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Stepbrother Eddie who just wanted to protect his innocent little brother and thought that no one would ever deserve his baby.
Heâd chase off Steveâs new boyfriends and return home with bloody knucklesâa result of his wrathâbecause how dare they lay their dirty hands on Steve?
Every day, when Steve came back from school, heâd check Steveâs pretty cunt to make sure the omega hadn't let some random alphas take his virginity.
If it required him to use his tongue and fingers for a thorough inspection, then no one would be the wiser. And if he knotted Steveâs cute ass once or twice every time before he fell asleep with a purring omega in his arms, then it was a little secret between him and his baby.
In the end, Eddie was the one who took Steveâs virginity because no one could protect his omega better than him.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#omega verse#omega steve harrington#alpha eddie munson#manipulative steve harrington#possessive eddie munson#every time steve got a new boyfriend eddie'd see red and become feral#steve has a huge crush on his stepbrother but he didn't realize what it really was until eddie knotted his ass for the first time#steve wanted to make sure eddie's feelings for him was real so he kept introducing eddie to his 'boyfriends'#and eddie had played right into his hands đ¤#eddie called steve 'bambi' btw#'cause steve used to be a clumsy little boy with big doe eyes and soft long legs#he still is tbh#sionewritesatmidnight
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Dating Sebastian Stan Would Include
âRequested by anon
âRequests are open btw, send in a imagine idea or a headcanon idea for Sebastian or marvel!
âA/N: *sighs dreamily* I might have gone a little overboard on this one! Feedback is appreciated!
When Sebastian first met you he couldnât help but stare at you, getting captivated by you, which resulted in him running into a glass window of the coffee shop. He got flustered when you came over and asked if he was alright. Which made him stumble over his words.
âIâm fine.â He squeaked out, his cheeks reddening, as he looked anywhere but at you.
He then stumbled off, not waiting to hear your response, bumping into people on the way out. Tbh he was a clumsy mess. Still is when he is around you.
The second time you and Seb met was when Chris took you to the set of marvel.
Youâs two started off as friends.
Chris and Anthony trying to get you and Sebastian together, and being frustrated by how oblivious you are to the feelings Seb has for you.
With a lot of encouragement from Chris & Anthony, Seb finally gets the nerve to ask you out. When you agreed to go out with him Seb canât help but smile at you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off the ground spinning you around.
Being besties with Mackie as well as Chris.
Sebastian is always a blushing nervous wreck around you.
Also can be a cocky little shit as well, and a tease.
Seb adores you so much. You are his entire world, he loves to brag/talk about you to friends and family, though some of them get annoyed by his constant rambles/fangirling about you, not that Seb cares.
Seb looks at you and gets lost in a daydream a lot, sometimes dirty daydreams.
He could stare at you all day and not get bored.
Learning to speak Romanian. Though you butcher some of the words.
Sebastian falling more in love with you when you try/speak Romanian, his eyes beaming with happiness.
If you do speak Romanian, then having a conversation in Romanian with Seb.
A lot of PDAâŚNot really in front of paparazzi though, mostly in front of your family and friends. Sometimes fans.
Seb likes to have his arm around you a lot, either on your waist or around your shoulder. Or hold your hand in public. He will kiss your cheek and forehead but never your lips in public.
He likes to hold your hand all the time.
He loves to wrap his arms around your waist, pressing soft kisses on your shoulder then your neck, or resting his chin against your shoulder. Or in the crook of your neck.
Seb is really protective of you, if anyone says a bad word about you, god help them they get the wrath of Seb, he definitely gives them that Bucky glare, he is also protective over you in public too
Being the biggest space nerds ever.
Stargazing.
Watching space documentaries/ sci-fi movies.
A lot of dates; coffee dates, pizza dates, movie dates, midnight dates, beach dates, hiking dates, Picnic dates
Dates with Seb are never boring.
Midnight strolls
Working out together.
You and him like to encourage/motivate each other when youâs are working out.
Trying not to stare at him too much while he is working out.
Vice versa Seb trying not to get distracted by you when he works at.
Trying to impress each other.
Taking a lot of selfies together + photos of each other {even without one of youâs knowing}.
He doesnât post most of them keeping them to himself.
Anthony teasing you and Seb a lot.
Anthony calling Seb whipped.
He is definitely whipped.
Seb finding it cute/hot when you are mad at him.
When he is home, youâs two mostly have lazy days.
Seb taking you to cons.
Visiting him at his panels.
Getting fan art/gifts from the fans that ship you and Seb together.
Seb taking you to his movie premiers.
Seb finding it adorable when you fangirl about Marvel.
Sending each other memes. Telling him he is a walking meme. He is a walking meme tbh.
When he had longish hair he used to steal your hair ties.
Convincing Seb to keep his hair longer for a little while.
Playing with his hair a lot.
Braiding it when it was a bit longer.
Seb playing with your hair.
Youâre his best friend, and he is your best friend.
A hell of a lot of kissing.
Forehead kisses.
Neck kisses.
Shoulder kisses.
Nose kisses.
Cheek kisses.
Thigh kisses.
Belly kisses.
Hand kisses.
Morning kisses.
Goodnight kisses.
Needy kisses.
Kissing you at random times
And a lot of making out.
Letâs just say he is obsessed with kissing you.
Your neck will be covered in a lot of hickeys, so will Sebs and the rest of your body, mostly your neck and thighs.
Seb buying matching turtle neck sweaters to cover the hickeys.
Seb believes every time you smile it makes the world a little bit brighter.
Visiting him on set.
Making out with him in his trailer.
The dudes a huge hopeless romantic.
Always being there for each other.
Loving each other no matter what.
Being there for each other when one of youâs have a bad day.
Listening to each otherâs problems.
Long skype calls while he is away filming, he mostly falls asleep in them.
Or facetiming each other, either one.
A lot of âI miss youâs.â when he is filming.
Helping him with his lines.
Seb being your #1 Fan/supporter,
Being his #1 fan/supporter.
You spend most of your time at his place and he spends most of his time at your place.
If someone comments rudely on one of your post on Instagram then he will defend you.
Seb cursing in Romanian when he is angry.
Seb biting his lip constantly when he is around you. {Since he knows it turns you on}.
Teasing you in Romanian.
Seb likes to go lingerie shopping with you.
Also likes to go shopping with you in general. He has great taste.
Matching outfits.
Supporting each other no matter what.
Plus being honest with each other and trusting each other.
Being there for each other through the ups and downs of life.
Most of the time youâs donât fight, but when youâs do its mostly small fights, though youâs two makeup and have makeup sex.
Sebastian getting jealous of your celeb crushes
âYeah, well he/she canât fuck you and love you like I can.â He grumbled.
Saving water and showering together, though youâs are probably wasting it since youâs have a lot of sex in the shower.
You love to run your hands through his hair.
Youâs two donât hide the fact that youâs your dating from public but youâs are private about it.
Though that doesnât stop him from gushing about you in interviews. However, if itâs his friends or family then he will talk their ear off about you.
Cooking together, though itâs mostly make out sessions leading to the food to get burnt and you and Seb have to end up ordering take out.
Youâd suggest going to cooking classes, but then you and him probably end up making out and get kicked out of the class.
He loves to cuddle you, he is such a snuggle bug, whether itâs spooning or you cuddling into his chest or his side. He loves cuddling you.
Morning cuddles.
Bear hugs.
Hugs from behind.
He also likes being the little spoon as well. The feeling of your arms wrapped around him makes him feel secure.
Seb is so handsy. Not that you are complaining.
Netflix and chill.
No, really youâs do watch Netflix and chill as well.
A lot of movie marathons.
Dancing. Well, dorky dancing.
A lot of pet names for each other.
Calling him either, Seb, Sebby, baby, babe, sexy, hot stuff, darling, honey, mon Cheri, daddy, babykins, cutie pie, babycakes, bae, beautiful, big boy, my love, cupcake, cutie, dreamboat, goofball, dork, gorgeous, handsome, honey bun, honey bunny, hot stuff, hottie, hun, love, love bug, love muffin, lover, loverboy, my drug, pumpkin, snuggle bug, snuggle butt, snuggle muffin, sugar, sweet stuff, sweet thing/thang, sweetie, sweettums, sweetie pie, tiger.
Seb calling you baby girl. Baby doll, doll, {your nickname}, sweetheart, adorable, babykins, beautiful, buttercup, cutie pie, cutie, darling, gorgeous, honey, hon, hottie, kitten, love, muffin, my queen, my love, peach, princess, sugar, sunshine, sugar pie, sweet pea, sweettums, sweetie, toots. Â
He definitely says some of those pet names in Romanian too.
Whenever he speaks Romanian it turns you on.
If you have an accent then that definitely turns Seb on.
You even beg him to sit and watch his movies with you.
Accidentally calling him âBucky.â only to get this response âWho the hell is Bucky?â
Seb always either smacks your ass or grabs it, either one, actually he does both.
Telling each other really corny jokes.
Always making each other laugh.
Buying you flowers/roses for no reason
âWhat are these for?â you asked Seb, smelling the roses.
âCause I love you.â Seb answered, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss on your neck.
Comforting him when he is feeling sad.
Vice versa, Seb comforting you when you are down.
Begging him to tell you endgame spoilers.
âNo, Iâm not telling you, watch the movie.â He grumbled, getting out of your grasp.
âNo, please tell me I donât want to walk into endgame unprepared, I need tissues if my baby Steve is going to die? Or if Tony or Thor is going to die, I canât be unprepared if my favourite dies.â You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes.
âWhat about Bucky? I thought my character was your favourite.â Seb whined, pouting at you.
âBuckyâs dead though, oh my gosh, I hope Carol kicks Thanos purple ass, Oh does Bucky at least come back, maybe he can be the new captain America if Steve dies or Sam.â You ranted, Seb rolled his eyes letting out a sigh, before turning around and walking away from you.
âDonât walk away from me, tell me spoilers god damn it.â You shouted...
He is so needy. Might be a little clingy but so are you.
Seb likes to buy you gifts and spoil you.
Also, pamper you as well.
He loves you so god damn much and you love him so much. Youâs two love each other a lot.
He is such a romantic.
You are his whole damn world.
Domestic Seb, got to love Domestic! Seb.
Grocery shopping.
Brushing your teeth together, because he hogs the mirror.
Seb making you breakfast in bed.
Adopting a dog together.
Live streaming.
A lot of âI love youâs.â
Straddling his waist either to cuddle or make out.
Moving in with him.
Piggyback rides.
Deep conversations.
Taking bubble baths together.
Falling asleep on his chest.
Seb tracing your spine with his fingers.
Road trips.
Helping each other when youâs are stressed.
Roasting each other.
Being proud of each other.
Roasting Tom Holland with him and Mackie, (poor Tom)
Texting each other a lot while he is away filming.
Giving each other massages.
Talking about the future, like getting married and having kids. He daydreams about having kids with you a lot.
Being couple goals.
âOne day we will be marriage goals.â Seb cooed, smiling at you.
âAre you trying to hint to me youâre going to propose to me?â you asked, looking up from your phone to look at him.
âMaybe.â He answered, biting his lower lip as he stared at you.
Going on vacations when Seb is off of work.
Sending you flowers/gifts while he is filming.
Getting drunk together.
Carpooling.
A lot of eye fucking. {Did I write that already probably did anyways more eye fucking.}
Tickle fights.
Fans adoring you.
His beard, you are obsessed with it, youâre always stroking it.
Hiding his razor so he doesnât shave it.
Having fights on how to pronounce memes
Going to charity/galas with him. And red carpet events.
Telling each other how much you love one another.
Spilling tea to each other.
Seb wakes up before you do, he likes to admire you for a little while, before waking you up by kissing you/ your body.
Adoring every inch of your body and your flaws.
Same goes for you, adoring every inch of his body and his flaws. Not that you think he has any flaws.
He cherishes you in general.
Meeting each otherâs friends.
Meeting each otherâs families.
His mom absolutely loving/adoring you.
His mom teaching you how to cook Romanian recipes
Your family adoring/loving Seb.
Your mom even shows him baby pictures of you.
âAw, I hope our babies look like you when we have one because you are just so damn cute.â Seb cooed, beaming at you.
Listening to each other about how your days went, what youâs did and so on.
Wearing his jumpers/ shirts. He loves it when you wear his clothes.
Being each otherâs backgrounds/or/lock screens on each otherâs phones.
Helping him navigate social media.
Seb gets jealous easily.
Seb getting jealous of your girl crush on Brie Larson. {Unless you donât have a crush on Brie Larson then just ignore this.}
Taking videos of each other doing weird stuff and cute stuff.
Taking naps together.
Getting lost in those blue eyes, and not listening to what he is talking about. Damn those blue eyes.
Jogging together.
Seb getting insecure when you talk to guys younger than him.
Seb smirking when he gets you flustered. Also hot and bothered.
Sex with Sebastian is never vanilla.
A lot of hair pulling when youâs two are having sex, from the both of youâs.
A lot of oral.
Pretty much having sex every hour (if possible) youâs two kiss a lot and have sex a lot.
Seb speaking Romanian when you and him have sex. {Most of its dirty talk.}
He definitely loves to grope your boobs a lot.
He has a huge daddy kink.
And a praise kink
Lazy morning sex.
Shower sex.
Passionate sex.
Rough sex.
Jealous sex.
Making love to you.
Lots of quickies.
Lots and lots of hickeys.
And thigh burns.
A LOT OF DIRTY TALK, he will even say it in Romanian to which brings you close to your orgasm.
Orgasm denial, from the both of youâs
Orgasm delay.
Light bondage.
He is a Dom but he can be a sub as well.
His favourite positions are doggy style, missionary, the lotus position, cowgirl,
Youâs two have sex nearly in every room and anywhere.
Seb is the king of aftercare.
Letâs just say youâs two have a lot of sex and a lot of make-out sessions.
If you are an actress or newly actress then Seb will support you, watching your movies, or TV appearance, helping you with lines, going to charity events, red carpet events, and movie premiers with you.
Seb prob feeds you food.
Seb is a gentleman though he is a dork and he a freak in bed.
The both of youâs are such big dorks.
Watching sunsets and sunrises together, mainly sunsets.
#sebastian stan#sebastian x reader#sebastian stan x reader#sebastian stan headcanons#sebastian stan headcanon#sebastian stan smut#mcu#mcu x reader#marvel x reader#marvel headcanons
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barba Ă papa
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: The sky behind him is sherbert orange, melted dreamsicle, and the tang of lemon as the sun glides lazily beneath the horizon of Brooklyn. Blue moon, soft and overarching, begins to bloom in the sky as you keep kissing him on your front step.
Snapshots of your life growing up alongside Bucky Barnes in the 1930s and 40s.
Warnings: Light violence (like a fist fight), light smut towards the end, angst.
If you are under 18 you should not be reading this!
A/N: hello everyone!! this is for @cametobuyplums 2k writing challenge!! congrats!! i adore your writing!! and for this, my prompt was ââbarba Ă papaâ which means cotton candy in French! i believe iâm put down on her post as my main blog @maria-beee but i post all my fics to this side blog! i had a lot of fun with this even though it became a little angstier than intended! please let me know what you think! thanks for reading :)
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Youâre five when you tear your favorite, cotton candy pink dress on your walk home from school, skidding your knees until dark blood blooms on the edges of the pink fabric like flowers opening against a rosy sky. You start crying, big, hiccuping tears because you know your mama will be real angry about the tear. Your knees hurt, too, and there are pebbles in the palms of your small hands. But it's your favorite dress and you know you probably wonât get another.Â
Buckyâs there, though, the neighbor boy who's two years older than you and walks you to and from the schoolhouse with his friend, Stevie. Heâs only seven, but heâs got three younger sisters so he knows exactly how to ease you back up onto your wobbling feet. âYouâre okay!â He quickly starts to say, âItâs okay, itâs just a scratch!â And he tries to smooth out your dress, brush off your little palms. Small, clumsy hands push your hair away from your tear-damp cheeks, the way he sees his own mom do with his baby sisters when they take a fall. Your nose is running, making it hard to breathe.
âItâs my favorite dress,â You cry, taking shuddering breaths as your little fists latch onto the sleeves of his patched-up shirt. âMy mamaâs gonna be so mad,â You gasp, more worried about her than the blood that races down your shins in crimson ribbons.Â
âStevie, you got something I can wipe her knees with?â Bucky asks over his shoulder before he turns back to you and he tries to wipe your tears again, little fingers rough and stumbling but you donât care. âIâm sure your mama can fix it. Or mine or Stevieâs could, too.â He tries to comfort you as Steve rummages through his little, blue backpack.Â
He pulls out a crumpled napkin and hands it over to Bucky, who quickly, messily tries to wipe away the blood. Fix the damage done. You sniffle at him, cheeks blotchy and pink.Â
âCâmon,â Bucky says, taking your little hand in his, âWeâll get you home.âÂ
And he takes you home, trying to cheer you up the entire way until you laugh through tears.Â
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Youâre nine when you and Steve pick a fight with a twelve year old boy thatâs been picking on some of the younger kids on the schoolyard. It ainât right, you and Steve agree, just before following him right into trouble. But it doesnât last long because the boy catches Steve in a hit to his jaw that sends his small, frail body to the ground in a heap.Â
Your mouth pops open, worry tracing your features before anger flickers through you, bright and quick, for this bully. You watch Steve take in a few ragged, rattling breaths and you move towards him, but donât get far.Â
You get shoved by the older boy, right onto the hard cement before his greedy, chubby fingers yank the cotton candy, softly pink ribbon right from your hair just to be mean. You yelp, clawing at his hand as itâs swiped away.Â
Itâs Bucky that steals it back, growing a little lanky at eleven, but lighter on his feet than this bully. He scarcely dodges a sloppy punch from the other boy before taking his own shot, knuckles splitting across the bullyâs mouth.Â
And the bully starts crying and screaming real loud, all blubbering and wailing when he touches his fingers to his lips and they come way with blood. He runs to tell a teacher.Â
âJeeze, what the hell did you two get yourself into?âÂ
Heâs been saying hell and damn lately to sound grown up but you got scolded by your ma when you tried it. She said it was no way for young ladies to speak.Â
Bucky hoists you up, looking over you, making sure youâre okay. He pushes your hair from your face, sees no injury before crouching beside Steve.Â
âYou okay, pal?â Bucky asks and you drop to your knees beside him, gravel biting into the soft skin there.
âStevie?â You ask, laying a hand on his back.Â
Steve turns his face to the both of you, shows you the fat, bloody lip thatâs begun to run red down his chin. He smiles all shaky and crooked, âNever been better, Buck.âÂ
âOh Christ, Steve.â Bucky swears again and shifts to try and help him up. You stand, sliding one of Steveâs thin arms around your shoulders to help lift him. Bucky supports his other side; Steve looks dazed and wobbly, like a newborn lamb taking shaky steps.
You pick your head up, blowing hair from your eyes just as you see a teacher marching out to the three of you, looking sour and angry. You gulp. Oh, youâre in real trouble now.Â
Which is how the three of you end up in the principalâs office, knees knocking against each other as you sit and wait. Steveâs got an ice pack to his mouth but thereâs blood on his blue shirt.Â
You know youâll all at least get detentions for this. Maybe worse. Bucky will probably get the worst punishment, despite deserving it the least. Guilt gnaws at you, settles into the pit of your stomach alongside the worry you feel for when your mama finds out what youâve done.Â
But Bucky nudges you with an elbow and you glance over at him, watch as he uncurls his fist to reveal your ribbon, rumpled and delicate looking in his hand. Youâd almost forgotten about it and you canât help the soft smile that touches your lips, wobbly because you think Buckyâs a little too good after all the trouble youâve caused him now.Â
Gently, you slide it from his hand and into yours, your fingers brushing his palm. âThank you, Bucky,â You murmur, looking at him with wide, sweet eyes.Â
Bucky smiles back, boyish and crooked and young. ââCourse,â He says back, as if heâd do anything for you.Â
Looking at him, you think he just might.Â
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Youâre twelve and being forced to grow up too quickly, caught somewhere between being a young woman and clinging to girlhood. Everyone is treating you differently, looking at you differently, too. Steve doesnât. But heâs been getting sick lately, bedridden and fragile looking, swearing to you that heâs alright.Â
You know he isnât, but you tell him of course you are, anyways.Â
Bucky doesnât treat you much differently, but there is a strange shift.
You clamber out onto his fire escape with him as the evening dips into night, the last rays of the sun falling over all of Brooklyn in gentle gold and dainty, cotton-candy pink and blue, all swirling into the lullaby violet of an oncoming night sky. The city doesnât sleep, the world below you full of life; people shouting, distant jazz music that slides through the streets, kids playing in the alley below as they try to drink up the last of the day, and the tired, working people who drag their feet home with crooked arches in their backs.Â
The wind lifts your hair from your shoulders, tickles your collar bones.Â
Bucky pulls out a cigarette- all the boys his age are smoking them- lights it with a little spark and takes a slow drag.Â
Heâs got too much weighing on his shoulders, the small Atlas that he is. Three sisters to worry about, a single mother, trying to nurse Steve back to health, and you know itâs hard times because the adults always say it. You know he worries and fusses. But heâs just a boy still, not quite a man to you, yet.Â
He likes to be quiet with you sometimes, his shoulder brushing yours as the sun falls over him, eyes alight and soft and contemplative.Â
But tonight, he says, pulling the cigarette from his lips, âYou know, my ma thinks weâre gonna get married. Mrs. Rogers does,too.âÂ
This isnât new to you; your own parents tease you about Bucky. They have since you were small, always attached to him, clinging to the sleeves of his shirt. But for some reason, this time it makes you flush. Thereâs a shift in the way he looks at you, a little softer, differently. Something inside of you unfurls slow and tentatively. You canât name it but it makes you warm and vulnerable.Â
âYeah,â You exhale, âMy parents think so, too.âÂ
He doesnât quite respond; thereâs no more whines of ew, no way! Girls are gross! Boys have cooties! That used to cloud your childhood. Now itâs just you and him and the words that settle between you like a chaperoning third.Â
When he doesnât respond at all, you reach over and pluck the cigarette from his fingers. His eyebrow quirks upward, âWhat are you--â
And you try and take a drag, just the way he always does. But youâre not expecting the way it burns and unfurls down your throat. You choke, sputter, then begin coughing as if youâre trying to get rid of your own lung.Â
Bucky laughs, taking the cigarette back and you try and hit his shoulder but your eyes are watering, still coughing. You have no idea how he can smoke that--
But he puts his hand, growing and soft, on your back, rubbing in gentle circles until you can settle down. He teases you about it until the candy colored sky gives way to the blue of the night, until all thatâs heard on the streets is the slow, faint crooning of jazz and the occasional car petering past on the streets below.Â
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Youâre fifteen and wide-eyed about the growing world ahead of you, curious and a little too innocent. You havenât quite grown into yourself yet, awkward and fussing about things you never used to.Â
Bucky and Steve have started to call you doll and dame and baby. They get all protective when other boys look at you now. Steveâs started fights over it, gotten black eyes and broken noses because he guards you a little too closely. Buckyâs started to bring girls around; you take to them well enough. You like to tell them embarrassing stories from when Bucky was young, they laugh and indulge you. One did your makeup once.Â
You know theyâre kind of his girlfriends because Stevie tells you. Or complains to you about it.Â
But you still find yourself asking Bucky one night, both of you sitting too close on his old fire escape, âHave you ever kissed anyone, Bucky?âÂ
And he barks out a slight, surprised laugh. Your cheeks turn pink. He answers, âYeah, sweetheart, Iâve kissed someone before.â And he cocks his head, looking a little older, nearly a man, as he studies you a moment. And then he asks, âHave you?âÂ
You shake your head, quick, âNo!â And your cheeks warm further, burning up. You become sheepish, âShould I have?âÂ
Bucky bites his lip to keep from smiling at how flustered youâve gotten, but he shrugs lightly. âIf you want to, I guess.âÂ
âHas Stevie?â You press, tentative but too curious.Â
Bucky eyes you again, but he nods, âYeah, Stevie has, too.â
âAs many as you?âÂ
He laughs again, full and warm and curling around you in a way that makes your heart stutters.Â
âNo,â He shakes his head, âNot as many as me.âÂ
He looks at you then, blue eyes glittering, one corner of his lips hitched up into the smile youâre so familiar with. He looks handsome, you realize, and you suddenly understand why the other girls coo and gush over him. You think about the girls he brings around, the way he holds their hands or puts his arm around their shoulders. Youâre sure he kisses them and you--
You want him to treat you that way, too.Â
And before you can think, you ask, âWould you kiss me?âÂ
His brows shoot up, lips parting slightly, âI--â He shakes his head, âNo, I canât.â He tells you and your heart drops into the pit of your stomach, your eyes suddenly swimming, heat welling up uncomfortably to prickle at your ears and neck. Why would you ask that? You mourn, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your blouse.Â
Have you ruined everything?Â
âSorry,â You mutter, move to stand in a jerky, sharp movement. You want to leave, you want to leave and bury your face in your pillow and scream and cry and never see his face again.Â
But Bucky snags your small wrist, catches you quick, âHey,â He hushes, âSlow down.â And he tugs at you, until you give way and sink down onto your knees in front of him. Youâre almost in his lap, too close, and you can feel him looking at you. But youâve averted your eyes, turned your face from him and the delicate rays of sun. Youâve never felt so strange being so near to him until now.Â
âItâs okay, I donât want to talk about it anymore. I was being stupid--âÂ
âYouâre too young, is all.âÂ
Your eyes snap back to his, brows furrowing, âIâm only two years younger than you.â You protest. Â
âI know,â He says, calmer than you feel, his hand, grown so big, still wrapped around your wrist. Your pulse flutters, hummingbird wings beating beneath the rough skin of his palm. But he shakes his head again slightly, âBut youâre still-- youâre little to me.âÂ
You swallow, look away from him again, unable to face him this near. You feel young, you realize, inexperienced and unsure with a boy two years older than you. You feel mold-able and thin, cotton-candy heart and sugar-crushed feelings that are too easy to bend and shape and melt. The eagerness to impress him is caught in your chest and itâs always been there but now itâs different. Changed. Like you, like him. Sticky sweet with a touch of desire. Longing.Â
He takes your chin between his fingers with his free hand, urges you to look at him. âItâs not you.â He promises, soft and reverent. You believe him. And he gives you a slight smile now, tipping your chin up, âJust grow a little and then Iâll kiss you, if itâs still what you want.â Â
And he lets you go, lets you grow up untouched and seeking.Â
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True to his word, Bucky kisses you on the eve of your twenty-second birthday in the soft dark of your living room once everyone has left.Â
He swears you taste like pink vanilla, cotton candy girl, the sweet warmth of your lips as he lays you out on the couch beneath him. You tremble soft and cling to him, small hands latching onto his patched up shirt, and heâs delicate and undeserving.Â
It doesnât feel like a sin when he moves down the line of your body, lips gentle and warm. He parts your legs, kisses soft against the skin of your hips, his hands now large and rough cradle your thighs. He settles between your legs as if he belongs there.Â
You gasp, squirm, bury your fingers in his dark hair to try and ground yourself. You open for him, timid and with fluttering lashes as the warmth of his mouth touches your center.Â
You jolt at the heat and a broken cry falls from your lips, hips arching and he tightens his hold on you, hushing you soft. âRelax,â He coos, rubbing his cheek against the sensitive, soft part of your inner thigh. His eyes find yours in the darkness, lower his lips down to where you need him most and you exhale shakily.
He takes you apart slowly, as if you have eternity to lay with your body bared to him and the sweet darkness. And after youâve fallen apart for him, reached a peak and tumbled over with a delicate cry, heâd crawled back up your body and greedily, eagerly, youâd kissed and twined around him. Tasted yourself on his lips, foreign and strange but warming you from the inside out.Â
You squirm, try to push your hips up into his, desperate for something youâve never experienced. But he tells you, low and soft against your cheek, âSlow down, sugar.â And stills your hips with a broad palm.Â
He kisses you leisurely, soothes you until all he does is hold you, determined to keep you by his heart, to take his time with you. There is a lot that Bucky has rushed, but you are not one he wants to add to that list. He isnât quite sure heâs man enough, yet, isnât sure he deserves you but all he does know is that he feels like he's holding the world with you in his arms. As if the sun rose and fell inside of him when he holds you.Â
Fearful of losing you, of losing whatever it is that glimmers and burns between you two, that night is not mentioned again. Â
You continue as friends, scared to push at each other, to drastically change all that you have and know.Â
Regardless, nights like those happen again, few and far between, you both regard them as sacred and secret. Keep them bottled to your chest, precious and soft in their memories even as time goes on.
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Bucky is twenty-six and you are twenty-four when he receives the fateful, damning letter that requests his life for his country.Â
âIâm cominâ with you.â Steve declares and your heart has dropped like a stone, down, heavy and hard into the pit of your stomach.Â
âCâmon Stevie, you canât leave me, too.â You try to joke but it comes out flat and wobbly.Â
Steve swallows, looks away, some of that fury in his blue eyes dim.
Bucky looks older, you realize, like a man who's lived a life with a little too much weight on his shoulders, the Atlas that he is. He is quiet, holding the letter that wavers in his hand, paper soft and thin, like the wispy, cotton candy clouds outside his window. Morning pushes forward. Time pushes forward. The world keeps turning even if you feel yours has stopped.
He has two weeks until he gets his orders. Once youâd felt youâd have a lifetime with Bucky now becomes two weeks.
He promises you the best summer for what he has left; just like when you were kids.
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On a sticky hot, hazy sort of day Bucky demands you and Steve go to Coney Island with him. Thereâs little youâll deny him, and though Steve protests about it, he still tags along anyways.Â
Steve throws up on the Cyclone not long into the day, though, face woozy and Bucky laughs when he shouldnât as you both try and hold him up afterwards. You get him water and coo over him, playfully scolding Bucky who canât get a sincere apology out without laughing like a schoolboy.Â
âYouâre a jerk, Buck.â Steve whines pitifully, cheeks flushed as he dry heaves into a small bag youâd found him after the ride. You rub his back, brush his blond hair from his face.Â
Bucky looks at you over Steveâs shoulder, and you add, âHeâs right.â But thereâs a slight twist to your lips.Â
âIâm sorry, pal, how was I supposed to know youâd hurl on it?â Bucky asks but heâs still smiling and Steveâs not really mad. You feel like a kid again, stuck to your two best friends, except Bucky looks at you differently now.Â
After Steve has kept cool water down, you continue walking around, letting the sun fall onto your skin, warming you from the outside in. Buckyâs been dropping his arm over your shoulders, sliding his hand to the small of your back as you walk, ducking his head by your ear the way he does on the nights neither of you talk about.Â
You donât care, even if you should; Steveâs looking at you two a little strangely, perhaps wondering when your relationship shifted. And in truth, its happened so gradually and so simply that you arenât quite sure, either.Â
Bucky buys you cotton candy, the soft sugar that melts the moment it hits your tongue. Itâs sticky and sweet around your lips, especially later, when Steveâs gone home and Bucky walks you home, kisses you goodnight on your doorstep.Â
He cradles your cheek, tongue gliding along your bottom lip, tasting sweetness and candy. The sky behind him is sherbert orange, melted dreamsicle, and the tang of lemon as the sun glides lazily beneath the horizon of Brooklyn. Blue moon, soft and overarching, begins to bloom in the sky as you keep kissing him on your front step. You want to go fast and hard, desperate and needy but he forces you slow with his lips, the gentle demand making you syrupy and gooey beneath his palms.Â
When he breaks away, he kisses your cheek, innocent and boyish before pulling away from you. You want to invite him in, but he steps away, respectful and gentlemanly.Â
Some nights you wished he treated you like he treats other girls, kissing them hard, quick, messy. But not you, never you.Â
âGoodnight, doll.â He says with a smile that makes your heart ache.Â
âGoodnight, Bucky.â You say, a little breathless, watch as he walks away, whistling a gentle tune to himself with the last rays of light bathing him in gold.Â
It sounds familiar, like the jazz that slipped through the city streets when you were young and tucked away on his fire escape.Â
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The last night that Bucky is in Brooklyn, he goes out with Steve, tries to wrangle him on a date for the final time. Itâs bittersweet as he tries to pretend this is only one more normal day in his life. He promises to see you after, so you doze on the couch, in and out of a too-light sleep. All you can think about is seeing Bucky off tomorrow. Â
You donât hear him enter, only his hand on your shoulder, urging you awake, âWake up, doll, itâs me.â And you blink up at him. Heâs in his uniform still, hat crooked atop his head and you take him in. The man heâs become from the boy you once knew.Â
You sit up, âYou and Steve have fun?â You ask, rubbing at your eyes.Â
âStevie took off early. I danced a little, but I wanted to see you.â He says, brushing your hair from your face, tender and soft.Â
You only have a moment to lean into his touch before he straightens up, moves to the record player in the connected kitchen. You hear him rustle around, find the right track before honey-slow jazz seeps out and fills your apartment.Â
âI still want to dance. Will you dance with me, sweetheart?â He asks, taking his hat off and tossing it onto a kitchen counter. Thereâs little you deny him, so you find yourself stepping into his arms.Â
There is no coyness tonight, you press yourself up against him, fit your body to his as he holds you tight and sways. Your apartment is dim and small, pressing you closer together, as if you could be the only two in the world left. You lay your head to his chest, commit his heartbeat to memory.Â
One song dips into another, youâre still holding onto each other. Too tight, maybe, trying to keep out tomorrow and hold fiercely onto today.Â
You lift your head to look up at him, to study his face but the moment you do, he leans down to press his lips to yours. Itâs gentle at first but something inside him pulls taut before breaking because between one moment and the next, youâre being lifted onto the kitchen counter and his lips have become more demanding.Â
You canât help the gasp, canât help the way you arch and squirm against him, desperate for him. How long have you been this desperate for him? Your hands disappear into his hair, tug and pull as if you could somehow get him closer.Â
âRemember how everyone always said weâd get married?â He asks against your mouth, warm and voice rough. His eyes are half-lidded, almost sleepy but burning, jaded blue.Â
Your heart nearly stops.
âYeah,â You say cautiously, eyeing him, âWhat are you getting at, Bucky?âÂ
His lips drop to your neck, they seal over a tender spot below your ear, make your back arch into him. You hook a calf over his waist, pull his hips snug to yours. He almost whines against your neck, ruts into you like a teenager, half-wild and tenderly desperate.Â
âJust that I wanna marry you, sweetheart.â He breathes and your heart does stop this time. You almost push him away, ask if heâs being serious, if heâs lost his mind but you canât bring yourself to.Â
âAre you proposing?â You ask, pulling away so you can look at his face. His nose runs along the plain of your cheek.Â
âNot officially,â He murmurs, âBut I--â He pauses, presses a kiss to your heated cheeks, âWould you wait for me, doll? If I asked you to?âÂ
You exhale shaky, your fingers curling into his hair, into his uniform jacket. Would you? You bite your lip, watch his eyes trace the movement with contained heat. It burns you, makes you squirm. Would you?Â
âYes,â You breathe before you can stop yourself but the answer is from somewhere deep and honest and base inside of you. It bubbles out before you can stop it. Has there ever been anyone else but him? Did you ever have any doubt? âYes, Bucky, Iâd wait for you if you asked.â You tell him softly, searching his face, eyes seeking and burning.Â
âThen thatâs what Iâm asking, honey,â He rumbles, voice low, full of promise just before he kisses you on your open mouth.Â
And thereâs no preamble tonight, no soothing and slowing you, thereâs nothing but the heavy reminder that tonight is your last night with him in a long, long time and the choiceless hope in what heâs just asked of you.Â
He gets your blouse half undone, letâs your breast spill from the tops of your cotton candy pink brassiere, which he takes one look at and groans into the hollow of your throat, as if you ruin him, as if youâve wrecked him.Â
But then heâs gotten your skirt off, left it forgotten and misplaced on your kitchen floor. He pushes your panties to the side then, pulling you forward and easing into you as his lips move against yours. He burns and stretches sweet and perfectly--
It isnât your first time but it feels a little like the last.Â
You mewl, kitten soft and broken, clinging to his broad shoulders. He holds you as if youâre precious, rolls his hips in a way that makes your head tip back. His nose skims the line of your neck, lips sealing there, leaving red bloomed bruises to be remembered by.Â
You wonât last long; as if the tether between the two of you has been made molten and warm from over the years, simmered with all your want and love of him . He fits in you perfectly.Â
And he tells you so, âBabydoll, youâre everything.â He gruffs, âMy perfect girl, Christ-- you feel so good.â His fingers dig lavender bruises into your hips, and you feel fragile and breakable in the best way possible. Too vulnerable and split open by him, the soft, sugar-sweet part of your heart bared to him.
âI love you,â You half gasp as he sinks deeper.
A moan is pulled from the depths of him, broken and ragged. âSay it again, baby, please,â He begs, lips wet and warm and open against your cheek.
âFuck,â You choke, âI love you-- I love you.â Â
It should take more than that, but it doesnât, and the tension inside of you bursts outward in a flare of heat and desperation. You fall apart, body rippling, half-sobbing against Buckyâs shoulder.Â
He doesnât last much longer, pulling out and spilling onto your thighs, sticky mess in the afterglow as he nuzzles and kisses and rubs strong hands over you. He kisses your cheek, nose running gently against your jaw.
And he gives you a smile, lopsided and sweet, âI swear Iâll marry ya when I get back.â He promises and it hurts to hear him say just as much as it soothes you.Â
You cup his face between your hands, pull him towards you to kiss hard and keep close. âJust come back to me, okay?â You breathe, pushing your forehead into his.
All he does is smile back boyish and crooked and young. Youâre tugged back into your memories of him, growing up beside you, always looking out for you; the tender and delicate type of love that leaves you humming and open, unfurling beneath his gaze, cotton candy soft. You cannot remember when you started loving him this way, only that you canât imagine ever not loving him now.Â
He tells you ââOf course,â As if heâd do anything for you.Â
And looking at him, you think he just might.Â
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Pairing : Bucky x reader Warnings : ANGST, Sad ending A/N : Well, I was listening to Happier by Ed Sheeran and this popped into my head. Words : 1,482
REQUESTS ARE OPEN! REQUEST AWAY!Â
Happy. You were always happy with Bucky, Â you didnât think it was possible to be happier. Everything was perfect with him. A bear hug from the super soldier was all it took to turn a bad day into a good one. Youâd grown accustomed to his rough hands, yet surprisingly gentle grip; his soft and plump pink lips that kissed your nose so lovingly; his baby blues that you didnât mind being lost in; his tall form towering over yours when heâd hold you; the way all of a sudden heâd hold your waist and pull you close; how heâd laugh, his tongue-behind-teeth smile. Youâd grown accustomed to it â no, youâd fallen in love with it, with him.
So howâd you end up here? Howâd you end up in an empty bed, waiting for him to come home at 2 am? Howâd you end up crying yourself to sleep for 7 nights in a row? When did you stop feeling happy and start feeling unloved?Bucky was the love of your life, no matter the fights, the arguments, the screaming matches. Youâd never seen anything like this before in your relationship, but you loved him, and youâd do anything to make your relationship work, even if making your relationship work meant fighting with him.
The Bucky you loved was different. The Bucky you loved was invested in your relationship, he made sure to never leave without kissing you, he baked chocolate cake with you, he made you pancakes with extra maple syrup; the Bucky you loved, love you. The Bucky you loved didnât come home at 2 am â
Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of the door being unlocked. âBucky?â your tired voice reached his ears, which was replied by as small âyesâ. You immediately shot to you feet and walked in his direction. âWhere were you?â You asked, looking at him. His hair was messy, his red Henley which you adored so much was crumpled and his eyes looked tired. âout,â he said, devoid of any emotions. âWell, as obvious as that was, it wasnât what I meant.â Even if youâd been fighting, you were glad he was back home. Breathing a sigh of relief, you stepped closer, trying to pull him into a hug, only to be greeted with refusal.
This wasnât the man you loved. Sure, they had the same face and physique, but they didnât smell the same, hell, they didnât feel the same. Your Bucky would never refuse to hug you, he took every chance he got to hold you. He smiled when you did, he laughed when you did. Your Bucky didnât avoid your gaze, he didnât stay out past midnight.
The Bucky you loved didnât come home at 2 am smelling like cheap perfume. âWho is she?â It all became so clear- how he was avoiding you, and coming home late. It all made sense now.âY/N,â âWho is she?â you asked, unaware of the tears streaming down you face. âI met her at the bar, sheâs a waitress.â It felt as if your heart had been ripped out of your chest, and you were being forced to watch somebody stomping on it; as if someone kept stabbing you, waiting for enough time to let the wound heal, just to tear your all over again. Your silent cries had turned to loud sobs by now. Your body felt like it would collapse any moment now, and as if on cue, your legs gave out, causing you to sink to the floor. Tears clouded your vision, but not before you could see a certain super soldier coming your way.
âBucky, youâre joking, right? Itâs just a silly joke, because if not, itâs tearing me apart. Just tell me youâre fooling me.â âI wish I could, doll.â Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself to speak, â Itâs already difficult as it is, so just tell me the truth and do not make me question you twice. Did you sleep with her?â There was a slight pause before he spoke, giving you a short-lived moment of hope. Fate, however, had different plans. âYes,â your tears were flowing freely due to the newly acquired information. âDo you- do you love her?â âY/N, I-â âDoes she make you happy?â âDoll, listen to me-â âAre you happier with her?â âI am.â âwell then,â you smiled sadly, âthereâs no point in me holding you back. Iâll send somebody to get my stuff tomorrow.â
You got up, dusting your clothes. You took a few steps towards the door before you heard yourself speak, âBucky? Can I have one last hug?â You walked back to him, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt, hoping to hold the love of your life one last time. He wasted no time in pulling your into a bear hug, just like he always used to. You wrapped your arms around him, as tight as it was physically possible for you to, and a little more. When you let go, he stayed in the same position for a moment with a sad look on his face. You took in his features, his baby blues which were your favourite colour in this  entire universe, his soft lips and his straight brown hair. Your let out a laugh which all too soon turned into a loud sob, which was cut off by Bucky pressing his lips to yours. His hands were in your hair, while yours cupped his face. You kissed him with all your might, savouring every second, trying to engrave in your mind how his lips felt against yours. You pulled away and wiped a tear from your face. âI love you so, so much, Bucky Barnes.â And with that, you left.
It had been eight months since you and Bucky had broken up. Sure, it still hurt, but youâd never go back to him, not after what he did. You missed him on windy days, you two would stay all day on the couch, cuddling and watching horror movies, you missed him when you drank coffee â he always grimaced at how sweet you liked it, you missed him when you went to sleep, because your bed felt empty without him in it. It was safe to say you missed Bucky Barnes.
After a lot of convincing from Natasha, you decided to go out on a date. With whom, one might ask? Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist. Turns out, Stark had a thing for brown-eyed, art loving, cake eating, heart warmingly beautiful, yet unbelievably clumsy girls like you. Youâd been dating for three weeks before you two made if official. Tony had a changed status, he was now only Genius, Billionaire, Philanthropist. He finally found someone worth staying loyal to. You loved Tony, and you were genuinely happy, after a long, long time. It was safe to say you no longer missed Bucky Barnes.
After you two broke up, Bucky felt something snap inside of him. He rarely went out or socialized with the rest of the team. The only person he really talked to was Steve. When Steve got to know Bucky cheated on you, boy oh boy was he mad. Heâd gone to his house with the full intention of punching him in the face and breaking his nose. âYou cheated on her?â He asked, swinging his fist to Buckyâs face, which Buck stopped mid-way [thank God for his enhanced reflexes, Steve had a mean right hook]. âGod damn it, punk. Iâm a lot of wrong things but a cheater isnât one of them. My ma raised me right.â Steve was taken aback.âThen why does- Oh my God, Bucky. You didnât cheat on her, did you?â His eyes widened at the sudden realization. âNo, you idiot, I just bought some ladiesâ perfume and lathered it all over myself.â He smiled bitterly at Steve. âWhyâd you do it?â Bucky wiped away a tear, âbecause she deserves to be happy. She deserves all the happiness in this world, and probably even more, and I canât give that to her. She deserves to be happier.â
When Bucky did join everybody, it was on Steveâs birthday party. He couldnât take his eyes off of you. Heâd come to know you were engaged to Tony, after all, it had been three years since you broke up. Â He saw you in another manâs arms, walking towards the bar, laughing loudly at something Tony said. âYou alright there pal?â Steve asked his best friend, patting his back. âSheâs happier, Steve,â Bucky said, taking a big gulp of his beer. âBoth their smiles are twice as wide as ours. Sheâs happier.â Steve smiled sadly at him, âYou still love her, donât you?â Buckyâs face had tears streaming down, smiling, he said, âI can always smile to hide the truth â that I was happier with her. But look at her, Steve, sheâs happy â no, sheâs happier.â
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