is an ex-HYDRA assassin, but the man becomes a child when he gets sick. Even so, why did he call me? You wonder.

“Why me?”

“Because I want you.” Bucky insists like a stubborn child. You groan loudly.

“You are impossible Barnes. Fine, I’m coming.” You tell Bucky, hanging up on him before he could reply. You offer a quick explanation to Steve, who merely quirks an eyebrow teasingly.

As you leave, you hear Steve say, “JARVIS, play ‘I’ll Be There For You.’”

*****

You take the elevator to Bucky’s floor. It seems deserted, the lights are off and it doesn’t even look like he came out of his room today. You knock once on Bucky’s door and let yourself in. He’s lying in his bed, shirtless. Tissues litter the covers as well as the floor. Basically everywhere but the trash can is covered with used tissues. You sigh.

“I was going to ask how you were feeling but I think the current state of your bedroom answers that question.”

“Te dracu.” He grunts. Sometimes when Bucky is really tired or angry, he’ll revert to his old, HYDRA-induced habit of speaking in Romanian. Your Romanian is a bit rusty, but you know exactly what he said. After all, who would forget how to say “fuck you” in a different language?

“Someone’s grumpy. Should I leave?” You ask him sarcastically. He mutters “no” under his breath. “Didn’t think so. I brought soup and cough drops.” You rustle through the grocery bag you brought. “What do you want?” Slowly, painstakingly, Bucky turns himself onto his back to look at you. You stop yourself from making a disgusted noise. The man looks awful. He’s shining with sweat, he has dark circles under his puffy eyes, his nose in rubbed raw and red, and his entire face is flushed. You manage to say, “Wow. You look terrible.”

“Thanks. You look a little tired yourself.” He mumbles, smiling a little.

“No, I’m just ugly.” You laugh. “Bullshit.” Bucky calls out to you, making you laugh harder. You heat up the soup on the stove and bring it to him, spoon in hand. Bucky starts to pout. “I don’t want soup.” His voice is a little scratchy. You touch his forehead with your fingers. His head is burning, but he’s shivering violently under the covers.

“I don’t care. You’re eating the soup.” You say firmly, ignoring him when he tries to argue. “Barnes, you asked me here, now you do what I say.” Even though he complains and whines the whole time, you manage to force-feed Bucky the soup.

“God, that was good.” Bucky says once he eats the whole jar. His voice sounds smoother and his head seems to have calmed down a little.

“Told you. Why you gotta be so damn stubborn?” You tease him.

“Stubborn?” Bucky cough-laughs. “Y/N, you’re the queen of stubbornness. Remember that time you got pneumonia because Tony bet you that you couldn’t swim in the pool during that snowstorm?” You turn away from him.

“Touche.” You laugh. You give him three more boxes of tissues, one more jar of soup, and two bags of cough drops. “Get some sleep, ghost story. Anything else before I go?” He laughs a little at the nickname that you give him.

“I’m freezing. Can you hand me another blanket?” Bucky asks quietly, his voice stuttering due to how cold he is. You smile and toss another blanket onto his bed. He continues to shiver, the whole bed shakes under his weight. You search for more blankets, but you can’t find any.

“You okay?” You ask softly, concern in your voice for the first time. His teeth are chattering so much, he can’t even get a word out. “Okay. You’ve left me no choice, Barnes.” Leaning over the bed, you peel off the three layers of blankets, climbing into the bed with him. Bucky says nothing, his eyes just get bigger. The bed is really hot, you can almost see the layer of sweat appearing instantly on your body. Damn. How the hell is this man still cold? You wonder. However, you decide not to say anything. You slip into the bed smoothly and snuggle up to Bucky. He lets out a low sigh of comfort, his arms wrapping around you involuntarily. As his hands graze your waist, you let out a little yelp.

“Damn, you are freezing!” You cry, making him laugh.

“Yeah, but now I’m not.” He breathes against your neck. “You’re really hot.”

“I’ve always been a warm person.” You joke.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Huh?”

“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” Bucky whispers, his hands starting to trail lower. Your face starts to heat up, your heart beating faster. You stare at him for a few seconds, eyes wide in shock. Huh? Is this happening?

“You’re delirious.” You say finally, turning away from him.

Bucky moves closer to your body, craving your heat. “I mean it, Y/N.” His voice is tired, but earnest.

You refuse to let yourself hope. “Go to sleep. It’s your fever talking.” You tell him shortly, trying not to think about how his hands are all over you.

“It is not!” Bucky’s voice raises to a whine.

“Go to sleep.” You close your eyes. Bucky’s arms tighten protectively around you, drawing you closer to him.

“But I love you.” He says, his voice softening. Whoa. You turn to look at him. The look on Bucky’s face is so sweet it melts your heart. He’s looking at you with such awe, such adoration, such dreaminess in his eyes that for a second, he does make you believe that he loves you. Then you realize that he is probably delirious and that he’s not himself. Your heart drops, but you don’t want to make him sad, so you decide to play along.

“I know, I know.” You pat his chest reassuringly, putting on your best mom voice. “I know you do, honey.” You pause for a second. “And I love you too.”Bucky beams at you. After a few seconds, you rest your head on his bare chest, closing your eyes. Bucky’s arms encircle your stomach, his fingers playing with your shirt. You’re drifting off to sleep when you feel him press his lips against the side of your head. You resist the urge to smile.

******

“Y/N.” Bucky’s morning voice catches your attention the next day. You’re in the kitchen of his floor, making him some more soup.

“Oh hi, sleepyhead.” You smile, walking over to him. You place your fingers on his forehead, which seems a lot cooler than it was yesterday. “Glad to see you’re up and about.”

“Y/N.” The tone in his voice is serious.

“What?” He walks up and stands very close to you, only about a foot away from you.

His questions surprises you. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

Your face gets hotter. “Uhmm..w-why...”

“Because I straight-up told you that I loved you last night.” Bucky sounds grumpy and annoyed. You laugh nervously.

“Oh, that was real? I thought you were just delirious.” The words sound even more terrible once you said them.

“Nope, definitely for real.” Bucky says gruffly. An awkward silence hangs in the air. Then you tentatively reach out and hook your arms around his neck.

“Well, what are we waiting for, Sergeant?” You ask cheekily, tightening your hold on him. Bucky smirks as he leans down and presses his lips to yours. You run your fingers through his silky hair as his hands cup your jaw. Suddenly, a loud scream scares you both and you jump apart, embarrassed.

“HAIOOOOOO! HAND OVER YOUR MONEY, ROGERS!” Tony Stark hollers victoriously, holding his hand out to Steve expectantly.

“Goddammit, Bucky, Y/N.” Steve chuckles good-naturedly. You cover your red face with your hands until Bucky takes them in his.

“Ignore them. Want to take it to my room?” He’s got a sinful smirk on his face.

You smile and run your hands up his chest. “I’d like nothing better, Barnes.”

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