#sebastain stan one shot

[auroralwriting]

second chances

bucky barnes x reader (no use of y/n, next-door-neighbor trope!)

you once came face-to-face with the winter soldier, will bucky barnes be any different?

word count: 1.6k. | no warnings

The Winter Soldier's face was etched into your mind since the day you'd seen him. It was one of those average days in New York, you'd just gone out for some shopping. Sometimes Avenger sightings were normal, but seeing Captain America in full sprint was a sure fire sign something was amiss. That was when the shooting began.

You were quick to move people, ducking them under tables, shooing them further up the street, making them take corners to evade the flying bullets. It was just an instinct, there were too many people who could get hurt.

Then, you saw him.

His face was covered by a mask, but that arm, his left arm! It was completely metal. That was one of the features you burned into your brain, along with his hair color, skin color, height. The pure adrenaline and fear had pushed you to stop, freeze in place, and memorize the man.

It was then you were ushered to move by the man you found out was The Falcon. You were safe, but the smoke, the bullets, the explosions, it was all muted and dull compared to The Winter Soldier.

Years had gone by, you'd been a victim to what they called The Blip. Five whole years had forced you to relocate to Brooklyn, some cheap ass apartment building you were sure was haunted. You'd been living there for five months, got some furniture, meet the neighbors, it was a place content with being home. The one aspect that kept you up was the empty apartment next to you. It had been rotting since you moved in, you wondered who would fill its void, make the place a home once more.

It didn't take more than those five months for your answer to appear. It was grocery day, a list in your pocket and your wallet in hand, you'd just stepped out the door. Turning around, there he was.

It had been so many years since that fateful day, but you knew that stance, the hair color, height, everything about him. Through a peek in his jacket, you saw the hint of metal.

It was obvious he knew what you were thinking. The way your breath was heavy, eyes widened, there was no way he didn't know exactly what was rushing though your mind. He opened his mouth, but you rushed down the hall before he could say anything. The elevator ride down was when it hit you; he was your neighbor.

It had taken a week and a half for Bucky to gather the courage to face you. That look in your eyes was pure fear, he knew it all too well. He'd checked his list a hundred times, but your name wasn't on it. Okay, maybe he'd done some light digging into you, just a quick ask of some of the neighbors and he learned your name. He'd never hurt you, but that also didn't mean you'd never encountered him, either.

White fur of his cat, Alpine, brushed between his legs. The cat stared at Bucky, giving a soft meow. Bucky sighed, scratching between her ears. "I know, girl." He sighed, "I just need to get it over with."

The walk to your next-door apartment felt like it took ages. Bucky felt himself ridden with guilt when he softly tapped his knuckles on the door.

With the chain lock still in place, the door was opened a crack. "What do you want?" Your voice came out quickly, but it was laced with fear.

"I just.. wanna say hi to my new neighbor?" Bucky hesitated. That wasn't what he had planned on saying.

The door closed, and Bucky almost turned away when he heard the familiar sound of the chain dropping. The door opened and you slipped your way through. "You want to say hi?" Your asked in disbelief.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh arm. "Uh, yes. And, uh, apologize. I know- I know you know who I am, was. And uh, I'm not that guy anymore. It's really complicated-"

"I have time," Your response took him back. You were looking at him expectantly, your door now pushed wide open. "Are you gonna come in?"

Bucky's story was unlike any you'd ever heard. He spoke in such detail, starting from the forties to now. You'd given him some water, a soda for yourself as you sat on your couch, listening to his whole story. By the end, you felt such sympathy for the guy. He even went as far as to show you his little book (it broke your heart even more when you were told it was Steve's), amends he needed to make, movies and music he needed to see. There was a lot more to him than you expected. Much to both of your surprises, a friendship had blossomed that very day.

From that moment on, anytime Bucky would leave to go cross another name off his list, Alpine would stay at your place. You kept her company, fed her, gave her water, loved on her. Then, sometimes you found yourself missing her, so, naturally, you began going 'round Bucky's to play with her while he was home. Eventually, he began to stay around you both, watching tv or making dinner for the three of you.

Sooner or later, you had clothes at Bucky's apartment, and he kept som at yours, too. It was just friendly, of course. You just spent so much time together that it was natural to keep some belongings at each other's places.

The real change was the night you heard the loudest knocking, no, pounding, you'd ever heard on your door. The adrenaline left you jumping out of bed to go see what was happening. Throwing open the door, a disheveled, sweaty, and tearful Bucky stood, chest heaving as his hands gently grasped your face. His eyes met yours, scanning all over your face as you softly shushed him. You lead him into your apartment and laid him down in your bed. You sat next to him until he fell back asleep. He'd told you his nightmares were bad, but never this bad. It left you feeling guilty leaving him all alone in a bed he'd never been in. So, you slipped under the sheets next to him, just so he would feel a sense of comfort when he woke up.

Then that became the new normal for a few weeks. Anytime Bucky would have a nightmare, he'd slip into your bed with the key you'd given him after the second jumpscare of his fists colliding with your door.

The biggest change in your odd friendship was the night Bucky showed up at ten, before either of you had gone to sleep.

"Bucky?" You called from your spot on the couch, watching as he walked in, clad in his pajama pants and loose, grey tee-shirt. He didn't look panicked yet, you were confused why he was here so late, yet so early.

The soldier gave you a small smile, "Hi," You watched as he fumbled with his fingers, "I was wondering if I could stay? Didn't feel right bein' alone tonight." And so he stayed.

That's when the new habit began. Occasional nightmare-induced sleepovers turned into spending every night together, slowly merging to his apartment, too. You'd bring a book or your phone as Bucky would watch whatever was on tv quietly, sometimes he'd read too. Spending the night together became the new normal, you didn't know how you'd gone so far in your life without being with him like this.

Like what, though?

I mean, sure, you slept over together, he'd cook you both meals, you basically shared custody of his cat, shared apartments. But.. what? That wasn't something just friends did, but you'd never gone as far as to do anything people who were more than friends did either. So, you avoided him for approximately three days before Bucky had you cornered.

"Doll, where've you been?" Bucky asked. You could see it in his eyes, the hurt. "Been missin' you. I haven't seen you 'round, lately."

You gave him a small shrug, "Just been busy, Bucky." you answered.

Bucky knew your schedule like the back of his hand. In fact, he probably knew it better than his own. Unless something sudden or serious came up, there was no way you'd been that busy, unless..

"Why are you avoiding me?" The soldier questioned. "And don't lie to me, either. I know when you're lying."

The nerves crept up your spine as your mind raced through different answers to give him. "I've just been busy helping my aunt."

Bucky's eyebrow shot up, "Your aunt?"

"Yeah, my aunt."

"Which aunt?" Bucky questioned further, prying into your lie.

You felt your heart race, "My Aunt Leah,"

"The one who lives in Kentucky?" Bucky's face clearly showed he was not buying it.

"What are we, Buck?" You suddenly asked, feeling overwhelmed by his questions and your lie.

Bucky's face morphed into one of surprise, "What?" What did you mean, 'What are we?' You were his best friend, his everything. Wait, his everything? Bucky felt hopelessly stupid when he realized he'd never even acknowledged the fact that he could even like you.

"We sure as hell aren't just friends," You continued, "And I know for a fact that best friends don't sleep over every night, or eat every meal together, go shopping, watch movies," Your rant continued as you grilled into Bucky. "And I don't think I can keep going unless I'm yours,"

Your words had Bucky breathless, "Doll, 'course you're mine." Like a twist of fate, his words now held you breathless as you stared at the man, wide eyed. "I'm the stupid one, I should've made my intentions more clear from when I first started feeling more."

With a shake of your head, you gave Bucky a small smile, "You're not stupid, Buck."

"You wanna go get dinner tonight?" Bucky asked, "Officially as my girl, my treat."

A smile gleamed on your face, "I'd love nothing more."

[sebsgirl71479]

London Nights

A Shoot your Shot add on.

Sebastian Stan x Curvy!Actress Reader

Word count: 1,722 words

A/N: Yes, I started this story because of the most beautiful pictures of Sebastian Stan at the London premier of Sharper. This is in the same universe of Shoot your Shot but decided to give it a different name this time around. Again, reblogs are very much appreciated. Thank you to @christycurlswrites and all the ladies on my discord for encouraging me to write this even when I'm still in the middle of my Sebastian Stan!Mafia story

Warnings: 18+ no minors, Smut (pvp sex) Unprotected sex, Cussing, fluff. If i missed anything opps. 

The week before valentine's day you and Sebastian were heading to London for press and the premier of his new movie Sharper for Apple+. You had never been to London and this was going to be amazing because you were going with your very sexy fiancé Sebastian. The flight was going to be super long so you left New York around 11:30 pm for you to arrive a little after 9am London time. You and Sebastian both wore comfortable sweatpants and hoodies for the flight since you were hoping to get a few hours of sleep on the flight. “Seb do we have to go through the regular TSA or do we have to pre-check?” “I made sure we got pre-check. So just in case there would be too many people at the airport we could just go right through and you wouldn't have to feel uncomfortable being searched.” “Thank you so much baby, I love you.” “I love you too draga” 

You were both able to get 4 hours of sleep on the flight and so you didn't feel too tired when you got to Heathrow Airport. You each had a carryon and 1 large piece of luggage for your stay in england. Stepping out of the VIP area of the airport you were greeted by a man in a black suit and a sign saying ‘Mr Stan & Fiance’ “Well I guess this is for us huh honey?”  “I guess so, very cool.” “Hello, I’m Mr Stan and this is my fiance Miss Y/L/N.” “It's good to meet you sir, if you will follow me, we will get your luggage into the car and head to your hotel.” You followed the driver to the curbside pickup and handed him your things. You got into the backseat waiting for Sebastian to finish speaking to the driver while helping him. That man will try his best to stay humble in any aspect, that's one of the reasons you love him so much. While you sat there you thought of the sexy lingerie you packed especially for the premier he is going to flip. 

You were brought out of your dirty thoughts when Sebastain opened the door to get in the back with you. He slid over so he could be closer to you and wrap his arm around you. “I cant believe I’m in london with the love of my life and celebrate his newest movie.” you look up at him as you say the last part. “I’m glad you were able to come with me draga. Premiers make me more nervous than awards shows, I’m glad to have you by my side.” Sebastian gives you a kiss on the forehead and you snuggle closer to him as you drive through the streets of London. You settle into the hotel and spend the rest of the day relaxing on the couch in your room while Sebastain makes a few phone calls letting him know where his press interviews will be and with whom. 

That evening you have room service brought to your room and have a nice romantic dinner. The next 2 days are spent following Sebastian to his interviews and in between interviews you chat with a few of his co-stars. In a flash Wednesday comes and it's the day of the premier. You have no clue what Michael, Sebs stylist put him in and you’re buzzing with excitement to see what he is wearing. You spend most of your time getting ready in the ensuite of the hotel room making sure your skin is glowing and your hair is perfect. You put on the lingerie you picked out for tonight and checked yourself in the mirror one more time before you opened the door to get your dress that was hanging on the room door. “Sebastian are you in the bedroom?” “Yes darling, I'm all dressed, just waiting for you to put on your dress.”  When you exit the bathroom you see Sebastian looking in the mirror to make sure his suit is good. He hears you coming out and when you both lay eyes on each other it's like there is a jolt of electricity that hits both of you. There he stands, in an all black Prada suite with a long trench coat and turtleneck. 

He is giving off major vampire vibes with his long hair loose and beard. “Fuck me.” you say quietly. At that moment Sebatian sees you in the lingerie you picked out and his eyes blow wide with lust. He rakes his eyes up and down your frame and starts slowly walking towards you. His gaze is so intense it's almost embarrassing how hot you’re getting from it. You're so turned on by his look your pussy is practically dripping with desire. “Sebastian?” “Draga, how much time do we have til we leave? Because I don't think we can go until I've had your perfect pussy wrapped around me.” “I think we have enough time, besides we can always be fashionably late.” At that moment Sebastain is on you and crashes his lips to yours in a heated, passionate kiss. You slide your hands up his arms and and push his coat off his shoulders and onto the floor. Sebastian has his hands on your shoulders gliding down the sheer lingerie to have access to your breast. He grabs ahold of them and you moan into his mouth. 

He starts kissing down your neck at the same time removing the lingerie having it pool at your feet, when he comes back to your mouth you bring your hands to his belt and start removing it as well and unzipping his pants. You place your hand on his hard cock and gently tug on it. He breaks the kiss and bends down to bring your left breast into his mouth while pinching the right with his thumb and middle finger. “Oh god Seb, don't stop.”  “I won't stop until you can barely walk tonight. Don't worry I’ll help you if needed.” With a devilish grin he brings his hands to the back of your thighs and hoists you up to his waist and brings you to the large king size bed. He gently lays you down on the bed. With your hair splayed across the bed and you in only your thong you look like a sex goddess. He finishes taking off his slacks and then his shirt keeping him in boxer briefs. He grabs his cock over his briefs trying to stave off the ache he has for you.  

You lift your right hand and with your finger beg him to come to you, he obliges and starts crawling on top of you. Placing open mouth kisses up your body as he meets your lips in a bruising kiss. He is absolutely feral for you groping your breast and hips as he makes it down to the waistband of your thong. He takes it in his hands and rips it off your body. “I hope after this you weren't thinking of wearing these because i want you dripping my cum as we walk the premiere.” “I wouldn't have it any other way baby. Fucky me daddy!” Sebastian said screw it, no prep he rolled on top of you and started taking his underwear off and kicked them to the floor. He came back down and placed his forehead to yours while pumping his cock a few times before nugging your clit feeling how wet you are for him. “Oh god baby your so fucking wet, is this all for me?” “It’s all for you always.” Sebastian started inserting his cock into your weeping pussy inch by inch. You were so wet he could practically slide in with no problem which he did once he was halfway in and just slammed his cock the rest of the way elcting the most pornagraphic moan he has ever heard. 

“Fuck baby that was the sexiest sound i have ever heard lets see if we can hear that again.” He started fucking so hard the headboard of the bed started hitting the wall. You were already in a haze with how relentless his was fucking you. Your hands started scratching down his back as the intensity of your organism was approaching. “Oh Sebastain, baby i'm so close, thats it right there don't stop. Oh god!” “I'm almost there too, baby come on cum with me. I want you to look at me when you cum.” You slowly open your eyes and are met by his sweaty face and eyes that will look into your soul. You hold his face and give him the same intensity. He can feel you choking his cock so hard and brings his hand between your bodies and starts circling your clit. You bring your legs around his waist and lock them in place at the ankles. Then with just 3 words you let go of an earth shattering orgasim. “Cum for daddy.” You are milking his cock so hard he can hardly move when his orgasim comes. “Holy shit baby, i cant stop cumming there's so much i can't stop.”  He stays inside you for a few more minutes. “I love you so much Seb.” I love you too y/n, soon to be Mrs Stan. I like the sound of that.” He rolls off you and stands up to grab a warm washcloth from the bathroom to wipe the little cum that is on your thighs. He still wants you dripping from your pussy tonight, no underwear. 

After redoing your hair and make-up and getting your dress on finally, Sebastian gets dressed again and keeps his disheveled hair for the night. You make it to the movie premiere 10 mins late but are on time to have Sebastian take photos with his castmates. As you two sit to watch the movie you are squirming in your seat feeling Sebastian's cum dripping out. He notices this and brings his lips to your ear to whisper to you. “You okay baby? Is there something wrong?” You can hear the smile on his face, smug bastard. “No baby I'm good just can't wait till this is over so we can have round 2 maybe 3.”  “God I love you so fucking much baby.”

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[loveaffaire]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Last updated: 4th August 2021, all my fanfics are in order of newest to oldest.

Some work might contain NSFW themes (slight smut/mentions of sex) and have been marked the same, minors DNI with NSFW.

—Please do not repost my work anywhere even if you give me credit, I do not want my work distributed but reblogs/feedback is always appreciated ♡

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Almost Caught - Bucky is your father’s best friend and he’s also your… lover [written for my 1k sleepover]

NSFW, mentions of sex, making out, slight hair pulling, pet names, age gap, dad’s bestfriend!Bucky, Steve cameo <3

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Anxiety - You’re anxious over your ever changing work schedule and Bucky helps you through it [requested]

Fluff, boyfriend!Bucky, he makes you waffles

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Lavender, Yellow & You - Bucky’s journey from sleeping on the cold, hard floor to sleeping on the warm, lavender scented bed, all because of you.

Pure fluff, boyfriend!Bucky, extra soft!reader

₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Dark Little Paradise - James Buchanan Barnes walked like a god and people couldn’t believe you made him weak. Oh, you really did make him weak.

Or where Bucky is a mob boss of the highest order and you’re his girlfriend, he can’t help but let his softer side show when it comes to you

NSFW, slight smut, boyfriend!Bucky, mob boss!Bucky

[yourloverfromthepast]

𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵 𝑴𝑬 𝑵𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬?

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈...

SUMMARY: Sebastian Stan discovers about his girlfriend's 'problem' with food

PAIRING: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1228

WARNINGS: This story might be triggering for people with ED

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕...

AUTHOR’S NOTE: PLEASE GUYS, THIS IS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT TO ME. I decided to write this because yesterday it happened to me again, and nobody asks me why but I thought "what if my comfort person knew this? How might he react? What might he say?" (And honestly I was just very sad and needed to be comforted). Now, I DO NOT have an ED, and I don't consider this as one (at least as regards my person and for what I know!). My purpose is obviously NOT that of minimalize any type of disorder, I just wanted to share my 'experience' and the feelings I have when all of this happens to me, simply because I know I'm not the only one.

𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵𝑳𝑶𝑨𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑬! 100%

Crap. It was happening again.

You were staring at your still full plate and you didn't know what to do. Anxiety was starting to form and run through your body. Yet, a moment before it was going so well. You were normally and peacefully dining with your boyfriend at the restaurant. And then boom. It happened again.

Sebastian: "Hey babe? What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Y/n: "Uhm, yeah it's nothing baby, don't worry"

You stared at the plate again. Then, you continued: "Actually...I just think I'll go to the ladies"

Sebastian: "Oh, ok. Do you want me to wait for you?"

Y/n: "Oh God! No! I know you're hungry. Just eat, don't wait for me. I'll be quick, ok?"

Sebastian: "Ok, thank you!"

You looked at him before getting up, and damn it. He gave you such a pure and kind smile, it almost made you cry.

You entered the restroom and locked the door. "OK y/n, calm down. It's fine. It's totally fine, just take a few moments to breathe" you said staring at your reflection in the mirror. You took five deep breaths, smiled and went out.

As you walked back at your table and as you sat back down, you felt calm. Confident, almost. You were convinced that everything was fine again. On the contrary, when you took the fork, you realized: nothing was fine.

Despite that, you decided to proceed: with the knife you cut a piece of the food in front of you and slowly put it in your mouth.

Fuck. You didn't want to do it, but you were literally starving.

Maybe this time it was even worse than the others. Usually it was enough to convince yourself you weren't hungry, in order to avoid eating between meals, but this time...this time it was different. It wasn't really the first time that happened, and you were completely aware of that, but just the thought of him noticing it...the thought of other people staring at you with those judgmental looks, ready to make assumptions. You were frightened.

You repeated yourself "I'm hungry, I need, I want to eat it" a couple of times before swallowing the food.

And then you took another bite. And another bite. Another one. And another one again. And another bite.

Another. Bite.

And to each one of them you did nothing but fight. You had to fight that strong and annoying urge to stop. You did nothing but fight against your stupidass conscience.

You had your mouth full but you didn’t want to swallow any of the food. The feelings of guilt were too strong.

"Stop eating"

"Do not swallow it"

"Stop it, you don't want it"

"Stop and spit everything"

"Come on y/n. Swallow. Swallow it" you said to yourself. And you finally did it.

With nausea, you stared at your empty plate for a couple of seconds. And then you looked up and saw him.

Your boyfriend, Sebastian, had this confused and at the same time surprised look on his face. Those- damned steel blue eyes, full of concern...

Sebastian: "Y/n..."

Fuck, you were about to cry. A tear fell down your cheek.

Seb: "Hey hey hey sweetheart, no, it's okay". He tried to take your hand but you pulled away immediately.

Y/n: "It's okay Sebastian" you said drying your face with your hand "I'm fine. Trust me, everything's fine" and you gave him a quick smile to try to reassure him.

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On the way home it felt like you were at the cemetery. Neither of you had spoken a single word, and once back at his apartment, you tried to run and lock yourself in the bathroom but he grabbed you by the arm.

Sebastian: "What's wrong"

You slowly turned to face him without replying.

"Baby please" he grabbed your chin with two fingers and made you look right into his eyes "I'm begging you. Tell me what's wrong".

You broke down. You tried to talk but you couldn't stop yourself from crying out in fear and pain.

"Shh, it's okay baby" he embraced you in a warm hug and stroked your hair, in order to calm you down. "Don't worry, take your time".

After a couple of minutes, the two of you sat on the couch and you confessed.

Y/n: "I'm sorry Sebastian, I'm awfully sorry, I ruined everything, I-"

"You didn't ruin anything y/n" he interrupted you. "Don't worry about it, really, I'm not upset or anything, I know what you're thinking and going to say. I just want to know whether you're okay or not".

"I- I don't know why, but sometimes...it just happens. A moment before I'm happy and enjoying my life, and a second later- I just can't eat..." he had to get closer to you since you were practically whispering. "I mean...I can, but for some reason my- my mind and my body refuse to. I really want to eat something, but then I'm assaulted by this- sense of guilt. I feel my stomach closing and I don't wanna eat anymore, but-" you sobbed "but immediately afterwards, something clicks in my head and I finish all the food in front of me, almost...almost gorging myself...I don't know...what's wrong with me?"

Once you finished, you raised your face and looked at him. The room was immerged in the dark. The only source of light were the moon, the stars and all those small, yet to you so fascinating lights coming from the skyscrapers in the distance. However, even though you couldn't distinguish all of his features, you noticed a small reflection of light on his cheek. He was crying.

Sebastian: "Babe.." he gently pulled you closer and hugged you again. "Why didn't you tell me anything?" he asked with a trembling voice.

"I...I don't know. I mean, this is nothing serious, I do not have an eating disorder, probably it's just anxiety or even stress, I can't tell... Honestly I just thought you would have seen me as a- a crazy and stupid little girl seeking for attention..."

He pulled you away and cupped your face with his hands: "Darling, listen to me: first of all, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Understood? And second of all, I could never do that. I could never think of you as someone like that. Got it?" he smiled and kissed you on the forehead. It was a gentle, warm and long kiss.

"And even if you were trying to get my attention, I would never get angry, because it means that you love me" he grabbed your hand and slowly cupped his own face with it "and I love you too". He kissed your palm and looked you right into your teary eyes "more than anything else".

That words made your heart melt. You couldn't help but shyly smile at him. In that moment, he made you feel important. He made you feel valid. He made you feel loved.

"So, if you really love me sweetheart" this time he grabbed both your hands and placed them on his chest, right above his heart "promise me that next time, you will warn me when it happens, okay?"

You closed that little distance between your faces and kissed him on the lips "promised. I love you with all my heart Sebastian"

"I love you with all my heart too, y/n".

[georgiaheartsdilfs]

→ babysitter sebastian s x single mum f!reader

prompt

: you are a single mother that works weekdays to live in your apartment. You met Sebastian at a restaurant when you and your daughter were having dinner. Recently your babysitter decided to quit her job, so you stayed home until your daughter mentioned she wanted Sebastian as her babysitter.

warnings

: implied smut/mentions of smut

Rushing through my bag, trying to find my phone, my daughter walks over, pulling my leg "mama, this one?" she says holding up my phone and I bend over and kiss her cheek, grabbing the phone "thank you, bubba" I smile. There was a knock at the door and Harley run over, reaching for the door handle. "SEBASTIAN" She yells as Sebastian laughs.

I turn around with a sigh of relief, and I was only able to get two days, so I was so lucky that Sebastian could look after her this one time whilst I still tried to find a new babysitter during the night.

"Sebastian, thank you so much" I say smiling tying up my hair "it's no problem" he says picking Harley up "I know you're busy but I guess Harley likes you a lot" I say as he laughs placing Harley on his shoulders.

"We're going to have a lot of fun aren't we" he smiles and Harley nods "Yes and I'll be very good" Harley says clapping her hands "I premade you both dinner I don't know if you like chicken, mash and veggies but it's in there. Harley, baby when Sebastian says it's time to go to bed what do you do?" I point up at her.

"I listen to Sebastian and go to bed" she says "good girl baby" I smile putting on my heels "alright I have to go now" I say standing back up and Harley waves "bye mama" she waves and I open the door again "Thank you so much Sebastian, I'll be home before 10 i promise" I smile "it's no problem seriously" he chuckles and I wave goodbye to them.

Pressing the button to the elevator I check my phone to see a message from Sebastian no need to worry, take your time. I smiled at my phone, we had only met Sebastian a few times before, given his marvel popularity I thought he would have been too busy but apparently not.

The elevator door opens and I step inside, Sebastian actually fell in love with Harley the moment he met her in the restaurant talking to me about how someday he wanted a little child of his own but he needed a partner to help him, it was a great conversation actually.

Then the second time we met him was in a park, he was actually going for a jog when he saw me and Harley playing on the field with a ball and he decided to play with us and he made it fun.

Even though we met Sebastian a few times, Harley thought of him like a dad. Since her dad didn't want anything to do wither her, Sebastian was there. He was a good guy though, her father, I fell in love with him when I was 16.

I guess he wasn't ready for a family like I was, but that's the good thing about Sebastian he didn't judge me for having a child at 20 he actually wished he had a child sooner than later but he was still young, Harley actually mentioned that she wanted Sebastian to be her father but I had to explain that you can't just choose a random man to be your father.

I guess she could but she's only four so legally she can't. Sebastian and I aren't in a relationship so he isn't really her father but I like to let her imagination take over sometime.

The elevator door opens and I walk out to reception smiling at Ross the receptionist as I walk out to the carpark grabbing my keys, I unlock the car and turn it on as I start to drive to work.

Sebastian was a great guy you know but even if there was a mutual connection, he was too famous for anything to happen. His fans would probably beat me up for having a kid anyways.

I continue to drive down the road, New York was so big and expensive. Out of all places, I don't know why I chose to live here but I guess it didn't matter to me too much.

I hang a left and turn into my workplace, exiting the car Harry the cute workplace guy greets me with a smile "Hey Harry" I smile "Beautiful, Beautiful y/n how are you?" he smiles back wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walk out of the carpark into the workplace.

"I'm great I got a temp babysitter for today thankfully" I chuckle "Oh really who is it?" he asked "just a friend I met at a restaurant a couple of months ago" I chuckle, Harry was a nice guy it was like he was written by a woman.

He was kind, gentle and funny but he wasn't too kind he was mean when it was needed you know?

I liked Harry, but I also liked Sebastian. I never told Harry about Sebastian because Harry LOVED marvel a little bit too much, which I didn't mind because loving something a bit too much means you’re committed.

The only thing with Harry was that he was possessive, we had a work marriage but even that marriage would end fast if I had told him I was seeing somebody else outside of work, that's why I didn't mind him because in a way he made me feel wanted, validated, and I needed that feeling in a way.

"a guy?" he asked and I shook my head, as hard as it was to lie to harry, it was easy to come up with a lie "a girl her name is Harper, she does yoga actually" I smile at him grabbing my files out of the cabinet "does she have a kid?" he asked and I shake my head "no but she's happy in her life" I say walking over to my office and Harry continues to follow me.

I sit down in my chair "wow that's nice" he smiles sitting down on the chair dedicated to clients "and how was your day so far Harry" I say logging in to my computer "pretty bland actually, my sister visited me this morning for my birthday next week since she won't be in town she gave my birthday presents today" he said and I nod.

"Well I do like your sister" I say looking up at him and he laughs nodding "yeah, she's fond of you too" he says, his sister, Rebecca was very kind aswell but she was married and had two children she was pretty happy I'd say.

"Right well you have a good shift" he smiles "you too harry" I smile back before he leaves my office closing the door on his way out, my job wasn't too hard. It was a typical office workspace, half of the time I didn't know what I was doing but I guess nobody else did either because they're always chatting.

I was assistant manager in this firm, I guess Law school kind of paid off since my office was bigger and better compared to others.

Hours passed and my break came on, the first thing I did was grab my phone and dial Sebastian's number hello he says answering the phone, now would have been the time where it was time to watch a movie.

"hey Sebastian how are you both?" I ask smiling whilst tapping a pen against my desk "we are great, Harley's all feed and bathed we are just watching a movie she picked" he said "oh yeah let me guess a movie you're in?" I ask and Sebastian chuckles "Yeah I'm surprised you let her watch these" he says "yeah well she loves Captain America and his best friend" I say.

"is that mommy?" I hear Harley's voice over the phone "yeah do you wanna say hi, here" he says and I assume he hands over the phone "hi mama me and Sebastian are watching the winter soldier" she says "wow aren't you a big girl since when did you know what watching means" I ask and she giggles.

"Sebastian told me he also told me about soldiers, they are very cool aren't they?" she asks over the phone, I look over to the photo I have of her on my desk "yeah baby, that's why me and you are safe because of soldiers" I smile "Sebastian is a soldier in the movie momma" she says "Yes I know Hunny we've seen this movie a million times" I giggle.

"I wanna watch the movie now momma bye" she says "bye baby" I say and she gives Sebastian the room "she's pretty intelligent" Sebastian chuckles answering the phone "of course she is she's my child" I say as Sebastian laughs "hang up the phone this is a good part" Harley says over the phone.

"Ok well I guess you're very busy" I chuckle as does Sebastian "I guess I am, see you later" he says gently "see you later" I smile hanging up.

Opening Instagram, I scroll through and see Sebastian had posted on his story watching my own movie rn for no reason 😎 I laugh looking at the clock. I get off in two more hours.

I close Instagram and open Spotify, playing a random song from my Rihanna playlist. Leaning back on my chair the door opens and it's Harry.

"I have a new client I was just wondering if you could help me, it's fine if you wont" he chuckles "oh yeah of course" I smile pointing to the chair as he sits down and I pause my music.

The final two hours pass and I lock up my office "goodnight everybody" I wave and they all wave back, getting in my car driving home.

Walking into the apartment building I greet Ross once more before entering the elevator, pressing my floor and waiting patiently. This was the best part of my day, going home, kissing my baby goodnight and having a shower and going to bed.

The elevator door opens and I exit walking down the hallway, pulling my keys back out of my bag I unlock the door and see Sebastian and Harley asleep on the couch.

I walk over in front of the couch and see Harley laying on Sebastian's lap whilst he's asleep still stroking her hair. I grab the remote turning the tv off waking Sebastian up.

"oh hey" he whispers rubbing his eye "what time is it?" he says and I check my phone "10:13" I say "oh well uh she fell asleep an hour ago" he smiles "you can stay the night if you want, there's a spare room" I suggest "No it's fine, I can drive home" he smiles picking Harley up whilst she was still asleep.

I walk to Harley's room opening her door as Sebastian places her on the bed covering her up with her blanket. He turns around and sees me leaning against the doorframe smiling at him "what?" he chuckles quietly.

"nothing" I smile walking out "how was she?" I ask going into the kitchen pulling out two bottles of water handing one to Sebastian "an angel, we did some drawing" he says pointing to the other side of the table with some drawings "she told some stories and then we ate and watched the movie" he says drinking some of the water.

"that's probably the millionth time she's watched the winter soldier she really loves bucky" I say "yeah she made that apparent" he says sitting at the kitchen table whilst I continue to stand in the kitchen.

"I think the first time I showed her that movie was the day before her birthday two months ago, a week or two after we first met you because she wouldn't shut up about how much she loved you" I say and he chuckles "god I wish I had a daughter or even a boy but a daughter" he says looking down the hallway.

"Yeah well if you wanted to be her father, she'd like that very much" I smile "where is her father if you don't mind me asking?" he asked "he was scared, I mean being a father at 21 I guess is scary but he wasn't ready, he also didn't love me enough" I say talking with my hands looking over to Sebastian who licked his lips (gif)

"But you can't blame him I suppose, not that he tried" I shrug standing on the side of the counter opposite him "well if you wanted a babysitter, I mean a permanent anytime baby sitter I'd love to babysit her if you didn't mind me taking her to sets or anything" he said "I'm sure she'd love it" I smile.

Sebastian and I remained quiet for a while "you know I'd like to be her father" Sebastian spoke up "I don't know we kind of already have that dynamic don't you think" he asked, he sure was a daddy.

"yeah, of course, you'd be a great father for her" I smile, he stands up and goes to sit on the couch and I sit next to him "I mean famous dad of course she'd love it but even the week where she didn't know you were famous" I chuckle as does he.

"but wouldn't it be weird I mean I'm not even apart of it all" he chuckles "well you can be a part of it all if you wanted" I said, honestly now that I think of it he wouldn't have to tell the world about me and him if we were to ever happen.

It's not like the world would end "yeah" he said in a deep voice looking at my lips "fuck it" he breathed out grabbing me and placing me on top of his lap and I kiss him.

Grinding against his lower area, I pull off his shirt and he pulls off mine "bed?" I suggest and he nods picking me up and taking me to the bed, throwing me on it.

An hour later we finished what we were doing, Sebastian who was lying beside me smiles "in the seven months that I've known you I've waited six months to do that" he says and I chuckle as he wraps his arms around my body "was it worth it at least?" I ask "more than worth it, wanna get married?" he asks "Sebastian" I laugh looking up at him as he kisses my lips.

"I'm kidding, we just conceived another kid though" he says "that's fine," I say and we both fall asleep.

next morning

My door swings open "MAMA I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL" Harley yells and I sit up with the blanket "oh mama had a sleepover with Sebastian" she claps "uh shoot" I whisper looking to down to my side to see Sebastian smiling at me "you idiot don't look at me like that" I hit him gently checking my phone.

"come on sweetheart let's go get ready" Sebastian says in his morning voice getting out of bed "yayyy" she smiles and Sebastian takes her hand, I fall back in bed with a smile.

[midnight--library]

I'm here for you

Words: 490

Warnings: fluffy, hurt/comfort

Description: Sebastian comes late from set and doesn't warn you, so he finds you sleeping alone and feels bad about it.

A/N: This is my first fic, so please be nice<3

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After a long stressful day, the only thing you wanted was to come home to your long-time boyfriend, Sebastian. As soon as you enter your house, your dog greeted you with lots of happiness, the house was quiet, which was weird since Seb was supposed to be home already "Babe, I'm home!" you say out loud waiting for a response that didn't happen, so you check your phone with hope of seeing a text of him, but the screen was clear, only showing the time, 08:30 p.m. so you text him:

Y/N: Where are you, love?

As soon as you send the text you went to the bathroom take a shower, to see if you relax a bit, and hopefully feel better about the day. After putting on one of Sebastian's shirts you go make dinner for the both of you. But still, no response from him, which made you worry even more, even though it was normal for him to stay longer on set, he would always warn you, so you called him and texted him again, but nothing. Since you were so tired you just went straight to bed and hoped for him to be safe.

At around midnight, Sebastian enters a dark quiet house, knowing that he is late again and that you're probably sleeping, he doesn't even eat and just goes straight into the shared room. He finds you sleeping peacefully and instant guilt is built in his chest for leaving you alone at night with no warning.

You hear the bedroom door open, and you realize that Seb is finally at home, you don't open your eyes but you sense that he moves the sheets and cuddles next to you, putting his arm on top of your hip and positioning his chin on top of your head. You feel the warmth of his naked body and you feel safe "I'm sorry for coming late again, and I'm even more sorry for warning you, my love. They made me stay later because of some scene that wasn't like they wanted, gosh I'm just so tired, but I don't want to sound ungrateful, but at the same time I just want to come home to you and feel you next to me, and I feel so bad that I'm not giving you that". At this point you felt his heart pounding«g while yours broke, hearing the person that makes you the happiest crying and being this honest broke your heart, but at this point, you were already facing his b«blue ocean eyes. "Shh, it's okay Seb. I don't mind and, you just worried me because you didn't answer, but it's okay." You were both crying now, you from seeing his pain, and he for not being there for you, "I’m here for you, always will be", you say while kissing his lips. You both fall asleep and you wake up thinking how could you be so lucky.

[lipstickbisous]

a seb stan dad headcannon please? we just gotta know 😫

i think about dad!seb so often and it does things to me. again, i used google translate so correct any mistakes!

papa - s.s.

SUMMARY: a headcanon for sebastian as a father!

WARNINGS: nothing too bad, mentions of pregnancy, anxiety, fluff

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

MASTERLIST

your pregnancy had literally been a rollercoaster of emotions, but especially for your husband. seeing your stomach swell with his kid was heart-warming and reassuring and hot but it was also terrifying.

9 months of this? no, thanks. seb was more impatient than ever--when you approached the end of your third trimester, he'd be frantically asking "did you feel anything?" and "is it happening?" every hour.

he would definitely be the type of husband who would watch over you like a hawk--he'd cautiously plan your meals and the nutritional values, he'd map out different workouts and every other day you'd take a mile walk around your neighborhood.

when your water did break, i don't think sebastian would notice it. he'd still be oblivious to the panicked look on your face and would just pass you the bowl of fresh popcorn, eyes completely fixated on the movie you'd picked for that night.

"honey," you spoke warily, arching a brow as your hand flew to your bump. "i don't think i need popcorn right now..."

and still, he wouldn't notice. maybe he'd laugh at a funny scene and respond, "cravings? what is it, love, we don't have anymore chocolate mil-" and just then his eyes would turn over to you, noticing the darkness of your pants and the puddle forming in the couch cushions

soon enough, the popcorn would end up spilled over the floor and he'd scoop you up in his arms, carrying you to the car. he'd run back into the house to retrieve the duffel bag you'd packed for this day. and he speeds past all of the limits to the hospital, it's a miracle you weren't pulled over.

you'd be in labor for about 14 hours total, and waiting 5 five hours to dilate completely would take its toll. you leaned over furniture, lied in bed, occasionally would try to rest in the bathtub, but the contractions were never-ending. it was torture for sebastian to see you like this. "it's all for him." you'd remind your husband, only to hoarsely yell from a new cramp.

"or her." he'd correct you, quick to be by your side and aid you to the hospital bed.

and finally

it was here. everything you'd been waiting for for 9 months. it had been painful and sebastian had been extremely impatient, but it was becoming clear what the purpose of all your sleepless nights and restless days was.

sebastian could've sworn you broke every fragment and bone in his hand. somehow, giving birth gave you an entire new strength he'd never seen before. but watching your child be born was beautiful and absolutely horrifying. he got to see it like he was in first-row and nothing--nothing--was ever going to wipe that from his memory.

you'd be asleep for at least 10 hours, occasionally being awoken by nurses checking in or to get up and use the bathroom. you'd look over to see sebastian snoring away on the couch

and after you wake from your long rest, the sight is enough to make you cry.

it's extremely cold and the air is dry in the hospital room, so sebastian has a thick, wool, blanket wrapped around himself and you find he must've placed one on top of you at some point during your nap. you can't make out what he's holding at first, but his eyes are looking down at a bundle of something in his arms. he's got a smile played out on his lips and it's almost like nothing else in the whole world matters.

and when the cloudiness in your hearing disappears, you can just barely make out what his voice is saying in a hushed whisper.

"atât de perfect." so perfect. "și sunteți cu toții ai mei." and you're all of mine. "a noastră și a nimănui altcuiva." ours and no one else's. "mama ta te iubește foarte mult." your mother loves you very much. "a muncit atât de mult pentru tine, așa că o iubești înapoi, bine?" she worked so hard for you, so you love her back, okay? "dragostea mea în toată lumea, într-o singură persoană." my love in the whole wide world all in one little person.

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[jayhargrove]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEB❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[basicallybarnes]

i don’t know who’s cuter

[buckysswinter]

blank space masterlist

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five

chapter six

chapter seven

chapter eight

[iwillbeinmynest]

Duet- Bucky Barnes x Reader(f)

Authors Notes: Duet  By: Penny and Sparrow. I recommend playing this on repeat as you read. It sets the mood and tempo of the work and honestly it’s just a beautiful song and is worth hearing more than once. Italics are the lyrics. 

Notes/warnings: Anxiety, self-hate, mentions of scars, fluff, mentions of pregnancy. 

I bet your shoulders can hold more than Just the straps of that tiny dress That I'll help you slide aside When we get home

  Bucky leaned against the bar and sipped on his scotch with a phantom smile on his lips. He watched as you mingled with patrons; smiling and offering gentle touches on arms and backs. The thin straps of your silk floor length gown pressed lightly into the soft flesh of your shoulders from the weight of the fabric and all he wanted to do was take you in his arms and slide them from your frame.

 His breath caught in his throat when you turned away from him and your hair brushed over your exposed back. How was it, that after years of being together, you still managed to make him feel like he was seeing you for the first time? How was it that you were able to shatter every wall he’d ever built with one look? How was it, that a man like himself, was with a woman like you?

 He set his empty glass on the bar and made his way through the crowd. Seconds felt like weeks, minutes like months, hours were lifetimes when he wasn’t by your side. He reached out and finally touched the soft skin of your arm. When your face met his you glowed in his eyes and he felt like he could breathe again. He pulled you into his side and snaked an arm around your waist; his thumb rubbing your hip.

 He stood proud beside you as Tony made his speech about the success of the night and the good use the money from the evening was going to. Bucky really wasn’t sure what tonight was for, just felt like another reason for Stark to throw a party. But, it was important to you and as long as you were with him, he could tolerate a night of mingling with people he didn’t care to know.

 I've seen 'em carry family And the steel drum weight of me Effortless, just like that dress That I'll help off

  Bucky’s brows pulled together when he looked up and saw you pinching your eyes shut. You let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck before picking up a few more empty champagne flutes. You walked them over to the bar and looked for something else to clean up.

 Ever the helpful one, you were. The corner of Bucky’s lip pulled up a bit but he swallowed hard when he thought of how you were always cleaning up after the kids; he really should help clean more. Rebecca and Grant were a handful but somehow you handled them with grace and patience. You always made sure they knew they were loved and knew, that even though Bucky left a lot, that he loved them, too.

 He frowned when he thought about how he would return to you, sometimes; broken and bleeding, either physically or mentally. You were always there for him, no matter the damage he had done and, selfishly, he’d held onto you. You never complained when he’d snap at you. You didn’t yell at him when he disappeared for a day or two because he couldn’t justify the life he had with you. You never told him how poorly he was being as a husband and Bucky knew that he had been falling short lately.

 Suddenly, your hand was in his and you were smiling up at him. He leaned over, kissed your head and tried his best not to look ashamed of himself. He gave a quick nod to Stark who waved when you called goodnight to him. He held your hand tight as the two of you headed to the elevator. He was ready to be home with you.

 Because I've seen you And I know you And I'm not going anywhere

Because I've seen you And I know you And I'm not going anywhere

I bet your back can carry more than Just the weight of your button-down One by one, they'll come undone When we get home

  You watched Bucky as the evening went on; he kept to himself mostly. He shared a few conversations with some older gentlemen who had served in the war, in Bucky’s war, and you were happy to see him mingle with people outside of his team and the two toddlers at home. He was so handsome when he smiled, even his fake smile created a little spark in his eyes. You'd give anything to see him like that with his friends. He needed to get out more but you didn’t push him. He wasn’t the social butterfly he used to be.

 After a nice chat with a woman who had just donated five thousand dollars, you looked over your shoulder to see him at the bar again. He was slouched on the stool, bracing himself against the counter. You wanted nothing more than to sit with him and hold his hand; he always got so anxious at these functions, there were too many people for his liking.

 As Tony began his speech of thank you’s and formalities, you felt the warmth of Bucky’s hand at your elbow. You smiled to see him beside you in the middle of the dense crowd, it meant the world that he ventured into the sea of people just to stand with you. He gave you a little squeeze when your name came up in Tony’s speech and you glanced up in just enough time to see the end of a genuine smile.

 He ran his thumb in it’s familiar circle on your hip and you leaned into his shoulder. Of all the men in the world, how did you manage to land this one? How was it that someone like him, could want someone like you? He had his demons but, so did you. You had just as many mental scars as you did physical ones, and yet, he was never bothered by them.

 I've seen you carry family And all my insecurities One by one, they'll come undone When we get home

  There it was, his self-hate and the shame he tried so hard to hide from you. You put down the empty plates that you had gathered and grabbed your clutch from one of the velvet couches. You hurried to his side, needing to break his train of thought before he felt so burdened that he disappeared; it’s happened before. He had tortured himself at Rebecca's last birthday party and he disappeared for two days.

 When your hand weaved tightly into his, his eyes snapped to yours and you recognized the storm that brewed there. You knew those choppy seas and all of the sailors it’s swallowed. You ran a hand up his forearm and he kissed the top of your head. You savored this moment, this was the moment that you knew you’d just stopped a hurricane. The sea would calm and he would be home with you tonight.

 You shouted a quick thank you and goodnight to Tony before you tugged Bucky towards the elevator. He didn’t need much prompting to leave and he held you tight in the large mirrored box as you journeyed down. He held your face in his massive hands and tilted your head up to kiss your forehead. This was his way of reminding you that he would always be there, even when he wasn’t physically beside you. His unspoken promise.

 You twisted and pressed your body against his, chest to chest, laying over him like a blanket that was too small. His hands slid down over your shoulders, one strap of your dress falling off with them, and down your arms to settle at your sides. Then, he looked at you. He really looked at you. The kind of look that spoke a thousand words and told you everything you ever needed to hear.

 The look that told you just how much he loved every part of you.

 Because I've seen you And I know you And I'm not going anywhere

  Ten levels down and, finally, you were home, on your floor of the tower. The house was dark and quiet. The babysitter had been sent home by F.R.I.D.A.Y. when the two of you left the party, not five minutes ago. Bucky let go of your hand and slipped his coat off. He threw it over the back of the couch and silently made his way to the kids room. You hung his suit jacket up in the coat closet before following his quietness.

 You stood in the doorway as you watched him kiss Rebecca’s head and then Grant’s. Bucky rubbed his sons hair out of his face and turned off their music player. You looked up at him as he pulled you from the room and shut the door behind him. He held your hand delicately with his fingertips and pulled you towards your bedroom.

 Bucky walked backwards and watched as you slipped your heels off and left them in the hallway.

 You took a deep breath as Bucky undid his tie, pulled it from around his neck and un-buttoned the top three buttons of his crisp white shirt.

 He rubbed his hand over his mouth as you removed the thin string of pearls from around your neck, leaving it bare.

 You lifted your dress to move easier through the bedroom and stand in front of him as he kicked his shoes off.

 Bucky sat on the bed and pulled you between his knees. He held your hips in his hands and rubbed his nose on your belly before placing a few short kisses over the silk material.

 “You sure you’re ready to do this again, with me?” He whispered. You could hear the weight of his voice that hovered over your stomach and you glanced at the positive pregnancy test that still sat on his dresser.

 You took his face in your hands and lifted his gaze to meet yours. You took a deep breath and smiled when you saw the storm in his eyes had dissipated, replaced by a gentle summer shower.

 “James,” You started.

 “(Y/N),” He repeated.

 “I have seen you,” You rubbed your thumb over his stubble.

 “I have seen you,” Tears welled in his eyes.

 “And I know you,”

 “And I know you,” He wrapped his arms around your waist and tugged you down to the bed with him.

 You lay beside him with your chest facing his and you wiped a tear that fell from the corner of his eye when he’d hit the mattress. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

 “And I’m not going anywhere.” He sighed the final verse of what had become almost ritual between you. He ran his hand into your hair and cupped the back of your neck. He shifted his body to be flush against you and, with a quiet, last gasp for air, he pulled your mouth to his.

 Because I've seen you And I know you And I'm not going anywhere

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[first-edition]

NUMBING FEELING (Bucky barnes x reader) sad

when y/n hasnt responded to Bucky all week he gets worried because of his past so he goes to your house but his heart breaks.

(tw- mention of suicide, blood, death)

Bucky POV

I sit on the floor against the wall of my apartment looking at my phone waiting for y/n to respond to my text which she hasn’t done for a week. I sigh and press the name on her contact calling her

“hey this is y/n you know what to do.” The voicemail says as her soft voice moves through my ears.

“y/n you haven’t responded to my texts all week I’m just worried that someone kidnapped you or something like I know you can handle yourself but you have been kinda down lately and I just want you know that it’ll be okay, I love you, and I’ll come over today okay? love y-“ “voice box full” the message rings out from the phone audio is sigh and get up

I walk down the hall of apartment complex meeting her door. I open the door seeing her stuff grown around the room broken

“no.” I say I looking around “Y/n!?” I call hurrying around the room “y/n!!? shit fuck!“

I hear the sound of water squish under my foot I look down seeing the water spilling down the hall I run down the hall my shoes hitting the water causing small splashes her bathroom door is closed “y/N!” I say knocking on it “y/n!” I say banging on the door and trying the handle as it won’t budge I use my metal hand pulling off the handle of my and opening up the door.

my world stops as I see my love laying on the floor two empty pill bottles and her arms bloody i turn off th water that runs from the sin ”Y/n…N-NO NO! I yell getting on my knees taking the towel off the rack putting it to her arm to stop the bleeding ”y/n!? Y/n!! What did you do!“

i pull out my phone calling 911

“y/n! Baby please! Please no Why would you do this please. Don’t leave me!“ I sob holding her in my arms “no I’m not gonna let you die on my please.” I say and pick her up opening the shower door getting in side I sit with her back against my chest.

Steve taught me this trick, I turn on the cold shower water as it falls over both our heads soaking us “come on doll. Live for me please come on.” I say placing my fingers in her mouth pushing them back to activate her gag reflex but nothing happens. “Please come on! Please!” I say trying it again she coughs and throws up as it’s gets washed away she coughs more “it’s okay..I’ve got you.” I say she rests her head back into my chest “it’s okay..it’s okay.”

(Let me know if you would like a part two)

[baby-dr1ver]

not me just now finding out Sebastian has a girlfriend, 

AND NOW CHRIS IS RUMORED TO BE DATING LILY JAMES?? I’M SO CONFUSED-

pause, this would make a good fic, no?

[lozzypoz321]

Chris Evans| Killer clown

Chris Evans x sister!reader {ONESHOT}

Word count: 1.3k

A/N: this is roughly based on the drabble I did for Chris and his little sister watching IT chapter 1

Warnings: swearing,

As you walked down the red carpet in your red dress that your big brother Chris had forced you to wear to the emmys because apparently you had to wear something nice, you caught sight of many famous actors and actresses. “Hey, hey, Chrissy!” You exclaimed excitedly, pulling on his leg, the only body part that you could reach “look! It’s Seb!”

You heard him chuckle above you and he took your hand into his before making the way down to the other actor who was currently in an interview the two of you were about to crash. Chris moved behind him, raising his hands in a scary manner while the interviewer, who was trying not to laugh was also continuing her question at the same time which was proving difficult for her. Without warning he pounced into Sebastian making him spin around so fast he nearly hit your brother in the face with both fists

“Oh god! You fucking scared me Chris!” He nearly yelled, while pushing his costar in annoyance. But before he could go to answer the question he had previously been asked your brother scolded him “oi Seb, don’t swear in-front of my baby sister!”

As though he hadn’t noticed you before, the other man looked down his eyes widening in surprise when they landed on you “hey doll!” He greeted, bending down to your short height and opening his arms “you look beautiful”

The only response you gave was a giggle once you’d taken up his offer of a hug “hey Buck!” You used the character name that he had played making a smile creep upon his lips. “Let’s continue this interview shall we?” Your brother said and picked you up to place you on his hip. The lady was more than happy to have all three of you answering questions instead of just Sebastian like before so she didn’t need to be told twice

“So, recently on your instagram story Chris you posted a photo of what looked to be your little sister hiding under a blanket with your dog dodger, what was that about?”

He laughed and shook his head making you grumble, “we were watching IT chapter two, clowns really scare her so Dodger was keeping her company in the safety of her blanket” when he finished, the interviewer was also laughing but trying to keep it in as to not hurt your feelings

“If she’s so afraid of clowns then she won’t be happy to hear that Bill Skarsgård is here today” she told them making Chris’s eyes widen and Seb chuckle

“Who’s he?”

They didn’t answer your question, instead listening to the interviewer and answering all the queries on her notepad. “I think that’s it for this interview Chris and Sebastian, thank you for your time and I wish you good look in the awards”

“Thank you, we do too” Your brother thanked her and set you down on the ground between him and his friend but before any of them could make a move you spotted someone you recognised “look Buck, Chrissy! It’s Jae!”

At the mention of his costar your brother looked up and saw the blonde dyed boy who he had worked with for countless years and who you had dubbed as a half brother. That was also the same case for Sebastian, Anthony and Tom (Holland). The last decision annoyed the other two greatly but he was very proud of the title.

Without missing a beat, you pulled on his hand and attempted to drag him over to the young actor who had now noticed the three of you coming over and smiled “Hi Chris! Hi Sebastian! Hey (Y/N/N)!”

He gave you a hug which you gladly returned, but you couldn’t help notice the man who was doing an interview next to him who you swear you recognised their eyes. Thinking nothing of it you returned to your brother who was also now doing another interview a few feet away.

A few questions in you glanced at the farmiliar man, now facing your direction and talking to a few kids who presumably he worked in a movie with, one of them including Jaeden, and Wyatt Olef who you had also spoken to in the past but you mostly knew him as Stanley.

“Can you do the thing?” You overheard one of them ask excitedly. Now you were intrigued, what thing was he gonna do?

Nothing happened but everyone around him started laughing which confused you. Looking up into his eyes your jaw went slack, all the nightmares you had about Pennywise the clown came back to you in an instant, one of his eyes was staring straight ahead in an unsettling manner and his left eye wandered to the said, almost disappearing in his head. A sob broke out of your body when he smiled creepily. The face that made you scared to sleep at night appeared in the back of your mind even though your brother had told you he wasn’t real time and time again.

A tear streamed down your face when he turned to face you from the sound that left your mouth. His eyes widened from guilt and both of them went back to normal in an instant. Chris and Sebastian looked over when Jaeden called their name, so without waiting your brother scooped you up into his arms and rubbed his hand up and down your back. “Hey, it’s not him, he’s an actor, it’s not real bear”

Thankfully nobody except Sebastian, your brother and the cast of IT was experiencing your breakdown. After about a minute of trying to calm you down, your breathing eventually got even, yet your cheeks were still stained from tears. Sebastian was speaking to the actor who apparently played Pennywise which now made sense, and from the look on his face he felt bad for doing it. “It’s okay, she’s just scared of clowns” Chris told him, manoeuvring you so he had a better hold of you. You couldn’t see the man but you were pretty sure he gave a nod.

“I’m still sorry by the way, I keep forgetting there’s kids around here”

“It’s completely fine, she’s the only little kid here anyway”

You gave him a nudge, silently telling him to stop calling you little. “You are quite small (Y/N)” he said as though he had read your mind, by now the rest of the cast from IT had gone off to do interviews before the awards but Sebastian was still watching the three of you. “Is she your sister? Or daughter?”

He gave a laugh that shook his chest, he would have put his hand on his left pec except that would mean he’d drop you and that would be quite embarrassing. As if this wasn’t enough already.

“Come on, let’s go answer some questions with Seb, how about that?”

You gave a nod and Chris set you down, not letting go of your hand, when you passed the actor he gave you an apologetic smile and you smiled back. Part of you was embarrassed that you had been scared of a man that could cross his eyes but another part of you was glad that surprisingly nobody saw the interaction. Although they were probably more focused on people like RDJ or Henry Cavill or even Leonardo Decaprio, and from what you could see Tom Holland was now giggling nervously from the fact that he was doing an interview directly next to him.

“I’ll give you a heads up next time a clowns gonna be in a 10 metre radiant of you bear”

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→drunk night out (PT 1/3) sebastian s x f!reader

prompt :you are a famous actor, known for your movie with ryan reynolds. you have met sebastian stan once before at a mutual friend's party. One night you go out drinking with your friends and you get completely shit faced you didn't realise your friends had left you, so you tried to make it home by yourself.

warnings :idk how sensitive people are so if you get offended by my misuse of chopsticks then uh... sorry? other notes :this one is kind of long hence the page break and there will be a part 2 :)

"steve another gin and tonic" I slam my money on the counter as the bartender shakes his head laughing "in fact steve" i pause looking around to the few people in the bar "one drink for every bought by yours truly" I slur winking at him and he gives me a disappointed look.

"miss y/n your friends left hours ago why are you still here?" steve asks me, it did look like my friends left... I don't know when they left, but they did.

"for a party i only need uno amigo and that is me" I point to myself as steve places a glass infront of me filling it up "this is your last one, do you need me to call an uber?" he asked and I shook my head "I can walk home of course" obviously i can't but I think I can.

downing the drink I put a random bill on the table "tip" I point at it before walking off counting my steps from the chair to the door, 23 steps. 23 long big strides to the door.

sitting down on the curb counting the cars driving past, one, two, seven, eight, five, six, seven "did I say seven already" I think looking up at the stars "woahhh" my mouth gaped open "not a single fucking star" I stand up walking across the road.

A car stops right infront of me honking repetitively "hey, thats not nice im trying to cross this long road" I point at the man who raises his arms at me, i reach the other side of the road and I walk towards a tree attempting to hug it but falling flat on my face.

"miss are you alright" a voice says grabbing my arm pulling me up "oh sebastian" I say excited "god wow what a coincidence that I bump into you in here in this place" he looks at me laughing gently before picking me up bridal style.

"this place y/n is outside so i guess you'd find me in the middle of new york where I live" he snickers "where are you carrying me" I ask looking around as he places me down "in a car thats going to kidnap you" he says and I sit up "WHAT NO" I say hitting the door.

I look over to the drivers seat "relax y/n i'm taking you somewhere, where the paparazzi wont thrash you for being drunk off your face in the middle of the night" he says buckling me in.

"why are you out drinking?" he asks before starting the car and driving off "well, you remember how actually i just wanted a fun night out" I slur leaning my head back "would you like to stop for chinese?" he asks politely "hey, what are you doing out in the middle of town?" I point at him.

Sebastian looks at his radio and then back at the road "I like driving and well I had actually stopped to get a bottle of water but you fell and I forgot what I was doing" he said causing my to burst out laughing "coincidence i think NOT" I say winding the window down poking my head out.

I could hear sebastian's faint laughter whilst i intake all of the polluted air, after a couple minutes sebastian stops outside a chinese store "what do you like to eat" he says pulling my hand so that I would get my head in the car "noooooooodlesssss" i moan and he nods "wait here" he says and I nod.

Sebastian walks out of the car and into the store and I reach for his phone opening the camera and pushing the video option.

"hi sebastian's phone it's me y/n! i dont even really know sebastian. i met him once at this mutual friends party and i wasnt drunk... i mean i was but i wasnt this drunk you know woohoo but right now he's looking really fine. i mean i only see his back right now but as far as im concerned well im not" I slur pointing at the camera.

"sebastian wont let me leave the car infact he put kids lock on this stupid thing so i can't escape like he couldnt escape hydra... pussy but i have to give it to the man he is buying me noodles" facing the camera towards sebastian as he orders the food.

I hold the camera in that position until he turns around and spots me using his phone and he points at me shaking his head "oops he caught me gotta goooo" i wave stopping the video and putting his phone back as he opens my door "what are you doing on my phone y/n?" he asks and I whistle.

"one two three four" I hum pretending he wasn't there "phone" he says "recording a vlog for chinese food" I smile to him and he sighs "come on get some fresh air" he says unbuckling my seatbelt and helping me up.

"come on" he groans wrapping my arm around his shoulders placing a bottle of water in my other hand "hey you got that bottle of water" I laugh opening it with my teeth and drinking the whole bottle "it was delicious" I burp.

After a while he lets go of me and I lean against his car, the guy calls out for our food and he jogs over to grab it and I run back in the car locking all the doors laughing at him.

He knocks on the window disappointed holding our food in a bag "y/n open the door" he says and I shake my head "I'll refund your noodles" he says and I look at him "You wouldn't" offended at me he turns around and I reach over for his door swinging it wide open "HERE" I yell as he turns around with a smirk getting in the car. "for someone i've only met once you have some nerve to buy noodles for me and then threaten to take it back" I point my finger at him and he chuckles placing the food in the back seat "mackie did tell me not to threaten you with food" he laughed "to my house we go" he continues, his house? "the second time we meet and i'm going to your house please buy me a drink first" I smirk as he rolls his eyes "you did that for yourself plenty of times" he says. Winding my window down I admire new york lights in the middle of the night, i hadnt live here for long but i know that i moved here because it was beautiful. Maybe an hour later we stop at a beautiful house not too big and not too small "who lives here" i ask as he turns the car off "me and myself" he smiled at me before getting out and walking over to my door and opening it, I stumble out of the car, Sebastian catching me before my nose skimmed the concrete and was shaved down. he dusts me off laughing "you gotta be more careful gorgeous" he says opening the backdoor grabbing the food and then locking the car, he grabs my arm wrapping it around his shoulders walking me to his front door. "stand still" he said unlocking his door opening it to reveal a surprisingly tidy house "I expected you to be neat not a neat freak" I walk around admiring the house as he walks away into the kitchen, i start walking over to the huge luxurious sofa and falling back on it "I get why Mackie loves your couch" I slur making imaginary snow angels on the couch. (if you get the mackie reference you get it) "He hasn't even been in my house let alone my sofa" Seb says from the kitchen unpacking the food, he walks over handing me a carton of noodles with chopsticks "you do know how to use those right" he says pointing to the cutlery and I laugh sitting up "of course" looking at the chopsticks in my noodles grabbing them. The chopsticks move weirdly, not in time with my hand or in sync with my hand like they usually do "maybe not drunk" I give up looking over to him as he laughs placing his food on the table grabbing me a fork and giving it to me "can you use that?" he said and I look at him. "if I can't then I truly am the worst celeb ever" I mumble focusing on my hand as it grabs the fork, the noodles wrap around it and i bring it to my mouth quickly shoving all of it in before it falls on my shorts. I laugh victoriously with food in my mouth as does Sebastian. "im in a shirt and shorts, off my face, eating noodles with bucky barnes" I say as he nods "and i'm in pants and a shirt, not off my face, eating fried rice with Ryan Reynolds wife in the proposal" he chuckles "fake wife" I point my fork at him and he nods "of course how could I forget" he says. Probably an hour passes before I check my phone "shoot its almost five am" I slouch back on Sebastians couch "I have a spare room if you wanted, I could give you a spare shirt and some very manly shorts to shower into my shower is just around the corner" he stands up grabbing my rubbish and putting it in his bin "i would say i can walk home but you saw how the first try went" I groan and he laughs "its no hassle". "come i'll show you where the room and the shower is and then ill go get your clothes, can you walk?" he asks as I stand up "I think i've sobered a tiny bit" I cough and he nods "right this way then" he smiles leading me down a corridor "here is your room" he points to the door walking inside "theres your shower" he continues pointing to another door in the room. "wow your rich, captain america money or another movie" I ask looking around the room that was fully furnished with a TV, queen size bed and a painting "captain america" he chuckles smacking his lips "wow" I smile, he leaves the room and I run the

water of the shower. Sebastian comes back with a black shirt and some really thick shorts, but they looked really comfortable. "if you need me im at the end of the hallway yeah uh goodnight" he smiles leaning against the doorframe and I nod smiling "thank you sebastian" i say and he nods "of course" he says gently before leaving the room closing the door after him.

[sinner-as-saint]

Capital Letters.

Bucky Barnes AU.

Requested.

 Run-through: You were fortunate enough to work for who was considered to be one of the best, most admired and affluent authors of your time; Mr. James Buchanan Barnes. And soon, things weren’t so professional between you and the man…

Themes: SMUT, ANGST, language.

A/n: Hi babies, just a word of caution, the Anon who requested this told me that I could end it as I like, and by now I believe everyone knows that I am a sadistic fuck so… don’t say I didn’t warn you ;)

Also, unfortunately, this will not be made into a series. Enjoy! Okay, okay, change of plans, this fic will have a part 2. Soon, I don’t know when, but soon. 

  The ding of the elevator caused you to abruptly place the book you were currently reading down, and caused you to jump to your feet.

The floor where you worked was not that busy, just a couple of people who worked close to your boss. At the very brief thought of the devil, he appeared; stepping out of the elevator.

Your e/c eyes watched him as he walked across the dark marble floor, focusing on the screen of his phone and ignoring each and every greeting which was spoken at him.

There was no denying that James Buchanan Barnes, probably the most well-off and most talented authors of the past years, was in fact super arrogant and rude. Unlike the characters he wrote.

 You watched as he passed by your desk – ignoring you just like he did with the rest, his cologne following him and lingered in the air for quite a while. He was . . . enticing. Despite the standoff-ish manner, and arrogance, you had to admit that the man could make anyone weak in their knees just by sparing them a glance with his ocean eyes.

The slam of his office’s door as he shut it broke you out of your reverie and you hurried in collecting your phone, a notepad and a pen and you rushed into his office right behind him.

You usually didn’t interact with him. The only thing which linked the two of you was that he signed your paycheck every month.

You were his assistant’s helper. And since the assistant was away with her husband for her honeymoon, you were to be Mr. Barnes’ assistant for the next couple of weeks.

Normally, this wouldn’t be a hard task. But you had been hearing around lately that Mr. Barnes was having a little bit of trouble in writing his current novel. Apparently, the word got out that he was having a writer’s block moment since he very publicly broke up with his long-term girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff.

Given the circumstances, the publishing house was putting a lot of pressure on the man, and he has been having a terrible temper lately.

You took a deep breath once you stood outside the dark, wooden doors of his office. You quickly straightened your knee-length, long sleeved navy blue dress and secured the notepad in your hand as you knocked on the door, twice.

His name was written in black, bold, capital letters on a thin, shiny, silver plate situated on the door.

You waited for two seconds and then came the reply.

 “Come in,” he said, the annoyance could clearly be heard in his voice.

 Already? It’s barely 10 a.m. and he’s already in a bad mood?

You whispered a quick prayer in your heart as you pushed open the door, stepped inside and closed the door quickly behind you.

 “Good morning, Mr. Barnes,” you spoke as you took in his majestic appearance. Sat in his chair, carelessly scrolling through his phone, as he slowly looked up at you.

You approached his desk, yet as soon as his baby blue eyes met yours, you could’ve sworn that your heart skipped a beat.

You had met with countless blue eyes before, but none quite like his. None with this many flares of grey in them.

 “Who are you?” he asked in pure confusion and nonchalance.

His eyes narrowed slightly at you as he placed his phone down and leaned onto the table, folding his arms in front of him.

The gesture caused his dark suit jacket to tighten up around his broad shoulders and you found yourself momentarily daydreaming about your boss.

 “I, uh, I’m replacing Peggy for the coming few weeks since she’s away. And I should inform you that the publishing people called and scheduled a meeting for this afternoon. Is there anything you want me to do right now?” you asked in your ‘professional’ tone.

It was the voice you used whenever you had to conceal your nervousness.

 “What’s your name?” he asked. He looked calm, and looked like he was in deep thought.

 “Y/N Y/L/N,” you replied just with what he asked.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. It seemed as though he was studying your face, as if he was remembering each one of your features.

He stared at you for so long that you were beginning to think that your hair must be messy or that there must be something funny on your face.

 But there wasn’t.

And unknown to you, in that moment, a devious, cruel plan was made.

  ---

 The days at work went by rather smoothly. Given the reputation he had, James Barnes was actually behaving in a much more tame way.

You were handling his life at work perfectly; and he even told you that he was impressed with you. That comment of his caused all the other people to wonder how come you could bring out the good side of him.

You were getting much more confident around your boss. Confident meant that you weren’t on the verge of sweating each time he looked into your eyes.

He was . . . different. A little demanding and arrogant yes, but charming nonetheless.

  You found yourself in his office for the third time one morning.

 “Mr. Stark wants me to inform you that he’s extremely pleased with the advancement made in the novel,” you said with a faint smile.

Your boss leaned back in his chair and toyed with the pencil in his hands, flicking it around his fingers as a smile formed on his face when he heard that the head of the publishing house was finally content.

“Well, I’m glad. Tell me, Y/N, have you read any of my work?” he asked, casually.

You studied his appearance quickly; dark grey suit, his long, dark hair in a man bun with a few strands falling around his face. His pink lips lifted in a smirk, and a confident yet slight narcissistic demeanor around him.

You nodded at his question.

 “I have,” you answered, with absolutely no idea where he was going with this.

 The smirk never left his face as he got back to staring at you with his piercing blue eyes. You never admitted this out loud, but with the sun rays illuminating the room, making the color his eyes pop out even more – you thought that his blue eyes matched those of the White Walkers from Game of Thrones.

 “Which ones?” he seemed genuinely interested, and you wondered why.

 Embarrassment rushed through you.

 “All of them,” you sheepishly replied and lowered your eyes to the ground as you felt like you would collapse under his stare.

 You saw him moving. He stood up, walked around the desk and approached you; slowly. Once he stood in front of you, he inched closer to you; his breath hitting your face as he curled his finger under your chin and lifted your face up until your eyes met his again.

Your heartbeat quickened when you noticed the lack of space in between your bodies. One of his hands was stuffed in his pocket, while the other gripped your chin gently.

Your thoughts were a mess.

 “Have dinner with me. Tonight. And I might even exclusively share the plans I have for the next one with you. Sound good?” he basically left barely any room for negotiation.

The fan girl in you jumped with joy at his suggestion. You didn’t lie when you said that you had read all of his books. You owned all of them, and you loved each one of them.

There was something about the way he wrote that made him seem like an angel, even if he was the complete opposite in real life.

Some of his books had very detailed, intimate chapters. Ones which made you blush, also ones that you couldn’t stop re-reading.

You often wondered if any of the sex scenes were based off his real life experiences. Because if they were, then that would make Mr. Barnes damn good in bed.

 He said your name to drag you back to reality.

 You couldn’t find any excuse not to, so you agreed to have dinner with him that night.

So you agreed, with a smile on.

 Or maybe you didn’t want to find any excuses.

 ---

 Sat behind your steering wheel, you blushed on your way home that evening.

Mr. Barnes told you that he would be sending his driver over at yours at around 8 p.m. to fetch you. So, that left you with 2 and a half hours to get ready for your rendezvous with your boss. For dinner. At his house.

As it became too much for you to handle, you texted a close friend about it. She replied almost immediately with how excited she is to receive the details later.

 Could it be that your boss had a thing for you? Would that explain why he was nice to you these past few days while he was impolite towards the staff?

Could this be the start of something beautiful?

 For quite a long time now, you had been shamelessly developing a crush on your boss. I mean, what’s not to like, you thought.

The very brief thought of him reciprocating what you felt for him, had you feeling lightheaded.

 You made good use of the time you had to get ready. Took a bath, applied a light makeup, and got dressed in a casual, flowy white dress. You had your hair down, since it was always tied into a neat bun at work.

Pairing the dress with black heels, you stepped outside your apartment as soon as you heard honking downstairs.

Your ride was here to take you to your boss.  

  ---

 The driver dropped you off right at the front door of Mr. Barnes’ mansion. And you were practically shaking in nervousness as you pushed open the front door and stepped inside.

The house was well lit, and well furnished, but silent and empty.

You sensed the very faint aroma of food in the air and kept walking forward in the hallway, which eventually led you to a grand, spacious living room.

You looked around for a few seconds, taking in the interior which mainly consisted of reds, and white and black – occasionally.

 “Mr. Barnes?” you called out and heard a rather clear voice reply back; which meant that he was close by.

 “In here, Y/N!” it said, and you followed it across the lavish living room.

 The fine, elegant all white/black kitchen was not hard to find actually.

You walked in and found him pouring red wine in one of the glasses he had in front of him. He stood beside the kitchen island, with an unfamiliar, genuine smile on his face.

 “You look beautiful,” he spoke, his voice softer than it usually is. His hair wasn’t tied in a bun anymore, it was down, wavy and framing his gorgeous face flawlessly.

He wasn’t wearing a suit anymore, just black pants and a dark blue shirt. He looked good. Like, really good.

The shirt seemed a little too tight around his muscular arms as he extended his arm to offer you the half-full glass.

You accepted it and whispered a ‘thank you’ at your boss.

 “You have a lovely home, Mr. Barnes,” you spoke and took a sip of the wine. He observed you intently as he poured himself a glass as well.

He placed the bottle back on the table and leaned against the counter, just a feet or two away from you.

 “It’s… lifeless, but thank you. And please, call me Bucky when we’re not at work, Y/N,” he spoke and took a seat on the stool by the end of his sentence.

He had said it so effortlessly, yet his words caused your heart to skip a beat.

Bucky…

You repeated the name a couple of times in your head as you took a seat as well, opposite of where he sat.

 “Okay, Bucky,” you tested the name and it rolled off your tongue perfectly.

He liked it, judging by his smile, you could tell he preferred that to ‘Mr. Barnes’.

  Dinner was great. Simple food, simple conversation. You noticed that 2 glasses of wine later, your grumpy boss was actually a funny man.

 ---

 “I hope you know that I still haven’t forgotten about the next novel. You promised you’d talk to me about it, I’m waiting, Mr. Bar- I mean, Bucky,” you spoke as the two of you put away the plates and the cutlery into the sink.

You offered to place the dishes in the dishwasher but he promised you that his housekeepers would handle it, so you let it go.

 He finished his third glass of wine and gave you a fake, shocked look.

 “Wow, Y/N, is that really the whole reason why you accepted my offer? All for that book, not for me? I’m hurt,” as he spoke, he gradually made his way to you.

And in no time, he had you trapped between him and the counter.

Your bodies were so close that you lost your ability to think straight. His eyes were darker and glossier than earlier this evening.

The scent of wine was evident in his breath and his lips looked even more pink than before. His face was inches away from you, and you blamed it on the wine in your system but leaning forward and closing the gap between the two of you was incredibly tempting.

 His fallen lock of dark hair tickled your skin and you let out an involuntary giggle.

Bucky’s body tensed at the sound. You don’t know why.

 “Come on, everything’s in my study upstairs,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you along with him up the stairs.

   Something changed once you entered his study. Maybe it was he demeanor, or his intentions or perhaps even the temperature. You couldn’t place a finger on what it was, but something definitely shifted in the air as you walked into the room.

It was a cozy room, with couches and even a fireplace in one corner. Book shelves were filled with works of other authors, his awards and trophies stood proudly on a shelf on the other side of the room. A large desk was planted in the middle, and a bunch of papers scattered all over it.

 Your thoughts were foggy from there on, one moment you were listening to him as he explained his supposed endings to his next novel. And the next moment, you stood in front of him – stripping.

 You weren’t drunk completely, but you definitely weren’t thinking straight.

You found yourself standing in front of your boss, while he sat on one of the dark red couches, enjoying the show.

 “Why did you stop, Y/N? Go on, take it all off,” he urged you to take off your white dress, followed by your lacy set of underwear as well.

His voice barely hid the lust he had coursing through him. His breathing got more and more shallow with each article of clothing that you discarded.

You felt naked, and very, very nervous. But seeing his reaction to your bare body caused an unfamiliar sense of confidence to erupt in you.

 Bucky shamelessly eyed you up and down, taking in every inch of your skin. Studying your body, observing each one of your features intently.

His eyes lingered around your breasts and your hips. All your curves drove him crazier with each passing second. The perkiness of your breasts matched the growing hard on in his pants.

 With the discussion over the upcoming novel long forgotten, Bucky reached out and pulled you into him.

You straddled his thighs as you landed on his lap. Your breasts merely inches away from his lips, he smirked.

Slowly, he took of your sensitive buds in his mouth. He sucked on the soft skin as his teeth applied just the slightest bit of pressure upon the bud.

His warm tongue swirling around your nipple had you throwing your head back in pleasure. Your eyes closed as you relished his touch.

His hands gripped your waist as he pressed you to his clothed body. You instinctively bucked into him and he pinched your ass as you did.

 Never in a million years had you thought that one day, you’d be grinding on your boss in his study. But here you were, guess life was unpredictable like that.

 Bucky released your nipple and kissed his way up until he reached your collar bones. He nibbled on your skin and the sweet pain had you whimpering in no time. One of his hands moved away from your waist and slipped in between your thighs instead.

His knuckles rubbed against your wet folds as he smeared the wetness around, making you moan quietly against his cheek. His beard scratched your skin but you enjoyed every second of it.

 “You are so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered along your skin as he pushed two fingers into your entrance.

He let out a series of swear words when he took note of how tight you were.

 “Fuck!” you whined when he curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your most sensitive spots.

His touch left you wanting more, and more. His fingers slipped in and out of you at a steady pace and you were a messy, moaning mess.

He stroked your walls with his two fingers and he soon had you coming undone around his fingers, which were now coated with your arousal.

 You muttered his name over and over again as you rode the waves of euphoria which washed over you. Bucky slowly slipped his two fingers out of you and placed them against his lips, sinfully licking them clean.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed your taste.

The sight had you blushing like crazy. You tried controlling your intake of air but just as you regained control over your senses, Bucky flipped the two of you on the couch and knocked the air out of you again.

Your bare back came in contact with the velvety couch and you mentally moaned at how soft and comfy it was.

 “You’ve been driving me crazy since the day I first saw you, you know that? Ever since then, I can’t get you out of my mind and I’ve been dying to touch you,” Bucky whispered along your skin as he left marks all over your neck.

You could only whimper in pleasure under his touch.

His hair fell around his head and you constantly had to remove it from his face just so you could get a good look at him.

He was beautiful, in the dimmed lights of his study, he looked angelic even.

As he was straddling you, you could clearly feel his growing bulge as it rested against your dripping core. The only thing keeping him from fucking you was his clothes. And for a second, you wondered why he wasn’t getting undressed.

But before you could dive deeper into that thought, he placed his mouth on yours. Your lips moved in perfect harmony; tongue rubbing against each other’s.

You sighed in delight through the kiss.

 He deepened the kiss by stroking the top of your mouth with his skilled tongue, and you were on the edge just by that simple action.

 His scent filled your senses and suddenly he was all you could think of. His hands roamed around your body, touching you wherever he could, memorizing the shape of your figure until he finally cupped your core and rubbed the sensitive skin around your swollen clit – making you shudder under him.

 “Bucky, I- oh fuck!” you whined as he slipped his fingers into your entrance yet again. His head dipped into your neck and he licked and bit around your skin until he found your sweet spot.

  He messed around with you for a little bit, then lifted off of your body for a quick second; removing his pants and briefs and unbuttoning his shirt in no time.

It seemed weird, having your boss standing naked in front of you, but given that the man looked like his body had been crafted by Gods – you didn’t mind it a bit.

 Bucky climbed back into the couch and hovered over you, stroking his thick length while he did so. Your mouth shamelessly watered at the sight of his Adonis belt.

Damn, he’s fit!

 He placed his mouth on top of yours again, to swallow the winces which came out of you as he pushed his length into your tight entrance. His long hair fell and tickled your skin. His breathing got shallow again as he pushed himself fully into you.

He lifted his head and watched you frowning as his cock stretched you to your maximum. He watched you attentively as your lips parted and you moaned his name once he filled you up nicely.

 “B-bucky, I- holy fuck-,” you whined as he slowly slipped out of you completely, before slamming back into you with a slightly bigger force.

 He groaned at the feel of your walls wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching around him.

 “I’m right here, Y/N, tell me if it hurts too much. Okay?” he whispered against your mouth, before he tugged on your lips and he started moving his hips – rocking into you slowly, then gradually increasing his speed.

 You were too caught up in pleasure to even make sense of what he said to you. Your back arched off the velvety surface of the couch and your chest pressed to his.

Bucky’s lips kissed your face; all over. He seemed to be compensating for the sweet pain he was causing you.

You hooked your legs around his lean waist as his thrusts got rougher than the last. You were a moaning mess under him.

 “So tight, fuck! You’re all mine, babe you get that? All mine,” he spoke in your ear, groaning as you bucked your hips to meet each one of his thrusts as well.

He slammed into you, his hands travelling all over your body, until one of them wrapped around your throat. He fucked you raw and relentlessly, watching how your face morphed into frowns of pleasure.

Bucky applied just the slightest bit of pressure at his grip and your eyes flew open in surprise at the revelation of this more dominant side of him.

 “That’s right, look at me. Look me in the eyes while I fuck you like no one ever has. Look at me babe, you look so beautiful, fuck!” Bucky mumbled under his breath as your moans got more and more high pitched.

His voice was gravelly and laced with lust and passion as he rammed into you like he owned you.

Your body shook against him, your legs felt numbs as he relentlessly slammed into you. Bucky slid his hand in between your connected bodies and furiously rubbed your bundle of nerves, earning a loud moan out of you.  

As he did so, the pressure at your core became too much to handle, and you craved for release. Guess he noticed, as he slipped his tongue back into your mouth one last time and took your bottom lip between his teeth again.

 “Come on, baby, cum for me. Let me see how pretty you look when you cum around me, with my cock buried so deep in you… fuck,” he finished as he came, cursing some more as his seeds spilled in you, coating your pulsating walls.

In your haze, your foggy brain managed to notice that Bucky was just as vocal as the characters of his novels.

Were his love-making scenes inspired by his experiences in real life?

 You came right after him, back lifting off the couch and moaning his name out loud. Bucky kissed you wherever he could and whispered how good you were to him in your ear as you tried gaining control over your senses again.

Your vision was blurred as you slowly opened your eyes again.

Somehow, his cock erected inside of you again.

He removed his cock from your warm entrance. His strong hands found your waist again as he flipped you over; you lying in your stomach and your ass up in the air.

You were still breathless but he wasn’t quite done with you yet.

 “Just can’t seem to get enough of you,” he mumbled, breathlessly.

 The palm of his hands hovered over the skin of your ass cheeks as he traced all your stretch marks and whispered how beautiful you looked under him.

His finger ran up and down your spine, leaving goose bumps in its way. Bucky chuckled at how responsive you were, and bent down to place kisses along your shoulder blades and the back of your neck.

He breathed in your fresh, floral perfume and mumbled under his breath something you didn’t catch.

He lifted your hips upwards and bent your knees under you so your glistening core was on full exposure in front of his face.

You blushed as he placed yet another kiss on your ass before running his fingers up and down your wet folds. You shivered as you felt him aligning his red, leaking tip to your entrance again.

He rubbed the tip of his member along your folds; coating his length with your cum as he rubbed your clit and wet folds, separating them as he glided his cock in between them at a pace so painfully slow that you felt like you were slowly collapsing into insanity.

You moaned out loud, unable to hold back as you surrendered to him completely. Your face against the velvety surface of the couch, your hands unmoving under your chest and your ass in the air – you were happily helpless.

A toy for him to use as he pleased.

 He groaned as he slipped into you, the new position granting the two of you immense pleasure simultaneously.

Once his cock sank completely into you, you felt his fuzzy base against your ass and whimpered as one of his hand slipped under and rubbed your clit.

You let out a series of cuss words as Bucky bucked his hips against you, slipping in and out of you with ease.

Soon, he was slamming into you all over again. The pace he chose was much faster than earlier, it was almost animalistic.

Your body moved against him like a rag doll; you tried meeting each one of his thrusts but you gave up midway because you were too focused on the pleasure his body brought you to be able to focus on something else.

 Bucky slammed in and out of you continuously, moaning and grunting in the process. Tears fell out of your eyes as the pleasure became too much to handle; and your felt the pressure forming again.

“You take me so well, Y/N, fuck!” Bucky murmured as he increased his pace; ramming into you mercilessly.

Your thoughts were a mess yet again as you felt your vision becoming blurrier with each passing second. Your squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pushing you into him harshly each time he filled you up.

 The sweet, familiar pain formed again, and you came without any warning – gushing out all over him as he kept slamming into you, chasing his own orgasm as your walls clenched around him, squeezing him all over again like the first time that night.

You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore, so you collapsed onto the couch, him following right after. His sweaty torso pressed against your back, he rubbed along your sides as he whispered comforting words in your ear.

He did that a lot, you noticed.

 His member throbbed as he slowly removed it from inside you. His cum dripping out of you as he did you. It seemed as though he took a moment to admire his cum dripping down your folds and onto the couch.

Soon, he got off you and disappeared for a little while. Your eyes remained shut as you rode out the waves of euphoria. You were too worn out to even move.

Your body shuddered as you felt the loss of contact. You missed him against you already.

 You felt a sweet fatigue washing over you. It was satisfying almost, and the next thing you knew is that you were being scooped up in the arms of the man who had just fucked you into oblivion.

 He walked for what felt like forever until he finally reached his destination.

 He laid you down on cold, yet comforting satin sheets and you peeled your eyes open to see him. Bucky bent down and placed a kiss on your forehead.

 “You did so good, Y/N, thank you. Thank you for your help, now get some sleep, you need it,” he whispered against your forehead and left.

You wanted to question him further, but you figured that it was rather late, and your body was shutting down. And sleep seemed really tempting, so you gave in, and allowed the soothing darkness to engulf you.

However, one last thought rushed through your mind

 What help was he talking about?

  ---

 The next morning, you woke up rather late. The antique clock situated on the wall facing you indicated that it was 9:15 a.m.

Fuck! You thought, I should be at work.

 You removed the covers and realization hit you gradually. You weren’t home, no. You slept over at your boss’ place.

Your nervous eyes looked around the room. It was well furnished, yet it seemed as though no one really used it on a daily basis. It had that stuffy smell.

You looked down at your bare body and panicked. Yet, relief quickly washed over you once you noticed your white dress and underwear carefully folded and placed at the corner of the king-sized bed you were currently in. Your purse was there too.  

You were in desperate need of a shower. You wrapped the cover around you as you sheepishly walked towards what should be the bathroom, yet the click of the door handle stopped your advances.

You were frozen to the ground as the door opened.

You were half hoping it was your boss, but much to your disappointment, it wasn’t. Instead, it was a middle-aged woman with blonde hair.

She walked in with ease and smiled at you.

Her actions seemed much… practiced. As though she had done this a million times before.

 “Hello, Miss Y/N, I’m Lily, the housekeeper. Mr. Barnes told us you would be here. He asked me to let you know that you may have today off. You won’t be required at his office today. The car is waiting for whenever you wish to go back home. Breakfast is downstairs,” she informed you with an equally practiced smile and a tone which made it seem like she was forcing herself to sound cheerful.

You nodded, in shame and disappointment.

 “Is Buck- Mr. Barnes home as well?” you asked, your voice hoarse and you sounded dehydrated. Which was of course, no surprise given the activities of the previous night.

You were sure that this lady was able to see all the marks Bucky left on your neck and you noticed how her eyes briefly flashed a strange emotion; pity?

 “No, Mr. Barnes is at work. I’ll be downstairs, Miss, call me if you need any assistance,” she seemed like she walked away to avoid any follow up questions from you.

 Bucky was at work, and told you to take the day off?

Well, that was weird.

  You shrugged at the thought and moved into the bathroom. You took the well-deserved and much needed shower and allowed the warm water to take away all the tension from your muscles.

You found a spare toothbrush and continued with your morning routine. You washed the remnants of your makeup and wiped your face once you were done.

 You walked back into the room, wrapped in a towel and stood in the middle of the room for quite a while.

Was your boss avoiding you?

Well, clearly he was. But why?

Was it something you said, or did?

 You replayed the previous night’s occurrences over and over again, yet you couldn’t find anything which would explain his sudden hostile behavior.

You rushed to check your phone, hoping that there would be a message that would explain why he wasn’t checking up on you. But there wasn’t.

Involuntary tears formed in your eyes.

Did he not want you anymore? Or were you overthinking it all?

 You refused to let the tears fall as you slipped back into your underwear and finally your dress. You looked at your appearance in the nearby mirror.

The marks of his kisses and his bites on your neck in contrast with your pure, white dress. The contrast was rude.

 You picked up your purse and slipped your phone back inside it as you quickly made your way down the stairs.

You weren’t angry, you were embarrassed. Really, really ashamed at the situation in which you found yourself.

 You rushed outside and found his driver standing next to the car. He smiled apologetically at you and simply nodded when you told him that you wanted to get home as fast as he could get you.

You checked your phone obsessively as you sat in the backseat of his car. A lump formed in your throat as you thought about him.

It was a Friday, so thankfully you wouldn’t see him for the next 2 days. And hopefully you’d get over the sadness which flooded your senses.

Or, perhaps he actually was really busy and would get back to you over the weekend. You hoped to hear from him.

 ---

  You were a complete mess during the weekend. Every time you phone signaled that you had a new notification, you would all excited thinking it was your boss. But each time, you could feel a piece of yourself sinking in disappointment as you realized that it wasn’t him.

You were falling for him, hard and fast. And he wasn’t there to catch you. Your life had become a broken fairytale.

 You sent him a few messages, not getting into details, but just asking him what the problem was. None of which were replied to.

You had internalized that he was ignoring you, but the one thing which bothered you was that you couldn’t figure out why he was doing so.

You were miserable during the two days you had spent away from the office. And Monday morning was no different.

 You got ready, barely paying attention to what you looked like. All you knew was that you needed to confront Bucky about what was happening.

 You drove silently, not even bothering to play your usual playlist. You had skipped breakfast and even skipped your morning coffee.

You were a mess.

   Sitting at your desk and waiting for him to arrive must have been the most difficult 15 minutes of your life.

You thought about everything. Even went to lengths you shouldn’t have.

Would he sack you out?

Would he apologize for ignoring you?

While fucking you, he did mention that you were his, did he mean it?

 Was it wrong to fall for his charms in the first place?

Yes, yes it was.

  Sometime later, the elevator dinged, he was here.

You stood up, straightening your burgundy dress and hoped that he would at least spare you a glance, but he didn’t.

It felt like a déjà vu. Him ignoring everyone, focused on his phone as he walked into his office.

He passed by you just like every day and didn’t even look up from his phone.

The lump in your throat came back. And it stayed for longer than the last time.

You gathered your phone, your notepad and a pen and made your way into his office. You knocked just like you are used to, and his reply came back just like every day.

“Come in,”

 You pushed open the door and walked in; heartbroken.

He had his glasses on and he was typing something, eyes never leaving the screen of his laptop. The silver screen held his attention more than you did. And you hated how insignificant you felt.

 “Mr. Barnes, um, is everything okay?” you asked, and he still didn’t face you. He was busy writing whatever he was.

His reply came back monotonous.

 “Yes, Y/N. Why?” he asked back, clearly not wanting to know why you asked him that in the first place.

 You didn’t know what to say.

Why did you ignore me for 3 days after fucking me?

Why aren’t you acknowledging the night we spent?

 It would all make you seem so desperate.

 “Nothing, I was just w-,”

 “Y/N, if it’s nothing important, would you mind stepping outside and closing the door behind you. I’m rather busy at the moment. Thank you,” he spoke, monotonously still.

You nodded; taking in his appearance one last time before turning away from him. Dark blue suit, a silver tie, his hair up in its usual bun with a few strands still framing his face. His beard was a little more untidy than usual, but he looked good nonetheless. His black framed glassed sat on the bridge of his nose and he looked just a majestic as ever in his dark leather seat.

 The room was silent as you walked back towards the door. The only sound was made by your heels clicking on the marble floor.

You stepped outside and mentally cursed yourself for even thinking for a moment that there was a chance of him and you being a thing together.

You were nothing compared to him.

 Realization hit you as you finally came to the conclusion that you had been so easy. All he wanted was to get you in bed, and he succeeded. And now, you were just another woman who had been used by him. You weren’t special, and he confirmed that.

 You took a deep breath as you turned around to face the closed door again, his name written upon it in bold letters added to your injury.

James Buchanan Barnes.

As if you needed another reminder of how small and powerless you were compared to him…

  ---

 The following week went by as painfully as the first day. He ignored you and treated you like you were just an assistant. He refused to even spare you a proper look, he was engrossed in writing and people soon found out that he had come out of his writer’s block moment and that he was hell-bent on finishing the book now.

 By the second week after your intimate moments with your boss, Peggy was back. And she took over her job so you very rarely saw Bucky.

Bucky… even just saying his name brought back all the memories.

 Your feelings were bottling up inside of you; the shame, the anger, the embarrassment, the feeling of having been nothing but a toy to him – it all remained unspoken inside of you.

Until one day, a Thursday in the second week post your sexual interaction with your boss, you decided to confront him.

You found yourself in his office one afternoon. And he was still writing, typing furiously on the keyboard.

 “Mr. Barnes, I need to talk to you about something,” you spoke, trying your best to hide your nervousness.

He didn’t look up from the screen.

 “Sure, Y/N, go ahead,” was all he replied and you knew for a fact that he wasn’t paying you any attention.

 And that was it. You reached your limit and your patience ran out.

 You stepped closer to his desk as you raised your voice.

 “Oh for fuck’s sake! Stop ignoring me, and don’t pretend like you aren’t avoiding me ever since we fucked! I need to know what the fuck is going on. What did I do?” the desperate tone in your voice was hard to ignore.

 And your slightly raised voice caused him to finally look at you. He didn’t have any emotion on his face as he looked at you. No apology, no remorse, nothing.

You noticed that the skin under his eyes were darker than usual.

 Without saying a word, he removed his glasses and placed them back on the table. He stood up and walked around the table, approaching you like how an animal approaches its prey.

Slowly, confidently – knowing damn well that he was the superior one in this situation.

 “Watch your tone with me, Miss Y/N. Now, tell me, what do you want to know?” he asked again as if he hadn’t just heard a word you said.

 “Are you- who do you think you are? What makes you think it’s okay to avoid me like the fucking plague after we’ve-,”

 Before you could finish telling him off, he pushed you back against the wall right next to the door and grabbed both your wrists and pinned them above your head.

His legs on either side of you as he trapped you between him and the wall.

You winced when your back hit the wall, but he didn’t care.

 “I told you to fucking watch that tone when you’re talking to me, Miss Y/N,” he whispered sinisterly. A completely different person to who he had been the day you went over to his house.

 “Frankly, I have no interest in you, Miss Y/N. I just needed the right . . . muse to help me write the ending of my novel. I needed an elaborated, steamy, intimate scene, but with Natasha gone, I couldn’t write without experiencing it first. To be honest, you were an immense help in helping me get out of that headspace,”

He spoke, looking you dead in the eyes. His blue eyes, the ones you often daydreamed about, now had this look in them which reminded you of how heartless the man in front of you was.

 He continued.

 “I should be thanking you, in fact. Thank you for being so easy, so naïve and so fucking good to me. Really, Y/N, I fantasized about your body for days after I fucked you. Even got hard while I was writing the scene, just thinking about how you moved while I was buried deep inside you,” he whispered, darkly, against the shell of your ear.

Silent tears streamed down your face as each one of his words hit you like a punch in your face.

 “You’re sick. Let go of me,” you tried to free your hands from his tight grip, but you failed.

He moved his face dangerously close to yours, and if you hadn’t moved your face to the side, you were afraid that he might have brushed his lips with yours.

 “No, you said you wanted to know why, well here you go. You’re beautiful, Y/N, so fucking beautiful but God are you fucking stupid, I mean, you didn’t even put up a fight, didn’t even to chase you, all I did was ask you and you gave in to me. So fucking easy,” his words hurt.

Tears threatened to fall as he spoke; humiliating you.

 “I still vividly remember the sounds you made, and how I got you moaning in no time. So responsive, so beautiful and so fucking naïve. Tell me, do you let every man take you with such ease?” he mocked, and chuckled as you tried to move away from him but again, failed to do so.

 “But don’t worry, I’ll get you a free copy of the book so you can finally see what you helped me create. Now go on, and stop behaving like a child. You’re gonna stop acting like I owe you an apology, and you’re definitely not going to mention any of this to anyone. Understand?”

His voice reflected the power he had. Of course you wouldn’t tell anyone, you couldn’t. It would only ruin your reputation.

Silent tears streamed down your face as he released you, finally. He walked away from you and got back to his seat.

 “Go on now, I would really like a cup of tea. Black, no sugar. Thank you, Miss Y/N,” he spoke as if he didn’t do anything to hurt you.

He acted as though he didn’t just break your heart. Of course, he didn’t know that you had started to develop feelings for him.

He was right, you were naïve. So fucking naïve.

How could you think that he would even consider to reciprocate the feelings you had for him?

  You got him his tea, and avoided looking at the smug look on his face and you went on with your day; heartbroken.

 ---

  The week ended and over the next weekend, news circulated around that the publishing process of his book was nearly over. That meant that he would be having his launch party very soon. Something you were initially excited for, but now dreaded.

The day he had invited you over for dinner, for a brief moment, you had indeed thought about what it would be like to be his date for the party.

But now you simply felt like you were stupid for even having thought about such a thing. You laughed humorlessly at your stupidity.

 ---

  Earlier that week, the paparazzi had caught him and a certain dark haired beauty having dinner at some posh restaurant which you couldn’t afford anytime soon.

And the mystery woman turned out to be a rather well-known model. And ever since, she was rumored to be his date for the party which was to be held the following weekend. The magazines and websites believed that the two made a ‘perfect’ couple and that they looked great together.

Even your friends and colleagues thought the same.

And it hurt.

It hurt a lot.

Even if your boss indeed turned out to be the same arrogant, savage man every one said he was; it didn’t change the fact that you were actually falling for him. Nothing would change the fact that you felt a connection between the two of you when he fucked you that night.

And being the overly emotional, apparently naïve, person you were – you couldn’t simply get rid of the thought of him.

  The night of the launch party, you missed it. You made an excuse of being sick and your colleagues easily bought it.

You cried yourself to sleep that night; thinking about everything was . . . heartbreaking. You were in pain.

Thankfully, you wouldn’t have to clean up for work the next day, so you basked in your miseries thoroughly.

 ---

 Saturday morning was just as miserable as the previous night.

You roamed around your apartment aimlessly, purposely avoiding your phone and PC because you knew that your social media would be filled with pictures of last night and frankly, you did not want to see his face, nor his new girl’s.

 An hour spent doing nothing later, you decided that going to the gym and working out might actually help take your mind off him and help clear whatever it is that you were feeling.

You got changed, grabbed a water bottle and your keys and made your way to the front door. As you opened it, you found a white box right at your door step.

 Hoping that it is not what you think it is, you picked it up and made your way back inside. You didn’t know whether to be angry or cry when you finally opened it.

Inside the impeccable packaging, laid carefully in the middle of the box was the new novel by James Buchanan Barnes.

The book had a hard cover, it was pure white and the title was written in dark, red, capital letters across it.

 Weirdly enough, it reminded you of how you looked the morning after he was done with you. How your neck was covered in his cruel, red marks and how your white dress taunted your stained reputation.

 A part of you screamed when you opened the book. You briefly skimmed through the foreword page, and you kept turning over each page – dying to read the novel yet wanting to burn it at the same time.

Something in the acknowledgement page caught your eye.

Instead of thanking the usual; he showed his appreciation to a certain Muse.

  To all my loyal readers, without whom I would be here today.

Big thanks to my Muse as well; the one who helped me during a tough time and provided me with the right inspiration.

   You scoffed as you read it, knowing perfectly well that he was talking about you. No one would ever be able to figure out that you were the Muse. And to be honest, you preferred it that way.

 Before you knew it, you were flicking through the book, looking for the last chapter. The chapter. The one written while keeping you in mind. The one written thanks to you. The one which caused your humiliation in the eyes of your boss. The one which acted as a blemish on your image, in your own eyes.

 Chapter 21 was the last one, and the most important one. It was the one in which the two main characters got together for the last time, before going their separate ways “for the better.”

 Your tears fell uncontrollably as you read it.

The description of the female character matched you perfectly. Her naked body, her appeal,  her features – the unkind author even mentioned that she had a mole on her right hip bone. And so did you.

Now you knew why he was observing you as such. Now you knew why he was taking his time in memorizing each part of your body. All because he wanted to write about it later.

The sex scene at the very end was an exact replica of how you and Bucky had fucked each other. He had shamelessly written it all; detailed perfectly. He had written about how her body moved, exactly like yours did.

He described what she tasted like to the male character, probably how you did to him. The description of the white dress his female character wore matched the one you wore to his house as well.

 You slammed the book shut and threw it on your bed.

You felt used. The selfish man had used you and there was nothing you could do about it.

You couldn’t believe how easily he had manipulated you. And how easily you fell for his charms.

 The book laid on your bed, the red title in capital letters taunted you. And there was still nothing you could do about it.

The book; the soon to be best-seller by J.B Barnes contained a secret only you knew about. Well, you and him.

One which you would carry in your heart for a long, long time – along with the heartache.

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