#sebastian stan x reader
i thought about beefy!bucky stopping in the middle of sex to gaze into each other's eyes, telling each other i love you. just pure fluff, but with a little smut? -🐱👤
NSFW thots below the gif. No minors. As always don't copy, rewrite or repost my drabbles.
I've thought about this too. Let's discuss it a little more.
So he's big and strong, he has to turn a little to fit through the average doorway. But you never fully realize just how big he is until he's on top of you.
His favorite position is missionary because he can feel all of you on his warm skin, your soft hands gripping ass as you beg him for more.
He can feel your tight and silky and hot walls pulsating around him.
He can feel your chest rise and fall with each stuttered gasp.
But it's your face that's captivating his attention even more than your prefect pussy.
So he stills inside you, not ready to come because he wants to keep feeling you. Bucky will put his entire weight on you, his hands around your head, resting his forehead on yours and gaze into your eyes.
No need for words. His deep blue eyes tell you everything. It's just you and him. He's never felt this way before and he savors every last morsel of it.
Without breaking eye contact, he'll slide one hand under your ass and push you up so he goes even deeper, his lips dipping down to swallow your gasp. He watches the way your eyes flutter shut, belly bulging because of him and he can feel that too.
He knows you want him to move but you let him take his time because this intimacy feels so right, so good.
So you stroke his broad back and let him take what he wants.
Which is everything you're willing to give him.
If he could, he would keep you like this, beautiful eyes glossy and dazed, your perfect lips kissed so thoroughly they're swollen, throat decorated with his hickeys.
You're always gorgeous to him but seeing you full of him, wrapped around him so tight he can't pull out, is something he can't describe, the only words that come to mind is that you're a goddess.
"I love you" whispered on your lips, seared into you with a slow passionate kiss. And he thrusts into you telling you over and over again with each deep stroke until all you can hear over your breathy little cries is his deep voice showering you with praise and love.
And when you finally come for him like the good girl you are, letting him feel your pussy spasm and clench around him. You feel so good, his head dropping to yours as he moans, you're so good, so fucking good. Bucky's greedy when it comes to you so he's going to lower his body back on top of you.
He's going to tell how you how proud he is of you and he's going roll over with you still wrapped around him, rubbing patterns on your back until you fall asleep. And he's going to stay awake for hours just so he can enjoy the feel of you on and around him.
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Ex’s and Oh’s
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Synopsis: Sebastian drops a bomb on Tom during a livestream
Since it wasn’t safe to hold conventions yet, you and Tom were asked to do a zoom meeting with the rest of the Marvel Cast. Fans were able to tune in and watch as a moderator asked you questions.
“Are you ready for this?” Tom asked you as you sat down at his office desk.
“I’m a little nervous.” You admitted. “It’s been a while since I’ve done a panel.
“Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be fine. What’s the worst that can happen?” Tom shrugged before joining the zoom.
“Welcome everybody.” The moderator greeted as the rest of the cast joined the zoom. “Thank you all for coming to the Marvel Q and A livestream. Not that we need to, but I’m gonna have everyone introduce themselves.”
You relaxed in your seat and leaned into Tom as you listened to your cast mates introduce themselves. The livestream went by smoothly for the first half hour, with a lot of back and forth banter between Tom, Sebastian and Anthony. Since they hadn’t seen either other in so long, they were constantly ripping on each other to make up for lost time. All the jokes and jabs were in good fun, but the trouble started when you started talking about the most recent projects.
“We’ve had a lot of exciting films come out in the past few months. Black Window came out recently.” The moderator said. “And of course, Shang Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings.”
“Which everybody needs to go see immediately.” You added. “Please. You won’t regret it.”
“What she said.” Simu chuckled.
“Yes, yes. Go see it.” The moderator nodded. “And we got lots of new shows too. We got What If, Wandavision, Loki, and of course, Falcon and Winter Soldier.”
“You should watch it just to see the rest Sebastians face.” Anthony commented. “Look how handsome my man is.
“It took you long enough to get your own show.” Tom teased. “Look how many years it took for you to get more than three lines.”
“Yeah, well.” Sebastian shrugged casually. “I was busy sleeping with your girlfriend.”
Yours and Toms jaws dropped to the floor as Sebastians words registered with the other actors. They’d been teasing each other all evening, but Sebastian had taken it a step too far.
“Sebastian!” Your eyes shot open. “Oh my God!”
“Hey.” Sebastian lit up. “That’s exactly what it sounded like.”
“Sebastian!” You screamed as Tom fell on the floor. “Shut up!”
“Wait, wait what?” Scarlett said through laughter. “What happened?”
You were busy trying to pull Tom off of the floor as your cast mates laughed at the unexpected information. Tom had gone completely limp and slipped through your fingers every time you tried to pick him up.
“Oh no.” Anthony laughed. “You killed him. You killed Tom.”
“He’s just laying on the floor.” You said as you nudged your boyfriend with your foot. “He’s not moving. I don’t even think he’s breathing.”
“It’s okay Tom.” Sebastian continued. “Y/n can help you out. I’ve left her unable to walk too.”
Everyone’s jaw dropped again as Sebastian made the situation infinitely worse. You gave Sebastian a knowing look as you tried to lift your rag doll boyfriend off the ground. Instead, Tom flopped out of your hands and rolled right out the office door.
“Wait.” You laughed and tried to call him back. “Don’t go.”
You didn’t get a response from him, but heard heavy footsteps leading up to your front door slamming shut.
“Sorry, new guy here. What are you guys talking about?” Simu asked as he rested his face in his hands. “What’s going on here?”
“Oh my God.” You groaned. “Before I got together with Tom, Sebastian and I were...”
“Intimate.” Sebastian said smugly. “That’s what we’ll call it.”
“Yes. Which wasn’t public information until now. So thank you very much, Sebastian. You’ll be paying for my therapy. I’m gonna need it once the world finds out I’ve slept with two Avengers.” You playfully scolded him through the screen.
“Oh, I can hear the slut shamers now.” Brie laughed. “They’re gonna break down your door.”
“Oh no.” You whined as your cast mates continued to laugh at you. You jumped a little when you heard your front door open and shut again.
“I think that’s Tom coming back in.” You said as you craned your neck to look out the office door. Tom walked back into the room with a tight jaw and sat back down in his seat.
“Honey? Are you okay?” You asked as you rubbed his back.
“I had to do a lap around the block.” He grumbled as he sat back down in his chair.
“Aw.” You laughed as cupped his face. “It’s okay.”
“I’m gonna get you for that, Sebastian.” Tom pointed a finger at the camera. “Watch your back, mate. I’m gonna get you for that one.”
“I can’t believe you kept that from us this whole time.” Anthony shook his head. “We could’ve been bullying Tom about that for years.”
“Well look who ended up with her.” Tom shrugged. “I did. Not you, Seb. You wanker.”
You laughed at Tom’s choice of insult and wrapped your arm around his shoulders. Even though you found the situation funny, you wanted to reassure him that he had nothing to worry about.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute.” Chris spoke up. “I thought Y/n said that one time that she’s never had a one night stand.”
An awkward silence filled the room as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut. Tom heard a snort come from Sebastian and looked at you in confusion.
“I haven’t.” You said weakly.
“Well what about Sebastian?” Anthony smirked, knowing what your answer meant. You gave Tom an apologetic look as Sebastian laughed from the other side of the screen.
“It was,” you grimaced, “it was more than once.”
“Oh my God.” Tom gagged and covered his hand with his mouth. “I’m gonna throw up.”
“I’m sorry!” You apologized and wrapped your arms around his neck. “It was before we were together.”
“How many times did you guys hook up?” Anthony asked, loving how worked up Tom was getting from the topic.
“Don’t ask that.” Tom groaned.
“Probably around-“ Sebastian began.
“Don’t you answer it!” Tom cut him off.
“The people want to know.” Chris pounded his fists on his desk. “Answer the question.”
“I mean, you’ve said so much already. You might as well tell the whole story.” Scarlet reasoned.
“Just tell us and then we can drop it.” Anthony bartered.
“Oh my God. Fine.” You rolled your eyes. “We only had sex like twice, right? And then we probably hooked up in some way a total of four times. It wasn’t a lot. I swear.”
You looked at Tom to see how he was handling the news, and he was staring ahead at the wall with a blank expression. You laughed at how much it bothered him and rubbed his back.
“Yeah, it was only twice.” Sebastian nodded. “Unless you count how many times we did it each night. Then it adds up to a little more.”
Without saying a word, Tom threw himself back into the floor and laid on the ground.
“Are you trying to kill him?” You playfully berated Sebastian. “
“That’s what he gets.” Sebastian shrugged. “He stole my girl.”
Upon hearing that, Tom sprang back up and stared at the camera with a completely red face.
“Your girl?” Tom asked. “I’m sorry, is she your girl? Am I hearing that right?”
“Oh God.” You groaned and buried your face in your hands.
“Because I think she’s actually my girl.” He continued. “Isn’t that right, darling?”
“I won’t be anyone’s girl if you don’t calm down.” You warned him.
“And I’ll be calming right down.” Tom threw on a smile. You laughed at his antics and rested your head on his shoulder.
“Don’t sweat it Tom.” Sebastian spoke up. “It was a long time ago.”
“Yeah.” You agreed. “Super long.”
“Believe it or not,” Sebastian began, “that’s not the first time I’ve heard Y/n say-“
“Enough.” You cut him off. “We are moving in from this topic and never bringing it up again.”
“Please.” Tom added. “This conversation shortened my life span by ten years.”
“How can we move on from this?” Scarlett laughed. “What else is there to talk about?”
Everyone stayed silent as they thought of ways to move the conversation along. Meanwhile, Tom buried his face in your neck and tried to forget what he had heard. After a few moments of silence, Chris Evans sheepishly raised his hand.
“Yes, Chris?” The moderate chuckled when he noticed.
“Is this a bad time to bring up that Y/n and I used to date?” Chris asked, and Tom slipped right back down to the floor.
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[[A/N: This are a series of dark one-shots about stepdad/stepdaughter relationships which can be pretty taboo that's why this series won't use rpfs. If you do not enjoy this specific theme (and if you are a minor) please click away from my blog, block me, and leave me alone.]
Reoccurring themes: stepdad/stepdaughter relationships, (big) age-gaps, innocent!reader, naive!reader, manipulation, toxic relationships, daddy kink, dd/lg-ish (?), infidelity, kidnapping (mostly implied), death (implied), heavy smut, crime, misogynistic views, taboo relationships, no rpf's
Sy x Reader: don't blame me (love made me crazy) [Sept 20, Monday]
- sometimes what an old bear needs is a young little Goldilocks.
or, your mom can't keep up with his appetite, so he found himself another outlet in the form of his silly little stepdaughter.
Steve x Reader: good girl faith [COMING SOON]
- with the captain as your stepfather, you are as safe as you can be.
or, Steve Rogers will protect you from the world whether you like it or not.
August x Reader: magic, madness, heaven, sin [COMING SOON]
- for August Walker, the end justified the means.
or, your daddy is the only person you have left in your life, he made very sure of it.
Lee x Reader: in the middle of the night, in my dreams [COMING SOON]
- the sheriff's new wife doesn't know how to act right ... her daughter, however.
or, Lee decides his stepdaughter would be a better little housewife made just for him.
Bucky x Reader: love's a fragile little flame [COMING SOON]
- the Winter Soldier has lost enough in this lifetime, it's time he's the one who takes.
or, Buck Barnes your beloved daddy is now way past asking permission.
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Dinner Plans - Seb Stan x Reader
request: Sebastian comes home from a whole day of interviews promoting a new movie/show. Your cooking dinner for you and Sebastian when he walks in to see you in sweats and an apron. He comes up behind. You wanted a peaceful night in together just relaxing and watching movies but he has other plans😏
a/n: oh this got STEAMY. thanks so much for the request, anon! hope you like it, haha!
warnings: smutty smut smut
Link to my Sebastian Stan Masterlist
The aroma of fresh basil mixed with the tomato sauce filled your kitchen. You smiled to yourself, feeling as though you were in your own personal Italian restaurant. With the day off from work today, you took it upon yourself to explore the kitchen and develop a new recipe. Sebastian had been gone since early this morning. His day was jam-packed with interviews of the new movie he was the lead star in. So to reward his hard day’s work, you opted to cook for him.
Dancing through your kitchen to Hungry Eyes by Eric Carmen, you had the wooden spoon nestled in your grip as though it were a microphone. Shuffling around, you hadn’t even heard the front door open and close, signaling Seb was home.
Twisting around on the tiles of the kitchen, your baby pink apron flung around, the words Kiss the Chef plastered across the front. You donned your sweatpants and a sports bra underneath. Getting to the chorus, you started belting out the lyrics as though your heart depended on it.
Seb was smiling like an idiot as he propped himself up against the doorway leading into the kitchen. Singing aloud the second verse, you stirred your sauce and smiled. Seb lingered for a few more moments until he cleared his throat.
“Looking good, doll.” He called out, scaring you nearly to death. You dropped the wooden spoon inside the pan and hissed, sauce splattering across your face. You yelled for Alexa to pause the music and you turned around, eyeing your husband evilly.
“Sebby!” You groaned, placing the spoon on a plate beside the stove.
Sebastian laughed, walking over to you. He pressed his lips against the corner of your mouth where some of the sauce had landed and his tongue brushed across your skin, making you squeal in his grip.
“Mmm,” He moaned. “Tastes really good.” He winked, reaching behind you and gripping your ass. You gasped at the feeling and eyed him. Nudging him back with your finger, he simply would not budge.
“Babe, come on. Let me finish,” You giggled.
Seb’s eyes darkened and you knew that look.
“Oh, I’ll make you finish.”
Your eyes widened and you turned around quickly to eye your sauce.
“You’ve had a long day and I took it upon myself to cook you dinner… Can I please finish cooking?” You eyed him with a puppy-dog-like stare and Seb growled, kissing underneath your ear.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day, kitten. Wanted nothing more than to come home and have you as my dinner.” He whispered, his lips connecting with your neck. He knew that was your weak spot. You moaned, your head falling back against his shoulder as his hand moved across your upper thigh. He inched closer to your heat that was already throbbing, begging for attention.
Seb reached over you and turned the stove off himself. Grabbing the lid to your pan, he covered the freshly made sauce and smirked. “I wanna have some fun… then we can have dinner?” He smiled.
You stared at him momentarily, knowing he was completely serious. Seb was the type of man, when he was in the mood for sex, he wanted it right then and there. Never would he force you if you weren’t in the mood for it, but he already knew your heart was thumping at the anticipation.
You slipped the apron off, exposing your body that donned the sweats and sports bra to your husband’s feasting eyes. He groaned at the sight of you, his fingers already hooking into the inside of your sweats, desperately wanting to remove them.
Turning around in his grasp, Seb hoisted you onto his waist and you started to laugh. “Bedroom?” You questioned. He laughed at you as though you were stupid. You gazed around, noticing you two were getting close to the… kitchen table.
Your eyes widened. “Are you serious?” You gasped.
Seb licked his lips.
“I said I wanted you for dinner, didn’t I? Don’t we normally eat dinner at our kitchen table?”
With that, your husband quickly moved the utensils and placed your bottom on the table. You groaned as he shimmied your grey sweats down your legs, tossing them to the side, seeing that you were wearing his favorite black laced underwear. He gazed at you for a moment before settling himself between your legs. You felt as Sebastian ran his hands up and down your legs, admiring how smooth and soft they felt before his hand teasingly brushed against your already soaked core.
You moaned at the feeling of his hand rubbing across your clit, your mind wandering.
“Oh, Seb,” You called his name, tossing your head back.
“Let’s get this off of you, doll.” He whispered, tugging at the sports bra. Without another word, you removed the article of clothing from yourself, tossing it over where your sweats laid aimlessly.
Your breasts exposed, Sebastian eyed you intently as he began a trail of warm kisses from your jawline, to each breast. Using one hand to massage the opposite, he took the bud into his mouth, sucking on it, his teeth gently biting. His other hand that rested on your other breast worked wonders as his fingers pinched, making your eyes widen.
As he worked his way down, he ensured to keep eye contact with you as he kissed your naval. Dipping below, he kissed over the fabric of your panties and you watched him closely. Sebastian loved it when you watched him work wonders on you.
You moaned as his fingers pushed your lace to the side, his finger dipping into your folds before encircling your clit. Instantly, your legs prodded open naturally, falling in such a way that made Sebastian groan at the sight.
“You are soaked, doll,” He moaned. Without hesitation, Seb pulled the underwear down and tossed them over to the increasing pile. As your legs remained spread, Sebastian lowered himself, his tongue dipping into your folds, lapping you. You moaned loudly as his tongue grazed your clit before he began sucking.
He licked your clit as though you were the ultimate delicacy.
“Sebastian,” You moaned loudly, your back arching, your heat colliding with his face. The friction of his face against your heat made your walls tighten. As he continued to swirl his tongue around your sensitive bud, he used his fingers to pump in and out of you, earning high moans of pleasure that only made him harder by the second. Hooking his hands around the backs of your thighs, he pulled you in closer, eating you out with pure ecstasy.
“Seb, I’m gonna,” You moaned, feeling the burning sensation intensify, your orgasm closer than expected.
“Don’t you dare,” Seb’s voice was stern as he came off of your clit. He pushed two fingers inside of you, pushing until he reached that spot that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. Curving them at the perfect angle, Seb attached his lips to yours, the taste of you sweet in your mouth as he worked his fingers inside of you. You hadn’t even seen him remove his jeans or boxers until you felt his member brushing against your entrance.
He pulled his fingers out of you, putting them to your mouth. You licked and sucked yourself off of him, earning a desperate moan from Sebastian’s lips.
“You taste so sweet, don’t you, doll?” He smiled at you. You grinned, moaning in utter delight.
Sebastian continued to tease your entrance with his hardened length and you whimpered desperately, wanting to feel him deep inside of you. “Seb, I can’t take this anymore, please,” You gasped, his tip sitting right at your soaking entrance.
Seb smiled to himself. He loved seeing you like this.
“Beg,” He demanded. He wanted to know how much you wanted him, needed him.
“Please,” You moaned. “Please!” You cried out as he slowly began pushing himself in.
Yours and Sebastian’s moans mixed wonderfully together as he pushed himself inside of you further, feeling how tight you were around him. Closing your eyes, your mouth fell open when he finally went the entire way in. You molded around his member perfectly. You felt as he stretched you out and you moaned desperately when he left and came back in.
His thrusts were powerful. Sebastian knew your body like a map. He knew where to touch, where to kiss, and especially how to angle himself inside of your tight space that would send you into a frenzy. Your nails dug into his back and he groaned at the feeling, pounding into you relentlessly as your legs intertwined around his waist. You could feel yourself clenching around him each time he pulled out and Sebastian knew he would be close in just a few more strokes.
“Seb, faster, please,” You cried out. He knew what that meant. He kept his perfect angle but increased his speed slightly, both of you breathing awfully heavy. Your stomach began to form knots as you could feel yourself on the brink of a climax.
He attached his lips to yours, his tongue slipping in between your lips, connecting with yours. You moaned loudly into his mouth, the feeling of his strokes on top of the electricity of his kiss drove you crazy.
“I’m gonna come,” You announced, sweat beading on your forehead as you held your husband tight against you.
“Come for me, pretty girl.” Seb rang into your ears.
You began to see stars as you released, coming completely undone all over Seb. You felt as the warmth of his climax entered your body and you felt fuzzy, lightheaded, and happy.
The both of you breathed hard and the coolness of the table was against your back. Seb’s head pressed against yours as he kissed you passionately.
“Oh, that was so good,” You breathed out, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Sebastian smirked, the tips of his hair slightly wet from the sweat you two had produced.
“You think it’s better than your pasta?” He looked over at the stove, seeing the pan still sitting there.
You giggled, shaking your head. “I know you’re not hungry.”
Seb shrugged. “I could eat… actual food this time.”
You smirked, getting off of the table. Pulling Seb up by his hand, you pushed his back against the wooden table.
“You had your dinner… now I want mine.” You growled, dropping to your knees, Seb’s eyes widening.
“You dirty girl!” He laughed, his head falling back.
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𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐛.𝐛.
pairing: bucky barnes x F!reader
request: So, what if like at the end of endgame, Steve and Bucky talk about how Steve isn’t coming back like how he does in the movie but when Steve is supposed to return, Steve sends back Bucky’s first love which is the Reader and it’s super cute and fluffy and maybe there could be a flashback from back in the 40s of reader and Bucky in love and maybe when reader found out about Buckys death and stuff. - @livbarnesx
summary: When Steve is supposed to return after putting back the stones, there is someone else with him and a certain soldier couldn’t be happier.
A/n: I LOVED THIS REQUEST AND I LOVED WRITING IT. I know it took me FOREVER to write it but school and exams kept me really busy during this summer, BUT I'M FINALLY BACK BABY!! I promise I’ll start writing all the requests I recived. I hope you like it! <3 The parts in italics are flashbacks
Divider by @firefly-graphics
warnings: mention of death, crying, a bit angst(?), fluff, google translate lol
word count: 2.9k
Please don’t repost, copy or translate any of my works on other platforms. Likes, comments and reblog are really appreciated<3
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 || 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bucky asked as he and Steve started to walk in the wood near Tony Stark’s house. Or what used to be Ton“Are you sure you wanna do this?” Bucky asked as he and Steve started to walk in the wood near Tony Stark’s house. Or what used to be Tony Stark's house.
"Yeah, I need to put all the stones back to their places. And, who knows, maybe I'll get to see her again" Steve he answered with a dreamy look.
Bucky knew he was referring to Peggy, his first great love, that he could finally hug again after all this time, which was one of the things that the former winter soldier couldn't do with his.
They reached the platform where it was all going to happen. Bruce, or the Hulk, he still didn't know what to call him, had moved everything he needed in the woods after the explosion occurred at the compound. With Bruce there was Sam who had come to assist his friend.
“I’m going to miss you, buddy.” Bucky said welcoming Steve in a big hug.
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back”
“How can I? You are taking all the stupid with you“
Steve stepped onto the platform, took Mjollnir in one hand and the box containing the gems in the other. He took one last look at his friends and waited for the countdown to finish. After five seconds the suit closed and he disappeared.
"How long is this gonna take?" Sam asked with a hint of concern in his voice.
"For him, as long as he needs. For us five seconds." Bruce answered trying to make his voice sound confident. He was worried, it was plausible, the fate of humanity depended on this mission. "Returning in 5...4...3...2...1"
"Where is he?" Sam was starting to panic.
"I don't know he should be here." Bruce began fiddling with the various computers that controlled the machine.
“Bring him back”
Meanwhile, Bucky still had his eyes on the car. He knew Steve's plan had worked. He was living his life with Peggy, as he deserved. He thought he deserved it too. He deserved a happy life with his great love. But he couldn't have it.
While he kept thinking he found himself facing the lake. He looked up and saw it. A much older version of Steve sat on a bench while he scanned the horizon. After a while Bucky noticed a second figure rising from the ground. He was confused but the second person seemed familiar to him. It was a girl. He could tell by her small body. Then she turned and Bucky's heart skipped a beat. He rubbed his eyes. She could only have been a hallucination. He thought he was going mad. When her eyes met hers the world stopped. Maybe he was still in his bed and he was dreaming. It had already happened. When he didn't have nightmares he always dreamed of her. He dreamed of the life they could have had together and all their memories.
"Bucky? Is that really you?" he woke from that trance when she called him. Unbeknownst to him, tears began to fall from his eyes, but before he could say anything he was interrupted by a very confused Sam, who was now facing the lake too,
"Who is that? What happened?" from his voice you could hear all his confusion.
"That's my girl" Bucky replied without stopping crying. The girl approached him and Bucky waited to wake up any second from this dream that seemed so real when he felt a slap on his cheek.
He put his hand on his affected cheek and looked confused at his girl - yes cause that was his girl, his great love - waiting for an explanation. When he saw that she began to sob he held her in a strong hug that was worth a thousand words. God how much he had missed her.
"Y-you promised you would come back, why d-did you leave me alone?" her words were muffled by his chest, but they were still understandable.
“Y/N love, look at me. Doll look at me. I'm so sorry. I never wanted to leave you alone. I missed you so much, my love." Bucky said between tears and dissolving her embrace he cupped her face and kissed her.
At that moment everything disappeared. All those years they hadn't spent together, all the tears shed. There was only them and their love.
A few hours later they were in Bucky's apartment lying on the bed, Y/N with her head on Bucky's chest, who had his arms around her waist,
"So let me get this straight." Bucky repeated to confirm that he understood the explanation just made by his girlfriend "Steve brought another suit with him, to give it to you since he had already planned to bring you back here to me?"
“Yes, James, this is the second time I've told you. He told me that he would’ve felt too guilty leaving you while he was living his life with Peggy and you were here alone with Sam, who from what I understand you don't get along very well with." she said with a little laugh as she thought back to the discussion these two had had a few hours earlier when Sam tried to hug Y/N, to welcome her and Bucky was on the defensive,
"Yeah uh well here we-" he tried to explain but was immediately interrupted by her voice.
"Buck, you don't have to explain to me, it's normal not to get along with everyone," she said, starting to draw circles on his chest with her finger.
"God doll, you don’t know how much I missed you." he said and then planted a kiss on her head.
"Do you remember the day we met?" she asked after a few minutes passed in silence in each other's arms.
"How could I forget it doll, I was saved by the love of my life"
When Bucky woke up the first thing he felt was pain. On the right hip, precisely. He tried to figure out what caused him and slowly flashes came back to him.
The mission with the Howling Commandos to another Hydra base. Steve ordering them to split up to outrun the enemy soldiers. A squadron surrounding him and Dugan. There were gunshots and then only darkness.
As soon as he opened his eyes he looked around and realized he was in a sort of nursery. He noticed the figure of a girl not far from the cot on which he was lying. She was standing near a table where she was setting up ampoules, probably containing medicines. He was behind her so he couldn't see her face, but he understood that it was a nurse wearing her uniform. Bucky tried to sit up but while he was doing it he emitted a small moan, caused by the pain at his side, which immediately caught the attention of the nurse who turned to help him.
"Sergeant Barnes you’re finally awake." she said in a soft voice, showing him a smile and Bucky looked up in her direction.
When he paused to look at her he was petrified by her beauty. Her long Y/H/C hair was styled with big curls, just like those of all girls for at least five years, and her Y/E/C shone thanks to the dim light that was in the room. And her full lips were highlighted with a layer of red lipstick.
"I am agent Y/N Y/L/N. Tell me, how are you sergeant?" she asked, awakening him from her trance.
"W-what happened?" he asked still slightly confused as to why he was there.
“Well, Sergeant Barnes, you should be the one telling me that. I just helped you not to die. What do you remember?" as she talked he walked over to the table where he had been before and took out a patient health form that he would have to fill out.
"We were on a mission a-and Steve... wait, Steve where is he? He is alright? I have to see him now!" He said and then tried to get up in an attempt to go find his friend but was stopped by Y/N who began to reassure him.
“Don't worry, Captain Rogers and all of your companions are fine. You were the only one seriously injured" she said and then helped him sit comfortably on the bed.
“Have you known each other for a long time? You and the captain, I mean” she asked curiously. She was very intrigued by Bucky and she had decided she wanted to get to know him better - formally, of course. Or at least that’s what she kept repeating herself.
"First of all, let's stop with these formalities, start calling me Bucky, doll." he said, tired of being addressed like a gentleman, and then resume "to answer your question, we've known each other since we were little and I saved his ass from fighting in the back streets of Brooklyn."
She let out a little laugh. An angelic sound in his ears. Maybe it had been too much time away from women, but he couldn't approach her like the girls he'd dated before the war. She was different. He was also slightly intimidated by her charge, it was quite rare to see a female agent, and knowing one fascinated him, a lot. He would certainly mention it in his next letter directed home, to his sister Rebecca who always wanted to serve the country as her brother and Steve did.
He woke up from his thoughts when he saw that Y/N was heading towards the exit. He didn't want to miss such an opportunity and above all with a girl like that. They were at war after all. He could have died overnight. Driven by a sudden surge of courage, he recalls her attention by calling by her name, causing her to turn in his direction.
"Yes, James? Is there any problem?" she asked slightly worried. Deep down, though, she knew she wasn't just worried as a simple nurse cares for her patient.
“No, absolutely doll. I just wanted to ask you if you knew when we can go back to town." Y/N could see the hope in his eyes as he spoke.
After thinking about it for a while, the girl spoke the words the soldier had longed for. "In a couple of days, I think, why?"
“I was wondering if, uh, if you'd like to go dancing? Together with me, I mean. But you probably already understood this. Well, you seem very intelligent and you are also beautiful. If you don't want to come I understand perfectly well, don't worry- " he asked stammering. He had never stammered. Especially in front of a girl. God the effect this girl had on him.
"Bucky!!" she yells, laughing at him, to stop him before he starts with a meaningless monologue “I'd love to come and dance with you. And thank you for the compliments,” she continued and before starting to blush.
"Really?! That is, ahem cool. See you on Saturday then doll." he tried, in vain, to cover his surprise and happiness, but she did not miss the smirk on his face.
“See you on the dance floor, soldier. And please don't be late.” she said before approaching his bed and then printing a kiss on his cheek, smudging it lightly with her red lipstick, and walking away towards the exit, giggling after having a last glance at Bucky finding him intent on touching his just kissed cheek with a surprised look on his face.
"Doll, what happened? Why are you crying?" he asked, worried, sitting up with his back to the head of the bed, to be able to hold her in a hug.
"It's just that- I can't belive you're actually here with me after I thought you were d-dead." she began to speak while continuing to cry as Bucky stroked her cheeks to stop her tears. "It was so hard when Steve told me you were gone."
Y/N was disinfecting a soldier's wound when her attention was drawn to a group of soldiers who had gathered at the entrance to the division, giving the impression that they were waiting for someone. It was at that moment that she remembered that at any moment the Howling Comandos would have to return from their mission in the Alps.
Bucky's last mission. If it had been successful the Hydra would have been defeated and consequently, the war would have come at the gates, which meant that there would be no need for the Howling Commandos and Y/N could have asked General Phillips to resign as there would be much more nurse than necessary.
She tried to hurry to medicate the soldier, still trying to do a good job, and then run out of the crowd that had now formed. She was so excited. She would see his Bucky again after many months apart from each other.
She still remembered their last conversation before he left to destroy various Hydra bases.
"Please be safe, don't do anything stupid, and always listen to Steve." she said with a few tears in her eyes, that were ready to fall on her rosed cheeks.
"You have no faith in me, doll." he said chuckling, bringing her closer to him by the hips.
"I'm sorry, I trust you really, just promise me you'll come back." she responded di lei tightening her arms around his neck di lei.
"I promise, doll. I'll come back to you. After all this we will retire, we're going to live in a beautiful house in the suburbs, we'll get married during summer in a small church and then we'll have a bunch of kids running around." he promised before gently kissing her lips.
That night a bunch of I love you and promises were whispered and a lot of kisses were shared.
As soon as she got out of the tent, Y/N stopped in front of the big crowd, noticing that many soldiers and some nurses turned to look at her with a dark look. Their relationship became common knowledge across the field very quickly when a group of soldiers caught them kissing while dancing on their first date. People were moving to make room for the soldiers to pass, and in no time she found herself face to face with Steve.
Her eyes wandered in search of Bucky, not finding him next to the captain, as usual for her.
"Y/N" Steve spoke her name in a voice so low that she had barely heard it.
"Steve, where is Bucky?" she asked not finding her boyfriend nearby with her eyes.
"Y/N come with me." he told her, and then took her gently by her arm, without giving her time to protest.
They arrived at one of the offices when Y/N spoke again, feeling her anxiety rise along with tears.
"Steve please tell me where Bucky is. He's coming, right? Is he okay?" unknowingly she began to cry while she talked.
"We were in the Alps, we got on the train to catch Zola when some kind of robot attacked us. He opened a hole in the train, B-Bucky tried to grab onto one of the railings but...the train was going too fast, he couldn't take my hand. He told me to-" Steve started crying too before being interrupted by a sobbing Y / N.
"Please Steve, I don't want to know what he told you to tell me. I don't want to know that he asked you to tell me that he loves me, or that I have to move on. Not when he can never tell me again. I can never go on, not without him. He promised me. He promised..."
Y/N was now drained by tears and she couldn't stop sobbing and thinking about Bucky and his promise. Home, marriage, children. Now they couldn't have any of that. Because he was gone.
"This is just a bad dream Y/N, wake up. You just have to wake up and you'll be in your bed with Bucky next to you, ready to hold you." Y/N repeated before her legs gave out and she fell to her knees. Fortunately Steve, with his vision still clouded by her tears, managed to take her in her arms before she fell to the floor.
"It's okay Y/N, don't worry. Everything will be alright. We'll be alright." Steve tried to reassure her.
But she knew she wasn't alright. Not when Bucky wasn't going to be here with her comforting her. Not when he was gone.
And they stayed like this, for who knows how many hours, in each other's arms, crying and hugging each other, thinking that the most important person in their lives was gone and there was nothing they could do about it.
After hearing the story of how his girlfriend and best friend reacted to his "death", Bucky cupped Y/N's cheeks and then shed all her tears with his thumbs.
"Y/N, love look at me." he said in a low, sweet voice, then continued talking. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. But, now I want to keep all the promises I made to you. We will buy that house in the suburbs, we will get married and we will have wonderful babies, just like you. I love you so much, doll."
"I love you too, my soldier." she told him showing him a small smile.
He slowly leaned in, before kissing her softly. Y/N couldn't believe it, after all this time they were together again.
"I promised I would come back to you."
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unlike any other
pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x maid!f!reader
genre: angst, fluff, smut (AH THE HOLY TRINITY)
warnings: mention of blood, mention of wounds,,,,,,,,, sex (but only a lil bit)
word count: 1.8k
summary: bucky barnes, among many things, owns a strip club. y/n works there as a maid, but she has only recently joined so she has no idea who he is. one day, she catches him napping in one of the private rooms after closing time and, not knowing that he owns the place, asks him to leave because it's a "staff only" room. mesmerized by her, he leaves without a word but a few days later, she finds out who he truly is. sparks fly? sparks fly.
author's note: hiya peeps! enjoy!
James Barnes was tired.
All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night's sleep, but this moron in front of him was proving it to be very difficult. "What aren't you getting about my plan, Johnson?" he growled, a deep glare etched on his face as he disdainfully stared at one of the men who worked for him. "Why are we doing this at all?" Oh, Johnson has quite the mouth on him, can't wait to break all his fucking teeth.
"Are you the boss or am I?" Bucky countered, putting his arms up, exasperated. Johnson was about to reply when Bucky decided he was too tired to deal with him at all. "You know what, how about we talk tomorrow, hm? Leave, now." With an audacious huff, Johnson got up and left the room. As soon as he was gone Bucky groaned loudly.
"That man," he muttered to himself, "Is a fucking idiot. I'm gonna have to talk to Sam tomorrow, why did he even suggest—" Bucky then relaxed back onto the couch he was sitting on, leaning further and further back until he was simply lying down, head resting on the armrest.
James Barnes was tired.
And he needed a fucking nap.
James Buchanan Barnes. He commonly went by the name Bucky, and he ran the biggest, most affluent mob in the city. Currently, he was at a strip club that he owned, which also had private rooms for… basically hooking up, but he never used it for that, using it only to hold meetings with potential allies or his men.
He dozed off on the couch but was able to sleep for only about 30-45 minutes before someone was shaking him awake.
“Phew, last room! Why does this place have so many rooms?” Y/N grumbled to herself, opening the door to the private room. She was a maid recently hired by the club, and her job was to clean up all the private rooms after the closing time. They paid her well so she didn’t mind doing the job. When she opened the door, though, she noticed a man sleeping on the couch.
All his clothes were still intact and his hair was also done nicely… She scrutinized him for a while longer, taking note of his handsome, chiselled features and how he dripped of power even when he was asleep. Finally, a few minutes later, she decided to wake him up. However powerful he might seem, the rooms after closing were for staff only and he needed to leave.
“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N gently shook his shoulders, startling him awake. He blinked his eyes open and in his hazy state of mind, he thought there was an angel standing above him. “What?” he yawned and Y/N offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room,” she told him and he blinked.
She didn’t know him? “I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry,” he complied, sitting up. He took in her appearance as well; she was wearing a cheesy maid’s costume that fit the aesthetic of the strip club perfectly, yet there was a sort of innocence to her, the kind that would make even the most cold-hearted and powerful of them all want to cater to her every whim without question.
“Uh… see ya around,” she raised her eyebrows and Bucky offered her a quick smile, getting out of the room. “Behaving like he owns the place,” Y/N scoffed to herself as she began cleaning up the mess in the room starting with the empty alcohol bottles. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long, though- his handsome face could make anyone’s heart melt. As the thought passed through her head, a small smile bloomed on her face.
Oh stranger, I really hope we meet again soon.
As Bucky drove home, he, too, thought of the maid. Who was she? Why had he never seen her before? And why didn’t she know him? That night, as he went to bed for the second time, all he saw in his dreams was a lovely maid’s costume and a pretty, pearly white smile.
“I’m firing that guy,” Bucky told Sam determinedly. A few days had passed since Bucky’s meeting with Johnson and he was more determined than ever to get rid of the guy. Something about Johnson seemed off. “Wh- You hired that guy like a week ago, what happened? He used to work with Pierce and Rumlow before, he can give us valuable intel-”
“What if he never stopped?” Sam quieted at the retort. “He told us how horribly they treated their own men,” Sam answered a little while later. “What if he’s lying?” Bucky asked impatiently. “Give him a chance-” Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky sighed and Johnson poked his head in. “Got a minute, boss?”
“Oh sure, come in, we were just discussing you! Have a seat!” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s sudden cheerfulness as Johnson happily bounded into the room, plopping down on the couch. “What were you discussing?” he questioned. “How I was just about to fire you,” Bucky smirked and Johnson’s face fell.
He didn’t speak for a few minutes, causing Sam and Bucky to glance at each other. “Hello…?” All of a sudden Johnson stood up with a fit of rage. “Damn it, Barnes, you ruin everything!” Bucky shouted triumphantly as Sam gasped. “I knew you were a fucking two-timer, you son of a bitch!” Bucky yelled at him. “And you made it so easy!” Johnson laughed dryly.
“Why you-” Bucky swung a punch at Johnson’s face, breaking his nose. “What have you told Pierce?!” Johnson retaliated right back by kicking his knee into Bucky’s abdomen, making him fall back. A fight soon broke out between all three of them, so loud that the commotion could be heard from outside.
Approximately 20 minutes later Y/N, who was passing by the room at the time, heard the loud noise and stopped in her tracks. It sounded like… two people fighting. It wasn’t her cleaning time yet, but she still rushed to the door, opening it up with such force that the door loudly banged on the other side. At this, the fight instantly halted.
Bucky was holding an unconscious Johnson by the collar, his fist an inch away from Johnson’s jaw. Both of them looked pretty beaten up, with blood all over their faces and clothes. Sam, meanwhile, was half-lying on the couch, clutching the side of his abdomen with a pained look on his face. Y/N’s hands flew to her mouth at the sight of them.
That was when she recognized the man from a few days ago. Oh shit, he does own the place. Bucky immediately got up and dusted his suit, staring down at a passed-out Johnson with a sneer. “Sam, take him to Wanda, she’ll know what to do with him. And please, for the love of God, go to the hospital.” With the help of a few others, Sam and Johnson left.
It was only Bucky and Y/N in the room now. She continued staring at his face in horror and Bucky chuckled, wiping away a trail of blood near his lips. “That bad?” She snapped out of her trance. “You…” Bucky gave her a wry smile. “Bucky Barnes at your service. And you are?” Y/N blinked a few times before answering. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky looked around.
“Well, Y/N, if you’d be so kind as to fetch me a first aid kit.” She instantly walked out of the room and got the first aid kit for him. When she returned to the room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, his jacket and shirt removed. Even his torso was covered in black and blue bruises. "It looks bad," she blurted out.
"Will you help me clean up?" Y/N couldn't deny him. He was her boss, after all. She sat down next to him and wordlessly started cleaning the blood off his face. He didn't so much as flinch, which Y/N found to be extremely impressive. After all the blood was cleaned, Y/N grimaced when she saw his broken nose. "Your, um, your nose…" Bucky easily grabbed his nose in both hands and clicked it into place.
Y/N flinched badly at the action, making Bucky laugh. "Come on, princess, it's not that difficult," he teased her and she shook her head, a smile blooming on her face. "So, um, I'm sorry about that day," she mumbled as Bucky kept the first aid kit away. "Sorry? For doing your job? Don't do that."
She looked up at him. "No, I- I should've known it was you, and I just… maybe I could've been more polite-"
"Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room," Bucky quoted verbatim, "You couldn't have been more polite." Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shuffled her feet. "Please don't fire me," she whispered under her breath, yet Bucky managed to hear her. And when an opportunity presents itself…
"On one condition."
She looked up at him, wide-eyed and nodded excitedly. "Anything you want." Bucky smirked and sat back down next to her, placing his hand on her bare thigh. "Go on a date with me," he breathed out, leaning close to her. Y/N's breath and heart rate hitched at his forwardness, but she didn't have the will to deny him.
He was good-looking, he was rich, he was polite, why not give it a try? Y/N offered him a small smile. "Um, okay, I'd like that a lot," she agreed truthfully and Bucky grinned, pressing his lips to hers without wasting a moment. Y/N kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands.
In the heat of the moment, Bucky bent forward until the back of Y/N's head touched the armrest; still, they didn't pull away from each other. Bucky sneakily got his hand under Y/N's blouse, the skin on skin contact making them both groan. "Ugh, you really are very pretty, you know?" Bucky whispered as he unbuttoned her blouse and threw it away.
He stared in awe at her bra-covered breasts, his shaft twitching impatiently. But, just as he was about to unbuckle her bra, the door swung open. Bucky immediately hid Y/N under him and looked up at a horror-struck Sam, who ran out of the room screaming, "At least lock the door next time, asshole!"
Y/N giggled when she saw Bucky's flustered face. "He's right, you know," she whispered cheekily and Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at her, attacking her neck with kisses and love bites.
"Talk to me like that again and you'll be in for a long night, pretty face."
"Oh, I'd like to see you try, boss."
a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed it!
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The fics are in no particular order and the list is not complete. I just wanted to make a post to appreciate all the authors.
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Yes, Mrs Barber*** by @jurassicbarnes
Boys in Bed with Books***: Andy Barber by @/jobean12-blog
Taste of paradise*** by @sunshinebuckybarnes
Misty blue by @saintbvcky
Don't hang up by @worksby-d
Access denied* by @stargazingfangirl18
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Forgotten Birthdays by @goaskbarnes
Boys in Bed with Books***: Charles Blackwood, Chris Beck, Jefferson by @jobean12-blog
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Sebastian Stan x male! reader Pt. 14
↳ Summary: Sebastian might not be as single and straight as everyone thinks...
↳ Words count: 433
↳ Warnings: swear words, hate comments, Seb being moody
↳ A/n: Hey guys, sorry for the late update- I've been very busy these past few weeks, school started and some other stuff happened, but I should be able to update more often now! Probably gonna write irl chapter soon too!
Masterlist • Prompts • S/o match ups • Taglist
Introduction • Previous part • Next part (coming soon) (whole series in masterlist)
Tags (open): @pastel-boy-sungjae @lego-tesseract @pietroshusband @tsnelf7 @blurredx18
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y/n_l/n i agree
username_1 @y/n_l/n you always do
username_2 @username_1 🤨
username_3 @username_2 don't... don't question it, just don't-
username_4 If I see one goddamn comment about Y/sebastian I'm gonna lose my fucking shit
username_5 @username_4 *slowly deletes the whole paragraph*
username_6 @username_4 why so aggressive man 💀
username_7 @username_6 because lately the whole comment section is just Y/sebastian and it's getting annoying. like I don't have anything against the ship but people should calm down in the comments. and we don't even know of Y/n or Sebastian are okay with it, so please just take that to consideration
username_8 @username_7 I AGREE! GUYS CALM YOUR HORNY ASSES DOWN 😭
username_9 @username_7 literally go fuck yourself. it doesn't involve you, you're doing absolutely nothing here, no one will listen to you and Y/n nor Sebastian won't even fucking notice you. you're just embarrassing yourself 💀
y/n_l/n @username_9 Said a person who just embarrassed themselves
username_10 @y/n_l/n POP OFF KING 👑
username_11 @y/n_l/n PLS WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY
username_12 @username_10 he didn't even do anything impressive tf 💀
username_13 Seb what you listening to?
username_14 @username_13 probably music
username_15 I have no idea if the jacket is dirty or if it's the design of it-
username_16 @username_15 now that you've said it... I actually have no idea as well-
username_17 @username_15 fuck you're right 👁️👄👁️
you have a dirty jacket
no shit Sherlock
Man you kinda aggressive 🤨
only to people who annoy me
so I'm annoying now?
alright, let me just book a flight back home I guess 🏃
I'm not letting you go back
You literally just said I annoy you and now you're being clingy
mood swings who?
I hate you so much
I love you tho
well now you're just proving my point 👁️👄👁️
you have to go to sleep early today, idk if I can keep up with you like this tomorrow as well
But only if you cuddle with me
you didn't even have to ask love
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A.N: Once again I have uploaded the script and edited it . Y/N has a lot of thoughts in this chapter, it's a sarcastic inner monologue at this point, I'm sorry if that gets annoying. There is also a lot of talking.
Warnings: Violence, Swearing
"This is it." Steve said.
After a narrow miss with the STRIKE team at the mall, Steve had hotwired a car (with the help of Y/N) and the trio had made their way to New Jersey. The fact Natasha had kissed her while Steve was stood behind them hadn't really sunk in. She hadn't kissed anyone is years, not even for a mission. 'Was that your first kiss?' the red-head had asked, 'From a girl it was.' Y/N had replied, 'Not that I'm complaining in the slightest.' That had made Natasha laugh.
"The file came from these coordinates." Natasha told them.
"So did I." Steve said, sounding nostalgic as he looked around the place. "This camp is where I was trained back in the '40's"
It was now later that night while the three walked around the old army base still trying to pinpoint where the signal came from. They hadn't had a lot of luck with Y/N and Natasha waving their phones around like idiots at every square inch of the place.
"Changed much?" the red-head asked.
"This is a dead end. Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off." Y/N said, standing a few feet from Steve.
While Natasha was still waving her phone around trying to get a signal, Steve was looking around the old army base. Y/N lowered her arm and walked over to Steve who held a slightly confused expression on his face.
"What is it?" Y/N asked the man.
"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place."
Steve swung his arm with the shield at the lock that was on the door. Pushing the door open, the trio entered inside. When they turned on the lights they noticed it's a S.H.I.E.L.D office. There were rows of desks in front them, they were covered in dust and they looked old.
"This is S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha thought out loud.
"Maybe where it started." Steve suggested.
Y/N, Natasha and Steve entered a room where they found old framed portraits on the wall. There was one a young woman, one of a young man and one of an older man.
Natasha pointed to the young man on the wall, obviously recognising him "There's Stark's father."
'I know him from somewhere.' Y/N thought, 'Where do I recognise him from?'
"Howard." Steve said, noticing the slightly confused look on Y/N's face.
'Yep, the name definitely rings a bell.' Steve didn't reply to Natasha questioning who the woman was on the wall, he turned away to walk further down the room and stopped by the massive book shelf.
"If you're already working in a secret office..." Steve said as he pushed the books shelves apart and slide them open to reveal an elevator behind it. "Why do you need to hide the elevator?"
The three clamber into the elevator, when the doors shut they were asked to enter a passcode. Natasha rolled her eyes and wiped out her phone, she hacked the system pretty quickly. The elevator came to life and started to go down which took them to a room with old looking computers.
"This cannot be the data-point." Natasha scoffed.
"Definitely not. Right? I mean this some ancient ass tech." Y/N pointed out.
Suddenly Natasha noticed a small flash drive port. She and Y/N shared a look as they moved closer to it. Natasha placed the flash drive in it which then activated the ancient computer in the room. The old computer asked them if they wanted to 'Initiate system'. Natasha moved over to the keyboard and began to type.
"Y-E-S, spells yes." Natasha smiled as the old computer started to crank up.
""Shall we play a game?"" Y/N said in a low playful voice with a smirk on her lips, leaning on the table. She then turned to Steve and said "It's from a movie that..."
But Steve cut her off "Yeah, I saw it."
In the midst of all the whirring from the computers accented voice suddenly started speaking.
"Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born, 1984. L/N, Y/N. Born 1988″
Steve and Y/N recognised the voice of the man immediately. 'You've gotta be shitin' me'. Luckily for Y/N, Zola in the computer decided to stick to the lie that she had been telling instead of outing her as his 70 year old daughter. A fact the she hated with a passion. The old camera that is by the computers began to move above them as it scanned them like they were food at a supermarket checkout.
"It's some kind of a recording." Natasha said.
"I am not a recording, Fräulein." Zola told the Natasha. "I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am."
The computer screen changed and showed the trio an old photo of Dr. Arnim Zola. Y/N's hands curled into fists as she tried to stay calm, Zola was one of the people who haunted her in her sleep - his voice screaming at her as a child, hit her when she didn't do what he wanted. She had nightmares of him braking her down over and over to try and remould her to be the most deadly assassin ever.
"Do you know this thing?" Natasha asked the blond man.
"Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He's been dead for years." Steve said.
'He's my dad.' Y/N answered in her head. 'Well, he was supposed to be but he didn't act like it.'
"First correction, I am Swiss." Zola began to talk. "Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain."
Y/N could faintly remember being told about his diagnosis, she could faintly remember her trying to hide a smile when she found out that he was going to die. However, the thought of standing in his brain was quite horrifying. She knew what went on in his head when he was alive, she certainly didn't want to know what he was thinking even though he's dead.
"How did you get here?" Steve wanted to know.
"It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. S.H.I.E.L.D recruited German scientists with strategic value." Natasha told Steve as she was looking slightly lost.
"They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own."
"HYDRA died with the Red Skull." Steve insisted.
'Trust me Steve it really didn't.'
"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place." Zola sounded so proud and stuck up when he said the words.
'That phrase still irritates me,' Y/N thought.
"Prove it." Steve said.
"Accessing archive." He began, the computer screen showed them some old footage of Johann Schmidt who was the Red Skull (someone that Y/N faintly recognised) and of the the original S.H.I.E.L.D founders. "HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, S.H.I.E.L.D was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside S.H.I.E.L.D. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed."
Y/N wanted to punch the computer. Zola was always full of monologues about how the things that HYDRA was doing was changing the world for the better. As a child Y/N tried to believe him but as she grew up and she saw what they were truly doing to Soldat, she knew that HYDRA was in the wrong. By a mile.
"That's impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you." Natasha said, sounding slightly confused.
"Accidents will happen." Zola continued. The computer screen changed to show them that HYDRA had killed Howard and Maria Stark by making it look like a car accident along with the recent death of Fury. "HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life; a zero sum."
Without missing a beat Steve suddenly smashed the computer screen in anger.
"As I was saying..."
"What's on this drive?" Steve demanded to know.
"Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm." Zola said proudly.
"What kind of algorithm? What does it do?" Y/N asked, getting closer to the computer as if it was going to help them get the answer that they wanted.
"The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it." Zola continued.
The doors behind them started to close. In a desperate attempt to save the trio, Steve tried to stop the door by throwing his shield in between them but he was too late. They were stuck.
"Steve, we got a bogey. Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops." Natasha called out.
And they were going to get blown up.
"Who fired it?" Y/N asked.
"S.H.I.E.L.D." Natasha sounded slightly horrified when she spoke.
"I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain" Zola admitted." Admit it, it's better this way. We're both of us...out of time."
Steve noticed a small opening on the ground that was covered by a metal grate. Leaning down, he threw the metal aside and just as the place began to explode he threw himself, Y/N and Natasha into the hole and protected the trio with his shield. What the fuck is going on?
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Just One Night—Chapter Six
Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader
You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.
Fluff, Dad!Seb, little smooch, smooch time (okay maybe not a little), smidge of angst.
November 26, 2020
Just as (Y/N) set two plates, each laden with two pieces of toast covered in fresh avocado and a fried egg, Sebastian appeared in the entryway to the kitchen, a tired Bucky trailing after him. Having just returned from an early morning run, his cheeks were rosy, his breath a little labored, and a sheen of sweat drenched through his long sleeve shirt.
“It is cold out there.” He shuddered, removing the hat from his head to reveal messy, wet hair before unhooking Bucky’s leash. “It’s starting to snow so you might need to leave a little earlier for work this morning.”
“Ugh.” (Y/N) groaned, glancing up from where she chopped bananas for their smoothies. Driving in the snow always made her anxious, even if she owned an SUV with four-wheel drive. Growing up in Michigan, she’d had to deal with some pretty nasty winters and had gotten stuck and slipped all over the road one too many times. Add the crazy, impatient drivers in the city and it was a recipe for disaster. “I hate driving in the snow. Everyone always forgets how to drive.”
“Hmm. That’s true.” Sebastian hummed, sliding up behind her, arms looping around her waist, and chin resting on her shoulder. He couldn’t get over how cute she looked in her navy, jogger scrubs. God, those bottoms made her ass look so good. If he ever had her as his nurse, he’s sure he’d die right then and there at the mere sight of her.
It made his stomach churn at the thought of that man and his unwanted advances, seeing her like this—seeing her at all. Ben, he’d learned his name was. She’d finally cracked and confessed after all his pleading and pestering. Okay maybe it was when he’d pinned her against the couch a few days after the incident and tickled her until she gasped it out between bouts of laughter and heaving breaths.
That’s something that had changed in the last week, they’d become extremely touchy and cuddly with one another. They both didn’t dare bring it up. Not when she slipped into the guest bed beside him more often than not or he in hers in the dead of the night. Not when they snuggled up on the couch after Theo had gone to bed, her entire body laying on top of his. Ignorance was bliss, they say. At the moment, they both couldn’t agree more—perfectly content with things being left unsaid.
“I made you breakfast.” She sighed, leaning back into his embrace as she clicked the on button and ran the blender. “And a smoothie with that protein Don recommended.”
“It looks good. Thank you.” He kissed the side of her head, reluctantly releasing her and stepping away from her natural body heat. His own body temperature was coming down from his run and he wanted nothing more than to crawl back in bed with her and spend the rest of the day there but it was thanksgiving and she had to work. “Do you have time to join me?”
(Y/N) glanced down at the Apple Watch adoring her wrist, the time reading ‘5:43’. She had to be at work at seven. “If I eat quick.” She passed him a glass of the mango banana smoothie and with her own in hand, she joined him at the island.
They ate in relative silence, feeling perfectly at ease just being in the other presence. Until she cleared her throat after finishing the last bit of her smoothie. “As much as I’m bummed that I work thanksgiving at least I don’t have to work Christmas this year and they approved those days off so we can spend the week back in Michigan.”
“See! That’s good!” Sebastian exclaimed between bites. “What time are your parents coming again? She’s going to help me with that turkey right? I definitely should not be trusted to handle the cooking alone.”
(Y/N) laughed softly, shooting him a knowing smirk. All those great talents and abilities, but cooking wasn’t one of them. Life before her, he ate out more often than not or made the same few meals over and over again. He definitely didn’t mind all her meal planning and cooking. It was something she thoroughly enjoyed and her cooking was absolutely to die for so he didn’t feel too bad in accepting when she offered.
“She’ll be here around noon I believe.” She reached for her phone double checking the back and forth texts between her and her mother from the night before. “Yes, noon. They got in pretty late from their flight last night and apparently there were some complications with getting into their hotel, something about a double booking.” She locked it, slipping the phone back into her scrub pocket. She rose from her spot taking his and her dish before he had time to protest. “But honestly she’ll probably put you in charge of watching Theo and entertaining my dad.” A giggle fell from her lips, shooting him a small glance over her shoulder from where she stood at the sink. “She gets a little controlling in the kitchen.”
“Hmm.” Sebastian grinned playfully, “Sounds like someone else I know.”
“Hey!” She hissed, leaning over the island to whack him playfully with the towel, all while suppressing a smile.
“Oh. Come on!” He laughed, hand snapping up to snag the towel from between her fingers. “Don’t even try to deny it.” He shot her a wink as made his way to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup and one for her in a travel mug. “I never said it was a bad thing.”
“Fair enough.” She shrugged, “But anyways if you guys end up not wanting to wait to eat, I understand. It’s asking a lot to make you wait to eat thanksgiving dinner until after seven-”
“We’ll wait.” He interjected, tone final. She knew not to argue with him when he used it. His mind was made up and nothing would change it. The stubborn man he was. “Your parents flew all this way to spend this day with you and Theo. It’s not your fault you have to work. We will wait for you and celebrate together.”
“Okay.” She mumbled, biting her lip, softly, “Thank you.”
Sebastian simply smiled, retrieving her special creamer from the fridge. He poured a generous amount, preparing it perfectly to her liking. He waited patiently as she zipped up her backpack after double checking it’s contents. He took the coat from her hands and helped her slip it on before handing her the warm mug and her pink lunch box.
“Theo should be up soon. Give him a kiss for me.” She spoke up, making her way towards the door. “I made you both that southwest salad that you like so much for lunch and there is some leftover chili in there too.” He smiled at that, grabbing her keys from the hook by the door. “Oh. And make sure he eats some sort of fruit. He’s been weirdly picky about that-”
“(Y/N/N). I got this, love.” He chuckled, shaking his head, “This isn’t the first time I’ve stayed with him. I do this three times a week.” He cupped her cheeks, halting her movements, and making her meet his eyes. “Are you okay? You seem tense, anxious.”
She bowed her head, shamefully, cheeks burning, “Yeah. I’m just super bummed I’m not going to be here with you guys all day and I just know the ER will be busy so there’s no chance I’ll get out early.” She signed, running her hand through her hair. “I feel bad that I’m leaving this all on you. Entertaining my parents is not your responsibility and I was looking forward to cooking dinner tonight.”
“I get that. I do.” He signed, brushing his thumb along her cheek, blue eyes filled with adoration and sincerity. “But it’ll still be good and we always have next year. And you know I don’t mind your parents. They’re like my fifth and sixth favorite people. Behind you, Theo, and my mom.”
“Who’s the fourth then?”
He grew bashful, finding sudden interest in his feet. He mumbled something, not meeting her eyes.
“What was that?” A smirk starting to stretch across her lips. She knew exactly who was fourth on the list. She just wanted to hear him say it.”
“Fine. But you better not tell him.” He groaned, head lolling back dramatically. “I swear if you do, I’ll demote you on my list.”
“Whatever you say.” She bit her lip to hide her grin.
“I knew it!” She squealed, bouncing lightly on her toes. “I swear you can’t go an entire day without talking to him. And don’t even try to deny it, I catch you face timing him all the time.” She chuckled at the blush that coated his cheeks and the small pout on his plump lips. “Should I be worried? Are you in love?”
“Knock it off.” He hissed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m seriously considering demoting you on my list. And.” He tossed his arms up, looking rather defensive “It’s not my fault he calls me most of the time just to see Theo.”
“I’m just teasing, ya dork. You got so defensive.” She giggled, “It’s cute really. I’m a true Stackie fan, so who am I to hinder that bromance.”
(Y/N) cleared her throat, bending to slip her sneakers on before straightening to zip her jacket up. “Back to the matter at hand… I really wish life would take holidays off.”
“Maybe you should write a strongly worded email.” He grinned, tucking a loose strand of her behind her ear.
She feigned a thoughtful expression, lips pursed, as she tapped her pointer finger on her chin. “Ya know, I’ve really been considering it.”
This caused him to laugh and her smile to grow. He dragged her into a hug, one hand still resting on her cheek while the other wrapped around her waist. She wound her arms around his neck, her body pushed comfortingly against his.
“Have a good day, beautiful.” He whispered, voice low and sultry, eyes shining with want—or was it need? He was desperate to kiss her. It would be so easy—just dip his head and lean forward a few inches. But now was not the time. Someday he’d get to kiss her goodbye. He’d make plenty sure of it.
“You too.” She smiled softly, bowing her head to hide the blush that painted her cheeks. “Don’t miss me too much.”
He groaned, tossing his head back dramatically, “You know I will. You can’t ask that of me.”
This earned a giggle, falling effortlessly from her pink lips. To his surprise, she lifted herself on her toes, kissing the corner of his mouth and he froze, his heart seemed to stop in his chest. She was moving away from him before he had a chance to register or process what had just happened.
But just as she flicked the lock, hand reaching for the handle, a pair of strong hands landed on her waist, spinning her around effortlessly. She gasped, hands flying to his chest as she stumbled into him.
Sebastian's chest was heaving, blue eyes searching her curious gaze. There was no reluctance or resistance, only hope in those (Y/E/C) orbs. Before he could convince himself otherwise, he closed the distance and kissed her hard.
(Y/N) didn’t hesitate, parting her lips against his while her fingers buried themselves in his tousled hair. His arms snaked around her waist, yanking her pliant body tighter against him as he lost himself in the taste of her.
His tongue skimmed across her bottom lip, begging for entrance and she let him in, parting her lips a little more and allowing his to tangle with her own in a battle of dominance. It was everything she remembered and more. He tasted the same as he had three years ago—like peppermint, coffee, and something so uniquely Sebastian. It drove her wild.
After a few more moments, he pulled away with a reluctant groan. She whined softly, chasing his lips and giving him a couple more small pecks.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He breathed out, taking in her appearance—face flushed, lips red and swollen, eyes sparkling and pupils blown wide. How was he supposed to let her out the door now? “I’m sorry. I—I couldn’t control myself. You-you kissed-”
She giggled, grasping his shirt and yanking him down for another soft, affectionate kiss. One that made his knees weak and mind fuzzy. God, she had him wrapped around her little finger. One kiss and he was done for. “It’s okay. I really wanted you to.” She admitted, a shy smile tugging at the corner of her reddened lips. “I didn’t know.” She cleared her throat, eyes turned down. “I didn’t want to make things weird or uncomfortable.”
“You wouldn’t have.” He spoke up, cupping her jaw and pecking her lips. Now that he’d done it, he didn’t want to stop. “I was worried too. But…God, I can’t get enough of you. You drive me absolutely crazy—in the best way.” He took a deep breath, “Listen, I know you have to work so we can talk about this later but I need you to know that I know it’s early and I don’t want to rush anything but—but I just need you to know that I care about you and-” He paused, biting his lip. He needed her to know. “And I want you.”
“I feel the same.” She whispered, looking up at him through under her lashes, a small bashful smile painted on permanently. “I don’t want to ruin things either but I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this all in.” She admitted, shyly. If he could be open and vulnerable with his feelings, she could too. She inhaled sharply, hands brushing down his arms, “I do have to go though.” She laughed at his pout, “Even though you just made this a billion times harder for me to walk out this door.”
He nodded solemnly before leaning down to give her one more fiery, passionate kiss. Just to see her breathless and dazed one last time. And he could tell by the glossy look in her eye as she turned away from him, he had succeeded
“I’ll be thinking about you.” He spoke up, causing her to glance over her shoulder from where she stood in the doorway. “All day. I’ll be thinking of you.”
“And I’ll be thinking of you. I’ll see you later.”
And with one last yearning gaze and radiant smile she was gone, the door shut and locked behind her. Leaving him still standing there in complete awe, eyes trained on the spot she’d been moments ago. He brought his hand to his kiss swollen lips, heart still beating violently in his chest.
He was so fucked. But in the best kinda way.
(Y/N) felt like she was floating all day. She floated in and out of patients' rooms. Floated to the break room on her lunch break. Floated to and from the nurses station when she had a moment of down time between patients.
All because of that kiss.
Her coworker and fellow nurse, Leslie had called her out on it. Not missing the dopey smile or glazed over look she wore all day. Or the way she didn’t bat an eye at Ben’s usual advances and Britney’s petty attitude.
The woman knew of her situation and all about the feelings she’d grown for the father of her child, having formed something akin to a close friendship in the weeks she’d been working there. But (Y/N) remained tight lipped. Not ready to share it just yet. If she did, then she’d have to actually think about it. Which would most likely lead to overthinking.
If she wanted this to work—to be something more with Sebastian, she had to sit back and relax. To trust the process. If it were meant to be, it would be. And if it weren’t, they could and should remain mature and civil enough to not let it affect Theo. That was something she strongly believed they would both agree on. If she let herself think about it now, her mind would be made before she had the chance to talk with Sebastian.
Luck seemed to be on her side today because when three rolled around and they realized they had an extra nurse, she was the one they decided to send home early.
In a rush to get home, she didn’t bother to let anyone know she was coming. It would be a nice surprise.
Sebastian had left her three lovely messages throughout the day that had popped up on her watch and she hasn’t had a chance to respond to yet. The first one reading; ‘I forgot to tell you to drive safely so you better have gotten there in one piece otherwise I’ll feel really bad.’ The second came in around nine thirty, ‘I really, really can’t stop thinking about you. And I really regret letting you walk out the door this morning. But I hope you’re having a good day. Because we are (:’ with a few selfies of him and Theo attached. She hasn’t had a chance to look at them but she knew they’d probably be some of her new favorite pictures and she’d most definitely save them to her camera roll. The third arrived just after one; ‘Your parents definitely love me more than you. They brought me some fancy jerky from a place called Dublin. And it is to die for!!! Can we go there and get more when we go for christmas? I may or may not have eaten it all already.’
The drive home seemed to drag on. Her excitement and eagerness to get home getting the best of her. Her parents would be there and this was no doubt the longest she’d gone without seeing them. Georgeta would be there too and even though she stopped by a few times a week, she looked forward to her finally meeting her parents. She just knew that her mom and the Romanian woman would get on like two peas in a pod.
Finally, she pulled into the parking garage across the street from her building. Tossing her car in park, she was out the door and practically sprinting across the street seconds later. Forgoing the wait for the elevator in favor of the steps, she took them two at a time, ignoring the way her backpack smacked uncomfortably against her spine and hips.
Unlocking the door as quickly as possible, she stepped into the lively apartment only to be met by an excited dog, greeting her with happy barks and a wildly, wagging tail. At Bucky’s ruckus, her father peaked out from around the corner. His entire being lit up upon his eyes falling on his daughter, “(Y/N)!” Despite his age, he moved fast, bounding down the hallway to engulf her a hug. “What are you doing here? I thought you weren’t out until seven?”
“They let me out early.” She shrugged. “Extra nurse.”
There was a flurry of movement further in the house before Theo and her mother appeared behind them. “‘Momma!” The tot screeched, alerting the rest of the household of her surprise arrival.
(Y/F/N) barely had time to move out of the way before the two year old was throwing himself into his mother’s awaiting arms. “Hi, bubs.” She beamed, scooping him up and onto her hip. “How are you?”
“Good. Miss you.” He mumbled, burying his face in her neck. He was such a momma’s boy. But she didn’t mind. Not one bit.
“I missed you too.” She pecked his cheek, before turning her attention to the others, only just noticing Sebastian and his mother weren’t among them. “Where’s Seb?”
“He went to pick up Georgeta.” (Y/M/N) spoke up, “He didn’t want her taking an Uber or the subway alone. He should be back soon.”
Usual Sebastian behavior. Always the gentleman, he was.
“Well, I hope you didn’t get too far into cooking. I have this stuffing recipe I’m dying to try.” She gave Theo one last kiss before placing him back on his little feet. “Just give me a minute to change and I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”
A quick touch up on her makeup and finger brush through her curls, she slipped into a pair of gray tights and a cream turtleneck sweater dress with a pair of matching fleece socks to warm her aching toes.
Just as she slipped her rings back on her fingers, the front door shut, followed by Theo’s loud greeting of “Daddy” and “Bunica”. With light steps she creeped down the hallway to find Sebastian and Georgeta greeting her parents with their backs to her.
Meeting her father’s eyes, she lifted a finger to her lips—a silent indication to keep quiet. Used to her playful antics, he simply averted his gaze with a subtle nod.
Steps nearly silent, a sly smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, she crept further into the room. When she found herself within arms reach, she pounced—jumping full force into Sebastian’s body. He let out a startled yelp, whipping around so fast she swore there was no way he didn’t have whiplash.
“What—what are you doing here?” He asked when his gaze landed on her, mouth opening and closing like a fish, blue eyes wide as saucers.
She giggled, giving him a little shrug, “We we’re over staffed, they let me out early.”
“That’s amazing.” He exclaimed, dragging her into his embrace. His expression remained stunned but soon broke out in a wide grin when she pecked his cheek. “You scared me. Really got me good with that one.”
“I’m sorry.” She pouted, pulling back from him. “I saw an opportunity and I couldn’t resist.”
“Ya better watch your back, (Y/L/N).” He teased, feigning a threatening look—one that looked oddly similar to the one he used to play the Winter Soldier. Though he couldn’t maintain it long, far too soft for the woman in his arms.
He almost went in for a kiss before reality kicked in, in the form of a far too excited two year old, welcoming himself into the hug, his little arms encircling both their legs.
“Hey little man.” Sebastian beamed, scooping him up, rocking him up into the air. The tot laughed loudly, scrambling to wrap his arms around his father’s neck. “Were you good for your grandpa and grandma?”
(Y/N)‘s attention was averted to Georgeta, who pulled her in for a hug and little kiss on the cheek in greeting.
The rest of the evening moved along swellingly, with all laughs, great wine, and good conversation. Everyone was so relaxed and at ease. Thoroughly happy to just be in each other’s presence.
As (Y/N) had predicted, Georgeta and (Y/M/N) had got on perfectly. The two were a force to be reckoned with in the kitchen. Allowing the younger woman to make her stuffing before shooing her out with a big glass of red and the order to entertain the men.
Not that they needed much entertaining, they were so engrossed in a conversation about the current workings of their favorite authors—estatic over their shared love for reading. She liked reading too but didn’t want to interrupt, pleased to see the budding of a good relationship between the pair. Scoring the okay with her dad was a big deal and here Sebastian was doing it so effortlessly.
And that’s how she spent her evening, watching the ones she cared most for in this world interact. She didn’t think her heart had ever felt this full or complete.
How warm and fuzzy it made her to see both their mother’s gossiping and laughing over a cooking show they both enjoyed watching or recent products they’d purchased and ended up liking. They both had so much to discuss, they hardly paid any mind to anyone else (unless Theo called for their attention), not that she minded in the slightest. She was just happy to see them getting along.
Or when Sebastian had her father laughing so hard he nearly choked on his slice of pumpkin pie. The younger man had been way too pleased over that, looking rather smug despite the blush that coated his cheeks.
Or maybe it was the way Theo seemed to have a permanent smile etched across his chubby face. All giggly, bright, and bouncing. And it stayed, until he crawled into his dad’s lap and fell asleep, his exhaustion from the day and very full belly finally catching up to him.
It ended all too soon and before she knew their parents were gathering their coats, after helping clean up and finish the dishes, with the promise to see to it that Georgeta returned home safely. Reluctant, heartfelt goodbyes, the exchanging of numbers, and the promise to see them tomorrow for a little Black Friday shopping, they ventured out into the late November chill.
Sebastian was quick to whisk Theo off to bed, with an order to pour them another glass and meet him in the living room. So after changing into a pair of sweats and one of his sweatshirts, that hung loosely off her frame, she did just that.
He returned quicker than she anticipated. Scaring her half to death when a pair of arms snaked around her waist and an opened mouth kiss was placed on the skin of her shoulder, exposed with the way the sweatshirt slid off it. She barely had time to set the wine bottle down before he was spinning her around and kissing her like his life depended on it.
And maybe it had. He made her feel like that too.
“Thank you.” He whispered against her lips, hands roaming the length of her body, touching anywhere and everywhere he could reach. He just wanted to feel her. It has been pure torture sitting next to her all night without being able to kiss, hold, or touch her in the way he’d been waiting to all day. “Today was one of the best days.”
“No.” She pulled back, running her fingers along his jaw before cupping his cheek. He stole another quick kiss. He was inconsible but so was she. “Thank you. I am so happy with how tonight turned out.”
“Me too.” He yanked her tighter against him, burying his face in the crook of her neck. She knew he just couldn’t help himself when he started leaving open mouthed kisses on the skin beneath his lips. She sighed blissfully, relaxing further into him, and letting him have at. Every skim of his lips or brush of his tongue set her entire being on fire. She never wanted him to stop but they had to talk. This couldn’t go any further before then.
“We need to talk.” She whined, biting down on her lip to mask how good he was making her feel just by his mouth on her pulse point alone.
A few more pecks to the reddened skin and he pulled away, not without a frustrated groan though. “You’re right.” He sighed, running his fingers through his tousled hair. “Come here.” He interlaced their fingers, each taking a wine glass in their free hand before guiding her towards the couch.
Snatching the wine from her hand, he set it beside his on the coffee table before pulling her down on the couch and into his lap. She snuggled right up to him, dragging a blanket over their laps.
“So.” He began, raising a dark brow at her. She appreciated how calm and relaxed he appeared, it made her own nerves settle and ease.
“I really like you.” She blurted out, tone confident and clear. He was taken aback. Quiet, closed off (Y/N), jumping straight to the point. It made pride bubble up in his chest. Usually he had to dig a little more, feel things out before he got her talking about her feelings. She didn’t like to feel vulnerable or put her heart out on the line. He understood that. He was the same in a sense, sometimes worse. “God, I feel like I’m in middle school again with that whole back and forth with your crush.” She laughed to herself, shrugging shyly, “At least you’re not hearing it through a note or one of my friends.”
“I like you. A lot.” He chuckled, resting his chin on her head as his fingers slipped up under her sweatshirt and began drawing shapes on the skin of her lower back. She leaned further into him, listening to the thump of his heart beat against her cheek. “More than like actually. Like, like-like.”
(Y/N) laughed at that, tossing her head back to pinch his cheeks and kiss his chin. “You're a dork. That’s so cheesy.”
“Hey!” He chided with a pout, “I could’ve just left you a note up on the fridge. ‘Do you like me? Check yes or no below.’ But I didn’t. Figured I’d man and stuff.”
“To which I would’ve no doubt responded with a heart drawn perfectly in the ‘yes’ box.”
Sebastian grinned, nose scrunched and pearly whites on full display, “You goof!” He kissed her then, fingers tangling in her hair, giving it a little tug to angle her face up and give him more access to those pink, pretty lips.
She was the one to pull away, forehead remaining pressed to his, dark lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks. “I don’t want to lose you.”
“You won’t.” He whispered, “We won’t mess this up. I won’t let it happen.” His nose brushed against hers affectionately. “I want to do this right. We can take it slow.” He breathed out, breath not against her skin, lips running the length of her jaw. “Let me take you out. Court you and what not.”
“Okay.” She signed, tugging on the hairs at the nape of his neck. She drew back an inch or two, (Y/E/C) orbs gazing into his. “But you have to promise me that if this doesn’t work out for whatever reason, that we remain on good terms. No matter what, we rise above it all and do what we need for Theo.”
“I promise.” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, admiring the way she leaned into his hand on her cheek, “But I’ll have you know right now, that I have never ever felt this way about anyone before. I mean it with everything in me when I say I’m in this and I’ve never been so sure about anything in my entire life.” He continued, “I won’t give up on this feeling. I won’t give up on you. You’re one of a kind and I’d hate myself for the rest of my life if I let this opportunity pass me by.”
At a loss for words, she leaned forward, slamming her lips against his. Pouring everything unspoken and untouched into the kiss. It was desperate—all teeth and tongue and grasping hands. They were both gasping for breath by the end of it. Chests heaving with pent up emotion.
“Let’s give this a shot.” She breathed out, eyes lidded, lips swollen, and hair snarled. “I couldn’t live with myself if I missed out on you either.”
“Good.” Was all he responded with before his hand wrapped around the back of her neck and he yanked her in for another taste.
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Someone wanna chat, cupcakes? I'm soo bored waiting for my lectures to start 😩
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I have a really long list on Chris Evans request which means for him are like closed - you can still requesttho they will take a while then - ? But you can request for SEBASTIAN STAN | RANSOM DRYSDALE | BUCKY BARNES | STEVE ROGERS | ARI LEVINSON | ANDY BARBER
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“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”
*reads fanfiction for 3 hours*
*daydreams about my favorite characters and actors*
*takes a nap*
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Long Time Coming - Seb Stan x Reader
request: I need fluff! How about Sebastian finally opening up to how he and actress!reader got together? Somewhere along the lines of him slowly falling for her and when he finally decides to ask her out, he finds out through a third party that reader does not date co-stars. So he shares his story of literally waiting until her last day on set to ask her out since they're technically not working together anymore but she mentions the press tour so he waits yet again to ask her on a date? I need some sweet and fluffiness. 🥺🥺🥺
a/n: sorry it's taken me so long to get this posted, doll! but i hope you enjoy it! :)
“Please welcome our guest of the night, Sebastian Stan!” Jimmy Fallon rang loud in his studio. Fans were quickly up on their feet, whistles and screams sounding off as Sebastian appeared from around the corner. Throwing his arms up and getting more of a reaction, he smiled proudly at the support he was currently being shown.
He and Jimmy clasped hands, giving each other a quick hug as Sebastian fell into the couch seat.
The crowd’s cheering and clapping began to slowly die out to which Seb continued to have a darling smile on his face.
Jimmy opened the interview up by asking general questions until one juicy topic came up that nearly all the females began to screech over.
“It’s official,” Jimmy started laughing, Seb’s eyebrows furrowing. “And we have the picture, ready to show the crowd of you guys.”
Sebastian opened his mouth, crossing his hands over the other as he stared Jimmy down.
“Jimmy, there’s no telling what you have of me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, stealing laughs from the audience. Jimmy blew the picture up on the screen and it was none other than a personal picture of you and Sebastian posed at the Met Gala. You two looked absolutely stunning.
The audience began to cheer loudly at the photograph and Sebastian’s eyes were filled with happiness, he began to clap.
“You and (Y/N) have officially confirmed the relationship. Congrats, man,” Jimmy laughed at Seb who was smiling like an utter fool.
Sebastian nodded his head. “Would you believe me if I told you it took us almost five years to finally date?” He admitted, still gawking at the picture. You two looked gorgeous together at the Met Gala this week and the crowd ate it up as soon as you posted the official pictures to your Instagram. You two had been dating for almost two years now, but Seb was right. It took you two so long to date.
“Really?” Jimmy laughed. “Please tell us.”
Seb smirked. “Well, as you all know,” He fanned his arm to the crowd. “(Y/N) was in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. We had worked together then and I thought she was beyond gorgeous.” He smirked, acting nervous, just a smidge. “But I didn’t decide to pursue her until Captain America: Civil War.”
The audience members gasped and Jimmy inched closer to Seb who started laughing.
“By the time Avengers: Infinity War was ready to be shot, It was madly in love with her. There was no doubt in my mind, she was the perfect girl. Until a third party came forward to me and say, ‘Seb… ya can’t have her.’.” Sebastian chuckled. “Turns out, (Y/N) had a policy that she would not date co-stars.”
Jimmy started to smile at him.
“How did you do it?”
Seb chuckled, scratching his chin. “I put on the charm and as soon as we finished up Endgame, I was going to ask her out… Until the press tour started.”
Sebastian kept glancing at the picture of you two, his heart quickening.
“Just as I was about to ask her to dinner, she already knew I had a crush on her. A massive one. She insisted that she still would not date a co-star until filming and press tours were finished. Jimmy, I was devastated.” Sebastian laughed.
“The girl of your dreams, practically friend-zoning you each time due to work.” Jimmy chuckled, clapping his hands together as the crowd laughed too.
Seb cleared his throat and finally continued. “Once we were done with the press tour, I was fed up. I marched right to her the day after Endgame’s press tour ended and I said…”
You were standing there, gathering your things. Endgame’s press tour had finally come to an end and you were stoked beyond measure to have the fans be introduced to the finale. As you were about to head on over to your car, you heard him.
“(Y/N, wait up!” Sebastian’s voice rang. You smirked. You were madly in love with the man but kept your promise to yourself that you would not date a co-star. You just didn’t want to be involved in a relationship with someone whom you worked with, only to have the relationship falter and crash. Especially at the height of your careers. But, you and Sebastian Stan had officially cleared your work. You two were no longer considered to be working together with the wrap-up of Endgame.
“Sebby,” You grinned, taking your sunglasses off of your face. Sebastian smiled and engulfed you in a hug to which you gladly enwrapped your arms around his large frame, inhaling the scent of his cologne. Heavenly.
You two pulled back and Seb gazed into your eyes, admiring you.
“You know what today is?” He chuckled.
You smirked, already having a strong feeling of where this was headed.
“What is it?” You played stupid.
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
“We’re not co-stars anymore…” He trailed, making you giggle. “So will you please grab dinner with me tonight? An official date?”
Laughing, you slapped Seb’s shoulder and instantly nodded.
Deciding to add a touch of cheekiness, you reached up on your toes and kissed his cheek tenderly.
“Pick me up at seven,” You winked, walking to your car. Sebastian grinned from ear to ear as he turned to watch you enter your car and drive off.
He did it. He was finally going to have the girl he was in love with since 2014.
“(Y/N) kissed my cheek and walked off. That night we grabbed dinner, spent the night together, and well,” He winked. “The rest is now history. She’s literally my best friend.”
The crowd roared and everyone smiled, clapping their hands together. Sebastian laughed.
“But she’ll most certainly tell you, I had the lost puppy dog eyes every time I looked at her. She made it a point to poke fun at me about it.” He smiled.
Jimmy chuckled. “You two are definitely Hollywood’s Hottest right now. I mean, you two looked absolutely amazing at the Met Gala the other night. You two definitely look in love.”
Sebastian nodded, most certainly agreeing.
“That’s my future wife, Jimmy. I swear by it.”
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What A Peach
Summary: You decide to try out an interesting pair of legging and inadvertently cause Bucky to lose his mind. What can he say, the man loves a good peach.
Gif by @unearthlydust
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, body worship, Bucky is an ass man (dont @ me either)
A/N: Written for @sagechanoafterdark (surprise) and beta’d by the wonderful @buckyownsmylife but all mistakes are my own.
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“I don’t know, are you sure this is going to work?” you ask, not even bothering to hide the skepticism in your voice. You’ve been watching the same series of clips for the past five minutes and you’re not convinced. “Nat, I’m sure most of these are staged anyway, plus I don’t look like half these women.”
The alluring redhead snatches her phone out of your hand with a smirk. “Have you seen the way he looks at you?” She retorts, tapping her screen with a long manicured nail. “He’s going to love it.” She stares at you, daring you to disagree with her.
You roll your eyes and go back to your cart, clicking out of it, you review the return policy again. What started off as a joke led to you studying your online shopping cart, wondering if you were really going to buy some leggings because of a TikTok trend.
Nat holds her phone in front of your face, “tell me that’s not Bucky.”
Watching the eager man on the screen, you have to admit that’s how he would act. And you like it. Picturing Bucky behaving that way has your stomach in knots from anticipation, he’s already insatiable and this would tip him over the edge. Nat sees your expression change and laughs knowingly, “remember to thank me when he blows your back out.”
Two days later.
It’s been a lazy start to the day, neither of you doing much besides showering and lounging. You’re sitting on the couch with your feet on his lap. While he’s relaxed and enjoying his day off, you’ve been anxiously awaiting your package. Discreetly tracking it for the past hour and now it’s only two stops away. Glancing over the top of your phone, you look at Bucky, chewing on your bottom lip, wondering how he manages to look so good first thing in the morning.
His blue eyes fixate on the tv, pink lips parted as he watches the Fellowship of the Ring for the second time this week. A three-day-old stubble on his angular cheeks, his hair mussed from sleep.
Since you didn’t plan on going anywhere today, you’re in his teal Henley and panties while he has on your favorite pair of gray sweatpants. His dog tags resting on his broad chest, clanking softly as he leans forward, engrossed in the movie.
One more stop. Oh, you’re excited. So close. You must have made a noise because he glances over at you, his lips turning up in a wide smile, “whatcha doing doll?” He asks.
You hide your face behind your phone, mumbling “Nothing.” Damn his enhanced hearing.
Bucky tilts his head, quirking a brow. “Nothing” he repeats, pausing the movie when you giggle. He grabs your ankle with his large hand, “tell me or else, doll.” His playful tone warning you he’s seconds away from tackling you.
Before he can pull you towards him, the doorbell chimes. “I’ll get it.” You scramble off his lap, inadvertently kicking him in the stomach, making him oof.
“Sorry,” you say over your shoulder, running to the hallway. Flinging the door open, you grab the box from the delivery person with a “thanks” and close it behind you. Tucking the brown package under your arm, you spin on your heel, heading for the bedroom.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going and what’s that?” Bucky inquires, leaning over the back of the couch, one arm dangling over the side, his amused blue eyes raking over you.
You really should have planned better, you don’t respond, trying to think of a way to get upstairs and change. If you hadn’t been wine drunk with Natasha, you would have thought to have it delivered tomorrow. He watches you shift your weight onto one foot with growing amusement and a tinge of suspicion.
“Come here, doll,” he demands, gesturing with his vibranium finger.
“Bucky, I-,” you break off, sprinting up the stairs. His huff of shocked laughter following you. “Finish your movie, Buck-,” you yell.
He spots your phone on the cushion; he chuckles to himself, thinking of how easy it would be to take a peek. Instead, Bucky settles back on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. Leaving it untouched, knowing you’ll tell him your secret, eventually.
You come back down a few minutes later and prop your feet back up on his lap. He gives you a questioning glance, but you only shrug innocently. “Alright, doll,” he says, studying you out of the corner of his eye with a low hum.
The morning drags on for hours as you try to hide your excitement. Nervous energy rolling off you in waves. Bucky continues to observe you quietly, his interest piqued, he knows something has you riled up and he can’t deny how cute you are whenever you get like this.
Around noon, after a few rounds of teasing you, trying to get to you give him a hint, he reluctantly leaves you to go work on your car after you not so subtly ask him when he’s going for the fifth time. He smiles at your giddy goodbye, almost laughing again when you practically shove him into the garage.
With Bucky out of the way, you quickly find the leggings you hid in the closet and pull them out of the clear plastic wrapping. Unsure of what color to get, you opted for the dark gray pair with the honeycomb design and high waistband.
They look a little smaller than you expected. Putting your legs in, you awkwardly hop on the carpeted floor as you struggle to pull them up. After a few near falls, you get the tight stretchy material over your hips. Smoothing your hands down your thighs, you’re surprised at how well they fit.
Holding up the back of his shirt, you marvel at how they curve around your ass, lifting and supporting you in a way that has you giving your reflection a double-take. Twisting from side to side, you can’t believe how you look from every angle. “Magic,” you mutter aloud, “Has to be magic.”
You grab a handful of his shirt, tying it into a knot in the front so that it doesn’t hang over your butt. With one last look, you give in to the urge to smack your own ass before walking down to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, you grab a few things to make lunch and place them on the counter. Your plan is to show off the goods, make him lunch, and have an afternoon quickie.
The sounds of him working travel through the closed door leading to the garage. You lean over the counter, practicing some poses you saw on the clips. Remembering one video, in particular, you arch your back and go up on your tiptoes.
Taking a deep breath, you shout, “Bucky, lunch is almost ready.”
The loud clanking stops, you hear his footsteps approach the door and you drop your gaze to the food. The door creaks open and your heart races. Moment of truth. You bite your lip, eyes scrunched shut as you wait for him.
Bucky strolls in, wiping his hands off with an old gray towel, “I’m starving-…” his voice tapers off when he sees you. Fuck, he sees you. In one of his favorite positions, normally he would prefer you to be naked, but something looks a little different.
His eyes drift down your back to your- oh. A million thoughts race through his rapidly malfunctioning brain. “God damn,” he breathes out after a full minute of gawking at you.
“What the- how, damn doll,” he groans appreciatively, his blue eyes focused on your ass, “What the fuck, you look good. Shit, you’re always sexy but what did you to that ass,”
Your face burns from his praise, and you wiggle your hips. He lets out a low whistle followed by another round of praises.
Bucky saunters over to you, whipping his phone out of his back pocket, “stay just like that,” he orders, you giggle in your hand when he takes several pictures, “damn,” he repeats with every snap. “I didn’t think you could get prettier, but damn. You know I can’t let you leave the house, right?.”
When he gets closer, he tosses his phone on the counter and slaps your ass. Hard. Moaning vulgarly when it jiggles from the force of his hand and he does it over and over until you cry out softly he knows how much you love it when he gets like this.
His head dips for a quick bite of your cheek, “I love these, doll, love your ass even more,” he points out, accentuating his words with another slap.
“Bucky” you yelp, feeling the sting ripple across your skin.
He fondles your cheeks, “Don’t ‘Bucky me’ doll, not when you’re out here looking like a goddamn snack,” he mutters squeezing you, “where did you get these and how many did you buy?”
Not waiting for your answer, he places his hands on your hips and spins you around until you’re facing him. His darkened blue eyes brimming with infatuation and yearning, “You’re beautiful, you know that?”
“I love you,” He grasps your chin, “but now you have to pay for teasing me like this.” He reaches behind you, knocking everything off the counter, the food and containers tumbling to the floor.
You cough out a shocked, “Bucky!”
“Forget the food, doll, I’m having you for lunch,” he smirks, placing his hands under your shirt, his thumbs circling your nipples until they harden under the rough pads of his fingers.
His lips slot over yours, a passionate, slow kiss, his tongue leisurely exploring your mouth until you melt into him, your hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
Deepening the kiss, he drops his hands between your thighs, pushing them apart, he tugs at the inner seams of your leggings. You jerk your head back at the sound of fabric ripping.
“Oh, no you don’t, “he mutters, capturing your mouth again before your protest can leave your lips. You quickly forget to be upset when his warm finger slides through your dripping folds, teasing your bud until you ache for more.
He pulls away, grinning smugly at your whine. He can’t wait, god you’re always sexy, but something about you wrapped up in these leggings like a damn birthday gift out of wet dream has him almost feral with need.
Bucky grips his shaft, freeing himself from his sweatpants, letting the material pool around his feet. You lean back, spreading your thighs. Your breath falters when his darkened eyes move up to your face.
“I can’t even think right now, doll,” he rasps out, his voice thick with need, hurriedly sliding his swollen head through your folds, drenching himself in your slick, “This is what you did to me,” he continues thrusting into you, quick and hard, stretching your velvety walls with each inch.
You fall to your elbows, moaning when he bottoms out, the slight burn giving way to pleasure when he rolls his hips. Bucky stares down at you, his hands gripping your thighs, he stills inside of you.
“Wait, no,” he says, pulling out of your warmth. He ignores your confused protest, pulling you down off the counter.
He spins you, bending you over the smooth surface, his large hand pushing down on your back until your chest is flat on the surface, ass in the air, your head turned to the side as you pant.
“That’s better.” He states, “much better.”
Lifting your hips, he slams back into your core, your warm, tight heat enveloping him with each rough thrust. Bucky concentrates on your ass bouncing as his pace builds. “I’m buying you one in every color,” he decides, unable to handle how good you look right now. “Every fucking color,” he declares.
“Yes, Bucky,” you sob. The way he’s fucking you right now, you would have agreed to wear the damn things on your head if he asked. Your nails bite into the skin of your palm when he grinds his hips into you.
“Fuck you’re good,” he praises, “so good.” His stomach tensing whenever you clench down over him. You feel every ridge of him when he pulls out, layers of pleasure building with every stroke. Your hands scramble over the granite surface, trying to find something to hold on to, needing to ground yourself.
“That’s it, doll,” he says over your moans, “take it.” Bucky leans over, angling deeper in your throbbing pussy, caging you under his large body as he pins your wrists down. You can’t move, the smooth counter pressing into your chest, his dog tags dangling over your back,
“Oh, oh yes” you mewl, words slurring as you lose yourself in the sensations.
“You’re only wearing these inside this house,” he swears, dark and low, in your ear. His hips snapping into yours, kissing your neck, “Only. These.” Punctuating his words with two more deep thrusts that send you arching into him.
You try to respond, but then he kicks your legs further apart, slapping your ass again. Sharp broken sobs spill out, pressure building hard and fast, when his thick digits find your clit. “You’re gonna cum for me right now,” he murmurs.
Your addled brain only hears cum for me, stars exploding behind your eyelids as the coils snap. Your spasming walls clench down, his name ending in a strangled wail, dragging him back into your body because he feels too damn good to let go.
“Good girl, there you go, that’s my girl,” Bucky kisses your back, your soft skin slick and salt-tinged on his lips, waiting for you to recover. When you release a shuddering breath, body limp and relaxed under him, he eases out of your slick cunt, trying to hold back a groan when the cool air hits his cock. Still heavy and hard.
“Now I wanna see how these leggings look when you ride me.”
You blearily glance over your shoulder and he smirks down at you, his hand wrapped around his shaft. “Kitchen floor or couch?” You know by his tone, he really means which one first because he’s going to have you on both.
You do thank Nat much, much later, when you’re finally able to form a semi-coherent sentence.
The very next day, you come home to find Bucky sitting on the couch with a pair of scissors in his hand, a large open box on the coffee table.
“Hey doll,” he utters distractedly, not looking up as you walk into the room. You freeze when you round the couch, your bag slipping from your hand. Almost a dozen of those leggings, all different colors and patterns, piled up beside him, but it’s the pair on his lap that captures your attention.
Closing your eyes, you pinch the bridge of your nose, “Bucky.”
“Hmm,” he hums in response, his tongue between his teeth as he carefully cuts out the crotch of the neon pink leggings.
“You’re not-” you huff.
“Oh, I am.” Bucky’s eyes flicker over to you with a wicked gleam, “now you can’t complain about me ripping holes in your clothes.”
Furrowing your brows, you sputter, “that’s not the point- Bucky, you can’t just-”
“Like I said now you can’t complain.” He tosses the pair on the pile next to him and reaches for another set. “Oh, and I fixed your panties too.”
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slow ‘n steady , bucky barnes
— (fem!reader x tfatws!bucky)
summary; You and Bucky have been dating for a month now, and having a discussion about his past leaves you more connected to each other.
warnings; smut, fluff, trauma, reader has a dirty mouth, oral (m receiving), cockwarming, kinda sub!bucky, body worship, porn WITH plot (sort of), bucky hasn’t had sex in a looooong time, teasing-ish, plenty of pet names, this couple is soft & goofy.
word count; 2,897
a/n; this started out as an old draft from when i first saw tfatws, then i edited it recently to get this final ooey-gooey fic. enjoy <3 - stellie
Things were about as steady with your boyfriend as steady goes.
He was a private person, kept to himself for the most part. He wasn’t vulnerable or even pouty like some guys your friends had gone out with. James was a classic man, strong and quite old-fashioned. He brought you roses on your first date, which no one had ever done for you.
You met James while volunteering at rec-center bingo. He was there with an older man, looking unamused. It made you feel bad for him, which resulted in some very teenager-like flirting, because the stunningly handsome brunette obviously got a little flustered in your bold presence. You and James went out for dinner the following Monday.
A week after your first date, he couldn’t hold it back. Maybe telling his shrink about you was a mistake, because she had raised her eyebrow at him, silently saying, “have you told her yet?”
James didn’t want to ruin everything with the most beautiful person he had ever met. Not when it had just begun.
He told you that he wanted to go camping, and you couldn’t refuse his cerulean eyes. Instead of taking you out to the wilderness, you ended up in D.C. at the Smithsonian.
“That’s me,” he said, pointing to the pictures memorializing the Howling Commandos and Captain America’s best friend, Bucky Barnes.
Then it clicked. You weren’t dating James Barnes, the humble veteran and mechanic from Brooklyn, you were dating Bucky Barnes, the war hero turned assassin... now adjusting to life as a civilian.
“It’s okay if you wanna... I get it,” James looked down at his scuffed up boots. “I wouldn’t wanna date a 106 year-old freak either.”
You had heard the stories, mostly the bad ones, about the infamous Winter Soldier. It doesn’t matter now, that wasn’t really him.
“Hey, James... Bucky,” you reached up to cup his sharp jaw in your hands. “I still like you.”
He smiled ever-so-slightly, and you liked the way ‘Bucky’ felt sliding off your tongue. He was the most precious thing in the world.
The car ride back to Brooklyn was silent. You held his hand all the way home, thinking about all the horror he must’ve gone through. Part of you wanted to ask him about it, and the other part didn’t want to poke and prod too much. James — or Bucky — always wore gloves too. New York weather could be cruel, especially when it was hot, and Bucky still opted for a jacket and gloves. Peculiar.
After Bucky had dropped you home, you practically ran to your laptop. The Winter Soldier was a ghost story of sorts, so you had never seen what he looked like. You were never interested in that sort of thing either, you tended to avoid the news.
The internet is horrible. There’s Winter Soldier wikis and everything. Some of the ‘Winter Soldiers’ aren’t even Bucky. A crazy terrorist named Zemo tried to frame your boyfriend once and Steve Rogers went apeshit, you remember that being a top dinner-table discussion when you still lived at home.
The pictures you saw of the Winter Soldier was what frightened you the most. Your smiley, shy Bucky, with a striking metal arm and a machine gun. That same arm again at a different angle, covered in blood, holding a knife. He’s always wearing a face mask that covers his pretty, petal-pink lips. His hair is long, and that’s probably why no one ever recognized him in public.
You had to ask him about this eventually. Now you knew that Bucky had been shooting his way through fights since the forties, and on top of that, was put in a goddamn freezer. Maybe you’d give it a few weeks, let it set in that he’d told you, but now you were even more curious about James Buchanan Barnes.
“Buck...” three weeks later, you were stood outside his apartment door, fidgeting with his gloved fingers in your hand.
“Are you alright, doll?” He sounded worried.
You sighed, a somber expression painting your usually sparkling eyes. “I think we should skip going to the movies tonight.”
Bucky quirked an eyebrow, curling his fingers in your grip.
“I wanna ask you some things,” you said just above a whisper. “About your past.”
He froze, the way you would imagine someone would if you asked them to recall years of trauma when they were just planning on seeing a shitty romcom with their girlfriend. Bucky reached for the doorknob of his apartment. You had only ever been inside for a few minutes at a time, but you had a feeling you’d be getting comfortable.
“We can talk about it. I’m ready.”
Gentle nudges were much better than harsh shoves when it came to Bucky. With delicate encouragement, he had talked to you about some of the things he remembered from Hydra, or at least what he could tell you without breaking down. Sometimes you were worried you might cry, like when he talked about meeting Steve again.
Bucky nestled himself further into the couch when he talked about the forties, almost like he was searching for some sort of warmth. The warmth of old music and his family, maybe. You wouldn’t push him. He discussed more recent things like the Avengers, Wakanda, and his therapist, all of which were something to smile about.
He had said his piece for now, but there was something you weren’t letting off the hook just yet. Bucky may have assumed you knew about the metal arm, marked with a red star, but he’s never showed you his arm or even his bare hands. Hell, you’ve been attached at the hip for a month and he’s only given you a peck on the lips.
Go slow, don’t overwhelm him.
“I-“ you held back the urge to just take his jacket off yourself. “Can I see your arm?”
“So you do know about it?” Bucky turned his gaze away from you.
Your eyes started to well up. What could he be so ashamed of?
“Baby, please,” you coaxed him. “It’s okay.”
The sound of your voice melted him like butter in a microwave, and he reluctantly peeled off his leather jacket and gloves. Low and behold, a very flawlessly made vibranium arm was before you.
“It was made for me, in Wakanda,” he held out his vibranium hand to you and it made a low whirring noise. “The old one is... retired.”
You giggled and held Bucky’s cold hand in your warm one. It was an inviting coldness, something that you didn’t mind feeling. It was comforting, it was Bucky.
Before you could evaluate the impact of your curiosities, you lifted the sleeve of his black t-shirt to see where Bucky’s flesh connected to his prosthetic limb.
“No, don’t do that,” Bucky nearly shrieked the words out as he grabbed your side with his flesh hand.
“Why?” You had never seen his body in a vulnerable state, it was beginning to make you crazy.
He cleared his throat. “Don’t like how it looks.”
Damn Hydra. Tortured him and then wiped him clean for years, thinking he would actually forget it. Torture leaves scars, mental and physical.
“I love how you look,” you clutched his chin between your fingers. “Such a pretty boy, always thinkin’ about you, Bucky.”
“Really?” He already looked blissed-out.
“Yeah,” you straddled his lap, feeling like a confused virgin all over again. Bucky only hugged you if he was feeling frisky, this was definitely new territory.
That’s what happens when your boyfriend has lived two lifetimes, and he was an ice-cube for half of them.
Bucky looked up at you expectantly, waiting on your next move. You dove down into the column of his neck, leaving little kisses and bites there. He’s never let you be so intimate with him.
“James,” you tried not to sound too critical. “When was the last time you... were with someone?”
He tensed up, a blush instantly heating up his neck. Poor Bucky had a hard enough time just being a civilian, being a civilian with a partner had been out of the question in recent years, until you came along and wrecked his plans.
“Nevermind, don’t answer that,” you laughed.
Bucky brought both of his contrasting hands to your face, bringing it back up to his. His oceanic eyes had clouded over with a black-ink color of lust, and his creamy cheeks were tinted pink in the dim light.
“You keep missin’, doll,” he smirked. “Kiss me.”
His lips were magnets to yours as your fingers threaded through his neatly-trimmed hair. You immersed yourself in all things Bucky, because he smells like the woods and he’s warm and you could die happy kissing him like this. You’re so glad you missed that movie and decided to listen to him talk, because now you wish to be inseparable from him. You’ll leave featherlight kisses on each and every inch of that vibranium arm just to prove how much you want to stay.
“I’m gonna take this off now,” you inched the hem of his shirt up.
Anyone would have to squint in order to notice what Bucky hated, but from the way he winced, you knew exactly why he didn’t want that shirt off.
Messy scars littered the skin where man had previously met metal arm, right at his left shoulder. There were also countless battle wounds Bucky had endured over the years scattered across his body, but you made no fuss of it. He was just your Bucky.
You kissed the marred skin of his left shoulder, disregarding how much he despises it. He deserved everything, to be praised and loved on, so that’s what you would do. Every bullet wound and scratch you could see received the tender acknowledgment of your lips.
Bucky was almost sobbing above you as you neared his abdomen. You knew in your heart that he needed this, someone to touch him in a way that felt like a promise. He had been through so much and was still impossibly giving. You held his flesh hand in yours and squeezed it, like you were telling him that you were still there. You wondered how many times you had held the vibranium hand without knowing.
“So beautiful, Bucky. All mine,” you were on your knees for him, sliding your t-shirt off. “My baby boy.”
He smiled shyly at you, face going beet-red when he sees your chest in a nicely fitting black bra. The view couldn’t get any better, really.
Bucky groans when you pop the button of his faded jeans open, like someone had just punched him in the gut. He’s sensitive and trying to hold back, but you don’t mind. You shimmy his jeans all the way down his thick, gorgeous thighs. You’d love to take those for a spin, but now’s not the time. His leaking cock is waiting for you, at least now you know that, but you’re still debating how you want to play this.
“Buck,” you massage his thighs. “Has a girl ever sucked you off?”
“No,” he answered breathlessly.
“Alright, sarge,” you snapped the elastic of his waistband. “Tell me anytime if you wanna stop.”
Bucky whined again and pleaded for you to just do something, angling his hips up so you had easy access to take his boxers clean off.
“Such a good boy for me,” you discarded the useless fabric to the side of the couch.
He watched as you leaned your head closer to his erection. He was bigger than you had anticipated, but it’s not like you were complaining. You dragged your tongue all the way up his shaft, your ears eating up his dirty moans like sweet music. You took him in your mouth, lazily sucking his length, and pulling off with a pop.
“You moan like a fuckin’ pornstar, Buck,” you stared at him with hooded eyes.
“I haven’t felt this good in... years,” his chest was heaving. “Thank you.”
“Anytime, Sergeant Barnes,” you sank your lips back down on his cock, gagging on his impressive size.
Bucky grunted and writhed around, threatening to release in your mouth any moment. Tonight was all about him, but you had other plans about where he would be finishing.
“Doll, can’t hold it,” he squeezed your hand.
You pulled off and hushed him, soothing his anxiety. His face had a look of fear etched in his features, like he was about to disappoint you. God, you wouldn’t be disappointed, you would be proud that he could let go for you.
“Don’t worry, baby, not much longer.”
With jell-o for legs, you stood up, taking your jeans and underwear off. This was all so new for you and Bucky, but it felt like you had waited a lifetime for it. You didn’t want anyone else to touch you ever again, just him.
He grinned at you, with teeth. “You’re pretty.”
Bucky’s dark hair was disheveled and sweaty, his face was flushed, and his voice was low with what could only be arousal. You’ve never stood before anyone more captivating.
“You’re handsome,” you straddled him like you had earlier. “I’m so lucky, you’re incredible.”
He really is. Your Bucky. He’d go to hell and back for you, that’s just the guy that he is.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your forehead to his. He breathed out a “yes”, and you took his cock inside of you inch by inch.
“Jesus Christ,” you gasped as he bottomed out inside you.
“It’s just Bucky,” he answered your non-question in a choked laugh. “God, you’re so tight.”
“I’m gonna beat your ass later,” you sassed.
“Finish what you started.”
You looked down to where your body joined Bucky’s. It was supposed to be sinful according to everything you had ever been told, but it felt loving and exciting. Your entire body was lighting up, and if that’s sin, you’ll take hell.
Bucky kissed you feverishly, surprising you, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. You began grinding and bouncing on his cock, his thick length hitting every electric nerve inside of you just right. He mouthed at your pulse as you convulsed around him, but you weren’t close enough to finish. You snuck a hand between your folds and started to play with your clit, but the whirring of vibranium plates stopped you in your tracks. You can teach an old dog new tricks, Bucky Barnes included. He played your clit like a fiddle until you came around his cock, clenching down on him and moaning his name.
“You’re so good, Bucky,” you nipped at his earlobe while you still came down from your high. “Gonna cum for me?”
He whined almost hysterically, his release close.
“Let go, I’m right here,” you kissed his cheek to calm him and held his hand. “You’re safe.”
Bucky growled and then you knew he had let go. You felt all warm and fuzzy inside as he filled you up, and the way he held you close made you impossibly dizzy. Everything was so Bucky.
You kissed his forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
The bed in Bucky’s bedroom has been made for awhile now. He told you that when you still thought he was a veteran that had done tours in Iraq and slept better on the floor. It was an odd quirk to you, but even with the truth now revealed, you couldn’t judge him. He said in the shower that he wanted to sleep in bed tonight, or at least try.
You both got in, the sheets soft and silky. Bucky left all the lights in the kitchen and bathroom on, but again, you weren’t saying a word about it. He looked at you all sleepily, shirtless with his dog tags on, and you hesitantly grabbed the necklace to observe it.
“It’s awfully quiet,” you ran the pads of your fingers over the letters on the tags. “Is something wrong?”
Bucky murmured something. “Wanna be close.”
You pulled on the tags to bring him closer. “I see.”
His lips connect to yours in a very sloppy manner, drool everywhere from you both laying on your sides. You revel in the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, he tastes like his spearmint toothpaste. The body wash that he used in the shower smells like dish soap, but it’s intoxicating. It’s all so soothing and sensual that you want to burst.
“Closer,” you scratch down his bicep. “Bucky...”
You’re not even wearing any underwear to hide how soaking wet you are, just one of Bucky’s old t-shirts. You’re begging for it, your hand making its way down his washboard abs and to his boxers.
“Not again tonight,” he gave you a peck on the nose.
You shook your head. “It’s not like that.”
This is what happens when you date a 106 year-old man.
“What’s it like?” He asked curiously.
It was your turn to whine. “Just wanna be full.”
Bucky kicked off his boxers under the sheets, sheathing himself inside of your warm walls.
“Would it be a bad time to say I love you?” He grazed a finger over your cheekbone.
“You’re balls-deep inside me, but I love you too.”
Bucky let out a small laugh, and nothing could be more serene, just you and your boy.
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I knew I recognized this from somewhere...🤔🤔
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A.N: For this chapter, I used the script and just edited it.
Warnings: 'Death', Swearing, Threat?
Y/N burst through the door along side Natasha, out of breath with her chest heaving. They took their places by the window beside Steve. Nick Fury was just lying there on the table while the doctors that were rushing around him were trying to save him.
"Tell me about the shooter." Natasha half demanded the man.
"He's fast and strong. Had a metal arm." Steve replied.
Y/N was stood next to Natasha with a hand on her shoulder. The trio were staring through the glass at the doctors as they rushed around to try and save Fury. It was about ten to one when Y/N got the call from Agent Hill. The sound of her phone blasting 'Crazy Train' by Ozzy Osborne had interrupted her when she was watching Top Gun and ignoring her feeling's. It was two minuets to one when both she and Natasha burst though the door and now she was trying to find out everything she could about the shooter and the situation.
While Steve was trying to describe the shooter, the trio were joined by Maria Hill.
"Ballistics?" Natasha asked Hill.
"Three slugs, completely untraceable." Hill replied.
"And we'd know." Y/N spoke up, pointing her thumb between herself and Natasha.
"...Yeah." Hill confirmed.
"He's in V-tach." one of the nurses called out, making Natasha, Y/N, Hill and Steve turn to look at what was going on through the window.
"Crash cart coming in."
"Nurse, help me with the drape."
"BP is dropping."
Y/N had watched hours of things like Scrubs and Greys Anatomy but she still had no idea what was going on. However, what she could understand was that this wasn't what the doctors wanted to happen. She had spent far too many hours in med wings and this hadn't happened before.
"Defibrillator!" One of the doctors called as the four stood looking on in shock as the monotonous beeping sound of the heartbeat machine began to drown out the voices. "I want you to charge him at one hundred."
"Don't do this to me, Nick." Y/N whispered. "Don't you fuckin' dare."
"Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear!" The doctor called out as Fury was given a shock with the defibrillator "Pulse?"
"Okay. 200, please. Stand back! Three, two, one. Clear! Give me epinephrine! Pulse?"
"Don't do this to me, Nick. Don't do this to me." Natasha said under her breath.
The four watched on as the doctors continues to try and revive Fury but the monitor beside him said otherwise. The monitor was still showing that Fury was flatlining. Out the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Steve turn away as they finally called out Fury's time of death.
"Time of death, 1:03 a.m."
Natasha and Y/N were in the room where Fury's dead body had been laid out. Neither of them could quite believe that he was gone. The pair were looking at Fury's body with tears running down theirs faces, gripping each others hand. Fury had given both of them a second chance to make things right when they joined S.H.I.E.L.D. Hill slowly joined the two of them by Fury's side.
"I need to take him." she said softly.
"Natasha." Steve started she didn't respond. instead she touched Fury's head then turned to walk out of the room, away form Steve who follows her. "Natasha!"
Y/N wasn't far behind the pair as she raced after Natasha to see what Steve had to say for himself.
"Why was Fury in your apartment?" Natasha demanded to know.
"I don't know." Steve replied.
Y/N could tell that Steve was talking bullshit, she had gotten quite good at that. Y/N caught a look at herself if the reflection of one of the windows. She looked like an absolute mess. Looking down, she could see that she had a pair of Dr. Martens on her feet with one leg of her pyjama trousers messily shoved into them and the other covering the boot. Luckily, nobody had commented on her childish shirt. She wished that she had had time to change.
"Cap, they want you back at S.H.I.E.L.D." Rumlow interrupted.
"Yeah, give me a second." Steve insisted.
"They want you now."
"You're a terrible liar." Natasha said to Steve before walking away.
Y/N stormed over to where Steve was now standing alone. Steve looked a bit like a kicked puppy but that wasn't going to stop her from having a go at the blonde haired man. The fact that she probably didn't look threatening because of what she was wearing didn't change that fact the Steve was slightly terrified of her.
"Steve I swear to fucking god if you're lying to Nat I'm going to bitch slap you to fuckin' Venus!" Y/N yelled. "I'm very good at being able to tell when some one is lying."
Y/N and Natasha walk up behind Steve who is staring at the vending machine. His thoughts were interrupted when Natasha blew a bubble with the gum in her mouth. He could see the pair in the reflection of the glass, he recognised them despite their not-so-brilliant disguises. Steve swiftly turned around (he didn't look very happy to see them) and pulled the pair into a room.
"Where is it?" he demands.
"Safe." Natasha replied confidently.
"Where did you get it?"
"Why would I tell you?"
"Fury gave it to you." Y/N pipped from behind the pair. "Why?"
Ignoring Y/N's question Steve continued to interrogate Natasha.
"I know who killed Fury." Natasha said. "Most of the intelligence community doesn't believe he exists, those who do call him the Winter Soldier. He's been credited with over two dozen assassinations over the last fifty years."
'Soldat. Natasha was talking about Soldat. Holy crap the Winter Soldier is coming for us.' A million thoughts raced through Y/N's head. But, if the Winter Soldier was coming for them she was probably the only one not in danger, from him anyway. But was she ready to see him again? Was she ready to face the fact the he might hate her?
"So he's a ghost story." Steve stated, but it seemed more like a question.
"He's not exactly a story." Y/N confirmed. "I saw him once. He didn't see me, I think. The Winter Soldier is very much real."
She was lying through her teeth but she had to protect her past. No one, especially Steve, could know. Steve would go batshit crazy if he ever knew.
"Five years ago I was escorting a nuclear engineer out of Iran, somebody shot out my tires near Odessa. We lost control, went straight over a cliff, I pulled us out, but the Winter Soldier was there. I was covering my engineer, so he shot him straight through me." Natasha pulled up her shirt to reveal her stomach. "Soviet slug, no rifling. Bye-bye bikinis."
"Yeah I bet you look terrible in them." Y/N scoffed with a smirk playing on her lips.
"But he wasn't alone." Natasha said. "There was someone else with him, she was enhanced."
'Holy shit!' Y/N yelled to herself, 'That was me. Nat's fuckin' talkin' about me!'
"She?" Steve asked.
"I couldn't get a good look at her. She was dressed head to toe in black and had a mask on her face. But I could hardly get close to her, the soldier was protecting her."
"Did you go after them?" Steve wanted to know.
"Going after him, either of them, is a dead end. I know, I tried." Natasha said holding up the flash drive. "Like you said, he's a ghost story." Steve took the drive from Natasha.
"Well, let's find out what the ghost wants."
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𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
summary: john walker is flirting with you in front of bucky and he won't take it
pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader
word count: 2k
warnings: john walker (yes, he is a warning), jealous!bucky, some angst, fluff.
english is not my mother tongue, so please forgive me if there is a grammatical error. hope you like it!
You snorted as you dropped between Bucky and Sam, your gaze on everything but the big jerk dressed as Steve sitting across from you. And by the time the vehicle started to move, you knew that you had regretted getting into it in the first place.
"You know we just saved your asses, right?" John Walker, the clown himself, questioned, shooting you an almost mocking look.
"We had everything under control." You replied dryly, finally joining your gaze with his blue one, crossing your arms over your chest. You frowned when you saw how he blatantly moved his eyes from your face to your chest and vice versa, and Bucky could see it too as he immediately tensed sitting next to you.
"And if 'having everything under control' means getting your butt kicked out, of course, you had everything under control." John joked, but seeing that none of the three invited passengers smiled at his words, he sighed. "We're on the same team, guys, c'mon. I don't know why you act like you hate us."
"We're not on the same team, man." Sam was quick to reply, as calm as ever. You found it incredible that he could maintain his composure even in such stressful situations.
"And we do hate you." Bucky added, you nodded at his words.
"My point is, we could work well on the same side." John leaned in, resting his elbows on his knees and by the time his eyes landed on you, you knew some disgusting statement was coming. "And we could use an avenger of your caliber, sweetheart." You raised an eyebrow at the nickname. "You have a hell of potential, but I can see you don't work well with these two. Maybe you're on the wrong team."
John smiled widely when he saw a smile rise on your lips as well and when you approached him, he approached as well.
"Uh, I wouldn't recommend doing that." Sam muttered under his breath seeing John's closeness to you.
"I'm going to give you two seconds to retract all the bullshit you just said if you don't want a broken nose." You said in a low tone against his ear still with that dark smile on your lips and Bucky smiled totally satisfied at Walker's expression, who looked truly terrified for a couple of seconds.
Your lover's vibranium hand rested gently on your thigh, trying to calm you down, which worked almost automatically. He knew how much the subject of the shield and Steve affected you, even as much as him.
The fake Captain America cleared his throat, straightening his body to sit well. "Look, I'm not trying to replace anyone, okay?"
"Oh, so is that why you're dressed exactly as Steve Rogers?" Sam answered wryly, raising his eyebrows at him.
"I'm not Steve Rogers, I'm Captain America."
Sam, Bucky and you laughed, the three of you looking at Walker in disbelief.
"You know that carrying that shield around doesn't make you Captain America, right?" You questioned in a cold tone.
Bucky, still with his hand on your thigh, dedicated himself to gaze intently with narrowed eyes at who, until now, had easily proven worthy of being his potential enemy. He quick noticed how John Walker's disgusting eyes traveled over your body, sometimes stopping at cuts that had ripped open your suit from the previous fight.
And God he wanted to break his therapist's rule number two so badly.
John Walker finally glanced at Sam, pointing at the super soldier with a movement of his fingers. "He always stares like that?"
"You get used to it." Sam replied calmly and proceeded to shrug. "And man, you've been flirting with his girl in front of his eyes all this time, do it a little while longer and I assure you it will be more than a stare."
"I confirm that." Bucky agreed with a darkly ironic look, giving Walker an even darker smile, almost looking like psycho.
John sighed for almost the tenth time in the hour, looking truly defeated. "If you guys joined us, this would be a lot easier for everyone." His blue eyes traveled over the hate-filled faces of the trio of passengers in front of him. "I know it's a complicated subject, but with Falcon, Diamondback, and the Winter Soldier we could― "
You quickly interrupted him in a warning tone, your eyebrows furrowing with anger. "Don't call him that."
"Easy, Walker." Sam spoke at the same time as you did, also looking a little more tense with the name brought into the conversation, gesturing with his hand and pointing at Walker with his index finger warningly.
The aforementioned blinked a few times and then dropped his shoulders, exhaling a great breath of air. His blue eyes fell back on you before he spoke. "I'm trying, sweetheart, I really am― "
"Don't call her that." Bucky snapped this time, annoyed, but John completely ignored him, continuing to look at you in a way that really disgusted you and your lover alike, even Sam got uncomfortable with it, frowning at him.
"I still think you should switch sides here, (Y/N)." You kept quiet, allowing him to keep talking. Maybe you wanted to hear him, maybe you were giving him a chance to say something that would clean up all the garbage he had been saying so far. "I mean, you are an avenger, the last one standing and a very good friend of Steve, you were his partner. The right thing to do now would be for you to be my partner, don't you think?"
You were going to answer something immediately, your trembling lips parting as you felt a strange sensation when hearing the words Steve and avenger in the same sentence, but Bucky, once again, interrupted the conversation, raising his head towards the driver with a clenched jaw. He had enough. You had enough.
"Stop the car!"
Walker rolled his eyes, watching as Bucky stood up as the car came to a stop and moved to the side of the road, his hand entwining with yours, gently pulling you to follow him, knowing full well that all you wanted was to get out of there as fast as possible, just by reading your body language. "You know what? I get it, alright?"
When the blue-eyed super-soldier was on the ground, he turned to look at you, offering his hand to help you down as well, but you turned to Walker, feeling a wave of fury shake your body. "No, you don't get it. You don't understand what this shield means to us, what Steve means to us. You never will, John."
Walker opened his mouth to reply, but you interrupted him with your eyebrows rising ironically. "Oh, I almost forgot."
What immediately came following your words was your fist impacting against his face so fast and hard that not even he saw it coming. He let out a great whine and brought his hand to his nose, feeling how the blood began to come out of the nostrils thanks to, probably, a fracture.
You didn't stop to watch the man whimper and cry down on his seat, as you hurried to get out of the vehicle taking Bucky's hand, who kept a wide smile full of pride on his lips, looking openly satisfied with the situation.
"That's my girl." He murmured against your forehead as his arms pulled you close to his body and placed a soft kiss on the crown of your head. "I'm sorry you had to listen to all that, doll."
Sam decided to stay with John and his partner for a couple of minutes, to, as his good heart requested, listen to what he had to say, perhaps waiting for an apology. While you and your lover were simply holding each other on the side of the road, already away from the car.
You kissed Bucky's clavicle before separating from him and raising your head to join your gaze with his beautiful blue eyes, which, in the contrast of daylight, shone like never before. His orbs automatically softened once they landed on you. "He's a dick, don't worry about him, love."
"But he really choose to flirt with you in front of me. How bold. Switch sides he said, right?" Bucky's hands rested on your waist, keeping you close to him, as if you were such an idiot to want to get away from the warmth and comfort that his body offered you. "You're not going to leave me, are you, doll?"
You could feel your heart squeeze inside your chest when you saw a hint of insecurity flash in the blue of his eyes. Suddenly, he looked like a little lost puppy.
"Oh, baby, no." You released with an exhale of air, as you stood on tiptoe to level a bit with his height and both of your hands were raised towards his cheeks, lowering his face to you, making him focus only on you. "I'll never leave you, James. You're all I have, all I need. Only you. Some fool with a shield won't be able to keep me away from you, Steve couldn't, and neither will this one." You gave him a short kiss, caressing his face with the greatest delicacy in the world. You raised your eyebrows before speaking again. "And hell, there is a big difference between them."
Bucky gave you a little smile, almost dazzling you at how beautiful he was when he smiled. But after a few seconds that warm smile turned sad and melancholic, just before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to his body once more, in a strong hug, full of shared emotions.
"Never leave me, baby doll." He whispered against your ear, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head.
"Never." You replied immediately, showing absolutely no doubt.
"You two finished?" Sam's voice brought you both back to reality. Bucky grunted, reluctantly pulling away his face from your neck. Your coworker was looking at you with a single raised eyebrow and when he saw how you finally separated from each other, he crossed his arms. "You know what the rule is, love birds."
"I hate you." The super soldier responded by shooting his co-worker a short, annoyed look.
Sam smirked. "No you don't."
The three of you started walking across the path back home, Bucky intertwining his flesh fingers with yours, keeping you close to him, as always.
"That punch back there was really necessary, though, (Y/N)?" The Falcon asked you, while he walked to your other side. An amused expression as he turned to you.
"It really was." You nodded your head with a big smile on your mouth, giggling shortly, making Sam laugh too with it.
But you and your best friend were surprised all of a sudden at hearing Bucky laughing next to you as well, both of you turning to look at him with raised eyebrows, totally stunned by his open display of emotion.
"My girl is the most badass of all." The super-soldier said after a few seconds of laughing softly, unable to erase the huge smile of pride plastered on his pretty face. A soft kiss was placed on your forehead, as he brought you closer to him. “My girl.”
Sam rolled his eyes at you. "No PDA in front of me, guys. You know te rule, c’mon.”
"Shut up, Sam." You declared this time with a smile, while you put Bucky's flesh arm around your shoulders to be even closer to him, passing your arm around his waist, immediately feeling his natural warmth delightfully invade you.
"I love you, doll." He murmured against the side of your head, his warm breath crashing against your skin.
"I love you too." You mumbled back, leaning your head against his chest.
"That's it, I'm flying."
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