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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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cevans-is-classic · 3 years

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Masterpiece

For Anon Request: Okay but imagine Sebastian including you in that quarantine video that he posted on IG last year. Showing funny clips of you cleaning with him, singing your heart out, and dancing, maybe even including a little tiny short clip of you two making out to tease the fans.

18+ only, please. Sexual Content and Language.

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He made the video shot by shot, painstakingly reviewing all the pieces and pasted them together here and there, laughing at some scenes and cringing at others, but loving the overall product. He’d been working on it for hours, going back and forth between his phone and the camera until he got everything downloaded and ready for editing.

It didn’t occur to him to add you in it until he scrolled through his computer and found the synced videos of you. You’d been in the background of the whole thing, rolling your eyes and ignoring him overall even as you laughed. You’d rewashed the dishes after dinner, staring at him as he laid on the floor and sang into the camera. Hearing your laughter had him rolling on his back to record you, catching the way you shook your hips and sang along with the music as you put the dishes away bit by bit. He laughed when the song ended, yet you still kept singing, off-key and wonderful.

“Are you recording me?” You lifted a brow at him as you turned his way.

“Who says recording anymore?” He answers back causing you to laugh a beautiful fucking sound, and he adds it in there, cuts it between his moments until he finds another one wedged away.

You're dancing, wearing his shirt and these little black shorts — that make him lose his mind — with a bottle of tequila in your hand as you sing to Whitney Houston; he remembers turning the camera on you after he’d finished his shot and staring at you through the lens with his chest filling to the brim until you tossed the bottle back and slipped on your ass.

He’d dropped the camera from laughter while you grumbled at him

In it went, between him singing, sitting there like a nice little timestamp of this shitty fucking quarantine and he digs deeper for more videos finding ones of you handing him gloves, holding the door for him as he scrubs at the metal handle, your foot hidden in the shot while he tosses frozen fruit in the air.

He slips all these little moments in there until the video becomes a homage to how much he loves you and less about his own impending breakdown during a worldwide pandemic. It’s cheesy, lame, but perfect watching everything come together.

He’s almost done when one last video catches his eye, a short one that hadn’t meant to be filmed but when he set the camera down, he hadn’t turned it off, and there it was his hands on your hip; yours tangled in the short hairs at the back of his neck, letting him pull you in. You were smiling into the kiss, hips tilting against his and Seb watched himself lift you into his arms, your legs going around his waist as he stumbled the two of you out of view.

Grinning, he cuts the video, splices it down to a sweet kiss that doesn’t hint at you two ending up on the bed, Seb being buried deep inside of you one room over while the camera keeps recording the music he’d left playing. The world can fill in their own blanks if they want.

“Babe,” He shouts, waiting for your footsteps to grow closer, “Want to watch the end results before I go viral?” You walk into the office, tablet in hands, your fingers scrolling through the screen before you pause and glance up.

The tablet blocked half your face, but he catches the eye roll even as you settle into the chair opposite him, “Big dreams.”

“I’m a hot commodity.”

You finally set the tablet down, turn to the computer, crossing your legs and lifting them to settle on the edge of his chair, “Alright, Big Shot, show me the masterpiece.”

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I know it's a bit short, but I didn't feel as if a long-drawn-out version was right. I hope the beautiful anon who requested this enjoys it!

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peacefulwriter88 · 6 years

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Chance Encounter

Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Nada

A/N: This is for @la-fille-en-aiguilles - because she is a sweetheart and has finally come to see the light that is my obsession with Sebastian Stan. So I created a small little snap shot based off of this photo she sent my way; I hope it lives up to what she was imagining.

He never catches when it happens. When he wakes up, he drags himself out of bed, goes to the bathroom and begins the short journey from his bedroom to the kitchen to begin a pot of coffee when he glances out the window. Then he sees it. The normal array of green has shifted to red, gold and orange that contrasts starkly with the stormy, grey clouds that fights the sun from peeking through. He walks to the large, glass paned window and opens it in, drinking in the sounds of the early rousing’s of horns honking and people yelling which mingled with the faint smell of something fresh, filling and sweet that infiltrate his nose and he closes his eyes as he leans into the window sill.

Fall was here.

The air is crisper, the heavy blanket of humidity no longer attaching itself to the expansive east coast and he keeps his window cracked, just a bit as he turns away knowing what this kind of weather inspired. Normally he’d opt for a run or maybe go to the gym but it was an off day – for once in months he had nothing planned – so naturally he planned to run a number of errands. Except it was one of those falls days, a day where he wanted to set up shop in a cute mom and pop coffee shop and sip on something creamy and hot as he read a book or wrote something out in his journal or just reflected on the past few busy months.

He just wanted a moment where he could get out of his mind and be free.

He doesn’t even think hard about it as he shimmies into some old jeans, grabbing a dark grey T-shirt that he throws on before finding a book that his mom had suggested and the journal he had been dabbling in for a few months and moves into his living room to find his keys – his shades. A gust of wind blows through, causing his skin to pop up in a wave of goosebumps and he shivers, making a note to grab his jacket as he throws his wallet in his back pocket. One last look in the mirror – he probably needed to get a haircut but who had the time when it was a day like this – and he grabs a hat, plopping it on his head before doing one last check, making sure to run back into the living room and pluck up his headphones before leaving his apartment for good.

The air is cooler, a lot cooler than he was expecting for even October and he pulls his jacket closer to him as he walks down the crowded street, past commuters who were trying to get their day started. Despite the temperature he allows himself to live in the cool air, to ignore the way rain drizzles upon him as he walks the familiar six corners to one of his favorite local coffee shops. He walks by a couple – two young fresh faced sweethearts who fall into each other and he frowns, the melancholy mood he’s been staving of for weeks re-creeping around him. Perhaps it’s the fact that this time of year always triggered his notion for romance, to want to be in the arms of someone else and for almost two years now that had shifted. Or maybe it was because this weather, though calming and nostalgic, always dragged him down memory lane of other parts of his identity that he had shoved to the back of his brain in his youth but was allowing to flood him at full force now as an adult.

This particular memory is the first time he had landed in New York, to America. It was a day just like today, late autumn where trees lost small parts of themselves as a cool rain showered over him and his mother, both of them holding the others hand as they looked up at the Statue of Liberty. It was the first stop she had made when they had landed in JFK, taking a cab he knows his mom probably paid too much for before they made it to the pier. They had stood in the rain, cold and wetness consuming them as they took in the remarkable large statue that had equally traveled across the Atlantic like they had just did two hours prior. His mom had them there for what felt like hours, the cold seeping into his bones and making them ache as she took it in the sculpted metal, silent warm tears falling down her face. She had thanked god for their safe passage, for getting her here and to give her the strength to be able to give him the opportunities she knew he would not have in their mother country. It was all in Romanian and he had felt small and insecure in contrast to the heavy English being thrown around him but he couldn’t do anything about it, his mother was his conduit – his home – so he stood beside her and watched in confusion. Not understanding at the time the big relief and fear she must have had swelling in her heart.

The memory takes him off guard but he dismisses it like he normally does when he’s triggered. Stores it in his mind to write out in his journal to later discuss with his therapists and content with the thought he nearly groans, knowing it was too good to be true. The small café was cozy and intimate and had a great, bitter brew of coffee and cappuccinos so of course the line would be out the door. Any thought of getting a window seat, any kind of seat really, thrown out the window and he sighs as he finds his place in line, scrolling through his phone to find a podcast.

His complex feelings and the outlet to let them out would just have to wait.

Its twenty more minutes before he’s finally ordering, pairing his simple coffee with a ham and cheese croissant and he waits patiently in a corner for both orders, drinking his coffee black with just a packet of sugar and scarfing down the pastry within the first block that he walks down. It was fine that the coffee shop was busy, he didn’t need the temptation of buttery treats or to drink enough caffeine his anxiety would be spiked higher than usual. No, he could take the opportunity to find a library or……someplace that will allow him to read and write in peace. He allows his heart that was thundering in his chest to die down, to allow his lungs to capture their natural rhythm of breathing as he shifts from the podcast that wasn’t helping any to the sultry words of Leon Bridges, allowing the song to transform him away.

It was going to be fine.

He looks up from his phone briefly, a quick glance that doesn’t allow his brain to catch up as he flickers back down to the glass screen in his hands and that’s when something goes off. He looks up again, takes in your form that was moving down the street with ease. You were in your own world, looking intently at the book and up at the street signs, frowning before repeating, faltering in your steps as if to turn around but not committing. Your animated eyes are clouded with confusion and you bite down on your supple lip and the shallow part of his mind is already taking the natural curves that were being disguised by your pea coat, the brown boots that paired with the jeans and deep V-neck blouse you were wearing. You had an umbrella though it hung limply from your arm, unopened as drizzle continued to fall down on you and he can’t help but internally smile as he nears you.

He knew that look. It was a look that as a New Yorker you learned and either choose to glaze over or assist in the challenge. You were lost. Easy enough to do if you were new to the city, not familiar with the simple layout of streets.

“Excuse me.”

You speak up first, looking back at the book then at him quickly.

“Which way is the Met? Am I even on the right island? Or do I need to go back on the subway and figure it out. Again.”

You sigh as you pull out your phone, cross checking the book that was really a map in your hands and your phone’s GPS. He smiles, nodding.

“You’re on track. You just need to head over five blocks, left then go North,” he points behind him. “Ten blocks more. It’s a quick walk, even in this weather.”

You give a relieved smile, nodding.

“Thanks! Moving to New York sounded so romantic five months ago but god if I don’t get lost. Still.” You shake your head as you put your book bag in your bag, grab your headphones. He laughs and nods.

“The system is pretty simple but overwhelming and it can be tricky depending on the island you are on if you don’t have a good bearing. But you’ll figure it out, you got here right?

You laugh and nod as you hook the simple white headphones into your ear, mirroring his own.

“Yea, after I got on the wrong train. Three times. And I live in Brooklyn, Brooklyn, there should be no reason that it’s that difficult. But I got my dad’s sense of direction – nonexistent- so I can only pray I figure out this simple system of yours soon.”

You take a minute to drink him in, to take in his face and give a small shy smile before you shrug,

“Thanks. And to think people say there’s no one on this island who get I’d never find anyone on this island kind enough to help me out.”

You give him one last smile before you move past him, toward the direction he came from and he can’t help but keep his eyes tracked on you, to watch the way you move against the crowd. You were cute. You seemed funny and smart. He thinks about turning around and asking if he can help you as you stop, shifting to pop open the mauve umbrella that had been hanging limply from your arm. He hesitates, then shakes his head, turning back toward his original goal of walking to the Barnes and Noble on the other side of New York.

What would a pretty girl like you want to be bothered by someone like him? Someone, who had a life that made dating nearly impossible because of his hectic schedule. That was the last thing he needed to worry about. He tucks his head further as he looks both way, crossing the street unaware of the one last hopeful glance you shoot back at his retreating back.

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picassho-18 · 6 years

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Finding Bucky

Request: (Bucky x Reader) Can I get a fic where Bucky and y/n are best friends and they watch finding dory together and he gets emotional at the 'I don't want to forget' stuff. Y/n comforts him and it's super fluffy and they secretly love each other so there's confessions.

Warnings: some cursing, slight angst, then fluffiness

A/N: So here’s the promised Bucky fluff, God knows we need it after Infinity War wrecked our souls :) Hope you enjoy, please leave feedback if you can, it's much appreciated!!

Movies were your go to. For anything, you bored, you tired? You pick a movie and settle down and watch it. So that was obviously how you updated Bucky Barnes on the modern world. While everyone else worked on updating him on the language differences, and modern technology, you took it upon yourself to show him all the movies he has missed.

That's how your friendship bloomed.You forced him to sit through day long marathons, cramped up in your room in the tower, filled to the brim with movie snacks and blankets. While he would grumble about the long hours of a Star Wars or Harry Potter marathon, you knew he liked them, because the second he thought you weren't looking at him, he'd start to smile slightly.

So that's why it was a normal Thursday night, you and Bucky snuggled together in your bed, with a bowl of popcorn between you two, and you scrolling through Netflix. You had been showing him all the Disney movies, in the order of release, and Finding Dory had just shown up on the screen So you immediately choose it.

Turning to Bucky, you said, "Okay, this is a new Disney movie, that's I think set after Finding Nemo, remember the orange fish one?" He nodded so you continued, "I haven't seen this one but heard it's really cute, I think we'll like this one"

Pressing play, the movie started, and the two of you got comfortable you leaning your eye on Bucky's shoulder, your signature movie watching position.

Only minutes into the movie, no matter how cute Dory was as a little baby, your eyes started to get heavy, the long week of missions and lack of sleep catching up with you.

Your eyes kept closing on your own accord, not matter how hard your were trying to keep then open. And the warmth of Bucky didn't help either. So when he pulled you closer by wrapping his arm around you, you snuggled into his side and fell asleep instantly, the warmth and soothing beating of Bucky's heart pulling you into unconsciousness.

In what felt like seconds, you slowly regained consciousness. Something was missing. When you opened your eyes, you realized that Bucky had left the bed and was now pacing in the room. Looking at the T.V. you saw the credits rolling for the movie.

Your eyes were drawn back to Bucky when you saw his hands start to go through his hair, stressfully. You whispered his name out, "Bucky?"

His head whipped to look at you, his blue eyes, wide open with fear. His hair, slightly sweaty whipping around, crazily and wild. But what caught your attention the most was the way his body was held. He had his shoulders forward, body scrunched, like he was caving in on himself.

Sitting upright in alarm, "Bucky, what's wrong, what happened?" You asked softly in a soothing tone.

Shaking his head, he looked down again, and resumed his pacing. This caused you to get out of the bed, and stop his movements by gathering his shaking hands in your steady ones.

"Bucky... Talk to me" you asked, as calm and reassuring as you could be.

He looked up slowly, his eyes on full display, showing the terror in them, and the growing tears gathering.

He whispered, eyes locked with your pleading ones, "I don't want to forget"

As soon as the words left his mouth, you realized. You just made him watch a movie where the main character doesn't remember anything. A movie that you showed to a traumatized, not fully recovered ex-assassin, prisoner of war.

With a small intake of breath, you covered your mouth with your hands. "I'm so so sorry Bucky, I wasn't thinking." He still continued to shake, his emotions brimming to the top, so you opened your arms and pulled him close, wrapping him tightly.

You whispered, trying to calm him down, feeling him still shaking and gasping for breath, and his arms still held down at his sides, "It's okay It's okay. You're here, with me. You won't forget, I promise. You're here."

Continuing to rub soothing circle into his broad back, he settled down and started to hug you back. His breathing returned to normal, and weakly, he said in a quiet, shaky voice, "It's just...

I don't want to forget you"

The words caused your heart to contract in pain. You pulled away from him, and held his face in your hands, feeling the scruff with your thumbs.

"Oh Bucky, my dear dear Bucky. You won't forget me. Hydra will never get a hold of you. I would never let them."

A smile grew on your lips, "And Buck, even if they did get you, just think, all your new movie knowledge would impress them so much that they would come back here to find the person who taught you all that awesome trivia, and while I woo them with my own trivia, the rest of the team would kick there asses and I'd get you back." A small smile grew on Bucky's lips as you continued. This was one of his favorite things about you. You would weave the most intricate and ridiculous stories for laughs constantly. "Because, Bucky, there is no way in hell that I would ever lose you."

His eyes watered again, but this time he was smiling. "Thank you, thank you so goddamn much Y/N"

"Welcome Buck. Anytime, and I mean that!" You saw with a fake seriousness to you voice. "Now I know exactly what will make you feel better."

Bucky cocks his head to the side, "What would that be doll?"

"I'm thinking, an Office Marathon?" A grin growing on your face.

"That sounds lovely" he responded, grabbing your hand, and getting back into bed. Immediately, you put your head on his shoulder, and he let out a sigh of contentment.

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The Moment I Became We

Here's a special moment for Moments With Sebastian

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He didn’t want to wake up; he’s warm being wrapped around you — feeling your fingers carding through his hair, but the twist in his neck dragged him further and further from the comfort of sleep until he was blinking awake to a dark room, the television on but silent, your phone hovering over his head as you scroll the screen; reading.

It took him a few tries before he could speak up. “What are you reading?” He yawned, rolling onto his back to look at the light of your phone. You paused, thumb pressing into the screen for a beat before letting the phone list sideways.

“Stories.” You lock it up, setting it aside to gaze down at him, “How’d’you sleep?”

“Like a baby.” He looked back up at you, letting his eyes track the way you smile at him. The tilt of your head, the hand that had been petting him in his sleep now rests on his chest, fingers fidgeting with his shirt.

He expected something sweet for a solid second before you made a face, “You were drooling.”

He flushed a groan slipping out as he lifted off your lap and shook his head, “Hey that wasn’t an insult, at least I knew you were alive. At one point I’m fairly sure you kicked in your sleep like a dog.”

He shook his head, turning around to bury himself into your stomach and wrap his around you, “I missed you.”

He could feel you laugh, your stomach tightening with the movement, “I missed you too.”

“Hmm, really?” He felt your hands come up, one carding through his hair while the other settled on his back nails scratching him.

“Of course. I missed your laugh, your smile, the way you make a face every time you try to figure out the remote control- ah, Bastian!” He bites your stomach, tugging your shirt up to blow a raspberry into the skin there until you squirm beneath him hitching your hips up and nearly knocking him off the couch.

He shifted back, holding you down to tickle at your stomach, nipping here and there until you were shoving at his shoulder, laughing in between squeals of his name.

“Sebastian! I will throw you out the window.”

He paused, lifting to stare at you. “A window?”

“Shut up.” Your foot kicks at his shoulder. Seb catches it, looking at you before kissing your knee.

“Could you even shove me out a window? I’ve seen you try to lift a heavy box, babe.”

The way your nose scrunched up when you glower at him makes his heart stutter causing him to rise and capture you in a kiss. You smile into it, arms coming up and around him, letting his hands slide around your waist to tug you closer.

For weeks now, the few times he’d been able to spend time with you in between filming and hold you through the night kissing you, wrapping his arms around you made his heart constrict. He wanted to hold you until his arms gave out, kiss you until his lips bruise, and keep you there for as long as you’d let him.

“Bast-” You gasp, pulling away for a moment to breathe and he has to rest his forehead against the crook of your neck.

“Yeah?” He breathes.

“Please tell me you have a condom somewhere in -- oh my God.” Seb nearly knocked into the coffee table, his knees cracking as he stood off the couch, pulling you up with him, “Do not throw me over your shoulder, you caveman!”

He grins, all teeth and lunges for you, catching you around the waist and pulling you along with him, “Babe.”

Stumbling towards the bedroom was an adventure, Seb trying to keep you held close to him as you tried to steer the two of you through the hallway, bumping into the wall once or twice and laughing into each other’s mouths until finally, he landed in a huff on the bed pulling you down on top of him.

Time seemed to blur, melding between the two of you and the way you let him pull your shirt over your head, tattoo after tattoo coming to light in a way he’s never seen before. He brushes his lips across the letters on your shoulder, the universe on your arm, and the skulls over your ribs until he has you laid down your legs up and around your waist as he plays at the hem of your shorts and kisses across the blank space along your hip.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He breathes into your skin, “Fuck, Baby.”

“Bast-” You squirm beneath him, legs tightening for a moment, “Please take off your shirt or something.”

Seb smiles into your skin, “Of course.” Your hands were on him the moment he strips his shirt off, letting you run your fingers over his chest and down his stomach until you tug and pull at his own shorts, “Who first?”

You blush, “I’m going to say you please.” He shivers as you kiss his treasure trail, teeth catching the waist of his shorts and pulling them away with a snap.

“Move back,” You pout, making his stomach tighten, but you move back, letting him roll his shorts and briefs down.

Once again it feels as if the world slows, coming to a point as your eyes widen, mouth falling open as Seb kicks his bottoms aside and watches you reach out for him, eyes flitting up as if asking for permission and who is he to say no. Seriously.

There’s a brief smile at the side of your mouth, tilting your lips up before you wrap them around his cock and practically take him out at the knees.

“Holy God-” Your tongue destroys him, one hand coming up to work him along with the slick slide of your mouth, “Babe- Jesus Christ-” watching you move, eyes looking to at him as you taking him further, lips parted and red around his cock making him dizzy until he could feel his legs shaking under him.

“Babe,” He touches the side of your face, running his thumb over your cheek to feel his dick press into the skin there, “God you look amazing, but if you don’t stop-” You look up again, catching his eye before pulling off slowly licking the whole way until you were smiling, his cock resting hard and heavy in your hand.

“Sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“Yeah, I bet.” He kisses you, licking the taste of him out of your mouth. “Come here.”

Watching you writhe beneath him was a dream, a wish come true as he slides your shorts down, panties coming with them and nipping his way up your right thigh, counting the tattoos as he goes. His favorite has to be the daisies and sweet peas along the outside of your thigh wrapped around song lyrics he doesn’t know.

He was drowning in you. Tasting every inch he can until he memorized as much as possible until you were right there, hot and wet in front of him — he wanted to taste you.

“Sugar?” He rested his head against your thigh and watched your chest rise and fall until you flush down at him.

“What?” You roll your eyes, tilt your head back and groan, “You’ve done nothing to me and yet — ugh God.”

Seb grins, kisses your leg, “What would you like?”

“Honestly?” You look back down, cheeks flushed, fingers gripping the sheet beneath you two.

“That'd be preferable.”

“I want you to fuck me.” He groans, shivers of heat running down his spine as he crawls back up your body kissing and licking his way until he reaches your groan, letting his hands wander between you and feel the slickness there that makes him want to bury himself inside of you.

“I’d like that too.” The gasp you let out as he fucks his fingers into you was addicting, your mouth falling open before you bite down on your tongue, groaning beneath him, letting your head fall forward to land on his shoulder.

“Fucking fuck,” You gasp, clenching around his fingers, the arm around his neck tightening painfully, “How are you — yes, fuck, yes.”

“You okay?” He laughs, knocking his forehead against yours until you tip your head back and glare at him, “Yeah?”

“I am.” Your eyes close for a moment, “Painfully close, Bastian.” He shivers, fucking his fingers into your faster, thumb brushing your clit catching the moans falling from your mouth in another kiss. The way you said his name, the way you breathed it out, made his blood fucking boil — fucking hell.

You bite his tongue when you come, body seizing up as your pussy pulsing around his fingers as you cling to him, mouthing at his shoulder until you pull back, grinning up before tugging at his wrist and bringing it up to your mouth.

“I hate how hot that is.” He huffs, letting you lick his fingers one by one. He has to hide his face into your neck again, listening to the way you breathe beneath him, your legs coming around his waist until his cock nudges the heat of you.

“Condoms,” He huffs, “Are there.” He nods towards the bedside table, groaning as you laugh and shift your way before rummaging around for the box until you pull one out and smack him on top of the head with it.

“Ah yes, thank you.” He snags it, kissing you again, once twice, tasting the mix of the two of you.

Getting the condom on wasn’t easy. You kept tugging at his hands, pulling him back into a kiss until he was breathless and losing a sense of where he is. When he could finally roll it on, he nipped his way up your neck, dragging his hand down your back to tug you closer, cock hot and trapped between your bodies. “Baby?” He squeezed your thigh, thrusting forward to feel the slick between you.

“Yes?” You breathed, nails running the length of his back, down his ass to squeeze his cheeks and make him thrust against you once more.

“You completely sure?” Your hands tighten, digging into his skin to a near painful degree that makes him groan.

“If you don’t fuck me now, Stan, I’ll do it myself.”

“Yeah, God yes.” Guiding his cock inside of you is a dream and feeling the way you wrap around him practically makes his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Holy fucking-shit.” It takes a moment, a beat or two where the both of you struggle to find a rhythm that fits, but it’s worth it to feel you moving with him, beneath him then over him. Watching the way you throw your head back on a moan, the way your fingers tug at the bars in your nipples, sweat glistening on your body and bringing the ink across your skin to life. He can hardly catch a breath with every rise and fall of your hips, feeling your tongue tangling with his until he can’t tell the difference between you and him and the world around you.

He’s addicted.

Hooked.

“Bastian,” You breathe, eyes closed, head tossed back, “Please.” Anything you ever want from him Seb will give it.

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