#Sebastian stan angst

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒓 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

thank you for reading!

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Love or Hate » Sebastian Stan

Pairings: Sebastian Stan x Actress!Reader

Summary: Sebastian and his costar (the reader) don’t get along, but things take an unexpected turn when they’re rehearsing their lines.

Warnings: slight Angst, Smut (18+), Fluff ending, language, insults, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, fingering, unprotected sex, praise kink, name calling (brat), pet names (baby, baby girl)

Thank you to @buckys-wintersoldier for coming up with this idea!🩵

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

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You love your job. You love meeting and working with different people. There’s just one problem… working with Sebastian Stan. It’s not that you have a problem with his work. He does amazing work. It’s just that you two don’t get along. You two got casted as a married couple in an upcoming movie. You two have to pretend to love each other on camera, but in reality, you two hate each other. Now here you are, knocking on the door of Sebastian’s trailer.

“Come in!” You hear him shout.

You opened the door and walked inside. Sebastian looked up from his phone to see you and groaned.

“Nice to see you too, Sebastian.” You say sarcastically.

You plopped down on the couch next to him.

“Let’s just get this over with.” You say.

You and Sebastian opened your scripts and got into character.

“Addie, I love you.” Sebastian’s character says.

“I love you too, Ethan.” Your character says.

You two paused for a moment. The sex scene is next.

“Yea, no. I’m not kissing you, let alone having fake sex with you.” You say out of character.

“Feeling’s mutual.” He says out of character.

“Great. See you later.” You say.

You got up and went back to your trailer to get ready to film. It didn’t take you long to realize that you and Sebastian have to film the sex scene today.

“Ok, action!” The director says.

You and Sebastian got into character and faced each other.

“You look absolutely beautiful in this dress, honey.” Sebastian’s character says, looking at you in the mirror.

“Thank you, baby.” You smiled.

He began placing soft kisses on your neck and along your shoulder. You bit your bottom lip and leaned your head back on his shoulder.

“Ethan…” You breathed. “We’re going to be late to the wedding.” You say.

“It won’t hurt to be fashionably late, sweetheart.” He says.

Sebastian’s character unzipped your dress, letting it pool around your feet. You were left in a pair of black lace panties and exposing your breasts to him. He spun you around and kissed you passionately. He gripped the back of your thighs and picked you up. He gently laid you down on the bed and hovered over you. You unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders. Your hands went down to his belt, unbuckling it and undoing his dress pants.

“Ethan…” You breathed.

“Yes, honey?” He says.

“I want you.” You say.

“You have me, baby. All of me.” He says.

You wrapped your legs around Sebastian’s waist, locking your ankles behind his back. Sebastian lowered his hips in a way to make it look like the two of you are having sex. You grabbed his head and kissed him hungrily. You two let out fake moans to make them sound real.

“Cut! That’s perfect! Take a break!” The director says.

You and Sebastian separated from each other and got dressed. You walked away without saying anything. As you were walking to your trailer, Sebastian grabbed your arm and took you inside of his trailer.

“Get off of me!” You say, pushing him away.

Sebastian put his hands up in surrender and took a step back.

“I don’t know what the hell your problem is, but you’re a fucking jerk!” You say.

“Oh yea? I’m not too thrilled about your bratty attitude.” Sebastian says.

“Fuck you!” You yelled.

That might’ve not been that best comeback, but it was the best you could come up with. You and Sebastian stood in awkward silence for a moment, staring at each other. Out of nowhere, Sebastian pinned you against the wall and kissed you roughly.

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You say against his lips.

“Feeling’s mutual, baby.” He says.

His hands wandered your body, stopping on the zipper of your dress. He unzipped it, letting it fall from your body and pool around your feet. He picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“You’d be considered cute if you didn’t run your mouth all the damn time.” Sebastian says.

“Why don’t you make me shut up then?” You sassed.

“You’re gonna wish you didn’t say that.” He says with a smirk.

Sebastian took you over to the couch and laid you down on it while hovering over you. He kissed and sucked on your skin, starting with your neck and moved down your body. His hands gripped the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs, throwing them somewhere in the trailer.

“How’s it fair that I’m naked and you’re not?” You whined.

Sebastian smirked with a chuckle. He stood up, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving his boxers on. He spread your legs open and got in between them. His fingers rubbed between your wet folds, rubbing your clit in slow circles. You threw your head back. Your jaw dropped, letting out an inaudible moan.

“What happened to that sassy mouth? Huh, baby?” Sebastian asks with a smirk.

“Shut up and do something!” You sassed.

Sebastian rubbed his fingers up and down your slit, teasing your wet entrance. He slowly slid his middle and ring fingers inside of you. He moved them at a slow pace that frustrated you.

“I- fuck! Faster please!” You begged.

“You want me to fuck you faster with my fingers, baby girl? Is that what you want?” He asks.

“Yes please!” You whined desperately.

“Well, since you said please.” He says.

Sebastian moved his fingers, hitting all of the right spots making you moan loudly. He kissed you to keep you quiet.

“You’re fucking loud.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“I can’t help it! You’re- oh fuck! Right there!” You moaned when his fingers hit your sweet spot.

“Did I find your sweet spot, baby?” He asks with a cocky smirk.

“Yes! Just- fuck!” You moaned.

Strings of moans and screams of his name fell from your lips. Sebastian put his fingers in your mouth to keep you quiet.

“These should keep you quiet.” He says.

You moaned around his fingers while his other ones were being your closer and closer to your orgasm. It felt like a rubber band was about to snap inside of you. You were right there when Sebastian abruptly took his fingers out of you making you whine.

“What the fuck, Sebastian?! I was about to cum!” You whined.

“The only place you’re gonna cum is on my cock.” He says.

Sebastian stood up to take off his boxers, revealing his hard cock. You licked your lips at the sight. He’s big. Definitely bigger than all of the guys you’ve been with.

“My eyes are up here, baby girl.” Sebastian says, snapping his fingers in your face.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You say, swatting his hand away from your face.

Sebastian didn’t need to be told twice. He got back on top of you, hovering over you. He rubbed the tip of his cock between your wet folds and teased your entrance.

“Sebastian, I swear if you don’t- oh my god!” You moaned when he slid his cock inside of you.

“You’ll do what, baby? You won’t do shit.” He says with a smirk.

His thrusts were rough and you were all for it. You wrapped your legs around his waist, licking your ankles behind his back and pulling him closer to you. Your hands were on his back, your fingernails digging into his skin making him hiss at the feeling.

“You’re fucking tight.” He moans.

You threw your head back against the couch, moans of his name left your lips. Sebastian kissed along the column of your throat. He gripped your chin with his index finger and thumb to kiss your lips, your tongues fought for dominance. You placed one of your hands on the back of his head to intensify the kiss.

“You feel so fucking good.” Sebastian moans.

You moved your lips down to his neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys behind.

“Harder!” You moaned.

“You want me to fuck you harder? Well, here you go, baby.” He says.

Sebastian unwrapped your legs from his waist. He hooked his arms under your knees and started pounding into you.

“Oh my god! Yes! Fuck!” You moaned.

“You like that, baby girl? Oh I know you do.” He smirks.

You felt a familiar knot in your stomach like earlier. It felt like a rubber band was about to snap inside of you.

“I- oh fuck! I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” You begged.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Make a fucking mess on my cock.” Sebastian whispers in your ear.

Your eyes fluttered shut and his name fell from your lips as you came hard. Sebastian’s thrusts became sloppy as his orgasm was nearing.

“Shit! Gonna cum. Want me to fill you up, baby?” He pants.

“Yes! Fuck, please! Give it to me, Sebby!” You moaned.

Your name fell from his lips as he came inside of you, painting your walls. His thrusts came to a slow stop. Sebastian collapsed on top of you. Both of you were panting and looking into each other’s eyes.

“That was…” You couldn’t find the words to explain how amazing the sex was.

“Yea.” Sebastian agrees.

Sebastian leaned down, kissing your lips softly and sweetly. You cupped his cheeks to intensify it.

“I’m sorry.” Sebastian says against your lips.

“So am I.” You say.

“Can I take you on a date to show you how sorry I am?” He asks, moving a piece of your hair out from your face.

“I’d love that.” You smiled.

Sebastian kissed you passionately. You two didn’t even hear the door open when.

“Oh shit! I’m so sorry! I’ll leave you two alone!” The intern says, quickly leaving and shutting the door behind him.

You and Sebastian bursted out laughing.

“I think we scarred that intern for life.” You say, laughing.

“I think we did.” Sebastian laughs.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[afictionaladventure16]

Grumpy!Sebastian x Sunshine!Assistant Preview

A coffee a day, keeps the grumpiness at bay,” Julie places Sebastian’s mug on his desk. It was just the way he liked it, a dash of almond milk. Julie wondered if maybe that’s why he always such a grump.

“I am not grumpy.” Sebastian rolls his eyes before turning around, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sure, and I’m not Bisexual. Oh wait… yes I am.”

Sebastian rolls his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, “remind me why I hired you again?”

“Because I needed a job and I saw a posting about ‘Assistant Needed’ and I thought, ‘hey! I can assist’—“

“Alright, alright,” Sebastian sighs. “Can you just hand me that script I was talking about?”

Julie sighs, “please?” She mutters as she hands him the script.

Sebastian takes in a deep breath. “please,” he mutters.

“Now was that so hard?” She asked as she began to walk out of the office.

“A bit,” Sebastian muttered.

“I heard that!”

[pepperonijem]

x. you are in every line || all my love finale

You have been in every line I have ever read..." - Great Expectations; Charles Dickens

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Summary: Bucky has finally come to the answer to a problem he's been working on for months. It's love. Warnings:  none, some angst tho Word Count:  4.8k A/N: one year later... thanks for reading :) @calwitch thank you again for giving me the spark to upload the last chapter. Hope you enjoy!

previous chapter || back to library

Snow was falling gently on the streets, and people were hurrying home, their arms filled with wrapped boxes and paper parcels from toy stores, candy shops, and bakeries. It was Christmas Eve, and there was something whimsical in the air.

“Did we get everything?” You looked up at the boy next to you, his rosy cheeks hidden underneath a checkered scarf. He let out a breath that was visible in the chilly weather. 

“Yeah, I think so,” he confirmed, looking down at the many bags the two of you were holding. “We got cake, last minute gifts, gift wrap… that’s everything.” He smiled down at you as the two of you headed to the car, Bucky trying his best not to lose you in the swathes of people on the sidewalks. 

“Bucky, wait,” he heard his name from behind him and nearly panicked when he didn’t see you immediately behind him. He felt his heart settle back in place momentarily when he found you standing by the cafe window and sped back up when he realized he had been just looking at you with a dopey smile on his face. He shook it off and walked up to you, intrigued by the tired smile on your face. “Let’s grab something warm to drink,” you suggested, and who was Bucky to deny you?

He looked down at his watch, noting that there was still time to spare before the two of you were needed back at home. So he opened the door for you and followed behind you, welcoming the warmth and comforting smell of pastries and peppermint. When Bucky caught up to you, you were already waiting for him at the cash register, where the cashier was smiling at you. 

“Good evening!” The cashier greeted the two of you warmly. “Did you guys want your regular earl grey tea and coffee?” Bucky looked at you with a raised eyebrow as you shook your head no.

“I’ll have a hot chocolate tonight,” you replied with a sheepish smile. The cashier nodded in agreement before putting the order in, then turned to Bucky for his order.

“I’ll have my usual,” he replied before handing over his card as the cashier waved it away. 

“Don’t worry about it today,” she replied with a smile as she handed him the receipt. “Consider it a Christmas gift for two of my regulars.” You and Bucky thanked her as you made your way to one of the few empty tables by the window, taking note of the streets that were beginning to finally clear out.

Bucky looked up as you let out a heavy sigh as you sat down at the table and set your bags on the floor.

“Tired?” Bucky asked, although he had an inkling it was more than just that. 

His first clue came about a week ago – that night you came back from spending the day with Steve. He had planned to tease you about it, calling it a date, but when you answered passively and headed straight to your room without dinner, Bucky felt something shift .

Later that night, he found that he was unable to fall asleep. He couldn’t get you out of his mind. He had never seen you look so… lost, and he could feel his heart sink every time he pictured your face. So with a sigh, he stood up to go to the kitchen, to grab himself a warm mug of chamomile tea, his go-to cure for sleepless nights. He was shocked to find you, already sitting at the counter with your own mug and the same weary expression from earlier. 

“Can’t sleep either?” you asked him with a small ghost of a smile. Bucky chuckled as he shook his head. He walked over to the tea kettle, pouring himself his own mug of tea before taking the seat beside you. Without a word, you offered your mug out to clink against his as you took a sip. 

Bucky wanted to ask about earlier that day, the lost look on your face, but when you turned to face him and he saw the puffy redness that surrounded your glassy eyes, he decided against it. A question would turn into a conversation, which would turn into a sleepless night, and Bucky prioritized your wellbeing over his own curiosity. There would be more times to talk, but for now, all Bucky wanted was for you to rest. 

The sound of the waiter bringing over your drinks to the table snapped him back to the present. “Hot chocolate, with a little extra whipped cream,” he said before setting your mug down. “And a coffee with two pumps of brown sugar syrup. Have a happy holiday,” the waiter greeted before he left.

As soon as the waiter’s back was turned, Bucky watched as the smile slipped from your face. “How did you know?” you asked with a sigh, taking a small sip of your cocoa. “I don’t think I even realized how tired I’ve been.”

“Call it a hunch,” he replied, not wanting to explain all of the signs he had seen. “Also, you ordered a hot chocolate, which you only do when you’re upset.”

“I do?” you echoed. Bucky felt his cheeks and ears turn scarlet and brought his mug to his face as an attempt to hide it. When did he become so fluent in you? 

“Yeah,” Bucky agreed. “After you finished reading Grapes of Wrath, I found you in the kitchen at 3 in the morning drinking cocoa and scribbling in your journal about how you hated the ending.”

You chuckled at the memory, and it made Bucky smile to see you laugh, even if only for a second. “So what’s up?”

“Steve’s going to France,” you answered, looking down into your mug and biting down onto your bottom lip. You paused before continuing, and Bucky watched your nostrils flare as you tried to blink back the tears that were starting to form. “He told me he loved me, that he always has.”

Bucky couldn’t hide his surprise at your confession or the way that he felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. He had no idea what to say to you, honestly, but his mind was running a million thoughts a minute. What am I going to do if I ask her what she said to him and she says she’ll run away to France with him? What if she realized she actually hates my guts because I’m a meanie. A meanie? Only she would call me that. Wait, why should I care if she likes Steve, it’s not like she probably still likes me anyway.   

But when he looked down to see you fidgeting with your hands and your sleeves, he realized that what he wanted most was to reach out and keep your hands safe in his. So he did. He reached out, pulling each of your hands into his and hoping you couldn’t feel the way his heartbeat was pulsing through his fingertips.

You finally looked up at him with a trembling smile. “Sorry,” you apologized. “I don’t know why I’m crying.” Before Bucky could tell you that you never had to apologize to him, or that he would yell at Steve for making you cry, or anything at all, you took a deep breath and slipped your hands out of his. He missed the contact immediately.

You wiped at your eyes, clearly done talking about the conversation, and although Bucky still felt uneasy, he waited quietly with one hand still on top of the table for you to continue. “Anyway,” you began with a cheerier smile that still didn’t meet your eyes. “I have your Christmas gift. I was gonna give it to you tonight, but honestly, I’m too excited to wait any longer.” 

Although he was still sure there was more to be said, he couldn’t deny that he was excited, especially after seeing your excitement. He watched as you reached into one of the bags beside you to pull out a package wrapped in brown paper with a red and white ribbon tied around it. He looked at the package with a smile as you handed it to him and pulled out your phone to record his reaction.

To: the world’s second best roomie.

From: the world’s first best roomie. 

“Glad you don’t think I’m a terrible roommate,” Bucky said with a chuckle, smiling up at you. “Should I just…?”

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes as you egged him on. “Just open it already.”

Bucky obliged and gently opened the present, unable to contain his excitement at the first peek of gold under the wrapping paper. “Is this–” he was shocked as he pulled out the book inside. “This is the peacock edition… of Pride and Prejudice,” his eyes went wide as he held the book in his hands. He looked back up at the camera and stuttered out, “How did you even find this? It’s so rare!”

Bucky’s heart was doing somersaults in his chest as he ran his fingers over the gold embellishments on the cover and spine.

“Open it,” you urged as Bucky flipped the cover open gently, treating the book with care.

Merry Christmas!

I know you already have a copy of this book… but this one was so pretty I just knew I had to get it for you anyway. I hope you don’t mind, but I took the liberty of getting a head start on scribbling in this book. I’ve underlined just a few of my favorite quotes, and I look forward to hearing about yours. I’ll give you a sneak peek though, because I’m so nice:

“I am the happiest creature in the world. Perhaps other people have said so before, but not one with such justice.” 

These last few months, I feel like I can truly say that I have been happy. And you’ve played a big part in that… so… thanks, for everything.

Happy reading,

The girl next door

Bucky looked back up to see you looking at him expectantly for his reaction. He remembered what you had told him before, about getting someone the right gift – the kind of gift that every time you saw it you can’t help but think of the person who gave it to you. He got it now, why you cared so much, because he would never be able to read this book again without seeing the smile you had on your face right now and he wanted to do the same for you. He wanted to be etched in between the lines of every book you read, just as you were to him.

“I…” He began. “I don’t know what to say.” He watched as your face quickly slipped into a panic and he rushed to clarify himself. “This is… this is the best gift I could have gotten. Thank you.” The comfort that rushed into your features was enough to satisfy Bucky as he took another sip of his coffee. He would definitely be up reading tonight, looking forward to seeing what you wrote on each page.

After downing the rest of your drinks, the two of you made your way back home through the dimly lit and snow-covered streets. Christmas music filled the car, and all Bucky could think about was the gift he had for you waiting on his bedside table.

The Barnes household was more lively than usual tonight. Your dad was here for the holiday and he had been cooking up a feast all day in preparation for Christmas Eve dinner. Typically, Christmas was usually just Bucky and his dad, a pizza, and Home Alone. However, when you explained to him your family’s tradition of waiting until midnight to finally eat dinner and opening up presents right after, he was surprised to say he was excited to adopt your tradition in place of his this year. 

As the two of you walked in, you were immediately greeted by the smell of roasted turkey and desserts baking in the oven and your stomachs both immediately grumbled in response. 

“You guys are home?” Bucky’s dad called from the kitchen, where he was helping your father out. Bucky confirmed as he removed his shoes and walked over to grab a cracker from the plate of cheese and crackers they were arranging. His dad slapped his hand away playfully. 

“Go get washed up and dressed first,” your dad told the both of you. “There should be a set of pajamas on each of your beds.”

You looked up at Bucky with amusement as the two of you walked up the stairs. “They got us all matching pajamas?”

“Yeah,” Bucky replied. “That’s one of me and my dad’s things.” He shrugged his shoulders as the two of you parted ways into your bedrooms.

Before Bucky changed into his pajamas, he sat down at his bed and once again looked at your gift to him, a smile immediately coming to his face. He picked up his old copy of the book as well, and pulled out the pink envelope that had been sitting unopened in between the pages of his book. He took a deep breath and opened it.

Bucky,

I’m… I’m honestly not sure if you even know who I am. We met once, and I don’t know if you remember… but I do. Freshman year, you stole a book from me at the library… and you also… stole my heart.

Bucky paused to laugh. The you that he knows now would probably bite her own tongue in half before saying these words out loud. 

I’ve been waiting for years to say this, so I’ll just say it. I like you. I like you a lot. You’re the smartest guy in our year, and you’re cute, and you have good taste in books. People say you’re cold… and that this would probably be the worst idea… but I feel like it’s not. 

To be honest, a few months ago… he would have agreed. That he was cold, and that getting a love letter was one his top 5 list of things he did not want. He remembers that day, that his friends all scolded him for not even taking the letter… It wasn't until he saw it in your room the night you sprained your ankle that he finally felt the urge to even take it, and not until today that he felt the need to read it. He wondered if you even noticed it was gone.

Speaking of books… has anyone told you you remind them of Mr. Darcy? Well if not, let me be the first. Well… that’s really all I wanted to say. I’m not expecting an answer or anything… I just wanted you to know. I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t tell you how I was feeling. Words unspoken now will be silence that I’ll regret later on.

Love, Sincerely,

An admirer.

Bucky folded the letter back up and put it back into its envelope. It had only been a few months since you wrote this letter to him and he wondered if you still felt the same way. Part of him wished you did, but the other part remembered that he’s not the only one who wished the same.

If anyone had told him that day that he would be harboring feelings for you, he would have scoffed in their face. Bucky wouldn’t say he fell in love with you, but rather, he walked into it. Like a morning stroll under falling leaves, he doesn’t know how long he’s been walking because all he could care to do was admire the colors of each leaf. But now, it’s as if he’s finally looking up to see you at the end of the road… with someone else calling your name beside him.

With a sigh, he set the envelope back on top of his nightstand, beside his gift to you. One day, he thought to himself as he got dressed..

As he stepped out of his room, he could hear the unmistakable sound of tears from your room. Feeling his heart rate pick up, he was ready to open the door to check on you until he heard your father’s voice. 

“Well,” he asked with a gentle voice. “Are you ready to let him go to hold onto someone else?” 

Bucky knew he should have walked away right then, that was the smart thing to do… the logical thing to do. But something about you made him abandon logic every time. So instead he remained in front of the door, firmly planted until he finally heard your reply after what felt like the longest few seconds of his life.

“Yes.” 

Despite his determination to remain firmly planted, he suddenly found himself stumbling down the stairs. Let who go? He thought to himself. Is she… going with him? Why is this affecting me so much? It’s her life. She can do whatever she wants. Bucky knew that he didn’t have the right to be upset if her heart had moved on since he was the one who broke it months ago. It didn’t stop him, however, from breaking his own heart.

For the rest of that night and the week after, he tried his best to act as if he hadn’t heard her talk to her father that night. And it was working, mostly. He found it generally easy, to laugh the same way at all your jokes, to tease you about this or that, but the hard part came at night, when he was alone with his thoughts. 

On New Year’s day, he found himself in his bed, staring at his ceiling and chastising himself for feeling the way he did. He let out a sigh and reached over to pull out the gift he didn’t give to you – his own personal copy of Great Expectations. 

He remembers the time you argued with him about the book, saying that you had read it for school and hated it. He argued that you just needed to give it a chance, that it wouldn’t be one of his favorite books if it was bad. You had rolled your eyes at him, relenting ever so slightly, and he had never felt so victorious as he did right then as he promised to get you a copy.

Bucky didn’t waste any time after that day. He bought a fresh copy of the book and was ready to give it to you until he thought to himself, maybe if I wrote down what I liked about the book, it’ll convince her to like it as she reads it. He held off on giving the book to you, opting instead to take notes throughout the book, highlight what was relevant and write down why it was. Before he knew it, his notes had went from mere observations to:

“She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.” - Just like yours. 

As his own feelings for you evolved, so did the way he understood the stories he was reading. The story of Pip and Estella were no longer distant characters of a long ago time, but instead he saw pieces of you and him in the story. His notes became letters to you and everything he wished he could say was found in the margins of this book.

Tonight, he opened the book to the very back cover and pulled out his pen. He wrote out the quote that has been weighing heavily on his heart in the last week.

“You are in every line I have ever read.” – And in every line I will ever read. You are the hidden meanings in poetry, the secret love letters between the lines, and if ever you aren’t with me… I take comfort in knowing I’ll always find you here. 

He set the book back down and let out a heavy sigh. Why would I be writing this if I’m not even going to give it to her? Is it just going to stay here forever? He looked back over to where his book had sat for the last week and noticed the pink envelope that was on top of it had fallen to the floor. He picked it up and it was as if a light switch had flipped in his brain. 

If you can do it… so can I. He thought to himself as he stared at the words you wrote him. “Words unsaid now will be silence I’ll regret later on,” he read aloud. He jumped off of his bed and ran out of his room, ready to tell you everything but absolutely no idea how, deciding he would just say whatever came to mind in the moment. He had become a sudden master of not thinking.

He ran to your bedroom, knocking frantically at your door with the book secured in his other hand. He didn’t care if he sounded crazy, pounding at your door at 11 at night, he just needed to see you. He didn’t realize how long he had been knocking until his father stepped out of his room, rubbing his eyes as if he was woken up.

“Buck?” he asked groggily. “Why are you knocking so hard?” Bucky looked flustered as he could feel his own heart race in the palms of his hands. 

“I…” he trailed off, not knowing how to answer. “I need to see her.” Bucky’s dad raised an eyebrow at the seriousness in the tone of his voice.

“Oh?” he asked. He was amused, but didn’t show it. “What for?” 

“I have something to tell her,” he breathed out. His dad nodded in silence, contemplating his words.

“Well unfortunately you won’t find her here,” he said and Bucky felt himself slip into a panic. “She said she was going to be out late tonight, I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”

“Did she say where she was going?” Bucky asked, trying to sound as calm and collected as possible. His dad shook his head no.

“She didn’t say,” he admitted. “But if you plan on going after her, bring an umbrella.”

Bucky nodded and ran downstairs, stopping only to put on his shoes and to grab a coat and an umbrella as his father suggested. He was still in his pajamas and the only umbrella left was an obscenely bright yellow one, but he didn’t have time to care about that. Upon entering his car, he pulled out his phone to make a call. He tapped against the wheel impatiently, waiting for you to answer. After a few more calls were sent to your voicemail, he decided to call Wanda, who thankfully answered after the first ring.

“Bucky?” she asked in concern.

“Do you know where she went?” He didn’t even bother with pleasantries, he was desperate.

“I think she’s at the airport… why?” Wanda asked.

“I have to tell her,” Bucky confessed. “Thank you.” was all he said before he hung up and began driving.

For the entire drive to the airport, Bucky found himself completely consumed with what he would say to you. Whether you rejected him and went to France with Steve, or laughed in his face, he didn’t really care. All he cared about was that you knew that he would let you go like that, let you leave him forever, as long as you knew he’d love you all the same.

He parked at a random spot in the parking garage and got out of the car, checking to make sure he had the book safely tucked into his coat, away from the rain that had suddenly begun to pour down. He did realize however, that he had absolutely no idea what area you were in. When he pulled out his phone to call Wanda again, however, Bucky saw that she had already sent the number of the terminal area, with a “good luck! :)” message attached. As luck would have it, he was exactly where he needed to be. 

Bucky, ready to head inside and run to the boarding gate somehow to find you, shut his umbrella closed. However, before he could even make it under the awning, he spotted a familiar face. After a week of feeling so distant from you, he finally felt like he could see you once again. He let out a heavy sigh, feeling relieved and feeling his heart tug him towards you. By now the rain was coming down heavily and the sound of the raindrops pounded in his ears. Or was that his heart beating? He walked to you slowly, leaving a little bit of distance as you finally noticed him. He was wearing silly Christmas pajamas with a heavy coat and a bright yellow umbrella, and he knew everyone was staring as they walked by, but all he could see was you.

“Bucky?” you were surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”

Every bone in his body wanted him to just shout it out, “I’m in love with you.” But when he finally got a good look at your face, he decided to keep it in for just a little bit longer. You didn’t look nearly as tired as you did that night at the coffee shop, but he could still see the faint traces of sadness that had yet to disappear.

He smiled softly at you. “Let’s go home.” He waited for you to be securely under the umbrella before he began walking. His mind was racing until this point, but now with you beside him, he felt his thoughts begin to quiet down. The walk back to the car was still quiet, both of you wrestling with your own thoughts to the sound of raindrops hitting the pavement.

It wasn’t until you were both securely in the car that Bucky finally spoke. “Do you want to go somewhere with me?” You looked up at him as he felt his heart flutter at the sight. You nodded quietly, and the two of you fell back into a peaceful silence.

In just a few minutes, the rain had begun to slow down and Bucky parked his car at a local park right by a lake, still lit up with small warm yellow lights lighting a path. “Let’s take a walk,” he suggested before exiting the car and coming to open your side of the door with the umbrella open, inviting you to stand underneath it with him.

After a few minutes, Bucky once again broke the silence. “Were you with Steve?” he asked directly. Although he knew the answer, he was curious. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, both of you still looking straight ahead. “He left for France today.”  Bucky hummed in thought. He thought of what to say next, choosing his words carefully before continuing. 

“How are you feeling?” Bucky was unsure of what you would say, all the possible ways you could reject him all piling on top of each other until you finally spoke.

“Relieved,” you admitted with a small smile. “I thought it would be harder to let him go, but when I saw how happy he was to talk about France, I just felt relief.” 

Bucky took time to process your words. Let him go? So that means… as the pieces began to fall together in his mind, he felt his feet stop moving as things finally clicked.

You turned back around to check on Bucky who was staring ahead with an unreadable expression on his face, as if he just had an epiphany.

“Bucky?” you called out to him.

When he finally looked at you, he felt a rush of everything he’s been feeling for so long. He walked up to you, and breathed out three words. “I love you.”

“You–” you began, in shock.

“I love you,” he repeated in a firmer voice, unable to hide the smile that came to his face. “I love you, and I’m so sorry it took me so long to finally get to the right answer, but I think I knew for a while and I just… I love you.” Bucky knew he had said it four times to you in the last thirty seconds, but he just couldn’t help himself. Now that it was out in the open, the words came to him like oxygen.

“You do?” you asked quietly, still staring at him. “Like for real?” Bucky let out a chuckle as he listened.

“Yes,” he confirmed. “Like for real.” He stepped closer to you, tentatively reaching for your hand and smiling when you wound your fingers through his.

“Finally,” you smiled at him playfully, pulling him to you ever so slightly.

“Finally.” He agreed, coming to rest his head on yours. “Can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering, you just pulled him in. He could feel you smiling against him, and he was sure you could feel the same.

As books go, Bucky had always believed there were only two constants: tragedy and endings. He believed every story had both of these, some books had more of one than the other. However, here, in this moment with you, he realized that in reality, there was much more to be found in a story. Here with you, there was only happiness and this was just the beginning.

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The Light In My Darkness

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || The darkness has it’s hold on you. It’s tightness suffocating. It’s darkness numbing. You search the endless depths for salvation, yet you find yourself alone. But there will soon come a moment when a beacon of light shines it’s way for you to resurface from the pitch black depth.

Word Count || 1501

Contents & Warnings || Angst, light Fluff — mature content/language, depression, mental health, mention of suicide.

Authors Note || It’s been a few months since I last posted. I fell into a pretty dark depression that really fucked me up for months. I’m slowly starting to recover from it, and I’m excited to write and post again and also feel more like myself . Sorry to come back with such an angsty story. This is the only story that I wrote over those months, and I have put some real stuff that went through my head during those months. It felt good to put some of those thoughts into writing and combine them with one of my comforts which is Bucky. So please be advised that this story does contain some depression stuff and mention of suicide.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

TFATWS!Bucky Masterlist

The weight of emptiness pulls you deeper each day that passes, its grip on you tightening as it drags you toward the depths of its darkness. And you are so aware that its power will consume you entirely, eat you from the inside, leaving you weak and vulnerable to its insatiable hunger. The darkness so treacherous that escape will seem almost impossible.

You feel entirely shattered and numb. The once vibrant life you had, such as your job, responsibilities, friends, and most importantly, Bucky and Alpine, now feels almost lifeless. The once passion you had for your beautiful life is now reduced to nothing. All that remains is the desire to crawl into a deep, dark hole and disappear, hoping that the suffocating darkness will claim you quickly.

Despite the emptiness within, you still try to maintain a brave and normal facade for those around you. But your boyfriend, the one closest to your heart, senses and sees the cracks in the facade you’ve put up. He sees the destruction of your former self, reduced to nothing more than an empty shell.

Bucky, with his caring and tender nature for you, wants to help. But you push him away, scared that you may drag him down as well. You don’t want to darken his light with your darkness.

However, there comes a time when everyone breaks down into pieces, and it’s left up to the loved ones to pick up the fragile fragments and mend them with tender and loving care.

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As you drag yourself up the steps to your front door, the mask of a fake smile and false happiness you wore for work fades away. Instead replaced by the overwhelming despair that haunts your soul. You can no longer keep it up, and you know that Bucky will shower you with his love in an attempt to ease your pain.

“Hey, doll. Welcome home,” Bucky greets you with a tender kiss on the forehead. His hands linger on your waist, gently squeezing as a sign of affection and protection. Alpine purrs in delight and welcomes you home by weaving and rubbing against your legs.

Bucky’s warm touch and a tender kiss would once have your heart flutter into a billion butterflies, making you jump him in excitement, and a cuddle session on the couch would ensure with loving kisses shared between one another as you recovered from your workday. But now, with the darkness holding its tight grip on you, you can’t fully enjoy and appreciate his gorgeous self, which fills you with guilt. Deep down, you know that you love Bucky with all your being. He’s the perfect individual, the kind anyone would be lucky to have. But you struggle to feel the love he so generously pours upon you now. The realization of this causes tears to well up, along with a profound sense of shame.

“How was work, baby?” Bucky’s eyes, once melting and soft, fixates on your empty and dim ones. His now somber ones scan you from head to toe, sensing you are far from your former self. He knows you are having difficulties, that you are tired, but he’s unaware of the full extent of it and doesn’t know how deep it goes. He does his best to help and reassure you daily, but you cannot sense his efforts. The darkness has buried your emotions so deep within.

“It was fine, babe. Just exhausting,” you respond, attempting to reassure him with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He can tell that you are withholding the whole truth.

“Doll, what’s wrong? You haven’t been yourself recently. I’m here for you, baby. I want to help,” his voice rasps as he cups your cheeks, stroking your skin. His brows furrow, his gaze piercing deep into your soul, hoping to uncover the cause of your recent changes.

The love and care he has for you are so evident, making your heart skip a beat and you so long to throw yourself into his arms, allowing him to shower you with his affection and reassurance that everything will be alright. But the darkness is keeping you on a tight leash.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you lie, and he can so easily see through it.” “I-I’m just tired. I think I’ll take a nap.”

As you lie in the darkness of your bedroom, staring at the ceiling, your mind is empty of thoughts. You feel cold and empty, much like the air surrounding you. One terrifying thought, a whisper that lurks in your darkness, tries to surface: I don’t want to live anymore.

During the day, you try your best to suppress that thought, forcefully pushing it deep down. But with each passing day, it grows stronger. And now, in the confines of your dark and cold bedroom, it solidifies into a haunting possibility—an escape from the torment. I don’t want to live anymore. “… but I don’t want to die,” you whisper, turning to your side with a heavy sigh. It’s all so overwhelming and exhausting, and you have never felt so trapped and helpless before. How can I possibly recover from this? Will I ever recover from this? Am I doomed to this darkness forever until it eventually consumes me?

Sometime later, a knock on the bedroom door pierces the silence, and a sliver of light illuminates the room's darkness as Bucky enters, the chime of Alpine’s collar following close behind. Neither of you utters a word. He closes the door gently, ensuring the light doesn’t disturb you. In the room's dimness, you hear him navigate through it, going to the shared bed and settling in behind you. His warm, sturdy frame presses against your back while his arms envelop you, and his face nestles into the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply, savoring your scent before placing a tender kiss on your skin. Alpine joins the comfort, snuggling at your feet with a soft purr.

Even with these two beings, who love you unconditionally, nestled close to you, it barely dulls and heals the emptiness inside, but it makes your heart skip a beat again. A moment of silence ensues, the only sounds being your synchronized breathing and the gentle purring from Alpine.

“Doll,” Bucky murmurs, his voice soft and delicate, squeezing you ever so slightly tighter to convey the depth of his love for you. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me inside your pain. Don’t slip away from me. I’m here to help. I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”

The desperation, sadness, and defeat in his voice finally shatter you, breaking down your defenses, making you finally release all that pain and sorrow, erupting into tears and sobs.

“I’m so fucking tired, Bucky,” you sob violently into the pillow. “I’m so fucking done with everything. I feel so empty, so lost. I can’t do this anymore. The darkness has such a tight hold on me, and I feel myself suffocating more and more each day that follows.” Your cries intensify, your body shaking in his embrace. “I don’t have the will to live anymore, but I don’t want to die either. Please help me. I’m so lost, Bucky.” You continue to weep and sob into the sheets while Bucky holds you tighter, tears streaming down his face as well, wetting your neck.

You don’t know how long you cry, releasing all that has built up over the past few weeks. Five minutes? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? Eventually, exhaustion takes hold of you. Your throat feels dry and hoarse, your eyes burn, and your body feels heavy and weak.

Throughout it all, Bucky remains silent, cradling and comforting you. The weight of your dark confession impacting him deeply, evident in his strained voice—a testament that he’s been crying alongside you.

“I wish I could take all your emptiness and pain away, doll.” His voice laced with vulnerability and determination. “I wish we lived in a fairytale where my words could magically heal your soul and restore your happiness. But this is reality, and I know my words alone will not heal and destroy that darkness. But I want you to know I’m here, baby, and I’ll always be here. I will fight for you, fight beside you. I’ll forever be the light that shines in your darkest moments. I promise I will help you. I promise we will get you professional help. I love you so much, my doll.”

Bucky’s words feel like the salvation you’ve yearned for—the help you desperately need. It’s the promise that gives you hope. Your hand, which has been searching in the darkness for so long, has finally found a lifeline—a beacon of light that shines bright in your darkness.

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Wedding crasher

PAIRING | Sebastian Stan x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4K

SUMMARY | Today is the day you're getting married to the love of your life, or so you thought. When Sebastian confesses his love for you when you're standing at the altar, you're faced with the hardest decision you'd ever have to make.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Swearing, angst, runaway bride, smut [ Light praise kink, light breeding kink, oral F&M receiving, face riding, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, people!), multiple orgasms, implied aftercare ].

A/N | I'd love to start writing more requests (not just for Sebastian, but for all people/characters on my Masterlist) so if you would like to send me a request, please don't hesitate! 🖤

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Main Masterlist | Sebastian Stan Masterlist

You still can't believe what you did, and you're wondering if you made the right choice. Sure, it felt nothing more than perfect the moment you decided to say yes, but now the aftermath of your actions is starting to dawn on you when you look at the naked man in bed next to you. You were naked too and had an amazing few hours before the two of you fell asleep, but there will always be a little voice in the back of your head that wonders. The more you think about it however, the more it seems to be okay, and a small smile starts tugging at the corners of your mouth. You said yes to the man you want to spend the rest of your life with, and wouldn't want to have it any other way.

~ Earlier that morning ~

''How is the blushing bride-to-be doing today?'' Sebastian asks when he calls you, it is the morning of your wedding to your soon-to-be husband Milo. ''I'm okay, nervous, but that's to be expected when you're about to give yourself to someone else for the rest of your lives, right?'' you ask him, a hint of something in your voice, a little bit of uncertainty laced in there. ''You're going to be okay, Duckie, I promise. And if not, well, you're always welcome to come crash at my place,'' Sebastian said and you know he means it, you've spent many nights on his couch after you and Milo had a big fight. Despite all that, the two of you are getting married today, and you're happy, though you're only 99% sure you should go through with this, and this 1% might get you into trouble later today.

''I know, but it won't be necessary today,'' you told Sebastian and you weren't even entirely convinced of your own words. ''I have to go now though, still have to get ready for the start of the rest of my life,'' and with that, you and Sebastian said your goodbyes. You look over to your wedding dress, which is hanging on the closet door of the bridal suite you're currently getting ready in, and you think about the fact that the one person you want to be there, won't be. Sebastian. After many long discussions and arguments with Milo, you decided not to invite him to keep the peace in your relationship. He has always been jealous of your bond with Sebastian, even though you reassured him a million times it wasn't necessary.

A single tear slips out of the corner of your eye, and you quickly wipe it away before more can follow right behind. You hear a knock on your door and get up to see who's on the other side, and it's your friend Joy, who promised she would do your hair today. ''Hey babe, come in!'' you said with a big smile and you open your arms to pull her in for a big hug. ''Are you okay? You look like there's something wrong,'' she asks, and it is like she can see right through you. ''Yeah, no, I'm fine. Everything's fine...'' you sighed while shaking your head. ''You know what, no, it's not fine and I refuse to keep things in, even on my wedding day,'' you started your rant.

''I just got a call from Seb, and it just fucking sucks he can't be here on my wedding day. Like, the one person I want to be here isn't even invited and I think it's fucking unfair! I just don't get why Milo is so worried, it's not like Seb and I are having an affair or anything, we're just friends,'' you say, the corners of your mouth slightly turning down at the thought of just being friends, and Joy notices, of fucking course she does. ''I know I will be a shitty friend if I don't say this, so here it goes. Are you sure you're making the right decision today, by marrying Milo? I know you love him, and he loves you, but I have a feeling there might be more to this friendship with Seb than you show me. I don't want you to walk down that aisle and do something that'll make you unhappy for the rest of your life,'' she says and you swallow the lump in your throat away.

She's right, you know she is, even though you don't want to admit it out loud. ''No, we're just best friends, that's all,'' you tell her, trying to sound confident and for a second you think it works because she doesn't push any further. That little seed, however, has been firmly planted in your head now. ''Come on, let's do some bridal hair,'' she says and she guides you to the vanity, reassuringly squeezing your shoulders to let you know she's behind you, no matter what choice you will make. About an hour and a half later, your bridal hair is done, and it is time for your make-up.

''Alright, I have to go get ready now, but I will see you at the ceremony. I love you, Y/N, don't you ever forget that,'' she says as she pulls you in for another hug. ''I love you too, Joy, more than you'll ever know,'' you said and you're thankful for having a friend like her. You have a few minutes before Ella, your make-up artist arrives to do your make-up and decide to text Sebastian. You can't get the conversation with Joy out of your head, and can't stop thinking about him not being there.

Duckie 🐥 | I wish you could be here today... God, I miss you so fucking much, it hurts... 🥺

You don't have to wait long to get your answer, within less than a minute Sebastian texted you back.

Seb 💙 | I'm sorry, Duckie, I wish I could be there too. But I know you'll be gorgeous in your dress, so if I would be there I don't think I'd let you walk down that aisle. I would just grab you before you can walk down and keep you all to myself 😉

Seeing his text made your heart beat a thousand times faster. God, this man was doing things to you he really shouldn't. But little do you know, he's closer to the wedding venue than you think, because he has a plan to make his words a reality. He has seen how miserable you are in your relationship with Milo and is determined to at least let you know you have a choice before you go through with the biggest decision of your life.

Before you can answer again you hear a knock on your door again, and it's Ella this time, here to do your make-up. ''Hi, come on in and thank you for being here,'' you say sincerely. She has done your make-up for lots of different occasions, and it wouldn't feel right if she wasn't the one doing your make-up. You settled on a natural look, so your dress and hair can take all the shine they need today. ''You look gorgeous, Y/N, and congratulations again!'' she says before walking out the door. Now you're left all alone, and it's time for you to get into your dress. You picked one that you could get on and off by yourself, and you're glad about that fact now.

Once it's on you stand in front of the lifesize mirror and snap a photo, sending it to Sebastian. He might not be there today, but that doesn't mean he won't get to see how beautiful you look today. All you get back are emojis with heart eyes, and you couldn't be happier, it feels good. Now it's time to go down and walk down the aisle, so you slip into your shoes before heading down, ready to be walked down the aisle by your stepdad. ''Are you ready, darling?'' he asks as you hook your arm in his, and you nod. ''I am, Phil, thank you,'' you say, and not long after, the music starts, signifying that you're coming down the aisle.

~ The wedding ceremony ~

The doors in front of you open, and you get a full view of everyone standing, looking back at you and Phil. Your eyes glide past all the guests, searching for Sebastian, even though you know it won't get you anything. He isn't there, and even though you're well aware of it, your mind still unconsciously searches for him in every room you walk into. You see the white roses adorning the wedding aisle, the white carpet down the path, adorned with light pink rose petals from the flower girls that walked there before you. And then, you look up and look right into the eyes of the man you're going to marry, Milo. You give him a small smile, and he wipes away a few tears at the sight of you.

Your legs walk forward as if they're on autopilot, and before you know it, you're at the front of the aisle, and the guests are sitting down. ''Congratulations, darling, I love you,'' Phil says before giving your hand away to Milo. ''You look beautiful, baby,'' he whispers in your ear and it makes you blush, you're still not used to getting compliments, even after all these years you've been together. ''So do you,'' you say as you look at Milo in a dark blue suit, his hair neatly slicked back, but still a little fluffy, just the way he likes it. You go and stand in front of him after giving your bouquet to Joy, who was also your maid-of-honor, and she smiled at you with a knowing look.

The official ceremony started, and now it's time for the ring exchange. ''Do you, Y/N Y/L/N, take Miles Smiths as your husband, to have and to hold from this day forward for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish until death do you part?'' he asks, and before you can say ''I do'', the doors you walked through earlier swing open, making your eyes snap up to who opened them. There was a loud gasp coming from the guests, and as soon as you locked eyes with the person standing there, your heart started beating a mile a minute. There he is, the person you want to be here more than anyone, he showed up. Sebastian's here, and he won't leave without you.

''What the fuck is he doing here?'' Milo hissed through his teeth at you, but you didn't care. You didn't even look at him, your eyes were fixed on Sebastian in his light blue suit that matched his eyes perfectly. He's walking towards the altar and ignoring every protest that is thrown his way, before stopping in front of you. ''Duckie, you don't have to marry him, I know you don't want to. If you give me the chance, I will show you what real love looks like. I promise to worship you every single minute every single way, in everything that I do. I love you, Duckie, and I'm sorry, but I can't let you marry him without letting you know how I feel. So please, come with me, and I will love you deeper than you ever thought possible,'' he says, slightly out of breath.

''You're fucking stupid if you think she's going with you. She's here to marry me, not you, now is she? Leave us alone, and if I-'' Milo said before he was cut off by you. ''Milo, don't.'' is all you said before looking back at Sebastian, and in your gut you know what you had to do. You looked back at Joy who only gave you a small nod and a very knowing smile, and that is all the push you need to lift the bottom of your dress, walk down the 3 steps and take Sebastian's hand before running out of the wedding venue together. Now, you're officially a runaway bride and you never felt this free before.

~ After the ceremony ~

Sebastian quickly opens his passenger-side door for you and you step in before you can change your mind, not that you were planning on doing so. Sebastian walked to the driver's side and at that moment Milo ran outside to see him get in the car and drive off with his now ex-fiancée. ''Holy shit, I can't believe I did that,'' you laugh breathily, the realization dawning on you that you ran away from your wedding, to start a life with your best friend, the man who you love more than anyone in this entire world. ''I can, and I'm fucking happy you did Duckie,'' he says, making you smile at the nickname he gave you years ago after he found out about your obsession with ducks.

You give him the directions to the hotel you were supposed to go to with Milo, but you don't care anymore. Right now you want to share every single second you can with Sebastian, and both of you plan to take full advantage of the situation right now. When he pulls into the parking garage of the hotel he quickly parks before the two of you get out and go to the check-in desk. ''Hi, we have a reservation under Y/L/N,'' you tell the lady behind the desk. ''Ah, congratulations on your wedding!'' she said and you looked at Seb. ''Thank you so much, I can't believe I finally get to call her my wife,'' he said, pulling you closer and placing a kiss on your temple. It makes your heart race and the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

The lady gives you the pass to the bridal suite and before you know it, you're in the elevator, pushed against the wall by Sebastian who can't wait any longer. He softly held on to your face while carefully pushing your back against the wall as he captured your lips in a kiss, which is something he wanted to do for years now, and he feels amazing knowing that he finally has the chance to kiss you, without thinking about the consequences. For now at least. The elevator bell dings notifying you that you've arrived and he picks you up bridal style so you let out a shriek. ''Seb, we're not at the room yet!'' you say laughing.

You unlock the door with the keycard and push it open before Sebastian walks in, still holding you in his arms and looking at you with nothing but pure adoration in your eyes, and it's been a long time since anyone has looked at you like that. ''I love you, Seb, more than I'll ever be able to express in words,'' you say before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his pink, plump lips. He stops for a few seconds to kiss you back, and when you pull apart he walks to the bed, which is adorned with red rose petals. You kick off your heels before you stand up, so Sebastian can take off your dress.

He pulls the zipper of your dress down when you pulled your hair out of the way, and lets his hand caress the skin that gets exposed by every inch the zipper goes down. He's biting his bottom lip as he slides the sleeves down your shoulders, and the fabric falls to the floor, revealing the white lingerie that you wore underneath, and Sebastian softly gasps when you turn around. ''Fuckin' hell, I can't believe what I've missed out on all these years,'' he whispers as he trails small kisses from your cheek down your jaw and neck, over your shoulder and collarbone, and into the valley of your breasts.

You push his suit jacket off and it falls to the floor as well, followed by his shirt. You can't help but run your hands over the firm planes of his abs as he pulls off the shirt, and now it's your turn to softly gasp. You can see how hard he is right now, and it must be aching, so you do the only thing that feels right. You sink to your knees and unbutton his pants, pulling the zipper and then the pants down so he can step out of them. ''Hm, been thinking about sucking this dick for a while,'' you say as you look up at him from your position, which only gets him harder as his dick twitches in front of your face.

You palm him through his boxer briefs, feeling exactly how hard he is for you right now, and he lets out deep groans at the feeling of your hand on him. ''Please, wrap those pretty lips around it and suck me 'til I shoot my cum down that gorgeous throat,'' Sebastian says and you happily comply. His boxer slides down easily and lands on the floor, receiving the same treatment as all the other clothes. You waste no time and wrap your lips around his thick, red, weeping dick. Precum is already leaking from the tip and you softly suckle on the tip, earning yourself another groan out of the man's chest.

''Fuck,'' he grunts as his fists wind their way into your hair and he pulls softly, making you moan around him, the vibrations are shooting up his spine as he bucks his hips forward. His rock-hard cock is shoved right into your throat and you're glad you don't have too much of a gag reflex, otherwise, you would have a whole different type of conversation right now. You take it in stride as Sebastian keeps thrusting down your throat, and you moan around him while he chants your name like a prayer at the feeling of your warm mouth and throat around him. You keep sucking in your cheeks to give him even more pleasure and before you know it, he shoots ropes and ropes of cum down your throat, and you swallow every last drop of it.

''Jesus, shoulda done that way sooner,'' he grunts as he falls backward onto the bed, and you get up, before crawling onto the bed to straddle him. ''Bein' such a good boy for me, hm?'' you ask as you lean forward, your chest pressing down on his as he's still coming down from his orgasm. ''Yeah, 'm a good boy,'' he says with a small smile on his lips. You kiss him softly, making sure he doesn't crash down from his post-orgasmic bliss and you feel his hands on you, caressing your waist and hips, back to your ass where he gives a soft squeeze. ''Mine,'' he says and he gives it a soft slap with both hands at the same time, and you shoot forward.

''All yours, Seb, it's all for you,'' you coo at him and his arms make their way up your back and to the clasps of your bra. ''Need it off,'' he said and he unhooks it quickly, so you sit up and let him guide the lacy fabric down your arms and onto the floor. Without hesitation he reaches out for your nipples and softly flicks them before squeezing and tugging a little, earning soft moans from you as you writhe on his lap, making him hard again. ''C'mere, sit on my face,'' Sebastian says and you do without a single doubt, making your way onto his chest and his face. ''Wanna taste you, Duckie,'' he says as his strong arms wrap around your thighs.

He pushes you down onto his mouth and starts sucking and licking over your panties, the feeling of the fabric against your clit making you go a little crazy. ''Seb, let me take it off,'' you say as you want to get up, but he doesn't let you. Instead, he pushes it aside and starts eating you out like a man who hasn't eaten in weeks. You moan loudly as he sucks, licks, and kisses your clit, and fucks his tongue inside your entrance. ''S-Seb, 'm close!'' you whine and he takes it as an invitation to attack your clit, making you cum violently in less than a minute afterward. Your legs are shaking as you're coming down from your high, your hands pressed against Sebastian's chest as you try to keep yourself from falling over.

He gently lifts you off of his face and lays you down on the bed, before finally sliding down your panties and positioning himself between your legs. ''Can't wait to feel you wrapped around me, Duckie, never gonna leave,'' he says as he leans down for a kiss, deepening it slowly. Neither of you are in a rush, and you're taking in every single second together. ''Seb, please, fuck me. Want you to put a baby in me,'' you say, not entirely thinking straight, but not regretting what you said either. ''Yeah? Wanna be round with my child? Show everyone our love?'' he asks and you just nod, that's all you want.

''Alright, since you asked so nicely, I will put a baby in ya,'' he says and he grabs his hard cock in his right hand, stroking up and down a few times before moving it through your folds, earning himself a moan. ''Gonna put it in, baby. 'S gonna be a stretch, but you'll take it, won't you?'' he says and you just moan softly in response, you can't wait to feel him slide inside you until he's bottomed out. The first burn is quickly replaced by pleasure as he works more of himself in you. Not long after he's completely inside you, he's home. ''Fuck, feels good,'' you say and Sebastian agrees.

He softly pulls back out before thrusting back in with a bit of force, but not too much. Right now isn't about lust, it's about making nothing but pure, unadulterated love to each other. Soft moans and skin slapping against the skin can be heard throughout the room, but neither of your is rushing it, instead taking it slow and enjoying each other. There are slow, lazy kisses exchanged, and it doesn't take long before you're almost at the edge of another orgasm. ''Seb, 'm close, please, make me cum for you,'' you tell him, and he doesn't have to be told twice. He picks up his pace a little and reaches down to your clit, rubbing it until you fall apart under him.

''S-SEB, yes, f-fuck!'' is all you say as you cum again, and not long after you're being followed by Sebastian, shooting his cum deep inside you before slowly pulling out, and getting a washcloth to clean both of you up. ''Here you go, Duckie, all clean again,'' he says before laying down next to you, and pulling you into his chest, as he puts a kiss on your forehead. ''That was amazing, and I can't wait to do that every single night,'' he says, earning himself a glare from you. ''Kidding, Duckie,'' he said and you closed your eyes and sighed, feeling safe in his arms, and you press a kiss on his cheek. ''Thank you for doing that, you made me see what I was missing out on, and I'm glad I finally found where I belong,'' you say and Sebastian just hugs you tighter at your words.

A few hours have passed, and you look over at Sebastian, who's almost asleep next to you in the wedding suite of the hotel. Naked. Beautiful. And you feel happier than you ever have in your life, and this is when you realize you made the right decision, it was Sebastian all this time, and you were too stupid to see it until now. You cuddle up to him and he nuzzles his nose in your hair. ''Love you, my Duckie,'' he says in your hair and you smile so big it feels like your face is splitting apart. ''Love you too, Seb, more than you'll ever know,'' you whisper as you fall into a deep sleep, content in the arms of the man you love, so so much.

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Old ties

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: An old face from Bucky's past makes a sudden appearance once again, Bucky works towards fixing his past mistakes.

Warnings: Fighting, mild violence, swearing, fluff, kissing, oral (Female receiving), fingering, handjob, vaginal penetration (Protected).

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You round the corner entering the grocery store, strolling up and down the aisles absentmindedly, you make your way into the next aisle when you hear a familiar voice.

"Y/N?"

you turn, shock covering your face as you look the person in the face, he looks different now, more clean and calm, Bucky stares at you another man stood by his side.

"No" You whisper, Bucky steps towards you, you move without thinking dropping everything you were holding as you ran out the store, you could hear Bucky calling you but you just kept going not daring to look back.

You kept running until his voice couldn't be heard any longer, you slowed down turning to check if the coast was clear, a sigh of relief existing as you saw you were alone.

instead of going back to that grocery store you decided to walk across town going to a different store, the walk was long but eventually you found your way home, climbing the stairs to your apartment you unlocked the door, entering you made sure to check every lock before heading to the kitchen dropping the bags onto the counter, deciding a shower would be the best thing you left the shopping and made your way to the bathroom striping of your layers and jumping in the shower, the water flowing down your body.

Your thoughts were consumed by seeing him again, what was he doing here? how did he get out? who was that man? all these questions swirled round, the water began running cold as you finished washing the soap out of your hair, hoping out and wrapping a towel round your body and grabbing the pjs you'd laid out throwing them back and going back into the kitchen to unpack your bags.

however when you entered the kitchen the bags were missing, your guard went up and you grabbed the gun you kept in cabinet by the wall, slowly walking through the apartment you looked round, etching your way into the living room, Bucky was stood in the middle of the room his arms now raised as he look at you.

"Hey Y/N, why don't you just calm down" He spoke softly, you continued to stare at him, your anger increasing by the second, you dropped your gun, charging at the man, you there a bunch as his arms went to block his face, throwing your leg you swept his and he fell to the floor you grabbed a vase of the coffee table in front of you slamming it down Bucky moved his face, he grabbed you and threw you off him.

"Y/N stop!" he yelled at you.

"You broke into my fucking house!" You spoke, grabbing shard of the vase throwing it at him he blocked running at you grabbing your arms, slamming you against the wall, you began to struggle before looking him in the face.

"Get off me!" You whispered.

"Only if you promise you won't attack me and we can talk, please"

You contemplated his word, settling slightly, he let out breathe letting going your arms and stepping away from you, a silence fell over the two of you, you motioned towards one of the chairs in the living room, Bucky took the hint and sat down, you sat on a chair at the opposite end of the living room.

"Why are you here Barnes?" You asked ebbing your hands together.

"Im trying to fix my mistake and when I saw you in the store, I remembered everything that happened between us." He replied slowly, doing eye contact slightly, you stifled a laugh as you looked at him.

"What you think saying sorry is going to fix everything?" You looked Bucky in the eyes, he looked down again.

"No, I don't, but I want to try" He replied, finally looking at you properly, you got up leaving the room, Bucky sighed getting up but stopped when he saw you re-enter with two glasses and some whisky, you poured the amber liquid into the glasses sliding one over to him and sitting back down.

"Go on"

"Okay... I wanted to apologise for everything that happened between us, all the fighting and especially abandoning you, I wasn't in control and I know that no excuse but hurting you is one of my biggest regrets." He finished speaking.

"You left me there, you just left!" You whispered voice shaking slightly at the end, Bucky got up coming to kneel infant of you.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I didn't know what was going on, half the time we were with HYDRA we weren't ourselves and when Steve found me I got to start over" He said, holding onto your hands.

"I get that Bucky, I do but it doesn't stop it from hurting, not to mention the blip, that was the only way I got out, everyone was gone and I got to escape." You said, holding onto his hand even tighter, tears slightly building up.

"The blip was a difficult timeout it's over now, we both get to change things."

You looked him in the eyes.

"So no more Winter Soldier?" You asked.

"No more Winter Soldier, just Bucky Barnes" He whispered, smiling up at you.

"You have a lot of making up to got it"

"Got it"

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Bucky came around a lot more since that day, the two of you would enjoy dinners together, he introduced you to Sam and slowly the past started to patch itself together.

Tonight you and Bucky were hanging out in your apartment, he came over for dinner having cooked lasagne, the two of you were now sat on the sofa watching a movie.

Bucky's arm was behind you as your curled yourself up getting closer to him.

"Okay you keep watching I have to go get ready for bed" You spoke, getting up patting his knee, he watched you leave as you waltzed into your bedroom stripping your clothes off and chucking them in the hamper, you stood in your room in your underwear as you search for a set of pajamas to put on.

"God I forgot how good you looked"

You turned around surprised to see Bucky's figure in the door way, your hands went to your chest as you covered yourself.

"Bucky what-" you began before he interrupted you.

"What, you gone shy on me now sweetheart?"

He was taunting you, you uncrossed your arms, your head held much higher.

"There she is"

"Shut up Bucky what are you doing?" You asked stepping towards him, his gaze going down to keep with your eyes, you were now inches away from him, he raised his hand to your cheek, caressing it slightly

"You're so beautiful" he whispered leaning in.

"Bucky please" You pleaded as you leaned in his touch, hands going to his chest, he smiled before connecting your lips with his, the kiss was gentle and slow and then he pulled you closer to him holding your hips; as your arms wound themselves around his necks, the kiss growing more intense and hungry.

"You're wearing too many clothes it's not fair" You spoke leaning back as you pulled at his shirt, he reached down throwing his shirt off as you undid his belt he maintained eye contact as he removed his jeans now the two of you stood in just underwear, he stepped forward leaning down towards your neck, kissing down slowly slipping down your bra strap till his hand was on the buckle.

"God Bucky" You moaned as your bra fell to the floor and Bucky's mouth clasped around your nipple.

You held his head pulling him up as you stepped back, turning the two of you, pushing him down and straddling his lap.

"Hi" You whispered.

"Hey" Bucky replied smiling up at you, you leaned back in kissing one another, your hand moved down his body as you palmed his growing erection, he moaned into your mouth, your hand went into his underwear grabbing his erection as your hand started moving up and down.

"Fuck sweetheart" Bucky moaned as he tipped his head back, you moved your lips to his necks, be grabbed your hand halting your actions.

"As much a I love this, I'm in the mood for something else" He spoke looking up at you.

"Oh what did you have in mind?" You teased, he chuckled before he flipped the two of you over, your back hitting the bed, he shuffled down removing your panties and placing your legs over his shoulders.

His mouth moved between your legs taking you in as he brought you absolute bliss, your fingers raking their way through his hair, your head tilting back moaning into the empty space of your room.

His hand trailed its way up, inserting two fingers inside of you, your legs tightened around him.

"Oh Bucky, yes just like that" You moaned, his fingers spread up curling against your walls.

"Yes fuck I'm gonna cum"

"Go on sweetheart" He whispered as he dove back in, the not in your stomach winding tighter and tighter, with one more lick of his tongue the not broke as your climax hit you, Bucky's hand helping you ride through it, your breath was laboured, Bucky came back up leaning over you.

"hang on" you said as you leaned over to your bedside drawer, pulling at a condom and holding it in front of Bucky, he smiled taking it from you and unwrapping it, throwing the package as he put it on himself.

"You ready" He whispered as he lined him self up.

"God yes" You replied, he slides him self in giving you a moment to adjust, your mouth hung open as you got used to him, he started to move in and out, settling on a pace, your hand gripping at his shoulders.

"Fuck Y/N you feel so good" Bucky spoke, a grunt escaping his throat, he sped up slightly, pulling you legs up until they were round his waist.

You pulled his face towards you joining your lips, the kiss was heated, your body's against each other, it was like heaven on earth.

"Bucky-" you began.

"I know sweetheart, me too" he completed your sentence, you looked at each other as your climaxes hit, helping one another, Bucky slowed, head against your chest.

"You okay?" You asked, Bucky hummed, pulling out he sat up pecking you in the lips before he went to your bathroom, coming back and cleaning you up, you hissed at the touch smiling down at him, he chuckled the cloth into the hamper before relaxing back into the bed, you leaned into his chest, his arm around you once again.

"I missed you Bucky"

"I missed you to Y/N"

You looked up at him.

"Bucky, I'm glad we found each other again" You spoke softly, he looked down at you, adoration in his eyes.

"I'm glad too, and I know this doesn't make up for everything but I hope it's a start" He said stroking your hair.

"Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time for that" you said leaning back down, Bucky smiled, the two of you relaxing into the bed.

[duuhrayliegh]

hey babes can i request more seb x singer!reader? thank youuuu :)

slowing down

Neither of you says anything for a few minutes, basking in the uninterrupted silence. In the recesses of your shared apartment, you can hear the faint click of the air conditioning. Raindrops hit the bay windows in your living room and you just know that the sunrise is going to be beautiful. or in which you can't sleep

pairing: seb stan x singer!reader (that’s right, I'M FUCKING BACK FOR MORE BABY)

warnings: it's kind of angsty? idk i didn't mean for it to be but i guess here we are?

a/n: of course you can love! i'm in the world's worst slump but i refuse to let this stop me. i can honestly tell you that this will probably be really shitty but nevertheless here we are :/

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You're quick to dim the glow of your phone, the illumination too much for your dry eyes. You're halfway through your North American tour and have finally reached the break in your schedule. Three whole days that you're able to fully relax and recharge after two months.

Two excruciating months that you spent away from home, sleeping in hotel bed after hotel bed, chasing peace and quiet on airplanes, private cars, and green rooms.

Two long months without Seb.

It wasn't so bad at first. I mean let's be real, you both have busy lives. He's a leading Hollywood actor who has film execs fighting tooth and nail to cast him in their upcoming projects. And you're touring your second album, playing in venues both large and small, never stopping for longer than five minutes.

Until now. When you were first planning out your tour schedule with your management company, you insisted that there be a break halfway through the run. You wouldn't label yourself as a homebody, but you're something close to it.

You knew yourself well enough to predict when you could burn out. Much to the dismay of your team, you refused to even consider a tour unless it had the required time off built in.

You've watched too many of your friends have to cancel shows to recuperate, you wouldn't do that to your fans. People have real lives outside of concerts--it's not always sunshine and rainbows, but rescheduling shows was the last thing you were willing to do. Compromise wasn't an option for this decision, and thankfully they bent to your demands rather quickly.

What you didn't account for was how wired you'd be.

You made sure to plan your time off for after your New York shows. That way you would already be where Sebastian was and you could spend the break with the man you love.

You'd think your body would enjoy the break. Instead, it doesn't seem to realize it's on a break. So here you lay, doom-scrolling on your phone with the brightness turned so low you might as well not even be on it.

You closed and opened the same three apps for the past thirty minutes. A lump is beginning to form in the back of your throat and your eyes are starting to burn. You could feel your breaths coming in faster intervals, fighting against the exhaustion in your bones. The words on your phone screen start turning into just random letters, then blurring altogether, becoming one big glowing blob in your hand that your mind can't seem to fathom.

"Birdie?" Sebastian's baritone startles you back to reality. You quickly flip the screen into the duvet, stifling the dim object from his sleepy view.

His hand finds yours, running his fingers over your tense knuckles that grip the phone steady. He pries the device from your grip and places it face down on his bedside table.

"What's wrong, bird?" By this point, he's preparing for whatever you throw at him. Sebastian's front molds to your back, pulling you into his warm skin.

"Do you ever feel so exhausted that you reach the point that you're not tired anymore?" Your voice is soft, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet any more than you already have. Sebastian's fingers are still tracing meaningless shapes on your knuckles as he hums against your bare shoulder.

Neither of you says anything for a few minutes, basking in the uninterrupted silence. In the recesses of your shared apartment, you can hear the faint click of the air conditioning. Raindrops hit the bay windows in your living room and you just know that the sunrise is going to be beautiful.

"Like, you spend so long waiting for something and then once you get it, you're disappointed?" You breathe the words into the void before you can stop yourself. It's only when you realize what you've said do you rush to correct yourself. "Not that I'm disappointed. That's not what I meant."

Sebastian hums in acknowledgment. Beneath the blankets, he tangles his legs with yours, wrapping you in the comfort you've been without for the past two months.

“It's just that my mind won't stop running. Like, I've done the damn thing. I planned the time off so that this wouldn't happen." Your breathing quickens again but slows as soon as Sebastian nudges your feet with his. Tears pool along your lash line, threatening to spill over out of frustration? exhaustion? pure anger? You aren't able to fully discern what you're feeling.

"I'm just so. damn. tired, Bastian." Your voice lilts into a whine at the end, but you both know it's to mask the chink in your armor. You shuffle to plant your face in his chest, attempting to shield yourself from the world outside.

Something you've learned about yourself is that you're so quick to give. The first to volunteer yourself. Always think of everyone else before yourself. It's a quality that people envy.

What they don't know is the toll it takes on the giver. The volunteer. The thinker. The envied. They don't know that you lay awake at night, exhausted beyond all reason with your mind racing when you try to put yourself first for a change.

"I don't know how to make it stop." He wraps you in his arms, burying both hands in your hair at the base of your neck. "I don't know how to make my mind quiet."

Frustration oozes from your every fiber and it makes you burrow deeper into Sebastian's hold. You squeeze your eyes shut, the action causing a throb to form in between your brows. You begin to match Sebastian's breathing, allowing your chests to rise and fall in sync. You rest your forehead on his collarbone and listen to the even beating of his heart.

No more words are exchanged. No more admissions. No more almost insults. No more dimly lit phone screens.

Just the rain. And the whir of the AC. And the matched breaths.

All the worries and troubles are pushed aside to be another day's problem.

For now, you'll rest.

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Sebastian Stan

[mavrellover91]

Babies with Seb: Part one

Hey, guys sorry I have been MIA for wow months but life literally turned to shit and I have had to find my creativity again. I hope you enjoy my new series.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Female reader

Warning: Agnst, fluff.  Smut flashback:  P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys). Dirty talk.     

Word count: 3806 (I may have gotton carried away) 

A/N: I give no permission for my work to be copied, translated and or posted anywhere else online.

Oh God, why, oh why did he have to be running in the park this morning? All I wanted was to go for a quick walk in Central Park before it got too hot in the summer sun, but I should have known that with my luck that he would be here. I just stand there as his steel blue eyes move down my body and land on my stomach. Fucking Sebastian Stan is staring at my huge pregnant stomach, thanks to the twins I am currently carrying. After staring at my belly for what seems like forever his eyes flick up to mine with so many questions in them. Fuck why does he have to look so fucking good all sweaty from his run? It has been almost four and a half months since we last saw each other after a night of hot drunk sex that changed my life.                      

 “Y/n…Umm hi”

“Hi Sebastian”

“Is it….” He stops himself from asking the question that he really wants to know as his eyes flick around our surroundings remembering that we are in a public park.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” I offer as I can see that he is uncomfortable about talking about this in the park. “Umm yeah sure, give me a minute” he tells me before running off to a group guys standing off to the side watching us. Fuck, great Don Saladino and their friends are watching us. This just adds another level to this nightmare. I’m not sure why I am so embarrassed by this whole situation I mean I did try to contact Sebastian when I found out I was pregnant but my only opinion was to DM him on Instagram, which I knew wasn’t the best way of contacting him but he didn’t leave me with no other choice. I mean was a drunk one-night stand and I knew that going in. I was lost in my head I did not even notice that Sebastian had run back to me until he was in front of me “lead the way” he tells me as he sweeps his arm in front of me. We start walking back to the closest opening of the park.

 I fight the urge to look around us, to see if anyone is watching us. As we reach the road my luck seems to change as a taxi pulls up and lets a couple out, Sebastian walks ahead and catches the driver's attention before he could pull away. Sebastian holds the door open as I slide in. After climbing in himself I give the driver my address and he takes off. We sit in uncomfortable silence as the driver weaves his way through traffic to get to my place. The driver tried to break the awkwardness by asking how far along I am and went I say four and a half months I feel Sebastian shift in his seat. The driver not understanding how awkward the two of us are being goes on about his wife’s pregnancy. I thank God went we put up to my apartment. Sebastian pulls out his wallet and pays the driver, before opening the door once he gets out, he holds out his hand to help me out. We walk into my building and the elevator. Once we are in my apartment, we just stand there looking at each other waiting for the other one to start talking. “Is it mine?” he asks.

 Wow, I want to get mad at him for asking, even though I knew the question was coming, did he really think that I was that big of a slut that I would jump from one guy to another in a short amount of time? God, I remember telling him that I do not normally do this type of thing. God, I hate one-night stands, just the thought of them leaves me feeling gross. “Yes, they are yours,” I tell him in a tight voice trying hard not to let my emotions get the best of me. “They?” he asks, “twins” I reply. I watch his face as he realises that he is not only going to have one baby with a stranger but two. As if his legs give out on him, he sits down on my couch, the same couch these babies could have been conceived on. God just thinking about it makes me wet stupid pregnancy hormones.

 Remembering how we could keep our hands off each other in the Uber back to mine from the bar, how after closing my front door he pushed me up against it attacking my lips as if he wanted to devour me. I remember how I placed my hands on his chest pushing him back until the back of his legs hit the couch, before giving him one last kiss and pushing him back so that he falls onto the couch. Then standing in between his legs I grabbed the bottom of my dress and pulled it up over my head, letting it fall to the ground leaving me in just my panties. His hands then move to my hips pulling me onto his lap. As I straddled his thighs, I start started rubbing my hot wet core against his hard cock through the layer of our clothes, as his mouth reclaimed mine. I then reached between our bodies, pulled his shirt off and ran my hands over his abs to his pants. Undo them and slide my hand between his body and the waistband of his boxers to wrap my hand around his thick length.

  I remember him moaning into my mouth as I pulled his cock out and started pumping my hand up and down the length of his cock. As his hands roamed over my body down my stomach to my pussy. Pushing my panties to one side he moved me closer to his body. Holding his cock in my hand I moved it up and down my slit collecting my juices before guiding it to my hole. We moaned into each other’s mouths as I slid down his cock until he filled and stretched my pussy. I remembered how I bounced up and down his length as he rubbed my clit. I remember him whispering in my ear how good my pussy felt around his cock, how I was his good girl, how I was his dirty little slut and how he was going to fuck me until I milked him dry. I remember him moaning that he was close and for me to be his good girl and cream on his cock and how as if I were waiting for his permission, I came so hard as he bucked up into me and painted my walls with his cum.

 Shaking my head to get rid of the memories of us together, I walked over to the fridge and grab the ultrasound I had done last week. While at the fridge I grab myself a bottle of water “would you like something to drink” I asked Sebastian. He brought his head up a looked at me for the first time since he sat down, making me wonder if he was also reliving what happened that night. Looking at the bottle of water in my hand he replied, “water would be lovely, thank you.” Grabbing another bottle, I walked back to the couch and sat down next to him placing both the water bottle and the ultrasound photos down in front of him. Sebastian reached for the ultrasound and picked it up looking at them. “How far along are you,” he asked quietly not taking his eyes off the pictures of our children. Swallowing the lump of emotions swelling up inside my chest as a watched staring at the photos “18 weeks and 4 days”. He then looks into my eyes and then down at my bump with longing in his eyes. I grab his hand and place it on my stomach where one of the babies was kicking. His eyes widened and then start to water as he feels the little feet press against my skin. “Wow, that’s amazing.”

 We stay like this for a good 10 minutes laughing and smiling at each other as I move his hand around my stomach as the babies kick. “I must ask...” he says shyly as if he doesn’t want to ruin the moment and risk me being mad “why didn’t you try and contact me?” Moving away from him trying hard not to get mad “I did, I DMed you through Instagram as you didn’t leave a number or anything” I reply. I watch his face as he works through all his emotions. “I do not go on Instagram often and I do not read any of the DMs. Fuck Y/n I am sorry I left the way I did. I should have given you my number I mean we had unprotected sex three times that night” “four” “what?” “We had unprotected sex four times. Once on the couch, twice in my bed and then in the shower,” I tell him. He stares at me and smiles as he remembers that night “your right four times” he starts to laugh. “God that was the best night of my life, I lost count of how many times I came inside you.” “The best night of your life?” I ask in a small shy voice “Yes, baby! The best night of my life and could not stop thinking about you. Hoping we would run into each other again. I even went back to the bar the following weekend hoping that you would be there. God, I wish I had gotten your number. I could have been there from the start instead of missing four months of your pregnancy” I just stare at him not sure what to say or do.

  Tears start rolling down my cheeks “oh baby, please don’t cry” he tells me as he wraps me in his arms bring a hand up to my face wiping the tears off my cheeks “if you will let me, I want to be part of your and our children’s lives. I want to hold your hand at your appointments, I want to help build and decorate the nursery. I want to watch our children come into this world. I want to hold you as you sleep, and most importantly I want to protect all three of you from the horrors of the world.” After he stops talking all I can do is stare at him not sure what to say. I want to jump into his lap, let him hold me and let him be there for me and our children but I am scared to let him in only for him to realise that we are more than he bargained for and then leave me to be a single parent. “Can we take it slow? I mean not too slow?” I say as a wave my hand around my stomach. “I need time and I need you to show me that will stick around and that you not just saying these things in the heat of the moment. You just found out that you are not only going to be a father but a father of twins. You need time to wrap your head around that” I can see in his eyes that he wants to argue but I stop him by saying “I have my 20-week scan in two weeks. Take these two weeks to think about what you want and if that is us come to my appointment and we can figure it out from there.”

  I slide my phone out of my pocket, unlock it, and place it in his hand “put your number in here and I will text you with the details of the appointment” I watch as he puts his number in my phone and then texts himself. “I know you think you want us now but please do take this time to think about what it is that you want. Having children is life-changing, I took time to think about if being a parent is what I wanted, and you also need time as well.” I get up and walk to the door, he also gets up and follows me “I will take the time you think I need and think about everything but know this I will be at that scan, and I will be by your side” he says as he pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. As I close the door behind him, I really do hope he means what he said. I text him the appointment details and hope he will show up. He replies see you on the 10th beautiful. Sighing I cannot help but wonder if I just fucked up my only chance of having a family for my children. “I really hope daddy is going to show up,” I tell my children as I rub my hands over my bump.

 Two weeks later I am sitting in the waiting room at my doctor's clinic watching the door hoping Sebastian walks through those doors and is ready to be a father. We texted on and off the last couple of weeks with him checking up on me and the twins. We talked about work and how I was handling working as a PreK teacher. We talked about our families, and how I was handling being so far away from them. It seemed like he did care about me and did want to be part of my life. As the minute until my appointment ticked by, I became increasingly worried that he was not going to show up and that I would once again be doing this all by myself. As the nurse called my name and get up and walk over to her, the front doors burst open and Sebastian runs up to me “I am so sorry I am late, my meeting ran late and then I was stuck in traffic. Please tell me I did not miss it?”

  I stare at him with a big smile on my face pulling him into my arms, telling him “No Seb you are right on time.” The nurse looks a little shocked at who is standing in front of her rubbing his hands over my belly and arms. Pulling herself together she directs us to an exam room where she weights me, takes my blood, asks for a urine sample, and tells us to wait for the doctor. After peeing in the cup and leaving it on the little shelf in the bathroom. I sit down next to Sebastian and just look at him. He is here, he is here sitting next to me as we wait to see our babies. Tears start rolling down my face “Oh y/n baby please do not cry. I cannot stand to see you cry” he tells me as he wraps me up in his arms “their happy tears Seb, I am so happy that you are here. I thought that you decided that you did not want us when you were not here before the appointment” I cry into his shirt leaving tear strains on the front of it.

 “Oh, baby there is nowhere else I would rather be than here with you. I am sorry I could not be here earlier like I wanted to be, but this morning was a shit show meeting with my management team and a director for this new project that we have been trying off the ground” he starts rambling on nervously. “It’s ok you are here now and that is all that matters,” I tell him as I lean into him placing my hand on his cheek. Turning his face and pressing his lips into my palm “wild horses couldn’t keep me away.” He places one of his hands on my neck and the other behind my head bringing his lips to mine as he kisses me lightly as if the check my reaction just as I open my lips to deepen the kiss the door opens as the doctor walks in “oh so sorry I did knock and through I heard you say yes” she says looking a little bit flustered. She did hear me say yes but not to her but to Sebastian’s lips being on mine.

 Pushing aside any embarrassment we were feeling Doctor St James introduced herself to Sebastian “Hi I am Doctor St James, and you must be the dad. Nice to meet you” looking proud Sebastian replies “Yes, I am dad, Sebastian Stan. Nice to meet you too” Doctor St James looked at me probably remembering how I told her that the father was not in the picture but being the professional that she is, she pushed that to the side and starts asking all the normal questions. “So, Y/n how have you been feeling? Do you still have any morning sickness? No pain or discomfort? No more bleeding?” At the bleeding comment, Sebastian looks at me worried. “No more bleeding since that time when I first found out I was having twins at 8 weeks,” I tell them reassuring Sebastian that everything is fine “I am still a little nauseous in the mornings but no vomiting for the last two weeks. Here is hoping it stays that way, I really hate vomiting. A little bit of discomfort in my hips and ribs but I am guessing that is because the babies are growing putting pressure on them.” As I answer all her questions I grab Sebastian’s hand and give it a little squeeze reassuring him that we are ok.

  “That is great to hear about the bleeding. If it does happen again, please do not hesitate to call me. I am sorry to say that with twins the vomiting and nausea does stay around a bit longer than a singleton pregnancy due to extra hormones but hopefully you are on the other side of the morning sickness. As for the discomfort in your hips and ribs, you are right about the babies putting pressure on them. The discomfort in your hips could also be from your pelvis starting to move getting ready for you to give birth.” She asks me some more questions and then asks if we had any questions. To which I look at Sebastian and then ask “I have a question about sex” Sebastian quickly turns and looks at me slightly embarrassed.

 Doctor St James smiles at me “what’s your question Y/n?” “Those are silly questions but is it safe to be having sex? Can sex hurt the babies? When having sex should we be using protection?” Doctor St James smiles at us “let me start off with there are no silly questions Y/n. Ok, it is safe for you to have sex as long as you are comfortable and have no pain however when you get into the later stages of your pregnancy there will come a time when I advise you to stop having sex to avoid going into preterm labour but as you get to that point I will let you know. Sex will not hurt the babies as the penis can not get passed the cervix. As protection, I recommend that my mother’s use it if they are having sex with more than one person or there is a chance of STIs. I hope that answers any of your questions. Please remember if have any more later do not hesitate to contact us. Ok, are we ready to see our babies? Are we finding out the sex of the babies today?” “Yes,” Sebastian and I answer at the same time.

 We look at each other and smile. Hopping up onto the exam table and lifting my top over my belly, the doctor quickly takes measurements and pushes on my stomach. “Ok let us get to the fun stuff and have a look at these babies of yours,” Doctor St James tells us as she moves the ultrasound machine closer to the table “all right Y/n you know the drill this might be cold,” she tells me as she pours the gel onto my stomach “yup that’s cold” I laugh. Hold out my hand for Sebastian who brings his chair closer to the table and takes my hand. “Ok, here’s baby A” Doctor St James tells us as she pushed buttons on the machine and the most magical sound in the world fills the room, the sound of one of our babies’ heartbeat. She moves the wand around taking measurements and pictures as we watch the screen. I turn my head and look at Sebastian who cannot take his eyes off the screen, watching the baby on the screen with tears pouring down his cheeks. After a couple of minutes, Doctor St James moves the wand around to find the second baby. “There you are” she exclaims when she finds baby B “baby B wanted to play hide and seek today” she laughed at her joke. Once again, the heartbeat fills the room making Sebastian and I give each other watery smiles.

 After she finished taking all the measurements and photos, she needs she then turns to us “are you guys ready to find out what you are having?”  “Yes” I exclaim “Ok baby A is a boy and baby B is a girl, congratulations you're going to have one of each” the doctor leaves us to have a moment to ourselves tell us that she will have pictures printed off for us when we are ready. As I wipe the gel off my belly and pull down my top, I have tears running down my face. Once my top is in place Sebastian helps me to sit up and pulls me into his arms and kisses me “God Y/n that was unbelievable hearing our babies’ heartbeats was magical. I can not thank you enough for this beautiful gift and I cannot wait to meet them. God a little girl who is going to look just like her mama” “and a little boy who is as handsome as his daddy” I finish for him. “Let’s get out of here and back to your place so we can talk and celebrate,” Sebastian tells me as he holds out his hand and opens the door.

 “Let’s go home,” I tell him I take his hand and let him lead me out to the front deck where we get our ultrasound photos and head out to his car. As I used Uber to get to the appointment I hop in the front seat of his car and we head back to my place, hopefully, soon we will have a place together to call home.

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𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚-𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏

hello, my babies! I am so so so sorry for disappearing and for not writing! I keep running into writer's block, especially regarding my requests, as there's an overload of smut in there, and there are only so many times you can write smut, haha. I hope you like what I've written, all thanks to sebastian stan for looking so fine and @lovebittenbyevans for putting the idea of cop sebastian in my mind! I am open to turning this into a small series, kinda like what @navybrat817 does with their fics. inspired by this photo

summary - there's a fundraising event in your small town, and you happen to run into the hottest officer in town.

warning - the word cunt is used, and thoughts of feeling something's hand against their private parts.

the gif and header I use aren't mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

It was a hot day as you walked toward the fundraising function held at the local park. Your cherry-printed sundress flowed perfectly in the breeze, and your pink glossy plumped lips spread into a soft smile as you passed by your friendly neighbours. You approach your friend's coffee stand, thanking her graciously, as she instantly hands you the cold drink. Your lips immediately wrap around the straw, drinking the liquidity goodness into your mouth.

“Sooo, baby. Did you see Sebastian?!” Your friend whisper-yells, staring at you with wide eyes as though she has some secrets to spill. You shake your head, not knowing that he is here. “Oh my god! You need to see him! If you thought he was hot in his uniform, you’re going to be on the ground when you see his outfit!” 

You giggle, shaking your head at your friend’s excitement. “You and every other woman in town are obsessed.” You look through her assortment of snacks she has set out, not wanting to look around for the man you guys are talking about. “How much do you want for the coffee?” You reach into your small pink bag, ready to take out your purse.

“Nothing, it was already paid for before you arrived.” You look at her with furrowed brows, and she smirks at you in response. 

“I have a feeling you won’t tell me who.” You squint at her. “Unbelievable.” You shake your head, “Alright, well. I’m going to go look around for a bit.” You lean over and give her a hug before setting off and beginning to look around at the stalls everyone has set up. You hear laughter, and your eyes follow the sound. There stands the police force, all chatting and having a good time. Your breath hitches as your eyes land on Sebastian, one of the hottest officers in your small town. He stands, glistening into the sun with a tan, his body somehow sparkling. Your eyes move down, gulping as you notice his white wife-beater hugging his figure perfectly, how bulky and oversized his biceps look in it. Your gaze moves down, feeling drool in your mouth as you notice his nicely fit slacks. A whimper nearly falls from your lips. The thing that really ties the whole look together is his little man bun. 

You hear a cheer, followed by your name being called, and your eyes move around the group until you land on Anthony, his hands waving around, causing the other men to look over, and you give a soft smile. “Y/n! Come over, baby!” You walk over, chuckling as his arms wrap around you and bring you into a hug. “We’ve been looking for you! Well, actually… Ow!” You look up in time to see a can bouncing off Anthony’s head, and he glares at someone. “What the hell, man?! That’s littering!”

You turn your head, feeling your heart pound as your eyes connect with pretty blues. Sebastian smirks, giving you a nod. “Sorry, Bud. Couldn’t have you running your mouth, especially in front of this gorgeous woman.” He winks, and you feel your cheeks heat up. He spreads his arms, raising a brow. “Where’s my hug, Princess?” You slowly move from Anthony’s hold and into Sebastian’s. Your arms wrap around him, and you sink into him. Your eyes flutter closed, feeling your head become fuzzy as you take in his delicious scent. How could he smell and feel so nice? He should be illegal. “I see you received the coffee.” Sebastian pulls back and gives you a smirk, his eyes flicker down to your plump lips, and his tongue flicks out as he imagines what your gloss would taste like against his lips. 

“You’re the one who bought this for me?!” You look at him, shocked but not surprised. Sebastian had always managed to pay for your things before you even arrived. He nods before directing his attention to the group, spinning you so your back is against his front and his arms wrap around your waist. Your body heats up, feeling your cunt throb from his actions. “Thank you…” You let out quietly, softly smiling as he leans down and kisses the top of your head in response.

“Damn! You’re wasted being a cop, Stan!” Anthony chuckles, sipping his coffee as he stands with his hand in his pocket. 

Sebastian huffs, “And why is that, Mackie?” Anthony smirks, looking between you and Sebastian.

“Because you’re killing all the ladies!” You burst out into a fit of giggles, “So, you would’ve made a great criminal.” Anthony’s brows wiggle, “Sebastian Stan! Killer of Women! He’s the killer that gets away!” His voice booms, and the other officers laugh. 

“Hmm, I could get on that. But there’s only one lady that I’d love to kill with my charm.” Sebastian smirks, looking down at you without you noticing. He pulls you flush against his body, enjoying the shivers that run through you. You felt nice in his arms. Your gaze followed his tanned arms and landed on his large, veiny hands, accessorised with rings. Ones that make you wonder what they would feel like against your most sensitive part. You enjoy being this close to him. You could feel the jealous daggers from the women around you, but you didn’t care about them. You were in Officer Stan’s arms, the hottest guy in town.

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[sarahrogersevans]

Actors Behind The Scenes- Sebastian Stan Shy!xreader Fan Fic

Summary: Sebastian and reader are best friends & film Captain America Civil War together and reader is having a rough time and then Seb takes reader back to his place and surprises her with a blanket Fort and wants to admit something …

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of anxiety and feeling upset, Soft gentle Seb, shy reader, let me know if I miss anything

(Y/N’s POV)

Just got done filming the airport battle scene of Captain America Civil War and I’m feeling a lot of things right now. I went to go change out of my character uniform and change into some normal clothes and I tried not to cry but fighting against Sebastian was hard because it felt real, even though he always told me that everything would be ok and just have fun which it was fun but just really exhausting. I finished getting changed and saw Sebastian over by Anthony Mackie and I walked over to Sebastian and hugged him. Sebastian got worried after hearing me crying and said “hey doll hey shhh shhh you ok?” I hugged closer to him and said “just need a hug from you.” Sebastian smiled and pulled me closer and said “hey I’m here now I got you Y/N, feeling tired?” I nodded and he rubbed my back saying “yea you seem pretty worn out love, how about I take you back to my place and we can hang out and relax hmm? Sound good?” I smiled at Seb feeling shy and said “ok, could I maybe nap at your place?” Seb smiled and said “of course doll it’s not a problem come on let’s go.”

(Sebastian’s POV)

We got to my place a little while later after stopping at a restaurant for lunch and we walked inside and I put my keys on the table in the kitchen and said “alright here we are, let’s get you upstairs so you can rest and I’ll clean up a bit so we can watch a movie down here ok?” Y/N nodded at me while walking close to me, I had her lay down on my bed and put the blankets over her gently and kissed her forehead smiling at my beautiful best friend and said “ok, you get some rest hon I’ll go get the living room set up so we can watch a movie and if you need anything either text me or come get me, I’ll be right back to wake you up I promise.” Y/N smiled while falling asleep and said “thank you Sebastian .. for taking care of me.” I blushed and said “always, get some rest.” I closed the door quietly and went downstairs and tried to think of the best way to make the living room cozy for watching movies and then I remembered she loves blanket forts with fairy lights!

I got all of the blankets out of my closet and the fairy lights and set up the fort first right by the tv and then hung up the fairy lights along the walls and turned the lights off and the fairy lights came on and I felt so happy knowing she would love it. I got the snacks out and some drinks and then I went back upstairs to wake up Y/N and when I opened the bedroom door she was just waking up and I smiled at her and said “hey you, good timing I was just gonna come wake you up! Did you sleep well?” Y/N stretched and said “mhm, thank you again for letting me nap in here Seb I really needed it.” I sat close to her and wrapped my arms around her and said “hey you don’t have to thank me, I’d do anything for you, by the way downstairs I have a surprise for you that I think you’ll love.” Y/N looked at me confused but I could tell she was excited and got up and said “lead the way sir!”

I took her hand and lead her downstairs and we walked into the living room and I said “surprise!! I made you a blanket fort knowing you love them and wanted the living room to be cozy for us.” Y/N cried and hugged me saying “thank you Seb!.. thank you for this, it means the world to me oh and you hung up some fairy lights! I love those, thank you for everything! May I?..” I opened the fort and said “after you darling.” I followed her in and we sat down and Y/N looked around after laying on a pillow and I just adore this woman and love seeing her happy. I looked at her looking through the movies and I thought now would be a good time to tell her how I really feel about her though I was really nervous but I didn’t wanna lose this chance. I sat a bit closer to Y/N and said “hey Y/N, before we watch anything there’s something I was hoping to talk to you about.” Y/N sat up and said “oh, of course Sebastian what’s on your mind??” I loved how she always looked at me and really listened and made me feel heard and she always cared about how I felt.

I blushed and said “ok so, you know you mean a lot to me right? I would do anything for you.” She smiled and said “I know you would Seb and I care about you too a lot, are you ok?” I got more nervous and said “oh yea I’m ok, it’s just.. I love you Y/N like I really love you and you make me smile everyday and I love spending time with you, there’s no one I’d rather spend my time with than you. You’re an amazing woman and I wanted to let you know how I really feel about you.” Y/N blushed and took my hands in her and said “Oh Seb, I’m so glad you told me because I’ve had those same feelings for you for a while now and I was always too nervous to say anything, being close to you feels right and I always look forward to spending time with you, you do so much for me and I’m so grateful, I love you Seb.” I cupped her face in my hands and moved closer to kiss her and it just felt like time stopped and my heart was racing and I smiled at her feeling so damn lucky. I kissed her forehead gently and then put in a movie and cuddled close Y/N feeling so happy she was mine.

Hey lovelies!!! I hope you enjoy this fic 😊♥️♥️ I thought the idea for this one would be really sweet, enjoy xx

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You're too Sweet for Me (Grumpy!Sebastian Stan x Sunshine!Assistant!Reader)

Sebastian Stan Masterlist

Chapter 1

Word Count: 2,099

Warnings: None.

A/N: Alrighty! I have fixed it, it is now a x reader fic!

They say never meet your heroes, yet here you were, working for him. At only 25 years old, Y/N decided to make the move to New York City, it was a bold move. she had known California to be her home since birth, but with her recent breakup, Y/N felt like it was suffocating her. She needed a change a big one, so she grabbed all her shit and her dog and moved to NYC. 

Getting the job as Sebastian Stan’s assistant was just the cherry on the top, she never imagined working for the actor she had a major crush on, but he wasn’t everything she saw in interviews. He spent most of his time angry or silent. Y/N decided not to let his moodiness ruin her mood because she was living the dream. 

“You’re late,” Emily, Sebastian’s manager, says as Y/N walks into Sebastian’s apartment. 

“I know, I know,” Y/N sighed setting down her bag on the counter. “What am I dealing with today? Two cups of coffee or do you think one will do?” 

She glanced towards the office where Sebastian spent most of his time, “Make it two.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Jesus.” Making her way into the kitchen and began making some coffee. 

“Did you go check out that restaurant I told you about?” Emily asks, leaning against the counter. 

“Yes, I did. It still doesn’t beat the tacos back home.” 

Emily smiled. “You miss California?” 

“Yes and no.” 

A frustrated yell echoed through the apartment, Emily and Y/N looked at each other. “If only the coffee machine could go any faster,” she said, grabbing Sebastian’s favorite mug from the cupboard. 

“I should head out, but I’ll send you more recommendations. There’s this Thai place you should try out, it’s near your apartment,” Emily said as she made her way to the door. 

“Wish me luck,” Y/N sighed. 

“Good luck,” she smirked before leaving the apartment. 

Y/N poured Sebastian his coffee before rushing over to his office. 

“A coffee a day keeps the grumpiness at bay,” Y/N said, placing Sebastian’s mug on his desk. It was just the way he liked it, with a dash of oat milk. Y/N wondered if maybe that’s why he was always such a big grump. 

“I am not grumpy.” Sebastian rolled his eyes before turning around, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

“Sure, and I’m not bisexual. Oh, wait, Yes I am.” 

Sebastian rolled his eyes again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Remind me why I hired you again?” 

“Because I needed a job and I saw a posting about ‘Assistant needed’ and I thought, hey! I can-” 

“Alright, alright,” Sebastian sighs. “Can you just hand me that script I was talking about yesterday?” 

Y/N sighed, “Can you just hand me that script I was talking about yesterday, Please?” She says with an emphasis on the ‘please’, handing him the script that was in his file cabinet. 

Sebastian takes in a deep breath, “please,” he mumbled. 

“Now was that so hard?” She asked as she began to walk out of the office. 

“A bit,” he muttered. 

“I heard that!” 

“Wait! Before you go.” Sebastian took a sip of his coffee as Y/N quickly turned around, “You do know you were about thirty minutes late today, right?” 

“I really thought I was gonna get away with that,” she smiled. “It won’t happen again, I promise! My alarm never went off this morning.” 

Sebastian stared at Y/N as she rambled on, something was different about her. There was something missing, something that pulled her together. Her glasses. Sebastian shook his head with the realization. “You wearing contacts today?” He asked. 

“Oh,” she let out a nervous laugh, “I uh- managed to forget my glasses at home along with my contacts, all while I was trying to rush to get here.” 

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “dear lord, help me with this one.” 

“But I swear, I’ll be fine!” She turned around to walk out of the office but bumped into the wall, she let out a small groan. “I swear that wall wasn’t there a second ago.” 

Sebastian sighed, getting up from his chair. “Come on,” He said, grabbing his keys. 

“Where are we going?” She asked, rubbing her nose from the impact. 

“We’re going to your apartment,” He said walking past Y/N. 

She quickly followed him out of the office, “What? Why?” 

“Because, Y/N, unfortunately, you are no use to me when you’re blind as a bat,” he commented, grabbing her bag from the counter and handing it to her. 

“A-Are you sure? Because it’s like a twenty-minute walk, that’s not including having to use the L line to get to my street,” Y/N began to say as she took her purse from Sebastian. 

“I would much rather have my assistant able to do her job without making any mistakes, especially today.” 

“What’s so special about today?” 

“We have that deadline remember?” 

Y/N did not remember, she took out her phone, holding the screen close to her face as she looked through her calendar. “Ah, yes, I remember now.” 

Sebastian gestured for Y/N to lead the way once they exited his apartment building. 

It took about thirty minutes for them to arrive at Y/N’s apartment, Sebastian took in the old building in front of him. This was the first time he had been to her place and he’d be lying if he was never curious as to how she lived. He expected her to have bookshelves and maybe some plants, a cozy environment for an introverted bookworm like herself. When they got to her hallway, Y/N led him to the farthest door. 

Yelling could be heard as they passed by one of the doors, “That’s Janice,” Y/N commented. “She’s a bit of a yeller.” 

Once they got to Y/N’s door, she rummaged through her purse. Sebastian watched as she squinted her eyes while rummaging through her purse. Her petite frame barely made a dent in the small space they occupied, he felt like a giant next to her. Her dark hair tied up in a messy bun, evidence that she was indeed in a hurry that morning. Sebastian knew her signature bun that was always perfectly pulled up with a few loose strands of hair in the front. 

Her skin had a warm, caramel hue, a testament to her latina heritage. To most girls, Y/N would be envied for having the perfect tan skin. 

Y/N cleared her throat, feeling Sebastian’s eyes on her. She pulled out a book and handed it to Sebastian, “Hold that, please.” 

Sebastian sighs, taking the book. “So you forget your glasses,  but you don’t forget your book.” 

“Oh, that’s my purse book,” Y/N says, rummaging through her purse again. 

“Your purse book?” Sebastian raised his eyebrows.

She nodded, “It stays in my purse, in case of emergencies.” 

“What kind of emergency would there be in which you need– what book is this,” He looked at the title, “Tuesdays with Morrie? What kind of emergency would require you to read Tuesdays with Morrie?” 

“The kind in which I am trapped somewhere and in dire need to read,” She smiled, pulling out her keys from her purse. 

“Sometimes, I wonder what goes through that little head of yours.” 

“My mom always said that to me when I was younger,” Y/N commented, opening the door to her apartment, “maybe that’s why I had to take all those tests when I was a kid.” 

Sebastian stifled a laugh, “You know what, I’m not gonna even ask.” 

As they walked into the apartment, the sound of nails clicking against the hardwood floor echoed through the apartment hallway, it was followed by the jingle of small pieces of metal clashing together. A German shepherd came into view, wagging its tail as it went straight to Y/N. 

Y/N bent down and began scratching behind the dog's ear, “I know, I know, I didn’t say good morning to you this morning.” She kissed him on the head as the dog whined, “I am so sorry, Shadow.” 

“You didn’t tell me you had a dog,” Sebastian commented. 

At the sound of Sebastian’s voice, Shadow quickly reacted and began barking at him. Sebastian took a step back, “Heel, Shadow.” Shadow obeyed instantly, sitting beside her. 

“And he’s trained,” Sebastian said with an impressed look. 

“This is my baby,” she walked over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a treat from a jar. She handed it to Sebastian, “Trust me, he’s just like you. A big softie on the inside,” she said with a wink. 

Sebastian gave Y/N a small glare as he took the treat from her, “what’s that supposed to mean?” 

She just smiles at him, “I’ll be right back, um, you can make yourself at home.” Y/N gestured towards the living room. 

 Sebastian quickly gave the treat to Shadow, “hey, Shadow.” The dog was quick to smell Sebastian and then eat the treat. Sebastian had gained his trust, for now. 

Sebastian stepped into the living room, taking in the bookshelves that lined one of the walls, the plants that hung on the ceiling, and the ones that were left out on the patio. Some plants had long lines that draped over some of the bookshelves. It was exactly how he imagined it. A smile tugged on his lips as he scanned the books on her shelves. 

“Is most of this yours?” Sebastian scanned the coffee table, which was littered with magazines and books. He was surprised to see an ashtray. 

“The books and the plants, yes!” Y/N yelled out. 

“I’m assuming the ashtray isn’t yours?” 

“Roommate,” Y/N said as she walked into the living room with her glasses on. 

“There she is! Now that’s the assistant I know.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Let’s just go before we’re late for that deadline.” 

The way back through the L line took an unexpected turn, the line had stopped suddenly. Everyone seemed to not panic as a voice came on the speakers informing everyone they should be back on route shortly. 

Y/N smiled widely as she pulled her book from her purse. “Emergencies,” she said in a sing-song voice as she waved the book at Sebastian. 

Sebastian couldn’t hold in his laughter as he shook his head, “You are unbelievable.” 

“You think it’s stupid, but look what just happened. Now I can entertain myself while we wait.” 

Sebastian rolled his eyes, “Whatever.” 

After a few minutes passed, Sebastian began to feel anxious waiting, his leg began bouncing as he peered over Y/N’s shoulder. 

“I see you,” She whispered, a smirk playing on her face as she turned the page. 

“Wait, I wasn’t done with that page.” 

Y/N glared at Sebastian, “Then maybe you should have a purse book.” 

“But I don’t carry a purse, so it won’t work out.” 

“You usually carry around a backpack, right? Hell, there are even ebooks for your phone,” she exclaimed as she put her book down.

“Why don’t you get ebooks then?”  

“Because it’s not the same,” She rolled her eyes, “now stop distracting me from my emergency.” 

Sebastian leaned back in his seat. “Alright, maybe the whole purse book wasn’t such a bad idea.” 

“Thank you,” She said in a sing-song voice. 

Once they’re back at his apartment, Sebastian is quick to head back into his office. She follows, “don’t forget you also have that meeting with your publicist at three. She wanted me to make sure you knew about it because last time you forgot and well… she wasn’t too happy about that.” 

Sebastian nods as he sits at his desk, “Do you mind picking me up some breakfast at the bakery down the street?” 

“Do you ever eat at home?” She asks abruptly. He looks up at her from his laptop, “like it’s just an observation.” 

“I mean, I typically make myself breakfast but I’m not much of a cook–why am I telling you this?” He realizes while she lets out a chuckle. 

“Egg white bagel sandwich with an everything bagel?” She asks making her way out of the house. 

“Yes,” he then hesitates, “please.” 

“He’s learning!” She exclaims, walking out of the office. Sebastian waits till she’s out of sight to allow himself to smile, he shakes his head at her antics. 

“She’s something else,” he whispers to himself, his attention going back to his laptop. 

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[pepperonijem]

i. the gentle indifference of the world || all my love

"I opened myself to the gentle indifference of the world." - The Stranger; Albert Camus

Summary: He's cool, smart, attractive... and completely out of your league. But that won't stop you from falling head over heels for him. Pairing: high school!bucky x f!reader Warnings: steve is a little ooc but just roll with it Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: yay!! welcome to the first chapter!

back to library || next chapter

If you had listened to the rational voice in your head when your dad broke the news to you, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

If you had started making a list of things to pack, if you had called either of your two best friends immediately after, if you decided to be sane for 12 minutes, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

However, hindsight is 20/20, but in terms of foresight? You shouldn’t be allowed near the driver’s seat of any vehicle. Because instead of making any of the simple rational decisions after your father mentioned the possibility of moving across the country, you chose to sit down at your desk and write a letter. Fountain pen in hand and a candle burning beside you, for 12 minutes you were a character in a Jane Austen novel. Probably Lydia Bennett of all people, but a Jane Austen character nonetheless.

And that letter was how you found yourself in this situation – mortified and surrounded by whispers and stares, but worst of all, the icy blue glare of James Bucky Barnes was fixed on the pretty pink card in your hands.

A simple “no thanks,” and that was it, but why did it feel like time stopped? One word was enough to crumble your fragile heart and you froze right in place. It wasn’t until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you that you began to breathe again, and blood rushed back into your brain enough for you to see Bucky turn the corner and disappear.

Once you finally felt your heartbeat return to normal, you looked around to see the empty classroom you were in and you let out a sigh.

“You ready to tell us what just happened?” one concerned voice asked. Wanda’s voice was always gentle, always cheerful, usually loud, but the softness in her tone this time tipped you over the edge and you felt the sting of fresh tears in your eyes. She knelt down to look you in the eye as your other friend, Steve, helped you to sit at a desk.

Another sigh and you finally began to explain. “My dad said we might be moving in a couple of weeks,” you started, feeling your heart sink at the looks of hurt on your friends’ faces. “So I guess part of me panicked and I decided to tell Bucky how I felt.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to let out a sigh. The ever wise, ever charming Steve, who could see the end of any problem. His sigh was not out of pity, but out of frustration. “You know you could’ve called us right? We could’ve talked this through, came up with a better way to do this.” You knew that Steve and Wanda would not have let you go through with the idea if you had called, but you appreciated the fact that he didn’t say that.

“I know,” you began to argue. “But I don’t know, part of me… hoped he would say yes.” You didn’t miss the way Steve and Wanda’s eyes went wide as you mumbled the end of your sentence. “At least anything but whatever the hell happened today.”

You knew Steve was holding himself back. In his head he runs through every scenario before he acts, actually somewhat calculating underneath his calm, charming exterior. He knew this was the most likely scenario, but he would never tell you that, so he lets out a sigh instead and turns his attention to the math equations written on the whiteboard. 

Wanda on the other hand was a reactor. Her heart was on her sleeve and her anger at seeing her best friend upset was clear in her furrowed eyebrows and shaky voice. “I just don’t get why you keep wasting your time on him,” she confessed. “He’s too dense for his own good and he’s not particularly nice either. He’s smart academically, but stupid in every other way. He’s really not worth it.”

Steve turned around, surprised at Wanda’s outburst. “Wanda,” he called out. “Aren’t you friends with him?”

Wanda scoffed in response. “What about it?” she answered back. “You guys are stupid too, but we’re still friends.” A beat of silence passed as the three of you stared at each other, unblinking, before laughter broke the stillness. It was moments like this that made you pause to appreciate the two people you called your best friends. Although life had its ups and downs, the downs never lasted long, not when you had two loving friends to pull you right back up.

You stood up, a renewed sense of pride and determination filling you up. “You’re right Wanda,” you exclaimed and she gave you a thumbs up in return. “Boys are stupid.” Steve and Wanda shared a look of surprise.

“Well that’s not–” Wanda began to protest.

“I’m not stupid,” Steve started a little too loudly and boldly. “I wouldn’t have turned you down.” 

He finished his sentence softly as he watched you walk out of the classroom door. Wanda placed a comforting arm around Steve’s shoulders. “I wouldn’t have turned you down either Steve,” she teased as Steve shoved her to the side playfully.

Despite your renewed sense of pride, the quietness of your study period left you too much time to think and you found yourself lost in a sense of nostalgia as you sat at a table in the library.

The first time you met Bucky was still painted clear as day in your mind. 

You were a freshman searching for solace amidst the chaos of high school on the first day and you had found yourself in the library. Until now, it was a place of peace for you, but especially so on that first day. 

Running your fingers along the aisles of books, you found one that you wanted to read. The Stranger, by Albert Camus, sitting right at the top shelf, pushed just a little too far back for you to be able to wiggle it out. You let out a sigh, and rolled up your sleeve, embarrassed that your next plan of attack was to climb the shelf to be able to reach the book. You braced yourself, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath, when a baritone chuckle snapped you out of your thoughts. 

You had opened your eyes to see an arm  reaching past you to grab a book off the shelf– your book. In your head you cursed his long legs and arms, but as you met eyes with the boy, you felt your heart sink down to your toes and shoot right back up and suddenly you didn’t want to read a book that was so nihilist anymore. Meursault may not have found it, but love suddenly became something that mattered.

He waved the book in your direction and you had to force your attention to his words and away from his face. “Were you trying to get this?” he asked.

“Huh?” you blinked before looking down at the book you were no longer interested in. “Oh, yeah, I was but, I don’t know if I want to read it anymore.”

He hummed and nodded in response as he inspected the book. “The Stranger,” He read. “Is it good?” 

“Yeah, if you’re into stories about life having no meaning,” you explained, suddenly flustered at the way he seemed to take your words seriously.

“I see,” he replied. “Then do you think life has no meaning? It seemed like you wanted this book pretty badly.” The weight of his question startled you as you tried to stammer out a response but before you could get anything significant out, his watch beeped and he was already turning his back to you. “Thanks for the book recommendation,” he called back, waving the book in the air.

That day, James Barnes stole not only your book, but your affections. 

For the next four years of your life, you found yourself loving him from a distance. You’d see him in the hallways, in class, but you could never bring yourself to say anything to him and you resigned yourself to this distance. It was lonely, but it was safe, and that was good enough for you… until today.

Now, after breaking that distance, you wished you never did. It was easier to never know how he felt about you, to be in love with the memory you had of him rather than be crushed by reality. 

The final bell finally rang and you were more than ready to head home. Outside the quiet bubble of the library, the school was cheering, the drumline playing in the main hall and everyone shouting cheers to the football team, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to celebrate your senior homecoming game with the rest of the school. Instead you found Wanda and Steve and made your way home.

“Welcome home!” 

The sound of your father’s voice filled you with warmth as soon as he opened the door, the joy in his greeting briefly making you forget the events of the day. He wrapped you in a tight embrace, still smelling of spices from his day spent at the restaurant, and led you and your friends into the house. 

Once inside, your dad gave your friends a confused look. “Isn’t tonight your last homecoming game? Shouldn’t you be at the game?” He questioned as the three of you kicked off your shoes and set your backpacks down by the door.

Wanda looked over to you as she answered, “Nah,” she replied with an easy smile. “The real party is here.” Your dad let out a hearty laugh in response, which the three of you mirrored. 

“I had made way too much dinner for just the two of us, so it’s perfect that you guys are here,” your dad put his arms around Wanda and Steve who cheered in response.

“Well, once I found out you were making the world’s best lasagna, how could I not invite myself over?” Steve said. The way your dad beamed back at Steve made both you and Wanda chuckle. Steve was both an extremely talented artist as well as an extremely talented cook, and your dad absolutely adored him for it. He was always welcome to the family dinner.

“Careful, dad,” you chimed in. “Between Steve and Wanda, there might not be any left for the two of us.” Your dad laughed in response as Steve rolled his eyes and Wanda nodded. As you settled into the table, you realized your dad wasn’t exaggerating at all when he said he made way too much dinner. The table was lined with lasagna, roasts, vegetables, and lots of side dishes, enough for a feast. “What’s the occasion dad?” You asked as you looked around the table, trying to decide what to eat first. 

Your dad set his silverware down before explaining. “Well,” he began. “To be honest, I felt somewhat bad.” 

“About what?” you asked, your mouth full of lasagna. 

Your dad chuckled as he continued, passing you a napkin. “As I’m sure you’ve explained to your friends,” he gestured to Steve and Wanda. “I accepted the offer to help start the new restaurant. I thought about it some more, and I felt bad that you would have to uproot your whole life right at the end of high school.”

You looked at him, urging him to continue.

“So I contacted my friend from college, the one I meet with for lunch sometimes, and he said that his son also goes to the same school as you and since they have a spare room, he’s offering to take you in for the year.” 

“No shit,” Steve exclaimed in response as Wanda nudged him under the table, giving him a look reminding him to keep his foul language to himself, but your dad just laughed it off.

“That means I get to stay right?” You squealed. “I don’t have to leave?”

“Yes, that’s true,” your dad confirmed. “But it’s only for the year. At the end of your school year, you can move up with me, or if everything goes really well, I’ll be back home early.” He let out a sigh of relief at seeing the way the three of your faces lit up. Ever since you were little, you, Steve and Wanda had been inseparable. You would walk to school and back home together, you would have sleepovers and every meal was spent together. Your dad felt that tearing you away from them right before you would have to separate for college anyway was cruel. 

He cleared his throat as he continued. “I know the situation isn’t ideal, and that you’ll probably miss me so so so much,” he teased. “But I know you’ll be in good hands while I’m away.” He smiled fondly at the two boys sitting around the table who were looking at you with nothing but adoration in their eyes.

The rest of dinner went by quietly. Polite talk here and there, but an overwhelming effort to avoid discussing your father’s move, which was at the end of the week, settled among the four of you. It wasn’t until after dinner, after Wanda had left to go home, that you finally got to process your feelings with Steve who stayed behind to help clean up.

“Steve, you really didn’t have to stay,” You sighed as you leaned against the counter beside him as he turned on the faucet in the sink. “I don’t mind doing the dishes.”

He gave you the same winning smile that he gave your father earlier. “Please,” he began. “It’s the least I could do… you’ve had a long day.” He cocked his eyebrow at you, reminding you of the unopened note that now lay on top of your desk in your room. “How are you feeling?”

You grabbed a dish towel, helping Steve dry the dishes he washed, not wanting to meet his eyes. “Like a salad.” Steve turned to you with a confused chuckle, waiting for you to elaborate. “Don’t laugh, Wanda taught me this. I feel so many things right now but I can’t really condense it all into one thing.”

Steve hummed thoughtfully before continuing. “Okay, well what’s the lettuce right now? The biggest thing you’re feeling.”

“Hmm…” you thought. “Sad, that my dad is leaving. I’ve never been away from him that long.” 

“Okay, what about the chicken?” You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, appreciating the way Steve ran with your simile.

“The chicken… Happy.” You finally gave Steve a small smile. “Happy that I get to stay here with you and Wanda.”

Steve smiled back at you. “I’m happy about that too. How are we supposed to be a trio if it’s just me and Wanda?” 

You rolled your eyes playfully as you swatted his arm with the dish towel. “Steve, you and Wanda have enough personality for 13 people. I’m sure you would have found a way.”

He pouted in return, rubbing his arm where you swatted him before slipping back into a smile. “Not true, but whatever,” he relented. He was glad that the trio would remain a trio, but it got him thinking about what the future holds for the three of you. College was never really something you all had discussed in depth. Mostly just vague hypotheticals about what decorations to get for the apartment you’ll share and the kind of classes you’ll all take together. But in every future he could imagine, the three of you were always together.

After that night, the rest of the week passed by in a messy and teary blur, with Steve and Wanda coming over every day to help you pack. Well, “help” was a strong word. They mostly sat on your bed and looked through your knick knacks while asking for snacks. They were also very unhelpful at trying to convince you to “Marie Kondo” your room, as they called it.

Wanda tried convincing you that maybe you should leave your giant stuffed avocado behind, to which you adamantly argued against because she won it for you at the school carnival last year. Steve asked why you still kept your report card from fifth grade in a treasure chest, to which you responded by showing him the teacher’s notes, “Had to separate her from Steve and Wanda. They distract each other and draw pictures on their math homework. Always laughing and smiling in class :)”

Going through your whole room with them was a lot less embarrassing than you had expected, and by the end of the week, you were ready to go with only the essentials packed. Steve and Wanda came to see you off, helping your dad pack your things into the car and they each gave you a big hug before letting you go.

Your dad laughed at the scene, watching the three of you get teary eyed even though you would still see each other every day at school. But when he finally drove off and saw you looking wistfully out the window, he felt a pang in his chest and it reminded him how much he’s going to miss you as well. 

The drive was fun as it always was with your dad, but as he parked in front of a huge house in a very wealthy neighborhood, the grin on your face grew even more. The homes in this neighborhood were much bigger than your own, and you figured you should enjoy yourself while you’re here. Your dad took your hand as the two of you walked to the front door of his college buddy’s home, telling you a silly story about their adventures together in university.

“Oh, I’m so excited you get to meet him,” your dad exclaimed as he rang the bell. “I heard his son is actually in your grade, so maybe you already know him.”

You looked at your dad curiously. “What’s his name?” 

But before your dad could respond, the door swung open to reveal none other than–

“Bucky?” 

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Bucky Barnes || Masterlist

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|| 🥀 ~ Angst || 🤍 ~ Fluff || 🌶️ ~ Smut ||

''There's nothing wrong with her stutter!'' || 🥀 🤍 You get a job offering as a make-up artist for Marvel Studios, and quickly become great friends with Sebastian. He never cared about your stutter, and was always patient when you were talking to him. You grow really close, but when the paparazzi tries to hurt you, he is quick to shut them down in your defense.

Reunited || 🥀 🤍 You were temporarily back in New York to be there for your sister, when you suddenly run into your long time best friend Sebastian. The two of you catch up about everything you missed over the last few years, and it is like you never left.

Dear Diary || 🤍 🌶️ You've had a crush on your co-worker Sebastian for as long as you can remember, and you often write about him in your diary. When you accidentally leave it in his trailer, he can't help but look into it, and find out about some fantasies you have about him.

My Girl || 🤍 Sebastian is invited to a barbecue with friends, and he's taking you with him. You've never met them, so you're really nervous. When Sebastian accidentally introduces you as ''his girl'', he is extremely embarrassed, but when you tell him you don't mind he can't stop smiling about it.

Let me worship you || 🥀 🤍 🌶️ Sebastian received great news about his role as Tommy Lee in the series Pam&Tommy, and even though you were excited about him and his physical transformation, you couldn't push your own body issues out of your mind. He notices you've been struggling with it and is hellbent on worshipping you in every single way to show you just how perfect you are in his eyes.

Into the spotlight || 🥀 🤍 You and Sebastian have been dating for a while and managed to keep your relationship out of the spotlight all this time. When the paparazzi gets more persistent and invasive in both of your lives, the two of you decide to public and the reactions are nothing short of amazing.

Wedding crasher || 🥀 🤍 🌶️ Today is the day you're getting married to the love of your life, or so you thought. When Sebastian confesses his love for you when you're standing at the altar, you're faced with the hardest decision you'd ever had to make.

Spooky celebration || 🤍 You moved to the U.S. not too long ago, and this year will be your first Halloween celebration there. When your friend Sebastian finds out you’ve never celebrated it, he's taking out all the stops to make your first Halloween a spooky celebration to never forget.

The softest pillow || 🤍 🌶️ You've been dating Sebastian for over a month, and he has invited you to spend the night at his house for the first time. He has planned a comfortable and romantic night for you both, and you've never had more fun staying at home than you did with him.

Angel || 🤍 🌶️ Dating Sebastian is a dream come true, and you want to take your relationship to the next level officially. As you're on a beautiful vacation in Hawaii with your boyfriend, you decide to give yourself to him entirely, catching him by surprise. What you don't know, however, is that he has a surprise for you, too, making it officially a vacation never to forget. 

Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x Daughter!Female!Reader

''Good girl'' | Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

His first steps | Dad!Sebastian Stan x Mom!Female!Reader

The day our lives changed forever || 🤍 🌶️ You're on vacation with your husband, Sebastian, and your perfect set of twins. The two of you are reminiscing about the moment you found out that not only you were pregnant, but that you were pregnant with 2 children at the same time, and neither of you could have been happier about it.

Quiet || 🤍 🌶️ Sebastian asked you to be his date to the premiere of his latest movie “Fresh”. To make the night a bit more interesting, both you and Sebastian have decided to use a certain remote control ‘toy’. He can control it however and whenever he wants, making it a challenge for you to stay quiet in order to get a big reward later in the night.

Surprise! || 🥀 🤍 Both you and Sebastian celebrate your birthday in August, but you never told him because you didn't usually care for your own birthday, instead going all out for his. When Sebastian finally finds out when your birthday is, he wants to surprise you in the most adorable way ever, by getting you something you've been dreaming of for a long time.

Forbidden fruit || 🌶️ You have been teasing your professor during your classes, and when he finally snaps, he's punishing you in the best way he can think of. He keeps you on edge for hours and only lets you reach your high when you can't think of anything other than ''Daddy''.

Advice from a stranger || 🥀 🤍 You've been on Tumblr for several years and have gathered a large following, often coming to you for different advice. When Sebastian joins Tumblr and finds your blog, he can't help but ask for advice, too, and the two of you meet one day, which is a huge surprise for you.

I think of him when I'm with you || 🤍 🌶️ Sebastian accidentally finds out you're reading Bucky Barnes fanfiction, and even though he's not sure what to feel initially, he's slowly warming up to the idea. When you finally reveal your deepest fantasies, he invites you over to the set of his latest Marvel movie and makes every last dream come true. In character, of course.

Inked with desire || 🌶️ You're picking up Sebastian from the set of Pam and Tommy to go to a dinner reservation, ready to celebrate your 7th anniversary together. Plans change, however, when he sees you, and he needs you right then and there.