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midnightbabylon · 11 months

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New Years Eve

summary: Some time ago, you met Anthony Mackie on the set of a movie project. You two understood each other from the first second. Although you tend to avoid social contacts, he constantly invites you to his annual parties. At least five times a year, you’ll be in his house. Parties aren’t for you, but he always makes you laugh even though you don’t want to be there. And every time at those parties, you meet an incredibly handsome man. Will he and you finally get closer on New Year’s Eve?

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none I guess

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You met Anthony on Set when you became a bit bigger in the scene. As a not over social person you often stayed in your trailer reading a book. You could say that Anthony adopted you when he found out that you were practically hiding to not talk with people. He took you out to eat lunch or you were just roaming around the city. He was making you feel all kinds of comfort. You had great chemistry and soon became friends. For New Years he wanted to throw a massive house party with all his friends, colleagues and family . You volunteered to help him with decorations etc. because you really liked organizing parties. At the time time you were damn nervous because you knew that Sebastian will come tonight. You were crushing hard on this men. On the other hand you met Sebastian a few times only. Every time you had great conversations for hours ongoing, you two laughed and smiled a lot but did this mean he liked you the way you liked him? Tonight you wanted to shoot your shot. A kiss after the New Years countdown sounded perfect to you. Mackie knew about your crush that is why he bought your outfit. “He’s gonna see u in this and man.” He chuckled and made an obscene pose. “I am so good at this.” As you looked in the bag you couldn’t believe your eyes. This little black dress was a tiny piece of clothing. “I am not gonna wear that. I’d rather die.” You shoved the bag right back into his arms. “What? No! You are gonna look sexy as hell. He will be head over heels for you.” “I doubt that. It’s barely covering my ass and tits.” You gestured up and down your body. “That’s the point darling. You have great tits and a bombastic ass. Show him.” You shook your head.

Because of his compliment, you still had to smile. "Okay I'll wear it, but only if I get to do my make up and hair by myself." He grinned widely and gave you a high five. "You got it." An hour later, the house was conspicuously decorated with all sorts of odds and ends and food was on the tables. The drinks were all set up in the kitchen, so everyone could help themselves. Now you could finally get ready, too. "What if he doesn't come at all today?" You called into the room while Anthony was putting on a shirt. "Oh he'll come, he promised me." You rolled your eyes. "Okay, and what if he comes with an escort or hooks up with a pretty girl at the party?" Anthony put his hands on your bare shoulders. "You worry too much. None of that is happening. In that outfit, he only has eyes for you. Just look at you. That dress is perfect for your body type. I've outdone myself." He laughed out loud. "Just get off your high horse," you smirked.

After a few more hours, the house gradually filled up. It was still exactly four hours until midnight and you already had a headache from the stuffy air and the loud music. You weren't really in the party mood for the new year yet, inside you were rather cleaning up after the guests who were making a mess. To clear your head, you went outside to the terrace. There, the lights danced across the pool and fewer people danced and wrestled around. Anthony you had lost in the crowd a while ago. Exhaling loudly, you leaned against the wall of the house and closed your eyes. Peace and quiet. "Y/N there you are!" Sounded Anthony's voice not two seconds later. "Look who I found!" he warbled. Sebastian stood beside him, a red cup in his hand. In the blue shirt, he looked simply gorgeous. Swallowing, you began to smile. "Hey, you made it." He stared at you for a few seconds and nodded. "Yeah wow ehm you look great. That dress suits you immensely." You noticed your cheeks turning red from the heat rising into them but still returned his hug. God he smelled so divine like a man, with a hint of sandalwood. "Thanks Seb."

You chatted a few minutes before someone called his name and he turned away from you to talk to the other person. Now was your chance to grab a water. A quick check to the clock told you there was only one and a half hour left till midnight. Your eyes wandered trough the crowd of people dancing when you caught the familiar color of his shirt. A really pretty redhead reached for a strand of hair and smiled widely at him. You couldn't hear what they were saying but she probably complimented him the way he smiled back at her. Your heart pounded faster than it should with the sting in your stomach. Jealousy creeped up your blood line. But you shouldn't be jealous, he's not even yours. Quickly you looked elsewhere.

At the same time Anthony watched your reaction intensely and started playing his role as wing man for the night.

"Hey man who you kissing tonight?" Sebastian looked at him in confusion "I am single why should I kiss someone?" Anthony put his arm around his shoulder. "Everybody kisses someone at midnight." Seb drew his eyebrows together. "Who are you kissing?" He laughed. "I am kissing that hot chic right over there." Sebastian laughed nervously. "Okay good for you. And who should I kiss?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Y/N." Mackie smiled at him. "Y/N?" "Trust me. Just kiss her and you'll see how she feels about you. You flirt at every one of my parties." He rolled his eyes. "Flirting doesn't mean we're going to be anything." Anthony grinned meaningfully. "Trust me. She wants to be kissed." Sebastian sighed. "You know I'm not the type to do that." "I know, I know, but it's either that or lock you in a closet for seven minutes like the teen parties used to be." Sebastian laughed softly and took a sip of the alcohol that was mixed with some soft drink. Maybe he needed this burning in his throat today to finally have the courage to take the first step. His eyes scanned your body with arousal. The way you leaned against the bar, at the other side of the room, lost in your own thoughts. Not seeing how many men are staring at you just in this second.

In a chorus, the last ten digits of the countdown sounded. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. You couldn't see Sebastian anywhere, how could you possibly make it to him by one? Yourself. Five. Four. You went around in circles but there were just too many people. Three. Two. Oh, God.

Before the one sounded, warm hands closed around your cheeks and soft lips touched yours. Surprised, you let your eyes open and looked into the face you just wanted to see all evening. "Kiss me Y/N." He murmured against your lips and you gave in. Sighing, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his. You didn't even notice the cheers and lights around you. The kiss felt so real. You felt everything. You almost lost your mind when you felt his tongue exploring your mouth. It felt like hours before you broke away from each other. "That was…" He began and you finished the sentence. "Wow." While he added "Long overdue." You both had to laugh and looked deep into each other's eyes afterwards. "Do you feel like getting out of here and maybe going somewhere else for a bite to eat or a coffee?" He scratched the back of his head and you nodded happily. "I'd love to."

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midnightbabylon · 1 year

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Fine

summary: Bucky Barnes is the only person in the world who ignores you. Yet you are constantly sent on mission with him. In this one you get hurt by accident and he is disturbingly nice and caring to you and that confuses you.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: fluffy and soft Barnes

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Starting a new life is not always easy. After the Battle in New York City, you were faced with nothing. Your family was buried under your Manhattan apartment. An explosion had taken everything from you. Your ear rang violently and blood ran from it. You struggled through the wreckage of the streets, shaking, when it was all over. You fled the state and built a new life with the rest of your family's savings. Never again did you want to go through life without a fight. If such an attack ever happened again, you wanted to be ready for it.

"Good morning." you said as you entered the kitchen and adjoining dining room. Everyone murmured a quiet reply except Bucky. Sighing softly, you placed your cup under the coffee maker and pressed the button. Then you made yourself a sandwich and took the last seat at the other end of the table. Your ears listened to some conversations, but you did not participate in any of them. Silently you watched the morning hustle and bustle. If someone told you 6 years ago that you would be at Avengers headquarters, you wouldn't have believed them.

"Oh nice everyone is here, then I can start the meeting." Tony ate a handful of blueberries and stopped across from you. "Romanov and Clint you guys hit the jackpot. Fury will join." he handed Natasha the first file then they left. "Steve, Wilson and Wanda. Quinjet and the longest mission. Good luck." Steve took the next file. An uncomfortable feeling spread through you and inwardly you hoped he wouldn't mention you're and Bucky's names. But luck was not on your side today. "Bucky and Y/N. Warehouse in New Jersey." Frustrated, you exhaled and picked up the file. Shortly thereafter, the ghastly squeak of a chair broke the silence and Bucky stormed out of the room. You really weren't hungry anymore, so you pushed the sandwich over to Peter and stood up. "It gets better eventually." Uncertainly, you looked at Tony. "What?" you asked. "The nightmares. Friday evaluated last week's night logs for me. You can always talk to someone here Y/N." Nodding silently, you walked out of the common room to your room. As you did so, you flipped through the file.

You couldn't explain why he hated you so much. After all, you had some things in common. When you weren't on missions, you could be found in front of a good book or lost in thought in a quiet place. You especially avoided parties of any kind, simply because your social battery drained very quickly. Sam regularly tried to lure you and Bucky out of the room. It usually worked for the cold soldier, but not for you. You liked your privacy and have always been more of a loner. After freshening up and slipping into your new black suit, you came into the garage. You ran your fingers over the new fabric. Tony had completely redesigned your suit and improved it. "Took you long enough," Bucky muttered grumpily. Annoyed, you clench your jaw and stare at him for a few seconds. "Why are you always like this with me?" you blurted out. "I haven't done anything to you!" Shaking your head, you got into the car without saying another word. You slammed the door on purpose to make your point. You stared at the monitor and typed in the destination. "Are you coming already?!" you shouted out, as Bucky was still standing in the open driver's door. He mumbled something unintelligible and got behind the wheel. The drive to Jersey didn't take long, yet your mind wandered. Not that Bucky would talk to you.

"What is that?" your mother asked as she stood at the kitchen window. Darkness fell over Manhattan for a moment and you joined her. A huge crash echoed through the streets of Midtown. "Get away from the window and find your father." she said in a trembling voice. Something was wrong but you couldn't see. You almost tripped over your own feet looking for your father. As you took the stairs to the top floor, the building began to shake. "Dad!" you yell up the stairs. Staggering, you arrived at the top. Where your father's office would have been, there was a gigantic hole between the ruins and you could see the sky. It looked like an alien invasion. Your body froze into stone as you watched the giant animal-like ships glide through the air. Your father was most likely dead and you could do nothing better than watch in panic at a potential war. You always thought aliens weren't real, but like the rest of humanity, you were probably wrong. "Y/N" your mother's voice sounded from downstairs. She was standing at the foot of the stairs, eyeing you. "Come down, right now!" You had no control over your body but somehow you reached her at the bottom. "Here." she thrust a backpack into your hand and stuffed various things into it before fleeing to the flap under the carpet. She took out all the wads of bills and stuffed them into the backpack as well. "We need to get out of here, fast." She pulled on your dazed body to get to the stairwell. The building shook again and chunks of stone fell on the concrete stairs. "Dad's dead." you finally found your voice again, and it sounded raspy. "I know my darling." she said softly and you felt her hands on your cheek. "But we have to get out of here or we'll die too." Tears smeared in her eyes and you followed her downstairs. The neighbors who were still alive were also heading down to the streets, although this probably wasn't the best idea. There were burning and broken cars on the road. Parts of houses lay scattered on the asphalt. This was the greatest nightmare in the history of the world. You had never experienced anything like it before. Most people were running in one direction, but your mother was looking in the other. "We have to go that way!" You looked at her as if she was also from another planet. "Mom, are you crazy? Isn't that where everything happens?!" You pointed at the explosions and the alien ships. "And that's exactly why no one would suspect us there. We need to find a working car and get out of there. Get the hell out of New York." You nodded and followed your mother through the wreckage. She rattled some car doors, but none of them opened. "Shit," she muttered and looked across the street. "Let's try this." she pointed to the silver SUV. She looked left and right before she ran off. The only mistake your mother made was not looking up. Before she could reach the vehicle, it exploded. The wave hit and you were thrown backwards. There was a ringing in your ears and everything was spinning. Like in slow motion, you raised your head and saw your mother's lifeless body. "Mom." It was still ringing in your ear and you felt something wet flowing down your cheek. "Mom." Breathing flatly, she looked at you and raised her hand trembling.

"Y/N." Blinking, you stared at your fingers. "Y/N" That didn't come from your thoughts. Fingers appeared in front of your eye and snapped. You shook yourself back to reality and Bucky looked at you. "We're here. I parked a few blocks down the street." He pulled the key out of the ignition. "Sorry." you muttered softly and got out in front of him. In your head you went through the file again. "Now I'd like Sam's drone to take a look at this warehouse first," you muttered as you stood in front of the complex. "We'll do it the old-fashioned way," Bucky said without emotion, and proceeded to climb the surrounding rooftops. "I don't have super serum in me to just crawl up walls. It's more of a super soldier or spiderman thing." He looked down at you, his Vibranium arm shining in the sun. "Then take the back door bore." You imagined seeing his mouth wrap twitch before he climbed through a window into the building. Terrified, you stared at the window. He just walked in without you. You crept along the wall to find an open door or window. When you finally found something you could already hear gasping and grunting. Bucky seemed to knock out the opponents without a problem. That's why you set out to find the capsule that Tony wanted. Actually, you didn't like stealing things, but this capsule had already been stolen from Avengers headquarters, so technically it was just a matter of getting it back. Like a cat, you tried to sneak quietly through the storage shelves. Behind a shelf filled with barrels, you looked around the corner. Jackpot. There was this stupid capsule alone in the room. Anticipated, you went to get her out of the warehouse as quickly as possible. Before you got to the capsule, two strong arms wrapped around your shoulders. For a moment, you thought Bucky was playing a prank on you, but those arms were about to suffocate you. It took you a second to remember your self-defense. You rammed the guy's elbow in the side and he let you go. You immediately turned around and punched him in the face. He moaned and held his nose. "What fear of losing to a girl?" you joke. "Never" said the dark-haired guy before he pulled out a knife. "That's not fair." You could hardly finish the sentence before he came out. The first few times, you were able to dodge until he caught your rib and you hissed to the floor. "Fuck." you muttered and raised your arm at the last second to fire an electric shock at him. He turned to the ground. You were panting and crawling with the capsule behind the shelf. Thus, potential new attackers would not find you immediately. When you took your hand from the wound, your hand was dyed red. Breathing deeply, you pulled yourself up and clung to the shelf. A move to your right made you twitch and almost hit before you realized it was Bucky.

"Hey. You okay?" Nodding you turned your head to him. "I´m fine." He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Really? That looks painful." „I said I‘m fine.“ The words came out of your mouth harder and louder than you intended. Typical defense strategy. However, Bucky could probably see the tears in your eyes as you pressed your palms to the fabric. "Hey, I'm sorry okay? I really just want to know if everything is okay." "Just a scratch, all right." you swallowed the rest of the emotions down. "Let me see how deep it is." he came a few steps towards you. "We'd better get back."you just answered. "Y/N, please." he looked you right in the eyes the first time and you were amazed at the light blue. He pulled the stretchy fabric apart to see the wound. "It's really not deep, but it should be stitched anyway." his cold metal fingers stroke over your skin, making you twitch. "Come." he took your arm over his shoulder and reached for the pod. "Back to headquarters. We don't want you to die." he grinned and you looked at him in disbelief. "You don't have to be nice to me now just because I'm hurt." He stopped in front of the car and furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not just being nice to you…. no." he said seriously after a moment's hesitation. "Why do you usually hate me?" Tears shimmered in your eyes. "I don't hate you, not at all Y/N." he gently lifted you into the car, trying to hurt you as little as possible. "Funny you always treat me like shit though." you tried to laugh but it hurt like hell. "Who do you think leaves books at your door at night after your nightmares." He got in and drove gracefully into traffic heading for New York City. "I always thought Sam did that." you admitted quietly. "No." he muttered. "I do. I have nightmares, too. I know what it's like and I wanted to help you." He looked at the road intently. "Thanks." you whispered, "I like you Y/N I just never knew how to tell you." Your eyes got heavy. "Funny way to express it." Your voice softened and your hand slipped from the wound. "Y/N stay awake. Please stay awake." Bucky voice got louder.

"I think she is waking up," somebody murmured. "Hey they're we've been worried sick." Natasha hovered over you and Sam who was holding your hand smiled big. "Man you scared the shit out of vibranium arm boy." Now you smiled. "Sorry." "Well leave you two alone for a minute." Natasha stood up and took Sam with her. "How you feeling?" Bucky sat down on the chair next to your bed. "I feel pretty good, thanks for the rescue." He sighed. "If I was a bit faster he wouldn't even hurt you." "It is okay Bucky. I am fine. Don't worry. Let´s talk about what you said in the car earlier." you smiled. He chuckled. "Okay darling let's have that talk. But if you tell Sam I have to kill you." He took your hand in his. "First of all I am going to tell you how you flirt in this century now. No cold hearted stares anymore and treating a girl like she's air." He nodded licking his lips. "Got it. Can in kiss you anyways?" "Cheeky bastard,"you laughed out loudly with a slight pinch of pain before his warm and soft lips came crashing onto yours.

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midnightbabylon · 1 year

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Play With Fire Masterlist

Moodboard + Tropes

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

#jax #jax teller imagine #jax teller x you #jax x reader #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy #charlie hunnam

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midnightbabylon · 1 year

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Play With Fire

Part Two

summary: With some help from the bad guys, you have a good chance of a fresh start. But does Kian let you down so easily, or was this all just a sick game with big aftermath?

pairing: Jax Teller x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: violent actions, death threats

A/N: the following parts are inspired by season 2 x 13 911

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The last few days have been like a trance for you. It was like you were reliving every single trauma that Kian had inflicted on you over and over again. You could hardly sleep, but at least the diner had good food. After all, you called your mom to tell her that you and Kian didn't have a bond anymore. As a mother, she did not need to know more details. It's bad enough that so many strangers had noticed. The scratch and the cracked lip were almost completely healed so you dared to go outside again in daylight.

At first you just wanted to stretch your legs a bit until you were back on the paved square of the car repair shop. “I wouldn’t have expected you back here so soon,” Gemma’s voice suddenly sounded from the left. She smiled and squeezed out the cigarette with her high heel. “I could use some help.” you went to her and she pulled you into a warm embrace. Immediately you had to smile too.

“What can I help you with, darling?” she took you into a little cabuff and gave you a warm cup of coffee. “I was hoping someone could lend me their car so I could move out of my apartment. I wanted to escape from this relationship several times and he caught me both times. Now I can make the restart I always wanted. Unfortunately, I don’t own a car.” you sighed at your coffee. “And you want to make a fresh start here in Charming?” Your eyes met and you thoughtfully tilted your head. “I can’t answer that properly. But I want to leave this apartment and everything I don’t need behind me and start over. My mom is traveling the world and my dad has been dead for a long time. I don’t have anyone to miss me there.” A pause of silence arose. “I’m sorry, honey.” Smiling, you pulled your eyebrows together. “I’m Y/N, by the way.” You reached out to her. “We are beyond these formalities,” she said, smiling at your hand. ‘Hi Y/N.’ Less than two minutes later, Jax strapped into your coffee break. “Well, look who’s here!“ he leaned casually against the door frame and smiled at you. Gemma saw your face lighten up. “Y/N could use some help. Can you drive her to her old apartment and help her clear out everything she needs? You can take the truck that fits more.” Surprised, you glanced at Gemma and Jax answered without hesitation. “Yes, of course. If I’m lucky, the bastard will cross me again.” his smile was murderous but it looked fucking sexy. Where did that thought come from?

Quickly you discarded the thought and thanked him in advance. The trip to your hometown wasn't long, but it was pleasant. Jax told you a little bit about charming and what it was like to live there and you told him about what it was like to live in yours. By now you had arrived in the right neighborhood and stood at a red light. “What are you going to do now that it’s all over?” Jax was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat looking at you from the side. “I don’t know where and how to start again, but I want to. It was long overdue.” You gave him a light smile and drove on. “Stay here, I’ll check if your apartment is really empty.” he took your keys after you told him the number. Nervously you rubbed your palms on your jeans before he came out of the house leisurely jogging after a felt eternity. “All Kian clear, let’s go.” You take the boxes out of the trunk and get to work. The apartment was furnished a few years ago when you started to rent it but Jax was really helpful with the heavy furniture pieces you bought yourself and wanted to keep while you were cleaning out the whole apartment. The pictures and things Kian had given you ended up in a big garbage bag. You didn't want anything to remind you of him. After less than 2 hours everything was done. You had already paid for the apartment every month so moving out was still the easiest on that day. When Jax was already carrying boxes down, you met your older neighbor, Mrs Jenkins. “Oh child you’re moving out? I knew this day would come.” she grabbed her heart and sighed wistfully. You liked the old lady, you'd often sit together with a hot tea and talk about God and the world. “Yes, I got a good job offer and I have to move on.” Lying to her felt wrong but so right. After a warm hug, she wished you all the best and you met Jax again on the stairs. “If I get the last 4 boxes, we’ll be through.” Smiling, you kind of felt a feeling close to freedom. “All right, I’ll take the garbage bag away from behind the house and join you again.” A strand had come loose from your ponytail when you finally arrived in the backyard. The garbage bag was really heavy and you blew the strands out of your face after you opened the bin. You armed yourself to throw in the bag, but you didn't get there. Two strong arms wrapped around your face and neck. “If you scream, I’ll end your life here and now and throw you into that barrel just as unlovingly as you want to throw away our stuff.” The goose bumps formed within seconds and you close your eyes defeated. Kian.

Filled with fear, you watched as your ex put tape over your mouth and next tied your wrists with it. Screaming for Jax was now useless. While Kian pulled you to his truck, you were still able to pull off your ring. Jax had just looked at it earlier and would know it belonged to you. Fortunately, Kian didn't hear the clink of the ring on the asphalt as he pushed you roughly into the truck. Since his windows were tinted, no one would see your silhouette. "Everything I did for you, for us." he muttered to himself. "And how do you thank me? Running to the next best thing with a tail and getting ruined. Didn't our time mean anything to you?!" he asked angrily, and by now he was on the highway out of town. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Making him angry now might get you killed, since all he'd have to do is speed into the guardrail. For a moment you closed your eyes and then looked at him again. Tears formed in your eyes and his features softened, so he carefully removed the tape so you could respond. "It was my fault and and I promise you on my grandmother's life that he didn't ruin me. Not in any way. There was always only you Kian. He didn't even touch me, please Kian..believe me." His knuckles around the steering wheel turned white and his lip trembled before he looked at you with moist eyes. "We both made mistakes okay. I'm sorry, I want to do better. I'll do better and I'll prove it to you." Outraged, you stared at him. He was vulnerable right now and believed your lie. The sick feeling in your stomach didn't let up and the farther away you got from your old city the more tense you were in your seat.

Jax hesitated as he was about to light his second cigarette. He wondered what was taking you so long. He put the lighter back in his pocket and walked to the garbage cans. No sign of you. "Y/N?!" He looked around in all directions before inspecting the trash bag in front of the open garbage can. He repeated your name, louder this time, before running to the alley. As he did so, his shoe slipped over something, causing a metallic crunch. Confused, he lifted his foot and saw the silver ring. He picked it up and looked to the end of the alley, which was connected to the main street. Cursing, he pulled the cell phone out of his pocket, tangling the knife. "Argh! Shit!" He dialed Chibb's number and walked quickly back to the car, pulling the sliding door shut before getting behind the wheel. "What's up? You guys finally on your way back?" the Scotsman asked, amused. "We have a problem." he said seriously before there was silence on the other line. "You're on speaker." "Y/N's gone. I think her ex blindsided her in the backyard. I'm getting on the highway back to Charming. Get Unser on board, we need to track this asshole down."

A few hours passed before you woke up again. However, you were immediately aware that Kian had driven across the California state line. The immediate heat of the desert would have burned your skin if he hadn't turned up the air conditioning so high. You had no idea where exactly you were, there would only be two options and that would be Nevada or Arizona. There were no signs right now, but you would keep your eyes open. "Oh you're awake. Finally..just in time for the surprise." Kian smiled at you and you gulped. "Where are we? And can you turn the air conditioning down a bit..I'm freezing." your voice was raspy and weak. Now that he'd been alone with his thoughts for a few hours, he could be the angry psychopath again. "We're in a very special place. After all, our vacation in the cabin was taken from us and now I got us a much better one." He drove off the road onto a sandy path toward huge cliffs. The vegetation increased and you saw the blue glitter of a river. He stopped behind a thick tree and drove the car into the bushes. "Get out." he unbuckled you and opened the door. Carefully you kicked the door open and climbed into the thorn-covered bush. He slammed the car doors and threw the key into the bushes. "Come." he grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you along the steep path. Down by the river, vacation bungalows lined up among cactus landscapes. "See, beautiful isn't it?" You nodded absently and stumbled after him. He dragged you to one of the most hidden bungalows and looked around before breaking a window to get in.

Frightened, you watched as he made sure no one was in the house before pulling you in. He pushed you harshly onto an armchair and taped your wrists again. Almost panicked , he closed all the curtains and searched in all the drawers for something. Tears formed in his eyes while you admired the beautiful furnishings. He found what he was looking for when he smiled and held up a rope and tied your ankles to the feet of the chair. "Be a good girl and don't make a sound will you? Or I'll tape your pretty mouth shut." he smiled at you and put a hand to your cheek before pressing his lips to yours. Disgusted, you swallowed and turned your head away as he released. "I'll cook us something nice to eat when I find something edible and then we can talk all night honey." Silently you closed your eyes before you eyed your jeans, which were partially ripped open by the thorns. How could the day have gone so wrong? He could have just been stalking you or camped outside your apartment to get to you.

"Any news yet?" Jax stepped out into the shadows and lit a cigarette before looking at Charming's chief. "APBs on the reported car are out here in California, Nevada and Arizona. In addition, I've instructed that any new reports of stolen vehicles be monitored as well. He can't get far with her." he exhaled loudly and Gemma paced back and forth nervously. "Didn't she have anything else on her that could help us at all?" Jax shook his head and played with the silver ring in his free hand. The only thing he had from you just now, besides the cart full of your stuff. Gemma exhaled loudly and took a drag on the rest of Jax's cigarette before running to the truck and eyeing the crates. "I'm going to go through this stuff and see if I can find anything that will help us." Jax nodded, stifling a comment that Y/N had probably already thrown everything away, or at least planned to before she got caught.

Kian put a glass of water and some food on the table when he finally finished. All this time he had been silent, until now. He unclasped your hands. "This is the reward for being so well behaved. They'll stay free even if you don't fight back anymore. Got it?" he smiled and you could only nod mutely. You could only get the food down since you hadn't eaten in hours. "Can I go to the bathroom?" you asked softly as he turned on the TV. "Are you behaving?" You swallowed the lump and answered with, "Yes." He also freed your feet from the chair and told you where the bathroom was. Slowly you walked down the hall and looked around. There had to be a phone around here somewhere. Hope rose in you as you spotted one on the dresser next to the bedroom door. You quietly went into the bathroom and a short time later flushed the toilet. You let the water from the sink run and left the door ajar as you crept to the phone. Carefully, almost silently, you lift the receiver. "Are you going to be done soon? The movie's about to start!" shouted Kian from the front. "Be right there." You tried to sound like it was coming from the bathroom and when you finally got the phone to your ear, however, no dial tone sounded. Confused and heart pounding, you pressed 911 on the dial pad. Nothing. Uncertainly, you pulled the phone forward and saw that the cord had been cut. "You little-!" Kian was suddenly standing in the hallway. You couldn't even put the phone down, already colliding with the glass case. "I ask you just once to behave and you betray me?! I expected more from you Y/N!" His grip painfully clutched your face and your forehead throbbed. Roughly, he pulled you back to the chair. He turned down the TV and knelt in front of you. "Y/N, listen." he exhaled loudly. "We can be happy together again. We'll start all over again. In a new place, maybe even with new names. We will face each other as new people. You will forgive me, and love me again. I know that." he clutched your hands and looked at you. Now it was your turn to exhale loudly. He made you stand up and walk across the room. "Yes, I've always found a way to forgive you." Carefully, you reached for the sculpture on the shelf, about the size of your hand, before turning to him. "Then let's give it a try. What are we waiting for?" he said hopefully, coming toward you. When he was close enough to you, you hit him over the head with the heavy sculpture. He fell to the ground and you ran out the door into nature.

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midnightbabylon · 1 year

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Play With Fire

Part One

summary: Your boyfriend surprised you with a romantic weekend in Northern California. Only he didn't expect his car to break down in Charming. As if that wasn't bad enough, he sent you down the road in the dark to the Teller-Morrow automotive repair shop. Just there you ran into a forbidden handsome man who could be the answer to all your problems or your downfall.

pairing: jax teller x fem!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: violence, swear words, domestic violence, more language

A/N: First Jax Teller series because lately I started watching SOA and I am obsessed! with this man. When I tell you this man is so fine!! Damn.Enjoy : ) Also I really wanted this to be a bit slowburn so there will be more parts don’t worry ;)

But if you can‘t read stuff like this please skip!!

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The first chords of Life is a Highway sounded from the radio and you couldn't hide your smile. You loved that song. Your forehead was leaning against the cold windshield of the truck. Silently you began to shape the text with your lips before Kian suddenly barked, “Could you stop that?!”. When he suggested this trip yesterday morning, you thought he might get back on track, but right after that reaction, you knew he'd never get better. A romantic weekend in Northern California, how thoughtful. Why do you think he used that excuse? How could you survive such a long drive if you couldn't even sound your favorite songs with humming? You kept looking out the window and rolling your eyes so he wouldn't see it. “How long are we still on the road?” you asked cautiously. Kian sighed and looked at the small screen, which was the only light source in the car. “We still drive through this strange town called Charming and then turn to the hut.” Less than five minutes later, you passed the giant tree disc with the name of the city. It was only dimly lit, yet you had to smile. “Funny, did you see? Our name says it all.” Smiling, you looked at your boyfriend who was just staring out. You dropped your head against your seat and looked at the houses and the countryside. You could just read the sign of an automotive repair before the car went further towards the outskirts of town. Just when you wanted to be sad about leaving the sweet city there was a loud bang and Kian slowed down before he parked on the side of the road. “Shit!” Confused, you looked over to him. “What was that? Was that the tire?” Angry, he looked at you and you backed away. Then he got out and slammed the door before he ran to the back of the car. Nervously you chewed on your black-painted fingernails. A short time later, Kian was back in the driver's seat breathing loudly. “The tire is fucking junk and I don’t have any spare in the trunk.” You squeezed your fingers nervously. “There was a car repair shop earlier.” you point your finger backwards. “Maybe they’re still open.” Kian hit the steering wheel hard and you had to jerk automatically. “Okay. Go and ask if they change the tire for us no matter what price.” You looked out the window in disbelief. It's pitch black out there. “It’s dark.” “And?” Kian asked, and you watched how his jaw muscles tightened.

The last time you disobeyed his orders, you had to put makeup on your blue eye for the next four days. “Okay okay I’ll go.” When you got out, you pulled your jacket tighter in the cool air and walked back a few miles at the side of the road. You kept blowing warm air into your hands. The nights were very cool although California is actually so warm. After a felt eternity you finally saw the yellow-red sign: Teller - Morrow Automotive Repair. One of the three gates was only half open, so you ran quickly towards it. Before you could look in, a man came out who just put a glowing cigarette in his mouth. You two stumble back a few steps. “Oh God, I’m sorry,” you said quickly and couldn’t help but look. The blonde hair was covered under a cap. He was wearing black jeans with white Airforce. Your gaze flew up and you saw the black hoodie and the eye-catching coat. He seemed to be in some kind of club or gang. “Everything’s alright, but we are closed.” he put the cigarette back between his lips expressionlessly. Your heart sank to the ground. “Really? It’s an emergency.” nervously you looked back to the street. “What happened?” he asked calmly. “The truck ... so our truck. The tire has burst and we have to change it.” He blew a cloud of smoke into the night and surveyed you. “We can change the tyre tomorrow morning. No important appointments have come in yet.” Shaking your head, you looked back to the road. “You don’t understand. The tire has to be changed today. He’ll pay you whatever you want.” He casually pushed himself off the wall and came towards you. “Honey, you’re very nervous. What’s going on?” Before he could touch you, you took a step back. Kian would immediately notice that handsome guy's perfume and punish you for it.

“Please! Can’t you make an exception? I’ll get in trouble if this isn’t done today. ” Actually, you didn't want to be so honest, so you took a breath when you noticed how quickly that confession came over your lips. The blonde man across from you pulled his eyebrows together. “Okay, I’ll take a look at that. Prospect,” he shouted inside. A skinny guy with a similar coat came out. “Come with us. We might still have something to do today.” Relieved, you audibly breathed out air. "Thank you." The two men then followed you to Kian's location. When he noticed you with the escort, he also got out and looked at the two men suspiciously. “There are supposed to be problems here?” Kian crossed his arms and pointed to the tire. “It has to be changed,” he said stiffly and pulled forward. He put an arm around your hip and you tried to keep a straight face. “We can take the car with us and change the tire by tomorrow morning when we have all the parts.” he turned his cap on his head and looked at the tire. “Isn’t that possible tonight? We still have something to do.” Kian grinned disgustingly and the sloppy guy looked embarrassingly touched into the darkness. “Now listen Man,” said the handsome blonde guy, whose name you still didn’t know. “The store is closed, I can only offer you to do it first thing tomorrow. I know a place where you could stay for the night.” You gave Kian a look and he talked for a few minutes before the Prospect pulled up with a tow truck. Kian watched every move of the mysterious mechanics and then his truck was loaded. “Do you want to go with me?” the little weakling asked you and before you could answer Kian did it for you. “We’ll walk to your shop alright.” You pressed your lips together and the long-haired one held on to the side of the tow truck and drove off. When you arrived at the right place , a middle-aged woman stood beside the two gentlemen.

“Hi, I’m Gemma. I’ll show you the place to sleep for the night. If you need more things, you can still get the stuff out of your car. Kian looked at you briefly before he got in with the young man, exhaling loudly. “Honey, if this guy gives you any trouble, call me,” muttered the woman, whose breasts were pushed higher than an 18th century maid. Impressive, even you had to look. You took the file card in your hand and made it disappear into your bra before Kian could see it. Gemma smiled at you and took you and Kian to her car. Behind you came down the big gate with a rumps and then you already sat in the dark Cadillac. The trip was short and you were dropped off at a nice little house. “You can stay here for the night. Nobody will bother you, my guest bed is freshly made.” Uncertain you looked at the beautiful decor. “Oh, we can’t accept that. Isn’t there a motel in town?” Gemma turned to you smiling. “Yeah, honey, but that’s shabby and you don’t want bedbugs.” Kian put an arm very tightly around your shoulder and pressed you against him, a sign that you'd rather keep your mouth shut. “That is very courteous and kind. We will return the favor. Thank you for your hospitality.” You said thank you quietly, and Gemma left and left you alone in the little guest room. “Can’t you even let it go? God every time you drive us further into shit. Be glad we don’t have to go to a filthy motel in this goddamn place.” Kian knocked the bag over in anger and his wild look hit yours. “I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Yeah you should be sorry!” he yelled and hugged your face tightly that it hurt. You squint your eyes and he let you go. “I’m going to take a shower, see if you can find something edible.” You felt uncomfortable at the thought of ransacking Gemma's kitchen, but you still went to look. The fridge was empty, but you saw a small order card from a restaurant called Lumpy's Restaurant. You quickly pulled your smartphone out of your pocket and asked if they still had an open kitchen and if they would deliver.

At the same time Gemma arrived again at the Sons clubhouse and lit herself a cigarette. “I don’t like this guy from the little girl.” Her son Jax raised his head and swallowed his last sip of beer. “The couple from just now? Where did you take them?” Gemma sat down with a whiskey in her hand. “Yeah them… I took them to your house. I won’t let that girl go to the motel with that creep. Something’s wrong with them and I bet it’s because of that little cock sucker. She’s scared in his presence. ” She shoved the whiskey down her throat. “Mom they’re leaving tomorrow morning, why does the well-being of that girl matter to you?” Gemma pulled her cigarette and nodded. “You’re right. ”

“Kian, please,” you whimpered and hot tears ran down your cheeks as you squatted in the corner of the room. “Little bitch, you can’t do anything right.” the beer bottle smashed over you against the wall and glass fell down on you. You're lucky he didn't hit you this time. God, you couldn't show yourself in front of these helpful people tomorrow when Kian destroyed everything in his drunken rage. How many times have you wanted to escape from this relationship and couldn't. You've been with this man for five years now, and the first three years went great. He was kind, courteous, and he would never hurt you. Ever since someone flirted with you at a New Year's Eve party and Kian started the biggest fight in town, he hasn't been the same. He could never let you go anywhere alone without thinking someone else would snatch you away from him. He smelled you to find out men's perfume, even tracked your car and your cell phone and controlled everything else you did. Twice you wanted to break up, move out of town and start a new life without him. And every time, he'd sneak up on these plans and beat you so hard, you couldn't even go to the hospital. He nursed you at home and apologized to you crying and vowed never to do something like that to you again. And now you're crawling back to the ground, wishing it was all just a dream. The restaurant had delivered a false pizza, and then he was just looking for more reasons to destroy this room and you. “That blonde asshole from the workshop just wanted to fuck you! And I bet you wanted to fuck him as well, you little bitch.” He tore your hair and forced you to look at him. “Please! I didn’t want to fuck him. You’re the only man I love and look at. Your are the only man that fucks me.“ Your head flew violently to the side and your cheek burned from its blow. ‘Bullshit.’ Even through his closed teeth, you could see his spit fly. “I’m sorry, please! You have to believe me.” You had your hands folded in a prayer position. “Get up,” he murmured threateningly, and when you didn’t react immediately, it pulled your arm roughly upwards. “We’ll get out of here in the morning and you’ll never waste a thought on this town and this man again.” After he let you go, you rubbed your arm and went to the bathroom. Your eye rings were clearly visible, just like the red spot from the slap. You'd have cover this up tomorrow if it didn't go away on its own. After an extended shower, you put on long clothes and went to bed with Kian. He was watching TV with a new bottle of beer in his hand. “Is there another one?” he asked sharply, holding the beer in front of you. “I’m going to check.” Tomorrow you'll have to replace the six-pack. After Kian had finished his last beer, he fell asleep drooling on the bed. You couldn't sleep, so you cleaned up the room and scrubbed the wall so you couldn't see the beer stain. After you had scrubbed the bathroom and the carpet it was only a few hours until the supermarket opened. Frustrated you drove through your hair and also disposed of the garbage and packed the bag so far back together. Punctually at 7 you bought the exact beer and also got provisions for the ride and some breakfast. Kian was still asleep, so you put on your makeup and had a cup of coffee. At 8 o'clock Gemma was there and honked. Less than two minutes later, she was in the hallway saying hello. Her blonde streaks in her dark hair were kind of a calming sight, because Kian wouldn't dare do anything now. “Thank you for driving us back to the automotive repair shop. I’ve put a little something in the kitchen to thank you, and I’ve already done the laundry.” Gemma smiled. “Oh, honey, you didn’t have to do that, but thank you.” “Okay,” Kian threw in and raised both of his hands and you took a step back, just out of reflex. Gemma gave Kian a murderous look and then walked you to her car. During the ride, she checked your face through the rearview mirror. You felt her look and you were afraid she might see through the make-up.

Kian strolled straight into the garage without saying thank you and watched as his truck was being worked on. Gemma moved into a small adjoining house and gave you a cup of coffee in a shabby mug. “He hurts you, doesn’t he?” Your hand would have started to tremble without the cup. “You don’t have to lie, honey, I’ll see that.” she seemed almost shaken as she lit a cigarette. “How long has it been?” You started shaking your head. “It doesn’t matter. Please, he can’t know that we are talking about such things.” She made a derogatory noise. “He’s busy. And I’ll make sure it stays that way.” Uncertain you were chewing on your lip. “Do you have a toilet?” she nodded and showed you the door. Gemma took the chance and all you could hear was her heels rattling over the asphalt. She leaned against Kian's truck while Jax was changing the tire. Jax gave her a puzzled look. “What kind of romantic hut are you going to? Have you been there before? Can you recommend it or not? Sounds really good.” Kian inspected her strictly. “This is our first time, but it looks promising.” Gemma smiled and Kian's gaze wandered down to her blouse. That motherfucking dick, thought Gemma. “Oh yeah? No more huts around. It’s good that no one hears her screams when you hit her, isn’t it?” she blew the smoke of the cigarette towards him and Kian tightened his shoulders before he bent dangerously toward her. Jax was standing within an blink of an eye. “Stay back, that’s my mother.” Kian now looked at him threateningly. “And she should hold back about what she says,” he growled, and your voice broke through that staring. “What’s going on here?” “Nothing is going on here. It was just a misunderstanding, was it?” Kian cleared himself and stepped back a bit. “Yes, I think so too. You don’t want to mess with us.” At that very moment, a handful of bikers drove onto the site and parked in a row. They also wore the leather cloak with the reaper on it. “Can I talk to you for a second?” your partner asked and his wild eyes made you swallow nervously. “What did you tell that bitch?!”, he asked indignantly as he had dragged you a few feet behind him. “Kian they are watching us,” you said softly and he noticed the many pairs of eyes that were all directed at you. “I’m still waiting for an answer,” he muttered. “I didn’t tell her anything, nothing at all. She gave me a coffee and then showed me the toilet.” Kian braided his teeth like a rabid dog. “I believe you now. But I’m telling you.” he raised his hand and pointed at you. “If I find out you lied to me, then you wish you never met me.” He ran past you back to the car and you muttered quietly in front of you: “That’s what I’ve already wished for.” All of a sudden, Kiran was like a changed man, and he stormed at you from behind. Immediately Gemma was on alert and many heads that had already turned away looked back in your direction. “What was that you little whore?” Kian clapped and pushed you hard to the ground. Your cheek scratched the floor and your lip burned before you felt something liquid run over it. Stunned, you put a finger on your lip and stared at the blood. “EY.” sounded a lot of voices and the click behind Kiran made him freeze. “I thought you didn’t want to mess with us,” muttered the handsome guy with a gun drawn and loaded. Gemma was right there and helped you up. “Is everything okay, honey?” Your lip started to tremble. He had never lost control in public and especially in front of complete strangers. “No, it’s not okay.” Tears were burning in your eyes and you looked at Kian. “You’ve gone too far. I’ve been keeping you company for years and letting you do everything you do to me. But now that fucking stops. Fucking strangers? These people were watching us. You’ve gone mad.” Laughing, he looked at you and spat on the floor in front of you. “You’re crazy. I put up with you for five years!” Your hand slipped and it clapped loudly across the yard, which brought in some “ohs.” from the men. ‘You piece of shit.’ Gemma introduced herself to you. “Beware your tongue.”

Kian grinned dangerously. “What are you going to do about it, bitch?” Gemma pulled out and it cracked loudly while your boyfriend screamed in pain. “Take advice from a mother. You should leave town and never see that girl again. Do we understand?” Kian nodded and held his nose. “Get your things out of the car.” she gently pushed you towards the truck. After you took your things and the keys to your apartment, the men pushed Kian into the truck. “Our relationship is officially over. Have a nice life.” Gemma rubbed soothingly over your arm as you watched Kian drive off the compound and never come back. “Should we take you somewhere?” asked the good-looking blonde. “I’d like to go to the motel in your small town,” you said quietly. He gave you a black helmet and then took you to the Rogue River Motel on his motorcycle . “Thank you.” smiling, you took off the helmet and gave it back to him. “No reason. Oh, I’m Jax just by the way.” Smiling, you turned to him. ‘Y/N.’ Then you went to the entrance of the motel. “Nice to meet you Y/N.” he shouted after you and winked at you. “Don’t make me regret meeting you, Jax Teller.” The last thing you saw was his fat grin before you closed the motel door behind you.

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midnightbabylon · 2 years

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Till The End Of The Line

summary: Almost 2 years after you split up with your ex-boyfriend Steve, you start a little affair with his best friend Bucky. Just as Bucky wants to confess his feelings for you, Steve comes to him to tell him he never got over you and wants to fight for you. So as not to betray his friend, Bucky breaks up with you to let Steve come first. But was that the right decision?

pairing: Bucky x fem!reader x Steve (ex boyfriend)

word count: 2.8k

warnings: lies, little heartbreak

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“Y/N! Y/N!” How was it possible that through the loud music in the bar, you could still hear your friends. Laughing, you walked into the back of the grill. It was your regular bar where the four of you met every week. In the small niche sat your three best friends: James, Steve and BF/N. You guys were a great party of four. There were never any strange moods or arguments. Not when you and Steve got closer, or even had a relationship for five years. And not even when you broke up with Steve two years ago. Your friendship with each other has somehow become even stronger. “Hey, guys. It’s so good to see you. I’ve had such a shitty day.” James slipped a bit so you could squeeze on the red leather bench. “We already ordered your glass of wine.” Happily you sighed and leaned back. “I’d rather have a bottle, but thank you”. smiling you grabbed the glass with the red liquid and took a big sip of it. “What happened, your boss again?” James turned his head towards you and a short time later you felt his hand on your thigh. A few weeks ago, you and he had an affair. It felt good, right. For the first time in months, you felt really alive when you were with him. The problem was that Steve and BF/N didn’t know about it and that was supposed to stay that way for a while. You didn’t want to hide, just enjoy your togetherness as long as you could. You made rules. But now here in the bar so unashamedly touching you was not part of the plan. However, the heat shot right into your cheeks as his hand continued to stroke your thigh, moving higher and higher. Thank God it was dark in the bar and you were able to put it on the wine. So as not to be more conspicuous, you started to tell… Your evening ended as usual: you all stood outside and said goodbye before everyone got into his taxi. It was never noticeable that Steve and BF/N shared a taxi and you and James. So they didn’t know about your little secret. In the taxi, you finally let go of the tension and pulled the handsome man by his shirt towards you. Your lips bumped into each other and shortly thereafter the taxi was filled with breathless moans. You got out of the taxi with swollen lips, James tipped the driver enough before he took you upstairs as usual.

The alarm clock ripped you out of your wonderful dream. A deep, masculine groan sounded beside you. “Stay here, don’t go to work today.” He grumbled and pulled you closer to his warm chest. You giggled and kissed his forehead. “I don’t have a choice. Unlike you and Steve, I’m normal and I don’t make my money saving the world.” James pulled a pout and finally let you out of bed with a lot of argument. You made it to work just on time. You didn’t need a stand timer from your boss right at 8:00 in the morning. On your lunch break, you happened to run into Steve. “Hey you”. he greeted you with a smile and pulled you into a hug. “What are you doing here?” You sit on a bench near the park fountain and enjoy the sunshine. “Oh, I was in the neighborhood, you know. Helping virgins in need”. You both had to laugh. “Say, can I ask for your advice, it’s about a woman.” Now your ears were particularly sharp. Ever since you broke up, Steve’s private life has rarely come out. “Yeah, what’s up?” He played nervously with his fingers. “It’s been a while, but she was something special. I kind of never got over her. I know she’s still single since we last met. Do you think it helps to ask her out again?” At first an unpleasant feeling had spread in your stomach, but now you were pretty sure he couldn’t talk about you. Nodding, you encouraged him. “But of course. Everyone deserves a second chance.” He thanked you and you despise your rest of your lunch break talking about God and the world.

When James stood outside your door with Chinese food at night, it was the best time of the day. Since the beginning of your techtelmechtel, such a weekly evening had become a tradition. You guys were able to really relax together and didn’t have to worry about anything. However, the conversation with Steve had made you curious. Just as the movie was over, you moved a little away from your lover to get a good look at him. “You, have you and Steve talked about your love life lately?” The beautiful man’s forehead across the street was wrinkled. “No why?” “We met by chance today in the park and he actually came to me to ask for advice about a woman. Unfortunately, he didn’t tell me who she was. Do you have any idea?” James thought about it and finally replied, “He only had a relationship with a waitress named Leyla for a while. At least she’s the last one I know of.” Deep down in Bucky, it gave him a slight stab, why his best buddy didn’t talk to him about it, but to his ex, you.

A few days later, Bucky and Steve trained together for their next mission. The whole time, Bucky’s thoughts were buzzing about Steve and his desire for that date. Between the sets, he couldn’t stand it anymore. “Hey, I heard from Y/N that you want to get back into the dating world.” Steve hesitated and packed the dumbbells back into the corresponding stand. “Why are you talking to Y/N about this and not to me? I thought we were best friends.” Steve scratched his head while Bucky grabbed his water bottle. “First of all, how do you know what Y/N and I were talking about?” Now Bucky had aroused Steven’s suspicion. “Secondly, I’ve been dragging the question around for a while and it was just there. And thirdly, I just wanted to confirm that she’s still single.” Bucky halted and spat the water almost into Steve’s face, but was able to hold back just like that. “What’s that?” asked Bucky, trying to cover up his shock. “Yes.” Steve sat down on one of the sports equipment. “It’s been two years since Y/N broke up with me. She absolutely had the right to, our relationship was at that point. She wasn’t happy anymore. I did some things wrong but…I never got away from her Buck.” Steve sighed and drove his hands over his face and the brunette got sick. But if he said anything right now, he’d be taking advantage of your trust. “I’ve tried, I’m almost desperate…but since she’s single and has explicitly told me that everyone has a second chance. I’m going to ask her to be with me again, what am I going to lose?” Steve wouldn’t lose anything, but Bucky knew what to do. And he knew what he was going to lose.

-A week later- When the ringing of your apartment door finally got you out of your mind, you had to grin wide. Today, you and Bucky were together for almost five months, and you finally wanted to say the L word to him. It felt right. Dinner arrived ten minutes ago, and James usually arrived on time. Not today. He also answered your messages very late today. Enthusiastically, you opened the door for him and invited him in. Since you had waited a long time for proper food you went straight into the kitchen so that you could start your evening immediately. “James come on. Why are you still standing there? Sit down or I’ll have to talk you out of it.” Your voice became seductive and Bucky took a tormented look on his face. “I can’t do this between us anymore.” Confused you look at him and let the Chinese food sink in your hands. The symbolic knife blade sat on your skin, ready to destroy you. “How can you not do that anymore?” Your voice was quieter than I thought. He stroked his chest briefly and cleared his throat. “I know we agreed to keep it a secret until we were comfortable with the idea of telling everyone else…but I don’t want that anymore. I don’t want to be your little secret anymore.” The knife’s blade went deeper into your skin and started to burn. “I don’t understand”. you muttered in dismay. “You’re not embarrassing to me, and above all, you’re not a little disgusting secret to keep. You know that. It was clear from the beginning when we revealed our feelings.” You walked up to him and wanted to put your hand to his cheek, but he held you by the wrist before you could touch him. “James”… Tears began to fill your eyes. “Is this all a joke? Is Sam going to jump out from behind the sofa with a camera and clear me up?” He gently pressed your hand down and shook his head. “It’s not a joke, I’m totally serious. It doesn’t work like that anymore. I’ve made my decision.” Now you had to shake your head in disbelief. “Because a relationship is also based on an individual’s decision.” Slowly but surely, your feelings were thrown into chaos. “This isn’t a relationship Y/N. We fuck.” Like a lump of butter, Bucky rammed the knife deep into your chest. “So that’s it for you? Just fucking? For 4 months…but certainly James.” Your voice defied only so full of distance and pain. He raised his hand. “From now on, please call me just Bucky okay?!.” Now he turned the knife in all directions. You were the only one besides Steve who was allowed to call him by his real first name. It was something special. Your thing. “This can’t be true. Within a few hours you throw everything away?! Earlier you were so happy about our weekly movie night and now you’re throwing our relationship at my feet?! Because of what, Bucky?! Is there another?” By now, tears were running down your cheeks. He breathed out loud. “God no.” He looked up and looked at you. “I don’t love you.” Now he had pulled out the knife and left you to bleed to death. “Get out!” you said quietly. “What do you mean?” he asked, looking almost insecure. “Get out of my apartment! Get out of my life! I never want to see you again!” You spit the last sentence at his feet. The anger already colored your cheeks red “Don’t worry about your things. You know where the door is”. You turned away from him and held back the loud sobbing in your throat. The last thing you had was his dark steps to the door and the closing lock. The wall inside you broke into a thousand pieces and left a bleeding heart. you slid to the ground and remained on the hard ground. Hours later you could only get up. You felt nothing. No pain. No hunger. No thirst. You could just drag yourself into bed before you fell asleep.

You spent the next few days in exactly this position in your bed. You couldn't eat, you couldn't drink, and you didn't feel like taking a shower. You were still wearing the same clothes you had worn that day. By now you must have stunk like hell, but who cared? There was no one here anyway. The next day, your best friend bombarded you with text messages.

BF/N: We absolutely have to go to the grill today. It's BBQ night. Hello? SOS. BF/N: If you don't answer in the next hour, I'll come to your house. You don't answer for days!!!

She made good on the threat. In addition to annoying, constant knocking, she rang up a storm. Annoyed, you yanked open the door. BF/N took one look at you. "What the hell do you look like?" Without asking if she could come in, she entered your apartment. "Oh God did an animal die here?!" she held her fingers under her nose. Then she spotted the live Chinese food. "Y/N what happened?" You were silent for a few minutes, but then the dam broke and you told her everything. "Well, you're finally spilling the beans." Confused, you drew your eyebrows together. "Oh come on Y/N. Everyone's seen the way you look at each other. You're practically undressing each other with looks. And those sneaky touches. They weren't as sneaky as you thought. A best friend sees that kind of thing." Surprised, you shook your head. "Why didn't you say something?" She sat down next to you on the couch. "I don't know if Steve wanted to see it. Because I think he's still mourning you." Now you shook your head vehemently. "No, I just talked to him the other day and he wanted to try again with an old flame." BF/N looked at you. "Does that ring a bell? You're his last Y/N too." "That can't be." To distract you from further thoughts, your best friend dragged you into the shower. Together, you went through your closet. She put makeup on you and did your hair before you were ready for a night out. The barbecue was well stocked as usual. Bo, the bartender greeted you and as you ordered drinks he said James and Steve were also somewhere in the crowd. You girls went to your alcove and ordered a barbecue platter. After you had eaten, Steve suddenly came around the corner. "Hey girls!" Smiling, you greeted each other one by one, and Steve looked at you urgently afterwards. "Can I talk to you outside for a second?" You and BF/N exchanged a look before following Steve out the door. From a distance, James watched the whole spectacle and he looked down as he felt a telltale tug in his heart. "Steve, what are you doing?" The night was starting to get chilly, so you crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Y/N I'll be honest with you. I..there was no one else. I was going to ask in a roundabout way if you were sigle and maybe still chasing our relationship the same way I was. Now that I know that, I want to ask you for a second chance. I never stopped loving you and-." "Stop." Steve took a step back as if you'd slapped him in the face. "What makes you think I'm single?!"

"Steve we've been broken up for over two years. I've had closure with you for a long time and you should too." The metal door opened and the man you loved stepped out. Your eyes met and you had to inhale heavily. "I don't love you anymore Steve…and in fact, I've lost my heart to someone else for almost five months now." Saying the words out loud hurt but at the same time it was a very freeing feeling. James mouth dropped open and he visibly swallowed. Steve looked back and forth between you and his best friend and he understood. "I was afraid to say it out loud because I didn't want to explain my feelings to my friends. I feel free, carefree, and happier than I have in a long time." Steve nodded gently. "He deserved you. You deserve each other. Now I understand your reaction too, and maybe I just didn't want closure and misunderstood little niceties. I'm so sorry." Steve walked up to you and squeezed your hand. He then turned to Bucky, "And you. How stupid can you be and break up with her when she's the best thing that could have happened to you. Because of me? Don't ever do something like that again. That was stupid, so stupid Buck." The brunette nodded and looked down at his shoes. "We're like brothers Steve, you don't do something like I did to a brother." Steve pulled him into a long hug. "You can't choose love Buck. Love is unpredictable. The two of us, till the end of the line." His ice blue eyes searched your gaze. Glassy eyed, you stared up at him. "Do the right thing." Whispered Steve before disappearing back into the grill. "Y/N I-." "I love you." The words left your mouth faster than you could think. Jaime's facial muscles twitched. "I was a coward to think it would be better to let you go. Because Steve's right. You're the best thing that could have happened to me, and I've loved you since the first second I saw you Y/N." A tear escaped from your eye and you jumped into his arms. Your lips met heatedly and all the emotions of the past few days clashed. "I want to hear it again. "he murmured against your lips. "I love you Bucky." "What was that?" Laughing you leaned your forehead against his. "I love you James."

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Updated Masterlist

* smut

💭 angst/hurt/comfort

💌 fluff

Masterlist

Series

Fate Series: finished!!

Cheater

Traitor

Liar

Lover (The End)

The One Where Series: ongoing

F•R•I•E•N•D•S (Prequel)

Let´s hurt tonight (Sequel) coming soon

One Shots

Roommate‘s Best Friend

New Years Eve

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Series

Part Of Me Series: finished

Part One

Part Two

Part Three (The End)

Middle Of The Night Series: ongoing

Part One

Piece Of Your Heart Series: ongoing

Part One

Part Two

Revenge Series: coming soon

One Shots

Somebody To Love

Her (Part 2)

Daddy‘s Little Girl

Till The End Of The Line

Fine

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Play With Fire

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midnightbabylon · 2 years

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Middle Of The Night (1)

summary: The most beautiful feeling is to be treated like a princess, isn't it? Your partner takes care of you, protects you as if you were a diamond. You feel safe, secure, as if nothing could ever happen to you. But what if it's all just a game to him and one of the most dangerous mafia bosses in town suddenly has his eye on you? Will he lose or will you?

pairing: mafia! Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: not in this part but following

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Classical music, suits and long dresses, alcohol and quiet chatter. Once again you find yourself in a large filled hall. The richest people in the world surround you while you are snuggled up to your fiancé. Chadwick Black is a handsome, rich, young man from New York. He looked like a Greek god. Dark skin, gold glittering eyes, curly brown hair, accentuated cheekbones and full lips. Besides his six-pack and other defined muscles, the most attractive thing about his body were his tattoos. You've had a thing for bad boys before. No wonder why you got into those circles. And for 4 years now you have been by his side. You ran into each other in a small café and last year he proposed to you. You could hardly believe your luck. It was your very own fairytale. At first it was funny how much he showered you with gifts and flowers. Now you were used to it. You were never so grateful in your life. Every woman stared at him when he entered the room. Everyone could feel his presence. He is everything you ever wished for. Handsome, loyal, funny, a bit mysterious and aloof but caring and calm. It wasn't hard to fall in love with him, it hit you like a sudden rainstorm in the desert. He smiled and it was all over you. When you got to know him better and the years went by, it wasn't like a fairy tale anymore. It had become your reality. Little by little you got to know the class of rich people. Chad always made you feel comfortable. When you were uncomfortable, he would take you out to get pizza and then watch a movie on the couch. But as is normal, after so many years together you fall into a rut. You take your partner for granted. You may live together in a beautiful loft, but he doesn't fight for you like he did in the beginning. You are always there anyway, his words. Why then still flowers or sometimes your favorite candy? He did take you out on a regular basis, but it was more business lunches than dates. And at those he disappeared with the men at some point and you were alone at the table with the Botox faces. You had nothing in common with these beasts, since they were all much older than you and were only after the money. They also whispered about you when they thought you weren't in the bathroom. Hopefully today would be different.

"You look incredibly good in that dress." Chad whispered softly in your ear. You had to giggle. "You picked it out, didn't you?" He grinned and his grip on your waist tightened. "Don't do anything that will attract a lot of attention," he growled suddenly. "I have important people to talk to now." He kissed your forehead and released his grip on you before disappearing to one of the back tables with shady looking men. Disappointed you let your head hang low. For a while now you had doubts about how Chad made his money, however he was very secretive. It was precisely through such bipolar behavior that such thoughts came to you. But every time you brought up this subject, he immediately changed it. You may have had only a small, not so important office job, but you were not stupid. You loved the man with all your heart, but lately it felt strange. You looked at him for a long time and then let your eyes wander around the room. An icy pair of blue eyes stared into yours. Startled, you took a breath as you recognized the hard face of Bucky Barnes. His features were tense as he eyed you. Swallowing, you looked away before heading for the bar. James Buchanan Barnes was one of the most dangerous men in the world. But damn this man looked good. Everybody knew that this man was in the mafia and he was not a good man to talk to. Once someone betrayed him, that person was never seen again. He meant trouble. That meant you had to stay away from him at all costs. "Jack Daniels, please." Slowly, you took a seat on the barstool and smiled at the bartender. "Such a beautiful woman ordering such a hard drink, who hurt you sweetie?" The incredibly white teeth of the lard curl in front of you flashed. "Excuse me but this is none of your business." smiling sweetly you sip the glass. "Don't you have any etiquette?" A deep voice sounded behind you and your body tensed. However, you couldn't ignore the goosebumps. Never before could a man, except Chad evoke such a reaction in you. "You don't talk to a lady like that." A large hand set a glass down beside you. "Fill it up." An incredibly fresh but tart aroma rose to your nose. The temptation to turn to him was strong, but it would be a fatal mistake. He reached for his refilled glass of whiskey and stood right next to you. His impossibly expensive gray suit clung to his muscles. It was probably more expensive than Chad's suit. "You're Y/N Y/L/N right?" You drained the glass in the next puff. "Who's asking?" He laughed softly, rubbing his stubble. The scent of his aftershave worked like a magnet. "Honey, I think they know exactly who I am." Now you really turned to him. "If you know who I am, why are you asking?" He lowered his eyes and suddenly you felt warm. He was just looking at your face but it felt forbidden. He moistened his lips and bit them with a grin. "Let's both stop playing this game, deal?" Now you started to grin. "I don't make deals with the devil." Barnes shook his head. "Ah Chad is learning. You're different from the other girls." A queasy feeling spread inside. "The other girls?" Your voice was quiet and your wall cracked. "The ones from Chad's past. All dumb blond idiots. But you..." His ice blue eyes scrutinized you from top to bottom for the first time, though you didn't feel the need to cover yourself. "You're special. Intelligent, beautiful, and confident. But you can tell right away that you're not from this world." You blinked rapidly and looked at him expectantly. "Excuse me?!“ He swirled the burning liquid in is glass. „Since you entered this room, you have not left Chadwicks side. Judging by your body language, you’re absolutely uncomfortable among these old geezers and rich snobs. I assume that you come from a middle class household and only got into this Millie trough Chad.“ Your cheek twitched. „Do you even know who your fiancé is?“ It scared you how quickly he could see trough you. Now you felt vulnerable. „Would you dance with me?“ „Why do you think I would dance with you after such a humiliating analysis?“

You crossed your arms in front of your chest. „Since Chad left you alone every single man has only eyes for you in this skintight dress. You are the tiny little fish and these men are the sharks.“ You looked over his shoulder and noticed the lascivious looks of the men. „I did not think that someone would find me so attractive.“ You mumbled to yourself. "You are the most beautiful woman in this room and that is not a lie. I'm an honest man." He gently placed the now empty glass on the counter. "Honest? And if I asked you right now how you make your money, would you answer?" "Those are not the topics that matter my beautiful. I would never leave my partner alone to do dirty business in a back room." "May I have this dance?" Uncertainly you looked around for your fiancé. Bucky Barnes felt like a forbidden fruit. "It's just a dance, not a wedding." He laughed softly and exhaled in relief as you grabbed his hand. One hand was in a leather glove. There were only rumors why he would wear such thing. Nothing confirmed. But that was the exact thing, that made it so excited. Why was he relieved, as if a woman had ever turned him down. He gently but firmly pulled you onto the dance floor against his chest. You had to clear your throat and took some distance. "Sorry, most women want to dance this close with me no matter if they are single, engaged or married." You didn't answer him but listened to the soulful music in the background. After a few minutes you even started to enjoy it, although you felt that his scent was a dangerous drug. You liked this scent, wanted to keep breathing it in so deeply, but suddenly there was only emptiness. "What the hell Y/N?! So this is what you call not drawing attention to yourself? Have you completely lost your mind." Chad roughly pulled you away from the mobster into a dark corner. "You're hurting me." Only after more tearful pleas did he let go of your arm. Ashamed, you rubbed the affected area. "Don't provoke me. You don't want to know what else I'm capable of." Shocked, you looked at the man across from you. "Who are you?!" Wide-eyed, you took a few steps back before you felt the wall at your back. "The man I fell in love with would never have made such a scene or grabbed me like that. What's wrong with you that you're changing so much?" He laughed snidely and shook his head. "This is embarrassing. Dancing with that creep Bucky Barnes in front of everyone. How am I supposed to look?“ Your mouth dropped open. Now you were embarrassing him, too. "Excuse me." you muttered softly, slipping past him to the restrooms. Quickly you shut the ugly red door behind you and hid on the toilet seat. Pressing your hand firmly over your mouth, you began to suppress sobs. Stunned, you rummaged in your pocket and took out the one cigarette that was only for emergencies to calm your nerves. Right after the first puff, the taste was absolutely disgusting, but you needed that right now. Lady-like, you then went to the sink and put on your red lipstick. Then you pulled the clip out of your hair to let your long hair fall over your shoulders. You were a strong, confident woman, so a little scene like that wouldn't bring you down now. Just before you push the door open again, you tightened your shoulders. When you entered the ballroom again, you had the feeling that there were even more people in the room than before. You kept an eye out for the dark-haired back of your fiancé's head. You didn't want to let a little argument like that come between you. Just when you found him, you stopped abruptly. Next to him was a blond girl with curls. Giggling and groping each other, they disappeared into a broom closet. You had to be in the wrong movie. In a moment, someone would jump out of an ambush and shout,„PRANK!Fooled you! But nothing happened.

For a long time a sudden nausea came over you. It just had to be a joke. After a little argument, he went straight for some bimbo instead of talking to you. Oh no, that's not how it would go. Disgusted, you screwed up your face and swallowed the lump in your throat. The hairs on the back of your neck tickled as if someone was watching you.You refused to look for the blue eyes. You were sure that he was watching you right now. But those weren't the eyes that mattered. What the hell was his sudden change in behavior about? Where was the man you fell in love with? In a few seconds you were just a piece of trash? You left the room with your eyebrows drawn together. Instead of taking the elevator, you put your hand on the cold handle of the staircase. Who would follow you anyway? Worried, you looked at the ugly gray walls and dirty steps. Hesitantly you pulled the expensive high heels off your feet and ran down the first three floors. Just as you turned the corner again, you heard the door of the fourteenth floor. You looked up the center aisle and stared into his eyes. Tears began to burn in your eyes. Grandiose, now the most dangerous man was following you and not your fiancé. When strong arms grabbed you, you were already sobbing. Instead of feeling the cold wall, you were surrounded by his scent and the soft fabric of his suit. Now was the moment when your walls fell down. "I hate him, I hate him. How could he do such a thing to me!!! In front of all these people that's not-" Barnes hand stroked your hair soothingly. "Shh." His body tensed before he spoke the following words, "Your ex-fiancé just made the biggest mistake of his life.....Trust me, he's going to pay for it."

Part 2 following!

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midnightbabylon · 2 years

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Lover

summary: A year later, Sebs and your life completely changed. Today is the long-awaited court visit to make your divorces final. And maybe you have some advice for the future of the new couple.

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: none just fluff

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"Are you ready?" Sebastian stuck his head through the bedroom door and looked to you. "Oh damn." he breathed loudly. "What, does it look stupid? Do I look fat?" Suddenly you doubted your appearance in the mirror. "No! You look fantastic darling." He stood behind you and put his hand on your growing belly. Since you were with Sebastian, you were much more relaxed and frisky than in the years before. You deserved a beautiful life with a wonderful partner. You often talked about the future. A child together and a wedding would seal your happiness forever. But whether it was that easy. After the whole story with Patrick, you were afraid. After many self-doubts and dark evenings in Sebastian's arms, you went to see another specialist. He happily informed you that you were both fertile. For weeks, your values were checked and miraculously, you quickly became pregnant. The day you held the positive test in your hand was now almost 5 months ago. You thought a few years ago that this day would never come. All the greater was the joy of showing Sebastian the test crying as soon as he walked through the door. How quickly the time passed. This weekend there would be a gender reveal party. Friends and family were coming to celebrate with you and Liam. It felt like a dream. Sebastian fiddled with the black fabric and brought you back to reality. The black trouser suit hugged your figure flatteringly. You hadn't worn make-up for weeks. But you dressed up for the occasion. If you were going to get out of this divorce, then at least with the last bit of dignity that Patrick had left. Then you can also show him what he is missing. What he gave up for an affair that he then impregnated. You are better. You can be happy and free. You have earned it. It took a really long time to admit that to yourself. The love of your life was now by your side and you will spend the next struggles in life side by side. "Let's go." You bit your lip anxiously and went into the third door on the right in the hallway. "Liam honey, we have to go now. Take a snuggie with you if you want." You went further into the hall to get the jackets. Sebastian stroked his son's curls encouragingly. Today was a hard day for the four-year-old. Victoria made it really hard for Sebastian to get a divorce. For months she went on holiday with Patrick, so she was not available. When she was finally ready, the big custody battle started. Sebastian wanted sole custody but Victoria foiled all his plans. The saddest thing was that she disowned Liam as her son. She no longer visited him or had him over. Today, a court would make a decision based on the evidence and the testimony of some relatives and acquaintances. You were one of those who spoke out. You felt unbelievably sorry how a mother could treat her own child like that. Liam was such a special little boy. He had so much love in his heart. You tried your best to be there for him, he was a daddy's child either way. But you couldn't and wouldn't replace his mother.

The journey to the court did not take long. The bright sun made it particularly hot again. In the car park, you reached for a water bottle and looked at the car parked next to you. "Seb your mother is here." Thirsty, you drank half of the bottle and hugged Georgeta warmly. "You look great!" she hugged her son and grandson in turn. "Thank you. I feel all bloated but when this is finally all behind us it will be a massive weight off my mind." She smiled warmly and put on a pair of black sunglasses. "Let's go in then." Sebastian took Liam in his arms and led the way. They were already standing in the hallway outside the courtroom. Patrick whispered softly to Victoria as she pushed the buggy back and forth. She raised her eyes and stared at us grimly. Sebastian's lawyer appeared behind you and distracted you. When the time came, we went into the courtroom. Respectfully you looked around before you had to take your seat. The judge entered the courtroom and began the proceedings. When it was your turn to testify, you were sweating like a waterfall. Your hormones were going crazy because of your pregnancy. Sebastian and Victoria sat at two separate tables in the middle of the room. He gave you an encouraging look as you sat at the podium. An hour later, all the fuss was over. Liam wept bitterly as you left the room. Sebastian pressed a kiss to your temple and walked hand in hand with you towards his ex-wife. "Hey. Even though I have sole custody, I still want you to know that you can visit him whenever you want. He's your firstborn Victoria." You squeezed his hand lightly. "First of all, congratulations," you said softly and looked briefly at the sleeping newborn. "Thank you. That really means a lot to me." Victoria said, her expression even showing remorse and some sadness. "I or rather we..." she said as Patrick came up behind her protectively. "Made a lot of mistakes and never apologised for them. I am ashamed of what we have done to you. There are better ways to not want to be with someone anymore. It's nice that you found each other and can be happy..like we are."

"Thank you for your words. We wish you the best and hope you don't make the same mistakes again. Be grateful for what you have. Family is so important." Sebastian turned away and you looked once more at Patrick. "Patrick wait." Victoria excused herself to calm the crying baby. "Please do me a favour and grow up. Take good care of them both. Treat her better. I hope you have learned something from this." You smiled sadly at him. "Farewell." He nodded appreciatively. "Thank you for all these years, even if I was not a good husband and not a good partner for you. I can never make it up to you, but I wish you all the luck in the world." Tears came to your eyes. It was a great goodbye. You watched the three of them leave and went to your own family. You watched blissfully as Sebastian threw Liam through the air. His giggle filled the entire hallway. Your most desired dream could now come true. Gratefully you closed your eyes and took Sebastian's hand.

Two Years Later.

There was a gentle knock. "They're all waiting for you." You had to breathe in and out deeply. The emotions were going extremely crazy today. "I'm ready," you said to your mother and she opened the door so your father could look at you. Tears glazed his eyes and he held his hand in front of his face. "My God, you are beautiful." Your hands were shaking. " Dad please. I cannot cry." He handed you your bouquet and your mother left quickly. "Come now. You don't want to miss your own wedding." You laughed and nodded. "I'm ready." The white fabric blew lightly in the wind. All your loved ones were gathered. And there he stood. In a tailored grey suit. He looked so impossibly handsome. He had grown a three-day beard just for you. How you loved that damn beard. When your eyes met, the world stopped for a second. He sniffled and squinted his eyes. Your father handed you over to your almost groom with a smile. "If you start crying now, I'm going to have a waterfall on my face," you murmured softly to Seb, who grinned cheekily and wiped his finger under his eyes. "I'm completely innocent." The registrar looked at you and waited for your sign. "Let's start the beginning of our eternity," you said firmly. The ceremony was wonderful. You had to cry at your respective vows. What a miracle. He whispered such wonderful words to you and made you a promise that will never come close to any other promise in the world. After a few hours, your feet were now aching. At the bridal table you took off your high heels and drank a sip of water. How can your own wedding be so exhausting. Of course you've had one before, just like Sebastian. However, you've been keeping a little secret for weeks. "There's my beautiful wife," a voice sounded behind you. You got a wet kiss on the cheek and had to giggle. "Hello, very handsome husband." He sat down next to you. "How are you Mrs Stan?" He wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh. "My feet hurt." Without another word he grabbed your ankles and placed them on his thighs. He massaged the sore spots and you closed your eyes in pleasure. "I was just with Liam and Georgie. My mother fed them and your mother is playing with them in the children's corner." Your gaze went in that direction and you grinned widely. "My dad has a pink crown on his head. I never thought I'd see that again in my life." Seb brushed a strand of hair out of your face "Life as a princess can be exhausting my dear." “As big siblings, too.” You were hoping he’d understand the news. He pulled his eyebrows together in amazement. “We don’t have any siblings and Liam is just-“ he hesitated and looked at you with big eyes. “No.“ he breathed softly. You couldn’t hide your smile anymore. At the same time, you were nervous. “I’m going to be a dad?" "I'm in the 13th week. I wanted to tell you on your honeymoon, but I think now was the perfect time." He looked at you with so much love and immediately knelt down to kiss your belly. "Liam will be an even better big brother and Georgie will be a super great big sister." He kissed your belly over and over again. "I love you so much." he murmured softly and looked up at you. "I love you so much more." He jumpep up like he was insane and threw his hands in the air. As he started to cheer loudly you shook you head. Your are gonna spend the rest of your life with this weirdo. Have fun.

THE END

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Liar

summary: Sebastian and you have teamed up to expose the affairs of your (ex) partners. Now you find the ultimate proof. In order to convict them, Sebastian has to unpack acting skills you didn’t know about.

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word count: 1.5 k

warnings: none really just anger and fluff

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"I'll kill whoever rang the bell now." you muttered under your breath. You apologised to Sebastian and he cleared his throat. The stairs creaked as you went down and annoyed, you opened the door. You stared at a gigantic bouquet of flowers. "Ehm." The flowers lowered and Patrick looked at you. "Hey Y/N." You had to suppress your laughter. "What are you doing here?" You pulled the door closer. "And how did you get this address?" "It doesn't matter now." You furrowed your eyebrows in disbelief. "You and I don't agree on that at all." He looked at you hopefully. "May I come in?" You had to laugh. "Why? You think just because you show up here with flowers I'm going to take you back? You cheated on me Patrick. Several times. You made me a promise on the beach five years ago. You promised to love and cherish me till death do us part. The way I see it, we're both still alive and I sincerely hope you brought the divorce papers signed." You crossed your arms in front of your chest. "Y/N please." You exhaled loudly. "Okay. You have five minutes." Why you allowed him to enter your house now was unclear to you. But suddenly you had an idea.

I'll call you in two seconds. Don't say anything, let the call be recorded.

"Would you like a coffee? Tea? Can I get you anything?" You walked into the kitchen with Patrick. You dialled Sebastian's number in your pocket. Then you put your phone on the kitchen island along with the key. "A water would be great." You left the flowers on purpose. As soon as he was out the door they would end up in the bin. Patrick was so blinded by his love affair that he ignored which flowers were in the bouquet. The orange dahlias made your throat scratch. You were allergic to that very flower. Ignorant of you to think he'd changed. "Why the sudden change of heart?" "Y/N I love you. We have known each other for 8 years and have been married for five of them. We have experienced so much and been through so much. We have built a future for ourselves. It was the biggest mistake of my life to throw that away." You shook your head. "You should have thought about that sooner. You broke me. You never told me why." Your voice trembled. "What do you want to know?" Surprised, you opened your eyes. "How did you meet her? Why did you have doubts? Why all this? Why for so long? And why did it break?" He sat down."We met at work. She arranged an office building for my company. We understood each other. After all, we were neighbours. It was fun not talking to a whining and desperate woman for once." You can't believe your ears. "Excuse me?" He raised his hands. "I'm sorry, it was the wrong choice of words. I was relieved not to have to think about how broken you were. Every night I had to hold you when another test came back negative. You were obsessed with having children. We weren't happy anymore. Everything I tried failed." "That's not true." Patrick laughed. "I was trying to save our marriage. You wanted to start a family as much as I did. Made me feel how unworthy I was. Accused me of not being good enough to carry your child. The truth was you just couldn't get it up with me because you already fucked that whore." Your voice grew louder and louder. Suddenly you felt a sharp pain in your cheek. Patrick had slapped you across the face. "Call her that again and you'll regret it." You swallowed hard. "What, because you love her? Or just because you got her pregnant?!" "At least she got pregnant the first time." You open your eyes in horror. "That's enough! Who do you think you are?" Sebastian came down the stairs. A dirty rag in his hand. "So all the lamps on the first floor are in place. Now you don't have to be afraid of the dark." He laughed softly and then faltered playfully. "Oh I didn't know you were expecting visitors. If I had, I would have come later to fix the lights." Patrick tilted his head. "Hey Stan." Sebastian nodded at him. "Hello neighbour." Patrick understood the dig. "I think it's better if I go now." You could only nod. "I'll send you the papers to your lawyer." As the door slammed, you took another breath. "Are you all right?" asked Seb anxiously. He wrapped you in his arms. "I'm fine. Get the confession out of your wife and let her rot in hell." You looked at the bouquet. "Throw it away on the way out, please. I need some time to myself." With those words, you left him in the kitchen.

Back in Sebastian's own house, his muscles were shaking. He was still so disgusted by what he had heard on the phone earlier. He had the bouquet of flowers firmly in his hand. The plant greenery cut his fingers. Dahlias were Victoria's favourite flowers, not Y/N's. She was allergic to those kinds of flowers. Before Victoria had moved back in completely, Sebastian had an alarm with a security system installed. A camera monitored the veranda. He put the flowers in a vase and went into his study. He fetched the laptop and sat down in the living room. Liam was still in kindergarten. Now was his chance. Victoria came to him with a pot of tea. When she saw the bouquet of flowers on the table, she wavered a little. "Flowers? For me? What did I do to deserve that?" He smiled broadly. "Come sit with me, darling." He emphasised the last word harshly. "Do these flowers look familiar?" She poured herself a cup of tea. "No, why would they baby?" Sebastian leaned back in the couch. "Maybe because they were given to you by another man twenty minutes ago." Angrily he turned the laptop screen with the surveillance video in her direction. She dropped her teacup and it smashed on the floor. The carpet turned red. "Sebastian I-." "Enough!" He flipped the screen shut. "How stupid do you think I am Victoria? Dahlias are your favourite flowers. I haven't had a reason to buy you flowers in a long time." She was shaking all over. "I've played your games long enough now. I got a lawyer involved many weeks ago." He pulled out a bag from behind the pillow. He pulled out two stacks of papers. "Here you have the court order for a paternity test once and the divorce papers." Startled, she looked at him. "Divorce papers?" she repeated meekly. "I'm going to move in with Liam at my mother's. Temporarily. Your things are packed when the Circus is over here. I never want to see you again. I didn't know I could talk to snakes until you showed up. Rot in hell you false serpent!"

It had been weeks since Sebastian had moved out. You were in daily contact. Victoria made his life hell. You tried to be there for him as much as you could. After all, you both had the same fate. It's easier if you can get through it together. You had already had a date at an Italian restaurant. It was an incredibly beautiful evening. Today you had a long shift at work. Just now you were in the back of the warehouse putting the new cupcakes in the counter. "Y/N, there's a customer here asking for you." Quickly you grabbed the second tray and went into the salesroom. Sebastian and Liam grinned at you. "Oh wow. Hello." You couldn't suppress your delight. "It's good to see you, what can I do for you?" Seb winked at you. "Liam was very hungry for a blueberry muffin." You wiped your floured hands on your apron. "I think we can manage that." You were wrapping up Sebastian's order when your boss called you over. "Call it a day. I'll still pay you for the whole day. Enjoy the time. Take something else to drink, it's warm today." You thanked her profusely, changed quickly and joined them. You walked to the park a few streets away. Liam ran to the playground and Sebastian and you sat down on a bench. You gave him his cupcake and took a biscuit yourself. "Can I talk to you?" You turned your head to him. "Always. Is something wrong?" He shook his head. "The usual with Victoria, but it's not about that. It's about you." "About me?" "I wanted to tell you that I can't be friends with you anymore." You spat out the biscuit and coughed violently. "Oh god I didn't mean to, I'm sorry." "Then what were you supposed to do with it?" "This." he murmured softly, his warm lips suddenly covering your own. Smiling, you closed your eyes and returned his kiss. "I don't want to be friends with you anymore, I want more with you. More kissing, more hugs. Everything." You bit your lip."I want that too."

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Daddy´s Little Girl

summary: Bucky thinks you’re just your dad’s rich little daughter. He’s following you like a stalker because he thinks you need a guard. But little did he know that there is more under the surface...

pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

word count: 2.4

warnings: language + attempted rape

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"Y/N. Where the hell are you? Call me back or...." he exhaled loudly. "You don't want to know what happens then." Furious, Bucky took the phone from his ear. You had slipped away from him at the mall and now you were untraceable to him. He squeezed his hand so hard that the leather of the glove made unhealthy noises. Bucky was hired by your father Conrad Grayson to protect you. Your father was one of the most influential men in New York and would soon be making big money deals. You were a potential target for everyone who hated your father. However, you knew nothing about this job. If you found out the real reason Bucky was following you, you would kill your father with your own hands, he knew that and Bucky knew it. You, however, as a young adult of just 21 years, wanted to enjoy your life. But this bad-tempered man was always around you. When you were in the toilet earlier, you couldn't escape from him. That changed when you insisted on going to Victoria's Secret. The handsome man didn't want to risk his job because he got strange looks from others. After all, officially you had a nine-year age difference. Unofficially, hundreds of years more. But only Barnes, your father and his good friend Tony Stark, who had recommended the new bodyguard at your side, knew about this.

He kept his eyes on you in the shop for a while. You walked through the rows and lifted various models of panties into the air. You put on a show for him. You knew very well that he was watching you. You couldn't help grinning as he swallowed while you disappeared with a red underwear set towards the changing rooms and out of his sight at the same time. He'd been trying not to look too controlling all along, but this man had a definite protective instinct. This was Bucky's first time in this mall with you, so he didn't know there was a second exit from this shop. You had arranged to meet your friends at the little bar a few streets away. They had the best burgers and milkshakes. When you saw your group of friends already sitting outside, you felt the triumph. By now you'd been in the changing room quite a while, Bucky thought to himself, and stepped uncertainly into the shop. The shop assistant could see his nervousness. "Can I help you?" she asked effusively nice. He cleared his throat. "Yes, my friend walked in here earlier. Maybe you saw her? She was going to the changing rooms." The blonde woman nodded thoughtfully. "Yes indeed. But she went past the changing rooms and took the escalators down. There's another exit from the shop on the first floor." Bucky's eyes snapped open and he cracked his knuckles. "There's another exit?" His voice sounded dangerous and the saleswoman took a step back. "Thanks." He grumbled softly and stormed out of the shop. He spent another half hour just searching every damn shop for you.

"Y/N." You froze in your movement. "Oh no." Your head sank down in disappointment. "Someone's in trouble." Piped Jasper in amusement. "Oh shut your mouth you freak." You said annoyed and upset at the same time. You didn't even look in Bucky's direction. Maybe he would just walk away. "Y/N Grayson." Bucky's voice sounded darker. For some reason, that fact turned you on. Someone tapped you on the shoulder. "Young lady, that man there wants to talk to you." The woman from the next table smiled at you, but clearly she was just uncomfortable. "I know, thank you. I don't want to talk to him though." You threw him an ironic smile and turned around. Then you took the straw from your strawberry milkshake back into your mouth. Heavy footsteps echoed down on the old wooden floor and a shadow came over you. He was standing right behind you now. You knew it even without Xavier and Jasper's fear-filled gaze. Bucky could be really scary, but you were used to it. Every time he gave you a look like that, heat rose in a certain region of your body. "I will not come with you. I want to be able to enjoy my free time without you for once." He laughed softly. "You know that's impossible little one." What had he just called you? Angrily you rose from your seat. "Repeat that." All you got in reply was a cheeky grin. "You know what? Just fuck you." You reached for your handbag. "Watch your language." You challenged him with your gaze. Without further ado, he grabbed your legs and threw you over his shoulder. "What the! Bucky put me down now!" you said hysterically. "No." His grip on your legs only tightened. "God this is so embarrassing." you mumbled softly. "All my friends are watching this." you complained. He calmly walked with you across the car park to his dark car. Only when he was right in front of it did he set you down. "I hate you." Annoyed, you hit him on the chest with the flat of your hand. “It’s based on mutuality, you little spoiled brat.” He spit the words at you and opened the door for you. He was angry, so you shouldn't take his words personally. But somehow it still hurt in the chest. He’d surrounded you with his arms so you couldn’t run away from him. He wouldn’t fall for you that easy. When you finally sat down, he slammed the door a little too aggressively for your taste.

The drive home was long and silent. He didn't speak a word to you and vice versa. You were leaning against the window. Still pissed off, you watched the passing landscape in boredom. Bucky parked the car right in front of the big pompous front door. Before he could switch off the engine, you had already got out. In the grand foyer, your father was already waiting with a frown on his face. "To my office." A guilty conscience overcame you and tears burned in your eyes as you walked into his office with your head down. At some point in your life you had stopped counting how many times your father had lectured you. Today he had been particularly angry. "How careless can you be?! Do you know what could have happened to you?" And so on. You knew he was just worried about you, but you were an adult, for God's sake. Why did you need someone to follow you around 24 hours a day, seven days a week? It was a wonder Bucky didn't sleep like a watchdog at your door. After the "talk" with your father where he wouldn't let you get a word in edgewise, you holed up in your room. Being rich had its advantages and disadvantages. Your own bathroom? Advantage. Getting grounded in his huge room? Advantage. Getting his beloved book collection taken away? Disadvantage. You weren't the kind of person who gave much to his mobile phone. Your father knew that. It wasn't a punishment to take it away from you. But those hundred books on your wall? Those were the biggest target. Now they were locked away for a whole week. What should you do this week? Late in the evening there was a knock on your door. "I'm not here," you mumbled from under your covers. "Honey, it's me." Your mom came into your room with a small tray. The scent of your favourite tea crept into your nose. You couldn't help but smile. "I'm sorry," you said guiltily. "Oh, you have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. I was young once too. Your father is just worried. With so many big dates coming up, you're in danger. You know your father has made many enemies in his life." You sighed. "Does he let me spy in my house arrest too?" Your mother handed you your teacup. "Mr Barnes lives here, darling. You're bound to run into each other from time to time." You bit the inside of your cheek and sipped your tea comfortably with your mother. "I'll give you a few little chores and you won't be bored." You rolled your eyes. "Moooom." you complained, "What? Maybe this will convince your father that you're ready for your own place." She gave you a loving kiss on the forehead. "Sleep well okay."

All your life you had to try to be perfect for your father. But you were always in the shadow of your big brother. He studied, just like Dad. He did the same internships as Dad. He would soon take a place in the company. Then he would be the boss, just like Dad. Nothing you did was good enough for him. Until today, you never had heard the words "I'm proud of you." Your morning swims in the sea had to be moved to the pool. It was not the same. You missed the salty air. Still, you needed the balance. In your bikini you made your way to the kitchen. Your hair was still wet. If your mother could see you dripping all over the expensive tiles, you would have to clean the whole house. It's not like you have staff for that. You calmly made yourself a smoothie and looked at the list your mother had written for you. After several hours, the list was completed. Now a hot long shower sounded really tempting. On the way to your room, you passed the library. Longingly, you pushed down the handle, but as expected, the room was locked. "You're still banned from books." You clenched your jaw tightly. "I know. I know who's to blame, too. When did you tell my father yesterday that I'd run away?" He raised an eyebrow. "It's my fault?" He licked his lips, chuckling. "I think you have something mixed up." He crossed his arms in front of him. Involuntarily, you watched as the black shirt stretched across his muscles. "Oh no!" You smiled at him, but your smile did not reach your eyes. Anger flashed in them instead. Bucky saw your vulnerable side flash for the first time. But as quickly as it had come, it disappeared. "I'd like the fitness room to myself... if you don't mind." The sarcasm dripped from your voice. "No problem princess." And there it was again. That little twinge in your chest. Did he really think you were that shallow? You shook off the thought. Just as you were getting changed, your personal trainer rang. "Perfect timing." Bucky watched from the first floor. "You're grounded." he grumbled. "Grounded doesn't mean people can't come to my house." You followed John into the basement, but not before you could still give Bucky the middle finger.

John came by every day to help you with your workouts. Bucky watched him closely. Somehow he had a bad feeling about this guy. That feeling was confirmed on the last of your house arrest days. He was heading for the sauna area of the basement when he passed the gym. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. "Come on sweetie. It's only once. You'll enjoy it. Why else would you keep me hot all week if I can't have a piece of the pie?" The soldier in him seethed. "John please!" you whimpered. It wasn't an aroused whimper, it sounded painful. Not a second later, Bucky kicked in the door. The bastard had you pinned to one of the floor mats. When Bucky saw the relief and fear in your eyes, it was a done deal. He turned his head a little to the side. "Get off her." The vibranium made the nerves in his shoulder tingle. Joh laughed. "Mind your own business Man, we're busy here." Filthily he licked his lips while you turned your face away in disgust. Now he had had enough. Within the blink of an eye, the weight had gone from your body. You took a deep breath. You hadn't even realised that you had been holding your breath. Bucky held John pressed against the wall. Metal fingers around his throat. John was terrified. "What are you man?" he asked, frightened. Bucky smiled. "Your worst nightmare." Concerned, you walked up to Bucky. Gently, you put a hand on his shoulder. "Put him down." you asked him softly. Bucky held eye contact for a few seconds before John fell to the floor, breathing heavily. He put his hands protectively around his throat. "Are you all right?" he put his hand to your cheek. You smiled gratefully at him. "I'll walk you to the door John." The danger emanating from his body made you horny. Yet it was wrong to think of him that way. "Go to your room. I'll join you in a moment and bring you some tea." Gently he pushed you towards the stairs before following with John. Once there, Bucky pushed the pervert down the four steps to the driveway.

"I suggest you never set foot on this property again. The best thing you can do is pack your shabby clothes and get out of the Hamptons, forever." He looked at John with a fake grin. John's jaw muscles moved and he stared at the metal fingers on his car. Bucky closed the door before he looked after the car until it was out of sight. When Bucky entered your room, you looked huddled on the edge of the bed. "Hey." The mattress beside you lowered. Your shoulders touched. "Are you sure you're okay? You look like you're sick." He looked into your glazed eyes. "I want to wash it off me." Your shoulders began to shake and he pulled you into his arms. "Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?" his voice almost rolled over. You couldn't answer him but just looked at him while tears ran down your cheeks. "Please help me wash him off." He nodded worriedly and followed you into your bathroom. He helped you take off your clothes. He would burn the pile in the fireplace later. You didn't care that he saw you naked now, you just needed his support. He helped you into the shower and stood behind you fully dressed. He turned on the water and helped you to shower. He washed your hair first and then your body with a loofah sponge. Nothing in the world mattered to him at that moment except your well-being. He just held you in his arms and whispered soothing words to you until your sobs finally quietened.

Part 2???

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Traitor

summary: After Sebastian and you found out his wife Victoria was cheating on him, his world fell apart. The cherry on the cake was the revelation she was pregnant. Is it really Sebastians or that of your still-husband? The mystery continues...

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: none just great content hahaha

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“I have to get out of here.“ You took a deep breath and held back your tears. Before Sebastian or Victoria could say anything, you were out the door and in your own house. Breathing heavily, you pressed yourself to your front door. Sobbing, you found yourself on the cold floor. It could all have been a bad dream. Your husband had been cheating on you the whole time with the woman next door. How can you not notice something like that? Were you really that blind? For the next few days, you’ll be hiding in your bed. You couldn’t sleep or eat, but nothing else felt right. The curtains were closed and you didn’t shower anymore. One afternoon, there was a penetrating knock on your front door. Annoyed, you went to look, only to find a desperate Liam. Soon you opened the door and squatted in front of him. “Liam, what are you doing here? Where are your parents?” he fell around your neck and began to cry. “They fight all the time and I miss you. I want to play with you and I miss your delicious muffins too.” You caressed his curls. “Ah Liam”. you sighed quietly. “Come on, let’s make blueberry muffins together, okay?” He nodded lightly, still pressed to you. The little man had conquered so much of your heart in such a short time. He didn’t mind your outward appearance. He was a kid. Still, you wanted to take a shower as soon as the muffins were in the oven. Liam was always thrilled to help you bake. He just put some white chocolate chips over the muffins, and you put them in the oven. “I have a surprise for you. You can play with it while I’m in the shower. If something happens, you come running to the bathroom or you scream.” You took a serious look at him, and he nodded fast. You went into your bedroom and pulled out a Lego set, which he had in mind since the last time he was with you at Target. He had just talked about it and you hadn’t had a chance to give it to him yet. He uttered an excited scream and clutched the box. “Thank you, thank you, Y/N. Wow.” You smiled good-natured and disappeared into the bathroom. The shower had done well. You were hanging up the wet towels when Liam came sprinting into the bathroom, a Lego figure pressed tightly to him. “Someone is knocking furiously”, he whispered anxiously. “Stay here and hide in the bathtub.” You closed the door and went to the front door. Through the door spy, you saw Sebastian’s worried face. “Y/N!” he screamed desperately. Quickly you opened the door. “Liam is with me. Take a deep breath.” Sebastian’s widened eyes calmed down. “Oh, thank God. I’ve been so busy with.” He stopped because you interrupted him. “Fighting with her? He told me crying.“ He wanted to get away from you Sebastian. He was so scared”, you said quietly. “Liam it’s just your daddy. You can come out”. you shouted down the hallway. The bathroom door opened quietly and Liam looked in our direction. Exhaling loudly, he ran into his father’s arms. The timer in the kitchen went off and you got the deliciously-smelling pastries out of the oven. “Dad, I don’t want to go home”, Liam muttered quietly. You put the muffins in the cool kitchen room to cool off and cleaned up the rest of the kitchen. “I know, Angel, I’m so sorry”, Sebastian muttered. “I wish it were different too. Do we want to go to the garden and play football? Or build a sand castle?” Liam shook his head violently. “I want to eat Y/N’s muffins. We baked them together. There’s soooo many blueberries in there.” Liam stretched out his arms and Sebastian laughed. “That sounds good. Maybe I’ll get one too.” He tickled his son’s stomach and they both came into the kitchen. “Miss Y/N Y/L/N we’re here to pick up one of your delicious-smelling pastries.” You had to smile and take three muffins and sit down at the table with them. The sun shone through the large glass front. It all felt way too comfortable. A nice man by your side and a kid. Quickly you shake off the thought and bit in the juicy little cake. Nothing could have destroyed that beautiful, quiet moment except a furious Victoria Stan stormed through your yard and just walked into your house.

“Are you serious? I’m searching the whole neighborhood for our son and you’re having coffee gossip with this bitch? What are you guys? Are you playing healthy family life or what?!” Angry about her trespassing in your house, you tried to defend yourself, but she pointed her finger at you threateningly. “Just don’t try to talk yourself out, little one”. “Victoria!” Sebastian said indignantly. “She’s not stealing my family!” Victoria yelled and then began to sob loudly. “I’m not stealing anything here. Liam came to me scared because he couldn’t stand it at home anymore.” The little boy clung to his daddy. “It would be better if you left my house now”you said quietly. "And by that I mean all of you." without another word you opened the glass door and waited. Victoria threw her hair behind her shoulders and arrogantly left your property. Sebastian took his son in his arms. "I'm so sorry Y/N." You just shook your head. "Save it, it's not your fault." Liam you gave a small smile. "What's a bitch?" he asked quietly, addressing his dad. "Oh God, I'll explain later, okay?" The handsome man next door turned to you again. "I'm really sorry. I'll get back to you soon." You didn't reply anything more and closed the door behind them. "It would be better if you didn't," you murmured to yourself. You cooled your forehead on the glass before drawing the curtains. If you spent more time with them, you would surely fall in love with your neighbour. You had to stop this before it caused more problems.

You had hired a realtor to sell your house. In the last week, the neighbours across the street moved out. You made an offer and today you had the signed contract in your hand. The house was a lot smaller and you had also managed to get a job interview. Maybe now everything would change for the better. The day of the moving had come. Your parents had come all the way from another state to help you. Just as you were loading your little car with the last box from the kitchen, Sebastian came storming out of his house. "What's going on here? Y/N? You're moving away? Why didn't you say anything?" his words almost spilled over. You wanted to press your hands on his chest to calm him down. But his heart belonged to someone else. "I'm just moving into the Johnson house. It's smaller and I can postpone my unemployment for a while by selling my house. What would I do with such a big house with so many painful memories? I just can't live next door to you anymore. It's not you." you sighed softly. "I know, I know." He raised his hands placatingly. "Can I help you?" You looked to your now old house. "I don't think there's that much left inside, but sure." He followed you inside, his heavy footsteps echoing through the empty rooms. "Wow that looks so depressing." You let your gaze glide over the wooden floor. "I know something that looks like that too," you replied ironically. "What?" he looked at you with interest. "Your marriage," you said dryly. You looked at each other. The air became electrically charged and you both started to laugh. "That was a good one. Shit." He took the two boxes in your bedroom and you took the plant. "I hope we can still keep in touch, even if you live 400 metres away now." You had to laugh. "Oh that's going to be hard when I see you and Liam so far away now." He rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. We've become good friends over the last few weeks. At least I think so, or do you have a different opinion?" "I am very grateful for the conversations between us. If you feel like it, I'll cook something for us. Quite platonically. I don't want your pregnant wife setting fire to my new house." He put the boxes in front of your car. "I doubt it's my child. I'll demand a paternity test. But every time I try to talk to her about it, she either starts crying or she turns into a fury. She’s really using this pregnancy to distract from the real issue. " Disappointed, he shook his head. "What are you going to do about it?" you asked quietly, closing the boot. "I'm going to go through her things. Can you maybe do me a favour?" Startled, you open your eyes. "I won't help you go through her things," you say quickly. "No, I would never ask you to do that. I was going to ask you if you might find some evidence in Patrick's old things." He scratched the back of his head. "I doubt I have much of his stuff left..but I can try. Give me a few days to unpack." You smiled at him trustingly. "Of course. Arrive safely." You walked to the driver's door. "Thank you Sebastian." He leaned against the side of your car. "Call me Seb, please."

Four days later, you folded up the last box and stowed it with the others in the garage. Tired, sweaty and exhausted, you rubbed your forehead with the back of your hand. "Finally." After a much-needed shower, you made some fresh lemonade and went to your terrace in the garden. The sun was shining brightly on this Sunday. You had last week's pile of mail on the table next to the swing. The cool lemonade provided immediate refreshment. You were wearing a pink bikini under your light cardigan. You went through the typical bills and advertisements before you opened the next envelope, beaming. Your contract for the new job as a pastry chef in the new bakery. The interview couldn't have gone better. Now you could put your passion into practice on the job again. You happily signed the contract before your face froze. A letter from Patrick. "Please, not the divorce papers. Be an adult for once." you muttered to yourself like a mantra. You looked expectantly at the pile of papers. He hadn't signed it, of course. Frustrated, you took off your cardigan and went to the pool. Now you would have to turn to him again, just so you could go on with your life without him. You let your body slide into the cool water and swam a few laps. When your head was finally clear, you got out of the pool. "Wow." Shocked, you winced and looked at your ex-neighbour. "God, you scared me." He slowly looked you up and down but you didn't feel uncomfortable. Leaning casually against the railing of your terrace, he took a drag on a cigarette. "Since when do you smoke?" He squinted one eye because of the brightness. He watched you closely until you stood in front of him in your cardigan. "I only do it when I'm stressed or frustrated." You crossed your arms in front of you. His gaze slowly went down before he looked you in the eye again. "And what stresses or frustrates you?" "I can't find anything to confirm their affair. It's obvious... but without hard evidence." He exhaled a cloud of smoke. Disgusted, you waved your hand in front of your face. "I'll help you. It will be hard but...come with me. But get rid of the disgusting thing first. Outside my property." With a heavy heart you took the box out of your wardrobe. You had saved every gift and flower Patrick had ever given you. "What's this?" asked Seb, sitting down on the armchair in your bedroom. "The past," you answered and had to swallow the lump in your throat. It had been a long time since you last opened the box. The memories haunted you. Your former marriage smiled at you through photos and the negative pregnancy tests laughed at you. "Y/N." said Seb breathlessly. "I couldn't give him a baby." Your voice broke in mid-sentence. "And now she's giving him one." Strong arms pulled you against a solid body. "Don't tell yourself that. He's an asshole and she's no better. They both betrayed us and broke their promises." He gently wiped away your tears with his thumb. "I'll help you look through the box and we'll bust them both. I promise." You nodded slowly and looked at him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get so emotional, but this is a difficult subject for me. We've been trying to get pregnant for years." He took your face in his big hands. "It's all going to work out okay?" His face came closer to yours. Your heart was beating like mad. Was this the moment of your first kiss? You closed your eyes in anticipation. But instead of a kiss, the doorbell rang.

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midnightbabylon · 2 years

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Cheater

summary: Sebastian has been married to the love of his life Victoria for about two years. They live in a small but noble suburb in a modern house. Sebastian is hiring you as a nanny to investigate his wife’s secrets.

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

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warnings: cheating

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"cheating doesn’t start with sex, it starts with sneaky conversations"

Lies. That’s all she can do, tell him lies. Sebastian didn’t know where Victoria went yesterday. All he knew was that she had sneaked back into the house. Like he wouldn’t notice. She usually never worked long, or was always on her phone. Lately, that had changed. She also took her phone everywhere as if she had something to hide. At first he had no reason to be suspicious, he was proud of his wife and that she could earn a bonus by hard work. Sebastian had voluntarily resigned from his job because of Liam, his young son. He had just turned three years old. The disciplined husband was able to work from home and at the same time take care of his son before he could go to a suitable daycare center. You were Sebastian’s neighbor for six years. Five years ago Victoria joined and shortly after Liam was born. They were nice neighbors, even if you didn’t get to see them that often. Victoria was on the move all the time, when she wasn’t working, she was shopping or visiting her sister on the other side of town. You saw Sebastian playing with Liam in his yard or in the driveway when he washed his car. Mostly he did that shirtless or in a white tank top. Every woman in the adjoining houses wanted a piece of him, not excluding you. He was an incredibly attractive man. His wife was really lucky. But you never really exchanged more than a few words, except the day your husband cheated on you.

To this day, you couldn’t remember how you got into your driveway without any damage. Your makeup was spread all the way down to your chin and your hands were tight on the steering wheel. A knock on your window ripped you out of your trance. Deep blue eyes looked at you. You hurriedly rub the mascara off your cheeks and let down the window. “Can I help you, Mr. Stan?” He leaned against your car and leaned down. “You look like you had a bad day.” You laughed half-heartedly. “The neighborhood already knows, I guess.” He nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m terribly sorry. My wife and I would like to invite you to dinner. We don’t mind, and being alone on a day like this shouldn’t be." You were very surprised by the offer, but you hid it pretty well under your face. “I’d like to freshen up a bit and then I’ll gladly accept the invitation.” He smiled and his white teeth flashed. He left you alone in your car and you took a deep breath. “Wow. I hate small towns.” You took your things from the passenger seat and entered your house. Life was unfair, but you could also become an unfair player. In a matter of minutes, you’ll storm through the house and pack your husband Patrick’s things. All his clothes ended up in a big garbage bag and outside the door. You didn’t pay attention to the expensive suits that shouldn’t be wrinkled. Now you had nothing to lose. All the photos and all the jewelry he ever gave you, you throw into a big box. You took the roses and other bouquets from last week in both arms and ran to the trash can. Before the tears could get the upper hand again, you lit a match and made the flowers burn. Probably they were just gifts anyway because he was plagued by a bad conscience. After you also threw away his rest of his stuff lying around, you took a long shower. You should’ve seen the signs. Every time you smelled a different perfume on him or found lipstick scraps in his shirts. He talked himself out and blamed it on intrusive co-workers. But every time you visited his office, none of the women there wore such a perfume or that bright red lipstick. That suddenly changed when you called him this morning and a woman picked up the phone. He was supposed to stay at the office last night, working a night shift. The giggling and moaning female voice asking who was on the phone was confirmation of the lazy game he was playing with you.

It’s been exactly two months since you kicked Patrick out. You didn’t know how long it had been going on with the other woman, but you were glad you got a lawyer so quickly to file for divorce. After everything he and you went through, he could do this to you. You’d been trying to get pregnant for the past two years, but nothing seemed to work. It couldn’t have been sex because you wanted to have a baby just like him. That’s why you used to jump on him like a puma all the time. You were actually planning on pushing him out of your mind, but it was harder than you thought. To make matters worse, you also lost your job at the “I’ll expose my husband” campaign. Thank God you saved up some money and sold some of Patrick’s things. When you came back from shopping, suddenly a ball hit your windshield. Frightened, a small outcry escaped and you grabbed your chest to calm your beating heart. Sebastian came running over to you and raised his hands soothingly. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Liam and I underestimated his strength.” He indicates behind him where his little curly image just caught the football out of your flowers. “Oh no problem, it’s still all right and I just got scared. Who’s winning? Do you make your dad look old?” you asked the little boy, and he grinned carefully before he nodded violently. Sebastian started laughing and asked Liam to go back into the garden. You took the groceries out of your trunk and wished them a lot of fun. “Oh wait, I’ll help you.” You lock your car. “Oh, I can do it.” At that moment, a few apples fell out of your bag and Sebastian caught them smiling. “Oh, yeah?” He just took all your bags and followed you to your porch. You opened the door for him, and he walked into your kitchen like it was the most self-evident thing in the world. “Thank you, but that really wouldn’t have been necessary.” He waved off. “That was nothing.” He looked around. “It’s pretty bald.” You nodded slowly. “I disposed of a lot of things that reminded me of him." “Understandable.“ he said softly. You started putting in the groceries and Sebastian looked out the window into his garden. Now he’s guaranteed to think you’re a crazy stalker. “Are you looking for a job?” he asked, pointing to the pile of newspaper advertisements. “Yes.“ you said out of breath. “I lost my job when I caught Patrick, and the search is harder than I thought.” Sebastian leaned against the kitchen counter. “If you feel like you could work as a nanny for Liam. I have a few appointments coming up and our moms don’t have time to take care of him. You’d help me a lot with that. I’ll pay you well, don’t worry.” Nanny? Something like that didn’t suit you, and besides, it could only fuel the desire for a child. “I’d like to sleep over it for a night and then let you know." He smiled. “All right. I’ll get out of here.“ he pointed to his garden. “Let me beat at soccer.” You had to giggle. “Give Liam good luck.” Sebastian opened his mouth to an O and looked at you “I’ll remember that."

That same night, you were in the kitchen to get a glass of water. At that moment, Victoria’s headlights lit up your kitchen. You’re looking at the clock. It was almost 1:00 in the morning. A realtor usually didn’t work that long. For some reason, you hid behind your curtains and watched the pretty woman. She folded down the little games in the car and wiped her fingers along her lips. After that, she brushed her hair straight. You kept your mouth open. In your marriage, you’ve had a lot of moments like this yourself. Victoria had just fucked. But it was clear that it wasn’t her husband. Sebastian didn’t deserve this. You had gone through that hell yourself, and now his wife seemed to be cheating on him. Him. The uplifting anger in you broke the glass in your hand. Your decision was made.

“I’ll do it. I’d like to be Liam’s nanny and I need the money.” Slightly smiling you stood next to Sebastian in his garden. A steaming apple pie in your hand. “Really? Oh that’s great. Thank you. You’re kind of saving my life.” He tried to hug you, but then he took your apple pie instead. “I’ll get some plates." Nodding, you looked after him. Liam was sitting in the sandbox, building a castle. With dinosaur figures in his hands, he was reenacting a fight. "Oh, that looks bloodthirsty. Why don't the knights from the castle do something about the dinos?" Liam looked at you smiling. "When the dinos lived, there were no knights yet." Amazed at his knowledge, you looked at him. "I baked a delicious apple pie. Would you like to eat a piece with us?" "Oh yeah. I love apple pie. But my grandma's is the best." Laughing, you stood up and helped him knock the sand off his overalls. "Well, let's see if I can maybe manage to bake something nearly as good as your grandma." Over the next few days you got to know Liam better and better. Sebastian left the house early and came back late at night. You hardly ever saw Victoria. It was rare that you had to put Liam to bed. But when you did, he wanted to hear a story. Every time it was the same story about a cat mum and her son who had lost his way one day. You felt that he was sad without his mum. He was very happy when Sebastian came home, though. After two weeks Victoria suddenly came home while you were playing Lego with Liam. "What are you doing here?" she asked angrily. Sebastian came through the door right after her. "She's helping me with Liam while you drive around the world instead of working." He pulled a low-slung cap off his head. "Are you spying on me?" "Yes, I have no other choice. You abandon me and your son every day. You never come home and when you do you sneak in in the middle of the night." She looked at him and swallowed. "Yeah, you thought I wouldn't notice?" For Liam, this was the wrong place. "Come on, let's go to your room and play," you said quietly to him and he nodded worriedly. You tried to calm him down and finally put a film in the DVD player. Quietly you slipped into the hallway to eavesdrop on the couple. "Where do you hang out all the time?" He crossed his arms. "I'm an estate agent. I have to go from house to house all day." she defended herself. "Oh yeah, and do you have to share a bed with clients too, or is that just your latest job?" She gasped audibly. "Why are you insinuating that?" She plays the innocent. "Insinuate? You think I don't see how swollen your lips are every night? Or that you put your clothes straight in the wash?" "Sebastian. I work hard to earn more money for our family." She went into another room. Their voices became quieter. You went down some stairs. "Family? Don't make me laugh. How many times have you put your son to bed in the last four weeks? Or made him breakfast?" She was probably about to say something, but Sebastian interrupted her directly. "I had to ask our neighbour to watch Liam so I could check if my wife might be cheating on me. She was cheated on herself and lost her job. You want to make a fuss about me or her? You don't have the right. I'm not doing anything illegal. I was just helping a neighbour." "I am innocent. I'm working and that's all." He held out his hand. "Then show me your phone." "You're ridiculous." He followed her. "If you have nothing to hide, then show me your phone," he said slowly. She looked at him for a long time. She walked into the hallway to her handbag. The vibrating in your pocket made you stop. A message from your ex Patrick. *I miss you. Let's try again. *

You just rolled your eyes, but answered anyway. *Did your affair break up with you?* It didn't surprise you that the answer was yes. Without further ado, you deleted his number. Sighing, you sat down in bed with Liam. The film was almost over, but he was already fast asleep. Something pricked in your pocket. You suddenly had a note in your hand. It was badly crumpled and seemed to have been in the washing machine before. You looked at the numbers with interest. It was a telephone number. The sweatpants used to belong to Patrick. Without further ado, you dialled the number. A loud ringing in the living room made you look up. Either it was a stupid coincidence or the mystery of the affair had just been solved. Uncertainly you ran downstairs and found yourself face to face with Victoria and Sebastian. You held up your phone. "I fished this number out of Patrick's pants." Tears burned in your eyes. Sebastian looked at his wife in disgust. "I bet I'll find a red lipstick and that sweet smelling perfume on you too Victoria, won't I?" your voice was barely a whisper. "Our neighbour seriously? Married himself and then destroying not one but two marriages?" Sebastian muttered. "Two?" Victoria asked, trembling. "Yes wife. Or should I say ex-wife?" Sebastian said incredulously. "We are done for the day. You can pack your things. And you can take it from me that I'm going to fight for Liam's custody." You had never seen the handsome man so upset. "Sebastian listen to me. Please. You can't split up." He shook his head vigorously and walked around to pack her things. "Why Victoria?! Why?" She straightened her shoulders. "I'm pregnant." Your and Sebastian's mouths dropped open. "WHAT?!" you said at the same time.

To be continued?

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midnightbabylon · 2 years

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Happier

- Part 1 -

summary: You were once James Buchanan Barnes great love, but you could never give him a family. Now you have to watch him find his family without you.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: none

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You arrived in Delacroix Louisiana. The home of Sarah and Sam Wilson. You’ve known the family for decades. Closing the car door you inhaled deeply. The smell of seafood, corn on a cob and pecan pie made you smile. Paul and Darleen knew your parents. They sadly died shortly before the blip. You don’t have any siblings or any other family left. You stayed in New Orleans even though you miss them every day. Now a few months had passed since Hulk brought everyone back. While Sam continued to try to save the world and toured the area, you helped Sarah with her children and fishing. Unfortunately, you weren’t a mechanic. The old boat fell out of the seams. Against Sarah’s will, you supported her with money or by taking care of her children from time to time. But the boat couldn’t repair itself. And since friends supported each other, she sometimes helped you in the bakery. You tried with all your strength to keep the family heritage alive. Y/L/N bakery. You sold the big house and moved into an apartment above the bakery. So you could buy a small van and take on larger orders. Baking was your passion. All the things you can do with simple ingredients. Every time a different masterpiece comes out. You made everything from cupcakes to wedding cakes and bread. In recent times many tourists came to the city again. The bakery was overcrowded and last week Jason, your employee, quit too. All the stress was too much, which is why you couldn’t get in touch with Sarah. As an excuse, you closed the store early, baked the Wilsons their favorite pastries and drove for an hour. You could hear music and people chatting on the pier. You’re not the most social type. You like to stay at home while others go out partying and stuff. With the pie box in your hand, you walked slowly to the pier. It looked like there was something going on here. You looked around. Sam posed for a photo with Carlos. Sarah was in the corner cutting some vegetables while smiling. Then you saw a familiar face. It felt like an eternity the last time you saw him, but it wasn’t that long ago. He must've arrived a few minutes earlier than you. Bucky had an ice cream cake in his hand and walked casually down the jetty with his sunglasses on his face. He didn’t get far because Sam’s nephews attacked him playfully. He laughed, pulled his sunglasses from his face and set the cake down by a table. The cake was already half-molted. You huffed a little bit. Usually the cake looks fantastic but now? How could you melt such a good bakery? Sam greeted him with a hug. This seemed so lovely that you felt uncomfortable. You’re twisting your face and turning in the direction of the house. The door was always open in this neighbourhood so you invited yourself in. You put the box on the kitchen counter and looked for a note and a pen.

Hey guys! I didn't want to interrupt whatever you celebrated so just enjoy your pastries. I will call tomorrow. Love Y/N

You sighed. AJ, Cass, Sam and Sarah were the only family you had left but still...You aren't that close anymore and that is your fault. Your relationship with Bucky was short but real. You never thought you could get so involved with a person until he came. You fell down a cliff. He was everything you ever wanted. But you weren't his. When he left he took your heart with him. You got colder. You didn’t say much anymore and worked harder. You had retreated. He didn’t give you an explanation. Uncertainties haunt you to this day. You share so many memories. You closed your eyes and let one of those memories come back to your head.

“Hello, beauty.” You can feel the heat shooting into your cheeks. “Stop it.“ you laugh. “What are you doing on your legs so early?” his big hand wrapped your cheek and stroked gently with a thumb over your lips. “I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to wake you. So I thought I’d make us pancakes.“Hmm, I love pancakes. But you know what I love more?” You’re smiling. “No what?” you ask amused. “You.“ You gently pulled him towards you by his military dog tags and kissed him. A tear escaped from your eye and you wiped it away.

When you came out of the house, you had to look down at the water again. AJ and a little girl hang on his vibranium arm as he chats causally with Sarah. From that point, you could still see that it was flirting. Sarah even giggled. Your heart hurt. Music was playing and it looked like everyone was having a good time. Some danced, others ate at the long table. A cool breeze was blowing over from the sea to you. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and tightened your jacket. Why you didn’t finally go to your car, you didn’t know yourself. He was like a magnet. You just had to watch him. The two friends, who couldn’t be more different, run to the end of the jetty where the fishing boat docks. Sam gazes over the water at the horizon and Bucky joins him. They both smile peacefully. They’re talking about something, and seem so relaxed. The well-built and attractive man had turned his back on you. Which was probably for the best. Last time you saw each other, it wasn’t a good occasion. Now his hair was just shorter and he seemed happier. That’s what most people probably are when you’re no longer in their lives, happier. Slowly you breathed out and looked at the grass beneath you. Sadly, you smiled and disappeared just as the two returned to the party. When you got back to your apartment, you fell exhausted on your bed. How would you know Bucky and Sam were in town together? When the Falcon returns to the city it makes the rounds quickly, but nobody had mentioned that the former Winter Soldier is also there. If you’d contacted Sarah, you’d have known and stayed away from the house. There’s no question James is staying with them. And now it’s all coming up. Sighing, you open your closet and take out the little box. Gently you placed them on the mattress of your bed and looked into the box that contained all the good things from the past. Underneath the old photos of your parents are all the things that remind you of him. The first rose he ever gave you. Polaroid photos where you’re in love. Every day with him was a gift. You didn’t get to say goodbye to him then, and you weren’t ready to say goodbye to him now...

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summary: Sebastian and you have been best friends ever since you could think. You went from country to country with him, mended his heart after every breakup, and were there for him in every conceivable situation. Even when his ex-girlfriend cheated on him. However, she did not disappear from his life as hoped. She’s trying to get him back, and he seems to fall for her. Again.

pairing: Sebastian Stan x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: heartbreak

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Isn’t it tragic that most best friends fall in love with each other and never say a word about it?

You can’t tell exactly when you fell in love with Sebastian anymore, but it’s been like that for quite some time. You have a deep bond and trust each other blindly. If any of you are in trouble, none of you hesitate for a second to help. For the past 36 years, nothing has separated you except for one person, his ex-girlfriend. The blonde woman called Allison or Ally had been his undoing in your opinion. Allison is a Spanish actress who stars in a small Netflix series. Why she caught the eye of management, you didn’t know until today. But one thing was for sure, she was toxic. At that time, the relationship between Seb and Ally started as a PR stunt. They should be photographed by paparazzi at the same time in the same place, have coffee together and comment on some social media posts. Suddenly he met with her more often than necessary, they exchanged numbers, and she came to his house more often. He fell in love with her, or with the being she seemed to be pretending to be. Something felt wrong with you. Not just because of the signals she gave you every time the three of you were in the same room. She touched him more often than necessary, kissed him stormyly, and every time she pulled him into her arms she moaned joyfully, looking you in the eye. Every time she was not in the States, she posted immoral things on her social media platforms. She was always at parties with her best friend and practically threw herself at him. You had a dull feeling there was more between the two of them than she wanted to admit. Every time Sebastian finally had time for you, next to her, you talked to him about it. Whether he had no doubts and whether everything between the two didn’t go too fast. You tried to keep it quiet, but he didn’t understand. He was blind with love. When it finally came to the showdown and he found the text messages on Ally’s phone, he was standing at your door. You’ve never seen him so bad. The few times you’ve seen him cry were nothing compared to that night. He collapsed in your arms. His sobbing lasted for hours. You stroked through his hair and whispered soothing words. For the next time, he moved into your apartment because he couldn’t be alone. It felt like living together. He even slept in your bed. Even in difficult times, you couldn’t have the heart to admit your feelings to him. After months of fixing his heart, he was finally free. He was able to smile and laugh again, and he was with you carefree. He met friends again, focused on his job and got his life back on track.

Sebastian and you had a ritual. Every Thursday you meet at his place, order food and watch movies until you fall asleep. For this you had made a small glass with different genres and titles of movies. Every time, Seb took turns pulling out a note with you. There were snacks and lots of cuddling units on the couch. That Thursday, you found yourself on his couch. The pizza arrived half an hour ago and Footlose was on the big TV screen. “Y/N.” Chewing, you looked over at him. Somehow you had a weird feeling. “Yes?” “Listen, I invited someone else.“ he said, playing nervously with his hands. “What’s that? I think I misinterpreted myself.“ you reply. He knew exactly how holy those evenings were to you alone with him. He’s so busy all year and always on the move. As a best friend with her own job and her own life, it was difficult to find some time for each other. Even if you don’t have a relationship or a pet, having a well-known actor in your life wasn’t always easy. Friendships are one of the most important parts of life. The friendship between the two of you has never suffered. Sebastian’s had relationships with women many times, and he never put them in front of you. Until Ally came into his life. He canceled the regular Thursdays or the short coffee meetings between his shooting times. Broke your heart out. But it broke your heart even more that he didn’t notice you were in love with him.

Just how talented women are, she’d realized for a long time that you had a thing for the handsome man. At the inauguration party of Sebastian’s new apartment, she walked confidently into the kitchen. You had just poured a new drink into the red plastic cup when she put her manicured hand on the counter next to you. “If you think I have no idea you’re trying to get to my boyfriend, you messed with the wrong girl. I’ll beat you up if you try anything." She saw you dead in her eyes and tried to look threatening. “And if you think I don’t know you’re playing a wrong game with him...then you messed with the wrong girl.“ you mimic her. When you tried to walk past her, she grabbed your arm. “Be careful what you say." She grabbed tightly and hurt you, but you didn’t show. Slowly and dangerously, you uttered the next words. “Let go of me.” She smiled and insecurity flashed in her face for a moment. Just as she was able to reply, Sebastian stepped through the door. “Hey.” Panicked, Ally let go of you and turned around. “Baby!” she said too exuberantly. “Y/N and I just had a really nice chat about you. We’re so proud of your new home.” You just got to keep your lunch in there with the mucus trail she left behind. Rolling your eyes, you left the kitchen. But you couldn’t ignore the quick pounding of your heart. He didn’t even pay attention to you and your body language. He never noticed how she lied to him. But that’s the talent of actors, acting. She was his center of life. She manipulated him, his whole being suddenly changed. He stopped responding to calls, ignored your texts. You’ve been pushed out of his life.

And now she came running through the elevator doors with a smile. It’s like she’d never done a dirty job with her best friend behind Sebastian’s back. “What is she doing here?” you asked him angrily. “What is she doing here?” you asked him angrily. “I told you I invited her.“he said calmly. “Our Thursday? You’ve lied better than that, Sebastian.” Ally gently placed her purse and jacket on the leather chair. “You’ve never invited anyone to these meetings. Why are you lying for her? She’s guaranteed to suggest you come over now, and you’re so soft that you just let her go. And now she’s here. I don’t want to be the third wheel. How did you imagine me sitting next to you watching the movie while you lick each other?” He shook his head. “Y/N you don’t understand.“ he sighed. “I don’t understand?” You rubbed your hands over your face. “I never wanted this situation to happen, but I have to ask you this question now." Slowly you were breathing out. “Choose...... me or her?” Tears burned in your eyes as you looked at your best friend. “Y/N you can’t-” You repeated the question louder. He looked back and forth between you and Ally. This hesitation was enough. Disappointed, you dropped your head. “You’d still choose her.” your voice was barely audible. Your heart froze to ice and shattered into a thousand pieces. After all these years, you thought he’d finally realize how much you loved him. “After all she’s done to you?” you asked him stunned. He showed no response except the twitching of the corner of his mouth. “But it doesn’t matter how many times I have to heal your broken heart and neglect my own.” Tears burned in your eyes. „It’s always her.” You laughed in disbelief. “Perhaps you should ask your beloved one what she said to me at your housewarming party. What she threatened to do to me because I knew she was sleeping with her best friend. What she would do to me if I tell you." Offended, the wrong bitch walked over to him. “She’s lying baby. That’s the only thing she ever does. She doesn’t want us to be together. She always wanted to tear us apart.” Allison stood next to your best friend and stroked his chest. Of course, she was now playing the victim. “I think it’s better if you go now Y/N." You must have been in the wrong movie. “You’re asking me to leave? Me? Not her?” Stunned you stared at him. Not a single emotion was discernible in his face. How could he just push away his longest-running girlfriend? Painfully you bite your tongue. A few seconds passed. You grabbed your things off his couch and looked at Ally in disgust as you walked past he, she looked at you triumphantly. You didn’t take it easy to hit her hard with your shoulder.

You went to the elevator of the penthouse and pressed the button on the doors. Slowly you turn back to the interior of the apartment. “I really hope for your sake that you wake up before it completely destroys you. She’s gonna hurt you again and again. Cheaters are cheating again. They can’t help it. Until now, I’ve always been there to pick up the pieces. I’m gonna wait for the moment when you realize I’m not going to be there anymore. Farewell... Forever." The trembling in your voice you were just able to keep under control. You grabbed the necklace he gave you when you were a little girl. She was the most valuable thing you have. Since you had it, you haven’t taken it off a single day. You ripped the jewel from your neck and threw it on the marble floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed, tears poured down your cheeks. You dampen your sobs with your hand as you slowly slide down the cold, smooth walls. When you get to the lobby, you pull yourself up. As you walked out, the young woman behind the reception pointed a finger at your face. You hurriedly wipe your fingers under your eyes. Compassionately, she mustered you before handing you a handkerchief without a word. You just seemed to have made it worse. You thank her quietly and hurry out of the building. You called for a cab and you went on to your new life without your best friend.

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