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jobean12-blog · 3 years

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Boys in Bed with Books (6)

Pairing: Jefferson x reader

Word Count: 848

Summary: You distract Jefferson while he’s reading in bed.

Author’s Note: This is the bonus part and final part for my little Boys in Bed with Books mini-series! I got a lovely request from @learisa for some Jefferson and I have to tell you this was fun to write! Really hope you enjoy it! Thank you all SO VERY MUCH for your amazing support and kindness and for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf

Warnings: light teasing, light scissor play, fingering, light oral (f rec), smut (18+ ONLY PLEASE!!!)

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“Jefferson, are you reading fairy tales again?”

You look up from your sewing and catch his eye, the twinkle in the blue noticeable even in the dim light of the moon that shines through the window.

He gives you a soft smile before nodding and going back to his book. You finish your backstitching then break the thread between your teeth and lift the scarf up in front of your face, checking the length. It looks good and you quietly leave your chair and go to the bed.

You sit on the edge, taking the scarf and gently placing it around Jefferson’s neck before tying it in a bow. You fluff the ends and admire your work, smiling to yourself.

“How does it look?” he asks, his eyes still scanning the page of the large leather-bound book in his hands.

“Perfect. The colors are just right for you.”

With a quick kiss to your lips, he turns the page and goes back to reading. You snuggle into his side and lay your head on his shoulder, at first reading along but soon growing fidgety. Your fingers start to trace over the intricate pattern on his vest and you move them down to the buttons, carefully popping each one open.

You slip your hand under the material and dip your fingers between the buttons of his shirt. He’s still reading, his focus solely on the written words even as the faintest hint of a smirk starts to lift the corner of his mouth.

With a pout you start unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it from his pants.

“Jefferson,” you nearly whine. “Haven’t you read enough for tonight?”

You take his chin between your fingers and turn his face to you. His eyes drop to your lips, the bottom one still sticking out in petulance. He sucks on it, giving it a small nibble before pulling away and looking back to the book.

You huff in frustration and straddle his waist, pulling the book from his hands and dropping it to the bed.

“Now you have to pay attention to me,” you tell him triumphantly.

He stares at you for a long moment, his eyes darkening as they wander over your body.

“So, you want to play darling?” he asks, his voice laced with promise.

You squirm in his lap, grabbing the open ends of his vest to pull him closer.

“Yes. I do.”

Before you can react his has you on your back and under him, the scarf that was once tied neatly around his neck is now dangling over you.

“Then, we’ll play,” he whispers, slowly sliding his hand up your arm.

Once he has it positioned above your head he takes your other arm and does the same, tying the scarf around your wrists. With a small tug he tightens it, making sure you are comfortable but secure.

You wiggle beneath him, your impatience evident with every passing second. He gets off the bed and walks to your sewing table, searching through the left-over fabric pieces until he finds your scissors. With a snip and a snap, he saunters back over and crawls on top of you.

“I hope you didn’t like this dress too much,” he murmurs as he runs the scissor along your skirt until it falls to shreds and exposes your legs and undergarments.

Your breathing is heavy and you try to remain still as he drags the tip of the scissor along your inner thigh. He makes quick work of your underwear, stuffing the fabric into the pocket of his shirt.

“Now, isn’t this a pretty sight,” he croons, letting his fingers follow in the same path as the scissor.

He brushes them through your folds, humming in satisfaction when your arousal coats his fingers.

“What shall I fuck you with first my sweet? My fingers, my tongue…?” he asks, trailing off when he starts to cut through your blouse.

It falls open to reveal your corset and he smooths the edge of the scissors over the swell of your breasts.

“I don’t think I’ll ruin this,” he purrs, slowly untying the satin holding it together.

When you’re completely bare before him he lays the scissors aside and looks you over, grazing his fingers over your skin in reverence. His hand stops between your legs and his fingers tease your clit, rubbing in light circles as he watches you writhe beneath him.

Every swipe of his thumb is teasing and when you let your legs fall completely open he smiles wickedly.

“I know what you want,” he whispers, “and I’m going to give it to you my love.”

He pushes two fingers inside you, curling them in just a way that makes you cry out, your hips bucking into his hand. He pumps them in and out slowly, lowering his head until his hot breath fans over you. The first swipe of his tongue almost sends you over the edge and he pauses.

“Oh no, that won’t do. I think you’ll have to wait to cum until my cock is buried inside you.”

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bxcketbarnes · 2 years

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Hello my lovely! I have a request for you! As you know, I’m in love with pre-Grace Jefferson so would you be able to do these prompts with him please?

"I thought I'd never see you again."

"I don't miss you. I miss us."

'“You weren’t there...why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there!”

"I just cant see myself ever living without you."

I’m so proud of you for hitting 10k! 🥰 Love you! 🥰

Thanks, lovely! I hope you like it and love you very much. xox

A smile comes to your lips as Jefferson walks through your front door. "Hello, my dear," he grins before kissing the top of your head. Your heart flutters in your chest as you wrap your arms around his waist, missing his touch.

"Jefferson, you're back," you sigh while resting your head against his chest. "Where were you?"

The brunette lets out a huff of breath while running his fingers through your hair. "Was out on a job and boy did it last longer than it needed," Jefferson explains after pulling away from you.

"I missed you," you whisper as his fingers stroke your cheek.

"I missed you too, sweetheart. I promise to be here more often," he mumbles while moving to sit on your couch. "I'm just trying to gather enough currency for you."

A frown settles on your lips and sit down beside him. "Jefferson, I don't need anything. I'm perfectly fine where I am," you tell him, resting your hand on his shoulder.

He wets his lips before turning his head. "I know you are. I just-"

You move your hand to the back of his neck, dragging his face closer to yours before kissing his lips. Jefferson hums into the kiss, one of his hands gripping your hip.

"I just need you, Jefferson."

Tears stream down your cheeks as you think about the life you had with Jefferson… before he disappeared. It's been almost two years since he left you alone with no note. You wipe the tears from your face as you walk into your new home.

Your breath hitches in your throat upon seeing the Queen in your kitchen. "Your highness?" You call out to her, causing the black-haired woman to look towards you.

"Ah, Y/N, there you are," she says before standing up from the chair she's sitting in. "I'm sorry about your cabin in the woods. It was not my intention for it to burn."

You press your lips together, wishing she hadn't brought it up. "It's fine, I guess. It's not like I had memories in that home," you bluntly state, crossing your arms over your chest.

Regina hums and clasps her hands together. "Right, again, apologies," she mentions while walking towards you. "I have an opportunity for you though."

"What do you mean?" You mumble with furrowed brows.

A smirk comes to her lips as she walks around you, her fingers gliding along your shoulders. "I need help finding someone and you're the perfect person for the job," Regina explains and you grow more confused. "Jefferson."

Your breath hitches in your throat as she says his name. You swallow the lump forming in your throat before glancing towards the woman. "I-I can't help you. I haven't seen Jefferson for two years," you mutter loud enough for her to hear.

"Hm, but I know his whereabouts. I just need you to bring him to me," she explains, causing you to become more confused.

"If you know where he is, why do you need me? Just go to him?" You mumble.

Regina sighs before pinching the bridge of her nose. "You think I haven't tried? He's avoiding me, so, I'm going to give him something he can't avoid… an old love," she grins while holding her hand out. "If you help me I can help rebuild your home in the forest."

You bite your lip, staring at her hand for a few moments. "I-Okay," you end up giving in while placing your hand in hers. "Just promise me you'll help me afterward."

"I promise."

You don't know how she managed it. Last you knew Jefferson was the only portal jumper in Wonderland. But, here you are… in a completely different land. A land without magic.

People stare at you as you walk around the town of Storybrooke. You wet your lips while looking out for Jefferson, feeling yourself getting nervous about seeing him again.

Will he remember you? Will he care about seeing you? Does he… does he still love you?

You have so many questions that you want to ask him. You tuck some hair behind your ear when you notice a blonde woman standing in front of a shop.

"He-Hey! I have a quick question," you ask the woman and she turns to face you.

Her eyebrows furrow at your outfit before giving you her full attention. "Sure, what's up?" She asks while crossing her arms over her chest.

"Uhm, I'm looking for someone. His name is Jefferson," you mumble and fiddle with your fingers.

"Jefferson? How do you know him?"

You press your lips together before starting to explain. "We used to be friends a while back and uh, I found out recently that he was here. I miss him," you half-lie to her, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

The blonde woman hums before pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from her pocket, along with a pen. "Hm, well, he lives near the woods. I'll write down his address for you," she mutters while doing so.

"Thank you so much," you smile softly as she hands you the piece of paper.

"Just be careful. He's kind of insane," she mentions before walking away from you.

You furrow your brows at her statement. Crazy? Jefferson? You hum and glance down at the paper in your hands, dragging your fingertips along the ink.

The cab pulls up to the large mansion and your lips part in shock. "What the-" you whisper to yourself before thanking the driver. You step out of the cab and watch the yellow vehicle drive away.

A deep sigh escapes your lips and you decide to walk up the front steps. You knock on the door before taking a step back, waiting for it to be answered. The front door opens up and your breath hitches in your throat, seeing Jefferson standing in front of you.

"Y/N?" He whispers, his blue eyes widening.

"Jefferson," you breathe out and take a step forward. "Hi."

The brunette reaches his hand out to you and strokes your cheek. "I thought I'd never see you again," he mumbles before bringing you into his chest. Your eyes flutter shut and you wrap your arms around his waist, inhaling his scent. "Wait, how are you here?"

You swallow thickly as Jefferson pulls you into the house. "Uhm, so, I'm here on a mission," you tell him, causing the man to furrow his brow. "The Queen sent me."

"The Quee-"

"Yes, the Queen, Jefferson. She wants me to bring you back," you cut him off and slap your hands against his thighs. "I mean, why are you here?! Why didn't you come back home?"

Jefferson tries to find a way to explain what happened and gently grabs your hand, leading you towards the living room. "I didn't co-"

You spring up from the couch, feeling the need to vent to him before he comes up with some excuse. "And the worst thing is you don't know what happened," you start while running your hand through your hair.

"What do you mean? What happened?" He asks, standing up as well.

"Our home? I-It's gone. She burned it," you whisper to him as tears pool in your eyes, "and you weren’t there...why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren't there!"

Jefferson reaches for your hands and gently grabs them. "Y/N, I didn't come here willingly," he informs you, causing you to singe your brows.

"What?" You mutter quietly and Jefferson squeezes your hands in his.

"The Queen? She put me here. For what reason? I'm not sure. I didn't leave you willingly," he says while moving one of his hands back to your face. "You have to believe me."

You nod your head in his hands and lean forward to rest your forehead against his. Your fingers glide up the fancy blouse he's wearing as Jefferson hums quietly.

"Did you think of me? D-Did you miss me?" You whisper out to him and the brunette lets out a breathy chuckle.

"I don't miss you. I miss us," he breathes while moving to press a kiss on your cheek. "I thought about you constantly, Y/N. I promise you I did."

A pleasant sigh leaves your lips as you move away from Jefferson. "I'm scared to know what the Queen's going to do to you if I bring you back," you mumble, resting your hands against his shoulders.

"You know technically we can't go back, right? There's no magic here. I can't make my hat work," he explains to you, causing your breath to hitch.

"So…"

"So, you're stuck with me," he smirks, a laugh coming from his lips. "I mean… if you want to be stuck with me."

You smile softly and lean on your toes, pressing a soft kiss to Jefferson's lips. "Of course I want to be stuck with you. I just can't see myself ever living without you."

Jefferson grins and reconnects his lips with yours. Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss him back, feeling your heart fluttering against your chest.

"Let's make some new memories."

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sergeant-bonky · 3 years

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For The Love of Grace

Jefferson x Reader

Summary: It's baby making time but your step daughter has other ideas. (based off the prompt submitted to @the-ss-horniest-book-club)

Warnings: Nothing too graphic!

Authors Notes: 🙈

"Are you ready for some hunka hunka loving?" Jefferson grins—somewhat sexily—as he strolls into the bedroom with his leopard print robe and top hat.

Pulling back the covers, you quirk an eyebrow and stand up straight. Pulling your floor length night dress up a bit.

"Why are you acting so weird?"

Jefferson laughs and drops his act, but swaying his hips as he nears you. His ringed fingers gliding over your chest and down to your stomach.

"I'm just happy to make this baby with you. Grace is asleep and–"

"Papa?" Right on cue. Jefferson sighs and ties his robe up.

"Be right back!"

While Jefferson leaves, you get under the covers to get comfy. Trying for a baby took more work than you expected but you've only been trying for a couple of weeks.

When he returns, he shuts the door behind him.

"Everything okay?" You wondered when he joined you in bed.

"Yeah. She couldn't find her rabbit. Now where were we." He hovers above you, his hand slipping under the covers and under your night dress. You moan into his mouth when he cups your heat, your head lulling back and chest heaving in his face.

"Papa!" Grace calls for her dad once again. Jefferson groans, dropping his head to your chest.

You smile and stoke his cheek. "it's fine." You whisper.

"It's not fine. This baby will never get made."

"We have all the time in the world! Go see to Grace."

Jefferson did for the second time that night. When he returned, he told you she was having trouble sleeping and just as he got back into bed, Grace called out once again.

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bugsbucky · 4 years

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COLBIE’S MASTERLIST(S)

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BUCKY BARNES MASTERLIST

THE SEBASTIAN STAN HBC MASTERLIST

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fightmewiatch · 3 years

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4 and 18 for the drabbles with Sebastian‘s Jefferson would be nice

4. Baking holiday cookies 18. Wrapping up in blankets

It was rare that Jefferson worked the market on his own; usually, Grace accompanied him, her smiles and excitable giggles making the day fly by. But you had asked to keep her for the day, needing her help away from the market, and it was difficult for him to say no to the hopeful look in your eye.

The sound of Grace’s giggling made the weariness in his bones seep away, a soft smile curling at his lips, as he approached the cabin. He paused, basket tight in his grasp, to shake off the day, before pushing open the door.

“Papa!” Grace exclaimed, turning towards the door. He grinned, quickly discarding the basket on the table as he caught her, scooping her up into a tight hug.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he chuckled, swinging her around. “Did you have fun today?”

“I did! We made cookies! An’ we’re gonna make cocoa!”

You blushed as you turned away from the fire, watching Jefferson kiss Grace’s hair before he set her back down. His eyes found yours across the floor, curious, as you shrugged.

“I wanted to make cookies for the girls I give lessons to...but I made a batch for the two of you, as well...and as a thank you - cocoa.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he replied, even as he snagged a cookie off the table. Giggling, you reached out to swat his hand, even as he stuffed the crumbly cookie between his lips.

“Messy,” you teased, as you turned to stir the sweet drink as it warmed on the fire.

Jefferson turned his eyes towards Grace, watching her disappear to her bed, her stuffed toys, and took the chance to slip up beside you, lips soft on your cheek as you giggled.

“Are you going to stay? Drink with us?” The color tinted your cheeks as you glanced back at him, smiling softly. “...can I insist?”

“Of course,” you chuckled, leaning into him. “Do you want to get things set up, we can...curl up together with a story, some cocoa, some cookies?”

“Mm. Sounds perfect,” he promised, kissing your cheek once more, before heading off to gather the blankets for the three of you to curl up in.

#jefferson #jefferson ouat x reader #once upon a time #my fic #drabbles #i haven't written jefferson in too long!#i hope this is okay! <3 #learisa #ask & recieve

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when-the-hell-is-bucky · 4 years

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The Horny Hatter

Pairings/Characters: Jefferson x Female Reader

A/N: This prompt is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Thank you for allowing me to join the group!!! I’m not a great writer but I love writing :) and this is also my first time writing smut, so I hope it doesn’t suck too much (no pun intended) Hope you enjoy it! :)

This was ridiculous now. Jefferson has been cooped up in his crafts room all day and tonight was the only night Grace was over at her friends for a sleepover. You were hoping to spend the day with your husband and finally have sex tonight.

“Jefferson!” You hollered as you barged in his crafts room. He was too busy making a hat to notice your presence. You huffed and stormed over, grabbing the hat from him and tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room.

“I wasn’t done with that.” He stated, quite annoyed by your sudden intrusion.

“I don’t care.” You said and straddled his lap. You grounded your aching pussy against his crotch and sighed.

You felt a metal blade trace up your exposed thigh and a quiet moan left your lips.

You felt his cock twitch underneath you and he moaned when you grounded your pussy against him.

“Baby.” He whimpers.The scissors in his hand runs up and down your thigh. He cuts away your panties with them and tears off your nightdress. Groans at the sight of you braless and nipples erected, desperate for attention.

“It’s our first night alone, I wanted to make the most of it.” You panted. Running your hands through his short hair.

Jefferson held onto your waist and stood up, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he carried you to the bedroom.

He threw you on the bed with a bounce and quickly undressed himself. He kneeled between your spread thighs and traced the scissor blade on the inside of your thigh. Red marks left behind and the cold metal sent a shiver down your spine.

You were leaking from your hole onto the sheets below you. Jefferson smirked and pumped his cock a few times and lined up. He pushed forward until he was completely sat inside of you. His veins dragged across your walls with him as his thrusts started gently.

“Oh yes baby, keep doing that.” you moaned. Jefferson grabbed your tits and gave them a squeeze, pinching your nipples between his fingers.

“Jefferson!”

Jefferson picked up his speed. The skin slapping skin echoed around the purple and black themed bedroom.

“Oh god, Y/N!” He moaned. His pelvis slapping against your sensitive clit and you knew you weren't going to last very long.

“Just like that baby.” Jefferson kneeled back and lifted your legs over his shoulders. The new angle allowed him to hit your g spot with precision. You screamed out in ecstasy and your hands flung around looking for something to grip. His thighs slapped against your thighs and the bed squeaked noisily under the pressure of his thrusting.

“I’m gonna cum!” You whimpered, eyes screwed shut as your orgasm washed over Jefferson’s cock. A strangled moan erupted from his throat and you felt his cock pulsate against your walls.

“Fuck, Y/N!” Jefferson moaned, pulling his softened cock out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed. “Why haven’t we done that much?” He asked, pulling you closer to his sweaty body.

“Because you won’t have sex with Grace in the house.” You said like it was the obvious thing in the world.

“Maybe we need to learn to be quiet. I kinda wanna do that every night.” Jefferson chuckled.

You chuckled with him and traced invisible patterns around his nipple.

“Maybe we could - ouch!” You hissed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Your scissor stabbed in my thigh.” You chuckled lightly.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry. Here, let me give it a kiss.” He teased, kissing down your body and your thighs. His tongue licked the blood off your skin, he smirked and moved his tongue to your clit. “Let’s go again.”

#jefferson #jefferson ouat #ouat imagine #ouat #Jefferson x female reader #jefferson x reader #smut #HBC Monday drabble #hbc

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emilylyoness · 4 years

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Horniest Book Club Masterlist

The SS HBC Drabbles & One Shots:

For The Team - Chris Beck x Reader Your Bucky - Bucky x Reader Yes, Sergeant Barnes - Bucky x Reader Tolerable - Bucky x Reader Movie Date Night - Bucky x Reader What If... - Bucky x Reader A Wii Bit of Trouble - Bucky x Reader Fuck First, Date After - Chris Beck x Reader You’re Late - Chris Beck x Reader Bedrock - Bucky x Reader

The CE HBC Drabbles & One Shots:

A Dip In The Lake - Steve x Reader (feat Bucky)

Moodboards:

Jefferson || Charles Blackwood || Steve Harrison

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mushyjellybeans · 4 years

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It Never Rains, It Pours

Warnings: fluff, Jefferson being a hot hatter.

A/N: for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Monday Drabbles! 💜

You were in town grabbing some groceries for the next few days. As you stepped out onto the sidewalk, it was like the heavens completely opened up, sending heavy rain, hailstones and there was thunder rumbling in the distance.

"Typical huh?" A man to your right spoke, breaking your thoughts as you looked up at the dark clouded sky as the rain fell on your face. "It hasn't rained like this for many decades."

"I must have brought the storm with me." You joked, looking up at him through your wet eyelashes. The man was handsome and mysterious. He wore a gothic type jacket, a scarf around his neck, and he was clad in black jeans and shoes. You also noticed he was wearing eyeliner, but if you were being honest, it didn't bother you at all. You actually found it quite attractive.

"Miss?" He smiled, waving a hand in front of your face.

Oh god, was I staring at him?

"Hmm?"

"I said I'm Jefferson. What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Nice to meet you. Come on, let's get you someplace dry and warm. My house isn't far from the town and I'll make us some tea." You normally would never go back to a stranger's home. You've heard many things, but he seemed harmless, right? As though he read your mind, he quickly added "I promise I'm not gonna hurt you." He smiled softly. You nodded your head and followed him to his mansion.

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aesthetical-bucky · 4 years

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A Magical Existence

Pairing: Jefferson X Reader

Prompt: Why are you doing that?

Warnings: None (except maybe hinted that the reader is being held against her will)

Authors Note: This is written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club Happy Monday everybody 🌸

“Get it to work.” Jefferson orders as he sits in the padded chair on the opposite side of the wooden table. The work station is covered in top hat examples and materials laying untidy on top. A large pair of scissors to your right and a sewing machine to your left.

“Get what to work?” You question.

“My hat. Make me a hat that will work!” He sighs with a roll of his eyes. Dark eyeliner covers the bottom of his lids. He shoots you a stern look and you sigh. Picking up the scissors and attempting to make a hat, just to keep the peace. Jefferson sits still and watches your every move with a crease between his eyebrows. His arms folded across his chest and his legs sprawled out in front of him.

“Stop!” He says suddenly, making you jump. “Why are you doing that? You’re doing it wrong! It’s all wrong!” He shouts in frustration, tugging at his fluffy hair.

You don’t see what you were doing wrong until he points it out. “You’ve gotta apply the insides first.” He says like it was obvious. You bite your lip and shudder. You just want to get out of here. “Jefferson, please let me go.” You try pleading with some doe eyes.

“Not until you get it to work.”

Tags: @criminal-cookies @hailmary-yramliah

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jobean12-blog · 4 years

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Jefferson Masterlist

My Masterlist banner is by @happygowriting Thank you so much love!

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azurika-writes · 4 years

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H B C Masterlist

Please note: some or most of these are and will be 18+, please refrain from reading them if you’re not over the age of 18. Thank you.

Bucky Barnes

Helping A Roomie Out

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angryschnauzer · 6 years

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Sebastian Stan Drabble Advent Calender - 3rd December

As you held your phone up Jefferson wrapped his hand around your hip and smiled, still not able to believe this was real.

It was your first trip out of Storybrook and when you’d asked him where he’d like to go he couldn’t answer because he simply didn’t know what there was to see in your world... in his world.

Eventually you’d decided for him, and under the arch of the Arc De Triomphe in Paris you attempted to get a photograph of the two of you.

“Mother, please... let me help”

Smiling at Grace you held back the sudden lump in your throat, you may not be her mother by birth but after all this time spent with Jefferson and after he had made you his wife you had gladly signed the adoption papers when he and Grace had asked you to make it official.

“Thank you Grace, are you sure you know how to use it?”

The now teenager threw you a glance that told you she did, but you saw her smile return as her father pulled you close and she took the shot.

#Sebastian Stan Drabble Advent Calender #jefferson ouat

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tomeandflickcorner · 7 years

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Anniversary

For those of you who don’t know, today is not just the premiere of OUAT’s seventh season. It’s also National Mad Hatter Day, according to the National Day Calendar. To celebrate, please enjoy this short drabble I wrote. It’s written in the same universe as Rash Defamation, so I hope you all enjoy.

Also available on FF.net and AO3.

With his back against the door, Jefferson could feel the vibrations of the axe as it hacked away at the wooden planks. However, he was unable to find it in him to think about anything beyond the grievously injured woman cradled in his arms. Tears stung his eyes as he lifted her hand to his lips, not caring that his own hands were coated in her blood.

“Priscilla,” he choked out. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me….”

“Forget about all that, Jefferson,” Pricilla interrupted, forcing herself to smile weakly up at him. “What’s important now is Grace. Our daughter….you have to be there for her. I had no illusions when I married you. But Grace….she won’t understand if neither of us comes back.”

Jefferson was just opening his mouth to reply to that, but his words died in his throat when Pricilla’s face suddenly twisted in pain. Before he had the chance to do anything to comfort her, however, Pricilla once again focused her eyes on him.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice growing faint and weak. “You have to go. For Grace. There’s no more time.”

Choking back a sob, Jefferson pulled Pricilla’s body closer, closing his eyes in an attempt to keep the tears from falling. When he opened them again, he found the scene before him had changed. Instead of being trapped in the March Hare’s tea room, he was standing before a tall mirrored door. But he wasn’t alone. Regina was standing there with him, along with the old man he recognized as Regina’s father.

“The Queen’s soldiers,” Regina’s father muttered, looking back as the sound of approaching footsteps reached them. “We must hurry.” Without hesitation, Regina turned to walk through the mirrored door, with her father at her side.

“You knew only two could go through the hat!” Jefferson stated, realization sinking in. “Which is why you didn’t tell me about your father.”

“It was the only way to make sure you’d help me,” Regina commented, barely looking back at him. In desperation, Jefferson tried to run after them, but his feet sank into the ground, preventing him from moving.

“Wait!” Jefferson cried in panic. “Wait! Wait, please! My daughter… My Grace! She’s… She’s waiting for me. I promised her I’d… I’d be home for tea.”

“A promise which you now have broken,” Regina snapped, rounding on him. “If you truly cared for your daughter, you never would’ve left her in the first place. You were right, Jefferson. You don’t abandon family.”

With those words, Regina turned on her heal and marched through the mirrored door, not looking back.

Jefferson’s eyes snapped open as a strangled gasp slipped from his throat. For almost half a minute, he lay completely still, staring up at the ceiling. It wasn’t until his heartrate started to slow down that he realized he was still crying. With a shaky sigh, he reached up to wipe away the tears from his eyes before pulling himself out of bed, sparing a glance at the other side of the bed, which was conspicuously vacant. For a long moment, he simply stared around the large bedroom that he had obtained when the Dark Curse brought him to Storybrooke over 28 years ago. 28 years of isolation, with nothing but bad memories to keep him company.

He wasn’t able to slip out from his state of reminiscence until the pangs of hunger became too much to ignore. Wordlessly, he stepped over to the old rocking chair that sat in the corner of the room to retrieve the pants he’d deposited there last night before stepping out into the hall to make his way downstairs to try and find some breakfast. Before he could take more than five steps, however, he passed by a mirror and caught sight of his reflection. A slight grimace appeared on his face as his eyes fell to the old scar that circumvented his entire neck. Even now, he could still remember with perfect clarity the feeling of the sharpened blade slicing through his skin. An involuntary shiver washed over him as he began to feel self-conscious, reaching into his pocket to pull out a scarf. He didn’t continue on his way until he was sure the scar was completely hidden by the scarf.

It wasn’t until he reached the downstairs landing that he heard the voices wafting out from the dining room. After a momentary pause, he silently trod over to the entryway leading into the room, where he simply stood watching the scene in front of him. Grace and Belle were sitting next to each other at the table, talking and laughing over a large platter of French toast topped with fresh fruit. Jefferson couldn’t bring himself to move from his spot, feeling that announcing his presence would just ruin the moment.

In a matter of seconds, he felt his heart sinking in his chest, the memories of his dual nightmare coming back to him. Once again, he could see Pricilla’s pale face and sightless eyes. He remembered the feeling of despair of watching Regina leaving him stranded in Wonderland, knowing that Grace would be waiting for him to come home in vain. He remembered the number of times he watched Grace from afar as she ate dinner with her cursed parents.

“Papa!”

The sound of Grace’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and he looked up in time to see Grace slip out of her seat to hug him in greeting.

“Morning, Papa,” Grace said.

“Morning to you, too,” Jefferson muttered, crouching down to kiss her forehead. “I see you and Belle made breakfast.”

“Yeah, she’s been taking some cooking tip from Ruby,” Grace stated. “If you add flour to the batter, it actually makes it taste even better!”

“Is that right?”

“Yes, you have to try some!”

“Oh, Grace,” Belle spoke up, glancing over at the clock standing against the wall. “You probably should get dressed. Courtney’s birthday party starts in an hour.”

After one last hug, Grace turned and left the dining room to head back upstairs. Once she’d left, Belle stepped over to Jefferson’s side, smiling up at him.

“Good morning! I was just about to come up to check on you.” Moments later, her smile faded, noticing the expression on his face. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Jefferson answered, briefly looking away. “At least, not really. Just…old memories.” An understanding look immediately crossed Belle’s face, as if she knew exactly what memories Jefferson was thinking about.

“Perhaps you should discuss them with Archie today?” she suggested, concern filling her voice. “You’re still planning on seeing him at 2:30 today, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I suppose I should,” Jefferson agreed. “I just…wasn’t prepared to revisit those particular memories so vividly. I had a feeling I would have some kind of recollection today, but it felt like I was actually reliving those memories.”

“Would it help…if I came to sit with you during your session this time?” Belle offered. “I mean, if it’s okay with Archie.”

“You’d do that?” Jefferson asked, visibly taken aback.

“Of course I would,” Belle replied. “If you think it would help.”

“Belle,” Jefferson sighed. “Are…are you sure you’re….sometimes I…I don’t think you deserve this. Maybe my mind is too damaged, and you deserve someone….less broken.”

“Jefferson, there is nothing wrong with your mind,” Belle insisted. “Yes, you’re the Mad Hatter. But after everything you’ve gone through, it’s to be expected that you’d be affected by that. Besides, I think it’s safe to say that everyone in town is a little broken in their own way.”

“Let me guess,” Jefferson chucked. “We’re all mad here, right?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Belle agreed with a chuckle. “But let me tell you something. The best people usually are.”

As if to seal her words, Belle reached out to cup Jefferson’s face in her hands before standing up on her tiptoes to kiss him. In response, Jefferson wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close as he returned the kiss.

At that moment, they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

“Who could that be?” Belle wondered.

“I’m not sure,” Jefferson muttered, gently stepping out of Belle’s arms. “I’d better go check.” With that, he stepped out to the main foyer to open the front door. But he was momentarily frozen in place when he saw who was standing there. Of all the people who could have paid him a visit, Regina was the last person he was expecting.

“Hello,” Regina finally said, visibly conscious of how Jefferson was simply staring at her. “I…I realize I’m probably the last person you’d want to see today.”

“Then why are you here?” Jefferson asked stiffly, defiantly refusing to look at her.

“Because….I remember what day it is,” Regina admitted. “I know it’s the anniversary of the day I….”

“The day you left me stranded in Wonderland?” Jefferson offered, his tone filled with bitterness.

“Yes, that,” Regina agreed, visibly chastised. “That’s…that’s why I’m here. I just wanted you to know that….I’m sorry.”

“Oh, you’re sorry?” Jefferson repeated, laughing cynically. “Yes, that just makes it all better. Separating me from my daughter? And then making me spend those 28 years being the only one in town who actually remembered the truth? So I’d be forced to watch Grace happy with another family, when she didn’t even remember me?”

“I know. I know that a simple apology doesn’t mean much. Especially after all these years. But… after that ordeal with my sister, and…finding out about what I did to Robin….I ended up resuming my sessions with Archie. I started to realize exactly how many people I hurt.”

“You’re just realizing that now?” Jefferson scoffed.

“Okay, that’s fair,” Regina allowed. “I know there’s nothing I can do to fix things. The past cannot be undone. I just…wanted you to know that…I’m sorry.

“Also,” Regina continued, glancing down at the paper shopping bag that Jefferson only just noticed was in her hand. “I realize this is probably also an empty gesture. And it’s also not enough to make up for everything, but…I should have let you have this long before today.”

Without another word, she held the paper bag out to Jefferson. Upon taking the bag, Jefferson glanced inside and saw a stuffed white rabbit.

“I know this rabbit,” Jefferson mused. “This was the rabbit that Grace saw on the toy cart. The day after you showed up at our cottage.”

“I know,” Regina admitted. “I was the old peddler woman. Again, I’m sorry for the deception. I’m sorry for tricking you into bringing me to Wonderland, knowing that you’d end up becoming stranded. And at the mercy of my mother.”

When Jefferson didn’t reply to that remark, Regina turned and started to walk off.

“You know what I don’t understand?” Jefferson suddenly asked. “Why did you continue to torture me? It was bad enough that you tricked me in Wonderland. But why would you make me spend those 28 years remembering? You could have just given me cursed memories, the way you did with everyone else. But instead, you gave me cursed memories while letting me remember the truth. Why?”

“I’m…not really sure,” Regina confessed. “Maybe….I was blaming you for giving me false hope. That Dr. Frankenstein could bring back Daniel. Maybe there was a part of me that wanted to punish you for that. Even so, it was wrong of me.”

Jefferson pursed his lips, contemplating Regina’s words. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. After all, he knew the incident Regina mentioned had been part of Rumpelstiltskin’s scheme to break her heart and make her more susceptible to his teachings. A scheme that he had been in on. Briefly, he wondered if Regina knew that. Did Dr. Whale fill her in after the ordeal when he actually had brought back Daniel? But before he could figure out how to go about asking her, he noticed Regina was already starting to walk off again.

“Regina?” Jefferson called after her. “Thank you. I…I appreciate the apology.” In response, Regina gave a weak smile before continuing on her way.

Jefferson didn’t shut the door again until Regina rounded the corner. Upon turning around, he saw Belle was standing behind him. It was clear from the look on her fact that she’d overheard everything.

“Jefferson?” she asked cautiously, reaching out to him in an obvious gesture of comfort. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jefferson replied after a lengthy pause, accepting her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze of gratitude. “I think I am.”

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BUCKY BARNES X READER

Prompt (Request): Hi, I was wondering if maybe you could write a fic where Bucky and the reader are watching once upon a time and the reader teases him for looking like Jefferson, who he doesn't like.

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, dear! Requests are open.

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You paused Once Upon A Time and looked at your boyfriend, who looked at you curiously.

“If you just cut your hair and you let work some eyeliner on your eyes…”

“No,” Bucky was quick to cut you short before you got any ideas.

“You may not like the idea, but you’d look like him,” you shrugged, pointing at Jefferson’s (Mad Hatter’s) face frozen in a grin on the screen.

Suddenly, he was shocked. “I would most certainly not. We’re nothing alike, [Y/n].”

You laughed as he pouted, but gently caressed his cheek when he looked at you with puppy eyes.

“If we cut your hair, got you some eyeliner and a pair of leather pants and a hat, you and Jefferson would look incredibly similar, honey. Both dashing and handsome.”

“But I don’t like Jefferson,” he all but whined, crossing his strong arms over his broad chest. He may act like a kid, but you couldn’t feel what you felt for him if he wasn’t a man. And what a man.

“But do you see how you and Jefferson look alike?”

He nodded.

“Only on the outside, babe.”

“Only on the outside.”

You pecked his cheek and he nuzzled your neck, searching for cuddles before you pressed play with a smile on his face.

“You’d be dashing if you cosplayed him, I guarantee.

Maybe someday you could convince him to cosplay Jefferson. Maybe. Probably.

“[Y/n],” Bucky sighed.

Definitely.

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